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dudeitiskarev · 1 year

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SAD BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC — FULL FIC (18+)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Summary: Eddie made it out the upside down with a few cool scars and he’s been hiding since. In the middle of one of his many daily beak downs, he goes out for a walk and halfway through, he comes across someone who’s been hiding, too: You.

Tags/content/warnings: canon-typical violence; t Eddie’s POV; Season 4 spoilers; Eddie lives! touch starved and needy Eddie; murder; Eddie’s mom (mentioned); dreams and nightmares; smut: oral sex (fem receiving), coming untouched, P in V protected sex, shower sex, virgin Eddie. Happy ending. Not beta read.

Word count: 11.6k.

Author’s note: for those who like long reads, here’s the full story. It's originally split into four parts because I think it reads best in four different acts, but maybe that’s just me and my short attention span 😊 If you’re like me, you can read the four different parts here or on AO3. Anyways, I’d love to know what you think! happy reading mwahh

These days at the old cabin have been suffocating.

The empty beer bottles scattered on the floor stopped being good company a long time ago, and his self-grown marijuana wasn’t enough comfort for him anymore.

Edward Munson was a dead criminal. Except that he wasn’t, and it was all getting dangerously lonely and too damn hot.

“Shit.” Eddie wiped the mist of sweat above his lip and rolled up his sleeves.

The summer heat was consuming his patience and the clothes stuck to his skin have always put him in a cranky mood — yet he refused to take off some layers. No matter how many degrees there were, his shirt and thick ripped jeans stayed.

Unless it was to go swimming in the lake, which may have happened… three times in his life? And that was all he’s been thinking about.

It wouldn’t hurt going out for a few minutes for a quick swim, right?

He peeked out the open window, searching for the lake, and got blinded by the sun in the process.

“God fucking dammit!” He harshly rubbed his eyes as he squatted against the wall.

It was a daily thing being so close to losing his mind, and he always managed to gather himself in one way or another – most being getting high with a joint.

Today, though, he really needed to breathe more than just the musty air of the cabin; let the wind brush against his face, and talk to any living being that wasn’t his damn self or to a walkie that barely caught radio frequency.

Dustin.

Eddie army crawled with his tongue sticking out and reached for the walkie.

“Hey, Dustin. This is Eddie.” Whether Dustin was on the other line or not, he always talked to him. “I think I’m going out into the world, man. I’m going a little bit insane here.”

And as expected, there was no answer.

No one to talk him out of it.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Eddie stood up and threw his head back in deep thought.

It’d been three weeks since he made it out the upside down. The bat bites were still healing and he kind of liked how they looked next to his tattoos, but he still had nightmares about the whole thing. He was alive after all, and he was grateful.

Most of the time.

On days like these, not so much. Not when he got haunted by the intrusive thought of this being worse than an actual prison.

He paced in front of the door a few times, biting his nails and snapping the other hand in and out from the knob.

No.

Yes.

No!

Yes!

“Fuck it.” He twisted the doorknob and the fresh air bathed his skin as soon as he opened it. His eyes closed on their own as he took the deepest breath and stood there on the threshold for a moment. “God, this is nice.”

The whispers of the soft breeze called his name and drew him out of the cabin. He gently put one foot in front of the other, just like a newborn deer learning how to walk would, and soon, there was nothing but trees surrounding him.

It felt weird. The farthest he’d gotten from the cabin was when he went to pick some raspberries from the bush that lived just a few feet next to him. Even doing that felt like he was risking being caught, so this had his heart banging hard against his chest.

“You’re gonna be just fine,” he said to himself between clenched teeth.

He kept on crushing leaves with his sneakers with all his five senses activated. Maybe a sixth one, too.

He was being watched from somewhere.

His neck almost snapped from how fast he looked in every direction. There was a bright-eyed bird above him with a thin branch on his beak, paying special attention to him.

“Fucking bird.” Eddie gave the bird a death stare and then kept on walking.

More branches cracked and snapped. Close, closer and closer.

Crack.

Probably another animal. Yeah, it was definitely that.

Snap.

Maybe it was a taller creature this time.

“Hey.” A sweet voice came from behind him.

This was a bad idea.

His heart dropped to his stomach. He closed his eyes as a prayer and slowly turned around, accepting his fate of being caught at last.

Although, nothing about you told him it was his last day as a free man.

“Hey.” His voice came out almost as a relieved sigh.

“I think I killed someone.” You stared at your blood-stained hands, then looked up at him with a confused frown and glassy eyes. “I– I’m pretty sure I killed someone?”

Bad, oh-so-stupid idea.

There was blood splashed on your shirt, neck, and face, too. It seemed dry, and even though you were a complete stranger, you looked like you’d been awake for days.

“You okay?” He took a couple of steps closer to you. He wasn’t scared. If anything, being this close to another human being after all this time made him feel more alive than ever.

Plus, you didn’t look like someone capable of even killing a fly.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you huffed out a small laugh. “I think I’m-” Your words faded as your eyes rolled back and your body thudded to the floor.

“Not okay,” Eddie muttered.

He rushed next to you and looked around before looking back at you.

The blood was definitely not yours, so there was someone else out there besides you two and the fucking bird. Which wasn’t good. At all. His heart was pounding in his ears and the panic started to crawl his skin.

And under panic, he always functioned with a single brain cell.

He placed two fingers under your jaw to check for a pulse. The faintest beat brushed his fingertips, and the next thing he knew, you were lying on his couch.

He’d carried you all the way there.

“Oh, this is so stupid.” He rubbed the back of his neck and stared at you in regret. “So, so stupid.”

There was no way this was happening. He was just supposed to go out for some air but of course, he couldn’t have that without a bit of a twist.

“Eddie, do you copy?” The voice of his favorite kid lit up his day.

“Dustin!” he said between a laugh on his way to pick up the walkie. “Hey, hi, hello!”

“Holy shit, Eddie, you scared the shit out of us.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie sighed in annoyance. “Um, I’ve talked to you nonstop for the past week, and you copy just when I go out to breathe some air.”

“You what?!” Dustin almost blew up Eddie’s ear.

“It’s not a big deal, man. I was out for maybe ten minutes. And managed to foster someone.” He glanced at you. “Somehow…”

“You think? What do you mean you think.” Steve spoke this time. Eddie could perfectly picture him standing with both hands on his hips.

“Like a puppy?” Robin chimed in.

“Yeah… a very cute puppy.” Eddie lowered his voice. Your chest was rising and falling unconscious – most likely – but he still kept a soft voice just in case and continued, “so I’m gonna need a food delivery sooner than we expected. And the double.”

“Well, have you named her yet?” A feminine voice he hadn’t heard in a while asked.

“Mayfield? Was that Max?!” He smiled.

“Yeah. It’s me,” she confirmed.

The last thing he heard about her was that she was still in the hospital.

“It’s good to hear you, kid.” Eddie paused for a second to cherish the moment. It was healing to know that everyone was okay after everything that happened. “And she doesn’t have a name,” he kept going. “Don’t want to get attached. I’m just keeping her here safe just for now while she gathers more strength and is ready to leave.”

The latter was the truest of all. You seemed weak, and if you gave him the chance to help you with whatever you were struggling with, he would.

“Okay. We just wanted to check on you.” Dustin took the walkie back. “And don’t go out again, you hear me. It’s dangerous out there.”

“‘Kay,” Eddie said with a grin.

“Be safe. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye.” He lowered the antenna and glanced at you again.

Who the hell were you? Had you actually killed someone as you said you did? And what were you doing in the woods, anyway?

He had so many questions and he was… excited to have a guest over. Against your will, but a guest nonetheless.

He made it next to you with light steps, hesitating whether to wake you up or not.

“Hey,” he whispered and all you did was make a little noise and shift to your side, curling up on the couch as if it were the most comfortable bed.

Very cute puppy, indeed.

“Psst,” he tried again.

Nothing.

He pretended to cough, paced around, made sudden noises, and cleared his throat loudly. One after the other in the attempt to wake you up, but the only response he got from you was soft snores.

“Okay.” He sighed defeated. “I’ll let you rest, then.”

Every time he shut his eyes, red flickering shadows chased him.

It was always the same recurring dream that took him back to that night. He’d get paralyzed by it and struggle to wake up as if he was being pinned by his wrists, ankles, and neck to the couch.

Most nights, he refused to fall asleep to dodge the nightmare and would wait until the first-morning bursts of sunshine hit the cabin to finally let himself rest.

Eddie had become afraid of the dark at the age of 20, and the sleep deprivation it led him to was no joke.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep.” He slapped his own face.

You were still curled up on the couch, and he’d been fighting the urge to fall asleep since he sat by your feet to guard you in case you woke up. And despite the heat, his consciousness began to fade with each slow blink.

His jaw unclenched, his frown softened, his muscles relaxed, and after three blinks, he was nothing but a free cloud floating in a clear blue sky.

He’d fallen asleep, and there were no red shadows chasing after him.

It’d been so long since he last slept this good with no drugs in his bloodstream and it felt so damn good he could cry. The last time was when he was still a kid; when his head was resting over his mom’s chest and the last thing he heard was her sweet singing voice instead of her heart-wrenching crying caused by his father.

He missed her, and part of him wished he’d actually died that night so he could hear her voice again…

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money, but, boy, if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live

The couch under him started to feel like a couch and his body lightly shivered to the familiar melody coming from… somewhere.

If I was a sculptor, heh, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show

I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do

My gift is my song, and this one's for you

His eyes fluttered open. It wasn’t as dark as most nights, the music came from the rusty radio he hadn't been able to fix, and the weight of your feet over his thighs had disappeared. His eyes adjusted to the dark the more he searched for you, but you were nowhere in sight.

Shit.

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

He stood up and followed the music with lazy steps while still half-asleep.

The cabin was the size of a box of matches, so it didn’t take him long to find you. There you were by the kitchenette, standing on your tip-toes and reaching for a candle stick with the very tip of your fingers while humming the ever-so-familiar song.

Everything about it felt like he was in a dream, and couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He just approached you and did you the favor, reaching for the candlestick and placing it over the counter.

You jumped and let out a barely audible gasp. “Oh, thanks.”

The kitchen was already lit up with a few candles, and it somehow felt like home.

Or was it you?

“I didn’t know there were candles,” he managed to say after a moment.

You cracked your fingers and took a step back, avoiding eye contact. “Sorry I rifled through your things.”

He didn’t mind at all.

“You fixed the radio, too.” Eddie gestured at you with a soft grin and only then he noticed the devil on your shirt. You'd changed your blood-stained shirt to one of his many hellfire club shirts.

“Yeah,” you breathed out a small laugh, glancing at the radio. It was already playing another song by Elton John — mom’s favorite. “I had some time I guess.” You shrugged.

You took your attention off him, used a tiny flame of a candle to light up another, and let some wax drip to the base, placing it on the stick.

“How long was I asleep?” He followed every movement you made.

“Fourteen hours. Since I woke up, so, probably more.”

“Fou— what?!”

You flinched at his sudden high-pitched tone. “Mhm.”

It couldn’t be.

He glanced at his watch — a dear gift from Dustin. It was 2:47 AM. From what day, though?

“Are you sure they were fourteen hours, and not—” Eddie held one hand up. “—Minutes?”

You nodded again.

“Shit.” He looked around in disbelief. “Well.” What kind of host would he be if he didn’t ask, “have you eaten?”

You pressed your lips together while nodding, but your stomach rumbled — loud enough for him to hear — telling him the complete opposite.

“That was a big no.” He raised his brows and crouched down beside you to open a lower cabinet. “I don’t have much but, there are peanuts, um, some old banana chips, some… whatever the fuck this is.” He put the bags on display over the counter for you and stood back up.

“I already ate one of those.” You pointed at the peanuts.

“Oh.” Eddie stayed quiet for a second. “I bet you didn’t go through this one.” He walked to the other side of the kitchenette and stuck his tongue out as he stretched up to open the vent just below the ceiling.

That was his secret cabinet with his last meal: Pizza flavored chips and a can of 7 Up.

“Why do you hide it if you live here alone?” You gave him a confused lopsided smile.

“Um, to stop myself from eating it, basically.” He grinned and walked up to you with one snack in each hand.

“But you still know where it’s been this whole time.”

“Yeah but if I don’t see it, I forget it exists.”

He handed you the chips and opened the can of soda. That refreshing pssst made his mouth water. He brought it up to his lips and let out a satisfied ahh after the first sip, and naturally, he burped.

“Excuse my manners,” he said with a tight voice then burped again.

You smiled at him and barely put a chip on your mouth. “Thanks. For sharing your super secret snacks with me.”

It just felt right to share it, so he didn’t say anything and just handed you the soda.

“Is this place yours?” You leaned on the kitchenette.

“Kind of.” He mirrored you. “Been living here for the past month or so?”

“Doesn’t seem like anyone has lived here for a while.”

“I’m trying to keep it that way.”

“Why?”

He stayed quiet for a moment. He hadn’t forgotten how you basically introduced yourself as a murderer, so he probably shouldn’t give away too much information about himself.

“Uh, no particular reason.”

You just pursed your lips and let the topic go.

“This is such a cool shirt, by the way.” You stretched it out by the hem. “I’ve never heard of this band.”

“It’s not a band.” His serious tone matched his sudden frown. You’d stained his shirt with chip powder.

You lifted your eyes from the shirt and trained your eyes on a candle flame. Your mind had gone somewhere.

“You okay?” He asked.

You barely even blinked as you answered, “I’ve been trying to remember why you look so familiar.”

“Well, I am in a band so you’re probably–”

“You’ve been on the news.” You looked up at him and gulped.

Shit. Of course, he has.

“I… have?” Eddie anxiously ate a handful of chips.

“They've been saying ugly things about you.”

Shit shit shit.

“Wha- what have they said?” He hardly chewed.

“That you’ve been killing people? And that you’re dead. So they’r— wait. Is that… is that why you brought me here?” You kind of laughed.

It was a nervous laugh.

“What?! No, no, no!” He held his palms in the air in self-defense. “The news lies all the time, you should know this.”

You didn’t seem so convinced.

“I-” Eddie huffed out an annoyed sigh. “If I was a killer I would've killed you already, don’t you think?”

You sipped on the soda. “I guess.”

“They’re lying.” He let his guard down again. “I promise. I may be a freak but I’m no killer.”

“Is that why you’ve been hiding here?” You looked around.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you have a family? Friends?”

“I do.”

“Do they know you’re alive?”

“Most of them.”

His uncle Wayne was the only family he had left, and the only one of his people that couldn’t know. It still hurt knowing Wayne thought he’d died so tragically.

“Don’t you miss them?”

“I do.” Eddie sighed. “But there’s not much I can do. I’m still a murderer in Hawkins's eyes.” He paced in front of you with his arms folded over his chest.

“Does it ever get… lonely?” Your eyes turned gloomy all of a sudden.

“You have no idea.” He chuckled. The fact that he willingly brought in a stray told him how lonely he truly was. “Anyways.” Eddie dusted off his fingers on his shirt. “You should keep sleeping. You still seem tired.”

“What about you?” You tilted your head.

“I, uh, I don’t sleep much.”

“Yeah, right.” You raised your brows.

Eddie smirked. “I still don’t believe I slept fourteen hours.”

“Why would I lie?”

“I dunno. What if you’re actually the killer you said you were?” He challenged you in a teasing tone. There was no way you killed anybody. “Maybe you want to kill me.”

“Not gonna lie—” you smiled “—this shirt would look really good with your blood.”

Since you… moved in, you’ve been sleeping in the open. Eddie shared his couch for the first night — he’d offered to sleep sitting down so you took most of it — but the neck pain both of you woke up with, made the decision.

You made a hammock out of two blankets Eddie so kindly gave you and hung it between two trees, making the woods your bedroom.

It was fun. Until the leaves started changing colors and loosened from the trees with the faintest of breezes.

“There is no way you’re sleeping out there anymore.” Eddie looked out the window.

You coughed a bit and said a congested, “It’s fine,” while blowing your nose. “I like sleeping in the open.” You approached him and looked out the window too. “I like falling asleep while counting the stars.”

“There won’t be any stars tonight.” The sky was getting covered by a big wave of gray clouds. “The fall is just around the corner. I’m pretty sure there’s a storm coming.”

“Okay, weatherman.” You nudged his arm. “Gonna go for my daily walk anyways.” You put your jacket on and shouted, “Say hi to Steve for me if they call!” before slamming the door shut.

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie clenched his jaw.

By they, you meant all of his friends. Eddie couldn’t hide you from them for long and you met them eventually. You’d met Steve and Dustin first when they brought Eddie his monthly food delivery, and though Eddie hadn’t mentioned it to you, he could tell you had an instant connection with Steve. Dustin too, but who didn’t?

“How old is Steve?” Was the first thing you’d asked as soon as they left.

Your tone made his blood boil, for some reason, so all he answered was, “No idea.”

The truth was that he didn’t want to share you with someone who had no idea what being a fugitive of justice was. You were his friend, and basically knew every silly habit you had by now.

Like how long your walks were.

It was normal for him to do nothing but wait for you to get home. If he was sitting down, his leg would bounce on its own. If he paced around the house — like he usually did — he’d bite his nails every so often until you made it back.

But this time, when the sun started to go down and the first drops of rain hit the roof and you still hadn’t made it back, his chest tightened.

“C’mon, what’s taking you so long.” He stared at the door.

The hands of the clock seemed to have lost control and forty minutes went by at the speed of four seconds.

What if something happened to you?

“Nope. I’m not going out.” Eddie kept pacing around, fighting his thoughts. “Never, ever again.”

Still, he found himself out in the cold night with the heavy rain cascading over his face.

“Shit.” He brushed the front pieces of his hair back.

He didn’t know it could rain this much at this time of the year – or maybe it was just the universe telling him to go back while he still could. But you were still out there, and the least he could do for you — for basically coming into his life at the perfect time — was to be loyal and get you back home safely.

A flash of lightning blinded him for half a second and the thunder it followed roared loud. He flinched a bit and looked around watching his back, as he was already so used to.

Another lightning flashed long enough to let him get a glimpse of you hurrying fast towards him in the distance.

What the hell?

You couldn’t stop your steps on time and bumped into him with all your strength. “They’ve been watching us!” You placed your hands over his chest and looked behind.

“Who?” He turned your face to him by cupping it tightly and scanned your features. But you didn’t speak. Your eyes were glassy, your brows were pinched together and your chin was shaking – either from the cold or the terror. “Hey, hey. Who are they?”

“The— the police!” you finally said. “We have to run, Eddie, I don’t want them to find us.” You shook your head over and over. “I don’t want them to tear us apart I–”

Strange voices came closer, making you both look in every direction.

“That’s them.” You clutched his arm. Tight.

It was hard to tell where they were coming from, but Eddie had to protect you no matter what. And he knew just the right spot to disappear.

“Come on.” He grabbed your hand.

You didn’t question him and followed his lead while never letting go of his hand.

Eddie’s sense of direction has always been good, so it didn’t take him long to find his hollow tree. “Get in there,” he ordered in a loud whisper.

“What?” you shuddered. “No! What about you?”

“We’ll have to squeeze in.” There was no other choice and you weren’t reacting. “Come on! We don’t have much time.”

“You go first.”

“It’s not exactly the time to argue right now.”

“I’m not arguing! You’re bigger. It’s better if I squeeze in.”

Eddie thought about it for half a second and said, “You’re right.”

The tree could fit him in perfectly. He’d hidden there before, so this time he pressed himself against the walls the best he could so there would be enough room for you, too.

“Come on, now.” He gestured for you to get in.

You put one foot in first — too slow for him. He pulled you in by your wrist and placed his other hand on your lower back, pulling you even closer. You were chest to chest, nose to nose.

“This is awkward.” Your agitated breath fanned his lips. There was a faint smile taking over your pretty lips.

“You’re making it awkward.” He matched your tone and dragged his palm to your upper back.

You’ve never been this close to each other before and it… confused him in a way that brought an odd tingle everywhere.

You stared down at his lips, licked your own, and opened your mouth as if you were going to say something, but the voices had gotten closer. You gasped with panic, and Eddie placed his palm over your mouth before a sob could even dare to come out of your mouth. He stared into your eyes and made a silence gesture with his finger.

“shh.” He raised his brows at you. As a threat, almost.

His heart was racing. From the danger being a few steps away, but mostly because of your nearness.

“There’s a cabin not far,” a man said. They were somewhere near the tree, a thing that brought you even closer to Eddie’s chest searching for shelter. “They have to be there.”

“How the hell do the two most wanted people of Hawkins get together.” Another manly voice joined.

“They probably knew each other already.”

It was just two different voices that kept bouncing stupid ideas about you two. They began to fade in the distance, and when there were only crickets singing, Eddie uncovered your mouth.

“We gotta run,” he murmured. “Or else, they’ll hunt us.”

Tears started to prick at your eyes while you nodded, and all Eddie could think was how pretty you looked when you cried.

Eddie had been behind the wheel for what seemed to have been hours and he had no intention of stopping. The farthest, the better chance of surviving, he kept telling himself.

The car was stolen, of course, and thankfully had enough gas to leave the cops behind.

He glanced at you on the passenger seat and half-smiled. You were curled up facing him, sleeping with a soft frown and slightly pursed lips.

“Stop staring,” you muttered with your eyes still closed.

Not sleeping.

“We’re running out of, um, gas.” He played it cool and focused back on the road. “We’ll have to dump the car somewhere and walk the rest.”

“The rest?” You adjusted on your seat and lazily fluttered your eyes open, coughing a few times before adding, “where’s that?”

You’d gotten sicker; his main reason to find a shelter.

“I have no idea.” He just hoped it was close.

Eddie had been looking for an abandoned house of some sort since he started the car, but every single one of them had at least their porch light on.

Which meant people.

You cracked your fingers — something you did when you were feeling uneasy — and let out a shaky sigh. Eddie would’ve normally asked, but this time he placed his hand over your thigh in an attempt to calm you down; to tell you everything was going to be alright, as long as you stayed together.

Your body stiffened at his touch which made him want to snap it away, but you placed your hand over his and tightened your grip.

No other word was spoken — not even when you two dumped the car and wandered in no direction. You’d agreed to stay quiet with just a glance and kept walking, bumping shoulders to make sure the other was still there.

You knew each other’s instincts by heart at this point, and with the help of the moon that lit up your path, you two eventually came across a house.

Another shared glance and an in-sync nod.

This house was the one. It seemed to be just as lonely as the old cabin.

You reached the front door like walking on eggshells, terrified of what might be on the other side.

“You think we can make this our new home?” You asked in a whisper as he picked the lock with his pocket knife.

He’d missed your voice.

“Uh-huh.” Eddie nodded. “Until the owners decide to come here on vacation.”

The door opened smoothly — he’s had enough practice — and gestured for you to go in first. “My lady.”

“Such a gentleman,” you played along.

Eddie took one last look outside making sure the coast was clear and closed the door. “We’ll have to keep the lights off.” He opened the blinds and let the moonlight in.

“That’s enough for me.” You smiled.

You explored the house in your separate ways to optimize the time. There still was the possibility of the house not being actually empty, so Eddie handed you his knife just in case.

Every room he entered — which were too many — had a different personality. The last one looked a lot like his own back in his trailer — but richer. There even was an electric guitar hanging on the wall. He was drawn to it and swept his fingers over the strings. The nostalgia hit him hard. He missed his guitar and being creative, and it’d been too long since he last played.

He picked it up like it was his own and sat on the edge of the bed. Eddie always carried a guitar pick in his back pocket and reached for it without a doubt. Random cords took over his fingertips and all he could think about the more the melody took shape, was you.

“What song is that?” Your voice came soft.

Eddie stopped all the way and lifted his head, finding you standing by the door with bright eyes.

His stomach fluttered.

“Uh,” Eddie chuckled. “Doesn’t have a name.”

Just like you.

“I want to hear more.” You approached him and sat next to him.

“Oh, it sounds like shit.” He mocked himself. “I haven’t played in a while.”

“The house is empty. You can sound as shitty as you want.” You nudged his arm

“Maybe another time.” He stood up and put the guitar where it belonged. “Don’t want to embarrass myself just yet.”

Your mouth twisted in a pout. “Promise?”

“I promise.” Eddie sat back next to you, closer.

“Now what?”

“I dunno.”

“I’m scared to even breathe.” You looked at him.

There were your glassy eyes again and he couldn’t hold the urge to bring you into a hug.

“Let’s get through this night.” He held you tight, tight, tight, cradling the back of your head with one hand and kissing your temple. “Let’s find some dry clothes, make you some tea with honey for your disgusting cough, and we’ll worry about tomorrow when it comes ‘kay?”

You nodded, sobbing into his neck ever so slightly.

He didn’t want to break the hug until you decided it was time. So he stayed there, stroking your hair and rubbing your back up and down.

There’d been hugs between you two, but none like this one. None of them where you could practically melt into his body if you wanted to.

None where Eddie wished he could do more than just hold you.

“Okay.” You pulled back and sniffed back your tears, cleaning your nose with your shirtsleeve. “Thank you for always being there for me.”

“I don’t have much choice, so I?” He teased, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your eyes dropped to his lips then went back to his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Gonna make you that tea.” Eddie stood up. “You, get changed.”

“Yes, sir.”

Eddie left you there and went downstairs to prepare you the tea he’d promised. The kitchen didn’t get much of the moonlight, so Eddie took a risk and lit up the dim light over the stove.

The place had clearly been all alone for a while. There was a thin layer of dust on every surface, and there still were many things in every cabinet he opened — including a box full of flavored tea bags. He put the fancy teapot on the stove and opened the walk-in pantry.

It was like finding gold.

“Our family is super rich, huh,” you commented as you walked inside.

“I know,” Eddie smirked, eyeing you up and down. The clothes you’d chosen were two sizes bigger and clearly belonged to a man. He couldn’t help but feel jealous that you weren’t wearing his clothes. “There are so many flavored teas—” he shook away his thoughts and continued “—so I, uh, hope you like the one I picked for you.” He walked out to the stove and placed a big mug on the counter, pouring the steaming water into it.

You gave him an excited smile, blew on it a few times, and sipped on the tea, squinting your eyes at the aftertaste.

“So?” Eddie leaned on the counter and rested his hand on his cheek.

“Lemon tea, with ginger? Perhaps?”

“You’re good.” He grinned, raising his brows.

Tomorrow came; so did the next day, and within two days, your cold disappeared thanks to Eddie’s magic potions.

A week went by just as fast, and all you two did was take nine hours shifts to guard the house; while one slept, the other stayed wide awake. Though Eddie never slept much when it was your turn to look after the house. Not because he didn’t trust you — it was the complete opposite, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to you while he slept.

The coast was clear after two weeks; not many people lived around since it was a vacation spot.

Still, Eddie could never sleep a wink.

It was your time of the day to play guard, and he’d been in bed moving from one side to the other for over two hours. He was clearly not going to sleep so he might as well give you some company.

He put his shirt back on and slipped his sneakers on to go downstairs to find you. You were nowhere inside the house, and the only place you could be was on the big bear — a bear-shaped rock right by the lake.

You’d lie there on sunny days to get your vitamin D, and even when the sun was long gone, too.

Eddie spotted you in the distance and took his time to reach your side.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be sleeping,” was the first thing you said when he sat cross-legged next to you.

“Thought I’d join you and watch the sunset.”

“There’s not much left.” You scooted closer to him.

The sun was long gone behind the hills, but the orange clouds were still bright.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if the apocalypse started right now?” you said after a moment.

“right now?” Eddie looked at you.

“At this exact moment.” your knee brushed his thigh.

“We kind of already are.” He scanned your face. Your eyes were lost in the bit of sunset. “If you think about it, we’re living our own apocalypse. Running away to keep ourselves alive, eating shitty canned food, watching every move we make.”

“Hey, last night’s beans were good.”

“You were just hungry, love,” he teased you.

Love. It came out naturally every so often since he didn’t know your name — the one and only rule you stated on your first night at the cabin — and you never seemed to mind the enchanting nickname so it slipped like a habit.

“The evening is perfect to go on a swim, don’t you think?” You asked as you stood up.

“Now?” Eddie squinted one eye shut, looking up at you, then you started to undress like it was nothing. Shirt, first. There was nothing else under that shirt. “O-Okay, yes now, wow, you’re, um, you’re getting naked,” Eddie said with a nervous laugh, turning his face away.

It caught him so off guard heat took over his cheeks at the speed of an erupting volcano.

“Oh, come on. They’re just breasts.” You laughed at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a pair of boobs before.”

“I- yeah I have,” he said matter-of-factly. “Of course I have.”

Yet couldn’t bring himself to look at you because, of course, he has not.

“Then you know they’re just like yours, just a bit more… swollen.” Eddie finally looked up and got disappointed that your hands were over your… breasts. “But I can put on my shirt if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Not uncomfortable.” His words came out rather quickly and high-pitched.

“You can join me, then.” You then took off your pants and shoes and stepped on the edge of the rock to dive headfirst into the lake.

“Oh my god.” Eddie stood up just in time to get a glimpse of you emerging from the water.

“Come on!” Your bubbly voice echoed around.

“Shhh! don’t– scream!” he whispered loudly, yet began to strip off his pants, socks, and shirt, being left only with his boxers.

The last few days had been too calm, so he kind of needed this adrenaline.

He walked a few steps away from the edge and ran, jumping off the edge.

It was way higher than he thought it would be. And deeper, too. It took him a while to swim back to the surface and took him even longer to find you through the water in his eyes.

He shook his wet hair away from his face, scooped off the water from his eyes, and looked around, following the sound of your laugh.

“Holy shit didn’t that hurt?!” You asked as he swam next to you with wide strokes.

“My ribs are absolutely gonna be bruised tomorrow.”

“You, flying through the air, will be engraved in my memory forever.”

The daylight was gone now but it wasn’t hard to see the bliss on your face.

“I’m honored, as long as it’s a happy memory,” Eddie shrugged.

“It is, I miss it already.” You smiled then said, “Been thinking a lot about your friends.”

“They’re your friends too, you know. They really, really like you.”

“They do?” your eyes were glimmering.

“Yeah,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing. Because it was. “They probably like you more than they like me.”

“Not possible. They… adore you,” you told him.

“I’ve been thinking about them too.” Eddie sighed. “They probably think we’re goners by now.”

“We need to find a way to let them know we’re okay.”

“We will,” Eddie assured you.

Something in your eyes shifted and it brought a flutter to his stomach he still wasn’t used to.

“You look very tempting right now.” You stared into his lips.

Where did that come from?

He huffed out a laugh to disguise the heat that traveled to his cheeks. “No idea what that means.”

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” You swam closer to him.

“Don’t… mess with me.” Eddie looked away.

“I’m not,” you chuckled, brushing a piece of wet hair out of his face.

There’d been intentional soft touches and stolen glances from your side since you moved out of the cabin, though Eddie didn’t think much about it — didn’t want to get his hopes high, so now, when you asked, “Would you kiss me?” while biting your lip, his heart almost leaped out of his chest and the butterflies those words gave him were overwhelming.

Were you actually asking him that?

“What? I— wow, I mean, right now?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I really want to kiss you.”

Eddie gulped. He really, really liked you. Everything about you, even the things that irritated him, he loved the most. From the very first moment.

“Eddie?” You kind of begged.

“When I kiss you,” he began, leaning close to the point where the tip of his nose was touching yours. “I will fall in love with you.”

If he wasn’t already.

“Is that a bad thing?” You murmured, circling your nose against his with your eyes closed.

It’ll be painful in the end, he was aware of that, but it wasn’t a bad thing.

“No.” He brushed his lips against yours. “Not bad at all.”

You tilted your chin up with a soft smile, ready to receive the most tender light-feather kiss.

He was so ready to fall in love.

His hands cupped your ribs and traveled down your sides as his lips barely brushed yours. Your bodies were glued together now, and your hearts could almost kiss each other with every strong and wild and in sync beat.

It was a soft peck at first, then your lips gradually gained confidence and the kiss became more and more fierce; with tongue, clacking teeth, and heavy breathing.

He’d never been kissed like this before. He’d never felt this wanted — ever. At this moment, he truly couldn’t believe how lucky he was, despite everything that’s happened. Part of him knew it was because he was the only contact you’d had with humans for the past two months. That you had no other choice. That you could have anyone you wanted.

But still, so damn lucky.

Your arms wrapped tight around his neck while the kiss never stopped, and your breasts rubbed against his chest the more your breathing increased. It was erotic, and as much as he tried to hold it back, he couldn’t hide the excitement inside his boxers.

And you couldn’t ignore it either. You brought one hand underwater to palm his erection and moaned into his mouth.

Fucking hell.

You broke the kiss to breathe and gain some air, and something seemed to have taken you out of the moment.

“Someone’s here,” you said through an exhale.

“What?” Eddie was confused, then paid attention to what was bothering you.

Children's voices were near, and car doors slammed shut.

“I think our rich family just got home.” The day you showed up, Eddie either died and went to heaven or became stardust and leaped into another dimension.

There, everything was still the exact same, but you were in it — which made it a perfect world to live in. He’d come to that conclusion after the kiss — the one that made him fall in love.

“Let’s swim to the shore, get our things and pretend we are some tourists or something if they see us.” Your chest heaving in and out made small waves around you. The danger you radiated through them was palpable.

“They have bikes.” Eddie swept his wet hair out of his face and scooped some of the water out of his eyes. “I say, we take those and hope for the best.”

You looked up at him. Your brows were already pinched together. “I’m not sure, Eddie. There’s a chance they might call the police since their house has evidently been, you know, used?”

“Right, shit.” He sighed. “Dumb tourists it is, then.”

There wasn’t much else to do, so the two of you stayed still with just your eyes and nose above the water — like two crocodiles patiently waiting for their prey.

The family got far enough at some point and you wasted no time swimming out of the lake as quietly as you could, walking hunched over to get your clothes back.

You sprinted to hide between some bushes and finally dared to breathe just a bit louder.

“That was fun.” You let out a sigh. You were covering your breasts by hugging yourself and holding a single piece of clothing close to your chest. Eddie handed you his shirt without a word as you said, “I must’ve dropped mine in the rush.”

You didn’t turn around to put it on, and Eddie couldn’t help but stare at you while you then squeezed into your very short shorts.

“What?” You smiled at him when you caught him staring.

That single glance heated up Eddie’s cheeks more than they already were.

“Nothing,” he merely said.

He struggled to put his jeans back on over his still-wet skin and took his eyes off you just to look for where the family was. The two kids, a toddler, and their mom were standing over the bear rock all smiley while the dad stayed behind with a camera in his hands. Your eyes instantly snapped to where he gestured with his brows.

“I think they are the dumb tourists.” He grinned.

“Oh, thank god.” You dropped to the ground with your knees up and rested your elbows over them, covering your face with both hands.

They were shaking.

Eddie crouched next to you, enveloping your palm with both of his hands in the attempt to stop them from trembling. “Hey,” he softened his voice and brought your knuckles to his lips. He pursed them out, though it was barely a kiss.

Your eyes met his, and right then he wondered, would you kiss him again?

“So we stay here until they drive off?” Your voice broke in the middle of it.

“We stay right here, sweetheart.”

Whatever had you that scared, Eddie wasn’t gonna let it get to you. He didn’t let go of your hand once as you two stayed there, peeking every so often at the family behind the bush.

It didn’t take them more than five more pictures and a short rock-throwing contest to leave. So as soon as the coast was clear, you made it inside the house — oddly quiet.

You toed off your shoes by the door and said dryly, “I’m gonna shower,” while never looking back.

“Okay?” was all Eddie managed to respond.

He was already feeling self-conscious about everything he did and didn’t do the past forty minutes. Were you pretending the kiss didn’t happen? He didn’t want to forget about it — ever – but if you regretted it… there wasn’t much he could do than just accept it was just the heat of the moment.

“Yeah, sure, it’s not a big deal.” He rambled to himself while he went upstairs to put a shirt on.

He’ll shower later.

“It was just a kiss. Just a kiss,” he said in a whisper.

He threw on a flannel and reached for the guitar that felt already like his own.

“It’s not like I’m in love with you or anything.” He placed a pick between his teeth and started to play the song he’s been making since you two first got there. The one that sounded like you. It was one minute and thirty-two seconds long without any lyrics so far, although he only got to play half of it.

“Eddie?!” Your voice came from the end of the hallway.

Loud.

“Shit.” He stopped all the way and didn’t hesitate to come running to you. “What, what, what is it?” He softly knocked and stayed behind the half-open door. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you huffed out a nervous laugh. The water was running, but your voice was close. Just at the other side of the door. “Come in.”

Oh.

“O-okay.” Eddie opened slowly and found you standing there, naked and beautiful as ever with the hot steam soaring around you.

“Do you want to join me and continue where we left off?” you approached him.

Oh.

His entire body froze. His tongue included.

You gave him a tender frown and wrapped yourself with your arms all of a sudden. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Eddie was quick to assure you and walked in, shutting the door behind him. “I just,” he kind of laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you were gonna pretend the kiss didn’t happen.”

You let your arms fall at your sides and reached for his hand to bring it up to your cheek. “How could I?” You kissed his palm with your eyes closed.

The kiss was hot and soft enough to refuel the heat inside his underwear. He wanted to continue without a fucking doubt, but he still had to ask, “Are you sure?” while caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You tugged your bottom lip with your teeth between a pure smile. “Yeah.” You nodded, clutching him close with one hand by his waist. The other landed on the nape of his neck to bring him close to your lips. “So sure.”

Eddie followed your body and leaned down. He’d forgotten how soft your lips felt.

It was like kissing you for the first time all over again.

This time was different, though. Eddie was confident enough to add some tongue, brushing it against your cradling your face with both hands. You let out an instant moan while your knees bent a bit and welcomed him in, intensifying the kiss.

He didn’t think it was possible for someone to visibly melt, though he was more than flattered. He smiled between the kisses and let his hands do their thing. One stayed appropriately on the curve of your waist as the other made its way between your legs.

Another delightful moan.

You pulled back a bit and stared down at his fingers that’d already spread your lips apart.

You were so fucking wet. Silky smooth. He’d never felt such pleasure from a simple touch, and if you felt that good, he could only imagine what you’d taste like, but he kept his cool and used his fingers for a few more moments.

The kiss turned breathy, desperate. Every part of you was keeping him close so the insecurity about you not wanting him back dissolved into thin air.

Eddie licked his lips and ghosted your mouth with his agitated breath. “I wanna taste you, yeah? Is it okay if I taste you?”

You barely smiled at him as you melted once again. “Mhm,” you nodded, “yes, please.”

Something in your eyes told him you thought he was just going to lick his fingers clean. He did, while never breaking eye contact. But Eddie also kneeled, not without trailing soft kisses from your jaw down your breasts, stomach, and all around your navel first.

The moment he reached your cunt, he used his skilled tongue to open your folds, and that gentle, wet sound almost made him come right then and there. Eddie looked up at you and opened his mouth to savor you whole.

“Gosh, Eddie.” You gripped the back of his head.

He was getting addicted to how your body reacted to anything he did and didn’t do.

“Mmh.” Eddie shut his eyes to really take you in and slid his hands up and down the back of your thighs the more he ate you out, and each time he got bolder to touch you everywhere.

He had a mouthful of your cunt and was getting harder and growing tight inside his underwear as you moaned his name every so often. You made the sweetest sounds, and your shallow breaths and soft whines could only mean he was doing it right, so he continued doing exactly what he was doing. Licking and sucking and stretching your clit out with lips and gentle teeth. He was ecstatic.

This thing — hooking up with a stranger, though you were hardly a stranger — was new. He’d never eaten a girl's cunt before either, and he sure liked the taste of you so he wouldn’t mind learning how to become an expert at it and pleasure you day and night.

“Right there,” you managed to say.

Eddie grinned against your cunt and grunted deeply to let you know he was enjoying it, too.

“That feels so good,” you praised him again and again and over and over.

Eddie was one lick away from coming untouched and had to palm himself over his pants to relieve some of the ache. He kept using his entire mouth at a steady pace until his jaw started to get numb, but the high was so damn close he didn’t want to stop. So he didn’t. Eddie flicked his tongue over that sensitive spot that made your body twitch, slurped your wet lips and moaned, keeping you close with both hands gripping your ass until his cock pulsed and cum spilled inside his underwear.

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie breathed out while lazily making out with your cunt.

It happened too damn fast.

“Gosh, Eddie?” You asked. He rubbed his cheek and tip of his nose against your lower stomach, like a kitten wanting to be petted before slowly looking up at you with a soft frown and red, fleshy lips. His confidence was gone. “Did you just come?”

He gulped, licking his lips. He was too embarrassed to say anything.

“Come here.” You brushed your thumb over the corner of his mouth. Eddie obeyed and stood up towering over you. You grabbed him by the back of his head and brought him close to messily mold your lips with his into a wet kiss. “That was incredibly hot.”

“Was it really?”

Really?

“So fucking hot.” You nibbled his bottom lip. “Do you think our rich family keeps condoms in here?”

“I, uh, yeah, I mean, I- I can look for some?”

“Go.” You gave him a soft peck. “I’ll be right here.”

Eddie returned the kiss, stared at you with anticipation, and left you there. He knew exactly where the condoms had been this entire time — he’d found a brand new box of twenty four on the second day and kept them in his room, hopeful — so he was quick to be back.

You’d moved to the shower, and looked stunning with the water cascading down your godly body, waiting for him.

He took his flannel off and clumsily dragged his pants off and underwear down in one fell swoop, kicking them aside. Your eyes dropped up and down his body, and he could’ve sworn your soft nipples hardened at the sight.

Eddie approached you and stood in front of you. “How do these work?” He waved the condom in the air between two fingers. He said it as if it was a joke, but he was sure he’d skipped the sex-ed class.

“I’ll show you,” you laughed a bit and stepped away from the shower stream to invite him in. “Hi. I missed you,” you teased him, staring at his lips while licking yours.

“Missed you, too.” Eddie grinned and leaned to kiss the underside of your chin.

“First–” you took the condom and ran your palm over his tummy down the base of his cock while he kept peppering kisses all over your cheek “— mmm, you can prep yourself,” you murmured close to his ear, fisting his cock and stroking it a few times. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “To make yourself hard — harder.”

Your confidence was hot and it was even hotter how you seemed to know his body better than himself. He showed no weakness, though, and increased the intensity of his lips over your skin, placing small, loving bites down your neck and shoulder.

“Then, you open the wrapper gently, and take the condom out.” You did as you said then didn’t speak after that. You simply rolled the condom down his length — so, so slowly — until the very base of his erection. “There.” You pulled back a bit and kissed him under his ear.

Eddie stared down at his latex-wrapped cock then back at your eyes. It was happening. He was going to have sex.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now, you fuck me.”

Eddie wasted no time capturing your mouth and pressing his body onto yours, making you walk backwards until your back was pressed against the tile wall. Your hands flew to the back of his head and gripped his hair tightly.

His cock had made it between your thighs and right under your cunt on its own. Being there felt so good already so he instinctively bucked his hips while never letting go of your lips. You moaned as a response and sneaked one hand between your bodies to guide the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed it inside just a bit to squeeze the tip in.

Eddie lifted one of your legs up by your thigh and thrusted, making it all the way inside you.

So.

Fucking.

Slowly.

“Oh, god. Oh, shit, oh, fuck.” Eddie dropped his forehead to your. shoulder. You were so warm, so soft, and so perfectly wet.

“Eddie?” you panted. “Move.”

“Hold on, hold on.” He withdrew his hips just a bit, and it only felt better. “Fuck.”

He was about to come already. He couldn’t. But god, he’d never been this close to heaven before.

“Give me a moment, princess.” Eddie gathered all his strength and scooped you by your thighs, pressing you against the wall — harsh.

You made a delightful sound; like a moan, like a laugh, like the most beautiful melody. “Gosh, Eddie.” You clung to him and tightened your cunt around his cock.

The way you whined his name boosted his stamina, enough to fuck you against the wall effortlessly. You dug your fingers into his back and your teeth into his shoulder with that first deliberate thrust.

Eddie’s near-silent grunts blended with your not-so-quiet moans and they echoed against the walls as though they belonged to the same song.

“So damn good,” he praised you out of breath. “Jesus fucking christ.”

You received each of his sloppy thrusts with a blissful gasp. It was a lot of work keeping you both safe while still standing up, so after a moment Eddie opted to unglue you from the wall, walked two steps to the bench right in front of the shower stream, and plopped there with you on top.

His cock slipped out in the process and you laughed a little at the sudden change of positions, guiding his erection right back to your entrance without hesitation and lowering yourself on it again.

“Holy hell.” Eddie gripped your waist with both hands and threw his head back in pleasure.

You slowly sank on it until he was balls deep then began to bounce up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

Having you on top was a whole new experience. The view was like a dream; jiggling motion of your breasts and your sweet smile while enjoying yourself riding him like a real goddess was hypnotizing.

“You’re so loud,” he said through a moan, so he wasn’t complaining at all.

“Yeah? you like it?”

“Yeah.” He kissed your shoulder and bit you gently. “Love your voice. I could hear you moan like this forever.”

You shifted the motions of your hips, grinding back and forth, side to side, squeezing your walls tight around his erection. “Your cock feels so nice,” you murmured against his temple. “Shit. Eds.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as your harsh breathings and sweet, sweet moans increased.

Your cunt began to pulse, fisting his cock tight and your entire body tensed. You'd come so fucking hard and loud that the pleasure brewing in his lower stomach skyrocketed.

He stared down at his cock being completely gone inside you one last time before letting himself go for the second time. His cock twitched with each spurt he spilled inside the condom and a dark, long, and shaky ‘fuck’ got caged in his chest. He laughed a bit while he came, and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Everything had turned blurry. The only thing that was clear was that this — sex with you — was better than any drug, and he wouldn’t mind becoming addicted to you. He’d gladly consume you for the rest of his life.

You were still a panting mess as you dotted lazy kisses all over his face and ran your fingertips up and down his shoulder blades.

The sound of the running water was so soothing you both agreed to stay there, heart to heart, just a little longer without saying a word.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” you spoke first. “Thank you.”

Eddie’s brain was still shut down by the mind-blowing experience, and his mouth had gone dry. The only thing he managed to answer was, “You’re welcome, love.”

You cackled at his words and shifted on top of him to get a good look at his face. “Cocky.”

Something had changed in your eyes — in a good way, but he didn’t want to get his hopes high or take credit for that special shimmer your eyes had.

“Can I wash your hair?” you asked against his lips, going for a kiss.

He smiled and blindly reached for the shampoo. “Only if I can wash yours, too.”

The shower got extended just a bit longer and in no time you were two brand-new people, cuddled up in the same bed.

Your head rested on his chest and you’ve been outlining every tattoo and scar of his in silence until you decided to speak. “Eddie?” you whispered, looking up at him. “Are you ever gonna play a song for me?”

“I mean, yeah.” He cleared his throat as it’d come out raspy. “What’s your favorite song?”

“You don’t have to play my favorite song.” You adjusted so half of your body was laying on top of his. “I just want to hear you play. Any.”

“Any?” Eddie’s grin widened.

“Okay, except for The Final Countdown.” You rolled your eyes and slid up to be at his level.

“What makes you think I even know how to play that one?” He turned to his side to face you.

“You don’t?”

“Uh—”

“You do?”

“I mean, yeah? It’s Europe. What’s wrong with that song?”

“Everything.” You laughed. “Are you serious?”

“Okay, okay, I won’t play that one, then.”

“Thank you.” You bopped your nose with his.

It was in moments like these, when words weren’t needed that he wondered who really were you. He’s always been too scared to ask, what if it scared you away?

You trailed kisses from his jaw to his lips and sighed deeply. “Mmm. You wouldn’t like me if you met me.”

Had he said it out loud?

“uh, I like you a lot, actually,” he confessed. “Sometimes I think I made you up, you know?”

“What?” your face twisted with confusion. “Like, I’m part of your imagination?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m very much real.” You kissed him. “I promise.”

“I’m glad you are. I, um, was in a dark, dark hole when you showed up…” Eddie began, stroking your hair.

It felt right to tell you how he’d ended up being a fugitive of justice.

He told you everything. From the traumatic night at his trailer with Chrissy until the night he was dragged out the upside down by Dustin and Steve barely alive — without getting into much detail about what really was the upside down. That was a story for another time.

And you listened, carefully, bright eyed, and didn’t interrupt him once.

“... so you could imagine, there was no point in anything. But then you appeared and…” Eddie sighed. “I could breathe again.”

You stroked his cheek and sighed deeply, too. “I’m glad you kidnapped me, then.”

“Oh, please don’t say that.”

Kidnapping jokes between you two never got old.

“I’m kidding,” you laughed and nuzzled your face in his bare chest. “But you kind of did.”

“Okay, I kind of did.”

It smelled like breakfast.

Like a real and greasy breakfast. With bacon and eggs and buttered toast and even a side of fresh chopped fruit.

Eddie smiled still half-asleep and stretched his arm, blindly searching for you next to him, but your side of the bed was empty. He blinked his eyes open and smiled even more at the memories from the night before.

It was more than the multiple rounds of sex. It was the soft kisses and longing stares and sleepy conversations about a future where neither of you had to hide anymore.

Eddie was loud to get up, yawning and stretching his body to its fullest before putting some clothes on. He followed the smell barefoot in hopes to find you in the kitchen. Though his smile faded and his heart broke as it wasn’t you who was there cooking.

He knew this moment was going to come eventually, he just wished it wouldn’t have happened this soon.

“Eddie Munson! So glad you woke up.” A bald, suited man gestured around with a sharp big knife. His tie was loose around his neck and the holster around his waist was empty. “We were waiting for you.”

A gun cocked at the back of his head before Eddie could take a step forward and tackle the man. “Don’t say anything,” a younger guy’s voice said from behind. “Just walk over there as the boss said and sit. Quietly.”

Eddie’s ear started ringing. Where the hell were you?

“I said move!” The guy pushed Eddie by his back and forced him to sit at the nicely set up table.

“Khoa, stop it with the gun, would ya’?” The bald man warned the violent guy.

Eddie’s body moved in command. These weren’t cops. They had no badge or plaque of any sort in sight.

“… okay but where’s Eddie?” That was your voice. Eddie’s head instantly snapped to where it came from. “Eds?!” Your voice got closer.

His soul came to his body as soon as you walked into the room.

You were in one piece and with no signs of any struggle on your body or clothes.

You were okay.

“Eddie.” You rushed to him as he stood up and crushed him with a strong hug.

Eddie held you tight and inhaled you whole with his eyes closed to imprint you in his memory in case this was the last hug he ever got to give you.

“We’ve been looking for Miss Thirteen here for a while.” The older man spoke.

Thirteen? Why were they calling you by a number?

You broke the hug and avoided looking up at Eddie. There was fear and just a bit of guilt written all over you.

“We had no idea about you,” the man continued, gesturing at Eddie, “so you’re very lucky we’re here.”

“Lucky?” Eddie’s eyes widened. “I’m not understanding shit.”

“I know them.” You shut your eyes in annoyance. “They’re… here to… I don’t even know why you guys are here.”

“We thought you were dead.” The asian guy said mad. “I mean, you are. Legally.”

“I am?”

“Yeah.” Khoa folded his arms over his chest. It was impossible for Eddie not to think he was just trying to show up his biceps. “So is Brenner.”

“What?” Your face dropped with relief.

“He’s dead.” Khoa smirked.

“Wh-what? When?”

“A while ago, but that’s not why we’re here. The government is still looking for your dead body, and they won’t stop until they find you.”

“What does that mean?” Eddie asked, even when he was still not getting shit.

“In order to keep you safe,” the old man began. “We have to send you away for a while.”

“Away? Where?” you and Eddie said at the same time.

“Anywhere but here.”

“I’m not going anywhere without Eddie.” You reached for his hand and arm.

Khoa’s jaw tightened. Eddie grinned.

“Give us a day or two to come up with a name for you and new documents — ID, passports, credit cards, yada, yada.”

“What was the gun for, then?” he was perplexed.

“To make it more fun.” Khoa shrugged.

“I almost shit myself, dude.”

You hid a laugh agains his arm.

“I’m still not getting shit,” Eddie continued.

“All you have to know for now is that this—” The man gestured at his clothes “—is just a show.”

“Oh yeah, no one questions you when you’re wearing a suit.” Khoa agreed.

“Can we have a moment, please?” You asked them.

“What’s going on,” Eddie asked you.

You shut your eyes and took a deep breath.

Just as he told you how he ended up in this situation, you told your story. He didn’t understand much. All he got was that you had a traumatic childhood and managed to get out thanks to these people — Khoa and Chester, the older man. They were part of this Doctor Brenner team in the past, but were never on his side.

And the tattoo on your wrist you always tried to hide made the most sense now.

“So you have… superpowers?” was the first thing Eddie asked.

“Had.” You chuckled.

“What was your superpower?”

“Erase memories. And sometimes I could hear people’s thoughts.”

“So, you could erase yourself from my memory?”

“Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I never used that to the people I loved.”

“Time’s up.” Khoa walked in with the globe that was in one of the kids’ rooms and placed it on the table. “Wherever your finger lands, it’s your home for the next couple of months.”

You two shared a glance.

“Ready to start a new life?” You asked.

Eddie smiled. “Fuck yeah I am.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things 4

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curvynerdfan · 4 years

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Never let me go

Happy x Reader

Requested by @isitmine I hope you like it hun! I’m sorry it took such a long time for me to complete! I added a lot more length to make up for it! School and work has been crazy but it was a lot of fun to write this and be creative!

Honorable tags: @justahopelessssromantic and @princessofthalia

Warnings: being hurt by a prospect, cursing, violent Happy, murder, a bit of gore

“Hey, didn’t Jax want y’all to meet up with Gemma? I thought she was getting her new furniture shipped in today.” Y/N asked.

“Why the fuck do you care?”, the prospect, Maggot, barked.

“Well, I was just hoping to see Happy soon.”, Y/N responded, confused on why he was being so rude.

“Oh! So you’re one of his bitches huh?”, he grumbled.

“No!”, she argued, “I am his old lady!”

Y/N couldn’t believe a prospect was being so disrespectful to an old lady. Let alone her! She didn’t think she was anything special but Happy was Sergeant-at-Arms and the terrifying Tacoma Killer and she was his pregnant wife. While thinking through the different possibilities of how to handle the situation, she felt a hand land on her neck.

Y/N was at the point where she thought she was going to pass out when she clawed out at his face. The first couple of swipes were misses, until she finally managed to dig her nails into him.The pain must of startled him enough because his grip began to slip. Y/N pulled away quickly and dropped to the ground. She was heaving and thought she might vomit.

“God dammit!” He shouted, bringing his hand up to his face only to see it covered in blood.

He started towards her again and picked up a broken beer bottle on the way.

“Think, about what you’re doing here Maggot,” Y/N kept pausing to breathe, “the club isn’t going to take this lightly”

“They don’t care about anyone but themselves! No one will miss a crow!” Maggot yelled, swiping at her with the broken bottle.

Y/N flinched and covered her stomach with her arms. She was barely showing right now, only in tight clothing but she still wasn’t going to let anything happen to her baby. Maggot missed the first time in his fit of rage but managed to catch Y/N’s left arm on the second swipe.

She began to scream in pain and shout for help, crying out for Happy or anyone else who may be nearby. Maggot swiped at Y/N again, but she luckily managed to knock the sharp glass out of his hand. This really pissed him off and before she could bring her arms up a hand collided with her face. Her head snapped to the side and when she brought a hand up to her face she realized she was crying.

Maggot appeared to have reached his wits end. His arm raised up into the air again and she began to pray to any diety that would listen. Screaming at the top of her lungs, hoping someone will hear her.

Jax looked up from the custom bike he was working on when he heard someone screaming like a banshee from within the clubhouse. He made eye contact with Opie and dropped his tools. Both brothers sprinted across the lot, worried for whoever was making that noise. They burst through the door and were enraged by what they saw.

Maggot was rearing back to hit her again, when he was suddenly jerked away from her. Opie had grabbed Maggot by his raised arm and dragged him away, surely dislocating the prospect’s shoulder.

Jax tried to console Y/N but she didn’t seem to recognize who he was. She was so overwhelmed with fear that she just curled in on herself. Jax believed she was still trying to protect her baby.

On his way towards the garage Opie ran into a frantic Gemma, “I heard screaming. What the hell is going on?”

“This piece of shit hurt Y/N!” Opie growled, throwing the prospect onto the concrete. “ Jax is in the clubhouse with her now. You should probably call Chibs, it didn’t look good.”

Gemma shook her head and stomped away and into the clubhouse. She had already dialed Chibs by the time she opened the door and gasped as he answered the phone.

“What’s wrong doll?” the irishman asked.

“It’s Y/N. Maggot hurt her pretty bad and we’re gonna need your help. How soon can you be here?” Gemma asked.

“Shite! I am grabbing my med bag now. I’ll be there in five.” He said and Gemma could here him scrambling to grab his stuff, “Put pressure on any bleeding and try to keep her from hyperventilating” he demanded as the motorcycle rumbled to life before he hung up on her.

Gemma ran to the kitchen and grabbed some towels before making her way to Y/N and her son. She pulled Jax away and told him to call Tig and Happy. Tig could organize everyone coming in for church so they could vote on Mr. Mayhem and Happy needed to be told what was going on. Jax flipped open his phone and walked to the bar to make the calls.

Gemma slowly moved further into Y/N’s line of sight and spoke in soft, dulcet tones, “Hey, baby. How about you let momma check on you, huh?” Gemma had helped raise Y/N with some other members of the community. Her family had bailed on her when she was sixteen and the town came together to help her. The club provided her with a dorm room and Gemma has been her mother figure ever since. “There’s a lot of blood sweetie…” Gemma grimaced, “Can you show me where it is coming from? You're safe now, your brothers and I are gonna take good care of you.”

“Happy?” Y/N whimpered, looking around.

“He’s on his way.” Jax cut in, walking up behind Gemma and putting a hand on his mom’s back.

“I want Happy!” Y/N whined again pitifully.

“I know sweetheart. She’ll be here soon. How about you let Ma look at your arm huh? Get you cleaned up some before Happy gets here.” Jax asked, knowing it would coax her into letting Gemma touch her.

“Okay... “ Y/N said and slowly uncurled.

When Y/N released her arm, they both gasped. Gemma quickie covered her arm with one of the towels and applied pressure. There was a gash going up her arm. Starting on the outside of her wrist and wrapping its way past her elbow. Some of it was going to need stitches, judging on how deep it was.

Chibs came barrelling through the door and went straight to the bar sink to scrub his hands. He paced quickly over to the trio, still drying his hands.

“Hello dolly, can I have a look see?” Chibs spoke softly to her, noting that she seemed to have gone into shock. “Atta girl!” he commended, when she didn’t flinch when he moved to check her injuries.

She was beginning to develop a deep bruise on the right side of her face. It appeared that the hit had managed to fracture her cheek bone and she had earned a black eye from the mistreatment. He lightly prodded her neck making sure there was no damage to her trachea or esophagus and deemed that she would heal easily enough but be tender for the next week. When he went to press his palm to her stomach and check on the baby she locked her hand on his wrist, digging her nails into him. Her eyes began to fill with tears again as she shook her head with fear.

“Okay, okay darlin’. I’m not gonna hurt you or the baby. Just wanna check on them. Gemma, could you try to put your palm on her stomach? I wanna see if we can get a kick. That means we can skip the hospital… Maybe just have a house call for an ultrasound later?” Chibs tried to speak softly and hide his concern. It didn’t look like the bastard had been able to make contact with her small bump but he had to be sure.

Gemma slowly reached out and when Y/N made no move to stop her, placed the hand that wasn’t holding the towel to her adopted daughter’s stomach. She waited worryingly, hoping to feel the baby kick.

The clubhouse door slammed open again and a rumbling “Babygirl!” spewed frantically out of Happy’s mouth as he trekked across the clubhouse. Gemma sighed in relief when the baby shifted at the sound of their father’s voice and nodded at Chibs. Gemma slowly shifted away from Y/N and stood to stop Happy quickly.

“What are you doing, Gem? I gotta see her!” Happy growled, restraining himself from letting his anger unleash on the club mom.

“And you will see her. I just wanna make sure you’re gonna keep your head on straight. She is in shock if you come in all burly and pissed it won’t help her or the baby. Jax has already called a meeting and that shit will get what is coming to him, but right now you need to be here for Y/N.”, Gemma spoke quickly and with authority. “Now, if you can keep your cool, I am sure it would be a big help for you to sit with her and help Chibs.”

Happy nodded his head and stepped around Gemma. Quickly crouching to the ground to make sure Y/N could see him.

“Happy!” She let out in quiet relief.

He shook his head in attempts to subdue his anger, “Yeah babygirl! I’m here now. Hmm, let me take a look at you?”

She slowly turned her head as his hand caressed her chin and happily allowed him to press his palm to her stomach. The baby slowly kicked along his palm and he smiled in relief.

He turned to Chibs to ask what he needed to do. The irishman directed the Tacoma Killer to gently move his old lady to wear he was sitting against the wall behind her with her body cradled between his legs. Y/N tilted her head back to let it rest against her husband as he wrapped his arms around her. At Chibs instruction his right arm went around her shoulders, his left rested along her baby bump and bent his left knee so she couldn’t see her hurt arm.

“Alright, little pinch hun and then it shouldn’t hurt so bad, hmmm.” Chibs said.

He slowly unwrapped the arm and Y/N jolted when Happy growled in distaste. When she looked up at him to see what was wrong, he tilted his head down and nuzzled his nose against her unmarked cheek. Chibs quickly injected local anesthetic to multiple spots along the abrasion and waited several minutes before running a gloved finger along the injury. Y/N didn’t flinch in Happy’s arms and Chibs took that as a go ahead.

Chibs prepped his supplies and began to clean the gash of glass. Some shards had remained on the bottle when Maggot broke it and he wanted to make sure nothing was embedded when he began to suture. Y/N was slowly coming back to herself and tried to adjust to where she could see when she felt the tugging on her arm.

Happy easily distracted her with forehead kisses and talking through what was going on. He reassured her that something would be done about the prospect. When he mentioned that church was called, she shuddered and begged him not to leave. Happy consoled her to the best of his ability but nothing seemed to work. Jax overheard and let them know this was going to be the only exception of an old lady attending church. Chibs agreed saying that even though they knew Happy’s vote, he had a right to listen to everyone else’s. Plus Chibs was going to give Y/N’s nurse midwife, Tatum, a call as soon as he was done so he could give her pain medication. Y/N would probably sleep through the entire meeting anyways.

Chibs finished suturing her arm and told Happy to take her up to his dorm and help her shower. Happy agreed after Chibs explained that he should have an answer by then and could give her some medicine and wrap the sutures. Happy stood carefully before lifting Y/N into his arms.

He carried her up the stairs and sat her down on their bed. They had a house that was almost done being renovated and they decided to save money by moving back into the clubhouse for the time being. Happy was glad that they lived here, especially right now. He knew she was comfortable and everything was at his fingertips. He could easily lay them both out new clothes and get her comfort items.

“What do you wanna wear after your shower, babygirl?” Happy questioned, wanting to make sure she was comfortable.

Y/N shrugged but told him no when he went to open her loungewear drawer. She quickly directed him to his drawers with the point of her finger. He chuckled at her and pulled out one of her favorite shirts of his to sleep in. It was a faded grey t-shirt with Reaper Crew written in blue on the chest. He also grabbed her a pair of underwear, fuzzy socks and a pair of her sweatpants before quickly laying out new clothes for himself as well. He then scooped her up again and brought her to their bathroom. Y/N began to tear up again when Happy helped her take her shirt off, well his shirt off.

“No, no, no… don’t cry baby! I’m here now. What’s wrong?” Happy asked, concerned.

Y/N let out a whine, “I got blood on your shirt! It’s ruined!”

“Babygirl”, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “You’re crying over my shirt? I can fix that one easy! Just need the hydrogen peroxide.” He calmed her, wiping away her tears.

“Really? How do you know that?” She looked up at him hopeful and then confused.

He shook his head at her cute little scrunched nose, “I’m the Tacoma Killer babe!”, he elated with his arms spread wide, “I would have a very empty closet if I threw away clothes everytime a little blood got on them.”

Y/N giggled. Sometimes she would forget her husband’s renown and think of him as her reserved, badass. Happy corralled her into the shower and quickly stripped so he could join her. He grabbed new washcloths, before joining his wife in the shower.

The couple used this time to check in and reassure each other. Both clinged to the other, gently washing away the blood and trauma of the day. Y/N rested her head on his chest while he shampooed her hair. She braced her hands on his waist tilting her head so he could rinse away the suds.

Happy grabbed her chin and she could feel his chest rumble against hers as he growled at the marks on her neck and face. He leaned down and rubbed his nose against her cheek. Y/N quickly stood on her tippy toes and brought her lips to his. Happy let out a groan before posessively attacking her lips with his. Y/N could tell he was reclaiming “his territory” and she wasn’t mad in the slightest. She gasped when his teeth tugged on her lip and he happily delved into her.

By the time the couple was done showering, both felt reassured in their bond and were clean of Y/N’s blood. They both quietly changed into clean clothes and Y/N let out a quiet groan when the pain in her arm began to make itself known again. As soon as she was dressed, Happy wrapped her up in her beloved blanket and handed the turtle stuffie to her before scooping her up again.

When they reentered the clubhouse, the mess had been cleaned and it looked like nothing had happened. Gemma walked up to the pair and handed Y/N a plate covered in some of her favorite snacks and told her that her babies had to eat before kissing her head and walking off. The plate was filled with cubed apple, cheddar cheese, some strawberries, dill pickles, a few chunks of pumpkin bread and a handful of chocolate covered pretzels.

Happy then carried her into church and sat down. He pulled his legs across his and braced her back with his right arm before sneaking away some of her chocolate pretzels. She began to grumble at him when Chibs approached the duo. He smiled at the two before passing Happy a bottle of pills and a bottle of water.

“She can take up to two every eight hours. Two will knock her out and one will just make her a little loopy.” He told Happy before turning to Y/N, “You can go ahead and take two now. I need to apply an antibiotic to the stitches and then wrap your arm, then I’ll leave you be darlin.”

“You’re never a bother Chibby.” Y/N stated before swallowing the pills Happy placed in the palm of her hand, “Thank you for taking care of me”. Y/N reached out and gave Chibs’ hand a squeeze before he began to wrap her arm.

“Tatum will come by tomorrow morning for a check up on you and the baby. She assures me that we handled everything correctly and that the medication will have no ill effects on you or the baby. She wanted me to remind you to hydrate and let others take care of you”, he said, giving her a knowing look. “I am staying here tonight, just in case. We will need to rebandage everyday and the stitches should be able to come out in a week in a half or so.” Chibs informed them before pressing a kiss to Y/N’s palm and standing.

He walked out of the room and Y/N leaned further into Happy. She munched on the apple and cheese chunks and sipped on the water when Happy encouraged her to do so. She was about three quarters of the way through her plate when her head began to bob. Happy had to prod at her to keep eating what Gemma plated for her. After her head bobbed for the third time, Jax knocked on the door and stepped through.

He looked at Y/N softly and waited for Happy to nod “Let’s do this brother”

Slowly the rest of the patched club members filtered their way in. Jax took his seat, quickly followed by the rest of the main table. Jax slammed the gavel to start the meeting and smiled apologetically at Y/N when she jolted at the violent noise. Happy pushed the turtle plushie further into her arms and tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

Y/N let out a soft sigh of content and snuggled in, letting the medicine take full effect. She would jolt every once in a while when the guys allowed their anger to take control or raised their voices. The vote to indict Maggot to face Mr. Mayhem was unanimous but his sponsor decided to move charters before the vote. He didn’t feel right invoking Mayhem on his prospect but it was well deserved and the vote needed to be unanimous.

Within the hour, Happy was handing Y/N off to Gemma who was going to watch over her until the men were done. Jax normally would make the prospects stay with the women but he wanted them to see this. All of the crap that had happened was due to a prospect thinking he was the shit. Maggot forgot that the club is family and he certainly forgot the consequences that come with betrayal.

Jax easily approved of Happy killing Maggot in the same ways he hurt Y/N. He began by telling the man that the entire club voted for him to meet Mr. Mayhem and when the prospect had the audacity to try to spew more hate about Y/N Jax couldn’t control his anger. Completing one of the steps of the man’s death by driving his fist through his temple.

Maggot fell to the ground but didn’t stay there long. The prospect had enough wit to scramble backwards when Happy stalked towards him. The Tacoma Killer had a sick smile spreading across his face while stalking towards the piece of shit who hurt his wife. Happy wrapped his hands around Maggot's neck and lifting him into the air.

Maggot choked for breath and Happy laughed. The killer waited until it looked like Maggot was about to die and then released his neck. Maggot struggled to catch his breath and flinched when Opie busted a new beer bottle and handed it over to Happy.

“You thought we’d forget!” Jax yelled motioning for Tig and Half-Sack to pin the squirming Maggot down.

Happy dug the beer bottle into Maggot’s arm and when the disgrace began to wail Tig punched him again. Blood was flowing steadily from the gaping wound running towards the garage drains. Happy then went wild with the sharp glass, rapidly stabbing the man repeatedly until Opie pulled him off and knocked the bottle out of his hand.

Happy’s body shook with adrenaline and a growl worked his way up and out of his chest. The satisfaction of killing the bastard was battling his desire to drag it out. If he wasn’t itching to get back to Y/N and their unborn baby. He shook out the jitters and gladly accepted a work towel from Chibs. His clothes were a mess of blood.

Happy trekked across the lot and into the clubhouse before ripping off his clothes and shoving them into a bag. He hauled ass up the stairs in just his boxers. When he cracked open the door to his room, Gemma was sitting on his side of the bed reading a book and Y/N was curled around her plushie on top of the covers.

Gemma got off the bed, gave Happy a look and smiled when he nodded back. She pecked his cheek before heading out the door. Happy silently maneuvered through the dorm towards the shower. He rinsed his body until the water ran clear and then soaped up. Once out of the shower, he threw on clean boxers before nudging Y/N awake.

She squinted in annoyance until she realized it was him, “C’mon doll. Let’s get you ready for bed.” Happy encouraged, pulling her out of the bed and to the bathroom. He handed her a toothbrush and grabbed his, letting her lean on him sleepily while she slowly brushed her teeth. He motioned at the contact case once their teeth were clean.

Y/N was taking her contacts out when Happy asked “Music tonight?”

She bobbed her head in response, “Can you put on Florence and the Machine?”

He nodded, leaving the bathroom. Happy pulled for the fan, put the record Y/N requested on and pulled back the covers. He heard the toilet flush and looked up to see Y/N stumble back into their room. She toed out of her sweatpants and socks before snuggling under the covers up against Happy.

His arms went around her stomach and Y/N’s hands rested on top of his. He thumbed at the baby bump. It helped remind him that their baby was going to be okay and that Y/N was safe now. Y/N turned her head to nuzzle into Happy’s shoulder and breathed in his deep scent of cinnamon and sweet tobacco. Y/N dozed off to the sound of her murderous man’s heartbeat and “Never Let Me Go” playing in the background.

#sons of anarchy imagine #request #jax teller #happy lowman #happy x reader #samcro imagine #samcro x reader #sons of anarchy request #soa imagine #soa #tacoma killer #happy lowman x reader #my work #sons of anarchy

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parker-bucky · 4 years

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There you are

(Daryl Dixon x female!reader)

Summary: reader has a flashback/trauma episode and Daryl is there to help

Word count: 1.6 K

Warnings: fighting, mentions of abuse, flashback, panic attack

A/N: hey guys !! I have missed writing so much and I thought I’d come back with a new character to write with !! I based the title off of my new favorite song, There you are. This is more of a vent piece, I hope you enjoy :)) gif is not mine !!

As soon as you woke up, you knew it was an off day. Everything felt wrong, like you were floating in space. As you attempt to get up, you hear shouting coming from outside. You quickly toss on some clothes and follow Carol into the yard, searching for the center of the shouting.

“You can’t just do shit without it asking me! It’s dangerous to go out there on your own,” Rick shouts. Daryl glares back, clenching his fists.

“What is your problem man? I was jus tryin’ to help us, and I did. I found food, food we needed. So shut up and be grateful.” You freeze, eyes blowing wide.

“There are rules here Daryl, rules you need to follow.”

“I don’t see you doin anythin’ for us. I’m out there, working my ass off, to help my people, and what are you doin’? Prancing off with the Governor?”

Their voices pick up, reaching all ends of the yard, and you fucking lost it. Your body goes numb and tingly, ears ringing. Reaching out, you find something, anything, to hold onto. You feel like your underwater, shut off from the world.

Closing your eyes you whimper, stumbling away from the fight. Someone’s hand lands on your shoulder and you jump, grunting and pushing them away. Tripping, you catch yourself from the fall and start to stumble away from the fight, thrown into the past.

Doors slam as footsteps pound across the floor. Voices echo throughout the house, shouting, screaming, you run to your room and lock the door, trembling.

Your eyes snap back open, the light blinding you. You blink, adjusting to the light. Rick storms past you, fuming. You wipe your palms on your pants, trying to rid the sweat forming on them. You look up and see Daryl looking at you. All his anger is gone, replaced with concern. You quickly look away, embarrassed.

“Hey, y/n!” He calls out. He starts to walk torward you but you step away, turning to go to the guard tower. “y/n?” You stop at the edge of the ladder and wait for him to catch up.

“Hey, everything okay?” You can tell he’s worried, watching as he chews his bottom lip and pulls at his nails.

“I- yeah. Sorry, I-I’m okay, just, I want to be alone, if that’s okay?” His eyes soften and he nods, slowly stepping away. You can tell he doesn’t want to leave, but he respects your wishes.

You climb up the ladder, doing your best to ignore the shouting ringing throughout your head. You grip the railing tight, stopping midair to regain your balance. Get yourself together, god dammit. Sighing, you reach the top and climb into the tower.

Sitting against the wall you clench your eyes shut, taking a deep breath, your heart pounding. Your head pounds with each thump, making you dizzy. You shift your focus, trying to come up with anything else to think about.

Dinner, you’re helping make dinner tonight. I’m sure Carol will help out too. You helped your mom make dinner that night, you set the table, and he glared at you when you handed him his plate. She sat at the end of the table, your dad on the other side. You-

“don’t do shit around here,” she yells, staring your father down.

“You sure as hell know that’s a lie!” He slams his fist down on the table, making you jump and cower away. You push your chair away from the table, climbing down onto the floor.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He towers over you, grabbing onto your wrist in a vice grip. You cry out, trying to pull away. He lets you go, causing your to tumble to the floor.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Leave her out of this!” She stands from the table as well, glancing down at you. She’s nervous.

“What did you just say?” Her eyes widen, hands gripping the chair. You slowly back away, crawling over to the staircase.

“I’m sorry, I-“ He picks up his fork and chucks it at her but she dodges, shouting. You start climbing down the staircase, trying not to fall in your effort to move quickly. Screams echo throughout the house as they fight, the dog barking outside.

Resting your head in your hands you sigh, pressing your fingers to your temples. As if this will make it go away. You clench your fists together, digging your nails into your skin. You close your eyes once more, trying to drown out the noise.

“You can’t hide in there forever little girl,” the doorknob jiggles but the lock stays put, keeping him locked out. “Come out now, you’re just making it worse for yourself.”

Your trembling picks up as you hide in the closet, your room door slamming against its hinges. “Open the fucking door!” His fists slam against the wall and you whimper, curling in on yourself.

Your breath comes out in puffs, your hands clenching tightly, knuckles white. A tear rolls down your face and you flinch, the sound of his fist echoing in your ears. Tears make you weak.

Suddenly hands grip around yours, trying to unclench your fists. You gasp and try to pull away, petrified.

“Shh, jus’ me. You’re okay girl, it’s okay.” You shake your head, chest tightening. Your eyes focus enough to see a face, his face, staring down at you. You open your mouth you try to speak, but only a small whimper comes out.

“Jus’ breathe,” he rests his hand on your shoulder, pulling you close to him. You feel his breath on your cheek, his voice soft.

“It’s okay, jus’ take a breath. You’re ‘ere with me, you’re safe. Ain’ gonna let anythin’ bad happen to you.” You let out another small sound, gripping tightly onto his shirt.

He glares down at you, sighing.

“It was an accident, I’m sorry.” He grips your wrist tight, pulling you into the bedroom.

“Please sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, please.” He lets go of your wrist, digging around in his dresser drawer.

“Sorry isn’t good enough.” He grabs a belt from the drawer, slamming it shut. “Kneel.”

“No, please-“ you try to leave the room but he grabs you, slamming the door shut and hauling you up by your collar.

“You listen to your father when he tells you to do something. Now shut the fuck up and do as I say.”

“I don want to,” You mumble, tears rolling down your face. Daryl’s hands wrap around you and rubs your back, pressing his head atop yours.

“I know, it’s okay. You’re okay. It’ll be over soon.” He rests one of his hands behind your head, playing with your hair. “In an’ out, that’s it.”

His heartbeat is fast but steady, guiding you back to earth. Your breathing slows, grip loosening. You stay tangled together for a moment longer before he pulls away, gazing down at you.

“Better?” You nod, wiping the wetness off your face. Your checks flush and you look away, embarrassed.

“M’ sorry,” you muster out. “You shouldn’t be here-“

“Don’t. You needed me, n’ that’s okay. Ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of.” He pushes your hair out from your face and behind your ears. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t ‘ave fought with Rick, I know this shit happens an I jus’ ignored it.” He looks at your hands, guilt ridden.

“You shouldn’t feel sorry, it’s just stupid and dramatic.” He glances at you before looking back down at your hands, that concerned look growing in his eyes yet again. He grabs your hands and lays them flat in his.

“You can’t help these things, ain’t nothin’ dramatic ‘bout that. Lemmie see your ‘ands,” you look down, eyebrows furrowing. Crescent cuts littered your palms, deep and red. “Can you not feel ‘em?”

You shake your head. “I-no. I don’t remember doing that,” His fingers trail over a crescent, pressing down on it. You don’t flinch, not registering the pain. “I’m still kind of out of it, I will be for a while.” His eyes squint in concern, his touch gentle.

“Wanna talk abou’ it?” You stiffen, eyes shooting back down to the floor. “Okay, we don’ ‘ave to.” Reaching out, you wrap your arms around his neck, climbing into his lap. He stiffens for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands landing in your hair.

“Usually it isn’t this bad,” he grunts, his hand rubbing over your back. “Some days are worse than others. Even little things can send me spiraling. I don’t- it doesn’t go away. It doesn’t get better.” It’s quiet for a moment.

“It gets easier to ‘andle, I promise.” He places both of his hands on your cheeks, wiping away the last of the tears. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay.” You smile, leaning into his touch. His breath fans over your face, his hands warm on your cheeks.

You close your eyes, taking in his scent. With Daryl, these moments were scarce, something to savor. At first he’s closed off, reserved. Once he opens up, he becomes a big cuddle bug. He loves these moments, even if it can be uncomfortable for him.

You yawn, eyes fluttering. “Tired?” He shifts, causing you to latch onto him tighter. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere, don’t gotta worry.” You nod, closing your eyes and leaning into him.

His rests his head stop yours, whispering something you couldn’t quite catch. I’ll always be here.

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Tales of Woe - Scenes from S1

kiss time! yesssss. well, except everything goes downhill from there

anyhow, this week’s scenes - aftermath of an eventful evening...

1.10

Weller ushered his nephew up to his apartment, his physical body now inside the building but his mind still stuck out on the stoop. Images and emotions swirled together, with most of his consciousness locked on the memory of kissing Jane, while the rest of his brain did its best to fend off Sawyer's seemingly endless questions about what he'd seen.

"Why were you kissing her?"

"Isn't kissing kind of gross?"

"Was that your friend from when you and mom were kids?"

"Is she your girlfriend?"

Shit. He had to get that under control before they got back to the apartment and Sawyer outed him to Sarah.

But it was nearly impossible to get his thoughts in any sort of order at the moment, and Weller didn't want to outright lie to his nephew. Yet he also didn't want to face Sarah's scrutiny when he hadn't even had time to process what had just happened.

"Um, yeah, that was uh… Taylor. But she's not my girlfriend. So that was kind of a surprise," Weller finally replied, doing his best to focus his attention on the present.

"Oh. So she wants to be your girlfriend," Sawyer concluded.

His nephew was only nine but he'd pretty much nailed the question in the centre of Kurt's mind.

"Er. I don't know. We're going to have to talk about that," he said.

"You think we could not tell your mom about this until I figure that out?"

Sawyer gave him a blank look and for a moment Weller thought he was going to have to bribe the kid to keep him quiet. But then his nephew nodded sagely, and made a confession of his own.

"A girl in my class kissed me last year. I didn't tell mom either."

"She would have made a big deal about it."

Kurt grinned and ruffled Sawyer's hair. He figured that was a fairly normal thing for a boy that age to keep secret from his mom. And it certainly helped him out in the whole scheme of things.

"Yeah. That's kind of what I was thinking," Weller replied, with a breath of relief.

They entered the apartment and, true to his word, Sawyer ran off back to his favourite game without any mention of what he'd seen. Sarah was in the kitchen prepping things for dinner and barely looked up when they came in so Kurt started putting groceries away, hoping to hide the fact that he was in complete turmoil.

Weller was halfway through unloading the bag when he jolted, realizing suddenly that he'd just let Jane go off without her detail after giving her shit for sneaking out. For a full minute he stood there staring at a can of beans, stuck between running after her futilely and calling her right then, even though she most likely hadn't brought her phone on her illicit mission.

"Kurt?"

Shit. Busted.

He had no idea what Sarah had just asked him so Weller looked up blankly, trying to push the sudden panic out of his throat. His instinct was to sprint out the door and drive all her possible routes home but he had enough sense to resist immediately giving into his anxious impulses. Though mostly because he'd have to explain his behaviour to his sister, which could then easily lead to Sawyer spilling his secret.

"I asked if you wanted white rice or brown rice?"

"Oh. Brown please."

Weller finally put the can of beans down and tried to shake himself out of the moment. He forced back his emotions by repeatedly telling himself that Jane could take care of herself. Anyone that tried to attack her would regret their decision immediately. Also, he was already too late to catch up with her, so it would likely be a wild Jane chase that would require ditching dinner and lying about everything.

It took a lot of effort to turn his attention to cooking, but with Sarah insisting on helping him, Weller did his best to not let his mind drift. Yet still he constantly found himself lost in the memory of Jane's mouth coming up to meet his; how it felt, finally kissing her after desiring it for so long.

A huge part of him wanted to drive over to her safe house after dinner and experience that feeling again. Despite where that was likely to lead, including all the complications it would create. It had felt so right with Jane, more so than it ever had with anyone else. Which really wasn't surprising considering the way they'd fit together perfectly, right from the start.

Dinner was a complete blur but thankfully Sarah was questioning Sawyer about a school presentation due the next day so Kurt got away with fixating on what had happened and what he should do next. Jane had said she'd see him tomorrow and that was definitely the wisest course of action. Yet he absolutely could not stop thinking about her and waiting until the next day to see her again seemed torturous.

"Kurt?"

Dammit. Caught again.

He looked up blankly at Sarah, who was giving him a suspicious look. Sawyer, on the other hand, was grinning at him slyly.

"Sorry, I've been thinking about a case," he said, figuring it wasn't entirely a lie.

His sister was still eyeing him strangely but in the end she just shook her head at his inattention.

"Must be some case," she commented.

He couldn't quite tell if she suspected what was going on in his head but forced himself to swallow his instant defensiveness. He didn't need to give Sarah any more indication of where his mind had been during the meal.

"Yeah, sorry," Kurt repeated. "My head's not here right now. Why don't you guys go work on that project and I'll clean up dinner."

Again, Sarah flashed him a funny look but was, thankfully, more concerned about helping Sawyer practice his presentation than quizzing Kurt on his odd behaviour. He breathed a sigh of relief when they headed off and left him to deal with the dishes.

As soon as he was alone, Weller pulled out his phone and stared at it for a moment. He knew he should call first, before making any rash moves. Yet he didn't feel ready to address what had happened between them. Telling her the truth about his feelings seemed risky to the extreme. Even though she'd been the one on his doorstep initiating the kiss, it still didn't seem prudent to tell her that she had completely blown his mind.

He finally dialled her number, his heart pounding in his ears. And when the call went through to her voicemail, Weller felt more deflated than he should have been.

He'd really wanted to talk to her – partly to make sure she'd gotten home okay but mostly just to hear her voice. It was hard not to think that she was avoiding his call and didn't want to talk to him. Which was stupidly crushing despite everything that had happened between them that night.

Weller hung up after leaving a message and stared blankly out the window. Resisting the urge to dial again, he put the phone down and clenched his hands into fists. Going over to her safe house now would certainly get her detail gossiping about his late night visit.

Forcing back both his worry and his desire, Kurt decided the best course of action was to pour himself a drink. Sitting down at the couch, he sipped at his whiskey and tried to drown out all of his impulses.

He shouldn't drive over there, no matter how much he wanted to see her. So Weller forced himself to stay planted on his sofa, trying not to stare at his phone. Instead, he slugged back the rest of his shot and let his mind drift back to where it had been all night. At the memory of Jane's body, tight against his, and the taste of her mouth on his lips.

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Jane crawled in the window of the safe house and immediately collapsed to the ground, shaking.

It was as if all the physical and mental shock hit her at once, as soon as she made it back inside. Her lungs still burned with the pain of aspirated water and she was unnaturally cold even though she'd run most of the way back and was finally almost dry.

Shivering on the floor, Jane curled up into herself like she had the first night of her new existence. It seemed absurd that she now wanted to return to that state of innocence, without a single memory or revelation about her past. After all that time and so much effort, it had turned out to be better not knowing anything at all.

Who the hell had she been?

What kind of person would voluntarily choose to do this to herself?

While it was still possible that her former self had been forced to make that video and that none of it was true, Jane had an ominous sense that it was. Oscar's tattoo had gone a long way in making her believe his story and the video he'd shown her. They'd been engaged, presumably in love. She remembered feeling regretful when returning the ring, knowing that he would be upset with her decision.

Jane groaned, desperately wanting to believe that it was all a ruse. She'd already had so many doubts about her past, even before that night's mindblowing revelation. Now she hated the mere thought of who she had been. Especially as all the implications kept flooding through her.

She had done this, planned this all. Purposely involved Kurt in it for some reason, probably a nefarious one. Oscar had been short on details, yet had implied that her team was involved in something illegal. But the idea that Weller was anything but an honest FBI agent seemed completely insane.

God. Had it really only been hours since she'd kissed him?

It felt like a lifetime had passed, especially the time spent being waterboarded by Tom Carter. Jane shuddered again just at the memory of it; the terror of being unable to breathe, feeling like she was drowning. She noted again that she felt frozen despite finally being dry. Knowing that she needed to get warm, Jane tried to push her way off the floor. But it was as if all the trauma of being physically tortured then emotionally devastated had finally caught up to her and she was stuck in her position.

Images of the night kept flashing through her mind, like a frantic slideshow whirling out of control. Sitting on his doorstep, nervous but determined. Walking away from his place, lost in the memory of her lips against his. Being grabbed and thrown in a van before she even had a chance to react. Then the bag and the water and the drill. The gunshots. Oscar and the video.

Jane felt herself starting to hyperventilate as the cycle of images wouldn't stop; always culminating with that picture of herself, telling her that this was all her idea. Even the thought of betraying her team and being a mole was devastating. She owed them so much and trusted them completely. Especially Weller.

Weller.

A part of her still wanted to see him, even though the idea of telling him what had happened was unthinkable. Because, more than anything, Jane needed comfort at that moment and he was her only source for it. The thought of his warmth wrapped around her shaking body was almost inviting enough to push away the horror of the other thought, the one that had been plaguing her ever since she'd seen that video.

What if Weller found out that she was a terrible person, who'd plotted her way into his life? He would obviously despise her, even if she really was Taylor.

Jane moaned again, desperately wishing that it had all been a dream. There had certainly been an unreal quality to her night, yet her misery and self-hatred were entirely too real.

She was about to spin back into the same cycle of remorse and despair when a familiar noise finally broke through her consciousness. It was her cell phone, which she'd left at the safe house so her movements wouldn't be traceable.

A part of her registered that it was the middle of the night by now, so any call would likely be important. Yet still it seemed impossible to get up and answer the phone.

Eventually Jane waited long enough and the ringing stopped, but now that question was occupying a piece of her mind as well. Who was calling her so late? A part of her worried that it was Oscar, or someone else involved in the conspiracy she was tied to.

Trying to get her limbs back under control, Jane growled at her own weakness. The events of the evening had finally caught up to her, especially the stress her body had been put under. But she didn't have time to cry about it, or tremor alone on the floor. Especially if her phone was ringing at that hour.

As if in a trance, Jane found herself pushing herself onto her elbows first then onto her knees. After that, she somehow managed to get to her feet and stumbled towards the phone, feeling as if she wasn't inhabiting her own body. Everything seemed so unreal still; her entire world had collapsed to reveal something she'd never expected.

Jane finally got to her cell and saw that she had missed a number of calls from Weller. Just seeing his name on the screen made her heart clench with dismay. She couldn't talk to him; he would immediately know that something was wrong.

As she listened to her voicemails, Jane's roiling mind went into overdrive, trying to come up with a solution. If she didn't answer at all Weller was liable to show up at her door, despite the time - he certainly sounded concerned enough. Which would then lead to all sorts of complications she couldn't face at the moment.

It seemed to take forever before the obvious answer finally made its way through her anxiety. She could send him a text to let him know she was safe and put off talking to him until she'd had more time to recover.

Somehow Jane forced her fingers to operate the phone and managed to cobble together an excuse for not answering for so long. Even though she was still shaking, unable to get warm despite being dry and safe.

Sorry, out thinking, no phone. Home now. Talk to you tomorrow.

Goodnight. See you in the morning, Weller replied immediately.

Jane pictured him at home, up late worrying about her. The image, along with the text would normally have made her feel warm, though a little guilty too. Now, she could only think what he would say if he knew who she really was.

He'd hate me, she thought once more.

As much as I hate myself.

Goodnight, Jane texted back, even though it was clear she wasn't going to be doing any sleeping. She could only hope that Weller would be able to get some rest, after keeping him up so late. As for herself, she had hours left to spend ruminating on what had happened and what she was going to do.

The images still wouldn't stop pouring through her mind, forcing her to relive her terror at being repeatedly drowned, then threatened with a drill, then shown that video. And yet there was that other memory too, that brought on a different sort of panic. Reaching up towards Kurt; seeking comfort in the warm sensation of his lips on her mouth, the feeling of his body right up against hers.

She wanted that, wanted him. But not if it was part of a plot. And definitely not if he was going to get hurt.

Jane realized that tears had started to slip down her cheeks and she didn't have the energy to push them back. Soon they were pouring out and and she didn't bother to try controlling them or even wiping them away. Curling up on the couch, Jane just kept sobbing until her lungs ached and daylight was peering through the blinds.

Opening her eyes and groaning at the light, Jane peeled herself off the sofa and stood in a burning hot shower, trying to wash the dirty feeling from her skin. Yet she didn't feel any more cleansed when she emerged from the water, nor had it lifted any of the heaviness in her soul.

Whatever had happened to her, it was obviously all her own fault. Now all she could do was protect everyone from the fallout of what she'd done. No matter what it took, she wasn't going to let any of them get hurt.

Whoever she'd been before the memory wipe, that wasn't who she was anymore. And this version of her wasn't going to let anyone hurt the people that she loved. Not even herself.

#blindspot #blindspot fanfic #blindspot rewatch #s1fic #i wrote this

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Unfinished Business - F!Sam x MC Fanfiction

Summary: When Sam Dalton is caught in a scandal, Anna Schuyler is the only one who can help her. But will her former nanny be able to leave the past behind?

"Samantha Dalton was like one of good dreams you don't want to wake up from. You close your eyes, you force your brain to remember every minor detail, you begin to imagine what comes next... hoping to be in control. You want to fall asleep again. You want it to continue, but it's too late now. You're wide awake."

Genre: Angst, Romance

Notes: Hell yeah, three ongoing multichapter fics. I'm so screwed 😎

Tag List: If you wish to be tagged in future chapters and fics of this pairing, let me know.

"I can't do this anymore, Sam," Anna did the best to avoid her eyes. With the right look, they could melt the ice that had formed around her heart for the last few weeks. One look could make things warm again, but only for some time. Time enough for her to open up and fall in love once more, immediately followed by the realization all of that was nothing more than an illusion. She'd be fooling herself again.

This time she just had enough. It was the end.

"Anna, I'm sorry," the CEO didn't know very well what to say. Despite her usual calm voice tone, Anna could sense the nervousness in her words. "But Sofia is my wife."

"And I'm only the nanny."

"This is not what I meant. We just... we allowed ourselves to get too carried away. It was good while it lasted but now, we must face reality."

It was just a dream. Samantha Dalton was like one of good dreams you don't want to wake up from. You close your eyes, you force your brain to remember every minor detail, you begin to imagine what comes next... hoping to be in control. You want to fall asleep again. You want it to continue, but it's too late now. You're wide awake.

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Anna collected her stuff from the desk, giving one last emotional glance to the classroom in front of her. Before leaving for Summer, her fourth grade students had prepared her a small surprise. A little party with cake, snacks and a "Thank You, Ms. Schuyler" sign hanging in the back of the room. They also drew her some cards, which she saved for when she got home. It could become very emotional for her workplace.

"Anna," the principal appeared at the door, catching her attention, "I came here to congratulate you. It was your first year as a Science teacher in our school and you captivated all the kids, as well as their parents."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Rockwell," Anna smiled. "I love working with children and now I see I made the right decision taking this job. This year was the most rewarding experience of my life."

"So we can expect you to return next year? I'm sorry, the parents keep me asking this question all the time."

"Absolutely!"

"They'll be glad to hear that. Have a nice Summer, Ms. Schuyler."

After living in New York for the last two years, Anna was finally ready to drive to her mother's home in Rhode Island. They both had saved enough money for a road trip across the country. Her mom deserved to live that dream after caring for her ill step-dad for some long months, until his recovery.

When she arrived at her apartment, her best friend, Jenny, was still at work. What meant she'd have enough time to finish packing without having to stop to hear the latest gossip about the company she worked for, or unsolicited dating advice.

"But first," Anna pulled the small pile of cards from inside her purse, "let me cry my eyeballs out."

And she did. She learned how to love and connect to each one of her students. Those cards need to be kept in a special place, where she'd always be able to read them and remember the sweet moments she shared with those children.

Grabbing a box in her closet, Anna accidentally came across a picture of the Dalton twins. She didn't even remember where she had placed it, when she was getting rid of everything related to that family. All she wanted was to keep those boys' memory out of sight. She missed them too much for words. They were the reason why she accepted that job as a teacher in first place.

"I wonder how different they must look now," she thought. "They're already nine."

With a tightness in her chest, Anna placed the picture back in its secret spot.

"I still can't believe you're really going!" Later that evening, Jenny complained in the living room, where she divided her attention between painting her nails and watch TV.

"Well, it's time for you to come with terms with that. I'm only returning by the end of Summer," Anna responded from the kitchen, while she finished washing the dishes.

"Anna, we could have the Summer of our lives. Think about all the hot men and women you could meet, all the parties we could attend..."

"I promised my mom, okay? We've been planning this trip since I finished college."

Jenny was suddenly teleported back to her side, wrapping her arms around her like a clingy teddy bear.

"But I'm gonna miss you," she spoke with a mournful voice.

"I'll miss you too," Anna assured her. "I'll keep you updated on every detail. Don't worry."

"I know your mom is going with you but... Anna, it's time for you to find someone. Even if it's only a one night stand."

"This is not the main purpose of this trip. This isn't about my sex life, I want my mom to relax."

"It has been two years, for god's sake."

"I know. And I'm glad I've set my priorities straight, I live with my best friend in a nice apartment, I got this amazing job and I love my students. I don't need anyone else in my life to be happy. I am happy."

Jenny rolled her eyes, crawling back to the couch. She should know it was useless to bring up this subject. Anna's heart was indefinitely closed for balance. If that was one thing she learned from her last experience was that shouldn't open up so easily.

"Shut the hell up!"

Jenny yelling so loud in the living room, made Anna almost drop the plate she was holding.

"You need to come here right now and watch this," she added.

"I'm sorry, Jenny. You're not getting me into that steamy TV show you're always obsessing about."

"It's a really good TV show, okay? But it doesn't matter at the moment. You need to watch the latest news!"

Jenny was actually watching the news. Nothing good could've happened to spark that sudden interest. That had to be something stupid or celebrity gossip. Against her best judgment, Anna approached the TV.

"If that's something silly, I'll kill you for interrupting my tasks!" Anna's mouth suddenly dropped when she read the headline on her screen. "Oh."

"Dalton Enterprises Scandal: CEO Sam Dalton accused of insider trading."

Images of police officers closing the company and carrying out boxes and computers for further investigation appeared on the screen. As well as Sam being conducted to the officer's car while journalists and photographers chased after her.

"Karma's a bitch, huh?! Mrs. Perfect is going down!"

Anna didn't answer to her best friend. She was still trying to process what her eyes were watching. Her heart seemed to stop for a second as the camera focused on Sam's face. In just a few seconds, her eyes had the desperate need to capture every detail. She wanted to know if she looked any different, if she had changed her hair or even her clothes. She wanted to know if some make-up was trying to hide the bags under her eyes for lack of sleep, or if she had been so happy with her marriage she was appearing even younger. Any minor signs that would make her mind create a possible scenario of what Sam's life could be right now.

She hadn't seen or heard of Samantha since quitting her nanny job. Though it was difficult, she managed to avoid any news related to the Dalton Enterprises CEO. They didn't part in good terms, yet one thing she was sure about, Sam was a decent person. She would never get involved in such a scandal. She had a reputation to keep.

"I... I don't know what to say," Anna was finally able to mumble some words. "Honestly I don't think she'd do that. There must be a misunderstanding."

"Anna! Are you seriously defending her?! After everything she's done to you?"

"No. I just..." Two years had passed since the wedding. Anna realized a lot could've changed. Sam could've changed. She had changed. "Maybe you're right."

As she lied in bed, millions of thoughts started running through her mind. What would be of the boys? Who would have their custody in case Sam went to jail, her parents or Sofia? Could Sofia or Robin have any involvement in that scandal?

Anna didn't get any sleep that night. When she woke up in the morning she was still exhausted.

The apartment was silent and peaceful. Jenny had already left to work. She was alone. No one would witness or even judge her next action. After preparing herself some coffee she sat down and started to research more about the insider trading scandal.

"I'm not interested, only curious," she mentally assured herself as thousands of articles started showing on her laptop screen.

Not only Sam was being accused to cheat on Sofia with another woman, but she tried to cover up the affair by giving her mistress a check to purchase Dalton Enterprises stocks. The launch of a new and revolutionary product in the coming weeks would surely grant her some cash. In the following days of the launch, the woman and her husband made millions of dollars.

"What have you gotten yourself into, Sam?"

The trials were scheduled for the next few weeks, and in case of conviction, the CEO could spend over 20 years in prison.

Only a couple of days later, Anna was in the garage placing all her luggage inside the trunk. She had to leave immediately, for her own sanity. The scandal was a great reason to stay away from New York City. The television wouldn't stop talking about that subject, or show the face of the woman she once loved.

"Dammit," entering the car, Anna noticed she had forgotten her cell phone upstairs. The latest events had impacted her more than they should. She was constantly distracted and anxious, secretly following the last developments of the case.

She picked up her phone, returned to the car and turned on the radio. Playing some loud music always helped her to relax. The crowded streets and the buildings slowly started to stay behind as the road approached.

"And I'm here, to remind you of the mess you left..."

Anna sang aloud, completely involved by the song. And then, her eyes almost missed it. Through the rearview mirror she saw a blur moving on the back seat.

"What the..." she needed to remain calm and act cautiously. The roads were impressively calm and deserted, a perfect scenario for murder, like in every horror movie. She slowly slipped her hand into her purse, grabbing the pepper spray. "I'm not one of those chicks who die so easily."

In one sudden fast move, she stomped on the breaks and turned around, spraying whoever was hiding behind her seat.

"Anna!" She was able to take a better look. The figure was wearing a hoodie and sunglasses. "Stop, please!"

She was able to recognize that voice even among millions of people. The years hadn't erased it from her memories.

"S-Sam..." Anna pulled the disguise, confirming her suspicions, "what are doing here? In my back seat?"

"I can explain."

"You better."

She returned to the driver's seat, attempting to relax. Samantha Dalton was inside her car, for some very screwed up reason.

"I know it's strange," and now she had moved to the passenger seat, being at a short distance from her. Close enough to notice how her presence was making her nervous. Close enough to notice she wasn't breathing. Close enough to see her hands shaking. "But I needed you to hear me."

"You could've called, Samantha. Or even showed up at my door! You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"You wouldn't answer. Would you?"

And that was it. One look and all the walls melted away. Her heart started beating faster, reminding her of the moments they shared two years before.

"No," Anna answered, fighting those feelings. "I wouldn't."

"I need your help, Anna," Sam touched her arm briefly, but enough to know she'd cause impact. "I'm in serious trouble and you're the only one that can help me."

#playchoices #the nanny affair #sam dalton #sam dalton x mc #sam x mc #f!sam dalton x mc #f!sam x mc #the nanny affair fanfiction #tna fanfiction #unfinished business #choices stories you play

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embeanwrites · 4 years

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Finding Home Gavin Reed x Reader

Chapter 5

First chapter, previous chapter

Thursday went by slowly. Neither Nines nor Gavin came to my office during lunch that day. Which after Wednesday’s fiasco, that made sense. I woke up Friday morning once again feeling nervous. My dad and Connor were coming to my office to help me rearrange the furniture. I also had a box in the corner of my room of decorations I wanted for my office. It was 10 am, my dad was probably awake, right? I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contact list till I found his name, clicking his name and I waited for him to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hey dad, it’s (Y/n). I was wondering if you guys could pick me up before heading to the university. I have some decorations I want to bring to my office.”

“Yeah, sure. We can pick you up in like half an hour? Connor’s taking Sumo for a walk right now.” He said with a chuckle.

“That works, Connor knows my apartment building, so just send me a message when you guys get here!” We both said bye and hung up.

I moved the box closer to the front door and lounged on the couch, pulling out my phone to pass the time. I thought about looking Gavin up on social media, but that felt like a huge overstep of boundaries. Plus, I don’t even like him, it doesn’t matter to me whether or not he comes to my office anyway. While debating what I wanted to do Connor sent me a message saying they were here. I quickly put my phone in my pocket, grabbed my box, and headed downstairs.

Walking up to my dad’s car I saw Connor had already moved to the back seat. I got into the passenger seat and turned around to look at him.

“Connor, you don’t always have to sit in the back.” Connor was wearing a plain gray t-shirt and jeans. It was strange seeing him in casual clothes. My dad was in an ugly Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. I wrinkled my nose at his outfit. “What are you wearing?”

“Are you kidding? This is a great outfit.” My dad said defensively.

“I mean, it’s a great outfit if you want to get mistaken for an off-brand Jimmy Buffett.” I said with a laugh, my dad just shook his head and started driving towards the university.

“What all do you have in the box?” Connor asked.

“Some photos, gifts from friends before I left, and a few random knick knacks. Just things to make my office feel more like me.”

“God, I remember your room when you were a kid, you hung on to everything. Movie tickets, napkins with drawings on it, anything you could save you would, and you would tack it up on your wall.” My dad said with a laugh.

“That followed me until I started college and got sick of taking them down every 8 months.” I looked down in my box. I realized quickly I had a picture of me and mom in a frame for my desk, but not one of me and my dad. Should I hide it? Should I act surprised when I notice it?

“(Y/n), I’ve noticed that your heart rhythm has sped up in the past 20 seconds. Are you okay?” Connor spoke from the back seat, my dad quickly glanced over to me and back towards the street.

“I’m fine. I was just thinking about some of my stuff. I think I lost a couple of things in the move.” I quickly shook my head and glanced at Connor through the rearview mirror. His LED flickered yellow. He could probably tell I was lying, but I just hoped he wouldn’t say anything about it.

“Well, I’m sure they’ll turn up.” My dad said as he pulled into a parking spot. I quickly got out with my box before they could ask any more questions.

“My office is on the second floor of this building. Do you guys want to take the elevator?” I asked as Connor walked ahead to get the building door.

“What do you think because I’m old I can’t take a couple flights of stairs?” My dad scoffed and I laughed.

“I’m just making sure, old man!” I said, I looked at Connor and gave him a mischievous smile. “Hey Connor?”

“Yes (Y/n)?” He tilted his head.

“I’ll race ya!” I shouted as I started taking the stairs two at a time. It took him no time to catch up and pass me, but I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw the serious look on his face.

“God dammit you two!” My dad shouted at us as we ran up the stairs, causing me to laugh more.

When I reached the second floor, I quickly put my arm on Connor’s shoulder and pretended to be blowing on my nails. In the corner of my eye I saw his LED flash yellow, but he didn’t say anything. My dad panted as he reached the top of the stairs, he glared at both of us and I couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Screw you two.” My dad huffed, he leaned over to look behind us and he suddenly had a confused look on his face. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I whipped around and saw Gavin standing outside my office.

“Oh, is Nines here too? I forgot to send him a message that I would be too busy to discuss sociology today.” I walked towards him, but he kept his eyes on my dad and Connor.

“Ah no, he’s running interrogations right now with Chris, they didn’t need me, so I wanted to come talk to you about the other day.”

“We’re rearranging and decorating (Y/n)’s office, do you want to help?” Connor asked quickly.

“I don’t really have a lot of time...” Gavin rubbed the back of his neck.

“Um…here! Let me give you my card and you can text me and we can find a time to talk if you want.” I reached into my wallet and handed him my card.

“Okay, yeah that’s fine. I’m sorry to put a wrench in your guys’ plan.” Gavin quickly waved and walked off in the opposite direction.

“That was weird.” My dad said. I shrugged my shoulders, honestly not knowing how to respond to what just happened. I balanced my box on my hip and unlocked my office. “So, what do you want moved?”

“Well, I was hoping to have my desk facing the side wall instead of towards the door and the chairs placed across. The couch can go against the wall by the door.” I sat the box down on the floor.

“Alright, Connor help me move the desk, (Y/n) get the chairs out of the way.” The three of us got to work, it honestly didn’t take very long, and I began unpacking my box on my desk. “Are those real books?” My dad asked taking one off of the shelves.

“Yeah, that one’s my book actually.” He flipped around and looked at me.

“Really?” Connor walked over to my dad to look at the book.

“Yeah, I had to publish my articles in order to get my PhD. It’s really a collection of my theories, not like an actual book. It’s not for sale anywhere. At least not yet.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

“Could I borrow it?” My dad asked me softly, his face was stoic as he looked at me. I quickly nodded.

“Yeah I have copies of all of the articles on my computer.” I looked away and started unpacking. I had a dumb little bobble head of the Iron Giant that one of my students gave me after I made them watch that movie as homework when I was a graduate assistant. I sat it by my computer, wondering if there was room in my syllabus to do that assignment again. I pulled out a couple pictures of friends from school and one of me with my first class. I looked at the one of me and mom. I took a deep breath and sat it down with the others. I spared a glance upwards; my dad was looking through my book and Connor was staring at me.

“Is that your mother?” My dad’s head shot up and looked over.

“Yes.” I said softly. They both walked closer to me to look at the picture. I felt my eyes start to pool with tears and I shook my head, trying to clear the bad feeling away, but when I opened my mouth to answer the words got stuck in my throat. I felt the tears start running down my cheeks.

“Have you talked to her since you got here?” My dad asked softly. He really didn’t know. I wanted to answer, but I couldn’t.

“Excuse me.” I rasped and pushed past them out of my office.

I think my dad tried to go after me, but Connor must have held him back. I exited the building and sat against one of the brick walls. I tried to calm my breathing, inhaling in big gulps of fresh air, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I wiped my eyes so I could read the notification without tears blurring my vision. There was an email from the university talking about the new semester, but underneath a text from an unsaved number.

this is gavin

He sent that five minutes ago. What are the odds he’s still here? I bit my lip and tried to keep my hands from shaking.

Are you still nearby?

yeah why

Where?

im in the parking lot. i can see u crying

I quickly looked up. I scanned the cars for a moment, but I saw a gray Jeep with someone waving. I stood up and looked back at the door. Neither Connor nor my dad had come to find me. I walked over to his car and opened the passenger door and climbed in. I glanced over at him; he was staring at me. I quickly wiped my tears. Gavin cleared his throat.

“You okay?” I couldn’t look at him, I was so embarrassed.

“Yes…no…I don’t know.” I put my hands over my face as I choked back a sob.

“Connor said you like cats, right?” I turned my head and looked at him. He was staring at me with pity which just made me feel worse. I couldn’t even bring myself to respond so I just nodded. “Do you want to come meet my cats?”

“Okay.” I said softly. Gavin nodded and started his car.

#gavin reed x reader #gavin reed #detroit become human #hank anderson #dbh #connor is like a son to hank #connor rk800 #dbh nines #x reader #fan fiction #gavin reed has three cats

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bladekindeyewear · 4 years

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HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2020-04-13

Happy 4/13 upd8! Glimpsed part of the title when I was checking but otherwise blind.

Time to liveblog this quickly and pile into RevScarecrow’s first-readthrough stream of Cascade. It REALLY hurts to see him tortured having to read through long conversations with dyslexia, but at least he gets to draw purer enjoyment out of the huge flashes.

EDIT: Added an important clarification from a friend to the bottom, regarding the tail end of the upd8.

Well here we go. Whose daughter? Candy Vrissy as Rose/Kanaya’s? Or some weirder metaphorical Roxy/RoboRose thing.

> CHAPTER 8. A Daughter Astray

Huh, not where I thought we’d start a chapter named like that. We can’t leave Candy so soon after cutting to it though.

JANE: Assassinations, open warfare, so-called "revolution," and where has everyone gone? JANE: They've ABANDONED me. They've taken our precious son. And now...

Are we going to see some of the beginnings of John’s plan in action, from her perspective?

> (==>)

Steven King novels??? Like an IT joke? Sure, I guess?

DIRK: Itadakimasu.

I mean he would. Especially the Jake-imagined version of him.

JANE: "An eye for an eye." JANE: Once we have rescued our son from their clutches, I'm going to take something of my own; something as valuable to the rebellion as Tavvy is to me. JANE: Two can play at the hostage game. That loathsome daughter of theirs should fit the bill nicely.

Okay. That’s certainly a plan, I guess.

Wow, she really runs everything by the seat of her pants, doesn’t she.

(She seems less murderous than usual now that the spotlight of HS^2 is on her instead of Epilogue darkness, though, all things considered. Walking back some of the negativity of the Epilogues in general. That’s the impression I get anyway.)

> (Kids: Converse.)

Vriska, come on.

--Oh! Oh and there’s:

That middle photo! Harry, Roxy, and Calliope hanging out, yes! Glad to see Candy Roxy and Callie were definitely not as distant as they appeared throughout the Epilogues when we were being convinced everything was going out-of-character as a Meat!Callie-written fanfic instead of what Roxy would plausibly actually do. (Which... it kinda was, so they need to soften the blow by showing not everything was ruined by the way it was written.)

((And there are lots of cats everywhere, but this is outside Harry’s room so it’s all Roxy, no classpect.))

HARRY ANDERSON: so... HARRY ANDERSON: um. vriska? VRISKA: The one and o........ VRISKA: (Ughhhhhhhh) VRISKA: I mean, yeah. That's me!!!!!!!!

It’s hard to get enough of Vriska’s irritation with her reduced relevance.

VRISKA: From now on your name is just Harry. HARRY: o... k?

Dick move, but I have to thank you for shortening his chat handle there.

HARRY: but um, yeah. john and roxy are my parents.

Yeah, deal with that, Vriska. Nice job wooing John. :)

Aaaand then Harry’s Egbert genes kick in and he starts going off on a tangent describing a piece of media he likes with a situation barely mappable onto this one.

HARRY: ok, so have you ever seen the musical calamity jane? HARRY: i guess you probably haven't. HARRY: but so there's this part at the beginning, where the title character comes back from chicago, and she talks to all of the old-timey locals about how bizarre and new-fangled everything was, and VRISKA: Godddddddd it really is like talking to teenage John all over again. VRISKA: No I haven't seen Chastity Jane or whatever the stupid title was. It sounds like a total snooze!!!!!!!!

Calamity Jane and Chastity Jane. Probably means nothing.

VRISKA: And anyway, what are you trying to say? VRISKA: That I sound outd8ed?

HA. Now you’re a boomer! Eat that Vriska.

HARRY: i mean, we've done stage fighting before, but never the real stuff. HARRY: but i bet i could learn. i took kickboxing with my mom for a month and half when i was nine.

Yaaay Roxy-style martial ar-- oh wait only a month and a half, huh?

We’ll have to see if he’s really as inexperienced and kinda-thinking-too-well-of-himself as he looks, or if this is all just a joke setup for when he proves to be pretty combat capable later.

VRISKA: He totally freaked out the first time I told him I killed some8ody. HARRY: haha, that sounds like my dad.

Harry and Vrissy look clearer together by the minute, dynamic-ways.

But now he's not so sure. Ever since hearing that one of his dad's old friends had turned up, that border between past and present has felt fainter by the minute. And as they talk, he begins to think that Vriska seems so much... fresher. More real. An actual, authentic, bona fide god from another universe. Harry can’t imagine his dad even talking to someone like her, let alone punching her in the face.

Freaking out about murder, though; that's definitely something Harry can see his father doing.

Kind of like a fresh breath of relevance, huh? I mean Vriska had to carry a little in with her.

HARRY: i'm not allowed ONE vriska in my bedroom. HARRY: i don't even want to THINK about how much trouble i'll be in if she finds out i had TWO of them up there.

PFFFF.

And Roxy grew up the kind of mom to set those limits, huh? Nice. She’s definitely proving a less lonely and inscrutable mom than she was to Rose. (And Rose had the additional disadvantages of Horrorterror- and Gamzee-induced fear- and certainty-amplification to help drive her to believe her mother hated her, on TOP of all of Mom’s glaring flaws/abuses vis-a-vis drunken responsibility-aversion.)

HARRY: of course i am freaking out vriska! HARRY: i'm freaking out what i think is probably a good amount about this. the fashionable amount of freaking out.

I’m starting to really take a liking to this asshole.

HARRY: he's going to absolutely flip his fucking lid if he ever finds out about this!! HARRY: or worse, it might just make him as miserable as before, and he'll be really disappointed in me, and then he'll just leave again, or... or SOMETHING!!

Auugh. God damnit, Past!John, raising him to believe this. Luckily, Current!John will most likely disabuse him of the notion at least SOMEWHAT by the end of this story.

BECAUSE JELLICLES CAN AND JEEEEEEELLICLES DO JELLICLES DO AND JELLICLES CAN JELLICLES CAN AND JEEEEEELLICLES HARRY: oh fuck.

Why is he hiding the CATS poster in his room, but has a whole ringtone set up with it? Either a global one or a John-specific one?

Is it John-specific because he has to outwardly play it cool about how much he loves and needs his dad, just like Cats?

VRISSY: Check it out, someone's already cospl8ying my fit from tod8y.

Oh nice! Inborn popularity at work.

VRISSY: Good? It's Infuri8ing!!!!!!!! VRISSY: UGH! So many f8ke accounts pretending to 8e me. Stealing my hard-earned Clout. Fakey f8ke F8KES.

Mhmm, why give up any attention? She wouldn’t want to share it.

VRISSY: Damn Right it's import8nt Tavros! Image is a8out as Important as it gets.

(classpect blah blah)

VRISSY: Relax Tavvy. VRISSY: You're starting to Sweat Nervously. You know I H8te it when you Swe8t Nervously. TAVROS: Thank you,, VRISSY: Th8t wasn't a Fucking H8mance Complim8nt, I do genuinely Hate it and not in a Fun Way. TAVROS: Oh,, TAVROS: I'm,, sorry,,,, VRISSY: Ugh. Whatever. VRISSY: I'm just... 8eing a 8itch. Forget about it.

Look how INCREDIBLY much more mature Vrissy is right here than Vriska ever was.

And Vrissy’s understandably a lot more worried than we are about Vriska moving in on Harry. Even though with Vriska’s experience she would hardly be likely to see anything in him to--

Oh. Fuck, what am I saying. Of COURSE Vriska would be tempted to move in if it meant stealing attention from Vrissy. I keep forgetting this is ORIGINAL VRISKA we’re talking about. That’s got to be a conflict at some point, right?

TAVROS: I know you don't like to talk about these kinds of things,, TAVROS: Having said, on previous occasions, stuff like,, TAVROS: "Feelings are for adults and babies, not real people," TAVROS: And i'm not,, necessarily, saying that you have some unaddressed feelings, TAVROS: But,, maybe if we're going to be around her, TAVROS: You should try to be honest, about the feelings, that you don't have,,

Nailed it like a true Tavros.

VRISSY: It's Something about the W8y she Looks at him. VRISSY: The Rest of us too. VRISSY: Like we're not even Real.

That’s right. Making it important that you be extra careful that she doesn’t hurt you, because she’ll undoubtably or neglectfully TRY.

VRISSY: And to 8e Honest, I think I Understand why! VRISSY: Everything Here is so dwee8ish and 8oring!!!!!!!!

A little more complicated than that, Vrissy.

TAVROS: Because you're worried harry anderson thinks she's cooler than you,, TAVROS: Because you're jealous,,,, VRISSY: W8. VRISSY: What? VRISSY: No! VRISSY: Tavros, were you Listening to 8NYTHING I was Just Saying? VRISSY: I'm not worried a8out Harry Fucking 8nderson right now! VRISSY: Hell, I'm so Unconcerned that I think I'm going to start just calling him Harry from now on! It'll Save Everyone a lot of Valua8le Time! VRISSY: Listen Tavros, Vriska will get 8ored of Harry in a Heart8eat! VRISSY: That's the whole point!!!!!!!! VRISSY: She shouldn't 8e w8sting her Time on someone like Him! VRISSY: SHE SHOULD BE T8LKING T8 ME!!!!!!!!

Hm, jealous of the attention Vriska’s giving Harry, not the other way around. Huh!

And here come the Crocker cops...

> (Harry: Pick up.)

Wait, I don’t understand this picture. Who are those two silhouettes outside? Isn’t this Roxy’s house? (Is that Jake facing away on the left? Them being already here would be pretty good reason for alarm.)

HARRY: ok everyone, my dad's calling. HARRY: if he finds out you're here then he will definitely put two and two together, so PLEASE just keep quiet and let me do the talking.

Is John going to play along? That could be fun.

Hm. If Harry hasn’t turned off his phone’s signal, then that could be a way Jane can find and use him to find Vrissy. (Or already have.)

HARRY: er, HARRY: hi dad. VRISKA: HI JOHN!!!!!!!! VRISSY: Hi Mister Eg8ert!!!!!!!!! HARRY: oh god dammit.

THEIR NEED FOR ATTENTION BYPASSES ALL SURVIVAL INSTINCT.

JOHN: HELLO SON! JOHN: I AM JOHN: SO JOHN: VERY JOHN: PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!! HARRY: JOHN: PHEW, that felt good to say. JOHN: or to yell, i guess. heheh. JOHN: sorry about that, harry anderson. JOHN: i just didn't think i'd be seeing your handiwork all over the news quite so soon!

Yeah, John really needs to take a page or two out of his Dad’s playbook right now! Because Harry really fucking doubts that his father is proud of him, and John’s Dad would never have let him come under such a misconception.

JOHN: it looks like you tried to pull one of the biggest pranks i can think of. JOHN: and it backfired! HARRY: y... yeah. JOHN: but that's ok!!! JOHN: it could have happened to the best of us. JOHN: ok, so maybe it wasn't the most original idea. JOHN: and you should probably have steered clear of such a blatant nod to weekend at bernie's without seriously planning some of the logistics in advance.

John, please stop so aggressively framing this in terms of YOUR interests.

JOHN: heh. two vriskas is NOTHING. JOHN: when i was your age i lost count of all the vriskas i had to keep track of. JOHN: it was probably some preposterous number.

¬_¬”

JOHN: now, harry anderson, i know that you and tavros haven't always gotten along. JOHN: but i am going to have to ask you to try and look out for him for the time being.

Harry could really use some reassurance from YOU you know? That you’re working to make sure he’ll be okay through all this?

JOHN: your uncle jake and i... well, i'll explain later. JOHN: let's just say that gamzee isn't the only family member jane is losing today. HARRY: dad... if you wanted me to KILL tavros, you only had to ask. TAVROS: (Um,,,) HARRY: couldn't resist.

What? Moved for custody in the divorce?

I feel like the divorce is SOMEHOW involved in whatever John is referring to here. Even though the Epilogues say that Jane initiated it. Maybe we’ll find out later that in the cut from then to now, Jane apologized a bit and didn’t go through with it, but he still had the papers to finalize it, or? No, that doesn’t quite add up with what Jake was afraid of before... hm.

> (==>)

Oh, the paparazzi. THAT’S a problem.

JOHN: the word "fuck" was invented for moments like this.

Nothing to comment on, just had to quote it.

JOHN: some guidelines that any budding prankster or newly fledged fugitive should know. JOHN: don't panic, JOHN: don't make a scene, JOHN: and whatever you do... JOHN: don't get caught!!

This is a reference to something, right?

> (High above the clouds...)

Jesus, that’s a visual. Hi, probably-the-only-source-of-happiness-between-Kanaya-and-Rose-we-might-have-onscreen-up-until-the-very-end. (Are those cat chairs, or just headrests with lil horns?)

As the world seethes with the acid sting of war, they have stood steadfast and resolute; when hope has seemed at its most distant, they have shone as a beacon of possibility.

Further cementing Hope’s ties to possibility, then.

Individually, they each represent immeasurable gains for the rebel faction. The rebellion's stratagems have never had a fiercer bite; their uniforms have never looked so fucking sharp.

Why you gotta do Kanaya like that, narrative?

> (==>)

Full glow? Kanaya must be nervous.

(I don’t think this short hair on Rose quite does the justice that short hair on her should. I suppose it’s punk to match her clothes, though. Still, I feel like short hair should look SO GOOD on Rose and the style chosen just doesn’t here.)

ROSE: I just wish I had answers!! My useless powers aren't being any help, and what's worse, ROSE: I can't see ANYTHING useful on this stupid news channel!!

I can imagine that a Seer of Light might find it harder to operate in a realm long void of most of its relevance, not to mention whatever measure of strength she gave up to concede herself into the “specific” and not ult-self manifest... but there are two Thieves of Light involved here and no Void players, beyond this being at Roxy’s house. Are they really stealing that much visibility from the situation to not blaze like beacons in Rose’s vision?

ALFONZ: excuse me mA'Ams

I don’t know how to feel about this troll’s name or quirk.

Kanaya’s ending every sentence with a shout pole, by the way.

> (==>)

ALFONZ: the reconnAissAnce teAm is bAck eArly, mA'Ams ALFONZ: the ship docked A few moments Ago ROSE: And the scouting party??? ALFONZ: i expect she's Zipping her wAy up here now, mA'Am

Karkat and Meenah? That’s just a singular “she”-- ah fuck it’s Jade isn’t it. The Jade here who had Dave ditch her suddenly to become a robot and abscond without telling her. That’s why there was so much talk about Jade in the background today, dammit. Please still be generally not despairing???

> (==>)

What is that bulky suit????? Is it seven layers of sweaters? Was she scouting the arctic??

> (==>)

Angry camo?

> (==>)

KANAYA: Jade It Is Okay JADE: its........ JADE: *sniffle* KANAYA: Please Take Your Time JADE: we dont HAVE any time!!! JADE: its too late!!!!!! JADE: janes forces were just too fast... KANAYA: Oh No ROSE: You don't mean... JADE: theyve taken her

Jade, you aren’t talking about Vrissy. Who the fuck ARE you talking about? Is this gonna be a punchline again?

> (==>)

JADE: THEYVE TAKEN YIFFY!!!!!!! D:

Okay, I’m hoping for the best but there’s precedent that this is Jade in full fucking despair mode right now. Having named pets like that and being this concerned about them.

Then again, if Dave and Jade had a pet they WOULD name it that wouldn’t they.

> (==>)

Sigh.

Well, let’s hope it’s mostly sunshine and rainbows on Jade’s front, unlike what it looks like?

That can be a caption for HS^2 going into the next two thirds of 2020 like this. “Let’s hope it’s mostly sunshine and rainbows.” Catch y’all another time.

EDIT: Oh fucking MAN, it might not be a pet after all. Quoting Discord:

[REDACTED] Today at 5:20 PM there’s a reason Rose knows but Kanaya wouldn’t possibly and look back at the chapter title BlastYoBoots Today at 5:21 PM I'll... correct that possibility. Did NOT realize it could have been a pet name for Dave instead of a pet. wait, what? no, they'd never have named a daughter that, Dave is NOT that cruel. (unless it could be nickname-shortened to that, that's just enough plausible deniability for Dave to hide behind.) [REDACTED] Today at 5:22 PM If it were a pet name for Dave, why would they use she/her in reference to him? JANE: Two can play at the hostage game. That loathsome daughter of theirs should fit the bill nicely. BlastYoBoots Today at 5:22 PM oh, and you're implying that the surrogate daughter thing happened with Jade and Rose-- [REDACTED] Today at 5:22 PM yes BlastYoBoots Today at 5:22 PM OH, and that they meant like, not Vrissy? [REDACTED] Today at 5:23 PM perhaps BlastYoBoots Today at 5:23 PM Why would Rose NOT tell Kanaya about her then? or is Kanaya just not interested in keeping up to date? [REDACTED] Today at 5:23 PM unless the yiffy ruse is a distaction BlastYoBoots Today at 5:23 PM it would be a pretty spectacular thing to spring on us though, a child the epilogues didn't mention, so...

SO, this could be a cheeky pet name for their daughter, who we’ve never met and Jane just legitimately planned to kidnap in front of us. Making Davebot’s abandonment of this timeline all the more dickish, essential as it might be. On the upside, new interesting HS^2-original characters that have nothing explicitly to do with the epilogues! (Beyond Jade hinting at how a surrogate child would be conceived possibly!) Plus another reason for Jade to steel herself and buck up about Dave not being there, to take care of her daughter, possibly. On the downside... Robo!Dave is going to be a little infuriating. Maybe to make him a little more palatable to miss if he goes down doing anything dramatic.

((EDIT2: "ROSE: Where is John? KANAYA: Where Is Dave" --ah FUCK, I missed that line. So if Kanaya's asking that, Dave probably only just vanished... I really was hoping she wouldn't have to deal with that onscreen.))

#Homestuck #hs2 #Homestuck Liveblog #upd8 #Homestuck^2 #bladekindeyewear #blastyoboots

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All you have to be is here - Part 2

Synopsis: Billy has fucked up and has to do 60 days of community service at a home for troubled kids and youth. Working with the kids there makes him learn a lot about himself. Also there’s a girl there his age who’s smile is phenomenal and who is way too nice to him.

I guess I should mention there’s a lot of angst in this. Talk of substance abuse later on, physical abuse, emotional abuse. All that kind of gnarly real life stuff. It deals with kids and teens struggling with a a shitty family life so be aware of that.

Part 2 of ?

Part 1 //

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please. I’ll make a header image at some point.]

I never really ever felt so adored before Never really ever felt this type of vulnerable Don’t have to hide, don’t have to fear All you have to be is here Never really ever felt so adored before And I said I wanna feel like this forever Even if forever’s just for now We’re on fire, let us burn As the outside world, it turns We are here and alive In our corner of time Forevermore

There’s a heavy weight settling on Billy’s chest as the morning sun falls through the curtains. As he lifts his head off of the pillow a pair of copper coloured eyes stare back at him. The cat softly snuggled up on his chest, is more the size of a small child than a cat. It’s big and orange and looks like it’s got no care in the world as it rests on Billy’s ribcage.

Billy lets his eyes wander around the room, trying to take in as much as he can. It’s a tiny room with a couch that’s way too small for him to sleep on properly, but incredibly comfortable nonetheless, and a tv pressed against the opposite wall. There’s a dirty ashtray resting on the couch table next to a seventeen magazine and a vial of bright red nail polish.

(Y/N) lives here alone, safe for the monster of a cat, he’s figured out this much. There’s hardly room here for a visitor, much less another person. God, what he wouldn’t give for a place of his own. Some place that isn’t tainted with anger and sadness and bad feelings all around.

“ Oh, you’re awake. Great, I made breakfast ! “

Billy leans up a little further, resting his weight on his elbows and yet the cat shows no intentions of actually moving off of him.

(Y/N) is leaning against the counter of the kitchen that’s connected to the living room. There’s a light blue fridge flanked by bright orange cabinets and a rusty sink and a stove that seems like it’s about to fall apart any second. It all looks like a downright mess and still Billy finds himself envious. Because no matter how big of a mess, it’s solely hers.

“ Your cat is suffocating me “ his voice is rough and still soaked with sleep and exhaustion.

“ I told you he’s fat and clingy. He likes you though, that’s good. “

“ What’s he do to people he doesn’t like ? “

“ Pees on them. “

“ Geez “.

Slowly Billy sits up further, the cat slowly sliding down from his chest and into his lap.

“ Just pick him up and put him down somewhere else. “ (Y/N) directs him nodding her head towards the orange furball.

Billy does as she says, getting off the couch and placing the cat back down, before walking over towards the kitchen area of the apartment.

“ Here. Breakfast for champions “ (Y/N) exclaims and hold out a bowl of what looks to be lucky charms and a spoon. It’s a plastic bowl, a bright orange one that looks like a basketball. He remembers having one of those when he was little. It was his favorite and mom always used it to serve him alphabet soup when he was sick.

“ Thanks. “

“ Sure thing. That’s a pretty gnarly looking fist you got there. “

Billy glances down towards his hand. It’s red and swollen and bruised and it looks ridiculous holding onto the basketball bowl. Like his present is holding onto a part of his past that he can never go back to. A part of his past that seems like a whole lifetime ago. That feels like a whole different person all together.

“ Whatever “

And really, it is whatever. In the grand scheme of things it’s just a bruised first and some bloody knuckles. The implications of it to be forever his and only his to know about.

“ So do you do this often ? “ he asks, trying to steer the topic away from himself and his wounds, visible and invisible.

“ Do what exactly ? “

“ Let strangers sleep on your couch. “

“ You’re starting to sound awfully ungrateful there Hargrove. And that even though I made you breakfast ?! “

“ You poured a bowl of cereal “

“ Your point ? “

And it’s then, that Billy has to crack a smile. It’s not as if he doesn’t smile during his day to day life. He does. A lot. Only usually they come in order to get something in return.

The smiles come whenever he wants to get a girl into his bed. Whenever he charms the ladies at the swimming pool. Whenever he tries to sweet talk his way out of a situation.

This one comes from some place else. He doesn’t get anything in return. He doesn’t need anything in return.

Sometimes a smile is just a smile and that is all it needs to be.

“ How old are you ? “

“ Excuse me ? You’re kinda giving me whiplash here with the change of topics. “

“ Yeah that didn’t answer me question at all “ he says and shoves another spoon of lucky charms into his mouth.

“ I’m 17, almost 18. I’m in my senior year. “

“ And you live here by yourself ? “

“ Yup. Got emancipated when I was 15. “

He almost chokes on his cereal at that confession. It’s not something he has been expecting. Sure he was aware that something must be going on in her life but things must be pretty rough for someone to get emancipated at 15.

Again he finds himself envious. Of the freedom. The independence. Of all the possibilities she has. The one he can’t even dare to dream about, living with Neil.

Envy is ugly and mean and cold and it comes with anger and resentment that directed towards people who do not deserve it in the least. He tries so hard to keep it at bay, shove it down to rest with all the other emotions, all the rest of the baggage. He knows one day it’s all gonna boil over. It comes in little bursts every once in a while but one day, one day there’s gonna be a big meltdown. One that’s gonna sweep over everything like a tidal wave. Like one of the real big ones he used to surf back in California. Back Home. Back when things were better and mom was around and his chest wasn’t feeling so heavy.

“ Damn, what happened ? “

“ That is none of your business. Just uh — you’re not the only one who’s family life isn’t all sunshine and daisies. “

There’s something in her eyes as she says that, that seems oh so familiar to Billy. Not because he’s seen it before but because he knows that gleam, he’s felt it before. So many times over so many years.

People say that misery loves company. That a trouble shared is a troubled halved. He thinks that bullshit. People who say this live comfortable lives. They don’t know real misery, haven’t lived through it.

Billy doesn’t ever want to see the pain he feels in other people. Not that same kind of pain. Physical one he’s caused his fair share of, but emotional pain ? Nah. That’s something he doesn't ever want to see in another one’s eyes. And as it stares back right at him from (Y/N)’s (Y/E/C) eyes, it doesn’t feel like his pain is halved, it seems twice as heavy, twice as painful.

“ Look, that actually brings me to my next point. You gotta get outta here. I need to leave for work in about 20 minutes so … “

“ Volunteering isn’t until 4 today, it’s sunday you gave me the schedule. “

“ Yeah well, Billy Idol, volunteering doesn’t pay my rent. I work at a diner. “

“ A diner ? No way. Do you have a little apron and everything ? Pencil behind your ear ? “ he teases, finishing his bowl of cereal and placing it in the sink.

“ Would you believe it if I told you I even got roller skates ? “ (Y/N) replies and pulls up her lip in distaste.

“ No fucking way “.

“ I wish I was lying. “

“ Here in Huckley ? “

“ Mmmh… “

“ Dammit, I knew Hawkins was a shithole. Can’t believe this even tinier shithole has a diner with roller skating waitresses and Hawkins does not. “

“ Ah don’t worry, they’re not all as hot as me. You’re not missing much. “ as she says it, she’s smiling and the hurt in her eyes is almost gone. But once he’s noticed it, Billy is sure he will never fail to find it again. It’s always there. Simmering. It’s part of her just as it is part of him. It never goes away, at least he hasn’t experienced that. Maybe someday in the future it will. He hopes so. He really truly hopes so.

“ Bummer. “

“ I know. Anyway, you gotta go. “

“ Geez, you’re hurting me babe. Usually it’s me kicking the girls out of my bed. “

“ I’m sure your ego will survive. I’ll see you at volunteering later, right ? “

“ Court ordered, remember ? “ He says, slipping on his jacket and boots and walking towards the door.

“ I’m sure you’ll have a good time today. We’re doing arts and crafts “

“ What ? I haven’t done any arts and crafts since 4th grade. “

“ Well then it’s about time your start again, huh ? “

“ Are you shitting me right now “.

“ Oh Billy, I would never !”

- XXX -

When Billy arrives back home, he’s grateful to see Neil’s car is not there. Sooner or later he’s going to have to deal with the situation but he sure as hell is preferring “later”.

The thing with Neil is that whatever he does, it’s never predictable. Sometimes he’ll yell, sometimes he gets physical and sometimes, those are the worst times, he says things. Mean things. Things that he knows very well will hurt Billy. Things that feel like a stab right into the heart.

There’s a sick sense of pride in Neil’s face whenever he has one of those days. Like hurting Billy brings him satisfaction. A weird gratification.

It’s disgusting. And sad. And it makes Billy so furious. If Neil wasn’t like this, so sick and twisted and always angry, mom would still be here and they’d still be in California and he’d be a normal teenager with normal problems. No bruised knuckles, no black eyes. A teenager that wouldn’t have to be afraid to come home. Home, this place doesn’t even feel like home. It never did. It probably never will.

Billy doesn’t know where exactly home is. It’s not here though.

He slowly trudges through the house, taking note of Susan’s shoes being gone as well. She always leaves them by the door because “ that’s just the way people do it”. Like a proper little housewife keeping her proper little house neat and tidy for her proper little family. It’s making him sick. There’s a lot of anger in him directed towards Susan. Some of it is justified. Some of it is not. He knows he shouldn’t fault her for what happened with his mother. Susan isn’t the one who drove her away. Susan didn’t smack her around day in day out. Susan isn’t the one who decided to just up and leave, forgetting all about her son. Susan has done none of that and he knows he can’t resent her for this.

There’s part of his animosity towards her that is more than justified. She knows what’s happening sheltered behind the walls of this house. She hears it and sees it. This woman has a front row seat to Billy’s misery and she does nothing. Just watches and waits and stays silent. To top it all off, she brings her daughter into this place. Billy wonders if it was Max instead of him, would she still be watching. Would she act ? Despite his problems with Max, he hopes he never has to find out. He doesn’t trust Susan to stop the watching and actually act.

A mess of red locks dashes around the corner and collides with his chest effectively pulling him from his thoughts.

“ Watch it, shitbird. “

“ Sorry “ Max murmurs then hurries past him, only stopping just before the front door, hand already on the handle.

“ Billy ? “

“ What ? “

“ Are you okay ? “

Is he okay ? Yes. Billy is always okay. It’s his default setting at this point. Billy Hargrove — okay. There’s a certain amount of pain you can go through until you become kind of used to it, kind of numb. It seeps into your system and settles deep inside your bones and becomes a part of you and before you know it that’s your normal and you’re okay. But is that really a way to live ? He wonder often. To only be okay, never fully happy. Halfway happy at best. Always okay never more.

Billy is okay — but he really doesn’t want to be anymore. Okay is not enough.

“ Yeah. Why ? “

He knows Max cares, that’s just the person she is. She cares deeply even if she hides it under a veil of teenage rebellion and girl power. He doesn’t want her to, can’t really let himself accept the fact that she cares. Max, with all her spunk and sparkles, is a constant reminder of the life that was taken from him. One with a mother who loves him. One who doesn’t run off and leaves her to fight for her own survival.

And yeah maybe Susan just silently watches but at least she’s there. At least she loves Max enough to be there and no abandon her.

Billy wishes he could let go of the negativity and just accept Max affection. But he can’t. He can’t. Affection that isn’t sexual, is not something Billy ever really gets to keep in his life so it’s better not to feel it at all than to feel it and have it taken away again at some point.

“ I dunno. Just — last night “

“ Yeah, whatever. Just forget it alright ? It’s none of your business anyway. “

“ Alright, god. I was just asking. “

“ Yeah well don’t !” he calls out to her before rushing into his room, slamming the door behind him.

As he looks at himself in the mirror, Billy can hardly recognize the person staring back at him. It’s been like this for a while. He feels very detached from it all. Like he’s living a life through a hazy filter, clouded by anger and agony. His mom would be disappointed in him. For dealing with things the way he does. For treating people the way he does.

Then again, his mom has given up the right to judge him when she pissed off and left him behind.

A glance at the clock lets him know that he’s still got a few hours before he has to be back at HHTCY. He presses play on his stereo and Metallica sounds through the house at a deafening volume.

What he needs now, is a smoke and a shower and in that order.

- XXX -

“ Why are we doing this again ? “ Billy asks as he helps (Y/N) distribute the arts and crafts supplies to all the kids.

“ It helps “.

“ Helps with what ? Confirming that someone is crazy ? “

“ No one here is crazy you asshole. No it helps with dealing with stuff. “

“ Does it now ? Is that what you say or what the looney doctors tell you ? “

“ Look “ (Y/N) says as she places a set of paint brushes on one of the desks “ this is fun for the kids and the experts say it helps them so who am I to question that ? I’m just a volunteer, hell I still go to Highschool “.

“ Oh yeah, you don’t go to Hawkins High do you ? I would’ve seen you. “

“ You would’ve not but uh — no. I go to school here in Huckley. Huckley High, Home of the Huckley Honey Badgers. “

“ Huh, “ Billy says and suavely leans against the supply closet “ didn’t think this tiny shithole had it’s own High School. And with it’s own team and mascot too. Impressive. “

“ Lose the snarky remarks please. I’ll let you know Honey Badgers are vicious and mean and dangerous, okay ? “ (Y/N) remarks and waves around the brush she’s got in her hand, pointing it at Billy every once in a while “ but yeah, it’s just a tiny High School. No big deal. I bet your School in California was different huh ? “

“ Was just a fucking High School like any other. Wait — how do you know where I’m from ? “

“ You have a California license plate, “ (Y/N) replies before turning away from him “ and I may have read your file. “

“ You did what ? I — that is 100 % against company policy ! “

“ Yeah well so is smoking on the premises and I didn’t rat you out so I guess we’re even. I had to know what I was dealing with here. “

He’s not mad really, it’s not like there’s things in there that he doesn’t want anyone to know. The things he keeps hidden aren’t written down in any file, they’re in his heart locked away from prying eyes. Safe. Secure.

“ Hey (Y/N), there’s a call for you”. Another volunteer, Jeff, says motioning towards the back office adjacent to the arts room.

“ A call ? “

“ It sounded urgent, I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me his name. “

So it’s a he. A boyfriend maybe ?

Billy quickly shakes that thought from his mind. That’s not a mess he wants or needs to get into right now. Is she cute ? Yes, she’s gorgeous but things are all around fucked up at the moment and he doesn’t need to add a heartbroken coworker into the mix. You don’t fuck around at work, that’s common knowledge.

“ I told you not to call ! I work here, how did you even get this number. “ he picks up bits and pieces of the conversation that (Y/N) whisper-yells into the phone. Maybe not a boyfriend after all.

“ Well don’t. Don’t call again. Leave me alone. “ when she hangs up the phone, she leans against the wall for a moment, letting out a big breath. Something is weighing on her, it’s clear as day and thought Billy doesn’t want to get involved with anyone else’s problems, he’s still curious about what just happened.

“ You alright ? “ he ask when she comes back “ boyfriend ? lovers quarrel ? “.

“ Fuck off, Billy “ (Y/N) replies, all joking and teasing gone from her voice. She looks around for a second to see if any of the kids have picked up on her swearing. They didn’t or if they did they don’t seem to care.

Lydia stands in front of the class, telling the kids some pseudo deep shit about painting their feelings and all that crap that they seem to believe in here. Billy thinks it’s absolute bullshit. There’s problems that can’t be solved by drawing rainbows and singing songs around the campfire. It’s a disservice to the kids to make them believe that’s how the world works, with paint and songs and good thoughts.

“ What I want you to paint today, is a happy memory. A moment you can remember being completely content. “

Billy can’t help but let his mind wander, trying to come up with a happy memory of his own. His thought immediately go back to California, that’s where he used to be genuinely happy. Even thought it was a long time ago he can still picture it in his head like it was yesterday. The only joy he feels in Hawkins is when he’s balls deep in his latest conquest, but California ? California at least held moments of a happy past.

He pictures the beach, the waves that seemed so big to him then. Like huge fluffy curls reaching up all the way into the sky. He feels the ocean breeze on his skin, smells the salt, hears the seagulls. His mom is there, twirling in the sand like some Hippy ballerina. She’s smiling and she’s so beautiful. Her laughter sounds through the air like a long forgotten lullaby. And Billy, he was so young then, so innocent and — happy. The world had not been cruel on him then, or at least he had someone to shelter him from most of it. Back then, she still loved him. Someone still loved him.

Maybe the beach was just a beach and the ocean just the ocean but with someone there who loved him, it all felt magical.

She doesn’t love him anymore and all the magic is gone and he’s cold and bitter and perpetually pissed off.

Happy memories are one hell of a drug and nostalgia is a goddamn liar. When he thinks about that memory now, focuses really really strongly and doesn’t allow the filter of nostalgia to cloud his judgement, he can paint another picture of that day. They’d went to the beach because Neil had been drinking more than usual. His mom had a black eye. The smile didn’t even each her eyes.

The memory was happy to him now because he decided to remember it that way. Though reality was quite another story.

He turns to look at (Y/N), only to find her drawing a picture herself. They weren’t supposed to actually take part in this class, just supervise and setup and clean afterwards. She’d told him that beforehand.

“ What are you drawing there ? “ he asks, peaking onto the piece of paper before her. There’s a big blob of blue and what he can only guess is a swingset.

“ A happy memory “

“ Oh yeah, wanna elaborate ? “

“ Again, it’s none of your business but sure. It’s uh — it’s Lake Michigan. My mom used to take me there every year for my birthday until I was 12. I loved it there, I love the beach and I’ve always dreamed of the ocean. We couldn’t really afford a trip to the coast so this was the next best thing. There was a swingset there and I could just spend hours swinging and looking at the lake. It was magical. “

He thinks it’s kind of ironic that both their happy memories come back to the beach, albeit two vastly different beaches in two very different memories.

“ You’ve never been to the coast ? The ocean ? “

“ Nope. But It’s what I wanna do for my 18th birthday. I wanna swim in the pacific. I wanna feel the sun on my skin and taste the salt in the air. “

“ Once I’m done with school I’m outta here and back on my way to California. There’s room in my Camaro if you want to carpool. “

“ Spending several days in a car with you ? Why would I do that ? You’re aggravating ! “

She smiles though. When she says it she smiles. He’s heard those words from Neil before. Aggravating. They stung then, they don’t sting now. There’s no malice in them this time. She says them almost like a compliment. What the fuck is going on here ?

“ I’ve been told. You’re not a very good artist. “

“ And you’re not a very good flirt and yet all girls seem to swoon at the mere thought of you. “

“ Do they now ? “ he asks, signature Billy Hargrove smirk playing on his lips. “ How would you know that ? “

“ I have friends at Hawkins High. “

“ And you talked to them about me, now isn’t that adorable. “

“ Don’t flatter yourself, man. “

“ You think about me, that’s so cute. Honestly I can’t blame you. “

“ Oh my god your ego is the size of a small country. Unbelievable. “

“ Don’t get shy now (Y/N). “

“ Could you please stop. “ she says but she’s laughing. Her laugh is warm and comfortable and honest. It’s a laugh that reminds him of days when he wasn’t bitter or sad or angry.

“ Never, I’m never letting that go. “

“ That’s what I’m afraid of. “

And when she goes back to drawing on her memory, Billy thinks that maybe there are little happy moments here in Indiana. They don’t make great memories to think back to and they’ll probably dull and vanish someday in the future. They’re not monumental or important. But they are there. In the teasing and the laughter. Even if it’s just a temporary feeling. It’s there. It’s real. It’s his.

- XXX -

The following week is exhausting for Billy. He’s constantly on the go, driving to school then work then HHTCY. He can’t wait for the pool season to be over so he can scrap that off of his schedule and find a job that doesn’t require him to just sit around in the sun all day. It used to be fun at first but at this point it’s just a drag.

It’s friday evening as Billy sits on the cushioned chair in what is technically not (Y/N)’s office watching her do the last of the paperwork for that day. They both have the next saturday off and even though Billy is still expected to see Dr. K. he’s so glad to not have to work or go to school for at least one day.

“ You got any plans tonight? “ he asks (Y/N), who only glances up at him for a moment then focuses back on the paperwork.

“ Nah, why ? “

“ Just thinking. There’s a party at a classmates house. Her parents are loaded, huge mansion. Free drinks. You should come. “

“ Are you asking me to come to a party with you ? “

“ That’s exactly what I just did. “

Before she can answer a knock sounds at the door and Alex, one of the girls who stays at HHTCY permanently steps into the room.

“ Hi (Y/N) I just uh — oh hi Billy “ she says as she spots him sitting in the corner and blushes.

“ Hi ? “ he’s never spoken a single word to this girl. She’s about 13 or 14, around Max’s age. There’s a mop of bleach blonde hair on her head and she’s wearing entirely too many bangles on her wrists.

“ You wanted something ? “ (Y/N) chimes up and Billy can see the smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. What is this all about ? Girls really are a different species all together.

“ Oh yeah. I’m staying at my mom’s in Hawkins for the night. Lydia has sign off on it already it’s all fine, I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving right now. I’ll be back by noon tomorrow. “

“ Okay cool. I hope you have a good day at your mom’s “

“ Yeah me too. Thanks. Bye. Oh and uh — bye Billy. “

“ Bye ? “

When she leaves and closes the door, (Y/N) descends into a fit of giggles.

“ What’s so funny ? “

“ She has the biggest crush on you and you don’t even notice”.

“ She’s a kid ! “ Billy points out.

“ Yeah well I was a kid when I had a crush on Mark Hamill “

“ Mark Hamill ? “ Billy asks incredulously “ Star Wars ? “.

“ Yeah ? What about it ? “

“ Oh my god, you’re a nerd. You have a crush on Mark Hamill and you named your cat after him. You’re a nerd, (Y/N). “

“ Uh, no I just like good movies and Mark Hamill looked very dreamy. Get off my case. “

“ Never “ he laughs and it’s then that he realizes that he’s laughed more in the time he’s started working here than he has in the last few years. It feels — freeing. It feels good.

“ So who was your crush then, huh ? “

“ Pff, I’m never gonna tell you that. “ Billy scoffs “ so how about that party ? “

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Normal Is a Thing of the Past

Hello all! This is my submission for @holylulusworld (Prompt - Don’t be scared, I just need you to come with me for a second). I really hope you enjoy it and I’m semi-debating turning this into a mini-series so I’d appreciate feedback! Please like, reblog, comment, and follow!

Summary: Life has always been normal for you, but one heartbreaking night and one hungry Ghoul could send you down a completely different road than you’d ever imagined.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Death/blood/killing

Up until today, your life had been fairly ordinary. Some would even say downright boring. You had grown up with two ordinary parents and an ordinary sister, you graduated college with a degree to get you an ordinary job as an office nurse, and occasionally you would go out with an ordinary guy.

Everything about your life was the apple-pie American Dream. And truthfully, you were perfectly happy with that. You didn’t think there was anything abnormal about a normal life.

Sure, there were always people who would would make comments like, “don’t you want an adventure?” or “isn’t it awfully dull to live like that?” but your response was always the same - no, I like my normal life.

All the things you loved about your normal life were coming to a crashing halt in one evening.

It had been like any other friday night for you. You had gotten off your shift a little late and ran by a redbox to rent some movies for a night in with your family. But from the moment you walked into your front door, everything felt different.

Almost all of the lights in the house had been turned out except the flicker of light from the fireplace. Usually your house was filled with music because your parents thought it helped sharpen the mind, but tonight it was eerily quiet.

You stumbled around in the dark for a minute and called out for your parents, but nothing around you moved.

After feeling your way through the hall, you made it to the living room. A wave of terror hit you as your eyes fell on your older sister, Cara, covered in blood, her mouth wrapped around your mother’s throat. Your mother’s eyes were blank, staring into the abyss, as she hung limply in your sister’s arms.

A sob racked your body at the scene before you and Cara shifted her focus straight to you. A surprised whine came from your throat as she immediately dropped your mother’s body on top of your father’s corpse on the floor.

You wanted to break down and cry right then but Cara was stalking toward you with a menacing look on her face. She bared her teeth at you and her face distorted into a disgusting beast. Out of instinct, you started to move backwards, but your feet stumbled over the crack in the hardwood knocking you to the floor. The crack in the floor that you and your sister had made by dropping a bowling ball. Your chest was tight with the memory of a girl that clearly no longer existed.

“Car? Wh-what are you doing? You can ta-talk to me, sissy.” You croaked.

Your sister sneered, “my dear little sister, there’s nothing to be scared of, I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Is that what you told mom and dad?” You tried to sound brave but the sentiment fell short.

“Mommy and daddy dearest didn’t feel any pain, sweet little Y/N.” You scurried backwards, trying and failing to put some space between you two. Cara was getting closer every second. “Stop moving and let me get a good look at you.”

You scooted back one more time and bumped into the coat rack that sat by the front door. The coat rack was a thin, heavy piece of metal but in a pinch, it was the only thing you could use to defend yourself. With a big deep breath, you prayed the fight in your fight or flight response would win out, and gripped the base of the rack with a tight fist.

Putting all your weight on it, you stood up slowly. Cara’s top lip drew up in disgust as she watched you square up to her.

“You really think you’ll be able to fight me and win? I recall beating you every time you’ve tried to fight me, sis. I’ve always been better than you and nothing's gonna change that now.”

“Why are you doing this?!” You screamed, tears starting to fall. Cara had always taunted you when you were little because you would cry when you were angry. Such a little baby, she would always snicker.

“Because I’m starving. I’ve been watching you for days and you look so delicious.”

“Wh-what did you do with my sister?” The realization that she may be gone hit you like a punch to the stomach.

Her nose stuck in the air and she breathed in deep. “Ahh the stench of fear is dripping off of yo-”

Adrenaline flooded your veins and you swung the coat rack against the side of her head with all your strength and her body crumpled to the ground like a rag doll. The second her body dropped, you threw the rack down and raced for the stairs. Your foot slipped and your knee slammed against the edge of the step. You winced but pushed the pain to the back of your mind and kept moving upwards.

As if muscle memory were taking over, you ran into your childhood bedroom and slammed the door. Your breath was coming in short, heavy spurts the more you thought about your mom and dad laying lifeless downstairs.

“Oh my god, why did I just do this? Everyone knows you never go to a second floor.” You muttered to yourself as you paced back and forth between the bed and the desk. “What the hell is going on? That thing is clearly not my sister.”

You could hear your sister groaning and stumbling around and suddenly your heart was in your throat.

“No no no, I’m not cut out for this shit.”

“I’m gonna kill you, you little bitch!” Cara cried out over the sound of her boots thunking up the staircase. Her nails were scratching along the wall and you shuddered at the sound invading your head. You had never believed in the supernatural, let alone seen a monster. Now here you were, running from one trying to kill you.

“God dammit... I locked myself in the worst room.” You kept talking to yourself. There were no good places to hide in this plain room and you mentally slapped yourself for being so okay with simplicity for once.

“Little sissy,” Cara’s voice was closer, “come out come out wherever you are.”

This bitch was toying with you now and that just made you panic even more. With nowhere else to go, you dropped to the floor and shimmied yourself between two boxes under your bed.

Outside, Cara had fallen silent. The final moment of quiet before she burst in the door and ripped your head off, you thought. At the last moment, you tugged your comforter down a little more to conceal your hiding place and slapped your hand over your mouth to hide your breathing.

Downstairs you heard a loud crash that made you jump and you flattened yourself even more. Sighing, you laid your head on the floor and spotted your old teddy bear, Winston, shoved next to the wall. You hadn’t seen him in years but he looked just the same. You and Cara used to fight over who would sit next to him at tea parties but your parents would always say he loved you both equally. Tears pricked your eyes when you realized you would never hear your parents say they love you again.

With a heavy arm, you pulled Winston against your chest and buried your face into his ears, willing yourself to not start bawling while your life was on the line. Grunts and groans were floating up the stairs and you could tell someone was struggling. Your hopes rose at the thought of one of your parents still being alive.

Heavy footsteps thumped outside your door and stopped. You held your breath and waited as the doorknob to your room jiggled before it finally creaked open. The footsteps came closer and closer and stopped right next to your bed. Cara had found you.

Your heart was slamming in your chest and you were positive that she would be able to hear it from where she was.

The edge of your comforter flipped up and you prepared yourself to scream, but the sensation died in your throat as you came face to face with bright green eyes. A man looked at you, worry etched between his brows.

“Don’t be scared. I just need you to come with me for a minute.” The man’s voice was husky. He reached for your hand but you shrunk away from him.

“Don’t touch me.” You whimpered pathetically.

“Okay, alright,” He raised his hands in defense, “I know you’re freaked out, but I’m here to help you.”

You studied the man for a second. His flannel shirt was askew and he had a big cut on his forearm. Truthfully, he looked like he’d had a rather long night.

“How do I know you’re not one of those things? That...that thing...my sis-sister oh god my sister.” The cries were bubbling out of you like a fountain.

The man laid himself on his stomach and slowly reached for you. “Shh shh shh it’s okay,” his hand rested on yours. They were tough with callouses but the heat radiating off them caused you to shiver. “My name is Dean and I’m here to help you. I promise it’ll be alright.”

You wanted to believe what he was saying, you just couldn’t see how anything would ever be okay again. But when he had touched your hand, something in your heart made you trust him.

“Di-did you see her? Is she gone?”

Dean’s face flashed regret before he looked away, towards the door. You followed his gaze and could see another pair of shoes standing there.

He finally looked back at you, “my brother Sam took care of it. That thing will never hurt you again.” You opened your mouth to ask another question but he kept talking. “Come on, let’s get you out from under there and I promise I’ll answer all your questions.”

He hooked his hands under your arms and pulled you out and stood you firmly on the floor. Your knees wobbled and Dean tucked you close to his body in case your legs gave out.

You were thankful to have someone taking care of you because you had no clue what you would have done on your own. You’d probably be dead so you wouldn’t have to worry about it.

You turned to your gaze to the other man, Sam, and a chill ran up your spine. His face was splattered with blood and there was a long scratch across his chest that was oozing.

Dean watched your face change from stunned to horror at the sight of Sam. He turned your shoulders in and led you to the door. You followed blindly, whimpering like a sad puppy as you passed your parents bodies. It answered your next question. Your parents hadn’t made it out alive.

Gently, he set you on the steps outside and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You were shivering from the cold or shock, you couldn’t tell.

“I’m sure you’ve got a lot of questions...” he started.

“That thing, it killed my parents...and my sister?” Your voice was hoarse from all the crying.

The edges of Dean’s lips fell deeper, “yes, it did. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“How do you know my name? I never told you...” You lean away from his body to examine his face.

“Uhh...well, we’ve been hunting this thing for a few days and we had a feeling that it might be coming for you next. It’s why we showed up...just too late.”

Your head was reeling with information. First, monsters were a real thing, then, there were people who hunted monsters, and they were the ones who saved your life. This was anything but normal.

“So that thing...”

“A ghoul. It was a ghoul.” Dean offered the name.

“A ghoul...” The taste of the word was sour. The name of the creature that had changed your life forever. “Why did it do this to me, to my family? I’ve never done anything to deserve this.”

Dean let out a long breath and he rubbed his hand against his thighs. He was searching his mind for the perfect answer but everything seemed to fall short of comforting. “I wish I knew why good people like you get caught in the crossfire of the monsters senseless killing.”

You relaxed your head on his shoulder. The scent of leather, gun powder, and faint cologne filled your nose and for the first time in the whole night, you felt like you might be able to find a way out of this.

“But you stop-hunt creatures like this... creatures who hurt people?” He strained to hear your quiet voice above the wind blowing.

“We do. I wish there was a way to stop it completely but all we can do now is try to save as many people as possible.”

He watched you pick at the scrapes on your hands from when you’d squeezed under your bed. “It must be a hard life saving everyone else in the world from the things that go bump in the night.”

In response, he leaned his head against yours with a serious sigh. You barely glanced up when Sam sat down on the other side of you. He plopped his elbows on his knees and hung his head, defeated. You were three misfits sharing silence for all the troubles you’d been through and all the troubles yet to come.

“I want to come with you guys.” you whispered.

Dean’s head snapped up, already chuckling at the ridiculous words. “That’s a cool offer, but no way.”

You frowned, “and why not? What gives you any more right to help people than me?”

“You have no idea what you would be getting into.” Sam spoke up and you shifted to face him. “We grew up in this lifestyle because we had to. But you, you have a chance to move on from this. To grieve your loss and go on to live a normal life.”

“I’ll never be normal again!” You snapped at Sam. “Every person I’ve ever loved just got murdered by some monstrosity. And now you’re telling me that it’d be easier if I just stayed in the same place that it happened and I’ll just get over it?!”

Sam’s eyes fell, embarrassed that he had been so quick to brush you off. He knew exactly what it felt like to lose the people you cared about. He had run off with Dean as soon as he’d lost Jess and now he was scoffing at the thought of you doing the same. He met Dean’s eyes over the top of your head.

Dean knew exactly what was going through Sam’s head without one word. His gaze fell to the girl beside him and he knew immediately that him and Sam would not be going back on the road alone.

He blew out deep before clasping your hand and lifting you up. You peeked up at him from under your tear-ruined eyelashes and he groaned because he could feel his determination already starting to crumble. His eyes rolled to the sky then darted to Sam one more time who was nodding behind you. Dean inhaled deeply before finally dropping his gaze back to you and giving you one sharp nod.

“Thank you, Dean.” You rested your hand gently on his forearm and gave him a one-sided smile.

He gave you one final sorrowful smile before gesturing toward the street. You followed his gesture to a beautiful Impala parked at the curb. Sam stepped forward and opened the back door for you and you slid across the seat.

You took a final glimpse at the house you had called home. The memories of your parents dancing in the kitchen together, you and Cara running around through the sprinklers in the summer, all the holidays that you would never get to spend with them again. A tear rolled down your cheek and you had to turn away before the pain overcame you.

Sam and Dean were watching you warily from the front seat, but you wiped the tear away and lifted your chin slightly. Already, Dean could see the walls building behind your eyes and his chest tightened, but he knew that pain and there was no way around it.

“Drive, Dean. Take me away from here.”

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pynkhues · 4 years

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I'm not so patiently waiting for any and all C+C updates 😬😬😬 lol. Seriously you're fics make me so happy.

Haha, thank you! I know I kept promising the Christmas C&C fic, but I’ve gotten way, way too distracted writing this one for Kenny’s 15th birthday which is extremely low stakes / very domestic and has been so much fun in so many ways (including a scene I now love where Rio’s sister accuses Rio of being a helicopter parent), and I’ve been able to work quite a lot of smaller prompts into it that I wasn’t sure I could write a full fic for, so yay!

I was hoping to post it today, and I still might, but I think it’s more likely it’ll be tomorrow since it’s gotten so long. You can have a snippet though if you like!

“When?” she asks, sitting up in bed, clutching the sheet to her bare chest, and Rio blinks his eyes back open, forehead furrowing in confusion.

“When what?”

“I mean give me an example of when they’ve - - ” she flails a hand out. “Hit on me.”

And she squints a little, immediately annoyed at the too-big, too-bright grin that spreads across his face. He turns a little over in their bed towards her, popping an eyebrow and not even bothering to hide his amusement which is frankly rude. Beth squints harder, holds the sheet a little tighter.

“You wanna know when Kenny’s classmates hit on you?”

He says it with such heavy disbelief, that Beth latches onto it, widening her eyes and nodding.

“See? It sounds ridiculous.”

“Only sounds ridiculous coz you ain’t seein’ it.”

She rolls her eyes, thins her lips down at him, and Rio laughs, propping himself up on his elbow so that he’s sort of half raised to meet her, and she has to resist the urge to flatten her hand on his face and push him back down onto their bed.

“’Sides, they ain’t hittin’ on you, they’re just checkin’ you out, prob’ly seein’ which one can get the best look down your blouse,” his eyes slip shut again as he yawns and says something that sounds suspiciously like horny motherfuckers. Beth frowns. Thing is, she’s barely even noticed them looking at her. They’re a study group for goodness sake, it makes sense they’d want to spread out around the dining room table while she’s making dinner in the kitchen, or working on something she brought home from the office at the kitchen island.

They come in sometimes to talk to her, but that’s just because they’re polite, and usually it’s to ask her if she can make them a hot cocoa or something, and okay, maybe she did look up the other day as she was stirring in the cocoa powder and Mason was staring at her chest or - - that was probably nothing, she reminds herself. God - -

“They’re children,” Beth insists, and Rio laughs again, a little exasperated this time. He shakes his head, before glancing back up at Beth, his eyes wider than they have any right to be, inquisitive almost.

“How old’s Kenny turnin’ next week?”

And right, Beth thinks. That’s exactly it!

“Fifteen,” she says, punctuating her point, and Rio holds his hand out like it proves his.

They both just stare at each other, briefly confused how the other can’t get it, and Beth finally scoffs, flopping heavily sideways into her pillow, resting on her elbow, mirroring Rio’s pose so she can better argue with him.

“Please, when I was fifteen I had only just started dating Dean and we were like,” she flails a hand out. “Babies. We thought the sexiest thing in the world was holding hands at the drive-in. We didn’t even kiss until my sixteenth birthday.”

He gives her a look at that which is simultaneously incredibly amused and incredibly judgemental.

“Yeah, coz that dumbass ex of yours couldn’t close a deal if it came pre-signed,” he says. “Wanna know what I was doin’ at fifteen?”

Which - - well.

“No,” she replies petulantly, because while she knows Rio’s history is certainly - - extensive to say the least, she can’t say beyond brief bouts of insanity she’s ever had any desire to know the details. Rio grins again, huffing out a laugh.

“Look, it ain’t that deep. You’re their friend’s mom, you got this whole too-sweet, Martha Stewart energy in this stacked, Jessica Rabbit package. They know they ain’t got no chance beyond lookin’ down your shirt and standin’ a little too close, but they gonna try it anyway coz they’re young and they’re really fuckin’ dumb. You get uncomfortable with it, you tell them to take a walk. They don’t, you snitch on their horny asses to their parents. That don’t work, you tell me, and me and them can all have a little talk.”

He shrugs, like it’s the simplest thing in the world, and Beth stares at him, irked by the blasé authority of his tone, like he knows what this is, like - - like it isn’t the first time he’s going through this with a kid too.

“I’d rather you didn’t pull a gun on a group of teenagers for looking at me,” she says dryly, before adding: “Which I’m not even convinced they do by the way.”

Rio rolls his eyes, looking briefly at the ceiling before back at Beth.

“Then what are we talkin’ about?”

And - - well. She doesn’t even really know. It had just surprised her – how Annie and Ruby – god, even Stan, had been so certain that Mason had a crush. Little Mason, who’s been coming around since Kenny started at Glenvale almost three years ago, bright eyed and sweet and helpful and a child and if Mason’s growing up, then that probably means Kenny is too.

She feels her lower lip wobble before she can even help it, and sees Rio clock it, frown, but before he can say anything, Beth quickly cuts him off.

“Well Annie thinks one of the boys has a thing for you,” she says, putting on her best know it all voice that both Rio and Ruby say is going to get her in trouble one day, and for a minute, Beth doesn’t think he’s going to let her pivot, but in the end he just lets loose a smug grin, shrugging knowingly.

“Mm,” he hums. “One with the glasses and those ugly ass sneakers?”

And just - -

Okay.

That’s not fair.

“His name is Tommy,” she sniffs, but dammit, he is the one with the glasses and the ugly sneakers. “How do you even know that?”

“Just because it takes someone proposition’ you in the passenger seat of your mama van to realise someone’s checkin’ you out don’t mean we all got that problem.”

Beth blinks, a flush finding her cheeks, sliding down her chest before she can help it, and Rio’s tongue darts out to wet his lips and she knows he’s going to press them to the bony cup at the top of her sternum before he even does. He likes that, she knows, to taste her blush.

She shivers pleasantly, raking her nails down through his hair, feeling him purr against her chest.

“It didn’t take that, just so you know,” she tells him. “I knew way earlier.”

Well, a little earlier, not that much earlier, but - -

He makes a placating noise, but she knows he doesn’t believe her. His hands glide down over her naked sides beneath the sheet, pulling her hips against his and Beth lets herself be pulled, despite still feeling a little sore from doing all of this fifteen minutes ago. His recovery time really is pretty unbelievable.

Lifting his head, Rio just stares at her for a minute, like he’s trying to read something on her face, when suddenly he says:

“You gonna make all this a thing?”

“No,” she replies quickly, and Rio makes a noise like he doesn’t quite believe her, and Beth grins, leaning in to kiss him, snaking her hand down between them. It’s not like they’ve never used sex to distract each other before. Besides, it’s not a thing.

She doesn’t think it’s a thing?

(It’s probably a thing.)

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deans-baby-momma · 4 years

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M(NS)GG-Chapter 5

My pussy clenches around nothing and I can feel myself getting more wet, already close to orgasm. I moan at the sensation of something thick entering my cavern and I arch off the bed as I……

My eyes snap open and I stare up at the ceiling of my bedroom. About the same time I come to the conclusion that I'd been dreaming, I realize there is something, someone, between my legs and under the covers.

Dean's voice hums and I feel it on my core.

"Oh my god! Dean?"

The lump moves toward the foot of the bed and my Mom's boyfriend appears.

"Sorry Abby," he says as he licks his lips. "I was craving another taste. Now I'm hard as nails. Wanna help me out?"

"Where's Mom? Ben?"

"Lis is gone to the store and Ben is at school," he tells me. "We have the house to ourselves for at least 2 hours."

Two hours?! Two hours to have Dean fuck me? Oh hell yea!

I grin as I throw the comforter off my body, my lower half completely naked. Dean groans as I pull my shirt over my head.

"Guess that's a yes," he smirks as he pushes the sweat off his hips. His dick bounces up and off his abdomen.

"I wanna know if that mouth is as good as your pussy. Come here and suck my cock."

I crawl to the end of the bed and reach for him. I'm rewarded with the length of him level with my face.

Wrapping my fingers around his girth, I lathe my tongue from base to tip and then circle around it, making sure to lap at the precum.

I widen my lips and let him slip into my mouth. He is heavy on my tongue, twitching and spasming. I hollow my cheeks and suck, tasting more precum as it drips onto my tongue.

He places his hand on the back of my head and just leaves it there; no pressure to persuade me to go faster or take him deeper, just using his fingers to gently massage my scalp.

"Shit baby," Dean whimpers. "You sure you were a virgin because you give one hell of a blowjob!"

"This is my first time sucking a dick," I assure him. "Want me to take it all?" I ask, hoping to sound confident but Dean is long and thick and I'm not certain I wouldn't gag.

"You don't have to," he tells me as I lick around the tip again. "Fuuck! Okay, okay. Fuck, that mouth is almost as good as that tight little cunt.

Turn around, on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you from behind."

I turn and wait. I hear plastic ripping and I glance over my shoulder to see Dean rolling a condom onto himself.

"I don't want to have to pull out but I also don't want to get you pregnant," he tells me when he sees my questioning look.

Oh god! He is going to cum in the condom while still buried inside me. I tremble in anticipation.

I feel the blunt head of Dean’s dick rutting against my center. It feels different than before; it’s more slick and I realize that’s the condom. He notches it against my entrance and his hands grab my hips.

In one fluid move, he is buried inside me and I cry out.

“Shit, sorry Abby. Did I hurt you?”

I giggle as I turn and look at him. “The good kind of pain, Dean. Now fuck me please?”

Dean nods and furrows his brows as his hands grip my hips and he starts a fast, hard pace of pulling out and ramming into my pussy.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You’re so goddamned tight. I love being inside this cunt.”

I whimper and begin crooning. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck me Dean! Harder! Please? Oh fuck!”

My arms begin shaking and before long give out. I lay on my bed with my ass in the air, my chest pressed against the mattress as Dean fucks me up the bed.

My climax is already right on the cusp so when Dean reaches around and starts playing with my clit, I grab my pillow to bury my face in and scream. Dean doesn’t relent as he keeps pushing in and pulling out at an almost inhumane pace.

My throat is sore from all the screaming and moaning I have done for the last half hour when he pulls out and I whimper. Did he cum? Is he finished? Is it over?

Dean grabs me and flips me over onto my back, climbing onto the bed.

“Don’t hide those pretty little sounds from me, Abby. I wanna hear them.”

He groans as he bottoms out inside me and begins fucking into me like a mad man. “Scream my name baby. Let me hear it,” he grits out, his teeth clenched.

“Dean. Oh my god. Dean. I’m gonna cum. I’m so close,” I yell and hope and pray the neighbor’s don’t hear.

Dean pulls out and bends down and licks into me and covers my pussy with his mouth as he uses his tongue to enter me. I squeeze my thighs around his head as I see stars and shudder into his awaiting mouth.

Dean sucks and licks up every drop before sitting up and smiling. “You taste as good when you cum as you feel, squeezing my dick.”

He re-enters me and for another 45 minutes he completely wrecks me. I am a whimpering, blubbering mess by the time Dean groans out his release. I can feel his cock twitch as he pulses rope after rope of cum into the condom.

He leans down and lays over me, crushing his lips to mine. His tongue pushes between my lips and explores my mouth.

“You are the best Abby,” Dean says with a wink as he sits up and pulls out. I notice the end of the condom on his flaccid member is full.

He picks up his sweats and leans down once more, pecking my lips before walking out of the room.

By the time Mom returns, I’ve showered and am sitting at the kitchen counter, writing a list of books I want to buy to read during the summer.

“I thought we’d do a movie night,” she tells me as she puts up the groceries. “I stopped by Redbox and got a couple. Plus I picked up some popcorn and snacks.” She waves a bag of M&Ms for show.

“Sounds good.” I say as I turn back to my project. “What’d you get?”

“Avatar for Ben,” she says. “And some football movie.”

I nod and write down the last book I can think of for the time being.

During dinner, Mom announces to the guys about movie night and Ben gets excited about the movie she picked for him.

After all the food and dishes are stored away, we head to the living room to settle in and start the show.

Ben is sitting on the floor in a beanbag chair and I’m on the sofa. The couch is big enough for Mom and me both but she insists on sitting in the recliner with Dean.

I pretend their closeness doesn’t affect me but during the whole first movie, I can’t seem to get interested in it for glancing over at the two of them cuddled together.

Oh, how I wish that were me on his lap, feeling his strong arms holding me tight. When Mom leans in and kisses his lips, I sit back in a huff and cross my arms.

Dammit, I’m jealous of my own mother! I scoff at myself and turn my attention to the movie.

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oskea93 · 5 years

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Think of You: Part Four

-A/N: Hey guys! So sorry it took so long to get this to you all. It’s been a bit rough since I got back from vacation. I broke a bone and I got sick. And, my internet kept messing up. I’m back now and hopefully there won’t be any long gaps in the updates. I also want to apologize for any grammar mistakes that are in this update. I’ll try to go back later on and fix those. Secondly, this update may seem a little boring but the story is gonna pick up in pace and start moving forward in time. All of that will happen in the 5th update and beyond. I just want to thank all of those that have read my story and are enjoying it! It really means a lot to me :) PS: If you want to be added to the tagged list, let me know!

“What do you mean you turned him down?”

I removed the phone away from my ear as Mac yelled into the receiver. “He fucking wants you, Caroline! He’s actually interested and you’re turning him down?” She questioned. “Don’t get mad or anything, but are you fucking stupid?” I let out a sigh. I was growing very tired of being yelled at for my dating choices. I’m sorry that I wasn’t like her and jumped into bed with every guy that looked my way. I was not raised to be some floosy on the Sunset Strip, pining for the attention of some wannabe rock star. “You have to give him a chance, Caroline. You need to see where it goes and break out of this funk you’re in.”

“I’m not in a funk.” I whispered. “I just don’t feel like being in a relationship right now.” I could hear Mac mutter a string of curse words on the other line. “I’m not like you, Mac. I can’t just go out there and expose myself for the world to see. I don’t have that type of attitude and I never will.” I sounded pathetic.

“First of all-”Mac started, clearing her throat. “I don’t expose myself to the world. You’re making me sound like some kind of whore on the Strip.” She expressed. “Secondly, you do have that type of attitude. Every girl has it in them somewhere, it’s just up to you to find it and set it free.” Her voice was now soft. “You know I would never push you into something if I didn’t think it would be worthwhile. Yeah, Nikki may be rough around the edges but he’s really into you. Tommy even told me that Nikki’s crazy for you, and he doesn’t even know you!”

My heart was telling me to trust her but my brain was on guard duty. Nikki Sixx was very handsome in his own way but he was too dangerous. He reeked of sex, drugs, and rock n roll. He was everything that my parents warned me about. They would have a heart attack if I were to bring him home for Easter Dinner or any occasion for that matter. I would no doubt be booted from the family, and I’m an only child! “Caroline!”

I snapped out of my thoughts, “I can’t.” I quickly stated. “ I can’t be with someone like him. I don’t care how good of a guy you think he is or if he’s the leader in the church choir, he’s just not for me.” I rambled. My brain was back in charge, pushing my poor heart into the shredder.

“Dammit, Caroline!” Mac seethed through the phone. I knew she was going to be mad but it was my life, not hers. I have to think about what’s best for me and me only. “I hate to say this but you need to grow the fuck up, Caroline.” I was a little taken back by her statement. I was the most mature out of the two of us. “You need to get your head out of your ass and actually live your fucking life. You’re twenty-fucking-one years old but you’re acting as if your five and still afraid of catching cooties on the playground. Grow the fuck up, suck some dick, and live a little!”

I stayed silent, not sure if she was done yelling at me or not. “This isn’t fucking Georgia. Your mom and dad aren’t here to reprimand your every move anymore. You’re a grown ass woman who has the world at her feet. You’re a grown ass woman who not only has brains but the looks of a fucking Hollywood starlet. You’re fucking beautiful, Caroline and a very sexy rock star wants you for you. He wants you because you’re real and that’s hard to find in this town.” I picked at my nails as her words seemed into my head. “Yeah, he may not be the young, outstanding man your parents want you to be with but he may just be what you needed in your life to get you out of this slump.”

I tried my best to take Mac’s suggestions to heart but I was still holding back. My heart was pleading with my mind, trying to convince it that Mac was right on every level. Nikki probably was a nice guy but his whole world was everything I disagreed with. I guess you could blame my parents for my ways of thinking. From a young age, they drilled into my head that I needed to meet and marry a boy with good Christian values. He needed to be a hard-working guy with a good head on his shoulders. God needed to come first in his life and then of course me. Basically, he needed to be just like my father and nothing less. The only problem with that was I had met a guy like that in the past. My very first boyfriend was similar to my father. He was a church going guy and your typical country boy. He loved the Lord first and those he surrounded himself around second. The only thing was that it was all an act. He played a role on Sundays and Wednesdays. He would act one way in front of the congregation and then turn into a different person on the other five days. He was a real piece of work!

My parents wanted me to marry him but I decided to pursue my dreams instead. To say they were disappointed would be an understatement but I didn’t want to be tied down like my mother was. When I was little, I would ask my mom what her dreams were when she was my age. She would tell me how she wanted to be a librarian since she loved to read. She would tell me different stories that she had memorized, acting them out as if we were right in the pages. The way her imagination worked was incredible. The only thing was that her imagination only came out when it was just her and I. Her love if fiction and books in general never showed up when my father was involved. My mom was your typical housewife. She was my very own June Cleaver. She committed herself to her husband and child, never taking time for herself. Now that I’m an adult, it’s very sad to think of my mother in that way. She deserved so much more…

“Earth to Caroline!”

“What?” I blurted out.

Mac let out an annoyed sigh, “Just get your ass dressed and meet me at the Rainbow.” Before I could interject, Mac ended the phone call. “Fabulous.” I muttered as I hung up the phone. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was far too late to be going to the Rainbow. Not only would it take me an hour to get ready but then it would take even longer to get there. It was Saturday night and everybody in Los Angeles would be on the Strip. Mac didn’t even like the Rainbow, so didn’t understand why she wanted to go there.

I sat in the same spot for another 10 minutes before I dragged myself to the bathroom to get ready. It was hotter than blazes outside today and the heat was still there as nighttime was nearing. I decided on a simple skater dress with flowers and a pair of strappy sandals. I pulled my hair off my neck and into a high ponytail and kept my makeup light. The last thing I needed was my makeup running down my face due to the heat. I grabbed my keys and purse and made my way out the door.

“Why the fuck am I even friends with her!” I yelled out loud as I sat in LA traffic. The drive was going okay for the first 15 minutes but as I delved deeper into the city, the cars were bumper-to-bumper. People were walking in between the cars to get to the other side of the street and people were laying on their car horns as if they were playing musical horns. The heat was not helping the situation either. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 20 till nine. I had left my apartment at 7:55! I had been in traffic for almost an hour and for what reason I have no idea. If Mac isn’t there when I arrive, I might just kill her…

She wasn’t here.

At first I thought that she could have been caught in the same traffic jam as I was but I soon realized that it was all a setup when I saw Nikki Sixx walk through the door. As soon as I saw him, I placed my menu in front of my face, trying my best to hide as I watched him try to find who he was looking for. Unfortunately for me, I was the person he was looking for. A giant smile appeared on his face when he spotted me. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I laid the menu back onto the table. “Well, well, well-“ He smiled. “I figured it would just be Mac, Tommy, and I but I’m so happy you showed up.” I looked up at him unamused.

He slowly removed his leather jacket and took the seat in front of me. “What are you doing here?” I asked. A smirk appeared across his lips as he leaned forward. “I was invited.” He whispered. I rolled my eyes again. “You keep doing that, your eyes are gonna get stuck in the back of your head.” I narrowed my eyes at him as the waitress made her way over. I watched as she spoke to Nikki first. It was clear that she was flirting with him but he wasn’t paying her any mind. “I’ll have a Jack and Coke.” He simply told her. I was a bit shocked to say the least. I think the girl was even shocked. She didn’t seem to take it too well, especially when it was my turn to tell her what I wanted. She basically rushed me throughout my order and I would be surprised if I receive what I wanted.

“She digs me.” Nikki smiled as soon as the girl walked away. “Too bad the feeling isn’t mutual.” I couldn’t help but smile slightly as I leaned back into the booth. The girl quickly made her way back and dropped off our drinks, making sure to give Nikki a look before walking away. “She’s not really my type anyway.” Nikki spoke as he mixed the liquids together.

“Why’s that?” I questioned. He smirked as he continued to stir his drink. I don’t even know why I asked, I’m sure it was something superficial.

“She’s not you.” I could have sworn my heart stopped for a second. I may have also gone deaf during those seconds. I just stared at him. Was he being serious? “What?” I chocked. My mouth was suddenly dry as well.

He looked up from his drink, his expression suddenly serious. “She’s not you.” He spoke again. “In case you haven’t noticed, I really like you. Hell, I’ve liked you the moment I saw you walk out of our show.” His voice was softer, more intimate. “You intrigue me, Caroline.

I looked down at the table, unsure of what to say or do. I never had someone tell me that I “intrigued them.” He could have any girl he wanted. I’m sure there were girls all over the Strip that would do anything to get his attention, even the waitress was trying. “Why me?” I blurted out. “Why pick me?” My brain was in overdrive. “You could be with any girl on the Sunset Strip but you’re picking me. Why? I’m a second-grade teacher who goes to bed at eight o’ clock at night and spends her weekend either doing laundry or watching The Facts of Life. I don’t listen to the music you play or like. The only time I go to parties is when Mac drags me there and I usually end up leaving five minutes after I arrive. I’m a very boring person!” I rambled. “I don’t enjoy parties or hanging out with people I don’t know. I enjoy going to the grocery store or even the library. I don’t dress sexy or even own anything considered sexy. According to Mac, I dress like I’m a 50-year-old widow. I’m not like the other girls on the Strip or California for that matter.” I was talking so fast that I was out of breath.

Nikki had a giant smile spread across his face. “Why are you smiling like that?” I asked. He leaned forward in his seat, “You’re right-“ He began. “I could have any girl on the Strip but every girl on the Strip is exactly the same. Teased out hair, tight clothes, too much makeup, and a career that involves taking their clothes off. You may think that’s what I want but I want normalcy. I want boring. I want grocery shopping, library card owning, Facts of Life watching normalcy.”

I didn’t know what to say. Was he being serious? He didn’t strike me as the type that would sit around on a Saturday night and watch sitcoms. “I’ve rendered you speechless.” He chuckled. “I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or not.” Before I could respond, the waitress came back with our food. Nikki thanked her with a smile, causing her ego to grow even more. I couldn’t help but just stare at my food. I was suddenly not hungry anymore This guy was into me, at least that’s what he was leading me to believe. “Why aren’t you eating?”

I looked up at Nikki, a piece of spaghetti hanging out of his mouth. I couldn’t help giggle at the sight. “It’s really good, you know.” He smiled. He truly was an idiot, but he was a pretty cute idiot….

“So- Does this mean you’ll go out with me again?”

I rolled my eyes, a smirk also making its way across my lips. We had just finished a nice dinner and here he was asking the “important” question as he liked to call it. “You gonna answer me?” He placed his arm beside my body, partially trapping me against the car. I looked at his arm and then to his face. “I don’t know.” I stated. “Why should I?” It looked as if his eyes were going to bulge out of his skull. I usually wasn’t the type of girl to lead a guy on. If I was into him and he was into me, then I would totally agree on a second date. There was something different when it came to Nikki. I found it funny to lead him on and keep him wondering. It was almost like a game for me and I wanted to see how long it would take to win or even lose. In all honesty, I enjoyed our dinner together. He was not only devilishly handsome but also witty and smart. He may have the rock star looks but there was so much more. I liked it and I liked him.

“Tell you what-”He began. “If you want to see me again, Motley is playing our first huge gig on Friday. It’s our first mega show as a band and I would love to see you front row.” He expressed. “Hopefully this time you stay the whole show and don’t walk out.” His signature smirk danced across his face as he stared down at me.

I gave him a small smile, “Have a good night, Nikki.”

I slowly turned toward my car door and stepped into the driver’s seat. I looked at him once more before starting the engine and making my way out of the parking lot. I couldn’t help but look back in the rear-view mirror. He was just standing there but that damn smirk was still plastered on his face.

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