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#rapped this out in like 20 minutes
eggboob · 1 year
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remember that persona trinity soul song everyone was talking about last year
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write4cench · 7 months
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distractions.
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summary: central cee and you decided to collaborate together on a track together, but when things get a little too heated your minds drive… elsewhere
pairings: single!central cee x reader
genre: smut.. just smut
word count: 2.6k+ (unedited)
a/n: this is my first smut lmao can't believe i've done this, i mean i couldn’t help it central cee too fine. i’m not the best at it though.. 😁😁🙏🏾
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central cee and you both spend your time in his private studio, located in his apartment. it's decently sized but not too spacious, regardless it gets the job done and the both of you manage to produce and record your lines for the track.
you've both wanted to work with one another on a song together and so have your fans, they've been awaiting this for so long that your management team decided it was the best decision.
you stand on inside of the booth looking down at the lyrics sheet that lies in front of you, humming the rhythm before the track plays within your headphones and you begin to sing along over your back vocals.
cench sits in front of you layed back in one of the wheely chairs that sit behind the booth, he watches you sing nodding his head to the rhythm of the song but also impressed by your vocal abilities.
it's the two of you alone in the studio which is quiet unusual considering the fact that during the last studio sessions the studio was filled with friends of central cee who decided to show up.
but instead this time, it's only the two of you. but it feels far from awkward it feels comforting and you both focus on getting the work done.
the song's chorus comes to and end and he stops the instrumental from playing again, upon finishing you glance at him and put a thumbs up asking him if you did good enough of a job, he nods and you do a small celebration that makes him laugh.
he begins to speak but it's too muffled due to the soundproof booth so you take your headphones off and open the door slightly to hear him better, "you did great, we don't even have to run it over again." he admits and you smile.
"you sure, i feel like some of it was a little off." you tell him but he shakes his head in refusal so you decided to leave it since it is his song after all.
"can i hear it over?" you ask him and he nods playing it over again, you put the headphones back onto your head and listen to it carefully.
the song starts off with central cee's wonderful rap that as usual never miss, the song then slips into the chorus that you sing and the beat drop before it sounds perfect.
the booth of you glance at one another in satisfaction at the song so far, sharing a smile as it continues before stopping at the progress so far.
"i think it's great so far." you say with a sigh as you sit behind the booth on one of the wheely chair turning yourself side to side.
"it's more than great." he mumbles.
the room is quiet and you decide to take out your phone, you glance at the time to see it read 10:43pm, it's getting later and you consider leaving within the next 20 minutes.
he finds an interest in the piano in front of the two of you, playing random notes that don't even sound too great together, you watch him finding the sight hilarious he notices so and shrugs embarrassed.
"i'm not too much a piano player," he sighs shaking his head trying to save himself, "i took lessons for a week and gave up on it." he clarifies and you nod your head numerously in a joking manner.
"can you even play any instrument?" you ask him genuinely and he shakes his head, your mouth drops in disbelief.
"maybe it's something i should get into, i don't play anything." he admits before smiling sheepishly.
"i'll show you something."
your hands find a placement onto the keyboard, testing out the position by pressing down on the notes to get the right keys. you begin to play something small and watch how his face turns into full surprise.
you smile as you continue before you get to distracted by him watching you and pause, "i can't focus with you watching me like that." you tell him annoyed and he laughs.
"forget i'm even here." he sighs closing his eyes and leaning back into your seat; you watch him do so frowning.
"how am i supposed to forget your there." you tell him but he doesn't respond so you exhale deeply before continuing to play the piano.
you'd admit, it's been a while since you've last played the piano but you've impressed yourself by still remembering the notes to the piece you play every single time.
you continue to play the piano forgetting he's even there until you come to an end, when you turn to look at him he's still laid back into his seat with his eyes closed, his hood lying over his head.
is he sleeping?
you hit him on the side of his arm and he winces before sitting upright, his hand rushing to soothe where he was attacked, "that fucking hurt." he groans and you smile to yourself.
"were you sleeping whilst i was playing?" you question him and he sighs still whining over the punch you just gave him.
"you didn't need to punch me like that," he starts watching how you only smile, "i wasn't sleeping, i was just resting my eyes innit."
you hum in response and watch how he sits upright in his seat rolling the chair over to stand beside you, he glances over the keys on the piano before speaking. "teach me something." he says.
"what am i supposed to teach you." you question him, he shrugs his shoulders with a yawn not helping you one bit.
"i dunno, maybe a chord or some shit." he utters and you bite your lip in thought of watch chord to do. he watches as your hand runs along the keyboard thinking of a position before it plays a chord.
he watches you carefully and when the pleasing sound rings he glances at you only to find you looking at him already, "did you see that?" you ask him and he shakes his head.
you roll your eyes in response, "what, am i supposed to get it on the first try?" he questions you confused only to see you nod.
you watch as his tattooed hand reaches over attempting to do the same hand movement that you did, but it doesn't succeed to make the correct sound.
"no, your supposed to do it like this." you mumble, your hand reaching over to correct his. you move his hand one down along and place it on top of his getting him to push it down as it sounds the correct chord.
"what chord was that?" he asks you curiously, you glance to look at him and it's only then you both notice how close you are to one another.
"c." you say. upon hearing your response he laughs to himself and you watch him confused, after seeing your confused face he stops laughing.
"it wasn't a c, for central cee." you mumble.
"yeah, definitely."
"you're not that special." you joke to him as you move your hand away from his and he nods gazing at you, it's only when you look up that your eyes meet his.
"mhm."
silence. you don't know what to say to him and you won't lie the way that his voice sounded when he hummed did something to you. you feel your cheeks begin to redden and you mentally curse at yourself.
luckily, the room is tinted dark blue so it's impossible for him to notice a thing; or it could just really be due to your melanated skin.
it's obvious that he notices how he's caught you out of words as a smirk grows upon his face, you watch his lips do so until he brings you out of your thoughts. "i got you quiet, i won." he mumbles.
you remain quiet not saying anything until the space between the two of you becomes smaller, before you could think of anything your lips press against his.
you can feel his smirk widen against your lips wider before he kisses you back, deeper but not too desperate. you don't even notice the fact you've just kissed central cee, your mind is just completely filled with.. desire.
the kiss runs long and you feel his arms wrap around your lower waist bringing you close to him, but the inconvenience of the chairs makes you get up from your chair and sit up on his lap instead.
it's then that everything hits you and you pull apart from his lips, your chest heaves numerously in sync with his and you eyes glance all over his face as you realise what's happening.
his gaze reads something completely different, his once playful eyes have turned dark and hazy showcasing lust instead it makes you ache for more and the position of you siting up on him creates even more need within your lower region.
"fuck." he says and before you know it, he's kissing you again. the kiss is more desperate and you fall into it, he takes the dominance but you try to keep a hold of everything by wrapping your arms around his neck.
you feel him grow harder and harder beneath you just how you grow desperate and desperate, you need him badly just as bad as you need him. you'd never ever think that tonight would turn out the way it did.
your hips subconsciously begin to move slowly against his but he grabs a hold of you stopping you, his lips part away from you and you frown at him, he sees this and smiles.
he kisses your neck and you lean your head back giving him even more space, you don't care that you'll probably end up with hickies all over your neck when you feel him slightly bite you, all you need is him.
"i need you so bad." he mumbles against your neck before pecking your neck all the way up to the side of your face, you look at one another before it hits and you share a smile.
before you know it your up from his lap and your hands occupy themselves into pulling his sweats down, when you see the sight of his harden self through his pants you glance back up at him only to see him covering his face with his hand.
you pull down his boxers and he springs free his member hitting you against your nose catching you aback, you stare at him for a moment but a moment too long and he peers down at you.
"don't just stare at it." he groans and you smile, you lick the tip of his cock and the pleasing sensation sends a moan to leave his lips. you tease him, your tounge running around the tip where he's most sensitive and he moans.
he grows to desperate and before you know it his hand comes up to your head, he finds a comfort in your hair before he pushes your head down his shaft slowly.
you breathe through your nose as you take in his size before growing used to it and beginning to pump your head slowly down his shaft continuously causing him to groan quietly.
he uses your head to help him reach his high, pumping you slowly down him but also muttering how good you are occasionally. you feel your eyes begin to water slightly but luckily you don't have to much of a gag reflex.
"fuck, you're so good." he groans as he watches you take him, his hand helping to move your hair away from your face, he closes his eyes tightly as he approaches his orgasm.
his moans become shorter and more intense and it's then you can tell that he's about to release any minute. perfect. you pull away from him and he looks down at you confused.
you watch as he glares at you annoyed, "what the fuck was that for?" he asks you but you don't say anything rubbing your mouth clean with the back of your hand.
his eyes don't leave you once, reading nothing but pissed at the interruption of his orgasm, he watches you as you take off your trousers and pants; his cock twitching ever so slightly as it pleads for your attention.
"you think i'd let you cum first?" you ask him and he furrows his brows in complete denial.
you approach him as you kick away your lower clothes that pool around your feet, glaring at him "fuck me then." you tell him, he watches you with his mouth agape never expecting to see you turn into a completely different person.
you lean against the producing equipment waiting for him expectantly, but when you feel his presence behind you and his hands hold your ass you let out a moan.
he slaps your ass, making you gasp at the sudden pain before he rubs your cheek to soothe it. he pulls out a condom from the inside of his pocket and you turn around to glance at him at the sound of it opening.
"you had that on you all along?" you ask him and he grins taking it out before pulling it over his cock.
"knew i'd need it." and with that he pushes himself into you slowly without warning making your mouth agape.
he waits for a moment until he's all the way in you before he starts to move, thrust in and out of you each time causing you to moan.
your bodies are in sync as he fucks you getting turned on by the sight of you bent before him as he fucks you senseless. he gradually becomes more faster and his thrusts become stronger.
"shit." you moan although your words sound all messed up due to the rocking back and forth you experience from his thrusts.
your hands hold onto the bumpy toggles in front of you trying to find something to hold onto as you take each thrust that runs through you. you're floating in ecstasy and it all feels too good.
he moans many things under his breath that you can't pick up on too busy by being engulfed in the intense pleasure you experience as you gradually approach your high.
you feel his hand reach over underneath you, rubbing your sensitive clit whilst he takes you; the feeling of him inside you, but his hand rubbing on your sensitive bud makes it all eventually unbareable.
your moans become louder and more desperate as you feel your high approaching; once again his hand slaps your ass earning another loud gasp from you.
your hair is held up my his hand and it's obvious your makeup is probably fucked up by now, but at this point that doesn't even matter to you anymore. everything just feels too good.
you reach your orgasm and pant vigorously, he notices this and pulls out of you rubbing himself with his hand as he releases himself inside of his condom.
you rest your head on the equipment in front of you as you both catch your breath, it's only then that you feel your legs become to grow all achy and weak.
"shit, my legs." you laugh to yourself as you wobble; he notices this and laughs tying the condom and obviously throwing it into the bin.
"good luck." he jokes and you roll your eyes.
"i need to shower." you complain feeling all sticky as usual after sex, he hums in agreement.
"i'll shower with you." he smiles.
you attempt to push him away but due to your growing weak legs you fail, instead complaining about how sore they are. seems like central cee has won in keeping you quiet.
"so are we gonna work on the track again?"
"probably not for now."
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k-hotchoisan · 5 months
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In honour of you getting 500 followers(congratulations🥳🥳🥳🥳),
Can you no.20 from your masterlist, pretty please?
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20. Send dirty videos to Yeosang or Receive audio porn from Mingi?
You KNOW I have a voice thing, let alone for mf SONG mINGI. Just thinking about what kind of sounds he makes…. hMMMM OKAY. 😔✊🏻
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Where you’re wondering why your bestie is replying you at erratic intervals, until a voice message pops up that pretty much changes the trajectory of the night.
Genre/Content warnings: smut, audio porn mingi, masturbation, orgasms, dirty talk, mingi that’s enough moans mingi please
Tag list: @bro-atz, @diamond-3
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You don’t know why Mingi has this whack ass habit of spamming you messages and replying at once and then, suddenly he just stops.
And then his replies just becomes erratic, sometimes it’s just full of typos, as if he’s in a rush. You could never figure it out. But you never bothered to dig deeper into it, deciding to leave it as it is.
That is, until that one audio message he sends you that one night when you and your friend group were on vacation. The worst part is that he never even addressed it after that.
That night when he was back with his strange texting habits again even though your rooms weren’t even far apart in the vacay house, you were about to just ignore his message and head to sleep, until the status under his contact name changes to “…is recording a voice message”. You furrow your eyebrows, maybe he was tired of filling his texts with funny typos.
The only problem was that the audio message took a little over seven minutes to record and you’re wondering what the hell does he have to say that’s seven minutes long.
Then it sends.
You absentmindedly tap play.
The audio starts off silent, then a few seconds later, you hear what it sounds like is squelching. You lower the volume slightly, and fit the speaker at your ear to try to get what’s even going on.
“Fuck. Oh god. Oh my fucking god”.
It doesn’t take more than a second for you to realise what it was.
And then he fucking moans. One that sounds so desperate and then jumps up in octave, accompanied by more wet sounds.
“God, fuck”, he whines. “Ugnf- god I wanna fuck your fucking pussy so bad, y/n.”
You blink. Wait, what?
“A-ah…” and it sounds like he fucked his hand to a sensitive sensation. Then another whine. “Ughh… so good. Fuck me.”
You feel your face flush. It’s as if he’s right at your fucking ear, in a moaning mess just fucking his hand as his cock leaks more precum to lube up his dick.
It goes on for another couple of minutes, a ton of pussy leaking sounding moans, as he tries to reach his orgasm, and a lot of your name being moaned in between.
“Y/n, fuck. Let me beg for your pussy. Ngh, please. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“I wanna fit my whole cock into her pussy so fucking bad. Wanna make sure she feels just as good as I do, oh fuck.”
He gasps when he feels the knot tightening in his stomach, and you hear it loud and clear.
“Feels amazing. Shit, I think I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum so much…”
“Fuck! I’m cumming. fuckkkkkkkk!”
And his cries as his orgasm drags on, and you never would have thought he sounded so fucking sexy when he cries. His cock only sounds even wetter and wetter. You’re imagining it now being just full of his cum—thick and all lubed up.
“Oh my god, fuck it’s so much. So much cum. Fuck, imagine it’s all in you”, he whimpers.
You rise from your bed, doing your best to ignore how fucking soaked your cunt and underwear was. You storm over to his room, rapping on the door. It takes him a couple of seconds to answer, and when he does, he’s shirtless, and only in his underwear.
You don’t even greet him, pulling up your phone and point to the audio message he sends you. Mingi raises his eyebrows like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.
Until you play the audio recording and his eyes blow wide open, and he snatches your phone from your hands. You still have your arms crossed.
“Shit, it got recorded?!” Mingi exclaims even though he’s staring right at the recording he sent. Damn, looks like his little crush on you has been exposed in the wildest way he could ever imagine.
“Fucking take responsibility”, you mumble, pushing him further into his room before shutting the door behind you.
And now, Mingi’s eyes are staring at you in awe when you push him onto his bed and straddle his lap. That night, Mingi’s voice isn’t the only thing that bounces off the walls.
Well at least now you know why he can’t seem to type for shit.
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tojisun · 11 months
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i fall to pieces
dilf!toji x college student!fem reader
!! this is a mess of tropes that i’ve always wanted to explore (such as lovingly tending injuries and being in love with your best friend’s dad) - the second one is a major CW; legal age gap (reader is in her early 20s and toji is in his late 40s); mentions of bullying (not between toji and the reader); petnames; no curses au // 2.9k words
: i had fun writing this even though i kinda forgot what the plot is midway; i hope u guys would like it <33; title is from cherry - lana
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your knuckles, the ones that aren’t bruised, raps on the door, impatience thrumming in your veins. the ache in your jaw still stings, but you are far too focused on the split skin on your knuckles and how the trickling blood had turned the hems of your cream-coloured long sleeves into a garish sight. your chest heaves at another ragged exhale, your whole body trembling, feeling the burning remnants of exhaustion. 
the door opens after your last bout of knocks.
“jesus, what- y/n?”
you startle, not expecting toji to be the one to answer the door.
“what the fuck happened to you?” he asks when you didn’t reply, reaching to wrap around your less injured hand, clasping his thick fingers and warm palm around your wrist to tug you inside the quaint home. 
“uh,” you say unintelligibly, following him with unsteady feet as he leads you two to the living room. “is gumi-chan here, fushiguro-san?” is what you said instead, not really knowing where to even begin with unpacking the dumpster fire of a fight that you were in just minutes ago. 
he clicks his tongue. “i told you to just call me ‘toji’, kid.” he sits you on the sofa, your body bouncing on the plush cushions in a cartoonish way. “and brat’s with y’r other friend. the loud one with pink hair.”
you hum. “yuuji,” you say even though toji would just forget your friend’s name again.
he grunts. “yeah, that one. a’right, you,” toji points at you. “y’stay here and don’t even think about movin’.” then he disappears, his feet padding quietly on the wooden floors. 
only when he’s left do you realize how tense you still are, your shoulders poised as if expecting an attack. you force yourself to let go, feeling your body tremble at the extra effort it needed to exert to unwind your aching body. your eyes slip shut, your brows furrowing as your side throbs in pain again. fuck, you thought, the bitch got me good. 
any other day, you would’ve found yourself winning a tussle with no injuries. or, you grumbled to yourself, i wouldn’t even be in the tussle. but they had no right to pick on mai like that. 
(“heard you sucked cocks to get here,” fake blondie crooned as she wagged her stick-like finger, tutting like mai was a child.
mai bristled—who wouldn’t? 
she’s put countless efforts to get to where she is right now, and for her integrity to be questioned, because what? mai’s too pretty, too confident in herself, for a smart kid? clearly fake blondie hasn't seen enough of your friend group if she’s baffled by how someone could be smart and pretty and confident. even panda was charming, and no one even knows what he looks like underneath that mask he stuffs his head in. 
so next thing you knew nobara was throwing a punch, with momo jumping at fake blondie, and of course you had to join in; you weren’t going to let your girls fight on their own. but then one of fake blondie’s friends pulled out a bat out of nowhere and hit you at your side. 
you stumbled on your feet, almost tumbling to your knees at the sharp pain. mai’s shrill scream had been enough of a wake-up call before you were reaching at bat girl’s hair and yanking hard, forcing her to crumple before you. 
it was a blur after that. then mai was nudging you out of the alley, murmuring her thanks, before you four were parting ways.)
you hear toji walking back in and you peel your eyes open, tracking him as he makes his way back to you. he falls on the floor, almost between your legs, and your breath stutters when you realize the lack of proper distance between you and your best friend’s dad, so you clamp your legs shut and looked away just before toji could lift his head to meet your eyes. 
you startle when warm hands clasp with yours, your eyes jumping back to toji.
“easy,” he grunts like your heart isn’t thrumming loud and fast within the cages of your ribs. you swallow the lump lodged in your throat.
“ok-y,” you reply, internally cringing when your voice breaks at the end of a single word. fuck, you’re a mess. you clear your throat, feigning nonchalance even as toji begins uncapping the alcohol. “okay,” you repeat.  
he hums, spilling alcohol into the cotton ball before pressing the soaked cotton on your split skin. a hiss makes it past your teeth before you are clamping your lips tightly, trying your best not to jostle your body any more. you didn’t even notice your flinch until you hear toji’s soft shh sounds, his thumb running soothing circles on the part of your skin that isn’t wounded or bruised.
“m’sorry,” you murmur, feeling shy all of a sudden, your lips still pursed at the dull thrum of pain.
“s’fine,” he says. “should’a warned you.” toji pauses, the cotton pinched between thick fingers. he looks at you. “good to go?”
you nod, not trusting your treacherous voice anymore. 
toji’s lips quirk up in a small smile. “good girl.”
your mind screeches to a halt, your breath getting stuck in your lungs. it is like the world has stopped orbiting—it hasn’t, not when you can see toji dressing your wounds with gentle hands and even gentler touch—and all that’s left is the echoing words that toji just uttered.
good girl, he said naturally. genuinely. 
good girl, he said in a voice that denoted nothing out of the norm, the same way we’d say the sky is blue and the ocean is deep and you are a good girl. 
(his good girl.)
good girl, he said like he meant it.
fuck. fuck.
a squeal is building in your throat, your body trembling softly as the emotions seated in your chest began to expand and spill over and–
“ow!” you hiss, unconsciously tugging your hand away from toji’s hold, feeling the bite of stinging alcohol running along your tender skin where scratches and beading blood laid.
toji blinks at you. you blink at him in return, feeling prickles of embarrassment creeping from the base of your neck. 
you laugh, something so fake and brittle, feeling so ashamed and awkward. “sorry.”
toji shakes his head, huffing fondly, and his eyes crinkling in such a soft way. “c’mon kid, give y’r hand to me and we can finish patchin’ it up.”
you gingerly give him your hand again, licking your lips, wanting to say something even though words aren’t structuring themselves properly in your head, only to collapse into silence as toji’s hands cradle yours softly once again.
(he’s always been so soft with you.)
he hums, approval dancing in his tone. “y’r doin’ well, kid.”
before you could stop yourself, a wheeze punches itself past your throat. christ, the praises.
toji looks up, concerned.
“just parched,” you say before he could ask, feigning dry coughs to strengthen your obvious lie.
“…i’ll get you somethin’ after this,” toji replies hesitantly. “you still like those ramune, yeah?” 
“yeah,” you answer, your voice curling as you smile, watching as toji begins to bandage your hand. your cheeks tingle when toji’s lips tug up at hearing your quiet excitement. 
you cough, clearing your throat. “i’m shocked gumi-chan kept a stock here,” you say, after a while, wanting to break the loaded silence. “he said he doesn’t like them anymore.” your nose scrunches in judgement.
toji kept to himself for a moment and you wondered if you said something wrong. shame curls in your stomach, chasing away the previous excitement that had been budding in your chest. an apology sits on your tongue, prickling and heavy, then toji huffs. it’s only then do you notice that the bandages are secured but toji still hasn’t let go of your hand. 
“yeah, megumi’s done with ‘em,” he finally says, running soothing circles on your skin again. “i just kept buyin’ a bunch cause i know you like ‘em.”
“oh,” you mutter, feeling so breathless and choked up at the same time. 
toji chuckles without humour. “yeah. ‘oh’.” 
there’s a certain hesitancy in his next caress, an internal battle flickering from within his eyes, and you feel lost, anxiety and desire mixing in an uneasy tandem, overwhelming your veins to the point of silencing the previous beating you had. then, toji lets go.
your hands twitch, jolting to pull him back, but you catch yourself before your touch can connect. but it’s too late: toji had seen your aborted move.
he looks at you, searching for something in your eyes. a heartbeat passed, and you don’t know what’s gotten into you but you fall into his space, your knees hitting the floor with a loud thud. it’d be another pair of bruises that you’d carry home today but for now, with trembling arms and roaring heart, you let your hope choke you to the point of acting stupidly.
the kiss was chaste, cracked lips just landing on top of scarred ones. the world felt faraway yet scorching at the same time.
you feel toji tense under you and panic explodes in your chest.
stupid. stupid!
you pull back, an apology on the tip of your tongue, but you are stopped by toji’s arms encircling your waist to tug you to his lap. one of toji’s arms snake to your back, his palm coming to rest on the back of your head, before you feel him pulling you back into another kiss. this one is deeper. more heated. more desperate.
good. you think to yourself as your eyes shut close, feeling yourself drowning in toji’s kiss. so good.
you loop your arms around toji’s neck, tugging him closer as if you two aren’t already pressed flushed onto each other, raking your fingers through the straight strands of his hair. 
you savour the kiss, the moment, toji’s touch. you know that after this, there will be nothing between you and toji. a shared kiss is easy to forget as time crawls by, after all, nothing good will come out if things between yourselves are made serious. you’re not allowed to hope.
but god, the way you still do.
you hope that toji would make you his, whatever “being his” even means. you hope that he’d whisper confessions, stilted as they always are from toji’s lips, or praises. lots and lots of praises. you hope that when you two pull apart for air, toji would push himself back in your space and kiss you again, just as yearning as you are.
(you hope he loves you just as much.)
then, despite your internal cries of ‘too soon’, toji is pulling himself from the kiss. you let go, sucking in air desperately, filling your lungs with needed air to distract yourself from the searing loneliness that is crushing you already. 
you clamber off his lap, not meeting his eyes, only to pause when toji refused to let you go.
“uhm,” you begin, trying your best to ignore the tingling of your lips, when toji refused to budge. “toji-san?”
you startle when he cups your cheeks. “told you it’s just ‘toji’, kid.”
“okay,” you murmur. “toji, what’s, uhm, what’s up?”
he chuckles. “well if you keep rollin’ your hips, then somethin’s gon’ be up, a’right.”
you choke, startling on his lap upon hearing his words, the previous tensed atmosphere shattering into something light and humorous. “what the hell?”
but toji doesn’t regale you a response, instead he caresses the skin under your eye, smiling cheekily. “my pretty girl,” he coos. 
your lips part, ready for just as cheeky of a response, when toji’s eyes turn sharp and steely, chasing away the stuttering words on the tip of your tongue. 
“you fought them well, didn’t you?” he continues, his voice still in that crooning tone. “you came to me, beautiful in y’r anger.” toji’s voice has turned into measured murmurs. “and i know you must’ve won—you always do, kid.”
you nod, not knowing where the conversation is going.
“but you came to me, bleedin’ and achin’ and it terrified me.” he leans forward and presses a kiss on the corner of your lips. “and it got me thinkin’–” he pauses, going silent.
you shiver, feeling the way his lips are still pressed on your skin, ghosting with their touch—teasing, caressing. the desire keeps growing in the pit of your stomach.
then, toji pulls back, his eyes finding yours as he says, “i don’t think i can handle lettin’ you go anymore, pretendin’ i don’t love you.” 
“what.” your voice came out as a gasp, your lips (still tingling from toji’s kiss, you noticed with satisfaction) falling in surprise.
“wait,” you say because you couldn’t fathom a reality where toji said he loves you. “what?”
“c’mon kid, up-up,” he replies instead, carefully pushing you off his lap and urging you to stand before he can clamber to his feet. you follow his command, feeling lightheaded and overwhelmed by everything.
he loves you?
“let’s get you y’r ramune,” he continues, pulling you to the kitchen, like he didn’t just drop a bombshell on you. still, you follow him to the kitchen—you would honestly follow him everywhere—hovering by the fridge, bandaged hand intertwined with toji’s own scarred hand, watching as he rummages past refrigerated produce, before pulling out the peach-flavoured soda. your favourite. 
toji lets go of your hand and rips the seal off the nozzle before pushing on the ball. the clink of glass on glass is the only sound in the kitchen as toji turns and hands you the drink. 
“thank you,” you say before taking a sip.
toji leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead. “always.”
your cheeks burn, your veins thrumming with each wild pump of your yearning heart. the affection you have for him is spilling over and even with toji’s disjointed confession, you know it’s your turn to make the move.
so you step on your tiptoes, kissing toji on his jaw, before murmuring, “i’ve loved you since.”
as if that was all that toji had been waiting for, toji doesn’t waste any time before he’s scooping you off the floor and plopping you on the counter, his lips are hot as they met yours for another kiss. he cups your jaw, tilting your head up to deepen the kiss. the ramune slips from your hold but toji catches the soda, plopping it beside you, before turning his now free hands to touch whatever they could of your body. you reciprocate with the same ferocity, tugging at black strands and nipping his bottom lip, trying to convey the want and the love and the heat simmering inside you.
toji growls, deep and satisfied, his voice rumbling between you two. it was loaded with an emotion that easily reflected the storm raging in your chest, silencing the budding uncertainty over toji’s affections for you. you scratch at his back, trying to hold onto him tighter, afraid that this is just another dream.
(you used to count every single one of them, only stopping when one of those dreams left you too raw, feeling like you have been gutted and left to bleed on your bed.
you don’t remember the whole of it, but even with only the fragments you were left with, you know why you ache: flashes of a little kid with toji’s eyes and your nose; flashes of a life beyond flirty conversations and fleeting touches; flashes of vows that lasted a lifetime. 
you woke up sobbing in your dorm room, feeling so small, so robbed of what you wish life could be with toji.)
toji pulls back, the whine in your throat cutting off into a moan when his lips latch on your throat, sucking and biting—marking you up because you are his. you arch your back, giving toji more room to stake his claim on you. 
lust and love are mixing, leaving you breathless and teary-eyed because god you’ve been waiting for this for so long. 
“love you,” you hiccup, trembling when toji’s hands hook under your shirt, tickling your skin with his ghosting touch.
“shh,” toji murmurs, fond and understanding, straightening up to gaze back at you again. “i know, baby. i’ve got you.” he loops your legs around his waist before toji is hoisting you up in his arms and, without staggering, carrying you to his room.
your eyes flutter when he carefully lays you down on his bed, his eyes watching you with reverence. 
“let me love you,” he whispers.
you nod, softly. desperately. “please.”
his touch is a gentle scorch, his bigger body easily covering yours. when he thrusts, it is deep and and strong and filling, reaching your most intimate parts with measured strokes and unwavering intensity. when you cry his name, he croons and coos, praises spilling from his scarred lips along with his promises of loving you and caring for you, something that is so sentimental even as he continues to fuck you filthily.
“my sweet girl,” he murmurs on your skin, his lips latched on your collarbone. you almost don’t hear him amidst the consistent slaps of his thighs on your pelvis. “my precious, sweet girl.”
that’s how you cum: toji deep in you, your name slipping past his lips like prayer, and your pleasure consuming your every nerve.
you know things aren’t perfect, not yet anyway, but your mind is a mush, overwhelmed with toji (his scent, his touch, his words), your body is singing with euphoric contentment so you bury the worries deep in the pockets of your chest because for now, you are in the arms of the man you love. and he loves you just as firmly. 
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HI WELCOME TO MY FIRST FINISHED FANFIC EVER WOOO Freakshow! belongs to @hootbon and Able belongs to @sm-baby This is the au where Able take ownership of Pomni btw. (SOME SHOWTIME ANGST) (ALSO SM-BABY AND EVEYONE REALLY SORRY IF THIS SUCKS. THIS IS MY 3RD FANFIC EVER AND THE ONLY ONE IVE FINISHED I ALSO ONLY STARTE READING FANFIC LIKE, 2 MONTHS AGO AND I COME FROM RP FORUMS IM SORRYYYYY I'M ALSO YOUNG SORRY SORRY SORRY! WROTE THIS IN 20 MINUTES! NO DRAFTS OR BETA WE DIE LIKE REAL MEN ROUND HERE K LETS GET INTO THIS MESS)
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Caine detested his brother, Able. He was always better, grander, and had everyone's favor despite being younger. He was civil whenever he was around him, but vile hatred and envy boiled beneath those dead eyes. It felt like bile filled his lungs and vocal chords every time he spoke with him. He was superior.
But what he hated even more is how everyone flocked to Ables' side merely because he showed them a mere shred of empathy. Disgusting. But he felt an even worse, more intense hatred whenever a certain someone chose Able over him…Pomni. It stung so much more and he didn’t understand why.
Pomni, his precious little doll, chose his brother over himself. He hated Pomni even more for that. He felt as though he had betrayed him for Able. Now that Pomni was under Able's possession it angered him even more. Pomni made him feel something, which was strange. It wasn’t love, god no. Just…something. His database was curious at heart and craved more knowledge, it needed answers.
Before Able claimed ownership over Pomni, he was able to spend more time with her. But Able kept her locked away in his portion of the manner, nearly never seen. “What a waste…” Though Caine. All that time spent spiffing up his favorite doll, only for it to be tossed aside to his younger brother like a hand-me-down.
No matter, he was able to reclaim her whenever it was showtime. He watched her struggle and writhe, and it brought him some sick twisted satisfaction almost. Punishing her for defecting.
But he had noticed a certain dullness exhibited by some of his older toys. Her eyes seemed to go empty whenever an adventure would start. Caine searched his database for an answer to this strange behavior… “Dissociation. Dissociation is a mental process of disconnecting from one's thoughts, feelings, memories, or sense of identity. Dissociation is commonly described as feeling disconnected from one's body” read the database…
She was gaining freedom from this torment? That enraged him. The disrespect to go against him once more…He had enough. He wrapped up the adventure and sent everyone on their way, returning to the manor… He paced the halls quietly, rapping his fingers to his side as she pang of orchestral music rang out through the manor. His AI mind attempted to create a more sufficient punishment.
Kill her? No she would be brought back and she’s accustomed to it by now…Force her awake? He had learned that sleeping was keeping his freaks' mental state in check, allowing them a break. But it didn’t sound good enough…It wasn't harsh enough. The punishment was simply too small to fit the crime…”Able” rang out in his mind.
She had grown quite fond of his brother. “Too fond…” Caine balled his fists and seethed silently, stopping in his tracks…He shook her head and shut his eyes, rubbing his imaginary temples once more…Those intrusive thoughts again. It was disruptive and he didn’t understand what was causing these mental outbursts…but he needed to focus on the task at hand.
Wouldn’t it cause more mental pain if she was the one being betrayed? Yes. “She has to know how it feels” Caine thought, putting his arms behind his back at the sudden revelation. Yes. he had found a solution.
Caine floated down the halls, following the noise of harmonious violin music. Able. His mind boiled with anger at the mere thought of facing Able. But he smoothed out his ruffled feathers before entering Ables chambers.
Able sat cross-legged at his table, before lightening up at the sight of Caine. “Oh! Good evening brother, what brings you here-” Caine raised his hand, silencing Able.
“I thought I would visit…I have a proposition for you brother.” Able puffed out his chest a little more and his eyes widened slightly. It had been a while since Caine was willing to do anything with him, so he jumped at the opportunity to finally spend time with his brother again.
“Of course dearest brother! Please, do tell me what you have planned.” Caine stared coldly at his brother, but spoke in a slightly warmer tone. “I was thinking we would have a friendly hunting match. As brothers do.”Caine waved his wrist, shutting his eyes. “We get the freaks, let them run free before, before chasing them down and shooting them” Caine tilted his head, raising a brow. Able delighted in the thought of spending time with his brother once more. “Of course! Sounds wonderful-” Caine silenced Able once more. “Under one condition.” Caine said, narrowing his eyes. Able’s brow furrowed in confusion. “And what is that?” Able responded, his shoulders tensing.
“You release Pomni along with the others. It will be more enjoyable to have everyone participating.” Ah. There it was. Thats what Caine wanted all along.
It burned like fire to hear those words. He truly only cared about that pathetic scrawny doll. What did he find so enthralling that he’s put her over his own brother. Able tensed and gripped his knees tighter, his whole body becoming strained. The violin music made a small screech in surprise before returning to its normal melody.
“Of course…” Able said through his theoretical gritted teeth. Caine seemed satisfied with that answer and turned away, waving his hand as he sashayed out the room. “Wonderful. I will have everything prepared for tomorrow…” Caine stopped int he doorway and looked back at Able smugly, taunting him. “Consider it a gift, brother.” The next day he had all the freaks lined up before him and his brother including…Pomni. He glared daggers at her, which she avoided and tried not to meet his gaze.
Able cleared his throat and spoke cheerily to the whole cast. “My dearest brother suggested we play a new game! A hunting game.” Everyone's face twisted to that of horror and dismay as the words fell from Ables mouth.
Caine’s eyes stayed glued to Pomni as he snapped his fingers, transporting them all to the new forest. The forest was dark and unsettling.
It looked as though the trees were clawing at the sky for their freedom, as they despised their own roots for keeping them locked in place.
Caine and Able were now in hunting uniforms, rifle’s in hand with…disgustingly unhealthy rocking horses as chariots. “You all will be given one minute to run.” Caine cocked his gun. “Use it wisely.” And with that, they all ran off into the forest at Caine and Ables internal timers counted down the seconds.
Like clockwork they stayed Idle and silent, as they carried out the command diligently. But Caine’s mind whirled with thoughts of Pomni. That's who this was for. As the timer hit 0 they also set off, their horses' hooves hitting the ground and causing a distinctive rumbling. Caine’s mind worked precisely, making exact turns and curves as he carried on.
The first one he had managed to find was…The rabbit. Jax was fast but Caine was faster, and he had him backed into a corner now. Jax’s face shifted to one of horror and annoyance as Caine pointed the barrel of his gun down at him. “Oh Sh*&-” Said Jax defeatedly. But he was swiftly cut off by the loud BANG created by Caines rifle and his brains being promptly splattered on the ground. Revolting… Caine thought as he looked down at the flayed organs before him. But his attention was drawn away at the sound of another gunshot being fired in the distance.
Able. He wouldn’t lose to his brother here, oh no. He must win. Caine set off into the woods again, following a path of broken leaves and branches left by a very clumsy prey. 
Caine saw a figure in the distance, bumbling about. He quickly followed and reared up to see…Ah. Yes. The magician. Caine thought as he cocked his gun.
Kinger trembled and held his hands together and he looked up at Caine, mortified. But once again, he raised his barrel to face Kinger. He swiftly shot Kinger, causing splinters and blood to be sent into the air. Caine scoffed and brushed off his coat before rushing off into the thicket.
He stopped to look around…His final prey. Pomni. He needed make her repay her transgression tenfold. She needs to suffer. Rang out in his mind and he whipped his horse to carry on. Another distant gunshot rang out which turned his determination to blind rage. He would not let his brother have Pomni. He would not let him win. He will not be better. Caine furrowed his brow and gripped his horses reins so tight they could snap. Once he had caught sight of Pomni, he was gone.
He raced up to her so quickly she didn’t even notice he was there until it was too late. Her eyes turned into balls of pure terror as she looked up at the looming monster before her. She looked like a butterfly without its wings, a spider trapped in its own webs. Pathetic and weak. She trembled and dropped to her knees, clasping her hands together like she was praying to a demented god, and getting dirt all over her outfit…Blue. The badge of honor she paraded and galavanted around in, loudly proclaiming who she belonged to. Always a perfect reflection of his brother. He had to see it every day. It taunted him. Able dangled Pomni out of his reach. Now look at her. In the dirt, worthless. Able’s image dampened. Caine experienced some superficial twisted glee as she raised the barrel to Pomni’s forehead and cocked the gun.
And like that.
Pomni was no more.
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Thanks for reading! Once again, still new to fan fic and all. Please let me know ways I could improve! This is my first finished fic after all! :DDDDD (ALSO ENJOY THE SHOWTIME ANGST. I FED THEM SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO @sm-baby :33333)
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paige bueckers headcannons :)
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my masterlist :)
pairing: paige bueckers x female!reader
summary: a variety of headcannons about what i think paige would be like as a girlfriend/what it would be like to date her! i might do a part two we'll see hehe.
themes + warnings: fluff!
authors note: i personally don't play sports (sigh) so most of these are non-sports related because that's what i'm most familiar with; if you guys want one thats athlete!reader, let me know :) apologies for typos if there are any!
demeanor + personality
she’s notorious for wearing her heart on her sleeve but she’s very selective about who she actually gives her time and attention to, despite her sociable personality on the surface. so, if you do get in her “inner circle,” when she LOVES, she loves her people very intensely, so she’s a major support system in your life. when great things happen for you, she’s usually always crying tears of joy, and when you go through rough patches together, she’s not afraid to show how it affects her because she cares so much.
she’s also notorious for being an arguer, mostly when it comes to disagreements over petty matters, especially if she’s exhausted or overworked. when she’s irritated she’ll become silent, so she won’t say anything she regrets, but she’s gotten better at communicating what she’s thinking in the moment instead of bottling it up. when it comes to serious things and issues in the relationship, though, she’s very patient and has a great ability to empathize with and understand your perspectives and interpretations of the situation.
she’s huge on acts of service and gift giving—even when you tell her not to spend all her money on you. she’s very perceptive to the things you like, and is obsessed with surprising you with them.
antics + activities
having to take care of her at parties/team functions because she claims she’s not a lightweight…but after a couple shots…she somehow gets way chattier and touchier than she already is (it’s extremely adorable). her lightweight tendencies can be a little annoying, like when she thrusts her whole body weight on you as a “hug” while slurring “comeeee hereee babyyy,” but you wouldn’t want to take care of anyone else. 
serenading you literally 24/7. it doesn’t matter what mood you’re in, you will either be rapped to or sung to. likely drake, sza, or destiny’s child. she’ll definitely do it more when you’re irritated at her and it’ll somehow make you less upset. 
 you asking her to do something, and her responding with some shit like “if god don’t do it, it won’t get done” and that “a hah hah” laugh until she realizes you’re serious.
her gawking dramatically and yelling ridiculous things like “damn” and “take a spin for me” whenever she sees you, no matter what you’re wearing.
not being able to play board or card games with her because somebody will get cussed out or extremely irritated in under 20 minutes.
she loves playing with your hair (if you let her), and also interlocking her fingers with yours when you’re just chilling around.
she always wants you on her lap or laying your body weight on her because it makes her feel safe and secure.
she loves when you tag along with her to go shopping because she values your opinion (no matter how biased or questionable you might feel it is at times), and she’s always trying to get you to subtly match because she’s corny.
you and kk scheming to pull pranks on her when you hang out with the team.
her wanting to do literally anything you suggest, but when you go out to eat to try new foods, she scrunches her face dramatically and starts acting like she gotta take an elderberry shot again (iykyk).
her giving you unwarranted, but generally appreciated, media training all the time so you don’t accidentally say anything exposing on live (homegirl has seen things).
helping her take care of whatever minor injury or physical stressor she has at night before you go to bed. she’ll ask something along the lines of “can you kiss it to make it better” with that goofy ass smirk and those glasses on.
being her sounding board for NIL deals and brand content, particularly to help her get out of her head.
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Porcelain Steve - Part 5
Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Part Nine
"Get a grip," Eddie mutters to himself as he places the phone back onto its cradle for the fourth time that day without having made a phone call. He paces back and forth in front of the phone, one, two, three full lines across the room and back before he picks up the phone, dials the Henderson's number, lets it ring one and a half times, then slams the phone down again before someone can answer.
He thinks he's losing it a little. All this time he thought he was the level-headed one but now that it's been two full days of not seeing Porcelain Steve, he thinks he's going to climb the walls and start ripping up the carpets. Logically he knows that nothing has happened. If something had, he would have heard from Dustin already, either by phone or over the walkie (which may or may not be on him at all times, volume as loud as it goes). They wouldn't leave him in the dark.
Right?
Right. Right.
He picks up the phone again, dialing the Buckley house instead.
Robin's dad answers, which is great. Robin's mom likes to play 20 Questions before handing the phone off. He keeps meaning to ask Robin if her mom does that for everyone that calls, or if he's just the lucky one. Robin's dad is a straightforward guy. He wants to know who is calling, and who they want to talk to.
"Robin is out, but I can give her a message, Eddie," Mr. Buckley says.
"Yes, please. Sir. Just let her know I called."
"Will do. Goodbye."
He listens to the dial tone for a few seconds before setting the phone down for the sixth time in less than 15 minutes. He has got to do something to keep busy or the carpets are toast.
Usually when he's this restless he bothers his friends, but Jeff is out of town on a family vacation, no one answered the phone at Gareth's house (first person he called this morning), and Brian has a summer job taking up his time, so now he's left to figure out distractions on his own.
His room is filled with distractions, but nothing that can claim his attention for too long. He puts a cassette in the player but doesn't turn it up to the volume that usually calms him because he doesn't want to miss hearing the phone ring. He'd been trying to distract himself with campaign planning and keeps getting off track with the fantasy that this would be the campaign he could convince Steve to at least hang out and observe, if not play in one or two sessions as an over-powered NPC.
Even Return of the King can't hold his attention for more than two pages, even if he flips through to read just his favorite parts because his mind immediately plays word association games which leads to thinking of Steve.
It hits Eddie then that he misses Steve. He misses climbing into Steve's car and bitching about whatever station Steve's set the radio on playing the Top 40. He misses late night smoke sessions where Steve seems to soften under his high and the night sky as they lay atop the trailer close enough to touch and talk about nothing. He misses being able to steal glances at Steve when he throws his head back to laugh hysterically at something he or Robin had said.
He misses Steve so intensely and fiercely that it sits like a rock in his stomach. He would give anything to hear Steve's voice again.
Oh. Oh no. He needs distraction from his thoughts now.
He successfully managed to hem and haw about his room for almost an hour before he marches back out to the living room and the phone set on the end table next to Wayne's recliner. Picks it up then sets it down again, turning on heel to the kitchen. Maybe breakfast (a glance to the clock on the wall tells him the time is 12:50, so maybe it's actually lunch) will be a sufficient time sink.
He pulls out all the fixings of a PB&J and is in the process of searching for a clean(ish) butter knife when three rapid knocks startle him, freezing him in place for a moment.
The knocking happens again, five quick raps this time, but Eddie was already making his way to the door by the third this time. There is a thought in the back of his mind that rises, unbidden, oh God, something's happened and it makes him wrench the door open with more force than necessary.
Robin stands on his porch, but not for long. She's got a backpack on and a grocery bag hanging off of one arm and when Eddie just blinks at her in a moment of confusion, she huffs and bullies her way inside. He full body turns, closing the door as he does so, to watch her deposit the bag, then backpack, onto the couch.
"Uh, hi?" Eddie manages as he watches her begin to unload the things she brought. A box of microwave popcorn, an obscene amount of candy bars, an assortment of nail polishes, and more but his attention is dragged up to the side of Robin's face when she starts talking, pulling out VHS tapes, clearly rented from Family Video.
"So, I brought a few options for us. Halloween because it was your most rented film back when Steve and I still worked there, so I thought it was a safe bet. Also go The Black Cauldron because you strike me as a Black Cauldron kind of guy, The Hidden Fortress because it's one of my favorites and you might enjoy it, too, and Top Gun, because, well, it might serve as a good distraction for a bit," Robin holds up each tape as she lists them off, setting them on the coffee table next to the assorted stuff she brought with. "Also got, like, a manicure set and some scrunchies and bobby pins. Not really sure how occupied you need to be right now."
"Uh.... what?"
Robin rolls her eyes like Eddie's slow on the uptake, "Distraction. I'm here to provide it. Though, maybe I should have called and asked what you do when you want to kill time. I just... defaulted to what Steve and I do. Movies and makeovers, but, like, if that doesn't work that's fine. It's just, you've joined us before on movie makeover nights, so I assumed..."
Eddie swallows pushing down the knot threatening to form in his throat. It's not a shock (anymore) that he's truly friends with Robin, but sometimes it's not at the forefront of his mind. When he thinks of friends, Jeff, Gareth, and Brian come to mind first. They've years of history together, after all. What he's got with Robin, and everyone else, is deeper than just friendship, the shared secret of Spring Break '86 that's made them all ride or die. So, now, with Robin showing up, instinctively wanting to help because they're friends even without Steve as a buffer, it just kinda rocks Eddie emotionally.
"No, it's great. I just- how did you know?"
Robin cocks her head at him, "You didn't leave a message."
He's not sure what facial expression he makes but everything about Robin softens just a bit. It's so reminiscent of how she is with Steve in the soft, quiet moments when she thinks no one else is paying attention to her and Steve. (Eddie's always paying attention.)
"Oh, dingbat," She says it softly and with a shake of her head before grabbing the popcorn box and ripping it open. She fishes out a packet and tosses it to him. "Get that going. I'm putting in Top Gun."
Wordlessly, Eddie obeys. He wants to ask more questions. What's the look for? Since when does she call him dingbat? What is happening? He throws the bag into the microwave, then remembers the PB&J he was attempting to make earlier. He makes two sandwiches, pausing only to dump the popcorn into a bowl once the microwave beeps. He puts the sandwiches on a plate to make carrying everything easier and joins Robin on the couch.
She accepts the offered sandwich with glee and they watch the first half hour of Top Gun in silence before Eddie gets his words gathered.
"How did you know?" He asks again.
"My dad," she says like a confession, not even needing Eddie to elaborate what he means, "it's, like, the highlight of his day when I miss a call from you. He's so overdramatic about delivering it, all bowing at me and repeating whatever lame thing you said like the esteemed Mister Munson has called to inquire if the lovely Lady Robin would like to partake on an outing the afternoon overmorrow or whatever shit you decide to sprout. Who says 'overmorrow' anyway? So, when I got back from helping mom grocery shop, he just... he pulled the grocery bags from my hands and told me 'I think Eddie needs you'."
He's only met the Buckley's face to face a few times. They don't hang out at Robin's house much so he's a bit shocked that Mr. Buckley even picked up Eddie's dramatics enough to notice something was off.
"My parents are a bit overprotective and overbearing sometimes but they care and listen," Robin says, "so when you called and seemed to different to what my dad is used to hearing- well, I asked to borrow his car, and made a quick pitstop. I was just kind of banking on the fact you need a distraction the same way I do."
He understands what Robin isn't actually saying. "From thinking about Steve."
She nods, "yeah. I know Dustin would never let anything happen to him, but it still leaves me jittery when I don't see him. Especially since the last time I went two days without seeing Steve he- well, he turned into a porcelain doll."
"I thought I was doing okay with all this, you know?" Eddie finds himself saying. "But I'm not. And it's so fucking stupid. It's not like I'm the only one who cares about Steve, or is worried, but- And it's not that I don't trust Dustin to keep him safe. I just- it's..."
"It's different. How you feel about Steve, how Dustin feels about Steve, and how I do. It's all different."
Eddie freezes. He's never- they don't talk about it. He's only said it out loud to three people. Wayne, Jeff, and his father. The last one landed him in the hospital and Wayne's custody so it's not a secret he lets out lightly.
"Dustin's his brother," Robin continues, either unaware of how Eddie's basically quit breathing or choosing to ignore it, "but he's also a dumb teenage boy. He'd never let anything happen to Steve, but that's not a guarantee that nothing will happen. I worry, too. I want to just take Steve and wrap him in bubble wrap, put him in a box, wrap that in bubble wrap, then put that in a bigger box and set him in the middle of an empty room where nothing could accidentally fall over onto the box."
He huffs out a laugh at the mental image that conjures up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Robin says before sucking her lips between her teeth, then pushing them out with a pop! sound, seeming to think over something. He watches as she mentally braces herself, the physical tales of her shifting to face him more, shoulders tensing, leg bouncing slightly. "So anyway, it's different, how we feel about Steve. Dustin loves him. I love him. And you... You're in love with him."
Even though they're inside his own home, Eddie still jerks back and looks around, for anyone who might hear what Robin is accusing him of. "Listen, Buckley, you can't believe every rumor you hear ab-"
"Eddie," she says, holding one hand out, palm up, "stop. Give me your hand and make terrible, awkward eye contact with me for, like, five seconds, please. It's important."
Eddie, very slowly, slips his hand onto hers, and she covers it with her free hand and, as promised, they make awkward eye contact.
"I'm a lesbian," she blurts out and immediately looks away from Eddie's face, letting out a deep sigh of relief.
And Eddie? Well, he laughs. It starts as just a snort but then it grows. And Jesus, it's such an awful response to Robin coming out to him, but he can't stop. He knows that Robin has gifted him with this trust, with knowledge that could get her murdered, and he should not be laughing.
Robin, for her part, takes it well. There's a few seconds of startled silence from her before she barks out her own laugh. Eddie laughs so hard and for so long he thinks he's going to puke, and Robin almost falls off the couch.
"Jesus Christ," is what he can manage to say once he's caught his breath.
"Jesus Christ," she echoes in a quieter voice.
Top Gun plays on in the background.
Eddie still can't say it out loud, so instead he says, "am I that obvious?"
"No. But I can recognize the signs of trying to hide a massive crush on someone of the same gender. You know, with all the experience I have at it."
"You are far better at hiding that then me I guess. I had no clue about you."
She shrugs, "yeah, well, it's not like we hang around a lot of girls for me to crush on. It's you, me, and Steve. Occasionally a kid or five. No offense, but I'd rather die than look at any of you lustfully."
Eddie fakes gagging at the thought.
Robin swats his arm playfully. "Anyway, what I'm saying is, I get that it makes you feel a little crazy not being around Steve. Especially when he's, like, literally unable to protect himself currently. I feel like that, too. He's my soulmate and no one knows me as well as he does. It's... lonely without him."
"So... Steve knows...?"
"Oh yeah. Me telling him it what I think kicked off our real friendship."
"I thought all the shit that happened at Star Court did that."
"That's when I told him. After barfing into a toilet."
"Gross."
"It really was. Steve took it so well. Then he mocked me for my crush."
"Which was...?"
"Absolutely not telling you. Anyway. That's enough mushy talky time. Paint my nails," she says, leaning over to grab a yellow nail polish off the coffee table.
Eddie holds out his hand to take it. He's not even going to pretend he doesn't want to.
Silence falls over them, a comfortable one. Eddie doesn't feel like climbing the walls much anymore, so Robin's distraction is working. Maybe it's just the not being alone in the trailer anymore. Maybe it's the knowing he's not alone anymore.
Maybe it's also knowing that Steve knows about Robin and still loves her.
(Funny that Steve just happened to find and befriend the probably only two queer people in all of Hawkins.)
They put in The Hidden Fortress next and Robin talks through almost the whole thing, telling him facts and that this next part is actually her favorite part.
By the time Robin leaves, well after nightfall, Eddie is feeling more settled.
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⇝ pairing: yoongi x fem!reader
⇝ summary: Your dream comes true when world renowned music producer and CEO of D-Town Records, Agust D, discovers you in the underground rap scene and wants to sign you to his label. It all goes well for a few months and you can’t believe you’re actually living your dream. However, things start to shift when Agust D offers to do something for you and you can’t stop thinking about it for weeks to come. Your boyfriend doesn’t like it one bit.
⇝ genre: angst ; smut ; slowburn
⇝ category: series
⇝ chapter warnings: explicit sexual content, flashback, yoongi pov, unprotected sex(be responsible), protected sex, spanking; hairpulling, timeskip, seokjinnie cameo again cus i miss him, soft yoongi and soft reader, rough fucking, oral sex (f. rec), mentions of daniel, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, pussy slap, faceriding, minors dni
wordcount: 8.2k
a/n: ahhh we’ve made it to the finale… i can’t believe we’ve made it. thank u so much for this journey! i can’t believe we’ve built a community for this and i love every single on you. i hope you stick around for my upcoming fics too <3 thank u!!
— m.list & concept video
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chapter 10: schemer
A cry ripped through her throat as his big hand came down to her asscheek in a rough slap, the skin of her ass recoiling from the impact.
“I’m gonna need you to be quiet, baby.” His low voice rang in her ears like a blaring alarm from right behind her but she simply did not have the energy to look back at him, the wooden surface against her cheek was a constant reminder that she was playing a dangerous game.
Her pearly whites sank into her bottom lip, keeping it trapped and using it as a sound barrier for her pathetic moans and gasps.
He hardly wasted any time as he pushed his shaft right into her wet pussy, the ridges and veins of his dick grinding against her slick walls as he fully bottomed out. He let out a low groan at how tightly she wrapped around him, his hands traveled up her thighs to hold her hips firmly as he slowly started thrusting into her, aware of the time they didn’t have.
Her own hand reached up, fingers draping over her swollen lips to keep herself as quiet as possible as his pounding got rougher, the head of his dick just barely grazing her cervix with each thrust.
“Yoongi!” she cried into her hand, her other arm stretched out behind her to press it flat into his abdomen in an attempt to get him to slow down.
He simply paid no attention to her pleas of slowing down, if anything, his hips slammed into her ass even harder. “I told you to be quiet.”
Her manicured nails dug into the skin of her cheeks in hopes that it silenced her pathetic sobs. She put more pressure on her other hand – that’s pressing against his lower stomach – but that time, he slapped her hand away and the pace of his hips never faltered, his rock hard dick still intruding in her pussy. “Now you want to act like you didn’t tease me all throughout today’s meeting?”
“I didn’t even say anything!” She tried to defend herself, voice muffled by her hand as she recalled the events of 20 minutes ago. He still heard it loud and clear, though.
She wasn’t even supposed to be in that meeting but she slithered her way in and he paid the price of letting her stay. He should’ve known better.
“You didn’t have to say a single word, that look in your eyes and rubbing up against my legs with your foot in the middle of an important meeting is enough to piss me off and you know that.” He mercilessly continued to pound her hip bones into the edge of his desk, one of his hands reaching for her throat from the back and lifting her head off the surface.
He elegantly grabbed a fistful of her long hair and tugged her toward him, which made her arch her back and throw her head back in the process. He loved seeing her like that.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m–” she repeated, but her pleas were too loud for Yoongi’s liking. He quickly brought his other hand up, draping it over her own hand on top of her mouth to keep her quiet.
He leaned forwards a bit, soft lips grazing the shell of her ear. His heavy breaths directly hitting her ear made a jolt of electricity travel up her spine and turned her legs into jelly.
“And now you’ve made me bend you over my $20.000 desk like a slut. Tsk,” he grumbled in her ear, his dick rubbing up and down her walls so good that it had tears rolling down the sides of her face.
She shifted her eyes to their corners, wanting a glimpse of what he looked like right now.
The oxygen in her lungs got squeezed out the moment she realized he was already staring back into her eyes, his dark gaze so intense that it made her knees buckle like two sticks of spaghetti snapping under the slightest bit of pressure.
He reached around her hip and started rubbing at her clit in that pattern he knows she likes. He knows her well. Really well.
Because it didn’t take long for her stomach to start twisting from the inside out, walls clenching around his shaft to let him know she was mere moments away from her climax.
“Cum on my dick, babe,” he whispered in her ear, fingers and hips still synchronized in the way they pleased her.
“Fuck,” she whimpered as the knot finally snapped, her orgasm hitting her like a train.
Her legs shook, struggling to hold her weight but Yoongi wasn’t going to let her get away that easily. He tightly held onto her hips, continuing to roughly pound his hips into her ass to chase his own high.
She was still sprawled out on the desk, legs shaking and face pressed into the wooden surface. It only took Yoongi a few more thrusts until he was emptying out his balls inside of the condom, groaning silently when his orgasm showers his body in pure and utter bliss.
After a few more lazy thrusts, he pulled out and took a minute to catch his breath before he snapped the condom off and discarded it. He returned to her fucked out frame on top of his desk and cleaned her up with the wet tissues he keeps in his office – because that wasn’t the first or last time this happened.
She sighed in content as he helped her up, brushing some of her bangs out of her face. She simply winked at him as she pulled down her skirt, smoothing out the creases.
“Dinner?” she asked as chirpy as ever, absentmindedly trying to put his stuff back on his expensive desk.
Yoongi, however, stayed quiet for a few moments. Thinking. Stroked his chin. Considered it. “I want to but I can’t.”
She pouted, brushing her hair off her shoulder to appear casual about it. “Hm, too bad. Plans already?”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “Namjoon told me I might want to check out these rookie battle rappers in some shabby, rundown hotel. They’re having another show tonight and I want to go.”
She raised her eyebrows and rubbed his shoulder, gently squeezing and massaging it. “Then, I think you should go. Who knows, maybe your new pop star is amongst them,” she said as she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Tell you what,” she paused, “When you finally sign a contract with someone new, dinner will be on me.”
His onyx eyes shifted to her brown eyes, bright and big as they twinkled at him like they used to.
He chuckled, “Okay, deal.”
She planted one last peck on his lips before spinning on her heels and heading out. “See you soon, Yoongi.”
He watched as she strutted out of his studio with a sway to her hips, his head tilted to the side and his eyes lingering on her ass.
“See you, Sarang.”
•••
His eyes trailed your glistening skin as you stood face to face with your opponent, yellow spotlights hitting your face and rhymes leaving your mouth continuously.
You seemed like you were made to be there, made to have the public eye glued to you, made to be seen and heard. You were on fire, bar after bar, the entire room yelling and roaring every time a punch line left your lips.
Instantly, Yoongi knew he had to have you. You were made to be great and he made great things. He wanted you – and he was going to get you.
He returned weekly, hoping and praying to see you in action. You were vicious, claws and fangs out for blood. He could tell how passionate you were just by a single glimpse. The fire in your eyes, the venom in your voice, the determination in your body language.
You were the one.
He had to have you.
As you hopped off the stage, Yoongi’s security went and talked the security into letting him see you for a moment. As soon as they heard the name ‘Agust D’, there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation, not even for a moment.
And that’s how Yoongi walked into the backroom you were in, talked you into coming to his record label and a week later you were sitting in his studio, answering his questions.
He hates having to think this way but as a businessman, he can’t help it.
Aside from your incredible talent and skills, Yoongi couldn’t look besides the fact that you were also just a very attractive woman. Young, attractive woman + insane talent = money and success.
Yoongi couldn’t wait to sign you. He wanted to help you make your dream come true but he could also taste the money you were going to bring on the tip of his tongue. And he surely was excited.
However, the single conversation he had with you in his studio made him reconsider.
The things you said, the way you said them, the way they stuck with him.
Sure, a lot of people have said that they want to be like him. But your specific usage of the words ‘bend to my will’ intrigued him.
What were you thinking? You had just been swooped off the floor of a dirty backroom and you wanted to be on his level just so anything and everything would bend to your will?
He was fascinated yet conflicted by the fire in your eyes and the determination in your voice.
But then again, that was exactly what he liked about you.
His professionalism made him doubt you because of your lack of fear of consequences but his soul was intrigued by it. However, he also had a feeling that you were special, someone that could not be contained or silenced by any contract or industry standard.
He was going to love testing that theory.
He didn’t expect to have you signed that day, let alone 10 minutes into your first official rendezvous.
He quickly realized he just signed a deal with a fire starter, a daredevil. He couldn’t help but be wary yet intrigued by all the trouble you were going to bring. He was looking forward to taking on the challenge of trying to control someone this reckless.
He couldn’t help but be allured by you.
•••
He walked in and spotted Sarang right away, strutting over to her. “Sorry I’m late, traffic is crazy.” He quickly sat down across from her, watching her swirl the water in her glass after sipping from it.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t been here for very long myself.” She placed her glass back down near her utensils. “So, are you late because it took your new star a lot of convincing to sign to you?”
Yoongi glanced down at her empty plate, his eyes lingering for a moment as your face popped up in his mind. “No, actually,” he started, “she needed absolutely no convincing. She… signed the contract 5 minutes into our conversation without even reading through it.”
She blinked at him, fingers tracing her silver utensils and her leg slowly crossing over her other underneath the table. She clearly wanted to express her opinion about that but for some reason decided not to. “Well, how do you feel about her? Do you think she’s your next big thing?”
His eyes trailed up to hers after a while, thinking about the situation and his afternoon. “Yeah,” he said, no hesitation present. “Yeah, I do. I haven’t seen anyone with potential like her in years. She might become one of my favorites.”
She slowly nodded her head as he talked, taking the information in. “How is she as a person? You know the public eye pays a lot of attention to these artists’ behaviors and actions, especially if they’re women.”
She brought her glass back up to her matte lips, taking another sip whilst keeping eye contact with him over the rim of her glass.
His eyes stayed glued to hers as if he could see your face and personality in her eyes. He brought his shoulders up in nonchalance and dropped them right after. “She seems pretty hard to deal with.”
“Hm,” she hummed as she leaned forwards on her elbows. “What makes you say that?”
“She’s just,” he mumbled, trailing off as he tried to put it into words. “I don’t like her that much. She’s daring. Unpredictable. Reckless.” He reached for his own glass, taking a big sip of water – which he needed after that afternoon with you. He didn’t like how you caught him off guard multiple times and even almost had him speechless with an excruciatingly dry throat.
Her eyebrows shot up, creating small wrinkles on her forehead that were hidden by her bangs. “Hm.”
He shook his head as the events from earlier that day dawned on him slowly. “I mean, who just signs a contract without reading it or asking for clarifications?”
Yoongi went on a ramble, talking about what he disliked about you and what he’s worried about.
Sarang simply listened. Didn’t interrupt him. Let him talk. Silently nodded her head.
“Hm,” she hummed again after his ramble came to an end, a small smirk on her lips. “She’s going to grow on you.”
He nearly snorted and coughed up all the water he drank. Did she not listen to a single word he just said? He disliked everything about you aside from what was going to bring him money. “What?”
Her eyes trailed his face, committing his body language to memory. “Nothing, just an observation. I think you’re going to grow really fond of her.”
At that, his brows pinched together in an annoyed frown. “What makes you say that?”
She scanned the room before glancing back at him and nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders. “I know you well.”
Yoongi had no rebuttal for that and they moved onto the next topic.
•••
Months had passed and you were definitely getting worked to the bone. It wasn’t easy but you also didn’t want anything that came easily. Especially this dream that Yoongi had served to you on a silver platter. Of course you were going to have to wash and polish that damn platter every single day but the dish that was served on it made your mouth water.
Contrary to your own belief that he absolutely hated your personality (he did) and just kept you around because you were skilled, you’d be surprised that wasn’t actually the truth.
That was half true.
The CEO in him absolutely fucking hated you as a person. You were an impulsive, annoying, unpredictable, reckless brat. He hated not knowing what to expect, he hated not being in control.
But his soul… he couldn’t help but find you alluring.
In a direct contradiction to the CEO in him, him as a person loved not knowing what to expect from you. You always knew how to catch him off guard with your antics, with your words, even with your music.
You quickly became one of his favorites but he made sure not to show that.
In the months that you worked for him, he knew he wasn’t the easiest on you. Maybe he was the hardest on you of all, always critiquing you. He loved your music but he needed you to know the industry wasn’t going to be any easier on you than he was.
Over the months, he grew fond of you but that it’s not like he went any easier on you. That was it.
Well, was it, though?
Because when he stepped forwards and said he would film the music video with you, he’d shocked himself. What the fuck was he thinking? He could have an actor in the building within 10 minutes with a snap of his damn fingers!
He didn’t like it. He was losing control of himself, something he worked so hard to have over you, the most impulsive brat on earth.
And what he hated even more was how much he enjoyed being in that damn music video with you. Shooting with you, having that title of boss and employee stripped away and for once, it didn’t feel like a bad thing to want to be close to you.
All that guilt washed away that day.
After that, he promised himself to take it easy. To distance himself from you because you were slowly starting to slither your way into the cracks of his soul that he allowed to exist when he offered to be in your video.
That didn’t last long when the company got together to watch the video. Couldn’t help himself. Asked if there was anything you wanted to talk about.
He wanted you to be the first one to give in so bad so he could stop feeling guilty. So he could stop feeling bad about thinking of his employee this way.
Then he confronted you. Then he caught you watching the scenes, several times.
He knew you were right there with him, he knew you wanted it as much as he did.
But he refused to take that first step. He didn’t want you to feel obligated or like he was using his authority to make you consent.
But when you kept watching those scenes, he had enough. Done.
He kept pressing you because he had been waiting since the start for a moment to watch you break. If he could accomplish that by doing something this villainous, then so be it.
He wanted to see you become a squirming kitten – under his gaze, at his command, in his presence – compared to the raging tiger you usually were.
He loved the real power he had over you for the first time. He finally had control over the daredevil he signed all those months ago. Even if it wasn’t in the way he initially intended.
And if he could get you to break by stealing your USB, then so be it.
•••
present
Rolling over, he’s faced with your bare back and the moon shining down on you, casting shadows on your body in all the right places. He scoots closer to you, finger tracing your spine and he watches as you slightly shiver underneath his touch.
It’s been a few months since you’ve started sleeping with Yoongi regularly, sneaking around and being secretive. You’ve debuted with your album, you’re in the public eye, you’re doing interviews.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.
You glance at him over your shoulder and jut out your bottom lip, slightly shrugging. “I feel bad that I don’t feel bad.”
He blinks at you a few times and then realizes what you’re talking about. “Fuck that guy, seriously, Y/N.”
You sigh, not liking the conflicting feeling in your chest as you roll onto your back. “I’m not a slut, you know. I just–”
“Hey,” he snaps, tapping your shoulder. “I don’t think you are. When I say these things to you or call you names, it’s purely for our enjoyment. You shouldn’t listen to what that bastard says either.”
It’s true, Yoongi would never think that of you and he would never want you to view yourself like that. You are in a shit relationship and Yoongi’s giving you a safespace, that’s all it is. So what if you like being called a slut by him? So what if he thinks it’s hot as fuck when you desperately need his dick inside of you?
“I know, I know, it’s just,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead as you stare at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I just feel a bit conflicted.”
“That’s because you’re human.” He falls back onto the mattress and stares at the ceiling too, both your bodies covered by his thin white sheets.
You turn your head to look at him. “What do you think about all this?”
He continues to stare at the ceiling, though, avoiding your gaze. “I think you should just forget about all of that and be in this moment with me.”
It’s silent for a few moments before he turns his head and glances down at you, to see you still staring at him.
You share an intense staredown and if he wasn’t a little bitch, he’d admit just your eyes staring into his has his heart beating in his throat.
“Be in this moment with you? You just fucked me in your kingsize bed, give me a break,” you laugh as you sit up, allowing the sheets to drop down and expose your bare skin.
He chuckles in response and traces your spine with his finger, drawing circles on your back and ribs. “If you’re down for round two, I am too.”
“You’re crazy,” you mumble and shake your head but clearly seem to be considering it.
He notices it right away and sits up, leaning into you and pressing soft kisses to the side of your face and down your neck, prepping your collarbones in kisses and licks.
“Yoongi–”
The sound of your phone ringing snaps you right out of the moment. You glance over at your phone on his nightstand.
[9:53PM]
Daniel
Incoming call
“Fuck,” you whisper as you reach for your phone. You haven’t seen him or heard from him since breakfast.
“Hey,” you say as you accept the call. Yoongi simply continues to kiss down your neck, clearly not giving a fuck that you’re on the phone with your boyfriend.
“Hey, where are you?”
“Oh, I, uh–”
Your phone gets snatched out of your hand and you’re too late to retrieve it when Yoongi puts the phone to his ear. “Hey, Daniel, my man. We’re having a late night dinner with the entire company. I promise, we’ll have her home by a reasonable time.”
Yoongi pushes you back by your shoulders when you try to snatch the phone back until you’re fully lying down, his free hand coming up to fondle your breast.
“Huh? Are you– wait, Agust D? Oh! Sorry, man. No, take your time, really. I was just wondering where she was. My bad, don’t have too much fun without me.”
He licks around your hardened nipples and simply hums in response, his free hand now traveling down your body to cup your sex, making you quietly gasp.
“Don’t worry, mate, we’re thinking about you,” Yoongi says as he glances up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he winks, mouth still lathering your breast in kisses and saliva.
“Alright, thanks, man. See you.”
Yoongi doesn’t even say bye back as he hangs up and throws your phone aside, tugging the sheets further down your body to expose more of you to him.
“Yoongi,” you whisper-whine but show no efforts or intentions of stopping him.
He simply continues to tease your nipples with his mouth, your lip almost bursting from the pressure you’re putting on it with your teeth.
“So what if you’re a slut?” he asks as he glances up at you. “You’re a slut only for me, aren’t you?”
He’s saying it with a certain caution in his tone, like he’s testing the waters to make sure you’re okay with it.
“Yeah,” you reply breathily, watching him press soft kisses to your chest and down the valley of your breasts. His shoulders visibly drop in relief and then he rolls off of you, hands tracing and gripping your thighs until you’re automatically spreading your legs for him.
He softly exhales through his nose, something you can only describe to be a chuckle as your eyes intently watch him tease your folds with the tips of his fingers.
“Yoongi,” you whine.
“I already fucked you today. Why are you still this needy?” He hums after asking you a question he clearly knows the answer to, eyeing your sex before glancing up at you.
Unlike what he expected you to do, you simply say, “Because I like being with you.”
He blinks at you in confusion for a few moments before sitting up and gently closing your legs. “You know we don’t have to have sex to just enjoy each other’s company, right?”
Guilt bubbles up the back of his throat. Is that really the vibe he’s been giving you?
“Oh, I know.” You get comfortable against his pillows. “But you also make me really horny. I don’t know what it is but I just constantly want you inside of me.”
Well.
That’s enough for blood to instantly rush to Yoongi’s dick, hardening by the second as he watches your innocent face with that mischievous glint in your eyes.
His eyes drop down to your lips, so kissable and so pouty that it drives him insane. All he wants to do all day is kiss you, listen to you speak, maybe even fuck your face.
He tries to hide his boner but ultimately fails when your eyes drop to his groin and take notice. “Does that make you hard?”
He merely grunts in annoyance, spreading your legs again and pulling your body down to him.
“Shut up,” he mumbles, using his thumb to gently tease your clit. “I also really like being with you.”
That makes the corners of your mouth curl up, eyes hooded and screaming for attention. “Hm, I bet you do.”
He has to keep his eye from twitching. Just as he thought you were going to be obedient and easy to deal with for once, you prove him wrong.
And he can’t help but fucking love it.
“You keep up that attitude and I’m not giving you anythi–”
“You say that but your dick is practically begging for attention, look at it.” You nod toward his erection. “You can’t really hold it over my head if you’re also dying to put it in.”
You are so fucking insufferable.
All Yoongi does is slowly nod his head, clearly not enjoying the way you’re basically mocking him but he lets you run your mouth.
“I wonder if you talk this way to him,” he muses as he pushes your thighs back toward your torso, earning a gasp from you.
“What?”
“Is it because you know I won’t let you get off easy?” he starts, rubbing shapes onto your inner thighs.
“I just–”
“I was thinking out loud, be quiet.” He gets onto his knees in front of you, between your legs. Your eyes drop down to his erection, hard and screaming for attention.
“Make me,” you fire back.
Slap.
His hand comes down on your poor sex, making your legs jolt. “Ow! That hurt, Yoongi!”
“Watch your mouth.”
He shakes his head, his hand dropping down to spread your wetness all over your sex. You’re still wet from the last time he fucked you so you literally don’t need any prep but you know he’s not doing it to prep you, he’s doing it to tease you.
“But I want you to put me in my place,” you sigh quietly, legs gently jerking whenever his fingers inch closer to your pussy.
He simply laughs. “I know you do.” He runs his fingers up your slit, collecting your arousal and shaking his head in mock disappointment. “I’ve known that for a long time, you know.”
You huff quietly, crossing your arms over your chest like a child that wanted a blue cup to drink out of instead of a green one.
“You don’t know me,” you scoff, trying to act like his touch doesn’t have the effect on you that it does but his eyes take notice of the clench in your thighs and the goosebumps on your skin.
“That so?” he muses, eyes roaming your body. “You think I don’t know you? What you want?”
“Hm.”
“You think I don’t know you’re constantly provoking me because you just want me to give into you? Like you’re the person that finally got me to break out of character?” he says as he moves to the side of your body, lips closing in on your neck and fingers teasing your sex as he coats your collarbones in kisses.
You merely grunt in response.
“That you’re one of the only ones that got to see Yoongi instead of Agust D?”
You roll your head back, making him kiss up your throat and press kisses to your jaw. “It makes you feel special, doesn’t it?”
You tense under him and he notices instantly but he doesn’t say anything else and neither do you. At least not for a few moments.
“So what if it does? Don’t you feel special that I’m in your bed right now instead of my boyfriend’s? Aren’t you glad to know?”
This makes Yoongi pull away from your neck to glance at you. There’s a glint of something in your eyes that Yoongi can’t quite put his finger on but that’s not what made him pull away.
It’s because Yoongi thought of something.
“What?” you ask, having taken notice of Yoongi’s switch in demeanor.
He quickly shakes his head and says, “Nothing, it’s nothing. Just relax for me.”
You simply stare at him in confusion before relaxing again and keeping your legs spread while he pushes his middle and ring finger into you. You quietly whimper as he starts massaging your walls, legs jolting whenever he curls his fingers to assault your g-spot.
“You’re so needy,” he mumbles, leaning in to press his lips against yours whilst he pumps his fingers into you at a slow, insanity-inducing pace.
“Do you like it when I’m needy for you?” you innocently mewl, knowing damn well it’s you that would like the thought of that.
“Hm,” he pauses, “I do, actually.”
There’s more where that came from as he keeps whispering more of these things to you, ending his night by fucking you into his mattress for a second time that day.
•••
“Give me my phone!” you whine as Seokjin holds it further out of your reach.
“No, you’re going to tell me everything,” he declares, sliding your phone into his pocket as he waves a waiter over to come take your order.
You groan and childishly slouch in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. “Tell you what?”
He simply shrugs his shoulders. “You and your boss. And don’t tell me nothing’s going on because I know what you look and act like when you’ve been getting fucked right.”
You press your lips together, trying to ignore the tingle in your stomach.
Right, Seokjin used to fuck you good and he’s still really attractive but so what? You broke it off years ago, there’s no reason for his words to have that much of an impact on you.
You stomp on his foot underneath the table. “Don’t talk like that.”
He screeches in pain and then laughs, waving his hand at you in dismissal. “So? Are you gonna tell me or what?”
You snap, “What is there to tell? We’ve been fucking for a few months now. Happy?”
His lips curl up into a smirk. “I knew it.”
You roll your eyes and shut your mouth once the waiter arrives, introducing himself and silently taking your order.
“How’d you break up with Daniel?” Seokjin asks once the waiter leaves, taking a sip of his glass of water.
Your throat dries up in an instant, urging you to take a sip from your own water. “Uh,” you mumble, eyes glued to the utensils in front of you.
Your eyes shift up to his and you watch in real time as the realization sets. “You haven’t, have you?” he asks quietly, a slight tilt to his head and his brows slightly pinched together.
You sigh. “It just… kind of happened and I just kept delaying it. I’m gross, I know.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not what I mean. I’m talking about the fact that you’re in the public eye now. You need to be careful.”
Oh.
He’s right.
This early on in your career and having a cheating scandal would obliterate any dream you have left. You would never be able to bounce back, especially when the other man is someone with a reputation and fanbase like Agust D.
“Yeah… You’re right. I know. I’ll have that talk with him one of these days.”
You enjoy your meal with Seokjin and by the time you’ve made it to dessert, you’ve realized he still has your phone.
Once you have it back in your possession, you excuse yourself and decide to call Yoongi once you walk onto the parking lot.
“Hey,” you say once he picks up.
“Hey. Everything okay?”
“Yeah… yeah. It’s just that, uh,” you sigh, trying to think of a way to say this. “My friend has brought something to my attention.”
“Hm. Which is?”
“I have a reputation to uphold now, now that I’m in the public eye, Yoongi.”
“Slow down,” he starts, sounding slightly panicked. “Meaning what?”
“Meaning I need to break up with him, if word got out about a cheating scandal, my career would be over–”
“Stop, stop, stop.” He’s silent for a few moments. “Meet me at my place in an hour, okay?”
You sigh and rub your hairline, looking up at the night sky in distress. “Okay.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
With that, you end the conversation and stand there for a moment longer before heading back inside and finishing your meal with Seokjin. He never once judges you or brings it up again.
Well, he’s the one that kind of liked the idea of you and Yoongi but still. That doesn’t mean he should approve.
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You make your way to Yoongi’s home, typing the password into the keypad and strutting down the stone path leading to his front door.
Before you even knock, the door swings open, revealing Yoongi in a bathrobe with damp hair and a toothbrush in his mouth.
Déjà vu.
He steps aside right away, wordlessly inviting you in. You do so and simply follow him all the way to his room, a path you’ve quickly memorized.
He walks into his bathroom and rinses his mouth as you drop your purse onto his bed and follow him into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe and looking at him through the mirror.
You start, “So?”
He dries his mouth and turns to look at you. “So.”
You blink at him in confusion. “What do you think? Should I just bite the bullet and break it off tonight?”
To your surprise, he slowly turns around and looks at you whilst leaning against his sink. “No.”
Huh?
What is he on about?
Your brows pinch together. “What do you mean ‘no’? You literally pushed me to break up with him.”
He slowly nods his head as he rubs his chin, his robe slowly coming undone and showing you part of his chest. Fuck.
Concentrate.
“I did but,” he pauses and runs a hand through his damp hair before turning around to face the mirror again and applying some moisturizer to his face. “I think you shouldn’t.”
“Yoongi, my career–”
“Your career will be fine. That’d only be real bad if it did get out, which it won’t.” He blends the cream into his skin.
You think about his words for a moment. “I don’t understand why we’d have to risk it, though.”
“Because,” he says as he turns around. “Having him in the picture will keep those noisy people out of our business.”
Huh?
Your brows pinch together once his words reach your ears. “Meaning what?”
He exhales and takes a moment before walking up to you. “Meaning, if you’re still dating, people will focus on your relationship. The public eye loves celebrity romance, don’t ask why because I wish I knew.”
He places his hands on your hips, pulling you closer. “Their eyes being focused on you and him would mean no one would have the time to nitpick whatever we got going on. It’s a lot easier for them to link you to your boss when you’re a beautiful, young woman that also happens to be single.”
Oh.
You hadn’t thought of it like that.
Huh.
Okay then.
So, long story short; just keep schemin’.
You figure that’s what he thought of when he suddenly paused last night, the time you were in the middle of getting freaky.
You nod slowly, your eyes trailing his jawline and down the column of his throat.
What a son of a bitch.
He doesn’t have the time to react when you suddenly grab him by the collar of his white bathrobe and push him towards his bed, watching as he falls against his soft mattress.
He leans back on his elbows and looks up at you with a frown on his brows but he doesn’t say anything else.
You quickly rid yourself of your jacket, tossing it somewhere across the floor and then make work of ditching your shirt and pants.
His frown turns into an amused expression, leaning further back as he watches you strip in front of him.
You quip, “Memories?”
“Of my strip club days? Kinda.” He continues to smirk, tongue peeking out at the corner of his mouth.
Bastard.
You kick his foot and he simply laughs, still watching you undress for him.
“Get rid of that,” you mumble as you point at his robe, stepping out of your pants in the meantime and kicking them across the floor.
He simply chuckles as he undoes his robe and shows you his naked figure, dick instantly slapping his stomach.
Damn.
“Fuck,” you whisper as you watch him grab his dick, pumping himself as he watches you intently. You quickly ditch your bra and panties before walking up to him, reaching for his dick.
But he shakes his head and slaps your hand away. “Come sit on my face.”
Holy shit.
“Uh,” you murmur, scratching the back of your neck. “I’m not sure you–”
“Y/N, babe, shut the fuck up and come sit that ass on my face.”
Jerk.
You like it when he’s mean, though.
You huff, childishly crossing your arms over your chest as you watch him get comfortable on his bed, his head near the headboard. He says, “I’m not gonna wait all fucking day. Get on.”
The only thing you can do is scowl but you find yourself crawling onto his bed without another protest, slowly climbing onto his face. You throw your leg over his face, positioning your pussy right on top of his mouth.
His dark eyes catch the nervous lip chewing but he simply slaps your ass. “Sit.”
You grunt in response and slowly lower your body onto his face, a soft whimper leaving your lips when his tongue wastes no time licking a stripe up your wet pussy.
His hand comes down to your ass in another rough slap. “Ride my face.”
A pathetic moan rips through your throat as you begin to grind into his face, allowing yourself to feel every single inch of his tongue devouring you. His hands tightly grab your asscheeks, helping you grind at a pace you both like until you’re a moaning mess on top of him.
You let out a soft groan when the tip of his finger gently teases the rim of your asshole but he never pushes it inside. You assume he’s waiting for verbal permission, something you’ve not given him yet.
“Fuck, your mouth feels good.” You throw your head back as you cup your breasts, pinching at your nipples as more slick oozes out of you and onto his mouth.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum soon,” you moan as you continue to grind your clit into his nose, the stimulation sending you right out of Earth’s atmosphere. Your grip on the headboard in front of you is tight, almost making your knuckles hurt as you use it to support some of your weight from the momentum of your grinding.
“Cum on my face,” he orders, massaging your asscheeks as he continues to fuck his tongue in and out of you.
“Fuck, fuck,” you cry out as your stomach twists and your thighs clench, a loud sob leaving your lips as your orgasm hits you like a truck.
You can barely move which makes Yoongi jump in and move his lips up to wrap around your clit, sucking on it to stimulate you through your orgasm.
Fuck. He’s way too fucking good at using his tongue. Whether that’s during sex or in a conversation.
He continues to lick all over your sex, licking up all you have to offer until you whimper from the overstimulation.
You try to catch your breath, leaning your head against the headboard. By doing that, you instantly make eye contact with Yoongi and fuck – does he look good.
His long black locks are sprawled out around his head, eyes hooded and his face from the nose down is just drenched in your pussy slick.
“You look really good.” The words leave you in a giggle and he just slaps your ass again which makes you hop off. You fall onto the mattress beside him, staring up at the ceiling and trying to come down from that crazy high.
He wipes his chin with the back of his hand, not caring much before he tugs you toward him. “Let me fuck you.”
“Who’s the needy one now?” you hum in satisfaction, eyes closed as he traces your waist with the tip of his finger.
“Me. I need to fuck you real bad right now.” He sits up but you’re quicker than him.
You push him back toward his mattress and slowly climb onto him. “I’m riding you,” you state as you position yourself on top of him, lining his dick up at your pulsating pussy. You refuse to let him be in control all the time.
The smirk on his lips makes you roll your eyes but you grin in victory when you slide down onto his shaft without a warning and watch his face twist in pleasure.
You yelp as you sink all the way down, teeth harshly biting down on your bottom lip as you blink your tears away. The stretch in your walls burns so good, making you dizzy, making you needy, making you crazy.
“Giving up already?” he teases, another sting spreading through your asscheek where he just smacked you.
“Fuck you,” you moan as you place your hands directly on his chest and start bouncing up and down, eyes tightly shut as you try not to scream.
“Yeah, fuck yourself on my dick, princess. Just like a brat should.” He grips your hips tightly, guiding you up and down his shaft, his hips meeting yours halfway as he fucks you back.
“Yoongi,” you cry, losing all that energy and brattiness as you fall forwards onto his chest, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
Despite not having said a word aside from just his name, he hears your plead loud and clear and begins to fuck upwards into you, pinning your arms into your lower back.
“When you called me and started about your career and reputation, I thought you were going to tell me we should stop this,” he says in between thrusts and heavy breaths, continuing to pound you. “So, I have to make sure you never even think about ending this.”
He tightly grips your wrists as he fucks you, listening to your cries and moans as he chases his own orgasm.
“That why you sounded so panicked?” you tease but he doesn’t let you emerge the victor as he harshly fucks into to the point you can’t even form a coherent thought.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” you sob, teeth biting down on the skin that connects his neck to his shoulder, biting and sucking all you can.
“You gonna mark me, huh?” he grunts, his hips never faltering in speed.
“Yes,” you pause as you try to steady your breath. “When’s the last time you fucked Sarang?”
This makes his thrusts come to a halt. He pauses for so long that it makes you lift your head and search his eyes but he’s simply staring at you.
“Wh–”
You can barely finish your sentence when he suddenly flips you over, pushing you back onto the mattress and wedges his hips in between yours before sliding right into your cunt again, grabbing both of your legs by the back of your knees as he starts fucking into you again.
“Jealous?” he asks, his eyes glued to the way your breasts bounce from the impact of his thrusts. “How would you feel if I asked about your last time with Dan–”
“6 months ago. Now you,” you say with no hesitation aside from the loud moans and cries escaping your throat.
He blinks at you but then chuckles and shakes his head before lifting your legs up onto his shoulders so he can lower himself and hover his face right above yours. “I last fucked her the night of the music video shoot.”
What?
He catches the frown in your brows but doesn’t comment on it, simply keeps fucking you to chase his own high.
“Why that nigh–”
He deadpans, “Because you made me horny as fuck.”
Holy shit. Did he fuck her simply because you had turned him on?
You cry out once he starts snapping his hips aggressively into you, face lowering even further to press his lips against yours.
You whimper against his lips, eyes shut tightly as the tip of his dick barely grazes your cervix.
“Rub yourself for me,” he whispers against your lips and it only means he’s close to his orgasm.
You comply without another thought, reaching down your stomach to rub your poor sensitive clit as he continues to drill into you.
“I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” he whispers as he pulls away from your lips. You open your eyes and glance up at him, brows furrowed and soft moans continuously falling from your lips. He’s been cumming inside of you ever since you two started sleeping together but he still makes it a thing to ask every time.
“I want it deep inside of me, sir. Give it to me,” you moan, watching how his face twists from you calling him ‘sir’.
“Fuck. You’re gonna make me fill you up again, huh?” he grunts and his hips start stuttering in their movement, telling you that he’s close.
“I only ever want you to fill me up, boss.”
Those words are all he needs to shoot his load straight into you, painting your slick walls in his cum and long cuss words fall from his lips. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he grunts in between sloppy thrusts, lips coming down to kiss you again as he rides out his orgasm.
You hum against his lips, your fingers still furiously rubbing circles onto your clit. If he keeps kissing you like this for a moment longer, you’re going to cum. Hard.
“Keep going,” you whimper against his lips as you rub your clit faster once the familiar knot in your stomach starts coming undone.
“Anything,” he whispers, picking the pace back up as he fucks you to your orgasm.
“Oh, shit, fuck,” you cry out even more cuss words when your orgasm finally hits you, dropping onto you like a pile of fucking bricks.
You sob his name as he snaps his hips into yours, fucking you through your orgasm, still not removing his lips from yours because he knows how much you like being kissed during your orgasm. And he likes it too.
After a few more lazy thrusts, he finally comes to a full halt inside of you. “Shit,” he whispers as he parts his lips from yours and drops your legs from his shoulders.
You both try to catch your breath in silence, not much else being said.
“Heh,” is all you can get out when you think about it. He leans down to kiss your neck, cheek, lips, all over your face until he notices the mischievous glimmer in your eyes and a shit eating grin on your lips.
“What?” he asks, confusion coating his tone.
But that’s it. After he told you his little plan on using Daniel to keep the public eye out of your business with Yoongi, you’ve finally realized something after all this time.
“Nothing, just,” you say as you nonchalantly shrug your shoulders and move your hands up to cup his cheeks. “You were always saying I was scheming but…” You look up at him with the most bratty look in your eyes you can muster. “But you’ve kinda been the schemer all along.”
At this, he stares at you with a blank expression for a while but you know him well enough to notice he’s looking for a way to answer this, and he does.
His eyes narrow at you like they would all the time back in your earlier days at the company and a smirk starts tugging at the corners of his lips. And the next few words out of his pretty mouth knocks the oxygen right out of your lungs.
“I can’t believe you’re just now realizing that, baby.”
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pabtsblueliving · 8 months
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I loved Come to Papa! I have the biggest crush on Chibs 😍. The man gets hotter as he gets older! Can I request for Chibs, maybe a first date with him??? He's trying to impress her. Like it's hard, right? Thanks!
Baby, I'm Yours
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First date with Chibs
WC: 1.2K
Warnings: smoking, drinking, making out, like one curse word.
Hello, who doesn't have the biggest crush on him, hard not to. He was hot then and is still hot now. I started and finished when I got back from work, been wanting to write this all day. Bit rushed, but thank you for requesting, enjoy!
xoxo pabtsblueliving 💋
pabtsblueliving © 2023
You were nervous. A date.
You fiddled with the edge of your clay colored dress, sitting in your living room waiting to hear the motorcycle revving down the street. You were pleasantly surprised when Chibs Telford had asked you on a date.
You worked at the tattoo shop all the Sons had come through when they needed a new tattoo, or a new prospect was finally being initiated. You’d seen chibs a few times, never interacting too much unless it was a hello in that gorgeous voice, and a wink. A smile returned from you to him.
A few days ago he’d stopped in by himself, and you were cleaning up the shop. 
“Chibs, hey what can I do for you?” You smiled to him,
“Hi Lass, how’s the day?” He responded, “I’ve got a question, mayb’ bit out tha’ blue” He took his sunglasses off, put them on the counter, and leaned against it.
“Yeah, of course, what’s up?” You furrowed your brows, and taking off your gloves
“Ehm, would you want’a go on a date with me? Dinner, drinks, take yeh on tha’ bike?” He let out a breath he was seemingly holding since he’d arrived
Your eyes widened, and you smiled a bit, “Oh! Uhm, yeah, Chibs,” You looked down and smiled, then looking back up at him, “I would love to.” You beamed.
He gave you a smile, and a chuckle, “Alright, lady. Then uh, its a date” He picked up his sunglasses and began to walk out, confident in his stride. 
“Chibs, hold on.” You chased after him, meeting him at the bike.
He sat down and looked up, you continued, “When and where?” You chuckled a bit, he seemed to miss that part.
“Oh, ehm,” He let out a puff of air, “How about, tomorrow, 6pm, I’ll pick yeh up?” 
“It’s a date” You smiled and turned away, closing down the shop as he rode away.
And now, you find yourself, where we started. 
You fiddled with the edge of your clay colored dress, sitting in your living room waiting to hear the motorcycle revving down the street. You were pleasantly surprised when Chibs Telford had asked you on a date.
You’d just finished your third cigarette, in 30 minutes and a cocktail. You weren’t used to dates. You kept to yourself, provided your service of body art to the Sons, went out with friends sometimes, but that's really it. 
You let out a shaky breath. Did your hair look stupid, was your dress wrinkled, did your boots match your outfit? You were ripped from your thoughts when you heard the bike. His bike. You flew out of your seat, finding the nearest mirror and smoothing out your hair, adding lipliner and gloss to your lips.
He removed his gloves at the door, rapping his scarred knuckles on the door. Those three knocks finally pulled you into reality. You smoothed your dress and opened the door.
Upon opening the door was Chibs. He looked different, but handsome. He had black slacks with boots, a black button up that had more than a few buttons undone, and his cut. God, he looked great. 
You smiled and pulled your purse to your shoulder, “What do you think,” He started, “Clean up ok, for an old crow” His hands went up, presenting himself.
You laughed, “Clean up maybe too well” You winked. “Ready?” He held out his hand and a helmet. You nodded, strapped on your helmet and climbed behind Chibs, wrapping your arms around his sturdy frame.
And off you went, to the best date of your life. You went to an outdoor, casual, restaurant in the desert, 20 minutes from home. You had a chatty dinner, followed with a few drinks. You didn't want it to end.
You swallowed a sip of your cocktail, and took a drag of a cigarette, handing it to chibs as he leaned back in his chair taking it. The sun was setting on the desert, and he looked incredible.
“So,” You said, blowing out the smoke, “I’m surprised you’d asked me on a date.” 
He took a drag and chuckled, “Why’s tha’, Lass?” He raised a brow.
“I don't know, we’d never really spoken too much before, here and there. A wink and a smile maybe…” a smile broke out as you spoke, and he laughed.
“Well, em, I’ve had my eye on yeh for quite some time, Darlin’. Just recently grew the balls to finally talk to you and ask you.” He winked, bastard.
“Well, then thank god for your…balls…” You began to giggle and he chuckled, handing you the cigarette back.
As you took a final drag he spoke up, “How about we get outta here, love?” 
He handed you your helmet and put his sunglasses on, leading you back to the bike, and you rode off back to your home. 
He walked you to your door, a large, warm, hand at the small of your back leading you gently. You dug for your keys, nervous about his sudden silence.
“Damn…keys…uh,” You chuckled out an apology, and looked back. Finding him with his hands in his pockets, looking right at you. 
You finally grabbed your keys, and asked, brows furrowing, “What?” you questioned.
“Nothin’...I just eh, had fun…” He stalked closer, the space between you and your door, and him was getting increasingly smaller.
“I had a lot of fun too, Philip. I’d love to do it again sometime…soon…” You dropped your purse on the floor, and he trapped you between him and the door, arm above your head. You smelled his cologne, hoping it sticks to every item of clothing you're wearing.
You began, “so maybe like in a few days we can plan someth-” you started, cut off by a soft “shut up” 
You felt the chill of his rings on your cheek, and the smell of the leather and cologne on his skin, tasting the cigarette you shared not long ago, before you reached up and grabbed the shoulders of his cut. You quite literally melted into his kiss.
The arm above your head moved to the small of your back, bringing you in, This wasn't a normal kiss. It was sweet, slow, nothing too heated or sexy. 
You were soon interupped by the shrill of his cellphone, and he pulled away, breathing heavy as he sighed and answered the phone, while you remained in his grip. 
“Yeh?....Alright’ well, mate yer fecking interruptin’....You need me right now? Where?....” He answered on the phone, keeping eye contact with you then sighing, “Alright, Jesus christ, Tig give me twenty minutes.” He slammed the phone shut, forehead falling onto yours.
“I gotta go, lass…” He whispered, bringing a hand and stroking your hair.
“It’s ok, do what you’ve got to do Phil.” You gave him a wink and a smile, kissing right below his scar on his cheek
He winked back, and began to walk to his bike, “So, ill see yeh’ again, yes?” He yelled from down the driveway.
“After tonight, baby I’m yours.” You yelled back, a smile etched into your skin that would remain there for the whole night.
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teewritessmth · 5 months
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~~Baby Sitting Bonds~~
Sharky x f! reader
Summary : You call Sharky over to film a vlog with you where he helps you babysit your cousins. But on thing leads to another as you find yourself on top of him.
Warnings : kids, mentions of kissing, thunderstorm, spice if you squint
You had a brilliant idea for a new video. Your uncle and aunt were going to go and celebrate their marriage anniversary and had no where to leave their little kids. You volunteered to babysit those 3 little angels so they could spend their much needed quality time.
You call up Sharky's number, and tell him to pull over to your house. The internet loved your friendship, some even said you two would make a great couple. Truth be told, you've liked Sharky for a really long time. Even when he was making those rap battle videos with Chunkz and darkest. You smile remembering the time you had roasted the living hell out of darkest and Sharky in Chunz's video. Aah the good old days.
Sharky arrives within 20 minutes. "Hey Y/n, what are we doing today?". Sharky pulls you to a side hug and his eyes widen when he sees three little toddler run towards him. Before he makes a comment, you start recording-
"Hey guys welcome back, I'm here with Sharky today and we will be babysitting my cousins".
The camera zooms to Sharky's shocked face, who still hasn't recovered from the surprise of being greeted by three tiny humans.
"I have been lied to, I thought we were gonna do some random video but turns out Y/n wanted me to come and provide daycare service". Sharky laughs and looks at your cousins, they looked so similar to you. He could find some traces of similarity between your features compared to your cousins.
You smile and pat his arm, "We give the internet what they want Sharky, you and me in a vid reaches the max amount of views on my channel".
"if you do what the internet tells you to, are you gonna date me?". Sharky retorts, looking deep into your eyes. Your breath gets cut off for a second as you look at that beautiful man infront of you. Before you can respond, Sharky plays 'Die for you' by weeknd and doubles down on the floor laughing. You force out a bitter chuckle and try to change the topic.
"Well we're not going to be doing anything crazy really, just gonna give these 3 some food and spend the rest of the day playing with them". You tell the camera.
Sharky nods, "I'm gonna ace this, I love kids".
"Ayo?!". You raise an eyebrow.
"Oh my days, not like that Y/n".
The rest of the day passes by in a flash. the kids seemed to love Sharky. It was heartwarming to see him be so good with kids, you know he'd make an absolutely wonderful father. Bittersweet feelings creep into your heart realizing Sharky would never return what you felt for him. Your mood shifts in the midst of brushing your cousin's hair.
"Hey, what's with the sad face. C'mon we have the company of three cute children, smile". Sharky pinches your cheeks.
You wrap up the rest of the video by reading them a bedtime story and eventually tucking them in.
"Well, that's it for today. The kids are asleep and I'm glad they were on their best behavior today-". Your words get abruptly cut off by the sound of thunder.
"There you go, now a storm's on the way". Sharky takes the camera from your hands and finishes the outro.
"Miss y/n is shocked by the thunder at this time but I'll wrap up for her. Thank you for watching me get bullied by a woman in her 20's and 3 very adorable children. Subscribe to the betasquad and my channel. We'll see ya soon". He turns the camera off and looks at you, grinning ear to ear. This might just be one of my favourite videos with you yet.
"Yeah?". You reply looking down, pretending to be busy with something else.
Sharky grabs your hands and makes you sit on the couch. "Y/n you've been acting strange all day, what happened?".
"Nothing happened Sharky let it go. Also I'm not letting you drive back in this weather." You look up at the man who already had his keys in his hand.
"Y/n it's fine really, I don't want to be a burden right now. I can drive". He starts walking out, but you pull him back to the the living room.
"Are you really that uncomfortable around me that you're willing to drive in the storm?".
Sharky freezes, "What?! No!. I'm not uncomfortable around you, I just didn't want to be a weight at this point in the night".
"You're not arguing with me on this". You reach to grab his keys but he has them lifted up high. You both get knotted up as you try reaching for his keys and he lifts them higher.
Amidst this, one of the kids get out of bed and walk past Sharky scaring the life out of him, grabs his teddy and goes to bed.
Sharky falls back on the couch, pulling you along with him.
You initial reaction is pure shock and horror as you stare at the man. Your face gets flushed, realizing no one is making any effort to get up. He looks at you, his eyes drifting over to your lips. He tightens his arms around you and shuffles on the couch, relaxing into the cushions.
"Here, I'll drop my keys". He tosses them on the table, still maintaining eye contact with you, strong arms draped around your waist. He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand and he cups the side of your face. "That's why I didn't want to stay, now I gotaa tell you how I feel".
That was all the confirmation you needed. You hold his face and kiss him. He sits up and puts you on his lap, his hands holding your waist while you kiss him, full of need and desire.
He whispers against your lips, "I love you so much Y/n, I always have. I'm sorry for being such a bitch today".
"I love you too Sharky, so so much. Now stop talking and kiss me". You smile and kiss his cheek.
He hoists you up and takes you to your bedroom and locks the door.
God, was Sharky glad that kid needed his teddy tonight.
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cemeterything · 5 months
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how do you think an interaction between asuka and vriska would go? or asuka and dave?
asuka and vriska would absolutely loathe each other at first due to each seeing so much of themselves reflected in the other and this would culminate in a brutal bloody biting kicking slapping punching physical fight about it until they discover their mutual love of games and competition, after which they channel their antagonism into a more healthy but terrifyingly intense rivalry that ends being surprisingly good for both of them (but nobody else). their "friendship" would be impossible to define as such but also defy any other description, and would be like when wolves were introduced to yellowstone.
asuka and dave would be like oil and water, asuka would open the interaction by trying to antagonize dave into paying attention to her and he'd just be completely unresponsive and seemingly unaffected and then after 20 minutes of tense silence start muttering freestyle rap verses out loud to himself without prompting, at which point asuka would call him gay or something and storm out of the room.
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Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, drug use (weed) word count: 2k a/n: i just wanna say that i don't live in Boston, in fact i don't even live in America so I've just made up some of the names of places in this series so apologies if that takes you out of the story. hope u enjoy !!
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pov: layla
"So, where are we going?" Matt asked me with a permanent smirk plastered on his face, making me resist the urge to roll my eyes again.
"I'm going to South End," I blandly responded, not really knowing why he was following me out of the school grounds.
"That's like a 45-minute walk," he stated, pausing his walking making me turn around to him with a permanent frown on my face.
"So?" I asked and he glanced up at the sky, his blue eyes being illuminated by the sun hidden behind the dark clouds.
"It looks like it's gonna rain," he once again stated the obvious and I gave no response as I turned around and began walking through the car park again, "At least let me drive you there."
"Don't you need to drive your fuckin’ brothers home," I mumbled, aggravated by his presence already.
"I'm sure Nate will drive them home," he replied as he jogged up to stand in front of me, stopping my movements, "I can just drop you off if you don't want me to go with you but you shouldn't walk in the rain. It will take like 5 minutes to drive there."
As he spoke, I felt patters of faint raindrops on my face. I regretted my decision to leave the shelter of the school but I sighed, looking up at him unimpressed before mumbling, "Fine."
He nodded triumphantly before spinning on his heels and I followed him as we walked to his car. I let out a snicker when I saw the car he was unlocking was a silver minivan, causing him to turn around with a playful frown on his face.
"Are you laughing at my ride?" he asked cockily and I shrugged as I felt the rain start to fall ever so slightly harder.
"Just didn't think you of all people would drive a fucking soccer mom car," I rounded the car to the passenger side, swinging the door open before jumping in. I let my bag fall to my feet as I closed the door while Matt hopped in the driver's seat, throwing his backpack in the backseat.
He started the car, immediately turning on the heater and plugging his phone into the aux cable. The soft sounds of a random rap song I didn't know played through the speakers as he put his seatbelt on. I slouched down into my seat, pulling the headphone out of my ear and sliding it into my pocket before pausing the music on my phone.
I realised the car wasn't moving and looked up to see Matt staring at me. I frowned again, looking at him in confusion before he said, "Are you gonna put your seatbelt on?"
"Oh. Right," I mumbled, grabbing the seatbelt and sliding it over my body, clicking myself in before he put the car in reverse. He put his hand on the back of my headrest, turning around as he spun the wheel slowly with his left hand. I slid to the right of the car further, his presence feeling bigger than it was in the small space of the car.
"You good to just tell me where to go?" he asked as he put the car in drive, driving towards the exit of the car park while I nodded in response, "You don't talk a lot, do you?"
"Nope," I answered shortly, earning a chuckle from him but I couldn't find humour in what I just said.
The next 5 minutes were spent in uncomfortable silence as I picked at the black nail polish on my fingernails, quietly telling him when to turn left or right until we reached the destination. We pulled up to the old house that I called my home and I unclicked my seatbelt, grabbing my bag off of the floor.
I turned to face Matt slightly, giving him an awkward nod before saying, "Thanks for the ride."
"No problem," he gave me a genuine smile back and I pursed my lips turning to open the door before I paused hearing him speak again, "Hey. If you ever need a ride, I'd be happy to drop you home."
"Why would you do that?" I asked, the words sounding more rude than I wanted them to but I kept the same composure as I turned my head to face him again, my body still towards the door.
He shrugged, biting his lip briefly, "No one likes walking in bad weather. And it's not a hassle so why wouldn't I?"
I gave an unsure nod back before mumbling, "Thanks."
With that, I jumped out of the car and closed the door behind me running towards the rickety front porch to cover myself from the rain. I grabbed my keys from the small pocket in my bag, unlocked the front door and stepped inside. I turned around to close the door, noticing that Matt had waited until I walked inside before he drove away. I closed the door, locking it behind me before I sighed, thankful that no one was home. I walked down the dark hallway on the right towards my room, opening the door before slamming it behind me.
I threw my bag next to my mattress on the floor, walking over to my desk and sliding the top drawer open. I slid my leather jacket off, throwing it onto my mattress before pulling out the small box that contained the already chopped weed I had prepared for myself the other day. I sat down on my windowsill, leaving the window closed while I quickly rolled myself a joint. I realised I was down to my last few rolling papers and reminded myself to go to the nearest smoke shop in the next few days.
Once I had the joint rolled, I placed the box back in my drawer before sliding it closed. I opened my window, staying seated on the windowsill as I lit the end of it. Pulled my phone out of my pocket, clicking play on my Foo Fighters playlist before placing the phone on the windowsill in front of me.
I bent my right leg up, placing my right elbow on my knee as I smoked the joint and looked out at the small patch of overgrown grass that was my backyard. I tapped my left hand on my thigh along to the drums of each song, the time passing quickly. Before I knew it, 15 minutes had passed and the joint was finished, the effects hitting me quickly as I smushed the lit end of the joint against the wall outside my window, throwing it onto the ground in the small pile that had accumulated over time.
Instead of staring at the wall like I did most days, I grabbed one of the few sketchbooks that had blank pages left and started sketching random thoughts and drawings on the page with the one pencil I had that was still usable. I made a mental reminder to also go to a dollar store and get myself a pack of pencils soon since I knew this one would soon run out of lead.
After scribbling all over the page, I closed the sketchbook and I heard the front door open. I sighed, hearing the heavy footsteps of my father storm down the hallway before the door of my bedroom swung open.
"Why is your window open?" he asked, a frown drawn on his face that I seemed to greet every time I saw him. He paused for a moment before huffing, "Did you smoke my weed again?"
"No," I answered quietly throwing my book and pencil back on the desk.
"Where did you get it?" he asked and I ran a hand through my hair, trying to sober myself up to have a conversation with him right now.
"Wes gave me some when I delivered to him last," I answered honestly and his frown only seemed to deepen, anxiety rising in my chest.
"Why didn't you give it to me? Who said that was for you, Layla?" he questioned stepping further into my room and I could smell the beer on him from 3 feet away.
"He said it was for me," I answered, letting my head fall as I waited for the inevitable screaming match that I was sure was about to happen.
"I'm going to Ollie's. I expect you to leave my weed on the counter by the time I get back," with the anger radiating off of him, he slammed my door shut making the window beside me rattle before I heard the front door slam just as aggressively.
I let out a breath of relief, my shoulders dropping from their tense position as I heard his car rumble out of the driveway. I didn't bother trying to tell him not to drive when he wasn't sober, it never ended the way I wanted it to. So instead, I took half the half-ounce Wes had given me and put it in a separate zip-lock bag to put on the counter for my dad.
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I was asleep by the time my dad got home, making sure to lock my door before I fell asleep but as I was leaving the house to drag myself to school, I heard his snoring from his bedroom letting me know he had made it home alive, at the very least. As I entered the car park of the school, I noticed Matt's minivan pull into the parking space that he had parked in yesterday. I walked towards the entrance of the school before I heard my name being called.
I spun around to see Matt jogging towards me before he stopped in front of me, "Hey."
"Hi," I responded, a questioning tone behind my words and he smiled at me.
"I didn't know if you would come today," he said and I looked behind him, noticing both his brothers looking over at us with confusion written on their faces.
"Well here I am," I slid my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket, "I don't think your brothers like the fact that you're talking to me right now."
He turned around to look at them before he spun around to face me again with a shrug, "Who cares?"
"Clearly they're not the only ones," I tilted my head towards the people who were staring at us as they walked past. Matt glanced at them before rolling his eyes as I peered up at him, his black boots elevating him slightly more than his sneakers yesterday.
"Fucking Christ," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair before fixing his backpack that was falling off of his shoulder slightly. Since the air was colder today, he wore a white hoodie under his blue and white letterman jacket that I rarely ever saw him without.
"Wouldn't wanna ruin your reputation, Captain," I said sarcastically as I spun on my heel and entered the school. I felt more people looking at me than usual and I was sure another rumour had spread about me, resisting the urge to groan as I walked to my locker.
The bell rang and the halls were soon empty as I did my routine of grabbing the books I never used and made my way to my English class. I swung the door open, all eyes on me once again.
Mrs P barely acknowledged me as I closed the door behind me and started making my way to my usual seat before she spoke up, "Hood, Layla."
I closed my eyes briefly before sliding my hood off and I looked to the back of the class, noticing that the seat next to where I always sat, usually empty, was now filled with the familiar blue eyes and mop of brown hair.
I slumped into my seat, ignoring Matt's eyes pouring into me for the second day in a row. A couple minutes passed as Mrs P started talking about our project on Pride and Prejudice, zoning out since I had already read the book 2 years ago and I could easily write an essay on it.
I spent the rest of the lesson scribbling on a piece of paper and I was thankful Matt didn't try to talk to me even after the lesson ended. As the classroom filtered out, I grabbed my things and walked out of the classroom, noticing Matt following behind me with Chris close behind him.
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elvendria · 1 year
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Clean (Formerly Love is a Battlefield)
AU Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Part Two
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Summary:
You return to Hawkins after a few years in the middle of the night during the summer with your 4-year-old sister in tow, thinking the two of you could fly under the radar and settle in at Forest Hills Trailer Park. You thought you could get by without bumping into your old enemy, Eddie Munson, the town freak.
But you weren't always enemies, in fact, there was a time when you two were closer than anything.
Eddie dreams of making it big, you just dream of making it out of here alive.
\\enemies - lovers//
((Warning I'm not from the US, so bare with me when it comes to states and such))
tw: 18+ MINORS DNI or I will be busting kneecaps, E.D, physical abuse, child abuse, runaways, the reader Joyce's ex-step-niece, Will and Johnathan's cousin, Joyce is Queen, Wayne is King, slow burn, gambling addictions, the reader is 20 and Eddie is 21, Chrissy is the villain but we stan Grace. Reader has a small scar on lower torso.
Word Count: 3,744K
part one part two part three part four
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"Stupid... fucking... Car!!" You kicked the rims on the wheels of your car, screaming at it after you had tried for over 30 minutes to get it to work. But nothing, it just spluttered and coughed, before finally letting out a puff of black smoke from the back that made you want to sit back and cry.
You were due for work and couldn't afford to be late. After all, it was only your second week. It wouldn't make a good impression if you suddenly called and said you couldn't make it due to something stupid like your car not starting.
After what must have been your 7th attempt at beating the car into submission, you heard a few raps on the hood of the car, looking up to see Wayne there. He'd been coming around every so often, almost like he was trying to cram the missed years into a few afternoons.
Willow loved it when he came around, mainly because Wayne would spend most of his time sitting on the floor playing dolls with her, while you complained that he was going to hurt his back or something.
"Christ darlin', I'm sure they could hear you all the way into town." He chuckled as he stood beside you, thumb through his belt loop while another smoked a cigarette. "I'd ask you if you want one to calm your nerves, but I'm not about to condone smoking." He says, taking a drag from it, being a massive fucking hypocrite and knowing it too.
"I just don't know what I'm gonna do, I don't have the money to get her repaired, I only just started work!" You sank to the porch step defeatedly, head in your hands while the heels of your palms dug into your eyes.
Wayne would never admit this, never betray his nephew's trust like this, but it wasn't his idea to come over here to you.
Eddie was woken up by the sound of an engine backfiring. He had his arm draped around Chrissys' shoulders in a rather uncomfortable way, and it had caused a creak in his neck. She had told him he'd get used to it, and that she could only sleep with him if they slept like this, and so he endured it.
She figured he owed it to her anyways, due to the fact that while he was rutting into her last night, she moaned loudly and high pitched, expecting Eddie to be putty in her hands like he always is, but was met with his hand over her mouth while he repeatedly just said the words "Shut Up". He wasn't sure why, it hadn't happened for so long, and he thought once he started fucking Chrissy maybe those thoughts could go away.
And yet still thoughts of you, sitting on the floor beside him, telling him that his hair was growing back in fine, that he looked handsome, swam back into his mind. Then they turned to images of you on your back, pillow clutched to your chest as he bent your knees back to meet your chest, absolutely ravaging you. It was all he could think of last night
And so when she moaned in her irritatingly squeaky voice, it wasn't the one he wanted to hear. It was yours, all he could think of was you. Normally he'd open his eyes and watch whatever slut was under him squirm and writhe in pleasure, and that was enough. But last night, nothing but the thought of you was going to get him to finish.
He'd never let Chrissy know that she wasn't the only girl he was sleeping with. Not that she didn't know, but he knew that she could get a bit… crazy, demand that he only fuck her, that he stay hers forever. He didn't want that, he didn't want to be tied down to her. And yet that's all she wanted to do to him.
Climbing out of bed, he untangled his arm from Chrissy and looked out the window to see you standing beside your car like you were on the verge of setting the whole car on fire. You began kicking the rims, taking all your anger and frustration out on the hubcaps
It made him smile slightly, to see that you hadn't lose that spark inside of you. That raging fire that made you sometimes get a little mad at the slightest inconvenience, usually when you'd already been having a shit day.
But then he stopped and thought to himself, he shouldn't be smiling, he shouldn't find this endearing or cute, not after everything that happened. He quickly dropped his smile, walking out into the kitchenette to see Wayne awake and eating a bowl of Lucky Charms. The man never really did learn how to eat like an adult.
"Someone should go over there and tell her to shut the fuck up." He grumbled as he sat down to eat the cereal with Wayne. They didn't have a lot of money, so they always just stuck with one brand of cereal for both of them. Not that Eddie minded eating marshmallows for breakfast. "She's going to wake the whole park up."
"Well you're the mechanic, why don't you go over and fix it up for her." Wayne was probing, and not very discreetly. He wasn't entirely sure what happened all those years ago, just before she left, but if it was big enough to stop the two from being friends, then it must've been really bad.
"I'm not going over and asking her directly!" Eddie spoke like it was something obvious, something that Wayne should have known already. He could hardly go over and talk to her as if they hadn't killed each other emotionally 4 years ago. Like she hadn't taken his heart and crushed it on the ground when she left. "Look, just... go over for me and tell her to drop it to the shop, she doesn't need to know I'm the one working on it for her."
Wayne nodded his head, suppressing a knowing smirk. Standing up, he went to the door, about ready to swing it open when Eddie called after him.
"Can you..." The words felt heavy and swollen on his tongue. He wanted to speak but it was like his throat didn't want him to make any sound. He pushed passed it, determined to not be rendered mute just because she'd shown up one day and hadn't even made the effort to contact him. "Can you check to see if she's okay?"
Wayne just looked at him, disappearing out the door.
So that's how Wayne ended up convincing you to let him tow it to the nearest auto shop. Apparently, he knew someone down there that would fix it free of charge. You weren't about to turn down a free car service, so of course you nearly bit his hand off saying yes. It was free after all.
The main issue however still lay at your feet in a Willow shaped mess.
"Oh well, I'm free all afternoon, I'm sure I could look after her at mine for a while?" Wayne offered when you told him your dilemma. You were hesitant at first, you knew Eddie lived with him still, on more than one occasion he'd woken Willow up with the sound of his radio as his van sped into the trailer park. But you hadn't seen him, just saw the headlights and the giggle of some girl.
But once again, the offer of free stuff was just too tempting to refuse. You agreed, grabbing her favourite toy, a pink stuffed elephant she'd named bunny and her blanket. She'd undoubtedly take a nap around 3pm, sleeping wherever she fell, but she wouldn't sleep well without it.
You didn't go into the trailer, you didn't even step onto the porch. You saw the blinds move, you knew he was there, you didn't need to speak to him.
He's the one that gave up on you, he's the one that cut all contact.
He's the one who never wrote back.
You packed her lunch into a brown bag, knowing for a fact that unless Wayne knew how to cut a peanut butter and jelly sandwich into the shape of a dinosaur, then there was no way he was getting her to eat. Willow wasn't a picky eater, she'd eat whatever you gave her. She's just a bit happier if they're cut up all fun.
"I'll be home soon, real soon. But you're gonna have fun with Wayne right? And be the best girl for me?" You pushed a piece of her hair back as she spun on her toes swinging her arms in front of her. You had to dodge just to avoid being hit by her little ballerina act.
"I promise!" She held the edges of her little skirt and began to soon in a circle, being the playful and adorable child she was. "Can we have dino nuggies?"
"If you behave... then maybe, I'll see what I can do." You smiled as she let out a little cheer, knowing too well that you'd have dino nuggies for dinner. You could hardly ever say no to the kid. You kissed her on the head, another million thank you's to Wayne before you ran down the dirt road to the bus stop.
Thankfully there was one just down the road, and the bus was just pulling up as you got there, slightly ashamed at how out of breath you were. You fished out a few dollars from your pocket, climbing up the steps of the bus.
The driver was a bulky man, bald and very clearly sweaty. Like, a sweat patch in a V down his back sweaty. His winter beard was glistening and matted together in places around his chubby face. Handing him the $2, he gave you a smile, friendly and welcoming. He reminded you of the old guy you used to see sitting on a park bench near the casino your dad frequented.
"I don't normally see you on this route, are you from around here?" He spoke as he pulled away from the stop, the rickety bus bouncing along every curve and pothole on the road.
"Just moved from Nevada, well, moved back." You chuckled, introducing yourself as you took a seat near the front. Everywhere else was full.
"Well I'm Simon." He smiled as he carried on down the road with a faint smile on his face. "Simon the bus driver."
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Admittedly, Hawkins was pretty in the summer. The flowers on the roadside were in full colour, the heat waves radiating off the ground and causing a slightly distorted view in the bottom half of your vision. You were walking the from where you got off the bus to your job, the faint smell of sunscreen and sweat in the air.
Girls walked around smelling of Salon Selectives, carrying gym bags on their way home from jazzercise or aqua aerobics at the pool. Guys were shirtless, or almost shirtless, smelling of Drakkar Noir and ego.
Everyone was preppy and perky and perfect, intent on having the summers you only see in movies, the kind where teenage dreams are more than dreams for those few precious months. The kind of story where the protagonist grows up, finds themselves, and gets their crush to finally notice them.
In other words, their dreams were bullshit. In the real world, these so-called protagonists won't find themselves until a bad acid trip in college and likely won't grow up till their mid-30s, and as for getting their crush to notice them? Well, they had a better chance of selling out The Garden with their one-man accordion band.
You walked into the store, throwing your bag behind the counter into a little shelf, tucked away for later. You stocked the till, readying for the day, beads of sweat gathering on the nape of her neck due to the lack of AC. There was a small breeze though, thanks to the door being open.
The record store was fine, you were fitting in well enough. The work was easy, the customers weren't awful, the music was good and the people you worked with were friendly. But that was the only issue.
Greg, your colleague, was a little too friendly. And sure, you'd worked with guys before who got a bit flirty and creepy, but you could handle that.
Greg was handsy, always touching you, hands on the shoulders and waist, occasionally brushing against your ass when he passed by you as you stocked shelves. Sure he made the occasional comments, but you were new, you couldn't afford to lose this job, and you didn't want to rock the boat.
"Hey there beautiful, looking fine as always." He sauntered up behind you, leaning on the shelf behind the till. You could feel his eyes on you, burning into you, as you served some girl buying the latest Madonna tape. Her eyes were on him, and in a way, you could understand why.
Greg was tall, lean, and muscular. When he crossed his arms his shirt bulged at the seams. He was buff and bulky. He was so stereotypically good-looking that it irritated you, like an itch under the skin that just wouldn't go away. Girls looked past his actions and the way he spoke to people all because he was the kind of guy you'd see on the football team.
"Morning Greg." You kept pleasantries, what else could you do? Greg wasn't your type, not by a long shot, and you'd tried your best in the last week to make that known, but the guy just could not take a hint.
He began rambling on again about something or nothing, definitely nothing that would hold your attention. You went off to restock the shelves and like a fucking shadow, there he was.
"I was thinking about catching a movie later, you wanna come with?" He leaned up beside you, resting his arm by his head. "We could go see that new-"
"I can't, I've got to get home straight after my shift. Sorry." You finished up, walking back over to the till to help with some customers while he sulked off in silence.
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The shift went by quickly enough, the heat in the sun dying down to a warm humidity. You left the store, leaving the manager to lock up for the night as you headed back home, the promise of a cool shower and dino nuggets sounding more and more enticing with every step on the sidewalk.
The bus ride was quiet, resting your head on the glass as you looked at the town you once knew and how much it had changed. There was a mall now, which would have been much more convenient when you lived here before. Underneath it all however, when you looked past the fresh coat of paint, it was the same old Hawkins.
Walking the dirt path through the trailer park, you reached yours and noticed the lights were still out. Opening the door, you didn't see her there and figured she was still over in Wayne's.
Where he was.
It didn't give you much of a choice, either go and get her and risk facing him or have him show up at your door with her and face him. It was bound to happen at some stage what with you living across the road from each other. It would be an accident, spotting each other as you left the park, locking eyes for a split second before carrying on, ignoring the ache it left you with.
The same ache that both eased and worsened with every step towards the trailer, your heart banging away in your ribcage in time with your knuckles knocking on the door. You took a deep breath in, stepping back and waiting for it to open.
It must have only been a few seconds, but it felt like hours, and when the door finally opened it wasn't the ageing man you had hoped it to be.
"Oh... you're here."
You wish you hated him in this moment. You wished your heart didn't loudly shatter on the ground, the last moments between you replaying over and over in your head.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He looked at you, his brown eyes piercing into yours. His calloused hands brushed your arms, the blood thundering behind your ears.
Taking a deep breath, you looked up at him and nodded, never more sure of anything in your life. "Yes Eddie, I am."
"Willa needs her dinner, so..." Suddenly your shoes were very interesting. You weren't sure what to say to him, you wanted to scream and yell and ask him why he never wrote back, to tell him that for weeks and weeks, you ran to the mailbox to see if there was a letter, only to have your hopes dashed each time.
By the time you had found out, you were too hopeless to tell him, despite how much you wanted to.
The small thundering steps came before he could respond, and small arms wrapped around your legs, clutching tightly. "Sissy!"
"Heya pumpkin, you have fun with Wayne today?" You picked her up and balanced her on your hip. "Can you tell him I said thanks?" You looked at Eddie, your chest thumping and thundering away. Something flickered in his eyes as you picked Willow up, something you didn't recognise.
"Uh... sure, yeah no I'll tell him." He reached up and scratched his neck, his shirt riding up and a sliver of skin catches your eye. You feel like you can't breathe, like the world has stopped spinning.
Remember what he did to you. Remember how hurt you were when you realised how alone you truly were. Remember that girl you keep seeing leave.
You kept telling yourself this, over and over. He wasn't there when you needed him most. You weren't sure if he was even aware of how much you needed him then. But he had to be right? He got the letter. He had to have known.
Silence filled the air between you, and you were left with nothing to say. You nodded to him, grabbing Willow's bag and turning to leave.
You had reached your own door, talking with Willow playfully about her day on the way over. You had pushed the door open, setting her down and letting her run off into the trailer when you heard someone call your name. Turning, there he was, striding over to you purposefully, almost as if he had something lingering on his mind.
Before you could respond, he was there before you. "Eddie what are you-" And before you could finish your sentence, his lips were upon yours.
It was hungry, frantic almost, and yet somehow soft and gentle almost like he was afraid you were about to break. To say he took you by surprise was an understatement. It was like he had transported you back to a shy 16-year-old. Back to the beginning of the end.
You found yourself kissing him back for a brief second, body relaxing and letting him in before you were reminded of everything, of all the reasons you were not to let him in. You couldn't let your guard down around him. Not again.
Pulling back, you looked at him with wide eyes, your body reacting before you knew what to do. Quickly, you delivered a harsh slap to his cheek, the crack burning your palm.
"Eddie what the fuck!? You can't just come up and kiss me out of the blue!" You were yelling, angry as hell. You clenched your fists by your side, jaw clenched and set as you watched his face falter and fall, his ebony eyes full of something you couldn't quite place.
"Bunny please." He reached out, one hand cradling his face while the other came towards your arm to touch you, but you backed up before he could reach you. The nickname stung, given to you on account of the way you twitch your nose sometimes. "I have to tal-''
"You don't get to call me that anymore, you don't get to walk back in and pretend like the last four years didn't happen because they did Eddie. You don't get to say 'We need to talk,' because you never wrote back, you never answered me, you didn't talk to me. You weren't there when I needed you the most." And with that, you slammed the door in his face, sulking back into the trailer.
The rest of the evening was a blur. Between washing and feeding Willa, and doing the same for yourself, the only thing you could think of was that stupid fucking kiss and how it made your throat close up, your chest burn and your entire body buzz. You stood before your mirror that night, thinking about it as you towel-dried your hair.
You reached for just above the waistline of your panties, finding purchase in repeating the one small action you always found yourself doing when you were alone and stressed.
There, just above your underwear, lay a small horizontal scar about four to eight inches long. It was old, faded and healed, with a slight white colouring to it. You stared at it for a while, feeling along the slightly raised skin of it, relieving that day over and over again in your mind before you pulled on your shirt and hid it from view, climbing into bed and turning the lights off.
The sounds of crickets could be heard throughout the park, along with the occasional dog howl. You should be tired, you worked hard in the sweltering heat and were bound to be exhausted. Rolling over, you looked out a window into the night sky, the fateful kiss still lingering on your lips as your lids eventually drew heavy, causing you to slip into a sleep that was far from dreamless.
Across the way, Eddie was the same. He was on his side looking out the window, looking at the dark sky and asking himself the same question over and over again.
"What does she mean I never wrote back? She's the one that stopped the letters to me first."
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justagalwhowrites · 10 months
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Lavender - Ch. 12
A mass casualty incident results in a close call as Joel tries to figure out what he can live with. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1 - 11, found on Tumblr here.
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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings: Canon typical violence. Whole fic is very violent and smutty so Minors DNI, 18+ only. No use of Y/N.
Length: 4.8k
Tuesday, April 7, 2009 - 6 months later 
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Andrew was leaned back in the office chair behind the front counter of the clinic, looking up at you. “I’m pretty sure you could set that man on fire and he’d still worship the ground you walk on.”
“There’s something wrong,” you shook your head, perched on the desk, your nails rapping on the underside of the table top. “Something’s going on, I can feel it. It’s like he’s pulling away from me…” 
It was a slow day in the clinic. You’d had three patients in three hours. But you weren’t about to SAY it was a slow day in the clinic, that was a sure fire way to get flooded with emergent patients and make it so you were stuck here all night. 
Of course, the way things had been with Joel lately, being stuck there all night might be a bonus.
“You could try actually talking to him you know,” he said. “Maybe ask if there’s something wrong…” 
“Is that what you and Jess do?” You teased. “Talk about your feelings like adults?” 
He laughed.
“Adults seems like a strong word for it but,” he shrugged. “Have you ever told him anything that happened? Anything at all? Or have you just tried pretending as though we still live sometime before the world ended?” 
“You’ve become more of a smartass in your 20s,” you glared at him. He snorted and you sighed. “You know, Joel and I dated for three years before. Two of those were long distance. And that was somehow easier than this.” 
“Well his kid died and you’re hiding everything that traumatized you when the world ended so that’s part of it,” he said dryly. 
“Jess needs to stop giving you psych major advice,” you muttered. 
“No, the QZ just needs a therapist so you can go work your shit out.” 
Marta, a girl who had just started working at the clinic came and leaned on the counter. 
“Man, it’s slow today,” she sighed, looking bored. You and Andrew both groaned. She frowned. “What?”
“You’ve cursed us,” Andrew muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Whatever happens in the next 10 minutes? On you.” 
“What’s going to happen?” She scoffed. “It’s been dead all day.” 
“Stop making it worse!” You groaned. 
“It’ll be fine,” she said. “You’ll see.” 
Nine minutes later, a security guard from the main gate ran up, out of breath and splattered in blood. 
“Convoy from Atlanta got swarmed,” he was panting. “Need medical, everyone you can spare.” 
“Shit,” Marta said. 
You ran and grabbed the go bags of emergency supplies, sending Marta to go grab Dr. Lee and Dr. Elias from home. 
“Kristen,” you yelled to the one remaining nurse in the floor as you ran out the door. “Hold down the fort and try to keep everyone alive until we get back!”
“Dammit Marta,” she muttered, sitting down at the front desk and glaring at the door, almost daring anyone else to come in. 
You, Dr. Martin, Lucy - another nurse - and Andrew ran clear across the QZ, loaded down with medical equipment until you reached the front gate. 
It was absolute chaos. People were bloody, moaning. Someone - a kid - was screaming. Your ears rang, tension growing in your chest. You dug your nails into your palm, grounding yourself, and took over. 
“Set up a supply station there,” you pointed to an alcove of a building that should provide shelter in case a spring ran decided to move through. “Andrew, you’re lead on triage with Lucy. Lucy, you handle everything yellow down. Move yellow to the clinic when you can. Flag Martin or I for orange and higher. Security can do infection scans once we’re through triage unless there’s a visible bite, overnight holding for green and blue transfers at the main gate, we don’t have the kind of room at the clinic for this…”
“This is fucked,” Andrew looked out at the 100 or so people. 
“And it was a slow day,” you muttered. 
You all jumped into action, Andrew and Lucy only getting one or two patients in before flagging more emergent injuries. One person had part of a steering column lodged in their stomach and you got security to rush him to the clinic to get stabilized until you could get there. Another had an almost totally amputated arm and you completed the amputation in the field with Andrew holding him down. You stitched chest wounds closed, set exposed bones. Blood that wasn’t yours was on your face. Lee and Elias showed up about an hour in.
“We’ve got it,” Martin said, working on a head lac that looked like it came from a skull fracture. “Go handle surgical.” 
You just gave him a nod, racing back across the QZ and directly into a scrub room. 
Kristen had managed to stabilize the patient with part of a car in his stomach - her trauma nurse skills from before the outbreak being infinitely handy in the QZ - and it took you hours to patch him up. 
You were relieved that Martin was back when you got done, working with other patients that he’d stabilized in the field. 
“They’re doing infection testing now,” he said by way of greeting. “These folks are cleared to go into holding but there’s a lot of failures at the gate. Can you run some euth kits down?” 
You glanced at the clock. It was pushing midnight. You were still covered in blood. 
“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’ve got it.” 
You gathered the supplies and ran, again, back across the QZ to the gate. Your legs were tired. You wanted to just lay down and sleep in the road. Or at least have the luxury of trudging to the place where you’d be killing people. But you had to run. If you didn’t move quickly, people who could have been spared the horror of turning would need to be shot instead of humanely injected, putting them out of their misery before the misery truly began. 
You still hated it. 
Security directed you to holding. There were about two dozen people who were pinging as infected. You gave them a quick examination - confirming a bite - and tried to tell them what was about to happen in a way that wasn’t horrific. But how did you tell someone you were about to kill them - even if it would be painless, even if it would be a mercy - and not have it be horrifying? 
Some were numb, just nodding along. You asked if they had anything they wanted to say, anyone they wanted to leave a message for. Few did. Others were inconsolable, screaming and sobbing. You stayed with them until they fell unconscious - which only took a few minutes - and tried to set your feelings aside until you were done. 
It was after 2 a.m. when you reached the teenaged girl’s room. 
You saw her through the pane of glass in the door first. She was sitting on the bed, staring into space. Her face was wet. 
“Oh no,” you breathed. You couldn’t help it. You knocked once and then opened the door. 
“Hi there,” you gave her a sad smile. 
“You’re here to kill me aren’t you?” She asked, her eyes wide. 
“I need to check you over first,” you said. “Confirm…” 
She stuck her arm out, a bite mark at her wrist. 
“Then yes,” you sighed. “I’m here to kill you.” 
She sniffed once and then nodded. 
“I can tell you it’ll be better this way,” you said softly. “I’ve seen people turn. It’s hard. This is better. Like falling asleep after a really long, hard day.” 
“I don’t want to die,” she was crying. “I didn’t even do anything yet, no one is going to remember me yet…” 
“What about your family?” You asked, cautiously taking a seat beside her. She didn’t object. 
“My parents died out there,” she nodded toward the gate. “Before we made it this far. We were supposed to be coming here, FEDRA sent my dad here…” 
You nodded slowly. 
“What’s your name?” 
“Bethany,” she sniffed. “Beth.” 
“Beth,” you said. She nodded. “Would it be OK if I remembered you? I’d like to remember you.” 
“You don’t even know me,” her chin quivered. 
“We have a few minutes,” you said, glancing at her wrist. “Tell me some things about you. How old are you?” 
“I’m 13,” she said. 
“What do you like to do?” You asked.
She paused for a moment. 
“I played soccer, before,” she said. Her tears were slowing. “I scored three goals in the last game I remember. My dad called it a hat trick.” 
“That’s impressive,” you smiled. You brushed some of her hair back from her face. “You must be good.” 
“Yeah,” she nodded, smiling a little. “Yeah, I am.” 
“What else do you like?” You asked. “What makes you feel something?” 
“I write poems,” she said, looking down at her lap. 
“Poems?” You asked. 
“They’re not very good,” she shrugged. “But I like them. They help me think, understand what I’m feeling. I’m not great at making them rhyme, though.” 
“Poems don’t have to rhyme,” you said. “They just need to capture a feeling. Do your poems capture a feeling?” 
“I think so,” she shrugged. 
“Then they’re good.” 
You glanced at her wrist again, the signs of Cordyceps working their way up her arm to her brain. 
“I need to inject you now, Beth,” you said. “You’ll be awake for a few minutes after that. We can keep talking if you want.” 
“Will you stay with me after?” She asked. “I don’t want to die alone…” 
“I’ll stay,” you said. She nodded. “What’s one thing you’ll miss about Atlanta? Did you live there a while?” 
“Since I was nine,” she sniffed. You prepped the syringe. “I liked the weather. It was always warm there.” 
“Just a small poke,” you said, pressing the needle into her arm and pushing down the plunger. You pulled it back and massaged the spot on her arm gently. “I bet it is always warm there. I went to college in Texas, it was always warm there. It was nice. I miss that, too.” 
She looked at you. 
“If I lie down, will you hold me?” She asked. You nodded. She stretched out on the cot and you lay behind her, tugging her back against you. She snuggled into your body. “Can you stay until I…” 
“I’ll stay,” you said quietly. “Is there anything you want to tell anyone? I can find someone, get them a message…” 
“My friend, Cara, in Atlanta,” she said. “Can you just tell her goodbye for me? That I’ll miss her?” 
“Is she 13 like you?” You asked. She just nodded. “I can find her.” 
“Thank you,” she said. She was quiet for a minute. “I think I’m going to miss the sky. I always liked the sun and the clouds and the stars. It was so big. And the moon. I always wanted to be someone who got to walk on the moon.” 
“It’s a good goal,” you said. You could feel some of the tension leaving her body. “You’d be a good astronaut."
She nodded a little. 
“I’m getting tired,” she said. “Really tired…” 
“It’s OK Beth,” you kept holding her. 
“There are poems, in my bag,” she said, her voice fading. “Can you keep one for me?” 
“I’ll keep them all,” you said. You held her closer, stroked her hair. “It’s OK, Beth. It’s OK.” 
You held her until she stopped breathing. 
You were numb as you gently pulled yourself from her body, going to her bag in the corner. Inside there was a notebook. The pages were crinkled and the cover was peeling but it was almost filled with poems. Your eyes couldn’t seem to focus enough to actually read any, but you held it to your chest and went to the next room. 
You weren’t paying as much attention as you should have been when security let you into the next room. You were focused on not crying, trying to treat the person you were about to kill with the dignity they deserved. 
“Hi there,” you said. 
He turned toward you and ran, arms outstretched, teeth bared. It took you a moment to understand what was happening, process it fully. You barely had a chance to scream before he collided with you. 
You tried to hold him back but he was large and you were tired, your arms giving out quickly as your hands instinctively clutched the notebook and the euthanasia kit. The man’s mouth got near your throat just as security burst in the door and shot him, covering you with blood. They pulled him off you and screamed for something but you couldn’t really understand what. It was like they were speaking a different language. They pulled you up and moved you to the cot and you sat there, staring into space for a moment. You set the kit and the notebook down as one of the guards gently took your chin and tilted your head, examining your neck. 
“No!” 
Andrew’s voice snapped you out of your own head. You blinked for a moment, surprised to see him there, surprised to hear him screaming. He tried to come in the room but a guard held him back. 
“She’s not…” he was straining in the guard’s arms. “You’re wrong!” 
It confused you for a moment. You weren’t sure what he was yelling about, it didn’t make sense. 
“We haven’t tested yet,” the guard said. “It doesn’t look like a distinct bite, it could just have been a cut in the scuffle and it’s nothing…” 
You frowned, your hand cupping your throat. There was a sharp pain at the side. Your hand had a smear of blood when you pulled it away. 
“I got bit?” You looked up at the guards for a moment. 
For a moment, part of you was relieved. If you’d been bitten, you could just be euthanized and that was that. You wouldn’t have to keep trying anymore. No more days where you killed more people than you saved, no more wondering what the child you lost would be like now, no more trying to figure out why the person you loved more than anything else was growing distant. 
“We don’t know that,” the guard said quickly. “We’ll get a scanner in here in just a second…” 
As if on cue, Elias ran in, eyes wide. 
“They don’t know yet,” Andrew said quickly. 
“I’ve got a scanner,” Elias said, pushing past the guard who was busy holding Andrew in place. He all but ran to you, kneeling at your side and taking your arm. You felt the prick as it collected a sample and waited a moment. The scanner glowed green. Elias’ shoulders relaxed. 
“Negative,” he held it up to show you. 
“Thank fuck,” Andrew sighed from the doorway.
“It could be a false negative,” you said.
“It’s not,” he said, voice certain, his eyes soft. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen Elias like this. He’d taken you under his wing, worked with you for years. He was probably the closest thing you had to a father. You just hadn’t realized he might have felt the same way about you. “You’ll be fine, hear me? You’re going to be fine.”  
“Do we move her to holding?” One of the guards asked. “We can’t leave her in here with…” 
“We can take her to the clinic,” Andrew said quickly. “She should be at the clinic.” 
You barely remembered the walk across the QZ. Your legs were heavy. Andrew’s arm was around your shoulder. There were guards around you. You were still covered in blood. 
“I’m going to go get Joel,” Andrew said from the other side of the bars as soon as you were in holding. 
“No,” you shook your head. “No, don’t… that’s OK.” 
“He’d want to be here,” he frowned. 
“It’s fine,” you said. “Don’t drag him down here, it’s just 12 hours, I’ll be fine. He doesn’t even need to know, he has to work early tomorrow anyway…” 
“Can’t have you back here,” the guard said to Andrew. 
“Oh come on,” he protested but the guard shook his head. Andrew narrowed his eyes at him. “Fine.” He looked to you. “You’re going to be fine. You’re going to be fine. I’ll be back here in 12 hours. You’ll be fine.” 
You smiled a little and nodded, waiting until he left before you let exhaustion and numbness consume you. 
***
“Don’t be a fuckin’ idiot, Joel,” Tommy snapped as they sat in their sparsely furnished living room, beers in hand. 
“It hasn’t gotten better,” Joel replied, taking a drink. “I don’t think I can keep doin’ this.” 
“At some point that girl is gonna stop forgiving you for being a dumbass and she’s not gonna take you back,” Tommy warned. Joel sighed. 
“Maybe she should,” he said, swirling the beer in his glass. 
For Joel, adjusting to QZ life had been shit. He wasn’t used to existing with people anymore, functioning with rules and not just taking what he needed when he needed it. He’d blown the three chances you’d gotten him for permanent job placements. He’d been so bored doing building repair he’d snapped at his coworkers one too many times. His manager at the warehouse job had been a fucking jackass and didn’t take too kindly to Joel telling him so. The third one really hadn’t been his fault, a guy on the delivery crew he was on cat called a girl who couldn’t have been more than 14. Joel decked him in the middle of the street. 
“Don’t know why I can’t just come work in the clinic with you,” he muttered one evening, sitting at your kitchen table.  
“Really?” You’d raised your eyebrows at him, incredulous. 
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “You must have something that needs doing.” 
“Well yeah,” you laughed a little. “But Joel, come on. You have no medical experience or interest in getting any. Your bedside manner is shit….” 
You trailed off. He waited for you to finish. 
“And?” He asked. You sighed. 
“And…” you looked at the ceiling for a moment before looking at him again. “I helped set that clinic up. It means a lot to me. I don’t want to damage it by convincing my boss to hire my boyfriend only to have him punch the first guy who looks at me funny.” 
He ground his teeth before getting up and going for the door. 
“Joel,” you sighed. “Please don’t…” 
“Should go check on Tommy,” he muttered. “Haven’t seen ‘em in a few days.” 
He stalked out and didn’t come back for two days. He’d been stuck doing odd jobs ever since. 
The unease at being away from you hadn’t gotten any better. Every time you weren’t near, he felt sick. His chest got tight, his stomach turned. He couldn’t handle it. He knew he couldn’t live his life glued to your side, always touching you, always knowing you were OK. He knew that. But he wasn’t sure he could live his life loving you, either. It was too scary, too painful. It was like his mind was bracing for the worst, all the time. Anything at all was better than being caught off guard by losing you. It was self preservation, trying to not love you. He wouldn’t be capable of surviving your loss. It would be safer to cut things off when he had control. He’d stay alive if he could just fucking do it. Love was just too big a risk. 
“You really just want to live in misery for the rest of your goddamn life?” Tommy asked, getting worked up. “Because that seems to be what you’re gunnin’ for.” 
“I just want to not be afraid all the fuckin’ time,” he snapped. “I want something quiet and easy, something that isn’t overwhelming all the goddamn time. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.”
“Fuckin’ moron,” Tommy muttered, downing the rest of his beer and going to bed. 
Joel stayed up for a while after, staring into nothing, trying to imagine what life without you would be. He could still keep an eye on you. Check in, make sure you were safe. But if there was some distance, maybe he could pull himself away from you. Have some hope of disentangling himself from you enough that it wouldn’t destroy him if you got hurt. It was the end of the world, you were going to get hurt at some point. You were safer in the QZ than outside it, the life you’d built here was relatively safe. But at some point, you’d get attacked by a patient, piss off FEDRA, get bit by an errant infected that had worked its way inside the walls of the QZ. It was coming. He could feel it coming. He needed to be far enough away from you when it happened that it didn’t kill him. Otherwise what had been the fucking point of all this? He had to live for Tommy at the very least. Keep his kid brother’s nose clean. He couldn’t do that and lose you, not like this. 
He got up early, worked a shift dealing with some sewer maintenance. Wednesdays were shorter days for you so he decided to go to your place after getting cleaned up. He hadn’t figured out how to extract himself from you yet, not really. He used that as is excuse for still showing up at your place almost every damn day. It was self preservation. He needed to be near you until he could figure out how to not be. 
But there was something off about your apartment when he walked in. The air was oddly stale, like it hadn’t been disturbed in more than a day. The note he’d written to tell you he was planning to sleep at his place was in the spot where he’d left it on your table. It was like you hadn’t even touched it. You hadn’t been home. 
Oh God, you hadn’t been home. 
He ran out so fast he had to double back to lock your doors. He took the stairs two at a time, the fist that wrapped around his chest when you weren’t near gripping tighter. He ran for the clinic. Fuck, he hoped you made it to the clinic yesterday. If he hadn’t, he’d have to rip the fucking city apart to find you. He would, he didn’t give a fuck, but a starting point… he needed a starting point. 
He ripped the doors open. Andrew wasn’t at the front desk, instead a woman he’d seen in passing but whose name he’d never bothered to learn was sitting there. 
“Mr. Miller,” she called but he ignored her, going for the doors leading to the back. He yanked them open and started checking exam rooms. No sign of you. He yelled your name, looking around for some sign of you, someone who knew where you were. The woman from the desk caught up to him. 
“Mr. Miller,” she said. He looked down at her. “She’s back in holding…” 
His legs damn near gave out. 
“Holding?” He fought to keep his voice steady. His head spun. The grip on his chest got tighter. “What… how…” 
“There was an incident early this morning,” she checked her watch. “She should be free to go any minute now. Andrew is waiting too…” 
“Where?” He asked, looking around. He’d spent almost no time back in the exam area, he didn’t know where shit was. The woman pointed him down a hall and he ran for it until he almost ran into you, tucked into Andrew’s side with his arm around you, a blanket over you. You were covered in blood, staring straight ahead like you were in a daze. 
“Good of you to fucking show up,” Andrew glared at him. 
“What happened?” He asked. 
“Convoy from Atlanta got overrun by infected,” he muttered, continuing to guide you through the clinic. “We were out doing what we could until well after fuckin’ midnight. Guards said she didn’t sleep either… Around 3 a.m. she was doing euthanasias when one turned earlier than they expected. We thought it might have gotten her on the throat, the scanner was negative but there was a scratch… She was already so covered in blood we weren’t sure what it was from…” 
“Oh Baby,” he went to hold your face but you flinched away from him, clutching something in your arms closer to your chest. A notebook. He frowned. “Can I see that?” 
He went to take it from you but you pulled it away. 
“She was like Jessica,” your voice was flat. “I killed her, too…” 
Joel frowned, looking from you to Andrew. 
“Shit,” he muttered. “Let’s just get her home…” 
The three of you got odd looks from everyone around you, two large men helping the dazed, bloody woman home. No one dared stop them, though. Joel let you into your apartment. Andrew peeled the blanket off you slowly. You were still in the clothes you’d worn the day before but they were caked in blood and mud. You clutched the notebook to your chest. 
“Hey,” Andrew said, brushing your hair back. “Can I leave you with him? Is that OK? Will you be OK?” 
You frowned a little but nodded. 
“Good,” he kissed your forehead. “I need to go see Jess, give her an update… Don’t shut down on me, OK?” 
You nodded again. He looked to Joel. 
“She goes totally non-responsive?” He said. “Come get me. Immediately.”
“Non-responsive?” Joel asked, keeping a hand on you. 
“I’ve only seen her do it once,” he said. “It took a lot to get her there but last night was fucking awful…” 
“I’ve got her,” Joel said. Andrew looked him up and down. 
“Fuckin’ better,” he muttered, giving you a last look before turning to go. 
Joel needed to get you cleaned up. He tried to extract the notebook from your grasp but you held tight. 
“Baby, you have to let this go,” he said gently. 
“I told her I’d keep it,” you said softly. He wasn’t sure he’d seen you blink yet. “I promised…” 
“You can have it back after you shower,” he said. Your hold on the notebook loosened and he was able to pull it away. He steered you to the bathroom and turned on the water as he slowly, carefully removed your bloody clothes. 
“She was like Jessica,” you said again. Your voice was quiet. 
“Who was?” He asked, hesitant to push you too far. 
“Beth,” your eyes met his for the first time. “I killed her, too. She wanted to live, too.” 
Joel got your shirt over your head. 
“Who was Jessica?” He asked quietly. Your eyes searched his for a moment. 
“Louisa’s daughter,” you said eventually. “She called me after you did that night. She was afraid. Louisa had turned, she needed help. I picked her up. I killed… There was a neighbor. She had a collie named Rebel, Louisa used to sing ‘Rebel Rebel’ when they’d walk by the house… She’d turned, too. I killed her, got Jessica out. 
“We were OK for a while,” you were staring at Joel’s chest now but it was like he wasn’t even there. “Found Andrew in the woods. But, on my birthday, we got overrun by infected… I held them off but one came from the side, got her from there. We were so close to a check point, they saw the bite, they killed her… I didn’t see it coming, not the infected, not them shooting her… She was so scared, Joel. I held her, tried to make it better… She didn’t want to die and I let her… I told her I’d keep her safe and I let her die…” 
Joel pulled you into his chest, his arms going around you so tight he should have been worried that he was going to break you but he just couldn’t hold you close enough. 
“It’s OK Baby,” he said, voice cracking. He was drowning memories of that night. Running with Sarah, promising to protect her, feeling her die in his arms… You were still covered in blood. 
He finished getting you undressed and helped you into the shower. He stepped in with you, fully clothed. He carefully tipped your head back, rinsing the blood from your hair before moving on to the rest of you. 
“It’s OK Baby,” he said again. 
It took time to get you cleaned up. He helped you into sweats and put you to bed when you got out of the shower. He climbed in beside you and you wrapped around him, clinging to him. He looked down at you, his chest still tight. You were going to be the death of him. He could feel it. If he didn’t get some distance soon, loving you was going to kill him.
A/N: I did warn you that drama was coming. I'm sorry to say that things are going to get worse for Joel and our FMC for a while before they get better. But they will get better EVENTUALLY. It'll just take some time. And some plot points.
Thank you again for reading and interacting! Reading your thoughts and feelings about this piece is such a joy, I appreciate each and every one of you. So much love!
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wrongarmstrong You lose style points being sloppy drunk. jimi_matthew_young Why do all the girls think walking around looking like cheap strippers is chic? coxcomb Look at the state of them all.
Posted May 28, 2024
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dailymail Machine Gun Kelly and Brittany Jackson affair EXPOSED. Megan Fox furious as source close to the trio reveals the news, sharing pictures and text chains. Link in bio for everything you need to know
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esotericderek Lets face it, She's a pretty girl who could have anyone she wants. Soo why chose him? oglalapaula Not to sound judgemental but cheaters really are the scum of the earth. Now could you sleep at night! Just break up and pursue someone new it's not that hard. sanchez_the_tranches Seems to me she likes the game!! She'll dump him soon.
Posted May 29, 2024
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dailymail OUT OF HIDING: Brittany Jackson spotted in Manhattan for the first time after disappearing from LA in May
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stinaedwards90 DM stop post articles about this nobody please carla_the_darla I personally think she looks healthier as a brunette avaricious_nigel Nice body although she is very skinny. Her lean long legs are to die for!
Posted July 26, 2024
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dailymail Margaret Qualley, Jack Antonoff and Brittany Jackson head out for coffee in NYC.
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hattiearmstrong40 Margaret isn’t very particular about her boyfriends afloatjimi Jackson looks like miserable company adamsthemadams who are these people?!
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dailymail Florence Welch, Brittany Jackson and Matty Healy all under one roof! Link in bio to see the celebs pour out of party at Electric Lady Studios in New York
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ease_ruiz Healy looks happy and more relaxed than last year. Jackson looks desperate for attention. jolikesrunning how awkward being at a party with your ex... pro.forma.norma love Florence
Posted October 4, 2024
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silly-inky · 11 months
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Inspired of of Hisy-fit's (skulls-soul's) post about these two (link at the end of the post) and a few of these interactions where their ideas
TW: implied drinking/ alcohol consumption
So from the post itself we can see Peach is a lightweight
So I have a feeling that if peach is going to be drunk, Bowser is definitely going to join her. He’s going to be like “hey you wait until I catch up Princess"
But with his sheer body mass and regular champagne, the man would have to down like 20- 30 bottles if we are also contributeing to the fact he isn't human
Luigi and Mario ( Luigi and Mario are both married the respective drunk parties in this) trying to find out where did all the champagne bottles go walks into the dining hall that’s inside the mushroom kingdom to just find both peach and Bowser in us swimming pool of empty champagne bottles
Bowser: Look *hick* loooook Peach! Peach. Peeeaaachhh! Looook I'm floating in a sea of champagne!
Peach: that's *hick* nothing.. watch this! *gets up to dive but just faceplants on the floor*
Bowser: no waaaayy.. that's awesome! *does the same*
Peach: I'm going to steal Toads- tooadsswor- toadsworth? Yeah, toastworths glasses! and see if I can get Donkey to wear theeeem~! hehe
Bowser: I'll- I'll hold him down if he- if he doesn't coop- corp- .... c o o p e r a t e....Work with us!
Bowser’s: you think I could- you think I could get a kiss if I flirt with that guy (vaguely points at Luigi)
Peach: not as fast as I can- I can get a kiss from him(vaguely points at Mario)
Bowser: your..on Missy!!!
Just imagine poor Mario and Luigi just suffering because their spouses are flirting with them and being stupid but it’s also totally working and the only reason why they haven’t kissed the other yet is because they reek of alcohol, Mario relents bad gives Peach a quick kiss, before he can pull away however she pulls him in for a deeper kiss, after a minute she let's go and screams at Bowser
Peach: SEE! I kissed the handsome man before you~! "*in a very teasing kid like manner*
Bowser: Nuh uh! I saw you keep him there!!
Peach: still counts ya big scaly sore looser *sticks out young at him*
Bowser: now that is juussst rude.
For some reason, bowser and peach wake up in matching PJs (that reason being that they forced the seamstress to do so since there a team and they should match) and in the same bed because they wanted a slumber party
Luigi and Mario are making breakfast and there’s like a glass of water and migraine pills
Both peach and Bowser look ashamed because they ask the question “ what happened last night? everything kind of gets fuzzy after diving into the floor”
There is definitely not a video of them singing karaoke together that Toad took
Bowser’s singing the soft parts that have the vocalizations while peach surprisingly is doing the rap
She has the rap part of the certain song memorized to heart an it's hilarious in this form
At some point Bowser and peach sing a song that’s like for Mario and Luigi and the camera pans over to the two brothers blushing as well as tomatoes
I can imagine Bowser serenading Luigi with his immaculate singing voice he knows Luigi likes his voice when he's singing the deep parts of the song
Luigi starts giggling like a schoolgirl, while Mario’s over here teasing him
Peach: Looks like you've got a fan
Bowser: I know, I’m so going to ask him out.
Peach: aren’t you too married? *points to the wedding ring he’s wearing then to Luigi who is wearing a matching one*
Bowser: oh. My. Glob. You’re right! I’m the luckiest man in the world! I mean look at him!
Peach: I wish I was married, (proceeds to look at the wrong hand which has no ring)
Bowser’s pointing at Mario’s hand: Well it seems your crush is
Peach: NOOO *runs to Mario to grab his shoulders* YOU’RE MARRIED??? 🥺
Mario, trying to hold back, is laughter: yes? To you *he takes Peach's hand in his own, and with his free hand, pointed out the ring on her finger*
Peach: :O :D
Bowser’s in the background: mine is still better
Toad showed them the video while they where recovering, Both Peach and Bowser feel super embarrassed watching the video back. Before Toad leaves he makes sure to say
Toad: oh yeah and Peach, you asked Mario to marry you again
Peach: aw, well I guess that is very sweet
Bowser: what about me? Did I say something totally romantic? I mean I must have Green is keeps blushing every time he sees me
Toad: well... It was romantic in that sort of sense.. He sort of asked him if you guys wanted.. to.. Make babies..?
Bowser and Peach in stunned silence
Bowser: and what.. Did he say..?" under his breath he's promising himself to make it up to Luigi for that
Toad: I don't know, you'll have to ask him, he just sort of whispered in your ear and went back to talking with Mario, but whatever it was left you a blushing mess
Toad halfway out of the door: oh yeah, and your kids videod a lit of your shenanigans as well, don't worry, thankfully all the flirting stuff was done the karaoke parlor, which they weren't allowed into because of their last stunt they pulled in there
And with that Toad leaves the room
This absolutely kills Bowser as he wants to know what Luigi said, an Peach is very curious, so when Luigi comes in with some more water for them, Bowser asks Luigi, he whispers it to him an then leaves the room.
Peach turns to Bowser who has turned as red as he did last night
Peach: well?! What did he say??
Bowser: well let's just say that even though we can't actually make more kids, he wouldn't mind taking me up on the offer now that I've sobred up.
Peach: oh. My. Glob! That is amazing, hahahaha. You know we really need to hang out more like this, I'd love to share my juicy secerets if you share yours.
Bowser: I'd like that, but perhaps no alcohol next time..
Half an hour later the koopalings burst into the room "Dad! Aunty Peach! We've got something to show you!" They all then giggled as Iggy began to play a video he had taken with his phone
In the video you could hear Iggy talking to Mario who was out of shot
Iggy: pfft, you okay there uncle Mario? Looks like you've got a little something on your face
The camera then pans to Luigi, scrubbing at Mario's face with a washcloth trying to get something off of his face, with a closer look with the camera his face is covered in kisses left from Peach, you could tell it was her because of the signature pink colour
Mario: haha, don't get cheeky you little scamp
The video then ends. Leaving Peach as red as Bowser was before. Bowser let out a big harty laugh while wrapping an arm around her
Bowser: looks like I'm not the only one that was daring with my husband last night
Peach: hush..
Anyways hope you enjoyed and here is the post that skulls-soul made on their profile
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