#wk:3.2k

[thebattleofstarcourt]

༉‧₊˚✧ paradox

eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

summary: you might be a cheerleader with a bit of a mean streak, but you’re not an idiot. you knew eddie munson isn’t a satanic cult leader, or that he killed chrissy cunningham. and for some reason, you couldn’t leave high school without telling him that.

warnings: reader has no specified race, ethinicity, or gender id. however, they are implied to be affected by misogyny.

a/n: requests r open !!!!

“tonni, do you seriously not know how to fold a shirt?” you said, staring at the wadded-up polo in her hands. being the only two cheerleaders who actually showed up to volunteer at the school after the earthquake, you were naturally paired together at the folding station. this was despite the fact that you could barely stand her.

tonni was one of the few girls you’ve met who’s stupidity unintentionally makes her meaner. she’s rarely ever consciously malicious – save for the time she egged ryan jenkin’s car for standing her up at prom – but her knack for gossip and her talent for the dramatics makes her someone who you can only stand for short periods at a time before she becomes unbearingly annoying.

combine that with the fact that your ‘84 cavalier you spent the last year saving up for fell into the ground a couple months ago, and your resolve was paper thin.

“my mom usually folds mine!” she protested, a permed curl getting stuck in her lipgloss as she pouted. “i can’t believe she dragged me to this without me knowing a damn thing. it’s so humilating.”

“i highly doubt the families whose houses just got ripped open by an earthquake care about how stupid you look.” you said.

“whatever.” she huffed. “this just means we’re nicer people. you wanna know who i saw walking out of deb’s wearing brand new acid-wash jordache’s?”

“not really,” you admitted. 

“fucking stacey.” she growled, completely ignoring your protests. “you know what she said the other day? she said chrissy didn’t have what it takes to be captain. like, oh my god she died, like, a week ago.”

“two months.” you corrected.

“i think she’s just jealous,” she said, as if she wasn’t too. “like, i wanted to be cheer captain too, but i’m not gonna disparage the dead just ‘cause! plus, we all know you would’ve been head cheerleader, anyways. the whole swim team has the hots for you, and they’re way hotter than the basketball players.”

“god, just shut up.” you said, rolling your eyes. the only thing that tonni ever did intentionally was throw herself constant pity parties. “your whining is giving me a fucking headache.”

your voice was just stern enough to simultaneously scare tonni to silence while alerting ms. kelley – one of the supervisors who was overlooking the stations – of a commotion. 

“is something wrong over here?” she asked, causing tonni’s eyes to beam. 

“oh no, we were just teasing each other.” she laughed, knocking her elbow with yours. “although, we were wondering if there was any way we could switch stations for the day?” she asked, looking down at the clothes in front of her. “i think i’d be much better an making pb-and-j’s than folding laundry.”

the older woman smiled. “of course, i’m sure we can find somewhere else to stick the two of you.”

“actually, i’m allergic to peanuts.” you lied. “so i’m gonna stay here.”

“since when – ”

“oh, of course! tonni you can switch with,” she turned around, brown eyes scanning over the room intently. “eddie!” she said, motioning the boy over, 

the boy in question – eddie munson, fresh from hiding and doing his best to ride the high of being a free man – slummed over, profusely avoiding eye contact with his two classmates in front of him.

“eddie, could you switch stations with tonni?” ms kelley asked him. he gave a silent nod.

“hold on,” tonni said, lowering her voice to a pathetic attempt at a whisper, “you can’t stick her with him.” she pointed between the both of you. “we’re cheerleaders, ms. kelley. you know what he does to cheerleaders.”

she sighed, in all her guidance counselor glory. “considering the fact his charges were dropped, i think she’ll be fine.”

tonni’s smile was replaced with a displeased frown. she looked back at you for support as you rolled your eyes, beyond finished with her dramatics.

“fine,” she huffs again, walking towards the kitchen. “but just so you know, the blood’s on your hands, ms kelley!”

“i’ll take the risk.” ms. kelley said, giving eddie and you a court nod before walking away.

“she’s so fucking stupid,” you mumbled under your breath.  

eddie plainly joined the spot next to you, doing his best to ignore your prescnse entirely as he began working through the massive pile of laundry tonni neglected to fold.

following suit, you began working through a new basket steve harrington dropped off a little bit ago. at the top sat a pair of dingy white boxer briefs, looking worned out to death. apprehensively, you picked one pair up by the waistband and held it under the ceiling lights. dozens of indiscernrable wet patches littered the garment, and you dropped it back on the table in disgust.

“jesus fuckin’ christ.”

eddie, who was failing at making it seem like he was ignoring you, scrunched his nose and dragged the briefs to the garbage can next to the table with the back of his hand. “gross.” he said, wiping the back of his hand on his jeans. 

you mumbled a quiet thank you before the two of you fell back into a shrewd silence. despite this, you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him regardless. and every third time or so, his gaze would skip from the clothes in front of him, to you, back to the clothes in front of him. 

the cycle continued for the next thirty minutes, trying to egg him on so this wouldn’t be as violently uncomfortable as it was, but to no avail. his nervous energy radiated off of him like a wildfire; vibrations of tension rippled through the woobly fold-up tables like the earthquake that brought them here in the first place.

you couldn’t blame him, you guess. considering he saw someone die, was falsely accused of murder, hid from cops and rabid mobs for a week until the earthquake shattered his friend’s kneecap, when he ultimately blew his cover to carry him to the hospital.

especially since you’ve eaten lunch with the people that led said mobs for the past four years.

but then again, maybe the discomfort was partially on you as well. a conjunction of words have been lingering in the back of your throat as soon as he walked over to you, and you were just itching to get them out. but with graduation a few months away, a part of you didn’t want to risk disrupting the little amount of peace he had left in this town.

so, you waited it out some more, and he continued playing the metaphorical game you accidentally challenged him to. and even though he struggled with the pressure your gaze held him under, it was ultimately you that cracked.

“i don’t think you killed chrissy.” you told him, finally looking away.

eddie paused for a moment, letting your words and all their implications sink in. despite what you considered to be your best efforts, the fire around him was just as lively as ever. 

it’s not like you ever did anything to eddie personally. but your differing status in the current social status of hawkins was enough to terrify him to the core, but he didn’t want to show that. he didn’t spend years of building up immunity from the bullying by the jocks and the populars just to sink back to rock bottom.

so instead he stiffens, hardening his exterior as seamlessly as he can. . “i think that the investigation kind of proved that.”

“well, no shit,” you said, “i’m not taking about that. i’m saying i never thought you did.”

“no shit.” he repeated.

you huffed, annoyed with his short responses. “look, she told me she was getting pot from you that thursday. at first i thought she was fucking with me, ‘cause she’s chrissy fucking cunningham. she’s holier than the virgin mary.”

“okay?” he asked, confused as to what you were talking about.

“what i’m trying to say is,” you put down the jeans you were holding before and turning towards him. “she’s kind of a square sometimes, but she wasn’t clueless, ya’know? and after i thought about it some more, i realized she wasn’t kidding. the past weeks leading up to the game she’d been acting super weird; she was paranoid as shit, always looking around like someone was watching her.” you sighed. “i tried telling jason that when he was on his whole witch hunt, but he just thought i was lying. saying all this awful shit about how i’m a slut that was being ‘led by the devil.’”

“that’s…” he started, trying to find the words – something he’d been struggling with since chrissy. “something.”

“it was fucked up,” you said, “but it kind of opened my eyes to some shit.”

eddie doesn't know why you're telling him this, and at this point, you don’t really know either. after everything eddie has gone through, he deserves to lose his trust in humanity. he deserves to have walls as tall as skyscrapers built around his heart, protecting him of any false shred of hope that people could actually think he was a decent human.

he wants to be the kind of realist that pushes people away, but he never was. because of people like chrissy and steve he now knows physical proof that these people that he’s villainized in his head for years can be good and kind. and fuck him for wanting some more of that.

“about what?” he asked finally, because he really wants to know.

“you, mostly.” you admitted. “but also kind of … everything?” you fiddled with the hem of the shirt you were folding in between your fingers, remembering the events of that night. how jason, someone you’d known since kindergarten, looked you in the eyes and spit at your feet liek you were nothing. “i guess i figured if someone who was my friend thought shit about me that wasn’t true, then they could do the same for you.”

“that’s why you knew i didn’t do it?” he asked, even though you already said your answer.

“yeah,” you said. “that and i didn’t really buy into the whole satanic cult leader thing.”

“yeah, well,” he said while letting out a shaky breath. “guess i’m not the type to match people’s expectations.”

“but you aren’t, either.” he added on. “i kind of thought you were –”

“a bitch?” you finished.

“no!” he said, shaking his head profusely. “not really, i mean. you’re just kind of… i don’t know,” he sighed putting his head in his hands.

“it’s okay,” you assured. “i’m not offended. you’re not the first person to think that of me.”

“ah,” he said, understanding truly were you were coming from know. “so we’re both victims of small-town presumption, huh?”

“except mine is at least half-true,” you said. “but i’m, ya’know, trying to work on it. being less of a bitch to people. ‘s kind of why i’m here in the first place.”

“talking to me or doing community service?”

“both.”

“well, folding clothes for people who’s homes just got ate by the earth is a great start on the path to humility.” he joked. “but, uh,for what it’s worth, i don’t think you are one. a little scary? sure, no question. i mean, i was less intimidated being interrogated by a cop who just escaped a soviet prison than when you were glaring at me earlier.”

“i was trying to figure out a way to tell you that i didn’t think you were sociopathic murderer. sorry for overthinking it a little.”

“well, uh, to tell you the truth, it actually means a lot you think that. it’s nice to know that there’s one less person in this town that thinks horrible of me.”

“same here.”

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“jesus.” eddie shook his head, mulling over the story you had just told him about the time roy daniels told the whole basketball team that you gave the entire football team head so you’d be head cheerleader. “i don’t think you give yourself enough credit, ‘cause if everyone started treating me like i was some succubus, i’d go batshit.”

“a what?”

“succubus.” he clarified, his face flushing slightly. “it's, um, a mythological sex demon.”

“wow,” you laughed, and eddie realizes it’s the first flux of emotion you’ve shown since he’s come over. “ya know, for super senior, you’re kind of a nerd.”

“yeah,” he said, flashing a tight-lipped grin. “i’m a bit of a paradox.”

“no shit,” you said. 

“eddie!” a short-haired girl called out, running up to the table erratically. she quickly looked at you. “oh shit sorry, um hi?”

“um, hi.” you said.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt you! im eddie’s friend, robin.”

“i’m –”

“oh, i know who you are.” she said as an impressively fast pace. “not in, like, a creepy way or anything! i’m, uh, in band. and you’re the one who does all the flips and stuff during the games.”

“yeah, that’s me.”

“buckley! munson! quit yapping. we’re like twenty minutes late to henderson’s thing we gotta go!” steve harrington said, approaching the trio.

“ugh.” she moaned. “i’ll tell you in the car.”

“i’ll meet you there,” he said, nudging your shoulder.

“it was nice meeting you, robin.” you said, giving her a tight-lipped smile. you hoped it didn’t look as uncomfortable as it felt.

“you too!” she yelled back, waving over her shoulder as caught up with steve.

he turned back to face you. “guess i’m off. you’ll have to finish this load without me.”

“i’ll manage.” you said, and he smiled, sweet and genuinely. the kind of smile that used to give you butterflies in middle school.

“it was, um…” you gulped, watching him begin to walk away from you. “it was nice meeting you too, eddie.” you said. 

“golly jee!” he chirped, putting his hand on his heart. “i'm honored! I know that must’ve been hard for you.”

you rolled your eyes. “it was payback for putting up with me all day. it must've been hard hanging out with a cheerleader and not gutting her open.” 

he stared at you for a moment, mouth gaped. and then, he broke out into a fit of laughter.

“too soon?” you asked, scrunching your nose.

“not at all,” he cleared his throat. “in fact, that was probably the best thing anyone has said to me over the past two months.”

“even harrington?” you asked, and he laughed again. “i mean, no offense, but you are literally the last person i would ever imagine carpooling with steve harrington. and vice-versa.”

“he’s alright,” eddie shrugged. “way less cool than he was in high school.”

“guess that makes sense then,” you said. 

assuming he was leaving, you went back to folding the last of the laundry for the day. eddie, on the other hand, stood in front of you, twisting the ring on his pointer finger in thought. he turned around towards the exit, then back at you before speaking up again. “you know, and of course you don’t have to or anything, but if you want, and your friends are being dicks and starting mobs again,” he said, “then you could always hang out with us.”

“you sure you’re not scared of me anymore?” you asked.

“oh no i totally am,” he said, “but maybe increased exposure will nullify me.” 

“i don’t know,” you pretended you had no idea what ferocity was getting into you at that moment, even though you did. (1) all your friends are either dead, suck, or both, (2) you haven’t had sex in six months, and (3) the way eddie’s loose curls framed his how have you not noticed he was hot before face. 

“i mean, that actually sounds like fun.” you continued, “but, at least to me, it seems like the more direct way to approach your problem is to hang out with me one-on-one, right?”

eddie audibly choked, obviously caught off guard at your rapid tonal 180 in the conversation. you cracked a devilish smile. 

and, oh god as if eddie didn't think you were pretty before (which he did, because although he was respectful, he at least had eyes), seeing you smile like that threw him for a loop.

“one-on-one?” he asked, clarifying.

“yeah, maybe like a movie or something.”

“like a –” the sound of a car honking cut him off, proceeding a faint shout of “munson get your ass in the car!”

“yeah,” you said. “unless that’s too scary for a dungeon master.”

his cheeks flushed a bright shade of red. he coughed again, trying to pretend like the sound of your voice dipping into that octave doesn’t make him hard. “oh, that’s absolutely fucking terrifying. but luckily i’m kind of insane, so …”

“meet me at hawk at 7 tomorrow.” you said. “they’re showing castle in the sky.”

and even though eddie has absolutely no interest in watching an animated romance movie made for children, he agrees regardless. “see you then.”

༉‧₊˚✧

“fuckin’ finally,” steve groaned, watching eddie through the rearview mirror. he rolled his window down and poked his head out. “munson, if you don’t get your ass in the goddamn car in the next ten seconds you’re walking for the rest of the year!”

“sorry!” eddie said, throwing himself into the backseat. “you’ll never guess what just fuckin’ happened.”

“you folded socks with the captain of the cheer team?” robin turned around from the front seat.

“yes,” eddie said, “but also –”

“they didn’t say shit to you, right?” steve asked. “‘cause you know if they do that’s libel.”

“defamation,” robin corrected. “libel is written.”

“no one likes a know-it-all, rob.”

“you dated a reporter for a year!”

“no, they didn’t say shit to me,” eddie said. “in fact, they asked me on a date.” 

the car came to an abrupt stop as robin’s jaw fell open in shock. steve quickly pulled over to the curb and turned around.

“they what?”

“are you serious?”

“so fuckin’ serious.” eddie grinned. “we’re going to see a movie tomorrow.”

“okay, wait,” robin shook her head, “so they don’t think you’re, ya’know, a murderer?”

“no!” eddie said, smiling wide.

“holy shit, man,” steve said. “that’s big. real big. i mean, have you ever even gone on a date before?”

“okay, fuck you, harrington” eddie rolled his eyes. “i’m not some fifteen-year-old virgin. you know how many people got ‘fuck a guitarist’ on their bucket lists?”

“ew!” robin groaned.

steve ignored her. “that doesn’t mean you’ve been on a date.” 

“how could he not be a virgin and not gone on a – ” robin said, stopping herself before she answered her own question. she looked at eddie in disgust. “you are so gross.”

“is it really that much different?” he asked.

“what movie are you seeing?”

“... castle in the sky.”

robin stuffled her laughter behind her hands while steve signed and started up his car again.

“holy shit,” eddie said, his eyes widening at his realization. “i need a new shirt.”

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Her Emperor, His Destiny

(Alpha!Paul Atreides x Omega!BeneGesserit!Reader)

Summary: Ever since Paul presented no omega has smelled remotely appealing to him. His only reprieve is his dreams that have been filled with nothing but an angelic voice calling out to him, the silhouette of a woman he can’t quite make out, and the sweetest saccharine smell. Wk: 3.2k

Warnings: General omegaverse behaviors, knotting, scenting, marking, breeding, Paul and reader are a soul bound pair, inappropriate use of the voice(by both Paul & Reader) , fluff, kinda love making? Idk this is much softer than my usual smut. I think that’s it, lmk if I missed any!! 18+MNDI!!

A/N: Listen… I know this is left field for me but I made a promise to myself that I would start writing for ME again, and that means writing whatever I want. I saw Dune 2 and I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Paul is so alpha coded I feel like it was dropped in my lap.

Paul expected the air to be different, smell different, out in the desert planes of Arkkis. Thus far it’s as he expected. The smell of spice and sand permeate the air to the point that it’s over powering, flooding every single one of your senses. The sand lingers on any inch of exposed skin practically borrowing its way underneath. The smell of spice is so strong that it feels like it’s drowning you, invading your lungs and nostrils, coating them, leaving your insides feeling like sandpaper if you dare breathe it in.

But as he follows Stilgar into the sietch he can’t even be bothered with the glares and sideways glances from the Freman because the further they walk the more his senses are hit with an overwhelmingly saccharine smell. It was like someone was baking the finest pastry mixed with a warm milk bath on a cold winter's day. He had only ever smelled something as sweet as this in his dreams. A scent he’s dreamed of so vividly that it lingered in his nostrils when he woke, but he’s never caught a whiff of it in waking hours until now. There was no doubt in his mind that this is the same scent. The scent that’s haunted him every night since he presented. The scent of his omega, his destined mate.

“I can hear and smell you scenting back there, Paul Atreides… I suggest you get your pheromones under control before we enter.” Stilgar looks back at him with an apprehensive look and Paul apologizes nodding in agreement. “Mating is a very sacred thing to my people. Each pair must be approved and blessed by the high priestess. And all unmated omegas rooms are on the opposite side of the alphas. It is very important that you follow all rules, but especially this one. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I understand.” He understood the rule but does that mean he was going to follow it? He could certainly try. But that scent was intoxicating and the closer they got to the sietch the stronger it got. He knows given the chance, he’d break that rule in an instant. Consequences be damned.

“Many wait for their soul bound mate and majority of them die alone, never finding the one.” Paul found this odd. Soul bounds are few and far between nowadays and he comes from a place where mating is a transaction, a bargain, something of power and not of love. But as that sugary sweet scent swirls around him, almost making him dizzy, he thinks he might understand wanting to wait for your one. It’s been a few years now since he presented and no omega has ever smelled even remotely appealing to him. They either smelled of nothing or downright revolting, his only reprieve was in his dreams. His dreams filled with that sugary smell and the figure of a woman whose face he could never quite make out.

When Stilgar pulled his mother aside Paul found himself alone in a room filled with stares. Some looked at him in awe, certain he was their long awaited Maud’Dib. Others looked at him with disdain, snickering to each other as they shamelessly pointed his way. But he honestly wasn’t concerned with any of it, because as he sat against the stony wall the scent was stronger than ever. He could almost taste it. His eyes searched the room, craving nothing more than to put a face to the smell that has nearly become his drug. But as he looked across the various faces surrounding him, no one stuck out to him.

But he was certain she was in this room, if not this one than the next. That warm saccharine scent was so close it was as if it were right next to him. That’s when he feels a tap on his shoulder, causing him to jump. Either this person was stealthy or he was so lost in thought he didn’t hear them approaching but when his head whips around to see who it is he feels like his heart is going to burst. He hears the sound of bells ringing, a sound that he’s only heard in the churches back home. There standing over him is the most ethereal woman he’s ever seen, beautiful, perfect, sweet smelling, you.

“Hello, Paul Atreides, I’ve been waiting for you.” You smile down at him sweetly, your eyes filled with adoration. You aren’t dressed like the Fremen, no tans or browns or stillsuit to be found. A black silky dress adorns your form, fitting you perfectly. There’s a sheer midnight colored scarf wrapped around your head and shoulders, framing your face like the greatest work of art. You weren’t Fremen. You were a Bene Gesserit. Or at the very least, one in training.

“I think… I’ve been waiting for you too.” Paul’s voice is trance-like, looking up at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. The sound of the voice you’ve heard so many times in your slumber sending chills down your spine.

“Won’t you come with me? I have so much to tell you.” You look at him eagerly, offering him your danity ringed hand.

“I don’t know if I’m… supposed to…” He wants nothing more than to follow you. He would follow you into one of the suns of Arakkis if you asked him to. But he knew he was already on thin ice here and he feared what would happen to him and his mother if he were to upset anyone further.

“Do not bother with them, they will see the way. They will see what I’ve seen. Soon they will be cheering your name. Come.”

Paul scans the room, all eyes are on the two of you but when he looks back at your reassuring smile it’s like no one else matters, no one else exists. He takes your hand, letting you pull him along through hallways and far away from prying eyes. You drag him into a room that he assumes is yours, shutting the door behind you.

“Have you dreamt of me, Paul?” You sit on the bed and pull the scarf from your head, leaning back on your palms. You look so beautiful and the room is engulfed in your scent. It clings to every inch of the space and radiates off of you in waves.

“Yes… have you dreamt of me?” He takes an apprehensive step toward you, leaving a few feet of distance between the two of you. His green eyes feel as if they’re eating you alive and the scent of him causes slick to rush into your panties.

“Yes, every night since I presented as an omega my dreams have been filled with nothing but you. And more recently I’ve had visions of you in my waking hours. Will you tell me, Paul, about your dreams?” Your voice is as sweet as your scent. The way you’re leaning back on your hands makes the silk of your dress taunt against your breasts, your peaked nipples on display. The sight of you and the unmistakable smell of your slick makes his cock stir in his pants.

“They aren’t very vivid… mostly just flashes of you from behind, the sound of your voice, you were always saying ‘come to me Paul, for I am your destiny’ but your scent? That was so clear to me.” He takes another step forward, reaching a hand out as if he’s going to touch you but he lets it fall to his side, like he thought better of it. “I didn’t know it was possible to have a sense of smell in your dreams, but night after night I was surrounded by your scent as I slept.”

“I could smell you as well and I smelled you the minute you arrived. But my dreams are much more detailed than yours. There is much you do not know.” You approach him, closing the small distance between you. You rest your hands on his chest, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “Would you like me to tell you about them?”

“I’d love nothing more, omega.” His thumb gently caresses the apple of your cheek before traveling down to push some of your hair off your shoulder. He’s looking down at you expectantly, eagerly waiting for you to speak.

“Your dreams are correct, I am your destiny, and you are mine. I can feel the doubt in your heart, feel that you do not believe in yourself, do not believe that you are the Maud’Dib but you are, sweet Paul. For I have seen it.”

“Tell me? What have you seen?” He searches your eyes for signs of doubt or deceit but all he sees is truth there. Truth and the same adoring look you gave him when he first saw you.

“I’ve seen you learning the ways of the Fremen. I’ve seen you move them, rally them. I’ve seen a battle in which you win. I’ve seen you upon the emperor's throne, ruling over all, with me by your side, our child in my arms.” Your hands travel from his chest to take his face in your soft palms where you rub soothing circles on his temples.

“You saw… all of that?” Paul’s voice sounded exasperated, like what you’ve told him took all the breath from his lungs. He feels like it has. The finality and bluntness in which you speak tell him that your words are true.

“Yes, and more. There will be plenty of time to tell you about it all. But right now? I need you.” Right as the words leave your mouth a gush of slick drips down your legs. The presence of your mate triggering your heat weeks early.

“Tell me what you need, omega.” His voice drops an octave, taking on that deep alpha tone. It makes your heart speed up as another gush of slick drips from your core. You can’t help but think what it would be like if he used The Voice on you. Regularless of how absolutely blasphemous that would be considered.

“I need you, alpha. I need your cock. I need you to fill me up and lock your seed inside me with your knot.” Paul lets out a growl before reaching out, one hand gripping onto your hip to pull you flush against him and the other going to the back of your neck so he could connect his lips with your own.

The kiss starts off rough, eager, and hungry. But after a few moments his lips become tender against your own, his fingers threading through your hair as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You grant him access, immediately intertwining his tongue with your own, moaning at the taste of him.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, my moon. Ask for it and it is yours.” He kisses down your jaw to your throat where he runs the tip of his nose along your scent gland, inhaling deeply. “You wish for me to make love to you? Then I shall.”

Paul pushes the thin straps of your satin dress down your shoulders, kissing along the column of your throat, your collar bones, across your shoulders. You drop your arms so the straps fall the rest of the way down, the dress slipping down your body with them. Leaving you bare before him aside from the thin black material of your panties.

“Absolutely beautiful, angelic.” He runs the back of his hand down your cheek, your jaw, your neck, all the way down until his back knuckles are caressing the tender peaks of your nipples. He slides it across your chest, giving the other the same treatment before taking both of your tits in his hands. He gently squeezes them, pinching your hardened nipples between his fingers, eliciting little whimpers from you.

“I heard your mother has been teaching you our ways. How is your training?” Paul raises an eyebrow at you, certainly wondering why you’re asking him about that at a time like this. “I only ask because I was wondering if you might want to practice on me.”

“Do you mean…?” He looks at you with wide eyes and you smirk, biting your lip.

“That’s exactly what I mean. I can feel your apprehension, don’t be afraid, I want this.” You lean into him, smashing his hands that are still on your chest between your bodies as you lean up to you run your nose along his scent gland, darting your tongue out to taste the sweat and spice that coat his skin. He grabs onto your shoulders, pushing you back so he can look in your eyes, searching for any signs of doubt. But as every other time he’s looked in your eyes tonight, he’s seen nothing but honesty there. Nothing but truth.

“Get on the bed on your back. Spread your legs.” Your body immediately reacts, doing exactly as he asks. Paul approaches the foot of the bed, standing between your spread legs. “That’s a good girl.”

His hands grip onto your knees, pushing your legs further apart, leaning down to shove his face between your legs. His nose runs along the soaked material of your panties, deeply inhaling the sugary sweet smell of your slick.

“Alpha, please.”

“You do not have to beg, my moon. I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” Paul smirks up at you before lacing his fingers into the band of your panties and ripping them in half. He runs his tongue up your slit, circling it around your sensitive clit. The feeling of his hot wet mouth has you coming undone instantly, your slick gushing all over his chin and down his neck where it drips onto his shirt. He moans at the taste, sweeter than anything that’s ever graced his taste buds. “Yes, that’s my good little omega, give it all to me, let me drink in your sweet nectar.”

He dives back in, shoving his tongue as deep into your pussy as it can go, fucking you with it. His lips come up to wrap around your clit while his fingers circle your dripping entrance. He runs his fingers through your folds before shoving them knuckle deep inside of you.

“Oh fuck! I’m going to cum again, I’m gonna cum.” You move your hips against his face as he curls his fingers against your sweet spot, your legs clamp around his head and your entire body shakes as your high washes over you. Paul pushes himself up from the bed, ridding himself of his clothes before climbing back over to you, situating himself on top of you with his hands on either side of your head. His hard cock is resting against your lower stomach, the tip leaking precum onto your skin.

“I want to taste you too.” You run your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. You didn’t even care that the ache between your legs wouldn’t be satiated until he was inside you, you needed to taste him.

“Next time. I need to be inside you now.” It comes out a soft whisper, his forehead resting against your own. He reaches between your bodies, taking his cock in his hand and lining it up with your entrance. He connects his lips with your own, kissing you passionately as he begins to push inside you. You both moan as he bottoms out, his hips flush against your own. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, slipping your tongue into his mouth as his thrusts begin to pick up.

“Mmm you feel amazing, my love, my lord, my emperor.” Paul looks into your eyes as he continues to fuck you at a linguid pace, rolling his hips against your own as he pushes himself as deep inside you as possible.

“My moon, my destiny.” He picks up the pace, pushing up on his knees and wrapping your legs around his hips. Your tits jiggle with every thrust, the fucked out love sick gaze that you send his way makes his skin even hotter.

“I want you to fill me up, alpha. Fill me with your cum. Put a pup in me. So we can fulfill our prophecy.” Paul snakes a hand between the two of you, connecting his thumb with your clit so he can rub circles on it in time with his thrusts.

“Open your mouth.” The sound of him using The Voice makes your walls clench around him, your jaw dropping open at his command. He leans down, letting the spit that had collected in his mouth drip down into your tongue. “Swallow it.”

You swallow with an audible gulp. Your heart warming at the gesture that anywhere else would be considered lewd but here on Arakkis to share one’s sacred spit with another was a grand gesture of love.

“Thank you, my love. You taste better than the finest feast. I cannot wait to know what your cum tastes like.” Paul groans at that, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. His thrusts start to grow sloppy but he refuses to finish before you do.

“Cum for me.” As soon as the words leave his mouth your walls are convulsing around him, sucking him as your slick soaks his cock.

“Mark me, Paul. Sink your teeth into my flesh and bind us together as we are meant to be.” You tug on his arms, pulling his upper half so it’s draped over you, his face buried in your neck. His thrusts become slow and deep again, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you.

“But Stilgar said…” He groans, using every ounce of strength in his body to not just sink his teeth into your soft neck.

“I do not care what Stilgar said. This is bigger than him. Bigger than all of them. Mark me.” His mouth moves before his mind can process what’s happening, his teeth sinking deep into your flesh, breaking the skin. The feeling is like nothing you’ve ever felt. Electricity washes through your body, the most world altering orgasm of your life wracks through you, and you feel like your soul leaves you, connecting with Paul’s before returning to your earthly vessel. He pushes his hips flush against yours, ropes of his cum spilling inside you.

“Oh fucking shit.” Paul groans, pulling his mouth from your neck, gliding his tongue over the indents of his teeth. He leans back to look at you, eyes roaming your face. His knot swells inside of you and a look of pain crosses your features before turning into one of ecstasy. Loud moans leave your lips as your final orgasm of the night washes over you. Paul leans down, connecting his lips with yours, kissing you like it’s the last thing he will ever do. Though it was far from it.

“I hope you are not upset with me, Maud’Dib.” You take his face in your hands, running the top of your nose along his cheek.

“I don’t think I could ever be upset with you, my love. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on when you used The Voice on me…” he chuckles, resting his forehead against your own. “I am so happy I finally found you…”

“You have me now, until the day I take my last breath I will belong to you, Paul Atreides. Together, we will accomplish great things.”

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[pimosworld]

The story of us chapter 2

Pairing-Triple frontier boys x f!reader

Summary: Set before reader and the boys are officially together and how it all came to be.

CW: 18+ MDNI,chapters will have individual warnings.verbally abusive boyfriend,angst,mentions of murder,cursing,canon events regarding Tom,comfort

Notes: See Masterlist for story notes

[Series Masterlist]

Chapter summary- The boys confront your boyfriend and give him an ultimatum.

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Chapter II I’m no damsel

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As Frankie begins to unlock your door with his spare key he hopes you won’t be upset with them, of course you won’t be. 

  As Frankie enters the house he sees you first, you’re cornered in your kitchen and Mike’s back is to him. The relief in your eyes breaks his heart into a million pieces. Mike turns around and is none too pleased to see the three men have let themselves in. 

  “What the fuck are you guys doing here!” Mike was in no position to be yelling at them but he wasn’t the brightest bulb.

  “We’re just here to check on our girl.” Will always the voice of reason chimes in. Him and Frankie are doing their best to block Bennys entry but he can only be contained for so long. 

  “Well as you can see she’s just fine and I don’t appreciate you guys just letting yourselves in.” Frankie pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs knowing what’s coming next. Benny crosses the room in an instant coming face to face with Mike. They were similar in height but Mike was nothing compared to Benny. 

  “We heard you fucking yelling at her don’t play nice now. If she didn’t want us to let ourselves in she wouldn’t have given us a key.” Without answering Benny he turns on you. 

  “Why do they have a key and I don’t,I’m your boyfriend.”

  “For now.” Benny mutters under his breath. 

  You haven’t said a word since they came in, it’s like you're stuck in quicksand and you’re sinking further and further hoping someone will pull you out.  

  Will steps between the two men before it comes to blows and you can’t help but be so grateful for him. He was always so good at assessing a situation. 

  “You know what…I think you’re done talking to her, you can talk to me now. Ben, why don’t you take her outside.”

  “But.”

  “Ben…outside!”

  Ben takes your hand interlocking his fingers with yours, as he walks you past Frankie he places a soft kiss on your temple. You don’t know what you did to deserve these men but you know in that moment you can’t settle for less anymore. You’d rather be alone for the rest of your life than put up with mediocre relationships. 

  ****

  Santi puts his car in park and doesn’t see anyone outside your house. He decides to ditch the snacks to assess what might be happening inside. As he runs up the path to your house he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you and Benny sitting on the wooden bench Frankie built for you. 

  His relief is short-lived when he sees your blood shot eyes and Benny cradling you in his arms as if you’re going to run away any moment.  

  Santi hates that he doesn’t say anything to you at this moment. He’s torn between comforting you and going inside to find out exactly what happened. Ben sends him a reassuring look and he knows what he needs to do. 

  He enters your house to see Mike reluctantly seated between Frankie and Will on your couch. As much as he’s sure your boyfriend wanted to run for the hills there’s no way the two delta force members were letting him leave without an explanation.

  “Just the man I wanted to see.” Will smiles at Santi uncharacteristically and it sends a chill down his spine. Will was always the one with the cool head, he’d never let things get out of hand when they were on missions. There was always that occasion when he lost his cool and you never wanted to be on the receiving end of it. 

  He thinks back to all the times Will broke his resolve, when an informant blew your cover and Will had choked the man within an inch of his life. Or the time you were stitching up Tom in the field and he didn’t cover your back, it took all of them to hold him back so help me god if you slip up like that again I’ll kill you myself. Things didn’t bode well for Mike right about now. 

  “Have a seat Pope, we were just getting started.”

  Santi sits in the loveseat adjacent to Frankie, he can see his brother nervously fidgeting with his hands trying desperately to keep them to himself. 

  “So why don’t we start from the beginning, we heard you yelling through the door. Tell us what that was about and don’t even think about lying.”

  “Listen I don’t owe you guys an explanation of anything.” Mike doesn’t sound as confident as he’s trying to convey and Santi smirks at the quiver in his voice. He tunes out Will's response to assess the room, there’s a hole in the wall where the front door was forced open. The dining room table is shoved into the corner and a few chairs are knocked over. Your purse and jacket are splayed on the counter like you were ready to leave- were you coming to meet them? 

  He noticed your makeup had run and you were dressed to go somewhere. Maybe you were going on a date with him and an argument started or maybe you had a change of heart and you decided to grab drinks with them at the bar. The evidence leans toward the latter. Santi’s pulled from his thoughts at the sound of  Will's patience wearing thin. 

  “Listen if I have to bring her in here to tell us what happened we’re gonna have some more problems.”

  “Look it’s no surprise that I don’t really care for you guys,maybe I got a little carried away when she said she was going to meet you guys for drinks.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously awaiting their reply. Will says nothing, letting him sit in the uncomfortable silence. 

  “Looks like things got a little more than carried away.” Santi says to him, gesturing around the room. 

  Will and Frankie finally able to take a look at their surroundings notice all the minute details that they normally wouldn’t have missed. They were too close to the situation, too concerned with getting you to safety and with all their training should have seen the room in disarray. 

  Frankie for all his want and need to let the other two men handle the situation for fear that anything could tip him back to that dark place that he never wanders in. Not since his license was suspended, not since you said you wouldn’t watch him throw his life away. This feeling was different, he wasn’t itching to use or drink until the sun came up. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time, the feeling he gets before he makes the kill. 

  “If I find out you put your hands on her you won’t leave this house alive.” Frankie’s close proximity to Mike doesn’t worry them, he would never do anything without orders and a plan.

  “I swear on everything I didn’t touch her…I shoved the door open when she wouldn’t let me in and I moved the table a little just to scare her.” He rambles on now sensing how out of control and utterly fucked he is in this situation. 

  Frankie laughs as he scrubs his patchy beard with his palm. “A trained elite special ops soldier isn’t going to look at me the way she looked at me because you shoved a table and put a hole in the wall.” Frankie hates these types of guys, always so brave when it comes to abusing women but cower in the presence of real men. For all the shit he’s been through he’s never been an abuser, always respected his mother and his girlfriends. He’s an actual trained killer and has never even thought of resorting to acting like this. 

  “You know we are trained to tell when someone’s lying, you said something that spooked her and we’re not leaving until you say what it is.”

  “Look…she told me she wanted to break things off and she’s felt this way for a while. She didn’t want to talk about it, she just wanted to leave and meet up with you guys and that kinda set me off. I told her that if I couldn’t have her, no one could.”  He trails off at the end but they all heard vividly what he said. Santi can tell he wants to run, he’s rubbing his hands along his jeans and his shirt under his arms are two shades darker from perspiration. 

  None of the men react and an eerie chill falls over the room. Each one of them is waiting for the other to respond first. Santi knows what they’re waiting for. Where Will is calm and calculated and Frankie is tactical and precise. Santi…Santi is premeditated and cold. 

  “Mike, I want you to listen to me carefully because I’m only going to say this once.” Santi looks him right in the eye, he wants him to memorize the way his face looks when he tells him. 

  “I know where you work, you get off around six everyday and it takes you about twenty minutes to get home. You stop at the strip club downtown on the days you say you’re working late. You live in apartment b at the manor flats. You claim to have all this money yet you almost got evicted a few months ago for being behind in rent. I know you asked her for the money to go visit your family out of town so you can find a way to pay it back. You don’t have a lot of friends that would miss you if something happened, it couldn’t be easily explained with the reckless lifestyle that you live and you being so torn up after the break up that you finally went off the deep end.” 

  He’s staring at him wide eyed, Santi knows you’ve never really divulged all the information about your time in the service or what their specific jobs were. Mike has no idea how in over his head he is.

  “If I find out you’re bothering her, making any more threats or so much as breathing too close to her all they’ll find is your obnoxious truck in the St.Johns river.”

  Will slaps him and on the back a touch too hard signaling the scared man to stand. “Great talk Mike, hope to see you never.”

  ****

  Benny leads you outside, your hand is clasped in his gripping tight like a lifeline. He was so angry seeing you like that-so helpless. He could be angry at his brother but he knows deep down that you need him more than Mike needs a punch in the face. 

  He always was the one to shoot first and ask questions later and that didn’t always work out in his favor. Right now he needs to do things differently, he doesn’t want to push you further into his arms by making a rash decision. His brothers would handle it and he would be here for you. 

  It’s not lost on him that you may be in this situation because of them. Everyone coped with Colombia and Tom’s death in unhealthy ways. You were always the glue that held them together, they leaned on you a little too much because you could handle it. You’ve all been inseparable for years and losing Tom left a gaping hole in all of you. 

  Maybe it was the first time you realized that they might not be there for you in the same way.Frankie got lost in his addiction,Benny fought every chance he could,Santi obsessed over what he could’ve done differently, Will isolated even from his brother. They forgot to check on you and make sure you 're okay. When they finally came up for air it was too late. You weren’t thinking straight and Mike seemed like the best option to fill the void they left for months. 

  It was selfish of them to think you had abandoned them for some new boyfriend. You tried for months to ask for help in your own way. Many missed calls and voicemails not returned, everyone too caught up in their own bullshit. 

  Hey Ben it’s Honey, I haven’t seen you guys in a while, maybe we can grab some drinks. 

  Hey Ben it’s me again we haven’t done movie night in a few weeks, I miss you guys. 

  Hey Ben I went to lunch with Molly,you guys should really call her. It will help. 

  Hey Ben I met someone, he’s nice. I want you guys to meet him. Call me please. 

  Eventually the calls and texts stopped, of course you would start to ignore his red flags when he’s led you to believe your best friends abandoned you.

   They finally started communicating again, Frankie getting sober was the catalyst that broke the trance. They didn’t recognize you anymore, you acted different, distant like they harmed you-they did. The narrative they painted in their minds was far from the truth. They weren’t there when you needed them, the one time you tried to ask for help. 

  All these thoughts run through his head as he sits with you silently cradling you in his arms. You’re shaking as he runs his hand down your back trying to calm you the best he can. He doesn’t say anything not wanting to push you away again. You’re like a frightened animal not a trained soldier with too many kills to count under your belt. 

  Whatever he’s done to you to make you this way is worse than any state he’s seen his comrades in. He can’t judge you, this situation you’ve got yourself into was not unlike any drug, vice or obsessive behaviors that they themselves were in. Yours just so happened to be packaged in the form of this grade a asshole. 

  He’s pulled from his thoughts as Santi walks the path up to your house. He’s empty handed already having been more observant than the other three of seeing Mike's car parked across the street. He hesitates for a moment unsure of what to do next but Benny gives him a reassuring nod to go in. He needs this moment for all the moments when he was too caught up in his own feelings to return your call or text you that he missed you too. 

  “Thank you.” Your voice barely above a whisper, slightly hoarse from crying. Even now you still amaze him because why are you thanking him? 

  “Honey, don’t thank me we should’ve been here a lot sooner than this.”

  “I know but…you’re here now.” You look up at him with your mascara running and your puffy eyes and swollen lips and he thinks he could kiss you and he’s not sure where that’s coming from but it’s definitely not appropriate right now to have these thoughts. 

  It’s like you’re reading his mind and you lean in and place a soft kiss on his cheek and that’s not helping at all. If there was ever a moment for him to have some self control it’s right now. 

  “I’ve been doing my best to stay calm so please tell me he didn’t put his hands on you.” 

  “Ben I may have been a little blind to his behavior but I would’ve shot him if he put his hands on me.” He chuckles at your response because he knows it’s honest and he can breathe a sigh of relief at that.

  “It’s kind of funny actually, I was coming to meet you guys at the same time you were coming here to hang out with me. We’re so in sync sometimes it’s scary.” 

  He huffs to himself and there you go looking at him with those eyes again. “Ya we’re not in sync enough to know you needed us months ago.”

  You look at him in this moment with those big blue eyes and hate that he always finds a way to beat himself up. There’s no way you all would have known how to cope with the things you’ve seen. Tom was the straw that broke the camel's back. 

  The things you’ve been through with each other and the horrible things you’ve seen, at least you all one another. Tom may have been an asshole but he was your asshole. You all wanted to blame him for his behavior in Colombia to make yourselves feel better but after your lunch with Molly you know who's to blame. 

  Being left with next to nothing after fighting for your country will do crazy things to a man. You were lucky being a nurse paid well but you couldn’t say the same for all of them. 

  Everyone came back wounded physically and emotionally. Mike was an excuse to escape them. Something that didn’t remind you of the things you’ve seen instead of dealing with it head on. You were in too deep to notice he was pulling you away from your support. 

  Hearing Santi nearly break on the phone with you earlier pulled you out of this allusion. You had to get his words out of your head that were on repeat for months. 

  You’re going to be alone, and then what? 

  After everything you’ve been through it was foolish of you to think they would abandon you. They were yours and you were theirs-forever. 

  You know there’s nothing you can say to pull Ben out of this endless spiral of guilt. It’s why he fights, his way of coping with all the guilt of the things he’s done. 

  You place your hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes leaning into the warmth of your touch. You want so badly to lean in and kiss him and it would be wildly inappropriate at this moment but part of you doesn’t care. 

  The screen door flying open has you dropping your hand, the disappointment etched on his face is missed by you as you watch Mike storm off to his truck hopefully for the last time. 

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[pimosworld]

The story of us chapter 8

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

Chapter Summary-The boys go m.i.a and the reader takes this time to reflect.

CW-Angst,fluff,insecurities, this chapter is entirely in readers pov.

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Notes-See series Masterlist for full story notes.This is one of two chapters that will be written from the readers pov and then the boys.

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Chapter VIII Keep you safe part I

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It’s been 3 days….Not long, but long enough. Long enough for your mind to wander. Santiago had told you he loved you,he told you not to worry if you hadn’t heard from him for a while. 

  But that was 3 days ago, and the other guys never made any mention of being m.i.a. It was normal for Santiago to drop off the face of the earth from time to time. The others not so much. Ben and Will had a strict training regimen to get ready for fights and Frankie just recently got his wings back.

  You know they wouldn’t just abandon their day to day lives for another stupid mission. Being alone with your thoughts brings you to a dangerous edge. What if they went back to Colombia? What if they were having second thoughts?

  Internalized misogyny has you thinking how crazy it was that you’d basically jumped into a relationship with your best friends and slept with one of them. You’re on a roller coaster of emotions as you convince yourself that they would never do that to you. 

  They each had called you separately, making promises for the future. Somehow trying to reassure you that this is what they truly wanted. Every night since then you’ve clung to those conversations. Falling asleep knowing that these weren’t like the other guys…these were your boys. 

  ****

  It’s been 5 days…to say you were feeling a little desperate was an understatement. Work had been a nightmare dealing with the aftermath of another hospital nearby shutting down the ER meant you had to take on a lot more work. Days like this before Mike usually consisted of you calling one of the four to vent about your day. The countless times you ended up driving right to their house to spend the evening with them. They were the only ones who understood how you could deal with such day to day trauma and still be able to function. 

  You couldn’t help yourself and took the long way home after leaving work to drive by their house. Only Wills' truck was parked in the driveway and it didn’t look like anyone was home. Was it weird that you were sitting in your car contemplating life right outside their house? Yes-the answer is yes. You opted to continue home instead of marching up to the front door to find out where the hell they are. You hadn’t heard from any of them, not even a text to let you know they were alive. 

  Once you arrived home, you took off your work shoes and hung your bag on the hook by the door. You flopped down on the couch completely exhausted mentally and physically from the last few days. 

  You must’ve broken some Guinness book record for quickest turn around from a breakup. 

You feel insane as you laugh alone in your living room. Santi’s list pinned to your fridge of pros and cons that you stare at everyday when you get up to make breakfast is practically taunting you. 

  You were flying pretty high on Monday morning, so high that your coworker had to make a comment about how well you seemed to be doing after the break up. It wasn’t exactly a lie when you said that it was a relief to be rid of that asshole but you failed to mention you were dating arguably the most attractive men in a 500 mile radius.

  But that was 2 days ago. You’re not flying so high now.

  Something catches your attention as you lay your head back onto the cushion. The spot where the drywall was fixed had been completely painted over. A perfect match and only Will would know the color seeing as he was the one who painted the wall the first time. 

  When you moved in he was the first one to come over and inspect everything with a fine tooth comb. He helped you scrub the walls and paint to rid them of the awful smoke smell from the previous renter. You knew how much he loved to work with his hands and keep himself busy.

  You get up for closer inspection and it looks dry but you can’t mistake that distinct smell of fresh paint. Even over the strong smell of your scented plug-ins that Frankie couldn’t get enough of. He got you several for Christmas but insisted the lavender-vanilla scent was his favorite. He also said that was his favorite because it ‘smelled like you and it was the only one without a ridiculous name’. 

  A small part of you is relieved that you can pretty much assume they’re not off on some mission in another country but definitely frustrated at the lack of communication going on purposefully. 

  No doubt Santiago’s idea…there was no use trying to wrap your head around why he thought it would be a good idea to keep you in the dark. Santiago always had a heightened sense of security and protection. He blamed himself so much for what happened in Colombia. When he came back things were different, he felt the need to control every aspect of what you all did. Even something as simple as planning a night out had to be practically drawn out on paper. 

  You all didn’t keep many secrets from each other but you never told the others about a night you and Santi went out for one too many drinks and he let it slip that he should have taken control of the situation with the helicopter. ‘I was so greedy I couldn’t think straight. I should’ve told Tom to fuck off and left him there with that money.”

  There was no way any of you could’ve known what was going to happen in the days following. 

  The uneasy feeling in your stomach may have been more than just worries. With the chaos of the day and your mind wandering elsewhere you had completely forgotten to eat. You make your way towards your kitchen as you notice a small note on your island written on a pink post it. 

  Hermosa, we set up some surveillance around the house to make you feel a little safer. The instructions to set it up on your phone should be in your email by the time you read this. 

  It wasn’t signed at the end but judging on the handwriting and the pet name it had Frankie written all over it. 

  You scramble over to the couch to pull out your laptop. A few unread spam messages followed by [email protected]. There you find detailed instructions and a username and password already set up to view the footage on your phone or laptop.

  Username-HoneyB1990 Password-OetXMKiOJwkcgBA3cNir. Absolutely not Garcia. You get it set up on your laptop first and see 6 small screens in view. One clear view of your front yard,driveway,each side of your house, back patio and living room?

  You can see yourself from the back in real time sitting on the couch as you wave your hand in the air, is that what I look like? You can hardly see the camera placed in the far corner of the kitchen above the cabinets.

  Once you’ve played around a little and set up the app on your phone you attempt to change the insane password that Santi obviously set up. You throw your head back dramatically as an email is sent to [email protected] to change the password for this account. You flip off the camera as you close your laptop shut. You probably looked insane assuming they were even watching. 

  Your stomach grumbles again reminding you of your original task food. Thankfully you had actually managed to meal prep this week to prepare for your busy week at work. You open the fridge to find your tray of lasagna half eaten.Ben, the hungriest person known to man and quite literally a bottomless pit. You can almost see it now, the three of them working meticulously to set up the surveillance and paint while he eats various foods from your fridge.

  Ben snuck over to your house a lot to eat food from your fridge. Ever since you’d known him he couldn’t stop raving about your cooking or baking, pretty much anything you made. He was always the softest and the most sensitive out of the four. The first time you had him over to your house you made dinner for the two of you. It was the first time you made the infamous lasagna dish so you were a little nervous, even more so when you heard him sniffling while eating.

  ‘That bad huh.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of crying over lasagna.

  ‘No Honey, it just reminds me of my grandma.”

  You didn’t hesitate after that day to make it for him whenever he asked. 

  It did make you feel a sense of comfort knowing they were all here together, doing something for you. That knot that has been forming in your chest over the last five days loosened just a little more.

  ****

  7 days… Seeing evidence of them around your house only made you feel temporarily better. The dreaded feeling set in again as you curled up on your couch watching Disney movies trying to self soothe. 

  The amount of times you stared at your phone or jumped up when it made the slightest noise only to be disappointed when it was inevitably nothing or at least nothing of importance. 

  Your finger hovered over the call button but you were undecided on who to call. This was uncharted territory and you didn’t want to offend one by not calling and now your brain is doing circles around how to even navigate a simple phone call. 

  As informal as it felt you needed to hear something-anything from them, so you decided to just text the group to keep things fair. 

  DF4L

  Hey

  You wait for what feels like an eternity for any kind of response.

  I really miss you guys 

  Still nothing…

  I don’t know what’s going on but if you’re having second thoughts about all this just please let me know. 

  It was already too late to take it back once you hit send. Part of you knew that they weren’t but you couldn’t shut off that insecure feeling like you’d ruined what you had in such a short amount of time. You try hard to swallow the lump forming in your throat as you wait. 

  Benjamin:💬

  Your heart skips a beat at the blank text bubble. You wait for a further response but it never comes. You can’t stop the tears welling up in your eyes, your anxiety getting the best of you as you attempt a final message. The image of your green text when you send a question mark finally does you in. It’s like the tears can’t stop flowing once they start. 

  The front of your -Santis shirt is soaked as you dry your eyes. It was too late to call anyone else to go out for drinks to try and get your mind off this. You probably would’ve got some interesting looks anyways with the state of your puffy eyes and lack of sleep. 

  You couldn’t keep doing this, it wasn’t healthy and so you decided after one more night of sulking you were going to do as much as humanly possible to keep yourself busy. 

  Sunday was spent deep cleaning your house and organizing every room. The mind numbing tasks were a bandaid on the gaping wound of your heart as you tried to keep yourself occupied. After grocery shopping,gardening, and a ridiculous amount of online shopping you were starting to lose it. 

  It had been an uncomfortably hot and humid day which was typical for Florida, but as the day went on you noticed it getting a little cooler. You stepped onto your front porch reveling in the beautiful setting sun. There was only a few hours left until it was time for you to start your nighttime routine to get ready for the coming work week. 

  You stepped back inside only to grab your keys and phone, you couldn’t help but wave at the camera situated in the corner of your kitchen as you made your way out the door. You had done it subconsciously after they had them installed. It made you feel better even if you were waving at no one. 

  ****

  Sunset beach was only an hour drive from your house. Once you were in your jeep with the windows rolled down, your playlist on shuffle and the breeze wafting through the car you felt like you could finally breathe. 

  You drive for a while happy to have some clarity, a familiar guitar plays on your music 

  🎶I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

When it's cold outside

I've got the month of May

I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way

My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl

My girl

I've got so much honey

The bees envy me

I've got a sweeter song

Than the birds in the trees

Well, I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way🎶

  “I put a song on for you.” Ben leans into you obviously tipsy as you try to keep from falling off the bar stool. 

The six of you have lost track of how many times you’ve been at this lone bar tucked away in this corner of the world no doubt on a u.s. military issued suicide mission. 

“Ben, I told you I’m not singing.” 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re not singing. We are.” He gestures among the table as he makes his way to the small stage.

“Who the fuck is we?” Tom looks around the table as the other men have already accepted their fate. 

The other three men stand and Frankie shoots you a look you don’t think you’ve ever seen from him before. You try to disguise your embarrassment even though you’re not the one on display. 

Santi mouths ‘you owe me’ as Benny leads the chorus to my girl. It’s all so sweet and perfect, even with Tom sporting a permanent scowl next to you, he couldn’t ruin this moment if he tried. 

The fact that Will even got up although you’re sure he’s not singing and the red is steadily creeping up his neck at the exposure.

No one else in the bar really cares about this display of affection. Except you care… and maybe you always have. You belonged to them and they belonged to you. 

The memory of that night floods your mind as the song finishes. All the thoughts of the past few weeks lull you into a sense of calm as you pull off to the side with your destination in view. 

You take off your shoes as you near the beach wanting to feel the warm sand between your toes, the sun is just starting to dip low on the horizon and your body moves you to the edge of the shore as the waves lap at your feet.

The connection between all of you feels right,like all the puzzle pieces finally fitting together. As the colors of the sunset deepen you think about all the countless conversations shared,the dreams and the occasional disagreements that only seemed to strengthen your bond. 

Your relationship is much like this sunset,it has its own unique beauty and it’s perfectly imperfect. 

****

As you enter your home you can sense it feels very different from when you left. It only takes a brief moment to notice the four large bouquets on your kitchen island. Their vibrant colors and sweet scent fill the room instantly warming you from the inside. Each bouquet seems carefully chosen with a mixture of roses,lilies ,daisies and other assorted flowers. 

As you step up to examine each bouquet closely you can recognize the distinct styles and preferences of this heartwarming mystery gift.

One bouquet filled with elegant red roses and baby’s breath, a romantic and traditional gesture that must be from Frankie. 

Another arrangement bursting with wildflowers and sunflowers, is undoubtedly the work of Benny. Your free spirited,golden retriever who probably wanted the most extravagant display. 

The third vase holds an array of exotic orchids and tropical blooms. Some flowers you don’t recognize because the mystery that is Santiago always had something up his sleeve. 

And the final bouquet, with a collection of delicate pastel blossoms and peonies, all different shades of your favorite color. The color Will helped you paint your room when you first moved into your house. Its taste reflected his refined attention to detail. 

With a smile you realize that all your worry has been for nothing. Whatever reason they had for being gone you could live with. This incredible display of affection was enough to let you know they weren’t going anywhere. 

A small note is placed between the four vases. 

Pros-4 of everything, whatever you want whenever you want it. 

Cons- Having to decide which one is the best. 

A singular tear drops onto the note as you close your eyes and laugh to yourself. It was simple and yet said everything you wanted to hear.

A knock on your door has your stomach doing flips, your giddy with excitement as you try to walk calmly to open it. With each step you take a deep breath as you swing the door open.

“Hi Miss, I’m officer Williams from the Hillsborough County Sheriff's Department and this is officer Jones.” The taller officer gestures to his partner who sports a curt smile. He takes note of the tears on your face and you wipe them with the sleeve of your cardigan. 

“How can I help you, Officer Williams.” It only takes you a moment to recover, your military training and years of experience in persuasion have taught you that despite their professionalism, they’re still men. The smaller office smiles at you then as he looks you up and down with no shame.

You have no idea why they could be here and any attempt at disarming them would only work out in your favor.

The taller officer clears his throat as he shifts nervously on your doorstep. “ We would like to ask you a few questions about a missing person Michael?…Do you mind if we come in?”

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