#she'll go one day and i won't know everything that's ever happened to her

[oncloudten]

if he's a serial killer, then what's the worst that could happen to a girl who's already hurt?

ethan landry x fem!reader. scream 6 spoilers. cw: choking, mentions of sex, murder, slight dirty talk.

read part ii. here

"get the fuck off me, you sick fuck!" you managed to get out, barely breathing.

he had you completely fooled. the boy with the puppy dog eyes and the sweetest smile. every horror film has a sweet little dorky cliche virgin, and he chose to embody that role perfectly. ethan landry.

though, the virgin part wouldn't be true. and you have yourself to thank for that.

who would have thought? well, maybe mindy. oh god. she'll kill you for this– if they don't first. if he doesn't.

all those nights you spent with ethan, all those days. everytime you'd tell tara and mindy about him and your massive crush on him, and then eventually the friends-with-benefits thing you had going on, she'd try to offer you her enthusiasm and be the supportive best-friend that she usually is to you, but it would always be followed by heartfelt speeches of her telling you to "be careful" and that she doesn't trust him. she never did like him from the start.

but you weren't worried about mindy right now, you couldn't. not when ethan had such a tight grip around your neck, and your friends were somewhere in this building being chased by his family.

"hmm? i thought you liked it when i did this, princess." ethan smirks, trailing his knife on your cheeks.

asshole. of course he'd say that. because why wouldn't he? he knew everything about you. you had given yourself to him completely– in every way. something so private being used against you– someone so... wicked knowing such intimate and delicate things about you, that no one else does. you can't process anything. "t-that means nothing."

he let go of your neck, but only slightly to stop choking you. he's towering over you, pushing you up against a wall. "didn't seem like that a few nights ago when you were begging for it, you dirty fucking slut."

"fuck you."

"oh, i'd love to. but i got my hands bloody full right now. oh and, been there, done that." he says, proudly. there is something so sinister about his smile. his killer smile. "come on, you sweet dumb thing. lighten up a bit, won't you? you look like you've seen a ghost."

"if you're going to kill me, just fucking do it. why the fuck bring me here? kill me and get it over with." there's no telling what he's going to do. he has you completely isolated from sam and tara. and chad is gone— you found ethan when you were forcibly seperated when ghostface showed up, and it immediately clicked.

"oh no no no no no, you sweet pretty thing. i love sticking things in you, but i would never stick a knife in you. never hurt you. well, i mean, kill you. it's your friends that we're after." he pauses for a bit. "well that wouldn't be right to say either. it is sam and tara that we want," he inches closer to you, "but it just feels so fucking good to kill. so fucking good baby."

"you're sick."

"and you love me. isn't that what you were telling mindy and quinn a few weeks ago? hmm?"

fuck. what are the fucking chances of that wicked witch being his literal fucking sister? "that was before i found out you are the one who is actively trying to kill my best fucking friends, you dimwitted fucking asshole!"

he lets out a low chuckle. "if it makes you feel any better. you're the closest thing i'll ever get to love in this world. i do love you. well, god, did i love fucking you. y'gave me the best sex of my life. but it was more than that."

"stop. just stop. let me go." you beg, "let me go please, ethan. i'll just go- just my friends, my- chad, please."

"i can't do that, angel. my job is to keep you away from them. protect you, even. see, my lovely sister thought it'd be funny to kill you. claims you're just baggage. that it would hurt sam and tara the most because you're practically the closest thing they have to family. but i can't let that happen. so this is the next best thing."

and then all you see is black.

[darkbluekies]

What would your OC’s do if their s/o cheated on them

Warnings: cutting, carving name into skin, death, isolation, very toxic, unhealthy relationships, beheading, degradation

Silas:

Basement. Immediately. You've betrayed his trust and taken his rare love for granted. He'll feel stupid and want you to realize your mistake. He'll also not hesitate in getting rid of the person who managed to steal you away from him in the worst ways possible. From now on, you'll never see anyone else. At all.

"Now, Y/N. Don't you dare look away from me. You better get used to seeing my face from now on. It'll be the only living thing I'll allow you to see. You'll stay down here until you've learned your righteous place. I own you, I love you. And I'll make sure you understand that."

Dr Kry:

Since you're not a couple, you can't technically cheat on him. But he won't care. You're his and people should know that. Dr Kry can never blame you for stuff, you're not well! How can he put the blame on someone who doesn't even know what's best for themselves? The person he saw you kiss will be wiped off the earth one way or another and you'll get even more drugs and medication to keep you bed bound.

"If I'm mad? Why, of course I am. Why did you kiss that person? What do they have that I don't? I literally care for you 24/7! No one else even cares about you as much as I do. And this is how you repay me? Y/N, please. You don't understand how much this hurts me and I don't blame you for that. You're just naive. That's why I have to make sure you don't leave your bed. We can't let this happen again."

King Edmund:

Edmund is extremely hypocritical. If he wanted to, he could choose anyone to be with for the night, but he never does that because he loves you. You don't have that choice however and when you take that thing for granted to piss him off, all hell will break loose. People will be executed, he'll start war, he'll separate families and burn down cities.

"See what you made me do! Why do you let other people suffer thanks to you, Y/N? All you needed to do was to obey me. You promised to be loyal in our wedding vowels. Traitor. I'll make sure you never dare to cheat on me again. From now on, every person you glance at will get beheaded with a butter knife, got it?"

Jerry:

Her friends will have alerted her and she'll catch you right in the act. The moment the door swings open, Jerry will start to laugh. She doesn't know if it's out of shock or the fact that she now can punish you. Before you have the time to "explain", she'll have shot the other person dead and made her way over to you.

"My stupid, silly little bitch. You're really dumb, aren't you? Were you trying to make me jealous? Well, I don't get jealous, baby. I get territorial. And you're my property. I'm going to carve my name into every inch of your skin and force you to look at it every fucking day. Sooner or later that empty head of yours will get it."

Hedwig:

You can't keep anything secret from Hedwig. She knows everything. When you come over to her house one day she tells you that she has something for you in a tone that frightens you. Down in the basement, your fling is tied to a chair, gagged with a handkerchief and bruised all over. Hedwig’s sobs will bring you back to reality.

"You think I didn't know?! How could you, Y/N? I worship the ground you walk on. Isn't that enough for you? What do you want me to do? How could you do this to me? I could give you everything you ever wanted. This is not fair. But don't worry. We're not breaking up. I'm giving you another chance. I'm sure we can repair our relationship. I love you so much, honey. If you do this again, I'll have no other choice but to keep you locked in my room. If you don't want that, you better keep all of your attention on me."

[slasherscream]

I loooveee your Until Dawn stuff!!! I'd love to hear more about Until Dawn yanderes and a darling who doesn't have good self care habits/forgets to take care of themself ❤️

YANDERE UNTIL DAWN CHARACTERS + READER WHO DOESN'T TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES

A/N: thank you for reading my until dawn content! it's such a small fandom these days.

- Josh never makes you feel bad about how hard it is for you to take care of yourself. Suffering from mental health issues of his own, he knows how difficult day to day living can be. While the way you treat yourself does worry him, he chooses to focus on fixing the problem by taking care of you himself. Making sure you eat. Going on walks with you so you're not always inside the house. Running you a bath. Every cheerful "thank you" that you give him over the smallest of actions makes him feel like he's finally found his purpose in life: you.

- Sam is a diligent and disciplined person overall and these traits easily extend to taking care of you. Once she's in your life, there is no more "forgetting" about self-care. At first she'll just try and remind you. Gentle pushes here and there. If this doesn't work, she'll simply take over. You've made it clear that you're not dependable when it comes to caring for the one thing Sam is most passionate about, so now she'll do the job for you. It's in your best interest to let yourself be taken care of. Sam never gives up.

- Chris worships you too much to question your judgement on anything. Who is he to tell you how to live your life? He's lucky you allow him to breathe the same air as you, frankly. Still, he hates the way you treat yourself. You're everything that's wonderful and perfect in the world but you neglect all your daily needs. You don't eat. You miss sleep! You overwork yourself. It's enough to drive him to the brink of madness. He solves this problem by waiting on you hand and foot. You may not care about yourself, but Chris is your doting servant. There'll be no more need to bother yourself with the petty aspects of daily living. Chris will worry about everything for you!

- Hannah is your loyal lost puppy. She adores you and hates that you don't care about yourself at all. She views you not taking care of yourself as a cry for help. For her help! You're just testing her, to see if she's paying attention, to see if she cares. She doesn't know why you won't just ask her to take care of you. She'd do anything for you if you asked. But maybe you doubt her devotion to you. You won't doubt it for long though, once Hannah has figured you out. She'll prove just how much she adores you. There won't be a doubt left in your mind.

- Emily is angered by the way you treat yourself. As if you're nothing. The fact that you're hers should be enough reason to take care of yourself alone. Still, you seem to relish self-neglect and abuse. She takes care of you, but lets you know the entire time that you should be doing it yourself. Not because she's unwilling to do it, or dislikes doing it, but because she worries. What would happen if she wasn't around? How far would this habit of neglect go? With the spiteful way she speaks, you'd never guess it was love fueling her actions and not irritation.

- Mike as a person can be separated into two distinct people: Mike before you and Mike after you. He's a much better person after he becomes obsessed with you. You bring out the selfless caretaker in him. In a lot of ways, he thinks you're helpless. Truly, you may not even be all that bad at caring for yourself. But Mike worships you in his own way: you deserve the best and anything less being provided for you irritates him. It's unlikely you'll ever meet Mike's standards when it comes to self-care. That's no real issue though, Mike will happily do it for you. In fact, he insists. Make it easier on yourself and let him pamper you. At least this way being taken care of is still "your" choice.

- Beth, despite being the youngest Washington sibling, is truly the most responsible. Taking care of others is nothing foreign to her. She'll rise easily to the occasion of being your caretaker, but will never make you feel as if you're a burden. She takes care of you quietly. Sometimes it'll be easy to forget she's doing it at all. That's the way Beth cares for everyone. For you, she'd go to the moon and back without so much as a grunt.

- Jessica is a little at a loss. She's used to people taking care of her, not the other way around. Still, she loves you and you worry her. So she tries to step up and be mature for once in her life. She'll actually communicate with you, unlike the other yanderes. She wants to know what you think you need help with. That's where she'll start, with instructions. From there she'll branch out into helping you fix the other aspects of self-care that you neglect. This is new territory for Jessica, but for you she'd learn to do handstands on water if you needed her to do it.

- Matt has been dutifully helping you with self-care long before he was your boyfriend. The only thing that's changed is that he was more afraid to push you when he was just your friend. Now, as your boyfriend, he's a little more brave when it comes to doing what needs to be done. "I really think you should eat just a little more, honey." / "Could we go to bed? It's pretty late... you have class in the morning." / "You just got home from work, let me do that." / The longer you're together the braver he'll be about taking care of you. While he wants you to be happy, he knows deep down that you being healthy is more important. So even if it irritates you, even if you snap at him sometimes, he'll push himself to take care of you. For a people pleaser like Matt, it's a big step.

[l-michalska-writer]

Villain prompts:

Like it or not, you need me.

I don’t care how many of you I will have to kill. You won’t defeat me.

Join me.

Leave before I change my mind.

I’m running out of patience, dear.

Tell them what you told me.

I’m not a villain in your story. In theirs, yeah. But not in yours.

Do you know what really happened this day?

They took my family from me.

They didn’t pity me, so why would I pity them?

I’ll destroy everything you hold dear.

I don’t know how to forgive anymore.

Do you know my side of the story?

I’m the only chance you’ve got.

Don't panic. It won't hurt.

I don't need you anymore.

You think you've seen the worst of me? You've seen nothing yet.

You'll never see it coming.

I can't just let this go.

You're gonna regret standing against me.

I could have given you everything.

You don't get it. You don't know what they did to me.

It won't hurt much longer.

You have no idea what it takes to be like me. That's why you'll never win with me. Cause you don't have what it takes to do what you would have to do to defeat me.

"You're better than that." "Am I?"

I won't sacrifice myself.

You never had what it took.

I won't let you take anything from me.

Don't tell me about your moral code. You know nothing about what is right or wrong.

You can assume the worst about me. But don't you ever, never assume I'm naive.

The only one who is gonna die here is you, not me.

I won't let my emotions cloud my judgment.

You know I can't let you live when you know too much.

You could betray me. That's why I'll betray you first.

I never loved you.

I won't let you stand in my way of that.

You're gonna die here. There's no changing that.

Guards. Take her to her room. She'll wait for me there.

I can't promise you I won't kill you. But I can promise you I can make it hurtless.

You're begging me to take your life?

I've sacrificed enough.

You sent a child to fight ME?

If you give up now, you'll still have a chance of having a normal life you always dreamt of. Just turn back and leave. You don't have to make this sacrifice. It won't stop me either way. Just give up and we'll forget about all this nonsense.

If you want it so much, come and get it.

Bring them to their knees, darlin'.

You're a hero. You don't owe them anything.

You really think a child can defeat me?

I was always meant to be the bad guy. It's time for you to accept that.

I will bring them to their knees.

"You're so hard to please..." "I know."

You will bring them to your knees.

"Get on with it. Kill me." "Oh, no. I'm gonna take my time."

[maxislvt]

i would like to discuss the washing r’s mouth out with soap idea because DAMN. plz wanda wash my mouth out with soap and then sit on my face so all i taste is you

warnings: toxic behavior, possessive behavior, mommy kink, pet play if you squint, Stockholm Syndrome

toxic Wanda headcanons because I'm on my period and I get to spoil myself!!

You have no idea what you're getting into when you first meet her. Wanda seems so nice and gentle when you first start talking, that you ignore the tiny red flags that may pop up when you two first become friends. For a moment, you're convinced that Wanda was entirely oblivious to your feelings at first. It's hard talking to her, so you opt to make her jealous instead.

It works a lot better than you intended and Wanda is pissed. Like, drag you to another room and spend an hour giving you hickies pissed. You stupidly take this as the sign of a new relationship, but Wanda refuses to make anything official for some weeks. She goes on "dates" with other people and won't show any affection towards you.

Eventually, she makes the demand that you two won't become official until you've "cleansed yourself". You agree without even thinking about it but immediately regret when she makes you kneel on the bathroom floor and open your mouth so she can brush your teeth with soap. Wanda makes you gargle it like seven times before she's done and then she spits in your mouth. She makes up for it by giving you a bath, but she gets you dirty again because she face fucks you to finalize the process.

After that, you two have a constant on again/off again relationship. Wanda constantly blames you for it though. In her mind, the rules she makes are completely reasonable and you're just being difficult when you refuse to follow them. It's always you who comes crying back to her because you'd rather die than live without her.

It's on, then off, then on again only a few more times. After putting up with her god awful behavior enough times, you end up leaving for goods. You don't even bother telling her you've moved out. One day she comes home and it's half empty. You're lucky you don't get to see her flip her lid. She nearly destroyed the whole apartment that day.

Not that it truly matters. Wanda spends weeks stalking you. What she finds genuinely makes her sick. You're independent. Living on your own and you seem happy. Wanda doesn't know what to do with herself. You need her and she's going to remind you whether you like it or not.

Her plan is simple. Wanda shows up once you come back from work and acts like nothing happened. She pushes right into your house and suddenly it's all "oh babe, you look so tired. why don't I make you dinner today? I'm sure you forgot to eat. you're too scared to force her out and she ignores you every time you tell her to leave. Denying her doesn't work either because she's crank everything up to 11. she'll be all over talking about how much she missed you and won't ever treat you like that again.

It doesn't matter if you're not convinced because she planned on fucking you dumb and convincing you to stay with her anyway. The second she gets between your legs it's all "see, your little pussy missed my cock so much! i bet it's extra said because you tried replacing mommy with some loser who can't even fuck you half as good as I can"

You're lucky if she lets you see your friends after that. If you ever leave the house she'll put a tracker in your bag somewhere.She totally plays hero with it if you ever lose your wallet or keys because she'll just magically know where everything is

God forbid she has even the slightest physical advantage over you because she lives off of intimidating you. It's even worse because you'll grow to love it. She can toss and turn you anyway she wants and you'd be completely hopeless against her

Gaslighting 24/7. "You're hanging out with your friends more than me, why don't you just stay home tonight? You know all your friends hate me. Just stay, please?"

Oh, you fully get downgraded from partner to pet. Wanda slowly takes away your right to care for yourself. Everything from cooking to showering has to be done by her or at least with her permission. You'll be completely naked around the house and it becomes a "privilege" to sleep in the same bed as her.

Wanda loves forcing you to get body modifications too. It's just a small tattoo that says "Property of Wanda Maximoff" on your wrist. Maybe she'll force you to get matching piercings sometimes too. Anything that shows that she literally fucking owns you

Obsessed with making you cum. Like the only way you can ever get through to her is by denying her sex. Wanda has this weird thing where she can't ever force herself on to you. If you say no or can't get wet enough, she'll do absolutely anything if it means getting you to relax and go into subspace. "Please baby. Show mommy she's doing a good job and cum for me. Please? I promise I'll play nice if you do, just cum for me again."

You make the mistake of using it to get some autonomy back, but it bites you in the ass mega hard. Clothes overstimulate you now, your food doesn't taste nearly as good as Wanda's does, and you miss being on your knees for her. Of course, she rubs it in whenever you go back on the freedoms you gave yourself, but she's happy you've learned your lesson.

[vonlycaonwife]

Tired so I'm gonna do random hcs of how I think certain characters would react to a beastman reader going into heat (this isn't based on my oc noooooooo/liar)

Characters: Wise, Nicole, Billy, and Lycaon

Gender Neutral Reader!

Warnings: Heat (ofc), mentions of; breeding, knotting, toys, and pregnancy, possible ooc because the game isn't out yet

Honestly he gives me the vibes of like, not fully understanding what's happening.

Like he's gonna notice the way you're acting right away, but he won't understand why you're acting that way. If you try to hide the fact that you're in heat, it's only gonna make him worry. When, not if, you do tell him, he'll be relieved.

Honest to god he would already have blankets and pillows out to help you with making a nest if you do that during your heat, would definitely give you his jacket for a few days.

Since he's a human don't expect him to go for too many rounds, you might overestimulate the poor boy. But he tries his best to satisfy you, and also have the best toys to use on you when he needs a break.

All in all he may need a little help with how read the tell tale signs, but after some time he'll become a master at noticing when you're about to go into heat.

Nicole would keep track of you heats, to the point where she can predict when it will happen to a scary degree. One minute she'll be getting ready for the next commission, the next she's warning you about your coming next week.

And oh honey, her funds may be in the red but that won't stop her from treating you like royalty during your heat. She'll spoil you with many different soft, and expensive, pillows and blankets, toys, or even heat suppressants if wanted.

While the gentle hares typically take on loads of different odd jobs all the time to keep their funds afloat, during your heat that's out the window. Nicole is gonna be right next to you the whole time, which gives the others a break (tho at the cost of a paycheck-)

If you need some extra loving, then she's at your service! She's capable of going down on you for hours on end, even more when going farther. There's a reason she's the founder of a group called the Cunning Hares, she can go for as long as you can.

In the end, while her wallet is crying from the splurge to help you in your heats, she doesn't regret a single thing.

Lord help this man, he's not gonna realize until it hits him in the groin. But like once he does he instantly knows what to do, or so he believes.

Honestly you're gonna have to hold his hand a little for how to help you in these times, cause otherwise he may accidentally do something.

Don't be surprised if all the blankets and pillows are Starlight Knight themed. Though he won't ever give you his Starlight Knight clothes, he will gladly give you the jacket he typically wears! Just don't stain it too much, poor boy's machinery may malfunction due to him being flustered.

Since he's a cyborg he definitely has enhanced stamina and strength thanks to his cybernetics. Which means he can go for as long as you need him to, though be cautious and make sure to tell him to slow down when needed. Otherwise he may go on longer than you can.

He tries his best in the end, and while he may be oblivious in the beginning, he definitely is serious when it comes to making sure you're comfortable during your heat. After all, he is your Starlight Knight.

Oh boy. Okay so...yeah he's gonna know before you do. He can smell it for heavens sake, so he would make preparations before you even get a hint of if coming.

Honestly he may even just have a special room if you have heats at a higher frequency. It would be filled to the brim with high quality materials and everything would be scented by him regularly just in case he can't be by your side because of work.

Though usually if you're in heat, the smell of it may trigger his rut. Which leads to him having to take time off work just so he stays by your side.

And my god will you be seeing stars, this wolf will breed you so much you're gonna be thankful Eridu has huge advancements in contraceptives. Don't even think about leaving the room cause you're gonna be stuck to his pelvis for a long time thanks to his knot.

While during that time he may be thinking about filling you up with his pups, his main goal is to just make sure you're satisfied and comfortable during your heat. He can talk about his wants for a family at a later time, when you're both not running on animal instinct to mate.

[diealittlesometime]

Should Have Known

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: You should have known better than to get attached. You should have known there wasn't any way anything could last between you two.

Warnings: angst, language (idk how to do the warnings)

Word Count: 572

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"I'm not an idiot." The words are said in a low voice. Your eyes meet with hers across the table.

Her eyes seem to stare right through you, "What?" She says without emotion. Her voice is flat, her tone bored.

You scoff, this is what she does to you, "It's always like this," you say bitterly. "You can't take my shit seriously. It’s like we have no relationship. No connection at all. You don't even listen when I talk." You raise your arms as though it would help your point across. You hate that it hurts you when she just laughs it off, dismisses everything you say.

"Are you done?" Her voice cuts into your rant. "Because I would really rather be doing things right now than having to talk to you." There's a hint of frustration in her tone. She doesn't want this conversation. She doesn't need it. Not at this moment.

You think bitterly. You don't mean anything to her anymore. You don't even know if you were ever anything to her. You don't matter to her. And she has no idea how much your heart hurts to hear this. You can feel the tears welling up behind your eyelids but you hold back so they don't fall. You force yourself to look at her again and try to smile, despite the fact that she won't acknowledge your existence.

"Sorry I ruined your night." You bite out before standing and grabbing your jacket off the back of your chair. Without looking back you walk towards the door, hoping she'll understand the message without your words. You aren't sure she will. She doesn't care about you anyway. You might as well just leave the damn room because that's what she wants.

Stopping only for a moment, you turn around and say, "Your a fucking asshole, Natasha. You know that? You're saying I'm the one, but it's your actions that speak louder. And it clearly says I'm not it. So fuck you!" You open the door and push through, slamming it loudly behind you.

As soon as you're outside you let go of the breath you've been holding. You lean against the wall and slide down until your ass hits the floor. With your forehead pressed into your knees you start sobbing and cry. It feels good to release some tension, some anger. But mostly it feels horrible. Like your chest is being caved in, suffocating you with each intake of air. It takes everything in you to breathe normally. It's as though someone is slowly cutting open your throat.

You should have known better than to get attached. You should have known there wasn't any way anything could last between you two. It was never going to work, and it didn't even start off like that. It never did. You knew this from day one. And yet still you let it happen.

Still, you allowed your feelings to take over. You allowed yourself to love her. Now here you are. And it hurts. It fucking hurts. But you should have known this was coming. You knew better. And still you went ahead and fell for it. Again. Just like before.

The tears continue streaming down your face and eventually slow to a stop. You sit there in silence, wiping your nose on your sleeve. This is what you get for trying to love Natasha fucking Romanoff. You're such a pathetic fool.

[gayerthanevertbh]

apeitheia - epilogue.

pairings | older!scarlett johansson x fem!reader

gif not mine!

summary | hollywood’s wealthiest actress, scarlett johansson, is happily married to her comedian husband. that is until she meets one of her staff in her brand-new company and starts to have a long-lasting affair - which is committing adultery and the disobedience that comes within. (THIS IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!)

warnings | 18+ MINORS DNI angst, mild fighting, soft smut, pet names, sex on the countertop, and fluff.

notes | ending this series here :) i’m glad you enjoyed this story as much as i did and i hope to be making more of these in the future, if you feel like there’s something missing let me know through my comments or inbox! i could make a short fic with this type of universe :) bye!

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I have gone foolish since Scott showed up in my life. He's a menace in my eyes, a boy that should have vanished away from the earth. How much I loathe to think he has a chance over her. Have I gone foolish enough to have done some stupidity? Some jealousy? Is that the reason why Y/N no longer wants to see me? Of course, I'm exaggerating. She said something about "time off" and I don't understand "time off". What "time off"? What have I done so wrong to make her walk away? Am I not aware of my surroundings? Boy, I was stupid. Foolish. Careless. I can't even think of other words to describe how stupid I was.

"You have to drink that coffee."

Silence is abrupt between us, and I shake my head.

"Do you think she'll ever forgive me?"

"Not if you don't eat your damn food."

"I have to know if," I say with a sniffle, my eyes clearly watering as I think about petal. "Maybe if she would forgive me–she would, right? It's just some stupid mistake."

Lizzie sighs, and it's not one of those normal sighs that you let out. It's a sigh of: I'm so annoyed by this conversation but I do understand your kind of sigh.

"It was pretty stupid," she responds, echoing my words–I felt guilty when she did that. "But you have to give her space, Scarlett. She needs that right now, you've become this overly jealous woman that has no trust in her partner."

"That's not true–"

She cuts me off, "It is. You're just not realizing that right now. Look, why don't we go out for a walk? Maybe where the paparazzi can't find us."

"I don't even feel like walking." I just want to die, jump off a cliff, and bang my head against the wall until it bleeds. Let it bleed, let me rot, I need for that to happen. Where is the death note when you need it?

"You need some time off with Y/N," she says. "If you think about her a lot, you'll never change. Come on, do it for your girlfriend."

Whatever possessed my head and my body, I agreed. We walked at Central Park–glad enough that there weren't many people that could harass us–and I didn't think about her for an hour of walking. Although I won't lie if I do see anything that has flowers, it reminded me too much of her. I can't even count how many days since the last time I saw petal, maybe years? God, I don't even know. And when we got back to my house, I couldn't do anything but let out a few sobs. Maybe I was being too much, perhaps mean toward her and Scott. I hate to even admit that I was being immature with Y/N, and it's something that I could never admit–even to my poor heart. I was, in fact, insanely immature about the whole situation. The memory of my bad reaction when I saw the emails, I didn't even give her the time to explain everything. Or when we were driving back home, all I could remember doing was clenching the steering wheel until I could see smoke coming out of my ears like from a comic book.

The next day, and the next day, were the same. I wake up on my couch and am served a cup of coffee that Lizzie made–purely with heart. I liked it dark and hot, with no sugar at all; not even a god damn creamer. I drank five to six cups of coffee in a day and only two sandwiches that usually were served around lunch and dinner time. I always tell her to stop being too kind and leave the house, but she never budged–not even one bit.

"Do you want to tell me what really went down?" Silence is abrupt when her voice comes into this melody, but not as beautiful as petal's voice. I turned to look at her and shrugged. What was there to explain?

"I don't think you would want to know." I responded in a small voice, peeling a small skin from my finger that stung a little.

"I think you need to let it all out, Scarlett."

I tried not to sob, but I did. I covered my mouth and laughed with a broken voice, a broken heart. Never have I ever been this affected, not even once. All because of a girl who came into my life that I shouldn't be in love with, it's not as depressing as it seems. I love her, I love her, I am in love with her. She's all I could think about, all I could seize to be with. I've done a mistake–not even once–and now she has slipped away from me like I'm a speck of dust in the air.

"I was overly protective," I tell her, sniffling as I tried to think about what else I'd really done to hurt her. "I didn't give her the opportunity to explain why I saw that... fucking email. I completely went insane to her, like I was threatening her or something and I think I did that out for no reason. I could've just listened but I didn't. Instead, I fought with her and made her feel like she wasn't validated."

"And have you done this in the past?"

"Now you just sound like my fucking therapist." I spat out, chuckling with slight annoyance. You can't blame me, she sounded like an actual therapist who seemed to be so interested in your life.

Lizzie sighs and brings her hand to my back, rubbing it up and down. And as much as I hate the contact of her palm, it felt soothing and made me feel a little sleepy if I had to be honest. She says in a reasoning tone, "I'm not on anyone's side here, but you have done a decent amount of pain towards Y/N. It was right for her to leave, let her breathe, Scarlett. I know I may sound too condescending but that's all I could tell you. Let her breathe, let her walk back to you."

"But I am sorry," I whispered under my breath, choking another sob. She pulls me closer to her body as I cry even more like a mad woman. "I know what I did, I was being a jackass–I know I was, I just want her back here. I need her to breathe, Liz. I can't do this without her, without knowing that she's okay."

"Give her space, darling," she says. "I know you want to, I understand. But you have to let her come back to you. Please give her that space as well."

With what Lizzie asked a while ago that I did not respond to, I can fully admit that I've done it in the past. But she never allegedly spoke about it, and neither did I. I thought to myself that it's just me being a protective girlfriend, that I want her to stay away from the people that could harm her. I already do sound alarming, especially when Lizzie told me that I do have to give her some space. And with all my tears that are on her shirt, I've come to the realization that I was the only problem that caused more problems.

How depressing that sounds that it's almost agonizing.

I don't know how long I've been standing in front of a gas station store, but here I was. The truth is, this gas station is closer to Scarlett's home destination–that's the only reason why I came here in the first place. Should I just walk away? No, I'm here already. What do I do now? Stare. Stare in misery, that's what you should do.

A person hollered, "Scarlett's whore!" and I simply couldn't turn to look at the person and tell him to go fuck himself. My eyes and body were just glued to the store, and as much as I want to move, I can't. I pinched my nose bridge and shook my hands off, I needed to calm down. There would be no absolute way for her just to show up, it would be a lot easier if she did.

The thing is, I went to her house last month. There was this pan of regret and guilt that ran through my head, it wouldn't stop. Maybe I was the one who reacted badly about everything, perhaps it wasn't even her fault. But the way she looked at me with her horrific eyes, how her hands gripped my biceps, everything felt intense and dehumanizing–I almost chuckled how I explained that pretty well.

What I didn't notice is that Scarlett's car was a few feet away from me, and the moment that I turned around I saw her frail body with black sunglasses covering her eyes; I could barely see them. I felt my body moving again, but I wasn't stepping forward toward her. She did though, and before I could even move I felt her arms wrapping around my small body as her head buried in my neck. I almost forgot how cuddly she was.

"Scarlett, the people could see–"

"Let them," let them. She pulls away briefly and smiles in tears of joy, then pecks on my forehead. "I-I thought I wouldn't see you again, I thought..."

"I was supposed to go to your house." it was the truth, I was going to her house but all so suddenly she found me instead.

A couple of girls were by the block and saw Scarlett and I have an intimate interaction, they look like the type of people who would gossip about us in school, like a nasty rumor. I was about to panic, leave the woman on the street, and walk home full of regret when suddenly I felt her hands cupping my cheek as she reassures me with a whisper: "Don't mind them. Let them see us, let them know how much I love you."

I wanted to pull away. Love? We haven't seen each other for approximately four months, how could she still love me now? How could she still see me the way she saw me months ago? Wasn't there an article about her going out with someone else? Why now? What happened then?

"I think we should talk about our you know," I mentioned, lowering my head down. "W-We should just talk somewhere private."

Scarlett gulps, as if she knows where this is about to go, but agrees. "O-Okay, baby. Let's go to your house. My house?"

"I think my place would be a lot safer right now."

"You don't have to mind them, you know?" she tells me, lifting my chin up. God, she still has this stupid effect on me that only works when she touches my skin. "I want them to know about our love, don't you want that too?"

"We should really talk about our relationship."

Because I don't know if I could handle being with you any longer.

"Okay," she sighs, still hugging me as if hiding me from the world. "Let's go to your house."

I bought a small apartment near Brooklyn when I decided to stay off-guard with Scarlett. And when she came inside my home, it was like opening old wounds. Except that, they weren't as bad as it seems. It was refreshing to see her at my home, to see her become another different person behind those cameras. She's real with me, she's affectionate with me, she makes me feel alive even. And when I saw her hands touching my personal stuff, it felt like nothing ever happened between us.

"I miss your old apartment." she says, breaking off the silence. I wonder why.

"How come?" I asked while bringing her a cold glass of water, she accepts it with our hands touching, and I almost fell onto my knees.

She sits on the small couch that was near the window as she spaces out for a bit, like gathering her thoughts or something. Then, I hear her say with an affectionate whisper: "Because it was small, like our world. I felt more vulnerable with you, I like how we were just two beings in one small box. I don't know, it probably sounds stupid anyway."

"Nothing you say sounds stupid."

I finally made myself sit down beside her, and I could feel how the atmosphere changed. Have I missed being this close to her? Yes, I have. Her hair seemed shorter and her eyebags were heavy. She looked tired, frail, and wearied. I almost couldn't recognize her. But with that melodic voice of hers, I could never forget what she was like. We were so close once more, but I had to keep my distance, to prove to her that I wouldn't let myself fall back like that easily.

"Y/N..."

"You're sorry I know."

"Let me tell you how much I am sorry," she said with sincerity, even her eyes say it all. She touches my knee and squeezes it, sniffling to herself. "I was stupid, really fucking stupid. I shouldn't have been so... threatening. I know that I've done more than that, and I'm seeking your forgiveness. I don't mind if you don't forgive me now, but at least let me make it all up to you. Let me–"

"Now you just sound like you're doing this for publicity," I scoffed as I stood up, walking towards the kitchen to gather all my unleashing thoughts. Now, she wasn't sincere. Now, I can see her true colors. She walks to me and tries to touch me, but I shove myself away from her. She looked hurt, good enough. "What are you doing, Scarlett?"

"Baby..."

"Do not–" I stopped midway and hold my hand up, blinking twice. "Don't call me that! Not when you've hurt me and sought someone else."

Scarlett knew what I was referring to, but she seemed like she was in shock. She responded solemnly, "That was only a friend from work, sweet girl... please don't assume so quickly."

"I'm not your sweet girl."

"Please stop," she begs, shaking her head as she cups my face. Our foreheads were touching now, and I couldn't bring myself to pull away. She was closer to my lips, and by another inch, we were going to kiss. "You're the only girl I'll love, the only girl I'll always think about. If I have to bring you flowers and new vinyl records every day then I will. If I have to let you hurt me, then I will let you. If I have to impress your parents that they'll approve of me, then I will. Just please don't give up, not after I spent my time loving you."

"Do you mean what you're telling me right now?" I asked, my voice feeling a little pitchy. Then I realized I was crying, and she was wiping my tears away with her thumb. I wanted her to hug and kiss me, to make love to me on this countertop. Just come closer, Scarlett. Kiss me already.

"You know I never lie, petal."

I've missed how she called me petal from the tip of her mouth, how her tongue rolls out when she calls me by that nickname she made for me. I wanted to call her lovie all over again, but I was playing a dangerous game here. We were so close to kissing that I wanted to pull her by the neck and just lather her tongue all over my mouth. You know I'd never lie too when I say I love you, lovie. You know I'd never lie if I told you how much I want to be with you and let my hands thread through your hair, pulling you closer until we are in this dance sequence.

She places her hand on my cheek and rubs my skin with her thumb, smiling with tearful eyes. I whispered, "You can kiss me, you can take me."

"I ought to take you."

"Then do it," I was desperate now, I was opening my legs for her so that she could make love to me on this spot. Do it, I say. Do it now. "Do you want to make love to me, Lovie?"

She nods, unbuttoning her cardigan and throwing it across the room. Her hands were back to my waist and pushing me against the surface. "I want to make love to you, Petal."

"Come and take me," I mewled, peppering kisses on the corner of her mouth. "Come on, Scarlett. Take me, make love to me."

She doesn't waste any more time and kisses me on the lips that I've been longing for months. Nothing changed with our kiss, it was all pure and passionate. I had my hands on her nape while I felt her tongue flicking on my upper lip to access more of my mouth. And once she did, our tongues were dancing together like a great melody. She kisses me hard, she kisses me softly. And either way, I didn't mind. I missed her just how much she missed me, I never want to let her go again like that.

She ran her knuckles on your cheeks, pulling away slightly when I could feel her breath trickling on my bottom lip. "I love you."

And before even thinking about it, I knew what my heart was screaming.

"I love you too."

A few minutes later, our clothes were discarded. I was sitting against the countertop with her mouth on my neck, her hand raking my waist while her other hand was in my inner thighs. My nails were on her back, scratching when her hand gets closer to my crotch. She moans at me, she breathes in me, and I take it like the good person I am. Scarlett whimpers, "You're all mine, petal. It's all mine to take and have, all mine to love and care for."

Scott Adamos was now in my head, and I remember our high school romance. It was great while it lasted, but it's something I don't want to revisit again. It even rippled through my head when she hinted about Scott, I almost cringed in disgust. I never saw him again after that dinner date, and never planned to see him again. It's not because of Scarlett, but because of the life that I don't want to see again.

"Can I push in, baby girl?" she asked desperately, moaning at each kiss we share. I nodded, responding quickly: "Make love to me right now, lovie."

All I could feel was her two fingers inside of me. I threw my head back until I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, I didn't realize I was that aroused. She pumps her fingers in and out repeatedly, staring down at her glistening fingers that were coated by my thick white discharge. She continues to assault my hole while peppering kisses on my wet chest, bringing her hips up as well to get some of the friction that she needed. I was moaning, whimpering if I had to exaggerate. She smiles at me and presses her lips on mine, almost in an open-mouth kiss.

"Mmph," she groans out, curling her fingers to hit my sweet spot. "You love me?"

"I love you," I repeated hazily, smiling at her while shutting my eyes again when she pushes three fingers inside of me. Fuck, she was good. "I-I love it when you fuck me..."

"I love it too," Scarlett gropes my breast, kneading it with care while harshly curling her fingers inside of me. "I've missed this pussy of yours, look how fucking horny you are to me. So desperate... only for me."

"Only for you."

Our mouths were touching each other while her fingers thrust inside of me wildly, making both of our body jitters. I was holding onto her neck, afraid enough to let go as if she'll slip away that quick. She would kiss me from time to time, but her only mission was to get me on edge until I fell apart on her as she has always wanted. We were kissing vigorously, making the entire apartment fill up with our nasty noises. Take me harder, Scarlett. Take me, fuck me, go harder. Mold yourself onto me until we're two people in one body, I need you to go harder so that your love only remains.

"You are by far," she breathes while moaning out a fuck under her breath. "You are the prettiest little angel I've ever made love with, I'll never let you go again, sweet girl."

"Feels so good," I rasped out, pressing my forehead against hers while rolling my hips to get some friction from her palm. "Tell me you love–Ugh!–tell you to love me, lovie."

"I love you." she gives two hard thrusts until I was screaming, the entire room vibrating from my voice.

"Again..."

"I love you," she muses, looking down from my cunt that made contact with her fingers. She moans to herself once again, enjoying the sight that was displayed in her eyes. "God, you look so incredible like this... I fucking love you, baby."

She bites on my ear as she falls apart first, shuddering her shoulders when white stars were appearing in her eyes. She was in oblivion, her entire body wouldn't stop jittering from her climax. And when she came, I felt myself coming too. By that sight, I just know it's something magical for me. We were both moaning incoherently, muttering quietly you're so good for me while I was still clenching around her thick fingers. My hands were still on her back, gripping her close until I could've sworn I passed out on her.

"Can I play a song?" she asked, kissing my nape while we were in bed together. After four orgasms, we decided to rest in a quiet room that was filled with my books and vinyl records. A poster of Lana Del Rey was still on the floor, begging to be hung on the wall.

"You don't have to ask."

"But this is your house," she kisses my back, her hands kneading both of my breasts with such affection. "I think this room is too big for your liking, hm?"

She was right. This room was too big for me, she knows how much I adore smaller rooms because to her reference, it felt more intimate. I like it that way, and I knew she did too. I just bought this apartment so that I could stay away from the people who were going to harass me; only because I'm dating Scarlett.

I nodded. "Yeah, I don't think I'll ever get my old studio apartment back."

"I'll buy it for you."

"That's nonsense–"

"I seriously will," she holds me close while kissing the shell of my ear. "We can always go there if we want something more intimate, then stay at my house since it is our house. Plus, I kind of wanted to move in with you because of that studio apartment."

"Really?" I asked with a higher pitch in my voice. She nods.

"Yeah," Scarlett hides her face in my neck. I giggled when she licked my skin like a cat. "How about we just buy a smaller house where we can live, maybe not in New York."

"What about your job here?"

"We'll stay close," she says. "Maybe we can stay in Massachusetts. Your favorite poet Emily Dickinson has a museum there, do you want to check that out?"

I smiled and turned to look at her face, she looked more beautiful when the sunset shined on her skin. She looked more beautiful when she was with me, holding my body closer to hers. Everything felt so... peaceful for once. As if no problems have occurred in our life, and I'd like to keep it that way. It doesn't mean that I'll forget what she has done, but I can learn to forgive and move on. Nothing is perfect, I can guarantee that. But she, in fact, was perfect.

My love for her never wavers once more, and I'll continue to love her for the rest of my life. Cliche, but we love it.

"I'd like that very much, Lovie."

She smiles, her teeth pearling at me, then kisses my cheek like it was a lingering lullaby.

"Okay, Petal."

She played a song that reminded her of me, and I could remember our body swaying with the music faintly playing in the background. Moments like this could never be that tasteful, how can anyone hate it?

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From the previous req:

How would yanderes Denki, Erasermic (poly) react to the reader being cold and barely talking to them after they kidnapped her and when one day they suddenly they come home injured, reader has tears in her eyes and patches them up, telling them that they’re stupid and should be more careful

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Yandere!EraserMic X Reader

"...If you don't talk I won't help you." This was the last threat Hizashi made to you before stomping out of the room and slamming the door. A couple seconds passed and you heard the familiar noise of the door locking. Only then did you finally sigh a breath of cold air and tucked your head between your knees, listening to the muffled voices of the two.

"She's been doing this for a month now," Hizashi threw his hands up in a violent motion and turned towards Aizawa, who was groggily sipping from his coffee, "I thought she would've understood everything was for her own good, but she still refuses to even speak!" Barely holding back desperate tears, the blond bit his lip and stared at Aizawa with expectant eyes. "What do you want me to do– Ground her?" "I usually love jokes, any time really, but this is not anytime." The ravenette let out a scratchy groan and placed the mug on the table. "In a way—she's like you." "Seriously, if you–" "So," Aizawa interjected and cradled Hizashi's chin, stroking his thumb on his lower lip, "She'll pout and sulk to punish the people who care about her, but.. Just let her be for now. She wants to be alone, so let's leave her alone."

He leaned in for a gentle, innocent kiss—just a quick peck on Hizashi's lips and smirked. "She'll realize—eventually—how much she needs us..." With that he left, leaving the pouty blond in the middle of the room. His eyes wandered down to the coffee mug Aizawa was drinking from earlier and he briefly thought of how it tasted so ironically sweet.

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You listened intently to the muffled noises from outside and held your breath as either Aizawa or Hizashi walked past your door and probably knocked some things over.

It's 23:27 and 42 seconds right now—44, 45—you hate how you know exactly how many seconds past it is. Ever since a few days ago—when Hizashi tried initiating a conversation with you (for the last time)—neither he nor Aizawa came by to entertain you and it has become painfully obvious how bored put of your mind you actually were. You never had much trouble being alone for long periods of time, but it does make quite the difference to have a phone or computer at hand—your only source of entertainment currently being; sleeping and watching the clock on the wall. Quite boring and/or maddening.

"Ugh... For duck's sake!" Oh, that's definitely Aizawa. "..Y/N," You gasped audibly and threw your blanket over yourself, in an attempt to hide—not that he would've been able to see you through the door anyway, "I know you're up, you're loud." The door unlocked and in stepped Aizawa. You sighed and begrudgingly crawled out of the bed, freezing as you registered the sight before you.

Aizawa's clothes were torn (and burnt) and he held his left arm, where blood seeped through the fabric of what remained of his clothes. "What happened to you!?" His expression was dark and he averted his eyes, chewing the inside of his mouth. "You know how to treat injuries, right?" The rough voice snapped you out of your daze and you quickly nodded, attempting to examine his injury— for a moment completely forgetting your situation—, but was quickly stilled by Aizawa raising his hand in front of you. "I can't treat you if you don't let me." You huffed and watched intently as the man stepped to the side and nodded to outside your room. "I'm.. Hizashi needs—he's in a worse state than I am," he sighed and glanced at you with expectant eyes, "please."

You begin to ponder, why didn't they go to Recovery Girl or a hospital if they were this injured. Unless they were attacked here.....

"You kidnapped me and held me captive ever since.." You blurt out, only realising you had said it out loud when you met his gaze. He looks at you with a scowl and deeply furrowed brows. "We wanted to keep you safe." He states matter of factly. "I could just leave—you're in no state to stop me." He didn't say anything, but instead stared at you with intensity. "...I've definitely gone mad," you mumbled more to yourself and snorted, but it still reached the ravenette's ears, "where is he—and where're the medical supplies." He contemplated for a few seconds before speaking again. "He's in the living room, on the couch.. As for the supplies—you can find them in the bathroom...."

~~~~~ Skip to you entering the living room, because I haven't written for a long time and I don't know what to write oof ~~~~~

You stepped outside of the room and turned back to him. "Where is the bathroom—and the living room?" "Right." He began limping away and you reluctantly followed him, mildly surprised about Aizawa not looking back at you even once.

Did he, for some weird reason, trust you or did he just not think you were capable of escaping...?

You didn't freeze this time at the sight of the other male—neither did he, but for a completely different reason.

"Why did you bring her here??" He shot up from his spot and was immediately shoved back by Aizawa, who just barely hid his own little wince of pain. "You need to be treated immediately, so please for the love of god—sit still." You commanded and hummed contently when the man made no signs of retaliation, ignoring the relieved smile on his face. Did he miss your voice this badly? "I already told you......." Aizawa whispered something into his ear and swiftly returned to your side—ready to provide help. You quickly helped the blond out of his clothes—fortunately for your racing heart he only had injuries above the waist—meaning you only had to get rid of his shirt and jacket before closely examining them.

"...so, care to explain what happened?" You grumbled to Aizawa, ignoring the overly excited blond's attempts at conversing. "Villain attack nearby." "I thought you were professionals.." You snort, loving the insulted faces the men displayed, one of which turned into an exaggerated hiss of pain as you focused on cleaning a particularly deep cut in Hizashi's side. "Five bastards headed in this direction..." Aizawa whispered, looking at you with a rarely seen gentleness in his eyes and you'd swear the feeling in your throat— which not long ago felt like bile rising up— now felt like something was stuck inside, the exact feeling you always felt before you began bawling like a child. You turned back to Hizashi, hoping to meet with the same goofy and carefree expression you always did, but all you received was just another punch to the gut— he smiled at you tenderly, a comforting calmness surrounding his character.

They protected you... You lower your head to hide your face from them, your vision blurry as you carefully clean the last small cuts and bruises on Hizashi's stomach. They're awful, seriously, why are you even crying!? They don't deserve your forgiveness. Stupid, stupid, stupid!!! They deserve these injuries. Why are you even helping them???

"Fucking idiot..." You whisper to yourself, desperately ordering yourself to stop crying which only makes you break down even more. You push against the warm arms attempting to embrace you and you scream over their soothing words.

"It's not fair!" You squeak between harsh gasps, "this isn't fair...!" You trash against their hold, you claw at anything that you get your hands on and you shout incoherent insults at the two— they simply hold you in their embrace, where they know you're safe, and whisper soothing words of love without losing a hint of gentleness from their voice, no matter the insult you throw at them, no matter the scratches and bruises you give them. You remain like that for minutes, then hours until you finally run out of tears to shed, until your head feels like it's ripping apart and until your voice only remains as an occasional gasp of air. Until you finally lay your head against a chest— you don't know which of the two, and frankly, you truly don't care anymore— and your eyes fall shut, heavy sleep overtaking your exhausted body.

"Good night, love.." Two voices whispered perfectly in sync as you fell unconscious, your lips pulling into a small smile.

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Hey, how are you? I hope you're doing well :D Quick question, could I ask for some Mime Bomb x Reader or some Chase Devineaux x Reader? Either one would be great to have some Headcannons too :) I hope you have a great day/night!

|Chase Devineaux X Reader|

a/n: tbh i haven't written for mr. 'to hunt' in a while, i still gotta redo all my older works lol working on the mb hcs rn!

pairing: chase devineaux x reader

post type: headcannons

requested: yes

word count: 0.7k

warnings: mentions of acts of violence, slight ptsd mention, food, mmm french agent, lovey dovey, pls don't fail me mobile tumblr

one of his greatest worries in your relationship is something happening to you. he knows his line of work is dangerous, so he will keep his distance from you in the beginning to protect you. chase knows from first-hand experience how terrifying both vile and acme can be, so he will do what he can to prevent you from getting hurt.

however, he physically cannot stay away from you. you're the sigh of relief he’s always needed in his life. he considers it a privilege to be yours, completely and entirely belonging to you. he’s lucky you wanted to even go to that first date with him, let alone staying by his side.

chase struggles with self-esteem issues more than he’ll let on. once you know what to look for, it's easy to notice. he’ll skip meals and showers to focus on his work. he can't be so close yet so far from figuring out what everything means.

it’s a slow progression for him to get into this mindspace, but it's no trouble for you to take him out of it. hold his hand and gently move him to the table for dinner, sit him down and shave his face for him (maybe even shower with him or bathe him yourself, this doesn't even need to be sexual!), hold him close and play with his hair, the frenchman loves to be pampered but won't admit it.

the longer your relationship lasts, the healthier he’ll become. he wants the best for you, hence he'll be the best.

holding him in the depth of night is a loved activity between you both. your head rested on his chest, the hair tickling your face ever so softly. you'll both whisper to each other about any and everything. he tends to tell you about his days since they're filled with humor (and he loves hearing you laugh). his accent is the thickest at this time unless you both usually speak french to one another.

“and then, i 'ad to buy a new coat. i still think that the mime is up to something..”

for the sake of his sanity and for your safety, try your best not to get involved with carmen sandiego. (i'm so lying DO IT it's good story)

if you do find yourself in this situation, expect her to give you a few friendly quips of her own. nothing malicious, don't worry! (maybe a little flirty at first bc she's Like That but once you shut it down she'll respect that.)

your lover doesn't like how much he has to travel for work. all of these gorgeous sights but the most beautiful is waiting for him to come home :(

even if he wanted to bring you along, (he doesn't for the sake of your health and that is the Only Reason) acme isn't fond of the idea of someone who doesn't work for them getting into trouble and them having to clean up the mess. especially since they’d be with Mr. Accident-Prone.

however, if you do work for acme, expect chase to request being your partner to every mission.

“Agent Zari has already been selected to accompany them, Devineaux.”

“....Yes, but-”

the moments where he can take a deep breath and let his walls come down are few and far inbetween, but in those moments he's viscously flirty.

he’ll go all out on his compliments that leave you flustered. he's very touchy!

he can give it all until he's given his soul too, but once he receives anything he's a mess. caress the side of his face, call him handsome, run your hands over the nape of his neck. he's gone, melted into a puddle on the floor.

he smells good. you tell him every now and then, he'll believe you but not entirely. he knows that he doesn't smell bad but he doesn't realize just how much peace he brings when his hugs engulf you. he will after some time though.

he can't cook if his life depended on it but he's an amazing baker. expect treats often! he’ll gift you the sweets for any reason, as well. (because ‘why not’ also counts as a reason)

mmmm strong hands mmm that hold you gently mmmmmmm

he wants a future with you. what you want that to contain is up to you, but the thought of waking up everyday to your face makes him feel giddy.

chase devineaux is a flawed man, but there isn't anything he can't do by your side.

© BXTTXRFLYBXDDIE

[moiravim]

Unbearable

Fem/genderfluid!Loki x GN!YN

Tw:SH.

Summary: When Loki leaves you alone with the avengers, your emotions become unbearable. Hurt/Comfort

Loki was a very complicated person. She left everyone she cared for and her plans were unclear. But one thing stayed the same.

You'd always be on her side and you'd always defend her. No matter how many times Tony, Steve, and even her own brother, Thor had told you to stay away from her.

But you had ignored them. Although Loki tried to hide her feelings for you, she cared deeply.

Her top priority was to keep you safe, even if that meant leaving you for long periods of time.

In her mind it's justified. But now you spend your nights alone, slowly becoming more and more depressed.

On top of that, your stuck hearing everyone say "I told you so". You hear it repetitively ever day.

Everyone sees how much pain your in but instead of comforting you they just judge you and your choices.

You felt like nothing, and the nothingness was so loud it stung your ears. It made your body heavy and it made your head hurt.

So, you went to your old ways. Before Loki. You'd get out a small blade and draw lines up and down your arms. You let your anger out on yourself in hopes to get rid of your pain.

The stinging felt nice. But it wasn't long until you felt light headed and dizzy. You didn't mean for it to go this far, but it feels to good to care. At least you'll die happy.

As you layed down on the floor and leaned against your bed. You heard the door open and saw as Tony ran in.

You weren't suprised that Jarvis had told him, but it felt like an invasion of privacy at the time.

"Oh God... YN, what have you done.." Tony says as he holds you up and walks you outside.

An ambulance was already called and it was just a few minutes until you were in the hospital. You fell asleep some time on the way there.

You wake up in an empty hospital room. Not a single person. You felt sad that no one came to visit you, but you didn't expect anything else.

A nurse came in to tell you everything that happened and that you have to stay in the hospital for a week so that they can keep an eye on you.

And that everything else that happens is up to you and your family. You nod sadly and the nurse leaves the room.

When the door is about to close, someone grabs the door and reopens it. You peek over to see that it's Loki.

You almost jump out of your bed to get to him, but she makes her way over fast enough that you don't have the time to.

"Darling... What have you done?" She asks as she moves your hair out of your face. "I missed you..." You respond and she looks down at you sadly.

She knows she'll never leave you like this again. She can't. She doesn't want you to go through this again and she won't let it happen.

She pulls a chair up to the bed and sits in front of you. She watches over you as you heal. She'll make sure from now on that your always by her side.

A/N: sorry there's no good gifs for feminine Loki😭😭 anyways writing her is fun and I'll definitely be doing more🫶

[fourseasonscomeandgo]

ryujin long distance!gf headcanons

TW: cursing

this is not what she wanted

neither what you wanted

but you two just love each other ever so dearly, you preferred this instead of not being together

you'll make this work out.

you two have a strict schedule for facetiming, texting, calling, if one of you don't follow the times established the other will get mad or sad

sometimes, she'll have to call a certain hour, but the members would scold her because she's at work, so she gets defensive and gloomy

"won't drop the attitude till you let me call y/n"

she'd be doing her normal life and would randomly start crying cause she wants to be with you

yuna calls her "broken faucet"

she sent you the same perfume she uses and told you to spread it over your clothes, so you could feel her close

takes pics of everything that happens in her life and sends it to you

even if she uploads a picture or a story on instagram, it's just so you would see it

i don't think she is a jealous girlfriend, but being far away may bring out her insecure and paranoid side

you both share every move you make with each other because that way it feels like you're together

sends you gifts and food to your address, which is hella hard when not being in the same city, but she would get her way on doing ANYTHING for you

watching movies on that one app in which you can watch movies with someone else online, don't remember the name, you get it tho

sending each other memes every second

you talk on every social media, like you guys are talking on kakao, wechat, instagram and twitter at the same time but about different things

gets the happiest when she knows she's going to your city on the itzy tour

makes a CHAOS so they would let her stay there for at least two days, so she can spend time with you

sends you songs that reminded her of you

pictures of her outfit, pictures of her hairstyle, pictures of her pretty face

and would ask you to send her the same of yours

the moment she had the chance she was on a plane going to you

the girls get into your videocalls

sometimes you end up facetiming another one of the members cause they stole her phone

and she gets upset cause it should be her

chaeryeong, play "that should be me" by justin

you would pick up your phone and find a video of her singing

you send her pictures of locations you want to visit with her when she visits you

texting/talking on the phone with each other all night

your sleeping routines are so fucked up already

just fantasizing about a future in which you live together, saying a lot of i love you's and i miss you's, and making each other laugh

—ica.

[canirove]

Best friends… forever? | Chapter 23

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"Do you think she'll like it?"

"She will, trust me" Bruno says. "She isn't expecting anything for her birthday this year, she told me herself. This will definitely surprise her in a good way."

"I hope so" Rúben sighs.

"I told you I would help you get back together, and that's what we are going to do. Though to be honest, you yourself have already done half of the job."

After their Valentine's Day "date", things kept getting better and better between Mila and Rúben. They were seeing each other almost every day after training, and Mila had started to spend more time at their apartment than at her own, which had given Rúben an idea for a birthday gift. Kind of.

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"Have I ever told you that I hate being blindfolded?"

"You didn't say that the last time."

"That's an exception" Mila says, feeling her whole body burning just by remembering that las time. It had been after the photoshoot, and it felt like it had happened on another life despite being just a few months ago.

"I'm going to open the door. Wait here" Rúben says to her ear, something that doesn't help with her current state. "Take a step forward."

"I swear, Rúben. If I hit something, I'm murdering you."

"You won't, trust me.”

"Ok then" she says, taking a deep breath.

"Another one... One more. Stop there" he says, moving around her to close the door.

"Now what? Rúben? Where are you?"

"Here" he says, making her jump when she feels him behind her. "Time to take this off."

After a few seconds to adjust to the light, Mila takes a look around her, and she can't help but gasp.

"What... What is this?"

"A birthday surprise" Rúben says, now standing next to her.

"This is... I..." Mila doesn't know what to say. Their living room is covered with photos of themselves from when they were babies to the present. There are photos from their holidays, from when they played football together as kids, from school, random selfies they had taken over the years, photos they had taken of each other... Even the women and men's health photos were there. And on the table, there is a huge bouquet with her favourite flowers and a spread with all her favourite "cheat meals", from chocolate to candy and everything in between.

"You did all this?" Mila asks him.

"Bruno helped me a bit."

"Bruno?"

"He told me he would help me fix things between us because he feels guilty, and this was his way of doing it."

"Well, it's perfect. Remember me to thank him" she says with a big smile.

"Do you really like it?"

"I love it, Rúben. I truly do."

"Great" he says with a nervous laugh. "Do you want to check the photos? It took me ages to pick them."

"Of course" Mila says, taking his hand and walking towards the ones of them as kids.

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"There is something else" Rúben says after they've checked all the photos and shared their memories, laughing at some and getting emotional with others.

"Something else?"

"Yes. Something I want to say, and something I want to ask you. So two things."

"Ok.”

"I love you, Mila. Despite everything that has happened lately, I haven't stopped loving you. I just... I can't. I know that you are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, the one I want to have next to me as I get old. And I understand if you are not ready for it yet, especially now that things have started to properly go back to normal between us. But I want you to know that I don't mind. That I'll wait. I don't know if I'll have to do it for months, years, or forever. But I do know that it will be worth it. Because you are worth it, Mila. You are so worth it. And..."

"I love you too" she says, interrupting him.

"What?"

"I love you, Rúben. And not just as friends. I know it has taken me too long to say it aloud and that I've hurt us both with all my doubts and being such a coward. But I love you. All that time away from each other made me realize that my life wasn't the same, that it didn't feel complete, that there was something missing. And you were what was missing. Not anyone else, Spanish, English or from the moon. No. My life is only complete if you are by my side. You and only you. Because I love you, Rúben. I love you like I've never loved anyone before and..."

And now Mila is the one being interrupted, but not by Rúben's words. She is interrupted by his kiss, one that makes her feel everything. She can feel her face getting warmer and warmer under his hands, her whole body burning, the butterflies on her stomach going crazy, her knees threating to give away. She had never been kissed like this. And she had definitely never felt this while being kissed. Is this how you are supposed to feel when you are in love? Like, truly in love? When you've found the one?

"That was the best kiss of my entire life" Mila chuckles when they finally break apart.

"You're welcome" Rúben says with a big grin.

"Best birthday present ever too."

"Better than this?" he says, taking a key-chain from his pocket.

"Is that... Paddington Bear?" she laughs.

"Don't you like it? I was looking for something British, and thought it was cute."

"It is very cute."

"What matters is what it represents, tho."

"Which is?" Mila asks, playing with the little bear.

"I want you to move back here. With me. And I wanted Paddington to be like the representation of us starting again together here, in England. I was only expecting to do it as friends, but now..."

"Yes."

"You want to come back?"

"I do. I've basically been living here these past weeks, and you know I don't like being on my own. So yes."

"But are you moving to your own room or mine?" Rúben asks with a cheeky smile, hugging her by the waist and pulling her closer to him.

"Ummm..." Mila says, putting her arms around his neck. "I have to think about it. I have a really good room here. And with my own bathroom."

"But mine is bigger."

"It actually is, yes. We'll discuss it later."

"Later? Why?"

"Because now I want you to take me to that big room of yours, and do to me what those girls on Instagram ask you to do to them."

"Which is?"

"Fuck me, rail me, ruin my life... And I'm definitely forgetting something."

"Your wishes are my commands" he says with a mischievous smile. "But before we go..."

"Urhg, what?"

"Paddington should stay here, he's too pure to see those things."

"Ok" she laughs, leaving the little bear on the table. "Happy now?"

"Very" he says. "I love you, Mila."

"I love you too, Rúben."

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[blueeyedheizer]

NSFW Alphabet - Cassie Howard

(gifs not mine ©television + ?)

WARNINGS: smut, mentions of drugs

A/N: okay so I cheated a bit and left out the letter Y because I didn't know what to write for that one :')

A = AFTERCARE (What they’re like after sex)

The first time you hooked up, Cassie was surprised by how loving and caring you were with her. You made sure she was okay, checked for any accidental bruise you might've left on her skin from gripping her hips. Cassie expected you to leave without a word, like most guys did after they were satisfied. But she quickly realized you were different and she immediately felt safe with you. It's important to her that you know how thankful she is, therefore cuddles after sex is a must.

B = BODY PART (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Cassie thinks her breasts are her best features but she loves her eyes, too. She loves to experiment with make up and try different creative looks every day. It also helps greatly that you compliment her on her skills. Speaking of you; Cassie loves your hands. She can’t get enough of them. If you ever want to get her in the mood, it just takes a few touches.

Your favorite thing about her (aside from the obvious) has to be her hips. You love to hold them as she rides your thigh and rub your thumbs over her soft skin as you watch her reach her climax.

C = CUM (Anything to do with cum)

Receiving oral is her favorite way to come. She prefers it over toys or getting fingered.

D = DIRTY SECRET (a dirty secret of theirs)

She'll probably never admit it, but the thought of calling you "mommy" in bed crosses her mind very often. She almost let it slip once, when you had made her feel so good her mind became too fuzzy to think.

But she keeps this fantasy entirely to herself, too embarrassed to share it with you.

E = EXPERIENCE (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) 

Cassie knows what she is doing, having a fair amount of partners over the years. And although she had never had any experience with a girl before you, she was quick to learn.

F = FAVORITE POSITION (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

She could spend hours riding your face. The way you hold her hips and press her closer to you, the way everything feels so much more intense than when you're eating her out the regular way... this position always brings the strongest orgasms out of her, she's on cloud nine every time.

G = GOOFY (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

There's lots of giggles, especially when you're both high. But it becomes more serious once you're fully into it, pleasuring each other and moaning each other's name.

H = HAIR (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Cassie keeps everything well trimmed. She does so mainly out of habit but she knows you won't mind if she ever happens to forget.

I = INTIMACY (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

She's a hopeless romantic. You can be sure she'll bring out the candles on special occasions like anniversaries or birthdays. Lots of "I love yous" during the moment, too.

J = JOURNEY (What gets them going)

When you kiss her neck. She's so sensitive there, that's an instant turn on.

K = KINK (One or more of their kinks)

Choking. When she's in control, Cassie's hands almost instinctively wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to lightly restrict your breathing.

L = LOCATION (Favourite places to do the do)

She's not very picky. In bed, against a wall, in the shower, all is good. Although she must admit, the thought of you going down on her or fingering her on the kitchen counter turns her on so damn much.

M = MASTURBATION (do they masturbate? how often?)

Cassie masturbates a lot. It's not that you don't satisfy her, far from it, but masturbating is a good way to relieve stress. It's something that she likes to do, especially when she's bored or she can't sleep and you're not around.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that involves pain is a huge no.

O = ORAL (Preference for giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Cassie prefers receiving. It's a selfish moment for her, really. She loves it whenever you start kissing her neck and sink down on your knees in front of her, looking up at her with a smirk before getting to the best part of the night. There are nights where you'll spend hours going down on her, being pretty merciless in terms of teasing, backing off everytime she's close and waiting until she calms down before diving back in, this time only stopping when you feel that she can’t take any more of your tongue.

P = PACE (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the mood, really. If you're in a hurry, sex will be rather fast and messy. However, it'll be slow and sensual if you're in a more romantic mood and have all the time in the world.

Q = QUICKIE (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

She doesn't mind them. Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures.

R = RISK (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Hell yeah. Cassie isn't necessarily scared of getting caught, so she’s willing to try anything as long as you’re okay with it.

S = STAMINA (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Cassie reaches her climax pretty easily. She'll usually come within two or three minutes, it depends on how worked up she is before you start going down on her.

T = TOY (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She has experience with toys from her past relationships, and she likes to use them as long as her partner is comfortable with it. If toys are a no for you, then they're a no for her as well. She'll definitely use them to masturbate though.

U = UNFAIR (how much they like to tease)

When she gets to be in control, Cassie teases you a lot. She gets so much enjoyment from watching you squirm and become impatient, it's hard not to.

V = VOLUME (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Cassie sucks at keeping quiet. She can’t help herself from loudly moaning whenever you’re eating her out. She's always whimpering, whining, gasping and praising you in between heavy breaths. You're just that good.

W = WILD CARD (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Cassie loves to mark your thighs before going down on you.

X = X-RATED (Dirty Talk)

Cassie loves talking dirty to you, especially when she's on top of you, her hand around your neck. She'll whisper filthy words in your ear, getting you all hot and bothered.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cassie feels super relaxed after sex, so she falls asleep shortly after she finishes. Bonus point if you play with her hair, she'll be fast asleep in no time.

[eternal-armin]

arcane characters taking care of you when you're sick.

slight modern au. characters include: jinx, vi, caitlyn, viktor, and sevika. (more will probably be added as time goes on, but i like these guys)

ₓₒ　jinx.　ₓₒ

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ if you get hurt/ill in any way she usually wants to kill whoever did it.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ but when you're actually sick, like flu sick, she has no reason to hurt anyone. so instead resorts to literally never leaving you alone

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ if you need tylenol, a heating pad, more tissues, more blankets, she still won't leave you. sevika can get it. what would she do about it? protest?

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ literally doesn't give a single damn about her work, getting sick herself, or whatever else silco tries to push. you are her number one priority. number one as in #1-#100 on her priorities list

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ you want for nothing.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ affection: she'll never let you go, she'll caress your hair and whisper to you (could be sweet things, could be innuendos, could be just like 'idc if you got sick because you forgot to take care of yourself, someone is still gonna die.)

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ she'll also just talk to you about anything and everything. when you speak she is heavily attentive.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ food: gets you whatever you want. no matter how many coins she has to give up, it's worth it for you. even when you shouldn't eat, jinx has a hard time saying no to you. like

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ "i s'pose one thing won't do ya much harm, toots. waitwaitwait- no! you can't eat! i can't give you anything, alright?"

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ breaks her heart to tell you no so she just doesnt look at you when she says it. anyway

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ time alone: i mean jinx'll go somewhere you can't see her, but no matter what, her eyes are on you. (not that that's any different than normal). she'll be damned if something ever happens to you while she's away for just a few minutes.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ watches over you while you sleep.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ once again, some things just never change

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ but you look like an angel when you're asleep, how could she not???

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ you're always just like "jinx, i'm fine, i don't feel sick" but she can tell when something is up. you have no choice but to accept her heavenly hospitality

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and for like at least three days after your temp comes back normal, she'll let you return to business as normal, but is constantly around you to be sure you don't get worse or get sick again. extra overprotective during those times, in all honestly.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ if anyone even dares to get near you, they will receive the death glare of their life.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ god forbid they touch you

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and you will get the most amount of cuddles feckin' ever

ₓₒ　vi.　ₓₒ

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ scared to do anything at first, in all honesty

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ like, not only because she could get sick and doesn't want to get sick and need help, but it feels like any wrong move would make you get worse

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ usually consults someone before doing absolutely anything.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ hhahh- i picture her texting/calling cait at 6 in the morning like 'hey uh my s/o is sick what do i do'

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ she just has to be sure!!

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ but once she's confident that whatever she's doing isn't also detrimental to your health, she's such a loving caretaker omg

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ she'll tell you jokes and stories, anything to get that cute smile back

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ speaking of cute, vi will constantly. constantly compliment you

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ whether it's literally directly flirting with you or slipping in a just "you know, cutie, i remember this..."

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ tries to stay awake with you, or read to you to help you sleep. usually ends up falling asleep on the chair beside you. sometimes you'll wake up to her slouched backward, sometimes to her bent over and snoozing on the bed beside you

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and not wanting her to injure her back, you wake her up

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ (and maybe invite her into the bed so she can sleep properly)

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ once you start joking back with vi again, she knows you're getting better. something about your jokes is just a little different when you're ill, and so once you're back to your normal muses, she just gets so bubbly and happy

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ omg im gonna cry

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and when you get really bad, like body aches and throwing up bad, your wish is her command. anything under the sun you could possibly want, is yours.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ probably consulted a doctor the moment you started sneezing, but will do it as often as necessary to be sure her cupcake is okay

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ still endlessly cautious, but also still affectionate and loving

ₓₒ　caitlyn.　ₓₒ

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ encyclopedic knowledge of flus, colds, and other seasonal ills. also encyclopedic knowledge of how to care for someone with said ills

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ very no bullshit. "i'm sorry, darling, but you're sick. you can't. there's no two ways about it."

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ still apologizes with stories and affection, and eventually, food, once you're all better. makes up for what you couldn't eat, definitely

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ hums lullabies to help you fall asleep dont @ me

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ sometimes they're established lullabies, and sometimes she just makes them up as she goes along. you try to hum along and harmonize, but when your voice is hoarse, it's hard

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ she still absolutely treasures it, though

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and you two share a laugh when you completely misread where the tune is going

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ strokes your hair gently and gives you butterfly kisses

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ tries to include you in the day-to-day even when you aren't doing your best. seeks your advice on things you know better, converses with you about the day's happenings, always tries to include you in things

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ has the most comfortable pajamas for you.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ on that note, helps you get changed, helps you bathe, makes sure you keep up on your hygeine and will drag you to the bath if you try to resist

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ her touch is so gentle. like damn. like vi is just scared to hurt you more; cait knows she won't, but still handles you like you're made of glass

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ gets a little flustered when you thank her. i mean, she kind of expects it, but seeing you saying it so gratefully and almost sheepishly, she melts

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ sprinkles your face with kisses every hour when you're no longer contagious. not sorry

ₓₒ　viktor.　ₓₒ

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ gets sick pretty often and you're usually the one who takes care of him, so he gladly returns the favor

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ but you're what's known as "i work until i drop", so he has to bribe or drag you away from your desk to get you to sleep.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ but once you're in that bed, you're not leaving until you're better. it sounds like a prison sentence, but with viktor, it's more like a pleasant hospital stay where the nurse is also your lover

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ sounds like a porno movie. Anyway

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ has the knowledge of when and what you should eat/drink, and like an alarm clock, he always gently knocks on the door and enters with some water or food

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ sits and talks with you a lot. lighthearted jokes, the occasional caress of your cheek and 'i love you's included. also reads to you, or lets you read something on your own

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ a little protective. probably doesn't let anyone see you, so that they won't get sick and so they don't have the chance to mess with your health. and if someone talks about you, saying anything other than 'i hope they're well' or something akin, he may or may not read them to hell.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ im sorry ive just been incredibly gay recently

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ whenever you say something to insult yourself he immediately comes out with a dissertation on why you're the smartest, most attractive, most incredible person on each. this does not change, except he's a little gentler with it

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and the way your voice trembles when you thank him, he hugs you and does not let you go.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ you're usually more emotional when sick, but he is patient and loving all the same. this is not a surprise

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ more petnames than usual. probably because you're always in privacy

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and once you're better, he surprises you with your favorite food or something small like that. always with the most cheerful grin and a cute "i got you something~"

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ "can i pay you back this time?"

"i'm your boyfriend, love. it's my job. i wouldn't give it up for the world."

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ makes fun of you for getting sick

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ nah but fr, a little bit teasing about it. like "you need some medicine baby?" in a condescending tone. and when you get flustered, she just laughs and ruffles your hair and apologizes

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ if you ever try and do something for yourself when you're super sick, she's just "oh no no no, you lay right back down, sweetheart. now what do you need, i'll get it for you."

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ just lowkey doesn't allow anybody to see you. you're physically weak, you're a little sensitive, she'll be damned if someone messes up your day when you're sick. possessive but she's sevika

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ diverse knowledge of healthy, hearty foods to help you get better faster. viktor has solyanka, sevika has kanji payar.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ does not leave you alone until you eat and drink all you need. will stand by you, arms crossed, brow raised, when you refuse to eat until you start eating. a little impatient, but her impatience outweighs your stubbornness.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ definitely softer when you're sick. of course, she's still sevika, but is more affectionate and kind and careful with you. she knows you're tough, but you're not at 100%, and that's okay

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ not the type to read aloud, but i feel like she's the type to be filled with campfire stories of all types. so she tells you tales, sometimes those of historic legends, sometimes spooky stuff (by your request, and she's always just like "babe are you sure"), sometimes heartwarming stuff (once again by your request, to which she responds "i don't even know how we're together")

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ you wake up a lot when you're sick. whether it's because you need the bathroom, water, or you just wake up randomly and get really annoyed, sevika is always close. sleeping in the room, in the room next door, wherever it may be.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and she is always happy to help you. may be a little annoyed you woke her up at 2:36 during a cold night, but for you, it's whatever

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ sometimes, when you wake her up, you both just stay awake. you're itching to move around, so you do some laps around the place- slowly and steadily- and neither of you rush to fill the comfortable silence.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ then she lays you back down to sleep. usually falls asleep in the room.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ you ask to pay her back and she responds cheekily. i will not write what she says because it is not appropriate for this blog

[sugarmaiiu]

Fuck You, Billy. (Part 3)

Part One

Pairing Billy Hargrove x reader

Time Frame: between season 2 and 3 / October 1984 (Billy hasn't gotten his Lifeguard job yet)

Warnings: t/w rough handling, unadmitted consent, semi-lemon (unprotected)

Word Count: 7.7k

First Person POV

a/n: Hi everyone! This is going to be the last part of the Fuck You, Billy series. Anything I write for Billy x fem reader will most likely use this as background knowledge so if I get a request for Billy x fem reader, consider it as a side part for this series. I've really enjoyed coming back to Tumblr after writers block and getting all this love from the community so thank you so much! NOW to address the text at hand, I wanted to make it long so I could wrap it up. As a thank you from the support I've gotten I included a little bit of spice, some lemon perhaps. So buckle up, and get ready cause its show time!

I didn't expect Billy to stick around.

It's been a month since Billy blackmailed me into being his pretend girlfriend, and like now, Billy is still there everyday waiting for me by his car to pick me up after school.

"Took you long enough," he said taking a puff of his cigarette.

"It's Friday, you can afford to wait," I said, "Besides we still have to wait on Max, so don't you start giving me that tough guy bullshit."

He waited till I was right in front of him to blow out his smoke in my face. It smelt terrible and I couldn't help but cough up a lung when he did it.

He was laughing, but still kept his smug composure, "How many times do I have to tell you that you should watch that mouth of yours when you speak to me."

I was still coughing when I flipped him off, only earning myself more laughs from him in response.

"You'll never win me over when you do that kind of shit, " I said when I could finally breathe again. He rolled his eyes and put it out.

"C'mon let's go," he said putting his cigarette out on the concrete.

"What about Max?"

"I already warned her ahead of time, she'll find another way home. Let's go."

Once we got on the road I looked at him in curiosity. I know him, and I know that he must have had some reason to why he shooed off Max.

He said looking at me from the corner of his eye, "For somebody who claims they hate me so much, you sure do stare at me a lot."

"C'mon Billy cut the shit, where we going?"

"Nosey aren't you? You saying you don't trust me?"

"I don't trust any guy with a mullet," I said with a smirk, knowing it'd get a reaction out of him.

He nodded his head and I could see him mouth the word 'Wow', "I'll remember that."

"Good for you, I'm surprised that brain of yours can remember anything at all."

He kept nodding his head with a smile, saying nothing back for a moment, "And here I was about to tell you where we're heading, but I don't remember anymore baby, so guess we'll both just find out when we get there, won't we?."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah alright, but I'm not getting out of this car if you take me someplace weird."

On the way, I thought about that dinner I had with Billy's family the first day all this started between me and him. The whole family, including myself, ate in complete silence. I thought at least Max and her mom, Susan, would talk when Neil had gone back to his chair in the living room after scoffing down his meal, but the dinner table remained speechless.

I will never forget the way Billy looked that night.

He looked broken and letdown, but I could tell that he was just holding out for the sake of not embarrassing himself. He drove me back home in silence that night too, and he didn't even tell me bye once I got out the car. He simply drove off.

I thought for sure he was going to rid of me, but when I saw him waiting for me outside of school the next day, he acted as if nothing ever happened. I haven't been back at his house since and all I could ask myself is 'what happened outside between him and his dad that night.'

Whatever it was, it really affected Billy.

I tried everything to step away from Billy after that night; after I realized how horrible it would be to be involved in his life.

I refused to take a ride home from him day after day, but he'd just show up at my house while my dad was at work. I only spoke to him in very dry responses, but he'd continue to talk to me anyways. I even tried to give him back the clothes he bought for me, but the next day I found them in the mailbox.

After a week of going on like this he still stayed by my side and tried to stop me everyday after school to give me a ride home.

My heart couldn't take it anymore, seeing how much he was putting in to getting my attention back, so I finally just gave in and took the damn ride home.

Though one weird thing I noticed is that he completely stopped touching me. I was curious to why Billy had stopped, but if I was honest I kind of missed it. I caught myself blushing every time I thought about his legs rubbing in between mine, as he pinned me down to my own bed to do it.

I am full of gross self loathing shame for enjoying it.

I know myself, so I knew that if I was aboard his train before, I was definitely on now. Though not only was I just aboard, I was strapped into my seat. I don't think I could break out of it, even if I went at it with full force.

If the Billy Hargrove Express was going to crash, I'd be going down with it.

Billy handed me a bandana, breaking me away from my thoughts, "Put this over your eyes, don't complain about it either," he said.

"Wait why?"

"Jesus, just put the damn thing on. I just said don't give me shit for it."

I looked at him strangely, but took the bandana from his hands regardless. "I don't trust you at all just so you know. I'm only doing it because, knowing you, you'll probably stop us in the middle of the road again, like some lunatic, till I do."

"Damn straight I will, so hurry up and put it on," he said smiling at my comment.

I took a deep breath before tying the cloth around my eyes, completely blinding myself to where we were heading. As much as I give Billy shit, I do actually at least trust him enough to not be some raging serial killer like Ted Bundy.

Billy turned the music up in the car a little bit louder, making it to where all sound I could hear was he music around us.

It gave me shivers not knowing where we were going and having my senses taken away.

I take it back, maybe he could be another Ted Bundy.

If he was a serial killer, I'd be dead. Due to the smooth way the car traveled across the road and the sheer darkness from the blindfold, I fell asleep.

I woke up to Billy picking me up out of my seat. His touch startled me awake and I reached for the blindfold that cover my eyes, out of panic. He grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"Hey, if I wanted you to see again, I'd already have taken it off," he said now cradling me in his arms.

"I can walk dipshit, put me down."

"Yeah but then I have to guide your ass, and as funny as it would be too see you wipe out on the ground, I'd rather us just get there as quickly as possible."

I huffed and wrapped my hands around his neck. Even though I couldn't see I knew he'd be smiling like the prick he was because he was getting his way.

"You still want down?", he asked after walking us around a few feet.

"Yes, now can you please just put me down."

"Whatever you say," he said before throwing me out of his arms. I let out a scream, afraid of not knowing how far I was being thrown. I was expecting to hit the ground, but almost immediately as my worry began, I crashed into a soft squishy surface.

He was snickering at my sudden fright. while doing so, he stepped towards me, taking off my blindfold before I could even get situated to be sitting upright.

The sudden light burned my eyes as I looked up at the dark and tall figure above me, which I knew was Billy, even though my vision was still blurry.

It only took a few seconds for my eyes to stop burning, when I realized we were out in the woods, and I was sitting on a couch on some random porch.

Attached to the porch was a small cabin, and not too far off from us was a lake. I looked around, seeing nothing but woods and a small wooden dock, sticking out from the lake's shore.

"You blind folded me to take me here?", I asked looking up at him.

He looked down at me into my eyes before kneeling down to my level, "Yep. We're staying here this weekend, and since you don't really know where we are, you kind of don't have a choice in the matter."

"What about your dad?", I said before pausing, "What about my dad Billy, huh? You ever consider that?"

He shushed me. "Yeah I did actually, and he was ok with it."

"Oh really? So you just called my house, hoped it was my dad, then told him I'd be staying all weekend alone with you. Oh, and in case you forgot, Billy, you are literally a stranger to him." I huffed, "Yeah I don't think he would be quite so ok with that like you claim."

Billy rolled his eyes and shoved the bandana into my mouth in one quick swoop of his hand. "Yeah and that's why I didn't tell him the truth y/n. You think I'm an idiot or something?"

I spit out the bandana, onto the floor, almost as quickly as he shoved it into my mouth.

He was really starting to get on my nerves with the whole inconsiderate bratty child act.

I forced Billy to move back when I practically jumped up from where I was sitting, "You can't just decide I'm staying here Billy! And you lied to my fucking dad to get me here. What the fuck?", I said seconds away from slapping him, but I resisted the urge.

"I'm trying to give you a good weekend and you're mad at me? Your dad thinks your on some trip with the yearbook committee for the this year's yearbook. What's the harm. It's not like I kidnapped you," he said getting in my face.

"Yeah Billy, you basically did. Last time I checked, you never asked me if I was okay with this!", I yelled getting increasingly louder as I spoke.

I went to turn away, and for the first time in weeks he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me in close so he could get in my face. He was about to say something, but instead he looked at me in my eyes.

After a moment of staring into each other's eyes, I thought he was going to kiss me, like he had done before. I mentally prepared myself to be kissed, when suddenly he let me go.

I felt the air crawl it's way out of my body. I felt a ache in my heart but only for a moment. I actually got disappointed he didn't kiss me.

I huffed and internally scolded myself for being disappointed when I said, "You know you could have just asked me to come this weekend. You could at least be kind enough to give me the choice."

"Would you have said yes?", he added quickly.

"I don't know. I-", he interrupted me.

"Would you have said yes, y/n?"

I gulped and let there be a pause before I quietly shrugged my shoulders.

"It's not like I despise being around you. I- just-" , I had to pause to let out a nervous laugh, "I know we can have a good time. I mean I've had a fun time around you before."

He scoffed, "You sure as hell don't act like you have."

"Billy, you can't be serious?", I asked.

"No, I'd like to genuinely know, because I sat around for you everyday like some needy bitch, and you walked all over me for days despite that. Do you know how fucking embarrassing that is for me?"

I was too stunned to speak.

Afterall, this was the selfish man whore Billy Hargrove in front of me, admitting that.

"I won't say everything has been. . perfect, but," I looked at him ready to admit some feelings, "you've given me good memories since day one."

"Oh yeah the day I blackmailed you, that was a good memory?"

"Not all of that day of course. I mean you for sure scared the hell out of me that day. You were very intimidating, but not all of that day was bad."

He rolled his eyes and walked past me to sit on the couch on, he had previously thrown me onto. He lit up a cigarette and looked out onto the lake.

"I enjoyed going to the movies that day," I laughed in between my words, refusing to let the topic go, "and when you were on my last nerve you suggested we scream it out, and we just flew down that road afterwards with no care about how dangerous it was."

I quickly noticed him start to smile again.

"And dinner with you family wasn't all that bad."

He scoffed in a sort of half-laugh kind of way, "I can believe that other shit you were spewing out just now, but that dinner was fucking horrible."

"Maybe for you, though I don't really know how your side of things went," I said hoping he'd elaborate on it.

He huffed and took a long hit from his cigarette, "You ever even try to smoke a cigarette before?", he asked avoiding the conversation.

"I don't mean to pry Billy, just your dad seemed strange to me is all. I'm just curious if he's always like that or not."

"If you can smoke a whole cigarette with me I'll sleep on the couch and you can have the bed to yourself," he said. Even if the deal was a pretty good offer, he still was avoiding the conversation.

"Ok got it, you just expect me to tell you what's wrong when I start acting off, but your just allowed to avoid the question entirely?"

What I said, must have strung a nerve withing him. He put out his cigarette and within seconds he was standing up, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, and pinning me against the wall of the cabin.

The sudden impact with the wall left me breathless as I looked up to Billy's angry eyes.

"Is this what you want to know y/n?" he asked spitting in my face as he smoke

"What the fuck is wrong with you?", I asked trying not to focus on my now aching back.

"A lot of shit you don't even want to get me started on," he forcefully let me go and let out an aggressive scream as he began to walk off towards the lake.

"Billy where are you going?" I asked but got no response for.

I pursued him as he marched his way out towards the lake. A part of me felt bad for edging him on, but I was in the right about this. Even if it was a sore topic for him, he didn't have to be such a closed off dick about it.

He sat down at the lake's edge and I stopped to stand behind him.

"The way I held you against that wall," he said after a long awkward pause, "is the same way my dad held me when we walked outside. .all because I brought you into the house."

"I didn't kno-" he shushed me once again, and patted down next to him, signaling me to sit. "I just get so fucking angry living out here. This cow-shit smelling, hick of a town, pisses me off to a extent where you can't even begin to understand," he said as I plopped down next to him.

"Why don't you move back?"

"There's no where to move back to."

"You don't have family back there?"

"My mom," he said scoffing, "but she left me and my dad when I was just a kid."

I could tell his mom was a sore subject for him to talk about. He hung his head and fiddled with his hands as he spoke about her, even if it was just a quick mention.

I decided to get off the touchy subject, "I don't live with him everyday, but your dad is a fucking asshole."

He nodded his head, "Yeah, he is."

"Max told me he's hit you before, which I don't agree with of course. It's really fucked up."

"Yeah well she and her mom are real pieces of shitty work too."

"You don't mean that."

"Yeah I do, and you wanna know why? If it wasn't for them I'd still be in California and my dad wouldn't be as much of a fucking prick asshole," he picked up a nearby stone and threw it as hard as could, to send it skipping across the lake's surface, "He wants me to be happy or some shit that they are in my life, and he wants me to act like their my family, but they aren't. It's not my fucking job to be responsible for Max either, when she's thirteen years old and isn't even my real fucking sister."

"She's still the closest thing you have to a sister."

"Yeah well step-sibling isn't close enough.", he said looking away from me.

I sighed and leaned my head on Billy's shoulder, hoping it would calm him down. Even if it was slightly.

"Just because your dad is a piece of shit doesn't mean you have to be like him, you know? I prefer the real Billy more than the stuck up asshole version of you."

"Yeah and what's that real Billy like?" he asked, obviously still frustrated.

"The real Billy waits for me every day after school to take me home even though he knew I would refuse it."

He stayed silent but I decided to keep going anyways

"Or the Billy who surprises me with a weekend getaway," I said with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, sure seemed to me like you hated that I brought you here," he said, sending another another stone skipping across the water.

"No actually, I think it's very sweet of you to plan this out for us. I just think it was pretty inconsiderate of you and how you went about it," I looked to him, "You did kind of go out of your way to lie to my dad about it and then blindfolded me on the way here, so I wouldn't be able to get back home."

"You really think if I asked, you would have came?"

I made sure he was looking back at me before I spoke, "Yeah Billy, I think I would have," I let out a small laugh, "Hell, then we could have thought of an excuse together for my dad."

He scoffed, "You can't be the same y/n I know. She would get a high horse from me telling her she's right," he finally smiled, but it was different than his usual. It wasn't fake, or didn't come from his ego, this smile was genuine.

"Oh, so now you're saying I was right?"

"Jesus, nevermind, your still who I thought you were."

I lightly swatted his arm in a playful manor, "Well as much as I'd love to tell you, I told you so, I'm glad you told me." I added, "At least I didn't have to slam on my brakes in the middle of a road to make you do so."

"That just proves I'm a lot less work than you."

I scoffed, "You keep dreaming Billy."

He stayed silent for a second before yanking me and himself up off the ground. Before I could react, he picked me up off my feet and carried me to the dock I had noticed before.

"Don't you fucking dare!" I yelled thrusting around in his grasp as he walked.

"Oh yeah admit you're the bigger fucking handful and I'll let you go."

"You're the one who probably spends more than half an hour fixing your hair up in the morning, and I'm the handful?!" I asked not being to help myself from laughing.

He started swinging me as if he were to throw me, but didn't fully commit. He was giving me a warning.

"Last chance, y/n!" he yelled out. I yelled out in a fearful scream, choosing that over responding to him. I grasped onto him for dear life.

"Suite yourself!" he said throwing me into the water. I tried my best to cling onto him, so at least he'd come down with me, but his strength was ten-times my own. It was nothing for him to pry me off before throwing me out.

The water hit me like icy stakes piercing my body. It's much colder in the fall compared to the summer, so I doubt the water could be anything over than sixty-five degrees.

I popped my head out of the water just in time to catch Billy throwing his shirt onto the dock, before jumping in right after me.

I got yet another round of icy cold water to the face.

Seconds later, he too sprang his head up from the surface. He immediately started to shake the water from his hair like a wet dog, and screamed out a loud 'whoo', that echoed across the vast, open lake.

Both of us were laughing as he swam over to me and my shivering body. He scooped me up and wrapped my legs around him so he could hold me.

I blushed. This was the first time he had tenderly held me, since the first day we got into this whole mess.

He came in for a kiss, interrupting my giggles.

"Hmph!", I instinctively let out as his lips came crashing onto mine.

He was hungry. Last time we kissed was a month ago when he kissed me by sheer force. With the way I was kissing back now, I'm sure even he could tell that I wanted it. I wanted it bad.

His hands explored my back as I held onto him myself with my legs. The journeyed across my shirt until they found a resting spot near my lower back.

I broke away first, and for once he actually let me. This was better than I remembered, it was good. Really good.

No matter how great it made me feel, it still didn't change the fact that the water was freezing cold and I was shivering in his arms.

I stuttered from how cold I was, "Can- Can we please go- go back onto the shore?"

He shook his head, denying my request, "Admit it."

"Billy!" I threw my head back in annoyance that he was still even on the same subject that got us into the water in the first place.

"It's your fault if we catch a cold from being out here for too long, so you better hurry it up and just admit it."

I huffed, "Ok for fucks sake Billy," I gave him a mean looked before I continued, "I can be a handful sometimes, just like everyone else, so can we please just get out of this water."

His egoist smile returned, "First one out gets to sleep in the bed," he said suddenly dropping my weight back into the water. I almost went back under, but I was half expecting him to let me go either way.

"You cheating prick!" I yelled out, but he just laughed.

Not only did he beat me to the shore, but he beat me back to the cabin to. It was quite a sight to see him in such a hurry to grab his previously striped clothes off the dock, before running back up to towards the cabin.

It made me smile how Billy reminds me of a happy toddler, who just is over themselves with excitement, when he is having fun.

I finally drug myself back up to the cabin, walking into it for the first time, soaking wet.

"Hey don't move, you're still soaked!" he yelled out from across the small cabin.

"And you aren't?" I yelled back.

I didn't receive a response till he trotted his way back over to me with folded towels wrapped up in his arms, for us to dry off with.

"What just happened out there proves I can be quick about pretty much anything," he said gloating.

"I'm sure you're right. You really are quick about everything." I said with a wink.

He scoffed, "I'm sure you'd like to know. Wouldn't you sweetheart?" he said wrapping a towel around me.

"Maybe I would," , He paused for a half a second, not expecting that sort of response. "Maybe I wouldn't. You'll sure as shit never find out," I continued after a long pause.

"Well your stuck all alone with me all weekend, I wouldn't be so quick to say that."

"Oh yeah and boost your ego? I'd rather go drown in that lake out there."

He rolled his eyes.

Billy was obviously prepared for this trip, and it was certainly no last minute decision on his part. The entire kitchen was stocked for the weekend, and the sheets on the bed had been freshly washed.

Billy even bought me a couple outfits to wear for the weekend, knowing he would take me here by surprise, leaving me no time to prep.

"You do realize how this all seems suspicious to me right?" I said finally snuggling in on the couch after drying off and changing into a silky pajama set he had bought for me.

"How so?", he said coming to sit next to me after turning on the TV across from us.

"You replaced all my clothes, I have no idea where I am, you've had this planned out for a few days at least, and there's a lake about thirty feet from this cabin for easy disposal."

"What am I? Ted Bundy?", he asked, reading my thoughts.

"You could be. I mean you totally check off all the boxes to be a serial killer." I said smirking.

"Well you're the one who said you'd rather drown than sleep with me so if your dead body ends up in the lake that's by your own doing."

I rolled my eyes, "Even if you kidnapped me into bringing me here, I still am glad to spend the weekend somewhere outside of my bedroom," I said tempted to lay my head on his shoulder.

"Is this a thank you I hear?" he said. This was pure fuel for his ego.

"Yeah, it is. Thank you."

"Guess I'll have to kidnap you more often then." he said scooting closer to me.

He and I both let out a little laugh at the wording, and I finally gave in and laid my head on his shoulder as we both looked at the TV.

All I remembered was closing my eyes for a second, but before I could stop it, I was asleep on his shoulder.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was completely dark except for the TV that illuminated us on the couch and the surrounding area.

I blinked a few times before realizing I was still on the couch, I went to stand, but there was an arm around me, that wrapped tighter when I moved.

Billy.

I froze, realizing I had carelessly fallen asleep in the arms of Billy. He groaned from my previous motion, and snuggled me tighter, as to keep me fleshed up against him.

My face was on fire, and as much as I'd like to stay here snuggling. Now that I was up, I had to piss so bad I was going to explode if didn't.

I tried my best to get out of his grasp, but he instinctively held on like how a child holds onto their favorite teddy bear.

"Billy. I need to get up," I said softly while nudging him arm.

He groaned and when I looked back at him, he was shaking his head no.

'Goddamn how is that even when he's asleep, he's still a selfish bastard.' I thought to myself.

I grabbed one of the couch pillows that fell onto the floor and held it to my chest. With my free, I began to lift Billy's arm up from my side.

When I finally had it up enough for me to get through, I quickly got up and replaced myself with the pillow.

When I got back, the lamps had been turned on, and Billy looked to me while standing before an open fridge.

"You know you woke me up the second you started moving me around yeah?" he said half asleep still.

"I had to piss and you wouldn't let me up. What was I supposed to do?," I answered. He didn't respond, only to pull out some cookies from the fridge.

"You keep cookies in the fridge?"

"They taste better cold," he said ripping apart the packaging.

I lifted myself to sit on top of the counter, next to him. I dipped my hand down to steal a cookie, so I could test his opinion out for myself. We both munched in silence as I formed my own opinion.

"Nope, tastes exactly the same," I said.

"That's cause your opinion is shit," he said still with a mouth full of cookie.

"Ha, no. Your opinion is shit, have you seen the type of women you've slept with?" I asked jokingly.

"What's that say about you then?"

"Well I haven't slept with you."

"Not yet, but your curiosity will get the better of you soon enough," he said smiling

I ruffled his bed head, "You wish."

He stood in front of me, trapping me in his arms as he placed them on the counter space on both sides of me, "What's stopping you?"

I laughed, "You're joking right?"

"Afraid not babe."

I rolled my eyes, "You do realize that the only reason you know I even exist is because I turned you down after you tried to get in my pants at some stupid party? You got all handsy with me then too."

"I touched your waist, big deal."

"That's besides the point! The point is, Billy, is that if I sleep with you, you win," I huffed.

He smirked as he leaned in closer to my face, "So that means you want to, but just won't let yourself? All because, what? I'll win?"

I blushed, "Wha? No. Did you not hear me at all?"

He forced me to look at him in the eyes by tugging at my chin, "I heard you, but I can also tell that your lying."

"I'm not lying Billy." I said with butterflies in my stomach.

"C'mon cut the shit y/n.", he said with his typical devilish grin.

If my blush wasn't noticeable before, it for sure was now.

He leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "You didn't think I'd notice how you cling onto me when I touch you, did you sweetheart?"

He ran his hand up my thigh stopping just before the edge of the silky sleep shorts he bought for me. He gave my thigh a good squeeze occasionally as he explored the surface.

It was true that his touch always sent thrills all through me, but that doesn't change how I feel on the inside. This only started, because all I was to him was another plus one to his body count.

"The only reason we talk now, is because we're friends. I know that you only wanted me for sex though when this all started, I'm not stupid." I said in a somewhat of a pouting tone, "Why would I sleep with you?"

He paused and let my chin go, "At the party, yeah, I did just want you, you looked fucking amazing," he got a sincere look on his face, "I also told you the next day how you intrigued me. You stood up to me, and I liked that a lot."

"Just because you tell me that I sexually intrigue you doesn't change anything about this, Billy."

"You got my respect then, y/n," he said, "I think your fucking sexy of course, but I liked the way you carried yourself that night. It's way different than any other bitch I've met here."

Had my whole problem really turn out to be a complete misunderstanding?

"How am I supposed to know you were being sincere then? You forced me to kiss you and coerced me into being your fake girlfriend. That's a lot of mixed signals don't you think?"

He hung his head and smiled, "y/n, I'm good enough to get anyone I want.", he said proudly admitting his ego, "but even after you ignored me, everyday, I stayed. Your the only one here in this hick town to ever earn my respect."

I felt my breath crawling its way out of my body with every word he spoke. This was not the Billy I came to know at first. This was the Billy who could finally let his guard down around me.

Though his attitude was awful and his ego was still raging, I finally could see him as a loving partner.

"Just forget it," he said backing off.

"Billy," I said grabbing his hand on my thigh before it could fully leave.

"Did you only threaten me into pretending as your girlfriend, just so you could . . . get to know me?"

"That sounds pretty fucked when you word it like that y/n."

"Yeah well that's what happened you dick, don't avoid the question."

He laughed in a nervous kind of way, "You intrigue me in all ways sweetheart, so yeah, don't get a big fucking head about it."

I was red all over.

I laughed at how he could say something so sweet, but still act like a dick at the same time. It was just the way he was, and it's what I fell for in him.

I pulled his hand to rest up on my waist before I gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"I guess you've got my interest too," I said softly, "It's not every day a guy admits he enjoys his time around me."

"Told you I was nice."

"Well, at least now you are."

I looked into his eyes, realizing he was coming in for another kiss. I snickered as I turned my head away, making him kiss my cheek instead. "I didn't give you permission for that," I said.

"Good thing I don't need it," he said as he picked me up off the counter.

"Hey! What the hell Billy?"

"I'll just take what I want, if you won't give it too me, babe," He held me with one hand so he could give a nice tap to my ass, "I'll get you begging for it, in no time."

We got into the bedroom and he didn't even bother flipping on the lights. There was still plenty enough shining in from the living room.

He threw me on the bed before pinning me down with his hands, ramming his lips into mine instantly. I tried to push against him, but it only made him force me down even harder.

Unlike last time I was pinned to a bed by Billy, I was kissing back. I couldn't resist this any longer, but the realization of that only made me angrier to be proving him right. My anger fueled the kiss even more, only adding more steam to the fire happening around us.

He freed up one of his hands to aggressively explore my body. He let his hand travel across my torso letting it rest on my ribcage for a moment. It didn't take him long to discover there was nothing being worn underneath the shirt.

"Well what do we have here?" he said breaking away from the kiss.

I blushed and turned my head away, I was in so much shock I could barely speak, "Mine- It was- The lake- It got wet." I fumbled with my words, but it still got the message across. He laughed, menacingly, before slamming his lip back onto mine.

He started exploring the new discovery, but held himself back from going over the top. He was toying with me. Teasing me.

I put my newly free hand on his cheek so I would have a deeper grasp on the kiss. I tried to move from his cheek down to his chest, so I could do my own exploring, but at the touch of his collarbone he stopped, breaking our kiss.

I hated the feeling of the cold air on my lips when he moved away, but I hated it even more that I was actually pouting about it.

"Beg me," he said

I shook my head no out of stubbornness, so he gave my thigh a good hard love tap. I let out a whimper due to the sheer unexpected force that came to me.

"Say it y/n."

"I can't- I can't." I said hiding my face with my free hand.

"Why not sweetheart?" he whispered. I stayed silent and simply held onto his wrist that pinned down my other hand.

I couldn't think straight due to all the emotions I was feeling. I was nervous, excited, and my whole body burned with lust.

I was to embarrassed to speak, but I couldn't deny the fact that I liked what was happening between us. I wondered frequently how he would be in bed, since he was always the one to bring it up. In all that time I thought about this, I never expected that I would be left so speechless.

Even in the dim light, I caught a glimpse of his cocky smile, before he flipped me over onto my stomach.

I attempted to lift my face from the bed, but he shoved it back down into the fluffy comforter with his hand.

"If you aren't going to use your mouth to talk then you don't need it at all," he said after giving me another spank to my ass. The sound echoed off the walls, luckily covering the squeal I made. "I'll just let the rest of you speak for itself."

With no struggle from my part, he lifted my shirt, exposing my whole back to him.

I tightly grasped onto the blankets as he kissed down my back, but it wasn't long till his lips got bored and he made his way further down to my shorts.

After removing those pretty quickly, he started to take off his own clothes.

"Wait- Wait, Billy," I said lifting myself weakly from the bed.

If it wasn't the sight of his bare upper body that made me blush, it was for sure going to be what I had to say, "I'm- I-"

He flipped me around the rest of the way, back onto my back. He leaned over me, letting a hand rest on my face while using the other to balance himself. "You know you talked all that shit, but you can't even speak right now. Slow down so I can understand you."

I took a deep breathe and looked at him, "I'm not on any pill," I managed out.

He laughed, "That's what your worried about right now?"

"I think it's a perfectly good thing to be worried about right now, so yes," I quickly blurted out.

"This isn't my first time you know, now I can't say the same for you, but-"

"This isn't my first time either, thank you," I interrupted.

He raised a brow, "Oh really? With how nervous you are, and how defiant you've been. I figured it was."

"No, I- This isn't new for me. Just how you are is new for me." I said speaking more quietly as I went on.

"You mean somebody with experience is new to you?" he laughed.

"I guess," I looked away, "Your very handsy."

"How could I not be? You've been keeping me waiting," I gave him a pouty stare in return.

"Careful for now, pill for next time. Ok?," he continued.

I nodded my head in agreement. I trusted him, and he's right, he does have way more experience than I have. If he says that he'll be careful, I trust him.

"Now where were we?" he said while scaling his eyes down my now exposed body.

After plenty of fore-play on both sides, he had me close to him and finally put himself into position on top of me. The embarrassment I felt from the noises I made when he started, could single handedly put me in my grave.

He completely blurred my mind after putting me through multiple rough and intense rounds.

He always kept things interesting, never letting me take it for too long in a certain position. Whether I was pressed into the bed or thrown into his lap, no matter how he was ramming into me, I held him tight.

I've never felt such an intense emotion before and quite frankly, I was addicted. I wouldn't complain when he would hastily go back in for more, even if it left me with no time to rest.

I very much so regret calling him quick at 'everything'.

He would edge me for what felt like an eternity before he would allow me to spill. He always made me wait for him, no matter how good I was feeling. I shamefully admitted how wrong I was for calling him quick, earning myself a even quicker pace at which we were going.

After hours of endless pleasure, he decided enough was enough, after seeing how utterly worn out I was. It was still dark outside, but I knew the sun would be coming up soon. I needed rest.

He pulled me in close before laying beside me on the bed. Stroking my head as I thought to myself.

Even when he wasn't ramming himself inside me, he could be so vicious and forceful, but I learned there was a reason to his extremely rude demeanor. He was only so snappy so he wouldn't ever have to confront his feelings head on.

He tries to pretend he doesn't care about anyone, but really he just wants no one to view him as weak. He was conditioned to think that way.

"How about instead of screaming matches in my car, we just do this to let out some anger," he said pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Then we'd be at this all the time," I responded rolling my eyes.

"I can shut you up again if you keep up with that attitude."

I cuddled into his chest, saying nothing in response.

"Yeah that's about what I thought," he said wrapping his arms around me.

"I thought you liked it when I stood up you," I questioned.

"Yeah, but I like it when you suck it up and just be mine as well."

"Pretend yours? Or actually yours?" I asked quietly.

He snickered, probably about how shy I was at the moment, compared to usual, "Actually mine."

"I think I'd like that too."

We both had our problems, and Billy's family life was going to for sure be a problem later, but right now I could be happy. Right now I trusted Billy.

Even though his scary and unpredictable behavior would always leave me feeling uncertain, but he's now showed me multiple times that he can normally handle things, even if its still in his own snarky matter. He showed me that I didn't have to ask him to change, that he would just do it on his own for my sake.

The weekend flew by after a days full of more intense times in bed, cooking meals together, talking about where'd we like to get jobs at for the upcoming summer, and working out with one another. He went out of his way to create a personal routine for me, so I wouldn't feel left out. I didn't expect to feel sad when it was time to head home, but I was.

It felt like Billy and I were already living our life together.

We completed our final task of packing all the leftover food into the trunk of his car, and now it was time to leave. I wistfully watched the cabin disappear from view as we drove away and began our journey of heading back to civilization.

When this started between us in the theater of Hawkins High, I was not in love with Billy Hargrove. In fact I thought he was a total dickhead. I'm not wrong though, he totally was.

Despite it, he made me feel alive. I had to tell myself, I can't fall in love with Billy Hargrove.

I laid awake at night, in my own bed, hoping I wasn't going to fall, because why would any person fall for such a self centered man.

What we had was beyond my control. I would yell out screams of frustrations till I would wake up the next day, unable to speak. I wanted to control my feelings, and I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't.

Even though I wanted to hate him, I always knew we were much more than just pretend. I knew I would inevitably fall, so once I embraced it, everything changed.

He opened himself up and I was able to see the true Billy. He was unpredictable and inconsiderate at times, sure, but he always cared for me in his own bitchy way.

He went out of his way to check up on me even if it was in a snarky tone. It was just who Billy was, and I finally understood that. I finally felt like I would be safe to care for him as well.

I can't believe I'd ever actually admit it, but I fell in love with Billy fucking Hargrove. It was clear that I was his, and he was mine.

No matter what we would have to go through, we would be each other's future.