#i dont drink whiskey straight what do i look like??
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@naffeclipse hairdresser misunderstood me and now I'm being plagued by the Thoughts™
*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/she)
og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!
#post let luce#dcamv#bloodstain fool#menace4menace#my art#i flustered myself a bit with this one#last time my hair was this short was post number 1 of my quarantine haircuts#but hey advantage is now my hair isn't weighed down by itself and the waves stay longer fhdjs#also the drink is. idk lemonade or smth#i dont drink whiskey straight what do i look like??#cw smoking#just in case??#sir i have Lungs (and we have established smoke stinky) what kinda fantasy is this smh
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HI! i saw that your requests are open?
could i request fic where y/n is drunk at a party and mattheo(her enemy) is just silently watching over her? and then maybe she gets ontop of a table and starts dancing and like after a while mattheo js like “nope thags too much lets go” and drags her to his room and maybe things get a lil spicy with reader confessing and saying how much she hates him to the point hes the only person she can think about. maybe something like “i hate you so much i wish you weren’t so beautiful, because maybe then i wouldnt be inlove with you”??
you dont have to write this if youre not comfy with it🫶🏼🫶🏼
mwuah mwuah much love!
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anon
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes thaaaaank you
it's a party, you're having fun, you don't give a fuck about anything or anyone else, and that has nothing to do with your sour mood from five hours earlier.
So you down your drinks like you've been walking through the desert, fire whiskey after fire whiskey until you feel nothing but the music around you and the taste of cinnamon on your throat.
Mattheo see's you get wobblier as the night goes on, every fire whiskey you grab he gets more and more angry with anyone that even looks at you, which he would never admit, because he hates you and you hate him.
But when he sees you climb up on one of the tables, your skirt riding up and leaving little to the imagination he pushes himself off the wall, long strides getting him to you in less than twenty seconds.
You're so drunk it takes you a second to notice that you've not only been pulled from the table but also thrown over somebody's shoulder. You pound on his back, shouting to let you down and that they're ruining your fun.
"You've had enough fun for everyone at the party, princesa."
The nickname helps with your recognition just in time for Mattheo to place you down in front of him before he sits on the edge of his bed.
You crossed your arms, swaying a little as you pout at him, "W-what exactly do you think you're doing, Riddle?" You tried your best not to slurr, but it was a losing game.
Mattheo leaned back on his hands, "I saved you from embarrassing yourself, you'll thank me in the morning." The smirk he was wearing made you roll your eyes.
Your drunken state made you walk closer to him, standing right between him legs. You grabbed on to one of his thighs for stability, using your hand to point at him, "I hate you Mattheo Riddle."
His face was unchanging and you felt the need to go on, "I hate you, you big beautiful dumb idiot boy." Matteo quirked an eyebrow, mouth slightly agape with his smirk now.
"What did you just say, love?" You grabbed on to his thigh again, this time Mattheo grabbed hold of your waist to help stabilize you. "I saaaiiiddd...I wiiish that you weren't so bloody beautiful."
Mattheo couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm beautiful huh? Well you're one to talk, princesa."
You shook your head. "N-no," you placed a finger over his lips and he couldn't contain the smile that spread across them as you continued, "don't look at me with your dreamy eyes, call me that special nickname and make me fall more in love with you."
If you were more sober you'd regret the confession you'd just made. But instead you just pouted, mad at Mattheo for making you feel the way you did. You fully anticipated him to laugh, to make fun of you for what you just said, but instead you saw a softness in his eyes.
"Say it again."
Your head titled in confusion at his words.
"Tell me what you just said again," he repeated himself with more clear instructions.
You stood there, no longer wobbly due to Matteo's hold, but definitely sobering up the longer you've been talking. Your cheeks were beat red, whether that was from the alcohol or your confession was unclear, but regardless you did your best to stand up taller, look him straight into his deep brown eyes.
"I'm in love with you."
His lips were on yours as soon as you finished your last word, hot and heavy and messy. You're clawing at his shirt and you climb onto his lap, his hands squeezing and grabbing at your ass. You trail your lips across his jaw, down his neck and bite and lick, marking him as yours and the thought of others seeing is driving him crazy.
You go to push him down on the bed but he stops you, holding your wrists against his chest, "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"
The pout of your bottom lip makes Mattheo weaker than he'd ever admit, "No, princesa, you did nothing wrong. But you're drunk, we can't go any further than this. I'm a dumb idiot boy but I'm not a scumbag."
He lifted you off his lap and on to the bed next to him. You watched him walk over to his wardrobe before stripping down to his boxers, grabbing one of his t-shirts and bringing it over to you.
"Put this on," you pulled your top off, Mattheo biting the inside of his cheek at your bare chest before you pulled his shirt on. As you shimmy your skirt off he pulled his duvet back, climbing into the bed next to you.
You sank deep into the covers, Mattheo wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close until your head is resting on his chest. Only then do you realize how tired you really are, how heavy your eyelids are and how thankful you are for the warmth of Mattheo's chest.
Your breathing steadied out as Mattheo's fingers trailed lightly up and down your arm. Mattheo kissed the top of your head, whispering softly to himself, "I'm in love with you too, princesa."
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NOW THAT WE DONT TALK
summary: yn takes a few too many shots and drunkenly tells trevor how she feels pt.7
warnings: drinking, alcohol
series masterlist
small reminder: i changed almost everything for last chap, that being said, auston steph n mitch are NOT there, i replaced them with sabrina :) (sab carp)
after your small outburst towards trevor, you immediately went to the kitchen for drinks. you needed something— anything.
“you sure you want to do this honey?” sabrina asked, walking into the kitchen behind you.
you nodded heavily. “god yeah— if i face trevor again, or even jack, i want to be hammered.” you explained.
you picked up multiple bottles, examining each before settling on straight whiskey. you poured a shot, downing it quickly.
your face contorted into one of disgust as the whiskey left a burning trail down your throat. the taste stayed in your mouth.
sabrina looked at you concerned. she went to grab the bottle but you stopped her. “go party sab— ill be fine. i know this place like the back of my hand.” you told.
sabrina sighed before walking away to the main area. you poured more shots, and the number grew higher until you decided to walk away with the entire bottle in your hand.
you stumbled through the halls, not realizing someone was now slowly following you. your eyes scanned the familiar walls, pictures, doors, everything.
you took a sip of the whiskey, straight from the bottle as you walked into one of the rooms. it was jacks. you stopped in your tracks, looking at everything around you.
he still had the same picture frame you bought him, that you filled with a small collage of photos of the both of you. they were now replaced with him and his new girlfriend.
you don’t know why, but you began to cry. tears and mascara rolled down your cheeks as you kept looking around.
“what the fuck are you doing?” a voice startled you.
you jumped and turned around, seeing trevor. your tears and mascara covered face frowned more as you sipped the whiskey again.
“i was just leaving.” you muttered.
you go to walk by him but he stops you. “why are you here, bells?” he groaned.
your brows furrowed as you shoved him. “dont call me that.”
“why not? i helped coley pick it out.” he sneered.
“we arent friends anymore, trevor. dont call me bells.” you spoke.
trevor scoffed, rolling his eyes. you felt like crying more. “i hope you know i hate you.” you told.
trevors eyes widened slightly. “what?” he spoke.
you began to cry again. “i hate you, i hate you so fucking much. you were— you were supposed to be my best friend. my best friend, its not fair.”
trevor watched you in shock.
“i did— i did everything i could’ve to keep our friendship alive and well and when i try to move on, you just ruin me. its not fair trevor— i didnt do anything wrong.” you cried out.
tears ran down your flushed cheeks. mascara stained your skin along with the liquid running down your face. your hair was sticking to your face just ever so slightly.
“i just wanted to move on and i wasnt allowed to.” you sobbed. “how is that fair, trevor? how was jack allowed to move on— to cheat on me, but i can’t even attempt to.”
you sipped the whiskey again. “and this is even doing anything now.” you began to cry harder.
trevor stared, his eyes wide. you were right, you hadn’t done anything. you just wanted to finally move forward, and he didn’t let you, instead he hurt you more.
“i— i—“ trevor stumbled over his words before someone pushed him from behind him.
“the fuck did you do to her?” sabrina asked angrily. she rushed to your side, pulling you into her as she grabbed the bottle from your hands.
“i— i didnt—“ trevor kept stuttering.
sabrina glared harshly at him and shoved the whiskey bottle into his hands as she walked by him, pulling you along.
“leave her the fuck alone, zegras.”
tags: @slaythehousebootsdown13 , @lxnceclercs , @honethatty12 , @outrunangelss , @absolutelyhugh3s , @hockeyboysarehot , @lovinbarzal , @shadowsndaisies , @um-mads , @bqbylon , @whoreforthehughesbrothers , @Robloxlover2007 , @p3nislawd , @alexx-stancati , @queenmendes , @-eedwardss , @if-my-heart-bleeds , @love-like-woaah
#hockey#jack hughes#nhl imagine#nhl#nhl hockey#new jersey#new jersey devils#quinn hughes#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes x y/n#jack hughes x you#now that we don't talk#hockey imagine#luke hughes#cole caufield#trevor zegras#sabrina carpenter
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𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖨𝖨. ✫
*last part*
Toxic!shuri x black fem! reader
❝ 𝖨 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾.❞
w a r n i n g s
None really, js alot of arguing and shuri being crazy lmao.
X t r a s
I decided to make it a good ending 😛 this is the last part so don't ask for more 🙄
T a g s
@ziayamikaelson @letitias-fav @honey-teaaaaaaaa @mxyx-rx444
-𝐘𝐎𝐔 tiptoed into the house slowly. It was pitch black so you had assumed Shuri went to bed and just gave up. It was about 4am in the morning anyway. Surprisingly, that experience with Riri was..the best you've ever felt in a while.
Even after, she took care of you instead of just putting her pants on and leaving like some people did. You switched the lights on to see Shuri sitting on the couch, manspread with a drink in her hand. You jumped at her. Maybe giving her the key to your apartment wasn't the best idea.
"You scared me! Damn."
"Where were you?" Her grills shone as she spoke. "Iut." You grumbled as you kicked your shoes off. "You think you funny? Is that what it is?" She chuckled lightly as she glanced at your neck, full of hickeys.You ignore her and try to walk past, but she gets up and stands in your way.
She towers over you and looks you in the eye. "I said..where were you?" she says, the smell of her whiskey hitting your nose. You look away and glance at something behind her.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you mama." She licked her lips as she said it. She grabs your chin to make you look up at her. You stare up at her, not saying a word.
"Answer the question."
You bat your lashes, no response present.She lets go of your chin and clenches her jaw. "I guess we're equal now." You shrug your shoulders casually.
"You know it didn't mean anything."
"Yet you saw her...a couple hours ago?"
"Stop dragging it." She scoffs.
"Oh please, fyck you."
"Somebody else clearly did." She mutters. You roll your eyes as you push past her, heading to your bedroom. You put your phone on the bed in the bedroom and head into your en suite bathroom.
ᘛ ᘚ
After showering, you expected Shuri to be gone home, but yet you heard her walking around your house. What is going on? You put on your silk pajamas and a satin scarf to protect your hair.
The first thing you looked for was your phone. You left it on the bed, right? Well it wasn't there. You checked under the bed, under the covers, it still wasn't there.
You sighed and went out to the living to see Shuri, still sitting there- with your phone on the counter.
"Riri Williams huh?"
"Why were you-"
"You'd really stoop that low?"
"Lets get this straight, she treats me better than you ever could." You snap back. She rolls her eyes. "If you say so." She says sarcastically.
"You know what? I dont ever want to see you again. Get out." You raise your voice slightly. Shuri's eyes widen, you never, ever shout.
"What?" She replies. "Get. Out before I loose it on you." You say to her. "Ma...can't we just..." her voice trails off. She gets up from her seat and grabs your waist, rubbing it in circular motions.
"I said GET out- and leave my apartment keys here." You commanded as you push her off of you.
She got up with no problems and left through the door.
"You gone regret this one."
"Shut up and get out of my house."
"She'll be running right back to me." She thought.
But yet you never came back.
2 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋
It was now almost two months since you had seen Shuri or talked to Shuri. She still tries to reach you but shes blocked on everything. You lay your head on Riri's lap as you both had talked. You and Riri had been together and happy since that night.
Riri secretly took her phone out to get pictures of you. You grinned at her, then realised what she was doing. "Baby, stop!" You giggled as you put your hand at the camera to block the capture.
She laughed along with you as she bent down to give you a kiss on your lips. "I hate you sometimes." You groan.
"Fasho." She said, smirking. "Riri- No-" before you can finish your sentence she picks you up and throws you on her shoulder.
"Let me down!" You whine as you hit her muscular toned back.
She throws you on your bed. "You know you love me. Cmon now."
"-especially when I do this" she kisses your neck softly.
You roll your eyes and grin at her.
"I knew it." She grins back as she showers you with kisses.
𝐄𝐍𝐃.
#toxic!shuri#i love u#shuri angst#shuri x you#shuri fluff#shuri x reader#shuri black panther#shuri imagine#shuri udaku#spotify#shuri smut#SoundCloud#riri williams#riri x reader#x fem reader#princess shuri
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Cat and Mouse- Billy Hargrove X Reader
whats up yall, i am finally back for the first time in like a million ass years with some content!!!! if it wasnt obvious already yes, i am going to be writing for stranger things now. y’all can thank @wroteclassicaly for getting me into it lmaoo. but yea since i havent written something in a while i’m gonna be doing something a little shorter and more to the point lmaooo. so yea anyone who knows me from my icylangdon days knows that i <3 fuckboys that are mean. so naturally i kinda fell in love with billy when i first saw him okay. i KNOW he’s a bad person and shit but like he’s not real and he’s also sexy so. plzzz don’t be offended by this, if you don’t like billy simply scroll past!! but if you AREEEE a slut for billy, well then you just might wanna stick around for this one 😛 also dont judge me if this sucks i havent written in a million years ok. PS i am planning to write for eddie and steve in the future too so stay tuned for that if ur more into those characters!! ok i’ll shut up now teehee
description: billy hargrove decides to seduce you at a party; you decide to let him.
contains: mean/fuckboy billy, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, face slapping, brief choking, degradation/humiliation kink
wc: 3.3k
He smells like musk and whiskey and cigarettes, like a grown ass man, and from this proximity it’s dizzying. He’s sitting beside you, thigh-to-thigh, right arm outstretched across the back of the couch just behind your shoulders. You will yourself not to turn your cheek, knowing that if you catch sight of his stormy, heavy-lidded eyes, you won’t be able to resist him any longer.
Billy speaks slowly, allowing the velvet sound of his words to simmer in your ears, rosy lips nearly brushing against them.
“You look so sad,” he’s saying, and the hair on the back of your neck stands up. “Why’re you so sad, hm?”
You keep your gaze fixed on your palms, feeling a prickling warmth flood your face. You can feel the danger emanating from his pores, hanging around him like a dark, bulbous cloud, but somehow that only tempts you more. “What makes you think I’m sad?”
“You’ve been sitting here by yourself all night,” he mutters, his large hand finding your bare thigh, testing the waters. He doesn’t grope you, just trails his calloused fingertips down against your skin with a feather-light touch, and you don’t stop him. “Did your boyfriend dump you or something? Broke your heart?”
He’s mocking you, but it doesn’t register; all you can focus on is his skin against yours, his fingers tracing invisible patterns back and forth until you can no longer think straight. “I just don’t really like parties.”
He lets out a snicker. “Yet here you are.”
“I know, it’s stupid.” You occupy yourself with taking a couple sips of your drink, which is lukewarm by now, but the accompanying buzz helps to dull your nerves slightly. “I honestly don’t know why I came.”
“Wanted to try playing cool girl this year, huh?” It’s like a power line has been cut when he draws his hand back from your leg, the absence of contact almost palpable. Finally you allow yourself to meet his eyes, stomach dipping at the smirk he has plastered across his picturesque features.
“No, it’s not that at all,” you say sternly, a little embarrassed he would assume that. You don’t want him to think you’re a try-hard, even though you know it’s stupid to care about his opinion of you. He’s just some douchey guy trying to get in your pants, after all. “I guess I just wanted to try something different.”
“Oh?” he says with a tilt of his head, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. He doesn’t take his attention away from you for even a second, now spreading his hands out across his denim-clad knees. You can’t help but follow them with your eyes, wishing hopelessly that he’d put them back on you. “So you’re adventurous, then?”
“I mean, in some ways, maybe…” Your vision darts away from his face once more, not noticing how suggestive the phrase sounds until it’s too late. Clearing your throat, you attempt to regain composure. “But I don’t want to go crazy or anything.”
“I think I know how to drive you crazy in a way you’ll really like,” Billy chuckles, beginning to stand up from his spot on the sofa. Your heart skips a beat, almost like you’re panicking at the mere idea of him moving away from you. It’s jarring, and so unlike you—what the fuck kind of spell does he have you under?
You watch him move into an upright stance, his muscular frame casting a looming shadow over your head as he extends a hand before you. “I can show you. If you’re not scared, that is.”
You squirm in your seat, eyes zeroing in on the greenish blue veins that run from his knuckles to his forearms like rivers on a map. You have to remind yourself that you aren’t special, that he probably does this same routine with a different girl every weekend, but the thought doesn’t stop your body from making the decision for you.
His hand is significantly bigger than yours, and rougher in texture; he gives you a leisurely once-over as he pulls you to your feet, yanking you forth with little grace until your chest is nearly flush with his. He leans forward, sending a pleasant waft of whatever product he’s sporting in his overgrown hair directly to your senses. “C’mon.”
It’s difficult to ignore the other kids at the party who are witnessing the situation unfold, entertaining themselves with other peoples’ business in true Hawkins fashion. You’re sure some uppity bitch will call you a slut for letting Billy seduce you come Monday, but for some unfathomable reason, you really can’t bring yourself to care.
Billy walks in front of you, leading you into a dim wood-paneled hallway. It’s not his house (you’re not entirely sure whose house it is, to be honest), but he moves like it is, his steps lingering but purposeful.
His jeans are worn-out and ripped in some spots, and they’re form fitting enough that you can easily see the prominent curve of his backside. He peers back over at you as he uses one toned shoulder to nudge open a door at the end of the hall, catching you ogle him, which he appears to take rude delight in.
“I see you’re assessing the merchandise,” he snickers with a shake of his head, guiding you into the shadowed bedroom. This remark causes your cheeks to flush deep red, which becomes apparent to Billy when he switches on the light. His smile grows, eyes glinting deviously. “Aw, don’t be shy, sweetheart. I see you looking at school all the time.”
Your chest tightens at this reveal, which honestly, you hadn’t been anticipating. Is it really that obvious, or is Billy Hargrove a fucking mind reader or something? Do you really stare at his ass that much?!
You sputter out something nonsensical before you’re simultaneously rescued and pushed further into insanity- he takes your chin with a firm grip and directs it upwards, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss becomes rough in a matter of seconds, his teeth sinking into your lower lip, backing you up until you’re in front of the bed. You pull at the white beer-stained fabric of his shirt and whine against his mouth, having to stand on the tips of your toes just to reach him properly.
He’s laughing when he pulls away, shoving you back onto the pale blue comforter. You narrow your eyes irritably, offended that he apparently found your kissing techniques to be amusing. “What’s so fucking funny?”
Billy’s expression sterns at this, taking hold of your jaw so you’re unable to break contact with him. “I’d suggest watching your tone with me, sweetheart.”
He lets go, leaving you panting like a dog, but you manage to contain yourself before he notices. You lean back on your palms, crossing your leg to show off the underside of your thigh as you survey him with doe eyes. “Then explain why you were just laughing at me!”
“S’nothing, really,” he says, the corner of his lips twitching upwards as he tries to stifle a smirk. He knocks you onto your back with a quick prod to your shoulders, bowing down so he’s looking at you from above. He pets your thigh where the seam is currently hiked up, “I just love it when bitches get all worked up for me.”
You scoff, but your brain seems to have short-circuited, leaving you without any ideas for a witty comeback. His statement should have offended you, but instead it ignites a warm, tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach and somewhere else familiar to you.
Clearing your throat, you choke out a puny, “I wasn’t worked up.”
As if on cue, the tips of his fingers make abrupt contact between your legs, where arousal has apparently begun to seep through the fabric of your underwear. Your face flushes when you hear him gasp lowly, his fingers stroking you up and down to assess the damage for himself; your hands fly to your face to hide yourself in shame, but Billy doesn’t make any effort to hide his smugness. “I mean, I dunno, (y/n). I think your panties beg to differ.”
You close your thighs around his hand instinctively, which he obviously doesn’t like, because he grabs both of your knees and forces them apart again.
“You’re gonna fucking lie to me, huh?”
He’s awaiting a response, his nostrils flaring menacingly as his head cocks to one side. You’re intimidated but insanely turned on, even more so when you see his jaw clench at your immediate silence.
“I didn’t mean to lie, Billy,” you say slowly, keeping close watch on how his expression changes (it doesn’t, not really, and somehow that’s more unnerving than any other way he could’ve reacted). “I guess I just didn’t like how cocky you were being.”
“Oh, you didn’t like it.” His tone drips with sarcasm, threading his fingers through your (texture) hair to jerk your head up sharply. “Then why the fuck is your pussy so wet?”
Oh, fuck. You struggle a little under his tight grasp, but not enough to actually make a difference. He stares you down coldly as his hand returns to your underwear, reaching inside this time to actually touch you without a barrier of cotton in the way.
He starts to rub your pussy in unceremonious patterns, and your breath catches in your throat when his palm presses hard against your clit.
“Hear that?” He pushes one finger inside of you and pumps it in and out lazily, producing a crude, wet noise. “That’s the sound of a bitch that’s worked up.”
He laughs, letting your head drop back down against the bed. You’re humiliated, but some part of you wants to see how far this will go, how far he’ll take you from reality. Billy is bigger than you, and stronger than you by far, but even still as he manhandles and overpowers you, you strangely don’t feel unsafe. In fact, you feel almost euphoric.
“Nothing to say? Huh?” He adds a second finger and quickens the pace of his thrusts, sitting down beside you. “Nothing at all?”
You’re too busy moaning to make any sense of what he says, eyes going vacant and glassy as they fix on the ceiling above. You’ve never been fingered like this before- it’s evident he knows what the fuck he’s doing, despite the lack of grace within his demeanor. He places his lips to your neck for a brief moment, teeth scraping the sensitive skin there until you let out a yelp, his free hand snaking up underneath your t-shirt and bra.
“It’s okay to admit that you’re a slut, you know. You really aren’t fooling anyone, anyway,” he continues cruelly, licking his lips as he palms and squeezes at your breasts. When he notices that your eyes are on the ceiling and not his face, he smacks your cheek. “Look at me.”
He stretches his fingers inside you, groaning inwardly at the feeling of you wrapped snugly around him, and you do what he says.
“Say it.” He moves his arm faster, curling his fingers with expertise to thrust against your tight inner walls.
You only get wetter viewing his stern features, the way his brows furrow in a mixture of focus and indignation. You poise a brow, though you’re really only half-lucid. “Say what?”
He takes his hand off your breast and slaps you once again, a little harder this time. It stings, and you huff in frustration, not knowing what you did wrong. “Say that you’re a slut.”
“Wha- no! I’m not!” Why you’re trying so hard to preserve a sense of pride that ceased to exist the second you agreed to accompany Billy to the bedroom, you aren’t completely sure. You don’t have the chance to figure it out either, because in the next moment his fingers are fitted around your neck.
His lips turn up at the corners, but he doesn’t really look like he’s smiling. “We spoke for the first time not even a half hour ago, and now you’re letting me finger fuck you in a stranger’s bedroom. You know what type of girl does that?”
You blink, fairly confident what his answer will be. “A slut?”
“That’s right,” he practically spits, releasing you from his hold on your throat. It hadn’t been enough to restrict your breathing at all, but if he’d applied just a little more pressure, you would’ve been totally at his mercy. It should be a frightening idea, but secretly, it arouses you. “A fucking easy, dirty, dime a dozen slut. So say it.”
“I-I’m a slut,” you say half-heartedly, which is a struggle, considering that he hasn’t slowed his pace at all between your thighs.
“Yeah? And what else?” He keeps his momentum going, at the last minute deciding to add a third finger with a satisfied grin. You cry out, hips wiggling as you attempt to adjust to the intense feeling, which hurts in a way you never want to end.
“I- I’m easy? And filthy, Billy.” His breathing seems to grow slightly more ragged when you say his name, but he doesn’t let himself falter; still, the lapse fills you with a triumphant sensation, and you’re encouraged to continue. “I’m so lucky I came across a man like you, Billy. Somebody who can teach me a lesson for being such a dumb little slut.”
You stretch the word man, assuming it’s a title he’ll appreciate.
He takes in a breath, eyelashes fluttering so subtly you almost miss it. You know you got him, even if he’s not letting it show. “You’re goddamn right about that.”
He adjusts himself so he can run his tongue over your swollen clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you as he does. Your fingernails grasp at the covers underneath your writhing body, back arching as your chest rises and collapses, a long and pitiful moan escaping the back of your throat. He continues until your head is spinning and you don’t know who or where you are, latching his lips around your clit to apply needed suction there. In your moment of incoherence, you still are able to steal a look at the man who has made you come undone with the smallest of efforts; he’s eyeing you from underneath a veil of dark lashes, and though his mouth is hidden between your parted legs, you can see traces of a smirk reflecting in his dilated pupils.
“O-oh fuck. Billy…” you reach out and grab a fistful of his styled waves, your hips pushing against his face shamelessly. He grunts at this action, using his spare hand to swat yours away.
“Don’t fuck up my hair,” he snaps, your arousal glistening on his chin. “And you better not cum without asking me first, bitch.”
You can hear the hot blood pumping through the veins in your neck when he says this; you grind yourself against him, not caring how desperate it makes you seem. “I-I’m gonna, Billy.”
He stops, screwing his face up like he’s deep in thought. “Here’s the thing, (y/n). I don’t see the point in making a bitch cum if she doesn’t do something for me in return. And you haven’t exactly done anything for me, have you? Besides whine like a little cunt.”
You gape back at him, but truthfully, you're not actually that shocked he would pull something like this. Why would a guy like Billy Hargrove give in so easily anyway? Especially when it’s apparent that he takes great pleasure in seeing you squirm.
“I can! I can do whatever you want, Billy.” You bat your eyes at him sweetly, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip in a display that you hope is seductive. “I’m a slut, remember?”
“You think I don’t know that you’d suck my cock?” He sits upright again, and you’re forced to hold in a full-on tantrum. All you want is to cum on his tongue, call out his name until your voice is hoarse and raspy. Why did he have to be such a fucking asshole!? “Every slut I’ve ever met loves to suck me off. They fucking beg me for it. But I don’t think every slut deserves that, y’know?”
“You’re saying I don’t deserve to suck your dick?” you ask in sheer disbelief. He can’t be serious right now, can he? It doesn’t seem like he’s joking, and all he gives you is a prolonged shrug of his shoulders.
“I dunno, (y/n). Do you?”
You figure what he wants you to say- he wants you to degrade yourself, submit all your self-worth over to him for the night. You start to shake your head, and he nods once, ushering you onward.
“N-no, Billy, I don’t. But I really, really want to, Billy. I would do anything to make you cum. I’d be honored to.”
He apparently approves of your choice in words, returning to the former harsh rhythm of his thrusting. He follows this up by nudging your thighs open further and dipping his head to align with your most sensitive area, rolling his tongue effortlessly against your clit.
You’re on the brink of an orgasm within a minute, gasping and bucking your hips in total desperation. “Billy- Billy, I’m…”
You cum, and right then, whatever you were going to say disintegrates into a thousand pieces right in front of your rolled-back eyes. It’s loud, and embarrassing, probably, but you’re not in the frame of mind to think about anything other than the tsunami of an orgasm that’s encompassing every inch of your trembling body. Only when you’re limp and temporarily braindead does he remove his fingers from you, getting off of the bed and stretching his muscles like he just got back from working out.
“You definitely aren’t sucking me off tonight,” he says flatly, bringing his slick fingers up to wave tauntingly in your face. “Except for this.”
You wordlessly take them into your mouth and taste yourself, not resisting when he purposely pushes them back far enough to gag you. “Maybe some other time, if you’re good, I’ll let you. But right now, you’re still just a cheap whore in my book.”
He retracts his fingers from your mouth, dragging the mixture of saliva and cum down your chin before giving your face a chaste pat. “See you around school, (y/n).”
Then he leaves, shutting the door with one last devilish look behind him. You’re still on your back, barely having recovered from the orgasm Billy inflicted upon you mere moments before, but your mind spins wildly in the wake of his absence. You want him bad- to taste him, to be fucked by him. You don’t care if he treats you badly, or if he even cares for you at all; it’s illogical, but undeniable, the way your body reacts so naturally when he’s nearby.
If you were of sound mind, you’d probably be worrying about whether or not he was telling his friends about you, or wondering if anybody had heard your unabashed cries of ecstasy while Billy was doing his number on you. But you aren’t of sound mind; that much is clear as day.
You roll onto your side, limbs aching. You don’t have it in you to leave the bedroom yet, so you remain in this position for several minutes, merely existing.
For the first time in your high school career, you can’t wait for Monday to come. You have to see him, make him want you; it’s a game of cat-and-mouse that he’s strategically unleashed upon you, but you’re more than willing to play.
All you have to do now is plan your next move.
#billy hargrove#billy hargrove x reader#stranger things#stranger things x reader#dacre montgomery#stranger things imagines#billy hargrove imagine#billy hargrove smut#stranger things imagine#billy hargrove fanfic#stranger things smut#mine
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Raising hell
Pt.1
PLOT: your rival and you get alittle.. honest
WARNING: body shaming, drug misuse
your band ‘the holy marys’ and ‘mötley crüe’ were well known rival bands, touring with a heap of other bands in a world glam rock tour. the crüe were always placed closer to your band with dressing rooms and plane seats, the managers clearly wanting some fued and more publicity
one night you bump into nikki on your way to your dressing room, he growls down at you and keeps walking with his bass. you always found him sexy but kept it to yourself.
later on when both of your bands had played nikki bust into your room, looking at you as you take off your makeup with a slight sneer in his expression “what? What do you want?” You throw down your makeup wipe, his presence pissing you off “wanted to see how ugly you really are without all that makeup” he smirks and walks closer, his muscular arms placing outside of yours, cornering you where you sat “fucking hideous”. You groan and narrow your eyes at him “your no better, sixx. You only get pussy because your famous not because your “hot”” you lie through your teeth knowing hes the most gorgeous man youve ever seen but he sure was a dick. “Lying isnt a good look on you but.. then again youve not got a good look on you. Loud, rude, annoying and.. well..” he looks down at your belly and you raise your voice “get out my room!” He laughs knowing hes got to you and ruffles your hair roughly, leaving.
The next night before the show your standing at the side of the stage, waiting untill you get called on when you catch nikki, hes sitting on one of the many seats that lay idle, his eyes glued to your body as his foot bounces. You stare for awhile untill his singer approaches him, shoving him playfully, nikki meets your eyes just as you get called to the stage.
Afterwards you walk off, sweaty and hyped up, you walk straight to the backstage bar where the workers and other bands sit and drink, nikkis sitting with a glass of whiskey, a pretty little fan on his lap yapping while he just smiles and nods, as soon as he sees you he places her down and walks to you “hey fatty” he smiles wide, wanting to get under your skin but you just walk by him, he follows you to the bar “well? Nothing?” He asks, leaning on the sticky bar beside you “one, im not fat and two i just had a good show and im not letting you ruin my mood” you dont look at him, mouthing thank you to the bartender who passed you your jack n coke. “Well.. maybe your not fat but you sure have a belly” he pokes it, a genuine smile spreading feeling the squishy skin “dont touch me” you snap back, slapping his hand “someones on their period” vince, the singer of nikkis band says from the other side of you, causing nikki to laugh. “You are both asses” you say, leaving to your dressing room.
That night the bands get together and go to the local club, its bouncing with dance music and stinking of sweat and weed, you get pretty drunk and your too busy dancing to notice nikki standing infront of you “nice moves, sweetheart” he laughs and your eyes open “why are you always around? Why dont you ever go away?!” He laughs, rolling his eyes “well, im like a disease honey.. ill never go away” he grins, grabbing a baggy of white powder from his pocket “but now.. im going away” you quickly grab his arm “well.. maybe, i could join you?” You say, hoping he will let you have a bit of his cocaine. He smiles wolfishly and drags you to the toilets.
Nikki hunches over the bathroom sink as he lays out lines, his hands moving like muscle memory to make the lines perfect. He takes the first line and pinches his nose, stepping back as he smacks your ass to move you forward “dont-“ you cut yourself off, warning him not to touch your ass. After a few lines each you both sit opposite from eachother on the floor of the toilet. “Good shit isnt it?” He mutters, trying to make conversation, when you dont awnser he tilts his head. “Why do you hate me?” He speaks genuinely, catching you off guard. “Well, your mean and you love to pick on me” you raise your eyebrow, he gives you too many reasons to hate you yet cant understand why you do. “I guess i do.. your not too nice yourself” he smirks and crawls over to you, sitting beside you. Theres a silence and he glances to you, his eyes alittle red from the alcohol and drugs. “Can we be serious? Just for a second?” He slurs alittle, you nod, curious “i dont really hate you.. maybe i envy you alittle, your so.. fucking cool” you raise your eyebrow and he goes alittle red, feeling embarrassed “your fucking with me.. and i dont appreciate it” you laugh alittle, scanning his face, seeing a genuine look “right?..” nikki groans and leaps forward, attacking your mouth in a bruising kiss, his hand holding your cheek.
You move your body onto his lap, moving away with a look on uncertainty. He pauses and his hand slide up your outer thighs slowly “this isnt right but it feels so god damn good” he says in confusion “your fucking with me.. i cant eat or sleep without thinking about you” he pulls you in for a hungry kiss again, biting your bottom lip as you moan into his mouth “you need this.. tell me you need this, tell me you feel it” he says desperately. “I… i need it.. i need it nikki” nikki leads your back onto the floor and you laugh “not here.. take me back to your hotel”
You both escape the party and run back to the hotel, you reach his hotel room and a womans waiting on nikki, she smirks and walks over to him, offering him a fuck, he lets go of your hand and places his hand on her hip, thinking about the offer. You stand in shock, he just said he was going to fuck you, what the fuck is he doing? What happened to all those nice things he said? “Go ahead.. fuck her then!” You shout in a drunken rage, storming to your hotel room, he doesn’t even look back at you, taking the woman to his room.
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tf2 mercs and the smokes i think they would pick up from a gas station. source: i work at a gas station
reasonings below the cut:
scout: i chose newport red shorts for him because i feel like he would think menthol is for losers. newports to me are a very. basic cigarette. the layman's cig. i also find newports, especially red newports to be a little nasty lol. also i dont see him as much of a cigarette smoker but i do think he smokes every once in a while, esp if hes really stressed out or had a bad match. his 1 box will last him a few months. after a while i think he would switch to newport gold shorts, as theyre lighter.
soldier: i know theres a lot of art of soldier smoking cigars, esp blue soldier. while i don't disagree with that notion, i dont think hes coming into a convenience store and picking up a pack of cigarillos. i went with lucky strike red shorts because theyre an All American cigarette and have been around forever. theyre on the cheaper side as well and he smokes them in Emesis Blue. i didn't go with american spirits because theyre advertised as an "organic" cigarette, and i feel that he would find that to be pretentious and an overall turn off. also american spirits are more expensive.
pyro: i dont think pyro is a tobacco smoker. if the pyro is smoking anything its going to be weed wrapped in a banana backwoods. banana is one of the more strange flavors backwoods has, and i feel like they would go for something on the fruitier side. i also chose backwoods because backwoods fucking rule and the shits look like twigs bc theyre full leaf wraps. i also feel like they would choose banana because none of the other mercs would want to smoke that.
demo: with demo it was more a process of elimination than anything. i dont think he's a cigarette smoker. so i went with a cigarillo because i can so very clearly see him smoking one. i don't think he would go for swishers as a lot of them are fruity, and that doesn't seem up demo's alley. i went with white owl sweets because theyre simple and straight forward, and i feel he would like a pack of sweets. to be honest, im a little shaky on this one, but i don't think anything else would suit him besides like. game greens. to be fair, i don't think he smokes much, and would probably go for something higher quality and hand wrapped if he was smoking a cigar. overall he would get these if he needed something quick and cheap.
heavy: idk about other stores but my store has 1 million dorals and nobody is buying them except for maybe one person every 6 months. heavy is that person. if heavy is smoking anything he's smoking light 100s because i can't see him smoking or liking a rich or full flavor cigarette. also dude is big so he's not getting shorts because they're too small and will be gone in two seconds. these smokes are a mystery to me; i have no idea of the quality or price range. but in my mind i can see him coming up to my counter, asking for these, and leaving without a word.
engie: i almost went with marlboro southern cut for this guy but it felt too on the nose, even if i think he would enjoy the smoke of those. i went with honey bourbon backwoods instead. the flavor seems right up his alley, and i can clearly see him asking for these at a convenience store. as to what he does with them... i can see him smoking them as they come in the package, or using them as a wrap. overall engie looks like he drinks good whiskey, and these cigars look like good whiskey. well... bourbon.
medic: i had a hard time deciding what medic would smoke and went thru all the brands i know of. at first i discounted marlboro because of how commonly bought they are, figuring he would smoke something weirder. but when i came back to it i had figured he would enjoy menthols, and i landed on marlboro menthol blue 100s. he wouldn't go for full flavor, as they would irritate his throat. i feel like smoking these shits would be like sipping cold water after having mint gum. i mean, they're described as "smooth" and "cool." medic is smoking basically spearmint and cold water, but not enough to the point of where he's buying a pack of marlboro ice and its variants of gum package looking cigs.
sniper: i chose cheyenne menthols for him because to me sniper looks like he loves old school shit. the youngest person i have seen come in and buy these has been maybe 40. i don't think he would go for a basic cigarette. cheyennes are box cigars, and a box of these goes for under $3, and typically have more tobacco in them. i feel as if he would enjoy that as well as menthol full flavor, and the smokes themselves are brown instead of white. i can see him smoking a brown looking cigarette so clearly. also the packaging has an outdoorsy look to it lol. basically, i just Know he would go for these. if he was going to go for anything else, he might smoke camel menthol wides. he would also pick up zig zag unbleached cones for his joints.
spy: look we all know spy is smoking that hoity-toity imported french bullshit but if for whatever reason he had to pick up a pack a cigs from a mobil or something it would be parliament blue 100s. i already think he smokes 100s in general, and would go for parliaments because theyre expensive. where im from they sell for like $13 a pack and its always dudes in suits and/or gold chains asking for these things. the packaging isn't an issue here as spy keeps them in a case, but i don't feel like he would turn up his nose at it. overall these are his best option for a gas station cig.
#im interested in cigarettes as a whole which. ik sounds weird lol#consider the fact that im autistic#also i am very aware that cigarettes and tobacco in general are very bad for you and that the industry itself is inherently malicious.#this is just for fun though i need to do something with the knowledge i have rattling around in my head#i dont smoke cigarettes or cigars also so im not Very familiar with the culture around these smokes#i just know the type of people who come in and buy them and what they say/look like on the packaging#tf2#team fortress 2#txt#this is my 420th post. nice.
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thinking about my ocs again. dramatic sigh /pos
sheryl my girl sheryl she is so special to me. wonderful trans woman with at least 2 disorders. im sorry about the fact i threw your fiancé into Basically Purgatory but in my defense the guy who played him in rps is someone i havent been able to talk to in roughly 3 years so that was the quickest and most plausible way i could both have him on the backburner for if someone else wanted to take up the mantle and write him off if someone doesnt. i promise it is nothing against you specifically sheryl
i just want her to be happy fuck!!!!!! i love her. she is so so wonderful. and to think that if it werent for a dumb bit involving shaggy from scooby doo she and her story would never exist........... fauck!!!!!!!!!!! she is so important she is so special. kamen rider watching ska listening rhythm game playing sheryl. and when she finally gets to reunite with Her Busband it will be triumphant it will be joyous they will finally be able to marry each other all will be right with the world fucjkkkkkk. sheryl............
those two are like one of the only straight pairings i have and yet they are so deeply important to me because of how long theyve been around. sheryl is so good at what she does and also stopping entire dimensions from potential collapse but thats neither here nor there /silly
shes 28. shes died before via real hard baseball bat swing but its ok she got better. she has prophetic visions every once in a while. she has killed and she will kill again if need be. she would do literally anything for the people she cares about even if it meant facing certain death. she can look at a ghosts memories. shes got big fun shadow arms she can summon at will. she is impervious to mind control. shes bisexual. shes got a lesbian sister. she listens to steam powered giraffe on the regular. she drinks whiskey. shes an avid tumblr user. her favorite song is dont go breakin my heart. she plays the acoustic guitar. she likes cats. she probably read warrior cats when she was in middle school. she intends to cosplay kamen rider saber at some point in her life. shes great
in conclusion i am normal. sheryl forever
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higirlie 💞🍻🫂 some devils bells q’s
whtd do devils bells look like? does anyone call jack jd? (i will b calling him jd bc i already “know” a jack n she is ummmm well she will get jealous (half joke)(dont ask)) how does jd feel about being the youngest in the band? whts liz family life like? wht do they all prefer 2 drink? who has the grossest pizza order? wht r all of their pizza orders? wht r their stage shows like?
will come back w more questions in a few 💞🫂🍻
What do Devil's Bells look like?
Oh boy I don't have a hyperspecific description where I could give you pictures of people who look like them, but I have a vague idea as of now
Liz: straight layered long golden blonde hair with bangs (once dyed the tips pink in a motel sink), rosy skin, the shortest in the band (about 5'4"), medium to chubby with curves, dresses like an 80s glam rocker with fringed jackets, leopard pants etc
Jack: messy shoulder-length black dyed hair with light brown roots growing out but he always re-dyes them before they're too visible, very pale skin, a bit taller than Liz, quite skinny, usually wears band shirts and ripped jeans
Phil: wavy strawberry blonde hair, fair olive skin, the tall lanky guy in the band (slightly below 6'3"), rather thin but still has muscle from his work as a drummer, wears loose half unbuttoned shirts with the sleeves rolled up
Antonio: long curly dark brown hair, tan skin, tall and kinda brawny but a little shorter than Phil, some muscle but not too much, classic outfit is shirtless with a vest or graphic tees
Does anyone call Jack JD?
They all called him JD at some point, but unlike with most other things, Liz is the only one not allowed to call him that. He's completely fine with the other guys because it's "a bro nickname, not a pet name" and even if they're not exclusive, he wants to keep some sort of special treatment with her and call each other pet names
How does JD feel about being the youngest in the band?
Even if his bandmates treat him like the band baby sometimes, they only do it ironically (except Liz, she takes care of him as much as she can when needed). They see him as an equal, although, being the eldest, Antonio does try to have some kind of a not exactly parental role but be someone to give advice when Jack asks for it and keeps an eye on him if necessary. He sometimes feels a bit weird about being the youngest, but overall he doesn't really care because he's also an adult, just a few years younger than the rest and he's never left out by any of them
What's Liz's family life like?
It's actually not bad! The only one who has serious problems with his family is Jack and to some extent Phil, but it's more of an indifferent relationship than a feud. Liz's relationship with her father is complicated since he had a bunch of abusive or manipulative moments while other times he was indifferent and just ignored the fact she existed and other times he was friendly but never as close as she and her mother are. Her mom used to be overly careful when she was younger, but when she turned 18 she let loose a bit and trusted her enough to not get into trouble. She has a good relationship with her four years older sister and attended her first concerts with her. Both her parents weren't too fond of her travelling on her own because they considered her too young, but she promised to come back and start working after a six month break (which she obviously broke later on). The moment she called to tell them she had formed a band, they were sceptical and still are when they have some small local successes, but eventually they came to terms with it because she does what she's always wanted to do, she found really good friends in her bandmates and she visits her family regularly
What do they all prefer to drink?
Jack loves whiskey (he literally named himself after it c'mon), Liz likes gin, Phil drinks pretty much anything but mostly wine, Antonio usually takes some alcohol free drink like cola or energy drinks or even a non-alcoholic beer
Who has the grossest pizza order?
Jack unironically eats pineapple on pizza, which makes Antonio want to strangle him every time so they eventually just decide to get margherita for everyone or eat something completely else (I'll admit I have eaten pineapple on pizza before and enjoyed it)
What are all of their pizza orders?
Liz: tonno e cipolla; Jack: Hawaiian pizza; Phil: quattro formaggi; Antonio: pizza spinaci
What are their stage shows like?
They don't have bombastic stage shows yet since the only gigs they get are at small clubs, but they do try to entertain the audience as much as they can with the means available. Liz usually does something with her bandmates like mic sharing with Jack, resting her arm on Antonio's shoulder, doing the presenting pose at Phil during drum solos etc. She also gets on her knees and crawls on the floor sometimes, eye fucks and winks at certain people because that's one of the best ways to get the attention of the audience. And of course they throw their picks into the crowd (but not drumsticks since they're too broke to give everything away) and hang out at the club afterwards to chat and sometimes even sign stuff when people approach them and want to be "among the first to have met Devil's Bells"
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Perfect Chaos - Part 2
Leaning against his bike, Angel lit a cigarette as he watched Riley frantically search for her keys. Her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment as she turned to face Angel. “Erm your not gonna believe this. I think Jake has my keys. Im so sorry Angel, Ill walk back to the clubhouse.” Riley quickly pleaded with him, tears welling in her eyes. Angel couldn’t believe the panic in her eyes over something so simple as a house key. “Riley, its ok.” Shaking her head frantically she became so flustered. “Im So So sorry. Im stupid. Im useless. Im good for nothing!” Tears spilled over her cheeks as she tried to start walking down the street back towards the Clubhouse. “Hey......Riley, look at me...Its ok!” Angel made a grab for her arm trying to reassure her but she flinched away. Anger spread through him in an instant. Locking eyes with Riley as she turned to face him, Angel felt tears in his own eyes. Laying his hands gently on her shoulders he looked straight in her Green eyes. “Its ok. Honestly. You can come to my place.” Worry settled on her face instantly, but before she could speak Angel smiled at her. “You can take my bed, Ill sleep on the couch. Just please come with me.” Riley took a deep breath and nodded reluctantly. Making her way back towards Angels bike, Riley didnt know what to do. She wanted nothing more than to go with Angel, but Jake would be so furious with her. He would be angry enough when he finds out she asked Angel to take her home after specifically telling her not to. When he finds out she stayed the night at his? God, he’ll be livid. Quickly turning to face Angel, helmet still in her hands, Riley looked up at him fear clearly in her eyes. “Actually Angel i dont think this is a good idea. Jake will be so pissed if he finds out. I dont want to put you at risk.” Angel grinned as he took the helmet from her hands and plonked it on her head, clipping the straps safely together. “Oh Baby, dont worry about me. I can handle myself.”
30 Minutes later Riley sat in Angels Living room as he quickly changed his bed sheets. Reappearing in his cluttered hallway, Angel nodded to Riley that it was ok for her to come through. “I’ve changed the sheets to try and make you more comfortable, but honestly its only been me sleeping in them.” Angel laughed at her shocked facial expression. “and theres a pair of my boxers and a t-shirt on the bed just incase you want to change. I cant imagine sleeping in Jeans will be very comfortable.” Riley nodded at him trying to swallow the lump in her throat. Jake has never been this nice to her. “If you want to get changed ill make us a drink.” Riley picked up the clothes on his bed and made her way to the bathroom as Angel went to the kitchen. God Angel was so nervous around her. He felt like a stupid teenager again. Shaking his head at himself, he filled the kettle and grabbed two mugs from the cupboard. “You got anything stronger than coffee?” Turning to look at her, Angel felt the air instantly leave his body. There she was stood on her tip toes looking in his drink cabinet. His red flannel buttoned Halfway, hair loose in waves and her legs bare. Fuck. Maybe asking her to stay was a bad idea after all. How the fuck is he supposed to keep his hands off her? “Sorry my mom always said i was too nosey.” Riley blushed bright red as she looked down at her bare legs. “Oh your boxers are too big for me! Dont panic still got my pants on!” Angel swallowed thickly as he reached to grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Following Riley to the Sofa, he poured them both a glass and sank down next to her.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, neither one of them willing to break it. Riley knew he was going to ask questions. How could he not? She had to admit it, part of her was glad she asked Angel for a lift tonight. Even if it did disobey Jake. The 6 ft Brooding man intrigued her. There was also no denying he was the epitome of sex on legs either. He was out of her league for sure. “So why Jake?” Angel couldn’t resist. He had to know how this beautiful woman ended up in the arms of an absolute asshole that didnt deserve her. Not that Angel thought he deserved her by any means. God he’s dirt compared to her. Fucking worthless. Shrugging her shoulders as she lifted her legs underneath her. Riley didnt know what to say. “He swept me off my feet. i think. Came from nowhere kinda thing.” Angel nodded, taking a sip of whiskey to try and hide his scowl. “Well, in all honesty no lad had ever really shown an interest in me before. Jake was my first everything. Date. Kiss. Everything. I guess this is me realizing that this is how relationships are. Maybe i had too many unrealistic expectations going into it. Like the whole fireworks when you kiss kinda thing ya’know?” Angel shook his head not even bothering to hide his shock. “I’m sorry but i never would’ve guessed Jake was your first. And from what I’ve seen tonight he clearly doesn’t deserve you Riley. He doesn’t treat you right. I mean the panic in your face over a fucking house key.” Angel looked down into his whiskey trying to control his emotions. There was nothing stopping him from making his move. He wanted to show her how she should be cared for. How good relationships could be. How good HE could be for her. Riley gently grabbed Angels Jaw and lifted him to face her. The words that Riley was going to say instantly left her. The Look in Angels eyes made her chest feel warm and butterfly’s flood her stomach. Angel’s eyes flickered to her lips and before anything could make him second guess his decision, he leaned forward capturing her lips in his own.
Riley couldn’t hold in the gasp that escaped her lips as Angel kissed her. God the fireworks she was missing when she kissed Jake were all there with Angel. Grabbing his face, Riley pulled him closer and deeper into the kiss. Angel blindly shoved the Whiskey glasses to the floor not caring about spilling the auburn liquid. Riley moaned as Angel pushed her back into the couch and moved to hover over her. Wow. He wanted to stay in this moment forever with her. Right there in that moment neither of them cared about anything or anyone else.
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Ch.3 Bar and Boys
once you pulled up to the bar you were amazed at how many people were there and thought how hard this case might actually be. Once you walked through the doors you went straight to the bar and decided to order two shots of tequila. once the liquid courage arrived you downed both of them like nothing and you didn’t even make a face or flinch.
“wow. you must be able to handle your liquor“ hearing this you turn around and to your surprise it was the tall handsome man from the gas station earlier that day. “uhh..yeah i can, well let me rephrase that it depends on what type of liquor.“ you say. “well how about a bet?“ he says. “Okay sure” you say.
“if i can last longer than you on tequila shots we go back to my motel room, if you win you can do whatever you want to me.“ “that sounds nice, but lets add a twist, after every shot we ask the other person a question so we can get to know one another. “ “that sounds good, i like it“. The mystery man then flags down the bartender and asks for 10 tequila shots to start out with. once we get them we split them evenly so we have five each and you take the first shot.
after you take the shot you ask him what his name is and he replies that his name is Sam. Sam takes his shot and asks you what your name is so you tell him your name is y/n. “wow pretty name for a pretty girl ”Sam says. “oh really?” you ask “yeah your gorgeous y/n” “okay next shot! ” after the second one is down you decide to finish the rest of them and while you wait for sam to catch up you glance around the bar and catch eyes with the short guy from the gas station.
he walks over to you and Sam and asked who you were and what were you doing with his little brother. It took you a little bit to process what he said but you looked at him and said that you didn’t know that sam had a big brother let alone that he was here with him and how there was no harm coming to sam because you guys were just doing shots. sams brother started to laugh and said that he was just messing with you and that he wanted to know if he could buy you a drink. of course you couldn’t pass this opertunity so you ask if he would get you some whiskey.
sam’s brother said”you drink whiskey?” you replied with”yeah i drink whiskey, but not often, i cant have to much” “why not? ” the boys say, “because it’s bad for my legs” you relpy. “why do they swell” sam said, you giggle a little bit and say,“no, they spread.” sam blushed and looked away, while dean looked at you with shocked and humorous eyes. eventually your drink came and you noticed sams brother, who you still dont know the name of, slipped something in you drink.
“excuse me im going to go to the restroom real quick“ you say. “okay, ill be right here“ he says. you walk off in the direction towards the bathroom and sneak off towards the back door and go arround the building to get back to you car. as soon as you round the corner you feel somone grab you from behind and struggle as everything goes black.
Authours note: I know i have not been active in a long time, i am plannign on changing that. since it is now summer i am allowed to stay up a little later than usual. I do have chapters 4-8 written in a journal i just need to publish them on here. please be patient, feel free to ask questions. ~XOXO Ruby
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enjoyment [F.S x reader]
summary: finn and another girl get too cozy. when you start drinking you enjoy yourself a lil bit too much.
categories: angst (?), fluff
warnings: alcohol intake, swearing (i mean its the peaky blinders)
A/N: this is my first time writing on here at all, so be kind and enjoy? also lowkey wrote this from my phone so pls dont mind the spelling mistakes if there are any.
You and Finn had known each other since you were in diapers. Your mom often came to get her leaves read from his aunt Pol while your dad was in a business meeting with his brothers. Since your families were quite close, you two also were. So far as to say that you were best friends.
Even when you two got older and school came around you were still close. Even when the both of you got new friends, you still remained friends. You, of course, were devastated the day he dropped out but he promised you that you would still meet up and stay best friends. Your families would still meet up, so you still saw him regularly. When you were old enough your parents trusted you to go alone so you would.
But through the years both of you changed and it was obvious. Puberty hit you both like a truck and after the awkward and acne-filled phases, you both started to notice it too. Finn had lost his baby-face and grown taller quite a lot. The shyness did stay though. He'd become bloody attractive and although you would never admit it, you thought about it quite a lot.
Finn noticed it about you too. You lost the childish chubbiness you had and your chest grew as well as your behind. Your pigtails had been replaced by long loose hair. His brothers teased him when they noticed him staring at you. Meanwhile, Ada and Polly smirked and gossiped about it, asking you if you liked him to which you profusely denied. Everyone knew you liked each other, except the two of you.
Especially now, when you were staring at him from across the room with pure jealousy as him and one of the girls at the party sat way too close to each other. She giggled at something he said and he smirked, pulling her even closer to him if possible, she already was practically on his lap.
"He's a fookin' idiot, Y/N."
You were startled out of your glare when you heard Arthur's voice. You coughed.
"What?"
You turned around and saw everyone staring at you with pitty, except for Tommy, who was probably talking business to someone. That's why you were here of course. Mainly to celebrate for the new success, but also to negotiate for new ones.
"Finn, he's an idiot, sometimes. Well, most of the times but especially now."
You glanced back at the pair, who were now snogging as if their lives depended on it. "He can do whatever the hell he wants, Arthur. It's not like we're fucking together.", you murmured. He glanced nervously to Ada, not knowing how to further handle the situation.
She nodded. "We all know he likes you, Y/N. It's just that he has a hard time showing it in that way." She glanced to Finn and the girl and sighed. "Very hard." She looked back to you and smiled sympatheticly.
"Well obviously he doesn't. It doesn't matter. Like i said, he can do whatever the fuck he wants."
You looked back and were met with the same sight. She was on top of him, holding his face and kissing him. His arms were around her waist, his lips on hers.
You were upset and angry. Jealous most of all but also angry. You thought he liked you. You thought he most definitely knew that you liked him. Obviously not.
"You know what? Since he can do whatever he wants, I can do whatever I want.", you said furiously. Arthur and John looked at each other nervously, knowing what that tone meant. Either you were about to yell at someone or you were gonna do something incredibly stupid.
It seemed the second option was what you were gonna do tonight, as you slid out of your seat and walked to the bar. Since Tommy wasn't there to scold you and stop you, they let you. You were after all eighteen and Arthur and John had a very hard time saying no to you. Ada went to go after you, but Polly stopped her, shaking her head.
"Two whiskeys please."
The bartender glanced at you and roamed his eyes around your body. You had purposefully squeezed your breasts together with your arms, wanting to get a drink without the same sexist "Do you have a suitor" question.
It seemed to work as the man smirked and grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the shelf behind him.
"And what is a lovely lady like you doing alone tonight?" He emphasised on the word lovely, looking at your cleavage. "She wants to have some fun, that's all. Do you think you can help me, sir?", you smiled innocently, batting your eyelashes.
"But why of course, miss ...?"
"Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N"
"Of course. Here you go, miss Y/N."
He handed you your drinks and you soon downed them. Almost gagging at the taste but restraining yourself from doing so. You smiled and asked for more.
Almost half a bottle of whiskey later, you were positively drunk. Your head pounded, in a good way, and you couldn't think straight. You picked up the music and started dancing lightly to the beat.
The men around you had noticed your youthful beauty and drunken state and decided to take advantage of it, encouraging you.
All you needed were those few words of encouragement, as you eyed the counter, before climbing on it. If you were sober, you would've slapped yourself, but now you were too intoxicated to care. You swayed your hips to the rhythm, hands above your head and eyes closed. Cheers erupted around you and you smiled.
The ruckus had reached the Shelby table's ears and John soon noticed where it came from.
"Oh fuck."
Polly sent him a confused look and he nodded towards you. She gasped, eyes widening. Soon everybody at the table had noticed too and all were shocked. Polly had, of course, noticed the drunken smile on your face and cursed to herself for not checking in upon you. The shouts of encouragement of the older men beneath you didn't help you from stopping either.
"Right, John go fetch Finn. He's the only one who would have a chance of stopping her. Quick before she falls and hurts herself."
He nodded, removing his arm from around Esme and himself from the boot, and ran over to Finn, who was too caught up kissing and squeezing the girl to notice the commotion around him.
"Finn."
He didn't hear him.
"Finn fucking Shelby!", John shouted, finally catching his attention.
"What?", he asked, annoyed. While asking he noticed you, dancing on top of the counter like the women at the brothels his brothers used to take him to.
"Oh for fucks sake, Y/N"
He shoved the girl off of him, getting up and jogging to the bar. He shoved aggressively through the men surrounding you. How dare they fucking look at you like that. Like you're some piece of fucking meat, waiting to be grabbed. Finally shoving through, he looked at you. You were swaying your hips to the rhythm of the song that was currently being played, hands above your head. You had an amused smirk on your face. Finn thought it was hot, you were hot but not with all these men around.
"Y/N get of the table."
You opened your eyes, recognising his voice. Instead of smiling like you usually would, you were actually mad this time. You decided to ignore the question.
Finn sighed. "Get off the fookin' counter, Y/N."
"Is it a counter or a table, Finny? Make up your mind.", you slurred. Continuing to dance.
"I'm not fookin' playing around with ya, Y/N. Get off the counter now."
"No."
Finn sighed angrily. You clearly weren't listening to him. On the other hand, the men around you had gone away, noticing that he was a Shelby and not wanting to die that night.
"Y/N, get off the counter. The show is over."
"No! How come you get to enjoy yourself all night but as soon as I do, I have to stop?", you yelled. How dare he? He had been off snogging some fucking girl all night, not paying you any mind but as soon as you dance, he's up in a heartbeat.
"You're drunk."
"Am not."
"You are."
"Am not!"
He sighed, more worried about your wellbeing right now. He really didn't want you to break your neck falling of the table.
"Y/N, love, please come down, yeah? I don't want you to get hurt."
"As if you fucking care."
You listened tho. Only because the music had changed and everyone's attention was elsewhere.
"Thank you. And i do care, love."
"No, you don't. You didn't even notice me tonight. I dressed up for you, you know. Bought a new dress, got my mom to do my hair and everything and yet you're kissing someone else."
You were crying now. Drunk Y/N stage two. Yeah, you were absolutely slapping yourself in the morning.
Finn's eyes widened. His mouth opened to say something, but not knowing what to, he closed it again, instead pulling you into him.
"Everyone's saying that you liked me. I mean I thought I was pretty tonight. 'Thought that you liked me too. But then you're snogging someone else. I don't know what to think anymore."
Finn sighed. "I do like you, Y/N. I'm just a fookin' idiot sometimes. Well, most of the times, but especially now." You looked up at him. "You're starting to sound an awful lot like Arthur, you know. Said the same thing to me earlier."
You both laughed. You'd sobered up by now, you thought. You weren't sure since you weren't able to tell the difference.
"It's not that you're not pretty love, you are. It's just that I'm a fucking idiot. I mean I can't even read. Meanwile you're smart and beautiful. I'm not good enough for ya."
You know Finn couldn't read and it was one of his biggest insecurities. You saw his face every time you got excited over a new book you got. He didn't like to talk about a lot. You couldn't care less if he could read or not. It didn't make him any smarter or dumber. You had wanted to teach him but didn't know how to approach him on the matter. Just like all of his brothers, the Shelby men had fragile egos. While you and the girls often teased them about it, sometimes it could be a pain in the ass.
"You're not an idiot just because you can't read, Finn. You're an idiot because you can't talk about your feelings properly. And who said you're not good enough for me? Only I can decide that, nobody else. You're fucking amazing to me, Finn."
Before you even could comprehend what happened, his lips were on yours. You gasped but kissed him back. Your hands found it's way to his face. His hands were on your waist. While you were happy that you finally could kiss him, you could also taste the other girl's lip balm on his lips.
You pulled away. "Sorry, I can't, not right now." He gave you a confused look. You smiled at him reassuringly. "I can taste cherries on your lips, Finn. You were kissing her not even an hour ago. Don't get me wrong I'm happy that you kissed me, but maybe we should wait until tomorrow, yeah?"
Finn nodded and put an arm around your shoulder. You walked back to the table.
Both John and Arthur, even Tommy who had gotten back by now, had smirks on their faces.
"Enjoy yourself, love?" Arthur asked, referring to your previous dancing. "Piss off.", you blushed. He chuckled.
"What about you, Finny-boy? You two enjoy yourselves back there, huh? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for ya, but I don't want any Finn Juniors running around." John had a shit-eating grin on his face. "Fuck off the lot of you. We only kissed."
You interlaced your fingers and pulled him back, giggling.
"USE PROTECTION, YOU TWO!"
"FUCK OFF, TOMMY"
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oh BET? shifty powers, then, bitch! (dont forget drink water pls luv u)
(drinks water)
You’d always been fierce, so bull-whip sharp and clever and smart that getting anywhere close to you had been difficult- a thing to work for but entirely worth the effort. Shifty had never understood why you had allowed him in so easily, what he had done to deserve to feel the warmth of your smile those early days in Georgia.
How he'd come to find himself beneath you, he understood even less.
Your lips tasted a little like whiskey and a lot like the stick of cinnamon you'd been chewing earlier, and he relished in the burn that accompanied your tongue pressing against his own. It was all that he could do to keep up his head on straight as you writhed in his lap, each roll of your hips threatening to rob him of any semblance of control, but from the moment he'd met you he knew that he'd follow you to the ends of the earth if you led him.
he was ready to follow you out of his depth.
You nearly coo as his hand dances down the front of your underwear and explores the heat of you, and the sound of his name coming from your lips is nothing less than heaven to his unworthy ears.
"Inside," you breathe into his mouth. "Please, Darrell- I need you inside of me or else I'll burst...."
when he opens his eyes to gaze up at you he cannot help the groan that rumbles through his chest. You're beautiful. You've always been beautiful.
But right now, you're utterly magnificent.
He'll never forget how you look right now, all swollen lipped and desperate eyed. The war was worth it for this alone.
You nearly sob in relief as he slips inside of you, and as he shakes with alleviation your lips find his ear.
"so good," you insist quietly. "You're remarkable, Darrell Powers."
And for the first time in his life, he starts to believe it.
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In Her Blood; Three
Summary: Steve's birthday gives plenty opportunity to play your little game. Bridges are being rebuilt between you and Steve when Sarah doesnt come home.
Pairing: DadsBestFriend!Bucky x Reader, Sam x Steve
Warnings: smoking, angst, drinking, alcohol use (not abuse), uncomfortable family dynamic, age gap relationship.
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Sam, Sarah and Bucky are all standing around the kitchen counter, Steve is blowing out candles on a birthday cake.
You shoulder through the front door, carrying a large cardboard box on your hip. You place it on the counter in front of Steve, and you smile.
"happy birthday, Steve-o"
He looks a little confused at first, he's wary opening the box. He's faced with oil paints and synthetic brushes, canvases and a mole skin sketchbook.
"were these spare from school?", he asks her, trailing his finger down the spine of his notebook.
"nope, bought them in my supply shop before I flew back, been hiding it in my trunk", she smiles, sitting herself in the stool beside Bucky.
"well", he says, surprised. "Thank you"
You shoot him a kind smile and turn to Sarah as she explains the plans for the night; "we're going to a new place, it should be nice and quiet considering it is the fourth of July"
The next time you're all together, Sam and Steve are clad in suits and you and Sarah are tugging dresses along behind you. You climb into your car and shout to Sarah through an open window.
"I'll pick up Barnes and follow yall there, wait for us outside!"
She throws you a thumbs up and you pull up outside of Bucky's house, honking your horn.
When he opens his door you have to hurriedly pick your jaw from the floor before he slides in next to you, his suit hugging every muscle perfectly.
You throw a pack of Marlboro Golds at him and he knows what to do. Lighting one between his teeth, he passes it to your lips. You nod in thanks, and then he drops his hand to your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. Your breath catches in your throat.
It isn't long before you're parking on the curb next to your family and throwing your butt out the window. Bucky is opening your door and offering his hand before you even have your belt unplugged. You take his hand and graciously step into the humid summer night.
The bar is quaint, dimly lit. Your dress shimmers in the flickering candle light, warm and homely. Bucky's hand stays on the small of your back, rubbing hot circles on exposed skin.
You and Bucky are the last to slot into the curved bench around a large table, you only have to step over Bucky to escape, but he's got you trapped, right where he wants you.
You all drink the night away slowly, whiskeys and Manhattan's, a cranberry vodka soda for you, a dangerous drink.
Bucky's hand stays on your thigh the whole night, hidden under the table, the slit in your dress the perfect place to slip his hand to bare flesh.
It's just gone midnight when Sam and Steve are sauntering onto the dancefloor and swaying in eachothers arms.
Bucky turns to you with a mischievous grin and an outstretched hand, "would you like to dance, doll?", his tone mocks innocence and sincerity, enough so Sarah isn't suspicious of your secret rendezvous.
Your smile is equally as devilish, you take his hand, "Actually, I would"
He smirks as he leads you to the floor by the hand, its terribly intimate and the risk of being caught looms dangerously close, neither of your care. He spins and dips you, holding you close to him. You catch Sam's eye and he winks at you with a joking smile, you throw a thumbs up behind Bucky's back and smile.
"they're so clueless", you whisper into his ear, breath tickling his neck as you nibble at his earlobe.
"kitten", he growls, "stop that"
"you're so scary", you mock, but you stop nonetheless, parting from him and dragging him to the bar and then outside.
You hold your cigarette between your fingers and your glass is hanging lazy from your other grip. Bucky stands behind you, chin on your shoulder and arms iron-tight around your waist.
When you bring the smoke to your lips he allows you a long pull before taking it from you, placing it loosely between his oh-so-kissable lips.
He takes a drag for himself and then presses his lips to yours, sticky smoke fills your lungs and you smile, he pulls away and you blow a cloud in his face with a giggle.
Bucky and Steve are driving everyone home, their tolerance higher than everyone else's, and Sarah too tired to drive.
You rest your hand on Bucky's thigh as he pulls into your driveway, you're leaning on him as he walks you to your room. He's tucking you into bed and you're pulling him in next to you. He lays in your arms for a moment before he's making for the door. You let out a disappointed whine, but you stop at the click of a lock. You smile as he slips under the covers next to you. You press sweet kisses to his lips, tangled in each others arms.
He slips into the guest bedroom while you're still asleep. You and Sarah are the only two awake early the next morning, Steve already out for his run.
"god is real", you giggle into your coffee mug.
Sarah smiles back at you, she sees your stupid grin and blushing cheeks, "really?", she presses.
"he was sleeping in my bed night. God in jeans", you grin, sipping your strong coffee.
Steve comes in then, pouring himself a cup, you and Sarah stop talking.
"morning girls", you both mumble back a 'mornin'.
That afternoon, the five of you all gathered in the living room, Sarah excuses herself.
"I'm going out with Nate"
You all smile at her and wish get goodbye. Then you turn to your parents confused. Your head is resting on the armrest while your legs are thrown over Bucky's lap.
"who the fuck is Nate?", you question.
"language", Steve mumbles, not looking up from his fresh sketchbook.
"Nate is her boyfriend", Sam explains, you smile knowingly, shooting Bucky a discreet wink.
The day passes lazily, and soon you and Steve are the only ones awake. You stroll into the living room where he is sat, reading some old book.
"Sarah not home yet?", you ask as you make yourself comfortable in the armchair.
"no, not yet?"
It's already late, and so you turn to him. "why dont you go to bed, I'll wait up for Sarah"
"no it's okay, I'll stay up, why dont you get some sleep"
"I'll keep you company"
Its oddly comfortable, the two of you cozy in armchairs and warm lighting. You're curled up in a blanket, typing away on your laptop, Steve sprawled out across the room with his book.
The night rolls on and you both grow more worried.
"should we call the police?", he says, his back is straight, he's anxious.
"no", you say softly.
"arent the first 24 hours the most crucial in missing persons cases?", he stresses.
"that's missing children, Dad. She's almost nineteen", you both pause, that's the first time you've called him Dad since you turned 16. "if she's not hone by morning we'll call the police, and then we'll round up a gang and go looking"
You shut your laptop and settle next to him, you throw you arm over his broad shoulders and comfort him. Eventually the two of you fall asleep.
You're startled awake he next morning by the sound of the door opening, you both scramble up, expecting Sarah. Instead you find Sam and Bucky.
"is Sarah home?", you question, still groggy. Bucky smiles at your sleepy form.
But Sam looks worried, "I dont know, why?"
You shoot Steve an anxious look and bolt up the stairs, you find her bedroom empty, and jump back down the stairs. "she didnt come home last night"
At that moment, Sarah bustles in. Her makeup is smudged and her clothes wrinkled, dark circles prominent under her eyes. You and Steve's demeanors immediately change to angry and defensive.
"where we're you?", you say simultaneously.
"out with Nate, I told you"
You and Steve glance at each other before he's ordering Sarah into the kitchen. You follow after Steve, Sam leads Bucky away into the living room, distracting him.
You have always been able to tell you were Steve's daughter. You both tower over Sarah as she rubs her temple. You hold yourselves with the same power, the same dominance. Bucky and Sam watch discreetly from the hall, and Bucky cant deny the similarities.
When you talk you use the same rough tone, "where the fuck were you?", "what were you thinking?", "we were gonna call the cops, do you know how worried we were?". Its biting and cold, you're both furious.
"you would never do this if Y/N disappeared for a night", she snaps. You both freeze, Steve straightens up, you're shocked into silence.
"Y/N knows how to hold her own. Y/N is an adult, I trust Y/N to ge safe, and to keep herself safe incase anything were to happen", he states, tone unnervingly even and monotone.
"I'm an adult too", she whines.
"You're not even nineteen, Sarah", you snap. "We still have to order you coke and chips whenever we go out, you may be a legal adult but you sure as hell don't act like one"
At that Sarah storms up the stairs and slams her door. You and Steve sigh as Bucky and Sam amble into the kitchen. Steve pours everyone a cup of coffee, you all sit in comfortable silence.
"Hey, what if we all go up to the lake, its perfect this time round, I'm sure we can all fit in the cabin", Steve says after a while. You all nod in agreement, Sam starts up the stairs to tell Sarah.
"wha'd'ya think, Y/N?", Steve smiles, all of a sudden shy. He's not used to being so soft with you, the two of you hadn't properly gotten along since you were 14, and here you were, together, close.
"I'll start packing", you smile.
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Chapter 3
Dib was surprised to not see Zim come in. It had been a routine for him at this point and now he had a pre-made cup of whiskey going to waste
"Dammit Zim, of course you wouldn't come in the day I make your drink for you"
The raven haired male grumbled to no one but himself, washing a glass and perking up at a conversation he heard at one of the close by tables
"I can't believe he's allowed to come in here"
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.
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"You think someone would shoot him already"
Dib glared. He had no idea who the men were talking about but he didn't enjoy hearing things like that in his bar. It would usually start a fight and he would end up with atleast a bloody nose or a black eye from a drunk patron
"Hey!"
He spoke up, the two guys looking over to him with curious looks
"I don't appreciate that kind of talk in my bar. If you’re planning on killing someone, I'd rather not have the blood on my floors"
He stated in a sour tone, making it clear that they better stop or he was going to kick them out
"Of course someone like you wouldn't want that talk. Man up, a little blood won't kill ya"
"What kind of someone am I exactly?"
The two looked at each other before bursting into a brief fit of laughter
"Oh you crack me up. But of course you'd be clueless, your kind aren't very smart"
Dib wasn't having it. This conversation was about to go one of two ways. Either they leave...or things were bound to get messy
"Get out of my bar."
He stated sternly, but the men stayed put
"Or what fag?"
Dibs blood started to boil
"Look at him! You people are low but I'd never think you'd mingle with the freak that comes in everyday. Then again, you both have a thing in common"
"Yeah, we're not douches."
"Your menaces to society. Man up and quit acting like a fool around that freak"
"That freak is the only goddam person in here that pays their fucking tab"
With that, Dib grabbed the whiskey he had poured for Zim and tossed it onto the man, brown liquid staining the light blue plaid shirt he wore
Before he knew it the bar had gone into chaos. It wasn't just a small bruise or nose bleed this time for Dib...oh no..this time Dib was wrestling on the ground with the same guy, a bottle flying over them and smashing against the wall as Dib was punched smack dab in the middle of his face. Was his mouth bleeding?
Dib couldn't tell. He never fought, and because of that he was quite easily beaten down in the brawl. Blood pooled around his head and he groaned, his left eye almost swollen shut from how bruised it was.he couldn't tell whether or not the red he saw was alcohol or blood, settling on closing his eyes and passing out
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Dib woke up later that night to an empty bar, his head in excruciating pain and pieces of glass sticking out of his torso and arms. He was just glad he wasn't shot. Dib shakily pushed himself up and groaned as the pain only became worse now that he was standing. His bar looked like it had been turned upside down and he was adamant that his father was going to have quite a few words to say to him about this
I can't believe you lost control of yourself so easily
He could already hear the words in his head as he made his way to the back to clean his wounds. He was so focused on the pain and blood that he didn't hear the door open or the crunch of glass under heavy shoes as someone made their way to the bar
"How am I going to fix this?"
He scolded himself and frowned, bandaging up his arm and jumping back as a hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned around quick enough to see the shocked and angry look in Zims eyes. They were glowing in this light..almost completely red from what Dib could see. In his mind he panicked...adrenaline pumping through his veins again as he booked it for the back of the bar. He didn't know why he ran..was it because he was scared? Was he afraid that Zim was going to hurt him too now? Dib doubted it but he wouldn't put it past him, a lot of bruises were ones from the day before when Zim stayed until closing and wouldn't stop punching his arm every time he said a stupid joke. Dib got lost in his thoughts and nearly ran right into a wall, turning around and immediately being pinned by..what were they? They shone like metal and were sharp enough to stab straight through him but only went through his shirt and dug into the wall
"Who did this?"
"What?"
Dib looked up, seeing Zim now at a taller point and standing on two of the weird metal legs
"Who.Did.This"
His voice had danger in it and he looked like he was ready to murder someone. Dib couldn't get any words out..he didn't know who..and he didn't want anyone getting hurt. Warm tears flowed down his face and Zims face softened from anger to pity as he lowered himself and walked over. Zim had never touched Dib before...atleast not in the way he was doing so now. A clawed hand wiped one of Dibs tears away and he sniffles, trying to not look as stupid as he felt in that very moment
"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop it! I didn't know how to fight him off I just-"
"Be quiet..you'll only cause yourself more harm by panicking"
Zim shushed Dib and pulled him into a hug, those same claws digging into his back as Zims face went into the crook of his neck.
They stayed like that for a good long while, quiet and both filled with fear
"I don't know who it was"
Dib finally said, Zim pulling away from the hug and giving a nod. The green man's hands lingered on his shoulders for awhile before being pulled back to his sides
"I didn't mean to scare you..I can explain everything"
"Dont..not right now atleast..I've had enough excitement for one day"
Dib took Zims hand and gave a weary smile
"Why don't we have a drink...it seems like we both need one right now"
Zim let out a weak laugh and nodded, his eyes seeming to go into a softer pink glow rather than red
"Lets"
Chapter 2 here
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