#so he likes getting sprayed in the mouth huh *gets shot*

[skitskatdacat63]

and if u are still going… top 5 champagne martian pics too

I am always up for champagne pics! They are my favorite genre of F1 picture!! The vibe is certainly something

1. Australia 2016 of course :)

2. China 2009(yeah I like it a lot okay)

3. Brazil 2011

4. Spain 2010

5. Germany 2009

[ak4e7a]

kiss it off me — enha ot6 legal line foodplay !

cw: f!reader; 4nal, ass eating, temperature play, ice d1ldo, tit worship, possessive kink, cum eating, blah blah blah

a/n: for my freakhoonz OBVIOUSLY but most importantly for @heeslomll !!! congratulations on graduating nessa! i love you and i'll always be proud of you my sweet girl. twinz forever <3

this is in no way supposed to be an accurate portrayal of enhypen. minors dni, 18+ only.

heeseung

your boyfriend affectionately refers to your ass as his personal cake

and one day you're lounging in bed with him the AC isn't working; it's a hot ass day so both of you, of course, are naked and eating ice cream, giggling like kids up to no good

things start to get out of hand when heeseung shakes the can of whipped cream too hard and it gets everywhere, splattering your face in the process.

"hee!" you squeal, wrinkling your nose at him in half-serious disgust. "it's sticky!"

"sorry, baby. i'll clean you up, hold on." he takes his finger and swipes up the whipped cream that decorates your features, and you think he's going to either lick it off himself or feed it to you, but he does neither

with a mischievous glint in his eye he rubs it over your lips

"i'm still sticky," you whine

"sorry, here, i'll fix it," he says, giving you a kiss and licking the cream off your lips. he keeps his tongue poking out and licks all the way across your face. "mm, babe. you taste so good. just wanna eat you up."

flustered, you stutter out, "you can, if you want..."

"any part of you?"

"uh-huh," you answer, too fixated on his pretty features

"turn over, then, baby." heeseung makes you literally spread your ass open and for a moment you think he's going to eat your cunt from the back

but then you hear the sound of the whipped cream canister spraying, and then you feel the cold topping drip onto your puckered rim

and then you feel the familiar glide of heeseung’s rough tongue, although this time he’s not eating your pussy

but he does have two fingers fucking your hole open while he eats your ass

“want you to cum like this, baby. can you do that for me? please?”

you can’t do anything but obey; after all, your boyfriend treats you so well, all the time

the rest under the cut!

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jay

you’ve been wanting to ask your boyfriend if you can try ass play but you’re nervous

but also you just really really love him and you want to give him the honor of claiming your last untouched hole

so you when you bring it up, you also ask jay if you can do a shot of his expensive whiskey to help calm your nerves

and he’s like, “of course, darling, anything to help you feel good—but we don't have to do it if you’re not 100% sure about it.”

and you say, “no, i’m sure i want this, you know i just have a hard time relaxing…”

being the loving boyfriend who also loves to spoil you that he is, he gives in to your whims

but, also, jay being jay, obviously he isn’t going to just give you a glass with a shot of Suntory

he puts the shot in his mouth and then kisses you, spitting it into your mouth

and then repeats this a few more times until you feel the warm, dazed feeling of the alcohol buzz permeate through your insides

“‘m ready, daddy,” you murmur to him

“okay angel face, get on all fours for me, hm? face down, ass up, you know what to do.”

“yes, daddy,” you answer obediently

jay loves you like this: extra submissive and docile, not bratting out on him like you like to do

yeah he spits a little whiskey on the buttplug and then on your waiting hole to lube it up

“deep breaths for me, okay, princess? we can stop at any time.”

“no, daddy, want you to train me. wanna take your cock in my ass soon.”

“you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? hm? how does it feel, baby? tell daddy.”

“feels… ah! i feel so full.”

“you’re doing so well for me, baby. want my fingers, too? wanna be stuffed?”

that’s a rhetorical question. of course you do

jake

to get back at jake for him blindfolding you and making you ride his abs, you blindfold him this time

of course he’s all up for it

but what he doesn't know is that when you were out today

you picked up a box of your favorite donuts

which is your favorite treat

right after your boyfriend's big cock of course

you leave your blindfolded jakey in the bedroom, cock straining against his abs while you go to the kitchen to microwave the donuts until they're warm

and all the while he’s whining impatiently, “baaaaabe, come back” over and over again

when he hears your footsteps enter the room you see his cock twitch in anticipation

and it twitches again when he hears your mischievous giggle

“alright, jakey, no touching, okay? put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpers but does what you ask of him

and then you take his cock in your mouth, deepthroating him easily thanks to the countless times you've given him head over the years

he’s still whimpering, now with the addition of bucking his hips up trying to fuck your face even if you’re pushing him back down gently

you come off his cock with a pop! and reach for the box of donuts, pulling out a glazed ring and giggling to yourself again before sliding it onto his cock

“uh, babe? what’s that?”

“nothing, jakey, don’t worry about it,” you answer. “just a little treat for both of us. how does it feel?”

“warm… and sticky… kinda like you…”

“good.”

when he cries out that he’s about to cum

you stop sucking and use your sticky hand to jerk him off while you tongue at his balls

and jake cums all over your hand and it drips down onto the donut

you’re just as much of a freak as he is and you decide to eat it

with all the squirming he’s been doing, the blindfold falls off as you’re eating the donut

and he watches with his jaw practically on the floor as you do

you show him your empty mouth after you’re done: "look baby, all clean!"

his cock perks up again at the sight of you so happy, tummy full of sugar and his cum

sunghoon

he was fucking around trying to make popsicles and instead of being normal

he froze strawberries in WATER thinking that was a good idea

and you’re so annoyed with him bc wdym he froze your expensive japanese strawberries in water

he’s like “baby, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” but you're just giving him the cold shoulder…

until he says he’ll make it up to you, which has you intrigued

because sunghoon has some very interesting ways of apologizing

of course he knows how to say sorry

verbally

but also with his cock, among other things he uses to make you feel good

this time it’s the fucking strawberry-water popsicle, with the promise that he won’t let your precious strawberries go to waste

he gets you spread open on the bed, teasing your cunt with the popsicle

you shiver at the contact, feeling it already start to thaw against your heated skin

you watch him with lust-filled eyes as he brings the popsicle to his mouth and suck on it, his pretty pink lips forming a perfect pout

and then

“fuck, hoonie!” you cry out as he nudges the tip of the popsicle into your waiting hole

he gives you a moment to adjust before he starts to fuck it into you, the coldness of the popsicle contrasting with the absolute heat rushing through your gummy, slick walls

“i’m really sorry, baby,” he says again

you literally couldn’t give less of a fuck about the strawberries at this point but you might as well use your earlier annoyance with him to your advantage

“want your cock, too, hoonie…”

he’s in no position to make you beg for it as he usually does

so he gives it to you, fucking you slow and deep for a few strokes before switching back to the popsicle

alternating between his warm skin and the melting ice has you close to the edge

but what makes you cum is when

he pulls the popsicle out of you and replaces it with his cock, thrusting into you down to the hilt while he takes a bite out of one of the strawberries

“mm,” he coos. “tastes way better like this, baby. wanna try?”

jungwon

having an innocent boyfriend has its perks

one of them being that he’s willing to try literally everything

so when you walk into the bedroom with a couple towels and a bottle of chocolate syrup

his eyeballs practically jump out of his head he’s so fucking excited

like what do you mean he gets to have his pretty girlfriend naked on the bed while he plays with her

he’s going to have wet dreams about this for weeks

but that’s for a different post, not this one

anyways

he straddles your waist and experimentally drips some syrup onto your tits

he’s learned to be a tease after being with you for some time now

so he completely skips your nipples, much to your dismay

they're hard and in his face so it's hard for him to not pay attention to them when he licks off the chocolate from your tits

you whine impatiently and he laughs under his breath before he indulges you

because he’s weak for you

and he spends what feels like hours just licking and sucking and biting at your nipples

moaning at the taste of the chocolate

moaning because your tits are in his mouth

moaning as his cock gets some friction against your smooth skin

you fucking cum just from him playing with your tits so passionately and intensely

like he is paying attention to them like he’s never seen them before in his life

and then just when you think he can’t surprise you any more

he cums, too

all over your stomach and underneath your tits

he rubs his cum on your nipples and licks it off with more chocolate syrup

neither of you can speak and the room is hot hot hot

and sticky

and honestly you should have known that your boyfriend had a little bit of a possessive streak when it comes to you

you’re hot as fuck and he wonders every day how he bagged you

regardless it makes your eyes roll back into your head when you manage to read what he’s written with his finger in a mix of chocolate syrup and his cum

right over your neglected cunt

property of yang jungwon.

sunoo

you're not as much of a sweets person as he is

but you love your boyfriend nonetheless

and you always want to indulge him no matter what

even if it includes him laying on you and getting the sugar dust of his gummy peach rings all over your skin

because, come on, you enjoy when he licks it off you

he always gets carried away

and blames it on the sugar high

but really he’s just horny

this time is no different

he has the neckline of your tank top pulled down to expose your tits to the cold room air

your nipples harden in excitement

and also to the sudden change in temperature

but mostly you’re excited because you love when he gets like this

it’s not very often when he’s catering to you and not the other way around

after all, your sunny baby is the brat in the relationship

moving on

you watch him intently as he sucks off the sugar from a peach ring

and then

places it over your nipple before admiring his work

it confuses you for a second and you almost get annoyed at him for making a sticky mess of you and not doing anything

both on your tits and in your panties

you look at him like ???

and he just fucking winks at you before ducking his head down to your tit

laving his tongue over your nipple, swirling it around the piece of candy and moaning

the vibration makes your back arch, pushing your tits even more into his face

he grabs your tit with his hand and squeezes it

and you don't notice until later but he uses his other hand to get his cock out

and push it inside you

cockwarming while he sucks on your sugar-coated nipples

moaning when you clench around him

which, in turn, makes you moan even louder

“you’re so sweet, lovely. just like candy.”

taglist: @karinasbaby @enha-stars @intromortal @heeslomll @venomhee @heeheeswifey

[its-time-to-write]

Hi, first off I want to say that I love your writing. It always makes me smile 🙃🙃.

As for my request, I was wondering if you could please write about Jamie soft launching your relationship on Insta and starting to bring it up in the press. You haven’t met the boys and they are trying to figure out who it is based on his comments and Insta posts. (I may have a Pinterest board with soft launch ideas so…use the screen shots on my page as u wish).

If you don’t have time to write this then no worries. Have a nice day!!!!!!!!!

🫲😇🫱

I listened to “Not All Those Who Wander,” by Miss Lana the whole time I wrote this. 10/10 recommend

it’s just wanderlust

“You’re gonna want to hold off on touching me,” you say as you haul your bags into the house. “Kid fuckin’ spit all over me today and I didn’t even have time to change.”

Jamie wrinkles his nose and takes a step back. “Ew. Fucking gross, that. Is that why you were late coming home?”

You nod, shucking your shoes by the stairs. “Uh huh. Had to talk to the parents post-session. Do a little debrief thing. Thing is, they swore their little angel would never do something like that and next time I should just give him what he wants. Only problem,” you continue as you wash your hands in the kitchen sink, “is that my entire job is not giving him what he wants when he’s displaying inappropriate behaviors. I love that kid, I really do, but his parents are complete twats.”

Jamie nods agreeably. “Was it like projectile or spray?” 

You grimace. “Both. Kid’s got mean aim, but decided to switch it up to cover more surface area.”

You look over at the table, which is set neatly. “I know dinner’s ready and I’m already late, but I really need a shower. I can feel like three inches of grime on my skin.”

“Don’t worry about it babe,” Jamie says. “Takeaway reheats easy.” He hesitates for a moment. “Did you want to shower alone, or..?”

You laugh. Cheeky fucker. 

“Give me three minutes to scrub really well, and then you’re welcome in. You sure you’re good eating late?”

Jamie grins. “Babe, I-”

“Don’t.” You cut him off, finger pointed at him. “Don’t say it. I know where you’re going, and you don’t need to finish that sentence.”

Jamie opens his mouth again but you’re interrupting before he can get his next sentence out. “And if you’re about to make a pun with the word ‘finish,’ I can guarantee it’s nothing you haven’t said before.”

Jamie looks dejected, but his ego obviously isn’t bruised too much because he’s still is on your heels the whole way up the stairs. 

—

You’re showered and back downstairs, the both of you eating dinner in pajamas like proper adults, if proper adults decided that they were allowed to sit on the counter in Jamie’s kitchen. You’re not saying much, just swapping stories about each other’s day. It’s never a dull moment between his time at Nelson Road and your time at the behavioral clinic. 

“Who do you think sees the grossest shit?” you had asked one time. 

“Oh fuck love, it’s gotta be you,” came Jamie’s response. 

“You sure? Because you have like, gross men and stuff. Half of them don’t even know how to do their own laundry.”

Jamie had laughed. “I’m fucking sure. Yeah they smell nasty and shit but like, they’re traumatized by some of the shit you have to deal with.”

He’s got a point. 

Neither of you have a whole bunch to say though, and anyway it’s nice to be in a house that’s quiet. 

Jamie’s the one to break the silence. “What if we started telling people about us?”

You give him a look so he hurries on. “I know you said you weren’t ready, especially with all the press and everything, but what if we just like soft-launched it? Y’know, take a couple photos without seeing your face.”

You chew your dinner thoughtfully. Is this a good time to start carefully introducing your relationship to the world? You’re indispensable to your company, although they may decide to place a higher value on their anonymity than what you bring to the table. It’s not easy providing behavioral therapy to clients who prefer their children to remain unknown. But at the same time, you can’t keep quiet forever. It’s not fair to Jamie. It’s like you’re saying this is only temporary. I’m keeping it a secret because it won’t last so it’s not worth sharing. It’s not true. Jamie is worth sharing, and you have the tiniest spark of hope that this thing you’ve kept going for the past six months is going to last.

Well, maybe not so much a spark of hope as a sneaking suspicion. The kind you feel as a kid when your parents swear they didn’t get you want you wanted for Christmas, but you have the vaguest sense that they’re lying. You don’t want to hope, because what if you’re wrong, but then again, there’s a part of you that can just feel it. 

You’ve been silent for far too long because Jamie says, “Babe? If you don’t want to, it’s ok,” except you can see in his face it isn’t entirely ok.

“I was just thinking,” you reply. “I think- I think I’m good with it. You know, letting people know you’re off the market. Plus it’ll be fun to take more pictures together, My mum keeps bugging me for more.”

Jamie grins. “Mint. The lads are gonna be so fucking psyched.”

—

Ah yes. The lads. Or as they’re better known, the AFC Richmond team. It hasn’t been easy sneaking around them, especially because Ted seemed to Know. Jamie came home one day all spooked because he swore Ted knew he was dating someone.

“Stared straight into me soul, he did,” he said. “Fuckin’ told me he’s surprised I haven’t found a girl yet.”

“That doesn’t sound suspicious, Jaim,” you reply, to which Jamie shakes his head vehemently. 

“You weren’t there, that’s what he said, but he meant somethin’ else. He fucking knows.”

You’d laughed and told him it was fine, even if Ted did know, you didn’t mind. 

After that encounter, there had been vague rumblings that maybe Jamie did have a girl somewhere, or possibly several girls at one time, which prompted a very serious conversation with Isaac and Sam.

“Jamie, you have said that you have changed. You are acting like a better teammate. And yet, dating more than one girl at a time is just wrong,” Sam told him.

“That shit’s sleazy, bruv,” Isaac said. “You can’t be playing around like that.”

So they had gotten Jamie to admit that no, there weren’t multiple girls, just one girl who he had met at a café of all places because he was cheating on his meal plan and she was trying to finish some assessments for work.

You wanted privacy and of course you knew exactly who he was the moment he walked up to your table and said, “hey,” so yeah, it was never going to be easy.

But the way you had wavered ever so slightly when he asked you to dinner was enough to make him realize that this was going to be something different. Something real. Because if the allure of dating national football star Jamie Tartt wasn’t enough for an automatic yes, you must be looking for something deeper. 

Jamie wasn’t sure he was looking for that, but hell he’d give it a go if it meant he got to kiss those soft lips even one time.

So fuck him, he’d fallen for a pretty face in a café on a fucking Sunday and now he has to go home and tell you that people know you exist. That a little bit of your privacy bubble has burst.

You didn’t really care though. You’d been pondering the ethics of a secret relationship for a good long while, so maybe it was good that his teammates knew you existed. 

That was a month before Jamie broached the subject of the soft-launch, so you think maybe you can ease into this. It’ll be fine.

—

The first picture is relatively easy. Just a regular mirror pic, cropped of course, with Jamie’s arms wrapped around you from behind. It’s easy to tell it’s him because his tattoo sleeve is in full view. The caption reads, “soft launch,” with a heart emoji.

The like count is through the roof.

You like it too, because what notice will your account garner in a sea of Jamie Tartt fans?

The Greyhounds lose their minds a little bit, commenting fire emojis and heart eyes and trying to figure out who could possibly be there with Jamie. He comes home after training that day to tell you that there’s a rather convincing conspiracy that he’s dating this famous model they’re all obsessed with.

You’re flattered they think you look like her. Even if they can only see your arms and torso.

“This is gonna be fun, babe,” you say, standing on tiptoes for a kiss. Jamie grins. Anything to torture his team.

—

The second picture is posted two days later, with the caption, “date night.”

You’re sitting at his dining room table, candles and wine glasses strewn about, and Jamie’s kissing you at an angle where you can really only see your hair.

For fun, you comment, “omg, I wish that were me.” Richard Montlaur responds to it, “omg same,” so you show Jamie. He rolls his eyes. 

“Lad thinks he’s funny, don’t he?” he asks.

You grin. “You’d never leave me for Richard, would you?”

Jamie shrugs. “Dunno babe, he is kind of fit.”

You smack his arm playfully and say, “Fuck off, I’m better looking.”

—

You’re almost caught before the big reveal. You’re on a coffee date in a small town, miles from Richmond or Manchester or anywhere Jamie could be easily recognized. It’s a sleepy town, mostly old people, which is why you both decided it’d be safe.

You’re sitting at a table with your coffee while Jamie’s up to grab his, when you see someone go up to him and tap his shoulder.

“Jamie? What are you doing here?” Sam asks.

Jamie jumps a little and places to where you’re sitting before he can stop himself. 

“Oh, um, just getting coffee. You know.”

Sam gives him a quizzical look. “Do you know someone here? This isn’t close to home at all. Are you meeting someone?”

Sam glances around the room and Jamie’s grateful that his gaze does not linger extra long on you. 

Jamie decides the best way to answer is to deflect. “Oi, what’re you doing here? It’s not like this place is fucking famous or some shit.”

Sam shrugs. “I like to try a different coffee shop every weekend. Sometimes I bring Dani, but after last time, I think I’ll have to find someone else.”

Jamie risks a glance at you. You’re hiding behind your latte, suppressing a grin. He’s positive you can hear every word they’re saying.

Sam’s voice breaks through his thoughts. “Would you like to sit with me? It looks like there’s only one table left. Unless your mystery girlfriend is here.”

He laughs and Jamie joins in, just a little too loudly, but he can’t think of an excuse to join you at the table so he follows Sam and tries to send you a subtle I’m sorry with his eyes.

You pull out your phone and send him two laughing emojis, then reach into your bag for your book. Might as well get some reading done.

You let Jamie sit for a good half hour before you decide to do something. You put your things back into your bag and walk over to where they’re sitting.

“Hi, um, I’m sorry to bother you, but are you Sam Obisanya? I’m a huge Richmond fan.”

Sam grins at being recognized, while Jamie lets out a small, “Oi!”

“Oh yes, wonderful to meet a fan! I’m just here with my friend.”

You smile and say, “I just wanted to let you know that you played so well last game. I think you’re the best player on the whole team.”

Jamie snorts and Sam says, “Would you like to take a picture? My friend here would be happy to take it for you.”

Score. “That would be awesome!” you reply. “Then I’ll get out of your way. Don’t want to interrupt your coffee.”

—

“Can’t believe you just did that,” Jamie says, shaking his head mournfully another half hour later. “Fucking acting like you didn’t know who I was. Any self-respecting Richmond fan knows who I am.”

You knock into his shoulder lightly as you walk to the car. “Lucky for your ego, I was just acting. And anyway, I’m hilarious. That’s like, my number one quality.”

“Number two,” Jamie interjects, “It’s your number two quality.”

You ask, “Number two? What’s number one??”

Jamie zips his lips. “I ain’t tellin’, babe. Not good for your ego.”

You giggle as he grabs your waist so he can press a kiss to your neck.

—

Posts three and four go off without a hitch. There’s one of his hand on your knee and a timer picture of you twirling under a streetlamp. You both decide that as far as social media goes, this is as much as they’re going to get. But as far as AFC Richmond goes…

“Babe, you left your phone in the car,” you say as you stroll into the locker room casually as ever.

Jamie takes it from your hand and kisses you before he says, “Thanks babe.”

The locker room is silent, frozen. Colin’s body spray slips from his hand and clatters to the floor, and Beard’s just standing and pointing with his mouth open. 

Roy breaks the silence as he growls, “What the fuck?”

“Oh my god,” Sam follows. “You’re the girl from the coffee shop.”

You grin and say, “Guilty.”

Jamie wraps his arm around your waist. “Lads, this is my girl. Babe, these are the lads.”

There’s silence for a moment longer before the room explodes into a flurry of questions. Neither you nor Jamie can get a word in until Beard yells, “QUIET! Don’t be fuckin’ weird!” 

They all mumble, “Sorry coach,” while Jamie whispers, “You can go if you want. I know you’ve got work and shit. I’ll handle them.”

You squeeze his arm gratefully and slip out the door. You know he’ll take care of things.

[bettyfrommars]

I'm on Fire

Part 14: The Drama You've Been Craving

summary: this chapter is sexy and intense! You and Eddie both have obsessive exes on your heels just as the entire Coffin Kings MC is given a reason to take down Craig. You and Eddie are glued at the hip until work and life split you apart and you realize you aren't as safe as you thought. Steve takes his new benefactress to a wedding, but you and Robin show up to warn him--even though it might be too late. wc: 10.3K

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18+ONLY, mature themes, smut, angst, mention of a consensual bdsm relationship, typical series violence, a stalker, high speed chase, a death, mention of sex with someone other than reader, reader is threatened, everyone is a possible target.

authors note: I want some things to be a surprise, but if you've been following this story---you know the vibe to expect. That being said, this chapter and the next are VERY fast paced, full of angst, tension, and a sense of everyone on edge. If this is not your thing, I totally understand. This story started out as a tow truck driver who just happened to be in a Motorcycle Club, but it has morphed into a full-blown biker drama. A new character is introduced at The Velvet Hammer who will be Steve's love interest in a side fic I'm working on! I love you, enjoy the ride ❤️

"You feed it once, and now it stays

Now, it stays

You tear me open but beware

There's things inside without a care

And the dirt still stains me."

-- Until it Sleeps, Metallica

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Eddie stayed with you that night, knowing that Craig had broken into your place, and Katie went to be with Robin, so the two of you had the duplex to yourselves. Eddie put the deadbolt on both of the doors and blocked under the doorknob with kitchen chairs, and then the two of you took a shower together. He soaped your back with care, and it wasn’t long before you felt both of his hands at your hips as his hard length rocked back and forth along your slit from behind.

“Again?” You gave him a glance over your shoulder, a bit in disbelief. This would be the fourth time in less than two hours.

“You’re right,” he mumbled, continuing to saw his hips slowly while the water sprayed and the steam rose. “I should stop, huh?” He wrapped an arm around your throat and pulled you back to suck your earlobe into his mouth while his other hand found your clit.

“You’re a maniac,” the last word was a gasp as his tongue twirled in your ear and your hand skidded down the wet tile wall.

You were so stressed about Craig, and letting Eddie fuck you senseless was the only thing that gave you a bit of relief. The orgasms wiped your mind clean, if only for a few moments, and you wondered how many he could give you before the night was over and you could succumb to sleep. Craig was always there, in the back of your mind now, creeping around your place, stalking your house from across the street---god forbid he was stalking your friends.

Just as Eddie had you bent forward to slide his tip in, and you begged for him to go deeper, the phone rang.

“Shit,” Eddie hissed. The shower stream blasted against his neck, dripping down his nose and hair as he watched his cock stretch you out.

Your eyes shot open and you stiffened. “Wait, I need to get that,” you straightened, reluctantly forcing his cock to pop out.

On any other day, under any other circumstances, Eddie would have coaxed you to ignore it, but the current Craig situation had everyone on edge. His nerves were fried with how bad he wanted to hammer the nails into your stalker’s coffin, but he was doing all he could to remain calm for you. He didn’t want you to see him frazzled and amped up and storming through town kicking down doors like he wanted to.

Plus, he also didn’t want to let you out of his sight.

Eddie swatted your bare butt as you stepped out onto the mat and pulled a towel around you.

“Hey,” he yelled as he finished washing your conditioner out of his hair. “That ass is mine.”

“Sure, sure,” you mumbled, snorting at his constant eagerness. Your feet made wet imprints on the carpet as you crossed over to the phone on the nightstand by your bed.

Eddie was just about to ask if he should turn the water off or if you were getting back in when he heard your voice crack. “Baby? It’s for you.”

Eddie jerked the lavender curtain back and wiped his eyes. Your face was pinched with worry, your legs still dripping wet below the towel.

“Who is it? Steve?” But then his stomach dropped as he asked it, knowing it was something bad just by the look on your face.

You shook your head. “I didn’t catch her name, but she’s really upset,” you came in close to whisper to him as he turned the shower off, your eyes searching his.

“She said that someone named Jester was just murdered.”

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Eddie sat down on the couch with a huff and bent over to tie his boots furiously, hair dripping wet, heart racing with adrenaline.

Goddamn it, Jester, Eddie murmured under his breath. He should’ve called Eddie, he should’ve waited, like Eddie fucking asked him to. Shari said the guy at her motel matched the description of Craig, and Jester went over there to check it out; two hours later, his Coffin King brother was found in the parking lot with a broken neck. Jester was just a kid, barely 23, and he’d just patched over from being a Prospect only a few months ago.

Fuck, Eddie was pissed. The anger pumped so hot in his veins that he had to shake his head a few times so that he could see straight.

You were dressed now, but haphazardly so; your tee shirt was on inside out and the first pair of sweats you pulled out of the drawer had a blue paint stain on the thigh. You were biting your pinky nail down to the quick as you stood back against the kitchen island watching Eddie. You knew Craig had something to do with this---you knew it in the depths of your soul---but Eddie wouldn’t tell you any of the details. He said he needed to go down and check it out for himself.

He said he’d be right back.

He told you to keep everything locked and lodge the chair under the door when he left.

But you didn’t want to let him out of your sight, not with your maniac ex on the loose. You weren’t even worried about yourself, you were more concerned with Eddie riding out there in the dark to the motel all alone. 

You’d met Jester once; his real name was Aaron, and he was young but he was big and strong, and one of the guys who ran the fights said he had the skill to be the next War Machine.

“Should you call Hopper?” You watched him lace his other boot while you gnawed another nail off.

Eddie frowned. “What the hell is he going to do about it?” He spat. “Besides, he’s probably already down there, making shit harder for me.”

“You think it was Craig, don’t you? The one who murdered Jester?”

Eddie took a long breath and sat there bent over for a second, eyes on the carpet. “I don’t know anything right now baby, that’s why I need to---”

You bent down to put your shoes on.

“Hey, I told you to wait here, please,” Eddie stood up, adjusted his belt and wallet chain, and came over to take you by the shoulders. You tried to shrug away, but he found your eyes, grabbing you by the chin so you would look at him. Piece of hair were sticking to his cheeks, still wet from the shower.“I don’t know what I’ll be rolling up on down there. I can’t risk it being a situation where you might get hurt.”

Your eyes were hot with defiant tears. “Well, what if this was just a ploy so you would leave me here alone, did you ever think of that? Hmm? These chairs blocking the doors are cute, but they won’t stop him, I think you know that.”

Fuck, he hadn’t thought of that. Eddie’s blood rage was making him sloppy; he had to get his head on straight.

You could tell that your words had nudged him and the gears in his head were clicking in your favor.

You continued to pull the bill up on your converse to slide your foot in. “Like you said, the cops will be there, and probably a bunch of other people rubbernecking, and he’s not going to do anything out in the open, even if he does see me.” You squatted down to tie them as quickly as you could.

You stood up, breathless, and swallowed hard. “I’m not staying here like live bait. If you leave without me, I’ll get in my car and follow.”

Eddie’s nostrils flared, assessing you from under hooded eyes, but in the end—-he knew you were right.  You snatched your helmet from the dresser in your bedroom and went out to straddle your man on the bike like a pro as it yielded to your weight.  Eddie smiled a little to himself as you adjusted  yourself behind him, remembering how shy you’d been about riding in the beginning.   With your arms secure around him and your chin pinned at his shoulder, the bike growled out onto the main road from the street.  You glanced around in the bushes on the sidewalk, expecting to see Craig’s face looming in the shadows.

—---------

The police had the area between the motel and the gas station taped off, protecting the crime scene, and Jester’s body was gone, but his bike was still there by the gas station, tipped over onto his side, his helmet was a few feet away.  There were 3 patrol cars, the Sheriff’s bronco, and an ambulance, plus a crowd of people from the motel, and one woman was crying while the other one held her.  A few of the Coffin Kings including the patch President Bones, and Thumper were already there, hanging back, arms crossed, wondering who would do this, and how they could find him before the police did. 

You checked around, squinting into the crowd as you dismounted the bike.  Eddie opened his hand for you to pass him your helmet once you took it off.  

Hopper waved off one of the other officers and approached Eddie right away, removing his hat to slick back his hair as he strolled over.  

“Eddie,” he nodded.

“Hop,” Eddie returned. He called you his “old lady” when he introduced you, which made your smile twitch up in a weird way, having never been referred to as that before.  It sounded like an insult, but apparently it meant that you were his pride and joy.

Hopper got Eddie up to speed on what they knew, which was almost nothing.  Jester was found face down on the pavement with a broken neck, legs trapped under his bike.   His girlfriend Shari who worked at the motel is the one who found him, and she didn’t see or hear anything unusual during the time when it happened.  Of course they’d questioned her as if she had something to do with it, which was ridiculous since Shari was maybe 90 pounds soaking wet.

You were doing a spin around in a circle to take everything in when your eyes landed with a screeching halt on the hunter green SUV parked in front of room 11 on the far side of the lot.  A squeak escaped your throat and you stumbled back against Eddie.  Was he inside the room watching you right now? 

Hopper raised his eyebrow at Eddie. “Any issues with retaliation that I should know about? Has Jester had beef with anyone lately?”

Eddie lifted his chin, bracing his hands at his hips.  Hopper knew damn well that, even if this had to do with a rival gang, Eddie sure as hell wouldn’t talk about it to the cops.  He’d take care of it in his own way, which was exactly what needed to happen in this case.

There was usually some polite banter between the two of them, but the mood that evening was much too somber.  

“What about people staying at the motel?” You blurted.  “Have they been questioned yet?”

Eddie curled his arm around you and pulled you closer, almost as if to shut you up, but Hopper paused to meet your gaze. The only people staying at the motel that night were a husband and wife with their newborn, an elderly couple on their way to visit grandkids, a business woman representing Mary Kay cosmetics, and a highly decorated war veteran who had been injured in the line of duty.  The vet was on his way home from a conference in Pennsylvania—Hopper had yet to confirm this, but nothing about the guy felt concerning.  

“You think someone staying at the motel wanted to kill Jester?” His tone had an edge of mocking, but he was also genuinely curious why you would ask that.

Eddie squeezed you tighter, silently reminding you not to share too much with the police.

“Well I—” you stammered, checking over your shoulder at the SUV, and then back up to Eddie. “I was wondering if there were any witnesses, that’s all.”

Hopper nodded.  “We’ll be checking with all of them early in the morning, but my guess is they were asleep.  Whoever did this was quick and sneaky.”

That description made a shiver run down your spine.  Even as you stood there in a crowd, you could feel an imaginary blade slice across  your throat.  

Hopper was good at his job, but he was letting himself be blinded by the people Jester chose to associate himself with.  You run with a ruthless MC, you get hurt, that’s a given.  

Hopper questioned Shari, but she also knew not to talk to the police, and kept quiet about the way Jester came there to keep an eye on the creepy guy in room 11.  She told Bones, though, and the second Hopper strolled off, you pulled Eddie aside.

“Look,” you motioned with your head to the SUV across the parking lot.

Eddie rolled his bottom lip through his teeth, checking to make sure Hopper was far enough away.  “I saw it, baby,” he grabbed the back of your neck and massaged it.  He worked his jaw as he stared at the motel room in question, hoping that fucker was peeking through the curtains and could see him holding onto you.  If the place wasn’t crawling with pigs, he’d kick the door down right then and there.  

Steve rolled into the lot on his chopper and gave a two-finger wave to Bones and the rest before making his way to a halt near you and Eddie.  He had clear, utility glasses on to keep the bugs out of his eyes when he rode at night, and he pushed them up into his messy hair as he dismounted.  He wasn’t wearing his helmet, which was an illegal and risky thing to do right in front of law enforcement—but Steve was notorious for making up his own rules.  

There were also two mean looking hickeys on his neck. Even mixed in with his tattoos, they were hard to miss.

“Looks like you’ve been busy,” Eddie raised an eyebrow at the aggressively bruised mouth bites. One was positioned dead-center on his adam’s apple.  Something about them felt familiar to Eddie, but he shrugged it off.  

Steve reached into the front pocket of his cut for his lighter and smokes, popping one in his mouth.  “What did I miss?”

Eddie filled him in on Jester getting whacked, and Steve blew smoke out of his nose, thoughtfully, his brows knitting together.  

“Bones wants to take it to the table,” Eddie told him, meaning their MC would get together at the clubhouse at Munson’s Garage and discuss what they wanted to do.  His eyes lingered on room 11 again. “But I want to take care of this guy myself.  It’s personal.”

“If it’s personal for you, it’s personal for me,” Steve told him, letting Eddie know he had his back, even though he had no idea about the gravity of the situation and who Craig actually was. 

You sniffed the air.  “Hold on,” you stepped closer to Steve, taking another long whiff.  He exchanged a curious look with Eddie over your shoulder.  “Is that Chanel number 5 I smell?”

Steve lifted the collar of his white tee to his nose.  “Um, I dunno. Maybe.  I guess?”

“Expensive taste,” Eddie mumbled, and another cog clicked in his brain, another piece falling into a puzzle that he didn’t know he needed to solve.  He was about to open his mouth, to ask Steve where he had been—but then he remembered that who his friend was fucking was none of his business.  There were plenty of wealthy, horny women in the area who wore Chanel number 5 and gave aggressive hickeys.  He was sure of it.

You stayed very close to Eddie and Steve as they walked over to get as close as they could to where the body had been, so much so that you tripped over the back of Steve’s heels twice, and he teasingly asked if you were drunk.  “No, but I wish,” you admitted, constantly looking over your shoulder at the motel.  You kept expecting Craig to appear, to step out of his room with his hands in his pockets and a smug look on his face, enjoying the chaos he caused.  

Eddie made a point to ask for Jester’s cut-off leather vest, with the Coffin Kings insignia on the back and his nickname patched on the front.  Eddie folded it with great reverence, knowing they would give it to his mother at the funeral.  Eddie also wanted to talk with Shari, but now was not the time to interrogate her.

Hopper told everyone to disperse, including the group of Coffin Kings that were lingering, but none of them were going far.  As much as they weren’t afraid of the law, they also had to pretend to abide by it from time to time so that they weren’t getting their feathers ruffled constantly and thrown in jail over stupid shit.  

They positioned two of the Prospects across the street in the park with a clear view of the motel. After what happened to Jester, they weren’t taking any chances with snoozing on the job, and both were packing serious, illegal heat.  

You asked Steve how Oliver was while Bones clapped a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.  The man was average height, but all gray, with a bandana on his head, and a thick mustache; he reminded you of Sam Elliott.

“You think this is the guy? The one stalking your old lady?”  Bones’ already gruff voice was accentuated by years of smoking. 

Eddie’s gaze flicked to one of the patrol cruisers that was leaving the scene, and he nodded. “This one is mine, brother. I need this.”

“We all need it,” Bones agreed, gripping Eddie’s shoulder.  He leaned in, “If you want to drag that guy out of there right now, we’re with you.”

“No,” Eddie appreciated the offer but, “I want to catch him on the move, away from all of this protection,” he added, hitching his chin in the direction of the police.  “I can’t risk us getting locked up while he roams free.”

Eddie also didn’t trust the Prospects to keep a close enough eye on him, so he planned to take you to Steve’s and come back; there was no way he’d be able to sleep knowing Craig would be up and about in a few hours.  

But you weren’t so crazy about that idea.  Sure, you’d stay the night at Steve and Robin’s if that made him feel better to know you were all in one place, but Eddie needed to stay with you.

Robin and Oliver were asleep, and Steve was in the shower washing off his Chanel number 5 when Eddie shut the door to Steve’s bedroom so you could talk.  Steve’s room was little else than a tv, a dresser, and a futon sofa that folded out into a bed.  There was a chair next to the window and an ashtray full of cigarette butts on the sill.  He usually slept in the extra twin bed in Oliver’s room down the hall, though, and that is where he would be that night so that you and Eddie could have the futon.  You knew that not much talking needed to be involved to get him to stay and you quickly dropped to your knees, working his belt off and unzipping his jeans.

“Wait, baby, I—” Eddie began to protest but by then you’d already pulled the top of his boxers down and were wrapping your soft lips around the head of his cock.  “---oh fuck that feels good,” he whispered, dropping the back of his head to the wall.

You kissed down the smooth shaft and felt it grow against your lips, and then swirled your tongue around the head again, knowing by the sounds he was making that you had him right where you wanted him.

“Stay here with me baby,” you coaxed, gripping his cock in your fist, lapping at it with your tongue a few times like it was an ice cream cone, looking up at him.  “I need you.”

He put a hand on the back of your head and pushed his hips forward ever so slightly, so the tip made its way to the back of your throat.  It was growing to full-size fast, and you made a humming noise, vibrating on it while you caressed his balls through his boxers.

“Shit, oh fuck, I love it when you do that,” he breathed.  God, he loved watching how well you took care of him, especially the way a string of saliva would stretch out between your mouth and his tip when you pulled back; your mouth was so wet for him.

“Mhmmm,” you nodded.  His tip was already leaking, and you pulled his boxers down further to take one of his balls into your mouth before coming back up to lick the drops clean.

There were a handful of times when Eddie let you give him head from start to finish, but more often than not—he always wanted to finish inside of you.  It wasn’t a breeding thing, it was more of a “I need to be as close to you as I possibly can” kind of thing, and his balls ached for it.

After making sure the door was locked, speaking exclusively in hushed whispers, it wasn’t long before you were both naked and Eddie had you on the bed with your legs straight up over his shoulders.  He ran his cock along your slippery slit, and then he tapped your hole with the head a few times, like a vow.  He braced his hands at your hips and sank in, making you both bite back a cry of pleasure.  He pounded you with fierce urgency before slowing it down to long strokes, turning his face to kiss your leg.  The open futon had the cushion of a cement block, and so there were no pesky springs or hinges to make curious noises.

“I’m so full baby,” you whined. “You’re so deep.”

“Fuck,” he bottomed out a few more times, clapping his hips against you.  You heard the shower across the hall turn off and worried that Steve might catch the wet smacking noises.

There were no lights on in the room, but enough illumination from outside for Eddie to be able to watch himself slide in and out of you, growling low as he did so, loving how the skin of his cock glistened with your arousal.  

You were swiping at your clit with the pads of your fingers, and your hand sped up when he started fucking you hard again. You met his eyes, your brows knitting together.  “Oh fuck Eddie…just like that.” 

Eddie knew that, if you said you liked something, that was not time to switch things up, and he ached to hear you get loud.

“That’s my girl,” he hissed.  “Cum on my cock baby, I want you to cum so fucking hard, oh shit—” he could feel his own release mounting as your walls rippled around him.  His strong fingers dug into your thigh as his thrusts became erratic, long hair hanging down his strong, tattooed shoulders and chest. 

You arched up, mouth opening only to mouth a curse word as you felt Eddie buck and release inside of you, biting his lip so hard it almost bled as he moaned deep in his throat. Your cunt milked his dick as you came, twitching, breathing hard from the adrenaline rush of trying to keep quiet.

The bathroom door opened, there was the sound of footsteps in the hall, and then a knock at your door.  You mirrored Eddie’s wide eyes, and then he pulled out of you, reluctantly, semi-hard cock bobbing in the air, and stepped into his jeans while you covered yourself with the Harley Davidson blanket.

Before Eddie could get his jeans zipped, Steve tried the doorknob. “Yo, the bathroom is free,” he let you both know, as any roommate would if there were only one shower and toilet in the house.  

“Thanks man,” Eddie paused, waiting, wondering if that was it.

But Steve rapped his knuckles softly on the wood again.  “Let me in for a second, dude, I gotta get something out of my closet.”

Eddie shot a look back at you, as if to make sure you were covered up, while simultaneously wondering if he wanted Steve to see that you were obviously naked under his blanket.  He adjusted his cock in his denim and reached out to pluck the lock open on the knob.

“Took you long enough,” Steve blew in with a Snoopy towel around his waist, exposing the wash of colorful tattoos covering his torso that you’d never seen before.  He had “FTW” inked in big letters in an arc over his stomach, and after consulting with Eddie later, you learned it stood for “fuck the world”.  Your eyes also landed on Oliver’s name tattooed over his heart.  He usually slicked his hair back, so this was the first time you ever saw it so messy and wild.

Steve slid the closet door open, yanked something off a wire hanger, and was about to walk back out the door when he stopped and turned on his heel to give you both a wiggle of his eyebrows.  “Hold up—did I interrupt something?”

Eddie didn’t say anything, he just blinked a few times, and you plastered a tight smile across your face that made your cheeks squeak.  

“If you need me to stay, I could—” Steve teased, offering a few exaggerated winks.

“Get the fuck out,” Eddie pushed his shoulder, snorting a muffled laugh as he did so.

—-----------

Earlier that evening, when you and Eddie showed up at the crime scene near the motel—-Craig was not in his room.  He hadn’t been there for almost two hours, since he killed Jester.  He got out through the window in the bathroom, and that poor kid never saw it coming.  After that, he hotwired a car from the grocery store parking lot a few blocks away and waited across the street, in plain sight, watching the whole thing. He gritted his teeth and mumbled under his breath when Eddie put his arm around you, and when you left together—he followed.  

He already knew where your friends Steve and Robin lived, and it was not a shocker that your biker boyfriend took you there. You didn’t need protection from Craig, though, you needed protection from the world, and metalhead scum like Eddie Musnon.  He knew you would thank him one day, for finding you and bringing you back to your senses.

It took him a while to figure out the exact spot where you would be in the house, but once he did, he found that the window was cracked open, like a gift.  He hadn’t expected the sounds of you getting fucked to turn him on, but the way you whimpered…oh god…those noises you made.  He put his head against the side of the house, closed his eyes, and pretended it was his cock inside of you.  He came into the bushes, mumbling your name with the additional, “you fucking bitch, you fucking whore” before adjusting himself and making his way back to the motel.

—-------

The next morning, Craig’s vehicle was still there, and it didn’t appear like the guy had even moved a muscle or pulled back a curtain.  

At around 8:00, the two Prospects stationed on watch across the street got a phone call from the payphone on the corner.  It was Bones, letting them know they were both needed down at the abandoned steel mill.

Both were tired of waiting, but Van, the one who’d answered the phone, couldn’t mount his bike fast enough, while Devlin worked through some internal struggle.

“Hold on,” Devlin said, taking a second to absorb what Van just told him.  Both had long hair tied back in ponytails, each similarly tall with lanky muscles.  Van was sleeved with tattoos, though, while Devlin only had a Celtic design on his bicep.  “He needs both of us? What about this guy?” He tossed his chin in the direction of the motel.   “Eddie said not to let him out of our sight.”

“Do you want me to call Bones back so you can give him all these questions?” Van offered snidely, knowing that the last thing a Prospect would ever do is question the President of the MC. “Let’s get the fuck out of here, I gotta piss.  If Eddie wants this guy so bad, he can come babysit him.”

Devlin pulled his leather gloves on, flexing his fingers as he stared across at Van.  There’s no way in hell he’d talk that way to Eddie’s face—he’d get rocked into next week.  Devlin noticed that Van was jittery, like an addict jonesing for a hit of something.  “It’s your ass,” Devlin assured him as he strapped his helmet on under his chin.  

—------

When the boys swung by to talk to the Prospects a bit later, the two were nowhere to be found, and Craig’s SUV was gone.   

“Son of a bitch,” Eddie spat, motioning for Steve to follow him to circle around to the motel. 

“What the fuck?” Steve barked, looking around as they each dismounted their bikes. He had on a red tee with the armholes cut open wide to expose his tan ribcage and scattered tattoos.“Where the hell are Van and Devlin?”

Eddie didn’t have time to solve that mystery, he was too focused on the way the door to room 11 was cracked ajar, suggesting that the occupant had left in a hurry.

Both boys stood back on either side of the door, each with one hand on the hilt of their holstered knives.  Not only was Craig dangerous, but he was a sneaky coward who didn’t have the guts to face Eddie like a man.  

Eddie pounded the door the rest of the way open with his boot.

The room appeared to have been vacated—the guy even took out his own trash, as if someone would want to sift through it.  The bed had been made, with the sheets tucked so tight, you could bounce a dime on it, and on his way back from checking the bathroom, Eddie saw a matchbook from The Golden Lion Hotel and Resort sitting on the desk.

“Maybe the guy gave up,” Steve looked around the dresser under the tv, pulling the empty drawers open.  “Tucked his tail and ran like the scared puppy he is.”

Eddie shook his head a few times before he said anything, turning the matchbook over in his fingers. “Oh,he’s still around,” Eddie concluded.  “And I think he left us a breadcrumb.”

Eddie wasn’t stupid, he knew the guy hadn’t left it there by accident.  Craig seemed to get off on slipping through their fingers and mocking them around every turn, but he underestimated what Eddie would do when he actually got a hold of him.

—-----------

When Eddie called to tell you what had happened, a cold chill ran down your spine.  It was late morning, and you were at your Saturday “bloody mary brunch” shift at the Velvet Hammer while The Drama You’ve Been Craving by Sleater-Kinney played from the jukebox.  The b-movie on the tv mounted above the bar was The Killer Shrews. Your shift was 9 to 4, but you planned on asking if you could work a double and stay as late as possible, because it felt safe to be in a crowd; staying busy also kept your anxiety at bay.  The only downside would be that Eddie was out of your sight, and you had a feeling that both the boys would be trying to track down Craig for most of the day.  You weren’t doubting that Eddie could handle himself against Craig in a fist fight—but that wasn’t the type of combat Craig excelled at.  There was always some element of manipulation and psychological fuckery.

And then Steve was off to be a bodyguard for some wealthy, country club wife later that night, leaving Eddie completely alone.  You weren’t sure of the details, but you knew he was being forced to go to take whoever it was to some wedding.  All you could do was serve alcoholic beverages and hope the world outside figured itself out without anyone you loved getting hurt.

You overheard the new server ask Shana if Steve was working the door that day.

“He’s only here after 6,” Shana replied, digging a metal scoop into the ice to make a mint mojito.  There was about an inch of platinum stubble growing in on her shaved head.  She wore a dark red choker with a cross dangling from it, and a low cut, velvet shirt to expose the roses and thorns tattoo that covered her chest.  “But, he asked for the night off,” Shana wiggled her eyebrows at the girl.  “I think he has a hot date.”

To your surprise, you watched the new girl’s face drop.  She’d only been there for a week, and it seemed like she and Steve were always in the middle of a lover’s spat.  Some of it was playful banter, but also, the more she pushed him away and teased him,  the more he sought her out to tease her more, and she wasn’t afraid to give her rejection harsh and swift.  

“It’s not a date,” you corrected, walking side by side, carrying drinks to your table.  “Some lady is paying him to be her escort slash bodyguard for a wedding tonight.”

A smile twitched on her lips; she looked relieved as the two of  you set the drinks down black cocktail napkins coasters.  After you finished at that table, Lily tapped your elbow.

“Who would need a bodyguard at a wedding in this town?” She asked, frowning quizzically. “Is she famous or something?”

Her question brought a sudden avalanche of memories down on you.  You remembered that day at the gallery when you first caught sight of Charlene, and the second time you ever met Eddie.  He was there as her “bodyguard” that night, according to Jeff, and you recalled how ridiculous it sounded.

That night several months ago, you teased Eddie for being on your “turf” on the sidewalk outside of Moon River Gallery, and just the thought of those early days made your heart flutter.  

It dawned on you then, like a smack to the forehead, who Steve was escorting to the wedding that night, and you leaned across the bar to ask Shanna to pass you the phone.  

—--------

Robin answered as she spun cookie dough in a mixing bowl with a wooden spoon, her hair in a scrunchy on the top of her head.  She’d offered to watch one of her friend's kids for a bit, and both the boys were giggling at cartoons in the living room.  The smoke alarm just went off because she burned the first batch and was determined to try again.

You asked if Steve had checked in recently, or if she expected him home any time soon.

Pinning the phone between her shoulder and her ear, Robin opened the window above the sink to try and wave some of the burnt cookie smoke out with her hand.  “He was just here to grab something, but then he took off again,” she kicked the oven closed with her foot.  “Why, what’s up?”

You figured there was always a chance he’d stop by The Hammer even though he wasn’t working—you hoped so anyway.  “You know if he’s still doing that escort thing tonight?”

“Yeah, he’s pretty excited about it,” there was a tiny voice in the background and Robin held her hand over the receiver to tell Ollie she’d be there in a second.  “Well, he’s excited about the money.  I got invited to the same wedding, but Katie’s visiting her mom and I don’t want to be lame and go by myself, even though Paul’s mom did offer to babysit.”

“Oh, that’s right,” you considered the implication of what she was saying.  If you could duck into the wedding long enough to warn Steve and let him know his “date” is the reason Eddie got stabbed, then at least Steve would have fair warning for what he was getting himself into. 

Robin stopped stirring and held the phone with her flour covered hand.  “Hey, do you want to be my date? I know you’ve got this creepy ex breathing down your throat, but until the Kings grab him, I think it would be fun to take your mind off of it. There’s an open bar at the reception and I’m always a fan of free food.”

You were nodding, but realized there were no words coming out. “I think that might be a really good idea,” you sucked in your top lip, almost wishing Eddie hadn’t ripped the dress John bought you.  “I was going to try and pick up another shift, but yeah, I could be your date.”

You already told Eddie you’d be working, so you’d let the new bouncer at the Hammer know where you were in case he came by.  Since Eddie was usually impossible to get a hold of during the day, you’d leave a message on his machine, too, just in case.  

Meanwhile, as Robin spooned dough onto an aluminum sheet, she remembered the gun that was locked back in the safe.  For some strange reason, the hair stood up on the back of her neck and she wondered if she would need it.  

—-------

Right before you left your message on Eddie’s machine letting him know where you would be, there was another message that came through:

(machine clicks) “It’s me, Melanie.  Wow, I guess you really don’t want to talk to me. (long pause) It’s been five years, I figured we could at least try to be friends or something, but I am reading your silence loud and clear. (heavy sigh) I went over to visit Wayne and he said you have a new girlfriend now, and that you’re happy, so, congratulations, I guess.  You deserve all the good things.  This is the last time I will try to contact you. Have a nice life, Eddie.”

Later that day, just as the sun was setting, the phone rang again.

(machine clicks) (shuffling, muffled cursing) “You know what? Fuck you, Eddie Mussin.” Melanie slurs. “Fuck you for making me fill like a peas of schit for even trying to be a part of your life. (hiccup) Your new whore is here at this wedding, where are you?  I don’t fuckin deserve this.  I need you to come down here right now and tell me to my face that you don’t love me anymore before I come to you–” (loud click)

—------

Back at the Munson’s Garage, Eddie did not go up to his apartment, but he did meet with Bones and a few of the other members inside the clubhouse.  Eddie told Bones about how Van and Devlin had disappeared, and he was just as confused as anyone.

“I don’t know shit about them leaving,” Bones assured from one of the bar stools, silver hair brushed back off his face, wearing an old school denim cut-off with the club insignia on it, and a thick wallet chain hanging down the thigh of his dark denim. “I told those fuckers to stay put until you got there.”

Eddie put his hands on his hips and worked his jaw. The door that led in from the garage opened then, and the two idiots in question appeared.  Eddie didn’t wait to ask questions, he just walked over, took the first one he could catch by the throat, and pinned him up against the wall with a hard thwack that sounded like he almost broke the wood paneling.  

Van choked and wheezed against Eddie’s hold. “Where the fuck have you two been?” Eddie spat through gritted teeth.  

Devlin started talking fast, waving his hands.  “We’ve been over at the abandoned steel mill, waiting where you told us to for the past couple hours,” he said to Bones in a rush.

Bones and Eddie exchanged a frown.  Bones shook his head, scowling at Devlin.  “What the hell are you talking about? Nothing’s going down at the steel mill today.” There were several abandoned buildings on the outskirts of town where the Kings conducted the shady side of their dealings, but so far, the weekend plans were tame.

Devlin shot a look at Van, whose face was beet red above Eddie’s grip, and then turned back to Bones.  “So, if you didn’t call us on the payphone this morning to tell us to go to the steel mill, who did?”

Eddie released Van so that he could talk, waiting for him to catch his breath and cough a few times.  “It sounded like you,” Van sputtered so hard that saliva dripped from his lip.

Bones sat back in his seat, smoothing out his mustache, while the other members around him mumbled to themselves.  “You really are just as stupid as you look.”

And then Eddie’s fist came in tight, landing flush with his Van’s jaw, and he stumbled back against the wall and slid to the floor, accepting his punishment with a curse.  

The door from the garage pushed open abruptly, and there stood Josh, one of Eddie’s mechanics wearing smudged overalls.  He threw a thumb over his shoulder.  “Yo, Thumper has eyes on that hunter green SUV you’ve been looking for.  It’s headed for Highway 22 off of Deer Park.”

Eddie pushed himself off the wall with the side of his fist, pounding it there, on his way outside to jump on his chopper.  The rest of the guys followed, including a woozy Van, stumbling as he got to his feet..  

Chrome pipes roared to life one right after the other as the eight of them rumbled out of the parking lot.

—------

While Eddie and a handful of the Coffin Kings were blowing down the highway in the hot summer sun in pursuit of Craig, Steve was sipping champagne, getting his sleeves marked to be adjusted last minute by Charlene’s personal tailor. They were in her master bedroom overlooking the pool as beige curtains billowed in along with the soft echo of Joey by Concrete Blonde from the radio down near the jacuzzi.  Charlene had a see-through coverup over her zebra print bikini as she watched from her chair.  She liked to touch herself whenever the tailor wasn’t looking, and to be fair—Steve liked it too.  She plucked at her nipple and ran the tip of her tongue over her teeth, making his cock twitch in his pants as he gnawed vigorously on his Wrigley’s Spearmint gum.  

He’d been with a few batshit crazy chicks in his day, but this one was up there with the battiest.  Honestly—he didn’t hate it.  The problem was, he’d started to have this crush on one of the new servers at The Velvet Hammer, and two things were wrong with it: one, he didn’t have time or room in his life for romance, and two, she kind of hated his guts.

She acted like she did, anyway.  She told him that his reputation preceded him, and that he’d never get in her pants, no matter how hard he tried.  

Bet.

Charlene helped him to take his mind off of that, even though she did treat him like some sort of life-sized Ken doll.  Her sexual appetite was insatiable, and that afternoon, before the tailor got there, was the second time she’d asked him to choke her while she came until she almost passed out.

Steve was afraid of those torture kinks though; afraid he might not know his own strength one time and take his anger out on his partner.  He had a switch inside of him that was either on or off, and he didn’t know how to idle in between.  

The tailor walked away to the vanity to grab something, and Charlene sauntered over to pretend she was fixing Steve’s collar.  She leaned forward to whisper in his ear: “I want to feel your cum drip out of me all night,” and it gave him a shiver.  He would definitely have to fuck her again before they left, and maybe again in the towncar on the way there.

—------

The thing that surprised Charlene the most was not how attracted she was to Steve, but how she was starting to not miss Eddie anymore.  This all started as a way to get closer to Eddie, and to get back at him at the same time, but now all she could think about was being naked with Steve—to have him rip her suit off with his teeth.  

He’d left marks on her, because she asked him too, and there was some slight bruising around her throat that she loved to admire.  John wouldn’t ask about it, he didn’t care what she did. Eddie always refused to indulge her in that way—he would fuck her rough, sure, but he didn’t like the idea of introducing pain, and none of her other lovers had the right touch until now.

She watched Steve’s jaw muscles work as he chewed his gum, and then he winked at her after the tailor asked him a question.  She was down bad in a way that made her want to be 15 years younger, to start completely over with someone like Steve. Maybe it would’ve made her a different, softer person, maybe they would’ve had a son together.  But then she remembered her situation and how that wasn’t an option, and then the bitterness flooded back in, rising like bile at the back of her throat.  

While Steve was just trying to make it through the evening, Charlene was trying to think of ways to keep him with her forever.

—-------

You showed up at Robin’s with the only dress you had that qualified as formal wear—the style was possibly outdated by ten years.  You brought your Caboodles makeup case too, because you knew how much Oliver loved to watch you put makeup on.  Robin never wore makeup, aside from some lipstick now and then, so she always appreciated it when you or Katie indulged him.  You had a polaroid back at the duplex of the makeup Oliver put on Steve once; wide, outlined red lips, bright green lids from lashline to eyebrow, and a dusting of glitter.  

“Which color do you think?” You asked, gesturing to your eyelids, in front of the bathroom mirror while Ollie stood on a step stool next to you.  He had on a pair of bright yellow swim trunks and a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tank top.  

“I think this blue for one eye,” he scratched his head, tapping the hard plastic shell over a sparkly turquoise with a tiny finger.  He paused his hand as his eyes moved around, and made a serious face, concentrating.  “And this color for the other eye,” the other color was a dark red.

He looked up at you with those big, honey brown Steve eyes, waiting for you to start applying them, rubbing his lips together.  “Ollie, my love,” you chuckled.  “One day, your artistic genius will be appreciated, but I don’t think Hawkins is ready for it quite yet.”

“What if we do these,” you showed him a few things including eyeliner and blush. “And I’ll let you put some of the mascara on me.”

He nodded, eyes widening at all of the options scattered around the sink, wanting to put it all on your face at once. 

Suddenly, there was a pounding at the front door that made your heart stop.  

You told Oliver to wait in the bathroom and shut the door while you went to check it out.

Relief flooded in when you realized it was only Robin. She’d gone out to close the garage and accidentally locked herself out of the house.  Who else had you expected? Craig? Surely, he had no idea where Steve and Robin lived.  

Paul’s mom Raina was running an hour late to pick Oliver up with promises of ice cream and Scooby Doo, so you missed the wedding itself, but the two of you decided you’d still make it to the reception; shame to waste all the time you took getting ready. While you had a glass of wine in the kitchen and helped Robin zip up the back of her navy blue, strapless dress, you kept looking at the phone, and glancing out the living room window to the street, waiting to see Eddie, or at least hear from him.  On your way out the door, you tried his apartment one more time, but hung up before you could leave another message.  

—------

The Coffin Kings zoomed along the highway, weaving in and out of cars, keeping to a tight, intimidating pack as much as possible with Bones out in front and Eddie right behind him, hair flying in the wind. Thumper caught sight of them from a road crossing and joined, spitting up a cloud of dust as he went.  

Up ahead, there was a bottleneck in traffic as two lanes converged, and the line of cars were beginning to slow down.  Eddie spotted the SUV in the distance and waved the group to the side of the highway to bypass all of the vehicles at a standstill.  

Eddie’s arm muscles were tight and flexed, the sleeves of his Pantera tee exposing his tan, inked arms.  His face was locked in a permanent frown as he braced against the wind.  Four of the other guys went around the opposite side of the highway, ready to box in the target.  

The windows of the SUV were tinted, but Eddie could tell that the guy must’ve seen them coming in his rearview mirror because the vehicle lurched, wheels cranking, trying to get out on the lip of the road to escape.  

Eddie sped up, twisting the throttle on the right handlebar, weaving in through the cars again to rage down the dotted yellow line.  

The SUV bolted out from the line of cars, dove into the ditch, and then corrected itself before swerving onto an unpaved road that led out through the trees.

The gang followed; Eddie and Thumper got up behind it, eating dust from the tires, and once they were away from the traffic cluster, Thumper reached down for his handgun, aimed it at the back tire and shot twice.  

The vehicle swerved and kept going but slowed down enough for them to get along each side, and then Bones raised his gun and blew out the back window.

The SUV turned so fast that Thumper lost control and flipped his bike into the dirt, but motioned for the others to keep going.  

There was a dead-end curve with metal railing, and that is where the vehicle finally screeched to a halt sideways.  A few of the guys stayed on their bikes and aimed their guns at the driver’s side door, while Eddie dismounted and waited to see if Craig would step out, but he didn’t, so Eddie went over and yanked it open for him.  

“Please please please don’t kill me!” The woman behind the steering wheel screamed, holding her hands up. She was in her early fifties, highlights of gray hair in her brunette bob, wearing an orange corduroy jumper over a floral shirt.  

The woman was in tears, and Eddie stepped back in disbelief.  He jerked open the side door only to realize it was the same make of SUV, but it did not belong to Craig.

“You can take my wallet,” the woman stammered.  “It’s in my—”

“We’re sorry, ma’am,” Bones told her, motioning for everyone to lower their weapons as a dust cloud settled around them.  “There’s been a terrible mistake.”

Eddie started to walk away but then let out a violent curse at the last minute and punched the side of the SUV causing it to dent.  

—------

Steve ran the tip of his tongue over his gold incisor and buttoned his jacket as he came around the passenger side of the Jaguar to take Charlene’s hand at the entrance to the Golden Lion Hotel & Resort before he tossed the keys to the valet.  The tats on his hands and throat were an interesting pairing with the fancy suit he had on, and it took all of Charlene’s willpower not to kiss him right there.  She knew what everyone whispered about—she knew that the infidelities both her and John exercised were well known in town—but it was important to continue the facade.

It was a strange arrangement in more ways than one: Steve escorted her inside to where a group of her friends were, but then was told to wait out front like a guard until the ceremony and dinner were over.  Steve took a walk, smoked half a pack of cigarettes, talked to some of the other drivers, and sat in the lobby, bobbing his knee restlessly. Charlene came out to check on him a few times, like someone would a dog, even brought him a plate of food.  He planned to wait until the music for the dancing started, and then he’d go and find his benefactress to ask how much longer they needed to stay.  He didn’t mind Charlene—he thought she was hot as hell—but the only thing motivating him to stick around was feeling that wad of cash in his pocket once the evening was over.  

He saw Eddie’s ex Melanie at the bar taking shots with her friend, and he ducked behind a collection of imported palm trees so that they wouldn’t see him. 

______

“Steve!” You called across the parking lot as your heels clapped up the pavement with Robin close behind you.  You were relieved to see that he was alone, if only for a moment.  

He was afraid to look up at first, his head bent down as he finished the last of his smoke, not sure if it was someone he wanted to ignore.  But, when his eyebrows finally lifted the rest of his head up, his face beamed with a mix of relief and confusion.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” His surprised expression landed on Robin; it was only the third time in his life he’d seen her in a dress.  He almost didn’t recognize her.  

Robin scoffed.  “I wanted to go to this wedding in the first place, remember?”

“Oh shit,” Steve balked. “Is this Scott’s wedding you were telling me about?”

Robin shook her head and snorted a laugh out her nose.  “You are unreal.”

“Damn, I wasn’t paying any attention,” he jerked the corners of his mouth down in an oblivious frown. 

“Hey,” you took Steve by the elbow, leaning in.  “The woman you’re here with, is her name Charlene?”

Steve’s ADHD was getting the better of him.  “Yes, why? Where’s Eddie? Is he coming? Did they catch that freak who broke into your place?”

You stammered, trying to choose which one to answer.  “I’m not sure, but I—”

And that was when Charlene showed up in the entranceway behind you—in the flesh—and beckoned for Steve to come inside.  You could almost feel her there, even without looking, and it made all of the hair on your body stand on end. 

You turned to face her in all of her Sharon Stone glory, and in that moment, you could’ve sworn you saw a flicker of fear flash over her face as she recognized you.  

“Stevie,” she said it louder, clearing her throat.  “Come have a drink with me?”

“Be right there,” Steve threw her a lift of his chin and grin, and then he turned back to you, running a hand through his hair.  “I have to go do this for a bit longer.  See you in there, though, yeah?”

But before you could say anything else, he patted your arm and strode over to greet Charlene, offering his elbow for her to take.  You could hear the music start up from the dancefloor: Good Vibrations by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch.

Robin pushed tight to your side. “Is that her?” She asked. “The one who got Eddie stabbed?”

“That’s her,” you said, watching them through the glass as they disappeared around a corner. 

“Hell no,” Robin pushed off with a huff. “I don’t care how much money she’s giving him, he needs to know,” and then she charged fullbore into the building, getting stuck in a crowd of people exiting, pushing her way through while trying to be polite.

“Robin, wait!” You blurted, still weary of Charlene’s reach and power.  You hustled after her, stopping to hold the door open for an elderly couple as people poured in and out to get some air, music vibrating in your chest.  

You broke free into the lobby, scissored your way through the line for the bar, keeping your eye on the back of Robin up ahead.

That was when a strong arm snaked around your waist from behind and a mouth pressed against your ear, hissing at a whisper: “Try to fight me or make a sound and I’ll hurt your friends,” the voice promised.  

It was Craig.

You could feel the stubble on his chin and smell the familiar Altoids and whiskey tang of his breath.  

“Come with me?” He asked it as a question, but he knew you would nod, swallowing hard and then he grabbed your arm with one hand and rested the other on the small of your back, guiding you back and to the side, into the shadows.  

You didn’t say a word, you just kept pace with him, knowing that his threats were never idle.

—-----

Eddie sent two of the guys ahead to bring a tow truck to take the woman’s SUV back to the shop, and he let her know that all of the repairs were on him, apologizing for the “mixup”.  But then Bones had to step in and have a serious conversation with her about how she shouldn’t tell anyone about what happened, especially the police—that it would be bad for her “health”.

It was dark by the time Eddie got back to his place.  He was angry and frustrated and fucking exhausted, but finding you was now his priority.  You told him you’d leave a message on his machine letting him know if you did a double shift at The Hammer, and so he went up to wash his face and see if you’d called.  His boots clomped wearily on the steps, tired shoulders rolling, his neck cracking.  

With his shirt off, he dried the water and soap from his face, wet bangs brushed off his forehead, and then hung the towel around his neck as he played the messages he had.

The first one was from Melanie, and he deleted it as soon as it was over with a weary sigh. 

He snatched the matchbook he found in Craig’s motel room from the nightstand and spun it in his fingers as he sat down on the bed, lips jerking up in a smile at the sound of your voice in the next message.

You’d decided to go to a wedding with Robin.  He stopped twirling the matchbook and let that sink in.  But, Steve would be there too, you assured him, and you asked him to join you if he was in the mood.  You said you’d call when you got back to Robin’s if you didn’t see or hear from him.  You told him you loved him, and he whispered, “I love you too,” at the machine.

The only problem was, you forgot to mention where, exactly, the wedding was.  

He spun the matchbook again as the next voice clicked on:  Melanie. Again.

But, this time her words made an uncomfortable lump form in his throat.  

Melanie was at the same wedding? Fuck. 

The end of her message sent fireworks through his blood, and he put the matchbook down to go over and search through the pile of papers on his desk for the invitation that he got.  It was still sealed in the envelope, and he ripped the corner open with his teeth, spitting out the paper, cringing as confetti fluttered to the ground when he pulled out the buttercream invitation with lace corners.

Golden Lion Hotel and Resort

His mouth went dry as he circled back around the bed to pick up the matchbook again, realizing with a buzzing in his ears that it was from the same place.

And it had been in Craig’s room.  The only trace left of him in an otherwise immaculate space.

Eddie squeezed the matchbook so tight in his fist, he crushed it, and then he went to find you.  

Part 15

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Aromatherapy (Continuing a Story from Nifty.org)

A link to the story I'm continuing: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/aromatherapy

Part 1

I waited 10 minutes before leaving. I was shaking with anticipation. i had never been so excited in my whole life. He was already pulled around waiting in a 2018 GMC Sierra Crew Cab. "Get in. This isn't a free ride by the way. You can either give me gas money or get down there and sniff my gas. It's a 30 minute drive, maybe longer since it's about to be rush hour. Your choice". There wasn't even a question. I quickly climbed in the passenger side and laid down while he rose up and lowered his basketball shorts. He was wearing stained gray boxer briefs with a wet stain on the back and a big golden brown streak going up the crack. They smelled like a sweaty toilet seat. He quickly sat down and ground his fat ass around my face until my nose was right in the middle of his crack. He reached back, spreading his cheeks and pressing down until my nose was pushing the dirty undies into his hole and his ass enveloped my face. "Ah, that's it. Your nose feels great in my nasty hole. I'm still sweaty from that sauna and I just took the most massive shit so your nose is going to have to scratch that itch." He ground his ass on my face some more as we pulled out of the parking lot. We stopped at every red light on the way to the highway. It took 45 minutes to get to his place. I could smell the fresh shit around his hairy hole and he kept letting out the worst SBDs the whole way laughing each time and rubbing it in on my nose. Finally we got there and he pulled up his shorts and got out. I sat up and made my way out as well. The house was huge and there were 3 other vehicles in the driveway, 2 SUVs and another pickup. We made our way inside and he took me straight to the living room. "I'm hungry so I'm going to make myself something to eat. Get down on the floor with your head in that seat over there and I'll be back" pointing to the comfy chair in the corner. I quickly obeyed and was waiting quietly in the dark when suddenly this handsome young man walked in texting on his iPhone Xr. He had on only a jockstrap that was bulging. He looked to be about 25 maybe and he had a perfect amount of muscle, nice arms, legs, firm pecs, with a little bit of a chiseled but bloated belly and a nice happy trail. He launched himself ass first into the chair I had my face waiting in and oh boy was it a nice one. Nice smooth golden cheeks with a very hairy crack that smelled like a long day with several unshowered before it. Once he had sat down he quickly realized there was something under him but instead of getting up he just farted loudly and wetly. PRRRBBBBBBTTTTTT. "Ah. That felt good. I don't smell a thing. Pops must have gotten a new fart cushion. Awesome! Especially after all those burritos had for lunch. The cheese and beans is really fucking my stomach up." He sat on my face for 10 minutes letting let out several sbds and loud wet releases while rubbing his sexy belly and really ground his wet hole into my face before spreading his cheeks to let out a huge shart. SSSSSSRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT. My nose was sprayed with hot air and speckles of shit "Whew that was nasty. Think I felt a little shit come out on that one. Pops will have a fit if I stained his favorite chair! He might even make me his fart cushion again! Definitely don't need that torture!" He shot up and turned around bending down to make sure he hadn't made a mess of the seat. While he did I got to see more of his handsome face. He had a perfect chiseled jaw, beautiful mischievous eyes, and a thin, long nose (think Daniel Croix with green eyes). I licked my lips as he finally got to inspecting me. "Nice. It all went on you huh, cutie? Well plenty more where that came from" He said with a chuckle. He let out a bubbling fart into the air and sniffed. "Damn that's ripe. Why don't you open that pretty mouth for me this time just to be safe. I'll try not to take a dump in it". I shuddered at the thought as I'm not into that at all. He kindly wiped my face off looking down at me with a glint in his eye. I did as he said as he turned around and spread that perfect ass open.

[novasintheroom]

Learning to shoot - Vash x Reader

Now part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3!

A glistening brown bottle sits squarely on a fence post. It didn’t have much to do today, other than sit pretty. And, hopefully, get shot off its seat.

POP! BANG!...POP POP!

That doesn’t look likely.

Another bullet cracks by the bottle’s neck. You groan, lowering your gun. “Eleven bullets,” you mutter, adding them up as a shopping list for the next town. “This is stupid.” Then, louder, “This is stupid! I can’t hit it; I’m wasting your bullets!”

“No, you’re not,” Vash says. He sits on a nearby rock, munching on a maple-frosted donut for breakfast, your own powdered jelly sitting precariously close to his wandering hands. Through a mouthful of pastry, he calls, “Try again! Feet wide!”

You sigh loudly for emphasis. Fumbling to reload the gun, a few golden bullets spill on the sand. You grit your teeth. “What does it matter that I learn to shoot something? I’ve gotten this far without it!”

“Yeah,” Vash swallows half his donut in one go, licking his fingers, “but you’re traveling with me now. And you asked to learn anyway.”

“Didn’t think I’d have to get up at the butt-crack of dawn to shoot a bottle, though.”

Vash hums and stuffs the rest of the donut in his mouth. “Just don’t want you shooting anyone’s head off.”

And that was fair. Vash could take care of himself and others with his gun. You, squeamish as you are with weapons, are a hinderance to this status quo. You know this, and Vash knows this, though he’ll never admit it. You try to be a good travelling companion, but it’s hard when you can’t defend yourself. Poor Vash has been put through enough gun fights and brawls just to protect you.

You take a steady breath and go into a wide stance. It’s your turn to protect yourself. You raise the little pistol and spot down your arm the glint of amber twenty feet away.

Steady. Aim.

POP!

The shot goes wide.

A frustrated snarl rips your throat. “Vash– “

“Hold on, just,” he trots over with a smile and goes behind you, “you’re locking your knees. Keep them bent just a bit. It’ll help with the recoil.” He kicks at your left foot. “Keep one leg a bit behind, too.”

“I’ve been doing that,” you grump, but do as he says. It’s awkward, standing like this, but you suppose it’ll get easier with more practice. “Okay, so I just – “

“Just a sec.”

His side presses into yours, and your breath stills. One of his arms comes up to hold your own. You can smell the maple on his breath. “Relax your shoulders,” he presses his hand into the groove of your shoulder and neck, “you want to be firm, not frozen. And – “ he leans forward, adjusting where you’re pointing, “try aiming a little higher than you have been.” He whispers something to himself, the words brushing the shell of your ear.

Goosebumps spread across your arms, and you’re grateful to have a jacket hiding them.

Careful of the warble in your voice, you ask, “I’ve seen you shoot with both eyes open and one eye shut. Which is better?”

Vash shuffles, his chest brushing against your back. “Keep both eyes open when you’re close to a target,” he says, “if you need more focus, close your weaker eye.” At your nod, he leans forward. His lips almost brush your ear. “Try again now.”

A hush comes. There is only the bottle, the gun, the sound of Vash’s coat brushing against your own clothes. You let out a long breath…

…BANG!

The bottle sprays apart in a shower of golden shards. An involuntary yelp erupts from your throat, and suddenly you’re cheering, turning around to hug Vash. He laughs and squeezes you tight.

“I did it!” you shriek in his ear. “I shot it!”

“Careful, put the safety on!” He grabs the gun out of your flailing hands and locks it up. Safe from friendly fire, he hands the gun back and smiles. “See? It’s not so bad.”

You holster the gun. “Well, it’s fun when it’s not something living! Can we try again?” He winces, and you mirror it. “Um…after the next job, I mean. Need to get more bullets, huh?”

He laughs. “Maybe we can find some rubber bullets in one of these towns soon. Then you can use as many as you want!”

“Maybe…” You stop and lean closer to his face. Your hand comes up to trail at his cheek. Vash feels his ears go pink, his cheeks redden. What are you…? Did you want to…?

“Is that…donut powder?”

His hopes are dashed, replaced with primal fear as realization dawns. “Uh…”

“Vash! Did you eat my donut?!”

He backs away with nervous laughter. “Uh…I – well I – “ He takes off, and can’t help but laugh at your shriek of rage as you give chase. He laughs again when you curse his long legs. “It’s payment for the bullets! The bullets!”

Well, at least your morning is eventful.

[mouwrites]

Just a silly little coffee shop trope with Lloyd :]

Word count: 850

Ninjago - Lunch? (Lloyd)

The little cafe you worked in was by no means popular; despite being in the heart of Ninjago city, it was often overlooked. And so you spent many days just watching the huge windows in the front of the store, wondering if any of the swaths of people would chance to step inside.

You did have a few regulars, which you knew by heart, of course. If not because they were always pleasant, then because you really didn’t have many clientele to begin with, so it was only natural that you started to recognize them.

Your eyes were locked on a cute poodle trotting by outside when you heard the little bell above the door ring. You perked up, snapping upright to greet the customer.

A smile came to your face when you saw a familiar (and admittedly attractive) blonde coming closer. He was smiling, too, almost a little shyly as he gave a small wave.

“Hey Lloyd! The usual?” You chirped, already whisking away to grab a cup.

“Yeah.”

You nodded, opening up the refrigerator to retrieve some milk to heat up.

“Not too busy today, huh, Y/n?”

A childish grin stretched your mouth beyond the polite smile you’d already been bearing. “Nope. You know my name?”

He laughed, clasping his hands awkwardly on the counter. “I mean, you’re always the one who’s working when I stop by. Plus it’s on your apron.”

You glanced down at your attire, cheeks darkening a little when you spotted the little name tag. “Oh, yeah.”

You worked in silence for a little while, focusing on getting your measurements right and mixing and not making a mess. You were so focused that you didn’t even feel Lloyd’s deep green eyes fixed on you.

There was a subtle smile curving his thin lips as he watched—though was it from the anticipation of a nice hot chocolate, or something else? He would’ve guessed the former, but he also couldn’t deny the way his heart had skipped a beat when you said his name earlier.

Nor could he deny the way your h/c hair looked in the golden afternoon light… or the way your eyes sparkled with excitement whenever he walked into the store… he always told himself that it was because you were bored, that it was a slow afternoon and he was just providing something to busy you for a few minutes, but he secretly wished it was something more.

But now he was just watching you put whipped cream on the drink. You sprayed a thin layer on top… then kept going… and going… until there was a little mountain towering over the rim of the cup.

You used a Frappuccino lid to top off the cup, in order to preserve the shape of the whipped cream. But you paused before snapping it on, pursing your lips for a second before spontaneously reaching for a bottle of chocolate syrup and drizzling the whipped cream.

“Oh my Master,” Lloyd gawked. “I love you.”

Your eyebrows shot up for a second. Cheeks turning a deep shade of red, you looked at Lloyd with wide eyes.

He had the exact same expression. “Uh…”

You burst into laughter. It became a little more awkward as you tried to control yourself, and you smiled bashfully as you said: “I just know you have a bit of a sweet tooth, so…”

You slid the drink across the counter, wishing your face would stop burning as you rang up his order on the register.

“Thank you,” he murmured, still clearly recovering from severe embarrassment.

Your jaw tightened; his awkwardness was contagious. Your fingers hovered before the screen for a few seconds, and at length you just brought your hand down to rest on the counter. “Tell you what… this one’s on the house.”

You grinned at Lloyd’s shocked response. He went for his wallet anyway, at which point you reached across the counter to hold his arm.

“Really, you don’t have to pay for it. Only ‘cause I like you too.”

The silence was deafening. Lloyd was owl-eyed and ruddy-faced, completely stunned at your words. You almost regretting saying them when he finally burst into the brightest smile you’d ever seen; not just on him, but on anyone.

“Does that mean you’ll let me take you out to lunch sometime?”

“I’d love lunch.”

Lloyd just kept on smiling, fumbling foolishly for his drink. “Cool,” he said, as if he thought he were dreaming.

As he walked out the door, he turned around suddenly and smiled at you one last time. He’d clearly spotted the phone number you wrote on the cup’s little cardboard cuff.

When he was finally out of sight, you patted your cheeks, trying to smack the color out of them. It certainly didn’t help that the image of Lloyd was stuck in your mind like a frozen TV screen. That rosy-cheeked grin he’d given you… it was truly unlike anything you’d ever seen.

I wonder if I can make him smile like that again.

Now it was your turn to smirk. Lunch. You couldn’t wait.

Thanks so much for reading! Might make a part 2 hehe ;o Anyway, take care lovelies!! <33

(divider by saradika)

[eiraeths]

y’all know janitor from scrubs? he gives me ghost vibes. if y’all don’t know who janitor is just know this: he’s a pathological liar (but it’s over minor things for his own entertainment) and two he actively tries to make the main character of scrubs, JD, life harder over a small little incident. dude can hold a grudge.

anyway here’s a bunch of janitor quotes from scrubs except replacing it with ghost being janitor and soap is JD because it honestly made so much sense in my head. I also think a lot of dr cox quotes fit price or ghost so some of those too. actually price could also be dr kelso in a lot of this good lawd.

———

Ghost: [mouths] I'm going to kill you.

Soap: [silently] What?

Ghost: [gestures and mouths] I'm going to kill you.

Soap: Why?

Ghost: [shrugs]

———

Price: Look, you and I are alike in a lot of ways.

Ghost: We both harbor an internal struggle between the desire to do good, and the urge to become a master criminal.

Price: We don't.

Ghost: We do.

Price: You hate people, and I hate people. What nobody gets is that we never hate indiscriminately.

Ghost: That is so true. I only hate those that have wronged me. Like if they stole my stuff, or put a penny in a door. Or... that guy. See this look he shot us, like he's so much better than we are.

Price: Plus, he's only 25, and earlier I heard him use the phrase "Back in the day".

Ghost: Well, he's dug his own grave, hasn't he? Let's do this.

———

Soap: Did you lose something?

Ghost: No, why? Did you take something?

Soap: No.

Ghost: What'd you take?

Soap: Nothing.

Ghost: What'd you take?

———

[Soap walks out of the elevator as Ghost mops the floor]

Ghost : Hey!

Soap: What? I didn't say anything. I didn't do anything. What imaginary slight have you concocted in that paranoid brain of yours?

[Ghost looks down to the trail of muddy footprints trailing Soap]

Soap: [internally] Crap.

Soap: Well, shouldn't there be some sort of sign... Oh, look at that. Well, you should put it back down before someone slips and falls.

Ghost: Oh, is that what I should do? Good, because I make most decisions based on your opinion. You know what, I'm thinking of splitting up with the wife. Maybe you could mull that over, get back to me, maybe pow-wow. [a woman slips] Floor's wet, ma'am. Little help over here. Little help.

———

Gaz: Cap’n, what's our plan of attack?

Price: When I crush a person's spirit, I like to use a combination of intimidation and degradation.

Soap: I prefer to create an environment in which the subjects end up crushing themselves.

Price: Uh-huh.

Ghost: I like to pick one person and torment them relentlessly for no reason. If I could find them I'd show you.

[poor rookie of the day walks up behind Ghost and wisely decides to back away]

Ghost: He's near.

———

[Ghost sprays a window with blue cleaning fluid and wipes it. He then aims the spray in his mouth. Price takes a second look as he passes by.]

Ghost: I filled it with blue Gatorade. I just do that to freak people out.

Price: Scintillating

———

[As a boy plays with a toy car in his bed, he accidentally knocks over his juice carton]

A Boy: Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!

Gaz: Hey, it's okay.

A Boy: But now the Ghost Who Hates Spills is gonna come.

Gaz: Who?

Ghost: You're right, boy. He might come this very night. And as you know, that ghost's entire family was killed by a careless spill. Just like yours. Just like yours. Hmm.

———

Gaz: Oh, hi. Are we going out? What's with the jumpsuit?

Ghost: Okay, first of all if we're gonna make it, not a jumpsuit. Shirt, belt, pants.

Gaz: Oh. Ok.

Ghost: Secondly, I think it's time that you knew the real me. All right, here we go. I'm not like normal people. I don't have superpowers, but I'm working on it. For instance, watch me move this pen. [looks at pen, which doesn't move] It worked at home. I don't know. Maybe my table is slanted. Um, anyway, in my spare time, I also enjoy stuffing animals. Usually with other animals. For instance, a badger will hold five squirrels. A squirrel will hold most of a cat. A mouse will hold a shrew and a vole. You get the idea. Circle of life. I have broken the sound barrier, but you must never ask me how. I don't believe in the moon. I think it's just the back of the sun.

Price: Ha! I love a good train wreck.

Ghost: Furthermore, I think if you look closely a monkey-

Soap: Stop it, you. he doesn't know you're joking.

———

Ghost: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa whoa. Watch your step, there, Gaz.

Gaz: Thanks, Ghost.

Gaz: [internally] He is so sweet. But why doesn't he just put up a sign that says "wet floor"?

[Soap screams as he slides across the floor and crashes]

Ghost: Wet floor.

———

Soap: [gasps] Why do you have to jump out and scare me all the time?

Ghost: I don't jump out and scare you. I follow you around all day. I only got about an hour-and-a-half worth of work around here, and the rest of the time, I track you, like an animal.

Soap: You're kidding, right?

Ghost: [chuckles] I don't know. Am I?

———

Soap: Holy-

Ghost: [whispering] Calm down. I didn't mean to scare you.

Soap: [whispering] Why are we whispering?

Ghost: [whispering] I wanted to see if you would whisper because I whispered.

Soap: [whispering] I think I would.

———

Ghost: I convinced everybody in on base that's afraid of me to go outside and spell out the score of the game.

Price: Really?

Ghost: No, you idiot. I'm just gonna tell you the score of the game. Maybe knock your head against the glass.

Price: Look, I was way out of line telling you how that movie ended, but, God save me, watching sports is one of the last pure pleasures I have left in my life, so you tell me what's it gonna take for you to let me go home, sit in my massage chair, and enjoy the game?

Ghost: I would like to perform open heart surgery.

Price: No.

Ghost: How about you perform surgery on me so that I can breathe underwater?

Price: No.

Ghost: I would like a shark that read minds.

Price: No.

Ghost: You and I trade lives for a year.

Price: No.

Ghost: How about a home-cooked meal and an hour in your massage chair?

Price: Done.

Ghost: Done.

[Ghost walks over to the window and looks outside, where a large group of rookies have arranged themselves to spell out "98-97"]

Ghost: Hey, guys, it's off.

[He looks again and they have rearranged themselves to read "Why"]

Ghost: Wow! You guys are organised.

———

Ghost: Look, if I learnt one thing from my parents, it's this. The key to a good marriage is keeping your emotions bottled up until they finally explode and you have to lash out physically.

Soap: You mean, beat each other up?

Ghost: I mean beat yourself up. My mother once snapped her own index finger because my father was late for church. She dented the car, he threw himself down the stairs.

———

Gaz: Soap, you're not that self-destructive.

Ghost: Really? I was gonna suggest he seek professional help. Would you be interested in seeing a cognitive therapist? 'cause I know a guy, he's good. I'm going to give you his card, then I'm gonna bash your head in. I'll see you in the morning.

Soap: I'm in at 7.

Ghost: Wear a helmet.

———

okay that’s it

[slasher-male-wife]

Slashers seeing their s/o kill for the first time

So @crawling-fingers talked about murder dates with the slashers and I just kinda had to go along with it because I've been processing a lot of trauma lately and god damn it I deserve a little (fictional) murder, as a treat.

Includes: Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Baby Firefly

Warnings: Murder, violence, strong language, reader kinda has a break down in this, mentions of attempted sexual assault and sexual harassment

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is shocked to say the least. Your abusive ex had showed up uninvited and like before, started to manipulate and try to get you to leave with him.

But when he hit you and told you that you're still the same dumb bitch you were before, that's when you broke. You smashed a vase on his head and took a shard of the broken porcelain and began to stab him with it over and over.

Brahms quickly rushed out of the walls and saw you crying and screaming as blood sprayed onto you.

"Who's the dumb bitch now huh?" You screamed dropping the shard of porcelain, "Try hitting me now you stupid shit! Come on hit me now mother fucker! I dare you bitch!"

You looked like a mess. You had blood all over you, your hair was messy and dishevled, your pupils were dialated and your chest was rising and falling quickly.

Brahms knew this was bad but god damn you looked so good like this. He wouldn't waste time either. He takes off his mask and quickly picks you up, pressing his lips against yours.

He knew you just killed a man. But you looked too damn good not to kiss in that moment.

Michael Myers

Michael was returning from a night of killing when he saw your kitchen light was still on. Odd for this time of night. He enters in the back door and hears your heavy breathing and can see blood leaking from the kitchen.

When he walks in he finds you on top of a man with a kitchen knife in his chest. You look to Michael, covered in blood and your mouth wide open, "He tried to hurt me," You say, " He broke in and kept talking about how I was helping you kill people. He tried to stab me but I got him first."

Michael had to admit. You looked stunning in the low light of the kitchen covered in blood. He watched on as you pulled the knife from the body and took it over to the sink. You started to wash it off as Michael came up behind you, ignoring the body.

He watches as you wash off your face and hands, red water running down the sink. He starts to pet your hair. It's matted with blood and very messy but he continues to run a hand over your hair, petting you.

"Michael, I'm gonna need you to take the knife and get rid of the body while I clean this up ok?" You ask. Michael stops petting your hair and turns his attention to the body.

He picks it up along with the knife and carry's it back outside. But he can't stop thinking about you. And how much he loved seeing you like that. He's going to try and get you to kill again. He knows that for sure.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent heard you scream and then a gunshot go off at the house. A victim had escaped so he thought the worst as he rushed to get to the house. But when he opened the door he found you holding a gun and the victim on the ground.

Some blood had sprayed onto you but you're just standing there, almost catatonic. He could see tears falling on your cheeks. He quickly walks over to you and pulls you into a hug, facing away from the body.

You begin to sob into his sweater as he strokes your back, "She tried to kill me," You say muffled, "I thought I was gonna die. Please don't let go Vincent."

He nods as he looks down at the body. You shot her in the neck. She died quickly and quietly. He knows you're in distress and that you're scared. But he's glad you got your first kill out of the way.

He knew that at some point you were going to have to help with killing people and you finally might just do that.

But first, he needs to comfort you and get you out of shock. He can deal with the body later, now he needs to make sure you're ok.

Baby Firefly

You're out in town with Baby and RJ at a bar. Baby is dancing and RJ is somewhere else. Baby heard you yelling at someone and she made her way back to the bar where she saw a man trying to touch you.

"Back off! I have a girlfriend asshole!"

"Maybe she'd like to join us." He remarks. Baby makes quick work out of getting him in RJ's truck. You knew about the hand gun in his glove compartment and you were just waiting to get far enough from town to shoot him.

The man made dirty remarks the entire time. Talking about how how you two are all the the disgusting things he'd do to you two. Once he got out of the truck you made quick work of shooting him in both of his legs.

Baby was stunned but then she just started to laugh. She cheered you on as you dragged the man inside, yelling at him about how you were gonna have fun with him this time.

Baby laughed and cheered as you beat in the mans head with a hammer. "You're just asking for me to do this you know!" You shout, using his words against him, "You look so hot like this honey! Maybe you should loosen up and smile more!"

Even after he died you kept beating in his head until he was unrecognizable. By now Otis was downstairs and he had seen a good portion of you beating on the pervert.

As you got up, covered in blood Baby wrapped you into a hug and jumped up and down. "That was so badass Y/N! I wanna see you do it again sometime! How about I help you too!"

Baby felt ecstatic about you killing for the first time. She wanted to see you do it over and over again. She really loved seeing the smile on your face after you gave the creep what was coming to him.

[tsukikumai]

Rising temperatures

Shu Yamino X reader (female)

NSFW (albeit not fully)!! Established relationship.

It was just a wholesome gaming session…. Right?

You and Shu were playing 1 v 1 valorant together. Of course, he was way more experienced than you were, but you still managed to kill him a few times. You guys had a gaming room, also his streaming room. Which was a room where your set ups were right next to each other. It was a nice place where you and Shu bonded.

You peak around the corner, locking eyes with Shu’s character. He fires a shot, only to be a millisecond too late as you crouched down, dodging it. However, your reflex served you right, and you one tapped Shu, ending the round.

“Ha ha!” You stood up in celebration, lightly dancing, “missed me, missed me, now you gotta ki-“ You stop yourself, realizing the word that was about to slip out of your mouth.

“Sorry, what did you say?” He questioned, his V shaped smile plastered across his face. He definitely knew what you said.

“N-nothing.” You stuttered, sitting back down into your chair.

“Now I gotta what?” He said, pulling the arm rest of your chair, closing the distance between you.

“I said… Nothing” You murmured. Suddenly you felt his hand grab onto the front of your neck, pulling you in.

In the blink of an eye, Shu’s lips met yours. His soft lips covered you, with a lingering taste of sweetness from the candy that he just had.

He chuckled at your flustered expression, although you could tell he felt the same too.

“Your wish is my command, Love.”

After his teasing, you started to become more and more unfocused on the game, losing to him during every turn.

No. You’re not just going to let him win here. Maybe this was part of his strategy, his tactic might’ve worked on you, but that doesn’t mean you can’t do the same.

“Can we take a break?” You said, pushing yourself away from the table. “Giving up so soon?” Shu teased, but he takes off his headphones, taking a stretch.

You scoffed, “I’m just going to the bathroom.” He laughed at your reaction, taking a sip of water.

Little did he know, you had a devised a plan. You walked past your bedroom into the wardrobe, taking out a thin piece of clothing. A purple set of lingerie, lightly cupping your chest, laced in all the right places. An extension piece wrapped around each of your thighs, a small bow in the back to top it all off. You have a few other sets, but this was by far his favorite, and the newest to the collection. You lightly touched up your hair and sprayed a little bit of perfume. You put your hoodie back on, covering the seductive clothing.

You walked back to the game room. Slowly opening the door, you see Shu on his phone, his back facing you. You swiftly hopped back into your gaming chair.

“Let’s continue.” You say, putting back on your headset while he only takes one glance at you, not noticing anything.

“Hahaha, alright, ready to be destroyed?” He teases, unpausing the game.

“Nope, I’m not gonna lose to you anymore.” You gave him a cheeky grin.

After a few rounds, you managed to do a bit better against him but he was still a few rounds ahead of you. Here’s where you began your plan.

“Why is it suddenly so hot in this room?” You said, pushing yourself away from the table to get Shu’s attention. He turned his head around to look at you, “is it? I think it’s fine-“ He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you slowly taking off your hoodie, revealing your body to him. He widened his eyes, you see his pupils dart around the room, not sure where to look or what to do.

“I- wh- huh???” He sneaked a hand up to cover his face, he was flustered, but you can see from his eyes that he’s smiling.

You just grinned at at the sorcerer, amused by his reactions.

“Shall we continue?”

Your boyfriend stayed silent and turned back to his monitor, but you could feel his eyes looking at you occasionally.

From then on, he was the one that kept losing to you, it seemed like Shu’s reaction time slowed down and you would kill him before he did.

“Haha! Let’s goo!”

“Eyyyy!”

“Woo!”

You cheered to yourself after each game.

Just as you were about to start the next round, Shu quickly stood up, slowly taking small steps toward you.

“Eh? S-shu?” You questioned, as he had a menacing look in his eyes.

He leaned down and looked you dead in the eyes, you could see his red ears from here. “Tsk, cheater.” Was the only thing he said before pushing his lips onto yours.

His soft hands roamed around your back, he gripped your waist lightly, signaling you to get off your chair and get onto him, he pulled both of you closer to his chair as he sat down. Without breaking contact, he guides you across, gently urging you to lower yourself to him. Your knees were on either side of him, your body steadily rested atop of his.

“Mhmhm..” Shu hummed in between your passionate kisses, telling that you did the right thing.

You pulled away, lightly brushing his hair out of the way as his gaze was fixed on your body. Shu’s face was tinted with pink, while he lightly panted for air.

You chuckle at his staring, “Hey,” you use your finger to lift his chin up, “eyes up here.” You grinned at him while his face turned a deeper shade of red.

“W-well it’s n-not my fault that….” His eyes focused on your body once more, he loses his sentence in an ocean of…. Lust.

Suddenly and quickly, he starts peppering light kisses across your revealed collar bone. Slowly beginning to suck on your skin, leaving a trail of light pink marks. You held him close as he did this, your head slightly leaned back as he held tightly onto your body. He moves down towards your chest, you feel his hand trace the curves of your body. He slowly undoes the knot that kept the lingerie piece on your upper body, with his mouth and teeth, of course. He looks up at you, eyes clouded by love, while he holds the piece of string between his teeth, pulling it back.

The piece of clothing falls down to the ground, and you see his eyes widen.

He continued to pepper kisses on your chest, his hand gripped at your thigh, intoxicated by your presence. Shu’s soft lips sent butterflies to your stomach every time you made contact.

You decided to push his buttons a little further, you began to grind your lower body onto his.

You felt his body tense up at this action, he slowly lifted himself back up to your eye level. His ears were bright red.

“You’re re-ally trying to d-drive me crazy aren’t y-ou…. Y/n?” His breath hitched, his eyes pierced through your soul as he waited for a response.

You could only let out a small laugh, “maaybe….” You teased, lightly shrugging, this only made your breast bounce a bit, and he notices.

“Hah!” He laughed slightly at your response, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Fine, if t-this is how you w-want it…”

His arm reached beneath his gaming chair, he pulled on a lever that lowered his back rest until he was half way lying down. His other arm held your back, ensuring that you came down with him.

His pretty eyes stared up at your face, he reached for a hair clip on his desk, quickly clipping parts of your hair back.

He slowly took his shirt off, grabbing your hands and put them firmly on his chest.

“It really is getting hot in here isn’t it, Dear?”

[crazyk-imagine]

Dress up Montage

Pairing: Benny Miller x (Insecure) fem!reader

Characters: Benny MIller, (Insecure) fem!reader, William “Ironhead” Miller, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Francisco “Catfish” Morales, Maria Valencia-Morales (OC from One Shot)

Warnings: Cursing, reader being insecure at times, Benny being cute and adorable, Benny comforting his girl, Will being the best non-official brother-in-law, the boys caring for reader, Santiago getting threatened by Will, cute future in law moment between Will and reader, mentions of marriage

Word Count: 2,331

*Idea came from @princessmermaid1289​ 

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“Why do I need to dress up so nice?” You ask, removing what feels like the millionth dress. ‘Why can’t any of these just look nice?’ You think to yourself, looking away from the bathroom mirror as you reach for your t-shirt. 

“Benny has a surprise for you after the fight,” says Will. 

You stick your head out of the bathroom door, staring at him with a raised brow. 

He shrugs, “I don’t know.” 

“I’ve got drinks,” Santiago lifts up the flavored water (that he likes more than the others), turning to see where the older Miller is looking. “Hey. You look great.” 

You blink once, “I only put on lipstick.” 

“And it is a beautiful color. What dress are you gonna wear?” 

You close the door, “I don’t know.” You throw your shirt back on. 

“What about the one you wore for Frankie and Maria’s third year anniversary?” Santiago suggests. 

“No.” 

“What about-” 

“None of them are what I’m looking for. Just- you two should go, it’s almost time for Benny to leave and I know you two need to help him.” 

They catch each other’s eye, Santiago shrugs. “We can-” 

“No, Will, you need to go and support your brother. I’ll be there before it’s time for him to fight, okay?” 

“I don’t like the thought of you being here alone,” Will tells you, leaning against the door. 

“I’m a big girl, Will. I’ll be there before you guys know it.” You grab a few of the dresses you tried on. 

He sighs, “you have your Christmas gift?” 

“Yes, I have my taser and pepper spray along with the skills of a boxer. Bye.” You sigh, setting the dresses back onto the toilet seat so you can lean against the sink counter with your head hung low. 

Their footsteps retreading gives you all you need, and the flood of emotions spills out of you. 

Your bottom lip wobbles, you raise your hand to your mouth, hiding the cries that escape you since the boys are a few feet away down the hall. 

-

Will gestures for Santiago to go out to the car where Frankie is, waiting for them. 

The latter nods and heads out to the car. 

-

Will walks into the garage, closing the door leaving it opened a crack (the door sometimes sticks, and it locks from the outside so, whoever is in the garage can’t get out. 

It’s on Benny’s to do list but the part he needs won’t come in for another two weeks). 

“I don’t think your plans gonna work.” 

“Why not?” The younger Miller asks, tinkering away on the car, needing something to do with his hands while he goes over everything that needs to be done, in order to make sure that this night goes as planned. 

“She can’t find a dress and wants to stay behind while we’re “at your fight”. You’ve got to come up with something better.” 

“Did you even try helping?” 

Will shoves his brother’s shoulder. “You’re on your own.” 

Benny chuckles, resting his hand against the car, “oh, come on. You know I didn’t mean it.” 

“Sure. We’ve got a couple of things to do. Make sure you’re there by six.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He wipes his hands on his grease-stained jeans. 

“I mean it, Benny.” 

“Uh huh.” 

The older Miller shakes his head, exiting the garage. ‘He’s not gonna be there at six.’ 

-

“So?” asks Santiago, who leans forward, resting his arms on the back of the seats. 

“We’re finishing up and those two will be late.” 

“You told him to be there by six?” 

“Yeah, I told him to be there by six.” 

“Alright, alright,” he raises his hands, leaning back as Frankie starts the car. “Someone’s a little testy.” 

“I will leave you two near the highway if you two don’t shut up,” Frankie chimes in. 

“Why is everyone so aggressive?” Santiago doesn’t look into the front window because he can feel Will’s side eye. 

“Maybe because you had to find the one thing that would make this whole plan fall apart.” 

“How was I supposed to know they wouldn’t have the right tablecloth?” 

“You didn’t order it!” 

“Because I thought we chose to do a different color pallet!” 

The car stops at a red light, the two quiet down looking around. 

“Do not kick us out,” Will tells the (“former”) pilot. 

“We’ll stop. I swear,” Santiago adds. 

Frankie shakes his head, praying that their fighting isn’t going to ruin the night.

- 

Benny’s put a lot of effort and roped them all into making sure everything goes well and the man with a pilot license is going to make sure that damn well happens. 

Benny stops in the kitchen, washing his hands before he heads towards your shared room. He stands there, listening to your sniffles. He sighs, sad to hear you feeling so down. 

This is supposed to be a fun and special night that neither of you will ever forever. 

He knocks on the bathroom door. 

You jump, a quiet gasp escaping you as you turn to face the door. “I told you guys to leave and go without me.” 

“It’s me.” 

“What- what- what are you doing here, Benny?” You take a step closer to the door, resting your hand on the door handle. 

“Don’t you have a fight you should be getting ready for?” 

“There’s no fight tonight.” 

Your head flinches back, not comprehending what he just said. “What? Then what am I getting ready for?” 

He avoids staring at the door, knowing that you're standing right there, staring at him. “I lied, there was never a big fight going on tonight.” 

“Why did you lie?” 

“I- uh- I planned something special.” 

“If you planned something special you could have told me.” 

“It’s a surprise.” 

“You know I don’t like surprises.” 

“Which is why I didn’t tell you about this one and wanted things to go the way I planned,” he tells you with a cocky tone. 

You close your eyes and rest your head on the door. “I don’t have anything to wear,” you weakly tell him. 

“Yeah, you do.” 

You can see his shadow coming from underneath the door. “No.” 

“If you open the door, I can help you pick out the “perfect” dress.” 

You open the door, sticking your head out, “you just want me to strip down so you can try and seduce me before you force me out of the house for your supposedly “special night plans”. Don’t you try to pretend that you’re going to help me… horn dog.” 

Benny holds his hands up. “Hey, hey. I’ve got plans for us and we have to be there by six.” 

“Will?” 

He nods. “Okay,” he steps forward. “Let me in.” 

“As long as you promise not to seduce me.” 

“Promise.” 

You open the bathroom door wider, giving him room to enter before you lean against the wall with the hands being a divider between your back and the wall. 

“Except for this.” 

You try to ask him what he’s talking about, except you can’t. You reach for him, hands slipping up his chest and resting on the back of his neck as your fingers play with his slightly overgrown hair. 

He pulls back, neither of you open your eyes for a few minutes. Benny reaches for one of your hands and slides it down, resting it over his heart. He pulls you closer, laying your head on his chest so he can rest his head on top of yours. 

“You better hope you didn’t ruin my make-up.” 

A smile stretches the corners of his lips high up on his cheeks. “It’ll make for good pictures.” 

“Horn dog.” 

“Your horn dog,” he pecks the top of his head. “Now, let’s find you that dress.” 

“You just to see me half naked.” 

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “That’s a plus.” He glances up in the mirror and catches your stare. “Yeah, yeah. I know, horn dog.” 

“But you’re my horn dog.” 

“Exactly.” 

-

“Okay, now that you’re dressed-” 

“It doesn’t look good.” He immediately drops the dresses onto the bed and runs back into the bathroom, hands on your hips as he pushes you back against the sink, lifting you on top of it. He cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “You look amazing. No, no,” he stops you before you could argue with him. “You look so beautiful right now and I don’t want to hear you say anything else but that.” 

“But I-” He shakes his head, “say it.” 

You pout with furrowed brows. 

“Say it.” 

“I look good.” 

“Not quite what I was going for, but it works. Again.” 

“I look beautiful.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath. 

“Yeah, you do. I’m gonna take a shower, get dressed and we’re going to the surprise I have for you.” 

You nod, not ready to say anything. 

He pecks your lips, “I love you, okay?” He steps back, kicking off his shoes. “It’s your choice to stay here to kindly observe and ogle me.” 

You scoff, “I have other things to worry about than your greasy hands.” 

-

You quickly wipe the corner of your eyes and reach for your makeup, needing to touch up a few things. 

“Hey, babe?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Can you get the outfit I have hanging in the closet?” 

“Lazy,” you mutter. 

The shower door slides open, he sticks his head out with shampoo still in his hair. “I heard that.” 

You turn to him and chuckle. “I hope you did. Wash that out before you get shampoo in your eye.” 

He closes the door. “Too late.” 

You groan, “don’t cry about it to me.” 

“It hurts.” 

“That sounds like crying.” 

“It is!” 

You shake your head, a smile never leaving your face as you search for his clothes. 

-

“Okay. Let’s go.” He grabs your hand; you jerk your hand causing him to stop. “What is it?” 

“Where are we going?” 

He sighs, “I told you I’m not telling you.” 

“Please,” you clutch his arm, squishing your cheek against his shoulder. 

He shakes his head, “no. It’s almost time for us to leave and if we’re late, Will is gonna kill me.” 

“Fine.” It’s your turn to drag him outside. “I’m driving,” you try to grab the keys from your boyfriend, only for him to raise his arm and keep the keys out of your reach. 

“I don’t think so.” 

“Why not?” 

“Do you know where you’re going?” He chuckles watching as your dejected body walks towards the car. 

-

“I need you to close your eyes.” 

“What?” Your head snaps over to his, “no.” 

“Oh, come on. Please. Do you hear that? I’m asking nicely, manners and all.” 

You can’t argue with him as he gets out of the car, walking around towards your side. You bite your lip and unbuckle your seatbelt before launching yourself over towards the other side of the car. 

Your plan doesn’t go as planned and you’re yanked out before you could even touch the lock button. “Really?” 

“I just realized I forgot to put on perfume, it’s gonna ruin the whole surprise.” 

“You look and smell incredible, stop making excuses.” He places his hands on your waist and gently spins you around. “It’s all gonna be worth it. I promise.” 

You gulp as you stare into his eyes. “I look beautiful.” 

He blinks once and cracks a smile when he realizes that you’re telling him you’re on board. “You look beautiful.” 

“And I’m going to let you drag me off to whatever it is you have planned because you worked hard to make this happen and even though I’m having an off day, we’re going to get through it.” 

“Together?” 

“Don’t push it.” 

Even though the other three were fighting about the display, they managed to make it look absolutely amazing (and with no major fights… Santiago complains about a “mysterious” bruise three days after this). 

You and Benny have a wonderfully prepared and delicious dinner, prepared by the Morales’ or else it would have been take-out (Santiago can’t cook for shit and burns everything he makes… even toast.) 

“Okay, now that we’ve finished dinner. What’s next on the agenda?” 

“Desert?” 

You furrow your brows, “is that a question or an answer?” 

“Yes.” He blocks your view of the dessert, mumbling to himself. 

“Ben?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You lookin’ for something?” 

His shoulder tense up. “… no.” 

“You sure?” 

He spins around to face you. “Did you find it?” 

“I want to lie so I don’t ruin the surprise but, yes.” You lift the black ring box up for him. You sniff, “I didn’t open it though. I swear.” 

He covers your hand and the box with his, kneeling in front of you. 

Your heartbeat increases at the sight. 

He pecks his hand and takes the box out of your grasp. “I think we both know what’s about to happen here.” 

You nod, unable to give him a proper response. 

He takes a deep breath. “Will you-” 

You squeal, “yes! Yes!” And wrap your arms around his neck, he wraps his arms around your before either of you could fall. 

“I take it that’s a yes.” 

You smack his shoulder, “don’t be a smartass.” 

He shrugs, “can’t do that.” He opens the box and slips the ring onto your finger. 

“Wait… is this why you kept saying we would remember today forever?” 

“Yeah, and he wouldn’t shut up about it.” 

You suck in your bottom lip as you smile. “That seems like something he would do.” 

“Great now I’ve got my fiancée and my brother teaming up against me.” 

“Ah, you hear that,” Santiago wraps an arm around you. “He called you, his fiancée.” 

Frankie pulls Benny up, showing him the pictures, he took. 

Will takes a seat beside you after shoving Santiago away. “You feeling better?” 

“I feel fan-fucking-tastic… future brother-in-law.” 

That manages to get a man to crack a smile, something that doesn’t always come easily. 

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Breathe ~ D.W. (part 9)

A/n: Been ages huh? I always come back to this series eventually I love it too much. So here’s another installment after ages. I suppose I’ll never be free of it lol. Hope y’all enjoy!!

MASTERLIST

When the TARDIS lurched under their feet, Y/n knew something was wrong. Then it sputtered and Rose caught herself on the railing and the trio all exchanged looks. “What’s this then?” Rose bit. She had been trying extra hard recently to keep things cheery. It had been rough on Y/n, which had been rough on the Doctor, so she had to give more effort than usual to draw them into bantering with her.

Well, maybe Y/n.

The Doctor had a knack for bouncing back.

It showed now as they finally parked and he shrugged, slinging his arm over her shoulders as they all slipped out of the door, Y/n leading them. “I don’t know. It’s like she didn’t want to land. Like she’s having a hard time…”

“Like this place makes her sick,” Y/n offered in more clarification. He felt it on the edges of himself. Something roiling just under the surface. It reminded him that they were connected and that made him anxious. Or maybe she was anxious and he was just feeling it. It seemed the longer he was part of this journeying the stronger the link between them got and the harder it was to distinguish what was him, what was Doctor, and what was TARDIS.

Rose raised an eyebrow, looking over at Y/n. “Well if it’s going to be trouble we can always just… pop back in. Head out.” Her tone lilted with humor and Y/n found himself smiling even before the other two burst out laughing.

“I think… we’re in a cupboard. Come on.” And off they went. They wandered, doors opening and closing, announcing themselves every time. The Doctor went on about humanity and their bases and the things they were made for and it was like every other time. Y/n had long since learned when to engage and when it was okay to space out. Keeping present was growing more and more difficult so he tried not to pull himself.

Perhaps that’s why he so quickly saw the writing on the wall when they entered the new room. “Welcome to Hell,” Rose echoed and the Doctor teased her about it but she laughed and pointed it out. And then suddenly the Doctor was frowning just like Y/n was.

On the wall was spray painted the phrase Rose had read aloud. But underneath there were symbols. Definitely a language, but not one that was translated for them. Not one they could automatically understand.

“Well that’s not right,” Y/n mumbled.

“What does it say?” Rose asked.

The Doctor shot forward to get a closer look and Rose followed but Y/n stayed back. That queasy feeling had grown the closer they’d gotten to this room and Y/n was not a fan. “I don’t know - it won’t translate.” He sounded as disturbed by that as Y/n felt.

Rose looked between the writing and the Doctor. “But I thought the TARDIS translated everything, writing as well.” They both looked back to where Y/n was standing and it shocked him to realize they were looking to him for answers on what was going on with the TARDIS. It made sense but it was more pressure than he liked. Is this how the Doctor always felt?

“It feels… wrong.” He shrugged and the Doctor’s eyebrows furrowed even more.

“Well it’s old for sure,” the Doctor tried. “Very old. Impossibly old.” He stood and began to open the next door. “We should find who’s in charge. If we’ve gone beyond the reach of the TARDIS that’s never good news.” The door began to open and Y/n took a step after them but froze with shock at the mass of figures on the other side of it.

The Doctor and Rose weren’t so lucky. They almost rammed into the creatures and screamed in shock. The Doctor began to babble and charm like he always did, immediately trying to get a way in so he could take control and get the information he needed. His banter was ignored.

“We must feed,” the creatures said in unison. Little lamps they all held light up when their voices echoed and with them having no visible mouth Y/n distantly wondered if the little lamps were maybe somehow also the source of the voices. The creatures had tentacles where lips should be and a tube coming out from between them attaching to the little light. Y/n took a step back.

“We must feed,” echoed the words from the hoard beyond the door.

“You’ve got to what?” The Doctor asked, immediately off put by the lack of a response to anything he’d said.

“We must feed,” the creatures echoed again.

“Yeah I think they mean us,” Rose snapped and yanked the Doctor back as the Ood pushed through the doorway and into the room. The pair ran right into Y/n who spun with them to run and found the door on the other side of the room had opened at one point as well and more Ood were coming from there as well. When had it opened?

“We must feed,” echoed over and over, overlapping and disconnecting so it wasn’t in sync anymore. The Ood approached closed and closed and closed until the trio was backed against the wall. The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver, Rose grabbed a chair and Y/n put himself in front of them for safety. And then…

Suddenly they all stopped. “We must feed,” said the one in the very front. Then he looked down at the little light he was carrying and shook it until it flickered and then hit it once. “You. If you are hungry.” His eyes crinkled in what Y/n knew was an attempt at a smile.

The Doctor was the first to switch back into a friendly mode. “Sorry?” He asked gently.

“We apologize,” the Ood began again. “Electromagnetics have interfered with speech systems. Would you like some refreshment?” Rose slowly put the chair down and Y/n relaxed. The Doctor grabbed his hand to ground him. He’d gotten a lot more affectionate with small stuff like that. Little things to help keep Y/n here with them instead of spacing out again.

As they tried to come up with a response another door opened, this one announcing itself properly like the others had. “What the hell?” A man was on the other side. He wore a gray shirt, black leather jacket and dog tags. Behind him was a black haired man and a black woman, both with guns. The trio approached those they were clearly stunned to see on their ship. He raised his wrist to his mouth and spoke into it. “Captain-“

Something distant echoed in Y/n’s mind. Something hollow and echoing. Something ancient. It was an ache in Y/n’s bones, a breath on the back of his neck that made the hairs on his arms stand up. A chill across his spine.

Something was watching them.

There was an alarm, he registered distantly. They were rushing off to meet the captain and everything was shaking and they were holding on for dear life and as his vision blurred he swore he saw something.

Someone.

The eyes were clearest. Y/n couldn’t look away from them. Black pits of eternal darkness one could fall into and never hit the floor. Heat licked across his skin, he was sure of it. He was burning. Someone was screaming. There was blonde cropped hair and a sickening smile and hands reaching out. Black veins on white skin and those symbols…. Everywhere. Not smeared with wear and tear like the paint on the wall. No this was a tattoo. A brand. Y/n looked down at his hands and saw it like up when his fingers pressed together.

A hand in his. He looked over to see Rose this time. Her eyes were on the group in the room. Introductions, names he couldn’t keep on his head. Except… Toby. He wondered why.

His eyes flickered back to his hands. There was nothing there.

He looked up and tried to play it cool. He couldn’t melt down in front of all these strangers. They didn’t seem particularly keen on three strangers showing up out of nowhere and they didn’t need to push their luck. He thanked Rose for her attention to him, and especially to the way she played it off now and didn’t look at him. Kept her comfort private so no one else had to gawk at whatever episode Y/n seemed to be having more and more of.

The names stopped as the woman introducing everyone pulled a lever to reveal where they were and what was going on outside with the storm. “This,” she said as the roof above them began to open. “This is home.”

“Careful,” the captain said from his seat. “The sight of it has driven some people mad.”

Y/n wasn’t too worried. They’d either seen something equivalent or much worse.

He should have maybe been a bit more worried than he was.

When the roof opened enough to actually see they all shot to their feet, eyes wide and lips parted. The thing in front of them… “That’s a black hole,” Rose offered.

“Impossible,” the Doctor breathed. But it was possible. Ida, the woman who had introduced everyone before, met the Doctor’s doubt with hard truth and undeniable fact. They could see it for themselves. There was a black hole and here they were. In orbit around it. Suspended just fine, safe, as stars and planets - whole solar systems - were pulled into the hole and demolished. That was the storm. The desolation of every corner of eternity this black hole could reach as it was all swallowed into oblivion, ramming into an impossible ship kept in place.

A complete breaking of physics. Even the Doctor was stunned.

He kept asking though. Kept getting all the details, every single one, and Rose learned about the Ood.

It was then that Y/n realized he already knew the name of the creatures. When had he started calling them that? When had he simply known what they were called? Was this a new ability? Seeing the past and the future, and now the present as well? Simply knowing things all throughout time?

It could be worse.

Y/n smiled as the Doctor got excited about humans and their gumption and curiosity and borderline stupidity. It was a reminder to himself as well. That not everything was bad. That there was still hope as long as humanity was horribly curious, a little brave, and quite stupid.

As the Doctor was telling them to leave, Ida made a comment that stopped Y/n cold though. “Look who’s talking. How did you get here then?” The Doctor began to ramble about the TARDIS, knowing he couldn’t really explain it, and where they’d parked. How it tended to simply appear places.

Then the captain - Zack - said something that made Y/n realize why the others had gone from suddenly. “In storage six?” Storage six. The Doctor and Y/n realized it at the same time. Earlier Zack had made a comment about how the Earthquake during the storm had taken some of the base out. Strange five through eight.

The Doctor was running but Y/n found himself still. Staying behind. That fear wasn’t there, the emptiness hadn’t settled. He didn’t even have time to wonder if it was shock before the Doctor was back and looking at Y/n. “What is it?” He asked.

Y/n pursed his lips. “I don’t know. It’s like last time. Like I still feel that connection, that draw. She wasn’t dead last time and I… I don’t think she’s gone this time either.” He shrugged. “I know it sounds silly-“

“It’s not silly, it’s impossible,” Zack said flatly. “We don’t have the extra resources to find your ship.”

“It’s fallen to the center - right where you’re already going,” the Doctor tried.

“Not entirely. It’s just off and we can’t afford that. No extra resources, Doctor. Nothing. No exceptions.”

It wasn’t crushing like last time. There was peace to it. Y/n had leaned back against the control panel and now the Doctor joined him, their shoulders touching. The contact was enough. Potentially losing the TARDIS in the other dimension had been world ending but that weight just wasn’t there. The Doctor looked at Y/n with a sort of desperation and it was clear. Perhaps he had lost the TARDIS, but they’d already discussed this once. They didn’t have to again. He had Y/n. Maybe that could be enough.

“I’ve trapped you here.” The Doctor looked at Rose with apology. Maybe he wasn’t spiraling but he still had other things to worry about. Other ways to torture himself.

“Don’t worry so much,” Rose dismissed immediately. “Y/n said-“

“Y/n’s abilities are sometimes even beyond my own,” the Doctor agreed. “But we can’t always depend on that. If something goes wrong… all this means is that the TARDIS isn’t dead. There are other ways to lose people.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We may never get you back to your mother again.”

Immediately Rose shook her head. “We’ll be fine.” The building shook and she leaned into the Doctor. He wrapped his arms around her as Y/n’s cheek pressed to the Doctor’s shoulder. “We’ll be fine,” she whispered again. It was a lot to process but she was handling it a little better with a little bit of home with her. Y/n supposed he made things like this easier for both of them. A sudden pressure to never let anything happen to himself settled on him more than he’d realized before.

Oh boy.

They took a minute and then headed to the mess hall to get some food. The Doctor and Rose went to get food, Rose offering to get Y/n something as well. He nodded, realizing she had seen the headache he was feeling coming on. He sat and waited for the others as images began to press into his mind. Red eyes this time. Lips parted in a scream. A blue box falling into darkness. Orange skin… plastic? A hazmat suit maybe?

“Are you okay?” Rose set a test down in front of him and he took it with a weak smile.

“It’s that thing I do. But… I don’t know.”

“Seeing the past?” The Doctor asked.

Y/n swallowed. “Seeing the future.” The Doctor’s eyes widened but he didn’t say anything. “It really only manifested as moments the last times it happened. Nothing significant. Sometimes not even something I can make sense of. But this - it’s not even like that. It was always my personal future. Tiny glimpses.” He smiled softly but it crumbled quickly. “This is something darker. I don’t know - it’s like something is trying to get to me. Reaching out. And the closer it gets the more I see something happening seconds ahead of me. Maybe something happening right now, or right now, or now.” He sighed.

Rose rested her cheek on his shoulder. “We’re a long way from home.”

Y/n managed a smile at that. “Oh it’s not too far. What would you say Doctor, 500 years or so?”

The Doctor paused and Y/n registered that calculating expression. The careful placement of his features and the thin line his lips had pressed into. It was a look Y/n knew but had never seen before. The look of someone who was walking a cliff edge. The Doctor didn’t like soldiers, he never had. People who carry guns and get angry and fight fire with fire. Sure they were dangerous and made matters worse more often than not. But… they also remind the Doctor of himself. He needs companions that ground him and pull him from that precipice that threatens to pull him under constantly.

Could Y/n be that for him anymore?

It was a terrifying thought.

And a daunting task.

Y/n looked away as Ida spoke up and opened the roof to show them something. A red streak moving through the sky. What used to be the Scarlet System, getting devoured. It made Rose homesick. She checked her phone and sighed.

“No signal.” She tried to smile and fell short. “We’ve never been out of the TARDIS’ reach before. But, I suppose even if I could. What would I even say to her?” She looked at Y/n as if he could have an answer and got a shrug in response.

“No one knows what would satiate Jackie Tyler. She makes up her own mind about that sort of thing.”

That actually got Rose to smile. “You can’t build another TARDIS can you? Two geniuses like yourselves.”

The Doctor paused, eyes on Y/n. “They weren’t built. They were grown. And with my home planet gone… we’re kind of stuck.”

Rose reached over, taking Y/n’s hand. He rested his cheek on top of her head. “Could be worse,” she tried. “This lot said they’d give us a lift.”

“And then what?” The Doctor was still looking at Y/n when he asked it but his eyes slowly drifted to Rose and stayed there.

She looked back, frowning. “I don’t know. Find a planet. Get a job. Live your life the same as the rest of the universe.”

“The long way around,” Y/n mused.

“I’d have to settle down,” the Doctor pouted. “Get a house or something. A proper house with-“ he stuttered over words for a second. “Doors and things. Carpets. Me, living in a house! Now that… that…” he struggled again and Y/n reached across to take his hand with the one he had free. The Doctor relaxed and eased.

“We can do it together. Figure out how to live something mundane and normal after… all we’ve seen together.” He scoffed and the Doctor and Rose actually laughed.

Rose lifted her head. “Oh god you and I, getting married one day? What do you say?”

Y/n barely contained a grin. “Well I suppose.” His eyes flickered over to the Doctor who suddenly seemed nervous. “Jackie will kill us for getting married without her.” They both laughed.

“Oh, Jackie,” the Doctor sighed. “I promised her I’d always bring you back home.”

Rose raised a hand to fiddle with her earring, eyeing the black hole but not really seeing it. It was just something to look at. “Everyone leaves home in the end.”

The Doctor grew a little more sober. “Not to end up stuck here.”

“Stuck here with you two,” Rose shot back. “That’s not so bad.” She squeezed Y/n’s hand, reaching over with her free hand to take the Doctor’s other as well. She must have squeezed his hand as well because he squeezed Y/n’s and that made him smile.

The Doctor pulled Y/n’s hand to his lips, leaving a kiss on the knuckles. “Marriage. Scary.” Y/n blushed at the implication of this conversation. The fact that they were having it at all. The Do toe seemed so okay with it all. He had been running his entire life… could he stop? Was he even capable of it?

Rose’s phone rang and the trio looked at it at the same time, confusion taking over all their expressions. She raised the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” Nearly the second she said it her face went blank and she chuckled the phone to get it away from her. Y/n and the Doctor both tensed and she turned them with urgency in her eyes. “We need to discuss something. Y/n’s visions - they’re not the in out weird thing. The Ood keep saying weird things, and my call just now- He is awake. That’s what it said.”

The Doctor suddenly got very serious. “Y/n I need to hear every detail of your visions that you can remember. Every single one.”

He told him. Told him about the eyes and the blackness and the red ones too. The inky symbols on his skin and the voice and the breath on the back of his neck. After Rose mentioned the Ood said something in the cafeteria earlier they were on the move.

They asked about the Ood and found there was a telepathic field they all communicated through because they were empathic. Y/n couldn’t focus. That queasy feeling hadn’t ever really left but he had gotten used to it. But now it was getting worse again, pressing against the back of his throat. Words were fading out and he gripped the railing so as not to collapse.

All he could hear was-

“He is awake.” It was Rose’s voice. But he didn’t really seem to care. All his brain could provide him was one response. Words stuck in his throat that needed to get out. That forced their way.

“And you will worship him.” Y/n spoke in sync with the Ood and Rose jumped.

The Doctor looked between Y/n and the Ood and grabbed the railing with both hands.

“He is awake,” the Doctor echoed.

“And you will worship him,” Y/n was forced to say again. Then distant voices, far away again, like warbling in between static in a radio. Nothing at all. And then Y/n felt dizzy and his eyes fluttered and his grip loosened and he heard that scream again. A distant, high pitched woman’s scream. He saw fingers clinging to metal, loosening, and hands disappearing out of view.

Someone had died.

But he couldn’t save her.

He couldn’t even save himself.

He was falling too. Into blackness again. Into that darkness in those eyes. And his time when he fell there was no touch to shake him out of it. He just kept falling. He was suddenly sure he always would be.

-

When Y/n woke up he was covered in sweat. His body temperature was too high; he already knew it. He was on the ground, on his side. Still in the room with the Ood but now he has a pillow under his head. “What happened?”

Someone nervy offered a hand and he took it, letting them help him to his feet. “You passed out. The drill stopped and Ida and the Doctor went down to see about the power source.”

Y/n’s heart stopped. Bad. Very bad. This was not good. “Where’s Rose?”

“Command deck. She- hey! You’re supposed to stay here!”

But Y/n was running. He booked it as fast as he could, opening door after door and barely pausing to close it behind him. He hit the command deck and the door opened just as he saw what he knew he would. Toby, eyes red, those black symbols covering every inch of skin, lips blue. Dead. Something else controlling him.

Everyone jumped when Y/n entered. Toby spun around and locked eyes with him, grinning. “Oh it’s you. My favorite.”

Y/n’s face darkened. “Shut it. You’ll say anything to make me hate myself.”

Toby laughed. Well, his body did at least. That hadn’t been Toby for hours now. “I don’t need to make you do anything. You already do. Do you want to know a secret?” He stepped forward and Y/n held his ground, eyes blazing. Rose reached for him but stopped in her fear. Paused a little too long and didn’t quite touch him. “He hates you too. He sees the corruption in you, and you will lose him as you will lose everyone.”

It wasn’t a speech. It wasn’t a threat. But there was an emptiness to it. This creature couldn’t see the future. But it could see the present, and the comment about the Doctor hating him really could be true. How often did the devil lie? No beating around the bush, no manipulation, no twisting, no half truth. A full lie.

He tried not to think about it.

He didn’t even pause, didn’t even wait. He spun around and hooked his arm around Rose. “Run!” He shouted. Toby groaned and the ink on his skin puffed into smoke in the air. Leaving him clean. And wafting into the Ood, whose eyes turned red. The door had been left open by him and he ushered them all through it. Unfortunately the way Y/n had come was the way toward more Ood and they were stopped by the man who’d woken Y/n earlier.

“Get back!” He yelled. “It’s the Ood! Go the other way!”

So they did the only thing they could do. They went back, and the idiots with guns did the only thing they were good at: they killed the Ood in their way now. Y/n tried to blink the memories away of a different fire. A battle like this. Whatever was amplifying the Doctor’s memories in his mind - this wasn’t the time.

He moved to Rose as she got in contact with the Doctor. “Are you okay?” He asked quietly. The others were yelling at the Ood and some new weapon but Rose was all Y/n cared about now.

She looked at him, recognizing that haunted look in his eyes again. The fear he’d had when her face had been wiped.

She grabbed his hand. “I’m okay, don't worry yourself. Not too much. I need that thinker of yours.” He nodded immediately.

And then he did something a little scary. He turned, kicking Jefferson in the chest. Rose screamed but Jefferson dropped the gun and that was what mattered. Y/n kicked the gun down the hall. It slid past Toby, still on the ground, and out of reach. “What did you do that for?” Jefferson yelled. He was the leader of the soldiers and guards here and Y/n didn’t trust him.

Not just because he’d had a gun.

“You were going to shoot Toby.”

Jefferson blinked. “How did you-?”

Rose looked at Jefferson with fury. “Don’t touch a hair on his head!”

“I don’t follow orders from you,” the old man snapped. “I saw him infected. I saw him bring that thing in here, whatever got to the Ood and messed them up. We all did!”

“What we all saw was that whatever it was, it’s gone,” Rose snapped back. Her voice grew gentler as she approached the man, trying to be as non threatening as possible. Y/n couldn’t do that right now - he was reeling again. “Look at his face, nothing there. It passed into the Ood. He’s clean.”

That wasn’t quite right, Y/n was sure of it. Or maybe he was being paranoid. Either way it didn’t matter. If they could save Toby they had to try - and Jefferson would kill him if he thought he was any kind of threat.

Rose did well.

Jefferson backed off.

As the Doctor and Ida began to get on the capsule to be brought up to the surface, something it took them a second to decide on, the lights flickered and comms were taken over by the Ood. All of then that could, squishing into frame to tell them the Devil was coming after them. That it would kill them all and escape. Telling them things about their past it shouldn’t know. Listed them one by one, with titles and insights about who they were that was… impossible.

It called Y/n ‘the failure who no one can help but trust, who will let them all down when it matters’ and Y/n felt that feeling again. The breath on the back of his neck. And maybe he was pet TARDIS and part Timelord and maybe he was immortal and maybe if he fell into that black hole nothing would happen to him. But it would kill the Doctor and it would kill Rose and he wouldn’t be able to stop it. Nothing else mattered. They would fail. They would die.

The Doctor’s voice cut through the chaos after some feedback got everyone to go silent. The Doctor rallied everyone as he always did. Reminded them they had a chance. Gave them a boost, encouraged them, kept them going. And then the cord that was supposed to pull up the capsule with them inside it snapped and the feedback cut and sure they had life signs but by all intents and purposes, Ida and the Doctor were trapped ten miles below them with no way out and no way to even communicate.

They were gone.

Y/n fell to his knees.

Rose took control. She led everyone as she always could in a pinch. Got everyone organized as she’s learned from the Doctor. No one could deny the authority in her voice - especially when she was completely correct. She used every single person on a taste to complete a plan. They’d travel through the vents to get to Ood habitation and filter a virus that would kill all of them. Zack would filter air as they went by hand. They’d have to be fast and they’d have to stay together. Danny, the man who had been there when Y/n woke up, who usually watched the Ood, made the virus and then they were off. Rose grabbed Y/n’s hand and she gave him a look. Stone hard and cold.

“Promise me you can do this. I need you to move on your own now.”

Rose’s words stung. He hated being a liability. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He felt useless and stuck. The heat was rising inside him.

But he could do anything for her. “Of course I can. I’m sorry Rose. I didn’t mean to make you doubt me.”

“I never doubt you,” she promised. And that did make him feel better.

They were in the vents as quickly as they could get, but the Ood followed. Jefferson stayed behind to slow them down and they raced as fast as they could to get as far away as possible. But he stayed too long and the door closed and he was left behind. Losing air. And he said his goodbyes. Then he was gone.

Y/n saw it in moments. Flashes. Like a skipping tape. Could feel the heat creeping up again and all he could do was focus on going forward no matter what. Unfortunately when they’re next junction opened the Ood we’re waiting for them and they had to leave the vents and book it on foot. They raced to Ood habitation and Danny input the virus just in time. All the Ood died.

This time Y/n blocked it out. That connection he had, that link he seemed to be tapping into. The part of the TARDIS that connected him to everything around him. He shut it off. The heat stopped and he felt suddenly freezing. His vision focused, his heart beat slowed and his breathing evened. The Ood died and whatever was sinking into Y/n was gone.

They all ran to the comms to try and get to the Doctor and Ida, but they were still down so Zack began to work to try and boost comms to get to them.

Rose looked at Y/n. “You’re looking better. What happened?”

Y/n shook his head. “I don’t know I-“ he felt a deep and profound loss. Something was missing. Something was gone. It terrified him.

But before they could figure it out Zack stepped back and Rose grabbed the comm to try and get to Ida. She yelled for them to report, and they got a voice back.

Ida’s.

“He’s gone,” was all she said at first.

Rose and Y/n locked eyes. “What do you mean he’s gone?” Rose asked. But there was agony in both of their eyes.

“He fell,” Ida answered. And they couldn’t blame her because Rose had asked, but Y/n wanted to. “Into the pit. And I don’t know how deep it is - miles and miles and miles.

Rose blinked, looked away. Tried to hold on to something. There was loss in Y/n’s eyes but she refused to believe it in a million years. He didn’t want her to believe it anyway. The loss he felt wasn’t for the Doctor. Not yet. He wasn’t sure… he couldn’t know if the Doctor was dead or not. Not anymore. Or maybe… maybe the loss was the knowing. Maybe that was the thing he didn’t have. It made his heart sink.

“What do you mean he fell?” Rose asked.

“I couldn’t stop him,” Ida answered and it made Y/n’s eyes water. Of course she couldn’t. No one could have. “He said your name, Rose.”

Rose didn’t respond. She handed the comm to Zack and he talked to Ida as Rose looked at Y/n. “We can’t leave him,” she whispered.

Y/n stared at her with wide eyes. “Rose I… no. We can’t stay here. We’ll die.”

“We won’t. He’ll be back,” she insisted. “You know the Doctor will be back Y/n.”

“No.” Y/n shook his head but Rose had that look in her eyes again. The unstoppable look. Like nothing would convince her or change her mind. And Y/n knew it wouldn’t.

“What’s the matter?” Zack asked as he turned from the comms.

Y/n shot him a very meaningful glance. “She wants to stay on the planet.”

“I want to wait for him,” Rose insisted. “He’ll come back and I have to be here. We have to be here!”

Zack stared at her with pity. “I’m sorry but… he’s dead.”

Rose shook her head. “You don’t know him like we do. Y/n, tell him.”

But Y/n couldn’t help her this time. “I do know him Rose, you’re right. And I know he’s probably not dead. But I also know he can’t get to us. I also know he’d be furious if we stayed. I know that no matter where we go he’ll find us if he can. We don’t have to wait here, no matter where we are, he’ll find us. And staying here won’t help, we'll just get in the way. He’ll pull some miracle and he’ll come back but we have to trust him alright? We have to trust that he’ll find us when we leave, and we have to take care of ourselves and each other in the meantime.” He grabbed her hand. “Please.”

Rose hesitated too long. Y/n thought she was going to argue again. But then she just met his gaze. “Promise me he’ll come back. Promise me he’s alive and has a plan. With your thing, your connection. Tell me he’s okay.”

Y/n did something perhaps quite cruel.

He lied.

“I promise. I have all the Doctor’s brain up here-“ he tapped his forehead. “And he’s figuring it out right now. He’s facing it no problem and he needs us to be safe so he can be the hero again. You know him.” He offered his hand and she paused a second longer but then nodded and took it.

She could hate him later. He would tell her when they were safe. When she couldn’t get hurt or put her life on the line meaninglessly.

They all made their way to the rocket as fast as they could. Buckled in as Zack began to work as quickly as he could to get them to lift off. They were gone as quickly as they could, Y/n reaching over to take Rose’s hand when she looked out the window to watch the planet disappear from view. Somewhere in the middle of it she looked away, toward Y/n. “It doesn’t make sense.”

Y/n frowned. “What doesn’t?”

“We escaped. But if it just wanted to kill us, I mean, it could have in a bunch of different ways. Ripped the whole thing apart, skipped the monologue and just started killing. But it didn’t. It’s like it let us go.”

Toby suddenly turned to Rose before Y/n could respond. “Rose, would you do us a favor? Shut up.” His words were so harsh and so sudden and violent. Rose looked at Y/n and he nodded. That was when the gravity field collapsed. They began falling into the black hole. Toby screamed something and Y/n watched with wide eyes as Rose grabbed the bolt shooter and took aim at the window and pulled the trigger. The glass exploded and everyone screamed as the vacuum of space pulled against them. Rose unbuckled Toby. He was pale again, eyes red and symbols back across his skin.

Zack threw up the shields and they stopped suffocating. Y/n wasn’t much aware. He was seeing things again.

The vision started with glimpses like they usually did. A woman with red hair, then two, both ruffling Y/n’s hair and laughing at something he’d said, but at very different times. A man with dark skin as he rolled his eyes at an older white man and a blonde woman next to them in a long, gray coat that was awkwardly looking between them. Another old man, but this one much grumpier than the last one. A few of him actually. Mostly of him scowling until his eyes landed on Y/n, and then softening. Sometimes the old man was with a brunette woman with a sly, teasing smile hidden behind her hand, and sometimes he was with a black woman who laughed loudly and openly teased the old man for looking at Y/n the way he did. There was another woman too, with brown hair that curled even though she often wore it tied on top of her head. She glared at Y/n, sneering even as she made jokes that Y/n seemed to genuinely laugh at - which only seemed to irritate the woman more.

The visions seemed to catch the second they hit the man with the bow tie again. They stopped and slowed. Not flashes, but moments. He was dancing with Y/n. He was running and gripping Y/n’s hand. He was blubbering about being kissed by someone named Amy, and the drama of it all and how he really didn’t mean it while Y/n laughed. He was wearing an odd hat Y/n had never seen before, but it got ripped off his head and thrown in the air and a shot rang out through the air.

Y/n spun around to see another woman. She had curly blonde hair and a smirk across her lips. Her eyes were bright and shining and when she saw Y/n looking at her there was something distinctly flirty about it. It was confusing. It was easy to tell the Doctor apart from companions. Even the blonde woman with the bob - the anxious one who had been looking between the two arguing men - Y/n knew she was the Doctor too. Companions had such a distinct energy…

This woman wasn’t the Doctor. She carried a gun and there was a dangerous edge to her that Y/n knew the Doctor was capable of but would never display as proudly as this woman was. And yet… there was something about her. She wasn’t a companion. Y/n would say the Master if that were possible but she couldn’t be. She had such a similar energy to the woman with dark curly hair that pinned it up, but the irritation that woman had displayed toward Y/n wasn’t there. And she made Y/n feel very different things.

The next few visions were all of her. Most of them she had that smirk on her face, and some of them she was kissing Y/n. And some of them she was kissing the Doctor - the man on the bow tie.

So definitely not the Master then.

None of them told him how they all fell in love, and it shook him that Rose was nowhere in sight, but it was clear that something had happened and she was gone. And this woman…

“River,” Y/n sighed. “You need to get up.” Y/n felt his heart drop into his toes as the woman curled next to him groaned.

“I want more time.” She reached up, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s forehead.

Y/n chuckled. “You definitely have time. To serve. As the law requires.” The words were coming out of his mouth and the vision was so clear he could feel his heart fluttering and the smile across his face but that didn’t mean any of it made sense.

“It’s so unfair,” River complained. She turned and swung a leg over Y/n to settle on his stomach, leaning down to brush her fingers across his skin. “I only killed the man a little bit. Can’t I enjoy my time with the loves of my life?”

Y/n laughed but his stomach plummeted into his toes. Not his stomach in the vision - that was still fluttering with butterflies, his skin tingling at her touch. Which made even less sense! This woman had killed someone? She was in jail? Had he broken her out? Had she broken herself out just to be here with him? Why would he be with someone like that?

“I'm sure the Doctor will forgive you,” Y/n sighed with love in his voice. But Y/n felt his heart stop in his chest. The implication was clear. This woman had killed the Doctor. How could Y/n love her? All the context was missing. He didn’t understand!

The scene changed and he was looking at his Doctor again. The blue suit and sneakers and spikey hair was all there, but there was a new darkness too. A hollowness. He was older and had lost more. Y/n reached up exactly as he wanted to, running his hands through the man’s hair. The Doctor melted under the touch, his head falling on Y/n’s shoulder. “I missed you.”

Y/n felt his heart ache. “I know,” he responded. He swallowed. The him that was seeing this and the him that was experiencing the moment were completely in sync. So much so that it was hard to hold onto as a vision and it was just a day Y/n was living.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Y/n sighed. He cupped the Doctor’s face, lifting him by the chin to bring their eyes together. “I lost her too. I know how it felt. I know… how it must have felt. To realize I knew the whole time. I can imagine, I mean.”

He shook his head, his eyes watering. “Y/n it wasn’t your fault. You do so much for me and I turned my back on you. It’s only because Donna-“

“It doesn’t matter,” Y/n rushed. “I need you to hear me, Doctor. You’re going to mess up. So am I. And I already forgive you. I have forgiven you a hundred times over because I love you and I know what I am getting myself into every single time I choose you. And I will keep choosing you forever. Do you understand me? I love you.”

The Doctor melted, his eyes softening and some of that light coming back again. “What will I do when I keep losing them?” He sighed. “How do you manage it, knowing how they go?”

Y/n thought over that for a moment. “Honestly, I can’t make decisions for you or anyone. All of them will do as they see fit. And you need them. And I need them. And they need us. Especially you.” He left a kiss on the Doctor’s nose and he smiled ever so softly. “And there are more friends around the corner. Family. And you lose them too, but… the moments you get to have them at all are worth it I think.” He brushed his thumb across the Doctor's cheek. “Does that make sense?”

The Doctor nodded. “A bit.”

Y/n smiled. “Come on. Bed time. You need your sleep.”

Sliding off of the counter he was sitting on, the Doctor rolled his eyes but didn’t resist as Y/n pulled him along. “Alright mum,” he said sarcastically. Y/n laughed and the sound echoed and the TARDIS itself seemed to get a little brighter and the Doctor’s smile grew. They would be okay. They’d figure it all out eventually.

When Y/n woke up he was on the TARDIS. He ran his hands through his hair and sat up, wiping his eyes. Something was off. He slid out of bed and headed into the control room.

The wrong control room.

No wait. This was his control room. Why did he expect a different one? He raised a hand to rub his temples just as the front doors of the TARDIS opened to the sound of laughter. Y/n’s eyes snapped up, wide.

Rose.

Why was he so surprised to see Rose?

At some point in his visions, it seemed the future him had gotten muddled with the current him. And the future him was stunned to see this past version of life, with this TARDIS and this Rose.

Rose and the Doctor froze when they turned and saw Y/n. The Doctor was the first to break. He was across the room in a second, hands on Y/n’s jaw so he could maneuver his face as he checked his eyes. “I told you to keep him in his room until we got back,” he grumbled, and Y/n smiled as he realized the man was talking to the TARDIS.

The Doctor was so young… exactly as he had been for as long as Y/n had known him. It was a weird balance, the haunted man he’d seen in the future and the haunted man he saw now.

Rose was there only a second later, frowning with concern. “Y/n are you okay?”

Y/n stared at her too long. Maybe that’s why she had asked. But he just smiled wider and nodded. “I’m okay. Have I been out long?”

The Doctor had that look he always did when he was deeply displeased by something. “Four days.” He was worried and that was making him protective. Defensive even. Like he was ready for an argument.

Maybe Y/n would have argued before. He couldn’t remember, it felt ages away. All he could see now was that fragile man with the ancient eyes that were so tired. Even more than his Doctor. You couldn’t argue too much with that man, he might actually get upset. You had to count your losses where you could and be cleverer about the things that mattered. “I’m sorry you must have been so worried about me.”

“Worried?” Rose scoffed. “Y/n we were out of our minds. What happened back on the Bitter Pill?”

Y/n opened his mouth but then closed it. He looked at the Doctor and worked his jaw. “Whatever creature we faced was messing with everything attached to the psychic field. I think I found myself attached to it at some point. That’s probably how I’ve been so connected to everything since the beginning. Some very weak psychic abilities. Latent. My good instinct that leads us places, my intense empathic ability, how I even connected to all the Cybermen who died in the other universe.” He shrugged. “I turned it off.”

The Doctor’s eyes widened. “You what?”

Y/n rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, it’s confusing for me too. I don’t know if it’ll come back or what’s going on with me. I’m as confused as you are honestly.”

Rose pursed her lips. “Well. You kept passing out, and the way you connected to all that - it was terrifying. We couldn’t drag you around everywhere, if it had gotten really bad… I don’t know it-“

“You shouldn’t come traveling with us for a while,” the Doctor stated bluntly. “We need to see how this is affecting you a bit more long term before we risk your life again. Even if you don’t die, I will not lose you. Do you understand?”

Y/n nodded. “That makes sense. I’ll keep an eye over the TARDIS for a while.”

That surprised the Doctor. “I-“ He paused, trying to filter through that. “Y/n. May I scan your mind?” Y/n smiled and nodded, knowing the Doctor was being paranoid but also that he had every right to be. So Y/n sat and let the Doctor run all his tests. He even let the Doctor scan through his mind, tucking away the visions he’d seen when he was unconscious.

“Y/n,” the Doctor began. “You need to show me everything I need to make sure you’re okay.”

Y/n chuckled. “No I don’t. They’re visions of the future, Doctor. Spoilers.”

They were looking at each other, eyes open, so they could both see the other reacting to this situation. The patience Y/n had while waiting for the Doctor to accept that they both knew he had to drop it even as he fought it.

Finally the Doctor sighed. “Fine.” He leaned back. “What you saw changed you.” Y/n didn’t lie - he nodded. The Doctor frowned. “Should I be worried?”

“You’ll always be worried. But you’re right - I can’t be in the way. I may be immortal but you two are not. So go on your little adventures and I’ll rest. I need some time to myself anyway. It’s been a lot since this whole thing happened and I really haven’t had time to process it. So-“ he shrugged.

Rose hummed. “Let’s eat something. We can tell you what you missed.” Y/n got excited and hopped up, racing to the kitchen. Rose and the Do tor exchanged looks. There was something off about Y/n but perhaps some things would stay the same if he always got this excited for food. Everything else they could figure out later. For now they had stories to tell.

[cupoftaae]

also could you write one where tae and y/n had a small fight before a party, but they still decide to go, then y/n drinks way too much bc of the fight, and then taehyung takes care of her and they make up the next morning or smth like thatt 😊 I love your writing!🫶🏻

OOO I love me some angst, *rubs hands together*

Thank for the suggestion, and thank you for reading my writing, it means a lot to me anon <3

word count- 2.1k

warnings- alcohol consumption, body image issues, a fight and some yelling/swearing. wicked hangover and mention of vomit.

Enjoy!!

"I dont understand why you are freaking out, y/n. You look fine"

Taehyung sat on the end of your bed while you stood in the bathroom, rambling about yourself. "because, we are already late and im not really in the mood to go to this party. I hate the way I look in this dress, nothing is working out" you exhale, a tear falling down your cheek as you attempt to curl your hair.

Both of you were getting ready to go to Yoongi and his girlfriend's engagement party, something that has been in the works for months and is finally happening.

You knew you were already a half an hour late, which looks bad not only for tae, but you too, considering you and Yoongi's girlfriend, Jihyo, were friends.

"then just stay home" he shrugged, standing to go lean against the doorframe to the bathroom.

"oh yeah just that easy, let me miss my friends party" you sarcastically spoke. "bet you would like that, to go alone because you are so ashamed of me" you went on, spraying hairspray.

Taehyung ran his hands over his face. He loves you, he really does, but its impossible to convince you to see the bright side of things when you got in your head like this.

you slammed down the can of hairspray and stormed out of the bathroom, bumping into taehyung on the way out. "you are being way too dramatic right now, its not a big deal." he sternly spoke, turning his entire body to watch you rummage through your shared closet.

you stood and looked back, "oh okay" you laughed sarcastically. "you are a man, you dont have to think about yourself the way I do" you huff and walk towards the mirror.

"im tired of looking like this, I want to just be able to put something on and feel beautiful for once" you whisper while running your hands over the front of your dress.

"I think you look sexy" taehyung mindlessly shrugged, making you scoff. "God, thats all you think about, huh?" you shot back.

"What? no-"

"lately you've been incredibly invalidating of how I feel and i'm sick of it"

"How the fuck am I invalidating? Im trying to help, Y/N!!"

"no, you arent. you think you are, but you dismiss what I say, every time I fucking open my mouth Taehyung." you yell, grabbing your purse and walking to the door as your boyfriend followed.

"fine then I will just not talk" he mumbled, making you roll your eyes at his childish behavior. "Yeah, you do that. In fact, dont talk to me all night." you mutter and turn to head for the car, leaving taehyung to follow.

He didnt mean to upset you, he really didnt. He just doesnt understand what you couldnt like about yourself. Perhaps there were better ways to approach you regarding this topic, but right now, the priority was at least showing up to the party before yoongi or Jihyo gets upset.

The car ride remained silent the entire time Taehyung drove. You looked out the window and had slapped his hand away the moment he tried to reach out and squeeze your leg lovingly.

He just doesnt get it, he doesnt understand how you feel, and its not like you can talk it out with him because he always shoots back some fucking stupid line thats is supposedly trying to make you "feel better". Its getting old, and the only thing you wanted to do right now was be away from your boyfriend.

-

Once you both had arrived at the party, Taehyung parked the car along the curb with the other guests vehicles. You hopped out the moment the car came to a stop, practically skipping inside and leaving him in the dust. He scoffed and locked the car, getting out and walking in at his own pace.

"Y/N!" Jihyo smiled and ran over once she saw you inside her home.

You pushed through some of the guests and made your way over to your friend, hugging her affectionately. "Hi, congratulations! im sorry Im late" you pout and pull away to see her. "No worries love, is taehyung coming too?" she asks, pulling you into the kitchen.

"mhm...unfortunately" you laugh and grab a cracker off the snack plate. "unfortunately?" Jihyo smiles and nudges you. "yeah. We had a fight before we got here" you whisper to her, eyes darting to see Taehyung walk into the living room with a wide boxy smile as he greeted everyone.

"Ohhh.." she nods, understanding. "Im sorry, hun" she rubs your arm. "its ok, I just need alcohol." you joke, making her laugh as she dragged you into Yoongi's wine room, something he was immensely proud (and pretentious) of.

"I think he wont mind If we use this one" Jihyo spoke, reaching for the top bottle and bringing it back into the kitchen for the both of you.

"Taehyung!!" Yoongi cheered, walking back downstairs to see his friend standing in the living room. He hands him a bottle of beer and hugs him.

"Hyung! Congrats again, you and Jihyo have a very lovely home. Its changed so much since last July when I visited." He smiled, thanking him for the beer as they engaged in conversation. "Thank you, we renovated the kitchen and expanded it, wanna see?" he asked with excitement, tae nodded, following him.

"yeah so then I came home and he just kind of blurted it out, it was really sweet and intimate, I actually preferred it over a public proposal." you watched as your friend refilled your glass, telling you the story of how Yoongi proposed.

"ah, Jihyo thats so sweet" you put your hand over your chest, taking another sip as you lean against the counter. "I hope I get to experience that"

"taehyung is a sweet guy, i have no doubts he will pull out all the stops for you" she smiled

"hm?" taehyung mummers, walking in and hearing his name.

your eyes dart open, mad he had found you. "yoongi!" you walk over and hug him, congratulating him.

"Y/n! its nice to see you again, been way too long" he laughed and patted your back. "do you like the kitchen? he cuts, Taehyung watching as you sip on your wine.

"its lovely!!"

"indeed" taehyung adds on, stepping in front of yoongi to stand behind you.

"hes always talking about his kitchen" Jihyo giggled and walked up to her fiance, hugging him. "well yeah it was a lot of work" he shrugged and laughed

you smile as you watch them both be cute little shits, reluctantly turning when you feel your boyfriends hand tickling your lower back. "what??" you bit, making his hands raise in defense.

"youre still mad?....baby..cmon" he whined, trying to pull you into his embrace but you step back and leave the kitchen, going to have fun with the other guests in the living room.

yoongi pulls away from his soon to be wife and raises his eyebrows, full of questions. "they had a fight" jihyo giggled and patted his chest, walking out of the room as well.

"ah jihyo, wait" Taehyung runs up, whispering

"hm?" she turns

"make sure she doesnt drink too much, please?" he asked with serious eyes, making her nod. "shes a big girl, I think she will be okay but yes, ill keep an eye on her" she smiled

"thank you, shes not usually a drinker but tends to overdo it sometimes when shes angry..."he spoke, laughing a bit at the end.

Jihyo giggled, "gotcha"

he looked over at you hugging your friend and dancing slightly. you looked so beautiful and all he wanted to do was wrap you up in his arms and kiss you, but he couldn't. He needed to apologize for hurting your feelings, but there was no way you would even let him go near you to do so.

He sighed and sat down, accepting another beer as he silently ate chips.

-

"IM A GROWN WOMAN, I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!!!!" you slurr-sing as you and your friend Chae sing along to karaoke after having a few drinks.

most of the guests had left, and it was nearing midnight, so the remaining party-goers were you, Taehyung, Chae, namjoon and Jungkook.

Taehyung was ready to tap out. He was exhausted, and didnt think he was going to be here this long. The only reason he still is, is well, you. He sat on the couch between yoongi and jungkook, fighting sleep as he watched you let loose with your friends.

You still hadnt talked to him for the majority of the party, but somewhere deep down he was actually glad to see you happy for the first time today.

Jihyo giggled and ran back downstairs as she watched them sing, sitting next to yoongi. He sternly looked at her, "what did she drink?" he asked, taehyung leaning over to look at jihyo as well.

She smiled and mumbled, "some wine..."

yoongi sat up "what wine?"

"your....wine..."she tried not to giggle as taehyung glared. "I told you to not let her drin-" taehyung was cut off as you ran over and sat on him.

He blushed and lightly placed his hands around you, "you ok?" he asked, "im tired" you yell, meaning to whisper but failing to do so.

"okay baby...you wanna go home? good job singing by the way"

you sat up immediately and crossed your arms. "im supposed to be mad at you" you slurred, turning to walk away but stumbling and almost falling, "be careful!" tae spoke, jumping up.

"Ill be whatever I want!" you bite back.

"i think we are gonna go, im sorry guys" tae spoke, holding you up by your arm.

"nono dont apologize please, its late and you guys stayed long enough" yoongi laughed, "yes go take care of y/n, shes gonna feel that tomorrow im sure"

Tae smiled and picked you up gently, managing to get you into the car outside without a fight.

"we are going home now ok?" he whispers as he drives safely down the street. you dont talk, rather mumble in response to everything. Once you are outside your apartment, he holds you up the stairs as he puts his key into the door.

"uehhhh" you whine and pull away, leaning off the railing and suddenly throwing up. "oh!" tae drops his key and runs over, rubbing your back and pushing your hair out of the way until you were done.

"im never drinking again" you slur and fall against him. "i know baby" he consoles, picking his key up and getting you inside to help clean you up and get into bed.

Once he managed to get you into the bathroom, he carefully put you on top of the counter as he changed you into you pajamas. you remained staring with a mean glare, making him laugh.

"what?" he smiled and put one of his old tshirts over your head and onto your body.

"Im mad at you"

"ok...we can talk about it tomorrow ok?" he sighed and washed your face with a cloth before ushering you into bed. he placed Tylenol and water on the bedside table and got close to you, beginning to talk but realizing you were already asleep.

he smiled and cuddled into you, falling asleep eventually.

-

The next morning, Taehyung was awoken by the sounds of you throwing up in the bathroom. He rushed out of bed to be by your side, knowing how much you hated getting sick.

"you ok, baby?" he whispers, watching you lean back against him on the bathroom floor, groaning.

"I shouldnt have drank so much"

he hums and runs his hand through your hair, kissing your head.

its silent for a moment.

"Im sorry for being such a dick yesterday, it was wrong and I should have been more understanding"

you grab his hand with yours, shaking your head. "its ok, I was also being irrational and mean. you are a good boyfriend, tae" you closed your eyes and breathed deeply, feeling lingering nausea.

"I love you" he spoke

"I love you too" you managed to smile.

"no more fighting?"

"no more fighting" you nodded.

he kissed your hand. "if we ever get into another fight just know I have you singing beyonce at the party on video, blackmail for days"

you whipped around, "no...."

"yes...."

"I will cut your dick off if you do that, watch it, kim" you glare, making him laugh. "now get out, before I puke on you"

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 65

Third POV

Police sirens can be heard, getting closer and closer to the home. The three go back to Eboni's room and climb down the window. Just as they were about to book it into the forest, a sound of a gun clocking. The three turn around, Eboni forced behind Jeff.

"Years, I waited. Fucking waited for this moment."

Eboni peeks around Jeff, sighing heavily. "....Michael? Really? How did you -"

"No one believed a word I said! I knew it was you that killed them, but I know you had help - and motive. Then we came across that kid you claimed raped you. Maaaaaaan, that was something gruesome! Smith still wouldn't listen to me! So I rain off, trusted my gut - now here we are!"

"Damn... you talk too much." BEN grumbles, rolling his eyes.

Jeff claps sarcastically, grinning. "Well, good job, dectivite! I bet this shit is feeding your ego juuuuust right - huh?" The smiling killer mocks.

"Yeah, keep smiling. I'm gonna have the last laugh! And you..." Michael trails off, glaring daggers at Eboni. "I knew you had a few screws loose. A crazy bitch like you should've been locked away in a mental institution ages ago!"

That is enough to make Jeff frown. He steps forward, making the male place a finger over his trigger. "I don't give a shit what you say about me, but you better watch your fucking mouth when it comes to what's mine."

Michael raises a brow, tilting his head. "Well, this just keeps getting better, huh!? I'll get to take away someone you care about - just like how you did me!"

Jeff stares at the male for a moment, huffing. "Gonna have to be more specific here. I have a lot of victims." He chuckles.

At this point, Micheal's face becomes red with anger. "You... YOU KILLED MY BROTHERS!"

Jeff picks at his ear, looking at BEN - the demon shrugging, not having a clue who this guy is still. "Ok? What makes you so fucking special?"

"Does the name Justin ring any bells?" Micheal questions, enjoying Jeff's reaction. "Yeah... yeah, the one you claimed bullied you alongside Spencer! You killed them... Then, after you escaped that psych ward, you killed my parents! YOU TOOK MY FAMILY AWAY FROM ME!"

"No...no I gave them peace. But Justin?" Jeff begins to laugh, eyes now bloodshot with rage. "He played a part in making me. Freeing me even! Why are you playing dumb? Trying to seek revenge for the guilt you feel? You wish you were with them that day? To save them or to die with them? Doesn't matter to me - you'd just be another victim."

Just as Jeff said that, police cars surround them. BEN curses under his breath. He's not supposed to be seen in the public, let alone known. Sure, many know of his existence and back, sorry- but there's never been any evidence to make up many claims. If any of these cops have dash cams, then it can lead to a serious problem with slenderman.

"And you'll just be another inmate on death row!"

Eboni quickly pulls out her gun, annoyed with Michael's threats. There's no way she's losing the freedom she finally gained thanks to Jeff. Just as Eboni aims her gun, a shot rings through the air. She cries out, dropping her gun and holding her shoulder in pain.

Jeff's eyes seem to bug out of his head. The two locks eyes, Eboni's drowning in pain & fear. This isn't how their Christmas is supposed to go. They're supposed to be back at the slender mansion by now. So Jeff looks at BEN for help, but he's let down and also taken aback. Michael has the watering holes, spraying the demon with water.

Michael laughs mockingly. "Not so tuff now, huh? You thought I didn't do enough research? Myth or not, I wasn't taking any chances."

Jeff lost sight of reason and raises his fist to try and punch Micheal, but Mr. Smith shoots Jeff in both of his legs. The killer stumbles but refuses to fall, so Smith & three other officers jump on him, keeping Jeff pinned to the ground and hand cuffs them.

"Jeff!- get the fuck off me!" Eboni shouts, trying to shake the two cops holding her down.

The two share a look of distress. Slenderman should know what's happening. He should be here by now, their back in his jurisdiction. There's no way he's decided to disregard them due to them leaving his bubble of protection? But Eboni's his next project. He can't be this far ahead to see that Eboni will only listen to Jeff - right?

No matter. Jeff will figure something out. He always does - he has to. He can't look defeated in front of her. She's watching his every move, every reaction. Any slight change in his face will make her piece together, his thoughts racing in panic. So what does Jeff do?

He gives her his signature smile.

"Smile princess." He instructs, earning his face to be shoved into the ground.

"Get off of him! Don't do that - Jeff!"

Jeff forces his face up despite the strength of the officer trying to force it back down. "I said smile, princess!" He laughs loudly, snickering in between.

Eboni watches, tears filling her eyes. But she smiles. This time, this short time spent free with Jeff has been the best moment of her life - the best day of her entire existence. Eboni is devoted to Jeff, so no matter what's to come- she will keep her loyalty to him. Nothing can sway her, but if... someone - something can -

"You have the right to remain silent! Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of......la- bah!"

Suddenly, all the weight holding the two lovebirds are lifted, followed by the sound of fearful screams and loud gunfire. Jeff stays on the ground due to the flying bullets but crawls over to Eboni. He places half of his weight on top of her to shield her, raising his head to asset what's happening.

His eyes widen at the sight. A being standing ten feet tall, grey gasly skin, glowing red eyes, black horns that seem to glow based on the ceatures mood, razor sharp teeth, pony ears, and sharp claws- reaching six inches. This being is also dressed in a suit similar to Slenderman's, but a few buttons are undone, and his tie is low but still together.

The creature continues its bloodbath, ripping through the officers like pieces of raw meat. It truly is a sight to see. Though, the huge question is lingering within Jeff's mind. Just what the hell is Zalgo doing here? The demon king turns to Micheal, licking the blood off his claws with its long slippery tongue - stretching six inches.

"You humans all have different flavors. All based on your final rush of emotions. Fear, anguish, desperation - but the one I favor the most is rage. The hot, steamy taste of rageful blood has a nice spicy tang to it, don't you think?"

Michael is trembling, having witnessed his colleagues being torn to shreds - but he won't show fear, at least on his face. He aims his gun at Zalgo, emptying the clip. A laugh leaves the beast, one low yet mixed with different pitches & voices. The demon king stretches his arm, his claws digging deep into Michael's stomach.

The male cries out as he lifts from the ground, blood pouring out of his mouth. The creature brings him itches from his face, his tongue licking down his cheek to his throat.

"Such fire, Michael. Hope you taste just as good!"

Zalgo would then bite the male's head off, swallowing it whole. He drops the corpse, licking his claws clean. The demon king then turns his attention to BEN, laughing at his pitiful state.

"I question why you went to Slenderman instead of living with your own kind, BEN." Zalgo sighs, using fire from the palm of his hand to dry the water quickly.

When dried enough, BEN quickly glitches away, helping Jeff & Eboni off the ground. She stares at the being, not having a clue who nor what it may be. She whimpers, clenching her shoulder. The bullet lodged in her shoulder. Zalgo moves to step forward, but Jeff is quick to pull out his knife and shield his girl.

"Step the fuck back.", the smiling killer warns.

"Or what? Gonna attack me with your wittle bitty knife? Oh goodness, I'm terrified!" Zalgo mocks, laughing.

Jeff grinds his teeth together, about to lung forward, but Zalgo holds his hands up in mock surrender. "Relax, kid! Jeez, I'm not here for you. I'm here for the girl."

Eboni's eyes widen, trying to look over Jeff. "Me? What hell you want with me? What even are you? Who are you?"

"Soooooooooo many questions, but fine - I'll humor you. I'm Zalgo! The demon king, or Lord. Either is fine - you may have heard the saying 'He comes. He who hides behind the walls.' " He grins.

"Hold on...as in -"

"Yes, yes. My two useless daughters. I am aware that you are acquainted with them. In fact, that's when I took an odd interest in you." He hums, tilting his head.

The demon king notices how still reluctantly the three are to speak, so he sighs heavily. "Perhaps I should present myself in a more friendly form."

Zalgo begins to shapeshift. His height lowers to six five, grayish gasly skin now a pale yet tanned shade. One eye is a normal oval green while the other is inky black with red irises. His nails are painted black, hair a burgundy red, markings on his throat that resemble a choker, rings littering his fingers, and piercings in his ears. He's still dressed in a suit, though this time a vest instead of a suit jacket. Eboni has to admit that he does look fairly attractive for a psychotic demon king.

"Now. Let's talk."

"What the fuck do you want with my girl?", Jeff questions with clenched teeth.

"As stated before, I'm interested in her. Not in the way you're thinking, lover boy. Still surprised you let a mere thing make her make you all soft."

"Zalgo, I'm not in the mood for your shit! Get to talking or -"

"You used to be all for shits and giggles. Jeez, you literally have a smile on your fa-"

"I didn't do that shit myself, and you know it!"

"Struck a nerve, I guess."

Eboni rubs her hand up and down Jeff's back, hoping to calm him. She turns her attention back to the demon king. "I'm nothing special, at least not to someone with high power."

"Oh, but you are, child! Slenderman has been dying to get his hands on you. God, could you just imagine the look on his face when I take you right from under him!?"

"He can't - He's faceless, dipshit."

Zalgo raises a brow, placing a hand on his chin and tilting his head. "My my...you are feisty. Just like your mo-"

"Get on with it, Zalgo. We're all exhausted after today!" BEN snaps quickly, confusing the two.

The demon lord puts two and two together, bursting into a fit of laughter. "Alright, alright. It's not my place to say anyway, but it will be if you accept what I have to offer."

"Which is?" Eboni questions, Jeff giving her a look of warning, but she shrugs it off - doubting she'll even ponder on it.

"Work under me. You know the jest- kill, collect souls - blah blah blah. You get a place to stay, anything you want I'd give you."

"What's the catch?"

"A catch? Oh kid, there isn't one! All I want are souls."

"Don't shit me. I'm not some stupid bitch. What is it that you want from me in return? When deals sound to good to be true, there's always a catch - hidden within the fine print or in your words."

"Oooooooooooo! You're a smart one! Fine, fine! It's nothing too big - nothing major. All I want is your soul."

"What!?" Jeff shouts, now fuming again. "Fuck no! She's mine! She only answers to me! Eboni belongs to me!"

Zalgo laughs, shaking his head. "Cute declaration!" He snaps his fingers, Jeff's lips disappear. "But I don't think I asked for your opinion."

"Jeff!" Eboni shouts, trying to keep him from lunging at Zalgo and scratching at his face. Thankfully, BEN steps in and holds Jeff down, using his powers as best he can to keep him at bay.

"I'll allow you to still see your boy toy or whatever he is to you - hehe, look at him squirming on the ground like a worm - anyways!" He holds out his hand, a contract and a feather pin floating in front of Eboni. "Just sign on the dotted line, and all will be w-"

"No."

"No?"

Zalgo is quick to transform back, towering over her but lowering his face down to be itches from hers. "NO!?"

Eboni gags, covering her mouth and taking a step back. To say Zalgo is surprised that the girl didn't even flinch is an understatement. After everything Eboni has gone through , a Demon king is the least frightening thing she's had to face. Despite what this being is capable of, the girl encountered plenty of monsters to know how to deal with frightening situations.

"Yeah, no. My da... Jeff is right. I only answer to him. My entire being belongs to him. And since he doesn't work under you, then I can't either. I go where Jeff goes. He leads. I follow."

Hearing this, Jeff's temper fizzles down. BEN let's him go, and Jeff springs to his feet, taking Eboni into his arms. He glares daggers at Zalgo, backing away quickly. The demon king watches on, his eye twitching but smile stretching.

"No one... has ever said no to me, except one." He laughs wickedly, eyeing BEN who hangs his head low in shame - something the two didn't notice.

Zalgo buttons up his shirt and fixes his tie, eyeing Eboni as he did so. "And that one unfortunately paid with her life. You're just as smart as her, as witty and even more beautiful. Shame, such a shame!"

The creature begins walking off, pausing mid-step, turning around to look Eboni dead in her eyes - the look chilling her, yet she still feels no fear.

"Such a shame you'll succumb to the same fate as your mother.", and with that, Zalgo disappears into the night.

[prinnamon]

alright fuck it, top 5 freeman's mind quotes/bits since i accidentally started keeping track of my favorite moments by virtue of the fact that i was basically live texting a friend exact quotes while i watched

5

"Is that..? Oh my God, it's a rocket launcher. The perfect gift for the man who has everything. Ohh. You and I are gonna go places. My mind is spinning with new possibilities. You are the first good news I've had all day." (picking up rockets) "Yes, I'll bring your friends…." (helicopter whirring) "Hark! Dost thou hear with thine ears what I hear with mine?" (equipping rocket launcher) "Interloper!…Have at thee!"

4

"So, worst case scenario, we're only talking brain cancer. I can live with that."

3

"You know, everyone's always told me that I'm paranoid and I need to calm down. But guess what? I'm alive. And everyone who said that is dead. That's the ultimate proof that someone doesn't know what they're talking about. 'Follow my advice and you'll die just like me! Huh-heh!' I have the US military spray-painting my name on a wall, setting laser traps, and firing a fucking rocket launcher at me, and people have the gall to call me paranoid. Fuck them! Fuck everybody! Anyone who doesn't listen to me deserves the fate they get! I should kill everyone just on principle!…See, this is what I'm talking about. 'Aliens aren't invading, Freeman. You're just being paranoid.' 'The mailman's not spying on you, Freeman. You're just being paranoid.' What else!? 'There's no society of anthropomorphic frog people living in the sewer, Freeman. You're just being paranoid.' 'Owls can't read your thoughts, Freeman. You're just being paranoid.' Bet you wouldn't call me paranoid now if you were still alive."

2

"You know, when they invented the atomic bomb, they were afraid it was going to catch the atmosphere on fire and burn up the whole earth, but they did it anyway. That took balls. Not us, though. The only people taking the risks were the ones that didn't understand them in the first place. We're not brave. We're just stupid."

and finally:

1

I can fire at a target and hit it at least half the time Or graph out an electron path while using only numbers prime! I calculate the fall rate of a bullet shot a thousand yards And perforate the thick heads of a hundred military guards! I can make a simulation of an atom bomb and build one, too, Or flank a dozen men and ambush ten of them out of the blue! From SMGs to RPGs, I carry quite an arsenal… And skip around a warzone like a subatomic particle! Still no chorus! Okay, come on, sing and I won't kill you! ...Those of you that are left, I mean. Ah. Okay, there we go. Ahem. Every solider out here wants to kill me for my curiosity! I wage war on the whole damn world because of my tenacity! In matters combat tactical and physics theoretical, I am the very model of a modern Major-General! Alright, no one else is even trying to sing along. I quit.

my fuckin jaw dropped when he started singing and im pretty sure i clapped my hand over my mouth like a victorian woman when the new verses started. out of all pieces of media, i think freeman's mind was the one i least expected to have a musical episode. just for that it's the best one by far

[your-divine-ribs]

Kinktober 💖 Truth

"I actually think a lot of girls can do it but they don't realise it... they've just never had someone make them come hard enough before."

Words: 1.6k // I’m With the Band Van // squirting

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💖 You'd thought that being on tour was going to be non-stop excitement, a never-ending run of shows and wild after-parties that would leave your head spinning and your thirst for hedonistic pleasures sated. Turns out that the sex, drugs and rock and roll lifestyle that you'd been expecting was a big misconception on your part where the Catfish boys were concerned though.

💖 You'd been on the road for four days with them and the wildest moment so far had been a messy night where you'd sunk shots and played Truth or Dare at some dive bar after a show. It'd been great fun until you'd all got thrown out when Bondy had been dared to re-enact the Coyote Ugly bar dance scene but had fallen off spectacularly and taken a dive into a table full of drinks.

💖 You'd giggled to yourself as you'd heard the scathing lectures the tour manager had handed out the following day, tucked away in your hiding spot on Van's bunk. "I told you it was a bad move bringing her on tour, she's nothing but a bad influence. This isn't the nineties anymore... despite what you might think it's not good publicity to be out getting fucked up in public. You're not Liam bloody Gallagher!"

💖 You're still smiling to yourself when Van appears twenty minutes later with a spliff in his hand and a giant frown on his face. He flops down on his back on the bunk, blowing a plume of smoke upwards. "Christ... it's like having me dad on tour, except even he doesn't lecture me like that!"

💖 "So... you gotta behave yourself from now on then? Got your orders?" You lean forward, plucking the spliff from between his fingers and taking a deep drag. "Heard Dan say that apparently I'm the bad influence... the cheek of it!"

💖 Van hauls his body upwards to sit facing you. "As I remember it was you who suggested playing Truth or Dare, which is exactly what got us into all that trouble in the first place... so I guess he was right... and you never even had your turn..." He pauses, grinning as he watches you with hooded eyes. "So... what'll it be then?"

💖 "Huh? What'll what be?" You shrug, confused as to what he's asking, passing the spliff back in exchange for a can of Red Stripe which you pop open, taking a swig. Van's smile widens. "Truth or Dare?"

💖 An hour later you're laughing so hard you're in tears, both feeling a little buzzed from the weed and the lager you've consumed. You've been exchanging silly dares and shocking truths back and forth, each turn getting more and more daring, and the mood has shifted from lightly flirtatious to downright blatantly sexual.

💖 "So... truth... how many virgins have you deflowered then?" You giggle, reaching for another can. Van practically sprays his mouthful of lager all over you as he stifles a hearty laugh. "Deflowered?" He echoes, clearly amused. "You make it sound so poetic!"

💖 "Isn't it then? Aren't the girlies all swooning and walking on clouds after spending a night with the hot frontman of their dreams?" He smirks back at you in a way that makes heat bloom between your thighs. Damn! Why does he have to be so bloody attractive? "Maybe you'll find out for yourself one day... and hey! It's not your turn, it's my go. C'mon what's it gonna be this time?"

💖 You roll your eyes at him, announcing "truth" before sitting back in the bunk, stretching out your legs in front of you, draping them over Van's lap. His eyes dart down to run over the smoothness of your bare legs as he ponders your question. When he looks back up at you his smile is mischievous. "Has a guy ever made you squirt?"

💖 "What the fuck?" You squeal, cheeks flaming as you clap a hand over your mouth, laughing to hide your embarrassment. "What kind of question is that? Not all girls can do it you know. If you think they can you've obviously been watching far too many pornos!"

💖 "I take it that's a no then," he says, placing his can down and resting his hands on your legs whilst you try not to react to his unexpected but welcome touch. "I actually think a lot of girls can do it but they don't realise it... they've just never had someone make them come hard enough before."

💖 Your cheeks grow redder and that's not the only part of you ready to combust. The atmosphere in the cramped bunk space has definitely changed from light-hearted and playful to heavy and charged. You swallow down a gulp. "And I suppose you're the expert in that area then are you?"

💖 You just look at each other, gauging the other's reactions, your gaze slipping down to his mouth as you see his tongue dart out to swipe over his plump bottom lip. Fuck... how you've wondered what that mouth might be capable of... and those long dexterous fingers that are currently moving down your legs to wrap around your ankles, gently tugging you towards him so you slip down until you're propped on your elbows. "Uh-huh," he confirms self-assuredly. "Wanna find out if you can?"

💖 You find yourself lost for words, an unusual occurrence, so you just nod, muttering out a mumbled assent of sorts, pushing your body even further down the bed so you're lying flat on your back. You can hardly believe what you're doing as Van eases your legs apart, settling down on to his belly between your spread thighs, lips brushing your skin. "Fuck Y/N, I've always wanted to do this..."

💖 Twenty minutes later you're writhing on the bunk whilst Van works you into a frenzy, kissing and licking at your now tender clit, sucking it between his plush lips whilst two of his long slender fingers fuck deeply into you in a way that makes your toes curl. You've had to clamp your hand over your mouth again to stifle the pornographic moans that still somehow manage to seep out.

💖 You're pretty sure at this point the whole tour bus including all the crew and even the driver knows you're having the time of your life back here but you can't even begin to worry about the dirty comments and Van's smug face that'll haunt you for the rest of the tour. He's a fucking magician and he's already pulled several orgasms from you, each one increasing in intensity until you're sure you're going to pass out if he keeps it up.

💖 "Shit Van," you groan as his seeking fingers hook upwards to catch a spot that has your legs nearly snapping shut around his head. "I dunno if I can take any more. I'm feeling kinda faint... ohhhh.... oh fuck that feels... uhhhh..."

💖 "Just one more darlin', you taste so fucking good," he murmurs, his words sending vibrations through your core that have you fisting at the bedsheets, your head pressed back so hard against the pillow you feel like you might melt into it.

💖 "Oh my fucking god," you whimper out, clenching helplessly around his skilled fingers as he starts to pump them in and out of you in a fast motion, his tongue circling your clit relentlessly until you feel like you might explode. "I... I... I can't..." you stutter.

💖 "C'mon love just let it go," he whispers into your slickness and then he puckers his lips around your clit, sucking a blissful pressure in tandem with his pistoning fingers. "Give it to me... I want it all."

💖 Your nerves are singing with overstimulation and you're caught between pushing Van's head away or tugging his hair by the roots to press him even closer. You decide on the latter and he increases his efforts. You almost draw blood you're biting down on your bottom lip so hard. "Uhhhh..." you moan in a voice that doesn't even sound like your own.

💖 Everything is winding up tight and fiery again except this time something feels different. You lift your head up off the mattress, mildly panicking. There's a blinding pressure low down that feels so overwhelmingly intense you'd probably feel scared if Van wasn't situated between your thighs, looking up at you with those captivating blue eyes.

💖 "Fuck... fuck... fuck... Van... I... I..." you babble, frantic fingers gripping his hair so tight he hisses in pain. He doesn't falter though, determined to give you that final push over the precipice... and then it explodes...

💖 The pressure suddenly gives way in an all-encompassing rush that sees your vision blur and a strangled cry tear from your throat. You come so hard you lose all sense of reality and you're not absolutely sure but it feels like you might actually black out for a few seconds. Your body tenses up then immediately slackens like you're boneless...and then there's the wetness.

💖 Your thighs are soaked, the bedding's drenched and to your horror you blink up, stunned, to see Van rising up to hover over you, the lower half of his face and neck dripping. The front of his shirt's wet through too and you start to blather, absolutely mortified. "Oh my god... did I... is that... oh shit, I'm so sor..."

💖 "Hey..." he cuts you off firmly, wiping his glossy lips on the back of his hand, seemingly completely unbothered about being soaked through. "Don't you dare apologise, that was the hottest fucking experience of my life... I'm not kidding." Then his mouth curves into a toothy grin, a little smug, a little over-awed, and definitely ecstatic. "Guess that answers our question then about whether or not you can! Are you okay?"

💖 "I... errr.... I... think so," you mumble uncertainly, your embarrassment starting to fade as Van cups your face in his hands and leans in close. "So how about a dare next?"