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wh0re43van · 4 months

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Reflections- (Warren Lipka X Reader)

Summary: You’re Spencer’s older sister that had to come home after getting kicked out of college. Upon the return, you’re reconnected with the walking asshole that is your brothers best friend.

Word count: 7k

Warnings: smut, weed, alcohol, mention of roofie, slow burn, hate fuck

A/n: I managed to cut this down a good bit, but this is the best I could do because I love plot I’m sorry 😭 also I’m very high so this probably isn’t proof read very well- I will be proofing it better in the near future!

I hang out my window, breathing in the night air after I take a hit off my joint. I sigh, wondering what I’m still doing in my childhood bedroom at age 21. I got kicked out of college two months ago and I still haven’t gotten my life back on track. I have a job interview lined up and I’ve been painting commissions, but I just feel like I’m 14 again. My parents made it seem like I’ve completely fucked up my life and paint me as the pot smoking-drop out, so maybe I should just embrace it.

I groan when I realize that I’ve been thinking too long and joint my has gone out. I hold my favorite zippo up to re-light it when I hear my door fly open, knocking into my dresser. I gasp, whipping around quickly as I accidentally launch my lighter across the floor in the startle. I groan in annoyance when I see my idiot brother and his even more idiotic shadow standing in my doorway.

“Close the door you fucking idiots! Mom’s down there!” I whisper angrily. Spencer pushes Warren into the room and closes the door quickly.

“Sorry,” my brother says awkwardly.

“Damn. You still smoke even after it, like, completely ruined your life?” Warren laughs, motioning to my joint.

“Oh shut up. I got caught with a single gram on campus and they made a big deal out of it; I mean come on it’s 2004 for Christ sake,” I roll my eyes, irritated that he would even bring that up, but it is Warren, so I expect nothing else. “What do you two fuck heads want?” I ask as I walk over to turn off my iPod so I can hear them better.

“Nothing! Uhm just wanted to see how the best big sister in the world is doing,” Spencer laughs unconvincingly as he attempts to lean casually against my dresser, knocking over my perfume bottles in the process. “Shit,” he mumbles as he picks the plastic bottles up off the floor. I roll my eyes, not believing him for a second. Warren looks at Spencer, scoffs, then looks back at me.

“We want you to buy us beer,” he says flatly with his hands in his pockets. I raise my brows at him, now it’s my turn to scoff.

“You come in my room, give me a heart attack, almost let mom know that I’m smoking, knock over everything on my dresser, then ask me to buy you beer?” I ask, trying to understand why they thought this was a good idea. The boys look at each other then back to me.

“Yes,” they say in unison firmly, but not confidently.

“Get the fuck out,” I sigh. Spencer mutters ‘sorry’ before turning to walk out the door. Warren closes the door behind my brother then looks at me, tilting his head to the side.

“Why are you such a bitch?” The grungy boy asks curiously. I give him a face of disgust.

“Because you go out of your way to piss me off.” I huff, stepping closer to him, sticking a finger into his chest. He smacks my hand away.

“Ew,” Warren gags dramatically. “Don’t touch me,” he mutters before turning around to open my door, flipping me off then closing it behind him.

I plop down on my bed grabbing a nice, soft pillow, then shove it to my face, letting out a blood curdling scream.

‘Why!? What the fuck did I do to deserve this?’ I think to myself. I quite literally feel like I’m back in middle school with: Dumb and Dumber constantly pestering me, Warrens stupid fucking remarks, hiding in my room with my joint, and my parents being disappointed in me. Jesus, this is all such awful déjà vu.

I Take a deep breath, then make my way to the bathroom for a long, hot shower. I walk into the hall bathroom then turn on our shower to warm up the water. I strip down then turn on the shower radio to the local rock station. To my pleasant surprise, they’re playing ‘Scum bag’ by Greenday.

‘Best infomercial purchase mom made this month,’ I think to myself as I lather up my body wash, letting out a content sigh. I finally start to relax.

Knock, knock, knock

“Y/n, I have to piss!” Warren shouts through the door. I groan, flinging the shower curtain open after turning off the water.

“Hold it, Butt-fuck! I just got in,” I shout back in annoyance. He bangs on the door again.

“Just let me in!” His voice is muffled coming through the wood.

“No, Warren!” I huff, wondering how one boy could be so annoying. “Piss outside!” I scream over the music, then turn the water back on and resume my shower. His knocking continues for another minute or two, but he eventually gives up.

I finish my shower in peace then wrap the towel around myself. I quickly run to my room and close the door behind me.

“What the fuck!” I shout when I see warren standing in my closet with his hands behind his back.

“Don’t you know it’s rude not to knock?” he snickers. I scowl at him, holding the short white towel to my body as tight as possible.

“It’s my- What the hell are you doing in here?” I ask exasperated as I step towards him.

“Spencer says you do that nerdy makeup shit for ren fairs or whatever, and I need to borrow your supplies,” he sighs, sounding irritated even though he’s the one snooping though my stuff. I fiddle with my towel, uncomfortable at how his gaze keeps wondering down to where the fabric ends, barely long enough to cover my ass.

“What the fuck do you need that for?” I frown, not understanding why on earth he would need special effects makeup. His eyes follow a trickle of water that drips from my hair down my chest and between my breasts. I shift awkwardly, wishing that this interaction would end already.

“That’s not important,” he steps towards me. “Just let me see what you have,” he says simply with his hands in his pant pockets. I groan in frustration.

“No, you fart-catcher! I just caught you going through my shit, get out!” I scream, stomping my foot in anger, which causes the towel to slide off my breast a bit. I quickly pull it back into place, my cheeks burn pink from embarrassment and anger. Warrens eyes flutter from my chest up to my face, his lips curl into a small smirk.

“Alright,” he shrugs before walking towards my door. With his back to me, he takes his wallet out of his pocket and drops it on the floor. “Y/n,” he tisks, looking at me over his shoulder with that ever familiar mischievous glint in his dark eyes. “Would you pick that up for me? I can’t bend over, I hurt my back at my last game,” he asks with mock sincerity, his gaze focused on how short the towel is. He knows if I bend over my entire ass will be exposed. I look at him with pursed lips, furrowed brows, and bright pink cheeks, letting out an irritated sigh. He grins at how successfully he’s pissed me off.

I stomp over and open my bedroom door, then stomp back to his wallet, kicking it as hard as I can out the doorway and down the steps.

“Get out!” I seethe as I shove the snickering idiot out of my room, locking the door behind me. I groan, flopping down face first onto my bed. I lay there a minute, before deciding to smoke a bowl and get my pajamas on.

I retrieve my bowl and my stash from its old hiding spot behind my bookshelf.

I break up the weed and pack the small bowl, then I realize that I cant find my lighter. I check my bag again, then look around my window and on the floor. I let out a loud groan, kicking my nightstand in anger. My nerves are completely shot, this minor inconvenience is about to send me on a rampage.

With a defeated sigh, I grab a cheap Bic lighter out of my purse. I wouldn’t care so much if it wasn’t my favorite lighter. The silver zippo was a gift from an ex-boyfriend. He had my name engraved on one side and the skull and bat wings from the cover of the Avenged Sevenfolds ‘Waking the Fallen’ album on the other. It’s the single coolest possession I have.

I grab my iPod off the speaker, then hook my headphones into it before climbing out my window onto my roof. With the cheap plastic lighter I take a hit then lay back on the cool shingles, my muscles relaxing as Rob Zombie plays in my ears. I close my eyes as the crescent moon shines her white light down on my face. I take another hit, sighing happily as I get comfortable. Finally, some peace.

‘Hold on,’ I shoot up, furrowing my brow in thought. ‘I dropped my lighter when numbnuts busted into my room. I never picked it up, and when I caught warren in here, he had something behind his back… Warren,’ my epiphany makes my ears burn red.

“Goddamn it Warren!” I shout, completely fed up with his shit, as I clamber back through my window. “Why the fuck is that shit head here all the time,” I mumble to myself as I put my bowl away. I spray some air freshener and close my window before stomping down the hallway, barging into my brothers room. Warren sits by himself in Spencer’s bed, playing some stupid video game on the PlayStation- my brother no where in sight.

“Where is it?” I bellow, standing between warren and the tv like an angry mother. I hold my hand out in front of his face as if the little asshole would just hand it over.

“Dude! Get out of the way!” Warren groans, his eyes not even meeting mine as he uses his foot to scoot me out over, but he knocks me off my balance and I fall directly on top of him.

“Warren!” I squeal, managing to catch myself with my arms on either side of his head. We exchange a shocked look before that stupid, sly smirk creeps onto his face, reminding me that I’m furious at him. “Give me my shit!” I shout in his face, hovering over top of him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he shrugs, his smirk never faltering. This is it. He’s going to make me snap. I grab his shirt pulling his face up to mine, my face flushed In anger.

“I see through your little act,” I say through gritted teeth, almost in a whisper. He looks at me with wide eyes. “You act like you’re hot shit. You think that just because you sell a little green on the side and pocket other peoples shit that you’re a man, but you’re so far from it. You’re just a 19 year old boy who still needs his daddy to wipe his ass for him,” I all but spit into his face, leaning closer with every syllable. His face slowly contorts into pure rage. He stands up from the bed and pushes my back against the wall.

Warrens hostile glare burns deep into my eyes as his hands grip my shoulders so hard that his knuckles turn white. The drywall is cool on my hot skin as warren peers down on me, making me feel so small in his grasp.

“You don’t know shit about me, bitch!” Warren says in a tone that I’ve never heard from him before- he nearly growls at me. This shows that I’ve seriously pissed him off; I smile up at him, unable to hold back the joy- and a bit of excitement - bubbling in my stomach. His lips are pulled in a straight line, nostrils flared and his jaw locked as he grips onto my shirt, making his biceps flex.

“Unfortunately, I know you very well, Warren. Your entire life you’ve been putting up this front of false confidence. Always thinking you’re special, somehow always convincing yourself that the rules don’t apply to you; You’re a pathetic burn out,” I say simply, batting my lashes up at him, enjoying the reaction- and our proximity. His nostrils flare as he pounds his fists on either side of my head.

“You’re the fucking burn out!” He raises his voice, a bit of spit lands on my face as the harsh words drip from his tongue. I reach my hand up, wiping the salvia off.

“Yeah, but I can admit it,” I whisper as I lean up to his flushed face, our noses brushing against each other. I do mu best to ignore the stirring in my stomach when our skin touches. Warren glances down at my lips, his chest still heaving with anger and his arms resting by my head. His angry eyes meet mine. The moonbeam coming through the window illuminates half of warrens face in a white light. I just now notice how much he’s changed. How mature he looks now, especially when he has me backed against the wall with a death grip on my shoulders. He just begins to dip his head down when the bedroom door swings open.

“Sorry man, mom wanted help with- Woah…” Spencer pauses, almost dropping the snacks from his arms. Warren jumps back, the rage on his face replaced with shock as my brother looks between us with a slack jaw. Warren clears his throat awkwardly.

“You need to control your sister, dude,” he gives me a dirty look, walking up and taking a bag of Cheetos from Spencer. I step away from the wall, adjusting my outfit.

‘What the fuck just happened?’

“Uhm, no. Spencer you need to control your friend. He’s a fucking klepto! He took the lighter kyle got for me!” I explain as I point accusingly at Warren who’s already settled into the bed, munching on the junk food

“Oh, you mean the guy that cheated on you?” he asks before he takes a sip out of a two liter of dr. pepper. “Twice,” he adds before letting out a gross belch. I look at him in disgust, then in offense. My ears burn red in anger once again. I let out an irritated grunt as I push past spencer towards the door.

“So it’s no then?” Spencer asks, stopping me in my tracks.

“What?” I ask as I turn to face him. My brother glances between Warren and me.

“You’re not gonna help us?” Spencer asks, looking confused.

“Spencer what the hell are you talking about?” I groan, still upset about what was happened with Warren.

“He didn’t even-“ Spencer scoffs, turning to look at Warren. “You didn’t even ask her?” He asks his friend. Warren just shrugs as he picks up the PlayStation controller.

“For the last time I am not getting you idiots beer,” I groan.

“No! We need your makeup skills,” Spencer explains. Warren stands up from the bed, stomping in disapproval.

“We don’t need her. We just need the makeup,” he groans nudging Spencer a bit. I look at the boys in extreme confusion.

“Explain,” I sigh, rolling my eyes.

“We’re Uhm, doing a project and we were wondering if you could make us look like old men,” Spencer says avoiding eye contact, scratching the back of his neck. He’s acting even weirder than normal.

“Uhm, yeah. Hypothetically I could if I had the proper products,” I say putting my hands on hips, wondering where this conversation is going.

“No. We just need the products we don’t need you,” Warren whines, seeming even more admit on keeping me out of their plans than usual.

“Okay whatever. Give me the money and I’ll get you guys the shit tomorrow evening,” I sigh.

‘I’m such a good big sister’

“Well we have that party with Chas tomo-“ Spencer starts but Warren slaps his hand over my brothers face.

“Party?” My ears perk up.

“No,” Warren says sternly. “We’re not bringing your lame ass to the party of the year,” he groans.

“No party, no makeup,” I shrug, crossing my arms. Spencer pulls Warren’s hand away from his face.

“Deal,” Spencer smiles. Warren gives him a death glare as I skip out of the room.

The next evening I’m stood in front of my closet sifting through my clothes. I have to admit that I’m excited to be getting dressed up. I settle on black denim mini skirt, studded belt and a cropped and distressed Misfits shirt. I take the time to do my makeup, smudging the black pencil liner around my eyes and applying a burgundy lip stick.

“Y/n come on!” I hear Warren shout from outside. I run over and stick my head out my open window.

“I’m coming!” I holler before slamming the glass shut, then shove my smoke bag into my purse.

I hop down the steps, skipping past my mother.

“I’ve never seen you so excited to go somewhere with those two,” my mom attempts a joke as I slip on my beat up converse.

“Free alcohol,” I shrug with a smirk before skipping out the front door.

“Y/n,” my mother’s disappointed voice gets cut off by the heavy wood slamming shut. I giggle to myself as I run to Chas’s car. I hear the door open again and my brothers foot steps approaching behind me.

“Come on guys were so late!” the meat head shouts from the driver’s seat window. My brother and I scramble into the car. Before I realize it, I’m sandwiched in between Warren and spencer with Chas and some nerdy guy in the front.

As I search around for the middle seatbelt, I notice warren staring at me. he’s wearing a white t-shirt that fits him very well with a pair of light, baggy blue jeans. It appears that he even took the time to brush his hair. He almost looks good.

“What?” I scowl at warren, wondering why he’s looking at me like that. He clears his throat, shaking his head a bit as if he didn’t realize he was ogling at me.

“J-just wondering why you let a clown do your makeup,” he laughs. I huff then punch him in the arm as hard as I can, causing warren to scream out.

“See this is-” I start to shout but I’m cut off when Chas whips his steering wheel sharply, sending me flying toppling into warren and causing warren to hit his head on the window.

“Shut up!” Chas groans. Warren and I exchange angry looks as we settle back into our seats, the rest of the ride is quiet.

The house packed full of sweaty college kids bumping and grinding into each other. The smell of alcohol and B.O flood my senses as I shimmy my way through the sea of kids packed in the narrow hallway. I finally make it to the kitchen where a bunch of frat boys are shot gunning beer. Girls surround them, completely wasted but doing their best to root for whichever guy they’re planning on fucking tonight. The loud, shitty, pop music rings through my ears as I step closer to the commotion. A tall blonde guy from the back of the group turns to me, looking me up and down with a grin.

“Hey you want in?” He holds his hand out, offering me a Budweiser. I consider it, but decide that I don’t want to be covered in beer all night.

“Uh, nah,” I nudge his hand away from me. He is cute though. “But I’ll cheer you on,” I smirk, looking up at the random guy, holding up my house key. The boy grins from ear to ear, taking the key out of my hand. He punctures the can before quickly opening the tab, downing the beer almost professionally. I cheer the boy on with words of encouragement. He drops the can to the floor then holds his hands up with a righteous scream, the crowd goes wild. He turns to me, wiping his face then slings his arm over my shoulder.

“Wow, I’m impressed,” I laugh. He adjusts his crooked snap-back as he leads me to the dance floor.

“Yeah you should be,” he chuckles as he guides me through the crowd of dancing bodies.

We dance for a few songs, slowly getting more handsy with each other. As my back bumps against him to the beat of the song, I make eye contact with Warren from across the room. He has a drink in one hand and his other on a girls waist as she kisses on his neck.

To my surprise, rather than looking away, he holds my gaze his he runs his hand down her back, grabbing her ass. I fight back a blush that attempts to creep onto my cheeks by averting my gaze.

‘Disgusting.’ I mentally barf as I turn my back to warren, wrapping my hands around the boys neck, his hands instinctively fall to my hips. He leans closer to my ear as we dance lazily in step with the beat.

“So what’s your name?” the boy shouts over the music.

“Y/n,” I answer, smiling up at him. “What about you, shotgun champion?” I giggle.

“Ethan,” he smiles. “Well, y/n, I’m going to go get you a drink,” he winks. I smile, thanking him. Once I tun back around, I notice that warren and the girl are gone.

‘Damn, that dude moves quick,’ I wonder how he manages to get girls to sleep with him so fast when he’s so insufferable and annoying. I dance by myself for a bit as I await Ethan’s return.

“Here you go,” Ethan smiles, handing me a red solo cup full of what appears to be spiked Hawaiian punch. I smile, thanking him as I accept the sickeningly sweet drink. I hold the plastic to my lips, but before I can take a sip, it’s knocked out of my hands. The cold liquid spills down my shirt before the cup hits the ground.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I hear the familiar tone of Warrens voice shout as he shoves Ethan against the living room wall. Everyone around us stops, turning to see what fight is about to break out. My cheeks burn red in anger and embarrassment.

“Waren what-” I manage to shout in the confusion. “You’re such a fucking asshole!” I shriek, completely fed up with his bullshit. I stomp towards the staircase, all eyes on me as crimson punch drips down my chest and legs. I open every door in the hallway until I find the bathroom.

I slam the door behind me before leaning onto the sink, looking at myself in the mirror. I scream out in frustration, my pulse beating to the bass of the music downstairs.

“What the fuck is wrong with Warren?” I complain to myself as I grab a handful of paper towels, attempting to absorb the drink that has soaked into my outfit. I pause when I hear the doorknob turning behind me. I watch Warrens figure appears in the bathroom mirror.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he steps towards me. His tone.. it almost sounds... concerned. I ignore his possible sincerity and instead throw the sopping wet paper towels at him.

“No, I’m not fucking okay! You ruined my outfit!” I scowl at him. His once concerned expression quickly contorts into the ever familiar annoyed glower he’s always dawning in my presence.

“You’re so fucking stupid y/n!” Warren shouts, stepping closer to me. The yellow lights highlight his clenched jaw. My mouth widens in disbelief.

“Excuse me?” I ask, now pissed off even more. Warren leans back, pushing his hair out of his face then groans in irritation.

“You almost got fucking roofied y/n! I knew that guy was bad news. I happened to be walking past the kitchen when I saw him drop something into your drink!” he explains while pacing in front of me. I roll my eyes, not believing him.

“Oh come on! You expect me to believe that? With your track record, I have every reason to believe that you were just being an immature asshole finding a way to fuck with me,” I step up to him, looking into his eyes that are flooded with frustration.

“Are you fucking- I just saved your ass big time!” Warren shouts, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“Oh please,” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms, too angry to look at him. Warren sticks an angry finger in my face.

“You are such an ungrateful fucking brat,” he says lowly, his tone sends chills down my spine. He grips my jaw, turning my head to look up at him. The angry boy glowers down at me, his face just inches from mine. “Say thank you,” he demands through gritted teeth. I roll my eyes once again.

“Fuck. You.” I whisper looking directly into his apoplectic eyes. After a beat, he grips my jaw even harder, yanking may lips to his. I freeze in shock for just a second before returning the instantly bruising kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, suddenly desperate for his touch. Within seconds, years of pent-up aggression and sexual tension finally comes to a head.

“You piss me off so much,” he growls against my lips as his hands grip my ass so tight it hurts, making me bite back a whimper. “Jump,” his voice comes out a gruff whisper. I obey, jumping to wrap my legs around his waist as he backs me against the wall, his lips never parting from mine. His nails dig into my thighs as he begins to grind against my crotch, the friction making me moan lightly against his lips. Anger and lust course through my veins as I tighten my legs around him, forcing his hips closer to mine. As much as I want to hate this, the truth is that I’ve never wanted any man more than I want warren right now. I’m disgusted with myself, but oh so desperate for the boy I’ve despised most of my life.

“Fuck, I hate how much I want this,” I whine desperately against his lips, pulling away only to slip off my shirt. Warren chuckles before setting me onto my feet. His chest heaves as he strips himself of his white t shirt.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you like this,” he says softly, his eyes following his hand as it glides gently over my body. I shiver under his touch as his fingers easily undo my bra, I allow it to fall to the ground. His eyes meet mine as he undoes his belt. “Bend over,” Warren smirks, motioning to the counter top. Biting back a smile, I happily turn around, resting my elbows on the counter. I spread my legs and wiggle my ass, knowing that he has a full view of panties under my mini skirt. I feel his hand push the denim fabric up, then he slides my underwear down my legs, leaving me exposed to him.

“Holy shit,” he groans quietly as he dips a finger into my sopping heat. He drags my slick up to rub circles on my clit. I bite my lip in attempt to hold back a whimper. “Is it me that you’re this wet for, or do you just have some weird degradation kink?” he asks as he slips a finger in my entrance, I gasp at the contact.

“Oh shut the-“ I begin, but cut myself off with a loud moan as his hand comes down harshly on my ass, the slap rings through the bathroom.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he laughs as he slips another finger in, pumping faster. His other hand brushes over the stinging handprint left on my ass. I whimper at how good it hurts.

I hate how right he is. I hate how much he’s enjoying this. I hate how he knows exactly where to curl his fingers inside me to earn the loudest moan. “Mm that’s the prettiest sound that’s ever come out of your mouth,” he chuckles as he reaches his other hand around to toy with my clit. I arch my back, biting my lip in an attempt to keep the symphony of pleasure from spilling from my mouth. I’m trying desperately not give him the satisfaction of praise, but it’s proving to be impossible.

“You’re such a dick,” I say lowly, unable to think of a good comeback as my eyes flutter shut, that familiar tension in my stomach building.

Warren pulls away completely, leaving me feeling empty and irritated. I stand up with a frown, spinning around to yell at him, but he grabs my arm and my waist, repositioning me back over the counter.

“Uh uh,” he chuckles using one hand to grip my hair, holding my head up so that I can see him in the mirror. With the other hand, he drops his pants and boxers, giving his- much larger than expected- length a few good bumps. My knees buckle at the sight behind me. “You’re gonna stay just like this and watch me fuck you,” he growls as he uses his foot to kick my legs a bit further apart. I watch his reflection as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, spitting on them before spreading the slick gently over my folds. As he lines his length up with my entrance, he holds my gaze through the mirror, sliding into me slowly. He lets out a loud groan, his grip on my hair tightening.

The way that he fills me up is unlike any other. Squeezing my eyes shut, I do my best to hold back my whimpers as I adjust to his size. He gives me only a few seconds before he starts slamming into me.

“Fuck!” I scream in shock as I clasp my hands over my mouth. Warrens strong grip is soon ripping my fingers away from my face.

“Now You’re want to be quiet? After all the times I’ve told you shut this pretty mouth of yours…” he grabs my cheeks, sticking a finger in my mouth as he rams his cock into me. “Now you want to hold back?” He lets out a devilish chuckle, before slapping my ass even harder than last time. He uses my hair to pull my head up making sure that I’m watching him.

His strong grip holds tightly onto my hair and my waist, making the veins very prominent in his arms. His toned torso glistens in a thin sheet of sweat as his hips buck mercilessly into me. My toes curl when I see the way he’s watching me. His eyes are dark with lust as they study every feature of my body in the mirror. His jaw hangs slack, but there’s a never faulting smirk on his face as if this is something he’s been waiting on for a while.

He releases my hair to reach down and rub figure eights onto my sensitive bundle of nerves. That and they way that he’s hitting the perfect spot with every deep thrust and the way he looks at me is enough to send me over the edge.

“Fuck! Warren!” I moan out in such a pathetic tone that I can’t believe it came from my own mouth. My legs begin to shake and breathing becomes shallow as I clench around him.

“That’s it baby. Scream my name in pleasure for a change,” he growls in my ear. My eyes are clenched shut, but I can hear the smirk in his voice. If the music wasn’t playing 100 decibels over OSHA standards and every single person wasn’t black out drunk, I might be concerned that someone might hear us.

“Oh god… fuck Warren! I’m cumming please don’t stop! Just like that please!” My words come out a desperate whine with each breath punctuated by his hips thrusting into me as I come undone around him. My legs give out as pure euphoria floods my system. My eyes roll back in my head as Warren holds me up with help from counter.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he grunts out, his thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic as low growls and moans slip out between his heavy breaths.

Warren pulls out of me as I lay with my head down on the cool counter trying to collect my thoughts. I feel him release onto my back. The warm seed dripping down my ass as strings of profanities fall from Warrens kiss bruised lips.

“Holy shit,” he pants out in a whisper. I hold my head up to see him in the mirror behind me, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. His chest rising and falling quickly as he wipes sweat from his forehead. As if he could feel me looking, he opens his eyes. That stupid fucking smirk quickly returning on his flushed face. He watches his cum drip down my ass and onto the floor. He silently walks to the toilet paper, then- to my surprise- he cleans me up. Silently, with a content smile, he wipes himself off me.

“Uh, thanks,” I say shyly with a bit of red creeping up to my cheeks. I find my underwear and slip them back on as Warren puts his pants on.

“Don’t mention it,” he winks, very obviously proud of himself.

“So uhm,” I start as I slide my dress back on. I don’t even know how to act; I feel so awkward and it’s pissing me off how casual Warren is being. “Do we just chalk this up to the alcohol?” I rub my neck awkwardly as Warren pulls his shirt over his head. He lets out a light laugh.

“Well I’m not drunk. Are you?” He asks, already knowing the answer. I shake my head no as find my sticky, stained skirt and step into it. Warren chuckles, walking up behind me looking at our reflections in the mirror. “Well, on the bright side I made your make look better,” he laughs with a wink, motioning at the mascara running down my face and burgundy lipstick smudged around my mouth.

“Oh fuck off!” I huff, shoving him. He slaps my ass one last time before opening the door and stepping out. I look at myself in the mirror, waiting for the feeling of disgust to overcome my body… but it never comes. As I wet a paper towel and attempt to make my face look presentable, I can’t help but smile. The smile turns to a giggle. The giggle turns to a loud laugh. I cannot begin to explain or even understand what I’m feeling, but pure joy is bubbling through my body. It must be some kind of weird post nut clarity.

I grab my purse then step out the door, expecting Warren to be gone, but to my pleasant surprise, he’s leaning over the banister right outside the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I step up beside him, assuming the same position.

“Trying to spit in people’s drinks,” he says flatly, not looking my way before a blob of spit falls from his mouth, landing on some random girls forehead. She looks around in drunken confusion, unable to identify the source. “Hey bonus points,” he laughs, turning to me with his hands held up in victory. I roll my eyes, but I’m unable to hide the smile that creeps onto my face.

“I uhm- I think I’m gonna walk home. I need a shower,” I tell him awkwardly. I’m so unsure of how to act now and him being so normal isn’t helping.

“Oh, I’ll walk you,” he says, putting his hands in his pockets. I look at him in confusion.

“What?” I ask, unsure if I heard him correctly.

“I’m going to walk you home, dumbass,” he shrugs taking step, expecting me to follow behind him- I do, of course.

We push through the crowds of dancing kids and out the front door. My ears ring as we step out onto the empty street, the silence is quite the change from the loud frat party behind us.

We walk in almost comfortable silence. My house is about a 40 minute walk away, but it seems so much shorter as I’ve been using the time to sort out my emotions- which I’m not having much success with.

I grab my cell phone out of my pocket, texting Spencer that I’m headed home so that he doesn’t worry.

“Who are you texting?” Warren asks simply as if he’s been trying to find something to start a conversation. He pulls a pack of menthols out of his pocket, holding the box towards me. I smile, taking one of the sticks and popping it into my mouth.

“Spencer. I figure I should let him know where I went,” I explain as we walk down the dim and empty sidewalk. The cool late summer air makes the orange flame flicker in the wind as it illuminates Warrens face in the evening dusk. The end of his cigarette glows a dark crimson as he lets out a puff of smoke. He stops, then looks down at me as he rests his fingers on my cheek, his other hand bringing the lighter up to my cigarette. I stare up at him, admiring how the orange light highlights his handsome features. The flame reflects in his dark eyes that are fixated on my lips. I breath in, igniting the cig.

“Thanks,” I smile, exhaling through my nose as we resume our walk.

“Ya know, I really did save your life back there,” Warren grins with a nudge from the same hand that’s holding his cigarette.

“You actually saw that dude slip something in my drink?” I ask, looking at him with raised brows.

“Yep. That girl I was dancing with was leading me up to one of the bedrooms when I saw the douche go into the kitchen. The dude looked the type, so I followed him in there, sure enough as he was walking away from the table, he slipped a tablet in your cup,” he shrugs as he takes a long drag.

It takes me a minute to process his words. It seems that he was actually looking out for me.

“But… Why? I thought you hated me. Now you’re saying that you left a hot girl who was trying to get in your pants just to make sure I was safe,” I ask. That seriously doesn’t sound like the Warren I know. Then again, I wouldn’t have expected the Warren I know to dick me down at a frat party either.

“Y/n I obviously don’t hate you. And even if I did, I still wouldn’t have let that guy drug you. I’m not that kind of guy,” he says, sounding a bit offended that I thought that of him. I’m seeing a part of Warren tonight that I had no idea existed. We approach my house, tossing our cigarette butts in the trash can beside the mailbox.

“No, I know, Warren,” I smile downwards, looking away from his stern gaze. “You’re actually a pretty good guy,” I laugh nervously. He grins as he leans against his car that’s parked on the curb right outside my home.

“I’m really glad you said that right now. I’m also glad that since I saved you, we’re even,” he smiles as he walks around to his driver door, reaching into his pocket. I stand on the sidewalk, looking at him confused.

“What Are You-“ he tosses me something, I instinctively catch it, clamping it between my two hands. I raise an eyebrow, almost afraid to see what’s in my hands. Warren chuckles as he gets in his car, starting it up as his radio starts blaring his ‘The Offspring’ CD.

I bend forward, he rolls down the passenger window. I look down into my hands to see my favorite lighter broken. The top of the zippo snapped off from the base. My expression falls, rage flooding my senses.

“Warren!” I scream, more pissed off at him then I’ve ever been. He quickly reminded me of why it is that I hate him so much.

“Yeah, my bad,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “You should really keep your stuff picked up off the floor,” he shrugs. I can’t even form a sentence right now. I knew this dumbass took my lighter. “Now get inside so I can leave,” he says motioning with his hand towards the door. I’m so shocked and exhausted- physically and emotionally- from tonight’s events that I just turn and leave. My face still contorted in anger, I silently walk up the steps and into my house.

Out of curiosity, I glance out the window at Warren. He waits a couple seconds after I shut the door to pull out of his parallel parking spot. I sigh, leaning against the door.

This was the strangest night of my life

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daleyeahson · 1 year

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Girl on Film | Perv!Eddie Munson x Best Friend Reader: Part 3

Summary: After days of not seeing or hearing anything from Eddie, you finally snap. When you confront him about your feelings, it’s not exactly what he had hoped to hear.

Warnings: angst, cursing, I’m just gonna go ahead and say 18+ minors dni mainly bc of what has happened before and that stuff gets briefly mentioned in here so… yeah lol

Word count: 2.9k

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A/n: I’m sorry this took a little longer than expected to get released! I’ve been a little busy and tbh at first I didn’t know where I wanted this story to go so that also slowed the whole process lol thank you guys for your continued love and support! You have no idea how much it truly means to me.. Enjoy! x

It’s Monday morning and Eddie slowly stirs awake. Stretching as much as he could, he turns his head over to look at the alarm clock. 6:45am. He then turns his head to the opposite side only to be met with the sight of your naked body. Your back facing him and the sheets covering just the lower half of you. Panic sets in before he has a chance to really take in the view. He starts to freak out as his questions from last night enter his mind once again.

He tries to convince himself that he’s just overreacting and that you must’ve genuinely felt the same way he did, right? If you didn’t, why would you do all of that with him? Why would you play along with the whole camcorder situation? He began to think that maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing for you. That maybe you just wanted to have fun with this and not get romantically involved. He also thought of how maybe you’d wake up and regret this whole weekend and then things would be forever changed between the two of you.

With every question of “what if?” or “why?” that crossed his mind, he knew one thing for sure. He did not want to stick around and find out. He couldn’t handle the possibility of rejection or the idea of losing you as his best friend. He needed to think things over before diving into that conversation with you. So, without a moments notice, Eddie does what he does best. He runs.

Or at least he tries too. He gently gets out of the bed, trying his best not to wake you and rushes to go take a quick shower. While he’s in the bathroom, you wake up to the sound of the water running. Still a little bit groggy, you slip on another oversized t-shirt since the one you had on yesterday was now torn in two thanks to a certain someone. You decided against wearing pants, not having the energy this morning to deal with putting them on. Plus, at this point, Eddie has seen you in a lot less, so you figured he wouldn’t have a problem with it.

You make your way to the kitchen in desperate need of something to drink. You pour yourself a glass of water and casually sip on it while having your back leaned against the counter. You hear the shower turn off and soon afterwards, the bathroom door opens. In such a hurry to leave, Eddie doesn’t even notice that you’re standing in the kitchen.

“Mornin’ Eddie, sleep well?”

“Jesus Christ!” He jumps at the sound of your voice. “I didn’t know you were awake,” he gives a nervous chuckle, “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I haven’t been up for long.. What’s got you up and ready to go out the door so early?”

“Uh…” Eddie pauses for a second, trying to find what to say. He doesn’t want to bring up the real reason he’s leaving, so he says the next thing that comes to mind. “School! Gotta head off the school, ya know, don’t wanna be late.”

You look at him and say with a raised eyebrow, “Since when did you, Eddie Munson, care about going to school, let alone getting there on time?”

He smiles softly at your comment, knowing that you had a good point.

“I figured dealing with the third go around of this shit, I might actually want to try for once before I end up graduating with Henderson’s class.”

You laugh. You know you’d never let that happen, but it was funny to picture him and Dustin posing for a photo together with their cap and gowns on holding their diplomas.

“Well before you go, do you want some breakfast? I can fix you something real quick. I know the stuff they serve in the cafeteria isn’t the best.”

Growing more anxious the longer he stands there, Eddie shakes his head, “N-no thanks. As much as I would love to, I don’t have the time. Still have to run home and change out of this,” he gestures to his sweats, “and you know how long it takes to get my whole get up on. At this rate, I’ll be lucky if I get there before the first bell rings.”

You try not to show a look of disappointment on your face. You wished he would stay a little longer, but you understood his reasons. If you were in his shoes, you’d want to do everything possible to make sure you didn’t have to repeat your senior year again too.

“Oh, well, I’ve got to start getting ready for work in a few anyway, so no biggie. Give me a call though afterwards, yeah? I’ll be back home this evening, probably around six.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just gives you a slight nod and walks out the door. Driving off in his van, he makes his way back home. Once there, he heads to his room and spots the camcorder still sitting in the same spot he left it. He really did plan on going to school, but after seeing that and being reminded once again how all of this got started, he decided to stay home. There was no way he could focus on any of his classes after that.

You started getting ready for work not long after Eddie left. Taking a quick shower yourself and changing into your uniform. You pulled your hair back to keep it out of your face and applied a light, natural makeup look. You weren’t one to really wear makeup to begin with, but being a waitress, it seemed to help get you better tips so you didn’t mind having to wear it while you were at work.

You worked at a small diner right on the edge of town, only a 15 minute drive from your place. It wasn’t the best job, but it paid the bills. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it, you loved your coworkers and got along well with the regulars you had, but being on your feet for hours on end for most days of the week was exhausting.

Your work day was the same as always. A group of older gentlemen would always come in early for some breakfast which usually consisted of biscuits and gravy all while talking for hours, getting refill after refill of coffee. You gained a few more customers when lunch rush hit, but things never picked up until it came closer to dinner time. You’d always get busy around then, mainly having truckers stop by for a good hot meal after being on the road all day. You didn’t mind though, you loved hearing the stories they’d tell about the places they’ve been and things they’ve seen. It always helped make the work day go by a little faster.

When your shift came to an end, you made your way back home. Feet aching from the day, all you wanted was to get out of these clothes and go to bed. You didn’t even think about the fact that Eddie said he would call. All that was on your mind now was getting some much needed rest.

When Tuesday had came and gone and still no word from him, you started to wonder why Eddie hasn’t been back over or called. You didn’t really pay much mind to it, thinking he must’ve been exhausted like you were last night after playing his gig at the Hideout with the Corroded Coffin boys.

Wednesday was a different story though. That evening, you made your way over to Family Video to pick out movies for the sleepover this weekend. It was supposed to be at Eddie’s place this time, but after not hearing from him for days, you weren’t sure if he even wanted to have it. You walk in and was greeted by Robin who stood at the front counter.

“Hey, y/n! Picking out more movies for you and Eddie this weekend?”

“Yeah,” you say in an unsure tone, “I guess I am.”

“You guess? What’s that supposed to mean?”

You sigh and start to explain everything to her. Just the part of not hearing from Eddie in a while, she didn’t need to know the rest and you still hadn’t even talked about it with Eddie himself. It would feel wrong to discuss those things with another person before him, even if Robin was one of your closest friends.

“It’s just, I don’t know. I’m not sure if he wants to have the sleepover this weekend. After he left my place Monday morning for school, I haven’t heard from him since. I figured maybe he was tired from his gig last night, but I still haven’t heard anything from him today either. It’s just weird not seeing or hearing from him, ya know? He’s never done this before.”

“Wait, you said he left Monday morning for school?” She asks and you give her a nod. “Eddie wasn’t at school Monday. Like at all.”

“What?” You looked at her with confusion written all over your face.

Not at school? What does she mean not at school? Why would he say that’s why he had to leave your place so early and then not go? Maybe he was late getting there and she just didn’t see him.

Robin went on to explain, “Yeah. He borrowed my biology notes and was supposed to give them back to me at lunch, but he wasn’t there. I asked the guys at the Hellfire table if they’d seen him but they said he never showed up that morning.”

What the hell? Why didn’t he go? More importantly, why did he lie to you about going in the first place? Your blood started to boil at the thought of him lying to you. You had been friends forever, why would he feel the need to lie? You explained to Robin that you had to go, not getting the movies you had planned on picking up. You needed to get home to think about some things. What the fuck was Eddie’s problem?

Thursday evening rolled around and still no word. You finally decided to give him a call instead of waiting for him. You knew he should be home from school right now, if he even went this time, and he didn’t have band practice or anything like that. You reach for the phone and dial his number. After a few rings, a mans voice spoke on the line.

“Hello?” Wayne. You didn’t think he’d be home right now. He must’ve been getting ready to leave for work when you called.

“Hey, Uncle Wayne, is Eddie around?” You ask.

Wayne looks over at Eddie standing in the living room, signaling for him to say that he wasn’t there and couldn’t talk.

Wayne sighs before answering, “No, I’m sorry, sweetheart. He’s not here at the moment. I could take a message for him if you’d like though.”

There it was, another lie. Now he’s even getting other people to do it for him? Unbelievable.

“Just tell him to give me a call when he gets a chance, okay?” You tried to not sound frustrated, but Wayne could tell you were upset.

“Will do.” He hangs up the phone and looks up at Eddie once again.

“Boy, I don’t know what the hell is going on between you two, but whatever it is, not talking to her about it isn’t going to solve the problem.”

Eddie looks down at his feet, embarrassed that Wayne is lecturing him over something that he should’ve already taken care of.

“I know, Wayne, it’s just..” he tries to think of the best way to explain this to his uncle without having to go further into detail about it all, “things are just a bit..complicated right now, okay? I promise I’ll talk to her soon. I just need some time to think about things.”

Wayne takes the hint that Eddie doesn’t want to get into the subject of what’s going on and gives him a sympathetic look. Not really knowing what it was that was making things complicated between you both, but knew whatever it may be was causing his boy to be in misery.

Grabbing his jacket and getting ready to head out the door, he turns and with a sigh he says to Eddie, “Well, whatever it is, you guys have been friends all your lives. You’ll be able to get through it, okay? Don’t sweat it, kid.”

And with that he heads out the door, leaving Eddie to stew in his own thoughts about everything.

You on the other hand, were pissed. Outraged. Angry.

How could he lie to you like that? Why would he even do such a thing? And then ignore your call when you finally reach out to him?

No, you weren’t gonna have it. Eddie was going to talk to you face to face about this whether he liked it or not. It was something that needed to be done, and you knew exactly when to do it.

It was finally Friday, you had just finished your shift at work and was heading home to change and shower. Eddie was making his way over to the high school to start setting up for his Hellfire campaign. You knew if he wasn’t going to come to you and talk about things, you’d have to go to him. And that’s exactly what you planned on doing. You knew he wouldn’t miss a Hellfire meeting no matter what, so he would definitely be there. He wouldn’t be able to hide from you no longer.

You arrived at the high school and made your way to the room where the boys would be at. As you got closer to the door, you could hear them screaming at one another. Most likely over something that just happened during the campaign. You then heard a familiar sound. One that usually filled you with joy, but this time it just made you fill up with more rage than you already had.

Eddie’s laugh.

It pissed you off to no end hearing it. Hearing him having a good time, as if nothing was wrong. As if he hasn’t been avoiding you like the plague all week.

Without any hesitation, you burst through the door. The room falls silent as everyone looks over to see who interrupted them in the middle of their campaign. When Eddie’s eyes finally met yours, he could see how upset you were.

“Oh shit.”, He whispers to himself.

You march your way over where he was, sat on his throne, and you point your finger at his face.

“Where the hell have you been? Hm?”

Before Eddie has a chance to say anything, you continue on with your rant.

“All week! You haven’t called or stopped by to see me all fucking week! You never do that. Ever. We have been best friends forever and now suddenly, without warning you decide to just disappear? What the hell is your problem? Why have you been ignoring me?”

Eddie sat there, speechless and paralyzed from shock. He wasn’t expecting you to just show up randomly. He thought he would have more time to think over things before talking to you. He also didn’t expect to be having this conversation in front of the entire Hellfire Club, either.

“Say something!” You yell at him. Still, Eddie can’t find the words. Mouth moving as if he wants to say something but nothing comes out. You were mad before, but now standing here having him just stare at you not saying a word, it sends you over the edge.

“Fuck you, Eddie.” You spewed hatred towards him. “I can not believe after everything you did to me this weekend, you have the fucking audacity to not only ignore me and my calls, but blatantly lie to my face and have Wayne lie for you too. I already know you didn’t go to school Monday, Robin confirmed it for me. I seriously can’t believe you right now!”

You were fuming and after a few seconds of Eddie still not saying a word, you look at him and reach your hand out.

“Give me my key.”

“W-what?” Eddie finally is able to breathe out a word, and of course, it’s not what you wanted to hear.

“You heard me…Give. me. my. key.”

When he doesn’t move to give it, you yell again, still beyond frustrated with him.

“NOW!”

With trembling hands, Eddie reaches for it. He slowly takes the spare key to your apartment off the key ring and places it in your hand. You walk back over to the door, turning to him one last time before you leave.

“Don’t bother calling or coming over anymore. Not until you actually grow the fuck up for once. Until then, I’m done. I don’t need to put up with you and all of your bullshit, especially not after what happened.”

You slam the door shut, leaving the boys there in silence. Walking back out of the school, you feel hot tears running down your face. In this moment, you could care less. You just wanted to go home and forget about everything that has happened this past week.

Eddie is left sitting there, staring at the door trying to hold back the tears in his eyes that are fighting to spill over the edge. Gareth is the first one to break the silence.

“Dude, I don’t know what you did” he says looking away from the door and back over to Eddie, “but whatever it was, you really fucked up.”

Still not saying a word, Eddie thought to himself.

He really did fuck up this time.

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tkaulitzlvr · 9 months

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IF YOU WALK AWAY - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: tom has finally brought you to your breaking point, but once he makes a proposition that changes your relationship forever, will you be able to go through with leaving him?

content: angst

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"why can't you just listen to me tom, for once? i don't like them flirting with you, and i certainly don't like you fucking entertaining it, whilst i'm right next to you!" i shout across the room, palms flush against the counter, my breathing heavy as i become more and more frustrated.

this argument had been going on for at least a half hour now. tom had been doing an interview with tokio hotel, and as usual i came along, watching from the sidelines. each interview comes with signing the autographs of crazy fangirls, which i always dreaded. it wasn't tom that i didn't trust - it was them. but today, i came to the realisation that my doubts should’ve been placed on him way sooner. the way he had his hand on her shoulder, then flirted back with another girl, then had his eyes glued to another's cleavage, made me feel completely invisible. but, much to my surprise, he couldn't seem to understand where my anger was coming from, leading us to this point.

"they are my fans! what do you want me to do? you're acting like i'm cheating on you!" he shoots back, shaking his head and sighing heavily.

my mouth drops open at his cluelessness. "you can't be serious tom. i want you to have some respect for your girlfriend! is that so much to ask? and honestly, it wouldn't fucking surprise me if you had slept with someone else.” i fire back.

he pauses, a look of hurt washing over his face as he processes the allegation i have just made. "you really think that i'd cheat on you? do you not trust me at all?" he asks, clenching his jaw. whilst that was a strong accusation to make, the things i saw today made the thought no longer seem so crazy.

"what else am i supposed to think? the way you look at them, basically eye-fucking them, whilst i stand next to you. do you know how humiliating that is for me tom? do you have any fucking idea?"

"can you stop overreacting jesus christ?" he raises his voice, throwing his arms into the air. "i don't know how many fucking times we will go through this, i'm with you not them. why do you let the smallest fucking things bother you? i'm tired of having this conversation with you when you blow literally everything way out of proportion."

“you really don’t get it, do you?” i scoff, clenching my jaw as any patience i had is now lost.

“if i had given you a reason to act like this then yeah, i would! but you’re acting out over me interacting with fans! do you realise how ridiculous you sound?” he responds, moving closer towards me, testing the waters as to whether i will blow up further at him attempting to near our proximity, or allow him to touch me.

“so flirting with other girls is just a daily interaction, huh? something you do so nonchalantly it doesn’t even cross your fucking mind, until i call you out and you act like i’m some crazy, controlling girlfriend who can’t handle you speaking to other girls? i won’t have you turn this shit around on me tom, you’re the one that’s fucked up here!” i yell, pointing at his chest and hitting it slightly, my breathing heavy as i anticipate his response.

he sighs, accepting the small hit and looking into my eyes, his still angry, but he doesn’t fire back. instead, he takes a deep breath before sternly speaking, his voice harsh yet composed. “look, can you just calm down? i need to cool off, we can talk about this when you’ve stopped acting so irrational.” he slowly replies, turning around and beginning to walk towards the couch.

"irrational? fuck you tom. you know what, if you want to flirt with them, i'm not gonna stop you. i'm not gonna fight for you anymore. go ahead and sleep with them. do whatever, i'm done." i shout, walking to our shared bedroom and angrily grabbing a suitcase before he can respond, throwing my clothes in there, his footsteps soon following.

"what? no, are you crazy? baby stop, you're not thinking straight. i'm sorry okay?" he pleads, placing his hand on my shoulder and attempting to pull me into a hug.

"get off of me!" i say, tearing myself out of his grasp and continuing to pack everything i can find into my suitcase. whilst i would love to accept his embrace, melting into it as i usually would after an argument, i can't this time.

"stop, please. can we just...talk about this? don't leave me, i love you-"

"no you don't tom! if you loved me, you wouldn't flirt with people right in front of me, and you'd understand when i confront you about it! look just, don't make this any harder than it has to be." i interrupt, my voice trailing off as tears begin to cloud my vision, threatening to spill out at any second. i zip up the suitcase, biting my tongue to stop my emotions getting the better of me, and turn towards the door.

"fuck- can you just... slow down, please? i can't lose you my love. i won't be anything without you." his voice is becoming shaky now as he stands in front of the doorway of our bedroom, blocking my way.

"tom move. it's over." i say bluntly, tears rolling down my cheeks as i tightly clutch the suitcase.

"no! no. i'm not giving up on us." he shakes his head, not moving and instead staring into my eyes pleadingly, searching for any hint that i am changing my mind.

"you're making this so much more difficult." i whisper, unable to control the tears as they roll down my cheeks, dripping onto the floor.

"what because i want to fix this? why are you giving up so easily, you know that we can move past this, but you're not even gonna fucking try? this is such bullshit and you know it." he replies, his voice wavering. he is becoming angry, losing his ability to talk calmly as 2 adults would, his hopeless begging now turning into bursts of unanticipated rage.

“you didn’t care this much 5 minutes ago. why now? just get out of my way.” i demand, becoming tired of his desperate pleas to stop me. my mind is made, and though i wish things were different, i know that i can’t let him win.

shaking my head, i manage to push past him, bolting for the door. my hand hesitantly reaches the handle, about to turn it, before his voice stops me in my tracks.

"if you walk out that door," he begins, as i turn to face him. his eyes are glossy, eyebrows furrowed. he pauses, almost debating on speaking his mind. he takes a deep breath, before continuing. "then i don't want to see you again."

my stomach turns, feeling as if i have been punched in the gut, because those words have the same impact. my mouth opens to say something, but i cannot find the right words. instead, i stand there stunned, my hand still fixed on the door handle. tom looks at me in a way that i have never seen before, his lips pursed together as he blinks slowly, tears falling down his soft skin once he reopens his eyes.

"you don't mean that." i reply, my voice coming out as a whisper. i hope that he is bluffing, that he is saying those words just to get me to stay, somewhere in my mind convincing me that he would never leave me - for good. however the way his gaze refuses to falter, his beautiful eyes staring into mine, tells me that he is telling the truth.

"if you leave, then i can't see you again." he re-iterates, his voice breaking. his mind is working against his heart, he knows that he cannot live without me, but is willing to say literally anything to make me stay, no matter how irrational.

"fuck." i mutter, moving my hand away from the handle and instead roughly slamming it against the door. my eyes squeeze shut, lips quivering as i shake my head, sliding down the door until my body collapses there, sobbing as i cannot bring myself to leave, no matter how hard i try. the idea of never seeing him again makes my heart ache, the possibility of it becoming a reality terrifying me so much that i cannot even think of walking away anymore.

"why do i have to love you so much? it makes this shit so much harder." i ask, looking upwards as my eyes meet with his. i am angry, confused, sad, every emotion courses through my mind, but most of all, i am in love. it is the thing that makes me act so crazy, that makes me lose all my morals. but i would lose everything all over again if it meant that i could be with tom.

his face softens as he slowly approaches me, sitting down beside me and grabbing my face in his hands, holding it so gently as if it could break. slowly, he begins kissing the tears from my face, one by one, not letting anymore fall as his lips touch my cheeks repeatedly, replacing the bitterness with his warm kiss, until they are no longer falling.

"i love you." is all he says, caressing my cheek with his thumb, staring into my eyes lovingly, his still bloodshot from the tears he shed.

"my heart hurts." i begin, placing my hands over his. "but i'll never be able to stop it from loving you."

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rosie-writings · 23 days

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Take Everything

Summary: Dream works non stop on a project for months, and even after it’s finished he still seems like he needs to relieve some stress.

Warnings: Dream x Reader smut, Semi-public sex (on Livestream), Teasing, Cockwarming, Rough sex, Hair pulling, Squirting

Words: 4.3k

No Use of Y/N

Title is from ‘Hypnosis’ by Sleep Token

My hands still ached from the shenanigans we got up to in the early morning hours last weekend. It’s far from me to reject any kind of outing with Sam and Colby, and it’s definitely unlike me to finish an adventure completely unscathed.

It was a simple miscalculation.

Colby was pissed because if I was any weaker I would have fallen 60 feet to broken concrete blanketed with glass, and to that I agreed. It would have sucked.

Two hospital visits and eight days later, the slits across the palms of my hands were finally infection and tetanus free. They were wrapped with soft gauze, though, and while embarrassing, they were very relieving. I finally felt free to do what I wanted for myself.

Telling Dream what happened when I got home was honestly scarier than the actual situation.

“I really don’t understand why you would have to scale the outside of the building though, you’re a dumbass—“

“We went inside, Dream,” I exasperated. “Sam fell through the floor twice! We wanted to get to the top for pictures and I volunteered to go first. I didn’t think the literal fucking—the steel structure around the wall would cave in like that.”

“Well no shit! If you guys are falling through the floors then obviously the building’s gonna fucking collapse!”

“Dream—“

“No, don’t give me that. This is serious!”

“I know it is—“

“Listen to me,” he demanded. My throat closed tightly as he took my wrists in his hands so he could see the damage. Bandages still covered the wounds, but we both knew how nasty they were. “This can’t happen every goddamn time you go out with them or else you won’t anymore.”

“And you’re the one who decides that?”

“Since you clearly can’t for yourself, yeah!”

“What the fuck is going on down here?” We both looked as George entered the room from the stairs. I yanked my hands from Dream to hide the bandages, but George already saw. “What happened to you?”

”Just went out with Sam and Colby—“

“Tell her that she can’t climb old nasty tetanus ridden buildings without gloves anymore.”

”What is wrong with you?” His face twisted with disgust.

“George—“

“No, get away from me, ew.” And he passed us as he shook his head. “You’re ridiculous. Dream’s the only one who will give you sympathy around here and if even he thinks you’re an idiot then you won’t like me very much either.” I rolled my eyes and turned back to Dream. He stared back at me.

”I’m going to bed. You guys are ridiculous.”

”Okay but risking infection and, I don’t fucking know, death is a big deal. You’re being ridiculous.”

”Whatever, Dream,” I sighed as I took two stares at a time. “You can’t be upset that my version of fun is different than yours.”

”My version of fun doesn’t risk my damn life. And I thought you said you were going to bed?” He shouted as I walked down the hallway towards our soundproofed offices.

”I’m sleeping in my office so I don’t have to listen to you guys bitch at me anymore.”

”Jesus Christ.”

I shared a bed with Dream now. My room was used as the last remaining guest bedroom in this house—the other house has many more rooms for that—but in a couple days Punz planned to Use it for two weeks until his apartment was ready which was fine by me unless Dream didn’t shape up his attitude. I didn’t have any serious plans of leaving his bed, I just didn’t anticipate a lack of freedom in my decision making process.

Don’t get me wrong; none of the boys were overbearing or overprotective of me at all, even Dream, but I forgot what it was like to come home to questioning eyes wondering where I had been and why my hands were covered in bandages. I lived by myself for so long that I forgot what it was like to share life with other people. Blessings and curses.

I curled myself up in the blankets of the bed and sleep came over me immediately when I closed my eyes. It was too comfortable. Not nearly as comfortable as our bed downstairs, but the pure silence in the pitch black room lulled me to sleep like no other.

Three days later I told George that he was right, and he must have felt bad about my multiple hospital trips and infected wounds because he didn’t even bask in the glory of my fess up.

Eight days later I knew I was on the up and up, and my wounds healed rightly. I stressed Dream out. I could tell, and mixed with everything else going on, he was one more mishap from breaking.

Multiple videos between the three boys were scheduled, and they included incredibly large amounts of time, energy, and money to finish, that by the end of the day—if either of them took a break—there was nothing to do but scarf down their single meal of the day then sleep for ten hours just to do it all over again. At least they deserved everything they had; they worked harder than anyone else I had ever seen.

Dream’s video was finished. His workdays were infinitely shorter now, and he only needed to do finishing touches on other things and get his ducks in order. What he needed to do most, though, was relax. I think we got a solid seven words in to each other every night before sleeping for an eternity and I was impatient. I worked just as hard as them and traveled as well, so when there was any down time, of course we slept like there was no tomorrow.

Until the livestream.

The three live-streamed the night before the first video release, and they played games with friends for a while. It was good—fantastic even—for Dream’s mental health. It didn’t look like he wanted to shrivel up at any happenstance any longer and for that I was grateful.

He just wouldn’t chill. Even with the hard part of the video making process behind him, the stress still kindled inside of him.

Good thing I was so much better at breaking things than putting them back together.

I don’t know what came over me, but with the tension within the house ceasing and my hands not being the problem they were, I was ready for some strife. A little bit of chaos.

And a lot more closeness with Dream.

We had been dating for six months and pining after each other for almost two years and somehow I could count on one hand how many times we had sex. It wasn’t a problem, yet anyway, but if he wouldn’t calm down and separate his work from his non-existent personal life, it would be.

Not because I was selfish but because he deserved to not work himself sick.

I didn’t think twice when I silently opened his office door. Not silently per-say; Dream’s eyes quickly darted to me with concern, but enough that his mic didn’t pick it up.

He muted.

”What’s wrong?”

”Nothing,” I said sweetly. He hesitated and blinked quickly. I walked over to him.

“Did—Are you wanting to be on stream?”

”No.”

”Oh.”

More silence.

”I—I was going to unmute now—oh.” He froze and backed from his desk more when I walked over and straddled his lap. He looked up at me with bright eyes. God, I loved them. And I loved the fact that they stared back at me for longer than a couple seconds.

“You can unmute now.”

”But I—no, what are you doing?”

”Sitting? Obviously.”

”I’m streaming.”

”I know.”

He sucked in a quick breath as I watched the realization click.

“Just tell me if you—“

He unmuted. I held my breath as I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around his neck. My chin rested on his shoulder and I closed my eyes to hush the rushing of my heart.

Already, the heat between us sent chills across my skin.

Now that I was where I wanted to be, suddenly the confidence drained. I didn’t check the viewer countâ—good thing too or else I probably would have turned and left his office in a flash—but I knew it wasn’t too good for my blood pressure. I was frozen against him. The heat spread down my body and pooled in my pants. I didn’t listen to what he said, but I felt the way his body vibrated from his voice. It almost lulled me to sleep. But then it happened.

He slowly pushed his hips up and leaned back more to give me more access.

That was all I needed. Just one push.

And I felt him, all of him.

I rolled my hips into his and butterflies twisted in my stomach from the sound of his shaking breath. I couldn’t stop. My hand held the side of his neck, thumb brushed his face, as I kissed and bit down on his neck for security. I needed something for my hands to do, something for my mouth to do, or else a lot more would come from his mic than the viewers paid for.

“Mmm—“ He made a more prominent noise and I did the same movement over and over. That was when one of his hands finally came down on me. Of course he didn’t unmute yet. I knew he wasn’t that gone, and some evil part of me wanted him to be so I kept on and on.

Maybe I was the one we should be worried about. My throat ran dry from the amounts of pressure I mustered to keep quiet. He felt too good against me, and I thought he would be the one falling apart too fast.

Suddenly he pushed his chair back.

”What—“

“Off,” he demanded and cut off my whisper. He had to be muted. I looked down where his fingers pulled back the waistband of my pants. All too quickly, I leapt to my feet and yanked them off me. “God, what is wrong with you?” His voice broke into frustrated whining, but he definitely didn’t push me away.

His hand rose in between my legs and the other pulled me onto his lap again.

“Oh fuckâ—“ I gasped and released some of the pent up tension in my throat. Of course he didn’t invade my underwear yet, pay back, but he did tease me to the point where I thrusted my hips back and forth on his hand for something harder than his light touches.

”Can feel how turned on you are already, you want me that bad?”

”Can you blame me?” I moaned through gritted teeth. He sat back and got closer to his desk again.

”I know, baby, I know,” he sighed and unmuted again.

This time I bit down on his shoulder as the pleasure radiated through me. Good thing he wore at least a hoodie because then it would have interrupted his words. He pulled his hand away only for the pressure between us to intensify. I grinded against him faster, and I nearly blacked out at how painfully hard he felt against me. Finally his head tossed back with closed eyes.

Not until he made noises would I make noises.

”Come on, stop playing,” he whispered so quietly it made me furl inside myself. He leaned forward and focused on his conversations and games. With shaking arms and legs, I lifted myself up and tugged at the waistband of his pants. I only pulled the front of them down enough for access; I couldn’t waste another second and he wasn’t in a place to mute or take his hands from the keyboard for a moment.

He stuttered his words when I pulled him from his pants and stroked him slowly. I knew he couldn’t get mad at me for doing it during a crucial moment; he told me to stop messing around and I did.

I watched him as he focused on the screens behind me with glazed over eyes. Then I pushed my underwear to the side and sank down on him.

First his eyebrows lifted in pleasure and his lips parted with shakiness, and then I heard quicker clicking on the keyboard. I bit on my own lips to make myself shut the hell up. Holy shit, too good. He felt too good I could barely keep myself together.

I couldn’t tell if it was from the unbearable amount of time without being filled like this or if it was the fact that I chose a livestream of all moments to tease the life out of him, but the pleasure was insurmountable as it traveled through my body like powerful acidic waves.

I moved faster.

I held onto him; my fingers laced through his hair and pulled. He pulled back, and there it was. He was losing his cool. I knew it too, obviously. With my hands in his hair, I could get him to do whatever I wanted. I didn’t care if I took advantage of it; he hadn’t complained about it yet.

”Fuck, you feel so good,” I whispered every so quietly in his hair and he fucked his hips forward. I slapped a hand over my mouth.

“You got to be good for me and be quiet if you want to fuck me when I’m streaming like this,” he spat. Then turned back to his game. I didn’t know when he was muted and when he wasn’t; perhaps that was the torture he was able to put me through.

And when he pushed his hips forward, the breath was knocked out of me from the

“Dream—!”

A loud click on his keyboard led a groan, and he kicked us away from the desk harshly.

“You’re so in trouble,” he moaned quietly as if he were still unmuted, even though I knew he would never risk that, and he leaned back in his chair with both hands holding my waist tightly. “Wasn’t fucking muted.”

”Sorry,” I stuttered and then I let all the moans I kept inside pour out. He looked up at me and held my hair back. Tears welled in my eyes from the feeling of how deep he pushed.

”You trying to act up or something?”

“How do you know that wasn’t the plan?” I choked out in between moans as his hands guided me up and down for himself. I don’t think I moved anymore; he used me like he had clearly been dying to.

“Oh so you want me to tear you apart?”

“Please—“ I gasped. “I need you so bad.”

“You think you need me that bad? We’ll see how bad you need it if you can be patient for another 20 minutes.”

“Not if you can’t last that long—“ My sentence hardly left my mouth before he slapped my ass. I fell into him and bit down on my arm. And his hips met mine harsher.

”Oh my fucking god—Dream yes please, you feel so—“

”Yeah?” He laughed. “That’s what I thought. Keep—holy shit—keep fucking doing that.”

And he went back to his game. Cruelly, might I add.

It went on.

I went faster and faster, then harsh hands would still my waist. I knew he bruised me, and in a few hours he would kiss them and repeatedly say sorry, but I didn’t care. I wanted them. Needed them; I needed him permanently on my body, in my body.

”Oh my—“ he gasped suddenly and his fingertips and nails dug into my skin. I yelped and watched his face as his eyes shut tightly and lips part. I slowed my movements and simply watched him; my thumb pulled at his bottom lip as he came to.

”Stop it,” he said. “I’m so—fucking stop!” He must have muted.

”What? You going to cum or something?”

”I swear to god,” he laughed. I bit my lip from laughing at him, but he yanked me down on him and I couldn’t move anymore. “You make me cum and I won’t touch you for a month.”

”Dream—“ I gasped. That was too much.

”Yeah, I’m fucking serious, baby.”

”Just—Just hurry then.”

I leaned my head on his shoulder as my body burned. My desperation ate me alive until I yanked my hoodie off and tied my hair up so it wouldn’t touch my flushed skin.

Of course that distracted him for a moment. His eyes tore across my bare skin so I took the opportunity and moved faster. His hand grabbed me reflexively, but that was when he noticed the tears in my skin from his nails.

”Fuck,” he whispered. “Sor—“

”Uh-Hu,” I told him as I shook my head quickly. “Said I needed you.”

”About to-About to end now,” he gasped.

His own desperation melted the frustration and dominance from him like I anticipated. And god, I loved it.

I held onto him again to give him space and watch the screens and close the livestream. It took another two minutes, but when his headphones came off, I sat up again and brought my hips up and down properly.

”Holy shit!” He cried and tossed his head back.

”Fuck fuck fuck,” I laughed as I finally moved the way I wanted. For the first time I wasn’t uncomfortable with the sound of our skin against each other.

”Look so fucking good,” he moaned. His hands were still on my waist and led me up and down. And his eyes fell lower in between us.

I leaned back and supported my elbows on the edge of his desk.

“Please,” I gasped.

”Please what?” Fuck that ridiculous airy teasing tone. As much as it irritated me, it crawled under my skin and told me I needed more and more.

”Just fuck me already, I need it so hard, please—“ I was out of his lap in an instant. I held onto him as he stumbled with me to the bed. “Dream—holy shit—“

He pinned me to the soft bedding with a kiss. I tugged him down by his hair. I couldn’t believe how riled up I was; sure it had been over 30 minutes of this push and pull, but this was something new. Something I hadn’t experienced before.

I moaned loudly in his mouth the moment he finally took control. He stood up and his hands fell down to where they belonged.

”You are so fucking bad,” he laughed. “I cannot believe we did this.”

”Just needed you,” I whined. I couldn’t tell if he could understand what I said through the loudness of my moans. Thank god the offices were soundproof. I had no idea if George or Sapnap were still live.

”I know.” His voice was quieter; face softened as if he felt bad. “Wanted you for so damn long.” Then he leaned down and finally my arms wrapped around him to keep him close. I fell lost under his kisses and touches, and I wanted so badly for him to stay close, but that itch deep inside of me wasn’t being scratched. Fuck, I loved the closeness, it was all I ever wanted the past few months. However, I needed to feel.

Sometimes I couldn’t feel without intensity.

”Harder, please I need it; want it so bad—“

”Yeah? Is that really what you want?” His whisper pulled a groan out of me, and he pushed the hair around my face that fell from the ponytail I haphazardly made.

Tears blurred my vision all over again. My back arched in frustration.

“Yes! Obviously, just—“

”What do you say?” Again, that sweet tone stung my bones. My heart melted under his hands and that stupid gleam of boyish anticipation in his gaze set me off.

”Please! Please fuck me, I need you so deep inside of me. Want to feel you for days.”

”Turn over, baby.” My stomach fell out of its place as I scrambled around. My stomach met his bed as my toes hit the floor. I balled the blankets in my hands and held my breath to prepare—

All at once, the room spun around me and my body was lit on fire. He shoved himself inside of me and stopped holding back. I pushed my face into the bed because yeah, the offices were soundproof, but I don’t think they were that soundproofed. A trail of expletives and words I couldn’t remember spilled out of me as he filled me relentlessly.

”Oh my fucking god, ugh—“ His moans filled the air this time, and that was when I felt a harsh tug in my hair. He grabbed my ponytail at the roots and yanked. With a gasp, I lifted into the air and supported myself on the bed with my hands. “No no,” he said with a shakingly quiet voice. “That’s not fair; don’t cover your face with the blankets. Want to hear you. Tell me how good it feels.”

”Oh fuck!” If he wanted to hear me, then he would hear me because I ran out of stamina to keep quiet. “So-So good, Dream, you feel so good. Can-Can feel you everywhere.”

”Yeah? Tell me you love it. Tell me you love how hard I fuck you.”

”Holy shit I love it. I love how hard you fuck me—oh my god—you feel so damn good. I love you.”

”I love you too, baby,” he said in my hair; he still didn’t let go of it. After he kissed my head, his fingers on my hips tightened. “Now tell me when you want to cum.”

”I already have to, please, please let me cum already.”

”You’re so cute—oh fuck—but I told you to tell me when you want to.”

”I want to!” My voice broke. God, the pressure was too much. It built too much too fast; I didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t allow me to soon. “I want to cum now.”

”You do?”

Shit.

That tone again.

That stupid sweetheart tone.

“But what have you done to deserve it?”

”I’m-I’m so good for you I-I didn’t make you cum earlier, I told you how good you feel, I-I—”

”Trying to convince me you’re so good for me?”

”Oh my fucking—Dream I’m serious I’m going to. I can’t fucking—“

”Okay baby, holy shit, I know I’m—oh my god I’m cumming.“ The pleasure was all too much for me to handle so I couldn’t process anything else he said. He pulled out of me, and when he did, the pressure released.

All of it happened in a few seconds—

I think I cried his name when my orgasm took me by the throat. My eyes clamped shut and knees gave out; the only reason I didn’t fall to them was because his hand hooked under my hips still. My body writhed from the pleasure, and I was still coming to terms with how much of a mess I made. My thighs pressed together when rivers drenched them and I felt a few cold drops hit the bottom of my legs and feet.

After he finished over me, which was so quick I didn’t even think he had to touch himself after he pulled out, his hand trailed from my hips to my front. I knew he tried to get everything out of me, but I didn’t want it. I did, but I couldn’t handle it.

”Dream! Oh my god, no no no I can’t—“

”Again for me, I know you can; it was so fucking hot.”

”Fuck!“ I shouted again and my hand tried to grab his.

”Hell no,” he laughed. When I felt his free hand reach over and grab mine, I ultimately gave up. Once he grabbed my other wrist, he pinned them to my back. “Squirt for me, do it again baby. Drench me.” And the second his fingers worked me again, I let go and finally, it felt complete.

I relaxed into the blankets with vain attempts to catch my breath. Dream let go of my hands gently and kissed up my back.

“I’m sorry, baby.” There it was. His voice was quiet as he said those words just as I anticipated.

”For what?” I really gasped for breath trying to gather myself. His hands grazed my skin and I felt his eyes staring at every part of me.

“Well hold on,” he said as I tried to move. “I’m using your pants, okay?”

”Whatever,” I laughed.

“I shouldn’t have neglected you to this point,” he spoke as he cleaned his release off my skin. “I feel bad and don’t want to hurt you—“

”Dream,” I grumbled and turned over when he finished cleaning me.

Holy fuck.

It would take a lot for him to convince me to take him from behind for a while. The flush of his face, how messy his hair was, and that hazy gaze in his eyes were too intoxicating for me to miss out on again.

”I want you to relax. You have been so damn stressed and working for so long that I just wanted you to release your pent up stress. I thought finishing the video would help, but it didn’t really seem to do it.”

”So you thought fucking me on stream would?” I laughed and felt my face heat up.

”I mean, it made you upset enough to fuck the shit out of me and you already seem to feel better.” I touched his face and he leaned into it. His hand covered mine.

”I know, I do.” It sounded like he didn’t want to admit it, but at least he did. “We’ll all take a long long break once everything for this project is finalized.”

”Good. Because you really deserve it.”

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Love, Rosie

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picky-and-corrupted-picky · 2 months

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INCORRECT QUOTES AGAIN!!!!

'cause I'm still sick-

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Picky: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

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Bobby: At this point, I'm holding myself together with glitter glue.

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Crafty: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Bubba: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.

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Crafty: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

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Hoppy: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

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Bubba: Ok, first of all, what the fuck?

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Kickin, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Kickin, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

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Kickin: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

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Hoppy: Kids don't even call you a doodoo head anymore. They just call you a bitch.

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Kickin: So apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually "Severe psychological distress."

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Picky: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Picky: *upends the bottle*

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Bubba: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Hoppy: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Kickin: Guess who got shit done today? Kickin: Not me, but congrats to somebody out there.

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Bubba: Time for plan G. Bobby: Don’t you mean plan B? Bubba: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Crafty: What about plan D? Bubba: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Hoppy: What about plan E? Bubba: I’m hoping not to use it. Kickin dies in plan E. Picky: I like plan E.

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Bubba: I CAN'T DO IT! Bobby, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Bubba: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Picky: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Bubba: Bubba: I appreciate it, Bubba: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Hoppy: Bubba- Bubba: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Crafty: Bubba we gotta- Bubba: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Bubba: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Bubba, motioning to Kickin: NOT FUCKING THIS

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Bubba: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Hoppy: What if it bites me and it dies!? Crafty: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Hoppy, learn to listen. Kickin: What if it bites itself and I die? Picky: That’s voodoo. Hoppy: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Bobby: That’s correlation, not causation. Crafty: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Kickin: That’s kinky. Bubba: Oh my God.

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Twisted!Bubba and Violent!Kickin by @smiling-psychopaths

Lovesick!Bobby by @protective-mama-bear

Corrupted!Picky by me :D

Emotionless!Crafty by @emotionless-craftycorn

Impulsive!Hoppy by @jumptothemoon

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime roleplay #smiling critters #smiling critters poppy playtime #smilling critters roleplay #ask picky!#picky piggy rp #poppy playtime picky piggy #picky piggy #bobby bearhug #bubba bubbaphant #hoppy hopscotch #craftycorn #kickinchicken

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talesfrommedinastation · 2 months

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My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'Bad Territory'

As a few people have quickly surmised, the Bad Batch episode in which they go to Space Swampy Badtimes and punch gators was going to send Doug over the edge with joy. Y'all right!

So, turn up the CCR to 'Born on the Bayou', and prepare for some of the more unhinged things Doug's texted me.

CW: Little more mild, just excitement. When Doug starts rambling about Cajun food, just click here. He says it's one of the best places for boudin and bbq and they'll even process a deer you found on the highway.

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Episode 8: “::happy Cajun noises::”

Well we back in Space Daytona, outside the HMS Search Warrant because Daddy Rambo can’t afford a trailer now. Does that thing have air conditioning?

Man, Toaster Strudel’s always gone, is he a space trucker now or what.

Oh, man, it’s Church Lady! She don’t seem too upset by Ryan-from-Accounting being somewhere else, fighting the Space Balrog. But we know why she’s not sad.

(Does this involve Mayday?

"Who?"

Sassy Park Ranger?

"Hell yeah it does! He’s her beau."

What about Ryan-from-Accounting?

"I done told you once I tell you again RYAN-FROM-ACCOUNTING DIDN’T DESERVE THAT SMART INDEPENDENT WOMAN NONE!")

Maybe Daddy Warcrimes will hang out with Church Lady and she can double dip with him and Sassy Park Ranger. It’s Thanksgiving, dark meat and white meat are on the plate.

(WTF?!)

Well you know why Church Lady’s the Church Lady? She’s been talking to other church folks and if there’s one person who knows how to get info on people it’s the church ladies. Seriously, how do you think they organize EVERYTHING and know EVERYONE. You think they go to church for Jesus that’s a bald lie up in here.

So Julio fires up the stolen work truck and he and Daddy Rambo are off.

Wait, if that’s their home, where Little Orphan Blondie and Daddy Warcrimes sleeping? The beach? Come on now.

Aw, shit, man, is that THOTH STATION?! Meat Muffin, these show people reading your white trash love story book and made it into reality! They owe you MONEY GIRL! Think they’ll meet Fred Johnson or Anderson Dawes?!

And look it’s CAMINA DRUMMER!

Oh wait no that’s that Chick-that’s-in-Everything! Looks like she’s doing business with the guy Han Solo shot in the club. Think she’s selling him Columbian nose candy?

Well she’s drinking a whole thing of pinot, don’t blame her, I’d be drinking if Daddy Rambo was up in my club whining for names. Go on the Facebook, Daddy Rambo, it’d be easier.

They’re off somewhere else to help the Chick-that’s-in-Everything. OH MY SWEET TITS OF CHRIST THEY IN LOUISIANA AGAIN! IT’S AN OIL REFINERY! No one can breath! They got a PONTOON! Everything’s orange and sticky!

Oh look at them out in them stinky bayous of Terrebonne Parish! Man did they film this entire season in my home state like it’s the first season of True Detective now I wonder. Man that was a good show.

Aw man, mines in the water! It IS TERREBONNE PARISH! “He won’t expect us,” damn right he won’t. The Chick-Thats-In-Everything sure knows her shit. She’s a redneck hunter and the lady’s got grit. I wonder if she’s caught Steven Segal.

There better be OH MAN IT IS!

SPACE GATORS!!!!!

YEAH! PUNCH EM JULIO! SHOOT EM CHICK-THAT’S-IN-EVERYTHING! OH DADDY RAMBO GOT CAUGHT BUT JULIO PUNCHED IT TOO! PUNCHING GATORS AND THROWING KNIVES AND SHOOTING GUNS IN THE BAYOU, MEAT MUFFIN I LOVE THIS DAMN SHOW!!!!!

The only bad thing about this is now I need to go back to Thibodaux to Bourgeois and get some crawfish boudin, maybe some cracklings, some hogshead cheese too.

Daddy Warcrimes is doing that thing where you sit around and breathe. Jenny tells me to do that. I’m like woman I do that every damn day at work what’s the difference now.

They’re at the place–it’s a shack in the woods surrounded by home made bombs and the owner’s armed to the teeth?! MEAT MUFFIN THEY GONE DONE AND FILMED IT AT MY COUSIN CLAYTON'S HOUSE IN TERREBONNE PARISH NOW!!!!

Oh man it ain’t my cousin Clayton whose been weird since he got out of Angola, now they’re hunting Jeff Goldblum from The Fly! Except now he’s a mantis! Hate those things. Jenny set one on fire after she caught it snapping at one of her hummingbirds. That woman, man, you don’t mess with her garden, she’ll take out the hairspray and a lighter and make a torch out of it. Love her. Married two dozen years now.*

Oh! Jeff Goldblum is trying to escape–but the Chick-That’s-In-Everything knows her shit and cuts her own wire to the pontoon! Maybe she IS Camina Drummer after all.

Oh, man, they done got that mantis son of a bitch. Now, back to Thoth Station, and of course, the Chick-That’s-in-Everything ain’t coughing up a dime. Just flings Daddy Rambo right off her ship.

Oh, man, who is she calling?

I hope it’s not Gun-Safety-Muppet, I hate that blue bastard.

*= Jenny is a delight and really does flip from ‘Sweetie, you need to meditate’ to ‘I will set bugs on fire for threatening my birds’. She’s the one who taught Jimmers to corner and kill everything in their yard.

@skellymom @cdblake1565 @sued134 @amalthiaph @yeehawgeek @merkitty49 @eyecandyeoz @isthereanechoinhere96 who else loves Redneck Doug?

If you want to be added, please let me know!

PS- I have his ramblings from the last two episodes, but they were not nearly as deranged as this.

#tbb #cloneforce99 #thebadbatch #the bad batch #redneck doug #cajun doug #doug the neighbor #oh doug #he was so happy guys #so happy #tbb omega #the bad batch season 3 #clone force 99 #fennec shand #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter

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lionlena · 1 year

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You're hot... (JavierPeñaxsick!reader)

So, this is a surprise for @creedslove

I hope you feel a little better after reading this. You deserve Javi to take care of you, honey.

Warnings: None, just fluff

You liked Javier Peña. He was your boss and you thought he was the right man to take down the Cali Cartel. You've heard what others have said about him. That when he was chasing Escobar, he was working with Los Pepes. That he was an asshole... a manwhore. And yet, you couldn't think badly of him. Maybe because he was nice to you from the start. He never ordered you do something. He always used the word "please." It was the same this time: "Y/N, can you sort the papers I left on the couch in my office, please. I have to do something urgent and I don't know if I'll be back today."

And how could you refuse? First, he was your boss. Secondly, he was looking at you with those puppy brown eyes. And three, he was so damn hot.

Unfortunately, you were having a hard time sorting the documents. Normally you handled these things better, but today you felt bad. You had runny nose and a headache since morning, but you thought it was just a slight cold.

You ran your hand across your forehead, "Damm, why is it so hot in here?"

You looked around your boss's office and groaned. There was still a pile of papers on his desk. It was early evening, everyone else had gone home, and you were terribly tired. You looked at the couch. Maybe if you lie down for 10 minutes, your work will go faster after a nap. You just close your eyes. For while.

You curled up into a ball and fell asleep.

You woke up to the feeling of something pleasantly cool touching your forehead. You stretched, opened your eyes... Jesus Christ!!!

Warm brown eyes looked at you with tenderness. Javier Peña, your boss, caught you sleeping at work and was now kneeling by the couch, dangerously close to your face. You didn't know what to say. He spoke first.

"You're hot."

Okay, maybe you just dreamed it.

"Umm... Thank you, I guess."

Javier let out a small chuckle.

"I mean you're hot, you've got a fever, hermosa."

Well, if you had a fever, it was Javier who made you hot as hell.

You sat down awkwardly, being careful not to hit him in the process as Javier was still kneeling by the couch. You looked half-consciously around the office and realized with horror that you had fallen asleep for over two hours.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry... I was going to finish sorting the papers, but..." A sudden shiver went through your body. "I was so tired."

Javier started looking around, you thought he was looking for documents, but it turned out he was looking for something for you. When he realized there wasn't any blanket around, he got up and took off his jacket, then placed it over your shoulders. The material was warmed by his body and you immediately felt better. You have blushed, but he couldn't see it because of the fever.

"Don't worry about it. I shouldn't put so much work on you."

"It's nothing," you whined.

"I'll drive you home."

"What about the documents?"

"Fuck it," he said and extended his hand to you.

All the way to his car, he held you gently and you couldn't help but snuggle into his body. You were sick. You needed comfort, and he obviously didn't mind. As you sat in the car, he asked you for your address and if you needed anything from the store. Medicines? Food? He was so caring. Would others call him "an asshole", now? He certainly wasn't like that in your eyes.

Javier came home with you. He made sure you had the medications you needed. He made you sit on the couch saying, "I'll make you some hot tea."

"You don't have to. I'll be better soon. I have leftover soup in the fridge, I'll warm it up and eat it.”

He shook his head and covered you with the blanket you always kept on the couch. You were still wearing his jacket, but he didn't seem to care.

"Sit here. I'll take care of everything." He raised his eyebrows. "It's official order from boss."

You didn't have the strength to argue with him. You were so comfortable on the couch. You've been watching your boss move swiftly around your kitchen. He warmed up the soup, made you some tea, and set it on the table along with the pills. Then he sat next to you and made sure you ate everything. It was quite funny.

"You know, I'm not a baby," you murmured.

"I would have believed it if I hadn't found you sleeping in my office with a high fever."

You put your head down and whispered:

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't fall asleep there."

You felt Javier put his hand on your knee.

"No, it's not like that. I'm not mad at you for falling asleep. I just don't understand why you agreed to help me if you weren't feeling well?"

You looked at him and shrugged. What happened next was like a dream. Javier gently stroked your cheek.

"Next time tell me you're not feeling well." He got up and grabbed the empty soup bowl. "You're free tomorrow. Rest while I clean up."

You ran out of words. Your boss pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and went to wash your dishes. Normally you'd feel embarrassed, but after you ate the warm soup and took your medicine, you were really ready to go to sleep. And Javier's jacket smelled of his perfume. You lay down and fell into a light sleep.

What happened next must have been a figment of your imagination.

Before leaving your apartment, Javier leaned over you and kissed your forehead whispering:

"Que duermas bien, mi dulce"

You might even think it was all a figment of your fever-ridden mind, but when you woke up in the morning you were still wrapped in his jacket. You smiled. Maybe Javier Peña was an asshole, but not to you.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier is so sweet #narcos #narcos season 3

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prettyyyboyluke · 8 months

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hi! i love your writing and was wondering if i could request a nsfw fic/ oneshot where the female reader is being a brat and acting up. so luke punishes her and puts her back in her place? sub!reader and dom!luke vibes 🫣 maybe edging, or overstimulation, or anything you're comfy with really! <3

yessss!!!

luke sat at his computer all day. and he wasn’t even doing work, he was playing games with his friends! that’s what made y/n mad. he could easily be giving y/n attention, but instead, he’s choosing to play with his friends. luke also promised y/n that they would watch a movie together. she had some days off and just wanted luke. y/n’s wondering why he can’t just leave his game for a little bit, attend to her and her needs, and go back to it. it’s simple, at least she thinks so.

"are you done now?" y/n asks luke in a whiny tone. she’s standing behind his chair, waiting for him to turn around and face her, but he doesn’t. “hellooooo?!” she sing-songs.

“jesus christ, y/n, what? no, i’m not done.” luke answers with annoyance. he’s still facing his computer. y/n huffs loudly, she’s mad at him now.

“you’ve been playing all day, though! and you said we would watch a movie!” she whines to him. “can you turn around and look at me!” her voice is high, and she stomps her foot hard enough to make the bottom hurt. she was gonna put up a fight.

luke blinks slowly before he turns around, surprised that his girl, his good girl, is talking to him with the tone she has. luke finally turns around to face y/n, “i never said we would watch the movie today. i said that we would watch it, but you never specified when.” he tells her.

“i told you that i wanted to watch it today.” y/n says. she really doesn’t know if she said that, but if she can convince luke, she won’t tell. “you probably didn’t hear me because all you can focus on is that game.” she says matter-of-factly. her hands are on her hips, since she’s towering over him for once. he’s really just leaning back in his chair, but she can see the top of his head.

luke rolls his eyes at y/n, genuinely shocked with how she’s acting. “what do you want?” he asks her, wondering if she’ll tell the truth, or play the dumb game a little more.

“i want to watch a movie with you.” she says, pouting her lips and getting impatient.

luke starts to shake his head, “no, no, no. what do you want?” he’s giving her one more chance.

y/n furrows her brows, “to watch a movie with you?" she tells him again.

“come here, y/n.” luke beckons her over.

“no.”

“excuse me?” luke questions her. “you’re whining for my attention, and now that you have it, you’re not gonna listen?”

“no, why should i listen to you when you don’t listen to me!” y/n stomps her foot again.

luke can hear taunts from his friends through his headphones. questioning why he can’t keep his girl in check. he won’t let her embarrass him anymore. “come here, now.” luke demands through gritted teeth.

“make me.” she challenges.

luke leans just enough in his chair to grab y/n’s wrists, and pull her harshly towards him. “when did you tell me that you wanted to watch the movie today? because i know you could give a shit less if we watch a movie. you know exactly what you want, and i know exactly what you want, so why don’t you just tell me?” luke tells her harshly.

“what are you talking about? i told you, i want to watch a movie.” y/n says, standing her ground of the game she’s playing.

“stop playing dumb. ‘i just want to watch a movie’ bullshit.” luke says, pulling her so she’s in between his legs. he pulls her down so she sits on one of his thighs, feeling how wet she already is from just arguing. he holds her cheeks tight, making her lips purse in the process. “i am sorry, that it’s taken me so long to give you a good fuck. a good fuck that you clearly need,” luke slaps her across the face as he pauses, “but that does not give you the right to act like a bad girl.” he slaps her again, “bad girls get punishments, right?” he asks rhetorically, “and you’ve been a bad girl.”

y/n whines at luke, trying to get out of his grasp, but can’t. “you gonna tell me what you want?” luke asks her, gripping her cheeks harder. her eyes are darting anywhere but luke’s. because she knows he’ll shape her up. luke sighs when y/n doesn’t answer him, and decides to move on. he grabs her hips and moves her back on his thigh, making her clothed pussy rub against him. she gasps lightly, and luke smirks to himself. he takes the edge of her, well his, shirt and lifts it up enough to see her soaked panties. he takes her panties to the side and swipes a finger through her wetness.

he taps his fingers against her lips, and she takes them inside her mouth. her tongue starts to slowly swirl its way around his two fingers, just like she would if it were his cock. that’s what she really wants. “putting on a show tonight, aren’t we?” luke starts to egg her on. “sucking on my fingers wishing it was my cock. that’s what you want, isn’t it?” y/n nods her head. “then say it.” luke demands her.

y/n opens her mouth, letting his fingers slide out. “i-i want your cock,” she whispers, like she’s ashamed.

luke smiles at her, “was that so hard, baby?” y/n shakes her head, looking down at luke’s growing bulge. “get on your knees.” luke tells her. y/n scurries off his thigh to get to her knees, finally ready to listen to luke. he takes his cock out, and his tip is red and leaking with pre-cum. she sticks her tongue out for him and he taps the tip of his cock to her tongue. she wraps her lips around his cock, taking him in slowly. her tongue runs along the bottom of his shaft, drool already spilling from her lips. luke feels the tip of his cock hit the back of y/n’s throat, and luke holds her head, now guiding her up and down his cock. “fuck, finally got you to shut up.” he grunts, watching y/n’s chin become covered in spit. he keeps guiding her up and down until he’s choked her out enough.

even though her mouth is trained for luke’s cock, she still taps out before he’s ready to. y/n coughs so hard her eyes water and tears start to spill from the corners. luke groans in annoyance and takes her off his cock. “take a breath,” he tells her softly. she does and she takes his cock back in her mouth, sucking and swirling the tip. she takes him to the back of her throat again until she genuinely can’t anymore. he brings her up by her chin, wiping away any dripping spit.

luke grabs her hips, takes off her panties, and sets her in his lap, far away enough from his cock that if she bucked her hips up, she would only graze the tip. he runs his hands down her body, finally starting to rub her clit. she throws her head back and moans. luke’s fingers tease her pussy, watching her hips jerk with every move. he slaps her ass with his other hand, “stop fucking moving. i haven’t even fucked you, and you’re moving all over the place.” luke grunts.

he lets two of his fingers slip inside her walls and she shutters embarrassingly fast. she keeps her hands from touching luke’s cock. as much as she wants to play with it, luke has to be the one to tell her to. y/n starts to drool since her mouth has been hung open for what feels like ever. “look at you, can’t go two seconds without my attention.” luke says to her, keeping his fingers moving inside her.

y/n moves her hips as she feels her stomach tighten, wanting luke to get her to her high point. “are you going to apologize?” luke asks her, watching her body fall into his touch. y/n shakes her head, she doesn’t want to give luke all the power, yet. “have it your way,” luke sighs. he’s not letting her cum, not unit she breaks. he feels that she’s right there, and he’s gonna stop as soon as he hears her moans.

she’s biting her lip hard, small whines are coming from her, but they’re not what luke wants. her thighs are starting to shake from being held open so forcefully, and she starts to tip forwards. “i-i’m there,” y/n moans. luke strokes his fingers a few more times and takes them out of her dripping pussy. “no!” she whines. her hips buck towards luke to try to get them back on her.

“no? oh baby, what did you expect?” luke tells her mockingly. y/n gives him a dirty look, but he’s right, she should expect it. luke grabs her hips and sets her on his desk, and spreads her legs. “such a bad girl,” luke says while he slaps the insides of her thighs. her heart starts pounding from embarrassment, luke’s just staring at her wet pussy. she flinches when luke lays a hard slap on her cunt. “now you’re not paying attention,” luke says.

y/n doesn’t like that luke hasn’t called her his favorite nickname, angel. she needs to earn it back for luke. “i was! i was!" y/n pleads. luke spits on her pussy before diving into it. she whines again from embarrassment, “p-please.” his tongue covers her entirely, tasting every part of her. luke takes her clit in his mouth, sucking and flicking with his tongue, feeling how she gets wetter. she grips the edge of the desk, hard. luke keeps going on her clit, now teasing her dripping hole with his finger. y/n starts moving around, waiting for something to be inside her pussy. i can’t apologize yet, she tells herself.

she tries to calm herself down, but she’s losing it with the teasing of luke’s finger. “luke!” y/n whimpers. he opens his eyes and sees how hard she’s fighting against him. “i can’t take the teasing!” she says.

luke let’s go of her clit with a pop. “i think she’s breaking, boys,” luke says. y/n’s eyes go wide realizing that he never turned off his game, or his sound. “what do i do with you? it’s too early to give you my cock, but maybe the boys have a different answer.” luke finishes.

“i don’t know, it was a lot of attitude,” michael says.

“i haven’t heard ‘i’m sorry’ yet.” ashton says.

y/n groans, but technically she just has to apologize. she knows that’s not what luke wants, but if it can get his fingers back in her pussy, she’ll do it. “i-i’m sorry,” she says, hanging her head. luke tilts his head side to side while he thinks of accepting or denying this “apology.” luke knows he’ll break her, it’s y/n who still wants power. she’ll give it up soon though. y/n starts swaying her legs side to side, anticipating luke to deny her. but, he sees how badly she wants it. luke gives in, just a little by rubbing large circles on her clit with his thumb. she moans, satisfied with something that will take the edge off.

“i need a better apology than that before i do anything else,” luke tells her. his cock is starting to throb, wanting to sink inside her wet walls. he wants to feel her squeeze around him, begging him to keep his cock inside her. “c’mon, you want those good girl praises?” luke asks her, slapping one of her thighs. y/n nods her head as she jerks back a little. “work for it.”

y/n’s upset, but she’s so desperate to get luke inside of her aching walls. “please,” she whines. luke shakes his head at her, silently telling her to try again. y/n throws her head back in frustration, her eyes start to water, but the tears don’t fall. luke stands up, almost fed up with himself for giving her so much time, and not just putting her in her place. he taps his cock on her clit, making her still. luke doesn’t move, he told y/n to work for it.

she starts to move her hips little by little, trying to see if luke would stop her. when she feels the tip of his cock so close to her hole, she gives in. the tip of his cock is finally inside her, and both luke and y/n moan. luke moves his hips, his cock slowly moving deeper inside her. he only gets halfway in when he pulls out to rub between her folds again. y/n breaths heavily, and looks up at luke, her lips in a pout. “where’d that brat go, hm? the one who was so eager to yell at me in front of my friends,” luke tells her, “don’t get all shy now, baby.’’ he finishes his sentence.

luke puts the tip of his cock back in her pussy, grabbing her hips to move her as he wants to. “please, daddy, i’m sorry—i’m sorry!” y/n finally gives in. luke smirks to himself, finally, she broke.

“there she is, a brat still wouldn’t apologize, are you still a brat?” luke asks her, starting to move at a slow rhythm for y/n to beg for more.

y/n shakes her head, “n-no daddy, i’m a good girl, i wanna be a good girl!” luke’s hips start to snap harder against y/n, her clit brushing against his pelvic bone.

“what are you sorry for? tell me,” luke says, encouraging her so he can call her his good girl again.

“i’m sorry for yelling at you in front of your friends.” y/n answers. she looks up at him, her eyes pleading with him.

“and?” luke hates when she plays dumb, and she knows it. that’s what he wants her to apologize for.

“for playing dumb!” she tells him.

luke’s hips speed up, making nothing but moans fall from y/n’s lips. “there’s my good girl, my sweet angel,” luke says, seeing her eyes light up when she hears her nickname. “honesty gets you a long way, angel. are we gonna be honest and a good girl from now on?” he says, holding her face while she sucks on his thumb. y/n nods her head, leaning into luke’s touch. “fuck, so wet from fighting with me. now you’re too embarrassed to say anything?” luke watches how his cock just slides in and out of her.

“i-i just wanted it so bad,” y/n admits. she can feel how wet she really is when both her and luke’s thighs are covered in her wetness. “can they still hear?” she whispers.

“oh, they can hear, angel,” luke moans. y/n whines, she wants luke to move her to the couch in the room.

“just hang up.” y/n says, some harshness to her tone. “i just need you to fuck me, please daddy, please,” she says nicer. luke does just that when she asks nicely, not even letting either of them say goodbye. they can listen another time, but he needs to focus. he needs to get his control back. “the couch,” she moans. luke doesn’t let his cock slip out of y/n as he picks her up and moves them to the couch.

he lays her down and opens one of her thighs as her other leg goes over his shoulder. “thank you,” she says as she throws her head back on the couch, opening her body up to luke.

“talking so nicely, now.” luke says to her, feeling how her walls are so wet and plushy. y/n starts to move her hips, trying to get luke to go faster. “stay fucking still,” luke grips her hips harder. “what do you do when you want something, angel?” luke asks her.

y/n keeps moaning, “please go faster, daddy.” luke smiles and smacks her tits a few times. she shutters when he doesn’t stop after the first two.

“don’t let me keep reminding you when you know how to act,” luke tells her harshly. y/n nods her head, letting luke control her. “there we fucking go, fuck,” he moans. his cock is deep inside her, holding her legs to her chest. he leans down to kiss her. feeling how she’s struggling to kiss him back, even though she wants to so bad. luke lets go of her legs to grab her face so he can kiss her properly. he’s so rough with it, y/n whines against his lips.

“t-too hard,” she squeaks out. her lips slow down so luke’s can with her. she smiles into the kiss, finally getting fucked in one of her favorite ways. she loves slow kisses while being absolutely pounded by luke’s cock.

luke breaks the kiss, looking at y/n’s eyes that are still full of want. “pretty angel, so tight and wet for me,” luke grunts. he sees how her wetness stains his cock as he moves in and out of her. strings of slick connecting him to her pussy. luke groans at the mess he made her work for, the slaps of his hips against hers is loud. almost as loud as her cunt. “god taking my cock so fucking well, angel,” luke moans as he works towards his high.

“please, daddy, i wanna cum,” y/n starts to beg. luke is pounding into her pussy with deep, heavy strokes. “yes! yes!” she moans, her walls squeezing around luke’s cock.

luke puts a hand to her stomach, stretching her out. “no, you’re not cumming yet,” he says, “not unit i do.” he finishes. y/n whines at him, not wanting to wait any longer. luke needs just a little more from her, he spits down on her pussy and rubs his thumb in fast circles on her clit. y/n moans so loud it squeals at the end, “there we go, atta girl,” luke moans to her. y/n tries to move his hand away, but doesn’t, and her hand ends up resting on top of luke’s lazily.

y/n bites her lip harder and harder when luke hasn’t said anything yet. “daddy, i ca—i can’t—” there she is, rolling her hips against luke’s cock, her clit rolling between his thumb. her wetness was dripping all over. she lets go, she moans and whimpers and twitches, she couldn’t help herself.

“gonna have to cum again, you’ll cum as many times until i do,” luke spits at her. he keeps going, not giving her a break, even though she’s clawing all over him.

the tears end up spilling from her eyes, “why are you being so mean, daddy?” she cries.

“oh, daddy’s so mean, angel? i’m just so mean, i had to shape you back up by giving you what you asked for.” he tells her, making her whimper louder.

y/n looks into his eyes, they’re so dark, he doesn’t even care. “i promise i won’t be a brat! please, daddy, please!” she’s so desperate. her thighs completely freeze, her calves cramping up, and her toes curled.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum, angel,” luke moans, gripping her hips harder as he moves her against his cock. y/n nods her head repeatedly, feeling him still and let out thick, white ropes into her pussy. he keeps moving his cock in her, getting out every last whimper and whine from y/n. his cum leaking out of her pussy, dripping everywhere. she pushes his hips back, letting his cock slip out of her. her thighs squeeze together, getting every last bit of high she can.

y/n is whispering out thank you’s as she calms down, her cheeks are stained with tears and are red hot. luke rubs his thumb over her bottom lip, “my sweet angel.” he says and gives her lips a soft kiss.

#ask #5sos #luke hemmings #luke hemings smut #luke #lh #5 seconds of summer

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oh-surprise-its-me · 8 months

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Roy/Jamie idea: Set after Roy and Keeley break up. Roy and Jamie start training and end up hooking up. They keep seeing each other for months and Jamie couldn't be more happier or in love, until Roy drops a bomb on everything by saying he and Keeley are gonna get back together. Jamie realizes that while he thought they were in a relationship, Roy was having him just as a rebound. Jamie is completely shattered, but somehow holds it together. Roy and Keeley get back together, Jamie basically feels abandoned as Roy no longer spends much time with him. His wounds keep festering and his anger keeps building until one day he sees Roy and Keeley being all lovey dovey and HE LOSES HIS FUCKING SHIT! He rips Roy to shreds in front of everyone. Keeley and the lads are appalled, Roy is stunned, Jamie runs off, everyone is fucking pissed at Roy. Keeley immediately breaks up with him and urges Roy to get Jamie back. Roy has to go chasing after Jamie, but catches him eventually. It's this giant wreck of a situation that they will have to work extra hard to rebuild from. Roy's an ass, but not cruel, just totally oblivious to the fact that he had a boyfriend all along.

Owwww

Roy can’t believe he was so stupid. How he missed this he’ll never know.

Of course he was in a relationship with Jamie. Phoebe has literally called Jamie is boyfriend. Roy finds Jamie sitting in his car.

He’s not moving just sitting and staring at the wheel. Roy opens the door and slides in.

“I’m sorry.”

Jamie jumps. Almost like he didn’t process someone there. He turns and looks at Roy. Really looks at him. “You’re an absolute dick. Jesus Christ go away Roy.”

Fuck Roy. Jamie’s been crying. Quite a bit from the looks of it. Roy reaches out and touches Jamie’s hand.

Jamie flinches. Flinches

Roy can’t believe himself. Can’t believe he had this man in his bed crying two weeks ago and lost that for someone he doesn’t even love in that way anymore. Because look, Roy will always love Keeley. But Christ apparently he loves Jamie more. Apparently he fell in love with Jamie.

Apparently they were dating.

Jamie scrubs at his face to make the tears stop again. He shoves at Roy’s shoulder half heartedly. “Can you leave granddad. Kinda having a pity party.”

Roy winces. Yeah that’s deserved. Everything Jamie said was deserved.

“I didn’t know. Thought you were fucking people on the side. I didn’t want to get attached. Said we were just hooking up for plausible deniability. It’s a fucked reason but it’s true.”

Jamie cracks a grin. It’s lightly manic. He stares straight at Roy. “I shared things about my childhood that I’ve never told anyone Roy. Took you out on dates. You went with me on dates. We were dating.”

Roy nods. What else can he do besides agree. Jamie is so right. “You’re right. I fucked it. But I want to fix it. Keeley broke up with me. Said we deserve each other and she isn’t standing in the way of that. Christ Jamie I think I’m in love with you if you’ll give me time to think about it.”

Jamie laughs. “You’re fucking with me. I’ve been in love with you since I was 15 mate. How didn’t you see that shit.” Roy shakes his head, “dunno. But I regret and apologize for everything that caused you pain.”

“Oh.”

Roy gives him a small smile, “yeah oh. I like you Jamie, wanna date you while knowing we’re dating. Wanna hold your hand and smash a camera for you.”

Jamie smiles. He reaches over and takes Roy’s hand he dropped earlier. “Gotta say that’s pretty romantic. I forgive you. Just don’t do it again.”

Roy touches Jamie’s cheek with his other hand, “can I kiss you officially as your boyfriend?” Jamie lightly blushes, “yeah prick go ahead.” Roy does.

It’s a good first kiss all things considered. Nice. Comforting. Reminds roy of the last few months.

He pulls away suddenly. “You’ve got all of my non black hoodies don’t you??” Jamie blushes red. “To be fair. I always steal my partner’s clothing. You just didn’ realize.”

Roy blinks. “Is that why I always want to fuck you when you’re in that navy blue sweater? Some monkey brain part of me knew it was mine?”

Jamie let’s put a laugh. “Yeah babe sure.” Roy shakes his head. “Let’s go back to your place. I’ll cook and apologize more.” Jamie nods. “Sure.” He squeezes Roy’s hand.

They’re a bit fucked up right now but they’ll figure things out.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #roy x jaime #jamie tartt x roy kent #thanks for the ask !!#hope you like it sorry it’s short !!#mac writes ted lasso

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“What in the name of god, are you wearing?” Y/N stops dead as she enters the gym seeing Harry jump a foot in the air and drop his phone against the floor in the process as Y/N caught him taking a quick little mirror selfie.

“Jesus fucking Christ! You scared me,” Harry gasped, bending down to pick up his phone and slide it into the pocket of his shorts.

“Feeling yourself, were you?” She smirked, keeping her eyes on him through the reflection of the mirror as she sat their water bottles down that she had just been to refill for some post workout hydration. While she was gone, Harry had stripped out of the vest that had clung to his sweaty, clammy skin, towelled himself down and changed his t-shirt to feel a little fresher until they got home to shower.

“Maybe just a little bit,” he smiled sheepishly, eyes glancing up to catch her amused gaze in the mirror.

“Turn round and let me see what you’re wearing, I haven’t seen this one before I don’t think,” Y/N couldn’t make out the whole design, she assumed it was a new vintage t-shirt, the design was a little cracked but the colours still vibrant. Harry spun on his foot and pinched the hem of the shirt pulling it taught to show off the print with a shit-eating grin gracing his features. “Oh my god,” Y/N slapped a hand over her face as a fit of giggles came from her, “that’s the best thing I’ve ever seen, where did you get that? Or is there a secret stash I’ve yet to find out about?” She asked as gazed at the nearly 11 year old t-shirt that graced her boyfriends body, the cracked print of his much younger self in varying shades of blue right at the top.

“My mate found it in a charity shop and sent me a photo, and I couldn’t not have it,” Harry shrugged as he smoothed the top down against his still warm skin.

“Hope you got a good photo of you in it then because I will definitely be steali– oop sorry, I meant borrowing that top now,” Y/N laughed as she approached him, her finger trailing over the picture of him.

“Why am I not even surprised?” Harry rolled his eyes playfully.

“Oh my god, you were so bloody cute,” Y/N giggles finally tearing her eyes away from the picture of 17 year old Harry and into the eyes of 29 year old Harry.

“What do you mean were cute?!” Harry gasped in faux offence as he picked up their water bottles and pulled her towards the exit of the gym.

#harry styles concept #harry styles writing #is this a #njfc concept #not sure could be #something stupid and fun anyway #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n

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What's the bnha fic and why would it get you stoned by teenagers lmaoo

I think Deku and Bakugo should be equal yet opposite levels of completely fucking terrible.

ASJKLDF I was helping @bytebun spitball ways to make the Bakugo and Deku dynamic not badly written, and they were detailing some ideas and I was detailing others, and I eventually I was like 'like this?' and wrote this, and they were like 'yeah like that' and etc.

Look. There is an art and a science to writing shonen rivals. It is a clear and concise thing. Deku and Bakugo are not good shonen rivals. This is because they can live without each other. This is because they do not need each other psychologically. This is because they do not fulfill something that was missing in each other. This is because they are not the same person. This is because they are not two exact opposite people in every way. Go read Hikaru no Go and Naruto and get back to me on what an actual shonen rivalry looks like. This is why teenagers would stone me to death.

Literally only two pages of a fic under the cut but I personally do want people to know that this is MY hero academia.

A piece of paper teleported onto Katsuki’s desk. He stared down at it. He looked to the right, where Deku was grinning anxiously at him and pointing at the paper. Katsuki, staring him directly in the eyes, smeared his hand across the front of the page and set it thoroughly on fire. It burned to a crisp in seconds. Deku’s face fell pathetically, like bow-legged dog.

“No quirk usage in detention, Bakugo!”

“Deku was passing notes,” Katsuki said snidely, not taking his eyes off Deku. Deku’s big, wet, pleading eyes promised that snitches get stitches.

Snipe sighed and went back to his VR game, hands twitching. “Just simmer down, you two.”

“Y - yes, sir, of course, I’m sorry!”

Katsuki did not lower himself to acknowledge a teacher. They waited in bloated silence until they were both certain that Snipe had lost himself thoroughly in the beauty of fictional marksmanship as a distraction from his real life marksmanship before making their next move.

Deku leaned over, whispering so quietly his mouth barely moved. “You punched me because you resent your mother.”

Jesus motherfucking Christ. Not this shit again. “Stop chasing me down with your goddamn psychoanalysis,” Katsuki hissed. “You can’t fix me.”

“Because you don’t need to be fixed! You just need to admit that you’re jealous of my own perfect mother’s nurturing parenting style and that you needed validation of your feelings instead of your achievements. You’re replicating your mother’s stunted emotional expression but you know how it prevents you from genuine connection.”

“I’m not listening to this.” Katsuki powerfully refrained from listening to Deku or reacting. Deku waited patiently. Katsuki lasted around five seconds. “Rich talk from Mr. Daddy Issues, asshole!”

“Really, Kacchan? Playground insults?” Deku looked down upon him pityingly yet compassionately. He practiced that expression in the mirror. Katsuki had seen it. Deku tried convincing him that he was imagining things, and when his manipulative tactics failed against Katsuki’s iron will he pivoted to convincing the rest of the class of Katsuki’s discomfort with visible emotion. “I processed the trauma of my father’s abandonment and my internalized guilt over why he left. I came to peace with it a long time ago. I’ve realized the power of found family, Kacchan.”

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “You cried last week because you failed the practical exam and you thought All Might wouldn’t like you anymore.”

“And I recognize the scars that remain.”

“You are actively wasting my life.” Katsuki picked up his slimy pencil and bent over his assignment, flexing his well-honed ability to repress Deku’s existence. “Go jerk yourself off with your therapy language someplace else, asshole.”

Deku sniffed, turning back to his own assignment. “It sounds to me like you haven’t realized the power of found family.”

For the love of - only somebody with daddy issues nattered on about found families. Katsuki was from a nuclear home and he didn’t need to speedrun emotional intimacy with every other emotionally damaged fame-hungry asshole in their pretentious little prep school.

Katsuki leaned over, letting the pop and crackle of his sweat echo in Deku’s ears. For once, the sound didn’t make him cringe away. It just made him sit very still, eyes tracking Katsuki’s movements. Like a pathetic little wounded gazelle. As if. Deku was a lion playing at a wounded gazelle for sympathy, and he always had been. He would feed anything into the gaping maw of the perpetually hungry savior complex. Even Katsuki.

“At least I know my friends like me for me,” Katsuki hissed. He’d never call them his friends to their faces, but - well, Katsuki had more than enough friends who liked him for his accomplishments in his life. He knew how to pick out the real deal. “Your life is a pretense and your personality is a mask. One little thing about you has defined your past, present, and future, and you are nothing but that one little thing. Deku.”

Deku narrowed his eyes at Katsuki. “One could say the same about you.”

Yes, obviously, don’t remind him. “Yeah, but the people around me know it. So long as the people around you don’t know it, you’ll never really know if they like you or not. A friendship like that can’t be real. They don’t know why you’re Deku. I’m the only one in this class who knows nobody should trust a word you say.”

But Deku just turned his head and smiled at him, and the smile was identical to every other smile. “By that logic, you’re the only real friend I have.” Katsuki opened his mouth indignantly. “What? Is your logic flawed? Are you wrong? Kacchan?”

Ugh! Fucking rhetorical traps! If he tried, he could probably think of another argument, but it didn’t seem like an important thing to argue. “We’re trapped in this stupid room for three more hours and I am going to actually explosion murder you if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

Deku smiled, one of his little secret smiles - a little cheeky, a little sly. “Then we should learn to coexist. Tolerance is a beautiful thing.”

“If you’re trying to get me to stop punching you in class you should just say so. Or ask.”

“I have a packed schedule, Kacchan. I’m just trying to maximize the time in my day.” Deku bent over his assignment, pencil flying at light speeds and clearly dismissing him. His eyes flickered to Katsuki one last time. “Maybe I’ll find time to reply to Kirishima’s text requesting help in asking you out -”

Katsuki exploded, and both of their days were lost to another three hours of detention.

#my asks #my writing #does izuku in this have absolutely nothing resembling actual izuku yes #is this the izuku i think would be funny also yes #sorry ive read too much BNHA fic for someone who doesn't like BNHA #Naruto is worse but I respect it more

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the power of love, part 14

Sorry about Sunday's empty post ☹️ I must've accidentally put a draft template in my queue because I am basically tired and rubbish and life isn’t the greatest right now. Anyhow.... Whoops and really sorry again!

Alternate ending S4: Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 15

(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

Eddie POV

When neither Steve nor Robin show up after ten minutes, Eddie begins to freak out.

He, Hopper and El are still waiting for the car, out of sight among some ferns. Hopper’s getting antsy, muttering beneath his breath, while Eddie’s wriggling like he’s got ants in his pants. Which he genuinely might have, though that’s not what’s bugging him:

“Uuuuh, shall I see what’s taking them so long?”

“You do that,” says Hopper. “What’s going on with that guy? He could barely stand! How the hell could he…”

Eddie tunes out, retracing their journey into the trees, calling Robin’s name then Steve’s. Maybe Steve passed out, and Robin got lost searching? Somehow, he doesn’t buy it. A heaviness slows his feet, and his guts twist sourly.

They wouldn’t just ditch him. Surely? Surely!?!

Fifteen minutes later, he winds up where he started: “They’re not back?”

“What do you reckon?” Hopper’s breathing hard and red in the face. Evidently, he’s been running in circles like Eddie has.

“This is for you.” El nudges Eddie and presses a scrap of paper into his hand. “I think Steve left it.”

“What? Where?” Eddie’s stomach clamps tight again.

Her eyes stretch very wide. “Fell out of your pack.”

Turning the note over in his hands, his fingers stiffen, as if shrinking from the task, bracing for… something. In the event, he gets a literal slap around the face.

“You make me sick,” Steve wrote.

Eddie’s skin burns with the blow. Wow! This is why I never have and never freakin’ will write love songs.

“What does he say?” demands Hopper.

Eddie scans the note one more time, scrunches it in his fist. “I’d hazard a guess he’s gone back to Hawkins.”

“Goddammit! Robin’s gone with him?”

“I think that’s a safe bet.” A wobble in the back of Eddie’s throat finds its way into his voice. Because, boy, is he still processing.

You make me sick.

What does that even mean? To be fair, Eddie did make Steve sick. More than once. But why the heck write… that. Would suck less to be dumped without a word.

Thanks for the overkill, man.

“Don’t you even think about scooting off,” growls Hopper. “Your uncle would never forgive me.”

Oh yeah. Wayne. The only person who ever actually cared about him.

Eddie plonks his butt down on the ground and waits for the car.

…

Steve POV

“C’mon, giddy up,” says Steve. He and Robin make their way along the muddy bank of the stream towards home.

“Is this some kind of race?” she asks. “While I’d forgotten your former life as a douchebag jock, you’re doing a stunning job of reminding me, and… Uuuuugh!”

“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong this time?” He spirals about, plants his hands on his hips—he’d ditched the sling a while ago.

She scrubs madly at her lips. “I swallowed a bug! Ugh, ugh, ugh, mega-gross. Eeeeurgh!”

“Maybe if you weren’t complaining, like, constantly, there’d be less opportunities for bugs to get in.”

“You shut up, shit-bird! I could die of malaria.” She spits into the stream. “Ew! EEEEEEEW!”

“Ssssh! Hop said the military will be crawling everywhere soon, or—”

“Eddie might hear?” His heart heaves a loaded thud. She looks back sharply, purses her lips. “You know, he could be lost in the wilderness, all alone. Being hunted by evil army thugs. Or bears! Did you think of that when you sauntered off?”

“I did, yeah. I left him a message saying not to follow.” He shades his face from the afternoon sunlight, which shafts between the trees. Also, he can’t look her straight on and say this: “It was kinda brutal, I guess. It was for his own good, right?”

“Oh. Riiiight.”

“You done spewing insects?” he snaps.

“Still heavily grossed-out here. Gimme a minute, ’kay?” She plonks herself on a rock, crumpling forward.

He mops his brow, strips his sweater, and takes the opportunity to check in on his bat bites. They’re still sore, the bandages a bit bloody. Nothing too fresh, though. For the billionth time, his thoughts fly back to Eddie. He hopes Eddie doesn’t get hurt and need healing while they’re apart, and… Holy shit, will he ever see him again? He ties his sweater around his hips, trying to make fumbling hands look casual.

“Steve? You okay?”

“Other than the fact I’m modelling a ‘shoot-me-now-why don’t-you?’ Hellfire Club t-shirt,”—and that I want to punch myself in the face about that moronic note—“I’m good, Robin.”

“You know what? I don’t doubt it.” She brushes her flyaway hair from suspicious eyes. “You’ve gone from death’s door to super-human speed in, oh, I don’t know—feels to me that we’ve been marching for a week. I think it’s been barely an hour.”

“Yeah? We got a long way to go then.” He starts off along the stream’s edge, forcibly slowing his pace. He senses her puffing, panting, then following on his heels.

“Look, Steve, this water goddess who’s pulling you back, whispering in your ear—”

“I can’t actually tell if they’re male or female. Does that matter?”

“Not in the slightest. So, your water… deity. Have they, by any chance, enlightened you as to some kind of divine plan? Or told you exactly where you’re heading?”

“I got an idea where I’m going, yeah.” To the second place he died, swept away on that blood-red tide—even now, he sees it in his head, like a few frames of a horror VHS stuck on eternal repeat. “Where’s the best place for army generals with dodgy agendas to hang out in Hawkins? There’s never been an army base, apart from—”

“You’re kidding me?” She grabs his elbow, jerking him back. “The Soviet tunnels?” He nods, and her obvious dread has her dropping him like a stone. “No way! I don’t think I can go anywhere near without a major panic attack."

“I’m not gonna march straight in.” He’s already wandering on. Trouble is, now he’s said the idea out loud, it’s become real and terrible. And he’s gotta pretend like his blood’s not congealing to ice. “I don’t know how I’m gonna get in anyhow. I mean, the Starcourt lift is buried under a ton of rubble. I think Hop might’ve know other ways—”

“Oooh, I got a great idea. Let’s go back and ask him.”

“Yeah, real subtle.”

“Steve!” She seizes him again, twisting him around with a furious force. “I know you want to help El, but what can you ACTUALLY DO?” He shrugs before he can stop himself. “Rain? Lightning? How does that benefit us—especially in underground tunnels? Plus you’ve had literally zero time for practice. If we don’t slow down and come up with a decent plan, this is tantamount to suicide.”

“We? Seriously, Robin, I…” His teeth clamp his lower lip. Any moment now, he’ll tell her how terrified he is, how he really, really doesn’t want to get tortured again, let alone die; how the idea of anything bad happening to her is as frightening as any of it. “I don’t think I have much choice.”

“Steve,” she says, gentler now, though her grip gouges into his flesh. “It’s screamingly obvious you’re not thinking straight. You’ve been ill for days and now you’re in a funk, beating yourself up over Eddie.”

He yanks himself free, glares. “That doesn’t make any dif—"

“Bullshit! Trust me, however ‘mean boy’ your literary masterpiece got, Eddie won’t want you to do anything this dumb. Oh, and your resident gender-fluid angel saved your life. They’re not gonna want you to sacrifice it pointlessly.”

He opens his mouth to argue, then shuts it again. He laughs—not a particularly happy laugh, but not totally miserable either. “You win,” he says, kinda sagging with relief. “You got a plan, smarty-pants?”

She laughs with him, equally edgy. “I say we go to Lover’s Lake, wait till it’s dark. If that’s too dangerous, we find some hidden pool where you can practise whatever badass moves you think you got. Hopefully without the puking. It’ll be a bit like Band Camp. But for Magic. Magic Camp. Okay?”

“You really aren’t gonna be happy until I’m a bigger nerd that any of… Shit!”

He’s been considering hugging her. Instead, he seizes her sleeve, dragging her down into a deep, wet gully. They land with a splash, crouching low, close. She doesn’t complain, because she’s heard what he has.

The distant sound of barking dogs. Likely, army search dogs.

“Dog barks travel for miles, huh?” he whispers.

“Possibly.” She sucks in a scared breath. “One thing for sure—those sniffy wet snouts can pick up a human scent from the next county.”

“We’re in a stream, Robin. They can’t pick up our scent here, right?”

She crinkles her nose, dubious. “Dogs’ sense of smell is pretty amazing.”

“Yeah? Let’s hope this bunch caught colds or something.”

He’s now the one clutching her way too tight, and he half-wishes he’d ditched her with a bitchy note too. Though, not quite. She smart; he needs her, and she’s really has gotten him thinking clearer:

“We head for Lover’s Lake. C’mon.”

…

Eddie POV

When the sound of the car engine finally reaches his hearing, Eddie feels almost nothing.

“Don’t move.” Hopper pitches Eddie a forbidding look and grabs El, keeping them low behind the ferns.

An owl hoots. Despite the hollowness in his chest, Eddie silently cracks up. Seriously? Top secret government goons can’t think of a better signal than me and Robin?

Hopper’s grip slides to the firearm at his side. He rises slowly. “Over here.”

Peeping between the foliage, Eddie can make out a limo-style saloon with blacked-out windows. A severe-faced woman in lethal stilettos climbs out. “Chief Hopper, I presume? I apologise for the delay. O’Sullivan’s got men everywhere. We must leave right away.”

Hopper, nevertheless, remains stood well off the road with Eleven, not rushing for the car. And Eddie?

You make me sick.

Steve’s made it simple for him. He should cut his losses and take this chance of escape. Wayne would want him to. Apart from… Eddie literally can’t. What was it that Steve said? Oh yeah. That he was being stretched in the wrong direction. Or something along those lines.

Yeah, I’m feelin’ it, Stevie.

Nothing supernatural, nothing hinky. You kill me that bad, Babe—even after you turned meanie-King-Steve and dumped me. Oh, and went back to goddamn Mordor without me!

Gonna trust you had your reasons, and I’m coming anyway.

He turns on his dirt-clotted heels and flees as fast as he can.

Part 15

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tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology @finntheehumaneater (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

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