#you know she smokes a sick blunt at the end of the day

[intersectionalityamazon]

Allura Vysoren: emotional support wizard

[sunraies]

Rafe x Sleepy! Reader where he freaks out that she’s not answering her Phone and thinks The worst scenario that she’s sick of him, cheating etc. But It gets better when she calls him while he’s with The boys and she’s in her pj’s telling him she just woke up and asking what happened that made him call so many times 🥹

Sleepy baby

As requested above

Warnings - insecurities, toxic thoughts, drug use, drinking, and mentions of sex. Ending fluff.

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16 hours ago, you posted to your insta story. 16 hours since you'd been laughing, smiling, singing, and dancing into the camera. Music pumping and disco lights blazing as you partied into the night.

You looked so happy, surrounded by your college friends. Some he knew, and some he didn't. He wished he could have been there with you. Long distance was slowly killing him, he was sure of it.

Although he'd been uneasy about you going so far away, things had been working out. He visited as often as he could, and you came home for the holidays. But it was moments like this when he started to doubt it all. His mind would spiral.

At first, he thought there was a reasonable explanation for you not texting him when you made it home and for not responding to his messages. You were probably to tired and drunk, simply forgotten.

But as the hours ticked by and multiple messages and phone calls later, his mind began to wander to darker places. You didn't need him anymore. You had finally realised it. You had found someone else. Someone else had found you.

You were a college student, you didn't need some hometown boyfriend dragging you down, you had finally decided to live your best life. Without him. Party, sex and drugs.

Well, two could play at that game. The moment Topper had told him about a party happening, he immediately said he would go. Fuck it, he was still the Kook King, he knew how to party, how to have any person he wanted.

The problem was that you were the only person he wanted. After a few drinks, he found himself where he normally ended up at parties. Sat with his boys, Topper, Kelce, and Barry, nursing a beer, smoking a blunt, doing a few lines, and glazing into the fire pit as the sky of endless stars shone above them.

"Bro, that's like the billionth time you checked your phone." Topper pointed out as Rafe pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket again.

"What's up, Little Miss Havard ghosting you?" Barry teased as he through arm an over Rafe's shoulders.

"Fuck off" Rafe tried to shake his arm off before sighing as looked at his phone again.

All that stared back at him was you as his lock screen and a couple of notifications, but none from you.

"Oh, shit. You really think she is?" Barry's smirk dropped, suddenly noticing his friend genuinely down about something.

"She's probably just busy," Kelce tried to reassure him. "You know with essays and shit. I mean, I have a shit ton, and that's just online"

Out of everyone in their little friend circle, you were the only one who moved the furthest away. Topper was on a gap year, Kelce was doing online courses, Barry was dealing, and Rafe had to follow in Ward's footsteps. A few of your friends did gap years.

Rafe nodded slowly. "What if, what if she's do -" He didn't finish his sentence as his phone screen suddenly lit up. 'FACETIME - Baby 😍 💍'

He nearly dropped his phone in the panic of answering it. For a spilt second, he thought about letting it ring out of spite. You'd not answered any of his. But he couldn't do it, for all the spiralling his mind had been doing. He needed to talk to you.

"Rafe, hey, you ok?" You looked so sleepy as you rubbed your eye. "I'm so sorry, I've been asleep all day"

If he could have jumped into the screen and kissed you in that moment, he would have. You looked so adorable, hair in a mess, no makeup, clearly sat in your dorm room bed as he recognised the bed sheets and the tapestry on the wall behind you.

What made his heart warm the most was that you were in one of his t-shirts. One of many you had borrowed/stolen.

He knew he was smiling at his screen like a complete goof. But he didn't care.

"Where are you?" You asked, trying to work out the noises around him and odd lighting of the fire pit. "Why did you call so much? Everything ok?" You asked, concerned.

"Everything's good, baby," He smiled. "Just at a party with the boys." He turned the phone around to show them

"God, Rafe, no don-" Too late, there you was in all you sleepiness. Proudly held up on his phone screen.

"Mrs Country Club!" Barry greeted as the others said "yo" and "hey"

You awkwardly waved and smiled as your cheeks burned before Rafe turned the phone back him.

"Well, I better not keep you from the party. As long as everything is ok?" You could tell something wasn't quite right, but didn't push it. He'd tell you in his own time. He always did.

"Everything is fine, my sleepy baby." He smiled, not giving a shit if the others heard.

"Alright, see you this weekend? Facetime tomorrow?" You smiled as he nodded before saying I love yous.

"Aww, my sleepy baby. Sleepy bab-" Barry teased before Rafe pushed him. Causing his chair to topple backwards onto the grass. Making everyone who witnessed laugh.

He glanced at his phone one last time, seeing you smiling face on his lock screen and new message 'Baby 😍💍 - I really do love you ❤️😘'

[eightstarr]

what's mine — ellie williams.

summary: the day you left for this assignment, ellie remembers thinking it would be okay— or maybe it was you who said it, your hands over her tense shoulders, her fingers tugging at your shirt, “you’ll be okay.” she goes home and knows it to be true, like words from a god. she’ll be okay and you’ll be back. what’s left to do but count the hours?

warnings: descriptions of violence (not very detailed), suggestive content near the end!

notes: uhhh i love being dramatic and i think it shows here. all i think about is the action of coming home to someone who loves you and how it is as meaningful now as it was a thousand years ago and as it will be in a hundred years but whatever haha sorry about that guys. if you read this i love you btw

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・。.・゜✧・. ────

Being without Ellie is disorienting. The first week feels like walking alone in a dark room, feeling the walls for a light switch, running into sharp corners that stab your sides. You miss her like it's a sickness, less a longing and more a threat to whatever you’re made of.

There's a small community way outside of Jackson offering a trade. Maria makes it sound simple, like everything else. “They know us, it’ll be quick. You pick up the supplies, drop off our part of the deal, and come back.”

It takes 26 days. The exchange is simple but the journey less so, you and three others have to carry home the much needed medical supplies through herds of infected and a heavy storm that slows you down and cuts off your communication for three terrifying nights.

Ellie wanders the house and feels like a stranger, sickly, a sleepless corpse searching for living blood. The light coming through the windows feels too bright and her skin abnormally cold. She knows, or thinks, that if she’s not careful she could get lost in it— merge every wall together until there’s nothing left to see but a stark flatness, an unfamiliar box. The space is not huge. It's not a tall castle or a manor in the countryside or anything fitting to the theatricality of loneliness, but it’s your home. So much of you is in it. Ellie finds herself focusing on a different thing each passing day, clinging to them with a nauseating desperation, a hundred random pieces of you scattered like breadcrumbs to keep her sane. A book with a folded corner somewhere along the first half of the story, your favorite mug next to the sink, an old pair of jeans ripped at the knee on your side of the drawer. Too many things for you not to come back.

“Do you think I'm losing my mind?” she asks, a soft wrinkle between her furrowed brows, her eyes focused on a random spot ahead. “I mean, it’s been two weeks,” she’s trying to sound like it's not as bad as it looks, like she finds any of it funny or interesting instead of plainly horrifying. The sole of her shoes hits the floor in an anxious rhythm, mocking her— tap, tap, tap, tap. “Isn’t that fucked up?”

Dina curses at the lighter until it flickers back to life with a weak orange flame, holding it near the end of the half finished blunt. She inhales and passes it over, breathing out, “You’re not crazy.”

A pause. Ellie lets the comment comfort her for a single second before it flies right through her head, sounding more quiet than usual when she admits, “...I have this feeling like someone took something from me.”

Dina raises her eyebrows, her chuckle cut off by a short cough, smoke itching her throat. “You mean, like… what’s her name?” she squints her eyes and tries to remember. 

The name worms around Ellie’s head like it has been for days, bold letters, clear as day. She makes no attempt to let it pass through her lips, self aware and unrelenting at the same time, maybe finding some indefensible satisfaction in the fact that it can be forgotten. Cruel, you'd tease, and Ellie would smirk a lot like she tries not to now.

Dina gives up a second later, “Whatever— the girl that volunteered to go with them before you could. You're blaming her?”

“I guess.”

“Hm. That’s a little…”

“Don’t say crazy—”

“Crazy.”

“Fuck you,” she rolls her eyes. “It’s not like that.”

“So you’re not jealous?”

Ellie scoffs, tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. Dina argues unlike anyone else. She’s confident, her goal clear and her strategy already lined up before you get a word in, loaded like a gun. But her strongest contender, perhaps the only one, might be Ellie’s simple stubbornness. “I’m concerned. She got picked over me even though I've studied that route a hundred fucking times. I could've done a better job,” she says, steady and tireless like bulletproof glass.

“At getting the supplies or at taking care of your girlfriend?”

“You’re starting to sound like Maria.”

Dina pauses for a short moment before she shrugs. “Maria makes good points.”

Ellie takes one last hit of the blunt and flicks it across the room to die out somewhere on the permanently damp floor. She tries to believe it. No one took you, she thinks, you left dutifully like anyone else in Jackson would've, like Ellie would've. It’s a dangerous trip but a job like any other, the same risk of deadly infection that comes with any of them. She should be used to it by now. Does it not also exist every other day of the year?

Still, she can't remember the last time she didn't see your face for this long. You’ve been dating for a little over three years, living together for half of that— it's a terrifyingly meaningful chunk of your young lives, months and months of seeing you everyday, of falling asleep with her face on the crook of your neck and waking up with your fingers pressing into her waist. You've built a world where things like this don’t happen, where all Ellie can think about as she leaves home is the way you hum in the mornings, soft and sleepy and so fucking cute, when you wake up to her back against your chest and her hair on your face. She thinks about her own laugh, how shy it sounds, how your lips press to her head before she turns around to claim a proper kiss.

But now you’re not here, and she’s too terrified to even utter the words out loud, and there's a hole in her chest where you should be that makes her feel insane everywhere she goes. It's an open wound leaving a hazardous trail of shame and memories, humming in her ears like a boiling kettle, who took what's mine?

Ellie has never considered herself to be the jealous type, but she never was the type to sleep with her back turned to someone this comfortably, either. It’s different with you. It's theatricality, it’s the coldness of that bed at night, it’s your legs tangled with hers like growing roots now disjointed. It’s a thing, breathing and alive, screaming at nothing— I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.

Is that girl you went with hanging from your every word in that way she always does? Is that a shameful thought to have? Ellie wipes it clean in a second and finds it immediately there again, at the front of her mind like a message on a cloudy mirror. She can't think about anything else. Is the storm keeping the two of you awake? Does a part of you find the girl brave for volunteering? Is she turning to look at you and asking, just loud enough, are you asleep? That fall earlier was rough, how are you feeling? Is she looking at your wounds like they matter more than doing a good job? Is your blood, warm and red and yours, on her hands now?

The last of the smoke spills past her lips in a sigh. Ellie pulls her knees closer to her chest and tugs at the loose thread on your ripped jeans.

─────✧･ﾟ: *✧･

There’s a comfortable weight that keeps you under, the loving press of her arm resting over your chest, her thumb brushing your chin. The sun feels warm where it’s draped across Ellie’s back, white tank top wrinkled slightly up her waist.

She watches you until you let out a little sigh, squint one eye open and then slowly the next, a smile stretching your lips as soon as your sight focuses on her. She looks beautiful. She looks just like she did before you left, your girl.

It’s weird— you’ve showered, scrubbed your hands clean and raw, changed clothes. And still you feel like you’ve brought in something dirty, like it’ll be stuck on you for a while, the grime, the guns, the storm. Your muddy shoes must still be sitting by the front door. Something in your head screams that you should get rid of them, burn them like an evidence of guilt. Do you look anything like you did before you left? You feel like a worn version of yourself, sticky and darkened. It’s a ridiculous worry to have, but the thought comes hand in hand with embarrassment and you can feel it crawling up your neck. You cover your face with your hands and groan tiredly, shy.

Ellie laughs, warm like musk, salve on a wound.

"Are you watching me sleep?" you mutter, voice ridden with exhaustion and joy all at once. The thing, love, obsession, both— breathes along with you. "Freak."

"Yeah, I was,” she shifts to sit on your lap, one knee on either side of you, spilling her confession easily. Ellie leans over to push your hands away from your face and press her lips to yours, passionate but short lived, still softly brushing against each other when she says, "I missed this face."

You chuckle, eyes tracing over her freckled cheeks, hands squeezing her thighs, feeling strangely like you’re being washed clean. “I missed you.”

Ellie closes her eyes and rests her forehead against yours, her fingers caressing your cheeks, looking at you again when her thumb brushes against the ridge of a scar. It’s a warped line that almost follows the shape of your cheekbone, from your hairline to somewhere near the corner of your lips. She'd seen it last night, nauseous with worry and relief to have you back, her vision clouded. The morning reveals it in a different, heartbreaking light. It’s okay, you’d said during the night, your hands on either side of her face much like hers are on you now, didn't even need stitches. Ellie tries to let that sink in, make the guilt feel any better. But it can't. Maybe you’d been saved the prick of a needle, but she knows it still hurt, she knows it bled and stung. It feels like a betrayal. If I can't save you the pain, she thinks, I owe you the witnessing, the chance to clean its wry edges, pat it dry. "How'd you get this one?" she asks, as softly as she can.

You’d been prepared for the question but not the devastation in her eyes. It falls over you like a ton of bricks, her love making your chest ache and sinking you back into the memory.

There was an empty house, or what looked like one. Pieces of broken glass scattered over the rotting wood of an old, wobbly table. A man's hand placed forcefully on your head. The side of your face rammed into the table with a thud when he pushed you down, the faint pain of something slicing into your cheek made worse by your struggle to get free. A kick and he stumbled back. A slice of your knife and he fell dead. You don't think the fact will do much to comfort Ellie. So, in hopes of sparing her, you hum and shake your head. "Come here," you say, or beg, a hand on the back of her neck like fond guidance. "Let me kiss your pretty face."

She feels soft like satin on your lips, tastes like honey and black tea. Ellie kisses like she argues, experienced and unruly all at once, with a point to make— I need you and I want you to know it. Her tongue slips past your parted lips and brings a muffled sound from your throat that almost makes her pull slightly away, if it weren't for the feeling of your fingers tightening on her neck to have her closer. A faint thought crosses Ellie’s mind, a feeling like pity for the person she was before you, whoever that was, an old self who couldn't know what it's like to be devoured so caringly.

She brushes her nose against yours and you let out a sigh that sounds painfully like a prayer, her short hair a dark veil over your eyes when she turns her head to press kisses on your cheek. "You can't leave me like that again," she breathes out.

You swallow her words, a confused wrinkle between your eyebrows. “Ellie—”

A kiss cuts you off. You slide your hands up her thighs to her waist, a surprised hum vibrating against her lips when she wraps her fingers around your wrists and squeezes, as if to keep them there. She leans back and stares into you, and for the first time since you’ve known Ellie, you can't tell if she's commanding you or begging. “I won’t let you.”

It’s a gesture. It goes beyond the reality of your lives, the fact that any day either one of you could be made to leave again, that any day either one of you could die. It means I missed you. It means I need it to be me who looks after you. It means I love you.

Your stomach flutters, hungry with an urgent craving. And like you have every day since you’ve known Ellie, you find yourself unable to deny her love or the indulging promise of a different world— but maybe those mean the same thing. "I'm not leaving you," you say, breathless, and it might as well be true.

Ellie makes a sound in response that feels painfully close to a moan, a soft mmhm that clouds your head of anything that may or may not exist outside of this room. The tip of her nose brushes against your neck and then continues its way down, her fingers sneaking inside your shirt, pulling up the fabric and pressing kisses over the skin that’s revealed. "I love you," she says, almost near the band of your underwear, her blushed lips parted. You feel her breath against the burning fire in your lower stomach, reaching out to cradle her cheek against your hand. She feels hot, flushed pink under her freckles, and you’re not sure if she hears you say I love you, Ellie as much as she watches you mouth the words. She presses her face further into your hand, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, begging as if she’d ever have to, “Baby, I need— please.”

You don't hear yourself say yes, but the look in her eyes says you must have.

[dilfl0v3rss]

love you better

summary: connie’s gotten sick of watching you hold back from getting full happiness, so he handled it.

(i do not speak spanish, but i’m trying my best. plss don’t kill me yall)

cw: cheating, readers dad is a deadbeat…

word count: 1.3k

(ay coño/oh fuck. el muchacho es un jablador/the boy is a liar. mamagüevo/cock-sucker. no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta/stop talking gibberish, answer the question)

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

“ay coño. you keep ridin my dick like that and ima have t’marry you ‘kay?” connie moaned, heavy hand repeatedly squeezing and slapping your ass as you continued to ride him in reverse. your hands wrapped firmly around his ankles as you worked your body in ways he loved. on late nights like this one it was normal for the two of you to smoke each other out and make each other feel good, letting the good vibes of the day carry on into the night.

“m’cummin again pa” you quietly breathed out as you began to bounce your ass harder, tattood hands spreading you open to get a better view of the sin being committed by the two of you. “give it t’me mama. let papi have it” connie groaned before throwing his head back in the pillows. the way your ass moved on his dick was heavenly as your walls continued to get wetter and wetter around him. there was nothing that could possibly make this moment any more perfect.

*ring ring* the sound of your phone snatched him out of his bliss, making a mean mug appear before he snatched it from its spot next to him. “j-jus leave it da fuck m’so close” you continued your ministrations, oblivious to the evil grin the man behind you adorned as he looked at your phone. notification after notification from your ridiculously toxic boyfriend. connies been telling you to leave him, but there was always an excuse. “he was all i had at one point” “my family loves him and ion wanna upset them” “he said she was just his best friend”. you always had an excuse for this dickheads actions, letting him slide for shit like forgetting your anniversary all the way to blatantly cheating on you with his “girl best friend” which made him want to beat his ass.

you felt that you were no better, given your situation, so you chose to just stay and bare with it to keep up this stupid appearance for your family. your mom used to be with a man like connie and look where it got her. raising you as a single mother, trying her hardest to keep you far away from men like your father so you didn’t end up just like her. when you first brought your boyfriend home she was so happy, as were the rest of your family. you knew connie was different though. he gave you a happiness your boyfriend could never bring you. catering not only to your body, but your heart and soul as well. he was who you knew you should be with in the end, but your family would never accept him because of his lifestyle.

you were terrified about how your family would look at you if they found out you’ve switched out being with the golden, grade a student to fornicate with the big bad “thug” from the other side of town. “el muchacho es un jablador, mami. he don’t deserve you.” connie said before grabbing a blunt from the bedside table, putting fire to it as it sat between his pretty lips. “you know how my family is. they not..fuck..not fond of men like y-you” he rolled his eyes, giving you a rough snap of his hips to make you lose your balance.

a pretty cry flew from your lips, hands squeezing around his ankles while making a sly smirk appear on his face. “men like me huh?” he mimicked you. before he could add on to it, he was interrupted by your phone ringing again. ‘must be a sign to handle this shit once and for all’ connie thought before quietly picking it up and laying it down on the bed next to him. you were of course oblivious to this as you let him maneuver you into the backshot position. he grabbed the phone with one hand, placing it at his ear while he pushed your back down with his other hand. “m’not helping you ma, throw that shit back and work for this nut.” you quickly listened to his demand while he continued on the phone. “yo?….yea she here man. lil busy tho but she present” a chuckle rumbled from his chest as he listened to your frustrated boyfriend on the other line. “don’t worry about why i got her phone mamagüevo. just be glad she safe and feeling good”

you were so busy fucking your self on his dick that you didn’t even recognize that he was talking to your boyfriend on the phone. pretty whines falling from your lips as you continued to move your ass back and forth on his long dick. you reached back for connie and all he did was laugh at your weak attempt, pushing your back down to deepen your arch. all of your moans flew loose in the comfort of his room. “please help j-jus a little bit. like when you hit my spot daddy” you clenched around him, continuing to move your hips just how he likes so he could fold. connie could never get enough of you. and he knew you were just as in love and crazy for him. he’ll be damned if he had to spend another night listening to you cry and blame yourself for the actions of a bitch like your “boyfriend”.

connie moved the phone towards your mouth. this was the end of your suffering. “yea? like when papi fuck you like this?” his hips began to move, dick touching you in a sweetest places while he smiled. listening to your pretty moans. “aauughh yesss jus like that papi shittt” your wetness began to spread all over him, strings of your previous releases connecting the two of you with wet squelches. “uhh huh. let em hear you ma” let who here what? your brain finally starting working properly after you heard yelling coming from somewhere.

“you not furreal…you cheating on me bro?!” you whipped your head around in horror. connie just continued to fuck you with a proud look on his face. feeding you deep strokes as he held the phone in front of your face. “i-i..” he rolled his eyes before snapping his hips into you harder. your scream was pornographic as you began to forget all about your boyfriend on the phone. “ughh ‘i-i’….no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta, mami.”

his heavy hand landed on your ass, bringing you back to reality before you continued with your previously forgotten sentence. “ion think t-this gon work out shittt” you spoke as normal as you could, but it wasn’t normal enough. you could basically feel the anger coming from your phone as your now ex boyfriend threw curses and insults your way. “you dirty bitch. you think your family gon be proud after they find out you gave up being wit me for some thug’s dick?” while he spoke connie kissed up your back, stopping at your neck before whispering dirty words to you.

“you like this ‘thug’ dick don’t you girl? like when daddy makes you feel good and gives you what you want?” he deepened his strokes, laying one hand flat on the bed next to you while his other continued to hold the phone speaker towards your ear. “i-i love him and my family gon have to…fuckk… have to accept it or they gon end up jus l-like you, cut off.” your words surprised connie, making his dick even harder before kissing and sucking behind your ear and neck. “y-you need me…i was all you had, remember? you fatherless, selfish slut” he mumbled the last sentence, but connie still heard him. he was trying his hardest to hurt you with his words, but there’s no way in hell connie was letting that happen. chuckling while moving the phone from your face before taking it off speaker and holding it to his ear.

“i’m her daddy now bitch”

[oneforthemunny]

certified lover boy |modern!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: max tells eddie he's a simp for you, and maybe he is. no, he most definitely is.

contains: language, mentions of drugs, modern!eddie and reader, mentions to mature themes 18+

"Baby, you just tell me what you want, and I'll pick it up, alright?" Eddie cooed into the screen of his phone, eyes flicking from you back to the road. One hand gripped the iPhone, the other held the wheel of the mustang, cruising down the backroads of Hawkins.

Max snarled her nose in disgust, eyes cutting over to Eddie. "Ok. I think I want pizza. Do you want me to order it and get it delivered?" Your voice carried through the car's speakers, the shuffling of whatever task you were doing in the background.

"If that's what you want to do." Eddie replied sweetly. "Or we can go out."

"I don't think I want to go out." You sighed. "I'll order it. I think I just want pizza and maybe to smoke a teeny tiny blunt. Is that ok?"

Eddie snorted. "That's fine with me. I have some papers with me."

"Will you roll it for me?" You asked sweetly. The sweetest Max had ever heard you speak. She wondered if you knew she was in the car.

"I always do, baby." Eddie purred lowly back at you, giving you a dazzling, dimpled smile. Max gagged silently, dramatically over Eddie's shoulder but he ignored her. "I gotta drop Red off, and then I'll be over."

"Ok," You hummed. "You want your usual?"

"Please?" Eddie grinned. "I'll Venmo you for it."

"I got it, Ed." You snorted lightly. "My treat. You just bring the weed."

Eddie rolled his eyes playfully. "Ok, I'll see you soon. Bye, baby."

"Bye." You chirped.

Eddie's eyes flicked towards the screen. "Love you." He added.

You smiled through the screen. "Love you." You replied before the call ended.

Eddie pocketed his phone, Max's face disgusted, nose twisted up in repulsion. "You're down bad, Munson." She scoffed, shaking her head.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "What?" He shrugged, she gave him a pointed look. "Oh, I'm down bad because I'm in love?"

"Ew!"

"What?" Eddie threw his hand out.

Max shook her head. "You're just... I don't know, it's gross." She shuddered. "You're all simpy for her."

"Simpy?" Eddie gawked.

"Yeah, you're a total fucking simp. It's gross." Max laughed.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I am not a simp." He grumbled, defensive and a little huffy. He felt his phone ding in the center console, your name popping up followed by a string of emojis.

Max gave him a pointed look. "Really?" She asked sarcastically. "Really you're not?"

"Shut up." Eddie huffed, turning his phone over so she couldn't see the screen anymore. "Y'know, make fun of me all you want, but one day you're gonna be in love too-"

"-Oh, God, Eddie, please stop. 'M gonna be sick-"

"-I see the way you look at Sinclair. You think he won't make a move on you one day and you won't be the same way?" Eddie challenged.

Max blushed deep, the red on her cheeks nearly matching her hair. "Shut up. Me and Lucas are just friends you freak." She huffed.

Eddie snorted. "Right." He looked over at her playfully.

Max's eyes narrowed at him, blistering glare that Eddie just rolled his eyes at, he was used to it. "Whatever," She huffed, when Eddie pulled into the gravel drive of her trailer. "I'll never be a simp like you Munson." She declared smugly, reaching for the door handle.

"Right, you keep telling yourself that." Eddie snorted. "You just worry about selling that shit, you got me? We gotta settle up with Rick this Saturday."

"I got it." Max rolled her eyes, patting her backpack full of weed. "I'll have it sold by tomorrow. Going to a party tomorrow."

Eddie nodded. "You need a ride?"

"No," Max blushed, pausing for a moment. "Lucas is taking me."

Eddie barked out a laugh, clapping his hands together. "Oh really? Lover boy's gonna take you?"

Max huffed. "Shut up. We're just friends." She slammed the door to his Mustang. Eddie rolled down the window. "You go enjoy your pizza."

"Oh, I will." Eddie grinned, pushing the gear stick back.

"You're getting weak in the knees, Munson!" Max called from the steps. "Stand up, you fuckin' simp!"

Eddie laughed, shaking his head before pulling out of the driveway. If only she knew, Eddie grinned to himself, looking down at his phone. His heart rate picked up at your little message, 'on it's way. see you soon drive safe :)' so minimal- it had no business making his head spin the way it did, foot pressing further on the gas.

Probably for the best Max didn't know how in deep he was with you, she'd tease him relentlessly if she did. But how could he not be? You were perfect, Eddie was sure of it.

The way you always smiled so wide when you saw him, even when you had a bad day, your eyes lit up, grin crinkling up to your eyes. You’d hug him tight, muttering a quiet, “Hi, baby,” that always left him floating.

He’d bury his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deep. Your skin, your perfume- fuck, you smelled so good, intoxicating to him. He’d secretly spray your perfume, the pink, slender bottle on your nightstand, all over his clothes before he’d leave, pressing his nose to his collar when he wanted a whiff of you. Carrying you with him through the sweet scent of your perfume.

Or the way you’d hold his hand when you two would walk through the mall, lazily bumping hips while he carried the bags- he always insisted on carrying the bags. You’d drag him into Sephora or Aerie, and he’d just stand there with the basket, letting you pile it up and not complaining once.

He loved it the most when you’d go try things on. When he got to see you come out, spinning around and examining your body in the clothes. He had an excuse to gawk at you openly. You’d get frustrated when he’d tell you that you should get everything you tried on, that you looked good in anything you tried on.

He like it when you’d stop and smell candles, holding the open jar out towards him, giggling when he’d wrinkle his nose in displeasure at the scent. “No?” You’d raise your brows playfully, he’d shake his head.

He‘d get positively smitten when you’d sit at the Hideout with him, recording and snapping pictures on your phone of him and the boys to post later. Filming TikToks and hoping they’d go viral. One did, once, they’d gained some traction off of it and he was so thankful for you. Smiling proudly when you reported the video’s growth, and it spreading even wider across your face when the boys cheered you on for it.

He loved how funny you were, even when you didn’t mean to be. Pulling faces that left him shaking with laughter, or snarky comments that he couldn’t help but grin at. You were mean when you wanted to be, a little hedgehog with a prickly exterior and a soft underbelly. You were protective of him, he knew that. Saw it when you’d snap and sneer at the waitress who got too flirty, eyes daggers that scared her off. Just as venomous, if not worse, when some guy flirted with you at a party. Sending him retreating with his tail tucked between his legs, your hand on Eddie’s leg or wrapped around him, touching him somehow to show your claim. You usually would kiss him deep, trailing down his neck and sucking a deep bruise into the porcelain skin of his neck. It was more PDA than you usually would give, but with him, you didn’t care- it drove him wild in the best way.

He was glad Max or anyone else wasn’t around to see how soft he got around you. Especially in the intimacy of your relationship, when the two of you were alone. He’d lay on top of you, head in your chest, smothering himself into your breasts while you played with his hair. Twisting and twirling the ringlets around your finger, pressing kisses to his head while he laid there, letting himself be babied by you. He never expected you to be so caring and sweet like that, it had taken a while for that side to come through, but once you showed him a tiny shred of it, he was hooked for life.

Eddie liked how sweet you were then, but nothing compared to how sweet you were to him when he was between your legs, lapping at your cunt like it was his lifeline. Like his only purpose in life was to please you, and he was convinced it was. Your voice would lilt, nasally and high- nearing a whine. You’d sing his praises, back arched and writing while he devoured you. You were so sweet, tasted so sweet, sounded so sweet. To hell with what anyone else thought about you, Eddie knew you were sweet, his sweet girl.

And you knew him too, the Eddie that the world didn’t see- or he tried not to let see. The sweet, dedicated, lovestruck boy who bended to your whim. Who would do anything and everything for you, did everything for you. Eddie Munson, the simp- no, the certified lover boy. Your certified sweet lover boy.

[elliezlils11utt]

Bad idea - girl in red. (E.W)

content: You cant get your on & off ex, Ellie Williams, out of your head. So you decide to call her over.

song link: https://open.spotify.com/track/57j65yC2HggQfmYNc6rdOK?si=2416f86b42e84be8

warnings: nsfw, hate sex, angst, smut, mean!ellie, degration, reader is a hot shit mess. (me!) if i missed anything lemme know!

a/n: Im still sick asf and my phone is broken so ive kinda just been writing the past few days. this is not my best work, like at all. (its so bad) but the storyline is kinda interesting. (based on "bad idea"- girl in red)

proofread?: none of my work is ever proofread lmao.

You and Ellie had been broken up for a couple months now. But of course you had not been able to get her slick ass smile out of your head. She plagued your thoughts, being the only thing you could think of. She was the worst partner you could ever have. But, god was she ethereal. 

So when you sat at the edge of your bed with her image glued to the inside of your eyelids you picked up your phone. Was this a bad idea? Probably. Did you care? Nope. You sat there staring at the past messages. The fights, then the make up texts. Then more fucking fights. 

You squeezed your eyes shut. Contemplating the mistake you were about to make. Its like she was a fucking drug you were addicted too. You couldn't get enough of her, even If you tried. Which you really did this time. Really hard. This had been the longest you and Ellie had stayed apart. Ever. You always somehow ended up back with her. Ignoring the pleas of your family and friends to dump her ass for good this time. It was a bad idea, to think you could stop. Because now here you were, your phone up to your ear with Ellie on the other line. 

“Hey, ellie?” You stumble over your words. 

“Hey.” Fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Her voice.  

“Uh- um. What are you doing right now?” 

“Nothing.”

“Wanna come over? Like, for a smoke.” bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. 

What you can only assume is an amused chuckle muffles the phone line. “Sure.” 

“Kay, cool! Uh, see you soon?”

“Mhm.” 

The line ends abruptly. Oh fuck. Ellies coming over. Again. Fuck why did you do that? Your totally fucked now. You spend the following minutes pacing around your house. One little horny butt dial can turn into a series of bad decisions. You knew this. Yet Ellie is sitting across from u on your coach. Blunt in mouth, eyes on u. 

“You know, ive missed us.” she admits while passing the weed to you. You take a drag of the blunt, ignoring her blatant attempt to ‘win you back’ (it was working)

“Why did you call me over..?” 

“You want the truth?”

She just stares back at you with those droopy red eyes of hers. Those gorgeous fucking eyes that got you into this mess in the first place. 

“Im horny. and i missed you.” Smoking always makes the whole truth come out of you. Even if you didn't want it to. 

“Yeah?” There it is. That cocky lopsided smirk. 

“Yeah.” Blowing the smoke out of your mouth you lean closer to her. And she does the same. The tension makes the air thick and foggy. A competition to see who will break first. (that she always wins) and surly this time was no different. You close the gap between you two. Pressing your lips onto hers. She cups your face with her hands, desperately pulling you farther into her. She put her hands under your shirt. Undid your bra and said these words. “Darlin you're so pretty it hurts” breaking the kiss she pulls your shirt over your head. And threw your clothes down on the floor. Your brain goes numb. Allowing Ellie to take complete control. All you can think about is her lips on yours. Too busy thinking about the wet kisses trailing down your neck to worry about the consequence to this pleasure. 

She said “darling are you ready for more?” Her hands found your tits rubbing the fatty flesh in her hands while she kissed your collarbones. Her lips pecked kisses down your body. Her tattooed hand slipped down and into your painties, feeling your heat. her finger explored your slippery folds. You throw your head back while whimpers leave your mouth. She plunges a finger into your sopping cunt. “F- Fuck els” 

 “Yeah? You like that pretty girl? You missed my fingers, yeah?” 

You just nod repeatedly. Another finger finds its way into your cunt. Her digits curl into you relentlessly. 

“Words baby.” 

“Fuck els. Yes. y- yes.” You moan 

“Fucking slut.” she chuckles before returning her mouth onto your tit. Her tongue swirling around your pebbled bud and her fingers pumping in and out of your pussy makes your back arch. But you can't help but be pissed at yourself for letting her bring you this pleasure after the pain she caused you. This is wrong. You shouldn't be doing this.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, ellie. Ellie stop.” you push her head away.

“What's wrong? I thought you wanted this.” 

“I do, I mean. At least I thought I did.” You quickly throw your shirt back on.

“I don't get it?”

“It was a bad idea, calling you up. I shouldn't have said anything. We are bad together ellie. I fucked up.” guilt rushes over you. You shouldn't have said anything. And that was the truth. You told yourself that you would never get back with Ellie again. Ever. You told yourself that you would never let ellie fuck you again. You told yourself that you wouldn't let Ellie get in your head again. “I need to be alone. Just, go? Please.” 

“Yeah alright. Call me when u wanna finish this, kay? Cause u always do” She says bluntly before rolling her eyes and leaving. A tear breaks free from your glossy eyes. Thats fucking problem. She thinks that you will call her again. Because ‘you always do.’ And she's not wrong. You always end up calling her again, Whenever u get lonely, or horny, or miss her. Who the fuck would miss Ellie, fucking, Williams? You. You miss her. Because you can't get enough. 

a/n: I apologize for this. :D

[minisugakoobies]

Should be leaving for work but laying here (yes I got back in the bed) and thinking about best friend's bro San and the threesome with the Topaz bros

I got about 90 minutes of sleep last night so I took a sick day, so I'm more than happy to lie here and pick up your train of thought, Luce…

At the party, San brings two of his friends from the club where he's been picking up shifts as a bouncer. He tells you that Wooyoung, the dark-haired one with the cheeky smile, is the most popular bartender, and given that he immediately starts flirting with you as soon as San finishes saying your name, you can see why.

He introduces the redhead as Hongjoong, says he's the in-house dj. Hongjoong doesn't say much, just sort of nods coolly along with whatever the other two say as the four of you converse, but you feel his gaze on you the whole time.

BFF comes over to drag San away to meet some people she knows from work, trying to help her lil bro do some networking. San doesn't want to talk to them, but BFF informs him that she's tired of tripping over his hand weights and wants him out of her hair sooner than later, so he sighs and follows her. As soon as he's out of sight, Hongjoong inclines his head, silently asking you to come closer.

"We brought some party favors," he says, peeling back his bomber jacket to reveal three perfectly rolled blunts in his inner pocket. "There's one for San, but he's busy, so - you want?"

You do want, so you lead the two of them out onto the little terrace that's decorated with cheap lawn furniture from the thrift shop and several fake plants because your thumb is steadfast black. Woo pats the space on the lounge chair beside him while HJ sits on the folding chair on your other side.

HJ sparks up the first blunt, but rather than taking it for himself, the three of you pass it around. Woo asks you questions about what you do, where you're from, and HJ still mostly listens. Around and around it goes, smoke filtering through the dim lighting provided by the string of tiny bulbs hanging overhead.

When the joint makes its way back to HJ, he holds on to it for one, two, three puffs. You're already feeling a little loose, that pleasant buzzing snaking its way through your body, so you pout.

"Excuse me, I believe it's puff puff pass."

HJ's lips curl as he hums. "You're right, how rude of me. Here."

He inhales again, orange embers flickering briefly, and tilts his head to the side as he leans towards you. You eagerly slide forward, pressing your mouth to his. The tip of his tongue against your lips encourages you to open, breathing in the smoke he exhales. His lips linger, lazily moving against yours, and you hold the smoke as long as you can until your lungs are screaming for air.

"Fuck, that looks like fun. My turn," Woo insists, tugging on your arm to bring you back down to earth. Taking the blunt, you suck in a mouthful. You've barely tipped your face up when Woo cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a heated kiss. More smoke ends up in the air than it does in his mouth, but he clearly doesn't care, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips, whining when you caress it with your own.

"Damn, Woo, always so needy," you hear HJ laugh. Woo ignores him, continuing to plunder your mouth like a pirate. "Come on, dude, you gotta share."

You break away from Woo's embrace to ask HJ whether he means the blunt or you, only to catch sight of San standing by the kitchen window, staring out at the three of you, wearing the most sober expression you've ever seen on his handsome face. It shakes you a little, and you nearly drop the joint, stumbling to catch it before it lands in Woo's lap. When you look up again, the window's empty, and you wonder if he was really there or if the weed's making you see things.

By the time the last toke is taken, you've convinced yourself you were just imagining things. But maybe the three of you should go somewhere a little more private. You don't realize you've said that out loud until HJ nods and Woo jumps to his feet. Your room is off limits to the party, so there's no one inside when you enter, hand in hand in hand.

……tbc?

[ajaxpetropolisismyhusband]

Ajax - Not you

Warnings: High Ajax, Y/n starting arguments for why?, drugs, angst, fluff, DONT DO DRUGS KIDS

It was 1 am and a soft knock at the door awoke Ajax from his 'state'. He groaned in annoyance, hoping his roommate Xavier would open the door. 

Since Rowan got expelled, Xavier started to share his dorm with Ajax and right now he wished he never moved in because the first knock was practically silent and it profoundly got louder each minute.

"XaViEr.." Ajax cracked his voice out and turned his head towards his roommates bed, only to not find him there. 

Ajax facepalmed mentally and got up from the desk he was trying to sleep on for some reason and dragged his feet towards the door. "Who is it?" he asked in annoyance.

"Baby? can i come in please? We have the nightshades meeting tonight remember?" A soft voice called out.

Ajax's droopy eyes half lit up and he opened the door and pulled the knocker into hug.

"Its my N/nnnnnnn...." He said baby like. 

Y/n shut the door with her foot and broke the hug to look at her boyfriend properly.

"Jax, why are your eyes droopy and red?" she asked with a bit of worry and grabbed his face to inspect it a bit better. "Are you sick? why does it smell weird in here too?" she looked around the room and there it was.

4 joints (in the UK we call them zoots if you were wondering :D) on the desk Ajax was trying to sleep on. Y/n shook her head and placed her index finger and thumb on the bridge of her nose.

It wasn't the first time Y/n caught him like this. Normally, he would be asleep and she would find them in the bin or peaking out of his pillowcase. 

She never really saw him high and to be honest, she never wanted to ask.

Ajax followed Y/n's previous gaze and opened his mouth.

"Cara mia, i can explain about those but i can't find the right words" Y/n put one hand behind his neck and sighed in defeat.

"You know what? you don't have to explain anything." She let go of her boyfriend and walked towards the desk. 

Ajax scratched the top of his hat in confusion. "Ill get high with you." she shrugged and picked up on of the joints.

Ajax widened his eyes in fear, he didn't look like he took drugs anymore. Instead, he walked up towards his girlfriend without tripping or stumbling like he would normally do.

He took the blunt from her hand and placed it down. Before Y/n could say anything, Ajax put a hand in front of her mouth.

"Not you my darling. Y-you can't take it."

"What why?"

"Just not you okay? Anyone but you. How about you go to the nightshades meeting without me and tell the others ill be there tomorrow. Please."

Ajax let go of Y/n and encouraged her to leave the dorm by extending his arm like a gentleman to lead her out but Y/n, like the stubborn independent woman she is, didn't let go of her boyfriend.

"Babe, this isn't the first time knowing you take drugs. I've seen you like ten times and i've never asked or stopped you. So, why are you stopping me?" she snapped. Ajax sighed in annoyance and put both of his hands on the side of her face.

"You listen to me Y/n M/n L/n. I take this crap when i have shitty days and i don't wanna talk about it. This is my way of coping and if you do it too, it will just ruin you and i don't want you to end up like some stoner idiotic loser like me." 

So many questions were running through Y/n's head, she pushed away his hands away from her face.

"When you have shitty days? really?. I thought we talked about everything together! I thought when you had shitty days, you would sneak into my dorm and cuddle me! but no, you just do that for the sake of it don't you? the real coping method for you is smoking this shit!?" 

Y/n wanted to cry, but she stood her ground and Ajax grumbled.

"That's not what i meant N/n... I love cuddling with you. It's like im on cloud 9 whenever im with you. It's just, i can't worry you all the time you know? just throwing pressure onto you, only for it to get better the next day. It's not fair on you baby. I need to be the one there for you but i do such a shitty job."

Suddenly, all of the rage had vanished. Somehow the floor managed to suck out the venom in her veins and he gazed softened

"Ajax...i didn't know. Baby, im so sorry!" The H/c haired girl clung onto her boyfriend and he hugged her right back. "And your not a bad boyfriend or a loser! You're literally everything i asked for! even more! Your existence, your presence. That's what keeps me going."

Ajax smiled into her hair and kissed her forehead lovingly.

"But obviously, if doing this helps you cope, then i understand. I just care about your health you know?"

Ajax shook his head reluctantly.

"No baby.. you're right" 

He broke the hug and held both of his girlfriends soft hands in his big rough ones. "I promise, from now on ill stop. I love you" He smiled and tilted her chin up for her to meet his gaze.

Y/n smiled and kissed her boyfriend. Lingering her lips on his longer than usual and Ajax couldn't get enough of her .

"I love you more baby." 

The couple then walked towards Ajax's bed and cuddled. They both held onto each other like there was no tomorrow.

Few hours later, Xavier walked in and inspected his best friends bed to find Ajax's head laying on Y/n's chest and Y/n's head was on top of his.

"They deserve each other." Xavier smiled to himself to find that his friends eventually found each other and despite some differences, they made it work.

Xavier pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the two sleeping so he could tease them about it tomorrow.

"Damn, i need a girlfriend too." He mentally noted.  

[angeledeggs]

How would Julian react to coming home to seeing his MC smoking weed. Would he join them after being confused? Also how would he and the M6 be like when stoned lol

Request filled! Once again, y'all, sorry for taking awhile! Life is busy and I'm doing my best :) <3

Julian🦠:

I mean, Julian probably wouldn't care.

I mean, he used to be a doctor, he knows that weed can have relaxing and calming affects.

He Probably gets a bit concerned if you end up paranoid, though, and will make you drink some water in an effort to help you.

Most likely won't ask for a hit, but might if he's stressed.

He's extremely bad at rolling his own blunts, they all end up falling apart.

If he gets high, though, he gets quiet and just stares at the ceiling cause he's day dreaming, like, *so* hard.

Asra💜:

He gets super giggley when he's high.

Like, you could crack the lamest joke, and They'll laugh for like five whole minutes about it.

When he's high he'll crave toaste so bad and while eating a whole load of bread cause he just eats toast after toast.

Will play some Arabic music quietly and just vibe out, but also gets sleepy so hell probably just lay on the floor like half awake while he listens to it.

Will hold Faust and start to cry cause they're getting sentimental.

Probably hates the smell of weed and will burn like, a million incense sticks, which just makes it worse in the end.

Muriel💙:

He can't handle weed, like, at all.

It gets him feeling sick and dizzy and last time he tried weed he almost vomited.

So...

Yeah, he doesn't do weed.

But he doesn't really care if anyone else does it because the smell dosent bother him.

He's surprisingly good at rolling blunts, though.

Nadia💎:

Doesn't really react to the weed.

She dosent quite care for it, either, so she doesn't really smoke it often.

She will sometimes though, since she finds that it helps reduce her headaches.

But like Asra, she also hates the smell of weed.

She'll literally open every window in the house and use like a hundred dehumidifies in an attempt to get rid of the smell.

If it has any affect on her which it usually doesn't, she'll probably just get a bit sleepy.

Portia🧡:

Weed makes her super hyper so she usually smokes it when she's tired or wants to do some chores without getting exhausted.

She sleeps like, ten hours once she's finally done though, doesn't matter whether or not it's night or day.

She's horrible at rolling blunts so she bought this blunt roller thing she uses to roll them.

Only smokes it every once in awhile, but will literally make "kosher blunts" jokes each time she does.

Dosent really care about the smell but gets annoyed if it lingers in her bed or blankets.

Lucio👑:

He literally can't even smoke a full blunt.

He'll take ONE hit and he'll already be super dizzy and high already.

He tries to act like he can take it, but he can barely smoke weed at all.

He's a sore loser though and super petty, so sometimes he'll just light a blunt and wave it around his room so that the room will smell like weed.

Cause of his luck, though, the smell never lingers.

❀

[robertsmithclone]

I Wait For You (Its What I Do)

Xavier Thorpe x Female Original Character (Sade Ricci)

Sade Ricci’s fangs just came in two weeks into the school year, so that means a transfer to Nevermore academy. (Does not follow show plot)

1.9k words (part three)

TW: cigarettes, vapes, mention of pills, blood, mentions of making out, falling and becoming unconscious, eating disorder if you squint, weed, smoking

Posting to Ao3 under wonde_rr and Wattpad under SHADYGROVEE

Playlist: it’s in the works

chapter three masterlist

“So, Sade, why don’t you wear glasses like Yoko? I mean, I never really asked why she wears them…have any of us? Yoko’s usually with Divina nowadays…”

Having Ajax as a partner in Thornhill’s class was not Sade’s favorite part of Nevermore, and she doubted it ever would be.

Sade liked Ajax. He was nice, funny even, but sometimes he wouldn’t not stop talking and asking questions. Sade would bet most of her money that he was high right now. Despite that, she hoped they would make good friends now that Xavier convinced her not to remove herself from the group the other day.

That was Monday, which meant it was Friday. Sade couldn’t wait to get out of third period. Staring at the back of Xavier’s and Wednesday’s heads while they worked on the assignment together was making her sick.

“Sade?”

The girl turned to see Ajax staring at her. She smiled slightly.

“Sorry, Ajax, I zoned out.”

The gorgon smiled back at her. “It’s all cool. You’ll have to provide some answers to my questions another time.”

“Oh yeah…” Sade wasn’t sure what to say, she almost felt bad (mostly for the fact she wanted to drain his blood. Only slightly, though).

She quickly scribbled down her phone number in her notebook and ripped out the paper, handing it to Ajax. “Here. Text me later.”

Ajax looked confused for a moment when he picked up the paper, before grinning at her again. “You don’t have snapchat or instagram?”

She just kind of looked at the boy and he laughed. “I’ll take that as a no. Jesus, I’m hungry. Do you think anything in here is edible?”

Sade tuned him slightly out again, focusing more on the assignment than anything else. She was smart, yes, but she knew she couldn’t focus on trying to stab both Wednesday and Xavier with her eyes the whole period. Plus Ajax certainly wasn’t getting much done.

“Is it because you’re like a baby vampire? Y'know, the blood pills and shit?”

The vampire sighed.

—��

“…Dude, you’ve never seen How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days?” Ajax had a bewildered look on his face and Xavier wanted to shoot himself.

“No, Jax.” The artist sighed as he watched his best friend take another hit of his blunt.

“Enid made me watch it back when, y’know, she wasn’t out of the closet. It’s actually so good. I should’ve told you about it before so you could’ve used Ben’s sexy tactics to get with Wednesday. Wait, I think she’s dating Enid. Hey, where’s Rowan?”

Xavier sighed again, before inhaling the smoke Ajax was letting out. “I don’t care about Wednesday anymore. Rowan is probably with Sade at this rate.” The boy ended with a sour look on his face, feeling extremely jealous.

Ajax looked at him. “Wait, did you seriously just get over Wednesday like that? I mean Sade is attractive, but we’ve known her for like, not even a week yet.”

Xavier shook his head. “I’ve been getting over Wednesday. She made it obvious she wasn’t interested back in like, sophomore year. Her getting with Enid was the last push I needed.”

The gorgon looked at him skeptically. “You sure it wasn’t Sade?”

“Yes! I’m sure! This isn’t about her, or Wednesday, or Bianca, or Tyler!” Xavier burst up from his seat in the corner of the dorm. He had a hand on his hip and one rubbing his temples.

Ajax put his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry dude, you know I didn’t mean it like that,”

Xavier looked up at the boy before Rowan walked in. Both their heads turned to him, his lips seeming slightly swollen and his hair mussed up. “Hey, guys.”

“Christ, what happened to you?” Ajax questioned.

Rowan flushed as they heard loud music start, flowing in from the window.

All three boys went to look out of it, seeing a window from the girl’s dorms open, and out of it flowing an Italian melody. A sweet voice singing the Italian perfectly started to flow over with the music.

Xavier slammed the window shut and the other two boys flinched. The artist stormed away from it to the other side of the room and started pacing.

It was silent for a moment before Xavier spoke. “So what, Rowan, you were just with her, weren’t you?”

Neither boy had to ask who the taller boy was talking about, it wasn’t even a question.

“…It-it’s nothing serious…just…fun…?” Rowan spoke and it sounded like a question. Sade had made it clear to him that she just wanted to make out. That was it. What Rowan hadn’t expected was a cut along his lip and a small hickey on his upper jaw.

Xavier was fuming and Ajax looked slightly frightened.

“What fun?” He spoke with venom in his voice that felt thick.

“She told me she just wanted to make out, I dunno. I doubt it’ll amount to anything if that’s what you’re worried about, Xavier.” Rowan sighed. “She’s all yours.”

Ajax looked between the two boys before taking another hit of the blunt and texting Enid what was happening. The girl had sent various emojis before responding with actual words.

Enid

this is almost council meeting worthy!!!!!!

Enid

like what do we do about Sade

Enid

i hate to say it but she’s been messing?? things up a little bit. rocking the boat if you will

Ajax

yeah

Ajax

really nice tho

Ajax

we’ve all been in a routine with each other for so long and she’s just altered it yk for better or worse

Enid

EXACTLY!!!!!

Ajax put his phone down to see Rowan had gone into the bathroom and Xavier had sat down again, but he was sulking. Not too unusual.

“Dude, we kind of knew Sade was flirty, I really doubt it’s anything.”

Xavier didn’t say anything for a minute, just sitting with a jealous look on his face.

“I know I can’t control her, but I already really like her. If she’s just running around doing shit with guys for ‘fun’ then how am I supposed to try and get with her anyways?”

“You’re overthinking it! You just gotta try. If she’s not into it then you can’t do anything about it. We just met her, she could be the devil for all we know. Chill out and if it’s meant to be, it’ll be. I’m sure we’ve all made out with people before without it meaning anything…hormones, Dude.” Ajax provided surprisingly good insight and Xavier looked at him.

“You’re right. I can't take this shit out on Rowan…I’m just scared I guess. I’ve already taken this liking to her and I don’t wanna lose what I don't even have yet.” The boy sighed, running his hand through his hair.

Ajax nodded and pat Xavier on the shoulder. “This shits tough man, I get it. Your past romances don’t help. You deserve something good. Let this be good!”

Xavier looked up at his best friend and smiled slightly before looking down to his phone.

——

Saturday came around and Sade found herself in the woods again. Her jeans and sweatshirt weren’t exactly suited for the rain and a damp vampire was not a happy one. Her umbrella would have to suffice.

She was upset because of the rain, itching for a cigarette, her stomach was growling, and she couldn’t find anything to help her thirst for real blood. Sade knew the blood pills would help that over time, that’s what they were meant to do, but she couldn’t be bothered to listen to her Dad anymore.

Her Dad was a vampire and she didn’t know her mother, so she was probably some sort of half-breed, the reason for her not knowing she was a vampire till her fangs came in and her lack of sunglasses so she didn’t go blind. This was her working theory, but she had never asked her Dad. He didn’t like to talk about her mother.

“Christ I need a cigarette…or a vape…something to stop this headache.” Sade muttered, cursing herself for leaving her cigarettes in her dorm.

After finding nothing to drain the blood out of, she stumbled upon Xavier’s shed again. There was no one in it and Sade was desperate.

She picked the lock with a stray bobby pin and started rummaging through anything and everything to find some semblance of nicotine.

Eventually Sade found an old vape, thrown in a drawer with a few crumpled pieces of paper. She hit the vape a few times, which surprisingly wasn’t dead, before she calmed down. What felt like animalistic urges were gone.

The vampire threw the vape back into the drawer, closing it quickly. She stopped for a moment before opening the drawer back up and taking out one of the crumpled up pieces of paper. Sade unfolded the paper, straightening it out on the desk as she saw what was on it.

Fangs, eyes with slight red penciling, lips, and hands with long fingernails. A look of confusion twisted on the girl's face as she took out more of the crumpled papers, seeing similar things on all of them.

Sade looked at the drawings laid out in front of her, biting the fingernail of her thumb before crumpling them all back up and stuffing them in the drawer. She took another hit of the vape before slamming it shut.

The vampire stood there for a moment before spinning around in horror as she heard laughter and footsteps begin to draw closer.

“Merda, merda.” She mumbled under her breath, unsure of what to do.

Her mind seemed to move on autopilot as she quickly took off her shoes and slipped out of the crack in the door, abandoning her umbrella where she left it outside. The voices and footsteps were getting closer and closer. Sade stuck her shoes down the front of her sweatshirt before running to the nearest tree. She climbed it quickly and with skill. Perks of vampirism.

Xavier, Ajax, and Rowan had approached now, confused at the sight of the umbrella and unlocked door. Sade watched from above, not daring to breathe. She seriously didn’t wanna fuck up the already fucked up friendships she had going on with these guys, especially Xavier. She knew he’d be pissed.

“Jesus, things were going well after last night.” Xavier was pissed alright. “Is someone in there?!”

The boy stormed into his shed, Ajax and Rowan looking at each other before following after him.

Sade could hear what was going on inside, another perk of vampirism! There was shuffling, the voices were muffled but she could tell Ajax and Rowan were trying to calm the artist down. She was fairly certain she hadn’t left anything out of place, not touching anything but the door and the drawer with its contents.

Xavier stormed out of the shed, his two best friends right behind him. He started looking around the nearby woods as Ajax and Rowan tried to come up with explanations.

Sade hoped she was occupying the only place they wouldn’t look; up.

The combination of all three boy’s blood almost made her want to jump to the ground and—she needed to focus.

It was hard, though. Last night she had cut open Rowan’s lip ‘on accident’ with her fangs while making out with him. She had tasted exactly what she had been craving, and she would bet her life—not that she really had one, in a literal sense, she was technically dead—that Xavier’s blood tasted even better than sweet Rowan’s.

That was the last thing she thought about before slipping out of the tree and falling to the ground. It was all black.

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translations

merda - shit

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tags:

@solacestyles

@wxnderingthoughts

[salt-is-a-terrible-currency]

If I go too far

Written for day 3 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Words: 737

Pairing: Javier x OFC Aurora

Prompt: choking

Warnings: smut, choking, past trauma

“I’ll go easy, yeah?” he murmurs in between nips and licks to her throat. “And you got to tell me if I go too far. Deal?”

“Yes, Javi,” she sighs. She’s trembling, perhaps both from nerves and from excitement. He hopes it’s mostly from excitement. David Rodríguez did this to her once. Wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed until her vision became nothing more than pinpricks of light. Javier never thought he would do any such thing. Not to any woman but least of all to Aurora. She asked him for it though, last week as he was halfway inside her, when she guided his hand into a light grip and asked him to just hold not constrict. It was terrifying, intriguing, and at the end of it she came harder than she ever had before. Tonight he’s closed the blinds, locked the door, done everything short of unplugging the phone to ensure that they’ll be left alone for the evening.

Aurora’s got a gorgeous neck. He remembers one of the dresses she wore at their wedding, green and with a high neckline that made her look even taller and regal than she already did, with her tattooed hands clasped in front of her. Part of him is afraid to bruise it, to blemish something so perfect. Another part is thrilled at her display of trust, while a third is worried sick about someone finding out and accusing him of being a wife beater. By the time they’ve gotten each other naked she’s already so slick that his fingers meet no resistance, and when he presses the blunt head of his cock to her opening there’s a wet sound as she accepts him into her body. Javier raises a hand to her throat. Lets his fingers wrap around it but doesn’t squeeze.

“How do you feel tighter like this, huh?” he groans in her ear. “Makes no sense.”

“A little harder, Javi,” she begs. He obeys, gradually applying more pressure until she nods. It’s not all in his head, she really does get tighter as he presses in on her airways - her inner walls clamping down on him. It goes in waves. First, he holds tighter. Then, he lets go and provides her some respite before once again squeezing. Just seconds at a time and never hard enough to bruise. She comes with a wheezing whine, her hips grinding up against him in search of even more contact, and he releases her throat to plant both hands against the mattress and rock into her. When he follows her he shouts, teeth sinking into his lower lip to muffle the sound lest someone overhears and comes running. The room goes quiet. Aurora’s breathing - while not hindered - is still uneven and Javier props himself up on one elbow.

“You good?” he asks, searching her face for the slightest hint that she’s not. A furrow in her brow, a tear in her eyes. Anything. But all he finds is heavy eyelids and plump lips pulled into a lazy grin. She reaches for his cheek, humming.

“Yes, Javi, I’m good.” She’s still clutching him in her cunt, determined to keep him there, and he’s happy to allow it. He kisses her forehead, her nose, then her lips.

“I know you wouldn’t hurt me,” she assures him, sensing the worry behind the affection. Another kiss on her lips and Javier - reluctantly - pulls away.

“Where’s your mind, querida?” he asks, pulling his jeans on and cracking the window open to smoke. He’s started going outside to smoke ever since they began trying, but figures this is an exception given that he just had his hand wrapped around her throat. He’d rather not leave her alone right now, should it all come rushing back to her. She sits up and pulls the cover over her lap.

“I think we’ve both come a long way in fixing our personal issues.” Her hand drops to her belly, rubbing it in anticipation for what might one day grow in there. “But I hope by the time we get company, we’ll be even better.” He hums, note sure himself if it’s in agreement or if he’s just making sure that she knows he’s listening. Javier finishes the cigarette in silence, crushes it in the ashtray, and wanders over to the bed where he drops down to plant a kiss between her eyebrows.

“We can certainly try.”

[howtowearblackinthesummer]

See THIS is why I needed my tumblr back.

I know a therapist is what I really need but this app is free 😭

I have been doing REALLY BAD for an extended period of time now. I have a panic attack almost every morning that comes with nausea. I’ll smoke to stop the nausea but it doesn’t help the lack of motivation to leave my bed. When I finally do get dressed to go to work I’m already 2 shots in before I get there and I drink sporadically throughout the day. I’m fucking a married man that I work with, planning on fucking a different guy that I work with out of sheer curiosity, and bcuz of a few bitter women I am now the resident slut in my workplace. My clients and admin love me so my job isn’t in jeopardy but I’m not well liked amongst colleagues. My days are so energetically taxing that by the time I get home I’m EXHAUSTED. I don’t wanna talk, tidy up, I don’t even have the energy to roll the blunt that I believe would make me feel better (or at least numb). I either cry most of the way home or just ride here in silence. I have no motivation or energy to even draw or play video games. I feel physically attractive but I don’t think I like who I am anymore. I’m just always fuckin tired or sad.

I thought I was doing well to build my credit and become a homeowner, but now even my dad has given up and suggests I move out of my house and into an apartment instead. I hate being a disappointment and lately that’s all I see when I look in the mirror. I never finished college. I didn’t even go to school for art or teaching so I constantly feel like an imposter, and even though I’ve been given a raise and a promotion I don’t think I’m actually taken seriously.

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I hurt so bad internally that I impulsively got tattoos that didn’t even hurt. Last time I got like this I cut myself to see if I could even still feel things bcuz I felt so numb and apathetic.

THEN I don’t have anyone I can talk to about all this. My friends have their own lives. And honestly I think they’re my friends, but I don’t think I’m theirs fr. Not from their perspectives.

I just feel so rejected and unwanted. Like if it weren’t for the kids at my job (and of course my mom) I don’t think I’d actually be missed ? Like it’d be a passing memory of “oh I wonder what happened to Taylor” with no further follow up.

I also feel unworthy of even being able to vent about my sadness. I didn’t grow up in an impoverished or abusive home. I haven’t experienced the death of someone close to me. I have chosen to end the lives of beings growing inside me and I carry that guilt TREMENDOUSLY.

Like I really and truly don’t want to be here, but who am I to take away the life that my mother prayed for. A life she kept and wept for. She wouldn’t understand why I couldn’t just hold on until she left first. Parents aren’t supposed to bury their children. But FUCK

I want my mania back 😭😭 where is that delusional hyperactive bitch when you need her.

Thank you tumblr for being a void I can scream into that sometimes echoes louder than the void inside of me. Maybe one day I’ll feel full again.

[chyanxrene]

Paris - ft Blaise Zabini

♡ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Blaise Zabini x Y/N

♡ Summary: Threesome with Draco and Blaise, that’s all

♡ Warnings: Explicit content, just pure smut, MxMxF, anal (ish), degradation, drugs, alcohol, spitting (let me know if I’ve missed anything)

If you looked up confidence, you'd see Y/N's name under there, she knew what she wanted and with a few simple words she could get it. Regardless of how others saw her, the negative comments they made, she ignored them— typical signs of jealousy.

It only boosted her ego further.

Sure, she slept with quite a few boys over a number of years, but that didn't make her a slut— as others called it. She enjoyed sex as much as the next male, it was her body and she could do as she pleased with it.

It was her seventh year in Hogwarts, the final year. After the war, many students weren't too bothered about the exams, most still reeling from the aftershock of the lives lost and numerous casualties.

However the one thing about the war which was seen as a positive, was that all the houses congregated into one. The four houses that once stood tall, rivalling against the other every year, now stood together.

Of course there were some objections— mainly from the Slytherins and Gryffindors, however everyone shortly after accepted the new outcome.

Y/N was grateful for the change, this meant she was able to meet with people that she hardly spoke with, she enjoyed learning about others traits and being surrounded by good company.

And most of all, she enjoyed a good party.

That's where she first met Draco Malfoy, it was the beginning of the seventh year. She'd never spoken with him before. Slytherin were always secretive when it came to their parties, so she had never been to one, until a few months ago.

Obviously she saw had him around school, in a few of her classes, but they'd never spoken. So after one too many shots, the party ended quickly, ending with the pair tangled in his silk green bedsheets.

Bodily fluids, and the smell of sex and alcohol still surrounding them.

It was always a one time thing with Y/N, she made sure she never went back to the same male, or female twice. Relationships were not on the table for her, so she didn't want to disappoint anyone.

The same could be said for Draco, he clearly had the same thoughts as Y/N, which led to the pair hooking up a few times per week. No feelings were involved at all, which is just how they liked it.

Rough, filthy, sheet-clawing sex is what he gave her. Y/N was used to being the more dominant and controlling one in the bedroom, but it appeared she had met her match.

It was a Friday evening, Y/N usually spent her nights in the dungeons, drinking and relaxing with the former Slytherins. Usually ending her night in Draco's room, but today she had an idea, today she wanted more.

She carried her flask into the common room, no more passwords so she easily walked in. The smell of the room instantly flooding her nostrils, cannabis and alcohol.

Pansy had her arm draped across Theo's shoulder, taking the blunt from him and placing it between her lips. She took a long, slow pull, holding the smoke within her mouth for a few moments. She grabbed Theo's chin, forcing his mouth open before blowing the spoke into his mouth.

"Starting the party without me?" Y/N laughed, rounding the chairs and settling in front of the couple.

"You're always late, Y/N, then again not even Draco's here, so I guess you're not that late," Pansy lazily smiled.

"Where is Draco anyway?" She frowned, looking around the room, which only Theo and Pansy occupied.

"Probably shagging someone— who knows," she laughed, she dabbed out her blunt and leaned back into the plush sofa.

"Respect me a little Pansy," Y/N heard a sharp voice coming from the top of the stairs, she turned her gaze to investigate the face of the voice.

There he was, dressed in his turtle neck and school trousers. Blaise stood next to him, the pair glanced at Y/N, and then whispered amongst themselves. Usually she didn't react to whispering that she knew was about her, but this made her feel some type of way.

It wasn't nervousness, it was pure excitement, she had wondered if Draco had the same idea as her. But by the look on his face, she knew he had the same idea. They were similar in many ways, perhaps in an alternate universe they would've been together, but not in this one.

Draco and Blaise strolled down the stairs, talking between themselves, Draco's hand gestures appeared to show enthusiasm to what he was saying. Blaise had a smirk across his mouth, taking in everything that Draco was informing him.

Y/N watched their every move, waiting for them to join the threesome in the centre of the room. Draco found his place beside her and Blaise sat on the spare sofa to the right of them.

"It's rather cozy tonight, don't you think Y/N?" Draco spoke, interrupting the silence that everyone had previously sat in.

She nodded slowly, taking a swig of her flask. The alcohol burning her throat, she could almost feel it flow through her bloodstream.

Pansy raised an eyebrow, and then lit another blunt, "what are you up to Draco?" She laughed, handing the now lit blunt over to Blaise.

Y/N watched as he placed it between his lips, his eyes closing as he inhaled, opening shortly after when he exhaled. Y/N felt a tingle in her lower stomach from just watching the action.

"Nothing Parkinson, just noting the coziness of this room," Draco smirked, his eyes glanced to the side of Y/N's face.

He took the flask from her, forcing Y/N to let out a groan of protest, but he ignored it. He swallowed the rest of the contents in the flask, dropping it back into Y/N's lap.

Some liquid lingered on his bottom lip, a droplet close to streaming down his chin. But Y/N caught it just in time, using the pad of her thumb to collect the liquid and brush it back onto his lower lip.

Draco's gaze was heavy, a darker shade of blue now in place of the grey hue that they usually had. The tip of his pink tongue darted out, licking his lower lip slowly.

He maintained eye contact with Y/N, he wasn't tasting the alcohol— no, he was tasting her.

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat as she watched him, his eyes never left hers. But they did flick from her lips to her eyes a few times. Draco Malfoy was a tease, and she loved it.

"Let's play a game, shall we?" Theodore laughed, he grabbed everyone's attention by his sudden suggestion. Pulling Draco and Y/N out from the current trance that they were both in.

"Sounds fun," Blaise muttered, his eyes notably heavier from the drugs that he had consumed.

"How about, never have I ever?" Pansy raised and eyebrow, looking at everyone's faces to see if someone were to disagree.

"I love this game," Y/N replied, sitting up eagerly waiting for the game to start.

"I'll start," Pansy spoke, "never have I ever, had sex with someone in this room," she smirked, raising her cup to her mouth.

Everyone followed suit, it was an easy question, something to warm everyone up. Theo was next, he took some time to calculate his question, or maybe he was just slow because of the blunt he had smoked.

"Never have I ever, thought about fucking a teacher," he smirked, drinking a shot of his drink quickly.

Unfortunately for Theo, no one else agreed with him, so he was now the recipient of a room full of laughs towards him.

"You're sick in the head," Blaise laughed, almost coughing from how hard he had laughed.

"Okay, I'll go next," Blaise smiled, "never have I ever wanted to sleep with my best friends partner,"

The shots were consumed by everyone, up next was Y/N, the alcohol had already gone to her head. Igniting all of her senses, she desperately craved to be touched, her skin raising with goosebumps from the lack of it.

Draco placed his hand over her knee, his thumb rubbing circles around her skin. Y/N was grateful that a he had opted to stay in her uniform for the rest of the day.

She cleared her throat, "never have I ever had a threesome," Y/N smiled, not drinking anything as that wouldn't be true. Pansy, Blaise and Draco on the other hand, gulped their drinks.

"And no one told me?" Theo frowned, Pansy slapped the back of his head, "you're too emotional when it comes to sex Theo," she laughed.

"Fuck you Pans," he chuckled. It was finally Draco's turn, he waited for a moment, swirling his cup in his hand, watching the brown liquor almost spill off the edges.

"Never have I ever, thought about fucking two people in this room at the same time," Draco spoke, raising his head to watch Y/N's answer.

Pansy scanned the room, squinting her eyes, she shrugged and then drank her drink. None of the males consumed their alcohol, so they waited for Y/N, to see what her answer was.

Y/N felt the rooms air become heavier, almost stuffier. The heavy smell of Draco's cologne, mixing with the light touches he pushed onto her skin, made her wet. There was no more denying it, or trying to fight it off.

Y/N downed the rest of her drink, dropping it onto the table in front of her.

"How did you know?" She whispered to Draco, however she didn't look at him, she didn't want to make it too obvious.

"Your eyes give it away all the time— tell me who you want, and I'll bring them for us," his breath was close to her ear, he kissed her earlobe and leaned back, fingertips still brushing up and down her bare thigh.

Y/N knew exactly who she wanted, she didn't need to think about it twice, "Blaise," she said, now facing Draco. He raised his eyebrow, his signature smirk forming onto his lips already.

"As you wish, darling," he smiled, "I'll see you in ten minutes," that wasn't a question, it was an order. Y/N knew what he meant, 'go to my room and wait for me there'.

So she did, waving goodbye to Theodore and Pansy, who were in a world of their own.

She climbed the stairs, the adrenaline edging her already. Excitement filled her body, she'd wanted this for weeks, ever since she first spoke with Blaise. The deep, soothing voice, she instantly imagined him talking her through an orgasm, and from then on she wanted him.

Y/N made it to Draco's room, she settled onto his bed, that she had grown do accustomed to throughout these past months. She kicked off her shoes, then placing them to the side as Draco hated a messy room.

It seemed like forever since Draco had told her to go to his room. She decided to make herself comfortable, propping herself up onto her elbows and flexing her toes.

She heard muttering from outside the door, signalling Draco and Blaise had arrived. She sucked in a breath and waited for them to enter the room.

Draco walked in first, holding a bottle of fire whiskey, Blaise followed behind, he had removed his tie grasping it firmly between his fingers.

"There's my little angel," Draco brightly smiled, even though he would never be with her, he still adored her and cared for her. So every compliment he gave to her, he meant with his entire heart.

"Hi Draco," Y/N said, greeting him in a friendly voice, Draco then frowned, which made Y/N raise her eyebrow, "you're not going to greet Blaise Y/N?" He tutted.

Draco strolled over to her, grabbing a hold of her chin firmly, "where are your manners," he spat, looking directly into her eyes.

She licked her lips, a playful glint in her eyes, "my apologises, hello Blaise," she smiled. Blaise nodded, throwing his tie over to Draco, who swiftly caught it with one hand.

Draco hummed in response, nodding towards her wrists, she held them up immediately, holding them together whilst waiting for Draco to bound them.

"My sweet girl," Draco mumbled, pressing a kiss onto her forehead, he tied her wrists together, then secured them to his bed frame, "how are you feeling," he asked.

A standard question, each time they had intercourse, he needed to know how far to push her.

Y/N smiled, "perfect."

He nodded, and moved towards the end of the bed, he gripped each ankle of hers and dragged her closer to him. The harsh movements caused Y/N to let out a unexpected moan.

"Blaise," Draco said, nodding towards his friend. Y/N watched as Blaise made his way beside her, sitting on the bed so his back was facing Draco. He stroked the fallen hair out of her face, his movements were soft, just as she expected.

Draco settled onto his knees between Y/N's legs. He widened them, pushing her skirt up so her underwear was on full display. Her arousal apparent, the red underwear she wore was visibly darker in the centre.

"I can't wait for you to taste her Blaise," Draco growled, his hands gripped each thigh, spreading her legs further apart.

A hum came from Blaise, noticeably deeper than Draco's however the effect was still the same. As Draco left kisses on her inner thighs, Blaise took the time to leave wet, sloppy ones across her jawline.

Y/N's eyes screwed shut, feeling Draco's fingertips brush the centre of her underwear, he let out a breathy laugh from hearing her own heavy breaths.

Blaise quickly tangled his fingertips between her hair and forced her head up.

"Watch him," he whispered, his eyes were stern, a warning in his voice. She became intrigued to know what would happen if she didn't.

He continued holding Y/N's head up, his spare hand unbuttoning her shirt, revealing the lace red bra that matched her underwear. Blaise let out a sigh, diving forwards and kissing her chest.

Y/N's eyes never wavered from Draco's, she watched as he curled a finger underneath her underwear, the cool air penetrating her sensitive skin. He shot her a wink, and snapped the underwear against her skin, a hiss resulting in the action.

"Please— Draco," Y/N pleaded, Blaise's mouth never stopped, his teeth and tongue nipping and sucking along her chest. Leaving red and purple bruises in its wake.

"Oh, look Blaise, she's begging," Draco chuckled, his thumb ran up and down her clothed pussy, forcing the lace material against the soft skin.

"Of course she is," Blaise smirked, he pushed her bra down, revealing her breasts.

Draco took the opportunity to fully snap her underwear, leaving her cunt exposed, the warm arousal now cooling instantly against the cold air.

He leaned down, breathing against her pussy, the smell of her arousal made his cock strain against his boxers. Both of the boys movements were timed a little too well, as if they had planned this.

Draco licked a long strip up her pussy, swirling his tongue around her clit before sucking on it. Blaise, similarly done the same, swirling his tongue around her nipple before sucking on it.

The sensations drove Y/N insane, the stimulation that both boys were providing her with was unlike any other. She wanted more, she was greedy, so she would get more.

As usual, Draco groaned at her taste, dipping his tongue in and out of her hole, gathering the wetness on his tongue to lubricate her clit— not that it needed it.

Blaise massaged her breast, removing his mouth fully from it, he leaned up close to her ear. His breathing heavy, almost panting. A finger suddenly slipped into her pussy, curling instantly to stroke her g spot.

"Oh— God it feels so good, don't stop," Y/N whined, her hips bucking at the feeling. Blaise's hand held her hip down, securing her in place, "don't be impatient," he whispered in her ear.

Sweat formed across her forehead, the coil inside her threatening to break soon. Draco used this as an advantage, stretching her out with not one, but two extra fingers.

Y/N gasped, and then moaned loud, a little too loud for Blaise's liking. He shoved three fingers into her mouth, preventing her from letting out a single word.

"Do you like when he fucks you with his fingers, hmm— Y/N?" Blaise spoke, his deep voice hot against her ear.

Draco continued thrusting his fingers in and out, flicking his tongue up and down her clit.

"Answer me princess," Blaise repeated, he too began thrusting his fingers in and out of Y/N's mouth, however not as harshly as Draco.

Y/N nodded eagerly, tears forming at the corner of her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. Saliva escaped from the sides of her mouth, falling down her chin.

"You want to cum?" Blaise asked, he had a fake pout on his face, watching poor Y/N struggle against his tie.

Draco removed his mouth, leaning up onto one hand, the other still pushing in and out of her. His mouth was shiny from her arousal, he licked his lips and stared at Y/N, waiting for an answer.

"Answer him," Draco demanded, slowing his movements, Y/N let out a disgruntled moan, her eyes pleading with both boys to let her cum. Blaise removed his fingers, allowing her to breathe— and then speak.

"Please, please," her voice hoarse, tears fell down her cheeks, as Draco continued to edge her, knowing exactly how to bring her to the brink and then take her back down again.

Blaise turned his head back to Draco, "make her cum."

Draco nodded, thrusting his fingers out mercilessly, he eyed her every movement. Each heavy breath, each shake of her leg, he watched it all, he was in awe with how responsive she were to him.

"Shit," Y/N rasped, her orgasm tumbling through her body. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her mouth opening to let out a scream but it was muffled by Blaise's lips.

His tongue entered her mouth, flicking and sucking her own. Draco slowed his movements, the wet noises from her cunt, was music to his ears. He removed his fingers, pushing them straight into his mouth.

Her taste was delicious, if she'd let him, he'd do it all day, just to taste her.

Blaise's mouth left her own, leaving her breathless, he reached above her, undoing the tie. Y/N had almost forgotten the ache she experienced from having her arms stretched above her head.

"Let's put that mouth to good use," Draco said, undoing his belt and ushering her towards him. Y/N scrambled to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of where Draco now stood.

"Tell me how you feel, darling," he whispered, brushing her crimson cheek with his fingers.

"Amazing," Y/N smiled, tilting her head back so her neck was on display. Blaise sat behind her, collecting her hair into a pony tail.

Draco looped the belt around her neck, securing it so it gave her little room to breathe, just how she liked it.

Her hands fumbled with his button and zipper, eager to please him. She heard Blaise behind her, repeating the action. Draco lifted her head using the belt, "you'll be a good girl won't you?"

Y/N nodded, the pair both gave each other a brief kiss, before Y/N was pushed down into an arch by Blaise.

Draco pulled down his trousers and boxers, revealing his hard erection. The tip oozed with pre cum, which made Y/N's mouth water.

He brushed her hair, massaging it and stroking it at the same time. Y/N jolted forward, feeling Blaise run two fingers up her leaking pussy, he collected her cum onto his finger tips and then licked it off with his tongue.

"You're right Draco, she tastes amazing," Blaise said to his friend who stood opposite him.

Draco nodded, and guided his tip towards Y/N's mouth, she happily opened it. Sucking on his tip, her tongue flicking around allowing his pre cum to dance along her tastebuds.

Blaise ran his tip up and down her entrance, she heard him spit behind her, but not on her. He lubricated his dick with his saliva, wanting a smooth penetration for him and her.

Light thrusts came from Draco, not wanting to choke her with his dick so soon. He waited for Blaise to push inside of her, her neck still at a tilt from Draco holding the belt.

Her hips were gripped tightly, a bruising grip at that, but she relished in pain, so she didn't care.

Draco nodded towards Blaise, both boys having mischievous looks upon their faces. And without warning, both boys pushed inside of her, filling her body to the brim.

Y/N couldn't even moan, all she could do was squirm around, Blaise stretched her similar to how Draco did. She could feel the curve of his dick, the veins inside of her.

She clenched around him, a groan coming from Blaise as he picked up the pace. Draco's tip hit the back of her throat, over and over again. The belt restricting her airways, forcing her to breathe through her nose.

The corners of her mouth hurt, her throat sore but she was determined. She hollowed her cheeks, flattening her tongue to take in more of Draco's dick. He didn't give her any chances to take a breath, he was now in control of her breathing.

Blaise's thrusts were brutal, his hands squeezed her ass and then smacked them. The stinging pain subsiding quickly by the amount of pleasure she was receiving.

"Your mouth— is so— fucking good," Draco grunted.

Saliva and tears dropped onto the floor below, her arousal leaking onto her thighs, she was a filthy mess.

Y/N tensed, feeling Blaise's thumb rim her other hole. She had done this before with Draco, however it still came unexpectedly. Draco noticed the reaction, and immediately told her to relax, she followed the orders without question.

She felt warm spit cover the hole, lubricating the area before Blaise could push his thumb in. His thrusts never faltering— in a way, distracting her from the taboo feeling she were about to endure.

After Blaise prepared her, he slid the thumb inside. There was a slight pain, but it didn't last long, Y/N was too caught up with what was going on in her mouth and cunt. Her entire body felt full, and she was content with it.

"So— tight," Blaise groaned, his head thrown back as he continued to pound into Y/N. Each thrust he gave her forced Draco's dick inside her throat even further.

Blaise reached around her body, rubbing her clit quickly with his other thumb. Y/N became lightheaded, her vision blurry, stars now in replacement of Draco who was in front of her.

Her orgasm tumbled through, forcing her to choke on Draco's dick. She squeezed around Blaise, as her second orgasm arrived. Her finger nails digging into the mattress below her, toes curling against the sheets.

Draco was first to cum out of the two boys, he enjoyed seeing her reactions, so his orgasm had always been nearer. He filled her mouth, some of the cum dripping out of it.

Blaise followed shortly after, pulling out and painting her ass with the ropes of his cum. Both boys letting out satisfied groans, Y/N almost stumbled forward but recovered her balance quickly.

"That was-" Y/N couldn't even think of a word, she was in a state of bliss.

Draco collected the escaped cum with his finger, pushing it into her mouth, just before she was about to swallow he held her jaw, "hold it," he ordered.

Blaise used his two fingers to wipe some of his cum off her ass, the cum threatening to drop onto the bed. But he was faster, Draco dragged Y/N's head up with the belt, so Blaise had better access.

He guided his fingers that were coated in his orgasm into her mouth. Both boys cum now mixing with her own saliva, she swallowed instantly, not giving the action a second thought.

"Rest now darling, you did so well for us," Draco whispered, brushing the strands of hair that had stuck to her face away.

"So perfect," Blaise said, kissing the crown of her head.

"Let's get you cleaned up, Y/N," Draco suggested, pressing his mouth into her forehead, he waited for her answer, but it was delayed.

There was a sudden knock at the door, angry bangs from outside the room, all three of them turned their heads to the side.

Draco raised an eyebrow at Blaise, which Blaise shrugged off.

"Next time, invite me you fuckers!" Pansy yelled, Theo was heard cursing, telling Pansy to leave them alone.

Y/N laughed to herself, after this, there would definitely be a next time, and was more than happy to invite Pansy Parkinson into the mix.

[murdercouple]

DOUBLE INTERVIEW

PERFECT IF YOURS IS A MULTIMUSE BLOG! PLEASE, DON'T REBLOG! REPOST INSTEAD, REPLACING OLD INFORMATION WITH YOUR MUSES'.

BEFORE I FORGET, BE SURE U PICK JUST TWO!

SHALL WE BEGIN?

Chucky: Yeah yeah, whatever, but hurry!

Tiffany: I'm here, ain't i? (quoting Violet, lol).

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

Chucky: Chucky!

Tiffany: Tiffany!

FAVORITE ANIMAL:

Chucky: Pooh! One should keep their house free from such low life forms! (then he gets his kids a dog/cat and ends up loving it).

Tiffany: All, but tarantulas have my heart. They're cute and dangerous, just like me.

FAVORITE COLOR:

Chucky: Red.

Tiffany: Dark blue.

WHO DO YOU LOOK UP TO?

Chucky: Chucky!

Tiffany: Jennifer Tilly. It was such an honor to have her playin' my human self!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF EACH OTHER?

Chucky: She's a pinecone in the @r$£, but she's MY pinecone in the @r$£! Love ya, Babe.

Tiffany: I could say the same 'bout ya.

WHAT DO YOU ADMIRE ABOUT THE OTHER?

Chucky: The fact that she's sweet, as opposed to me. Yes because i can also appreciate the people who are different than me, as long as they are genuinely so.

Tiffany: The bluntness of his tongue.

HAVE YOU EVER DRANK UNTIL YOU FELT SICK?

Chucky: What happens if i say yes?

Tiffany: Nope! I treat myself well. I do smoke a lot though...

YOU LIKE YOURSELF? BE HONEST.

Chucky: Yes!

Tiffany: Yes!

FAVORITE FOOD:

Chucky: Swedish meatballs. Don't people know me at all!?

Tiffany: Cupcakes and cherry flavoured candy in general.

COFFEE OR TEA?

Chucky: Coffee.

Tiffany: Tea.

FAVORITE CARTOON:

Chucky: Pinocchio.

Tiffany: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.

LAST TIME YOU CRIED:

Chucky: Can't remember when, if ever (he's reluctant to disclose such things in public so who knows).

Tiffany: A couple of days ago..

PIZZA OR SUSHI?

Chucky: Pizza! Who the hell eats raw fish?

Tiffany: Pizza.

DO YOU REGRET SOMETHING?

Chucky: Nah...

Tiffany: Not ripping those concerned's @rs£ when i had the chance to.

HAVE YOU EVER WALKED ON HIGH HEELS?

Chucky: Hmm, i'm pretty sure my cinematic counterpart did. In Nica's body, to be precise! (these two right here are actors).

Tiffany: Almost everyday.

FAVORITE BODY PART:

Chucky: My butt. Y'all can kiss the entire seating of it!

Tiffany: My eyes.

LEAST FAVORITE BODY PART:

Chucky: I'd say my nose. It looks like a potato (lmaooo).

Tiffany: My legs. They once were longer and slenderer...

DRUGS?

Chucky: Occasionally.

Tiffany: Hanged if i do!

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SAY TO YOUR FANS?

Chucky: F√¢k you very much.

Tiffany: Follow us, sweethearts!

I tag: @askglenandglenda + @askchuckandtiff + @splinterdsoul + literally ANYONE!

[hangovercurse]

Teeny Tiny Secret

After months of trying, you and Colson finally get those two pink lines… the day before tour starts.

Request: “I know that requests are closed, but I HAD to share this before it left my mind. When you have an opportunity, could you please write a story where y/n is in super early (not showing or anything) stages of pregnancy and on tour with mgk. She & Colson make a plan to keep it from the bandmates for now. It becomes difficult when he becomes super over protective (not letting her carry anything, not wanting the guys to crowd her), unconsciously put his hand on her stomach, and ordering non-alcoholic drinks for her. The band suspects something. Y/n talks with him to try to get him to calm down a little. It works until the guys ask you both about it directly and Colson's the first to crack.”

Colson Baker x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Y’all are all up in that spring baby fever… this is like my 3rd or 4th baby request recently

Word Count: 2211

You and Colson had been talking about having a second kid for months but stopped trying a few weeks before tour started. You didn’t think it had worked until you woke up three days before tour and rushed to the bathroom, morning sickness wrecking your body. Colson felt you getting out of bed and followed a few minutes later, tiredly. When he found you hunched over the toilet, his whole demeaner changed.

You knew for sure the day before tour, after multiple pregnancy tests you had gone to see an OBGYN for confirmation. Sure enough, you were pregnant. The universe sure knew the definition of ironic timing.

Colson’s immediate reaction was to have you stay home. “All the traveling and partying isn’t gonna be good for him.” He said, pacing around your bedroom while you laid on the bed. “Tour life is not good for babies.”

You raised your eyebrow, “him? It’s been one day and you’re already setting unrealistic expectations for our unborn child.” You joked, a small smile on your lips.

Colson’s mouth gaped before he continued, “Y/N, we need to be serious about this. You can’t come on tour if you’re pregnant.”

You rolled your eyes, “Colson, I am not letting you leave me here while I am pregnant. I’ll be fine. I won’t drink and I’ll take it easy. You just have to make sure the guys don’t smoke around me and we’ll be fine.”

His eyes went wide. “Shit, the boys.” He paused to think as confusion crossed you. “If the boys find out about this they’ll freak out and then the whole tour is gonna be a shit show.”

It was kind of funny how much more worried he was than you were. “Babe, come here.” You motioned for him to come sit in the bed with you to which he complied. You leaned your back against the headboard, expecting him to follow. Instead, he laid so his head was next to your stomach. He pressed a small kiss into it, making your heart fluttered, the reality of the situation hitting you and making you insanely happy. “Why are you so worried?” You asked him softly, combing your hand through his hair.

He reached, moving your shirt up so he could kiss your bare stomach. He mumbled against your skin, “I think I wanna keep this a secret for now.” You hummed and he continued, “just for us, y’know? I wanna enjoy this.”

You nodded, “I’m still coming on tour with you, though. I don’t wanna be alone right now.”

He smiled against your stomach, finally moving up to sit next to you, pulling you towards him for a soft kiss. His hand went to your stomach, rubbing circles into the skin. “I can’t believe we’re gonna have a fucking baby.”

You smiled against his lips, a thought popping into your head, “can we tell Casie at least?” His eyes lit up at your suggestion, a quick nod of his head affirming the idea.

 The next day was hectic, as all first days were. You had gotten a list of everything you could and couldn’t do from your doctor, and the all-clear to fly for the first trimester. So, you and Colson found yourself with the crew at LAX airport bright and early in the morning. Ashleigh passed you an itinerary, letting you know that you would all be meeting the bus in Cleveland, where the first show was.

Colson’s arm hadn’t left your waist since you got to the airport, holding you to his side all morning. Occasionally you could feel his thumb rubbing circles near your stomach, something that was definitely becoming a habit of his. At one point he ended up standing behind you, hands resting on your stomach as he held you against him. You tried not to give anything away, but you found it adorable how excited he was. He wanted to be as close to the unborn baby as possible at all times, his hands constantly near your middle.

Eventually you arrived in Cleveland, walking down the long hallway to the baggage claim, taking in the small Cleveland hall of fame that the airport had created. You spotted your suitcase and went to grab it, but Colson beat you to it. “I got it, babe.” He gave you a look that let you know you wouldn’t be carrying anything.

You sighed, “I can get it Colson.” He shrugged, grabbing his bag off of the carousel next. The man now had a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder and two suitcases in his hands. “Seriously, it’s not that heavy.”

He shook his head, “I’m not letting you carry anything heavy. I can do it.” You sighed but let him, knowing you wouldn’t win this battle.

Unbeknownst to you, Baze had seen the whole interaction and was very confused.

 Later, once you had arrived at the arena, you were hanging in the dressing room with Slim and Irv on the couch. You guys weren’t really talking about anything in particular, mostly just cracking jokes about Rook’s outfit for the night.

When the younger boy heard Slim say he looked like “if Willow Smith and Gerard Way were put into a blender,” he came over, blunt in his hand.

Rook started jokingly arguing with Slim and you were all laughing at his distress. In the middle of their argument, however, Colson came over and grabbed the blunt out of Rook’s hand. He put it out in an ashtray before returning to you, squeezing himself between you and Irv.

Everyone, including you, stared at him, dumfounded. “Dude why the fuck-“ Rook started, only for Colson to cut him off.

“You shouldn’t smoke in here.” He shrugged, arms wrapping around you. He squeezed your waist, letting you know why he really did it. You were somewhat thankful; smoke was bad for the baby. But there are less obvious ways to have gone about that.

Rook grumbled but didn’t attempt to light another one. Slim looked at you, an eyebrow raised in question. You shrugged your shoulders, pretending to act innocently naïve to Colson’s behaviors.

Eventually the three boys travelled from the couch, leaving you and Colson alone. “Babe, you gotta try and be a little more subtle about that shit.” You mumbled, turning to face him.

He scrunched his eyebrows, “he shouldn’t be smoking around you. What else was I supposed to do?”

You sighed, “I don’t know, but that wasn’t subtle. If you keep treating me differently, they’re gonna figure out that something’s up.”

Colson lets out a breath through his nose, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want anything to happen to…” he trailed off, trying to keep a low profile.

“I know you’re just being careful. It’s sweet, and I really appreciate it. But either we tell the guys what’s going on or we figure out how to be more subtle.” You thought you guys were being quiet, but once again Baze was standing just within earshot, hearing your entire conversation.

 Colson demanded you stay backstage instead of in front of the gates like normal tours. “I don’t care if they think something’s up, you are not getting anywhere near that crowd.”

This was something you could actually agree on, not wanting any crazy fangirls to try and reach over the barricade and hurt you by accident (it had happened before). So, you were stood backstage before the concert, like normal, only this time you had a spot next to the stage picked out just for you to watch. Colson came over to you, jumping up and down in excitement.

You giggled at his happy demeanor, feeding off his energy. “Good luck kiss?” You offered to which he happily nodded. You pulled him in by his shoulders, intending to give him a soft kiss. Colson being Colson, however, decided that this was the perfect time for an extremely heated make out session.

You didn’t complain much as his hands explored your waist, paying special attention to your stomach, where a small bump would soon be forming. His lips against yours were heaven.

“Okay loverboy!” Ashleigh called, making him pull away from your lips but he kept himself close to you. “You’re on.”

He nodded towards her, giving you one last peck before running off to the stage. Before he left, his hands lingered on your stomach just a little longer than normal, his eyes glancing down to it for a split second.

Then you watched the love of your life run towards the stage, a grin on his face. “I love you!” You called. He turned to you right before he got on stage and mouthed the words back to you, knowing you couldn’t hear him anymore. You smiled, the sight of him living his dream making your heart melt.

Slim was on the side of the stage closest to you, and had caught the last moments of your intimacy, including Colson’s attention to your stomach. He perked and eyebrow at the sight but shook it off as Colson being into some weird new thing.

 After the show, everyone was hyped up on adrenaline and alcohol. The crew decided to move the party to a nearby club. Colson wanted to take you back to the bus and stay there with you all night, but you made him go. “Colson, I have been in this condition for all of 3 days. I am fine. You just finished the first show of your tour. We,” you pointed between the two of you, “are going out to celebrate, even if that means I can only drink water or pop.”

He rolled his eyes but gave in, letting you drag him down the street towards the rest of your friends. When you got to the club, you grabbed a table with Ash, Irv, Baze, and Slim while Colson took Rook to get drinks for everyone.

When the pair got back, they started handing out drinks. Colson set a glass of water in front of you, causing the group to raise eyebrows at you two, which you just shrugged off, sipping the water. As much as you would have loved to get wasted with your friends, you knew it would hurt the baby. You tried to act as nonchalant about it as possible, realizing that it was gonna be hard to hide your secret if you got water every time you went out.

This was going to be a long 9 months.

“I wanna dance.” Ashleigh said, grabbing Irv and Rook and dragging them to the floor. You grinned, about to stand up and join them when you felt a hand on your thigh. You turned towards Colson, who was currently stopping you from having fun, giving him a glare.

He shook his head slightly at you, leaning close to you to whisper in your ear. “There’s a lot of people here, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, whispering back, “can you ease up a little bit, please? I’ll be careful. I want to have a little fun before I’m not able to move at all.”

His face was stern, the two of you having a silent argument with your eyes. You pleaded with him, trying to get him to crack but he just shook his head.

Meanwhile Baze and Slim watched you two, trying to figure out how the hell you were communicating without actually talking. “Is everything okay with you two?” Slim asked, pulling your attention to the two men.

You nodded, smiling, “yeah, we’re great.”

Baze cocked his head, “you sure? Because he’s” he pointed at Colson, “acting like you’re pregnant or something.”

You felt Colson’s hand on your thigh tighten, his entire body stiffening. You giggled, trying to play off the comment. Baze started laughing the moment he saw Colson’s expression, which you turned to see was like a deer caught in headlights. Slim’s eyes went wide, “holy shit, for real? Congrats guys!”

You laughed, rubbing Colson’s shoulder, “good job, babe. You did a great job at keeping this between us.”

He looked down at you with a sheepish expression, “sorry, I thought we were being subtle.” He mumbled and you laughed.

“Cols, I was being subtle. You were acting like I was gonna die if someone so much as touched me.” Slim and Baze chuckled at this, and you turned to explain. “We found out for sure yesterday and didn’t want anyone to get freaked out or throw off the tour or anything. So, Colson here,” your head nodded towards your boyfriend, “thought we could keep it a secret for now.”

He frowned, his friends still laughing at him. “Dude, you are the worst secret keeper ever, man.” Baze said. “It took one push and you cracked.” You giggled, nodding your head in agreement. “But seriously, congrats guys.”

“Thanks, B.” You said, “but listen, both of you. If anyone on this tour tells me what I can and can’t do because I’m pregnant, I’ll cut their dick off.” The two boys nodded in understanding.

“Am I really that bad at keeping secrets?” Colson asked, still upset that he spilled.

You giggled and nodded, “Yeah, darling. You are.”

[highpope]

pieced together pt. one

posting here too because not that many people have seen it also sorry for the weird spacing idk what’s going on

JJ Maybank x pogue reader - season 2 fic

spoiler warning!

You laid in bed watching the rain hit your windows, the radio downstairs faintly describes the fate of the world. You can’t make out complete sentences without straining, but you have heard enough from the last few days to know there were no updates about John B and Sarah. The radio has been on for days on end, your parents not wanting to miss any possible update about your friends or the storm that seemed never-ending. It was like it rained for years. It was a constant reminder of the night your two best friends were driven out into the storm and everything changed. You could hear Shoupe’s words in the back of your mind, “we lost ‘em' ' on a constant loop. You could see Kiara’s face and JJ’s hands and Pope’s heart shatter. Like all the stars had come falling down and you were the only one left to pick up all the pieces. You prayed this was all a nightmare. You could wake up and not only would they both be here, but you’d all be safe. You would give up the gold a hundred times over if it meant John B and Sarah would be home.

Both Pope and Kie’s parents had called your mom every night since that day. When she thought you were asleep, she would creep down the stairs and sit in the kitchen and cry, praying they had some good news. Something that could take away some of the pain you were in. But she couldn’t, no one could. You had to hear half the town talk about John B like he was a murderer like he kidnapped Sarah like he was some delusional kid from the cut. All while you knew the Cameron’s were roaming free and receiving sympathy for what they’re going through. It made you sick to think about. They had a private funeral for Sarah. People gave their condolences and spoke so kindly about her. They scoffed at her recent behavior and her newfound friendship from “those dirty pogues.”

Sometime around day two, your mom came into your room asking if you had heard from JJ. He had been with the Heyward’s up until that morning when he’d completely disappeared.

For a second, you felt something other than grief, knowing he had been with Pope and not his dad, but that was short-lived. You tried to imagine how peaceful it would have been under different circumstances, a world in which he was always safe. One where Luke Maybank had no control over his life. You wanted to get lost in that daydream, live in that alternative reality for a while. He wouldn’t have to keep a duffel bag full of clothes and cash under your bed for when things got bad. He wouldn’t have to know how to do stitches on himself or how to pop a dislocated shoulder back in place. He’d be safe. He’d be happy. She asked again if you had heard from JJ, snapping you back to reality. (you had not). You watched as her forehead creased and her lips straightened into a thin line, like something in her had broken too.

She hurts just as much as you do. At first, you contributed that to her not being able to take away your pain, which is part of it. But you later realized she’s lost a person, too. You had known John B since grade school, there were pictures of the group of you sitting on your swing set in your backyard at age nine. Ones of you, JJ, John B, and Pope asleep in your living room after attempting to build a fort. He stayed for dinners and birthday parties. She watched us grow up, every first day of school, soccer game, fishing tournament. Our families had somehow combined over the years. Not only does your mom hurt for you, but she lost a child. And that weight is heavier than anything.

You stopped crying by day three. Nothing left. You were completely and utterly numb but consumed by loss all at the same time. You hadn’t initially worried about JJ. He did this. He disappeared for a little, to clear his head, but he always came back. He never stayed away for more than three days. That’s how long it took for him to feel balanced again, maybe less, but never more. He said it was because he couldn’t get a burger as good as the ones at The Wreck anywhere else in the world, but you knew how much he loved the outer banks and the people there. You also knew that he’d never leave without you. And if he absolutely had to, he would at least say goodbye. He had to, he promised. You held on to that every time his phone went straight to voicemail. And when days four and five came and went and you still haven’t heard from him, you were worried. He should’ve crawled through your window in yesterday’s clothes with a few more scratches on his arm than he left with, but his eyes would glow a little brighter and he would still smile when you insisted he spends the night. So, when you cracked your window open and slept with your bedside lamp on (so that he could see the light from outside) and he still wasn’t there when you awoke, your mourning turned into something else. You sent a few texts, in case he somehow got them, but you were doubtful.

You didn’t know what it was like to live without him. There wasn’t a time in your life you could remember when you and JJ weren’t attached at the hip. Sometime around kindergarten, you two became inseparable, ultimately meeting John B and Pope as you got older and Kie when you all got to junior high. There was a weird couple of months around third grade where he decided girls had cooties, but it was short-lived because when JJ realized that meant you couldn’t be friends anymore he thought it was dumb and started coming over again. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint when your relationship changed, the lines between friendship and something more merging and becoming blurred. If you had to, for you it was the start of sophomore year. Something changed when you were together, even just sitting in silence was comfortable and exciting. Eyes started lingering, touches became more frequent, and then one day you were just together. It’s been the same since. You think back to the first time you kissed like a couple. It definitely hadn’t been the first time the two of you had ever kissed. You were sure there had been at least one during your childhood and you vividly remember a New Year’s Eve party and a couple of games of truth or dare. But this time it was different. There was something behind it.

You and JJ sat side by side in the hammock outside of John B’s. He was smoking while using his one leg to rock the two of you slowly back and forth. You were struggling to keep your eyes open and pay attention to whatever story was being told. JJ must have noticed because he wrapped an arm around you, inviting you to lay on his chest.

This wasn’t uncommon between you. JJ was always physically affectionate toward the people he cared about and you had no problem reciprocating. You stayed just like that until it was just the two of you left outside.

JJ shifted slightly under your weight causing you to wake up. “Shit, sorry. You okay?” he asked, tossing the tip of the blunt into the fire.

You nodded, “mhm.” You looked around, realizing how dark it had gotten, “You could’ve woken me up! It’s late.”

“You looked peaceful.”

You pretended to clutch your heart, “JJ Maybank being nice? Dare I say sweet?”

“Shut up,” he said, rolling his eyes. He was smiling at you like you were the funniest person in the world.

“ No, no. You care about me,” you joked, poking his chest with your finger, “you loooove me.”

“ Yeah?” he challenged, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” you said, your breath suddenly catching in your throat.

“What if I do?” He asked, but it wasn’t a question. His face was serious, a glimmer of hope in his crystal eyes.

You look slightly from his eyes to his lips. If JJ noticed he didn’t lead on. He just slowly bridged the gap between you, your noses brushing for a moment before your lips connected. It was slow and careful, not wanting to push too far, but all the same, wanting to completely unravel the other. His hand cupped your cheek, his rings cold against your flushed face as you leaned into the kiss.

You heard faint screams and cheers from inside the chateau and Pope’s “Finally!” echo out. You could feel him smiling and soon enough you were both laughing. You had finally come together and nothing would take that away.

On day six, the rain stopped and the world carried on as normal. You wanted to yell at every person you saw. How could anyone feel so neutral about anything that happened in the last week? The sheriff was dead, there was a murderer on the loose, your two best friends were gone, and your boyfriend was missing. But yeah, go ahead and go to the grocery store like any other Wednesday morning. Someone tell the earth, it’s not supposed to keep spinning after the world ends.

You were lying on your bed, staring at your ceiling as you tried to fall asleep, a breeze flowed through your window and your lamp illuminated the room. All you could hear were cicadas and the wind rustling through the trees until you heard your window creak and slide open. You tried to process everything all at once, your eyes scanning over every part of his body, trying to meet his eyes. He was wearing the same clothes he had on the last time you saw him. There was dirt under his fingernails and his face was puffy from crying. His lip was cracked and covered in dry blood and bruises littered his jaw and hands. You could cry at the mere sight of him. Before either of you could speak, you collided.

You held his head to your chest and placed kisses on his hairline. You tried to wipe your tears before he could see them, but it was no use. The two of you were a tangle of arms and legs, of broken hearts and misguided minds, so desperately trying to tell the other it was going to be okay without believing it yourself.

“I miss him so much,” he sobbed. Your heart fell to your stomach and everything you had pushed down the past few days came rushing back.

“Me too,” you breathed. JJ’s arms wrapped around your stomach and he buried his head into your neck. You stayed like this for what felt like hours, thinking that if you held on long enough the two of you wouldn’t fall apart.

You heard your door open slightly and you quickly turned your head to see your mom stood there, tears brimming her eyes. You can visibly see her shoulders relax as she lets out a sigh. Your door closes softly as if not to disturb you both. You hear her on the other side of the door, “he’s here. He’s okay.”

“My dad’s gone,” he murmured into your neck.

You can physically feel your heart break for the boy in your arms and the younger version of him, trying to find a space he belongs and mourning the only one he ever found. You want so badly to hold him together, paint all of his scars golden. To remind him how much people love him, how much you love him, but no words come out.

“Guess he finally picked up and left, son of a bitch” His voice wobbled, “I went back, uh, that night to find the necklace John B gave me.”

He pulled away so he could talk directly to you. You cupped his cheeks and swiped the tears with your thumbs before they could fall. He laughed dryly, remembering, “Climbed through my bedroom window and everything. It should’ve taken two minutes tops but it wasn’t on my dresser like I thought it was. I tore my room apart looking for it. And then my dad came home and heard me, uh he was not happy to see me, as you can imagine.”

“Did he hurt you?” you ask, moving farther away from him to make sure he wasn’t bleeding or worse.

He grabs your hands and brings them to his chest, “I’m okay, I promise.”

“Is that where you were? The past few days,”

He nods, “yeah. I woke up the next day and he was gone. I was just going to get my stuff and go, but I don't know. Something wasn’t right.” He pauses to gather his thoughts, “They all really do leave, huh?”

“Don’t say that,” you urge.

“I’m just-”

“No. Do not think like that. None of this is your fault. Your dad is a fucking awful person for not loving you like you need to be loved. Like you deserve to be loved. And John B-” your voice cracks, “John B would never leave us if he didn’t have to and, and you have me. I couldn’t ever leave you. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself

He kisses your knuckles, “I know, I know. He just has so much power over the way I think.”

“But you know. You know you are nothing like him.”

He nods, not meeting your eyes.

“These past few days, J. You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Don’t disappear on me, okay?”

“Never.” He pushes his lips to yours, urgent and longing. You move your hands to his head, bringing him closer, trying to pour yourself into him.