#i sucked it up and paid the $3k

[sxcret-garden]

Chenle ღ Greedy [M]

ღ NCT Dream Chenle x fem!reader ღ words: ~3k ღ genre: smut (hard dom!Chenle, sub!reader, reader is handcuffed to the bed, spanking, finger sucking, fingering, nipple play, he’s a tease, begging, degradation/degrading nicknames for reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, some aftercare) ღ warnings: heavy dom-sub dynamic

Desc.: You’re feeling greedy today and your boyfriend is absolutely here for it.

Author's note: So I wasn't planning on posting this today but I know it'll take me an eternity to do it if I don't do it right away so.... here you go aksdjföklsdf do with it what you want asjdkfjdlösakfa bYE jdkfjlas

He sits down on the bed next to you, supporting himself on one arm as he leans in, coming just a bit closer so as to get a good look at your face. The deep mischief reflecting in his eyes and the amused smile that just won’t fade tell you he’s ready to play with you, tease you until you can’t take it anymore, like he has done so many times before.

“What do you want, my pretty girl?” Chenle asks, the soft tone in his voice almost making you think he’ll be nice for a change. Your lips part, but you’re unsure what to say, so after a while they close again and you swallow thickly, causing him to let out a soft laugh. Even something so small will amuse your boyfriend when you’re spread out for him on his bed, stripped of all clothes, the thick leader band of the cuffs used to tie you to the bed fitting perfectly around your wrists. He picked them out just for you, made you come along to the shop where he bought them to have you try them on, despite your initial embarrassment about it, but ever since then he’s proven to you more than once that it paid off.

It’s about to pay off again, you know that. The only question is - how much will you have to endure in the process?

“Sweet little kitten, doesn’t know what to say,” he mutters as he pouts at you, reaching out to run the back of his hand against your cheek. “Don’t pretend you’re all innocent now.”

“I-...” you say, but you find yourself hesitating all over again. Hot blood rushes through your veins when his voice drops, barely noticeable, and yet the tension in the air around you rises.

“What?” He withdraws his hand. “Don’t want me to do anything? We can do that too. You just lie there and I watch.” He gets up, and you immediately refute,

“No, I-!”

“You what?” He turns on his heels to look at you, cocking his head to the side just a bit. A smile appears on his lips, one that you know not to trust, and then he crawls onto the bed, hovering above you. His hand grabbing your chin, he makes it so you’re unable to look away when he continues, “Say it, or we’re not getting anywhere.”

“T-touch me…”

“Louder.” 

“Want you to touch me.” You furrow your eyebrows as you speak the request out loud, but it wouldn’t be your boyfriend if he didn’t use this as an opportunity to tease.

“But I am touching you,” he says, his fingers still holding your chin in place.

“I mean-... more…elsewhere,” you stammer, being vague in your follow-up, because you crave his touch everywhere. But he isn’t satisfied with that, so he gets up on his knees.

“Elsewhere?” he asks, mockingly. “Sweetheart, don’t you wanna get more specific?” The cocky look on his face and the way it’s clear as day who’s in charge here makes heat rush to your core and you gulp.

“Everywhere…” you say, earning yourself a smirk from him. He kneels between your legs, your knees up, and you feel him rubbing his palm against the underside of one of your thighs. Watching each other closely, you suck in a sharp breath as if you knew what was coming, and when you feel the impact against your soft flesh, you mewl from the pain turning into pleasure.

“I give you the option to choose and you immediately become greedy…” Chenle comments. “See? This is why you’re tied up.” He rubs a few soothing circles onto the spot where he spanked you, before lifting his hand up and doing it again. This time as well, a moan falls from your lips, and you roll your eyes back. “But you’re even enjoying it when I put you in your place, hm?” he mutters darkly, and as you glance at him you can see the bulge forming in his pants. 

“Y-yes…” you admit, to his delight.

“Even saying yes… you really want me to know what a little perv you are, huh?” You furrow your eyebrows at his words, an involuntary pout gracing your lips. “Well…” Chenle crawls on top of you again, placing a kiss onto your sternum. “Where should I start then… with touching you everywhere?”

“K-kiss… want a kiss…” you mewl, and you quickly add clarification, “On the mouth.”

“A kiss?” he repeats, before he lets one hand wander to the back of your neck. “I can give you that.” He leans in, lips brushing against yours, and the chaste touch only leaves you wanting more, both frustration and heat bubbling up deep inside you.

“M-more…” you slur as he’s parting from you.

“More? Like that?” He leans in again, this time kissing you properly and you moan into the kiss when he parts your lips with his tongue to slip it inside. He kisses you feverishly, teeth nibbling on your lower lip before deepening the kiss further, and when he suddenly rolls his hips against yours once, his clothed length grazing your folds, you gasp, resulting in you breaking the kiss. “Liked that?” he asks, provocatively. As if the answer wasn’t clear.

“Y-yeah…”

“Perv,” he says, before pulling away. “Open up,” he adds, thumb brushing against your lips and you do. Opening your mouth for him, you watch as he puts a finger inside, and you immediately swirl the tip of your tongue around it. “How many do you want?” he keeps going, adding one more. “Two? Three?” He puts inside another one, lustful sparks flaring up in his eyes as he watches your lips closing around them. You begin to suck on them, and again he merely smirks.

“Three? Is that it?” You nod, and your pussy clenches around nothing at the thought of having them inside you elsewhere soon. Coating them in your own spit, you make sure to run your tongue along his digits thoroughly, and when he pulls out there’s a string of your saliva connecting them to your lips, which snaps apart eventually. He smears the liquid across your chest as he draws an imaginary line from your throat through the valley of your breasts and down to your stomach.

“But can you take them?” he questions. “All at once?” When he runs his fingertips through your folds, you gasp in surprise, and you whine when he prods at your entrance, unable to shove all three of them inside you just yet. “Gotta start small… you’re too greedy for your own good.” His words sound almost endearing now, and you bite your lower lip when he slips a single finger inside you. He pumps it in and out of you slowly, his gaze fixated on your face the entire time, and the exact moment he can see you starting to lose patience, he grins at you, and before you can ask for more, he says, “Patience, baby.” Your words get stuck in your throat, and when he takes his finger out only to drag it all the way back up to your belly button, it’s hard to suppress the curse wanting to escape you. He leans in as he removes his hand, licking up a clean stripe where he spread your juices that he had gathered on his digit, and he hums at your taste. For a split second you dare to hope he would let you feel his tongue against your cunt, but when he instead kisses his way up, you immediately let go of that thought. Instead, he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, making you whine as he begins to gently suck on it, only to reach for the other with his hand in order to not so gently squeeze it between his fingers. You moan unexpectedly, the sensation of him tending to your nipples making you become dizzy.

“So fucking cute,” he whispers, licking the sensitive bud once, before sinking his teeth into your flesh right next to it. You whimper at the impact, and the urge to run your fingers through his hair makes you tear at the handcuffs. “Relax, baby,” Chenle mutters in between nibbling and biting until the skin begins to bruise. “We have all night.” And he’s right, you could keep going for however long he pleases - and you know he would never finish a session leaving you unsatisfied. And so his words alleviate the impatience for a little while, as he finishes placing his mark on you, next to the ones he’s left the days before, which are already starting to fade. He brushes his thumb against each one of them, as if marvelling at his artwork, and when he’s satisfied with looking, he continues kissing his way up, this time halting once he’s reached your neck. He licks up a stripe until just below your earlobe, making you shiver underneath him, and then you can hear him whisper,

“Three fingers, huh…” You suck in a sharp breath when you feel him returning his hand to your core, running his digits up and down your folds before burying a finger inside you again. “Beg for it, my pretty girl.” And you do, a string of pleas falling from your lips as you find yourself tearing at the handcuffs some more.

“P-please… gimme your fingers… want them to fill me up… wanna be s-stuffed,” you hickup in desperation, and he doesn’t miss the chance to mock you for it.

“Stuffed with my fingers? Like the little cumslut you are?”

“P-please…!” You cry out, and he brings some distance between your faces in order to take in your pained expression. And then he finally gives you at least a second finger, and the glee behind his gaze is obvious when you let out a broken moan and you clench around his digits. “F-feels good… but… not enough…”

“No, of course it’s not enough for my greedy girl,” he mutters, curling them inside you and pressing his thumb against your clit, drawing slow circles onto it. You know if he keeps this up you won’t last long, so you beg some more.

“M-more… please… w-wanna be stuffed…”

“I know… can’t get enough of them, hm? My fingers in your cute little cunt.”

“N-no…” you mewl weakly, feeling your high building up in the pits of your stomach. And yet you keep begging, you keep asking for more, because maybe he is right - maybe you are a little greedy after all, but so be it. You can’t get enough of all the ways in which your boyfriend pleases you, inflicts pain on you, only to please you even more at the end of it all.

“Fuck you’re so cute,” he praises as he watches, not even thinking about giving you what you’re begging for so prettily. 

“P-please… please… before I cum…”

“Gonna cum on just two?” he asks and you nod, eyes shut tightly now as you’re trying - but ultimately failing - to suppress your orgasm that’s about to wash over you. “You want three but are gonna cum on just two… such a greedy whore.” The second you hear his last word, something snaps inside of you and you cry out. Your walls convulse around him, and as your body is shaken, you can only moan incoherently. But to your surprise he doesn’t stop as you’re coming down from your high. Because now he adds a third finger, making the overstimulation even harder to bear as he isn’t even thinking about giving you a break. And you’re squirming underneath him, whining and whimpering and unable to articulate yourself as he keeps working his fingers inside your twitching cunt.

“F-fuck… shit…” you sputter. “T-too much… too much…!” Tears well up in your eyes as the pleasure burns itself into your bones, and yet you’re not even thinking about calling the safe word. No, you want him to ruin you, want him to see you like this, see what effect only he has on you and no other, want him to get off on your pain.

But he doesn’t touch himself, he’s focused on you and only you, even the strain on his pants must be beyond uncomfortable by now.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” he hisses through gritted teeth as he keeps going, and you’re about to lose your mind. And then another high takes you by surprise, pain shoots through your wrists and into your arms as you tear at the handcuffs while your whole body shakes under the waves of intense pleasure, and this time when you’re coming down from it, he at least stops his movements to let you rest. “You okay?” he asks, his tone serious and different from how he’s spoken to you ever since tying you up.

“Yes…” you respond weakly, trying to catch your breath. And then you add, “...more.” Chenle huffs at you, the state you’re in, and how you’re asking for him to ruin you further. But you know it’s a request he wouldn’t deny.

“More what? You’re still not satisfied?” 

“F-fingers… want… more… be filled up… completely…” you babble, the blissful afterglow of the orgasm combined with the power he has over you making it hard to speak. He lets out a laugh now.

“A fourth one? You think we can fit four into your tight little cunt?”

“T-try… please…”

“You just can’t get enough, huh?” He leans in, almost whispering in your ear now, “What are you? Are you my greedy little cumslut?”

“Y-yes… am your… greedy cumslut…” you merely repeat his words, as forming any clear thoughts becomes harder. And just as you finish speaking, he adds a fourth finger into your hole, just like you wanted. And it slips in a lot more easily than you had imagined, and that makes him chuckle too.

“You’re taking them so well,” he says as he begins curling them against your walls once again. “Too well, almost.” You squirm a bit as he starts pleasuring you again, but this time the overstimulation is bearable, and is sure to make way for pure bliss soon enough.

“Ch-chenle…!” you cry out his name. “‘M gonna… cum again…”

“Again? This fast?” he mocks you, and you feel yourself clenching around him at the degradation. “Didn’t think you’d be that horny.” And as much as you want to answer, tell him how good he makes you feel, prove to him that you really deserve having him pleasing you like this, all that comes out when your lips part are broken moans and curses. And while he keeps telling you how cute you are, and how dirty you are too, your next high is already approaching at light speed, until…

He pulls out. The deprivation of his touch is sudden, and it makes you gasp at how empty it leaves you feeling. You look at him, only to see him fondling with the zip of his pants, and you hold your breath as him taking them off along with the rest of his clothing feels like an eternity to you.

“Get on your knees,” he says, helping you turn around, and when your rear is facing him, your front pressed against the sheets, you perk up your ass for him a little higher. “Such a good girl,” you earn yourself a praise accompanied by his hand flying to your behind, and the impact makes you cry out, eyes watering. And this time the tears fall, right when he pushes up into you, and he doesn’t hesitate to go hard. “Fuck…” Pounding into you from behind, strings of curses make their way past his lips, and you keep whining at every single time he pulls almost all the way out, only to slam back inside a second later. Your head is spinning as you cry and you whine and you dig your fingernails into your palms, and you clench around your boyfriend’s twitching cock, wishing for nothing but to cum just as he fills you up. 

“Cum for me…” he hisses, nearing his own high. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Cum on my cock, greedy little whore…” His words sting, and they make you dizzy, and as you’re trying to say something that comes out as nothing but incoherent sounds, another orgasm washes over you. Even your moans are slurred now, as he keeps thrusting into you throughout your high, and then finally, he releases inside you, and you almost choke on your spit when his cum fills you up.

He comes to a halt, allowing for you both to rest for just a tiny bit in this position, before he pulls out of you and immediately makes sure to turn you back around, guiding your tired body into a comfortable position. He reaches for the bottle of water he had prepared beforehand, making you take a few sips, and then he cleans you both up with a tissue, careful not to accidentally overstimulate you again with his touches. 

“How was that?” he asks, bringing his hand up to your face to brush his thumb against your cheek.

“...good…” you mumble, unable to muster the strength to say anything else, and it makes him chuckle.

“Good? Is that all I get?” he asks in pretended offense, and you give him a weak smile before he leans in to place a kiss onto your forehead. “Want me to undo them for you?” he then asks, pointing at the handcuffs with his chin. You nod, but he hesitates in order to offer you a second option. “Are you sure? Not greedy anymore?” The expression on his face changes as he poses that question, and despite the exhaustion tugging at your limbs, the implication that he’s willing to give you even more tempts you.

“Am always greedy…” you manage to say, and your boyfriend presses a kiss to your mouth, before crawling back on top of you, his lips travelling down your throat and to your chest.

“I figured you’d say that…” he mutters. “Then let’s see if I feel like giving you another treat or not.”

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[hauntedhokage]

tempting

Obito Uchiha/F!Reader (modern!au)

summary: you’re back in town for winter break, enjoying a night with your friends before you’re fully stuck with your brother, his roommate, and whatever rules you’d be stuck following. maybe it’s the alcohol, but fucking the handsome stranger in the corner doesn’t seem like a bad idea

word count: 3k

warnings: slight age gap, (reader isn’t old enough to legally drink but over 18 and obito is like 26-27) underage drinking, public sex, dubcon (since they’ve both been drinking a lot), hair pulling 

You didn’t expect the fakes to work. You were glad they did, since you and your friends had paid too much money on some fake ids to get into a club. The tiny dresses probably helped with the bouncer who was checking ids at the door, definitely helped your small group get out of the cover charge, but once you’re in the bustling club your group is flocking to the bar before squeezing into one of the booths in the back to enjoy yourselves. You were all back in town for winter break, and you were going to enjoy this night before you were stuck in your older brother’s apartment with him and his roommate with nothing to do. 

You were three drinks in and definitely feeling the buzz, needing a brief break from dancing with a couple of your friends had you returning to the table where you had a glass of water calling your name. Once you’re seated you aren’t paying any attention to what’s happening around you, as you were very focused on trying to cool yourself down, until your friend leans in to giggle in your ear about how some guy was totally eyeing you, and you’re looking over your shoulder to try and see who. There’s additional information added, and your eyes find him rather quickly. Black shirt in the corner with dark hair, looked like the lead in one of the dramas that you and your best friend watched weekly. Eye contact is made, and the wink he sends your way has you giggling as you turn back to your friend to tell her that you were going to go to the bar and get another drink.

Luck is on your side when you feel a presence to your left and see the handsome stranger. He looks more familiar than just bearing resemblance to an actor, but you can’t place it and are too drunk to want to think about it more. It’d come to you eventually, for now you were going to enjoy the undivided attention of this older guy and hope he wasn’t creepy about it.

“What’re you drinking, sweetheart?” he asks in your ear, and you lean up to tell him what your drink of choice was as he signals for the bartender. He orders two, you assume the other for himself, along with two shots and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth when you feel his hand on your hip. “I’ve had my eye on you all night, you’re really hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” That hand moves lower, to the hem of your short dress, and your eyes widen slightly at the feeling of his skin against yours. His fingers play with the hem of your dress as your drinks are set down, and he’s telling the bartender to put it on his tab before he carefully raises his shot glass as you pick up the other. The two glasses clink together before you’re throwing them back, his going down with much more ease than yours, and he’s chuckling at the way you cringe as the alcohol burns its way down your throat. 

“You’re very cute,” he teases, helping you up onto the stool that was just vacated and moving in closer. His hand stays on your thigh, fingertips just under your dress with his touch feelings as if it burns him your skin as you bring the straw to your lips. “But you know that.”

“Do I?” you ask around the straw, sucking the alcohol into your mouth and biting on the plastic when he leaned in closer. 

“I just told you, so yeah.” You aren’t even thinking about how quickly you’re drinking your drink and how badly doing so couldend for you, but you didn’t have a response to this man who was watching you so intensely while drinking his own drink. “Bet you’ve got a line of dudes wanting to be where I am.”

“I don’t see them anywhere,” you counter, pushing your glass away once you realize it was empty. Tomorrow would be rough but tonight you were interested in where things went with this guy. “I only see you.” 

“Maybe I scared ‘em all off,” he muses, and you shrug while sliding off the stool. “D’ya wanna dance?”

You’re being led out to the middle of the dancefloor before your agreement fully leaves your lips, but you’re not bothered by his eagerness in the slightest. Maybe it was the alcohol, but it was nice to have someone be so interested in you - even if it didn’t leave the darkened club.

His hands feel right on your hips, holding you close but not so tightly that you couldn’t pull away if you wanted to - not that you did want to. Your arms are loosely wrapped around his neck, swaying with him to the beat of whatever pop song remix was playing. He knows about half of it, based on how he’s mumbling some of the words, and you can’t help but think about how cute this guy was. His hands move from your hips to cup your ass, giving the barely covered cheeks a squeeze while pulling you in closer as the song switches to something more upbeat. You feel the hardening erection against your hips and bite your lip, knowing that he wanted you to know how hard he was. Maybe it was the alcohol but you wanted to do something about it. 

So your hand moves between your bodies, first a finger tugging at his belt loop before your hand is stroking him through the denim. 

“You’re playing with fire, cutie,” he warns, his voice low in your ear and stirring the already boiling heat in your center. Tonight was about having fun and making bad decisions, this would be both of those things but you couldn’t care. “Wanna fuck you so bad already, don’t tease me.”

“Then fuck me,” you request, pulling him down for a kiss. He’s eager and the kiss is sloppy considering your inebriated state, but it’s exactly what you wanted in this moment even if you were surrounded by people who were watching. You can see the gears turning when you separate, and he’s grinning as he takes your hand to lead you away from the dancefloor and towards the restrooms. 

“Such a pretty girl, and you wanna fuck me?” he asks as he pulls you through the door, shutting it and shoving you against it. “Want me to fuck that cute little pussy?”

“Please.”

“Fuckin’ teasing me since you walked in with your cute little friends.” He’s undoing his belt, groaning at the feeling of your lips on his neck as he starts to lead you towards the lone stall in the men’s bathroom. “In your tight little dress, fuck me.”

He’s squatting in front of you, pushing your dress up with one hand and pulling your panties down with the other. You know they’re taken off of you, but you don’t register where he’s put them since his mouth latching onto your clit as two fingers push into your pussy has your mind scrambled more than the alcohol already had. Your hand is in his hair, gripping at the soft dark locks as he prepares you for his cock, eliciting a groan against your clit when you give a tug. 

“You taste so good, cutie. Could be down here forever I think.” The praise has your breath hitching, your grip on his hair tightening as he works his fingers in and out of you. “But you’re so fucking tight, think I’m gonna break you. Gotta make you come before I-“

“No, please just fuck me.”

“Uh uh.” He’s standing to his full height, his fingers still moving inside you as his other hand grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your head back so he can look you in the eye. “That might be how those little boys fuck, but a real man prioritizes his partner’s comfort.”

You nod to the best of your ability with his hand still holding your head in place, and he smiles before he kisses you again. Like the last ones it’s sloppy, just like the pace of his fingers in your cunny as they worked to stretch you open. It’s after you’ve adjusted to three of his thick fingers that he pulls away, offering them to you as his other hand goes to his belt so you could get to the main event. You moan at the taste of your arousal on his fingers, your tongue lavishing the digits in attention to clean them of your essence while you feel the tip of his cock brush against your clit. This was it, his hand moving from your lips so he could bring your leg up to his hip before you feel him prodding at your entrance. 

He wasn’t lying when he said he might break you, and you intentionally kept your eyes focused on his own dark irises because you didn’t want to see how big he was - that was only going to intimidate you. 

His groan as he finally starts to push in is deep, coming from the back of his throat and drowning out your pathetic whine at the stretch you still needed to be able to accommodate his girth. Your hands grip his shoulders tightly, eyes closing tight at the slight pain while trying to breathe your way through it. This was after he’d prepped you, and it still felt like this? You weren’t walking out of this bathroom when it was all said and done, he was going to have to carry you. 

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, pressing his face into your neck while carefully hoisting you up against the stall a bit more. “Sorry, cutie, I guess I should’ve done more. You good?”

You would be, he just needed to start moving, and he grins when you tell him as much. There are kisses trailed along your neck and chest, trying to soothe you as he slowly starts to move his hips against yours. There are promises to make you feel good, promises to take care of you, and you believe them all as the discomfort finally subsides and you’re begging for him to fuck into you faster, harder, just please fuck you. 

“Fuck,” he’s groaning into your mouth, hands on your hips keeping you still as he finds his pace-  rough and unrelenting, a man on a mission to get off and you can only cling to his shoulders to stay upright despite being slammed back against the stall with each thrust. “You feel so good, cutie. So fuckin’ good on my cock.”

On the other side of the stall door, you barely register the sound of people coming and going, the occasional cheer for the dude that was clearly getting some, and none of it embarasses you like you thought it would. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe you were more drunk on the dick than you were the drink - either way you just can’t bring yourself to care because you were winning right now. 

“C’mon cutie, come on my cock,” he requests, his hand moving to the juncture where your bodies were connected. His thumb is on your clit, the pressure against the sensitive bud making you see stars as the white hot pleasure continues to build in your core. You were close, so close, and you know that he knows by the way he’s urging you along with quick strokes of his thumb and hard strokes of his cock. Your pleasured cries are muffled by his kiss, your hands tugging at his hair as you finally topple over that edge and into the blissful heat that was your orgasm. He fucks you through it, barely containing himself through the rhythmic clenching of your walls around his girth - making what was already a tight fit almost impossible for him to be able to survive.

“Fuck, fuck!” His hips stutter against yours before he stills, chest heaving against yours as his cum spills into the thin latex barrier. He leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses along your neck and chest, careful not to leave marks as your fingers try to smooth his hair down that you had definitely messed up. “Shit, cutie. I could fuck you for hours. Wanna take you home, wanna come home with me?”

“I can’t, if I don’t make it home my brother will send a search party.”

“Overprotective?”

“Very.” He’s pulling out with a groan, carefully letting your leg down so you can regain balance on your two feet. Your legs feel weak, and that has him chuckling as he has to steady you.

“I’d be overprotective too, if my sister was as sexy as you. But can I give you my number? I wanna see you again.”

“Fuck me again?”

“Buy you dinner first.” You laugh, your head falling forward against his shoulder as the drunk giggles set in. “It’ll be a good one. I’ll even cook.” 

He’s removing the condom, knotting it and tossing it into the trash can before his hands set to stuffing himself back into his underwear and fixing his jeans. Your hands are in his pocket, pulling his phone out and holding it in front of him to unlock before going into his contacts to add yourself. Complete with a contact photo of you kissing his cheek and your emoji choice behind your name. He’s quick to snatch the device back to text you “before he forgot” and you’re fixing your dress as he kisses you again. 

“Gonna let me fuck you again, yeah?”

“Yeah, I want you to fuck me again.” He’s excited to hear it, kissing you again before opening the stall door to let you out. 

“I gotta pee, I’ll catch up with you I promise.” You nod, reluctantly pulling away from him and exiting the bathroom with a plan to go get your phone and some water. Screw what your brother thought about how your break time should be spent, if you could land a winter fling to keep you occupied then you were going to do that. A little fun never hurt anything, especially not when the fun came in the form of a man that handsome who fucked that well.

“You’re a bit young to be here, don’t you think?” That voice was not good to hear, not after you’d just finished having sex with a stranger in the bathroom of a club you weren’t legally allowed to be in. You were in for a lecture, for sure. And then another one when you were sober, since your brother liked to make sure you remembered your lesson. 

“K-Kakashi? What are you doing here, you don’t have fun.”

“Out, you know what my car looks like.” 

“You can’t boss me around, I’m an adult!” An adult whose world is spinning a bit too fast now, and your elder brother is catching you as you stumble before he directs you into the women’s bathroom while apologizing to the ladies fixing their makeup so you can empty your stomach contents into the toilet. 

“An adult, huh?” He’s clearly amused as he stands in the doorway to the stall, and you’re very annoyed as you continue to throw up. He wouldn’t be so amused if you threw up in his car, but he’d also make you clean up after yourself. 

“Please fuck off,” you groan, flipping him off as you try to catch your breath. Too much, too fast, and you were going to blame the handsome stranger that just finished fucking your brains out. You didn’t even know his name. 

“Once I get you home, I’ll leave you alone.”

--

The following morning finds Obito standing in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. He’d come home after Kakashi had apparently dragged his little sister and her underage friends out of the club, which was funny to hear about when Asuma had told him what had happened. He hated to have missed it, but he was getting some great pussy so he chalked it up to “win some, lose some”. 

His dear roommate had already left for work, so the shuffling that he heard was definitely the little sister finally stirring. He hadn’t seen her in a while, so he was curious to see what she looked like now. 

“Oh, good morning Obito,” he hears, and he looks up from the still brewing coffee only to freeze when it registers just who he was seeing there. 

Oh, Kakashi was going to kill him should he find out. 

There you were, the girl he fucked in the bathroom and thought about for the rest of the night, the girl the thought about while he jacked off in the shower this morning, the girl he sent a dick pic to before he went to bed, and you were standing in front of him wearing one of your older brother’s shirts and some shorts that he could barely see peeking out under the shirt. You were the little sister they’d be hosting for a few weeks, on winter break from your university, the sister he’d been explicitly told to steer clear of. 

Too late for that. 

But if you recognize him, you make no notion that you did. Instead you prepare your toast and coffee quietly, eyes focused on your task and not wandering like his would wander to you. You were cuter in the light - did you know?

“Obito,” you murmur, turning with your breakfast in hand and watching with a small smile as he stands up straighter. “Those were my favorite panties, and I’d like them back.”

Kakashi was going to kill him, but there was no way he’d be able to resist his urges when you would be under the same roof for weeks. With an overprotective older brother who was hardly home due to how much he worked. With a body that responded so nicely to his touch, and eyes that just screamed ‘fuck me’ whenever you looked at him. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be impossible, but the look in your eyes told him that you maybe didn’t want him to. 

“How badly do you want them back, cutie?”

#obito uchiha/f!reader #obito x reader #obito smut #obito uchiha smut #obito uchiha x you #obito uchiha x reader #obito uchiha x y/n #naruto x reader #naruto imagines #obito uchiha imagines #modern!au

[jeanvaljeancheri]

Hi! Since TSC is coming soon I've been kind of on a jerejean binge in the past few weeks so here are some of my fav jerejean fics pt2. If you haven't seen it yet and want more jerejean recs go check out the first post :)

Mon Petit Oiseau 1k

Sometimes, Jean couldn’t stand to look at Jeremy for too long. He was the ever-burning sun, blazing his way through life and dragging Jean along with him.

Jean teaching Jeremy some French that turns into soft introspection that turns into sleepy cuddles

Plus One 28k

Stabbing the invite into the cork board over his kitchen counter, Jean figured he had a little over twelve months to come up with a date for at least one of these. Even someone as inept as him could manage that...

*

Jean has a bunch of wedding invites, and no date. Jeremy has a suggestion.

what softens 26k

Like this, Jean steps into his new life.

This one is a kevin/jean/Jeremy pairing :)

Lucky Stars 50k

“Concussion. My helmet-I...” Jeremy can hear the slight slur of his own words, and tries his best to carefully speak again. “I think I'm okay.”

Jean treats him to a withering glare, unimpressed, before his expression pales slightly, and Jeremy does not have to guess as to why.

Or: Jeremy is badly injured, and finds it increasingly difficult to keep his feelings for a certain former Raven under wraps as some interesting facts come to light.

Capitulation in Time of War 3k

Jean's time in California is a constant battle against resentment, humiliation, and his annoyingly persistent new captain.

OR

5 times Jeremy made Jean feel safe and valued, and 1 time Jean had to kiss Jeremy about it.

transferable skills 11k

It’s the way Jean watches his own hands as he guides the thread through the paper, pulling the gathering tight to the spine. It’s the way Jean bends, strong and handsome, over a tiny embroidery hoop to get the details exactly right. Jeremy Knox is supposed to be spending his senior year worrying about what comes next. Instead, he’s mesmerized as he watches each stitch come to life and finds, there in between the threads, something completely unexpected.

love is stored in the cat 28k

LD: Hey do u want a cat

LD: Since you’re lonely and life sucks etc

JK: Thanks

JK: IDK

JK: What kind?

LD: Orange

Jeremy gets a cat, and then a situationship. The two are somewhat related.

Falling for the first time 2k

Jean fell first, Jeremy fell harder but who said those three magic words the first time?

--

Or jerejean's first time saying 'i love you'

the service bought and paid for 10k

jean moreau, jeremy knox, and the concept of a gift.

I'll Crawl Home To Him 2k

It’s strange, how quiet this stretch of road is. How peaceful. Walking alone through the dark, with nothing but the moon and the sea for company, Jean feels a little bit like a ghost.

That, or like the last man alive.

C'est un peu une déclaration 1k

« Les Backstreet qui ? » demande Jean, ce soir-là, et le sourire de Jude l’avertit qu’il a posé la question de trop. Ce n’est pas une habitude – Jean ne pose jamais de questions, Jean encaisse, Jean accepte, Jean serre les dents. Ce n’est pas une habitude – et c’est peut-être pour ça que Jude, avec qui il partage sa chambre depuis bientôt deux ans, sourit aussi largement

As you may have noticed, this one is for the francophones! I know not everyone will be able to read it but it's so rare for me to find good French fics that I couldn't help recommending it!

Still updating fics I keep up with

This Time, With Feeling [81k, 13/?]

One Thousand Cuts (and all the other ways to fall in love) [4k, 2/?]

#all for the game #fic rec #jerejean fic recs #aftg fic rec #tsc #the sunshine court #jerejean #jean moreau #jeremy knox #angst with fluff #andreil #ao3 #aftg fic #angst with comfort #fic recs #alternate universe #angst #aftg #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #fake dating #secret relationship #friends to lovers #French fic

[pedrostylez]

How The Crow Flies - pt. 6

Javier Peña x fem!reader x Frankie Morales crossover

Word count: 3k

Chapter Summary: The Triple Frontier crew gets the information they need to raid the house; you ignore Javier's calls

Chapter Warnings and Disclaimers: 18+ only. I am not responsible for what you read on the internet. You have been warned! Locations and descriptions of places may be inaccurate in comparison to each story (Narcos and Triple Frontier). Timelines are obviously different between the two stories, so we are going to meet in the middle and say we are in the early 2000s. These are not necessarily canon characters in regard to how they act, how they treat people, and their current relationships. DUBCON, Mentions of SA, SMUT!!!! oral f receiving, dirty talk, Frankie is struggling with addiction and you're it, baby

A/N: I realize that this is a very Frankie-heavy few chapters; do not worry, Javi makes a return eventually. You're not ready for the next chapter okay I'm just saying

Taglist: @thevoiceinyourheadx @suzdin @survivingandenduring @bariskaplans @inept-the-magnificent @casa-boiardi @paleidiot @darkheartgatita @missladym1981

Sweat sticks in between your shoulder blades, walking down the now familiar path to the back of Lorea’s home. A smile comes to your lips, unable to hold it back as you recall that just moments ago he was in the car passing yours. His window rolled down during the checkpoint to let you through, and he nodded as he drove by. 

He nodded. 

He has no idea who you are. 

It gave you confidence to know that you were at least tricking the highest man of authority in this part of the jungle. Your ears perked at the sound of the otherwise still jungle rustling with movement. 

It reminded you that you couldn’t trick the man lurking in the trees, smirking at you when you made direct eye contact before entering the home. His brown eyes somehow shining in the darkness, the flutter of his eyelashes hitting his cheek as he winked at you.

He hadn’t done more than say he knew you weren’t a whore, but what else he knew was still a mystery. You had to remain careful, quiet and unassuming. 

Beat him at his own game. 

“Come here, bonita.” One of the guards calls, reclined in one of the living room seats with his friends surrounding him, laughing. You’re shaken out of your thoughts, turning to him with a sly little smile that you have perfected during your time here. “I’ll give you a stack of American money this time around if you do a good job.”

The term “American money” peaks your interest, the distinction between that and what you had been paid previously. Was this the money that everyone was talking about? You sink to your knees in front of him, tilting your head and giving him the biggest smile you can manage. “What do you mean?”

His breathing has picked up, chest rising and falling in anticipation as his fingers are trying to undo his pants as quickly as possible. “I’ll get you a stack from the safe.”

Bingo. 

You nod, lowering your eyes to the bulge in his jeans, thinking over how you will follow him to the safe itself. “Only if you’re allowed?” You ask quietly, trying to remain as innocent looking as possible. You don’t want him to get in trouble, afterall; he’s your most frequent customer. You can’t for the life of you remember his name. 

He nods so quickly and aggressively you think that his head will fly off his neck. “Boss won’t mind.”

Frankie feels much calmer than usual, watching you walk into the house this time. A silent understanding that what you’re doing won’t affect him, and if anything you’ll be giving him information too. At least, that’s the impression he is under after you sucked him off again in the shower the other day. 

He thinks it is sound reasoning. 

He sits back against the tree, listening to Santiago over his ear piece. “Was worried she wasn’t going to last.” He grumbles, clicking off the microphone after a sigh. 

It’s silent for another moment before he hears Redfly question, “Got scared of the security guards?”

“Not sure…was told she ditched early a few weeks ago, but she seems to have figured it out.” Frankie can hear Santiago’s shrug through the ear piece. He thinks of Yovanna whispering in Santiago’s ear most nights, likely in his bed or hers, and he rolls his eyes. 

Then, Benny’s voice. “‘Saw she had a bloody lip the first week. I would have left early too.”

Frankie’s stomach clenches, remembering the first couple days that you had stumbled out of the back of the house with that fresh cut. He remembers how he saw it and didn’t say anything, because at the time it didn’t seem worth it to mention. Not worth bringing attention to something that wouldn’t matter in the long run. But now, suddenly–

“Fish, you got eyes on her?” Santiago rings in his ear again, snapping Frankie out of his thoughts. He looks to the door, your figure shadowed but prominent near the back entry. 

“She’s still inside.” He says quietly, squinting to try and see better when you twirl and your laughter reaches his ears. “Talking them up.”

“I’m gettin’ real tired of waiting. When are we raidin’ this place?” Will chimes in. 

“When we have some actual information.” Santiago spits.

You step out of the house, your purse over your shoulder and a large smile on your face. You’re holding a paper bag with both of your hands, looking in the trees briefly before stepping into the path. 

“Boys, she’s got a bag.” Frankie whispers, hoping you don’t call for him before he can send the information out. “Paper–can’t see in it.” You step down the path out of Frankie’s sight. You’re not stopping for him today, disappointment roiling through his blood. He shakes his head at himself, thinking he should have known better than to get too attached. “Anyone got eyes on her?”

“Yeah I’ve got–” Will says quietly through the ear piece, cut off before he rushes. “She tripped, paper bag is full of money boys. Hundred dollar bills.”

“She trafficking?” Redfly whispers. 

Frankie rolls his eyes again; Redfly always assumes the worst. Understandably, of course, but not with the context that Frankie has, and with the knowledge that Yovanna is the one in charge of the money, he shouldn’t think that. He goes to correct him, but Benny beats him to it. “She must have given them a show. Proves the money is there, boys.”

“Meeting tonight. All done for the day.” Santiago says, clicking off without another word. 

Frankie sighs, wondering what it was that you did for the money. His chest tightens at the thought, pushing it away in the hopes that you would be at his door when he returned. 

The steam off your coffee rolls up to your face, watching the motel quietly in the corner of the cafe. Calculations in your head tell you that you have 52 hours until you have to return to your post back with Javi. He’s been calling you nonstop, not leaving messages or text but calling twice a day. 

You roll your eyes when you feel the tell tale vibrations coming from your pocket. The idea that he would be calling you more now was almost laughable, but after the last conversation you had with him, you're not surprised. Begrudgingly, you pull out your phone, surprised to see Yovanna’s name on the caller ID. You scan the road in front of you, pressing the receiver to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey!” She chirps over the speaker. 

Your eyes remain on the building in front of you, watching the cars. “Hey Yovanna, what’s going on?”

“Just wanted to tell you that you are absolutely loved by the guys. Andres can’t get enough of you.” She sounds happy, suggestive in how she uses the man’s name. That must be who you sucked off this morning. 

She prattles on, saying they are going to give you an advance of money in the hopes that you will stay for a few more days. “Oh, I can’t stay, I have to go back for a little while. But I’ll be back in a week or so?” You say calmly, continuing to survey the road in front of you. 

It goes silent on the phone, and your focus comes back to the phone in your hand. Yovanna takes a deep breath, “The uh…the lease is up at the end of this week and...you won’t need to come back next week.”

You frown, confusion racing through your brain and how to ask what exactly is going on. “The lease? I would stay an extra day if I could–”

“It’s not you!” She says quickly, a faux laugh reaching your ears. “Just, I’m not going to be around next week, with the lease ending. I don’t want you here if I’m not here…I’ll have to find a new place for you to stay!”

You watch a car filled with men-Frankie in the passenger seat-pull into the parking lot across the street and you shake your head. “You don’t have to find a place for me, you gave me the job.” Something feels off in the pit of your stomach. “Why didn’t you tell me the lease was going to be done so soon?” 

Through the speaker you hear a car door slam just as Santiago gets out of the car. You freeze, straining to listen. “Just don’t come back, okay?” She says quickly, waiting for your quiet reply of of course, sorry Yovanna before she says “Don’t apologize. Thank you…for all your help.” and hangs up the phone. 

As you hang up and watch the men pile out of the vehicle, each nodding to each other and glancing at their watches as if they have agreed on a time, the gears in your head begin to turn, and you look down to your phone again to call Javi. 

“Tonight, Fish. No staying in and avoiding us.” Benny calls from his door, looking through the openings of the metal stairs up to Frankie. 

Frankie grunts in acknowledgement, ignoring any other comments being thrown at him and unlocking his room door to slide inside. He glances around briefly, all items still where they were left the night before, taking off his hat and setting it on the coffee table. 

He’s conflicted, desperately wanting to see you again before the inevitable raid and fleeing they will be doing. He also doesn’t want to disappoint himself, knowing that nothing can continue with whatever is happening between the two of you. 

Lying, fucking, pretending; all things he’s experiencing with you. Craves with you. 

He could just leave you to whatever it was that you were doing–he didn’t actually have to know, did he? You dropping that bag of money in front of his team proves that what you’re doing doesn’t affect them. 

Lost in his thoughts, he’s letting his boots slide off and a sigh leave his lips, before he hears a soft knock at his door. He’s too quick to open it, holding his breath when he sees you in front of him. He inhales as subtly as he possibly can when you slip past him into the room, shutting the door behind him. 

“‘You have a habit of falling?” He asks, watching as you take off your own shoes like you plan on getting comfortable–plan on staying. 

“Nice trick, wasn’t it?” You giggle, batting your eyelashes at him. “I figured someone would be watching.”

“How did you get paid that much?” He grinds out, trying to hold himself back. He doesn’t want to focus on this nagging thing in his chest, something he could potentially identify as jealousy. No–he wants to focus on the mission he was sent here for. 

You smirk, shrugging. “I have my ways. Don’t tell me you’re jealous?” You call him out, tilting your head as he runs his hands through his hair, huffing out a heavy breath. 

“Where was he keeping it?” Frankie presses, fingers tapping anxiously against his scalp. Maybe if he focuses on the facts, on the mission, he can stop this feeling in his stomach bubbling up into whatever he was afraid of it being. 

You watch him, curious. “What do I get if I tell you?”

He freezes, watching for a second longer before a switch flips. Frankie can’t help himself–like his body is working with a separate mind, watching himself from overhead as he kneels in front of you. His knees crack, thudding on to the carpet and looking up at your body. He hears your gasp, watches how your eyes widen and darken, watching him before you. 

Frankie licks his lips, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. “My mouth. My hands–whatever you want.”

You stand silent, mouth slightly opened as you breathe deeply. 

His hands reach forward, pulling you by the hips closer to him. His mouth waters, at eye level with your belly button and he swears he can smell you. The want that is in his own pants, reflected in yours. “If I feel you right now, will you be wet?”

When he looks up again you’re already staring back at him, nodding silently. He moves the skirt of your dress out of the way-changed from what you wore into the jungle, and moves the palm of his hand over the front of your panties. 

Warm and humid under his fingers, sliding down to where the fabric thins and becomes wet, he smiles. “Where was the money, hermosa?”

You swallow roughly, hands on his shoulders and digging your nails in. “A-A safe.” You close your eyes as his fingers move your underwear to the side. He notices how you shuffle your legs apart as slowly as possible, as if to not scare him away. 

He lightly runs his first and second finger over your slit, exposing your clit and letting the wetness he had gathered on his fingers to circle around you. “Where was the safe?” He doesn’t recognize his own voice, feels like he is looking at himself from the ceiling instead of being in front of you. An out of body experience that he can relive over and over again.

The bite of your fingers at his shoulders has him suddenly back in his body, listening to your moan. “The master bedroom.” You close your eyes, throwing your head back to expose the column of your throat to him. He wants to plant a kiss there, bite down on your collarbone, but he remains on his knees. “There’s a cabinet in the way. I-It was like a secret door.”

Frankie hums happily, letting his other hand wrap around the back of your thighs and squeeze to maneuver that leg over his shoulder. “What a good girl, telling me that.” He growls out, leaning his mouth forward and suctioning around your clit. 

It’s quick, how you wrap his hair around your fingers and tug. How you sigh happily and do your best to not lose your balance, but have to reach behind you to hold yourself up against the back of the couch. 

Frankie devours you; he feels dizzy with how hard he is pushing his face into your heat and consuming your scent and taste. He closes his eyes, blissfully letting himself get lost in the addiction of you.

The only thing that may be better is that now he is convinced he will have a full bank account when he leaves Colombia. 

When you come, Frankie doesn’t even realize you had been warning him. Your calls of “Frankie, honey–” And “Oh fuck–” hadn’t penetrated his concentration, his dedication to tasting you. 

When he pulls away, looking up to your heaving chest and half glazed over eyes, he realized why he had devoted the time to you. Looking up at you he’s not sure he can go without you. He stands, still close to you but rests his hands on either side of the couch behind you. “When can I see you again?”

You huff, blinking until your eyes go wide and you laugh. “I am only here for a couple more days–”

Frankie shakes his head, knowing Santiago. The next two days will be full recon work, not just observing but notating down times that the family leaves. “Let me see you in three days.” 

You pause, pushing the skirt of your dress down and frowning. “I have to get back to–”

“Please.” He breathes, bringing his lips close to yours. He knows you can smell yourself on him, but you don’t seem to care as your bottom lip brushes against yours. Frankie thinks he will never see you again. 

He takes the chance, pressing himself against you and letting his mouth engulf your own. His tongue peeks out, dancing with yours briefly before he groans. 

You pull away quickly, confusion threading through your features. You shake your head, putting a hand on his chest to push him away. He wants to push back against you, but he obliges, taking a step back. 

Frankie thinks he’s fucked up now, sure that you’re going to leave without saying another word. But you don’t move, looking at the ground and thinking through something. You finally nod, stepping around him to the notepad that sits on the bedside table. 

You write an address, setting it down gently and looking back at him. “I’ll only be there for a couple more days.”

Frankie shakes his head. “I’m telling you the truth, I can only be there on the third day. Santiago will–” He stops himself, pressing his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. He smells you again and feels himself twitch in his pants. “I have to tie up loose ends. I want to see you again.”

You watch him, eyes wide and unmoving. “I don’t know that I can stay that long.”

Frankie feels like he might have to get on his knees again. He doesn’t reach for you, holding his hands wide, pleading. “Just one more time.”

You swallow, furrowing your brow and looking away. He can see how your eyes get glassy, confusion clear in your expression. When you shake your head, it's like you’ve cleared your thoughts and put up a wall. “You can come by and see if I am still there.”

Frankie nods, heat rushing to his cheeks in embarrassment. The fact that he begged you, makes him question if he should even bother showing up. 

But when you head for the door and he follows to open it, you turn around and lunge yourself at him, kissing him and pulling him by the shirt closer to you. His arm wraps around your back, keeping you close to him. 

His lips pull from yours, a smirk unable to stay down as his other hand reaches up to rub softly at your cheekbone. No words are further exchanged, you slipping out the room and across the street while he holds the door open to watch you. 

Frankie glances to the stairs, the metal holes making it easy to see to Benny’s door. It too is wide open, watching him with a knowing smile on his face. 

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #frankie morales #frankie morales smut #triple frontier fic #triple frontier #htcf #how the crow flies #tw: dubcon #tw sa implied

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in October 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #55 |  ko-fi | fic recs

—Louis/Harry—

🎃 your memory over me by @shimmeringevil

(E, 64k, exes) The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone

🎃 saw some things on the other side by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 61k, murder mystery) Unfortunately, Louis’ plan doesn’t take into account the fact that instead of writing murder mysteries, he will find himself in one.

🎃 Fight For Us by @fallinglikethis

(E, 11k, a/b/o) one dark night, long after all of the other omegas in the pen have fallen asleep, biology comes calling for Louis.

🎃 Rainy Days and Leaves by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(E, 9k, uni) Louis works at a coffee shop and spells Harry's name wrong on his cups.

🎃 could start a cult by @nouies

(E, 8k, FBI agents) Harry can’t get enough of Louis’ breast milk.

🎃 Peaky Blinders Louis (series) by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 8k, historical) Three years ago, Louis ran with the Peaky Blinders. He thought he left that life behind, but his past might finally be catching up with him.

🎃 Let Me Taste Your Silhouette by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 4k, pwp) the one where Harry accidentally posts a picture to his main Instagram story instead of only to his close friends, and he just happens to be wearing a 28 Official Programme shirt. Louis happens to notice

🎃 Toil and Trouble by stretchmybones / @harryslonecurl

(E, 3k, sirens) Harry and Louis are sirens who suck the souls out of humans in order to make potions

🎃 David S Pumpkins by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(NR, 3k, supernatural elements) Louis has a Halloween party to go to, and the perfect outfit to wear. It's a little odd that people in weird clothes keep appearing and disappearing. Skeleton outfits? A three piece suit covered in pumpkins? Mysterious.

🎃 like a dream but i wasn't asleep by @alwaysxlarrie

(G, 2k, strangers to lovers) It's cold outside and Harry just wants to get into his hotel room and go to bed. It should be a simple task, but it’s made more challenging by his complicated relationship with gravity, a booking mixup, and a really hot guy.

🎃 Touch the Sky and Kiss the Sun by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 2k, soulmates) Louis Tomlinson knows without a shadow of a doubt that Harry Styles is his soulmate. Harry Styles, Louis is virtually certain, is completely unawares of this fact.

🎃 Don't Forge Me by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus

(G, 2k, established relationship) Harry knows he won’t see Louis again for a while, but when he reads the confusing note tucked amongst the melons and pineapple flowers, Harry wonders if he’ll ever see Louis again…

🎃 Trackies by Larry_you_know / @larryyouknow

(E, 2k, established relationship) Louis and Harry are having another anniversary. For Harry, Louis' hints to what he would like to be gifted are very confusing. OR The one where trackies*com isn't the place where you buy tracksuits.

🎃 Run To You by @neondiamond

(G, 2k, established relationship) Harry injures himself while out on a morning run. Louis comes to his rescue.

🎃 You of course, Always you. by bunnyhusbands / @louisgayvodka

(G, 1k, friends to lovers) “Tell me what?” “That I'm in love with you”

🎃 Dearest Gemma (I fell in love) by Thingssicant / @slowlyseducedbycurls

(G, 1k, epistolary) Harry writes letters to his sister while he impatiently waits for his lover to propose

—Rare Pairs—

🎃 Bloom by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 28k, Louis/Liam) In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne.

🎃 Cold Spring by @nouies

(E, 8k, Louis/Pedro Pascal) Louis is a coffee shop owner and Pedro is his newest customer.

🎃 two languages, one love by @nouies

(NR, 3k, Louis/Cillian Murphy) The three times Louis speaks to Cillian in Spanish, and the one time he finally gets a response.

🎃 Amenable by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(E, 3k, Zayn/Louis) Zayn guides Louis through a marathon day of fucking, exploring Louis' submissive side through a series of varied constraints.

#28th appreciation #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #ficsfor4am #trackinghome #1dsource #tracksintheam #hlcreators #ficrec

[flightlessangelwings]

Show You How Much I Love You

Frankie Morales x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 3k

Warnings- smut (18+ ONLY!), oral (m receiving), handjob, teasing, edging, established relationship, swallowing, sub!Frankie

Notes- Oh boy I had fun writing this one!! Frankie deserves all the love, and he deserves all the love he gives to his partner, which is what inspired this! And I wrote this with a completely gender neutral reader, no pronouns, no gendered nicknames, and of course I wrote it to be inclusive as well. Enjoy!

Reblogs, asks and follows are highly appreciated!!

To stay up to date on when I post, also follow my update blog and turn on post notifs @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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There was no better feeling than being in Frankie Morales’ arms. He never failed to make you feel safe and loved, and when he wrapped his big, strong arms around you and held you close, you felt all the emotions in his embrace. The warmth of his body is a comfort unlike any other, and you loved it when you leaned your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. There was nowhere else in the world you would rather be than in his arms.

Well, perhaps there was one other place you’d like to be…

The movie on the screen was just background noise for you as the two of you sat wrapped up in each other on the couch. Frankie’s hand rubbed up and down your back in a comforting motion and every once in a while he would place a soft kiss on the top of your head. His heart beat steadily in his chest, but whenever you gave him an extra squeeze, you felt it flutter slightly. And suddenly, the need between your legs won over and your calm movie date night was about to take a turn.

“Baby… What are you…?” Frankie mumbled as you suddenly shifted in his embrace and pushed yourself upright to settle between his parted knees, “Everything alright?” he asked as he caressed your face.

The fire already burned behind your eyes as you took in the sight of Frankie relaxed on the couch, his button down shirt open and inviting. “Everything’s perfect, baby,” you purred as you leaned in and hovered your lips over his, “I just can’t help but think…”

Your thoughts trailed off as you closed the gap between your faces and took Frankie’s lips with yours. He moaned against you as his large hands instantly dropped to your hips to pull you in closer; Frankie always loved when you were completely against his body so he could feel as much of you as he could. Your tongues tangled together as the kiss deepened, and the taste of the other always drove both of you wild.

Breaking away for air, you immediately attached your lips to Frankie’s neck as nibbled along the tight muscles there, “Mmm, baby you’re too tense,” you muttered against his skin as you bit down harder and sucked at the sensitive spot.

Frankie just moaned your name as he moved his hands to your shoulders and grabbed onto you tighter.

You let out a soft laugh against him as you kissed your way down his chest. Just as you always quickly surrendered to him, you loved when Frankie gave into you instantly when you got into moods like this. Just as you trusted him with your body, and your life, the trust was returned with equal intensity. The two of you were always in perfect harmony with the other, and it made you love him even more. 

And Frankie mirrored that love right back at you.

Frankie gasped when you cupped his chest and gave his pecs a firm squeeze. Trailing your tongue along his chest, you savored the taste of his skin as you made your way to his nipple. Once there, you closed your lips around the sensitive bud and flicked it with your tongue, causing Frankie to groan loudly. No one had ever paid this much attention to his chest before you, and you were both pleasantly surprised at how sensitive he was and how much he loved it. 

Because you absolutely loved worshiping every inch of his body just as much as he loved worshiping yours.

“Corazon…” Frankie moaned as he threw his head back as you worked his nipple with your tongue, “Fuck…”

You grinned against his chest as you kissed your way to the other side and gave it the same treatment. While you sucked and flicked at the other nipple with your tongue, you kneaded his pec with your other hand, giving Frankie just the right amount of stimulation without pushing him over the edge. And the way his cock stiffened under you said that you had your balance just right. You rubbed your chest against his hardening length just enough to tease him a few times before you pulled back.

When you broke away from his chest with a loud pop, Frankie’s arms were instantly on you. In a flash, he pulled you in for another kiss, this one more heated and desperate. He devoured you as if he couldn’t kiss you enough, and you moaned into his mouth as your mind spun. But, just as he was about to push you back onto the couch to return your favor, you stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“Baby?”

“Shhh,” you whispered as you placed another soft kiss on the tip of his perfect nose, “Let me, tonight,” your voice dropped as you settled on your knees, “I want to taste you, Frankie.”

The groan he let out went right to your core and you felt the room warm. You took advantage of his blissed out state and hastily unzipped his jeans. When he felt you yank on them, Frankie obediently obliged and lifted his hips so you could strip him.

“Good boy,” you purred as you ghosted your fingertips along his calves.

“Fuck,” Frankie hissed as his cock twitched before you, “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” He couldn’t deny the rush that pulsed through his veins when you called him that. 

A shot laugh escaped your lips as you smiled up at him from your position on your knees, and for a moment your world froze and your heart fluttered in your chest. Frankie looked down at you as you sat on the floor in front of him with a look for pure admiration on his face. He looked at you as if he couldn’t believe you were his and he was yours. In truth, Frankie wondered what he did to deserve you, and he was grateful for every single moment he got with you. 

“I fucking love you, baby,” he cupped your face as you sat frozen on your movements.

You gasped softly, “I fucking love you too, Francisco Morales.”

Just at the moment of softness started, however, something flipped in your head and you ran your fingers across his inner thigh. Frankie tried to keep eye contact with you as long as he could, but the way you traced along his skin sent shivers up his spine and he couldn’t help but drop his head back Goosebumps erupted all over his legs as you tickled the soft skin of his inner thighs, carefully avoiding his cock that stood at full attention already.

“Corazon…” he moaned as his hands landed on the back of your head.

But, you had other ideas for him, “Frankie,” you sounded stern, “I want to establish some rules for tonight,” your tone was low and sensual, and you could tell Frankie was turned on by the way his breath hitched in his chest and his cock strained between your bodies.

“Yes?” his voice was just a whisper.

“You’re not allowed to touch yourself… Or me.”

The whine Frankie let out almost made you break and give in. You knew that he loved to touch you, and he always put your pleasure ahead of his own. But tonight, you wanted it to be all about him. You wanted to make him the way he made you feel night after night. And you didn’t want to stop until he begged you to, just like he always did with you. 

“I know hermoso,” you cooed as you gently grabbed his wrists and placed them at his sides, “Keep your hand there for me, ok baby?”

Frankie swallowed hard, “Y-yes…”

To see such a strong man so weak for you sent a jolt through your body that went right to your core. You didn’t take advantage of the situation, though. You knew how much it meant for him to surrender control and give in to you. You knew that his surrender wasn’t a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength, and a sign of just how much he loved and trusted you. And you wanted Frankie to know that his surrender was worth it. That he was worth it.

“That’s it,” you purred as you released his wrists, “I’ve got you tonight, Frankie,” your tone was hushed as you trailed your hands along his stomach and to his hips.

“You’ve got me every night, baby,” Frankie couldn’t help the cheesy line, “And every morning… And every day…”

You laughed softly, “And you have me… Every night and every day,” you leaned forward and kissed the inside of his thigh just by his hip joint.

Frankie gasped as you placed a line of open mouthed kisses all along his thigh. Up and down you kissed and licked and nipped gently until you made your way to his core once more. Frankie’s cock twitched in anticipation, but he let out an exasperated groan when you nibbled on his hip instead. All the while, your hand brushed along his opposite thigh, giving him just the right amount of stimulation once more.

Just when he thought you could finally wrap your lips around his cock, you skipped right over it and switched over to Frankie’s other leg. He whimpered your name as his hands flew to your scalp once more out of pure reflex.

Immediately, you broke away from his body, “Hands to yourself, Frankie,” you chastised him sternly yet softly. 

“Yes, baby,” his hands went right back to the couch where he gripped tightly to the fabric of the cushions. 

“That’s it,” you rewarded him with one feather-light kiss to the tip of his cock before you went back to what you were doing.

Frankie dropped his head back as his entire body strained with need for you. The teasing touches and kisses to his inner thighs drove him wild, and he felt how much his cock pulsed with desire. He moaned your name as his fingers dug into the couch to keep them from grabbing you once more. Even though you were determined to make this night about him, Frankie still couldn’t help but have you on his mind first and foremost. It made your heart flutter in your chest and you smiled against his skin as you bit down a little harder on his thigh. 

Perhaps you had teased Frankie enough, and the way his cock dripped with precum told you he would agree. 

“Frankie,” you breathed his name as you wrapped a hand around the base of his length.

Just that small touch made him buck his hips against you as he cried out loudly. The sounds that came from deep in Frankie’s throat went right to your core and you involuntarily rocked your own hips a little. But, just like Frankie always did with you, you saved off your own pleasure in favor of his. So, ignoring the growing ache between your legs, you slowly pumped his cock.

Slick already, your hand glided along Frankie’s length easily. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths as you ran your fist up and down slowly, putting just enough pressure to satisfy him but not send him over the edge just yet. With each pump, you picked up your pace, and you didn’t chastise him when he thrust himself into your hand. 

As Frankie’s moans grew louder, you felt the heat from his body and you could tell his climax was quickly building. Eager from all the teasing you gave him, it took hardly any time for Frankie’s cock to twitch in your hand as you pumped him, and when he groaned your name you knew he was close.

Not ready for this to end yet, you suddenly broke away from Frankie completely, and you moaned when he let out a loud cry of disappointment.

“Baby…” he begged as his eyes fluttered open. The flush on his cheeks made you clench your thighs together.

“Now you know how it feels,” you teased without malice as you hovered your lips over his cock, “You ready for my mouth now, baby?”

“Si,” he replied right away as his entire body strained with need, “Corazon… Please…”

Oh you liked when Frankie begged.

You darted your tongue out and just tickled the tip of his dick at first. Flicking the sensitive head a few times, you then tilted your head and nibbled along the shaft as you made your way down to his balls. It took every ounce of self control for Frankie to not hold you and buck his hips into you, but he managed. Just as you were always so good for him, he wanted to be good for you. And of course he would repay the favor tenfold after he caught his breath…

Once you reached the base, you nipped gently at his balls a few times, and savored the way he gasped when you  did so. But, instead of repeating the action back up, you flattened your tongue and ran it all the way up his length in one smooth motion until you got to the head once more. You wrapped your lips around it and flicked at it with your tongue before you repeated the action again.

“Fuck!” Franie growled loudly as his mind swam with pleasure, “Baby… I can’t take much more…”

Running your tongue up his cock again, you decided you had enough too, “I know baby,” you murmured as you mimicked his words from other nights back to him, “I’ve got you.”

Before he could reply, you wrapped your lips around his cock and swallowed as much of it as you could. Frankie’s grip on the couch tightened to the point where he thought he would rip the fabric, but he didn’t care. The warmth of your mouth engulfed him completely and nothing else in the world mattered. All he cared about was you and the expert way you took him into your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down his length a few times, hollowing out your cheeks and sucked hard when you got as much of him into your mouth as you could. A string of curses flowed from Frankie’s mouth as you worked him, and you snorted through your nose in amusement. But, you were also more turned on than you had ever been before, and the growing need from between your legs got harder and harder to ignore.

Needing a breath, you pulled yourself off of his cock and looked up at him with glazed over eyes. Frankie gasped before his eyes opened and met yours. And the moment your gazes locked you swore the world stopped. Heat rose in the room as the two of you stared at each other, and a trail of spit still connected your lips and Frankie’s cock.

“You can touch me now, baby,” you whispered before you took a deep breath and swallowed his cock once more. 

Frankie didn’t need to be told twice, and the second your lips were around his length again, his hands flew to your scalp. He held you tightly as you took him into your mouth as deep as you could until you gagged on him. The sounds of your effort went right to Frankie’s core, and he couldn't help but thrust his hips against your face.

“Shit… Fuck… Corazon… I’m gonna cum baby…” Frankie’s body trembled under your touch. 

You hummed around his cock as you sucked harder, determined to send him over the edge this time after all that teasing. And it didn’t take long for both of you to get what you wanted. With a loud groan of your name and his hands firmly gripping your head, Frankie came hard. His seed splashed against the back of your throat as you sucked him as hard as you could, milking every last drop of him that you possibly could. 

Swallowing every bit, you kept him in your mouth until you were sure he had nothing more to give. With one last gulp, you reeled off of him and took in a deep breath. A mix of his cum and your saliva dripped from your lips as you stared up at Frankie, who was still lost in his pleasure but still kept his hands on you.

Before he even opened his eyes, Frankie caressed your face tenderly, and when he finally met your gaze, his breath hitched in his throat once more.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, “You look so fucking beautiful like that.” You looked a mess, your eyes were glazed over, and spit still dribbled from your lips. But you had never looked more stunning to Frankie.

Without hesitation, he leaned forward and took your lips with his in a heated kiss. He licked your mouth clean, relishing the taste of you and him together on your tongue. “You never tasted better either, baby,” he added with a quip.

“Frankie,” you whispered his name between kisses as you clung to him. For a moment, you almost forgot about your own need, and you suddenly realized how Frankie was able to do that so often with you. But the warmth of his hands ignited the fire within you and you suddenly felt how hot your skin burned. 

And this was definitely something you wanted to do again.

But, as Frankie held you and kissed you, your own need quickly grew from your core. He noticed right away, of course, and he pushed himself off the couch and joined you on the floor.

“That was fucking amazing, baby,” he purred as he cupped your face and nibbled your chin, “Now can I return the favor?”

You snorted; of course Frankie’s mind immediately went to you once he recovered from his powerful orgasm. But, what was what you loved about him, and there was never any doubt on how much he loved you. 

“Yes,” you exhaled as you surrendered yourself to him.

~

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dream wanted to drive home with sapnap but sapnap was so depressed over losing 6k dollars that he was just gonna go home by himself but dream was like "what do i have to do to make you stay" and sapnap asked for 3k so he could make his money back and dream GAVE HIM THE 3K???? on the condition that he paid it back and sapnap ended up breaking even and didn't lose any money and gambling sucks don't gamble vegas sucks and that was his time in vegas 😭

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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 3k Warnings: swears, talks of death, blood, talks of period blood in particular, someone being shot.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

(Red Right Hand by Arctic Monkeys)

JAX.

The night was heavy with the dread of oncoming death. But whose? That was still undecided.

Guns had been aimed, with triggers ready to be pulled. Even though the meeting was supposed to be weapon-free.

    “So much for reliability and transparency,” Jax uttered. His heart may have been pounding but with adrenaline over fear.

This meeting with a potential partner in Cara-Cara, was deemed somewhat reliable by Bobby. So, hell it was a surprise to find these gentlemen so gun happy. Bobby wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize the club. Both Sons knew that, so what the fuck was with these guys.

If it were truly up to Jax, he wouldn’t be looking for another partner, but with Nero desperate to pull out, he had no other choice but to look at other investors.

   And fuck, this guy wasn’t one to wait. This meeting was set for two weeks and now it was suddenly rushed to today.

  Oddly enough, everything had seemed to be alright, until the bald-headed Russian asshole took a joke too far. The girls at Cara-Cara were treated with respect. It was a non-negotiation. Women were constantly mistreated in Charming, Jax had seen it with his own eyes, hell, Gemma and Tara had been assaulted in the past. Jax never wanted that to happen, let alone in a company he owned.

  Chibs’ eyes flickered from his president to the exit, and Jax subtly shook his head. Like fuck he’d let Chibs risk himself. They looked at each other, truly looking and almost in silent communication Jax said, ‘we get out and we get out together.’

   Chibs’ jaw ticked.

  “So, boys. What’s it gonna be?” The Bossman with a shaved head said.

  “I think I’m gonna have to go with … go fuck yourself,” Jax said with a smile. He wanted to rile this fucker up. Was it the right move? Maybe…maybe not. But you never knew when a man would back down – over respect, intimidation, or approval.

ZO.

(Night Creeper by the Blackwater Fever)

You awoke with a knot in your stomach. One that you couldn’t get rid of. No matter what you did. Stretching, hot baths, hot water bottles, and then you saw the blood, and everything made sense.

   Of course, you were in your period, it sucked but it was also … a bit of a positive. You definitely weren’t ready to have children. Not now, not yet.

 As you boiled the kettle for what seemed like the hundredth time, you crouched down and rested your head against the kitchen bench, groaning.

     “Fuck, I feel like I’ve been shot,” you moaned, one hand holding your stomach, rubbing ever so gently. This month was one of the worser ones. Like a pattern, your body either gave you a light easier period or a heavier harder one.

   When your kettle finished boiling, you emptied your hot water bottle and filled it. A few drops missed the opening and landed on your hand.

    “Fuck!” You yelled, already irritated, and nearly gave up. But your stomach lurched again, and you pushed on. “Not fair,” you mumbled, and slumped to the couch, where a bunch of snacks lay ready for you. The tv was flicked on and laid down, curling onto your side.

 You looked at the clock and frowned, usually Jax would call around this time, but there were no notifications on your phone.

JAX.

The big-bellied boss laughed and lowered his guns. As he did so, all of his men followed. The dread was slowly starting to leak from the room. But all the doors and windows were pulled shut, so it was taking its time to leave.

  “I like him,” the man said. His Russian so thick it was comical.  

Winking at Chibs, who came to stand to Jax’s right, he angled his body between the most guns and his president.

The fat Russian continued to speak. A lot of bullshit tumbled from his mouth, but still, Jax and Chibs were on high alert. As they always were.

   That’s how the Sons of Anarchy had survived so long under Jax’s rule, never let your guard down. And never let the other guy see it still up.   

So, they lowered their guns too. But when Jax turned to leave, telling the Russian he would be in touch, the man knew he wasn't going to get the partnership.

And the Russian mobster wasn't used to being denied.

ZO.

(Done All Wrong by the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club)

The afternoon had gone by slowly, as the pain never left. You had already told Skeeter you weren’t coming in, and when he asked why, he was absolutely awkward about it. As if he didn’t have one of the gorier jobs. What was period blood compared to dead bodies?

  Getting up from the couch was difficult, but you did it. You wanted to take your pups for a walk before they had their dinner, and it got too dark.

  Their leashes were tucked in the same spot they always were, and whenever you went near that area, even without the intention of a walk, their tails would wag.

    “Yes, walkies!” You exclaimed, clipping their collars.

But as you walked, you could feel the blood moving with gravity. Only a short walk, you thought and looked down at your two large dogs, their faces full of pure delight.

  Opening and closing the front door, you turned around to lock it, when you felt the presence of someone behind you. Whipping around, you saw a face you really wish wasn’t there.

  Gemma Teller-Morrow, dressed in black jeans, a grey top that showed her chest scar and wearing big black high-heeled boots. Ones you were sure she slept in. You couldn’t envision her in anything else. Her black and blonde hair was perfectly curled and slightly brushed, giving it a voluminous affect. She was a beautiful woman. But intimidation practically leaked from her.

  Both your dogs moved to stand in front of you.

   “Ugh, hi,” you said with an awkward smile. You, on the opposite hand, were wearing the baggiest pants you could find and a jumper, with joggers (and mismatched socks). Hair greasy and pulled in a bun from your face, you felt vulnerable; practically naked, in front of her.

  With pinched lips, she said, “hi,” and the hands that were on her hips moved to cross in front of her.

   You wanted to ask what the fuck she was doing here, but absolutely did not.

“You know Jax is away?” Her voice was almost disinterested, as if she had been forced to be here. But no one was in the car you had located behind your own.

   The boys must be with Wendy then.

“Ugh yeah, I helped him pack.”

      “Hmm, well I haven’t ugh, heard from him.” Now you understood. She thought Jax was here for some reason. And she came looking for him.

   “Neither have I actually,” you said, shifting your weight to one leg. The sun was setting, creating a slowly drifting picture of purple, pink, orange and yellow across the sky.

   “Huh,” she said, moving her hands into her back pockets and clucking her tongue, “thought he might be here.”

  Ding ding, fucking ding. As if you would be that irresponsible – or Jax for that matter. You two were grown-ups and knew how to act. Why was this lady running after her grown-ass son?

  You were doing all you could not to let your thoughts show on your face, so you shifted again. And thankfully, one of your pups whined; easing the tension.

    “Right, you taking ‘em on a walk?” Gemma said, in your mind you instantly replied with ‘fucking duh,’ but only nodded.

  “Mind if I join you?”

JAX.

(Dad's Gonna Kill Me by Richard Thompson)

Getting shot isn't the same feeling for everyone.

Jax hadn't fully felt the bullet in his right hip; he thought it had only grazed the bone.

The gunfire didn’t cease, however, and revealing his wound to Chibs wasn’t going to help. Jax wasn’t sure if the bullet was still inside his body, but thoughts like that weren't helpful right now. All he could focus on was getting the both of them out.

Holed up against the side of the bar, there was barely enough coverage for one man.

   Yelling, “cover meh!” The Scotsman knocked over a few of the bar’s table and chairs. Creating a sort of barricade.

  Even shot, Jax was a great aim. Taking out an arm with each bullet, gave Chibs more time to create their defence.

In a heated moment, Chibs picked up one of the cheap stools and threw it across the room. It landed with a loud smash, as once a glass table now lay in a million pieces.

   “WHAT IS WITH THESE MOTHERFUCKERS!” The fat Russian yelled, his face red, bleating. His blood pressure monitor started beeping; his wife made him go to the doctors to get his weight under control. And that gave the mobster a 24/7 monitor to wear underneath his clothes.

  For a beat the gunshots stopped as the beeping sounded, and the hired guns stopped to check on their boss. He had been fine, and then he watched as the Sons got up and ran.

    And then the Russian stopped being able to breathe. 

Bursting out the door and into the bright daylight, the two men covered their faces and ran toward their bikes, Jax leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

   “Almost free Jackie boy,” Chibs said as he got out his keys.

Doing the same, the blonde Son was about to shove the keys in the ignition when they fell out of his wet, red hand.

    “Fuck,” Jax growled as he bent down, but as he did so, he saw six pairs of black boots coming from the same door they ran from.

   “Jackie, what-“ And then Chibs saw the soaked through shirt, the blood on Jax’s hands and the paleness in his face.

 “FUCK,” he yelled, grabbing onto both sets of keys and jumping behind Jax. Chibs would sacrifice his bike for his president any day. And today was that goddamn day.

     The group of men were nearly upon them, as Chibs fiddled with the keys.

“Fucking put them in,” Jax said with a slight slur. Maybe it was just a bone graze… Jax was thinking and thinking and reached out a hand to touch his side and screamed.

  Punctured.

The word rung in his mind before he could even process it.

   And all the while Chibs had finally turned on the engine and revved. Leaving the men behind in a wall of dust.

   “I got you Jackie, I got you-“ Chib’s voice was barely audible over the sound of the engine. But Jax heard it nonetheless. He always would be with Chibs. But maybe this was something that no one who loved him could save him from.  

ZO.

How could you say no? You couldn’t. That’s why you were now walking side by side with Gemma, your dogs looking behind you every few seconds, keeping an eye on the ‘threat.’

   If you were supposed to say something first, then you had no idea. Your lips were clamped shut, your mind an untuned tv; fuzzy and loud.

You had walked to the end of your block in silence, until Gemma asked, “do you love him?”

   Stunned. You almost choked on your intake of air. It was a miracle that you hadn't tripped over your own feet.

How could you tell her before telling Jax? It felt like a betrayal in a way.

  “Of course, I do.”

The words left your mouth before any other thought could appear.

   The steady crunch of Gemma’s boots on the sidewalk gravel was the only noise for about a minute. Then she said, “you know he had a wife-“

“I know his backstory,” you cut in. Doing your best not to roll your eyes. Was she this far behind? This out of the loop? Should you be insulted or grateful that Jax wasn’t telling his mother about his relationship?

CHIBS.

(You're Not God by Anna Calvi)

The road was long ahead of them, the dirt and rubble kicking up where the wheel’s trekked. There wasn’t a moment for pause, not one second to spare so Chibs could look over his shoulder. Jax was nearly limp in his arms; slumped against him, barely able to keep his balance.

   They hadn’t been gone long, but soon the club would be worried if they didn’t hear anything soon. And Chibs knew Zo, Jax’s Old Lady, would be hanging on, waiting for the phone to ring. Chibs always noticed things like that. Things that the others didn’t.

Men were terrible at keeping in touch with each other, it was the women in their lives that they checked in with. Most men found it overbearing, but really they should be grateful. It made them think, kept them moving and ultimately kept them alive.

   That’s how Chibs felt about the other Old Ladies as well. Especially Tara, who had a lot on her plate, and needed to know if Jax was okay. When he was coming home. It wasn’t the only reason why Chibs would leap in front of a bullet for a brother. Whoever was in this club, was his family. That’s why he would give his life for theirs. Especially when they had more to lose than he.

  No one knew, but he felt like his life wasn’t as important as the others, whose family (or ex-family) was still close to them. The woman he loved and the only daughter he had were on the other side of the world. If he died, it wouldn’t change anything for them.

    And he could be replaced. Easily in the club.

But he’d never say that out loud.

So, like every day, Chibs pushed on, knowing his president’s life depended on him. On his next move.

GEMMA.

(Fight Like Gods by Chelsea Wolfe)

   Gemma was worried to say the least. She hadn’t heard from Jax in a while, and she thought he was over at your place, forgetting his responsibilities.

  The whole ride over to your house, Gemma’s car had been silent except for her constant monologue. (She never used her radio - the presenters were complete morons in her opinion).

   “I’m going to rip her ear’s from her head if he’s there,” her violent promises falling on no ears but her own. Her white-knuckled hands gripped the steering wheel so hard she couldn’t feel them when she pulled up.

   There was a moment where she debated bumping the back of your car, just giving it a little dent. But she was thankful she didn’t when she saw you come out with your dogs.

   Gemma knew Jax wouldn’t be at your place if you were taking your dogs on a walk, especially with a shirt that had a massive stain in it. But she asked you, nonetheless, to see what your face looked like when it was telling the truth.

   Talking over coffee in a café wasn’t really Gemma’s ‘thing,’ she was used to randomly pulling up to people’s houses unannounced. It made it harder for them to turn her away. So, Gemma knew good and well that it was a bit rude to intrude on your dog walk, knowing you wouldn’t – or couldn’t – say no.

   And when she asked if you loved Jax, your face didn’t change; she knew you were telling the truth.

But every so often she could see your face screw up, not knowing that it was the cramps. Well, not until she saw the blood on the back of your pants.

ZO.

(Oui Oui Marie by Chelsea Wolfe - slow + reverb)

 Everything was fine.

Even though you were sweating, your stomach hurt and you felt like your head was going to explode. There was a moment after Gemma said something, that she stopped and grabbed ahold of your arm. Halting you, and your dogs, suddenly, Gemma said it was time to go home.

   Frowning, you gave her an incredulous look, and with nothing for her to give you to cover it up, she thought it was best not to alert you. But damn your stubbornness. You weren’t going to be told what to do.

   “We’re not finished with our walk,” you said, or rather, snapped. Another cramp squeezing your uterus; making your thighs ache and stomach lurch.

“Oh you definitely are,” Gemma said, starting to turn around, expecting you to follow.

    “They aren’t tired yet,” you reasoned, a hand on your hip. Completely unaware that your grey sweatpants were reddening.

  “Just shut up and listen, you’re leaking,” Gemma retorted, the kindness fleeing her instantaneously.

“Well fuck!” You said, trying to turn around and see.

‘Oh’ was all you said as you followed her home.

JAX.

  The Prince of Charming, also known as the Prince of Death, did not receive his latter title because of all the deaths he had endured, but the ones he had ensured.

    This life had promised violence. It had promised death, and he had stayed the course. Even if he tried to leave with Tara and the boys at one point.

  It was death that made him stay in this particular way of life.

And it would be this way of life that caused his death.

  That very thought swirled around Jax’s mind. It was so ironic that he actually found it somewhat humorous. Death and life, life and death. The two always interconnected.

  “Stay with me Jackie boy!” Chibs roared over the rumble of the motorcycle.

The sunset was a reprieve from the jostling of the bike. With each mile gained, less consciousness Jax retained. And he soon found out that not being able to use his core to sit straight, made riding a whole lot less enjoyable.

   All he could think about was the people he loved. His boys, Zo, his mother, and his brothers. What his death would bring. How much grieving there would be; it made him sick to think about it. Or maybe it was the bullet lodged in his side that was making him feel ill.

    A thumping began in his temple, a headache that drained his energy. It must be the adrenaline wearing off, he thought.  

 The bike continued to tear down the road and Jax could feel himself bleeding. He didn’t know if he was bleeding out, or just … casually bleeding.

Not daring to look; in case he fell off the bike and threw Chibs off with him. Jax knew that at this speed, it would end up killing them both. He stayed still. Trying his best to keep his breathing steady and his eyes open.

  And yet, Jax had no idea where Chibs was going or what the Scotsman was doing, only that he trusted him. And that trust was either going to kill him or save him.

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[ilguna]

I was wondering if you would mind writing a spin the bottle with Peeta Mellark and 89? thank you!

☼ maroon (Peeta Mellark) ☼

warnings; swearing, murder, death mention, gore!

wc; 3k

prompt; 89. Vampire/Human AU

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When Annie had initially suggested going out to a cabin during your four day weekend, it was a joke. She was making a jab at Finnick, because she knew that he wouldn’t be able to stand being cold and miserable. God forbid he be uncomfortable for more than ten minutes at a time, muchless four whole days with nine other people.

In your friend group, there were about three people who thought the idea was genius, all for seperate reasons. Peeta had sat up at the idea because he thought that it would be a perfect opportunity to hang out together. It’s usually a pain in the ass to organize this many people to be in the same place at the same time. The group gets split in some way, and you always go out missing a few people because they’re busy. 

Someone could be working, or it’s finally their day off and they just want to relax at home. Maybe they’re out of state, they have homework to do, they have to study for exams, they have other plans. Whatever it may be, it always keeps you from being full capacity. 

Cashmere had this grin on her face when the words left Annie’s mouth, because her mind had gone to a bonfire party. When her brother realized what she was thinking, he was on board too. You guys could buy the alcohol, light a fire, sit around and drink, play some games. The contrast of the fall cold and the warmth of the flame would be perfect this time of the year.

As for Katniss, she admitted that it would be a getaway from Sacred Heart University and the stress that it gives off just from being in the vicinity. It would allow you to disconnect from social media, even if it’s for a few hours. She was most excited about having the forest in your backyard and being able to walk in it.

As for everyone else, it was a mix of the above. Blight was ready to stop studying for once and have a memory he wouldn’t trade anything for. Enobaria wanted to drink and start fights with Johanna and Finnick. When it comes to you, though, it’s more unique than either of those things.

The truth of the matter is that you’ll finally get to hang out with Peeta. He’s one of the people in the group that’s always inconveniently busy when you try to plan anything. You’re beginning to think that it’s on purpose, because you go out of your way to plan it around him, but he always ends up canceling at the end of the day.

And it sucks, because you’ve been trying to get Peeta to notice you for two years. It’s a little impossible to get him interested in you when he doesn’t come around. Ever.

To be fair, it is partially your fault. He’s told you guys several times that he’s not a daytime person. You know that he’s not lying, either, if none of you say anything, then he’ll stay up way into the am without complaining. The second that the sun comes out, he’s gone.

You wish you could be up that late, you’d probably get to know him more, since there’s two other people that are crazy enough to be up that late. It’s Johanna and Finnick, they have bad insomnia, it’s why they’re such great friends. However, you signed yourself up for the early morning classes like a moron, so you can’t mess up the schedule that’s taken you years to perfect.

Well, the plan came true when Peeta volunteered to do the research for the rest of you. He found the nearest secluded campground, read through the rules, and booked the reservation. You sat with him that night, watching him write down numbers and splitting it evenly between the ten of you. 

Two days later, everyone paid their share and Peeta went out shopping to buy food, firewood, and anything extra you’d need over the weekend. Compared to everyone else, he was by far the most excited to be here.

You were a little afraid that it would be cramped in the cabin, but Peeta gave you this ‘really’ look. As if he wouldn’t think that far ahead, and that’s why he was in charge of the entire plan in the first place. Sometimes you worry about him, because he’s trusted with the important stuff. It’s not like he’s ever failed before, but all it takes is one slip and you’ve paid a few hundred to stay in another state’s cabin that you can’t fly to.

The good news is that Peeta has, once again, successfully booked another trip. There was only one time where you all got lost trying to get here, and that’s because Enobaria was leading in the first car. When Finnick took over, you made it without any other complications.

The cabin’s pretty big, considering how small it looks on the outside. There’s a couple rooms, and they’ve mostly been split evenly so everyone can sleep on a bed or a couch. You and Katniss are going to share the bed, while Cashmere and Enobaria sleep on the pullout in the corner to maximize space.

You’re sure by the end of the trip, the claimings on the beds are going to be fucked up and it’s not going to matter. The couples are intending to stick together, like Finnick and Annie. Johanna and Blight have this fling going on, so they’ll be in another room together. Peeta and Gloss said they didn’t care where they slept, so they ended up with the living room couches.

Neither of them complained when they woke up this afternoon, so it’s safe to say that they’re pretty comfortable. 

“God, I hate this game.” Finnick groans, throwing his cards onto the table. 

“It’s uno, it’s not our fault you’re terrible at it.” Johanna says, crossing her arms, “Go on, drink it.”

Finnick bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if it’s worth the fight. You guys have five decks of uno shuffled together for there to be enough cards for all of you to play at the same time. And because it’s not fun playing it the regular way, the rules are chaotic to ensure that winning isn’t easy, and the game keeps going until there’s nine winners and one loser.

And Finnick’s the loser of this round.

He takes in a breath, shaking his head. He takes the half-filled wine glass of pure vodka and closes his eyes, “I hope I puke on you.” With gritted teeth, he starts to suck down the pure alcohol.

Annie laughs, reaching across the table to gather the cards to make them neat, you start to shuffle at the same time Peeta does. It’s going to take a couple of minutes to get the new game all straightened out. That’s why Cashmere excuses herself to the bathroom while Katniss goes to find a bag of chips to pass around the table in the meantime.

Finnick slams the glass down, gasping for air, and then gagging afterward, “Oh shit.”

“Don’t be a baby.” Johanna rolls her eyes.

He points his finger at her, “Don’t.”

You hold half of the shuffled deck out to Annie, and she passes you a different half to mix with yours. You watch as Gloss leans back, stretching his arms behind his head, “I’m tired of uno.”

“What do you want to do, then?” Katniss asks, placing a chip in her mouth. She sets the bag in front of Peeta, who gives her a gentle smile. You bite your tongue.

“I don’t know, we have the whole woods to ourselves. Can’t we do something out there?” He asks.

“You want to get lost in the woods?” Cashmere asks, coming out of the hallway, “I’d ask if you’re stupid, but mom’s already admitting to dropping you on your head.”

Gloss turns, slamming his fist into her stomach. She groans, doubling over and clutching the area. Enobaria lets out a laugh.

“It’s dark out, I wouldn’t.” Annie murmurs.

“Oh, you know what that’s perfect for?” You ask, a few eyes land on you, “Hide and seek.”

Cashmere scoffs, “Okay, now we’ll really have to send out a rescue team.”

“That’s not a bad idea, actually.” Finnick says, “I’m down.”

Gloss sits up, “So am I.”

“You both are going to piss your pants.” Johanna smirks, “I wanna watch.”

“Ew.” Enobaria’s at the other end of the table. In response, Johanna winds up her middle finger, wiggling her eyebrows. Enobaria’s amused.

“Well, if (Y/n) thinks it’s safe enough…” Peeta trails off, making a face, “Then I suppose I’ll go too.”

“You guys are crazy.” Annie shakes her head.

“We could always light the bonfire and sit out there just in case they scream for help.” Blight says.

That has them all sold on the idea. The uno cards are promptly cleaned and stuffed back into their respective boxes. Gloss gets the bonfire going for them, while Blight brings out the coolers of beer and a speaker so that they can play music in the meantime.

You bounce on your toes in the grass, “Oh, this is going to be so good.”

“Who’s going to be it first?” Johanna has her arms crossed over her chest. You don’t think she stands any other way.

“I will.” Peeta volunteers, “The last one found will be it, so you guys better hope you’re last.”

Gloss’ face twists, “I think you have that backwards.”

“Nope.” Peeta’s smile is a little eerie, but you let out a laugh.

“Well, I’ve always been the best hider.” You flip your hair, “You guys are going down.”

“Bet.” Finnick says.

Peeta turns his back to the woods, placing his hands over his eyes while he counts up to sixty. Immediately, the rest of you scramble into the woods, trying to find the best hiding spot. The sound of your feet trampling over the snapping branches are all you can hear, but as soon as you part ways, your heart is pounding in your ears.

You run until you can’t see the bonfire in the trees, crouching and taking deep breaths to calm down. It’s less than a minute later do you feel the urge to pee, realizing that you should’ve gone before you started. You try to stay in one place, but it makes it worse, so you keep moving.

You’re not entirely sure how Peeta’s going to find all four of you out here. He didn’t set any boundaries or anything, so you’re wondering if he’s going to go back to the fire and wait there until you guys realize that he’s not actually searching. If any of you do end up lost, you have your phone’s on you, Katniss made sure to check.

Speaking of her, you wouldn’t be surprised if they were dating. They actually hang out together, just the two of them, more often than you, Finnick and Annie do. And the three of you were born with your hips attached to each other. You’re from the same hometown and everything, they’re the ones that convinced you to go to Sacred Heart in the first place.

You should’ve made your move on him when you had the chance. Peeta needed a partner to ride with up here, and you almost agreed to go with him, but got nervous over the idea of talking to him the entire drive. You guys are a few hours away from Capitol City. If you ride here with him, then you’re obligated to ride back with him. It’d be awkward if he rejected you.

He ended up with Blight, though. Finnick, Annie and Johanna claimed you in their car so that you could jam out to good music without being smothered by everyone else. Cashmere, Gloss and Enobaria have their own relaxed vibe that Katniss decided was good enough for her.

She’s so quiet at times, you’re not entirely sure if Peeta would be into her. She also talks about their mutual friend a lot—you think his name is Gale—and at one point, you genuinely thought that Katniss and Gale were a thing. She always refers to him as a friend when she talks about him, so it shut down your hopes that she’s taken.

At the rate you’re going, you think you’re going to have to give up the idea of you being with Peeta, as much as it sucks.

A branch snaps, you freeze in the crunching leaves, slowly lowering into a crouch. You hold yourself upright with a nearby tree, closing your eyes to listen closely. The shuffling continues in the other direction, and you wait there for a few moments longer before moving on.

If that was Peeta, then he’s got terrible hearing because there’s no way he didn’t hear you stomping through. You doubt that it was one of the other hiders because they would’ve gone rigid as well, right? Regardless, you’re careful to shuffle your feet out here.

It’s darker than you thought it was going to be. You thought that there’d be some moonlight to illuminate the woods, but the trees are so thick and close together that it can’t get through. Hide and seek is scary enough as it is, and when you add darkness and the woods into it, it creates a whole new level of terrifying.

It makes you wonder if Peeta’s going to be able to find anyone. You know for sure that you’d call it by now. You wouldn’t be able to find one person, and he has to find four. You suppose that increases his chances a little.

As you’re dragging your feet through the leaves, your foot gets caught around something hidden in them. You try to catch yourself, but your other foot gets caught on the same root. Your face twists, prepared for your knees to hit the root, so you try to turn your body to land on your butt instead.

Whatever it is that you land on, it’s soft. You scramble to get off of it, taking some of the leaves with you when you do. You pat your pockets, looking for your phone so that you can turn on the flashlight. Once the light is on, you can feel your heart drop into your stomach.

“Oh my god.” You breathe, clutching it against your chest, “Finnick?”

You reach forward, shaking, as you brush more of the leaves off of his body, afraid to confirm what you’re thinking. He’s pale white, as if he saw a ghost. His eyes are frozen open, mouth parted slightly. The leaves are stuck in his bronze hair, which is messy on his forehead. When you shake him, it’s like he’s glued into the ground.

He looks dead.

“Finnick?” You croak.

This has to be a joke, they have to be pulling a prank. If he’s dead then that means…

You’re overthinking it. Finnick told you about his weird talents several times. How he can hold his breath and he doesn’t blink as often as you’re supposed to. You use this information to get to your knees to lean over him. He told you that Annie always ruins his pranks by blowing on his eyes, because he can’t keep them open when they’re dry.

You take in a deep breath, and when you blow it into his face, his expression doesn’t change.

A startled scream leaves your mouth, you slap your hand over it to silence it. You’ve got to get out of here. What if the murderer is in here with you? With Johanna and Gloss and Peeta? What if they’re all dead and you’re the only one left alive? What if the murderer’s watching you right now?

You trip getting back to your feet, swiping your phone as you take off running back toward the bonfire. You want to scream a warning to them, let them know that you’re not alone out here, that it’s the opposite. You’re all going to end up dead like Finnick if you don’t get in a car and leave.

As you get closer to the edge, you can see the glow of the bonfire, hear the laughter of your friends around it, the music they’re playing. You hope that the rest of them are there, that Finnick was the only one taken.

You open your mouth, getting ready to scream your warning, when a figure comes out from behind a tree to your right at the last second. You slam into them, and despite the fact that the force should knock the both of you over, their hands lock around your arms, keeping you in place.

Voice frozen in horror, you look up to see who it is. A flash of relief goes through your body, but it’s a flash for a reason. Peeta’s mouth is smeared with blood, there’s a few drops on his white shirt. The corners of his lips turn upward in a smile, and they keep spreading until he can show off his sharp teeth.

“I found you.” His voice is smooth, not at all panicked. 

It’s the opposite for you. You can’t move, he’s got an iron grip around your upper arms. You wouldn’t be able to escape, even if your body willed it. You can only stand and stare, hoping that you’re not next.

“Annie told me a little fact about you.” He lets go of your arm to tilt your head upward, forcing you to look into his eyes, “That you’re in love with me?”

You can feel the tears well into your eyes.

“It’s okay.” Peeta’s voice is gentle as he brushes your cheek with the back of his finger, “That’s why I saved you for last, so you can be it too.” He smiles, “And then we’ll be together forever.”

He tilts your head to the side, opening up your neck. You can feel the pressure build in your chest, the urge to scream. You don’t know what the fuck is happening. This has got to be a big prank against you. It has to be.

“This’ll only be a pinch.” He tells you, lips on your neck.

Peeta’s razor sharp teeth sink into your skin, sending a blinding pain through your body.

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[sassyfrassboss]

If the prenup says Meghan gets $15m in the event of a divorce but Harry is broke and can’t pay her $15m. How does that work? Does he have to pay in installments? Or is the debt cancelled out?

If court is satisfied with proof that Harold doesn't have $15M nor can he pay it, then yes, debt cancelled. 

It's been proven in court repeatedly that family wealth is external and protected in a divorcing. Eg Tessa of Luxemborg tried to argue in court that the Luxemborg royal family is super wealthy and therefore she and the kids should be paid serious money ( $200M) based on ex-husband Prince's Louis's royal family wealth.

The court threw out her case and made clear that his family wealth had nought to do with the Prince even though his married life had been funded and lavishly gilded by that same family wealth.

The Luxemborg royals had the same deal as BRF where members have all the perks and money as long as they remained part of the family. A divorce meant cutting off Tessa. 

In the end she got between £3K - £6K per child per month + education trusts, no house or alimony. 

Similar deal with Fergie and Diana where divorce settlement was predicated on personal wealth of their husbands and not the royal family wealth or trusts.

Fergie got penuts compared to Diana because Andrew's personal wealth was nought. The Queen adored Fergie and Andrew being favourite son meant that exception was made for Bea and E as far as the trusts created for them due to the divorce plus education and day to day living costs ( all this was made public knowledge at the time). I'll also add that Fergie and Andrew didn't want to divorce, but her series of public embarrassments culminating in the public revelation of her 2 affairs ( Steve Wyatt - horse riding photos with Bea therein AND Financial advisor - toe sucking with Bea and E in the pictures) was a red line for the family and their divorce was ordered. No mediation or couples therapy. Andrew begged The Queen to rescind the order, but this is one of the few times she stood her ground and insisted upon the divorce. BUT the way it was handled was very amicable. Fergie kept *her HRH, she briefly moved out, but then moved back in, she continued to attend private royal family affairs including Sandrigham  christmas, but kept out of sight etc. 

*Fergie's HRH was not part of the divorce agreement and for afew months afterwards she was HRH Sarah, duchess of York, BUT Diana voluntarily gave up her own HRH as part of her divorce negotiations because she wanted to cut ALL ties with the royal family. Afew weeks later she was hit with the reality of the lost status of not being HRH and ran to the media to ran a campaign about those mean royals taking her HRH title away and even invoked William in her media games. She hoped the media would bully The Queen into giving it back. Instead, The Queen amended the LP to add that anyone divorcing an HRH automatically lost their own which unfortunately took Fergie's post-divorce HRH too. 

Diana got a better divorce settlement because Charles was personally wealthy unlike his siblings. While he couldn't touch the duchy of Cornwall assets to fund the divorce, he'd built up personal wealth separate from the duchy and that is what he gave Diana in the divorce. He had to borrow cash from The Queen to do it, but he didn't touch duchy assets.

Haya of Dubai was divorcing a man so extremely wealthy that he makes the royals look like paupers in comparison. And the Judge didn't allow her serious money in consideration of his wealth. Frankly, i thought she got very little. 9/10th of her settlement was restricted to security matters as the judge recognised that her Ex is a clear and present danger and she'll need that level of security for rest of her life. Take that sum out of the equation and she barely cleared £50M for herself. 

All this to say that Meghan hoping for royal family settlement on her should she divorce Harry is delusional. 

She'll get a settlement based upon his private wealth and not a penny more. And if it turns out that she has more than him, she'll end up paying him - happens all the time in California divorces eg Halle Berry.

Meghan also has several negatives that mean family won't play gall eg her direct attacks on them, her personality, the bullying report etc 

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Thank you so much for this!

I wi say the Tessy thing never really set well with me. I mean I dislike her immensely but she was trying to get some money and I think her ex was like “yeah but I’m worth less than poverty wages…” which you know damn well he just didn’t want to pay out…

I am super curious why his engagement with the lawyer didn’t work out?

Oh and Halle’s divorce!? Man her true colors have come out over the years huh?

#submission

[wandasmistress]

This Love is Lethal

Synopsis- Wanda was your first love and you were hers. No matter how much you and Wanda repeatedly hurt each other it would kill you both if you separated.

Pairings- Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings- Angst, like lots of it...

Word Count- 3k

A/N- I was feeling very angsty today, so I wanted to write this. You already know I had to hit you guys with more hardcore angst, so, sorry no sorry🤷🏽‍♀️

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You were at the club again, something you found to be doing a lot lately. It made the pain that permanently resided in your chest ease, only a little. But you knew later it would increase it by tenfold from the guilt that overcame you. You were dancing wildly, hair moving in all different types of directions as you let the music take you. The slight buzz you felt from the alcohol made you forget about almost everything.

Just then you felt a body push up against you from the front and when you opened your eyes you saw a dark-haired woman staring seductively right back at you. Your heart twisted knowing that it wasn't her. But lately, you adapted to ignoring the constant nagging of your heart and trying to live in the moment even if you felt lifeless. 

Your hands thoughtlessly moved to her waist, reeling her in closer to your body. You smelled her strong scent that made you want to hurl like she hadn't bathed for weeks. But you didn't want to leave just yet, you didn't want to go home and face her again. So you numbly swayed together in the middle of a crowded filled with packed bodies. 

She trailed kisses up your neck and you wanted to shove her away as hard as you could, tell her that you belonged to somebody, you really wanted to. But that somebody always showed conflicted feelings but you were also to blame because you never took the time to confront her about your crumbling devotion to one another.

You gripped her waist tighter trying to expel the thoughts of your tragic romance with the only person you've ever only truly loved. The dark-haired woman come close to your neck and then sunk her teeth deep into your pulse pointing as she started sucking vapidly. The action not giving you your usual euphoric pleasure, and your mind rolled back to the brunette. You pushed her into you more to see if she could do a better job and go deeper. Deep down you wanted her to bite so and puncture your pulse point so maybe the suffering could finally stop.

She moved her lips across your neck as she scattered hickeys all around, it was like she was on a mission. destine to claim what's hers. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as a sudden pang of irritation, and a wave of guilt crashes over you. You shoved her back lightly, not wanting to cause a scene from your vivid agitation.

A pout came to her face as she slowly sauntered back to you, her hands rubbing up the front of your chest lazily. Your heart started to beat ten times faster, why wouldn't she leave you alone? You took a step back while keeping eye contact with her, but she kept on following you. This interaction was starting to make you uncomfortable, your skin crawling with penitence. You bumped into someone accidentally, turning around to quickly apologize. By the time you turned back, you were yet again facing the dark-haired woman.

This time she wasn't lenient with her actions, she was coarse. She gripped onto your forearms and dived headfirst into your face, connecting your lips nonconsensually, your face scrunched into anguish. It was enough, you've had enough tonight. Most of your nights at the club always ended with a woman coming on to you strongly but you never reciprocated their feelings, only acted as their ragdoll for their messy kisses. You were sick and tired of feeling this way or having to go out every night to numb the pain only if it was for a few minutes that lasted quickly.

You promptly removed yourself from her grip, causing her to stumble slightly in her heels but you paid no mind as you turned towards the club's exit with a despondent look on your face. There was loud murmuring coming from the spot you had just left, no doubt the woman making a scene from the rejection. You hung your head in shame as you pushed passed the doors of the club, your feet landing in a puddle occupying the sidewalk. Shivering faintly as you were met with a frigid gust of wind. Stuffing your hands in your pockets while squinting your eyes from the harsh wind as you headed in the direction of home.

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Once you got home all you could do was sit there in the silence, you knew where she was like she knew where you were. You took a seat on the couch, head in your hands as you tried to recollect yourself, you were on the brink of a breakdown and you could feel the hold about to snap.

You started moving slowly back and forth, thoughts running wild in your head. Your nails started to claw at your scalp from the build-up of anxiety leaking out of you right now. Your face contorted into disgust at the thought of your actions, then seconds later into anger at the thought of her actions, you were both to blame really. Having poor communication skills and not sitting down to talk to one another about your failing relationship was causing a split in both your mental health.

It felt as if you sank into the couch, permanently stuck in one position staring at the wall wide-eyed. Being alone in your thoughts for too long wasn't somewhere you wanted to be but you couldn't help it. All past and present emotions were whirling rapidly until an abrupt vibration beneath you knocked you back into reality.

With slightly trembling hands you shifted on the couch so you could get your phone that was tucked away deep in your back pocket. When you pulled your phone in front of your face while craning your head downwards, a lone tear slid down your cheek and onto the glowing screen. You thought you stopped crying a long time ago because you felt so benumb. The call vibration coming from your phone takes your attention yet again. You could see that it was Natasha calling you, your eyebrows raised in confusion because she texted you earlier about how she would be busy all night and also because you didn't know how your voice would sound after what felt like hours of weeping.

You continued staring blankly at the screen through your clouded vision, Natasha sending multiple texts while calling saying to answer your phone and that she needs to tell you something. The next second a picture was sent but you couldn’t see it because her call was still displayed on the screen. You gave up and answered the call, lifting your phone to your ear as you were met with a loud booming of music and mixed cheers on the other end.

“Nat?” You said tentatively, your leg started bouncing from the anxiety of why she was calling from a club of all places.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I don’t want to have to do this, I really am. You have to understand how hard this is for me to tell you-” She rushes out. Her voice was quiet but loud enough for you to hear, her tone slightly quivering.

She continued to ramble without getting to the point and that pissed you off significantly, aggravation starting to bubble up inside of you. That wasn't the only thing that was growing inside of you, you could feel something in the pit of your stomach that tingled your present heartache. like you knew what she was gonna say.

“Nat, just tell me.” You demanded in a still voice.

The talking on the other side of the phone immediately stopped at your words, the next words she uttered made your blood run cold.

“Wanda’s here.” Your fingers closed in on themselves creating a fist. “She dancing w- with a woman w-who has her hands on her waist. They're pressed up against each other so tight. I-I’m sorry, Y/n.” She spoke with pity. 

You could tell that her telling you this was breaking her heart, she is your best friend who has been there for you since day one, through thick and thin. And you knew it was killing her to be the one to have to tell you and witness Wanda being unfaithful towards you. You felt like she could almost feel the heartbreak you were feeling.

But what she didn't know is that you already knew. You knew where she was headed each time she stepped out of your shared apartment in a dress. You sat on the couch watching idly as she bent over in her skin-tight black latex dress that stopped way above her knees while putting on her black velvet ankle strap heels that you bought her years ago. 

The routine was so ingrained in your head that you could tell just by the specific type of perfume she wore sometimes if she was going out to see someone. It was the same perfume she had when you first met her, the perfume that lures in anyone in a ten-mile radius. 

You also knew that she knows what you were doing when you told her about working overtime for the fifth time in a week or getting “caught” up in the office late at night. She always knew when you were lying and going out, she didn't have to see you put on any specific clothing or wear a fragrance. She could hear it in your voice, the way you spoke quietly and seemed to have planned out what you were saying, speaking almost too perfectly like you've been practicing to tell her for years. And you knew she knew each time because there would be a long silence on the other end of the phone and then a small sigh. She pretended as if she knew nothing, wishing you farewell with faux sincerity. 

All Natasha heard on the phone was silence, she called out to you meekly. You were dragged out of your thoughts once again and rage overfilled you. You didn't respond to her, ending the call quickly to prevent her from hearing the outburst that was coming. While exiting the call you swiped up and were met with Natasha’s [revious texts you forgot to check. And at the bottom was a blurry picture of a club setting, it didn't take long for you to identify Wanda. The way the woman held onto her was so crystal clear and now rooted into your mind. A shallow breath escaped your lungs as your heart tore a hundred times more.

It's not like you were a saint, you were also in the wrong from your own infidelity. But hearing about your spouse cheating was way different than seeing it firsthand or through a video or picture. You snapped and chucked your phone across the living room, yelling out in vain. You fell down back to the couch clutching your face, you wanted it all to be over so badly.

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You hadn't realized you were staring off into the distance yet again for a long period of time until you heard keys jingle in the front door lock. You were looking at the blank black television screen that somehow captured the mental state you were in, dissociated, gazing at the screen unfeelingly. You didn't dare look at her when she walked in and shut the door softly. Her heels clicked on the wood floor, breaking the quiet.

Wanda saw you sitting eerily still on the couch, looking ahead of you with wide eyes as if you saw a ghost. But what she didn't know was that you saw the photo of her at the club. Wanda didn't know that Natasha was also at the same club as her, it was too packed for her to check if she recognized anyone there. Even if she didn't know why you were so upset it was like she could feel it, feel the way your mixed emotions of anger and sadness broke out.

Her eyes remained trained on your motionless form while bending down swiftly because this has become second nature for her, taking off the heels that strained her feet and kicking them towards the overflowing shoe rack. She proceeded to place her handbag down on the dusty floor near the door, not caring about it.

She strolled over to the couch slowly, her hands intertwined together in front of her as she bit her bottom lip in anxiousness, she wasn’t ready to confront you about this issue. It's not like she ever was and neither were you. Being each other's first love could be the best thing and worst thing, it was like a blessing and curse. She is your first love, the first time you’ve ever opened up your heart fully to someone potently, and having them reciprocate those feelings just as strong. You have spent so much time with her reveling in the moments where everything was great, you were always touching and showing the immense love you had for each other. The good times had made up for the bad times that were starting to outweigh the good, but surely it was fine, right?

It's not like you could leave her, and her leave you. The deep connection you each had for one another was still sturdy, but slowly fraying. There was still too much love, too much history between you both to break apart and go separate ways when all you’ve both known as each other. There was still time for you two to fix this divide but communication wasn't your guy's strong suit. You two worked out arguments and problems with make-up sex which was way more frequent than a reputable discussion. But both of your actions were strengthening the detrimental fray in your relationship.

She was going to say something, anything, but she didn't want to risk you snapping at her. She didn't like seeing you angry or hurt but those feelings were overtaking your demeanor day by day and she could see the way it was eating you from the inside out. So she opted to take a seat beside you, slowly coming down to sit on the couch as the silence remained in the still air.

She was too nervous to do anything or say anything and you were too exhausted and angry to do anything. You both knew you couldn't yell at the other since you were both responsible and disloyal to one another so you kept quiet in order to keep the breaking peace between yourselves.

Wanda couldn't handle the deafening silence eating her up though, so she decided to turn her head over and look at you to see if she could spark a reaction. Anything from you would make her feel better no matter if it was you yelling at her or dismissing her, anything but the quietness.

Her breath hitched when she saw all the various hickeys planted across your neck, her shaky hand coming up to her mouth as she let out a quiet gasp. Pain struck her deeply in the heart, knowing that you let someone else mark what was hers, how you only ever allowed her to mark you like that, and never anyone else. Her heart beated rapidly as she turned back facing forward. Single tears started to pour from her eyes as she thought about it deeper, she couldn't keep living like this but she needed you, she wouldn't be able to live if she lost you.

Wanda's choked sobs caused you to turn your head, and the sight shattered your heart even more if that was possible. The way her black mascara ran down her pale cheeks, her trembling hand grasping at her mouth as her body shook with sobs she failed to contain. You hated yourself for the pain that you were causing her, but you hated the pain she gave you.

She could feel your eyes on her and when she looked up to see your beat red eyes she shook her head. Seeing you look so detached and woeful made her want to rip her hair out from the root because of the way she made you feel and also slap you for the way you were the main cause of her daily distress.

She wasn't thinking as she closed the gap between your bodies and collided with your listless body. You weren't expecting Wanda to hug you but you didn't back out, having her touch you just like this still felt like pure heaven, so maybe you could still fix this, right?

Your hands slowly came up and you returned the hug, tightening your arms around her body. Her head rested in the crook of your neck as you leaned your head on top of hers. Her all too familiar scent brings a sense of nostalgia to your restless mind. And for the first time in a while, you felt at peace, just by having her here with you. No matter the pain you caused or she did, you were grateful to be with her right now. You knew deep down that no matter how poisonous you both have become to each other you deeply needed one another.

She shifted in your hold, coming closer to you as you held her tightly ensuring her of your presence. You leaned back on the couch to relax more, her body falling with you. Another tear escaped from her eye at how she longed and missed feeling this way. And just for a few moments, everything went away, serenity washing over her like a cool wave. The silence wasn't so bad now.

Somewhere along the way as you cradled her deeper into the night without saying one word you both fell into a tranquil sleep that felt so foreign. Most nights were restless because of the tension but tonight was different, there was hope that maybe this could be the start of healing that was imperative.

But what you thought was the beginning of recovery was the exact opposite. Wanda was like an addictive drug you couldn't escape even if you tried, and you were like a bad habit for Wanda that she couldn't ever seem to break. You were both killing each other slowly, but if that meant you would die together then you both have already accepted your virulent fate.

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[the-winter-spider]

My Forever, Pt.1 | S.Harrington 

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Angst, lots of it. Mentions of thought of su!cide

A/N: Ive never written for Steve before, so this shall be interesting!Not proof read or edited, not sure where this is gonna go but I may follow some of the story line or make it up along the way, but I will not be following the script word for word!

“We were always meant for each other. You said I’m your moon, but you, your my sun and we make the perfect sunset”

The bond you had with each of the kids, with Robin, with Steve. Was something if someone told you back in late 83’ you would have never believed you would have ben hanging out with a bunch of kids willingly without getting paid. But now they were everything to you and they were also no longer children, they were in high school with you. 

You drifted from everyone, it was your fault. They tried, they did but how long could they try after so many attempts of friendships that were one-sided? You didn't blame them one bit.

A love that was left behind 

Steve, he was your whole galaxy, he lit up your sky in the darkest of times but you got sucked into a black hole and no light could be seen from where you were. 

You don't even remember the last time you saw those honey brown eyes, that smile that lit up your whole world once. 

He would always drop Robin off in the morning. You always tried to get there after making you late but after your grades slipped drastically you just didn't care anymore you showed up to be somewhere you didn't have to worry about thoughts that urged to just jump off a cliff or to let yourself sink to the bottom of lovers lake letting the air leave your lungs never to return. 

Today though, they were late arriving at the same time as you, you could feel his gaze on you, hushed whispers coming from Steve and Robin, no doubt in your mind about you.

About how pathetic you looked, your hair was dull, your shirt hung off your shoulders more than it did before, your skin not as vibrant as it once was even with the unbarring sun, spring brought to Hawkins. 

“Y/n!”

fuck, you sped up a little bit

“I know you can hear me”

You sighed, stopping and not bothering to turn around because you knew he was still lingering there waiting to see just a glimpse of you. 

Robin stopped directly beside you, a soft smile rose on her freckled-covered cheeks “It's been a while” 

You nodded as you continued walking, her step matching yours “Has it?”

“Over a year” Her voice waiver slightly “Were uh, worried about you”

You stopped turning to face her, her ocean blue eyes swirled with worry, love and something else you couldn’t quite place, pity you thought, mustering up the most convincing smile you could “I'm fine, I p-promise” 

She nodded as the final bell rang, taking your hands in hers “Y’know, we're here for you. We’ll always be here, we're on your side. Okay?”

“Okay” 

You stood there as she dashed off leaving you standing there your eyes moved over to the burgundy car still in the parking lot. Your eyes found those warm brown ones for the first time in a year, he gave you a small, friendly wave testing the waters. Something in you switched as you shook your head, bee-lining it from the school towards the forest. 

“She just ran?” 

“She looked at me, I think she was crying and she just took off!” His hands flew to his face

“You didn't think to like I don't know, chase after her?”

“I did, but she was just gone or hiding. I don't know. I went by her house”

Robin paused, putting away movies, turning to face Steve “And?”

“Robs, she doesn’t live there anymore”

Her mouth gaped “What do you mean she doesn’t?”

“Some new family lives there, they said they bought Y/L/N house just after New Year, said something about a transfer to freaking Europe” Steve flung his hands up 

“Where is y/n staying then? Why didn't she go with them? Who just leaves their kid behind!” 

Steve sighed his head resting in his hands on the counter “I don't know” He paused letting a heavy breath out “I should have tried harder, I stopped trying”

“Steve” Robin took a step forward placing her hand on his shoulder “She pushed us all away, we did try”

“I love her, I shoulda fought harder”

“Y/n no!” Steve shouted as you raced towards Billy and Eleven, breaking free from his grasp as Robin held him back. 

You tackled Billy, giving Mike the chance to pull Eleven out of harm's way. 

Billy’s eyes darken “I always knew you were feisty, can't wait for you to join us”

He grabbed your neck slamming you into the ground, where mere seconds ago Eleven laid “Billy, p-please. You have to fight for Max. Don't leave her as your mom left you”

You could see an internal battle in his eyes, his grip around your neck loosened the black dots clouding your vision fading, and you could still hear Steve screaming your name. 

“Max” Billy whispered 

“She needs her big brother”

“Y/n?”

You nodded tears rolling down the sides of your face, he let go standing up and turning to face the gooey black creature. You just laid there your eyes wide, frozen in shock as you watched, Seconds felt like minutes and minutes like hours, everything happened so fast. 

You watched, that's all you did was watch as Billy sacrificed himself. You watched that thing stab a hole directly through his chest, you watched him drop to the ground. You watched Max run for Billy, you watched Mike run for Eleven. Just as you watched Steve run for you. 

He gripped your face, his mouth was moving so slow, panicking in his eyes 

“We have to go! We have to go now!” Robin screamed 

Steve didn't hesitate as he picked you up carrying you out of the mall.

You were sitting on the bench in the woods just past your school. You could hear leaves crunching as someone was walking from behind you. 

Chrissy.

You kept your gaze on her back as she walked past you in a daze staring at the tree. She looked frightened, terrified. You got up to walk towards her, trying to get a better view of what she was looking at when suddenly she looked at you “D-did you see that?”

“See what?”

She looked back at the tree shell shocked “Nothing” 

“Are you okay?” Your voice soft 

She gave you a small nod, her eyes telling otherwise as they darted around making her way to the bench “I should be asking you that”

“W-what?” You took your place across from her

Her eyes were kind, with no malicious intent behind what she was saying what so ever “You’re just different” She paused taking a look around “When my cousin Sarah moved her over the summer she was so excited to meet you” She gave you a half smile, you nodded for her to continue “The girls and I always talked about you, I guess you could say we talked you up. Told her you were the best cheer captain Hawkins ever had. Your typical ‘All American girl’” she laughed using air quotes “So kind, so pretty, not a mean bone in her body, except for all those times you put ‘King Steve’ in his place, still in the kindest way bring him back down to earth but.… when the school year started up, you weren’t any of that”

Your eyes left hers, not meeting her gaze as you stared at the tree behind her, ashamed. 

“You were just this shell of who you once were. My best friend is gone and I have no idea what happened, it's like you’re not there anymore and when you quit cheer y/n..”

“I know”

“Why?”

You knew you could never tell her anything you knew, could never tell her anything that happened and even if you did, Chrissy isn't who you confide in anymore and she hasn't been that person since before last summer. And the people who you could talk to this about you just wouldn't and you wouldn't burden them anymore, because you were all carrying baggage. You wiped your tear away “I don't know”

She lightly scoffed under her breath, she was getting frustrated “Your house” 

You knew you owed her some sort of explanation as to why you pushed her away, completely abandoning her, leaving her in the dark. 

“I know”

She reached toward you “Talk to me please”

You shot up, pulling your hand away at the sound of a very loud individual stomping toward the two of you. 

Eddie

“Well well well, what do we have here” His eyes went between Chrissy and you “Cheer captain and ex cheer captain, there isn't going to be some sort of cheer off right?” His grin took up his whole face as he slammed his container on the table making Chrissy jump “Uh sorry, you okay?”

She nodded looking back at you “Y/n” 

You looked between her and Eddie, your eyes widened at the realization of why she was here and why he was here “Oh”

“Will You be at the game tonight?” 

You met her eyes, her face pleading with you to come, you shrugged your shoulders “I don't know” you quickly grabbed your bag tossing it over your shoulders “Ill uh, see you around”

“Y/n wait” Eddie stepped towards you grabbing your arm

His impenetrable brown eyes see right through yours “I'll see you later yeah?”

You nodded smiling at him “Yeah Eds I’ll meet you at our spot”

He nodded giving you his most famous smile, before you turned to exit the woods, you could vaguely hear the start of their conversation 

“You know her?” Chrissy's voice quiet 

You could see Eddie shrugging in your mind “Of course she's my neighbour”

You weren’t ready to go home and succumb to the quiet, claustrophobic, eeriness of your trailer quite yet. You weren't ready to go home and watch Billy die again and again. To watch Steve get beat to a pulp. To watch hurt wash over his face each time you pushed him away. 

To close your eyes and try to fall into what is supposed to be a peaceful bliss that is sleep, only to see your friends getting murdered over and over. 

You walked and walked till you knew if you started to head home now you’d get there just in time for Eddie to be home. 

You lost your friends, your family, your Steve. But Eddie became a circumpolar star in your galaxy. He was always there, always shining so bright despite everything, he was someone you tried to push away but he was so persistent you just let him be, deciding to give yourself one blissful moment each day, something you knew you didn’t deserve after Billy but how could you say no when he was always right there, and like literally right there his trailer was directly in front of yours. 

The friendship blossomed when he would find you almost every night on the picnic bench. A place you would sit from the moment you got home till the sky was glazed with constellations just to get a glimpse of Max, to make sure she got home safe.

 She never once looked your way to even acknowledge you, her head always elsewhere her ears covered in her headphones, she no doubt blamed you for Billy at least partially, if it wasn't for you trying to get through to him and succeeding he wouldn’t have broken through the grasp of the mind flayer and he wouldn’t have tried to save you all, he wouldn’t have sacrificed himself, he wouldn’t have died and if you didn't just lay there and watch you could have pushed him out of the way so it could have been you, it should have been you. 

But that's how Eddie always found you and he had such a kind heart, a soft spot for as he put it lost souls and he could tell that you weren't a lost soul but in his words, a “Crushed, shattered, broken one” and he wasn't wrong but he wasn't right because it didn't even feel like you had one.

 But like clockwork every single night since you moved to the park he would pull up in his van, and go inside for all of 10 minutes before he was sitting across from you with 2 perfectly rolled joints that you would share. You would barely get a word in most of the time but you never wanted to, listening to him ramble on about his band, to hear about Mike, Dustin and Lucas were enough for you it became your best distraction. 

But it was different in the last 2 weeks, something between the two of you shifted and not in a romantic way but in a protective way. Your nightmares had gotten more intense, they were so real. And one night instead of Billy it was Steve, your Steve and you were shaken awake from a shirtless Eddie beside you shaking your shoulders, his eyes circling with concern. And that wouldn’t be the last time he would have to do that either. It seemed to be a routine, you don't know what triggered your nightmares to be more intense than they ever were but it started to drain you, and you were starting to think of doing the unthinkable. 

You were so tired, you felt like your mind was coated in cement and each time it dried more was dumped on. You were drowning and the air was so thick it was hard to breathe. 

Your body was giving up on you and you were too. 

You were almost home, walking along the side of the road. You could hear cheering, car horns honking as a group of cars whizzed past you with jocks no doubt, chanting “Sinclair Sinclair” 

You smiled to yourself mumbling out loud “Good for you Lucas” 

Making your way up your creaky steps you got inside, sighing tossing your bag on the ground. Finding yourself twisting open the bottle of Vodka “Go tigers” you mumbled taking a swig and then another, placing the bottle down when you heard Eddie's van pull up. You walked to the door about to open it when you heard Eddie speaking to someone and a very familiar voice responded back

“No way” You laughed, shaking your head “Go, Eddie”

You bent down putting on your brand new Smiths record deciding to sit and wallow in your loneliness while your new best friend and your old best friend found something in each other. 

'Cause, tonight is just like any other night, That's why you're on your own tonight. With your triumphs and your charms, while they're in each other's arms

You plopped down on your creeky, itchy, dusty couch. No doubt in your mind it was worse than the one in the Wheeler's basement. Opening the box that was on your coffee table, in the centre a perfectly rolled joint in a baggy with sharpie written on it “For emergencies only - E��� 

Opening the baggy you put it between your lips, digging around for a lighter when your hands grazed over a polaroid. You could feel your heart picking up in beats, blood flowing to your ears, you shakily picked it up and staring back at you were Robin's blue eyes hidden partially from her squinting from the flash still showing off her perfectly imperfect smile, her hand behind you giving you bunny ears. Your head thrown back laughing, your arm around her shoulder, you gazed lifted to Steve, your other arm wrapped around him. Steve’s arm was extended holding the camera out. You never noticed before but he wasn't even looking at the camera, Steve’s soft brown eyes were staring at you. 

You swallowed thickly, the joint still between your lips as you flipped to the next polaroid. This time it was just Steve and you, his arm was wrapped tightly around you as you hugged his torso. You smiled up at him as he gazed lovingly down at you, written below the picture in Steve’s writing said ‘My forever’ 

A tear rolled down your cheek as you dropped the pictures to the coffee table, grabbing the lighter. Finally lighting up your escape for an hour. You inhaled deeply before you heard a blood-curdling scream, you shot up, the joint falling from your lips, your coffee table getting shoved aggressively out of the way of the pictures falling on the ground, and you rushed to your door ripping it open just in time to see Eddie peeling it out of the trailer park, alone. 

Your hand was shaking as you pushed open your screen door, slowly walking down your steps to Eddie's trailer. 

You gulped, you knocked just in case before you pushed the door open, it wasn't latched. You knew he left in a hurry but you couldn’t shake this feeling, as chills ran up your body. The door squeaked open. 

Your hands went to your mouth, what you saw was something you’d never be able to fully comprehend or even describe. It was something you’ve never seen before and that was saying. You stood there frozen again. You didn't know what to do, what to think. You knew Eddie couldn’t have done this and as soon as your mind wandered to the possibilities of something else doing this you shuddered. 

Stumbling out of the trailer, your eyes did not leave Chrissy’s body till the wind slammed the door shut. 

You spun around so fast you almost fell over, you were trying to get as much air in as possible. Suddenly your clothes felt too tight and only minutes ago they were practically falling off. You could feel the wind picking up, your trailer door slamming open and shut with the wind, the swing set was creaking and there was ticking. 

You spun in circles not sure what needed to stop first, you felt overstimulated, you brought your hands to your ears squeezing them as tightly as possible trying to block it out. 

Ding, dong, ding, dong

Your eyes frantically looked around, trying to find where it was coming from but instead, your eyes met Max’s for the first time in over a year, her eyebrows were furrowed you could see her lips move. You were once again a deer in the headlights in front of Max

She was walking towards you “Y/n?”

Your lips parted to tell her to stop, to get back inside and that you were sorry but you froze when you heard a sinister voice whispering in your ear.

“y/n….”

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[rosegadyn]

Any thoughts on the Bayonetta situation? Have you seen the updates about her being a TERF and lying about how much she was actually getting paid? It was apparently $3k to $4k per session, over 5 sessions.

I am SUPER late to answering this one(OOPS) and so a whole lot more information has come to light that has more or less confirmed that Hellena Taylor is a dirtbag in and out. This isn't exactly news, but it is a fucking shame to see her doing it so publicly, so thoughtlessly and so selfishly. Hellena Taylor was just a continuation of another extremely high profile thing sidelining an established actor to get a bigger name that happened nearly concurrently: The Mario Movie, and the benching of Charles Martinet(who is relegated to a goddarned cameo) in favor of an extremely uninspired Chris Pratt, who is also a dirtbag. The advent of Critical Role in the last 5~ years has really put voice actors into some sort of spotlight on the internet and built up a lot of goodwill, and now there are discussions around them and about them with a lot more eyes on the reality of the job and the industries that employ them. The discussion that she started is one that voice actors and people who are interested/invested in/want to be/special interest about voice actors(🙋‍♀️) have been having for a VERY long time, which is that voice actors are deeply underappreciated by the industry and they are underpaid so much it would be comical if it wasn't disgusting. It is not the same thing in this case, as Hellena Taylor was more or less just letting her pupils be replaced by dollar signs and throwing a fit when it didn’t work out, and Jennifer Hale is a beloved veteran/legend of the industry that has worked *hard* to get her colleagues the attention and the pay that they deserve. As she said in her own response to everything: Her reputation speaks for itself. So going back to Critical Role, if you've been paying attention, you might have noticed that many of the people on that show are doing less work in the voiceover space. Critical Role has become their new job, even for the EXTREMELY successful ones such as Laura Bailey and Travis Willingham, because even with the sheer volume of work they can get as actors, it is *nothing* compared to what they get from being part of a successful twitch channel even when split as many ways as it is. So, my thoughts are: Hellena Taylor sucks, Kamiya's response to the whole thing made him look like a cartoon supervillain and made it WAY worse, but it's a discussion that is worth having and worth thinking about, and I hope to goodness that her nonsense doesn't sink the ship that other better actors have been trying to build for a long time.

[rimi-shortaus]

Tags : actors taekook, heavy angst, happy ending, drabble, hyungsik, Exes to lovers (?).

Status : 3k+ words, complete

“You two have great chemistry! This scene will just be perfect! I know it!!” The director says excitedly.

“Y-yeah” Tae says, feeling uncomfortable.

Jungkook clears his throat “Yeah, we do”

But not enough to make you stay

Jungkook sits silently on his chair, the make up artist busy putting make up on him to make him look nothing less than a drunk, sleep deprived pirate.

The actor guesses it wouldn't be much of a problem considering he's already a mess.

Jungkook closes his eyes as he leans back back.

The artist wouldn't say a thing over the fact that he's moving too much, she's paid for her job.

Plus, Jungkook is a big actor, no one questions him shit. They wouldn't. Couldn't.

A part of him is regretting signing this film.

A part of him regrets signing up for this torture.

Honestly, the moment he came to know who the cast was, he wanted to back off.

Call off, tell the directors and producers he can't do this movie.

But he couldn't.

He couldn't cause he's a coward, because he's a desperate bitch.

He could surely shut off the advances of his manager who convinced him by saying how much this movie would boost his image.

He knows he has the upper hand, he's the boss but he didn't.

He didn't.

He let himself act like his manager had the upper hand and he couldn't refuse her.

Jungkook has been an actor all his life, it has always come easy.

pretending has always come easy.

So he pretended like he couldn't refuse this movie.

Just for a glimpse of him.

Him....

The same him who's giggles fill the set, the same set of giggles Jungkook has heard every morning close to his ears.

Well, not anymore

All just for him.

Him.

Taehyung.

The love of his life

His ex

Jungkook risked a glance at him.

Taehyung looks just as gorgeous as he always had, his pretty fluffy hair, face glowing like he's a God.

Maybe he is, who knows.

He looks like a brand new doll.

I saw you looking brand new over night~

Jungkook sucks in a breath, he's gorgeous. Just as he always had.

His heart cracks when taehyung laughs prettily at something hyungsik said.

Tae’s eyes twinkle, face Scrunching up in adoration.

The same adoration he once used to show Jungkook.

His eyes widened when Taehyung glanced at him. The actor immediately looks away... Pretending as if he wasn't just ogling at his ex because he's just that pathetic.

Jungkook promised himself to not look at him again.

But he knew that it was nothing but a lie

Jungkook glanced at him. Multiple times.

He stared for so long, he's sure it was painfully obvious.

But taehyung didn't looked at him, for not even once.

I caught you looking too, but you didn't looked twice~

He busied himself by talking to hyungsik.

Hyungsik.

Rumors and media say he's Taehyung’s boyfriend.

And judging by just how happy he looks with him, Jungkook guesses maybe the rumors aren't just a rumor.

You look happy, ohh, mmm, you look happy~

Jungkook is pulled out of his pitiful thoughts when the director calls him.

Him and Taehyung for their scene.

It's a painful scene, the scene is of Jungkook and Taehyung in a airport, moving back and forth to meet each other.

The scene is a passing one, Jungkook is sure it's screenplay time wouldn't be of 30 seconds.

But it's essential,

Essential to show the struggle of long distance relationship he and taehae, taehyung’s character faced.

To show why their relationship broke.

Their characters, he amends in his head but it's honestly the same thing.

After all, their relationship broke for the same reason.

Long distance relationship in a way. Jungkook was on peak, while tae was a struggling actor.

Jungkook moved from city to city, country to country for his shoot while Taehyung struggled for a 5 minute side role.

They couldn't maintain both, /Jungkook/ couldn't maintain both.

He thought he had it right.

But he didn't.

Flashing through the new York City, Changing flights so you stay with me, Problem was, I thought I had it right~

They drift apart. Broke up.

Jungkook let him go because he deserves better. Taehyung deserved better.

Better, someone who could give him his time.

Someone like hyungsik.

And as he watched them kiss after the shoot end, he knew he was right.

They smiled at each other, being in love.

A part of Jungkook wanted to believe he was doing it to make Jungkook jealous. But he wasn't.

Because he didn't even seem to notice him. They just smiled at each other and climbed inside the car.

Jungkook doesn't even know why he's whining, this is what he wanted.

For taehyung to be happy, this is what he has always asked for from his gods. For him to be happy.

Maybe he shouldn't have.

he shouldn't have just asked for tae to be happy. Maybe he should have asked the gods to keep taehyung happy, with him. It would have been better if they never met.

Now I wish we never met, cus you're too hard to forget~

Because then it would be easy to ignore his tears, ignore the pain that dominates his heart.

Jungkook sighs tiredly when he reached his messy house.

It still smells of him, every part of his apartment has taehyung. His fragrance. His memories.

Jungkook wipes his tears as he takes a deep breath.

Maybe it's finally time to let go of him, Taehyung has moved on. He should stop clinging to his memories in hopes of him coming back.

So with a heavy heart, he clears his house. Putting all of tae’s things in a box.

Jungkook pulls up to taehyung’s apartment.

He glances at it from the car window, box of ex’s things sitting coldly next to him.

The actor closes his eyes, leaning against the head back as he takes a deep breath.

It's now or never.

He walks out.

Jungkook feels his heart in his throat as he pressed on the door bell.

He waits and slowly, Taehyung opens the door.

Breath seems to get knocked out of his chest when he takes him in.

Taehyung is wearing a oversized shirt, it's too big for him. Big enough for it to slip over his collarbones.

Jungkook feels his heart crack at the love bites adoring him and the sleep in his eyes.

It's past 3 so it makes sense

Maybe he shouldn't have come here, but it's too late.

Just like it's too late to ask him back, too late to apologize, to beg to be taken back.

It's too late.

“J-jungkook?” Taehyung blinks up at him and Jungkook tries to smile.

“Hi” he gives a small wave.

“BABE WHO IS IT?” a loud voice comes from inside.

Hyungsik.

Of course.

The smile falls off Jungkook’s lips.

Of course, Taehyung is with him. Why wouldn't he be? Unlike him, hyungsik knows how to give tae his time.

While I'm cleaning up your mess, I know he's taking off your dress~~

“NO ONE” Taehyung calls back and Jungkook pretends it doesn't hurt.

He's a actor after all, pretending comes easy.

Or at least it used to.

Because taehyung looks at him with concern. “What is it, ko— Jungkook?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Nothing, just came to give you this”

Before Taehyung could say anything, Jungkook shoves it as his chest.

“Keep it” Jungkook smiled “I don't need it”

“I... Thank you... You didn't need to—”

“Do you love him?” Jungkook cuts him off with a smile which he hopes is friendly.

Taehyung bites his lips hesitantly, looking back at where he assumes hyungsik is.

“... I think so? Maybe?”

The little cracking of the heart finally reaches it's point and scatters into million pieces.

But he doesn't show it, just nods and turns to leave.

Jungkook feels a tug, he turns to see Taehyung holding his wrist.

“Tae...”

“Jungkook...” if it wasnt so dark, he could see the tears gathered in tae’s eyes.

*If I can make it to the dawn, it wouldn't be so hard to see~*

“I just hope you're happy Jungkook...”

“Do you love me, Tae?” taehyung opens his mouth to answer but he couldn't.

I know that you don't, But if I ask if you love me

I hope you lie, lie, lie, lie to me

Jungkook chuckled, freeing his hand.

“Let it be, don't answer. I want you to lie to me and you don't want to give me fake hopes so let it be, don't answer” Jungkook smiles and taehyung sighs, a tear falling down his eyes.

“I just want you to be happy kook” he whispers brokenly.

“I ain't happy” Jungkook smiles, eyes glistening from tears.

Not when you're not with me, not when I'm not your love.

“Congrats on your relationship though” with that, he left.

ᜊᜊ ᰔ ᜊᜊ

jungkook stares at the golden printed invitation.

Kim Taehyung Weds Park Hyungsik

He traces the printed fonts and chuckled. Taehyung has sent him this because according to him, Jungkook has moved on.

It's been 2 years after all, Jungkook himself have lied that he has moved on from him. Moved on from Taehyung. But oh how he wish could tell him that he didn't, not yet.

But he wouldn't.

So instead, When the wedding night comes.

Jungkook prepared himself to attend, it's his duty to hand Taehyung over to hyungsik since Tae doesn't have a father.

Jungkook is gonna do it.

He wears a black suit, when the theme is white. He can't bring himself to wear white because if he did. He'll see himself instead of hyungsik, would want to be the one Tae is handed over to not the other way around, would do something stupid.

So he wears black.

Jungkook knocks softly, hearing a come in he goes in.

He thought he had prepared himself, prepared himself to see taehyung in white, in his wedding suit.

Had prepared himself to see Taehyung swirl around and grin at him, “What do you think?”

“You look gorgeous” Jungkook breathe out.

“You look so beautiful, Tae” Taehyung blushed.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

“Do you think hyungsik will like it?” he asks shyly.

Right, of course, yeah.

“I... I think he..”

Tears gather in his eyes and fall like a fountain. No

No no no...

He can't do this, oh god he can't.

He can't pretend, shit he can't pretend! Why can't he pretend??

“Jungkook” Taehyung rushed to him.

“Hey hey, what happened” Taehyung cups his face, wiping his tears away.

“Tea... Tae I can't! I can't do this!!” Jungkook cried out, sobbing like a baby.

“I thought, I could pretend. Just hand you over and leave but fuck! I can't”

“Jungkook—”

“I LOVE YOU!! Fuck, I love you so much Tae. Please, please don't make me do this I can't”

Jungkook cries, “I'm sorry, I know I'm ruining this for you, it's your special day and trust me Tae I don't want to do this to you but I can't”

Taehyung’s tears fell as he stared at Jungkook in shock.

“You can't do this to me...”

“I know” Jungkook sniffles, wiping his tears. “I know I can't, I shouldn't... So tae” He takes a deep breath.

“Just kiss me, please just for once. Only once, just lie to me please then I'll leave”

“I promise I'll leave! I'll never show my face, Tae just give me this” Jungkook begs pathetically.

“HOW COULD YOU!!” Taehyung screeched, glaring at him. He hit on his chest in anger.

“For 2 years, for 2 years you God damn pretended that you're okay, you've moved on. I fucking asked you if you're okay with coming to my wedding! I asked you if you can take the honor of handing me over, what you did? You fucking smiled at me and said you'll do it! You pretended to be my friend and all for what? Fucking ruining my wedding? Is that it?”

“Fuck you Jungkook! Fuck you! How can you come here and say shit like this! It's my fucking wedding! You can't just come and ruin it for me” Taehyung shook his head, wiping his tears.

“I hate you don't ever show me your face....” he whimpers, looking at the broken state of Jungkook. His heart aches at the sight, but no. He can't do anything about it because Taehyung has moved on.

He had waited, in this 2 years, he had waited and now it's too late.

So with a deep breath Tae walks away. His hand goes to hold the door knob, he looks at him over his shoulder.

“And to answer your question of that night, I wasn't sure then. Now I am, I love him so let us be happy” and with that, Taehyung went away.

Jungkook closed his eyes in hopes of holding his tears back but he couldn't. He falls on his knees as memories sneak through his eyes and roll down his cheeks.

What was he even thinking? That taehyung would say he loves him? And they'll elope? A happy ever after?

The jokes on him..

Jungkook doesn't know for how long he's crying there, but when finally his tears stop. He pulls himself up, waking out to see Taehyung and hyungsik at the altar, kissing as everyone cheers.

They're married.

A tear drops

The end

"CUT”

Jungkook gasped, taking deep breathes to calm his racing heart. It took about 5 minutes for him to finally out of his acting zone. Hyungsik and Taehyung pull away as everyone around them stops cheering as the director’s voice fill up.

“I can't believe I am saying this but PACK UP, GOOD JOB GUYS!!!”

Everyone claps and cheers, the shoot of their movie finally ending.

Lie to me, a love triangle with a sad ending.

Jungkook’s debut movie and Taehyung’s first movie with his love. Taehyung smiles up at his love, at Jungkook as he walks up to him.

“Hi”

Jungkook chuckles, breathless. “Hi yourself”

“How do you feel” Taehyung smiles, pushing away a strand of his hair and wiping his fake tears.

“I feel... Like it's a dream! Oh my god! I just completed my first movie!!!” Jungkook laughed breathless, Taehyung laughs along with him, understanding the high his boyfriend is feeling.

When a make up artist comes with make up remover, Tae simply takes it from him deciding to do it himself for Jungkook.

“Yeah, you did that. We did it!!” Tae moves forward to kiss him but jk puts his palm on his lips.

Taehyung frowns raising his brow at him.

“I'm not kissing you before you brush your teeth” Jungkook barks out and Tae chuckled.

“Alright, let's go to changing room cause I need that taste out of my mouth. Want to kiss the fuck out of you baby” Tae drags Jungkook.

When he comes out of the bathroom, done brushing his teeth. He sees Jungkook remove his make up.The newbie looks up at his boyfriend and stands up.

Taehyung immediately tugs him closer to kiss him breathless. Jungkook sighs, turning into a putty as he wraps his arms around him. Smiling against his lips.

“You've no need how hard it was for me to not just kiss you when you looked so fucking pretty in that wedding suit”

Jungkook growled lowly, nipping at his lips.

“Same baby, same” Taehyung whined.

“We're never doing sad ending movies yeah? I can't see you crying” Taehyung pulls away with a pout.

Jungkook wholeheartedly agrees, he knows it was just acting but God didn't it hurted to see Tae with someone else.

Especially when he was in the movie.

“Yeah, ok, no sad ending movies. Only happy endings we're we end up like this yeah?”

“Yeah” Tae smiles.

“We're celebrating after this hm?”

“Of course we are! My baby is gonna become a fucking star!! I have to celebrate!!”

And as they lay together late at night, limbs tangled, tired of celebrating their success shoot.

Jungkook couldn't help but say, “Tae, if... If a occasion aries where we can't give other time. We'll communicate about it, yeah!?”

Taehyung smiles as he tugs at Jungkook’s chin.

“I'll make sure We'll communicate hm?. Junghwa and Taehae might not have a happy ending, our characters might not end up together till the end but we will hm?”

Jungkook smiles and nods, “Yeah. We're happy ending material” Jungkook teases and Tae laughs, nodding in agreement.

“We're happy ending material”

“I love you and I'm not lying to you” Tae says playfully

Jungkook chuckled, “I love you too.”

The End

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Hello! This is my first submission for #EddieMunsonWeek hosted by @stevelives​ and @natashxromanovf​ Eddie Munson Week: Day One, Rockstar AU

Title: I Love Playing with Fire eddie munson x ofc

Summary: Corroded Coffin finally managed to break out of Hawkins. They may not be on the charts, but their crowds are more than the five drunks at the local pub, and they are actually getting paid. However, they get a rude awakening of life on the road.  

Word Count: 3k Trigger Warning: 18+, Drug Use, Mentions of Racism, Smut. Apologies for any grammar/spelling errors Additional Comments: The movie “The Runaways” inspired some of this. I have fallen down the Eddie Munson rabbit hole. For all stories/blurbs for this submission, they are going to be Eddie x OC centric, with an OC named Jensen. I just became obsessed with this character I created because I do plan to eventually write an S4 AU (I have two different versions I have thought of for the far off future). So I hope you enjoy these small pieces, as writing has been a struggle for me lately and hopefully I can get some more creative juices flowing. 

Writing Links: Stranger Things Masterlist 

"This is such fucking bullshit!"

Eddie looks up as the front door to his motel room slams shut. Jensen, also known as Cherry Cola, to the general public, stomps in the room. 

Eddie stops plucking at his guitar as he looks at his bandmate and the lead singer of Corroded Coffin. Corroded Coffin had finally moved beyond the five drunks at the Hideout in Hawkins, Indiana. 

After an impulsive move to the City of Angels, Eddie swore it was sheer dumb luck that got him, Jeff, and Garreth to where they were now.

Jeff and Garreth had been ready to give up. Moving from such a small bible-thumping town to the kaleidoscope mixture of cultures Los Angeles brought was a tough transition. They were small fries and just another tale of failed aspirations, hoping to make it big. 

After all, they had always played for fun and they never seriously took their band as a means of livelihood. Hawkins didn't promote such things if it didn't involve the ideals of a nuclear family. 

Yet, he refused to go back to Hawkins with his tail tucked between his legs. He was going to show the entire population of Hawkins that he was someone. He was " The Freak" that was going to make something of himself.  

One day he was going to be on a stage and he was going to yell "Fuck Hawkins!" into the microphone. 

So Eddie knew when it came down to it, it was all about networking. And what better way was there to network than to go back to his profession of dealing? Reefer Rick had a contact, Argyle, that helped set him up and it was all charm and charisma. After all, he was one to receive and give flattery. 

He had somehow found his way at the Rainbow Bar & Grille speaking with Ezra Waylan, a music producer and manager. A demo was passed and Eddie had prayed to a God he felt abandoned by that this would be it. 

It was three weeks later when their money was about to dry up and the inevitable return to Hawkins was on the horizon when Ezra called their motel room to schedule a meeting. 

He remembers the day clearly as they arrived at an abandoned trailer park. He had been about to turn around when the door to the trailer burst open, revealing Ezra. The man had told them quickly that they were shit, but he was feeling charitable. 

He ushered them inside the cramped trailer, and that's when they met her. Jensen wore faded ripped jeans at the knees with a cropped Deep Purple shirt. She had a pair of yellow sunglasses acting as a headband as she sucked on a Dum-Dum.

She was going to be their lead singer. Corroded Coffin was going to be a female-fronted band. 

His life changed that day. 

"What's wrong?" He asks. 

Jensen throws her room key on the desk. "I went to check the schedule and to make sure the time was still the same for the sound check when I was informed that the opening act doesn't get that privilege."

Now, they were here on the road trying to get their name out as they supported their EP and using that buzz to land an actual record deal to record an album. Getting radio support wasn’t easy. So Ezra had told them word of mouth was the way to go. It meant performing non-stop as they worked on making fans and connections. 

It was certainly an adjustment period for all. 

One, they all were thrust together to form a band. He, Jeff, and Garreth at least knew each other. They were familiar with each other. They had that bond. Jensen was a stranger. They put her in a group of three men. It was expected of her to just trust them, not only with her dreams, but her general well-being. 

Somehow, it worked. Maybe it was fate that they all got along and could find their groove as a band. 

Either way, he knows they are going to be something, as Jensen has an amazing voice. Despite the guitars and drums, her vocals have a sultry feel that he believed would give them an edge over their peers. 

Eddie is excited about the future for once. But the real challenge came when they got on the road. 

Misogyny and racism filled the music world - especially the rock world. Eddie isn’t stupid despite the repeating of senior year a few times. He is fully aware of the privilege he has as a white man. Even with Jeff being another guitarist and just as a friend, he had witnessed how the world treated his friend in Hawkins. Now, in the rock world, they had a black guitarist and lead singer. 

The shit he heard and had to witness was disgusting. He hated the fact both Jensen and Jeff would tell him to ignore it. 

And now on tour as word-of-mouth spread and more people were talking about them than the main act, the childish and ignorant antics were increasing. 

So it does not surprise Eddie with them saying they don’t have the privilege of sound check. Eddie hates to say it, but the treatment of the lovely residents of Hawkins at least gave him some thick skin with this type of behavior. 

“They are just jealous, Jen,” he replies softly. 

Jensen grunts as she lays down next to him on the bed. She grabs a pillow and cradles it as she rests her head on it. 

Eddie bites his lip to hide the smile that threatens to overtake his lips. This was also a change he needed to come to terms with. He wants to blame it on the close quarters and the fact she is the only constant woman they are around. 

Besides, the fact they can jam out to Deep Purple, Metallica, AC/DC, Black Sabbath, and Dio without shame. He was in Heaven. She enjoyed the same things he did, from magazines to movies, and even food. Hell, with each stop on tour, they were steadily adding to his tatty collection with a few matching ones. 

And, it didn’t help that she was hot as fuck. Most would notice her sun-kissed, curly brown hair. It was her most distinctive feature. 

Yet, as he eyes her in a pair of jean shorts that were dangerously close to revealing the curve of her ass cheeks with a cropped plain white tee, it was always her thighs and ass that drew his attention. As much as they listened to heavy metal and rock, Jensen kept a stack of mixtapes of R&B. They listened to those to ‘cool down’ as she would say. 

It was forever seared in his brain, the way her hips moved as she danced along to Teddy Pendergrass crooning for them to turn off the lights. She had been wearing a tight emerald green velvet cocktail dress, as she called it, as she teased the fabric on her skin. Her fingers itched the hem of her dress higher up her thighs and it exposed him to the bat tattoo she copied from him. 

Yet, he told himself that he wouldn’t cross that line. They were work partners - friends. He knew it would be a bad feeling to begin any type of romantic entanglement. It would be messy and most likely ruin the band. They would not be a Fleetwood Mac 2.0. 

“You tell Garreth and Jeff?”

“Yeah, but they don’t get it.”

Eddie frowns as he understood the frustration. He knows when talking to Garreth and Jeff they had a blase attitude about all this. It was fun and exciting, but Eddie knows to make it requires discipline. He doesn’t think it settled in for them yet. 

The two of them were reading music and business magazines to understand contracts. It was making sure if they got a record deal that had the rights to their publishing and masters. It was them planning for their future. 

Eddie reaches out and his thumb brushes between her brows. “You’re going to get wrinkles.”

Jensen snorts. “I wouldn’t be if Ezra did his damn job.”

Eddie laughs. Ezra was cool to a point, but they both knew that Ezra was only thinking about how many zeros they could produce than the longevity they needed. “Well, that’s the music business, baby. We do all the hard work for someone else to get paid.”

Jensen buries her face into her pillow, and her words are muffled. “It sucks!”

Eddie brings his hand out and rubs her shoulders. “Was that all that happened?”

She stiffens as she keeps her head on the pillow. 

“Jen.”

She turns on her side. She doesn’t look at him as she plays with the strap of his guitar. “Eddie…”

Eddie gets up from the bed and paces. “I can’t handle this shit, Jen. It’s one thing for people to talk shit about our music and hell, maybe a performance. It’s different when it’s about you and fucking Jeff.”

Jensen moves to her back and sighs. “Eddie, you’re going to have to get used to this. People are just shitty.”

“This is shit,” Eddie replies. 

Jensen huffs, and she practically bounces off the bed. Her hands come out and grip the edge of his shirt and tug. “Just think, one day they will try to open for us.”

Eddie closes his mouth and takes a deep breath. His brown eyes peer into hers. He brings her into a hug and he ignores his heart, beating faster as she lays her head against his chest. “Well, I got a riff to a new song. You can tell me if you like it.”

Eddie has his guitar slung over his shoulder and Jensen has her yellow and orange microphone in her hands. After becoming victims to cut cords and strings, they never leave their equipment out. 

A cigarette is burning between his lips as they walk down to the dim hallway and past the room where the headliners have their own dressing room before Jensen comes to a full stop. Eddie stops as well. “What’s wrong?”

“I have an idea,” she states proudly. 

“Okay?”

Her brown eyes gleam, and he watches as she approaches the door to the dressing room. She presses her ear to the door. She seems satisfied and her hands clutch the doorknob. 

“Keep watch,” she tells him as she cracks open the door. 

His cigarette falls out of his mouth. “Keep watch? What the hell are you doing?”

A giggle escapes her lips as she scurries into the room. Eddie’s sneaker squeak against the floor as he rushes after her. His hand prevents the door from closing. Jensen is already by the band’s display of guitars. 

“Jensen, what the hell are you doing?” He whispers harshly. 

His eyes widen as she stands in front of the black and white Fender Stratocaster. The lead singer's guitar. He watches as she undoes the button of her black and white jeans. He whips around as he catches a flash of red lace. “Jensen?”

“Just keep watch alright,” she replies. 

He hears the splash first before the sigh escapes her lips. She’s pissing on their guitar. Eddie shakes his head, as he cannot believe the situation he is in. 

“Shit, do you think me pissing on their shit is going to give them more talent?” Jensen comments. 

“Oh hell, Jen,” Eddie replies and he can’t help the laugh that builds in his belly and escapes from his throat. Her giggle soon joins his, as she latches onto his forearm and drags them out of the room. Their laughs bounce off the walls as they rush to get ready for their set. 

Their set goes off without a hitch. They sold some CDs, cassettes, and homemade shirts after the show. They don’t bother watching the show. He isn’t too sure where Garreth and Jeff fucked off to after the show. Eddie and Jensen made camp in their room. They ordered a pizza. He had brought out some weed, and her cool-down mixtape was playing. 

She is in an oversized t-shirt as she dances on the bed. They had pushed the two twin beds together, and he watched, amused, as she nearly fell into the crack many times. 

Eddie watches with hazy eyes as the smoke caresses her. She smiles as “Between the Sheets” comes on. He takes a puff from his joint. As he exhales, he holds the joint out for her to take. 

Instead, she climbs into his lap and takes the joint. He doesn’t allow himself to linger on her thighs as the shirt rides up. She makes a noise of content as she inhales. She exhales the smoke into the air and watches it disappear into nothing.

She scoots closer to him and their chests are touching. He gets the overwhelming scent of tea tree oil and weed as they breathe each other’s air. She takes another hit.

Her small hands reach out and cup his chin. She brings her lips close to his. Eddie is at first hesitant, as he knows they shouldn’t cross this line. She parts her lips but doesn’t kiss him. He takes a second to realize what’s she doing. He inhales deeply as she releases the smoke in his mouth. 

She pulls back and grins. Her dimples prominent. He didn’t even realize his hands had moved to her thighs as he squeezes them. 

There are only two ways this could go. 

“We shouldn’t do this,” he tells her. This is playing with fire. If one misstep happens between them, everything they are working hard to build can come crashing down. 

“We shouldn’t do a lot of things,” she counters.

Eddie goes to remove his rings when her voice stops him. “Don’t take them off.”

Eddie quirks an eyebrow but says nothing. Eddie’s hand slips into her underwear. Her legs widen for him. She moans as his fingertips touch her clit. Jensen takes another hit and places the joint in the ashtray. She brings her mouth to his as he greedily accepts the smoke in his mouth. 

He quickly slides off her underwear and slides between her thighs. She bites her lip as she looks at him nervously. “We don’t have to do this,” he tells her. They could go back to acting like nothing happened. 

“I want to. I just want it to be good,” she tells him. “I’m not…I only done this a couple times. And it’s you.” She tells him with warm cheeks. 

“Me too,” he reassures her. Because of his status of being a freak in Hawkins, it wasn’t as if girls were lining up outside of his trailer. He may have gotten a few blowies and a hand job, but he didn’t have sex until a college girl was visiting her family and saw his show at the Hideout when he was 18. That was a couple of years ago. 

He uses his middle and index finger to spread her folds apart. Coating his fingers in her wetness, he gets a better look at her. He travels down her body and leaves a trail of kisses before he flicks his tongue inside her. 

She moans loudly, breathless. And damn, Eddie thinks he could hear that noise every day of his life. He pushes two fingers knuckle deep inside f her. Her walls clench around them and he can feel the ache that goes straight to his dick. 

He glances up at her as his tongue flicks her clit quickly. He doesn’t have much experience, but at least he is doing something right. 

She pulls her oversized shirt off her body and it rewarded him with the sight of her perky breast bouncing from the movement. One of her hands tangles into his hair and the other tweaks at her nipple. 

“Eddie…” Her breath hitched as he sucks on her clit and her legs try to wrap around his head. His hands stop her as he pushes her legs flat. He can feel her trying to move against his face as he fucks her with his tongue. 

He hears her release a growl of frustration. “Eddie…please!.”

Eddie takes mercy on her as releases his grip on her legs and pushes his fingers back in her, making his cool rings hit her chubby nub as he gives her a harsh suck on her clit. 

Her back arches and he can feel her pulsating around his tongue. Her thighs have him in a tight grip as she trembles and he has to move her legs back down. He is gentle as he pulls his fingers out as he places a kiss on her pussy. The curly-haired guitarist admires the wetness that coats her puffy lips, her thighs, and the sheets. 

He can’t help himself as he places another kiss on her thighs. But then he indulges himself by giving her a sharp bite, which makes her jump and hiss. He soothes the sting with his tongue before he makes work on giving her a hickey. 

He pulls back to admire the shiny bruise. A part of him is proud that when she wears her shorts, the bruise will be exposed. 

He looks at Jensen, her pupils blown. Nipples hard they look painful. He moves up and brings her in a deep kiss. He feels her hands move to his boxers. 

“Eddie, please, fuck me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He quickly removes his boxers and shirt. She whines as he has to pull back from her. He bends down and grabs his jeans for his wallet where he keeps a condom. 

He slips a teasing hand around his cock a few times before he slides on the condom. He thinks he could get off of Jensen just watching in pleasure. 

“Please, Eddie,” she begs as she fists the bedsheets. 

She spreads her legs and arches her back to prepare for the impact. He gradually pushes his cock into her and she gasps as it stretches her. Her hands come up and he can feel her fingers dig into his shoulders. He fills her to the hilt, and he gives her a moment to adjust to him. To him, it's the most wonderful feeling in the world and he tries to think of any disgusting thought to make this last longer. 

Jensen squeezes his sides with her thighs in acknowledgment that he can move. 

He rolls his hips tauntingly slow. He uses one hand to hold himself up as he thrusts into her. With his free hand, he cups her right breast and uses his thumb to flicker against the hard nipple. Her lips part with a moan and her fingers trail down from his shoulders to his spine until they fall to his ass. She squeezes delicately as her hips meet his thrusts. 

He buries his face into her neck as he moans loudly. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. Both of their bodies became slick with sweat and from her juices. He nips at her shoulder and leaves another a hickey. She cries out at a hard thrust and her legs tighten. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he cries out as he slams into her harder. 

Her body tenses and he moves his head from her neck. He replaces his hand on her breasts with his lips. He encloses around the hard bud and gives a small nip, and her back stiffens and arches. Her hands fly to his hair and she releases a single breathless gasp. Her walls tighten around him. 

She cries out his name, and it's the one thing he needs to bring him over the edge. He gives three final sloppy thrusts before he is cumming hard. He thinks he sees goddamn stars. 

“Wow,” she breathes in a whisper. Eddie looks deep into Jensen’s red-rimmed eyes. Her eyes were the color of cinnamon. Not chocolate, honey, or coffee, but cinnamon with a sparkle to them. 

He leans down and meets her lips. She eagerly kisses him back. Her arms wrap around his neck, holding him close as tongue and teeth clash sloppily. He keeps kissing her until he softens fully and pulls out of her heat. 

Her pussy clenches at the emptiness and for a minute, he wonders what it would be like to see his seed dripping out of her. He pulls off his condom and throws it away. He doesn’t want to leave the bed, but he knows they need to clean up a bit. 

“See sometimes it’s nice playing with fire,” she tells him sleepily. 

He laughs as he places a kiss on her nose. “I’ll be sure to remember that in fear you’ll piss on my guitar.”

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