#like she wouldn’t come home till the morning kind of thing and

[smooth-perceval]

“Hey mon amour”

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Charles closed himself from the world after loosing his wife, he finally finds the strength in their daughter to publicly speak about her.

Warnings: Angst, grief, mentions of readers death, a lot of tears- Charles thinking his a bad father, Charles talking to himself a lot- swearing, Google translate.

Key: Y/N (Your Name) Juliette (Your daughters name) Jules (Her nickname)

Word count: 2,523

A/N: I watched this video on TikTok and it just made me think of doing something sad… I’m sorry 🫶🏼 it’s rushed and it’s all over the place but I needed to get some ‘emotions’ out I guess 🫶🏼

Was we prepared for a baby? Hell no- Juliette truthfully was an accident- but the best kind. Without her I definitely wouldn’t have stuck around these past 7 months. I’d be up there… painting that sky beautiful with mon amour. (My love)

Laying there in bed I watched her sleep soundly, she had her maman’s nose, lips, hair and cute puffy cheeks. The only thing of mine was her eyes- she definitely got the better parents looks, absolutely perfect in every way. (Mum)

Since the passing of her, as bad as it is, I slept with Juliette by my side, wether it was in her crib and then waking up at stupid hours in the morning and putting her into my bed, or even just falling asleep in her room, with a pillow and blankets on the floor.

She held me together every day, kept me sane- otherwise I talk to myself, or talk to them up there, or better yet curl up in a ball and cry.

Nobody knew of Juliette, I hid her at all cost- in fact nobody knew we had a baby, we kept it very hidden and was going to slowly introduce her to the F1 world, it wasn’t a world for out little girl yet, she had to be protected.

And yet all this time we was protecting her, that I wasn’t there to protect my darling.

The night we lost her even till now feels surreal. Not only 10 minutes before the accident had she called me to tell me she was on her way back home… and the pain I felt when she didn’t show- I knew then, I knew our lives would change… I just didn’t know how drastic.

That night a guy ran a stop light, taking a wife, a mother, a friend, a fan- taking the one person who helped me breathe in a room of no air, helped me swim when I was drowning in a sea of judgement, the woman that gifted me the most precious thing anyone could ever give, our baby girl.

He just took it- in the blink of an eye.

I forgot how to breathe when she was gone, forgot how to tread water, forgot to be a dad. My body didn’t function, my brain shut down.

Maman said I was a ghost yet still alive, she cared for Juliette while I tried to find some sanity in the world, a world I held nothing but anger against. And when I was finally able to figure out how to breathe alone, I kept Juliette with me, day in day out. And with her around I felt lighter, like the world wasn’t pinning me down- like I had a purpose.

I had to show our baby, even though it left a bitter taste on my tongue- that the world was beautiful.

Because what do you do in life, when the one person who understood you more than anything is gone?

Juliette gave me life, and every time I look over at her, the more I remember what I’m doing this ‘life’ for. It’s to see that little tooth that’s slowly coming through, or the dimple on her cheek when her father does something silly, or when we’re lying in bed watching cartoons, and she reaches her hand up to hold my face.

That’s why I continue. All for our little girl.

Leaning over to her I placed a gentle kiss to her temple, before getting out of bed. Ensuring she was safe I bundled pillows and blankets around her in case she decided to roll over.

And while she slept peacefully I started getting a few things ready for tonight.

Tonight was the awards, and it took a lot of thought, but I finally came to the conclusion that I didn’t want to leave Jules at home- wether she was hidden at the side lines or tucked away in my pocket- I needed her there.

I made one special request to the team- which of course they wouldn’t refuse. The tux I was fixing to wear tonight had red somewhere wether it was a tie, or the inside lining. We needed red-

For fans, and Ferrari itself it was a sweet token of my appreciation to them. For me and Juliette is was for our angel.

Red is Y/N colour, always looked gorgeous in anything red- always smiling when she see a red rose, or a red sky- so every morning and evening she decorates the sky, like a reminder that she is there.

It’s my coffee in the morning seeing that sky, and my lullaby at night.

Sighing to myself, I closed off my thoughts heading into the bathroom. I got changed into a simple tracksuit. Seeing as it’s a distance to travel, and I would need comfort over fashion right now-

Humming softly to myself I shuffled back into the bedroom, laying down across the bed- my hand reached out brushing over her head.

“princesse, time to wake up.” (Princess)

And slowly but surely, her eyes slowly opened, as soon as she saw me a smile crept onto her face, that one tooth showing, and the dimple making an appearance.

“You a happy girl?” Smiling back at her, she slowly crept up onto all fours, rocking back and fourth.

She has learned quite quickly for her age, being able to crawl and nearly say dada- I was proud of her, she had a fire in her just like her dad. Wanted to be the best at everything-

“Come my darling, we need breakfast-” sliding back off the bed I reached over picking her up, kicking her legs excitedly she reached out to me and once in range gripped ahold of my nose- a loud happy squeal leaving her small self.

“A very happy girl huh-” laughing a little, bouncing her on my hip- I took us both downstairs and into the kitchen.

We’re still between having milk, jar foods, sometimes Papas food. A mixture of everything. Juliette will eat anything!

I can honestly say one thing with my hand on my heart. We have made the best baby. Always smiling, always happy- when she ‘cries’ it’s more of a murmur, a little quiver of her lip. But never a scream and shout, she is always loving- always kind. The most perfect little girl.

—

The evening soon fell upon us, it was a hustle and bustle getting here but we made it! Jules was content as ever, if anything the most calm out of us all.

Looking over at her in her car seat- she was sound asleep. I took a quick glance down at my watch humming an approval to myself.

Juliette sleeping now works out perfectly for her bed time later- Honestly when I say she is the perfect baby- I mean it, in all the craziness getting ready she was her happy little self, and clearly worn herself out playing in the hotel room- especially to be sleeping so peacefully now on the way to the event.

The event was the FIA awards. With all my anger towards this cruel world I focused it on track, you wouldn’t believe where I got…

World champion of the world.

But as proud as I wanted to be of myself… it just didn’t feel right without her here.

Even now- it just feels like a blur. World champion of the world? Doesn’t seem real to me.

—

I hated being late to anything. But in this case I wanted to arrive late, I wanted Juliette in the room with me. Like I keep saying she is my rock. Motivated me to keep going it only seemed right.

Rocking Juliette back and fourth I slid into the back of the room, cradling her and hiding her face- I wanted to do this but some sense of me wasn’t ready to let the world see my baby. And I wasn’t ready for my baby to see this kind of world…

Creeping over to the Ferrari table, I quickly sat down placing Juliette’s baby bag next to my chair- avoiding eyes, and making sure Jules was okay.

She found entertainment in hitting my un-used spoon onto the table, seeing as I skipped when the served dinner.

Finally finding the courage I looked up, Carlos eyes were on me. A small smile on his face, Carlos obviously knew about Jules, he had to know his my teammate, mostly all the inner track know- but they had never really met her.

The ones who have- Jules absolutely loves them. A good example is Carlos, once she realises his across the table- by any means necessary she will crawl her way across too him.

Can’t blame her- when she finally has him the grip on his hair, she pulls hard and doesn’t let go, understandable I can sometimes pull his hair out in annoyance.

“And now- the moment has finally come. Not just for us to witness. But for him to finally receive.” Most of the presenters words fell onto my deaf ears.

And I just waited for my name to be called.

When it was, I slowly got up from my seat, Jules hugged to my chest. Once again cradling her, hand on the back of her head, still trying to protect her from everyone…

Slowly making my way up the steps, making sure not to trip over. The sounds of aw’s and gasps are heard around the room-

Walking along the ‘path’ Jules looked around at everyone mesmerised by the lights.

“Thank you- er…” looking down at my arms with a smile at Jules I looked back at the trophy.

“We will just place it down here-” the man smiled at me, crouching and placing it on the floor next to the mic.

“Well- thank you.” Shifting Juliette over onto my other hip I bounced her gently- she was still in awe at the room.

“I’d like to start by saying a big thank you to the Ferrari team, this championship wouldn’t have been possible without you, I’d like to say a congratulations to my teammate Carlos for getting second in the championship, and another congratulations to Ferrari for winning the constructors award.” Jules hand came up and covered over my mouth, looking down at her I smiled happily- she really was in her own world and reaching out wherever.

“Now I know a lot don’t want to listen, and I’m sorry- but this is the first time I’ve really spoken in 6 months… to you guys- and also all you fans at home-” pausing I swallowed thickly, lifting Jules back up higher on my hip.

“I’d like to introduce you all to, Juliette Pascal Leclerc. She was born March the 4th, at 7 minutes past 3 in the morning.” A low applauded sounded through the room, Juliette looking around at them all, joining in their clapping. Now making everyone laugh.

“She is the most brightest baby I know- always smiling, always happy. Very much like her maman.” (Mum) Pausing I looked over at Carlos. Who quickly nodded his head over at me. A silent support in the crowd.

“As most know… we lost our Y/N back in May… it’s been tough- some days I couldn’t get out of bed. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t function. Hell I wasn’t even a good dad for our Jules here.” As I said her nickname, more awes were heard throughout the room.

Opening my mouth- then closing it again quickly I looked down at Jules, who’s head was now resting on my shoulder, staring up at me with her beautiful eyes. My eyes started welling up with tears I look back over around the room, stepping away from the mic I took a second to compose myself before moving back in.

“She would be so proud today, every year she would say ‘This is your year Charlie, I can feel it.’ She was right this year…” breathing out heavily I used my hand to quickly wipe my eyes, then wrapping it back around Jules- if possible even tighter.

“She just isn’t here to witness it happening.”

Jules hand reaches up once again, hand on my cheek- like she was comforting me.

“When she was taken, so was me truthfully. That Charles had went with her… she was kind hearted, had a heart of gold. Days like today when I run out of socialisation, she would always come over, and just say something so simple like ‘Charles, you ready to go?’ Pull me straight out that dark hole.” Smiling a little to myself, I finally let the tears go. Jules started to fidget, getting antsy waiting around, and to my need Carlos stood infront of the stage holding his hands out, Jules as always was ecstatic to go to Carlos.

“Thank you-” smiling down at Jules I stepped back to the mic, finally picking my award up.

“Well you was right baby, this was our year.” Raising the award a little to the roof I pointed up at her also.

Sighing to myself, I wiped my face once again. “I tell you what-” it was a waste of energy wiping my face, cause the tears fell once again.

“I miss her- everyday… I’m sorry- I get emotional…” Chewing the inside of my cheek I looked down at my feet, the tears not stopping now.

“It’s just so hard without her…” sniffling I breathed in, trying to control myself.

“What am I supposed to do now… I done what I said I’ll do.” Looking up slightly at the trophy. I see myself in the reflection.

“This is for you my darling, it was my year after all.” Kissing the top of the trophy. I turned back to everyone.

“Thank you- I’m sorry for being a absolute mess…” smiling apologetically I waved at whoever, making my way back off the stage to a standing ovation. Cheers and applauds around the room.

Once I got near to Carlos, Juliette was practically bouncing off his hip, hands outstretched to me. And without question I put the trophy down on the floor, taking Jules back into my arms, holding her close, swaying back and fourth.

“My darling. You ready to go huh?” Leaning back I placed a kiss to her forehead. Bending down a little I grabbed her bag pulling it over my shoulder again.

“I’ll grab your trophy.” Smiling Carlos patted my shoulder, picking the trophy up and following behind me.

As soon as we was outside photos were being taken, quickly I hid Jules face.

“Guys you can take photos- just please turn the flash off-” smiling at them all, they was quick to play around on their phones and cameras. When confident in them all, I moved my hand away from Jules face.

“Thank you.”

Jules hand came into view pointing up at the sky.

“Mumumum” gasping I leaned back getting a view of her face- I was taking that as her first word, the best choice of first words-

Looking up at the red sky above us I kissed Jules cheek.

“That’s right baby, that’s Maman.” (Mum.)

Masterlist

#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you

[guyfieriii]

Get Us Strung

We're back to our regularly scheduled programming with another angst-y piece. Inspired by the song Dirty Love by Mt. Joy comes the tale of John Price and his best friend. My apologies if it seems a bit disconnected, it was originally much larger but I decided to scrap a lot of it (See? I can be nice sometimes.), but I tried my best. Also, this was edited on pure audaciousness, a bottle of wine, and a pitcher of margaritas. Do with that what you will.

Lastly, the biggest thank you to @mvtthewmurdvck for once again tolerating me bombarding her with snippets galore and supporting me as she always does.

(Can we consider this as a somewhat happy ending? My original one was A LOT worse.)

Pairing: John Price x f!Reader Warnings: Explicit Sexual Scenes and a gallon of pain :)

Nostalgia is a cruel consonance of sentimentality and longing. A honeyed trap you could easily get caught in if you aren’t careful. 

You weren’t. 

All it took was one precarious step forth into its birdlime confines and you’re stuck, forever adhered to moments gone by. Try as you might to break free, to rid yourself of the persistent fog that looms and live in the present — you’re simply unable. The struggle of it brands ropes into your skin. A chemical burn that scabs eventually, but it leaves you debilitated of every ounce of strength you have to leave. 

With time, you make do. 

You adjust to the circumstances you’ve found yourself in. It’s easy enough — to simply give in. It’s like the call of a warm bed on a cold winter morning. The arms of a man you love held open in an invitation. It’s the perfect balm to your stinging disappointments and embittered thoughts. 

Witness, reminisce — rinse and repeat. 

A moment here. An admission of love there, just not the right kind. Not enough to keep you satisfied, just enough you keep you—

There. Still. Stuck in time. Recycling the same out-of-date echoes through your trench of despondency till they fossilize. 

It’s his eyes that do you in, really. Lapis set in moonstone white reminding you of the ebb and flow of deep ocean currents that gently coax you inwards to drift among the waves. 

They were the first thing you noticed about him. 

A skinny kneed boy of eleven, head full of bistre-brown hair, and the bluest eyes you ever saw that suddenly wanted to be your friend. He was loud and brutish in contrast with your more reluctant and constrained demeanour and yet—

He was your best friend. Your first. Your only. 

Is your best friend. 

Five years later, he left to join the infantry. 

He departed, eager to prove his worth. While you stayed back with a poor facsimile of a supportive smile as he promised his eventual return. 

I’ll be back on leave before you know it.

But—

I’ll be back. 

And I’ll be here. 

You clung to him when he told you he was enlisting, fingers curling into the sleeves his Fleetwood Mac t-shirt — a gift from you for his fifteenth. He’d asked if you wanted to keep it, as a reminder of him.

Wouldn’t need to if you just stayed, Johnny. 

In the fortnight leading up to his departure, you prayed for a last-minute change of his mind. Maybe the realization that he couldn’t stay without you would finally come to the surface. 

It had to. Eventually. 

You couldn’t bear the thought of walking up the morning after he left, just missing a part of you. Feeling a crater right in the middle of your chest grow wider and deeper as the distance between you and him extended. 

But as the days counted down, his excitement grew nearly as fast as your despair. 

It began with you pulling out all the stops, reminding him of the comforts of home, of you. To him, it was only the perfect gift farewell. 

It wasn’t until just the day before that you decided to take the cheap shot and just beg.

Don’t leave. Just— please just stay, okay? You don’t have to go. You don’t have to leave me— please, Johnny. I can’t—

He stood at an arm’s length and listened to you in silence, watched you scrounge every ounce of emotional ammunition you could, until your voice ran hoarse, and your tears ran dry. 

The pained expression that your outburst gradually chiseled onto his face left you shamelessly hopeful, and you took a step forward to close the distance between you and him. 

He wordlessly took a step back.

The time slowed, and the seconds hemorrhaged until he finally spoke. 

All he responded with was—

I have to. 

You saw him standing out on my pavement by your house the next morning, walking across the same yard over and over. He’d glance upward at your window every now and then in such excruciating hope that you might grace him with something as simple as a wave goodbye. 

But you didn’t. You simply stood there, watching from the shadows, trying to find some relief in tears shed, but you came up dry. 

And he left. 

When he returned, he came as Private Johnathan Price. 

Nearly half a foot taller since you saw him last. Mostly the same in disposition if only a bit more self-assured. 

In the 18 months of his absence, all you had was a shoebox full of unopened letters and that chasm left behind that grew deeper, still. Every week, unquestioningly, there’d be an envelope addressed to you. And every week, you’d hold it with measured trepidation and excitement. The first one brought you relief to know that you hadn’t lost him in your near ruinous parting of ways. But as you felt the weight of it in your hands, your fingers prudently tracing the ink, you couldn’t bring yourself to read what lay inside. It felt it would be ripping the bandaging off of a wound that had barely begun to heal. 

So, you kept it aside.  

18 months. 72 weeks. Every corresponding letter that followed underwent the same approach. You held them, appreciated them for their infallible arrival, and locked them away with repentance as the pile grew.  

The letter that followed, came hand-delivered. 

“You could have written back at least once, y’know.” He says with a smile. 

“I’m—”

Sorry, Johnny. Forgive me. Forgive me. Please—

Your ensuing apology dies at your lips, and you nearly suffocate under the weight of it until—

“It’s okay.” He promises.

“It’s not.” You assert back.

His gaze softens and he tries again. “Hurt ya when I left, didn’t I?”

“You did.”

“So, it’s okay.”

He means to placate. You know this and an infinitesimal part of you appreciates it. But what takes more prominence is one blazing question left behind.

It blisters and leaves behind the blackened soot of your unmatched expectations. A skeletal impression of his well intended albeit anticlimactic confession. 

All you’re left wondering is—

Why didn’t it hurt you to leave me, too? 

You met him in London to celebrate your collective 21st birthdays some time halfway in between them. 

It took some coordination, between your school and his training in Sandhurst. He never told you — said he wanted to keep you detached from that part of his life. 

How’re the— I don’t know what to ask, John. You never tell me anything. 

I tell you plenty. 

He does well— his mother informed you as much. But the details remained vacant. You try to fill in the blanks, hazard a guess — a poor approximation of the real thing, you’re certain. 

It wasn’t something you liked, but never fought him on it. It felt as though your paths diverged at too steep of an angle and you were the only one trying to get them to realign. He seemed content in this compartmentalization, while you worried your margin in it would grow smaller still. 

The disconnect it created left you unsettled. Like a trail down the woods that suddenly ends midway. You’re disoriented and unanchored, forever caught in an abridged narrative with his part missing. 

But you couldn’t keep waiting around—

Something you tell yourself to make it better. 

“Didn’t bring him with you, then?” He slides a glass of ale across the table to you, the bottom of it catching on the adherent buildup of many a spilled drink, causing the foam at the top to dribble over. 

“You asked me not to, John.” You mutter, indignant. 

You wouldn’t have asked to begin with, but for appearances sake—

“Didn’t want to have to share you with some other bloke, is all.” His self-satisfied grin tells you he sees right through it. 

The implications that simmered beneath that statement cut through you instantly. 

He didn’t want to have to share. 

What would happen if you told him that it was never even brought to question? That you were his, and his alone. 

Would he make it come true? 

Would he—

“I’d like for you to meet him eventually, y’know.” You opted for a safer route. Something more dependable. Everything John isn’t. 

That’s a lie. He’s nothing but. 

“If he stays around long enough.”

“Johnny.” You snap, irritably.

“Been a while since you called me that.” He murmurs, his grin slipping into something less presumptuous and more unshielded. Vulnerable. 

“We’re not kids anymore.” You turn your gaze downward, nails digging into the chipping laminate on the cheap bar top until he flicks the side of your palm to make you stop. 

“No, we’re not.” It’s his tone that makes you look back up— hinting at some kind of unspoken understanding that you recognize right away. 

Let’s not pretend, then.

It’s in the dimming obscurity of alcohol when it finally happens. With your dress hiked up over the curve of your ass, and panties pulled to the side — he fucked you in a rush, outside in the cold fall air. The grain of the brick wall scratched your cheek with every thrust he buried himself in you. His ale-laden breath at the cusp of your ear, his hands cupping your breasts, squeezing — they were your only source of warmth.  

“Fuckin’ hell, I’ve wanted to—” He confessed.

“So have I, Johnny.” You matched his revelation with your own. 

But this wasn’t how it was supposed to—

You’ll take what you’re given. Even if it’s just this once, just tonight. A fleeting taste is better than the fantasy of him you’ve held on to. 

He’s better than what you’ve had in the past. Better than what you’d thought he’d be like. 

Or maybe, it’s just how well knows you. 

He knows how deep you need to feel him, no matter if it hurts just a little. It’s the kind of hurt you enjoy. 

How many women have you been with, John? 

Does it matter?

Yes. No. Maybe? 

It was you that crossed the line. A temerarious lapse in judgment, a flick of a wrist that knocked down an already precipitous house of cards when suddenly your lips descend upon his. He tastes of stale beer and the cigarette you bummed off an old man at the pub. With a grunt of surprise, he reciprocates, his tongue invading past your lips. 

In a flash of somewhat sloppy adjustment, your back remained firmly pressed against the brick wall of the side of the pub, while his hands to the side of you effectively cage you in. 

It’s not soon after that he takes the reins.

His mouth is everywhere — your lips, glossing over your jaw to the underside while he firmly grasps a fistful of your hair at the root, tilting your face upwards. He lays siege to the delicate column of your neck, armed with a stinging bite and the consolatory swipe of his tongue after. 

John. Johnny.

The straps of your top hang loosely off your shoulders as he pulls the front of it down haphazardly to latch on to your nipple. You helplessly mewl beneath him, fingers trembling as they undo the buckle of his belt. 

“Tell me to stop, love. Tell me, or I’ll—” He groans. Your hands sink in past the zipper to palm his erection. Warm. Solid. 

“Please, don't.” You sink to your knees with the excitement, the need to taste him chafing at your rib cage with every beat of your heart. 

“Fuck— fuck, okay. Just slow down—”

“John. Please.” 

“I’ll make it good, yeah? For you. I will.” He swears. 

I know you will. 

You moved to Liverpool a year later. Something about staying in Hereford without him just kept you trapped in a state of inertia. Spending your time waiting more than anything else. It was time to move on. 

Or try to, at any rate.

Humble beginnings for you — a modest apartment, a job that paid the bills and nothing else. 

You settled into a routine — oscillating between work, home, and bisected friendships that you formed. 

It’s not the same. It’s not the same. 

It’s hard not to hold him somewhat accountable for your perpetual state of futility. There’s an essence of banality that follows you wherever you go. A life lived in half measures, mediocre and prosaic. It isn’t fair, and yet—

Why couldn’t you just stay, John? 

It’s usually at night when the bitter tendrils of your regret slink up your limbs, like stalks of Golden Pothos, that collect around neck and squeeze. 

A fire that kindles all too easily.

Can you even call it your own, when it’s caused by the choices of another?

It’s when you think back to that night in London, the weight of his cock in the palm of your hand— the way his eyes pinched shut and his head tilted back as you attempted to take him all the way in. 

“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” He’d asked in a choked groan. 

Had the head of his cock not been pressed against the back of your throat you’d have answered with:

Upset you weren’t the one to teach me, aren’t you Johnny?

Whatever remnants of that night that weren’t washed away by the glassy comber of one drink too many, replayed themselves a hundred times over. Every reiteration leaves you breathless and wanting — the evidence of it clearly shining on the inside of your thighs and the tips of your fingers. 

Until—

A knock. 

“You moved.” His voice was weight down by many an unspoken accusation. 

“I did.” There’s no point in an apology— he’s here now.

“You never said.” Anger. Hurt. Betrayal — all in coalescence that lacerates you so deeply, you might stain the walls blood red. 

“I— Do you want to come in—?” 

He walked across the threshold, brushing past your shoulder before you even finished inviting him in.

“You— it’s not much. I’ve only just—” You stumble your way through some kind of explanation as he sheds himself off his duffel and coat. Any reasoning you were able to muster trickles back down your throat as he makes himself comfortable on your sofa, the floral embellished cushion sinking under the weight of him like it’s his right to be. 

“It’s nice.”

You’d have expected him to feel out of sorts in this new home of yours, but he finds his place in it so naturally it fucking stings. 

It really could have been that easy— a life with him. It’s a dangerous thought experiment but you wonder if he also aches for that near miss of a surrogate life. A peripeteia of decisions that might have led you down a different path entirely. 

“How long are you on leave this time?” It’s a jibe and he notices. There’s an unmistakable clench in his jaw, a steely look set in his eyes at your question like he’s willing you to challenge him. 

You almost do. 

Good of you to waltz by after a year, Johnny. I’ve been waiting. 

You really have. 

“Two weeks. If you’ll have me.”

You considered turning him away simply out of spite. A laughable thought, really. An egomaniacal deliberation you pretend to have. 

You’d never—

“Aren’t you going home?” 

Don’t say yes. Please, don’t say yes.

“Would’ve — yeah. But you moved.”

Fuck. Don’t—

“You make it sound like I’m the only reason you come back.”

The words decamp themselves from you without any realization. Subdued embers relight themselves. Veiled desires now unwrapped — a festering infection that itched beneath near-mended dermis now touching air simply because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. 

“Would— would it be so bad if I said yes?” He asks, wavering slightly in his footing only to gauge your reaction, and you pray you’re not giving anything away. 

Yes. Yes, it fucking would, John. Because—

It means nothing in the scheme of its payoff. You don’t know what he expects, because to you his disclosure only exacerbates the acridity of his absence tenfold. It makes his eventual departure seem like a harsher slap to the face. 

You could accuse him of pretense. Tell him how hollow it makes you feel.

Or simply—

“No. Of course not.” You lie with a smile, instead. 

He believes you. 

His parents pass within a year of each other. He attends both funerals in uniform — having only singular days granted to him in lieu of bereavement. 

It might have been a personal choice in his father’s case, which happened to be the latter. 

The first was an open casket, the second closed — both lowered into the ground while his hand firmly grasped yours. 

And after—

On both days, he found himself buried in you, however in polar opposite ways. 

It began gentle, with his need to be held and your need to oblige. You straddle him in the backseat of your busted-up Mondeo Estate, soaking in his silent grief as you whisper condolences. He finds his home in the crook of your neck, bedewed with the warmth of his breath and his tears. 

He tastes of grief. 

Regret, even. 

Maybe, one day, you’ll tell him it didn’t have to be that way.

Imagine what we could’ve been, John. 

Only seven months later, you find yourself in circumstances alike only in one solitary way. This time, it’s his anger that transcends the grief. You’re turned away, bent over the disjointed desk in the corner of his childhood bedroom. His fingers etching your skin in a mosaic of blue and purple, willing you to acquiesce to his baser instinct rather than envelop him in comfort. He fucked you, brutally — bare teeth, white knuckles. A lacquer of vitriol to coat you in. Only apologetic in the aftermath. 

And—

He wouldn’t let you kiss him. 

Change is a weight borne poorly by most relationships. 

You try to blame the distance between his visits, and the fact that he always seems more worse for wear than the last. A chronic transformation with every visit, like rust on iron — sandstone shaded corrosion bleeding into his edges. 

He tries to shed himself of it when he’s in your company but it’s ever-present, like a phantom limb. An undeniable extension of himself. 

You tell him not to pretend. 

Not with me, John.

You might as well be white noise. 

What started out as concern he’d brush off with a ‘this isn’t something you need to be worrying about, love’ slowly evolved into disregard which concluded with blatant contempt.  

This isn’t what I—

He stopped himself a moment too late. 

“This isn’t what I came back for.”

“Glad we’re both disappointments to each other.”

Finally, some truth spilled out. It felt oddly cathartic, even if it meant having your worst fears confirmed. 

He makes an implicit plea to retract what’s been said, undo the hurt caused, and return to your perpetual state of synthetic decorum. Two people who tip-toe around each other, chat about the weather, and when all redundancies are through and done with—

Let’s just leave it be. Dinner’s nearly—

He feasts on your cunt like a man starved. 

It’s funny how rarely you consider the sheer probability of his safe return. Is it simply denial? Is he so deeply rooted within your being that imagining him not being there isn’t an ending you can enumerate? 

To you, there is simply no finality to John Price. Forever seems like a paltry presumption to have in his line of work and yet, you can never imagine the alternative. 

You’ve tried. You even asked him once.

Just once. 

“You’ll be informed if— I — they know you’re my— you’ll be informed.” He spoke with such unambiguous apathy like he was reading it off a manual. 

Ten different ways to prepare your loved ones for your eventual demise. 

“I’ll be informed?” This isn’t the hill to die on, but you just can’t help yourself. 

“I don’t know how else to—”

“I’m glad to know I’ll have the privileges of being your widow without you having to marry me, John.”

He recoils away like you just struck him. 

It was an unscrupulous remark to make. Atonement is futile, he’d see right through it. All you can do is wait for the dust to settle and carry on. 

But he— 

“I’d marry you tomorrow if I thought it would fix things.” 

It wouldn’t. 

Some things are just predestined to remain broken, you suppose. 

“I know you would.”

You find yourself at an impasse. Anyone pragmatic might think to cut their losses and retreat. Start anew. 

That’s just not who you are. 

You find other ways to meet each other halfway, on an equal plane of vulnerability and certitude. Nothing to hide behind in the arms of one another. There are shared breaths, harmonies of impassioned confessions and you find yourselves in the other once more. 

You shed the pain you wear like a second skin, disrobed in ways both actual and metaphorical. 

He’s kinder and you’re more forgiving. 

He tells you it’s his last night with you for a while and you request your goodbye before the morning. You need something to remain unsoiled. 

He leaves before you wake.

Sometimes, he leaves a note. 

I’ll be back soon, darling.

Empty words. Hollow promises. An interminable echo in a cave that ripples in the subterranean waters you float in.

Except—

I’m doing the best I can. 

And that’s enough. 

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[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Scooby-Doo but make it a ghost story. 

(Just hear me out, trust me, I swear it’ll make sense-)

3k words

A man shows up with a paper with an empty signature line, asking you to sell whatever you have left and leave the premises. 

He’s not the first to try and tell you to get off your own land, and you doubt he will be the last, but you’ve dealt with his kind before--trim, pristine suits and loud voices speaking big words and legal jargon that still makes your head spin even after the piles of research you’ve done to keep this from happening--so despite his confident posture and degrading sneer, you’re not frightened by him.

You turn him away like the others, and he spits and curses and stomps his feet, giving a tantrum worthy of the most red-cheeked toddlers you’ve seen in your store, piling on threats of how you’ll regret it before storming off. While it is always a bit worrying to have these types pay you a visit, you know the land is yours until you can’t sustain it any longer; and although your business is small, it will take a long while before that will happen.

At least until the word haunted starts spreading through the halls.

You first hear it when you’re re-stocking some shelves near the front. The couple is scurrying out in agitated whispers about ghosts and ghouls and generally unpleasant things accompanied by a stream of vulgar language directed at whoever owned this establishment.

It’s odd, but you don’t think much of it outside of a curious glance at the young cashier who started work here a few weeks ago. He does nothing but shrug to express that his confusion aligns with your own, and you both brush it aside without much thought.

Two days later, he hands in his resignation, pale and a little shaky, nearly running out of the shop the moment he gets the chance.

You find out he was on the closing shift last night, and wouldn’t speak to anyone the next morning until he could get out of there. One of the employees says she heard him feverishly mutter something about ghosts.

It’s worrisome but you get back to work as best you can, trying not to let it bother you.

The next employee who leaves is much louder about it.

You hear it again: GHOSTS. HAUNTED.

Cursed.

You take in a shaky breath, then a couple more to collect yourself before turning to reassure your remaining employees. There’s not many of them. Most of them are kids from homes nearby, just working the hours they could to save for college or to move away. Not all of them are frightened, and they brush aside the others, but even so, you close the shop an hour earlier now so that no one has to stay after dark.

As the winter season comes, that becomes earlier and earlier until everyone is out by four o’clock.

Still, it’s no use. Word spreads like wildfire in small towns, gossiping to tourists too. Some ghost hunters drop by to try their luck but they’re always out by morning or gone completely to goodness knows where. You simply hope they left in a panic and not something else.

You try the police and they find nothing. You hire a detective who runs away yelling about how they don’t deal with ghosts, and all that money is down the drain. You watch as the price of your small business drops and drops until you’re eating strictly canned foods, ramen and the cheapest cereal you can find to try and scavenge for any spare penny you can. Your neighbour tells you again and again that it isn’t worth it and you should just sell. Any employees that remained left quickly, off to find a job that could pay them better than you could until it was just you and your baby cousin left at the till. She’s barely old enough to be working, and there are jobs that pay better out there, but she stubbornly keeps restocking the shelves and ringing up the till whenever stragglers or loud curious teens find their way into the shop. She refuses to leave you.

You try to deal with the problem yourself. You really do. After your cousin goes home for the night you stay, hidden behind boxes with an old bat and wait for whatever it was that was harassing your staff, but when you see it you’re paralyzed. It floats past, eerie, silent, a horrible gaping face, unearthly glow about it, and no sound of footsteps or creaking wires to betray it as a fake. You try to tell yourself it must be fake. It must be. You hide clutching the bat like your life depends on it and shaking like a leaf in the freezing autumn wind gusts. The glow from the thing is greenish as it floats past the boxes you’re hidden behind. Your heart pounds in your ears and goosebumps rise on your arms as it pauses over the boxes. You think for a moment this might be where you die and then it’s floating on before vanishing through a wall.

You run from the shop as fast as you can all the way home and lock every door and window. You stay up all night pressed against the wall, halfway under your covers, sitting up, bat still clenched in your hands. You’re only able to get some sleep when the sun rises a bit.

You follow the path that the ghastly thing took during the opening hours of the shop, finding no trace of it ever existing. Your hands still hurt from how tightly you had clenched the bat all night.

It scared you. Enough to close the doors even earlier.

It was near impossible to keep things running when you could only safely keep the shop open barely half the day. You knew the next time a man with a paper came to the door you wouldn’t be in a position to refuse.

It’s around that time you hear about a group that deals exclusively with your type of problem. Ghosts, goblins, ghouls, witches, warlocks, werewolves, demons; helping people who no one else would help.

You’re desperate. So you grab what remains of your savings and get in your rickety car that you’re honestly surprised still works at this point and go to find them.  

They’ve set up shop in a small building on the corner of a street in a town you’ve never heard of.

Mystery Inc. is painted across an old van parked out front and the sign on the door. It’s colourful, almost silly. It doesn't fill you with much confidence but you’re desperate, and the bright colours do at least make you smile.

A young man shakes your hand when you enter the door, polite, not commenting on your haggard appearance--nonstop driving and energy drinks for an amount of time you didn’t really want to think about probably did a number on the circles under your eyes. You’re pretty sure your hands were shaking from the caffeine. He warmly welcomes you in and introduces himself as Fred.

A young red-headed girl in heels-- fifteen? Sixteen perhaps?-- takes your hand and helps you sit down in a seat near a desk and before you know it there’s a blanket over your shoulders and a warm cup of some non-caffeinated tea in your hands. At this point it tastes like nothing more than hot water but it does wonders to stop your hands from shaking.

The dog startles you; a massive Great Dane, a little dopey looking with a brightly coloured collar. It's sitting at a table in the corner with a very scrawny looking teen, peach fuzz on his chin and a shirt that must be a few sizes too big judging by the way that it hangs off his wiry frame. There’s a large array of foods on the table in front of them, but they’ve paused their snacking to wave at you. Both the teen and the dog. You wave back and that seems to satisfy them enough for them to tuck back into their meal eating more like what you’ve seen black holes in movies consume things like. It’s 3am. You try not to stare.

The sound of a chair sliding draws your attention and a different freckled young lady sits down in front of you and adjusts the thickest glasses you’ve ever seen.

They’re children, you realize after a moment. Teenagers. Hardly older than your cousin. Their clothing seems a little out of style, but pristine considering they looked like something your grandparents would wear. Clothes were nicer back than anyways, and you have your fair share of hand-me-downs so you don’t comment or think about it much.

They ask you what brought you here and you do your best to share. It feels like mad ramblings but under their watchful eyes and attentive ears you find yourself relaxing at least a bit. It’s a strange situation and you apologize numerous times, how odd it is to be going to children half your age for help, but they do little more than brush the apology aside with a wave of their hands and a reassuring pat to your shoulder.

“Well…” says Fred, stroking his chin thoughtfully, “it’s not much to go off of, but we’ll see what we can do.”

They drive you home and you sleep in the back of the van with the massive dog and the scrawny teen. They wake you up only to ask for directions and you give them as best you can in your sleep deprived state.

Somehow they reach the shop by morning, which feels unreal when it took you three days to get to their office, but you count your blessings rather than question them and invite the group inside, figuring you must have just been more lost than you realized on the way there.

The dog and the scrawny teen (Shaggy, you think they call him, and you’re inclined to agree) are always searching for some kind of food. They raid your shop’s back fridge and you don’t bother to stop them since there’s not much in there anyways, and they seem half-starved despite the large meal you saw them consume back at their headquarters. They find more than you thought you had in there and carry it all out in an impressive stack that they consume in mere seconds. You don’t have much to pay them for the job they’re doing, so you don’t bother stopping them from raiding the snack shelves at the front counter either.

You show Fred and the girls the back room where things happen. You introduce them to your cousin who they politely ask some questions too. It’s clear they’ve done this before. Any inquiries are straight to the point, they share with you what they find. You get the strangest feeling they’ve been doing this for decades with how confidently they walk around a supposedly haunted shop.

Velma, the freckled one with glasses, throws around some large words you don’t understand with some pale green dust on the end of her finger. Their first clue, which Fred seems excited about. He suggests they head back to the van to take a drive around town for further investigation while she runs tests on the substance found in the shop.

Shaggy makes a comment about being hungry and Scooby nods his head. The ground is littered with snack wrappers and you make a note to clean those up.

Daphne, the one who patted your hand and gave you tea looks a little lost, simply floating around after the others and nodding along with the clues they find until Fred mentions heading out, then she quickly takes charge directing them out to the van. They bid you a goodnight, telling you to get some more sleep and they’ll handle the rest.

You worry about them but your cousin agrees and shoos you home.

The next morning comes after a restless sleep and they’re still there. You aren’t sure whether you’re relieved or worried over that fact. They stayed in the shop overnight, they report. Shaggy and Scooby are quaking but the others look unphased.

“Terrifying! Big ugly green face, a g-g-g-GHOST!”

Scooby gives a mournful ruff in agreement in something that sounds almost startlingly close to real words.

Velma sighs. “Shaggy, Scooby, there’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“Oh yeah? How’d you explain tall, floaty and creepy, huh?”

“Wires most likely. Glow in the dark paint. A costume.”

Shaggy and Scooby shake their heads in unison.

You’re just glad they’re alright.

“You don’t have to do this,” you tell them. It breaks your heart but the little old shop isn’t worth the lives of four teenages and their large puppy.

“It’s our job,” Fred tells you with a cool, comforting hand on your shoulder. “Trust us. I have a plan. And, after our investigation around town, I get the feeling we might already know who this ghost of yours is.”

It seems impossible but you and your baby cousin do your best to help them set up a rather elaborate trap. It’s confusing to you, but the others seem fairly confident in Fred’s direction.  

They ussher you out for your own safety, ignoring your protests of “what about yours?” and tell you to wait until they call you back.

You do. Nervously pacing your house. Your baby cousin’s asleep at the table. It’s been a long few days so you’re not surprised, even if she made a valiant effort to stay up with you, it was only a matter of time before it caught up to her. You throw a blanket over her but decide against moving her to the bed, she’s a light sleeper and you don’t want to wake her.

You don’t chew your nails often, but they’re bitten down to the skin by the time your phone rings. It makes you jump and you answer it in a mad scramble, nearly dropping your phone in the process.

There’s a lot of white noise and garbled static that makes you wonder if it was a butt dial until you recognize snatches of Fred’s voice speaking out from the mess telling you it was safe to come out now.  

You have just enough thought to shake your cousin awake so she isn’t left behind at your place, and the two of you race over to the shop together. Your heart’s pounding and worry runs rampant. It was impossible to tell Fred’s tone over the garbled static, but you pray that nothing went wrong and that they are alright.

You arrive to the ghost that has been terrorizing your shop, tied up on the ground with the four teens and Scooby standing over it. It’s strange to see something that phased through a wall restrained by ropes and you can’t help but keep your distance, still unsettled, even in the daylight. Its wide gaping jaw and empty eyes still looked too-real.

But the group stood by it like it was nothing and the police arrived a few moments later, having been called by the teens shortly after they’d contacted you.

It was a costume. Fake. As they said. The mask was tugged off and you recognized it as your neighbour, the one who had been so insistent you sell.

The group takes turns explaining how they came to the conclusion, what led to the capture, the motivation behind it. It feels practiced and comfortable for them as they spin the story and explanation. You hardly hear a word, just relieved that it was over.

An officer pulls you aside to get your testimony and you want more than anything for them to be gone. They ask you about your involvement, and you inform them of the bare minimum, directing them to the teens, who seem to know much more than you do at this point, but when you go to point them out you find them missing. Van and all. Somehow having already pulled out of the driveway and driven away without anyone noticing.

You give the name Mystery Inc. and show the traps if only to get them out faster and eventually they leave after relentless grilling. You would have preferred to keep them out of this entirely but it was necessary to get rid of your “ghost”. The one that turned you away when you asked for help doesn’t seem at all remorseful and it rubs you the wrong way so you don’t bother to bid any of them goodbye.

You sleep for a few days before you get back in your car and drive to Mystery Inc.’s office. You never did agree on a price but you have an envelope with some cash inside of it and more than anything you want to thank them for what they did for you. Your cousin is in the passenger's seat next to you. It takes another three days to find the office again, but eventually you do.

You don’t recognize it at first; it was impossible too. The colourful sign declaring it the home of Mystery Inc. hung sideways, barely hanging on to the front of the building; the colours washed out and so weathered you couldn’t make out the text on it anymore.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” your cousin asks. She’s clutching the envelope in her hands.

You step out of the car feeling like you’ve pulled up into another world. The windows are smashed, the front steps are falling apart, the building’s even leaning, the door at an odd angle on its hinges; the kind of wear and tear that could only come from years of erosion.

You shoulder your way in through the front door, kicking up dust when you finally get it to move. It swings open violently, screeching on rusted hinges.

The desk is where you remember it, but it’s coated in dust.

It’s completely abandoned.

No one had set foot inside for years by the looks of it. Except…

You feel a chill run down  your spine as your eyes fall on a single set of footprints that match your own shoes, tracking back to a chair where an old moth-eaten blanket looked like it hadn’t moved in ages and a cracked cup that still has some liquid in it.

Your cousin calls to you and you glance back at her.

She seems unsettled and you can’t imagine the expression on your own face right now.

Ghosts aren’t real, you remember Velma saying, and the hair on the back of your neck stands up.

You leave the envelope on the desk and drive home in silence. You drop your cousin off at home, bidding her goodnight before heading to your own house.

Neither of you say it.

You dare to look them up and find Mystery Inc. doesn’t exist. At least not anymore.

You don’t sleep much that night, the memory of Fred’s cold reassuring hand on your shoulder replaying over and over in your mind.

Shaggy and Scooby’s candy wrappers are still in the pockets of your jacket, you meant to throw those out. You wonder if they’re still hungry; If they’re ever not hungry.

The shop becomes rather popular after the incident. Prim men and woman at your door with papers aren’t a threat any longer and you turn them away with ease, a flood of customers at your back.

The police don’t contact you about it. How could they? They saw them too. They took testimonies from them themselves. You can imagine what it must have felt like to find the town Coolsville they said they had come from no longer exists and neither do they.

Your cousin moves away to go to college eventually but she still keeps in contact. She says her classmates tell her she has the best ghost stories.

“Ghosts aren’t real,” a friend of yours says.

One of the wrappers is still in your pocket, even years later.

“Sure,” you say. And try not to think about it.

When they need help you give them the name Mystery Inc.

A few days later they’re less keen to tell you ghosts aren’t real.

#KNOX WRITES (me) #THIS IS SO RANDOM BUT I SWEAR IT MAKES SENSE WHEN U READ IT BGSDL;FKMSD #Scooby-Doo #Scooby Doo #Mystery Inc. #mystery incorporated #ghosts #ghost story #in honour of spooky season #and the thought i had the other day #I JUST THOUGHT ABOUT AGELESS AND LIKE #Y'KNOW #SOME QUALITIES THAT SEEM ODD FOR PEOPLE BUT FIT RIGHT IN WITH GHOSTS Y'KNOW? #anyway happy spooky #Fred Jones #velma dinkley #Daphne Blake #Shaggy Rogers #never actually written from this perspective but it was kinda fun #I've never written a ghost story either so #that probably shows #I'm just gonna roll away now BG;LAKEMFOEW #IF U MADE IT THROUGH THANKS FOR READING HAVE A GOOD ONE ILY #fanfic

[damon-loves-pie]

“Wish I Could Be Your Man.”

I had to reshare this again this morning because I couldn’t find it any of the original hashtags I had done. And I spent WAY TOO MUCH TIME writing this for it to not get the recognition it deserves. 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader.

Word count: About 11k words. ( I GOT CARRIED AWAY)

Warnings: 18+, SMUTTY- FLUFFY- ANGSTY KIND OF SLOW BURN STORY. Talks of reader moving around a lot, there is angst with crying and fighting between the reader and Eddie at some point. Reader was cheated on by an ex who slept with her best friend. LOTS OF POT SMOKING.(Eddie is her dealer.) There is pussy eating, fingering, sex of course, and not really much dick sucking. No safe sex happens, (WRAP IT UP PLEASE, I AM PREGNANT BY ACCIDENT SO DON’T BE LIKE ME), Reader does drive stoned. (DO NOT DO THAT PLEASE.) Cigarette smoking, other than that I think that’s all???

I did use inspiration from Eddie’s and Chrissy scene in their first hang out.

Requested by: Anonymous, link to request is here. Overall was requested for a female reader x Eddie fic based off the ending of the song, The Summoning By Sleep Token. (I am not taking anymore request at the moment.)

Summary: Reader had moved around most of her life leaving her unwilling to let anyone close to her after having her heart broken at a young age, she’d rather spend her Senior year alone than with people who probably wouldn’t care for her. She starts working at Family Video in which she asks Steve if he knew where she could find the local dealer. After learning about Eddie Munson ,reader starts buying from him, overtime starting to grow fond of him till a small relationship forms. Eddie wants more than the reader is allowing, causing a fight to break out over him begging her to come see his band play. Reader in the end pulls her head out of her ass, and realizes she cares about the boy as much as he cares about her.

Author’s note: I WILL SAY THE BEGINING IS LONG, AND EDDIE DOESN’T COME IN FOR A MINUTE. BUT PLEASE bare with me. I HAD TO ESABILISH SOME KIND OF STORY. You don't get to see Eddie till a little over 2,000 words in. BUT I PROMISE YOU, IT’S WORTH IT.

I spent the last few days working solely on this and have proofread but it was superlong so I hope I didn’t miss anything.

But to whoever requested this I hope you enjoy the vision I had came up with.

Writing Masterlist

Hawkins, Indiana. The home of the small town high school, Hawkins High, which I'll be attending till graduation in the spring.

Other than that, Hawkins was just another small town on the list of places I've lived.

It was a place that probably won't cross my mind ever again when I leave for college in the fall just like any of the other towns I have called home over the years.

My father's job caused us to move so often that I stopped being interested in finding ties to a town I wouldn't be in for long.

Ever since getting a promotion before I went into 7th grade, he has constantly moved our family  so he could help run or set up different stores across the country.

In result of that, the longest I tend to stay in a place is just for the school year. Maybe for the summer too if I'm lucky, but that seems to be about every other year.

Growing up with constantly moving made me crave structure. I act like I hate the idea of settling down and making friends, but actually I yearned for it.

I wanted strong friendships, I wanted to be on first name basis with the gas station clerk kind of thing, I wanted everything that came with a normal life.

But over the last few years I didn't see the point in making friends who would stop answering my calls or letters after a few weeks of me moving away.

So that dream life will just have to wait till I go to college next fall.

I had been dreaming of it since the summer of my freshman year.

I even started working that summer to save up for my apartment that I'll have during the four years I plan on attending.

I have so much money saved up because how badly I want this, and have worked my ass off to make sure I will get accepted.

I needed to have control of something in my life and this was the easiest most important way I could.

I thought about my life and the things that made up it as I drove down the run down road towards the high school.

How after having been to five other schools as the new girl, this sixth one probably wasn't going to be any different.

The nerves I had in middle school about starting new were gone now, having died out by freshman year.

The thought of being the new girl wasn't scary anymore, it was now routine.

My tires screech against the pavement as I pull into the parking lot, entering into an empty space.

Knowing what awaited me I grabbed by backpack and Walkman off the passenger side, throwing the worn out headphones over my ears.

My fingers pressing play as I hopped out of the seat of my car.

Walking towards the wide open doors, my eyes studied the school.

Hawkins High wasn't anything special, but neither were most the schools I went to.

It was your normal brick building with the school colors scatter about to capture that 'school spirt', with a big welcome sign seated up front to welcome in the new and returning students.

I reach the doors feeling eyes turn towards me from the lockers lined down the hall, other students taking a glimpse at the unknown student.

I was used to people whispering about me, usually wondering about the newest girl of the year. And I defiantly knew it was going to be bigger news once people found out I was a senior.

Not paying them any mind I followed the wall signs towards the door labeled 'office.'

I spent the twenty minutes before class filling out paperwork as the secretary retrieved my schedule. Reassuring the people in the office multiple times that I didn't need a student to show me around before heading to my classes for the day.

My first few classes were as normal as they could be. The teachers having me introduce myself to the class after realizing there was a new student on their roster. Syllabuses got handed out and read, stating what was expected for each class. And then most students avoiding me like the plague or gave me a small smile and a wave when passing in the hall.

Walking into lunch I felt heads turn towards me, knowing all the small-town kids who've known each other since preschool were talking about the new girl. Wondering if she had somewhere to sit or would dare sit alone.

That was the thing they didn't know though, I would rather sit by myself any day then beg someone to be my friend so I wouldn't be alone.

Finding an empty table near the windows I plopped myself into a seat, music playing through my headphones as I pulled out the work Mrs. Click had given us already.

I wasn't wanting to worry about finishing it later tonight since my first shift at my new job started after school.

I would rather eat a quick lunch on the way there than get off tonight and have to worry about finishing the assignment.

After lunch was over the second half of the day seemed to fly by, surprising me as the clock hit four pm when I got home.

I threw my bag onto my bed, grabbing the dark green Family Video vest off my chair as I made my way back to my car.

The job didn't seem like anything special from the outside and I doubt it was going to change my life or anything. But it was a way to make money and something to keep me occupied during my time here in Hawkins.

The sound of the bell ringing greeted me as I entered the store, causing me to groan internally because I knew soon I was going to loathe the sound.

My line of vision hit the front desk, looking for the man named Steve Harrington, who Keith told me would be training me today.

A tall brunette comes from behind the shelf, huge hands holding a small stack of tapes.

"Welcome to Fam- Oh, you must be (Y/N) the new hire. I'm Steve." He smiles, eyes glimmering as they meet the vest I'm wearing.

"That's me." I shrug slightly, watching as he studied me.

Steve wasn't bad looking and defiantly was not my usual type, but he wasn't something I wouldn't mind looking at from time to time. I memorized the way his longish hair sat and freckles that scattered across his neck to the way his muscles peaked out from under his polo as he held the tapes.

Realizing he had spent 30 seconds too long staring, he coughed awkwardly motioning his head towards the back of the counter.

"We should probably get you clocked in before we start training you in the 'Family Video way." He quotes sarcastically.

His free hand making quotations causing me to roll my eyes playfully in response.

Steve notices, laughing lightly while he placed the tapes on the counter.

"It's what Keith says we have to say when we train someone new. But I think he just likes trying to make my job a little harder." Steve explains, rummaging through a drawer till he pulls out  a blank time card.

Laughing at his comment, I take the time card and pen from his grasp.

"So you can smile, I was worried you were going to have the whole 'I'm going to kill you vibe' all night long." He teases, watching as I write my name and the date across the paper.

"Don't get too excited, if I end up not liking you it could still happen." I shake my head playfully, going to sign on the time.

"You can write you were here 10 minutes earlier, Keith never checks the cameras." Steve promises, catching me off guard as my eyebrow raises in response.

"You trying to get me fired already Steve?"  I mock, watching his lips turn up into a smile.

"I wouldn't do that unless you actually tried to kill me." He jokes, causing me to grin in amusement, scribbling 4:15 onto my time card.

The bell rings again for the second time that night as I look over to him,

"Looks like we have our first customer of the night." I sigh, placing my time card with the rest on the counter.

As the night went on I realized my job here at Family Video was actually one of the easier jobs I've had over the years.

There really wasn't much to it other than helping customers, keeping track and stocking innovatory,  taking care of the store plus it's merchandise and either closing or opening the store depending on your shift.

Not to mention as well that Steve was surprisingly a good trainer. He was fun, light hearted, and didn't get upset or acted like I was stupid if I forgot how to do something. Instead he would explain it again understanding sometimes it was hard to get used to some things.

The night went by fast due to the steady stream of customers we had, which Steve promised wasn't normal for a Monday and that next week would probably feel so slow compared to today.

Steve had allowed me to do honors of locking the door after waving off the last customer of the night,  celebrating a successful evening.

We finished rewinding the brought back tapes and putting them into their designated areas before closing down the register, deciding to save sweeping and mopping for last.

Steve followed behind me as I swept, mopping the hardwood floors.

"How is Hawkins treating you so far?" Steve asks filling the quiet air while swirling the soapy mop against the walkway.

Thinking about my response I stop sweeping, turning towards him.

"Can I be honest or are you going to judge me if I say the wrong thing?" I ask him with a serious look on my face.

Stopping his movements as well, he brings his eyes to mine.

"Why would I judge you?" He asks, bringing his hand to his hip while the other hand leaned against the mop handle.

"Hawkins has been fine the past couple of days, but uh" I trail off, moving my eyes down to the broom handle I was playing with nervously.

"But?" He asks as I sigh, lifting my eyes back up to meet his.

"But I can't seem to find out where to get any uh-stuff around here." I tell him, hoping he would understand.

"What stuff?" He asks confused, causing me to roll my eyes at the boy.

"Weed Harrington, weed. I haven't learned who sells here yet." I laugh watching the realization of what I meant wash over his face.

"Oh okay. Well that's easy, you could go to Eddie Munson." He tells me, dipping the mop back into the bucket of water.

"So where do I find him then?" I ask, going back to moving the broom across the floor, picking up pieces of dirt and dust.

"Uh, I think he's actually in school again this year since I didn't see him at graduation.  So you could probably find him tomorrow." He answers, letting the loud thud of the mop head hit the floor.

"But be careful around him." Steve warns, lifting up a finger to me.

Stopping my movements again I turn towards the boy.

"Wait why be careful?" I ask him, confused on why he would say that. Unless the guy was like a serial killer or something.

"He's just a little bit of a freak. He listens to crazy music and of course as I told you deals drugs. Plus he plays that kid game, DND, and he's also in like a satanic band." Steve explains, the judgment in his voice lingering as he mops the dry wood.

"In a band you say. Does he play the guitar? Can he sing?" I joke, going back to finishing the floor.

"Yeah, I think he does play and if you want to call what he does singing." Steve answers, chuckling slightly.

"Sounds like he may be my type Harrington." I tease, knowing he's rolling his eyes behind me while we finish closing the store.

Heading into the school the next morning I was praying to find this Eddie Munson that Steve had told me to find.

I was desperate need of release because I finished the rest of my stash after getting off work last night.

If I don't get something soon I don't know how I'll survive the stress of senior year and work.

I had asked Steve before getting into my car where I would more than likely find him at school but he didn't have a clear answer since he didn't know much about the boy.

Just said I'll know he's him when I see him, that him and his friends are different from everyone else the high school.

Which basically left me with nothing, because what the hell was the supposed to mean?

I've came to notice two things over the years when figuring out who the dealer or dealers of the schools were. They were usually either the jocks no one would expect or the students with just enough charisma that they could convince anyone they wouldn't dare do that.

But they didn't always fall into those categories.

I scanned the halls as I walked to my first class, seeing the usual cheerleaders and jocks in their letterman jackets but none of them giving off the vibe of the local dealer.

The rest of the students left in the hall looked like they wouldn't dare touch it, let alone sell it.

None of them looked the way Steve had led me to believe Eddie would look like.

I felt discouraged as I sat down at my desk, hopping to find him at some point in the day. But at the moment it felt like I was looking for a needle in a haystack.

By the time lunch came around I wondered if Steve might have been wrong about him still being in school. Maybe he did graduate and Steve hadn't noticed. Or maybe he dropped out, having not wanted to finish school.

Or maybe he wasn't as bad as Steve tried to make him out to be so I'm looking for the wrong person.

Sitting down at the table I had sat the day before, I listened to the music playing through my ears. My eyes scanning the room over the top of my book.

I saw the usual cliques as I looked around the room but nothing screaming "Satan worshipers' like Steve had warned.

Turning my line of vision towards the tables in front of me I see a group stand out over the rest of the students a few tables down.

The occupants of the table were wearing leather jackets, torn vests and jeans. Just overall looking like themselves compared to the other students who looked like they walked out of a page of the latest magazine.

Leaning back slightly I eyed the table. My vision being drawn to the front to see a long curly haired brunette telling what seemed to be a dramatic story. The rest of the table watched in awe, laughing and making comments at the boy.

I took his appearance in, he was wearing black jeans that were ripped at the knee. There was a chain poking out beside him, the leather jacket he wore had a battle vest paired with. It had patches and pins scattered across it. The hand that brought whatever he was eating to his mouth were decorated in chunky silver rings, leather and chain bracelets sticking out as his sleeve rolled down slightly.

That has to be him, I thought to myself as I drooled mentally for a second.

I may have been right, this man was just my type.

I decided to let myself admire him for a second longer, not realizing he would notice the feeling of my eyes observing him so soon.

His eyes turned to meet mine as I adverted my sight quickly towards the words in front of me, feeling my face reddening slightly while the boy watched me for a moment.

I didn't dare to look up from my book the rest of lunch and wondered if the stares I felt were coming from him or someone else in the room.

I was one of the first students out of the lunch room when the bell rang to dismiss us.

Nervous about having been caught, I headed to the bathroom before going to class to catch my breath for a second.

Making my way down the hall I turn the corner not expecting to run chest first into someone this late into the passing period.

"Oh shit I'm so- you're new right?" I hear as I look at the chest of the person I ran into.

The battle vest and leather looking familiar as I took in the pins and patches, realizing as I stepped back that I had ran into the person I've been looking for.

"Are you alright?" He asks with concern in his voice, his hand moving to touch my forearm gently.

"I'm fine, just kind of shocked that's all." I laugh lightly, lifting my gaze to meet his to see the worry in his eyes disappear.

"And uh- yeah I just moved here for my senior year." I finish, watching his brown eyes crinkle while his lip curl up into a smile.

"Well welcome to Hawkins, I'm Eddie. Eddie Munson, I do wish we could of had a less painful introduction than this though." He grins, dimples popping out as he extends his hand towards mine.

"(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." I smile lightly, taking his hand into mine.

The bell above us rings making me pull my hand away in shock as we realize passing period is now over.

"I should get going if actually plan on graduating this year." Eddie chuckles, pulling his hand back awkwardly.

Nodding in agreement we both stand there for a second, neither of us taking the first step to leave.

"Before I go, I uh saw you sitting alone at lunch. And if you want you could always join me and the rest of hellfire." He offers, twirling the ring on his left pointer finger nervously. A small blush playing on his cheeks, while he glances down at his shoes.

"Hellfire? Is that your band?" I ask curiously, watching his demeanor change in response.

"It's not, but you have heard of me?" He questions with amusement in his voice. His body stands a little taller, moving to lean against the lockers next to me as his arms cross across his chest. Smile tugging on his lips playfully.

"I had um- asked around about finding uh- supplies and I got your name along with some warnings." I tell him sheepishly, hearing his laugh escape through his lips.

"Sounds about right, just I can't get you stuff at the moment." Eddie tells me, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"But we are already late, so how do you feel about going out to the woods?" Eddie asks with a raised eyebrow, bringing his fingers to his lips in a smoking motion.

"I would beg please." I laugh, watching his smile widen.

He leads me out the door in the hallway, showing me the way to the picnic table in the woods.

I sit down across from him watching him dig around the pack of camels he pulled out of his jacket pocket.

Pulling out an already rolled joint Eddie smiles in triumph, handing it to me along with his lighter.

"Most people around here have smoked my weed at some point before they even come up to me. So um since you're new I figured you can smoke it before you decide to buy it." Eddie explains, watching as I bring the joint to my lips. The clicking of the lighter lighting the paper into a burning ember.

Inhaling I feel the familiar haze wash over my body and mind releasing all the stress and tension the day had brought so far.

Coughing slightly due to the harsh hit, I pass the joint back to Eddie.

"Thank you, you don't know how bad I needed this." I thank him, exhaling the thick smoke into the air around us.

"Trust me, I get it. High school and life can be rough." He welcomes, bringing the burning smoke to his lips.

"So tonight doesn't work for me to meet up with you because I'm playing at the hideout tonight. But I could meet up with you here tomorrow or after school at one of our places if you're comfortable with that." He tells me, as my smaller fingers takes the joint back from between his.

"I couldn't do tonight anyway because I work Tuesdays, but I can do tomorrow. And meeting at your house will work, I need to learn my way around town anyway." I laugh lightly feeling the high starting to hit me as I breathe out what was left of my hit.

"So what's the hideout?" I ask him curiously, seeing his eyes spark up as he takes a hit.

"It's just some shitty bar here in town, and it's pretty cool actually. And we get a crowd there of about um- five drunks." Eddie tells me, humor in voice.

I hear myself giggle in response, fingers brushing against his more the higher I get.

"Yeah, it's not exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere right?" He finishes, playfully shrugging his shoulders.

"So is that what you hope to do with your life? Get somewhere with your music?" I ask, taking the second to last hit that was left.

"That's the plan. I love music and love the thought of being able to travel the country while doing what I love." Eddie nods, taking the joint between his lips before putting it out on the table.

"If that's what you want, then it sounds nice. I think everyone should do what makes them happy." I tell him, touching his forearm gently.

"How about you? What plan do you have?" He questions, resting his chin on his hand.

"Um, I've moved around every year the last five, six years so I'm really trying to make it to college and decide from there." I admit to him.

"So we're on two different spectrums?" He chuckles, as I nod in agreement.

"So it would seem." I laugh lightly.

"Do you know much are you wanting tomorrow?" Eddie asks, pulling a cigarette out of the pack on the table.

"What are your prices?" I ask him, watching him light the cigarette.

He inhales, chewing on his lip for a second before talking.

"I can do a half ounce for um $20." Eddie offers, lifting the cigarette up for me to take.

"That works and would be great." I smile, taking the cigarette from him.

"You know you don't seem as bad as people say." I tell him as the cigarette rest on my lips, my glassy eyes smiling over at him.

"Mean and scary?" Eddie asks, hand rubbing his cheek while a smile forms.

"Yeah." I nod, biting back my smile as I pass him the cigarette.

"Actually in other good news- flattery works with me. " Eddie smiles, as I raise an eyebrow.

"So uh 25% discount for the half. I can do fifteen bucks. But just so you know, you're robbing me blind here." He finishes, with a grin and a blush across his face when he brings the cigarette to his lips.

The moment in the woods with Eddie helped me surive the rest of my classes and made me ready to set Steve straight at work.

"Steve, he is not that bad." I tell him grabbing my time card out of the stack.

"Who?" He asks, glancing up from the computer.

"Eddie." I tell him scrunching my eyebrow, because who else would I be talking about?

"Whatever you say." He shakes his head, tying away on the keyboard.

"So does that mean you got your stuff?" Steve asks, looking up to me as I peak over from the side of him to watch him check accounts for past due movies.

"No, but I did talk to him. We're supposed to meet at his place tomorrow." I shrug, watching him mark an account with a late charge.

"Meeting at his place huh?" Steve teases, playful smirk on his face as I bump my hip against his shoulder.

"Stop it's not like that, plus I don't do relationships. I learned that after my freshman year." I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You do know you don't have to be in a relationship for stuff to happen right?" He asks, eyes meeting playfully with mine.

"Steve, we aren't close enough yet for you to tease me like this. Now stop before I do go back to having my murderous stare." I laugh, giving him another small shove.

"I was just saying." He shrugs, going back to typing away.

The next day and a half went by fast as I waited in anticipation for meeting with Eddie.

Pulling into the Munson's drive, I felt more nervous now than I had felt about starting school.

It felt different being here than being out in the woods with him since now I knew he wasn't a dick like some of the drug dealers I had in the past.

Walking up to the door I take a deep breath as I knocked, praying to god Eddie would be the one to answer.

A few moments after my fist met the door, it opens to reveal a smiling Eddie.

"Hey, you made it, come on in." He tells me, extending his arm out into the home.

"Why wouldn't I?" I ask him, taking a step inside.

All the mugs scattered on the walls catches my eye as I scan over them. Turning towards him with a raised brow, I smile watching him redden up a bit.  

"Yeah sorry about that, they're my uncle's. It's just me and him here, but don't worry he's already gone for work. And uh, I was worried you might have decided against meeting here." Eddie tells me, leading me to the kitchen.

"But anyway, my stuff is on the counter over here." He motions to the counter where a scale and a jar sat.

I watched as he set the scale, weighting the product to measure it out.

"You want to take a look?" Eddie asks taking a step back so I could read the scale.

"Eddie that's a little more than a half?" I turn towards him to see him nodding lightly.

"Consider it a gift for being a first time buyer." He winks, going to bag it up for me.

"Can I just give you $20 then, you're already giving me a great deal." I beg digging into my purse for the money before holding it out to him.

"I told you 15 yesterday so it's 15."He shakes his head, pushing away the 20.

"That was for a half though, and this clearly isn't a half." I argue holding the bag he gives me, feeling bad because he gave me two more grams than he was supposed to on top of the deal he was already giving me.

"Sweetheart, it's fine I promise you." Eddie reassures me, as I feel my cheeks redden at the nickname.

"Whatever you say Eddie." I sigh, going to grab a 10 and a 5 to complete the transaction.

Eddie walks me to back to the front door, his hand resting in his back pocket.

"Thank you for this, it should last me a while." I tell him, tapping my purse.

"It's no problem really, thank you for coming to me." He smiles, freehand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well it's kind of late, I should probably be heading home." I trail, looking around nervously, not wanting to intrude.

I'm about to reach the doorknob as Eddie interrupts.

"Unless you want to stay for a little while?" He asks, causing me to turn back around.

"We could watch a movie and match joint for joint?" He offers as my thumb plays with the strap of my purse while I contemplate staying.  

I don't usually hang out with people, let alone smoke with other people, especially more than once.

But he doesn't seem to be a horrible person to be around, and I probably will be seeing him for a good amount of the next year.

"Okay." I nod, watching Eddie's face light up.

We sat there watching something that was playing on TV, surrounded in thick smoke as we passed the joint back and forth. Bodies naturally getting closer with each pass we do.

"So what do you do in your free time? Other than smoke obviously?" Eddie asks me, pulling my attention away from the movie.

"Oh um, I mostly work or just do homework. Like I said the other day, I've been dreaming of college so I mostly just focus on that." I tell him, blowing out smoke.

"I wish I could say the same for me, this is my third year as a senior. My GPA is like less than 1 if that's even possible." He admits to me, a nervous laugh following as I give him the joint.

I watch him take a hit, feeling shy to look over after sharing the information.

Leaning in a bit more, I rest my hand on his freehand.

"Hey, at least you're here. There's many people who would of gave up after failing the first time. Plus everyone has their own speed, life isn't a race to win." I smile softly, Eddie's brown eyes moving to meet mine.

"Plus, if you ever need help you could just ask me." I tell him, feeling my eyes glimmer.

"Thank you." He nods before opening his mouth again.

"I actually really think this is my year." Eddie tells me smiling slightly, causing me to laugh lightly in response.

"Yeah?" I grin at him.

"Yeah," He nods, giving my hand a light squeeze.

Seeing through the cloudiness in my brain, I realize we're still holding hands after a few moments.

Pulling away, I glance over to the clock by the TV.  

"It's been fun, but I should really get going." I tell Eddie, standing up.

"It is getting late, but I'll see you at school tomorrow right?" He asks, standing up as well.

"Yeah, I'll be there." I nod at him, feeling him watch me gather my things.

"Think you might sit with Hellfire at lunch?" Eddie questions as I start heading towards the door.

Reaching the door I turn around slightly, hand resting on the knob.

"Probably not Eddie, nothing against you or them I promise. I just don't like to make friends, I've lost too many of them over the years." I confess, his face dropping slightly as he nods.

"Well if you ever change your mind, there's always a spot available." He smiles lightly, trying to mask the pain while taking a step forward.

"But really thank you for this Eddie, I really needed it." I tell him truthfully. Taking a step forward before I realize what I'm doing, I find my lips being placed on his cheek.

Pulling away shocked at my actions, I open the door quickly, turning to tell him goodbye.

"I'll see you soon, I promise," I smile, basically running out of his trailer.

It's been a little over a month of me living in Hawkins since that first transaction with Eddie.

School had been decent and working with Robin and Steve had actually been a blessing. I don't know how I would survive there without them.

Eddie and I talk quite a bit actually, sometimes just in passing through the halls. Sometimes before entering lunch as he asks me if I'm sure I didn't want to sit at his table, which I reassure him I'm okay alone especially since I usually work on homework anyway and didn't want any distractions.

Sometimes we just meet up in the woods for a smoke break on days that seem unbearable.

With everything going on with Eddie and the duo at work I've been feeling conflicted and have been questioning everything.

I don't usually allow myself to be so vulnerable with people.

I've had laughs with them, hell have hung out with them all at some point even.

That wasn't who I was when I got here, I hadn't allowed myself to feel for years before moving here.

It has me wondering what was in the air here in Hawkins.

Hell Robin even sits next me in the few classes we have together, leaving me to have a partner when a teacher says to partner up for the first time in years.

I am thankful for her though because she does make school not be as boring.

Exiting our last class for the day, Robin follows me towards my locker.

"What are you doing today on your day off?" She asks as I open the door.

"I have no idea, but I need to talk to Eddie about getting some more.. stuff soon." I whisper quietly motioning to the teachers standing outside their doors.

"On a Friday?" She smirks teasingly.

"Stop, it's not like that." I tell her, rolling my eyes while putting away the books I didn't need.

"Mmmh. Well because of Dustin I know they have Hellfire tonight, but I'm sure Eddie would love meeting up with you after its over, you know late at night." Robin says playfully, leaning against the locker next to mine.

"Robin, I swear to god I will quit our job right now leaving to work with either Steve or Keith alone on all of your shifts." I raise an eyebrow, challenging her to continue.

"Okay, I'll stop but I just think you two would be cute, and I know you two like each other. I can see it." She says holding her books in defense.

"I think you're delusional, plus shouldn't you be leaving to get to work on time since band isn't needed today?" I ask her, packing my backpack.

"Okay, I may be delusional most days but I promise you not on this." Robin laughs, removing her back from the locker.

"And yeah, Steve's probably outside. I'll see you tomorrow night at work though, and make sure you tell me everything that happens." She calls out, turning down to walk towards the exit.

"Nothing is going to happen!" I yell, hearing footsteps approach me on my other side.  

"What's not going to happen?" A curious Eddie asks as I look over.  

"Robin was just being stupid and teasing me about not having anything to do on a Friday since I'm off." I shake my head, throwing my bag over my shoulder while my free hand closed my locker.

"Oh?" He asks, playing with his rings.

"Yeah, but actually would you be free tonight for me to come... visit? I got paid yesterday." I trail off, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Are you already out again?" Eddie chuckles as I redden.

"No but I'm getting close, I don't think you understand how much I uh-consume a day." I chose my words carefully, waving as Mrs. Click walks pass us.

"Would around 8:30/9 work for you? I have hellfire tonight and it's probably going to go on late tonight." He asks.

"Yeah, I'll be there then. Thank you, see you then." I smile, touching his arm before waving goodbye.

I wait till it's closer to nine to leave my house, determining it would be better to arrive later in case he wasn't done as early as he thought.

Pulling into his driveway I see his van parked and Eddie waiting on the porch for me, smoking a cigarette.

"How was your campaign?" I ask climbing out of my car as he stands up.

"It actually went really well, how was having some free time for once?" Eddie teases while I make my way to the porch.

"Actually I uh did homework for most the night, but now I don't have to worry about finishing anything this weekend." I tell him, shrugging slightly, feeling my lips turn up into a smile.

"You're something else (Y/L/N)." He chuckles, opening his door for me.

"Same as usual right?" Eddie asks as I nod.

As he goes to weight it I sit on the couch opening my draw string bag I brought with me.

"Yow know, I um checked this out last night before I left work because in the next couple months everyone's going to want it once the second one comes out. I still haven't gotten around to re-watching it, and really don't want to waste the money I spent renting it?" I explain, waving Nightmare On Elm Street between my fingers.

"Is that your way of asking if I want to watch it with you tonight?" Eddie grins teasingly, walking over to hand me the bag he filled.

"Might be." I laugh, handing him his money and the tape.

"What if I would of been busy tonight?' He questions, humor in his voice as he puts the tape in.

"Then I guess you would of had to cancel." I tell him, raising an eyebrow as Eddie shakes his head making his way towards the couch.

Smoke filled the room while we watched the movie.

Even though I had seen this a few times, I tucked my head against his shoulder throughout different portions of the movie. My high making me jump more than I would usually.

"Scared princess?" Eddie smirks, lighting another joint he had rolled.

"No," I lie, taking the joint from him as he gives me a blank stare.

"I'm not, I'm more like grossed out." I laugh, bringing it to my lips, still leaning onto him with my feet tucked under me.

"Don't like gore?" He asks, watching my mouth pull away from the joint.

"No, not at all." I admit, holding down a cough as his fingers linger longer than usual when I pass him the smoke.

"Then why would you pick a glory movie?" Eddie snorts.

"I didn't remember it being it this bad." I tell him truthfully, feeling his arm wrap around to hold me while he leans forward to ash the joint.

"You know, if you wanted to cuddle with me you could of just asked." Eddie jokes, leaning back to pass it to me.

"I didn't want to cuddle with you." I shake my head in response, inhaling the smoke.

I felt my cheeks start to redden as the air seemed to shift, wondering if there was tension between us or if I was just high and imagining it.

"Babe, you're already are." Eddie laughs, giving my side that he was holding a light squeeze.

"Munson, if I wanted to get under you I wouldn't have had to use a scary movie, that's just more work on my part." I tell him, smirk playing on my lip as I give him the last hit.

"Are you calling me easy?" He asks, eyes gleaming as he inhales the rest before putting it out, strong grip never leaving my side.

"I don't know, are you?" I tease, feeling my heart starting to beat faster at the way he was looking at me.

"Are you trying to find out?" He questions, eyes moving from my lips to my eyes while his hand traces circles on the exposed part of my hip.  

I took a deep breath, resting my hand onto his chest.

"And if I was? What would you do?" I ask batting my eyes lightly, the glimmer of the forgotten movie lighting his face.

"What would you let me do?" He gulps, other hand moving to hold my knee.

"Honestly? Anything." I barely whisper, this time taking my eyes from his to his lips and back.

Taking that as a sign, Eddie leans in gently. His lips brushing against mine as his hand lightly digs into my thigh, both of us holding our breath as our lips meet.

Kissing back slowly, I feel him part his lips lightly against mine. The tenderness of the kiss making me breath heavy as he presses into the kiss a little harder. I feel my hand grip his shirt tighter as my other hand moved to hold the back of his head.

We sit there for a few minutes, lips connecting sweetly as we explore each other's mouths. His tongue lightly licking my bottom lip before entering. The feeling of his hair between my fingers made me moan as he ran his tongue against mine, a little rougher than how he had been kissing me.

Not removing my mouth from his, I lift myself up slightly so I can slide onto his lap. Straddling him, I feel his hands move to hold the tops of my thighs as I slowly rock my hips against his. The kisses start to get a little heavier as I start pulling his jacket off his chest, biting his lip lightly between kisses.

I felt like I never wanted this moment to end, the taste of weed and cigarettes taking up my taste buds as I slide my tongue against his. Eddie groans against my mouth, his hands roaming up underneath my shirt to hold me close.

Pulling away I felt my chest feeling like my heart was about to burst through my shirt.

"Eddie?" I ask him, resting my forehead against his.

"Hm?" He hums at me, breathing as heavily as I was.

"If you want this, then that's all this will ever be. Nothing more, and I'm okay with it if you are but I just needed you to know in case you thought this was something else." I tell him watching him take in the information as I pull back slightly.

"If you don't want to do that then we can forget this ever happened." I continue nervously, loosening up my grip on his shirt.

Eddie licks his lips lightly as I held my breath. In reality it had only been a few seconds but the cloudiness of my mind made it feel like forever.

"(Y/N), I'm okay with this if you are." He reassures me, hands moving to hold my hips as he looked at me deeply.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to do something you don't actually want to do." I ask, watching as he groans teasingly.

"God, why won't you listen to what I say?"  Eddie laughs, moving to lay me down on the couch beneath him.

Climbing over me, I smile as he hovers above my face.

"When I say I'm okay with something, I'm okay with it. Doesn't matter if it's this, giving you more weed, or anything. If I said it's okay, then it's okay." Eddie tells me, smile playing on his lips.

"Okay." I nod biting my lip as he leans down to connect his with mine again.

Pulling away he starts kissing on my neck, hands running beneath my shirt to pinch my nipples lightly causing me to gasp underneath him.

"Now, let me make you feel good." Eddie breaths against me, licking a sensitive spot on my neck.

"Okay," I nod, eyes closed as I whimper at the feeling of his rough tongue against my neck. The coolness of it soothing the hash bites and nips he trails across it.

"Good, because you deserve to relax princess." He tells me, tongue connecting with my ear lobe, as my shoulder tenses in response.

"Uh, uh. Sweetheart, lets see you loosen up." He tsks, biting my lobe, causing me to cry out beneath him as I take a deep breathe in hopes of relaxing my body.

"Good girl sweetheart, how about we get these pants off?" Eddie praises, pulling up to unbutton my jeans.

Hooking his long fingers with the inside of the pants, he pulls them down completely along with the purple lace panties I had wore tonight.

"Aw did you expect something to happen tonight sweetheart?" He teases, tossing them to the floor.

"No, but I wore them in case." I admit, breathing hitching as he licks up my thigh. His mouth  leaving small bites while one of his hands moved to sperate my legs. Pulling it over on to his shoulder.

A gasp slips my lips when Eddie takes his tongue lightly between my folds, licking softly.

One of my hand move to hold his hair as he dives in, tongue meeting my clit as he slowly circles around it.

"Hold as tightly as you need baby." Eddie tells me, taking one hand and tracing his finger up and down slowly before slipping it inside of me. As I arche my back in response feeling Eddie smirk against me.

Matching speed with his finger, he flicked his tongue against my clit while he pumped his finger in and out of me leaving me moaning beneath him.

Taking my freehand I move to lift up my shirt, feeling Eddie help me slide it up with his other hand.

Pitching my nipple I look down to make eye contact with Eddie as he moans against me, brown eyes shinning towards mine.

He adjusts himself so he can support himself up and pay attention my other nipple while my hand holds his hair.

Feeling that usual squeeze in my stomach, I cry out feeling him add another finger.

The feeling of his mouth licking and sucking lightly on my clit driving me wild as the edges of his rings press inside of me when he curls his fingers, pumping them in and out.

"Come on princess, let yourself go. It's okay to relax," Eddie mumbles against me.

"I feel you tensing beneath me. Just breathe okay? Let yourself cum all over me." He assures me before diving back into pleasing me.

Nodding, I take a deep breath, allowing my body to feel the pleasure coming from all directions.

Eddie speeds up a little bit. Fingers pumping faster as his tongue rubs against my clit at the same pace.

"I'm getting close Eddie." I cry out, leaning forward more as he hums against me, bringing his eyes back to mine.

I feel the usual wave of emotion hit my body as I unwind all over him, screaming out his name as he rides out my high on his mouth and fingers.

He pulls fingers out of me, bringing them to my mouth which I opened up obediently for him, licking and sucking on them while he licks me clean below.

"Such a good girl baby." Eddie smirks, pulling away from me as he wipes his mouth clean.

"Think you're ready for me? Or do you need a moment?" He asks, sitting up to undo his jeans.

"I'm ready for you." I nod, leaning forward to help him pull them down as his cock springs up.

"You're just full of many surprises aren't you Munson?" I smirk, leaning forward to lick up his long shaft, hearing him groan from the friction.

"Sweetheart as much as I would love to see what that mouth could do, I almost came while taking care of you." Eddie chuckles, hand going underneath my chin to stop me  when I tried to go back down on him.

Nodding I sit up, pulling my shirt off completely as he pulls his off over his head as well.

Climbing on to him I position him below me, moving down slowly as his hands grip my hips harshly.

"Fuck (Y/N), you feel so fucking good wrapped around me baby." Eddie breathes, face scrunching up in pleasure as he bottoms out into me.

"You're so big Eddie, stretching me out completely." I tell him, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I rock against him.

The feeling of his huge cock hitting my cervix makes me whimper as I started to lift and roll my hips against his.

Leaning forward I attach my mouth to his Adam's apple that he had exposed while being a moaning mess beneath me.

I bite the area lightly, letting my nails dig into his chest while I worked on his neck.

"Fuck baby, just like that." Eddie groans, making me moan as I feel the vibrations through his neck while I licked and sucked all over him.  

I whimper feeling him adjust below me as he starts pounding into me while I work my hips down.  

Moving his head so his lips meet mine, I moan into the kiss, tongue sliding against his as I struggled to hold myself still against him. All the movement from both us making me cry out as I felt my stomach starting to turn again.

Feeling Eddie let go of one side of me, I feel my body shutter when his thumb meets my clit, rubbing a circular motion as we both chased to find our highs.

Eddie moves his other hand to hold my throat, making me look straight at him as he pounds up into me.

"Come on baby, you can do it. " He mutters, leaning down to bite my collarbone.

"Let yourself cum for me again baby, just remember to breathe okay?" Eddie orders bringing kisses to my jaw.

I feel my airway tightening as he brings his mouth towards my neck and ear, licking and sucking making me want to scream as I try my hardest to breathe through the stimulation at hand.

"Cum for me princess, cum all over my cock." He whispers.

Taking a deep breathe I cry out feeling my stomach twist, knowing I was done for.

"Eddie, I'm cumming. Fuck." I let out, feeling him not stop his motions as I ride out my orgasm.

Once I was done I felt Eddie twitch inside me, warm liquid pooling as his thrusts got sloppier.

Pulling off of him, I lay down onto the couch, not being able to breathe.

Eddie gets up tiredly, walking to find me a cloth get get cleaned up with.  

"Do you want to stay the night?" Eddie asks, still breathing heavily as he hands me my clothes. Shaking my head, I go to pull my shirt over my head.

"Eddie I can't, I told you what this was going to be. That's going out of territory." I sigh, standing up to put on my bottoms.

"Come on just this once, it's late and you're still a little stoned. We smoked more that usual and  I don't want to risk you getting hurt." He pleads, grabbing my hand to pull me towards him.

I sigh, looking up into his eyes while pressed against his chest, knowing he was right.

"Only this one time Munson, I swear." I tell him, watching his eyes light up the few inches above mine.  

It didn't end up being that one night only.

It's been a few more months since that night and I have spent the night at least one time every weekend, breaking my own rule because I couldn't say no to those big doe eyes.

It had became ritual to hook up either before school or after school, (sometimes even during school,) at least once a day.

Robin and Steve have teased me, especially the day after the first night because it looked like I had been mauled by a bear by the time I had gotten to work the next day.

But they say I look happier, which I shrug off because there wasn't any reason for me to be happier. We were just two people hooking up.

At least we were supposed to be.

But not long after, things started to go into a territory it shouldn't have.  

It started off with small things, Eddie leaving notes in my locker. Sometimes leaving hand picked flowers in my drivers side for me to find after school.

Hell he even brought me lunch at work a few times, trying to pass it off that it was because Dustin wanted to visit Steve.

With every action I would ask him if he was okay with what we're doing, scared he wasn't. But he would always say he was fine with our arrangement, it was my fault I listened.

It wasn't that I didn't like how Eddie was treating me, to be honest I was shocked most the time because I had never had anyone do the things he's done.  

The last time I had fully dated anyone was my freshman year and we promised each other to still talk over the summer and see about me coming down to visit. But before I was supposed to visit I found out he had started hooking up with the girl who was supposed to be my best friend.

After that I swore I wasn't going to date again, or make friends, just leave things casual with me and anyone.

Which is why I wasn't sure how casual it was with me laying in Eddie's arms cuddling with him on a Friday night after hooking up for probably the millionth time.

I felt his fingers run up and down my arm as my eyes grew heavy.

"Do you think you could come see me play Tuesday?" He asks out of nowhere causing my eyes to open up wide.

"What?" I question, sitting up slightly to look down at him.

"Would you come see us play Tuesday, it's been months of this and you still haven't came to a show." Eddie tells me, moving to sit up with me.

Holding one of his blankets to my chest, I stand up.

"Eddie, you know I work Tuesdays." I tell him nervously, looking for my clothes on the floor.

"Just ask for the day off." He shrugs, standing up with me.

Grabbing my shirt off the floor, I throw it on.

"Eddie why would I ask for a day off to see you play? We aren't serious enough for me to do that." I ask him, feeling anger starting to take over.

"Not serious enough (Y/N)? Then what the hell have we been doing?" He expresses, raising his voice slightly as I grab my jeans.

"We've been having fun Eddie, and it's not my fault if you couldn't keep your eyes on the agreement we had made." I spit at him, the words hitting him like venom.

"Well I'm sorry for thinking you had started to feel the same way I did." Eddie rolls his eyes,  grabbing his shirt to put on.

"I think we need to end this." I tell him going to grab my purse as he pulls my hand.

"Wait, please don't go." He begs as I take a deep breath, realizing how serious this fight had gotten.

"Eddie, I think I need to leave before you get hurt and your heart gets broken." I whisper, watching his eyes break.

"(Y/N) I don't care if you hurt me, because guess what if you walk out that door my heart is going to break either way. I would rather have whatever this is as long as I can before it does get broken." Eddie admits to me causing my eyes to water, tear slipping down my face.

Shaking him off my arm and wiping away the tears, I start walking towards the door before turning around slightly.

"That's why I have to go Eddie, I couldn't stand to know how much you were hurting and that it was my fault. I might as well leave before it gets worse." I apologize, turning towards the door before rushing out.

Eddie follows me out in his boxers and t-shirt calling out to me, begging for me to stay and fix things.

I ignored his advances pulling out of his drive with tears streaming heavily, seeing  him follow me out into the street, yelling as he watched me drive away.

Getting home I made my parents promise to tell anyone who may show up other than Robin that I wasn't feeling well or accepting visitors.

I called out from work the next two days, knowing Eddie would show up looking for me and I wouldn't be able to handle seeing him.

Robin came by Sunday night after work demanding to know what was going on.

"Tell me what is going on with you? It's not like you to call out one day let alone two in a row." She asks sitting next to me while I sniffle against my pillow, not wanting to look at her.

"I just feel like a bad person. I broke one of my few rules and hurt someone important to me." I tell her, feeling the sympathy radiate off of her.

"Is this about Eddie?" She whispers quietly, bringing her hand to rub my hair.

"Mmh. And god, why do you and Steve have to be so great too? All of you made me break my rules." I sob into my pillow as she laughs lightly, patting my head.

"(Y/N) most rules are meant to be broken at one point or another." Robin tells me as I catch my breath to look at her.

"You don't understand why I have them." I remind her, sitting up slightly as she scoots over.

"Then tell me, and then maybe tell Eddie." She asks as I nod slightly.

"My freshman year I fell head-over-heels for this sophomore,  thought it was love. All that 14-15 year old crap." I laugh lightly as she nods, listening.

"We did everything together, went on dates, car rides, even lost my virginity to him." I continue, playing with my hands nervously.

"And then I moved and we continued talking on the phone for the first month of summer all the time. But then he started missing calls, or getting off the phone earlier than usual. Then when I would try to call my 'best friend' she would be missing calls as well, and that went on for about a month before I was supposed to go down for the fourth of July." I tell her.

"Then what happened?" Robin asks, face in her hand as her arm rests on her knee

"Then a week before I was about to come down Bailey called me crying one night, telling me she was sorry and hated herself. Told me she had started hooking up with Michael a few weeks prior." I sigh, feeling my eyes water as hers widen.

"No way." Robin exclaims as I nod.

"Yeah, and when I confronted Michael he said it was all true. So from there on out I refused to make friends or even try to let someone in." I  finish, feeling her rest her hand on my knee.

"Why didn't you just tell Eddie that? Look I don't know him very well, but I don't think he could ever do that to you, also I think he would understand what that kind of trauma could do to you." Robin reassures me.

"I don't know if I'll ever speak to him again. He deserves better than me, I'm selfish and don't know how to be social since everything. He deserves someone who can match his energy, which isn't me." I tell her, sniffling to hold back tears as she gives me a sympathetic smile.

"Look (Y/N), you clearly care about him. And I know he gives off golden retriever energy once you start talking to him and you're more of a black cat energy kind of girl. But those sometimes are the best combinations." She tells me, smile still holding on her lips.  

"Trust me, I do work in a movie store, so I do know the best couples." She teases softly.

"Do you think you could do me a huge favor?" I ask her as she nods.

"Anything." She agrees.

I spent the next two days avoiding Eddie the best I could. I would turn back down the hall when I saw him walking, would hide in the bathroom telling the teacher's I was having girl problems. Even ate lunch in the my car and parked down the block in case he decided to go see if I was outside.

I had went to work on Monday, and spent most the night in the back putting the newest tapes into the system.

But by the end of the night Steve had said there wasn't any sight of Eddie.

Now I was sitting in my car tapping my fingers nervously as I stared at the little rundown bar in front of me, wondering if I should actually go in.

Robin had agreed to skip band practice this once to take my shift so I could come tonight.

Glancing at the clock I realized it was now and never, and knew if I didn't go in Robin would kill me for making her take my shift.

Walking inside I hear them playing from the corner stage in the bar.

The lights illuminating only the stage and the bar for those wanting drinks.

I take a seat at the bar stool closest to the door, watching as they finished the song.

Eddie looks around at the small crowed who was hooting and hollering before speaking.

"Our last song for the night is a sneak peak of something I'm working on. So far it is unheard of outside of the band, but it's something I've been dealing with recently and it means a lot to me so I hope you all enjoy." He tells the crowd before starting to strum his guitar, fingers moving up and down as the rest of the band seemed to follow.

I watched him play. Seeing his face focus in concentration, tongue peaking out slightly as he worked against the instrument.

His long hair that was usually free was held back by the black bandana that mostly took home in his back pocket.

Pieces of his hair remained free though, peaking out around his face as his arm muscles flexed slightly with every pluck he gave the cords.

I didn't know what to expect when he opened his mouth, I hadn't heard him sing at all yet.

But god when he opened his mouth I thought I was going to die. If I hadn't already fucked him, I would of wanted to right there.

His voice was so raspy and sexy as he sung into the microphone, keeping eye contact with the crowd.

I listened admiring the beauty of him and his words watching him belt out the rest of the lyrics.

"Oh and my love," He sang into the microphone. Lips brushing against the metal as his eyes came to the bar.

"Did I mistake you for a sign from god?" Eddie hums out, his eyes getting pulled to meet mine.

I feel my cheeks redden as he adjusts his guitar, clearly surprised to see me.

I watch him as he continues, not looking away from me.

"Or are you really here to cut me off?" He questions, eyebrow raising slightly, handing moving down the next of his guitar.

"Or maybe just to turn me on?" He teases into the mic, leaning more towards my side of the bar as he gets into his song.

"Cause these days." He continues as I feel different emotions start to run through my body.

"I would be lying if I told you that, I didn't wish that I could be your man." Eddie sings strongly, both hands moving to hold the mic.

"Or maybe make a good girl bad." He sings out breathy as I feel tears start to run down.

Wiping them away I leave, not wanting to be seen crying in the bar.

Wanting to run away from everything I find myself parked at lover's lake, just thinking about my life and the choices I made. Wondering if it was my fault for how miserable it was.

Laying on the hood of my car I smoked, hoping to find some peace while I decided what to do.

Moving to sit in my car I see the time flash as I start it.

10:17pm.

I start my car, not even having a destination in mind as I start to drive.

Just letting my high lead my subconscious as I head down the road.

Which is why I'm not that surprised when I find myself outside of the Munson's trailer.

But Eddie's van was no where in sight, even with how late it was I hoped he would be home at some point soon.  

I opened my car door, lighting a cigarette, listening to music as I waited to the metalhead to get home.

Eddie's P.O.V.

"What do you mean you haven't seen her Robin? She's your friend." I ask her, rubbing my temple feeling a headache starting to form.

"As far as I knew she was supposed to go see you." Robin tells me, loading tapes onto a cart.

"She did, but she left in the middle of a song. It looked like she had started crying." I explain her.

"Why did she start crying? And did you check her house?" Robin questions as I follow behind her.

"Probably because the song was about us, and yes of course I checked her house first. Do you know where else she may be?" I sigh, feeling defeated while she starts loading the sci-fi section.

"I don't really. She is always either at school, work, home, or your house." She shrugs in response.

"Okay, thank you anyway." I tell her, going to head back home in hopes of her calling.  

"Wait Eddie, I think there's something you might want to know about why (Y/N) is the way she is." Robin calls, stopping me.

"What is it?" I ask turning around.

Reader's P.O.V-

I see the van pull up as Eddie's face lights up seeing my car.

Parking next to me, he hops out as I stand up out of my seat.

Eddie takes the first step, walking to wrap his arms around me tightly.

Connecting my body with his, I hold him close. Feeling the tears start to fall down my face as I hug him.

"I'm sorry." I sniffle against his shoulder.

"No it's okay, I'm sorry. I didn't know what you had been through." He shushes me as I pull away slightly, eyes still watering as I look at him confused.

"Don't be mad at Robin, I went to the store looking for you and she told me about what happened your freshman year." Eddie tells me, bringing his hands to wipe away my tears.

"I should of told you before things got this serious." I admit, bringing my hands to hold his wrist as he cradles my face.

"Are we still serious?" Eddie asks hopefully, smiling pulling on his lips as his head tils towards me.

"Do you want to be?" I ask, eyes lighting up as the moonlight danced across his face.

"More than anything." He nods, eyes gleaming down at me.  

"Good, because I want this too." I smile, feeling Eddie bring his lips to mine.

The kiss feeling soft against my lips as he pressed his into mine.

"So does that mean you're going to be my girl?" Eddie smiles, pulling away slightly.

"And you're going to be my man?" I nod happily, referring to the lyrics he sung earlier that night.

Standing up slightly on my the tips of my toes, I connect my lips with his.

Deciding it was okay to be vulnerable with him.

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If you made it this far just know I LOVE YOU for reading my work even if you didn’t enjoy it. Thank you so much for your time because I know it was long.  

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson angst #joseph quinn x female reader

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Could you do a Lockwood x reader where he does little stuff for the reader without thinking? Like he buys her something he’d think she’d without a second thought and he doesn’t notice till George or Lucy comments about it. Thank you :) ❤️

Subconscious actions

AN: This was such a cute prompt, thank you! I hope you like it <3

Warnings: fluff, George is done with Lockwood being oblivious, Lockwood is a hopeless romantic <3

Word count: 1.3k

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader

Lockwood was one of those people who would do anything for others without even thinking about it. He was selfless to his core, almost to the point he would literally die for you and the rest of his team and wouldn’t think twice about the decision. But he was also selfless in aspects of doing things for others because of the fact he knew it would make them happy, and you were one of those people he loved to see smile.

Although Lockwood tended to be quite hard on himself and didn’t always let people in, he couldn’t help but soften up when you were around, he practically turned to butter when he saw you. The two of you had become pretty close over the last six months since you moved in to 35 Portland Road, but of course you could never say anything to one another about your feelings. George and Lucy knew of course, they weren’t that oblivious.

“I’ll make myself a cup of tea then” George grumbled as Lockwood left the kitchen with two cups of tea in hand - one for him and one for you. “Is he running around making teas again?” Lucy asked, no surprise in her voice at all “I swear that boy is so lovestruck it’s making me feel ill” she continued as she sat at the table, which made the two of them laugh. “Shall we tell him, that we know?” she asked “Lucy, do you think he even knows himself?” George said as he rolled his eyes “Lockwood’s so oblivious I think even the whole of Fittes and Deprac will know before he does”

"George! Come give me a hand with the shopping will you!" Lockwood called as he entered the house, arms ladened with carrier bags. George made his way down the stairs, cleaning his glasses as he went, before looking to Lockwood "please tell me you didn't blow the months budget again, or I'm going to have to stop you from going out by yourself." "Oh George, do you really have such low expectations of me? Besides, y/n gave me a list of all the things we were running out of" Lockwood flashed George one of his charming smiles before he heaved the bags down into the kitchen "That answers my question then" George grumbled as he followed Lockwood through the house.

The two boys slowly put away the groceries in a steady rhythm, being quite used to the job since living together for over a year. Whenever George came across something that they didn't usually buy he left it on the table, sure that Lockwood had a reason as to why he bought it. "So, are you going to tell me why you brought home half the stores chocolate selection, pastries, and some weird fancy tea" George asks, looking puzzled at the box of tea bags in his hand "What kind of tea has coconut in it anyways?" "Y/n said she was feeling homesick, I guess I thought they would make her feel better" Lockwood shrugged in response as if it was nothing to worry about.

This carried on for weeks, Lockwood never really thinking much more than how happy you always looked when he gave you something new, but you thought it was really sweet. You weren't sure if there was a reason why Lockwood was so keen on doing little stuff for you, you were sure that it wasn't because he liked you, so you never said anything incase it made things awkward. Surely he did this kind of thing for George and Lucy too right?

Walking home one morning from a case, dawn was breaking to reveal a soft blanket of mist lying over the park you were walking through. It was still early spring so there was a chill in the air "It's days like this where I wish I brought a coat on cases" you shuddered, your breath forming clouds in front of you "The sun will come over soon I imagine" George said as he checked his watch. Without even giving it a second thought, Lockwood shrugged off his coat and placed it over your shoulders "Lockwood, I-, you didn't have to" you gave him grateful smile, in which he flashed you one in return "I can't have one of my best agents shivering to death. Besides, I'm almost never cold, practically warm blooded" he said as he slid his hand into yours, his warm touch feeling like a furnace on your icy fingers. "You're human, Lockwood, of course you're warm blooded" George said as he rolled his eyes, but Lockwood simply batted away the comment with his spare hand.

When the team got back to the house, Lucy and George pulled Lockwood into the kitchen while you went upstairs to shower. "Jesus wept Lockwood, this is getting insufferable" George cried, in which Lockwood just gave him a confused look in return "I'm not sure I follow George..?" "We're talking about you and y/n, Lockwood. Have you even told her you like her yet?" Lucy said as she boiled the kettle. Lockwood gave an uneasy chuckle and his cheeks flushed red "I- no, I haven't. How did you even know?" "Oh Lockwood, you are one of the most oblivious people I know, for someone who's ego is so big" George said, shaking his head, "Oh come on, now that's not fair" Lockwood gave out a small laugh, but Lucy and George just gave him unimpressed looks in return.

With Lockwood now conscious of his actions, you noticed he was a little more distant. Less impromptu teas or purchases of your favourite snacks, you weren't sure if you had done something but you knew you needed answers. One evening when Lucy and George had gone to bed, you found Lockwood in his usual spot in the library reading his gossip magazines. You had brought in two cups of tea for the pair of you, which he thanked you without making eye contact. You sat in an armchair opposite him "Lockwood, what's the matter? Have I done something to upset you?" you questioned "No, no of course not! The very opposite I assure you y/n." "Then what's going on with you? You seem distant is all..." He took a long sip of tea, his ears turning a little pink "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be. I've just been dealing with some things is all" He finally answered and gave you a soft smile. You placed a hand on his knee and gave him a reassuring smile in return "You know you can tell me anything Lockwood, no judgement on my part." He couldn't meet your eyes - "I've really started to like you y/n... I guess I show that with all the things I do for you" he hesitantly answered. Even with the surprise confession, you couldn't help but laugh, which made Lockwood's eyes shoot up to meet yours "I'm sorry, I just never thought I'd see a flustered and shy Anthony Lockwood with my own eyes, you're always so confident" - you calmed your laughter and softly enclosed your fingers around his "I like you too Lockwood."

One you and Lockwood had gotten over the awkwardness, you finally went back to normal. Lockwood didn't stop doing little things for you, he actually started doing it more. He started subconsciously packing a jumper in your kit bag for cold nights or letting you borrow his coat without asking. Sometimes he'd bring you back books from the store or bunches or flowers he's see growing near the road - he was a hopeless romantic really, but he'd never been happier.

#allie writes #anthony lockwood x you #anthony lockwood x fem!reader #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co imagines #lucy carlyle #george karim #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #lockwood #35 portland row

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Obedient Chapter 13

roman roy x fem!reader

Summary: You and Jess haven't spoken in a while. You finally decide to confront her on the plane to Dundee. While Roman is still in deep denial over his father's abuse.

TW: trauma talk, child neglect, degradation

Word Count: 5k

Notes: SOrry for taking so long. I have been not knowing where to lead this and I had to focus on French class lately.

Chapter 13: A Clockwork Orange

You heard Roman till he had finally fallen asleep. You both agreed that he couldn’t just let his father just sweep that under the rug. You even convinced Roman not to forgive. You knew it was a lot to ask, but you wanted him to heal. And bending and forgiving was not going to do anything for him or Logan. Except make Logan think Roman was just as weak as he thought he was. You woke up before him, making him an appointment to go see a dentist to fix his tooth as soon as possible. You were still in shock. You couldn’t help but stare at it as it was laid on the counter, dried blood on the end of it. You put a tissue over it, not wanting to be reminded of it. You felt sorry for Roman. You were in his place years ago. You were him when you didn’t realize that your parents would never change.

They weren’t going to. They never did. Not for you at least. You had gotten older, moving from home to home depending on if your parents wanted to deal with you or not. You had been sent to aunts, uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and family friends. You had only come back after your parents had your sibling. And there it was. They changed. But not for you. Not towards you. But towards her. You had gotten updates, hearing about their new golden star child. How nothing has made them happier. You wished you could stand up to protect her, but you didn’t have to. She got the parents you wished for.

A part of you wished you got them, but you knew you weren’t worth changing for in their eyes. And Roman wasn’t worth changing for either.

You brushed your teeth, staring at your phone. You always wondered if an unknown number would maybe one day be them. But that was you just getting your hopes up for an unrealistic fantasy. You looked at Roman, sleeping. You were glad he finally got his moment of peace after what had happened last night. You came back to back, scrolling through your phone and making notes for Roman. Today was a day Roman wouldn’t be in the office anyway, so you just wanted him to relax. But still do things before having to go back to the office. You were sure Roman wasn’t gonna go to the office with a tooth missing. It would only create talk. He also didn’t need any media seeing him like that.

You felt Roman stirring himself awake, moving his head away from the light as it shined in. “Morning Rome…” You told him, running your fingers through his hair. You were busy texting Eduard, trying to set up some kind of meeting with Roman. It would possibly be the biggest fuck you to his father if he landed a major deal with another billionaire when Logan had just messed up the deal with Nan. Logan had exploded at the show that you both missed, where Rhea and Nan followed him and told him the deal was off. This was all relayed to you by Shiv. She had kept checking up on Roman the entire night and you just sent her updates when you could. Despite their rocky relationship and the fact they never really got along with one another. And the constant fighting and yelling and hitting. They deeply cared. Shiv and Roman were the most verbally aggressive with one another, but had so much in common when it came to their dad than they did with Kendall. Kendall was Logan’s pride. He basically removed Kendall from their mom and obsessed over his future. He was the only thing that mattered. He had sent Connor away and was now worrying about one kid. Then Roman came along, but Kendall was just something else. Then a certain incident made Roman act quieter, more reserved. Which in turn made Logan a lot more harder on him. He was seen as weak. Not as good as Kendall. Not that he really paid him much mind, but the fact that Roman was more emotional and was now suddenly quieter, it only made Logan resent him more. A child at the age of 7 was now weak and not fit to be CEO forever. But his other son, who even at the age of 3 was set for the CEO job. Then came Shiv. Logan was disappointed about having a girl. Carolina was a little excited but was too busy with her own issues to care enough. She completely abandoned her children when Shiv was born. Shiv never mattered. Only if she started to be prettier than Carolina. Then Carolina tried to compete and force and embarrass Shiv. Even only uplifting Roman to make Shiv feel worse. But once Shiv stopped looking for the attention of her mother, she played with Kendall’s games of using Roman for the attention of their dad.

Roman was the weird one. And Shiv was the girl.

The two outcasts of the family. Both not good enough for anything.

Not even their dad.

So, despite their distain for one another, at least they weren’t Kendall.

Kendall only checked in on Roman from Shiv. He did his best. He had to physically protect Roman. He was smaller. He wasn’t able to when they were younger. Kendall felt a duty to always physically be there for Roman. Trying to be there emotionally never worked because Roman was too scared to ever open up. His emotions got him in trouble. He never knew when the right time was to ever open up.

So as result of Connor’s absence as older brother, he had to pick up the role and protect Roman physically from Logan. He could only protect him so much. He started to protect him more once he had gotten tall enough. Logan was never scared of his kids though. He knew what power he had over them.

Either way, they all did their parts as siblings as best as they could with the father and mother they were given. They made a lot of mistakes on the way, but there was an effort.

“Morning…” Roman mumbled under the sheets, covering his mouth with the comforter. He didn’t want you to see him without his tooth there. It made him even more insecure than he already was. He knew that you already had, but something in his mind told him you’d run if you saw it. That he’d be too much or something like that. His mind was controlling his logic. “How are you feeling?” You asked, pulling yourself from the phone. You were ready to tell him the news of what you had just done but wanted to ease him into it.

“Fucking great. Uh- can we leave early?” He asked you. You nodded, going back on your phone to make the arrangements. You both were supposed to leave at 11, but you had gotten up early enough. Roman wasn’t ready for the questioning. Roman finally crawled out of bed, going to the bathroom. He had been there for a good 15 minutes, just staring at himself and his missing tooth. It made him feel so ashamed. He never was super secure with how he looked. He knew he wasn’t special, and no one was chasing after him. He was shocked you were decently into him. But the tooth made it so much worse. Another dent in his appearance. Roman hated himself even more. Not only because he hated how he looked, but the tooth was just a reminder of how Logan really felt about him. Roman was never ready to accept that Logan wasn’t a good parent. Logan was abusive. But to Roman, it was his fault. But you helped put it into perspective for him. He finally accepted some part of Logan was abusive and his love wasn’t actual love. His mom, despite being neglectful and instilling terrible ideals and being emotionally unavailable, she loved him. She checked in on him. She held him. She would be there if Roman deeply tried to. Logan was never there for anything. No matter how hard you tried to.

“Rome?” You called out. He barely heard you. You had already gotten dressed, keeping updates on the car that was arriving soon. You knocked before going into the room. You saw him just staring at himself and inspecting little things about his face and appearance. “Hey, the car’s almost here. You almost done?” You asked. He finally snapped out of it, looking at you. He had no idea why you were so willing to be with him when he looked the way he did. But he was so grateful for your standards being that low, in his head. He just put toothpaste on his toothbrush and started brushing his teeth, acting as though he wasn’t just inspecting himself in front of you. “Your appointment today is at 6, by the way.” You mentioned to him. “Wow, thanks, mum.” He joked. His words were slurred with toothpaste foaming his mouth and his brush stuck between the inside of his lips and teeth.

“I know you wanna fuck your mom, Roman, but don’t call me that.” You made a quick comment. You weren’t sure if he fit the Freudian theory, but it wasn’t unlikely.

“If Shiv told you that, tell her to stop acting like I haven’t seen her give Dad fuck me eyes too” Roman shot back. He was of course lying. You’ve seen how Shiv looked at Logan. It was exactly how you looked at your dad when you were in middle school. Just regret and shame for hating him, but such distain and anger for whatever happened.

“I’ll be sure to send her an email about it.” You rolled your eyes. You came up and jumped onto the counter. You looked at him, looking at the details as he was doing earlier. His eyes were so soft. They had bags under them that made them seem slightly sunken. But his personality and other expressions always reminded you he was actually awake. His eyebrows were mostly straightened, but so expressive. For a man who hated showing his emotions, he showed them so much with just his face. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” You asked him. There it was. His eyebrows furrowed, questioning you, but his eyes softened. He didn’t look at you like he was actually confused. Just pleasantly surprised. “I don’t think I have either.” He spits his toothpaste out before starting to brush his tongue. He wasn’t ready yet. He didn’t want to feel all the love you were willing to give. You leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead before dropping yourself off the counter. You went off to the bedroom and began to prep Roman’s things for him and your own stuff. Roman soon came in, wrapping his arms around you. He stood behind you, laying his head on your shoulder. He left a kiss on your jaw before giving another on your cheek and moving close to your ear. He whispered, “You’re gorgeous.” Before moving away from you.

You suppressed a smile, giving it a frown kind of look. You looked at him as he grabbed his clothes and finally started to dress himself. “You saw that in a movie, didn’t you?” You asked him. He looked up, his smile creeping up before nodding.

He buttoned his shirt. “Yeah- I think it was one of those shit movies you’ve shown me lately. Fuck wait- was it ‘Clockwork Orange’?” He asked you. You had shown him your favorite movies lately. Most of the time he talked through them and acted as if he thought they were dumb, but after enough scolding from you, he would quit it. He enjoyed most of them though. Except maybe one of them, but he thought it was too pretentious, trying to say something about something that had no real meaning.

“Oh yea- definitely. Wow, Alex. What a little charmer, huh?” You played along. It definitely wasn’t ‘A Clockwork Orange’.

You both left the room once Roman was settled in. You both had to be escorted through the media, questioning Roman about the scandal. Roman knew better not to make too light of a joke at the moment. Mostly to media.

“God what fucking vultures…” He whispered to you once the door was shut. “Doesn’t ATN do the same thing?” You asked him, calling out on his hypocrisy.

“Shut the fuck up… fucking snowflake…” He mumbled, laying his head back. He reached down, holding your hand in his. It was the most affection he could give you out in public. Plus, he needed it to calm his nerves down.

“I have news by the way… Eduard is willing to meet with you. Next week. He thinks after the scandal has gone through a week, the hype will die down and by the time the deal lands that it’ll mostly be over. So yeah, you're welcome.” You smirked. You were cocky, but after working your way into it, you had convinced him. No one was gonna touch ATN for a while. Not with this scandal around.

“Good job, you did your fucking job.” He teased. He was happy though. You saw it on his face.

You had just made sure Roman was safely home before going to your own home. You needed to decompress after yesterday too. You had just run a bath, done some skincare, and treated yourself to a meal. An actual meal. Not a snack.

You texted Roman to make sure he went to his appointment to just be sent a photo of him in the dentist's chair. You saved it to your phone. You were tempted to text Jess. You stared at her number for a while. You swallowed your fear of rejection and finally texted.

‘hey. are you ready to talk?’

You watched the delivered notification turn into Read 7:19 PM.

Then 3 text bubbles coming up. For them to disappear quickly. You didn’t get anything from her all night. Not even in the morning.

She did not speak to you for days.

Waystar seemed to be in a worse state than it ever had been.

Sandy and Stewy were trying to get shareholders and attacking the company. The scandal had gotten worse and now they were scrambling with investors.

Roman had even told you about how Logan even claimed to never hit Roman. It hurt, but it made Roman truly believe he might’ve been overreacting. It just led you both into a fight as you tried to knock some sense into him. But he was stubborn in his ways. Logan still could do no wrong in his eyes. And the more you discredited Logan, the more upset he got. He was just back to doing his dirty business for his father. He was now off to England with Kendall to convince his mom to actually vote for her ex-husband who she despised. You were invited to come, but your fight with Roman made you decline the offer. He just shoved it off as if he didn’t care about it at all. He just thought it would maybe be nice for you to meet his other parent. But you reminded him of your actual status.

You had gotten more news on Waystar as a story broke about Logan ‘bullying’ and ‘hitting’ a young man, someone between the ages of 18 and 23. Apparently, it had caused the boy to drive his car into a lake. You didn’t doubt it. Roman tried to call you about it and called it bullshit.

“I don’t know Rome, seems on brand for him.” You shrugged, sipping on your coffee. It had been 2 pm for him while Kendall and Logan were out doing damage control.

“Fucking- whatever… yea cause people are so sensitive nowadays. Dad didn’t even hit him. Fucking moron is going to drive off a lake over an insult? Really?” Roman ranted, but you had pulled your phone away from your ear, unable to listen to Roman speak ill about a dead child.

“Roman- fucking stop…” You warned but he didn’t. You just hung up.

He looked at Shiv, shocked and obviously upset about your choice to hang up. “What the fuck?” He asked. Shiv shrugged, not surprised. But she just kept her opinion to herself. You shuddered at the thought of what Roman was saying. It truly disgusted you. You knew it was just because he was so ignorant. He was sheltered to think whatever was going on was okay. Shiv just pushed Roman out of the house and decided to finally go to their mom. It would be better if they went rather than bring Kendall. Kendall was Caroline’s least favorite. Shiv was a close second last. Roman was the only one accepting whatever love she could possibly give.

You had been packing for England for your late-night flight. You had to be there for some stupid award show for Logan to celebrate some stupid achievement.  It was just a way to inflate his ego. And for his peers to celebrate him. You thought it was obnoxious.

You were finally finished, getting your bags and putting your belongings into the back of a black car that waited for you. You were being driven before stopping to pick up other people. Including Jess. You watched her get into the car. Your eyes met, but she diverted her eyes away from you. You just wished she’d talk to you. You weren’t sure if your relationship with Roman was worth this. This was too hard.

“Hey…” you tried to talk to her, but she had ignored you for her phone. You bit your lip, looking away. Once you did, Jess’ eye looked up at you with pity. She wanted to talk to you too, but she wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to talk about your emotions for Roman. Or why you lied? Or why didn’t listen to her? There were so many questions. But she wasn’t emotionally ready for it. She wasn’t ready to apologize for all the awful things she said either, bringing your family and past up as a way to hurt you.

But it happened.

It stuck with you more often than usual. The fact your parents were emotionally unavailable or physically abusive. How much they’d pick out the flaws you had. All the names. And the blaming for what was done to you.

You were reminded of it constantly since you had to spend more time with the Roys.

You had gotten on the flight, watching Jess as she had just walked past you without giving a second glance over to you.

You had enough. You sat across from her. “Jess… Fucking talk to me… Please… Just FUCKING KNOCK IT OFF!” You exploded. People looked at you, but you gave them a look to make them stop. They quickly looked away.

“What do you want me to say y/n?” She asked you. You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “Well? I don’t know what to say to you y/n… And I don’t think this is the conversation to have with people around. I know this is your little secret.” She shrugged it off.

You let out a large breath, shaking your head no. “I’m fucking sorry. I didn’t- it’s just- I fucked up. And I regret my choices. If I knew they’d end this badly, I would’ve not gone through with it.” You let out a shaky breath.

“But you knew y/n. I told you. You just ignored it. You did what you did. And I said what I said.” She tried to avoid the conversation.

“I’ll break up with him… As soon as we land, it’ll be over.” You tried to rationalize. Jess thought that was what she wanted. But she wasn’t sure if it was. She didn’t like the fact you were both hooking up or doing whatever, but she knew it wasn’t truly her business. She shook her head, just grabbing her phone. “It’s just- it won't fix anything.” She wasn’t sure if it would ruin your happiness.

Realistically your happiness with Roman shifted depending on if Roman would express his awful opinions. Which he had a lot of.

“I just wanna fix this Jess…” You pouted.

“If you wanna fix this… just give it time… I’m just not there yet. Uh- maybe we could talk about it more another time.” She tried to compromise with you. She missed you too. But this wasn’t going to be productive. You nodded, getting up, and swung your hand on a bottle as it flew against the wall. “real fucking mature.” Jess called out. You walked away defeated and annoyed. You spent the rest of the flight away from Jess.

You had landed in the morning, getting your stuff quickly. The family had already been there, so you were immediately sent to go to where they were staying.

You texted Roman letting him know you had arrived safely. He had sent you multiple messages, trying to admit what he said was disgusting and unfair. He didn’t directly say it, but he admitted to it being not the best thing he could say.

You were driven to the event, ready to confront Roman. But once you had walked in his face lightened up once you walked in. He had grabbed you a glass of whatever was being served and came over to you. “Hey, here get drunk, Shiv is plotting something.” He whispered. You smiled, taking the glass from him. Despite Roman sometimes being awful, he could be very sweet. And he was now more willing to see his mistakes.

“Ooo. Can’t wait.” You smirked, sipping your drink. Rhea began her speech, going on and on about whatever bullshit Shiv fed her.

Rhea began her speech and had brought up ‘Rose’. Roman looked amused at Shiv’s game. While Rhea had lifted her glass up with a huge smile on her face as if Logan was going to be sooo happy to hear about Rose. You didn’t even know who Rose was. You leaned in and asked Roman “who’s Rose?” You asked.

“Dad’s dead sister.” He whispered. Logan had put his drink down and sulked in his seat. It set a mood for everyone to stay quiet.

Roman walked past Rhea “Wow. Well done. Look at you, fitting right in.” He teased before making a disgusting pedophilic joke. He seemed to be interrogating her. You didn’t know their issue with her all of a sudden, but you decided to stay out of it. You sat with Shiv, watching them whispering to each other.

“What a fucking snake…” Shiv whispered to you. You laughed, watching as Rhea tried to work her deal with Roman.  But Shiv and him were in a very healthy place where they decided to work against someone again. They always worked better when they plotted against another person together.

“What’d she do?” You asked.

“She’s trying to suck the CEO position out of Dad’s dick and balls.” She stared at Rhea, trying to intimidate her.

Rhea couldn’t find an in with Roman and joined the table. Roman sat with you and Shiv and Roman then began to interrogate with Tom being their hype man.

The tension felt incredibly thing. But Connor decided to ease the mood but decided to insult Rhea nonetheless.

“This is a fucking slaughter…” You whispered to Roman. “I wanna join.” You snickered at the idea.

“Uh- we should start. The event is going to start soon.” Rhea tried to get out of the next dig that was going to be thrown her way. You had been brought to Logan’s old home. You just watched the kids insult the looks as if it was cheap and disgusting. But it was something that looked huge to you. You would never understand their perception of money. Roman thought a coffee cost $40. A black coffee. It wasn’t cheap, sure $4-$8 depending on where you went. But nowhere near $40. You all just waited for Logan to arrive, but Logan could barely look at it. The photographers waited to take a photo, but Logan told the driver to speed off.

“Wow, how fucking fun. God, you know this reminds me exactly when I chased that twink singer in some dumb fucking band for him to just drive off in his car. Should we chase after him?” You joked. You all just seemed a bit annoyed about your time being completely wasted. But that was expected of Logan. You crawled in the car, Roman following you right after. “I didn’t even know Logan was Scottish. I thought he was just some rich fuck with generational money. You know like some hush hush tycoon stuff.” You admit.

“Yeah- Dad doesn’t talk about that kind of stuff- he rather talk about how much he hated Connor’s mom than talk about his own.” Roman laughed. Thankfully, Connor wasn’t around to hear the comment towards him. You had just stood outside. You didn’t want to watch Logan gloat about some stupid University he was buying out. You found the perfect excuse to stay behind.  You grabbed your pack of cigarettes out, lighting the end. You sucked on the end, waiting for the rest of them to come out. You saw an older man come by with a hat and trench coat and sat and watched. You just watched him. He looked disappointed. Annoyed. Angry. You saw Greg leave the building to greet him. “Oh hey- y/n.” Greg waved at you. You thought Greg might’ve had a little crush on you. He had asked you to ‘come to hang out’ with him so many times. He even tried to impress you multiple times with his big-boy job. It was amusing in all honesty. It was cute. But he just wasn’t your type. You liked pretentiousness and arrogance apparently. “Uh- Ewan… Give me a second.” He scrambled before walking to you. “I didn’t know you smoked. Uh- can I- can I get one?” He tried to find something in common with you. Your eyebrows raised, questioning him.

“Yeah- I don’t think the building allows me to smoke. I didn’t know you smoked either.” You said before pulling the pack out again. You pulled a cigarette out for him and your lighter. You were going to see if he actually knew what to do. It would tell you everything.

“Oh yeah- all the time. I actually can’t breathe half the time 'cause I love these things so much. Yea- I buy like a pack a day 'cause I finish them up so quickly” He tried to lie about his association with smoking. He held the cigarette in between his fingers and tried to light it like a joint. It told you everything.

“Greg, you’re supposed to light it in your mouth.” You informed him. He looked up, knowing he had just exposed himself. “Look- like this.” You showed him, putting the cigarette In his mouth and lighting it for him. “Now breathe it in.” You instructed. Greg misunderstood how much or how hard and began to cough viciously. He dropped the cigarette and curled up as he coughed loudly. You just sat and watched, giggling to yourself as you smoked your cigarette.

Ewan was amused as well. He just quietly laughed as he watched his idiot grandson embarrass himself. The group had left the building, Logan surprised to see the man to be there. Roman pat Greg on the back, looking at you confused about why he practically coughing up a lung. “All right, all right. Dramatic. Don’t cough on me. Yeah, that’s right just turn that way.” He said as he turned Greg around and lightly pushed him away. He didn’t like Greg. He thought Greg was a freeloader. Which he kind of was. Roman just viewed him as someone who was riding on the fact, he was somewhat related to them and was trying to find any way to make the kind of money they did. He leeched onto any family member who would let him. Which was Tom.

“Who the fuck is the crip keeper?” You asked Roman about Ewan. You had seen him talk to Logan. “His liberal snowflake brother.” Roman answered.

“Oh, good news. Uh- Eduard is here. I told him to fly in. He’s expecting you at a bar in an hour.” You broke the news. Roman was shocked at how stupid of a decision that was for Eduard. But he was happy enough to have it set up in the very lease.

“You’re the fucking best. God what a fucking moron. I could just take you right here in front of everyone.” Roman seemed to pump himself up. “Yeah-yeah. Go now.” You laughed, pushing him slightly. You both went your own separate ways for at least a couple of hours. You had a lot of stuff to do in the meantime. Which mostly consisted of you hanging out with Shiv as she seemed to be calling meeting after meeting to destroy Rhea. You had stayed out of it most of the time though.

Connor left the room completely upset before the rest left as well.

“What fucking pathetic brats…” Connor mumbled under his breathe. You looked up, wondering what had happened. Roman left soon. “Rome- what the fuck happened?” You asked him. “Why is Connor-?” you asked him.

“Eh, who actually gives a shit?” He shrugged.

Notes: Poor Connor.

Chapter 14

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Be aware of the strangers watching - Spencer Reid (1/2)

Another month, another mini-series. @hidingsikki and I kept watching Spencer TikTok edits those past days, so we came up with this idea. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has a feeling that she's being watched, so she finally opens up to the team, asking them for help. With Spencer staying in her apartment to help her, their emotions finally come to the surface, resulting in a confession or two.

Warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, drunk sex, stalking, panic, CM themes

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (3k words)

header by @hidingsikki

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Part Two

It was early in the morning as (y/n) left her home, running on the caffeine she had just poured into her system. Her tired eyes were focused on her phone screen as she walked towards her car. The sound of a nearby car honking ripped her out of her state, gaze wandering from her phone to her surroundings. 

The sun was blinding her for a moment, forcing (y/n) to blink a few times to adjust to the brightness. A few familiar faces walked past her, neighbours that greeted her with gentle words, allowing a smile to widen on her lips. Her gaze kept wandering, trying to focus on her car, already dreading the upcoming minutes of traffic she’ll be stuck in. 

Perhaps she could use the upcoming moments to call her family, going after her weekly check-in, perhaps she could even order a few things she’d need for the next few days. Anything to distract her tired mind. 

Only now did her gaze seem to find the black car parked near hers. She froze in her step, mind racing, fuck, it couldn’t be, could it?

For the past weeks (y/n) had noticed a certain car following her around, and yet, even though Penelope couldn’t find an owner of the car, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable whenever she returned home from a case, whenever she found the car close to her home. It was always empty, at least when it was parked, not allowing her to figure out who was watching her. 

For a moment she debated waiting till whoever was owning the car to come around, so she could talk to them, perhaps even arrest them. And yet she knew that she couldn’t waste any time, forced to make her way into work. She took a picture of the car, adding it to the folder filled with similar pictures, trying to figure out if there was a pattern to it, anything she could use to decipher what was going on. 

Her heart kept racing as she drove to work, deep down (y/n) knew that she should finally talk to the rest of her team about it. But something had held her back those past weeks. If there was one thing she hated, it was asking them for help. She hadn’t been around as long as the others, had tried to fit right in, nevertheless, it always felt like the others would pay more attention to her, trying to support her, as if she truly needed it.

And yet, the anxiety thumping through her veins seemed to be enough to urge her on, trying to pick the right words she could speak, not wanting to come off as clueless. Deep down she feared that the others wouldn’t understand her struggles. She was an agent after all, should be able to take care of herself, and yet she couldn’t.

Before (y/n)’s thoughts could try and distract her, she called Penelope, asking her to assemble the others, only needing a few minutes of their time. She was trembling, hoping that she’d be able to ask them for the help she needed, even though she didn't know what kind of help she was desperate for. 

“Are you okay?” Derek was the first to break the silence, eyes focused on (y/n) who was standing next to Penelope, taking in the team. They were all staring at her, waiting for an explanation, wondering why she had asked them in here. Her eyes found Penelope’s, silently begging the woman to start this conversation, mouth too dry to pronounce the words burning on the tip of her tongue.

“(Y/n) needs our help. We think that somebody is watching her.” The pictures (y/n) had forwarded Penelope were now being projected onto the big screen, drawing the gazes of their team members away from her. And for the first time since entering the room (y/n) found herself able to breathe, deeply inhaling the air now filling her lungs as if she was drowning. 

“When did this start?” Aaron’s voice rang in her ears, not carrying any emotion. Their eyes met, and as he was staring at her with something laced in his gaze she couldn’t decipher, (y/n) found herself stumbling over her words, only able to murmur a soft “For a few weeks”. 

“You have a stalker and you didn’t think you should tell us?” 

“A stalker?” (Y/n)‘s laugh clawed through her, not able to express the nervousness rising in her system. The team was staring at her, gazes flickering between one another, unsure what they should say to her. She was tense, and had been since she had asked her colleagues for help.

“The signs are there, think about it.” Derek spoke up, eyes finding her widening ones. It took (y/n) a few more moments to reply, gaze wandering from one team member to the other. Perhaps she should have kept this to herself, not wanting to add more stress to their daily routine. Though with a defeated sigh rumbling through her, (y/n) nodded her head, giving in. 

“I have been trying to figure out who it could be, but I can’t think of anybody.” Her words hang in the air as they were surrounded by silence once again, wrecking their brains for any possible unsubs. 

“Maybe somebody who watched the press conference you held with JJ?” 

“Maybe? I don’t know. Should I change my routine? Should I stay in a hotel for the next few days? But what if they,” her rambling was cut short by Spencer, he called her name, turning his body fully towards her so he could find her panicked gaze. Without giving it much thought, (y/n) reached for his hand, needing to feel him close. 

“Leaving will just anger him, you’ll stay, but we won’t leave you alone.” Spencer kept staring at her, watching her deeply inhale, seemingly trying to distract her racing thoughts. “Why don’t I stay with you for a few days?”

“Look at that, loverboy is here to save the day.” Derek’s laugh echoed through the room, shaking up the tense atmosphere that lingered. And yet (y/n) stared at Spencer, wondering if she should say yes to his offer, not wanting to play the victim. 

“Are you sure? You don’t have to, Spence.” The tall agent only shook his head, squeezing her hand before he let go. 

“I’d love to, we’ll have our fun, why don’t I bring a few movies with me and some puzzles?” 

Tiredness clung to her as she closed the last file she was supposed to go through today. Her eyes struggled to stay open, grateful that Spencer would be the one to drive them home today. (Y/n) couldn’t wait to spend the evening with him, excited about the movie they’ll watch and the facts he’ll share with her. 

“(Y/n)?” Aaron’s voice forced her to open her tired eyes, focusing on the tall man. He tilted his head towards his office, watching her walk closer with slow steps, clearly exuding the tiredness that feasted from her bones like a parasite. 

“It won’t take long, I promise.” Aaron squeezed her forearm as he walked past her, plopping down in his chair. “I wanted to go through some details with you. If we want to figure out who is watching you, we should focus on the things you’ve picked up so far. Do you think you’d be able to share some of that with me?”

A shaky breath was inhaled into her lungs, no longer did she feel tired, body and mind fully awake at the mere thought of whoever was watching her. 

“There’s not much I can share.” She tensed in her seat, wrecking her brain for any information they could use. “I noticed that the car keeps coming closer. Every week it's parked a bit closer to my home as if it's some kind of countdown.” 

“That’s good, thank you. Do you have any idea who could be behind this? Any suspects you’ve talked to that stand out? Family members of unsubs?” All (y/n) could do was shake her head, not able to give an answer to the question that has kept her awake for the past weeks. 

“Alright, we’ll find them. Thank you, (y/n).” 

“Coffee?” Her tired voice echoed through her apartment, eyes focused on Spencer. He had awoken a few moments ago, ripped from his sleep by her alarm going off. With a nod thrown her way, Spencer moved closer, rising from her sofa to join (y/n) in the kitchen.

Spencer had stayed with her for the past few days, keeping close to protect her from whoever was lingering outside her house. For the first time in weeks, she felt somewhat safe, protected even, truly relishing in Spencer’s closeness.

“Thank you.” He reached for the warm cup of coffee, sending a smile her way as they fell into a comfortable silence. By now they had adapted to some kind of routine, spending time together without feeling the need to engage in endless conversations to distract themselves from an eventual silence falling upon them. 

Both found themselves wandering back to the sofa, reading the daily news, catching up with their preferred type of media, using the time before they’d make it to work. Deep down (y/n) found herself excited about the minutes she’d spend with him in her car, driving to the BAU with music echoing through the small space, minds wandering to the topics that wouldn’t let them rest. 

“Are you alright?” Spencer’s voice ripped (y/n) out of her thoughts, gaze wandering from her window to his curious eyes. They were just about to leave for work as her eyes had found the car, parked closer to her home than it had been all those weeks before. No words were shared as Spencer reached for her hand, gently squeezing her fingers to communicate that he was here for her, always close to protect her from whoever was watching her. 

“Maybe we should put up a camera?” She could only nod her head, not able to express what kept her thoughts racing. And with one last glance thrown out of her window, she followed Spencer to her car. 

“No, don’t.” Spencer’s laugh was met by a few chuckles rumbling through (y/n), both were drunk, sitting on the floor with a puzzle between them. Neither of them could remember when they had started drinking, neither of them could remember when they had started trying to clumsily solve this 1000 piece puzzle, and yet neither of them wanted this very moment to end.

“See, I knew it would fit.” (Y/n) murmured as she pressed two pieces together, proudly presenting them to Spencer. She didn’t feel his gaze on her, burning through her with as much strength as he could muster, no longer able to stop himself from reaching for her. (Y/n) kept trying to push more pieces together, oblivious and drunk as one could be, and yet, she froze as Spencer reached for her chin, tilting her head upwards. Their eyes met, shooting tingles down her spine as if she had shocked herself. 

“I,” Spencer cleared his throat, gaze flickering down to her mouth, watching her tongue dart out to run along her lower lip. And before (y/n) could even try to ask Spencer what was going on inside his mind, he had pushed his lips against hers, kissing his friend breathless. 

The puzzle was long forgotten, just like their drinks, minds fully focused on one another and the kiss growing rather heated. Moans rumbled through the two, moans so sinful they should have broken from their state. But they were in too deep, already caught on one another’s touch, not able to focus on anything else.

“Bedroom,” she murmured the word against his lips, chuckling as he rose with her clinging to him, not wanting to waste any time. Drunkenly they helped one another out of their clothes, barely giving them time to admire their naked frames, fully working on the adrenaline pumping through their veins as if they were working a case.

And yet there was no killer to hunt, there was no victim needing to be safed, it was just the two of them, colleagues that have always fostered a crush on one another. 

“You’re so gorgeous, fuck, did you know that there are only 10 percent,” Spencer’s drunken rambling was cut short by (y/n) pressing her swollen lips against his once again, desperately needing to shut him up. Their hands explored one another's body as they fell onto her bed, allowing (y/n) to straddle him, hand finding its way to his twitching cock.

Spencer’s moans rang in her ears like shots going off, body on full alert, not wanting to miss one single fraction of a second. She pumped him slow at first, teasing the agent whose moans grew raspier with every breath sucked into his aching lungs. The atmosphere was crackling, filled with the energy buzzing through them, the heat that stuck to their skin as if the sun was burning down on them. 

(Y/n) only let go of him to reach for a condom, not breaking eye contact once as she ripped it open with her teeth, rolling it down his cock. Trembling hands supported her, keeping her close to feel her soft skin beneath his fingertips as (y/n) slowly sunk down on him. Their moans kept clawing through them like the screams rumbling through the victims they'd save, and yet neither (y/n) nor Spencer ever wanted to be saved from this very moment.

“Shit, you’re so big.” She whimpered her words, head rolling back to give her moans enough room to claw through her. Spencer supported her movements, eyes caught on her face, not wanting to miss the expressions tugging on her features. No longer was he able to properly read her, to profile the one he’d always try to protect, not wanting to watch her get hurt. From the moment they crossed paths, Spencer had sworn that he’ll be right there for her, the shoulder to cry on, the arms she could fall into when her world started spinning too fast. 

“So pretty, fuck, my beautiful girl.” Heat flushed through her as his praises grew louder, urging her on to move faster, trying to push them both over the edge. Without another warning, Spencer reached for her middle, to flip them around, allowing him to hover above her. He fucked her fast, not holding back as his drunk thoughts commanded him to leave his marks. 

“‘M close, don’t stop, Spence’.” She trembled beneath him, eyes fluttering close to hold onto the feeling that started to rock through her system. Spencer kept watching her fall apart beneath him, choking on his name as the feeling got too intense. He fucked her through her high, not daring to let go till he no longer could hold back. 

With her name rolling off his tongue, Spencer gave in, collapsing on top of her with a smile stuck to his features. Both were heavily panting, unsure if the past moments have really happened or if their drunken minds have perfected the art of painting a picture so clear, so raw. And with one last smile shared, (y/n) found herself falling asleep in Spencer’s arms. 

“I just need a minute, then we can leave.” Spencer called out, leaving (y/n) behind in his living room as he disappeared down the hallway. Both were about to leave for work, called in because of a new case, stopping at his apartment to grab his go-bag. 

(Y/n) found herself wandering around, fingertips gliding along the endless row of his books, reading the titles as she walked past them. A smile found its way to her lips as she came to a halt in front of the picture of the two of them Spencer had placed on the shelf. She could still remember the day as if it had been yesterday, they had celebrated her birthday at Rossi’s, capturing a carefree moment. 

Before (y/n) could stop herself, she reached for the box placed next to the picture, opening it in hopes of finding more of their polaroids, of the pictures they have taken over the course of the past years. Though the box wasn’t filled with pictures of the two of them, no, it was filled with pictures of her, clearly taken from outside her home. 

“What?” The question rolled off her tongue as (y/n) roamed through the box, pulling out pictures that showed her wandering around her home, going about her business. 

“What are you doing?” Spencer’s voice rang in her ears, wide eyes drawn from the box to his frame. He was standing a few feet away from her, holding onto his go-bag with one hand, while the other grasped his phone. 

“Why do you have those pictures of me?” Her voice dripped with confusion, unsure if she was truly understanding what was going on. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be. No, it couldn’t be. “Spencer, why do you have those pictures? Answer me!”

“I’m sorry.” No longer did his voice sound like him, raspier than she was used to, pronouncing words as if he was a stranger she had been hunting down. She backed away, gaze flickering to his door, no longer feeling safe around him, but rather confused, hurt, angry even. Though she didn’t get far, ripped close by his hand clamping down on her wrist, pulled against his chest. 

With her breath hitched in her chest, (y/n) tried to speak up once again, though without any luck. The last thing she saw was Spencer raising his hand, and with the back of his gun coming in contact with her head, the world around her began to fade to black.

#Spencer Reid smut #be aware of the strangers watching #Spencer Reid imagine

[gav1whore9]

Omg this was actually a request for a cock warming smut but I accidentally deleted it so I’m very sorry but here it is.

(Also the Spanish part of the story is from Google translator so I’m sorry if I get anything wrong)

I also wanna say that I haven’t been aktiv since school just started but I will give my best and continue writing for our boyfriend😉. Enjoy 💕🧚🏼‍♂️

gavi was at an event today but i didn't really want to go plus I had to prepare a few things for work so i stayed at home

actually i had planned to stay awake and wait for gavi to come home so i laid down on the couch and continued watching my series. because of all the work and the stress i fell asleep on the couch after a while, it was around midnight so i gave up hope that gavi is still coming . i thought that he was too drunk to drive and that he is sleeping over at pedris (wouldn’t be the first time) and that was my last thought before I fell asleep.

Gavis pov:

It was around 1 in the morning when I came back home I didn’t actually planned on staying that long but the team wouldn’t let me leave. I fell a little bad though because I let y/n stay at home the whole night she was probably asleep already. Even though I’ve been with my team the whole night I just couldn’t stop thinking about her at after a bit I got really horny and that just by the thought of her so I was kind of hoping that she I still awake

Y/ns pov:

It was like an hour later when I heard the sound of keys at our apartment door but I immediately knew that it was him but I didn’t stand up I just pretended like I was still asleep and then I heard him come into our room, the first thing he said was “oh, mi niña bonita, siento mucho que hayas esperado tanto„

I wanted to answer because that was so cute but something said to me to just keep pretending like I was sleeping. After that I could hear that he started to undress him self since he was still wearing his outside clothes, but then he said something that shocked me and made me wish I wasn’t this tired

“you don't know how much i wished you were still awake my thoughts were with you the whole time, your body and the way you scream my name while i fuck you”

I can not wait for tomorrow because then I will give him what he was craving for this whole night

As he laid in bad with me he kissed me in the head I could feel his hard cock against my ass though. but then he pulled me even closer to him and I moaned on accident

“bonita, lo siento mucho, no quise despertarte„

“it’s okay Pablo I don’t mind, you know if it would help you sleep better you can put it in me„

He turned me around so he could look at me

“You mean like cock warming?”

“Yeah pablito but only if you want and with the rest I will help you tomorrow”

Of course hermosa you don’t even know I’m so hard for you that it’s starting to hurt”

“I know Pablo now just put it in in might help a little”

I only had a long tshirt and panties on I didn't have a bra

I then pulled down his boxers when his dick sprung up and hit his stomach.

I took my panties of and slid down on his dick

“Ahh shit hermosa i love you so much”

“I love you to bonito good night”

It felt so good having him inside of me I could fell his pulse in side of my pussy

Pablo sighed so few Times and then It didn’t took us long till we both had fallen asleep

#gavi smut #smut #pablo gavi one shot #gavi imagine #gavi one shots #gavi one shot #gavi hesdcanons #gavi fluff #gavi #gavi x reader #pablo gavi #gavi x Reader smut #neymar #richalison #world cup #wattpad #viral stories #viral #for you #football imagine #football x reader #footballer smut

[santacarlatourism]

hi i liked the way you write, could you do something about the first kiss between reader and kevin katchadourian? i hate loving this boy

You had no way of knowing what this would spawn lmao, but I ended up running with this idea of doing a little ficlet/scenario series drawing inspo from Taylor Swift song lyrics about kissing.

So, here is the first one!

I feel like this is a goes without saying sort of thing if you're reading fucking kevin x reader fic but warning for toxic relationships & manipulation

screaming and fighting and kissing

Pairing: Kevin Khatchadourian x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

[…]Screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain It's 2AM and I'm cursing your name I'm so in love that I acted insane And that's the way I loved you Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush And I never knew I could feel that much

You know that Kevin is bad news. He practically had it plastered across his body. It was present in every step he took, every sentence he spoke, every time you caught his eye and he looked at you like he could see straight through your flesh and into something much more grotesque. You had noticed it all the way back at your middle school dance, when he told that one classmate of yours– what even was her name? You can’t remember– something so awful that she ran off the dance floor and you didn’t see her at school until two weeks later.

You’d never figured out what Kevin said for sure. But you didn’t have to in order to get the point, to learn the lesson: stay away from Kevin Khatchadourian. Or so you had thought. Because against all better judgment, you had started hanging out with Kevin. At first it was going along with him and that little goon of his, Lenny. From the start, you could tell that Kevin also didn’t think much of the guy. You like to think that you’ve been a bit more subtle in your dislike than Kevin has been, though, so why the two continue to hang out is a mystery to you.

But then you began to hang out with Kevin alone. Ostensibly, him inviting you to hang out one-on-one should mean that he likes you and enjoys your company. The thing was, however, you haven’t been able to tell if he actually does. For one thing, Lenny was an example that for whatever reason, Kevin would hangout with people he didn’t even like. For another, as you learned, Kevin can be incredibly inconsistent. Sometimes when you arrived at his house, he wouldn’t even be home like he said he would be. If he bothered to actually let you know when he was canceling plans rather than simply standing you up, the text or phone call always arrived last minute. Sometimes they even came in when you were already en route to your destination.

So, why had you put up with it till now? The very simple answer, you regretted to admit, was that at some point along the way you had caught feelings.

You aren’t sure exactly when those feelings began developing. But you remember the first time he was talking to you and you felt yourself get lost in those big brown eyes, and once he realized you had zoned out and weren’t listening to what he was saying Kevin had rolled them and turned back to his computer.

And you remember the first time that his inconsiderate behavior had actually caused you to cry in your car. It was two in the morning and you’d made plans to drive out for a late night meet up at Waffle House, only for him to text you that he wasn’t coming. It’s something you’ve never told him about and never plan to. You just sent a “k” back and, once you composed yourself, drove back home and went to bed. You remember one time when he grabbed you by the shoulder to move you out of the way, and even though it was a brief touch, you felt your face heat up.

And all though perhaps you became a little bit of a pushover as a result of your crush, you did have your limits, as Kevin was now finding out. This time when you came over, he was home. You had resolved on your drive over that if he was there he would be getting an earful.

“Kevin, we need to talk,” You say, the moment you shut his bedroom door behind you.

“Do we?” He asks, not bothering to turn his head from his computer to look at you.

“Yes,” You reply, standing behind him. You keep your voice as calm as you can, not wanting to seem too emotional or irrational. “You treat me like shit.”

“Do I?” And that’s when you realize he’s not taking you seriously. You pull out your phone and start tapping on it. When he doesn’t hear your retort, he speaks again. “And is that all?”

“I’m blocking your number.” You say. “I’m tired of your shit, Kevin.”

“Really? You had to drive all the way over here just to block my number?”

It infuriates you that he assumes you’re bluffing, assumes that in a few days you’ll come crawling back. “Yes, because so far, the only thing that’s come of our quote unquote ‘ friendship’ is you using me for your own amusement to see how fast I’ll come running,” You tell him.

“And?” He asks. He sounds bored with this conversation, with you, as he continues working at whatever he’s doing. Playing around with one of his viruses, maybe. “You always have.”

That’s when you snap. You like to think that in most circumstances, you’re a bit more mature. That if it was anyone else, you’d simply walk out of that bedroom, slam the door, and not look back. But he’s gotten under your skin now like he always does. It’s not in the way he’s clearly become accustomed to being under your skin though– the way you’ve grown so tired of, where he keeps baiting you back to him, giving you just enough semblance of a friendship to make you question if you’re overreacting to his negligent behavior.

This time he’s not toying with you from afar over text messages and phone calls. This time Kevin is directly provoking you, and you do not respond kindly to it. You step over to his computer and push his computer monitor off the desk and onto the hardwood floor. The glass breaks.

You’re silent for a moment. There’s not a moment in this where you look like you’ve lost your composure, where your face is contorted with rage or where you’re screaming. It’s like your body acted of its own accord. “Shit,” You grumble, after a minute.

Kevin finally stands up. You step back. “Don’t worry. Mumsy can always buy another one,” He remarks of his dearly detested mother as he takes a step closer to you.

You feel almost like he’s sizing you up, and despite his calm demeanor you wonder, for a second, if he’s planning to hit you. But then he takes another step and then you’re pressed against the blue wall of his bedroom and he’s kissing you. Everything is silent except for wet mouth noises and the occasional sound of shoes sifting through glass and Kevin Khatchadourian is kissing you.

It’s the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to you, but it’s not entirely unwelcome. Even if perhaps it should be entirely unwelcome in every way possible considering the conversation you just tried to have.

He finally pulls away after a moment. You see something in his eyes you haven’t seen before. You’re not sure if it’s a reciprocation of your crush, of your feelings, or if it’s more so a bodily sort of hunger. Either way, you’ve ignited something in Kevin that you haven’t noticed there before. You take pride in it.

“Do that again,” You say, voice low. He complies.

#kevin khatchadourian x reader #by santacarlatourism #post: scenarios #post: fic

[ackermancurse]

You 🤝 Me

Being new to AoT fandom lol

Also #45 of prompt list for Jean please, thank you! 😙

Modern Jean x Reader

“Can you please stop chewing so loudly, Connie? I can hear you all the way from here,” you shout to your twin brother.

Connie rolls his eyes, “You’re so annoying. I wasn’t even chewing that loudly.”

You continue to type on your laptop. Finishing up the essay you’re working on.

“Well I’m gonna go shower. I’m going out tonight so don’t wait for me to come home tonight. Probably won’t be back till morning,” Connie says while he places his dirty dish in the sink.

Connie walks to his bedroom and shuts the door. You hear the shower kick on and sigh. Finally some peace and quiet.

The peace and quiet you just had is short lived when a loud series of knocks at the front door of yours and Connie’s shared apartment cause you to jump.

“Springer!!! Hurry up and let us in!!” You let out an annoyed sigh.

You march over to the front door to see who could possibly be making all this noise, “There better be a good reason why someone is pounding on my door.”

You open it to see Armin, Eren, and Jean standing at the door with big smiles while laughing.

You give the boys a hug, “Connie didn’t tell me you guys were coming over. You guys going out tonight?” You open the door wide to let the three boys in.

“Yeah, gonna hit a few bars. Maybe hit a club,” Eren says and gives you a side hug.

“Connie wanted to go out. He said you were busy doing schoolwork and was getting a bit annoyed with you,” Armin responds with a grin.

You roll your eyes and that’s when you finally lock eyes with Jean.

You’ve always had a thing for Jean. He has always been your partner in school for projects, always picked you first for sports, sat next to you to talk, and just has always been there for you since the day him and Connie became best friends.

Jean looks older now. His once dark hair now a light ashy brown. His hair is slicked back and is longer than you’re used to. But it looks good. By the looks of it he’s growing out a beard because he has some scruff on his chin.

“Hi Jean,” you say with a small smile.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” he asks before giving you a full front hug. He lifts you up like he always does while you hang on.

You giggle, “Always better when you’re around.”

He smells like expensive cologne. The kind that would make you turn your head if you walk past him in a crowd. Jean places you back down in the ground and you look up at him.

“I didn’t know you were coming over,” you say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

Connie walks out of his bedroom fully dressed and ready to go out, “Soooo should we take a pregame shot here before we head out?”

Jean looks at you and leans over to whisper, “If I’m being honest I don’t really wanna go out but I’m going just because he’s my best friend.”

You let out a giggle, “Trust me I wouldn’t want to go out drinking with him either. Remember when me and him turned 21 he got absolutely shit-faced. He kept volunteering to sing for karaoke.”

Jean lets out a hearty laugh and Connie turns to face the two of you, “Jean! Sorry, is my annoying sister bugging you??” Connie shoots you a glare practically telling you to beat it.

“Never, Connie. She’s nothing like you in the best way possible,” Jean retorts and shoots you a small grin.

You feel yourself get hot in the face. Connie knew of your crush on Jean so he always tries to keep you away.

Connie rolls his eyes, “Ew gross don’t flirt with my sister, dude. At least not in front of me. There’s a reason I try to keep you apart.”

It was Jean’s turn to get red in the face. Apparently Connie always knew you two would hit it off and didn’t want to see his friend and sister flirt.

“Con, how could you even keep your sister and me apart? I mean we grew up down the street from one another,” Jean questions as Connie opens a kitchen cabinet and grabs 3 shot glasses.

“She’s my sister and I know how you get. I know she’s exactly what you go for dude,” Connie explains and grabs a bottle of tequila from a different cabinet and begins pouring shots.

Jean looks at you wide eyed.

“Let’s just take this shot and head out alright?” Eren suggests as he grabs a shot glass.

Connie, Armin, and Jean grab their shot glasses and lift them high in the air, “To getting laid,” Connie toasts.

“To getting laid,” the boys respond in unison. Jean makes eye contact with you as he responds and proceeds to take a shot.

All the boys make faces as the liquor burns their chests.

Jean walks over to you, “Hey do you wanna join us? It would be cool if we can hang out, you know?”

Connie gasps, “Um dude?”

“It’s your fault for always keeping us apart so now face your consequences,” Jean confidently remarks.

“Well good luck she’s not gonna wanna go out. She never does,” Connie says and pours himself another shot.

You watch as Connie begins to take his second shot, “You know what… I’d love to join Jean. Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready.”

Connie chokes on the shot as he hears you, “Really??! You never want to go out when I ask.”

“Yeah well you’re not a cute boy who wants me to join,” you quickly respond back and feel the heat rush back into your face. You look at Jean who has a small grin on his face and he runs his fingers through his long locks.

“Whatever. Well, I don’t want to wait for you so me, Armin, Eren, and Jean are gonna get an Uber from here. I’ll text you where we’re going,” Connie explains and grabs his wallet from the kitchen counter.

Jean quickly looks at you, “Actually I’ll stay. Make sure she gets to the bar safely ya know? I’ll order us an Uber.”

Armin and Eren share a look at each other and snicker, “Alright we’ll see you guys there. Don’t take too long you two,” Armin calls out as Eren helps him push Connie out the front door before you yells at Jean.

The sound of the front door closing echoes throughout your apartment. Now you stand in front of Jean, just the two of you.

“So uh I will um take a rinse off in the shower really quick and change,” you say and look down at your feet. “Feel free to sit at the couch and help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen.”

Jean nods and sits on the beige couch in your living room and you walk into your bedroom.

—

You exit your bedroom dressed in your best outfit for a night out while holding a necklace in hand, “Do you mind?” You ask while lifting the necklace.

“Not at all,” Jean replies and takes the necklace from your hand gently.

You face away from Jean and lift your hair while his big calloused hands meet at the front of your body. He carefully clasps the necklace together and you turn to face him. You get a more in-depth smell of his cologne. It smells clean with a hint of spice. It reminds you of a fall morning. You look into his hazel eyes and notice the golden flakes that glow perfectly when the light touches them.

“T-The Uber is here,” Jean stutters at the sound of a notification from his phone.

—

You and Jean finally meet up with the boys at the bar and you feel the urge to grab a drink.

“I’m gonna get a drink,” you lean over to Armin and yell over the loud music.

Armin nods and continues talking with Eren.

You approach the bar and flag down a bartender, “One Lemon Drop Martini please.”

You feel a presence stand next to you, “Now what’s a pretty girl like yourself doing buying her own drink?” A tall man with a full beard and dark brown eyes asks. His cologne smells cheap and his breath wreaks of booze. You’re probably not the only girl he has tried to hit on all night.

The bartender returns and places the glass on the counter, “$9.50”

You kid and begin pulling out your wallet from your purse when the man from earlier puts his hand out, “I-I got it,” He hiccups. He slams his card on the counter and the bartender quickly takes it.

“Thank you,” you quietly mutter.

The bartender returns with the man’s card and continues working his ear down the bar. “You’re welcome. Y’know you can thank me by talking w-with me. Maybe having a few drinks? I can buy you whatever y-you’d like.”

You look him in the eyes, “No thank you. I need to meet up with my friends. I do appreciate the drink though.” When you begin to turn away he grabs your wrist.

“That’s not the proper way to thank someone who just bought you a d-drink. You don’t think I’m h-handsome?” The man questions while still holding your wrist.

“Look I appreciate the gesture but-“ you begin stating but feel another presence behind you.

“Hey buddy she’s here with me, alright?” a deep and hoarse voice that booms over the music.

You turn to see Jean and he wraps his arm around your waist.

Jean towers over not only you but the man who has been bothering you since you stepped foot to the bar counter.

The man’s eyes widen at the sight of Jean, “M-my bad.” He turns and walks the opposite direction.

Jean keeps watching him as he makes his way through the crowd with his arm still around your waist. When he no longer sees the man he removes his arm.

You turn to face him, “Thanks Jean. You really didn’t have to-“

“Save it. I didn’t like how he was acting around you so I came over. Next time you want a drink please let me know so I can come with you or even just go buy you the drink myself,” Jean pleads.

You nod.

“C’mon let’s go find the others,” Jean says and takes a swig of the beer he is holding in his hand.

—

The night continued on and you did as you were told. Anytime you wanted another drink you told Jean and he’d either follow you to the bar or ask you what you wanted to drink. Always returning with a small cup of water for you to drink in between.

When you all had enough of the drinking you took an Uber back to your apartment.

Connie, Eren, and Armin crashed in the living room. They were sprawled out everywhere. You made sure to give them each 2 aspirins and a glass of water. You even gave them a slice of bread.

“This is the best thing ever. God, you’re the best,” Eren says as he stuffs his face with another slice of bread.

Within 10 minutes, Connie and Armin were asleep on the couch while Eren was on the floor.

After you change into your pajamas you walk into the living room and kitchen area to grab a glass of water for yourself. You see Jean trying to rest in the arm chair in the corner of the living room.

“You can come to my room if you can’t sleep,” you call out in a whisper.

Jean perks up and carefully maneuvers through the boys’ shoes and Eren on the ground. He almost trips over a jacket but catches himself.

You walk into your bedroom and let him in, closing the door behind you. You lay on your bed and watch as he stands awkwardly at your bedroom door, “You can come here you know.”

“I’m okay with the floor, you know. Don’t want to overstep anything,” Jean says.

“If I wasn’t okay with sharing a bed with you I wouldn’t have offered you to come to my room,” you respond with a giggle.

Jean nods and finally sits on the bed.

There was a looming silence for a long time. You sit up and sit cross cross on your bed, “Thank you for helping me earlier tonight. I appreciate it, Jean.”

Jean opens his eyes and gives a sleepy grin, “No problem. You know, I’m always gonna look out for you.”

The two of you stare at each other for what seems like eternity. You look at Jean’s lips and up to his eyes.

“Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?” Jean asks.

You nod.

“Oh, thank god,” he replies and puts his hand behind your head and pulls you closer to him.

When your lips collide it feels like a million fireworks explode between the two of you. The way your lips move in sync and long for the other’s whenever you briefly break apart makes you feel like you’re floating.

You run your fingers through Jean’s ash brown locks. He quietly moans when you tug slightly at his hair.

Jean places a hand gently around your neck which causes a gasp to escape your lips. You feel Jean smirk in the kiss and break away. You are both gasping for air.

“It has been so unbelievably hard to contain myself around you. I was really hoping you felt the same about me ,” Jean says while placing a small kiss on your cheek and you giggle.

“It’ll always be you,” You respond and place a gentle kiss on his lips. And nothing felt more true in that moment than that statement.

It always has and will be Jean.

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part 9

a calum hood songfic

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Michael has been watching Tillie’s location for a week. 

He’d checked up with Calum after the Halloween party, given that he figured he’d feel like absolute shit. Calum was fuming when he’d picked up the call, saying he had nothing nice to say about Tillie right then and that’s all he had on his mind, so he hung up after a brief rant. That’s how Michael knew something had gone down at Tillie’s place the next morning.

Michael knew his best friends very well. He knew Calum would need to talk about it, but he wouldn’t talk about it with him, and he couldn’t talk about it when he was angry. Tillie was somewhat unpredictable in that there were two options. One would be to go out and get wasted, hook up with someone new every night, and do everything possible to not have to think about things. The other option? Hole up in her bedroom and avoid living life at all. 

Tillie’s blue dot hasn’t left her condo once. 

He’s well aware that she won’t pick up if he calls, so he does what he know Tillie would do if roles were reversed. He lets himself into her place.

Tillie can hear her door open from inside her bedroom.

“I’m not home!” She yells.

He laughs quietly, popping his head into the doorway of her bedroom. The first thing he notices? She dyed her hair purple. She’s propped up on a mountain of pillows and a throw blanket is awkwardly strewn around her. There’s an empty pizza box on the edge of the bed and a few things of cup noodles on the nightstand.

“Permission to enter?” Michael asks. 

“If you clear the shit from my bed and come cuddle, yes.”

He rolls his eyes and enters the room. He tosses the pizza box onto the floor and kicks off his shoes before he climbs into Tillie’s messy bed.

She won’t say it, but she’s glad he’s there. 

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Tillie sighs. “I broke up with Nick.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t act so surprised,” she mutters. 

Tillie liked Nick. He was nice. He was attractive and fun to be around. Deep down though, she knew it wasn’t more than a few months, maybe a year or two at best, of just coasting by and having a relatively good time. It would’ve been settling for something that works, rather than something that she actually enjoys.

After the fight with Cal, she decided it was wrong to be in any sort of “relationship,” regardless of how casual, with anyone who wasn’t Calum. She decided she’d go back to being emotionally unavailable and just live her life, find one night stands when she wanted one, and… mourn. Both her sister, and whatever she thought she could have had with Calum.

“He was nice!” Michael says. He might know Tillie better than anyone else does, but he still couldn’t ever fully read her. That’s part of why people are so drawn to her: she’s a mystery.

She sighs. She has no doubt now that Michael knows how she feels about Calum. He may not have admitted it to anyone, but surely he knows that she loves him. Surely he saw what she saw in Nick. He’s great, but he’s not perfect for her.

Not that anyone is perfect for her. 

“Tillie, to be fair, you’re kind of unpredictable.”

Tillie rolls her eyes and runs her fingers through her purple locks. “Not really.”

“You pick people and drop them. You end up going after Cal for fuck’s sake, and everyone thought that was going well, then you drop that suddenly and disappear. Then there’s another revolving door of people, and then there’s Nick, and, I guess, now there’s not.”

When Michael looks over at her after he speaks, his heart sinks. Tillie is crying. She doesn’t cry. Tillie never cries.

“Woah, Tills, what’s wrong?”

He knows the answer to the question. It’s Calum. 

“It doesn’t matter,” she whispers.

“Clearly it does. You’re upset, and you aren’t exactly known for getting upset.”

Tillie doesn’t know what to say, and she debates dropping everything altogether. She’d offer to order another pizza for delivery and they could play video games for hours. She knows she can’t. The truth of everything that happened is clawing at her insides.

“Will you ever tell me what happened, T? I know it’s something big. You loved him and then just left.”

“What?” Tillie asks, her head snapping to look at him. He didn’t think he’d say it out loud.

“What do you mean?”

“You said I loved him.”

Michae shrugs. “Yeah, I mean, I think that we all know that you did.”

Tillie is floored. Was it that obvious? Apparently it was.

“I do.”

“What?”

“I do love him,” she admits. She’s never said it. It feels like somewhat of a relief to say it. 

“So, what happened?”

How can she explain it all? The blood on her hands, the running away, her fear of doing something awful to Calum… how does she put it in words and tell Michael why she broke his best friend’s heart?

“You don’t have to tell me, you know?” Mike adds, sensing that she’s possibly incapable of putting words to her thoughts. “I’m sure Calum would like to hear whatever you have to say, though.”

“He’s mad at me.”

“Tillie, if what you have to say to him is that you love him, he’ll suck it up and listen to your explanation.”

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New Story! FFN and AO3

Snooping for presents is a common pass time around Christmas, especially in the Potter household. A fluffy family Christmas story featuring Harry, Ginny, and all the kids. Hinny Fluff. One-shot.

A little fluffy Christmas drabble.

For the amazing @thisismegz ! Congratulations, darling! You're beautiful and I hope everyone treats you with the same kindness you've always given to me. Love you!

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“Hurry, Lily! Mum and Dad are gonna be home any second!”

“When snooping for Christmas presents when your parents aren’t home, shouldn’t you be more worried about me?” Teddy poked his head into Harry and Ginny’s bedroom. “Besides, Ginny wouldn’t lay them out in plain sight when she knows you’re her son.”

Lily’s little head peeped out from under the bed and she blew her fringe from her eyes. 

“They aren’t here Jamie.” 

Jamie’s shoulders slumped forward.

“What about you, Al?” 

Al’s head popped out of the clothes in the closet. “Nothing.”

“Maybe they didn’t get us anything.” Jamie sighed.

“Don’t be silly.” Teddy laughed. “They’re your parents. They got you something. And even if they didn’t, you haven’t been so bad that Father Christmas would forget you entirely.” 

“But last year we found them, and the year before that too.” 

“Then they probably hid them really well this year. Come on, let’s go back downstairs.”

Teddy chuckled as all the kids filed out of the Potter’s bedroom. He remembered when he used to act that way, snooping around for presents at Christmas time. He was more mature than that now. Now he’s trusted to help set out presents at the appointed time; and he knows that his family loves him enough to find presents he’ll like.

Jamie’s head was nearly down by his shoes as he slumped down the stairs and his older brother took pity on the poor lad.

“How about I get out the biscuits and what’s left of the wassail from yesterday and we can play a game till your parents get home?”

“Alright,” Jamie said with a little shrug of his slumped shoulders.

The game and sugar worked wonders and by the time Harry and Ginny were home, Jamie had forgotten all about snooping for presents.

“Thank you for watching them for us.” Ginny hugged him. “I’m sure there were better things to be doing than watching your god-siblings.”

“I don’t mind.” Teddy placed their mugs in the sink. “Oh, and you should know Jamie had them snooping in your room for presents.”

Harry chuckled. “He won’t find them there.”

“I didn’t think he would.” Teddy nodded. “But I thought I’d give you a heads up.”

“Have you done all your shopping?” Ginny put her hand on his shoulder. “I could take you tomorrow.”

“I got everything with Gran when the train came in. She said we were already in London and might as well take advantage of it.”

“Smart woman, your Gran.” Harry smiled. “Now why don’t you run on up to bed and we’ll get you back home in the morning.”

Teddy wished them both goodnight and headed for the stairs.

“You know.” Ginny’s voice was quiet. “I’m going to take a lot of joy one day in telling Jamie that all the presents were right in front of him the whole time.” 

Teddy paused, curious if she’d reveal the hiding place.

After all, he should know so as to steer Jamie in the wrong direction.

“That spot only works for as long as I don’t need my cloak for work.” Harry’s voice was almost too quiet to be heard.

“I’ll be sure to ask Father Christmas to keep all the baddies away until Christmas.”

“You’ll need to ask him to keep the kids off the ceilings as well, then.”

Teddy’s jaw dropped, and he looked above him. 

His godparents had hid the presents on the ceiling and then covered them with Harry’s invisibility cloak? Jamie would never even think to check the ceiling! Teddy wasn’t even supposed to know Harry had the cloak, but he’d eves dropped from this same spot before and heard about it then. 

Satisfied that Jamie wouldn’t be able to ruin his Christmas surprises, Teddy walked up the stairs to his room.

“He’s in his room.” Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny’s waist and kissed her neck.

“Do you think he believed us?” 

“Of course he did, or he wouldn’t have gone upstairs.” Harry kissed her again, ready to move their conversation on to other things.

“Hold that thought.” 

Ginny slipped from his arms and laughed at the pout Harry gave her for that. She picked up her wand and brought the box of old mugs down from atop the refrigerator. Then pulled the last of the Christmas gifts from the bags and shrunk them down to fit inside the mugs. She placed the box back on top of the refrigerator.

“There.” She slid up against him. “Now, where were we?”

Harry pulled her close and spoke low against her ear. “Somewhere along these lines.”

Ginny’s response was a quiet moan as she melted into him.

“Take me to bed, Mr. Potter.”

“With pleasure, Mrs. Potter.”

Harry swept her into his arms and up the stairs to their room. No one was going to be finding their presents early, not even Ginny.

Jamie definitely got his snooping from her.

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Partners [1]

You were thrilled yet anxious. The two bedroom apartment felt tiny now that the news had fallen. Someone was moving in. The army had provided housing. You were after all their little medic. You hummed at the thought. You were a medic, never one to go on field missions. Just staying at home till someone needed medical attention. You became a medic to help provide more moral support to your dads base if anything. Your dad, Captain Price. Well you called him dad, he was more like a father to you then your real one. 

Eventually you stayed at the base more, helping the new recruits that cried for every little cut. You didn’t complain tho. It got you out of the house, it was quite lonely. Well not for long. You hoped your roommate would be nice, maybe play games with you or just hangout. It would be better than doing nothing all day.

A week ago Lazwell passed by to have a talk about you joining missions, ofc you had refused. You didn’t have the training for it. That and you’d rather work at the base where it was safe. 

“Well hopefully you’ll change your mind” she smiled, “Anyhow, about your roommate situation. Lieutenant Riley will be moving in soon, hopefully sometime today”

“That’s great”, you cheered, “Can’t wait to meet em’. ” 

“ Now don’t be intimidated by his size, he sticks to himself mostly. He’s not mean, just it's his Alpha side I should say”

“Wait but if he’s an Alpha why put him with me, hello unmated omega here” you cringed.

“Are you taking your blockers?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes mom” you groaned.

“Then you should be fine, he isn’t that kind of alpha anyway” with that she left. 

You waited for her to return with some uptight, snarty alpha who thinks he’s the shit. But you grew tired of waiting. You put on the TV and watched a movie. It was some 80’s horror movie, you didn’t really like horror movies but you knew it would keep your mind away from the time. 

Just as the door busted open on the film, so did yours, you screamed. You closed your eyes and covered yourself with a blanket. 

“Y/N” you heard Lazwell

You removed the covers over your face and sat up. There he was, black hoodie, black pants, and a skull mask. A big bag on his side and a gun in hand. He stared at you and when you noticed the gun he put it away. You swallowed a lump down in your throat. 

“Who?” you said still trying to calm down. 

“That's Ghost, your new roomie” she smiled. “He went full on soldier mode when he heard you scream”

“I'm sorry” you smiled at him, “sometimes these movies can be a little much for me”

“Then why watch it?” he asked in a snarky tone. 

You didn’t answer. Lazwell got back up and showed him to his room. He put his things down and left. Lazwell said he needed to finish work at the base and to not wait on him, “he has a key”. She stayed a bit to chat and catch you up on some of the new recruits you might see coming to get medical. 

After Lazwell left you made you some dinner, you did make extra just in case Ghost wanted some when he got home. You left a note on the counter, ‘help yourself ^-^’ written on it. You went to bed that night with a content hum and holding your plushie. 

It was about 3am when your sleep was interrupted by a call. You grabbed your phone and saw Lazwell written on the top. You hesitantly answered it. 

“Kate, it's 3 in the morning, what's wrong” you yawned.

“One of the new recruits…”

“Ugh, ok i'm on my way” you cut her off, “Give me 5 and i’ll be there”

You hung up the phone not letting her finish. You got dressed, you put on an oversized t-shirt and some shorts. You didn’t feel like putting your scrubs on, it was a late night call anyway so it wouldn’t matter. 

You arrived at the base and rushed to your medical room. There you saw your new roommate you just met holding his leg as it bled. You just stared at him, he stared back at you but you swore he looked hungry. He then looked away after a few seconds. 

“Why didn’t she tell me it was the Lieutenant that was hurt” you whispered to yourself.

“It's nothing, Lazwell is just over reacting” you heard him speak, “I told her not to wake you up, I could’ve fixed it.”

He must’ve heard you.

“Oh it's alright it's my job. Plus it looks very painful” you yawned as you sat down next to him. 

Things went silent as you worked on getting the bullet out. It wasn't deep so it didn’t take long for you to get it out and stitch him up. He thanked you an walked out as if he didn’t just have a bullet in his leg. You sighed and headed home, you met with Lazwell on your way out, apparently a new recruit wasn’t watching how he held his gun and ended up shooting Ghost. Lucky for Ghost the recruit didn’t hit anything serious, but he was pissed to say the least. 

Arriving at home you put your purse up on the counter, noticing a note. ‘Thanks for the food kid’ roughly written on a slip of paper. You smiled, he was actually nice for an alpha. You took your shorts off and went to bed holding your plushie.  You dreamt about your day. Meeting your new roommate, cooking, and helping him with his wound. You dreamt of the days that would follow, how this new friendship is going to turn out. 

_________

It's been a week since he moved in. 

You two barely spoke a word to each other. You got more busy since those recruits showed up. Always needing a bandaid or just some ice. You felt like a school nurse. When Lazwell found out she told them if it was life or death then come to you. 

The recruits even made Ghost busy always having to train them. You wanted to go watch but Lazwell told you he doesn’t like it when people watch him. Something about a guy named Soap, always cheering and yelling in his ear. You kinda giggled hearing that. You didn’t expect him to have friends, you thought he was more of a keep to himself kinda alpha. 

You noted that he likes going for runs in the mornings. You wanted to get him some gatorades so he wouldn’t be dehydrated. You needed to shop soon so you just made a note and put it on the fridge like you always do ‘Get Ghost some Gatorade ’. Not thinking about it you also put your whole shopping list on it too. So you wouldn’t lose it. Big mistake though. 

 You were sitting on your lounge chair in the corner of the living room. You had to work on a medical report, some stupid recruit broke his hand. Now you have to fill out a release form, and medical expense report. It was about 8 pm when Ghost came back from the base. You looked up from your laptop and greeted him. 

“What's this?” he grabbed your note and held it up looking at you. 

“Oh, I’m gonna go shopping this weekend,  thought I would get you some drinks to stay hydrated.” you smiled. 

“ Not that” he chuckled, “The list”

“Groceries” it was more of a question. 

He sighed and sat on the sofa looking at his feet, then back at you. 

“You’re an…” he paused, “Omega?”

“Why…why you think that?” you stuttered. You were shaking. You hoped he wasn’t one of those alphas that cared about things like that. Some did, like your father(not price) and you awaited for judgment. 

“ Kid, you put it on your list”

You quickly grabbed it from his hand to look. Sure enough it was on there, in red. ‘Refill Scent blocker px’ . You lowered your head. You were about to text lazwell when he got up and walked to his room. 

“Just thought of telling you to keep that information to yourself. I really didn’t need to know that” he huffed before entering his room. 

You stayed up late that night. You didn’t know if he was angry or not. You didn’t wanna pass by his room and cause him to come out and fuss. So you grabbed a throw blanket you had folded up by the tv, grabbed your nearest stuffie and fell asleep on your lounge chair.  

You dreamt of Ghost that night. Him holding you, shushing you to sleep. You felt warm in his embrace. You didn’t want him to let you go. The last thing you dreamt about was him lifting up his mask just above his nose and kissing your forehead. 

You woke up in your bed. Not sure how you got there but you did sometimes sleep walk so you thought nothing of it. You went to make some breakfast and eggs. Your not really a morning person, but you did have to go into the base today and turn in a few things to Lazwell, and hangout with Price for a few. He finally wants you to meet his team. 

Ghost didn’t join you for breakfast sadly. You wish you would’ve known that otherwise you wouldn’t have made extra. You made sure to wrap up the extra and bring it with you. Maybe lazwell or Price might want some. 

You walked into the training room looking for Price. He told you he’d be in the training area monitoring the recruit training going on. You spotted him in the back. You managed to get a few feet away from him when a tall man got in your way, he was much smaller than Ghost but obviously larger than you. You didn’t have any blockers yet so you knew he might have scented you were an omega. 

“ what's a sweet omega like you doing here?” he asked as he grabbed your arm.

You struggled to get free, dropping the food you brought. “Get off of me, stupid recruit”

He growled. Just before he could open his mouth a very large and angry Ghost walked up behind him. He noticed your eyes glancing behind him, he turned. When he turned Ghost grabbed him, causing him to let you go and be flung to the wall behind him. 

“Why are you here?” Ghost growled.

“I….I” before you could get the words out Price and some guy with a Mohawk came rushing to see what happened. 

“Y/N '' Price bent down and gently grabbed your hand. The small alpha that grabbed you caused a bruise to form. 

“I wanted to bring yall some breakfast” you smiled weakly, “I’m sorry, he… I dropped it”

“That's alright love” the Mohawk guy helped you up, “Im Soap” 

“Y/N” you gave him a big smile, “Nice to meet you”

“Come in here with us, let the captain handle it” 

You walked in the room with Soap. Ghost soon followed after. You knew he was staring at you but you didn’t acknowledge him. Soon after Price and two men joined. 

“ Y/N “

“Yea?” you looked up at him Price with a worried expression. 

“Lazwell is gonna take care of your…issue. So you wont be staying long” he stated. “However let me introduce you to the squad”

He sat next to Ghost. The other two men sat on either side, one guy ended up sitting by you. 

“You’ve already met Soap and Ghost” he smiled, “ That one next to ya is colonel Alejandro Vargas. He's not really part of the 141 but he's still our brother.”

Alejandro chuckled with you at that statement. He was very handsome, you would’ve tried to flirt a little but you knew Ghost was watching you like a hawk. 

“Last but not least, this is Kyle. Just call him Gaz. “ 

After introducing you to the rest of the squad you had to go see lazwell about your scent blockers. As you were leaving Alejandro stopped you in the hall. 

“ Are you and Ghost a thing?”

“What?” you were shocked. “No” 

“Oh, good” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “ Do you wanna go out sometime?” 

“I woul…”

Just as you were about to answer, Ghost came from behind you and growled at him. This didn’t seem to phase Alejandro, he just stood closer. You swore they were about to pounce on each other. 

“Boys” you heard Lazwell speak. “Thats enough”

She grabbed you, pulling you towards her. You yelped as she pulled you, making both the Alphas growl at her. 

“Ghost you should know better.” she sighed, “she’s not on her pills right now, you're just acting on instinct and not what you really want. Same as her, I know Alejandro doesn’t know. Well now you do, but Ghost you should know better. You're her roommate.” 

Ghost didn’t say anything, he just glanced at you and went back to training. Alejandro done the same, only thing is he actually said he was sorry. 

Lazwell took you to your office. She sat you down as if you were the patient, she handed you a new bottle of your scent blockers, making sure you took one before having you return home. Scent blockers usually make the person taking them very sleepy if they haven't had them in a while. Since you haven't had your meds in a day you should get some rest just in case. You don’t want to pass out again. 

Driving home was ok, but when you got to your door something didn’t feel right. You fell to the floor in pain, your heat was coming. You didn’t understand why or what triggered it. You put your back against your door, hopeing that Ghost was going to come home soon so he can help you get into bed and call Lazwell. 

Your phone rang and you tried looking for it, rushing to find it. Your heat was so painful everything was blurry, finding it was a no go. You don’t know how much time goes by until Ghost, Price, and Soap show up. They see you, back against the door whinning, at this point your in full heat. Price and Soap are betas so they don’t really fully understand your pain. Ghost on the other hand….

He wanted you so badly, but he knew he couldn’t. Your heat was making you want a knot from an alpha. He was the closest one, that was his conclusion. He would never force himself on you like that, even if your omega begged, he knew it wasn’t you. 

When the boys finially got you in bed they made sure Ghost was ok. Usually an omegas heat can make an unmated Alphas rut start. 

“Im fine” Ghost huffed.

“Just checking” Soap smiled.

“We trust you Simon”, price patted his shoulder,  “Just watch over her, give her lots of water.”

“Oh, before I forget” soap grabbed a bag off the conter, “Here are some ‘supplies’ for her.”

As they both left Ghost looked into the bag. He regreted it, it made him blush under his mask. He never thought you would be the kind of omega to use toys to help take the edge off. He was kinda jellious of one he knew you where gonna use the most. This one was big with a knot at the base. 

“Fuckin hell” he cursed. 

He needed to just give you the bag and just leave. He walked to the door to your room. He knew you knew he was there. You whinned for him, pleded for him to help you. 

“Ghost” you whinned. “It hurttss so bad, pleasssee”

“Fuck” he whispered. 

He opened the door, when he did he saw you laying nude in the little nest you made with your blankets and cloths. He slowly approached you, handing you the bag of toys. You opened it and smiled giving a weak ‘thank you’. He got up to leave and you grabbed his arm. Your eyes glowed a velvety red, your omega. Your omega was trying to get his alpha to respond, he had to leave the appartment. He left your room and rushed outside. 

Deep down his alpha wanted to help, he didn’t want his omega to hurt. But Ghost himself didn’t want a mate, he liked being alone and thats how he wanted to stay. But you were slowly changing it within him.

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Show me the way home, honey Ch. 23

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!reader soulmate!au

Show me the way home, honey masterlist

The best part of your day on the weekend is waking up next to Bradley. Getting to lay in bed with him all snuggled up was so nice. Sadly that isn’t what happened this morning. Your best friend woke you up by jumping on your bed.

Bradley had decided that you both should follow all those silly wedding traditions, including not seeing each other the night before the wedding and then not seeing each other until the wedding. You pouted about it but he didn’t budge on it.

Not only did you not wake up next to Bradley but you weren’t even at your own house! You stayed the night at your best friend’s house and Bradley and his buddies were all at the Bungalow. You pouted even harder about that because you sleep like shit anywhere but home but you still let him have the house for the night, it was his technically after all.

To top it all off you had to wake up early. Way too early. The wedding wasn’t until late this afternoon but for some reason you still had to wake up around 7? This is bullshit. You’re gonna be sleepy and grumpy all day. You just know it.

Yes today is supposed to be the happiest day of your life but like why couldn’t it have started at 11? Or better yet 2? This whole wedding timeline thing is silly. Damn the sun for setting at an inconvenient time. The wedding starts at 4:15 since the sun will set around 4:45. The pictures will end up being gorgeous but still. So sleepy.

It’s going to be a fake it till you make it kind of day and you’ll just have to ignore your own grumpiness. You don’t want anyone thinking you’re some kind of Bridezilla. You’re definitely not. You’re just a toddler when it comes to sleep. And food. Bradley has started keeping granola bars in the Bronco in case you start having an attitude with him and your attitude magically stops as soon as you have something in your belly.

So here you are at 8 am trying really hard not to scream at your best friend for being an annoying little shit and jumping on your bed. Bradley always wakes you with soft kisses. You miss him. You immediately grab your phone and text him that. And to complain about how you were woken up. You throw your phone down on the bed and roll out and grab your shower things and head into the bathroom. You make quick work of your shower and soon you’re sitting at the kitchen table happily eating a bagel doing a little happy wiggle as you eat. If you HAVE to wake up you’re glad you at least got a yummy bagel.

Your best friend starts the rundown of your day. Next is hair at 9:30. Then makeup at 11. Then off to the Hard Deck to finish getting ready. Then pictures. Then the wedding. Then more pictures. Then the reception. Then hopefully going to sleep in Brad Brad’s arms.

Your mom and sister arrived shortly after you started to get your hair done. All of your bridesmaids arrived soon after that and it was a whirlwind of everyone getting ready together and having fun. Champagne was freely flowing and the music was loud. Maybe you wouldn’t be a grump all day.

Soon you were off to the Hard Deck. This is definitely the most dressed up you’ve ever been going to the Hard Deck.

Penny had a back area where the staff keep their things that she set up nicely for you for the wedding. You had rented a big tent off to the side of the bar for the guys to get ready and hang out in.

You had taken lots of pictures with everyone so far and now you were just waiting a little while before the first look. You decided to keep with the tradition and not see Brad Brad before the wedding and instead decided to do a first look with your dad. You did however tell the photographer to take a picture of Bradley’s face when he first sees you. You don’t want him to cry but at the same time you hope he cries.

Your best friend comes running into the room giggling and you look at her funny, “Where were you?”

“Delivering your gift!” She says excitedly and you blush immediately.

“You didn’t tell me!” You say back.

“And let you back out? No way! He loves it by the way,” she says teasingly.

“Shut up!” You whisper yell to her. “Did you ask him?”

“Oh I could just tell…..” she says then giggles.

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Bradley and his friends were out in the tent waiting for instruction from the wedding planner. He knew there was still some more pictures to take. Today there always seemed to be more pictures to take. Not that he minded too much. He was excited to be able to relive this as much as possible. It’s one of the best days he’s ever had. Take a few pictures between drinking beer with his friends? No problem. Plus by the end of the day he’ll have his very own wife. He’s very excited about that.

He’s playing on his phone, trying hard not to bug his future wife, when he hears some of his friends talking at the entrance to the tent. He stands up and goes over and sees your best friend holding a small box.

“Hey Brad Brad! I brought you a present from your wifey,” she says with a smile that seems to be just a bit off to him.

“Oh okay,” he says taking it and looking it over. Nothing looks off about it but he doesn’t completely trust that look that your best friend was giving him. She’s still eagerly watching him as he looks over the box.

“Well aren’t you going to open it?” She says excitedly.

“Yeah I can do that I guess,” Bradley says and starts to unwrap the present.

Under the paper is just a slim plain brown box. He looks up and your best friend is grinning at him and nodding her head. He looks down at the box and opens the lid leading to a plain black book. Still nothing suspicious. He pulls the book out and turns it over. He sets the box down on a nearby table and opens the book. Inside in your handwriting reads, “For the times when you miss me in the future.” Well that’s sweet of you to get him something when he misses you. He turns to the first page and there’s a picture of you smiling. Holding the uniform jacket that he’s wearing right now in front of your mostly naked body in one hand and pushing your hair up in the other. Holy shit. He turns the page. Another picture of you in a cute little white babydoll nightie laying back on a bed winking at the camera. Is he dead? Bradley is pretty sure he’s dead and gone to heaven. The next picture is a posed picture of you unlatching your bra. Yep. He’s dead. He has to be at least brain dead. There’s definitely no blood left in his brain. It all went south. The next picture you have the jacket on and your pushing your boobs up but tastefully not letting anything show directly. Thank god he’s been keeping this book close to himself so nobody can see. The next picture is just one of you laying on a bed in heels from behind so all he can see is your ass. This is the best present he’s ever gotten. The final page is an artsy black and white photo. Well it would be artsy if it wasn’t a picture of you arching your back off the bed biting your bottom lip and holding your breasts in your hands so your nipples are covered. Okay. Fuck not seeing each other before the wedding. He needs to fuck you. Now. Right now. Immediately. He shuts the book and starts towards the opening in the tent and your best friend puts out her hand.

“Hey there slow your roll, Brad Brad,” she says as she blocks his exit.

“I gotta go,” he says and takes another step.

“No can do,” she says shaking her head. “You have an hour until the wedding. She has first look with her dad soon and then you need to be in position ready to go. Guests are arriving. You cannot fuck her right now.”

“But the pictures!” Bradley says with a whine.

“Yeah I know. I was there. It was hot,” she says with a chuckle. “But still no. Go into the bathroom. Take care of that. Will it away. I don’t know. Just get your dick under control. It’s almost go time. You can fuck her later. I promise.”

He huffs and nods. Fine. He’ll fuck you later. He watches as your best friend heads back inside and he groans.

“What’s up, Roo?” Bob asks him coming yo to stand in front of him.

“I just got the best present in the world and I can’t properly thank my wife for it yet,” Bradley explains sighing.

“Well not long now before you’re married to her and can thank her as much as you want,” Bob says chuckling having a vague idea of what Bradley got. Phoenix may have bragged about her own wife’s pictures to Bob earlier this week.

“But I wanna do that nowwwww,” Bradley says whining.

“In front of her dad? That’s weird, Rooster,” Fanboy says laughing.

Bradley grumbles and crosses his arms then grabs his new book and puts it in his backpack for safe keeping. Nobody gets to see his wife like that but him.

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It was time for first look with your dad and oddly you’re more nervous for him to see you than Bradley. Maybe because Bradley will for sure have a fantastic reaction to you all dressed up.

When your dad turns around in the bar he instantly has tears in his eyes and he’s rushing over to hug you. You clearly had nothing to be worried about. Your eyes start to water as he kisses your cheek and tells you how beautiful you look. Your mom soon joins you both and it turns into a big group hug, both your parents telling you how proud of you they are and how happy they are to see you with Bradley. They say they couldn’t hav me chosen a better man to love you and you know it’s true. There’s nobody else in the world more perfect than Bradley. Clearly the universe knows what it’s doing with the whole soulmate thing.

You hear your sister call your name and you turn around wiping some tears from your eyes. You notice she’s holding a gift bag.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“Your husband to be got you a little something,” she says with a giggle and walks over and hands it to you.

You smile and open it pulling out a white bag. You turn it over and it’s a white loungefly backpack with a bow that has a tiny veil and two rings. That man really is perfect.

“Should I carry this instead of my bouquet?” You ask jokingly and your mom playfully smacks your arm.

“Absolutely not. That would be silly. Walk into the reception with it on obviously,” your mom says.

You laugh, “Great idea!”

Just then you hear your wedding planner call your name. You look up and she quickly explains that it’s time. You nod and look at your family who are all smiles.

“Okay let’s go get you married!” Your best friend says coming out of the back room with your other bridesmaids and you laugh.

AN: why are the pictures so specific? Because they definitely do not exist in real life but with an army jacket instead. Definitely not real.

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[percywinchester27]

The new Mrs. Winchester (5)

Word count: 3.2K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Chapter warnings: Mentions of death, kidnapping, human trafficking; PTSD, forced marriage, mention of suicidal ideation, fluff... kinda ;)

Series Summary: After spending over two years in captivity, and enduring assault, torture, and degradation of every kind, Y/N is finally sold off to the highest bidder. But when the deal is masked as a hushed marriage to a wealthy and powerful man, Y/N knows it means a few more nights of brutal torment ending in certain death. After all, why else would a man like him, want someone like her, except to fulfill desires so depraved that they would require owning a person. However, the Winchester mansion has mysteries of its own, woven in lies, betrayal, and death. Smack in the middle of it, she finds both hope and a home, in the person she least expected to find it with. But when it comes down to it, will she be able to save the thing that matters the most?

A/N: Some more interesting stuff ;) Thank you for all your love!

Beta: My darling, @deanssweetheart23​​​​ love ya!

The new Mrs. Winchester masterlist

You barely caught any sleep that night. Knowing that even the smallest creaks could be heard on the other side, had kept you from tossing and turning, frozen in place till your back and limbs started to ache. You didn’t want to give him more to go with than you already had. The other room remained silent. For the rest of the night hours, you floated in and out of consciousness, plagued with horrid dreams of roaming in the woods around the property, unable to find your way back to the house, while hungry eyes followed you everywhere, staring out of the forest.

You awoke to a still-dark room, stomach growling in protest at being kept empty since the afternoon of the day before. You should’ve eaten more than two bites at dinner.

Gingerly stepping onto the rug, you pulled on your old cardigan over the baggy pajamas and quietly made your way out into the corridor. The cold, dawn air stung your face. With the sun barely up, Abby wouldn’t bring your breakfast for another three hours. She might not even be up yet. Eyeing her closed door at the end of the corridor, you made your way downstairs, pulling the cardigan closer to keep away the morning chill. A glass of milk would suffice. Surely, there must be milk somewhere in the kitchen you had only once stepped into. Mentally chastising yourself for getting used to the hotel-style service when it came to food, you wandered through the ground floor in the vague direction of the kitchen.

When you did find it, you were come upon with the pleasant realisation of how old school it was. Another part of the house that hadn’t been renovated to fit modern standards. Huge stoves braced upon a solid stone counter, with pots and pans hanging from an overhead rack mesh. The double-door silver fridge, oven, and grill appeared to be the only ultra-modern equipment there. Martha stood humming to herself in front of the stove, back turned to you, as the smell of sizzling eggs hummed in the air. Your stomach made an embarrassingly loud noise; so much that Martha whirled around, eyes wide, hand at her chest.

“My goodness, Mrs. Winchester!” She smiled automatically, once the scare wore off. “What a pleasant thing to see you so early in the morning!”

“I… um… I was hungry.” You shuffled your toe from one side to another. “The eggs smell really good!”

Martha looked exactly how you’d expect a loving grandmother to be. Round and happy. And when she bestowed you with amused raised eyebrows, you felt happy, too.

“Why, I’ll fry you another batch of eggs right up,” she said. “Would you like them sunny side up?”

“Umm… just give me those!” You pointed at the once sizzling deliciously in the pan, as your stomach growled again. 

“These are for Master Sam and he doesn’t take salt in them.”

You jerked up. “He’s awake?”

“Why, he’s right there.”

You turned around and almost had a stroke. 

Sitting on the small round table on the other side of the kitchen was Sam, dressed in sweatpants and a full-sleeved t-shirt. He held a newspaper in one hand and seemed to have forgotten about the toast in his other, suspended halfway to his mouth. He appeared so natural in the setting that he almost melted in with the background. That must be why you hadn’t seen him at first, not that you had paid attention to anything once the smell of eggs had invaded your senses. 

His wide-eyed expression of surprise held you in your spot, unable to move, or speak.

Sam blinked a couple of times then cleared his throat and said. “It’s alright, Martha. Add the salt. You can fix my eggs afterward.” He hesitated, before adding. “Put some bacon on the pan as well.”

“Weren’t you giving up on it?”

His eyes flickered in your direction, “Maybe from tomorrow.”

Martha chuckled quietly. She must’ve seen you frozen in place because the next minute, her hands were on your arms, fussing, leading you to the table. “And why’re you still standing over there, ma’am? Sit, sit!” She plopped you down on the chair right in front of Sam.

The small, round table accommodated four chairs and Sam immediately straightened up to make space for you. 

Martha put a plate in front of you with two fried eggs, warm, buttered toast, and sausages. Not knowing what else to do, you picked up a fork, stabbed the sausage with it, and savagely shoved it in your mouth. Food, glorious food deserved all your attention. It helped to pretend that no one sat before you and you would have followed through with that strategy until a series of knocks made you stop.

You could see his knuckles tapping out the word

G-O-O-D  M-O-R-N-I-N-G

Swallowing loudly, you looked up. Sam had abandoned both the newspaper and the toast to regard you cautiously. If you didn’t know better, you would have assumed that he looked… nervous.

“Morning,” you whispered, uncertain.

“Isn’t it lovely to have you both here!” Martha clapped her hands, making you jump in your chair. It shook Sam out of whatever he’d been thinking. He got up from his chair. 

“Thanks for the breakfast, Martha. The coffee was great.”

Martha tutted. “It ain’t coffee, Master Sam, whatever it is that you drink.”

He chuckled. “You should try it sometime. Wakes you right up.”

“No, thank you. I’d much rather boil live puppies first.” At your gasp, she explained hurriedly. “It’s just a phrase, ma’am. Of course, I’m not even thinking about it.”

Sam chuckled some more at her embarrassment. “Don’t stay up for dinner, yeah? Just put it in the fridge. I know how to use the oven.”

“It’s unhealthy to reheat food!”

“So is staying up late,” he countered. “You have a good day, Martha.”

“You, too, Master Sam.”

He decidedly lowered his voice when he addressed you. “I hope you have a good day, as well.” Sam rushed out before you could so much as swallow the morsel in your mouth.

Had he just spoken to you? For real? Maybe you had imagined it. Sam didn’t speak to you.

Martha shoved the batch of crispy bacon on your plate. Sam hadn’t waited for the bacon, despite specifically requesting it. Martha cleared out the table, muttering about reduced portions and terrible coffee.

“What’s in that coffee?” You asked, curious.

She threw up her hands. “The hell do I know! A business associate got it from Bali. It’s supposed to have a mix of South-Asian spices and something healthy. I’m sure tar tastes better.”

You snickered at her pronounced distaste on the subject. 

“Master Sam will drink anything if you tell him it’s healthy.” She shook her head in faint disapproval. 

“He asked you to call him master?”

To your surprise, Martha laughed heartily. “Oh no no, ma’am. Quite the contrary. He’s been begging me for years to stop calling him that. But I’m an old nut, been seeing him since he was a baby and Master Dean in his knickers. Can’t stop now.”

You knew you shouldn’t… you knew very well that you shouldn’t manipulate the trust of this sweet lady, but no one else would talk, so you pressed. “How long have you been working here?”

“Oh, since before Master Sam was born. His mother was the most compassionate woman I ever knew and those boys take after her. Especially Master Dean.” Melancholy seeped into her voice at the name and she settled herself on the chair opposite to you. 

“You miss him,” you observed quietly.

To your horror, Martha’s eyes filled up. “He’d be all up in my business since he was a little boy. Always pestering me to bake him those pies. Smiling widely and teasing me for being an old lady. But he’d wait by the door every evening to help me down the stairs because he knew my knees were rotten.” She dabbed the corner of her eye with her apron. “And when it came to his brother, he would walk three miles into town to get bananas for those peanut butter and banana sandwiches. In the rain and in the sun.”

“Peanut butter and banana sandwiches?” 

She smiled through the tears, “Oh, master Sam used to love them as a kid.”

And he still kicked out his brother?

Martha clasped your hand, her veiny fingers shaking on yours. “I know what you’re thinking, ma’am,” she said, anger simmering just below the surface of her words. “I know what everyone says about him, but I know this, master Sam loved his brother. Loved him, I tell you…” She hiccuped. “No… he worshipped his brother… wanted to be just like him.”

She dropped her voice, whispering fretfully. “I was there when they brought in Miss Jo’s body. Master Dean had been beside himself with grief, and if it weren’t for Master Sam, he would have gone off and destroyed himself over it…”

Your mind was buzzing with too many questions. “But everyone says…”

“Everyone wasn’t there!” She snapped. “I don’t claim to know exactly what happened and the yelling was ugly, but it’s not what everyone says. Master Sam would never do that to his brother. And he hasn’t been the same since. Barely talks much. His laughter used to light up the house before, but I don’t see much of it anymore… and none of it outside this room.”

When you didn’t respond, she grasped your hand tighter in hers, prompting you to look into her old, vehement eyes. “You married a good man, ma’am. If you have to believe anything, believe this.”

*****

You wandered the halls all day by yourself, ducking into the corners to avoid company. It gave you the time to think things through, starting from the very start. Jack had been telling the truth after all about not ‘tailing’ you. Once you got the hang of the house; at least, the part you were allowed into, he’d stopped following you. So you walked on, struggling with the two warring images of Sam. The first one had presented itself from the get-go: an arrogant man who purchased a living, breathing person just for the pretence of a wife, to show off to people. A man who had kicked out his brother, and then managed to become the sole owner of an estate that ran into several million. Someone who barely uttered a word if it didn’t serve a purpose.

Then there was the image that you had seen and felt: A man who hadn’t touched a hair of your body when he could have done much, much worse to no consequence at all. You hadn’t heard him converse with the staff, but neither had he been rude to anyone. The way Martha and Jack, two of the oldest employees, talked about him with such confidence and then the biggest of all– how he had treated you since yesterday. The only word that sufficed? Careful.

Shaking your head to dispel the notion of the man being anything good, you lowered yourself onto the parapet of the corridor, the evening sky lighter at the sides and darker down below. Jack had been right. If you really sharpened your ears, you could hear the gurgling of the brook. Your legs carried you down the parapet and the corridor, out into the ground after that. And by the time you reached the pier over the brook, night had already shrouded the woods before you.

Dangling your feet over the edge just like earlier, you eased your hands behind you, supporting your weight on them. The brook gurgled, the trees rustled and the wind whistled so rhythmically that your loneliness itself melted into contentment. The questions pelting your brain stopped.

“Not trying to drown yourself today?”

You wanted to smile at the sound of his voice.

“If it ain’t the guy-in-the-woods,” you announced, not turning.

“Hey yourself, scary-lady.” He lowered himself next to you on the pier. “You look… chipper tonight.”

You shrugged. “A girl can’t always be thinking of blood, right?”

He laughed at that, carefree and you envied him, so, so much for being able to laugh the way summer felt.

“How did you find me? Please don’t tell me you’re tailing me.”

He put his hands up. “Oh, no. Total chance. I was fishing upstream. Good season for salmon.”

He smelled like fish a little bit, plus the end of his jeans and the sleeves of his jacket were soaked. And somehow, you just knew he was telling the truth.

“You catch any?”

He screwed up his face sheepishly. “One. But then it slipped right out of my hands and I got all wet trying to catch it again. I figured if it was brave enough to escape the mighty me, maybe it deserved to live.”

“So you suck at fishing.”

“No!” He protested, seriously offended. “I’m practically God-level. You just caught me on an off day.”

“Right.”

You observed him carefully, the fine lines at the corner of his eyes, the precise shade of his light brown hair and it all felt familiar. Not the way one feels after knowing a person for long, but in the sense that the features reminded you of another person, maybe a painting.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” you said, coming clean. “I actually came down here hoping to find you.”

“Me?” But he didn’t sound surprised.

“Yeah.” You kept your eyes focused on his hand, on the pulsing vein in the thin crease where his thumb met the index finger. “I didn’t set out to kill myself that day, you know? Just to run away; and not from a person. I wanted to run away from my own head… and I guess… the only way to do that is to… well… you know…”

He gazed into the distance, seeing things beyond the trees. “The only way to truly run away from yourself is to face yourself, isn’t it? But I’ve been there… I know that urge.”

“I guess… I just wanted to thank you for the other night. I… I haven’t felt like I could talk to anyone since… since a very long time.” Not since Carmen.

“Hey?” The softness to his voice prompted you to look into his eyes. “You ever feel like you wanna talk? Light a lamp on the corridor in front of your room and I’ll come find you here.”

Too relieved to care if you came across as desperate, you whispered, “really?”

“Yeah. I think it’s high enough that I can see it from all the way across the brook.”

“Is that where you live?”

He winked, “Wouldn’t you want to know, so you could send those wolves after me.”

Snickering, you shoved his arm. “I don’t even know your name.”

“I’ll tell you my name the day you tell Sam that you sneaked off to meet me.”

The smile slid completely off your face. “So he could tie me up in his basement?”

It was his turn to snicker. “I don’t think Sam’s that kinky, but who the hell can say?”

That. That right there was why this man you had met only once before felt like a friend already. He could joke about things like that without insulting or pitying you… treating you like an equal just like that first night.

And you snickered with him, at the absurdity of the conversation.

“We should come up with names for one another. You know, suitable for secret rendezvous,” he suggested.

“Thelma and Louise,” you deadpanned.

He looked unimpressed. “If this is your idea of a joke, it’s very morbid given the conversation we just had.”

“Admit it… it’s funny.”

“Alright,” he gave in with an eye roll. “A little. But I’m thinking more like Han Solo and Chewbacca.”

“Sounds good, Chewie.”

“You’re Chewie!” He protested. “I’m the good-looking badass. Hell, I have a ride as sweet as the millennium falcon.”

Who was this guy? You wished so bad that you knew, but with gun-wielding men protecting the property, you understood his necessity to stay anonymous. “Okay, Han! Have it your way.” 

The thought of gun-wielding security reminded you that you needed to get back to the room before they came looking. You got to your feet.

“Good luck fishing, Han.”

He jumped up as well. “You take care of yourself, Chewie.”

You left him standing there at the edge of the water, feeling lighter than you had felt in days, or months, or even years. When was the last time you’d had the privilege of walking by yourself, barefoot in the grass without having a man following you around? When was the last time you saw the sunset at the horizon knowing that the night wouldn’t bring any horrors? You had food when you wanted it, the right to wear whatever you wanted to. You had been so obsessed with hating Sam all these days that you hadn’t stopped to think about the kind of freedom he had allowed you. No, you didn’t want to be grateful to him, but how could you not be that when your day ended in silk sheets instead of stinky cots? 

Abby reprimanded you in her own way for disappearing like you had. You didn’t mind, letting her unload her worry with tuts and disapproving huffs while you stuffed down another one of Martha’s amazing dinners. 

The day had been one rollercoaster to another. Starting too early at breakfast with Sam and ending at the chat with Han. You couldn’t pinpoint it precisely, but when Han talked about Sam, there was a certainty in his words. Laying back on your pillow, you thought over everything you had learned today, wondering why any of it mattered to you. It made sense before, to gather as much information as possible about the man who owned you because your survival might have depended on it. But now? Why did it matter now when you knew very well that Sam didn’t want you dead, neither was the connecting door opening anytime soon. Why were you so curious about him to pounce on unsuspecting cooks and men wandering in the woods to understand the man?

Admonishing yourself, you turned off the bedside lamp and knocked on the frame behind you as a force of habit.

I-T-S  G-O-I-N-G  T-O  B-E  O-K-A-Y.  Y-O-U-L-L  B-E  F-I-N-E

G-O-O-D  N-I-G-H-T

Just as you closed your eyes, the knocks sounded on the other side:

N-O  P-R-I-N-C-E-S-S  T-O-D-A-Y?

Your heart made itself very known in the next second, each beat distinct.

Raising yourself on your elbow you glared at the wall over you. Hating him had been so much easier than this tangle of emotions you felt for him now. So, the taps that followed were loud.

N-O

A whole minute passed. Before you could jump to conclusions about having said the wrong thing to him, came another series of raps.

G-O-O-D  N-I-G-H-T.  H-O-P-E  Y-O-U  S-L-E-E-P  B-E-T-T-E-R  T-H-A-N  L-A-S-T  N-I-G-H-T

You wanted to hate him so bad. And you hated that you didn’t.

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[demona-andariel]

A Simple Act of Kindness - 16 / ??

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x OFC

Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in a stranger's home. Her fate to become another victim of the Hewitt family is all but sealed till a simple act of kindness changes her life forever.

Warning: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) dead dove, rape/Noncon, violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, cannibalism, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, angst

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 5,106

Chapter 16 - Actions Have...

Elizabeth sat on the examine table in nothing but a hospital gown as she waited for the doctor to enter the room.

The car ride to the doctor’s office had been a quiet but cold one. She didn't mind the silence. It gave her time to think and come up with a plan of what she wanted and needed to say. That and she still had no idea what to talk about with Hoyt. Not that he helped matter. He only said one thing before leaving them both in silence. Something about her being lucky he got the AC fixed.

He blasted the damned air conditioner at max power. Which was nice considering how hot Texas was. But, horrible for her because all she wore was her thin sundress.

So busy and in such a panic about telling Thomas about her IUD she didn’t think to change. Despite saying she was going to.

She was practically a Popsicle when he shut off the engine when they reached their destination. It was a good thing she kept her arms folded around her chest. Her nipples had perked up because of the cold, and she didn’t want to give Hoyt more of a “show”.

They hadn’t interacted much since the day Hoyt tried to rape her. Which was months ago. He had yet to apologize. Not that she expected him too. Out of everyone in the family, he still made her skin crawl. He was doing better about his looks toward her. But she still caught a lecherous glance from him now and again. Especially on the mornings when she and Thomas were exceptionally loud.

Wasn’t like she could help it that they lived in the same old house as the two uncles and Thomas’s mother. The walls weren’t exactly paper-thin, luckily. Still, she couldn’t ask Thomas to move out. Well, she could, but she had a feeling he wouldn’t even entertain the thought. There was no use in asking for something she knew she wouldn’t get. Which was pretty much almost anything.

She absentmindedly scratched the scars on her arm. A light knock caught her attention

“Hello, Miss-” An older gentleman in a doctor’s coat walked in. He was roughly Hoyt’s age. But, unlike Hoyt, he had a kind face to him.

“Summers,” she lied, saying the first name that came to mind. She wasn't sure why she didn't use her real last name. “For now at least.”

“Dr. Hawkins. I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he said, extending his hand out for her to shake. “You had a high temperature the last time I saw you.”

“Yes,” she said, nodding her head. “I remember. Thanks for making a house call. I’m sure you don’t do those often.”

He gave her a smile and a shrug. “Small town. And Luda Mae can be quite persuasive. She does make a killer meatloaf."

She gave him a tense smile. Did he know? Would the family even "waste" food like that? Give strangers their special meat? She would assume if he was on cannibal eating terms with them she would have seen him visit at least once over the past few months. 

No, she had to remind herself. He didn't know what the family really ate. He didn't know that when he first saw her she was a prisoner. The family lied to him and had her lie. Which meant he was clueless. 

"Now, from my understanding you were throwing up in the morning after eating breakfast. Does this happen often?”

“I’m not pregnant,” she said. She snapped her mouth shut with an audible clashing of her teeth. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she looked at the old man. She knew she looked guilty. 

“Alright,” he said. “Well, we should be getting the pregnancy test back soon and-”

“I have an IUD,” she interrupted. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and checked his chart.

“You didn’t mention that,” he said.

“I, uh.” She shifted with unease and ran her fingers through her long hair, letting out a dramatic sigh. “I had it put in before I started my relationship with my ex,” she said, adding to the lie the Hewitts had started. When the doctor had visited, the day she was extremely sick, they made it seem that she was hiding from an abusive ex. It was a lie meant to keep the doctor from insisting she go to the hospital. He bought it. And now, she was going to add to it.

She gulped and gave him a tense smile. She'd rehearse various things to say to the doctor and how she would say it. Being so blunt was not one of them. 

He assessed her. 

"Sorry," she said, feeling the blood rush up to her face. "I just… Didn’t want to get tied up with someone I didn’t plan on marrying, ya know? And I didn’t think it was Hoyt's business to know,” she added.

Her skin felt clammy, but she forced herself to appear calm. He nodded his head in understanding. 

"Alright. I can check to make sure it's still in place correctly. Have you-"

"I actually want it out," she interrupted yet again. 

Her fingers clenched the gown as her body stiffened from her request.

“Miss. Summers, if-”

“It’s going to be Mrs. Hewitt in a few months I think,” she interrupted yet again. “We haven’t decided on a date yet. Just, I want to start a family soon. So, might as well get it out since I’m here.”

She couldn’t let him finish his sentences. Couldn’t let him even question her decision. She had to go through with it before she lost her will.

The rest of her conversation with the doctor felt automatic as he asked her some more questions before she had to put her legs up on the stir-ups.

She'd given it some thought. Not a lot. The twenty minute car ride and added twenty minute wait for the doctor to see her was not nearly enough time to make a decision. But she had. She dealt with problems when they became a problem, not before. That’d always been her style. Getting an IUD was probably the only real thing she did to avoid a potential problem. But, she wasn’t ready for kids. Technically, still didn’t want them.

It was interesting, her own shift in reasoning. There was no denying the fact that Thomas’s first and primary goal was to get her pregnant as soon as possible. But, it seemed as if that was no longer as strong of a desire as the first days. He still wanted kids. Of that she was still sure of. But, he seemed more relax around her. Better about taking their time.

There had always been an annoyed angry look in his eyes whenever she’d clean up after sex. Sometimes, he’d show his clear frustrations, especially if she added, “No baby today, Thomas”. But, a couple weeks ago he changed.

He’d brought a flip calendar into the room, setting it on his nightstand. A small daily one.

Elizabeth let out a smile at the memory.

The routine had been the same. They both were laying there, catching their breath and Thomas had leaned over and rubbed her belly, giving her a hopeful happy look. She couldn’t help but let out a sigh and shake her head.

“No baby today, Thomas,” she had said. And the smart bastard turned, grabbed the calendar and flipped it to the next day and pointed at it.

Tomorrow? His clear question.

Tomorrow…

“Alright, Miss. Summers,” Dr. Hawkins said interrupting her thoughts. “I’ll have the nurse come in with your papers then you’re good to go home.”

“Thanks, doc,” Elizabeth said, giving him a smile.

Thomas could wait for tomorrow. Hell, she could probably have gotten away with those two years. But his family were starting to become a problem. The closer she and Thomas seemed to get, the further away she felt his family move from her. Luda Mae had gotten even colder, ever since the two of them came back with Elizabeth wearing an engagement ring.

She couldn’t figure out why. They were the reason she was there after all. Despite Thomas being a part of the family, she knew that he wasn’t the one to suggest she eat dinner with them that fateful night. That had to have been Luda Mae. She couldn’t see anyone else in the family suggesting that. Hoyt was probably excited for her to fuck up so he could fuck her too. Except, she didn’t. And Thomas got his unwilling bride.

Except, at some point she became willing. And she worked her ass off showing them just how trustworthy she could be. She hadn’t tried to escape once. She kept Thomas happy. Sure she was quiet but that was because the family talked around her and didn’t really include her. She was just trying not to push them to hard. She wanted his family to like her and accept her, oddly enough. Yes, Elizabeth wanted a family of cannibals to want her. It was fucked up. She knew that. Her own parents would have a conniption if they knew what family she decided to “tie herself down” with.

Ignoring the fact that the Hewitts were indeed cannibals, one of the most egregious of sins. There was more strikes against them. They weren’t successful. The gas station they owned was barely making ends meet. They were lucky that they were located where they were. A decently traveled road that got them the customers to keep them afloat.

They didn’t hold any social standings in town. They were almost pariahs, especially Thomas. It didn’t escape Elizabeth’s notice the way the town folk looked at her compared to the family. Shocked and amazed she was there. So different. So pretty. A woman of “higher class” some farmer had remarked, in an attempt to get her to “quit her job”.

And Thomas?

There was a reason why she talked more about her brother than her parents. Especially around Thomas. She didn’t want him to wonder, want him to ask to meet her parents. They would treat Thomas the way everyone else did, if not worse. Talk in front of him like the Hewitts did to her. Only, they’d insult him and admonish her. Not that she wanted their approval.

His genetic problems meant their children would have them as well. He was a fool if he thought that her genes could fully trump his. But, he probably hoped.

Elizabeth absentmindedly got back into the squad car. She wrapped her arms around her chest as Hoyt turned on the AC again, setting it at the highest power possible.

She would have to talk to Thomas about it. Make him understand that their children would not turn out like her. Half of her, half of him. Maybe they’d have a lucky one. One who somehow managed to get the “good genes” between them. But, in the end, she didn’t care what her kids looked like.

She glanced at Hoyt for a moment.

She didn’t care because Thomas’s family would still accept the children, no matter their looks, able-bodied or disabled. That was the thing. That was what she wanted and craved. She had that with her brother. He fully accepted her for the person she was, even though he didn’t quite approve of her methods when it came to getting revenge for him.

Their parents, on the other hand, did not. They held high standards for their children in every aspect of their lives. They were never quite good-enough. It was why they rejected their son. The standards had to be lowered for him and they weren’t willing to do that.

Elizabeth’s heart twisted slightly and she sent a silent “thank you” to her brother. The fire had changed their lives. Changed her. Made her into a better person and that saved her life. If it wasn’t for the fire and her brother, she had little doubt she’d be dead by now.

She glanced at Hoyt again. As much as he creeped her out, there was a part of her that wanted him to accept her as well. She was good enough for Thomas. And she wanted to be good-enough for his family too. So that they’d stop talking about her around her and start talking to her. So it wouldn’t feel that Thomas was the only person in her corner.

She gently stroked her belly. A baby never solved relationship problems. But, that was between the couple. She didn’t want to have a baby to please Thomas. She wanted one to seal her role in his life and with his family. She was there to stay. And she was tired of walking on eggshells around them.

Clearly, marrying Thomas was not going to get the message across. But, being the mother of his children would.

Elizabeth focused her attention on the moving terrain. Hopefully, they’d be happy now. If she wasn’t pregnant by the end of the month she’d be surprised.

Who would have thought? That one day she’d be doing all she could to gain the approval of a family of cannibals. Damn, she was fucked up. Her energy had gone from trying to survive and hopefully find an opportunity to escape, to trying to get them to like her.

An unusual tree caught her attention. She frowned and sat up straighter. She’d never seen it before. The car turned down a dirty road and headed into the forest.

“Where are we?” she asked. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She’d never been in this part of the countryside.

Hoyt didn’t say anything as turned down another hidden dirt road and stopped next to an old dilapidated barn.

“Hoyt?”

He turned off the engine and then grabbed the keys before stepping out of the vehicle. Her heart raced rapidly in her chest as she watched him walk around the car. He threw the door open before her brain could kick in and make her lock the door.

“What are you-” She let out a scream as he roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her out of the car. He threw her forward. She screamed again as she dropped onto her hands and knees. Sticks pressed into the palm of her hands from the ground.

“I told them. I told the two of them you were nothing but trouble.”

His fingers dug into her hair and he roughly pulled her head back.

“What did I do?” she screamed, grabbing his fingers to try and alleviate the strain on her hair.

“What’d you do?” he asked. He pulled her up and spun her, throwing her chest first against the car. The wind was knocked out of her lungs for a moment. She barely had a chance to recover before he pressed up against her.

“Oh, you know what you did.”

She struggled, desperately moving her hands and pushing her knees against the car. She had to get away. Run through the woods. Make it back home. Back to Thomas. He’d protect her.

Somehow, she slipped past Hoyt and started to run. She didn’t make much ground as he tackled her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her again. She didn’t have a chance to think. Cold steel wrapped around her wrists as he cuffed her hands behind her back. Flipping her onto her back, he straddled her. She cried out as her weight pressed against her hands and shoulders.

“Get off me, Hoyt!” she demanded the moment she could breath again. She wiggled her body, and pushed her hands against the ground.

“Care to tell me what this is?” he asked as he lifted up a plastic bag. Inside was the small IUD.

“I… you…”

The doctor had betrayed her. Or, the family tricked her. Tricked her into believing the doctor wasn’t one of them. Her throat dried up as she fought the urge to cry.

“I told that boy you were nothing but trouble. A liar. All you pretty ones are the same,” he said, shaking his head. He stuffed the plastic bag in his pocket.

“I got it taken out because I want kids now, Hoyt,” she said. Her voice quivered despite her best attempts to sound brave.

“Liar, liar, pants-” he paused and looked behind him. A lecherous smile crossed his face. “Well, you ain’t got no pants but they would be on fire if you did. Think we were born yesterday? Think we were fools? You got it taken out because you got caught.”

He unholstered his gun.

“I told Luda Mae didn’t make no sense how your belly wasn’t round yet with that boy’s child. The way you two have been going at it.” He shook his head and pressed the gun to her temple. “I should shoot you right now for lying to him. Made him think he was going to be a daddy. Smiled all sweet like, batting them eyelashes. But you’ve been making fun of him. Laughing at him behind his back.”

“No, Hoyt, I-”

He raised his hand in the air as if he was going to slap her, causing her to flinch.

“You know, I was beginning to believe you actually liked him. You’re good. But I know your kind. You don’t. You just trying to save your own skin. Understandable of course, but I hate liars. Liars gotta be taught a lesson.”

He set his gun to one side and reached down. Before she could stop him, he grabbed her breasts over her clothes and smiled. He was quick, pushing her top down with her bra so her tits popped out.

“Damn,” he said with a whistle. His old dry hands rolled her nipples.

“Don’t touch me!” she yelled as she struggled to move. Thomas, why didn’t you come with me? “Thomas will-”

“That boy will do nothing,” Hoyt interrupted with a laugh, making her freeze. He squeezed her breasts, then twisted her nipples hard, making her cry out.

“You think you got him wrapped around your little finger? Sure, he likes you. Likes ya a lot. But you’re a right bitch who needs to be taught a lesson.” He got off her and flipped her onto her stomach.

She struggled, desperate to escape the assault. Thomas would save her. He saved her last time. All she had to do was get to her feet and run home, somehow.

She heard the Hoyt’s belt buckle loosen, causing her to double her efforts and try to escape. She kicked at the ground, stirring up dust. Hoyt grabbed her handcuffed wrists, twisting slightly, shooting pain up her arm. There was no stopping the cry of pain.

“No!” she screamed the moment his warm hand rubbed her ass. He flipped her skirt up then quickly pulled down her underwear, before laying down on top of her.

“Hoyt, I’m Thomas’s! I love him. Don’t do this,” she begged.

Hoyt stopped moving. His body still lay over hers. He leaned in. She turned her head to look at him. His hot, stinky breath hit her face.

“Please, Hoyt. Don’t,” she begged.

“‘Hoyt, please don’t’,” he taunted. “You’ve been making him get his hopes up he’s gonna be a daddy only to have that babymaker of yours closed. Think of it this way. We do it here, Tommy doesn’t have to see your humiliation. But if you want, we can go home and you’ll remember your place in this family in front of Tommy. Hell, I’ll be sure to remind him exactly why you’re here. Have the whole family watch.”

His hand brushed her slit. She screamed and shook her head as she tried to escape again. She couldn’t let him. Exhaustion hit her faster than she expected. It hurt to breath, as he pressed her against the ground.

“Normally, I would try to get ya a little wet, but I know you’re gonna be a bitch about this.”

She felt him. Felt his hard cock behind her, making her eyes widen. If she could only- Except, whatever fight was in her disappeared as reality hit. She couldn’t stop him.

“Not you,” she said softly, shaking her head. “Please. I’m sorry. But, I can have kids now. I-”

“That’s true,” he said with a nod. His left hand squeezed her ass. “Still gotta teach you a lesson about lying to us.” His right hand wrapped around her mouth, muffling her scream. She felt hot tear stream down her face as he invaded her body.

“Shit.”

Her scream turned into a wail. Her heart ached in utter humiliation and horror that Hoyt had gotten the opportunity to rape her.

“Damn, you got a tight cunt,” he growled in her ear as he thrusted in her. “Surprised, to be honest. I’ve seen the cock on that boy. I expected you to be a bit loose. Was even thinking of fucking your ass. Glad I didn’t. I mean, still might later on. This is gonna be one short fuck, you’re squeezing me like ya a virgin.”

The rough ground rubbed against her skin as his body forced hers to move.

Her mind went blank for a moment, as she tried to pull herself back to that place. That same place she used to go to during her first days with the Hewitts. When Thomas raped her. Except…

His fingers dug into her hip in a bruising manner. “Hot damn, no wonder Tommy likes you,” Hoyt hollered. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

No. She panicked for a brief moment, before anger replaced her fear. She clenched her jaw and fists. I fucking dare you, she thought as she gave him a side-eyed glared. She had survived Thomas. She would survive Hoyt as well. Hoyt didn’t know it. The old man didn’t even realize it. But Thomas loved her. He had protected her. Couldn’t protect her now, but he wouldn’t let this slid.

“Oh, fuck,” Hoyt moaned as he stilled. With a happy sigh, he pulled out of her and stood up. She rolled over and sat up. Her eyes glared back at Hoyt. Her heart dropped as the older man slipped a condom off his cock. Their eyes met and he gave her a wink.

“I ain’t an idiot, girl,” he said with a lecherous smile. “That baby’s gotta be Tommy’s.”

She felt numb, for now. But eventually that numbness would be replaced by anger. Of that she was sure. He did it. He fucking raped her. Idiot. He didn’t see it. Didn’t see that in Thomas’s eyes she was more than just a babymaker. She didn’t need his cum in her pussy to get Thomas to believe her.

Hoyt leaned against the squad car as he watched her. Her hands were still cuffed behind her. Her breasts still pulled over her top. She tried to move to cover herself, but it was impossible.

Hoyt turned, opened the passenger side door and pulled something out of the glove compartment.

“Clean yourself up,” he demanded as he tossed her a small towel. It hit her in the face. Not that she could catch it with her arms cuffed behind her.

He chuckled as he crouched behind her and undid her cuffs. The moment she was free she covered her breasts back up and scurried to her feet and away from him.

She glared at him. “You planned this,” she muttered. Her hands automatically wrapped around her body to hug herself.

Hoyt stalked over to her, making her walk back till she tripped and fell hard on her ass. He quickly crouched and roughly grabbed her face, making her look at him.

“We’ve all been a bit too nice to ya. You don’t deserve it. You ain’t family. As I said, you’ve been lying to poor Tommy this whole time. I told the boy you weren’t to be trusted. But love does that to a man. Makes him blind. And Tommy, well…” He let out a sigh and tapped his head. “He ain’t completely there. That’s why he’s got family on his side. We look out for him.”

She glared at him. What Hoyt didn’t realize was that she had Tommy on her side as well. They had developed a bond. She cared about him as much as he cared about her. This single event was going to bring Thomas closer to her and further from them.

“You’re planning on telling him, aren’t ya?” Hoyt asked. Somehow, he’d read her thoughts.

He let out a chuckle. “Go ahead. Tell him. I’ll let him know how you came on to me. How when I found out about you keeping your babymaker closed for business you seduced me. How you said he wouldn’t know as long as I wore a condom. ‘I didn’t want to, Tommy. But you know your old uncle. Can’t resist a pretty lady who flashes her wet cunt at me.’”

She shook her head. He won’t believe you.

Hoyt stood up and lit a cigarette while he laughed, nodding his head. “Really think he’ll believe you over me? Me? His uncle who has loved and cared for him his whole life? Who made sacrifices? Or the bitch who was supposed to be supper. The harlot who pretended she could have babies. Getting his hopes up, but then seducing his uncle the first moment she got to be alone with him.”

Elizabeth rose to her feet and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. Thomas would believe her. He proposed to her. He loved her.

Hoyt’s hand shot out, grabbing hers. She let out a little cry of surprise and pain as he twisted her fingers to see the engagement ring. “You thought you had him all wrapped around your finger, didn’t ya?”

She somehow managed to pull her hand away from his grasp. He shook his head.

“You ain’t gonna tell the boy a goddamn thing, Lizzy dear,” Hoyt said. He took a deep drag. His eyes glistened with glee. “Think he’ll understand why you’ve been lying to him this whole time? You and me both know you gotta keep him happy if you want to keep on living.”

Her body shook as she tried to control her emotions. Her own thoughts. Thomas loved her… didn’t he? He’d get upset at her lie, but, she’d make him understand. Somehow.

Hoyt let out another laugh. “You still don’t get it, do you?” He snatched her hair and pulled her to him. His foul breath smelled of cigarettes as he looked down at her. She cried out and grabbed his wrist to try and stop the pain.

“He’s loyal to family as one should be. What do you think he’ll do to me? Nothing, girl. What’s that saying? Blood’s thicker than water? Well,” he paused and glanced down at her stomach for a moment. “You ain’t blood. And you never will be.”

Numbness coursed through her body. He must have realized that his words had the effect he intended. His fingers let her hair go, allowing her to drop onto the ground again.

Not family. Not blood.

He dropped the cigarette onto the ground and stamped it out before wiping his hands on his pants.

“Best get yourself all cleaned up and ready to go back before I find myself needing some cunt again,” he said with a laugh. “Or maybe I’ll try your ass.”

Elizabeth stared at the treeline. Blood is thicker than water.

Blood.

Something broke in her brain as her world shattered around her.

She was fooling herself. Had been for a long time. Hoyt was right. Thomas wouldn’t stand up for her. He wouldn’t punish his uncle for raping her no matter how much he liked her. Maybe he’d even condone it. She had lied by omission.

And Thomas was loyal to family. She may not have asked him to come with her, but there was no way he didn’t see the panic in her eyes. Her silent begging. But, he’d gone with his mother. Any time any of his family called for his help he left her to help them. He would always leave her for them.

Her shoulders sagged as she felt a weight press heavily on them.

The first few days living with the Hewitts had been numb and distant. Her own way to cope and figure out how to deal with her situation, let her mind slowly figure out her new place in life. But she learned. She overcame. She adapted. She knew things could be better. Not ideal, but better. And things did get better. She was safe and happy. Well, as happy as one could be considering the situation she was in.

Not family.

Her heart ached. The worst part was, she wanted to be a part of his goddamn, fucked up family. Wanted to be accepted by rapists and cannibals who saw her as nothing but walking meat that happens to be able to produce babies.

Her eyes focused on the “engagement” ring Thomas had given her. Lies.

She looked up at Hoyt for a moment. He had his back turned to her.

She was never going to be family. Even if she got pregnant and had a child or two or a horde. She would forever not be family. What was the point? After all she did, all she tried to do? She didn’t try to run away, even though she had opportunities to. She could have gone with that “Handsome Joe” or whatever his name was. Or even the doctor… No, not the doctor. Clearly he was on the Hewitts’s side. Didn’t matter. The point was, she had great chances and could have taken them, but she didn’t. She could have gone down to the basement at any point and just ended her life. But she didn’t. She kept pressing on. She kept trying to live. For what? To live the roller coaster of a life that she was in. She wasn’t safe. She’d never be safe from being used and abused.

Her body pulsed as she stared at the ground. She had no one.

The thought made her feel small and alone, but it was true. She had no one to rely on but herself. But what could one woman do against a family of cannibals out in the middle of nowhere Texas?

Elizabeth stood up, her body ached with her movements, but that didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did. She wasn’t exactly sure how she did it, but her emotions slowly faded away. She didn’t need them anymore.

She looked at Hoyt. He didn’t look back at her, whistling as he stared into the forest as if it was just a casual day.

A means to an end. She was a god damn fool, trying to live some sort of fucked up fantasy. To really think she could make a decent life for herself? Find some sort of good out of the horrible situation she was put in.

She quietly slipped off the ring Thomas had given her, letting it drop to the ground. It landed with a soft thud.

Lies. Fantasies. She was giving herself false hope. And she really shouldn’t have tried. She should have stayed in her own little world. Even if that meant Thomas getting mad at her and killing her early. She was done trying. She was done with hope. If life taught her anything it was that all she got was pain and suffering.

Hoyt was right. She'd never be family.

Chapter 17 - Broken

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