#10 hours alone in HIS car with him 5 HOURS away from home

[magicmagica]

Some serial killer level bullshit omfg

[abbysdruidess]

•._.••¯´´•.¸¸.•headcanons about married life with abby [w nsfw]•._.••¯´´•.¸¸.•

wc: 1.1k

tags: tooth rotting fluff, smut, dom!Abby, dom/sub dynamics mentioned

a/n: lmk what you guys think abt this one:)

this is kinda in the same universe along with the abby proposes to you and wedding hcs, so if you haven't you could check them out-though this one could also be read as a standalone<3

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❦ you guys put a lot of work into your little dreamhouse™️ and are extremely proud of it. As an out and about lesbian, Abby took up a woodworking project and built a library that fits right into the wall of your living room. Which you were extremely supporting of, because it gave you the lovely opportunity to ogle your wife in a tank top and work pants, huffing, red faced and wiping sweat from her forehead in your backyard. You set an alarm and every couple of hours you bring her some cool water or lemonade with fruit and brush some locks of hair out of her dewy face<3

❦ she's also one of these people that don't believe in bringing in a handyman to fix any faulty appliance in your household. She has a huge, neon yellow tool box stashed away somewhere(you still aren't sure exactly where) that magically reappears everytime your car won't start or the air-conditioner starts making a noise. And 90% of the time Abby gets the job done, running on pure willpower and spite alone. When she doesn't and you guys have to bring someone else to do it, she just goes "Pfft, I could have totally done that. I just didn't cause I thought I might break it.". "Of course honey", you reassure her with a kiss on the cheek. You don't have her saved in your phone with an image of Bob the Builder for nothing.

❦ you guys are over at her dad's place a lot. When you were looking for a house, you made sure to get a place near his so you could visit whenever. He has a photo of you two from the wedding in his mantlepiece making the goofiest faces imaginable and every single time you visit Abby pesters him to take it down while you shit yourself laughing in the background.

❦ also, when your step-siblings Yara and Lev join, it's absolute chaos. You guys probably end up having an impromptu food fight and flick celery sticks at each other.

❦ if you have any hobbies such as knitting/playing instruments/writing etc she's fullly behind them and will always ask you to show her your progress. She's pretty proud of it as well, and smiles a little excitedly like :D

❦ please sing to her. It doesn't matter if you haven't sang a day in your life and it sounds like tires screeching on asphalt, it calms her when her baby sings to her. Will think you have the voice of a choir of angels no matter what and it is the only thing that can effectively put her to sleep. Bonus points if you play the guitar as well.

❦ Abby is really into reading(probably why she got that library built in the first place) and has one permanently etched in her night stand. She strikes me as one of these people that is a fan of the classics and doesn't read anyone that came after Hemingway. Until for her 26th birthday someone gifts her books from like Stephen King or Alison Bechdel and initially she's hesitant but eventually they grow into her and are stationed into her Hall of Fame shelf.

❦ whenever either of you is sick, you insist to pamper and care for one another. During the winter months Abs has a cold or the flu every month or so, and you have to actually fight her to take the day off and rest.

-Baby, you burning up. If you go to work you'll just get worse.

-I'm *cough* fine. I honestly feels 10 years younger. I don't get what the big deal is.

❦ you two definitely exercise together. Either you always go to the gym together-although you're not there as often as she is. Abby exercises religiously 5 times a week and that exercise will take place with or without you, but she would be damned if she didn't love when you tagged along with her. Either you guys have set up a little home gym with some basic equipment like mats, a treadmill, these bouncy balls and a weight lifting bench. Of course, you spot her, because you will take up any offer to ogle at her putting those big, powerful guns she calls arms to work. She reciprocates by insisting to hold your thighs while you do sit ups. And she inevitably ends up squeezing them like balls of dough.

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❦ when you first met Abby in your early 20s, you though it was natural for a woman her age to have such a heightened libido. After all, she did get around a lot for someone that looked like her. And that instict to fuck you senseless never abandons her-Abby is in a constant state of Wanting to Fuck, and is game whenever you are.

❦ Your sexcapades have included(but are not limited to): empty libraries, locker room showers, back alleys of clubs and just about any sturdy furniture in your house.

❦ she is a total beast when it comes to lovemaking, and can go anywhere from 2 hours to all night long, although most sessions end when you tap out bc you know you'll be sore tomorrow.

❦ even though everyone knows you're Mrs and Mrs from the ring on your finger, Abby wants to reassure that, by marking you as hers. Hickies, bites, anything is game. And she loves the slight sting of the scratch marks you leave her when she hops in the shower the morning after. She calls them claw marks affectionately.

❦ Loooves strapping you to positions she can utilise her muscle strength, like flatiron or missionary with her arms propped up. When you're scissoring, she wants to be the one with her legs on top, grinding her pussy into yours like it's nothing.

❦ I think Abby has this very hard dom image, and while she wants to take over during sex and feel like the one in control, she also needs to be taken care of. She works hard from day to night, and her past partners haven't been exactly accommodating to her needs. So whenever she's particularly exhausted, crawl under the covers to give her some head. Or in the shower. Or in the couch. Or under the dining table. She definitely cums fast when you suck her clit, it gets extremely sensitive and swollen while you're in between her legs.

❦ Is an occasional squirter, and also loves to make you squirt. It happened once as you were riding her face, and she just. slurped it all up. You lowkey passed out on the spot as your knees almost gave up.

❦ cuddling with her afterwards. There's still some resounding bliss in the air, as you both treasure the moment, your limbs all tangled up. You leave small kisses all over her sternum as she tightens her grip around you. If you're too exhausted, you fall asleep immediately, if not you just glance at each other through heavy lids with lovestruck eyes. You sleep like a baby and wake up feeling as refreshed as ever.

send me an ask if you guys would like me to elaborate any of these<3

[pinkrelish]

𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader

✶ Dreams were meant to die in small towns like Hawkins. No amount of hours bleeding on the balance beam would pull you out of poverty and turn you into the gymnastics star your mother wanted. Some days, when it was just you and Eddie hanging out in the field behind his trailer, or in his room; it didn't matter. But, one day, an opportunity presented itself, and it's one Eddie would never forget. Nor forgive. ✶

NSFW — angst, eventual smut, best friends to enemies to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, drug/alcohol mention/use, disordered eating by proxy of parent, depictions of poverty

chapter: 1/15 [wc: 2.7k]

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AO3

Chapter 1: Eddie's Favorite Memory

——1979——

Alone in his room, Eddie plucked the worn strings of his cheap acoustic guitar along to the music playing through his stereo, learning the song by ear. Missing a few notes, he lifted the needle off the record and dropped it back in place at the beginning, but as he did so, another sound caught his attention.

Was today the day?

He raced to the door. The trailer shook as he went, rattling the beginnings of his father’s eccentric mug collection hung on the wall. He threw the screen door open with such vigor it smacked the aluminum siding and wobbled on its hinges. Up the unpaved street, dirt clouds trailed a car like the flaming wings of a chariot.

The red Ford Pinto rolled to a stop in front of his home, and much to his disappointment, it was only the mail lady driving with her leg straddling the center console to control the pedals and her arm stretched across to the steering wheel, nearly running him over. She didn’t say anything; she merely continued to chew her gum and motion for him to take the tiny cardboard box from her hand.

Eddie snatched it and read the label. “Maybe today won’t be so shit.”

She scowled. “Cool it on the cursing, kid.”

He waited until she reversed onto the main road and drove away to flip two glaring birds in her rearview mirror. “Whatever, bitch.” Excited to rip open his package, he shredded it down the middle and tossed aside the bubble wrap.

A gust picked up the rustling plastic.

Rocks crunched under car tires behind him.

“I can’t believe it actually came,” he spoke aloud with raised eyebrows. He opened the plastic casing and inspected the clear cassette, looking over the handwritten tracklist on the inside. Weighing it in his hand, he reasoned with himself, “I must not be tempted to listen to this before she–”

“Eddie!”

He nearly dropped the treasure he’d been anticipating since he met that weird old man at the flea market who swore Eddie’s $5 could get him a bootleg live recording of Pink Floyd’s Oakland concert from two years ago. Of course he paid and jotted down his address without a second thought.

“Eddie!” you shouted again, jumping out of the moving car because you couldn’t wait for your mom to park in the dead grass next to the trailer across the street. You scooped him into a bone-crushing hug, extending your back to lift him off the ground. At least, you thought you did, until his Converse nudged your toes, firmly on the ground.

He grew another damn inch.

Cackling at your pitiful efforts, he mocked you, “That’s what happens when you’re gone too long.”

“It was only a month,” you grumbled.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you, clasping his forearms across the span of your shoulders. Holding you tighter than he meant to since he was still regaining his balance..

No. He did intend to embrace you until you laughed in his ear, telling him it hurt.

It was unfortunate; the impending societal awareness that crept into every innocuous action, every clothing choice, every decision to buy nice-smelling shampoos, or forgo them in lieu of generic deodorant. It existed in his muscles tensing you against him. It spelled trouble in his sandy blond hair darkening, and the wispy growth above his top lip thickening. No one could point out the exact time in a young person’s life when it became inappropriate to hug your best friend, but he was on the cusp of discovering it with how your mother stared him down from behind your back.

Smoke billowed in front of her face. “Be back for dinner,” your mom muttered around the half-burnt cigarette between her lips. Grabbing her gaudy purse and empty beer can from the dash, she used her hip to close the door, and went inside to pass out on the couch for the rest of the day.

“Whaddya get?”

“Hm?” Eddie blinked away his glare and separated himself from you, putting a significant distance between you. “Oh, ho! You have spotted my newest acquisition. Delivered by boat just this morn’.”

You pulled a grimace. “Talk normal, please.” Smirking, he flipped the cover of the cassette towards you. “Shit!” You covered your mouth. “Oops..” After a thought, you shook your head and relaxed your shoulders, knowing your mom couldn’t hear you out here. Still, you kept your voice down out of instinct. “Are you fucking serious? I’ve wanted to listen to this concert for so long; I can’t believe you just– Wait.. You don’t even like Pink Floyd that much. You said they’re too ‘soft.’”

“Yeah, but you like them.”

“But it’s your birthday.”

“Who cares?”

“Was it expensive?”

Again, he said, “Who cares?”

You scanned the rundown trailer park. “Uh, we do?”

Fluttering his fingers about, he waved off your incessant questioning. “What’s with the third degree? Are we listening to it, or not?”

“Duh,” you scoffed. You headed for his room, assuming you would play it on his tape deck, but of course, he had something else up his torn sleeve. You almost ran face-first into his outstretched arms stopping you from taking another step. “What now?”

“Wait out back in our spot. I have another surprise.. And you wouldn’t happen to have two double AA batteries, would you?”

~~~

After several minutes, and many, many, uses of the Lord’s name in vain later, Eddie found what he was looking for in his messy closet and bolted outside to meet you. He waded through an endless sea of wispy dry weeds parting the horizon from the deteriorating trailers to the edge of the woods where the top of your head poked above the grass. You gave him time to settle in next to you before you were laying down on the slope of the withered ditch littered with remnants of previous misadventures.

“Look,” he said. You opened your eyes to mostly a view of his ratty jacket overtop his Judas Priest tee. He flaunted the box over your face. “A gift from my old man. He thought I turned thirteen in June.”

You gave him a look. “A gift, huh?”

He opened the blue and silver metal Sony Walkman by slicing down the middle of the hefty price sticker with a pocket knife and bounced his eyebrows. “He got it for me the day it came out while you were gone.” As if it weren’t obvious, he wiggled his five fingers.

“I got it, Eddie.”

Clearly having a disdain for the environment, he lobbed the styrofoam trash amongst the other trash partially petrified in the mud; cigarette stubs, crushed cans, the odd broken plastic item, a bent butter knife, an old lighter, a pile of burnt magazine pages; truly random things. He placed the batteries in the Walkman, put in the tape, and scrolled the volume wheel all the way up.

Faint music played from the tiny earmuffs. He laid next to you, and without discussing it, he flipped the headphones upside down and you both rolled onto your sides, cupping one side each around your ears. Leaning your heads together to listen to the beginning chords of Pink Floyd’s Sheep.

In the early golden sunset, Eddie asked amongst the calm, “How was gymnastics camp? Learn any new tricks?”

“I landed a handspring front layout into a double twist.”

“I have no idea what that means, but I’m gathering it’s impressive,” he said, brimming with a toothy grin to match your own.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty good.”

“Will I be getting an invite to the Olympics?”

You rolled your eyes in a playful way; however, he perceived the flicker of resentment lurking in the background, and it was impossible to ignore how quickly your smile faded considering how close your lips were to his. “Like hell they’d come to some place like Indiana, much less Hawkins, to scout talent. They go to big meets in big cities. Doesn’t matter anyway, you know they don’t bother with people like us who can’t afford to keep the lights on at the start of the month, or whose water pipes smell like rotten eggs on the regular.” Not exactly a funny statement, but he snorted at the accuracy. With a defeated sigh, you turned onto your back and folded your arms across your chest. The hem of your tattered shirt slid against your leotard, revealing the shimmery fabric under the fading sky. “Besides, they want girls younger than me, better than me.”

“Damn. And I thought I was supposed to be the pessimistic one.”

“You’re right.” You gave him an apologetic look. “I’ll join the circus instead. Anyway, how was your summer?”

“Boring. We put together a song or three,” he said about his band. “Third one isn’t anything worth bragging about. It’s still in the jamming stage. Another session and it’ll be shaped into something presentable, maybe.”

“Nice, can’t wait to hear it.”

You bumped fists and resumed focusing on the concert playing in a suboptimal manner, of which neither of you could fully enjoy. It would’ve been easier to stay inside and play it over the stereo, singing along to the lyrics while you sat on his bed, and he on the floor. But inside meant being reachable by phone. Inside meant parental intervention. Inside meant being controlled.

Outside sucked, too. There were bugs, the grass was itchy, and a chill was creeping in. But no one could find you out here. This sanctuary belonged to you and Eddie. No one else.

In this substantial field, there was only space for you and him. Just you and him. Like always.

Coming to life at the end of a song, you jabbed his hand holding the Walkman. “Rewind it. Play Wish You Were Here again.”

“Jesus, corpses have warmer hands than you,” he hissed, obeying your request and hitting the rewind and play buttons. Then, he sat up and shrugged his jacket off, being gentle where he pulled at the cuffs due to the holes he’d worn in them. He dropped it on top of you. You opened your mouth, ready to refuse, and he shook his head. “You can keep it.” Keep it. Wear it often. Occupy yourself by snuggling into his warmth, because even in the pitch black night, he swore the stars would rat out his burning cheeks.

The Walkman clicked. The tape stopped whirring, at its end.

Holding shy eye contact in the sliver of moonlight, he laid back down.

Play it again.

Click.

Play it again.

Click.

Play it again.

The recording wasn’t a high grade one. It had static interference, there were loud thuds that scared the both of you the first time they happened, but.. This is where you wanted to be. Where he wanted to be. Propped cheek to fist, idly shoveling dirt with your fingers until your eyelids drifted closed. Obligations, anxieties, fears did not exist in the comfort of one another’s presence.

Click.

You interrupted the sleepy cricket’s song, “I guess it’s time for me to go home.”

“Doesn’t have to be,” he whispered.

“She’s easier to deal with when I’m only two hours late,” you said, standing up, putting on his jacket. “Wanna come over for dinner?” Your sarcasm could be detected for miles.

“I have a box of stale cereal with my name on it, but thank you for the gracious invitation, oh Benevolent One.”

He performed a waist-deep bow. You curtsied.

Giggling, you walked away and promised you’d see each other tomorrow. “Bright and early, Munson! Maybe even before noon this time.”

“Ab-so-lutely not!” he yelled back, biting his lip to rid himself of the widest smile he’d had all summer. How could he not smile when you were back?

In fact, he couldn’t imagine a world in which he wouldn’t smile this big when you were next to him.

~~~

Daring to open the creaky front door, you knew not to expect the savory waft of cooked food, but the sting of alcohol in your nose was stronger than usual. More powerful than the usual rank mildewy smell of dust-covered garbage. The TV was blaring. Your mom was slouched into the corner of the couch; an opened six pack beside her and a bottle of spirits tilted in her hand. Her glazed over eyes were watching the news, though you suspected she was taking none of it in.

Your senses were on high alert. If you were quiet, meek like a mouse, you may be able to–

“Uh-uh.” Your body responded to her voice on instinct, closing the refrigerator. “No dinner. Not until your sets of fifty.” She snapped repeatedly and pointed at the middle of the floor where normal families had a coffee table. “Crunches, sit-ups, push-ups, whatever else Coach said. You looked sloppy next to that Level 10 girl, and it won’t happen again. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And take off that jacket. It smells like pot. People will get the wrong idea about you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

——1985——

As if your heart wasn’t in your throat already, your stomach churned and sank the moment you saw the Forest Hills Trailer Park sign.

Broken out in cold sweat. Wet palms struggling to turn the thin steering wheel towards the set of two trailers across from each other at the end of the lot. Shaking to the brink of exhaustion. You ran on black coffee and the pure adrenaline of almost hitting enough deer, it made you think twice about crying when Bambi’s mother died.

The car engine purred as you sat there thinking about why you were here again. Not a nice purr of a kitten, more like a sickly lion locked a zoo that needed to be put down a year ago.

Sucking in a breath, you decided to get it over with. You grabbed the white envelope in the passenger’s seat and stepped out into the sun, squinting. The stairs to the front door were concrete. An upgrade from the weathered wood they used to be. The screen door was missing–ripped off its hinges, so you knocked on the main one; it sounded hollow and metallic. Nostalgic in a way.

The knob turned.

“Oh, God,” you exhaled at the peephole.

When the door was replaced by someone other than the person you were expecting, you assumed your face painted in dread did wonders to alleviate his equally confused expression.

“Boy, I haven’t seen you in a long time, Girlie.”

“Mr. Munson!” You brightened upon seeing Eddie’s uncle. Relieved, actually. “How have you been?”

His grayed mustache lifted at the corners, showing off his teeth in a rather innocent way despite his gruff exterior. “Could be better, could be worse.” There was a deep grog to his voice, having just been disturbed from sleeping off his night shift at the plant. “You lookin’ for Eddie?”

“Yeah, is he here?”

He rocked his head back and forth as any guardian would when speaking about their miscreant nephew with a twinkle in their eye. “He should be in summer school right now, which is to say, he’s probably out getting into trouble. At the Hideaway, maybe? Or getting high with one of his friends, but don’t ask me where.” He sucked his teeth and crossed his arms.

“School?” you lead, an airy warble of optimism present in your voice.

Sighing, he delivered you the bad news upfront and honestly. “High school. He failed senior year.. again.”

Any hope he meant something different died. “Ah,” you said. “Well, uh.. Could you give this to him in case I don’t run into him?” You handed him the white envelope you spent far too long writing Eddie’s name on.

“Sure can.”

“Thank you.”

“It was good seeing you, again.. If you do run into him, I.. Well.” He paused to organize his thoughts. “Now, I don’t know what happened between you kids, but I hope you do find him.”

Taking his parting words as rather ominous, you nodded and hopped back in your Ford Pinto, beginning your search for Eddie.

[itsscromp]

Home, a place where I can go

To celebrate the reboot of my blog. I have decided to give you all the fluffiest of fluff by the best dad in gaming history. This spin-off idea (which I will call what if's) is courtesy of me and @callofdudes y'all are gonna love it !! What if Simon ran away from home and Price ended up adopting him and years later a young y/n too ?? Warnings: Mentions of abuse and potential inaccuracies (Please let me know if there are any) Word count:4.6K

Simon Riley 'Age 10' has had a hard life, He hated coming home to the endless cycle of abuse from his father, and after the latest incident, he's had enough. Forming a plan two weeks ago to leave, he began to act on it, when he came back from school, he rushed upstairs and grabbed his backpack with his clothes and such. But when he returned downstairs, look who was there to greet him...

"And where the fuck do you think your going mate !!??" Simon could smell the alcohol in his breath. "Leaving..." He said quietly.

"You wouldn't even survive 5 hours on the streets..." He then slowly walked over, If Simon didn't leave soon, he knew what would happen next, So without hesitation he bolted for the door, dodging his dad's arms and heading outside, running as fast as he could. "I'll find you soon Simon!!!!" His dad yelled. But Simon didn't care, he was now free... he was free.

He ran until he couldn't no more, crashing under a nearby bridge, it was cold but it was shaded, away from the rain. He sighed out in relief at the fact he was out and away... from him. He pulled his blanket out from his backpack and wrapped it around him to keep himself safe and warm.

The following afternoon, Simon stayed right under the bridge but he only had a jam sandwich and a couple of snacks on him, he knew that alone wasn't going to last. He watched all the cars drive by from above, making a game for himself to count the cars with the same colours. But then... He noticed one car stopping nearby. His instincts kicking back in... The car looked like his dad's car, So he quickly packed his blanket in his backpack as fast as he could before he could have the chance.

"Woah woah woah... It's ok..." But the person that got out of the car wasn't his dad... it was a young man... In a bright polo shirt. "It's ok... I'm not here to hurt you"

Simon opened his mouth, wanting to scream at him, tell him he was not going with him, not going back to him. But he remained quiet, almost utterly frozen in fear. The young man slowly moved forward with almost a kind smile.

"My name is A/n, I'm from the *adoption agency name* It's ok..." He made it to Simon, showing he wasn't a threat. But the instincts were still on fire inside Simon. No one could be trusted at this point. "Please... it's too cold and dangerous to be out here for someone your age." He offered his hand to Simon.

Simon hesitated greatly, He didn't want to go anywhere, the what-ifs clouded his mind as to think this could be a trap. But a part of his mind was screaming safety very softly, He was right. It was very cold, He didn't have any food and he'd be in danger the longer he stayed out. So slowly and hesitantly, he took A/n's hand. To which he smiled and slowly went back to the car with him, Nice and warm as Simon hopped in.

They soon arrived at the agency where A/n showed him a spare room. "Are you hungry ??" He asked Simon, to which the loud growling of his stomach gave the answer away. "I'll be right back ok ??" He smiled and went to find him some food.

Simon sat down on the bed, soft and comfortable. But his guard was still up, again what if this was a trap. He wasn't used to this amount of kindness before. A/n soon came back with a plate of fresh hot food and handed it to Simon. He ate the food as A/n sat down next to him. "Can you tell me your name ??" He asked. But Simon froze... If he told him, would he know who he is ?? He sat there for a little while trying to fight his own thoughts in his head. "It's ok... take your time" A/n gently reassured him. After a bit he finally and quietly said. "Simon"

3.5 months later

While there, Simon was still a little quiet, but he opened up a small bit, telling A/n he doesn't want to go back home, and how he's scared to go back home, telling him about some of the stuff his dad does... to him. Which immediately concerned him, So he reassured him that he would find a safe space for him when the time came... and it may have arrived.

John Price always dreamed of being a dad, To show one child all the love and affection he had in him. But military life had been straining that dream tight, So he decided to act on that dream now rather than wait, he went to multiple adoption agencies nearby, But the suitable matches weren't going anywhere in London. So he broadened his expansion to Manchester.

A/n was busy filling out some paperwork when he saw Price walk in. "Oh hello sir, How can I help you ??" He smiled at him. "Hi, I was looking into adopting if that's ok ??" He asked him.

"Oh that's wonderful, Come, have a seat" He and Price began the formal interview, Price really didn't want to get his hopes up during the whole thing. But then... "I do think we may have a child who would love your company" He smiled and passed him a file. Price opened it to reveal the file of a child named Simon Riley, As he read it, He couldn't help but feel very sad. This poor kiddo, he just wanted to wrap him in the softest blanket and make him a nice hot cocoa. "Would you like to meet him ??" A/n offered, to which Price nodded. "Of course"

The two then went to his room and A/n knocked on his door. "Simon, may I come in ??" He asked.

"Yes..." He answered.

"Just wait out here" A/n whispered to price as he entered the room. "Hey... How are you feeling ??"

"Ok" He answered bluntly.

"Simon... There's someone I'd like you to meet, He is really interested in adopting you, Isn't that exciting ??" He smiled, but Simon froze up. The fear returned to him. "N...No..." He grew scared.

"Simon, I promise I'll still be here, I'll be in the room ok ??" He gently reassured him. After a bit of convincing. Simon agreed to let Price meet him. "You can come in now" He opened the door a bit and walked back in, Price entered the room saw Simon and smiled. "Hey kiddo" He greeted. "Hi..." Simon said, not making eye contact with price. Price gently walked over and sat next to him, seeing the comic book in Simon's hand. "Bit of a batman fan are we ??" He inspected the cover, Simon nodding. He loved batman with his life.

It was a little quiet before Simon started to make very small talk, It was going smoothly for a little while but Price could see he was still very hesitant. So he asked A/n to meet him outside for a little bit. "I understand if he's a little quiet..." A/n tried to say.

"No, it's not that... Would it be ok if we just did a trial weekend ?? Help him warm up a little bit." He asked him. "Oh... yes yes, of course, Let me run it with him ok ??' He asked and Price nodded. Entering back in the room, A/n sat next to him. "Simon, Could I ask you something ??' He asked, Simon looked at him briefly and nodded slowly. "Mr price really would love to get to know you, He's asked if it's ok with you, Would you like to stay a weekend with him ??"

Simon's eyes went slightly wide, New fears ran all over his head, what if it could happen all over again... No, don't be so stupid, they wouldn't be that stupid... Would they ?? "I understand it sounds very scary, But we promise, just one weekend, If you didn't like it in the end that's ok too"

Simon thought about it for a little while, It was just one weekend and that was it. So... He decided to give it a go. After packing for a weekend, Simon followed Price back to his car and hopped in, beginning the drive. "You comfortable back there kiddo ?? It's gonna be a bit of a drive" Price looked back as Simon nodded to him. Soon beginning the drive to London.

Simon remained quiet for the entirety of the drive, Looking out the window and seeing things roll past him. Price sometimes looked back in the rearview mirror, seeing him. Hopefully, he does a good job. Soon arriving back in London, They made it back to Price's house, The two getting the much-needed stretches in. "Always a good feeling hey ??" Price smiled at him. Simon remained quiet and nodded, Following price to the door as he unlocked it.

He invited Simon inside, Slowly walking in, the first thing he saw was family photos on the wall. It made him feel slightly ill looking at them, Why couldn't he have that ?? He then spotted a TV in the living room and an arrangement of DVDs on a bookshelf. Looking through them, He noticed there were a lot of different types of movies, Back with... him, it was always very violent and scary movies. But with Price, he had a whole different taste. "Come, I'll show you your room." He smiled, leading Simon to the spare bedroom A nice big bed with freshly made sheets. "You look tired, Do you need to rest ??' Price asked. Simon yawned and nodded. "Ok, I'll be downstairs if you need me" Price smiled and gently closed the door.

Simon took off his shoes and crawled into the bed, Gently closing his eyes, Getting the needed rest after a very long drive. A couple hours later, he was awoken by... Some delicious smells. What could they be ??

He got up and crept down the stairs, Seeing Price cook dinner, It looked like... Lasagna... He could also hear Price hum to himself as he was singing something to the tune of the radio. As Price placed the lasagna in the oven, he noticed Simon and smiled, walking over gently. "Hey there kiddo, Sleep ok ??" Simon nodded at the question before saying "I did..."

Price smiled and gently brought his hand to Simon's head, Gently ruffling it. Simon couldn't help but twitch a smile briefly. No one has ever done this... The name of endearment, the physical affection, it was all new to him. "You wanna watch a movie ??" Price offered, Simon slowly nodded and followed Price to the living room. He sat down on the couch and kicked his legs slightly as Price went to the DVD cabinet and picked out a couple of movies, Going back to Simon, he showed him what there was on offer.

Chicken run... prince of Egypt... ... a bug's life... Simon stared at the cases for a little while before ultimately handing 2 back to Price and chose Chicken Run. "That one ??" He nodded. Price smiled, placed the DVDs back, popped the current movie into the player and started the movie, sitting next to Simon. He was intrigued by the premise of the movie, eyes glued to the screen. Price smiled as he saw him watching the movie, Inviting him to snuggle closer... Simon saw it and stared at him for a little bit before looking back at the screen. Maybe not just yet.

Price heard the bell of the oven ding and went over to serve the plates. Coming back to Simon with some cutlery and a tea towel, he offered him the fresh hot plate. "Careful now, It's still a little hot" Price warned Simon. "Thank you..."

Simon stared at his plate for a little bit, It looked... really delicious. "I make a killer lasagna" Price said to him proudly with a wink. Simon soon took the cutlery, cutting into it and taking a bite after blowing on it... Oh... It was... So delicious !!! Price smiled as he saw Simon happily eat his food. Once finished, Simon was a happy fed boy. But then... Another thing he was never asked back then... "Would you like some ice cream ??" He was never allowed to have ice cream after dinner. It was very strange, But he ended up saying... "Yes please"

Price nodded and got up, taking the empty plates with him and soon grabbing two bowls and a spoon, Taking the tub of ice cream out of the freezer, he scooped some up and placed them into the bowls. Handing it back to Simon. "There we go" he smiled as he sat back down.

Simon slowly ate as the movie continued, He felt... Like he was seen, He was being helped... He couldn't control his wobbly lip and the tears in his eyes as he snuggled up to price. This man made him feel... safe. Price noticed and smiled wide, wrapping an arm around Simon as the movie continued. Once it was finished, Price looked at him. "Did you enjoy that kiddo ??" He rubbed his arm gently.

"I... I did... Thank you, Mr Price" he said, snuggling impossibly closer to him. Price smiled and then soon, mischief took over him. Creeping his other arm around him, he then began... The tickle attack !!!, Simon gasped before launching into an array of giggles. Trapped in the clutches of Price's ticklish fingers "My my kiddo, So ticklish you are" He chuckled as he continued to tickle Simon's sides.

In that moment... Simon was home... He felt at home...

4 years later.

Simon *now age 14* has been living with Price for 4 years and their bond became unbreakable. He saw Price as a father figure, and even started calling him dad. Price loved Simon with everything within him. But he had a spare room in the house and more room in his heart for one more.

"Simon, can I talk to you about something ??" He sat down on the couch, inviting Simon.

"Hey Dad, What's up ??" Simon sat down next to him.

"How would you feel... If we opened up our home for one more ??" He smiled softly.

Simon sat there thinking about it, The thought of having... a sibling... That's nerve-wracking for a multitude of reasons... But like Price, he had room in his heart for one more as well. So with that, he agreed.

Price then decided to keep it close to home this time as he then went to the adoption agency in London again. But when he walked into the door, he saw a familiar face. "A/n ??"

A/n looked up and saw him, smiling "John, What a surprise"

Price smiled "What bring's you to London ??"

"Oh, they transferred me to the London Centre, It's been pretty fun. How is Simon doing anyway ??"

"Simon is doing good, He's really settled and I know he's happy." Price smiled wide, His kiddo was everything.

"Oh, that is absolutely amazing to hear"

"It is, I'm really proud of him"

"I'm glad he's doing nicely, So what can I do for you ??" He smiled, inviting price to sit.

"I had a talk with Simon and he's comfortable enough that I think another amazing addition to our house would make us all happy"

A/n nodded, smiling. "Oh wonderful, Ok let's get started then"

So once again the formal interview happened to match Price with a child. And then, they found one. A/n, passed a file to price.

"Y/n l/n" *age 12* Price opened the file and read through it.

"Poor child, Their mother kicked them out of the house and they had no family to go to... We found them on the streets and they've been mostly quiet"

Almost how Simon was found... "Can I talk to them ???" He asked. "Of course"

So they got up and walked to your room, A/n knocking on the door. "Y/n ??, I have someone I'd like you to meet"

"Come in..." You said hesitantly as the door opened.

"Y/n, this is John Price. He wants to meet and talk with you for a bit if that's ok ??"

You looked at him briefly and at Price who greeted you with a kind smile and nodded to you. You slowly nodded, indicating yes. "I'll leave you two be" A/n stepped outside as Price entered the room. "Hey y/n, can I sit ??"

You scooched over slowly, Indicating his invitation to do so. He sat down next to you, But not enough to intrude on your space. Seeing a book in your hand. "You like to read ??"

"Sometimes... depends on what it is" You answered him.

"Do you have a favourite genre ???"

"I like... sci-fi and thrillers"

"Nice, I'm a thriller kinda guy, but sci-fi gets thrown in there too" He smiled

"Oh yeah ??"

"Yeah. Have you ever read Sherlock Holmes?? It's one of my favourite book series"

You sat there thinking for a bit. "Hmmm no, I don't think I have"

"Maybe you'd like it. I think it's pretty good, but maybe you wouldn't that's ok too" He smiled.

You and Price continued to get to know each other for the next hour, You slowly began to open up a fair bit, telling Price about your hobbies and interests, even pulling out your figurine from your backpack. "This is Jason Todd, or red hood, He's from the Batman universe." You showed him.

"Oh wow, that's really cool... Y/n, I have a son back at home, His name is Simon and he is similar to you. If you were to meet him and see if you two got along, would you like that ??"

"I guess so..." You went quiet again... The whole situation was a tad bit daunting. You knew he meant well.

He could see the look on your face... He didn't want to force you into anything "What if I stop by later today or tomorrow so you two can spend some time together, Don't feel too pressured, only if you'd be comfortable."

You nodded gently "Ok..."

"It was lovely to meet you Y/n" He smiled and got up, Heading back home, Simone heard him enter the doorway "How did it go ??" Simone asked, Looking up from the tv.

"It went well, I met a kid named y/n, Would it be ok if I brought you over to meet them, I'd think you too would get along" He smiled softly.

"Yeah..." Simon was a little nervous, would you like him ??, Would they be freaked out by the mask ?? *Simon wears a skull surgical mask* He was very hesitant... But... he believed he was ready to be a sibling again.

Heading back to the centre with Simon in tow, A/n guided them to your room and knocked on the door. "Come in..." You said, Price entered the room first before Simon. "Hey again y/n, I brought my son Simon with me" He smiled. Simon stood behind him, quietly staring at you for a bit before waving a little.

"Hi..." You waved back.

He was a bit hesitant, Seeing if you were ok with his presence at first, But you didn't seem hesitant... so that's a good start. So Price gently turned to Simon, Softly smiling and nodding in the direction, He came over to you and sat next to you.

"Hi"

"Hey" He greeted

"Cool mask"

"Thanks... Most people are kind of freaked out by it"

"Well... I think it's cool"

"Thanks... Dad tells me you like to read ??' He tries to start a conversation with you.

"Yeah." You then showed him the book you were reading. A book called Wonder.

Simon inspected it for a bit, Slowly relaxing and sort of sitting on the edge of the bed. "This looks good"

"It is, I'm liking it so far." Price saw a slight shift in your body language, in a more positve note,

"What's your favourite ??' You asked.

"I'm into horror" He answered.

"Oh yeah ?? What's your favourite ???"

"I like Stephen King, I got to read the shining a couple months ago too"

"Nice, I've always wanted to read Carrie, that looks cool"

"I think I remember liking that one"

Price remained silent, soon slipping away outside to give you two the space you wanted, the atmosphere settled down, and it was comfortable. The two were engaging in a full conversation like you had with Price. It was nice, Simon could see why Price liked you, You were kind, and he didn't think he'd mind you becoming a part of the family, Soon price came back inside.

"How are you kiddo's going ??" He smiled

"Doing good" Y/n answered.

Simon nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we're doing good"

"That's great, I'm glad you two are getting along"

"Simon is really cool" You smiled softly.

Simon smiled as well under the mask. "Y/n is nice and cool as well"

This in turn makes Price smile. "Yeah ??" He then turned to you "Y/n, I know it's a lot all at once, but... If you two talked it out, would you want to come home with us ??"

"Oh..." You went quiet, Simon noticed this too.

"That's ok, It doesn't have to be right away. There's no pressure, I promise"

"Could you give us a minute ??" You asked price, To which he agreed and stepped out and nodded, Simon could see your hesitancy. "You guys are cool... But I don't know..."

Simon gently shifted and scooted over. "I know it's a huge step. But believe me, I was in the same position as you. I was... terrified of going home with John before, But he's really kind and he's given me everything i need and more, I know he wouldn't hesitate to do the same for you."

You continued to think about it... But the thoughts of your mom came back to you... the yelling, the stuff being thrown... You couldn't help but think that if you went back with them... It would happen all over again... "I... I can't... I'm too scared... Of it happening all over again, My mom... She used to do many things... Made me very scared... And I'm scared that if I go with you guys it'll happen all over again." You admitted. "I can't help but think... It'll happen all over again." You looked down at the floor, sad.

Simon hesitated for a bit until he gently placed his hand on your shoulder, softly squeezing it. "Y/n..." He hesitated for a bit, it was still too painful to talk about. "I understand that, I know what that's like, I'll say that much. I've lived with him for 4 years and haven't once thought I wasn't loved, With all the stuff I went through and the damage he had to repair... He just wants to love you and give you what you deserve and need, That's why he's here" He squeezed your shoulder again. "I know, I know how you feel. I was just as scared about that. But he's given me more love than I thought possible"

Listening to that, you started to have a change of heart. Maybe... Simon was right, Maybe Price really wanted to help you. "Ok... I'll give it a chance" You nodded, turning to Simon.

He smiled a little under his mask.

Price then came back inside after a bit. "Have you given it a bit of thought y/n ??"

You nodded. "I'll give you a chance"

With that, Price smiled wide and nodded. Like Simon, you were given a weekend with the two. So you packed your bag, and before you knew it, you were in the car with them heading to their home... Possibly your home too.

You arrive at their house soon after. "Woah..." It was a relatively big house.

"Welcome home" Price smiled, Opening the door for you.

"Thank you" You smiled softly and entered, It was nice and cozy.

"Come on, I'll show you your room" Simon said to you and guided you upstairs, Placing your bag down as you sat down on the bed. "It's nice and comfy hey ??" He smiled softly at you. "Yeah, Where's your room ??"

"This used to be mine, But dad let me use the basement as my room" He said.

Speaking of Price. "The room nice and cozy ??' He asked you.

"It is, Thank you" You nodded.

"I'll get dinner started shortly, you two keep each other company eh ??"

Simon turned to you "Come on, I'll set up my XBOX in the living room" He rushed downstairs, You hightailing. XBOX ?? You liked XBOX.

He then set everything up, sitting down and passing you a controller. "I got halo 2 or sonic heroes" He said to you, showing you the cases. You looked at them for a little bit. Interesting choices, In the end, You ended up with halo 2.

Simon placed the disk in and the game started, soon the two of you were having fun, Price could see you start to warm up more to Simon. It was like the two of you were Immediately best friends. He soon eventually came over to you two. "Dinner will be ready soon kiddos" He smiled, gently squeezing Simon's shoulder and ruffling your hair, to which you giggled. "Hey" You fixed it up. It was the first time Price heard you laugh.

"I think it looks better this way" He smirked, ruffling it again. "Stop" You giggled again.... and soon he slipped his hands under your shoulders, Get em Simon" He smiled. Simon get's your waist and the two start tickling you, Launching you into further giggles and laughs

"Gotcha kiddo" Price chuckled, tickling you harder, making you squeak out your laughs.

"Your just as ticklish as Simon" He smirked as he continued. "So so ticklish you are"

"Stohohoho....Stohohoho..." You said in between laughs.

"They almost had it Dad" Simon looked up at him.

"They did, So close y/n, try again" He smirked.

Happy tears started to emerge from your eyes as you finally got out. "STOHOHOHOHOHOHP"

"There it is" They finally let you go. You smiled, curling in on yourself. Price ruffling your head again. Soon the oven dinged, and dinner was ready. Simon bolted to the kitchen as dinner was being served. You weren't too far. He served you... His iconic lasagna. "This looks delicious" You said as he sat down.

"Eat away kiddo" He smiled as you all started to eat, Like Simon, this was the best thing you ever had. It was just so delicious. You didn't even realise you burped once you finished. "Sorry..." You apologised, but then Simon did you one better and let out a louder, longer burp. "Excuse me dad" Which made you giggle. Price chuckled softly and turned to you. "It's ok."

Once dinner was done, You and Simon went back to your halo match as the bond between you two grew... And then, you made your decision...

"Mr price, can I talk to you."

"Of course kiddo what's up ??" He smiled softly at you.

You turned to Simon and back to him before looking at your hands shyly, Trying to come up with the words. "It's ok take your time." He reassured before Simon saw you and walked to the entrance of the kitchen.

With a deep breath... "I... I want to stay with you guys... Not for one weekend."

You wanted to be adopted into their family, Your family. Price smiled so wide and soon pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Simon didn't hesitate and rushed over to you. Hugging you tightly. Making you giggle, You were home...

You were home.

A/N: A great way to start the new blog by breaking my own word count record :D

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[doyawalker]

Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind #1

the intro

Jungkook x fem!reader

college!AU; ex-boyfriendish!AU

contains smut, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of not eating, swearing, heartbreak

chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

Two years ago, Jungkook charmed you into loving him and wanting to spend your whole life with him. And when he suddenly ghosted you, your world broke into a million pieces and you swore to yourself to never trust him again. But when you suddenly meet him again as you start your master's degree, he is very keen on proving to you that he made a mistake back then and that he wants you back. Badly. But how can you be sure that he is telling the truth?

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I Can’t Quit You.

The ringing of your phone interrupted the music playing in your car, making your heart skip a beat. You waited for this. Your eyes darted over the steering wheel to check the time on the display behind it. 12:41 AM. He was fast this time. 

You were on your way home from a spontaneous meet-up with some college friends and he had been there too. You had seen the way his eyes had lingered on your white skirt and your bare legs and it had given you just enough satisfaction that you were willing enough to accept this call. 

Clearing your throat, you grabbed your phone from the center console of your car, putting it on speaker. 

“Hi.”

“Hi, beautiful.” 

His voice was slick and deep as always. You didn’t want to but you couldn’t suppress the faint smile creeping on your face upon hearing his words.

“What do you want?” 

You tried to sound composed. Of course, you already knew what he wanted. It was the only reason he ever called you. 

“Where are you now?” 

“I just passed the Treehouse.” 

“Great. Turn around. Let’s meet there in 10.” 

There was a beat of silence. A mixture of feelings started rumbling in your stomach, your head telling you to play it cool and to say no, but your heart was absolutely unable to. You wanted to see him too after all. Just not for the same reason as him.

A sigh escaped your lips.

“Okay.”

Turning the car around, he didn’t even take the time to respond to anything and just ended the call, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The well-known feeling of regret mixed with excitement washed over you and you immediately started to doubt yourself. 

Why am I doing this? 

Maneuvering the car on the badly kept road that leads up to your usual meeting point, the usual stunning view revealed itself in front of you. The Treehouse was the name you and your friends had given the viewpoint up on a hill, that gave away the look upon your city, which was glowing brightly at this hour. On the left, there was an impressive forest, where people had built treehouses many years ago, which mostly were abandoned by now. Hence the name. 

Your heart was aching at the painfully familiar sight, as you turned off your car, leaning back into your seat. Your eyes wandered over the lit-up city skyline.

How many times have you been up here during the past six or seven months? You couldn’t remember. Too often, probably. Too often at night. In secret. 

Taking a deep breath in, you caught the reflection of a pair of headlights approaching you in your rear mirror. 

The bad feeling in your gut intensified, as you waited for him to come to a stop beside you. 

Turning your head to the side, you were immediately caught in his eye contact and you hated yourself for smiling unconsciously. 

He looked great. His dark hair fell in his face in faint curls, a mischievous look in his eyes, his sharp jawline. He winked at you and you rolled your eyes.

Not even ten minutes later you were bent over the hood of his black BMW, the warm June air whirling up your hair, as his fingers dug deep into the skin of your hips to pull you closer and closer against him. Your skirt was pushed upwards to your stomach, your panties lazily pushed to the sides to give him entrance. Your almost silent moans accompanied the sound of his skin hitting yours rhythmically, as he slowly but surely fucked all doubts out of your mind. Losing yourself in the moment, you let yourself fall and enjoy the one thing he never messed up with you. The sex.

“Fuck.”

You heard him grunt behind you, his movements becoming sloppier and you knew he was close. And while he didn’t give a single fuck about your orgasm, you began to moan a little louder and moved your hips against him a little harder. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” 

You didn’t respond, trying to remember the way he felt so deep inside you. You knew you would miss it as soon as he was gone again. 

Pulling out quickly, you felt his hot release hit your bare back below your top, his heavy breaths slowly calming down. 

And the horrible feeling from before crashed back down onto you, with an intensity that almost knocked the air out of your lungs. 

The silence made you feel embarrassed, as you realized how vulnerable you looked, making you quickly push down your skirt, walking around his car to grab a tissue from your bag. 

Guilt crept up inside of you, alongside with the very uncomfortable feeling of being used. It was always like that. But somehow it was getting worse and worse every time. 

Cleaning yourself up, your eyes met his again, a grin plastered all over his face. 

“You look hot with your cum on me. Why don’t you keep it there?”

You huffed but didn’t really dare to counter something against him.

Carelessly stuffing the dirty tissue into your bag, you saw him walking over to you. 

Leaning against the door of his car, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, the muscles of his arms stretching the fabric of his shirt. 

“And? How’s it going with you?”

Aha. There was small talk. The 10 minutes of talking after you were done so he wouldn’t get a bad conscience for leaving you there on the spot.

“I’m okay. Uni’s stressful. What about you?”

You stepped back until your back hit the side of your own car, mirroring his position. 

The distance felt weird. It was almost awkward, given the fact that he was buried inside of you just minutes ago.

“Why stressful? You’ve got exams already?” 

“No, but I got presentations coming up and stuff.”, you said, shrugging your shoulders, letting your eyes fall back onto the city lights. His eyes followed your sight. 

“Yeah, me too. I’m working on this project with a few friends and it’s not going too well.” 

He grinned smugly, putting his hands in the pockets of his loose sweats. 

He continued talking about things that didn’t really concern you but you were just content with listening to him. Just happy that he was there, spending time with you. It helped to soothe the bad feeling in your stomach because it made it seem that somewhere inside him there was a part that truly cared about you and was not only here because of the sex. But how could you be sure after all?

“You wanna play some Uno?”, he proposed after a while, pointing to the inside of his car. 

You couldn’t stop your face from lighting up at his suggestion, as you nodded enthusiastically. 

“But don’t be mad if I beat you.”, he grinned, as you both sat down into the leather seats, the Uno cards still stacked on his dashboard from the last time you two had played. 

You grabbed them and started to shuffle.

“As if I would let you win.”, you said, smiling widely. 

These were the moments where hope flamed up inside you. Because as you played, the awkward air between you finally dissolved and you found yourself laughing loudly at his stupid jokes and his sinful swearing as he kept drawing shitty cards and ultimately losing against you. These were the moments that kept you with him, that made you want to be with him more, that made you wish that there was more between you two than what it was. But those were also the moments that had you up at night, crying yourself to sleep as you tried to recall the memories with him.

Because as you sat there in his car, beating him in Uno and forgetting about your worries for a moment, you had no idea that this would be the last time you would see him. 

I’ll call you. That was what he had said to you before driving off and leaving you behind in the night. You had sat back into your car, soaking up the view one more time, tears already dwelling up in the corners of your eyes. Because how could you be sure that he would call you again? It was always what plagued your mind after seeing him. When would you see him again? You missed him the second he was gone, but you never dared to reach out to him first. You surrendered to his mercy. 

And he didn’t call again. 

The first week was normal, sometimes he took longer to reach out. You tried to not pay it a lot of attention. The second week you got anxious, opening his chat to check if he was online, going through old messages to see where you may have messed up, trying to recall if you did something wrong sometime somewhere. Because of course, in your mind it couldn’t be his fault, it had to be yours. Week three, had you spiraling hard into self-doubt, heartbreak, and pure pain as you cried day to night, your heart aching to see him, talk to him, and be with him. You typed and deleted endless amounts of messages, tears blurring your sight as you read through old texts from him over and over again. And when one of your friends texted you that Jungkook was in a new relationship in week four, the world crumbled and fell around you. 

You knew Jungkook for quite some time as the two of you went to the same high and middle school and later on the same uni. But it wasn’t until your second year of uni that the two of you started talking for real. He immediately swept you off your feet at the birthday party of a friend, his almost offensive flirting having you giggling and laughing all night. You couldn’t deny how hot he had been getting, hitting the gym regularly, his hair growing out. And when shortly after the party he hit you up, asking you to meet up again and again, you couldn’t help but fall for him fast. Too fast.

Because he didn’t fall for you. 

And when that imbalance became obvious to him, the power play began. He started to become more distant sometimes, leaving you wondering what you did wrong. But then he was back to his old, caring self, always keeping you on your toes by switching between hot and cold. And you were so blinded by your love for him that you didn’t even see the way he played with you. You wanted him in your life badly, and every time he drew back from you, your heart wanted him more. He was a blessing and a curse for you, making you feel the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. In the beginning, you were confident about your feelings, even talking about scenarios where the two of you would end up in a relationship. But he always used to tense up in that conversation, giving you the old “I don’t know, I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship at the moment”-bullshit and you accepted that. And then he started to reach out to you less and less, and you lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling, missing him so much, it hurt physically. But he always came back again. Of course. He couldn’t leave you alone, enjoying the power he had over you way too much. The way you broke and bent for him, any way he wanted. You quickly learned that sex was one of the best ways to get his attention and when you were desperate for it, you started to send him naughty texts that slowly evolved into full-on nudes. 

Your mind was full of him. Everything revolved around him for you, you were completely addicted. Full-on blind to reality. 

And it took you a long time to realize how fucked up it all had been. After a few months of crying, not eating, isolating in your room, and falling apart to sad songs and the memories left of him, the pain finally subsided. It was like going through rehab, as you had to learn to live without him. And when the pain went away, the anger came and took its place. Your mind finally opened up to the ways he had manipulated you, pieces falling together to form the puzzle of his web of lies, his gaslighting techniques, his stupid excuses. 

You felt ashamed. Ashamed of yourself that someone could’ve used you like that, make use of you like that. And it took another few months until you finally started to forgive yourself for it. Healing from heartbreak always seemed like an impossible task to do while going through it. But as the sun finally started shining again, the air becoming warmer and June made its way around a year later, you noticed how far you’d come.

And while it still felt impossible to open up and trust someone new ever again, you knew that you were on the right path. 

Time went on and your bachelor’s degree flew by you, the ending far more enjoyable than the start. You cut off your old friends from before, who you knew still spent time with Jungkook. Not only were you unable to see him again, but you also found out that the girl Jungkook entered a relationship with shortly after ghosting you, had been your best friend at that time, who had been perfectly aware of how much you were suffering because of him.

Choosing mental peace over the sake of simply saying “I’ve known them for so long, how can I cut them off?”, you were able to make new connections and when it was finally time to apply for your master’s degree, you had evolved into a new you, feeling healed from all the trauma of the past. 

And you kept believing that until you were sitting in your first class of the new semester, ready to take on the new challenge of getting another degree, and your healing process was put to the test.

Because while you were expecting to see a few familiar faces from your bachelor’s courses, you really weren’t expecting him to walk through the open doors to the lecture hall. 

Not only because he had studied a different major during his bachelor’s, but most importantly because you couldn’t believe that out of all the available courses, out of all the universities he could have chosen from, out of all the masters he could have chosen from, he ended up in your class. 

And as you saw him for the first time after two and a half years, something deeply buried inside your chest started to come back to life. 

He looked even better than you had remembered him, his dark hair now even longer, falling over the nape of his neck in soft curls, his body frame even bigger and more muscular, the features of his face even more mature and sharp. 

And you couldn’t help but stare, as the reality of the situation slowly dawned on you. 

Jungkook was in your class. 

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[damagedintellect]

Trafalgar Law x reader

💌 Fake it till you make it: Chapter 13  💌  

Summary:  To avoid an arranged marriage set up by Doflamingo, Law needs to bring home a girlfriend during the Christmas break and you just so happen to be a theatre major in the same dorm at One Piece University. What could possibly go wrong?  

Tropes: College AU, Fake Dating, Idiots in love

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Sabo had been pacing back and forth going over the information he got from Ivankov like a crazy person. He's barely gotten any sleep over the past few days and Koala was starting to worry but continued to fill his mug with straight black coffee. He was unraveling Joker at the seams but he couldn’t use any of the information he had to arrest Doflamingo, yet. It was all technically still a hunch because he had no solid evidence. An extremely lucky guess on the true identity of “Joker” that would hold no weight in the court of law. He needed something, anything to tie up the loose ends to form a proper case. Law’s first disappearance, the engagement, Corazon’s shooting, (Y/N)’s threat, everything was suspicious and he had a feeling it wasn’t all a coincidence. He needed to catch him in the act and he knew just how to do it. 

Before everyone was preparing to leave for the wedding, he talked to Dragon about what he’s compiled. He had a bad feeling that something was going to happen at the wedding, to his friends and to his brother. Surprisingly Dragon didn’t try to stop him from going on this little stakeout. Although in turn he had to go alone. He had gotten there before anyone else to find the perfect spot to be inconspicuous and watched as both guests and family members arrived. 

That’s why he was sitting outside of the Charlotte family villa at this ungodly hour. He had been drifting in and out of sleep when he heard the faint sound of a car starting. That immediately caught his attention as he scrambled to wake up enough to investigate the sudden noise. He couldn’t see through the tinted windows and he didn’t want to give himself away by getting too close to the action. His best bet was to simply, not lose sight of the car without raising suspicion. When Doflamingo rolled up the day prior Sabo had the foresight to jot down his license plate and send them to Koala. They were fake. If he lost sight of this car now there would be little to no way to trance it back to Doflamingo. Sabo grit his teeth when they finally got to their destination. It was the chapel where the wedding was taking place.

He needed to get closer, he couldn't see shit from where he was. As soon as the vehicle was out of the line of sight Sabo made his move. By the time he had a good vantage point someone was already unloading the car. They were moving a rather large rug around the back of the chapel. The first thing glaringly obvious was that the man wasn’t Doflamingo. Their face was obscured with a hat and glasses but judging by the build and the overall look of the glasses Sabo would guess it was Vergo. Of all the Donquixote’s, Vergo was seemingly the only one to stay out of the public eye. There were only maybe a handful of events the man attended, so it begs the question, why was he moving a rug at this hour. Sabo didn’t have enough time to make it back to his car as the other vehicle headed back in the direction of the villa. He supposed this would be fine for now if anything he knew Sanji had an extra invite. He was going to get to the bottom of this.

—

Pudding had a hard time getting to sleep after her beach walk with Sanji. It was a big day after all but the tossing and turning wasn't doing her any good. If anything it was just knotting up her hair. She had slept for a few hours and she did plan on getting up early. She wondered if anyone was awake right now. If she had to guess, judging by the time on the clock she knew of one other person that would be getting up right about now. She put on some slippers and a robe and walked to (Y/N)’s room. She knocked lightly but when she heard no movement from the other side she decided to peek in. (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. Her bed looked like she had been here a moment ago but left for some reason. Each of the guest rooms had a bathroom attached so she couldn’t have gone wandering around for that. There was a half full bottle of water on the night stand as well so that's not it either. The only other place Pudding could think of was to check Law’s room but (Y/N) wouldn’t be that stupid would she? Not when Doflamingo was in close proximity. That would also be too tacky and make Pudding gag if that was the case but it was worth a shot. Although the room Law was staying in was on the other side of the manor for a reason. It was bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding. She frowned.

In the end Pudding decided it wasn’t worth it and tried to go back to bed but as the rest of the estate woke up with high spirits there was still no sign of her maid of honor. It was weird considering no one else batted an eye at the disappearance. When she questioned Monet and Baby 5 about it neither of them had a clue where (Y/N) could have gone or why she would have left. Monet only offered that maybe she couldn’t stand seeing her ex get married. She then left to handle the tasks that (Y/N) should have been taking care of, if she was still here. Contacting the florists, the stylists, caterers, and making sure everything was running smoothly. From the looks of it, Law’s sisters were managing it all just fine. Almost as if it was rehearsed. Pudding swallowed harshly, thinking about the possibility that this was a part of Doflamingo’s plan all along. Of course this would be the outcome now that she started viewing (Y/N) as a friend. Had this been a few weeks ago she would have scoffed and brushed it off but now that she cared, her level of concern was worrying. She had to let someone know.

—

When Law read the group message he nearly threw his phone across the room. (Y/N) had been missing in action. All of her stuff was left untouched in her guest room, which suggests she didn’t leave on her own account. She had to have been taken. Law raked his hands through his hair. This was all his fault. He was a fool for believing that Doflamingo would just let things run their course and now she was nowhere to be found. Law knows the kind of power the blonde has and it terrifies him. The incoming messages were scrolling too fast for his eyes to follow and his mind was going a mile a minute. He couldn’t even hear Shachi or Penguin trying to talk him down as they tried to reassure him that the strawhats had a plan. His spiraling accelerated as he thought about Corazon’s condition, so much so that he didn’t even hear Bepo’s apology before he felt the other’s hand connect with his cheek. Being backhanded finally snapped him out of his stupor as Bepo shook him violently, well violently for Bepo.

“It’s not over yet! If you give up now then Doffy wins!” 

Law sat dumbfounded as Bepo’s words sunk into his thick skull. He needed to get it together otherwise Doflamingo would get away with it. He still had a role to play in all of this and if anything he believed in Luffy. Not to mention, criminal investigation was Sabo’s field of interest. He needed to maintain an air that none of this was affecting him. Law couldn’t give Doflamingo the satisfaction no matter how much it hurt. He took a deep breath to steel his nerves. Law was determined to end this if not for his sake then for everyone else’s. If he were to fall here, he would at least take the old man with him. His eyes filled with a fiery determination as his groomsmen regained their confident smiles and handed him his discarded phone. They were nakama and they could do this together. He wasn’t alone anymore.

—

The moment Sanji was messaged he added Pudding to the group chat and when Luffy read the message, he called Sabo immediately. Naturally Sabo didn't tell anyone he was going undercover so when he picked up the call to a screaming Luffy, he tailed it as fast as he could to the Vinsmoke estate. It shocked everyone that Sabo was even in the area but they knew that the blonde had a knack for knowing when he was needed. 

"Let me get this straight, (Y/N) is missing?" Sabo repeated in disbelief thinking back to what he witnessed earlier that morning. "When did Pudding notice her disappearance? Did anyone get in contact with her after the rehearsal dinner?" He was trying to pinpoint a time frame to work with. 

"The last time any of us had contact was at the rehearsal dinner. Pudding found her room empty at around five-ish."

That means no one's seen her all night. Sabo had watched everyone arrive back at the villa but he doesn't recall anyone leaving other than that car. Which could only mean that it wasn’t a rug that "Vergo" was smuggling. At least that was his guess; the only way to confirm his suspicion was to scout out the chapel to find the rug in question but that still wouldn’t solve anything, unless.

"With luck she's probably being kept at the chapel. I saw a car transporting a rug there at around three-forty. That is unless she's still at the manor." Sabo sighed. The first 48 hours of a missing person case were the most crucial in finding the person. This complicates things with how they were going to dissolve the wedding at the same time. They’d have to split up into teams and hopefully not get caught. 

Sanji shook his head "Pudding said she had her older brother search the place. She said Katakuri wouldn't lie to her." At least they had a lead but still. The event would be crawling with people, sanctioned reporters and who knows what the security will be like. Sabo didn’t like this one bit, it was like he and Doflamingo were playing chess. They were already in check with Law being pinned down and (Y/N) being taken was like losing their queen but they weren’t down for the count yet. After all, any pawn can become a queen.

“So here’s the plan.”

—

Pudding and the girls were already getting their hair and make up done by the stylist when she stopped looking at her phone. She didn’t stay in the groupchat long enough to hear the full plan but she got the gist and she knew how to play her part. She’d just have to act natural and hope that things went smoothly on everyone else’s end. Pudding watched Monet and Baby 5 closely. She didn’t feel the need to observe Sugar as harshly since she seemed to constantly be in her own little world. That and she had the least amount of contact with Doflamingo all morning. Speaking of the toymaker, he was currently outside the room having a conversation with Big Mom. Pudding was getting her makeup done first, that way by the time the photographer arrived they could get some lovely "Final Moment" shots of her getting her hair done. Pudding thought it was all pointless but this wasn’t about her and after overhearing the conversation just outside the door, it never was. She was just a convenient pawn for her mother to utilize after Lola ran away. She sees that now. Pudding peered at the clock, there was only so much time left, she might as well enjoy the peace while it lasted.

It wasn’t long until the guests were allowed to arrive at the venue. Pudding had arranged for Katakuri to be the one to greet the Vinesmoke’s. While Sanji’s brothers, Nami, and Robin handled the pleasantries, Reiju and Zoro would be lookouts, Katakuri would help Sabo with the investigation and Luffy and Sanji were to act as decoys for their venture. Making sure that all eyes would be on Luffy wasn’t that hard. He often found himself at the center of most commotions. Luffy wanted to take Doflamingo head on but he seemed to be making his rounds in front of the media and Sanji wouldn’t allow it. The last thing they needed was for all of them to get kicked out before anyone could accomplish their mission. They had roughly 30 minutes before the ceremony began, for now they would buy Sabo time. Although Sanji agreed that it would be foolish to take him on, he wanted to beat the shit out of Doflamingo too. All of this family business nonsense had been something he had dealt with personally as a kid and he was sick of it. He might not be close friends with Law but he could emphasize with the surgeon.

“Curly brow, you got company” Zoro’s dumb nickname for the cook could be heard through the earpiece he was wearing. Everyone but Luffy had one. He wouldn't listen to it anyhow so why bother giving it to him. Sanji glanced around his peripherals to locate their target. Once he found Doffy he grabbed Luffy by the arm, suspiciously made a show of whispering into Luffy’s ear, and made their way down a corridor hoping that Doflamingo would take the bait.

“Doflamingo’s all yours. Make sure Luffy doesn’t do anything too stupid. The rest of us will move on to phase two.” This time it was Reiju’s voice checking in. The rest of the group would be mingling with Doflamingo’s executives, keeping them pinned for as long as possible. Having Doflamingo isolated was ideal but there were still no eyes on Vergo. Which wasn’t that surprising given his track record but with luck if they found Vergo they would also find (Y/N). Hopefully.

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Sabo was getting impatient with how long it took to move about the chapel. In his opinion Katakuri was being too thorough, taking the time to make sure the coast was clear before waving Sabo over. It's not like they had seen anyone in the past few minutes. He understands that it’s better to air on the side of caution but they needed to check every room that currently wasn’t being used for the ceremony. They weren’t having much luck and they were running out of time. That's when they came across a room that had a sign on it. It just read “Not an Exit” which was strange and felt out of place. Sabo jiggled the handle. It was locked. He pressed his ear against the door but all that accomplished was making his ear cold. There weren’t many rooms left for them to check but they'd have to make their way upstairs next. Looking down the other side of the hallway was a window that casted light down the way they just came. If this sign had been on this door for a while the ink should have faded on the paper yet it looks freshly printed like it was just hung recently. Sure they could have hung it for the event but how many people were they expecting to be wandering around this far into the chapel. Sometimes the most difficult things to find are hidden in plain sight.

Sabo hummed, turning to Katakuri “Does anyone have keys to these doors?”

“I could get a staff member to open the door but we don’t have much time left.”

Sabo bit his thumb. It would be too difficult to carry the body/rug combo up the stairs in the amount of time he lost sight of Vergo for. This was the only suspicious door they didn’t get to check and it was relatively close to the back entrance. This had to be it or else they were in trouble. If he was wrong here, then all their efforts would grind to a halt. It was a tough call and they would be down to the wire regardless of their decision. If they were going to do something they had to act now Katakuri was also the one walking Pudding down the aisle. It was now or never and waiting for the faculty key made Sabo tap his foot out of distress but in the back of his mind he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was on the right track.

Once they got the door open everything happened in a flash of still images. In the simple broom closet (Y/N) was on the floor bound by duct tape. Their back was facing Vergo who was slumped in a chair facing the door. The scene burned itself inside of Sabo’s head as he made swift work with (Y/N)’s restraints leaving Katakuri to immobilize Vergo. His reactions were lagged ever so slightly suggesting the man was half asleep, giving them a fortunate attack of opportunity that kept the struggle to a minimum. Although Sabo would still have his work cut out for him when drafting up the police reports. His top priority at the moment was making sure (Y/N)’s abscond would go unnoticed by Doflamingo. Taking her into protective custody now would prove to be difficult without help, incidentally Pudding of all people already had a contingency plan in mind.

—

Law paced back and forth as the time counted down. He would be the one left completely in the dark. Bepo and the others had tried to calm him down but it didn’t do much to calm his nerves. Luckily Doflamingo hasn’t come to check on him yet. Actually now that he thought about it, no one has tried to check on him at all. The surgeon is aware that he’s always been the family's volatile misfit but he figured that someone would be sent to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn’t attempt any last minute shenanigans. That could only mean that everything was going according to plan, right? That he had nothing to worry about, right? As one of the staff members ushered him out of the room, the ceremony began. For the first time in months he genuinely believed that things would be different this time. Leaving the walk down the aisle was the last thing on his mind.

The music faded up softly as Pudding stood beside her brother and as she joined him at the altar her expression was difficult to interpret but Law was notoriously deficient in the art of reading people. 

“Dearly beloved and honored guests,” the officiate addressed the room “We are gathered together here to join Trafalgar D. Water Law and Charlotte Pudding in the union of marriage. This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities.”

He paused briefly and Law had expected him to say the famous “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” quote that is featured in nearly every movie involving a wedding but the man said no such thing. 

Gesturing to Law he continued “Do you, Law, take Pudding, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part."

He could feel the sweat drop down the side of his face. Taking a glance at the guests made him swallow hard. He couldn’t locate any of the strawhats and (Y/N) was still missing in action but so was Doflamingo. It was the end of the line and there was no getting out of this. Law had no faith and no hope left to spare as the words fell softly from his lips.

“I do…” 

He lost. Everyone gave it their all and even Luffy couldn’t perform a miracle to save him from this fate. He took a shaky breath looking at Pudding. Law was so frantically absorbed in his own self preservation that he hadn’t even acknowledged Pudding's almost uncharacteristic expression. He was surprised to see something almost human in her eyes as she looked in awe at him. It puzzled him greatly as the ceremony continued. Did he miss something? 

"And do you, Pudding, take Law, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part."

Pudding debated what to say. When she walked into the building she already knew what her answer was going to be but she stood there in disbelief at Law's actions. God she wanted what they had so bad and maybe one day she could. She leaned in to whisper to Law "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I finally understand what (Y/N) sees in you and you better treat her right or I'll kick your ass" this just made Law more confused but before he could ask what she was on about Pudding slipped a small paper in his hand and stepped forward to face the audience.

"I apologize for my actions today and I understand how this will reflect on my family but I can not continue this union." Pudding bows as she continues "I take full responsibility for the repercussions since I am the one at fault. I can not marry today because I am in love with someone else and it would be unfair to Law and a mockery of this establishment to wed someone in this way." 

Law watched the room fall into chaos as Pudding stormed back down the aisle with a fierce unshakable confidence ignoring reporters and family members. While everyone was preoccupied with Pudding Law read the note. His sisters took up the task of pushing back the crowd that was trying to come up to the altar to question Law. Bepo, Shachi and Penguin surrounded him, noticing the paper in his hands.

"Well? What are you waiting for captain?"

"Go find her already!"

"We've got this covered."

They waved him off while they distracted some reporters who were trying to get Law’s input as he slipped through the back doors. He couldn't help the grin that plastered itself across his face as he bolted down the corridor.

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[dual1pa]

20 years later

joel miller x reader (use of she/her pronouns)

content warnings: language, terror, smut, p in v sex, oral (f receiving)

A/N: Might not line up with the plot of the series, not proofread, enjoy!!

2003

They felt like the talk of the town. Everyone they knew was encouraging them to get together already.

She spent most of the time with Joel and his daughter, Sarah. When she wasn't working, she picked up Sarah from school and helped make dinner for her and Joel when he had long nights at work.

She made sure to stay with Sarah until she fell asleep, then sat down on the couch to catch up on her reading. Each night around 10 or 11 o'clock, Joel would come huffing and puffing through the front door—soon discussing the events of his day to her.

She loved Joel—not that he would ever know. He treated her well. He would always call to make sure she got home alright, zoom straight over to her house to fix anything that went wrong, and overall cared about her.

However, the two of you have never kissed. She definitely had thoughts of her lips connecting to his, moving in with Sarah and him, marrying him, sleeping with him. She wanted all of that—but was too afraid to tell Joel her feelings, so she kept them to herself.

"Rough night?" she asked.

"Usual," he plopped himself down on the couch next to her, "Thanks for picking Sarah up. I know how much she hates walking home or taking the bus."

"It's no problem, Joel," she said, "I like helping you guys out."

"Don't know what I'd do without you," he smiled.

The two of them stared at each other for a few moments, when she spoke up to break the silence, "I better get going. Got an early day at the hospital tomorrow."

She worked as an ER nurse. Yes, she had weird hours at first but the pay was good. She finally gained the courage to ask her boss for 8-5 or 7-4 positions instead of overnights. It was really getting to her head.

"Okay," he said, getting up from his spot on the couch and opening up the door for her.

While watching her walk towards her car, he noticed that she was shivering due to the cool air.

"Hey, wait a minute," he said, quickly running back into his house and quickly reemerging with a flannel.

"Here, keep it. You need it more than I do," he chuckled.

"Thanks, Joel. I would freeze without you," she joked.

He loved her and he knew it.

They were both so naive.

2023

It was all a nightmare.

After that late night in September of 2003... nothing was the same.

She still remembers that night as if it happened yesterday.

When she got home from Joel's place, she did her normal nightly routine: wash her face, brush her teeth, put pajamas on, and sit in bed to watch some TV. When really focusing on the news, things felt... off.

She thought nothing of it and went to bed.

She was rudely awakened by the noises of people outside. She took a look outside to see chaos. Things were on fire, and people were panicking in the streets. She watched as people ran from other people. However, she backed away from the window in fear after witnessing one person eat another....almost like zombie behavior.

She quickly ran to check to make sure every door and window was locked in the house—they were. She grabbed the phone and began calling everyone she knew: friends, family, and co-workers. None of them picked up the phone. With shaky fingers, she dialed Joel's home phone.

Nothing.

She was in tears. The apocalypse was among her and she was alone.

—

She jerked herself awake—another nightmare.

She rubbed her eyes and did her best to forget about the horrible dream she had.

After September 2003, she found herself a group of people that ended up calling themselves "The Fireflies," which helped to find a cure for the infected. At first, she was terrified of the future. Now, with the help of the organization she's a part of, she has hope. Hope in finding a cure.

She does think about Joel from time to time. Wondered what could have been if things went right. She did regret not telling Joel how she really felt. To this day, she still loves him. Nothing will ever change that.

However, What if she stayed with Joel that night? Where would she be? Safe? or Dead? She didn't really care... as long as she was with him. If she ever came into contact with him again, she would tell him how much she loves him.

She also wondered how Sarah was—oh how much she would have grown by now... had to be at least 30 years old.

She was located in Detroit, Michigan: the unofficial official headquarters of the fireflies. Her job was pretty simple: keep an eye on her patients. Since she had a medical background, she is able to give people shots and can help with questions that anyone may have.

She put on a pair of her least dirty jeans along with Joel's flannel she kept after all those years. She missed him so much and it was the only thing that had her thinking that he was with her.

The dusty air filled her lungs as she walked out the front doors of her apartment building. While on the way to the firefly tent, she smiled and waved to everyone she knew. Since their little town was so small, everyone knew each other. All of the newcomers were quick to become noticed.

As she walked into the tent, she walked toward her friend, Erica, to tells her what she has to do for the day.

"You got a new kid today, just came in early this morning actually," Erica said, giving her a clipboard of all of the kid's information—which wasn't much. All they really knew about the kid is that her name is Ellie and she was bitten, but hasn't been infected.

"Thanks," she said.

"Careful. She's kind of an asshole," Erica replied.

"Okay who do we have here—" she walked into the room and instantly dropped the clipboard.

"Joel?" she spoke.

The man in front of her was just as shocked as she was. Before he could speak, she jumped into his arms, hugging him at tight as she could, and he did the same.

Even though he was dirty, his familiar scent that she knew all too well was still there.

"I'm- holy fuck," he kept repeating her name over and over again, not believing the woman that he still loved after all those years was right in front of him once again.

He felt on her flannel, "You still have my flannel? After all this time?" he smiled, resting his hands on her cheeks.

"It was the only thing I had left of you. Oh my god! You're alive," she felt herself tearing up just looking at him.

Ellie spoke, "Um... hate to ruin this special moment but can we just get to the point of why I'm locked up in this chair?"

She stared blankly at Joel's face, instantly coming back down to earth. She turned to Ellie and quickly examined her cut.

After the end of Ellie's examination, other doctors took Ellie in for more testing... which lead to Joel and her alone.

"Oh my god. I can't believe it's really you. 20 years later and you still have the same face. It's like you didn't age," she exclaimed.

"What happened to you that night?"

"I tried to call you," she explained, "No one picked up. Hours later of me just sitting in my house not knowing what the hell to do I went outside and snuck around until I found people who weren't infected. I've been with them ever since. Now, I can officially call myself a firefly."

"Everything happened so quickly," Joel said, "I lost Sarah, darling, I fucking lost her," he cried.

She took him into her arms once again and comforted him. She could feel herself crying once again as she realized that Sarah was gone... forever.

"Ellie is going to be here for a while, do you want to come back to my place so we can talk more in private," she asked

"Yes," he breathed.

For a few hours, the two spent the evening discussing what happened over the last twenty years. When she found the right moment, she was going to bring up "them."

"Joel," she scooted closer to him on the couch and grabbed his hand, "I made myself promise that I would tell you this if I ever saw you again."

He looked at her with a concerned face, waiting to hear your next sentence, "I love you. I've loved you since 2003. I was too big of a pussy to actually tell you. When the outbreak happened and throughout all these years, I've been kicking myself as I never got to tell you my true feelings for you. Every time I picked Sarah up and we made dinner together... it made me wish I lived with you guys. I pictured a life together, wanting to get married. Of course, the outbreak fucked that all up."

She began to cry, thinking about what could have been.

He let out a breath of relief, "I honestly thought you were going to tell me to fuck off and that you had a boyfriend."

His statement made her laugh, "No one could come close to you Joel."

"Well, I guess I'm relieved to hear that because I haven't been able to get you out of my mind either. When I lost Sarah, I was alone. I ended up in Boston, I lost Tommy along the way and I've just been so lonely. Thank God you're safe. I was only thinking the worst," he said.

"In all seriousness, I loved you since I laid my eyes on you. After Sarah's mom passed away, you were always there for her and always knew how to cheer her up when she didn't think it was possible to. You were also there for me too. Obviously, those feelings I have for you weren't there yet, but overtime, they hit me like a fucking truck. I love you so much. I love you," he took her cheeks in his hands and leaned in to kiss her.

It was like fireworks were going off all around them. It finally happened.

At first, the kiss felt innocent. Then, he got more into it. His tongue gently slid over your bottom lip as you opened your mouth for him to explore.

"Taste even better than I imagine," he laid her down on the couch and slid himself between her thighs.

Her hands roamed his back, eventually leading to his chest to unbutton his shirt. As quickly as she could, she ripped off his shirt and flew it across the room. He unbuttoned her flannel for your bra to be on full display. He shoved the cups to the side to unveil your breasts.

"Finally and even more gorgeous than what I imagined," he took one of your nipples into your mouth, lightly biting the sensitive skin. Moments later, he did the same motion to the other one. The assault on your body caused you to moan out a long "fuck."

She felt her way down to his groin, already feeling how hard he was for her. She squeezed his bulge and eventually pulled his pants down enough to let his cock spring free. She removed her jeans. She was desperate for him to be inside her.

As she was lining himself up to her entrance, he stopped her.

"Wait," he breathed, "Just feeling your wet pussy on my cock will make me come. I need to taste you first, baby, okay?"

She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip but quickly moaned out profanities as she felt his tongue circle around her clit. He took his time with her. He wanted her to truly have a great few orgasms. He licked her hole and spit on her clit. As soon as he was ready to make her cum, he sucked on her clit. Hard. He could tell he was going a good job as he felt her pull on his hair tightly.

"Joel, fuck," she said with her loud moans. He knew just how to touch her as if he's been doing it for years.

"Come on, baby. Give me a good one," he wrapped his lips around her clit more. Her voice went silent and her body went stiff as she was up high in the clouds. Her thighs tightened around his head, but his grip was stronger as he pushed her thighs back as far as they could go. Her grip on his hair was trying to pull him off as she was so overstimulated.

Once he was finished, he crawled back up her body. Once his cock landed on her oversensitive clit, it caused her to twitch.

She giggled as she was still coming down from her high.

"My God, Joel. You sure know how to make a woman come," he lazily wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Only for you, baby. You're mine and I'm yours," he whispered in her ear, causing her wetness to return.

He looked down at where their bodies were about to connect to watch as he slowly guided his cock inside her.

She hated to admit it, but it's been a while since she's had sex.

As soon as she felt Joel's cock inside her, it was painful at first, but once he was balls deep, she felt her orgasm on the rise once again.

He gave her some time to get used to his length as he kept a close watch on her facial expressions to make sure he wasn't hurting her.

"Fuck Joel, your cock feels so good," she moaned.

"I've been waiting to be inside you for 20 years," he planted kisses on her chest, "You're so beautiful. I love you."

"I love you too, now move baby. I want to come."

He did as he was told, starting off slow but chasing their highs and going as fast as he could. The couch shook as Joel fucked her, she wanted nothing more.

After a few more thrusts, Joel took himself out of her and came all over her chest. She continued to rub her clit as she was at the height of her orgasm. Before she could finish, he replaced her thumb with his and talked her through her second orgasm. They both loved it.

Joel did his best to make room for the both of them on the couch, but she was pretty much on top of him as they cuddled. She looked down to see his come still on her. He watched as she swiped her finger through his spend and placed it between her lips. He could feel himself growing hard once again.

"Come back with me," he said, "I want to be with you through all this. I want you by my side."

"Joel, I-,"

"I know you like it here and love what you're doing with the fireflies but there's people in Boston who need you. We need more experienced and trained nurses."

She definitely loved what she did, but she wanted to be with Joel more.

"Okay."

"Really?"

"Yes, I love you Joel."

"I wish there was a way we could get married," he joked.

"I think I know someone that can help with that, I know a priest around here that owes me a favor anyways. Let's get married, Joel."

[cuttergauthier]

Let Me In

Female reader x Brock Faber

Warning: against, fluff, toxic parent, unwanted, trust issues, bully parents, mention of covid

word count: 2.7k

Reader doesn't have a good relationship with her parents, If this triggers you in someway i suggest not reading!

let me know what you guys think🤍

She's broken, she grew up with parent's who didn't care about her. She couldn't talk to them when something was wrong, they just told her to go away. They would make fun of her if she ever talked to a guy or did certain things, if she did something embarrassing, they wouldn't help her they would laugh or ground her if other people told them she did something that would embarrass them. They could care less about her all they cared about was themselves. They always told her they didn't want her, the only person in her life who really cared about her is her grandpa. When she was 5 years old, he put her in hockey, she fell in love with the game. Hockey became her safe space, when she couldn't stand being with her parents she would go to the rink and play hockey.

When I was 18 years old, still in high school I got recruited to commit to Minnesota university to play hockey. I was born in Larchmont New York, so when I got the opportunity to commit at a university that was around a 10-hour drive away, I took it, it meant I was going to be far away from my parents and that was exactly what I wanted.

The only person who meant the world to me was my grandpa, he was always there for me when my parents weren't, he was a big hockey fan he used to play when he was a kid, he tried teaching my dad, but he never wanted to play, so when my parents had me, he thought me.

My grandpa and I always bonded about hockey, when I got the chance to commit a small part of me didn't want to because I would be leaving my him, but he was so proud, he wanted me to think of myself and what I wanted, not about him, he wanted me to follow my dream, told me he'd visit every chance he got, so I did.

Once I graduated high school and moved to Minnesota my parents didn't even say goodbye to me, they were happy I was leaving because they didn't have to see me anymore. My Grandpa had a lot of money, he had his own real estate business, so when I moved to Minnesota, he helped me find an apartment so I wouldn't have to live in a dorm.

The apartment was close to campus, which was great, I have a car which I drove down when I first moved. There was a chance I wouldn't be going back to New York during the summer except for when I wanted to visit my grandpa. The last thing my parents told me before I left was that they hoped I'd stay in Minnesota.

Because of everything with my parents, I have trust issues, when I started at Minnesota, I made myself a promise that I wouldn't tell anyone about my past, the only friends I had back home were my teammates on my high school hockey team. I didn't want anyone to think any different of me because of what I went through with my parents.

I was friends with the girls on my team, but we weren't best friends where we tell each other everything. I got invited to parties which were a lot of fun, I even became friends with some of the guys on the men's hockey team.

The summer after my freshman year I went back to New York to spend some time with my grandpa before coming back to Minnesota.

After my sophomore, I started living in Minnesota full time only going back to visit my grandpa, he was glad I was finally happy.

Senior year

Today there was a party at the sophomore's house on the men's hockey team. Everyone on campus was invited, since I was friends with the boys, I thought I'd go. The only guy I didn't really like on the team was Brock Faber, he was staying for his senior year instead of going to the NHL.

Brock had always tried to get to know more about me, but I didn't want him to know about my past which is why I can't stand him. He never leaves me alone, always tries to get me to talk about my life back home. I never told anyone, the other boys on the team don't pry, I think they know I might have gone through something so they didn't want to ask me about it in case it might be something bad, they tried to get to know more but when they realise, I didn't want to say anything they let It go except for Brock.

The boys are great, and I can tell they care about me, I care about them too. I like Brock. I've always had a crush on him since the minute we first got introduced by his Teammate Jaxon Nelson. Jaxon and I had a class together when I was a freshman, so we became friends. I just really wish he wouldn't try and dig into my life.

I got to the sophomore's house with one of my friends Allison, she's also a sophomore, we both play on the women's hockey team. I've been captain since Junior year, when she was a freshman, so I took her in when we first started playing together. She was a sweet girl.

As soon as we walked in, we made our way to the kitchen to get drinks. Logan Cooley saw me, he's a sophomore, he's sweet. He smiled at me and made his way over.

"There's are favourite girl" he said happily before throwing his arm around me

"Wow feel the love Logan" Allison scoffed

"Oh, don't worry Alli, I know a guy who is going to be really happy to see you" he replied smirking, which made me chuckle.

It was obvious that Ryan Chesley has a crush on her, and she had one on him.

"Shut up Logan" she said before going to grab a drink, leaving me alone with Logan.

"So are we planning on getting drunk to the point we don't remember the next morning? Or drunk where we still remember tomorrow?" I ask him

"Drunk where we still remember tomorrow, I don't think we need a repeat of what happened with briss last year" he replied making me throw my head back laughing

"Good point" I replied still chuckling

"let's go get you a drink" he said dragging me to the fridge. He grabbed a white claw and give it to me.

"Here you go, drink up" he said

"Thank you" you replied before taking a big drink

we continued talking, a few other boys joined us, after a while all the boys left except Brock. I hate being alone with him because I know he's going to try and ask me question about my past.

"So, what was so bad about you're past that you never want to talk about it?" he ask smirking

"I don't want to talk about it Brock, leave it alone" I said trying to walk away but he grabbed my hand to stop me

"I just want to know more about you"

"Well just stop okay!" I said snapped getting out of his grip and going somewhere else where he wouldn't bother me.

I saw Allison talking with Ryan making me smile. I made my way over to her to tell her I was heading out, I didn't want to have to deal with Brock again tonight.

"Hey, I'm going to head home I am starting to get tired" she looked at me curiously

"I can come with" she said

"No don't worry about it, stay I can tell you're having fun" I said winking

She gave me a hug before I headed home.

Once I got home, I change into some shorts and a hoodie and sat down in the living room to watch some tv.

About 30 minutes later there was a knock on a door.

I opened the door only to find Brock.

"Seriously Brock, I don't want to talk to you right now"

"Can I just come in and talk to you? Please" he pleaded

I opened the door wider so he could come in.

I made my way to the kitchen with him following me. If I must listen to him again, I need something strong. I grabbed the bottle of tequila I had in the cabinet and took a drink out of the bottle.

"Seriously I can't talk to you sober?" he asked in disbelief

"If you're going to ask me about my past again or why I am the way I am, I need the tequila" I said making him scoff

"My god Y/n, what is going on with you, we all care about you, yet you keep secrets from us, you never tell any of us anything!" he said losing his patience

"It's not keeping secrets when it's my personal life. God what is so wrong with wanting to keep some personal things to myself without having everyone know!" I argue before taking another drink of tequila

"Because we care...we can all tell there is something wrong, you never share anything. You like to keep to yourself, it's like we barely know you"

"You know what I want you guys to know, some things I like to keep to myself, you're the only one who kept bothering me about this, everyone else let it go, so you need too if you can't then we just won't be friends anymore." I said softly

"Fine then I guess we are not friends anymore." He said before storming out with the door slamming behind him.

I let out a quiet sob before sinking to the floor crying. Why did my parents have to ruin me from trusting someone.

I really like Brock, he was my favourite on the men's team. I have a crush on him, I just wish he wouldn't ask me about my past.

I decided to call my grandpa because I knew he would listen and give me advice, and I really need that right now.

The phone rang once before he answered.

"hey sweetheart is everything okay? You don't usually call this late." He ask me worriedly

"No, Grandpa why can't I open up to anyone other than you?" I said crying

"Oh y/n you can't let what your parent's did to you ruin you're friendships, What they did to you wasn't right in so many ways, not everyone is going to be like them. You might get hurt, but that's a part of growing up. You never know what opening up to someone what do. But you can't live in fear of not knowing if something good will come from it"

"Thank you, gramps, I really needed that"

"that's what I'm here for, I love you kid"

"I love you too gramps"

"try and open up to someone kid, you never know where it will lead you"

With that we both hung up.

I wiped away my tears and went to the bathroom to see how I looked. I looked like a mess, but I didn't care I needed to talk to Brock. It now close to midnight and I didn't know if Brock went back to the party or if he went home, so I thought I'd try and call him, but he didn't answer.

I decided to leave it for now and go to bed.

The next morning, I woke up with a headache I didn't know if it was from the tequila or because of all the crying.

I made myself some breakfast and when I was finish I got a shower and got ready for the day.

Once I was done there was a knock on the door, I opened it to find Logan, Matthew and Jimmy.

"What can I help you sophomores with?" I asked

"Well we heard about last night" Logan said

"so we wanted to know if you were okay" Matthew said

"Don't worry boys, I'm okay. I was planning on going to talk to him today so I could apologies" I told them as they made their way in my apartment.

"oh okay that's good" Jimmy said

"you don't seem to sure about that" I ask him curious

"Logan why don't you tell her" Matthew said, pushing Logan forward. Making me look at him raising my eyebrow

"Brock's pretty pissed off at you, I don't know if talking to him is a good idea" Logan said

"Which is why I want to apologies, I shouldn't have talked to him the way I did"

"Fine just if you go talk to him, can you let us know how it goes, or If you need anything?" Jimmy asked

"I promise I will"

They nodded and headed out.

I started crying again, I felt bad I didn't want to piss him off last night.

After I wiped my tears away I grabbed my purse and keys and made my way to Brock's place. He got his own place this year instead of living with more teammates.

When I got there I knocked on the door, I was hoping he was there, I didn't know if he had plans or not today.

He opened the door groaning when he saw me.

"seriously why are you here? You made it pretty clear last night" he said angrily

"can I come in?"

He took a few minutes before he let me walk in.

"so what do you want know?"

"I want to apologies, I shouldn't have talked to you the way I did last night"

"But you did, and you made it clear that you didn't want to be friends anymore! Now you can go" he snapped pointing to the door

"I have trust issues okay!" I snapped back at him, he was shocked I snapped back at him.

"so 4 years of knowing you and you still don't trust me, or the boys?"

"You have no idea what I went through Brock" I said softly with tears forming in my eyes. He started coming closer to me.

"Which is why I wanted to know more about you, I never did anything for you not to trust me" he calmly said

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and made my way to his couch to sit. I wiped a tear that fell. He came and sat down next to me

"the one thing I heard daily when I was a kid was that they didn't want me... that they didn't care what happened to me" I said before looking at him. He was looking at me confused

"what do you mean? Who said that?"

"the two people who should love you no matter what... my parents"

It took him by surprise, you could tell that was the last thing he expected. Which made me continue, why stop now.

"Everything I did was a disappointment to them, like a girl playing hockey... When I got my first boyfriend, they literally embarrassed me in front of him, which made him broke up with me. When I was 16 one of my dad had some business partners at the house, my dad had left his shoes in the hallway and I tripped spraining my ankle, you want to know what my parent's did that night after they left? They grounded me for 2 weeks, they said I embarrassed them" I said crying

Brock got closer to me and wiped away my tears.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, no one deserves what you went through. But the boys and I aren't like your parents, I am not like you're parents. I care about you Y/n...fuck y/n I love you, you mean everything to me, I would never make you feel like you aren't worth it, because you are worth everything" he said softly to me

"You love me?"

"I've loved you since the minute Jaxon introduced us"

"I love you too Brock... I'm sorry I pushed you away, I never should have talked to you like that"

"I get it Y/n, but you have to know not everyone is going to hurt you"

"Thank you"

"Can I kiss you?" he asked me

"yes"

He leaned in a kissed you softly

After a minute, you both pulled away breathing heavy

"Any chance I could take you out sometime?" he asks chuckling nervously

"I'd love that" I replied

"good" he said before kissing me again.

[imolelalade]

Her Canon Event

Pairing: Earth 1960 Variant! Hobie Brown x Nifemi Adekoya! Anansi! Fem Spider OC!

Word Count: 1.4k-ish

T/W: Mild mentions and descriptions of blood and injuries, and character death

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Nifemi never asked to be Anansi.

It wasn’t like she had asked to get lost on that field trip and get bitten by that God-forsaken spider

It wasn’t like she had asked to end up with powers. 

It wasn’t like she had asked to bear the weight of her city’s mistakes and problems on her shoulders.

But she had accepted the burden- A burden that she would carry alone.

It had always been this way. Bolatito, of course, tried her best to help. Her gal in the chair was always the sarcastic remark in the spider-woman’s ear as she tried her best to save the city over and over again despite the blame and ridicule she got in return

But no one knew about the late-night cries

Nobody knew about the empty days

And nobody knew about the nights she spent wondering if she would ever be allowed to love someone.

Nifemi avoided love

You grow close to someone and it’ll hurt 10 times worse when they leave.

It happened with Nnkechi

It happened with Uncle Ben

It was bound to happen again.

And Nifemi, of course, had made it one of her sole duties to avoid the cursed emotion as much as she possibly could.

But again, when had life ever decided to go her way?

Hobie Brown had come into Nifemi’s life as subtle as a car crash.

Standing in front of the drab university classroom, his height towering over their poor professor, everything about him was loud.

His entire outfit screamed punk. The helter-skelter of chains and studs on him would have had any Nigerian aunty calling the police. The wicks his hair had been styled into added an extra 5 inches to his already towering height. The painted guitar slung across his back looked like it could have been considered a weapon

In summary, he was everything that she had been warned to stay away from.

That didn’t stop her from being pulled towards him. 

Like a moth to a flame, she got closer to him, and in turn, he got closer to her.

It was nice.

He was nice

Hobie didn’t care that she was awkward and could barely say a thing whenever he spoke to her.

He didn’t care when he found out that she was the infamous Anansi that the entire city of Laghattan had come together to hate for every attack that fell upon the city.

He stuck with her, washing away every bruise and every dark thought that surfaced with a soft caress and playful kiss to the forehead.

“Why are you still here?”

“Why wou’d I leave?”

“‘Cause they all do…”

“Then ‘ll be the firs’ to stay…”

But like a moth to a flame, one always had to go out.

There had been a blast

It was common in Laghattan, with supervillains showing up every hour, no one saw this as any different.

But he wasn’t meant to be there

He had gone home

She had walked him home

So why was he there, lying on the ground, half of him barely visible because of the rubble?

Why was his arm bent like that?

And why in God’s name was the floor red?

As soon as the punk saw the torn-up spider, he tried to laugh

“‘J-jus’ a scratch luv ‘m good…” he mumbled softly, attempting to reassure her.

His brown eyes usually filled with humor or the usual glint of mischief, were now filled with pain, the pain of him trying his best to stay strong for her.

Nifemi’s own eyes filled with tears as she bent over him, her mind trying to grasp what was happening.

Her body glowed a dark violet as she struggled between her anger at herself and the overwhelming sadness taking hold of her like a fucking hurricane

She wrenched off her mask as she registered Hobie shakily telling her to breathe. To calm down that everything would be fine.

But she couldn't calm down.

She couldn't breathe.

She couldn't think.

Her whole world was crashing around her as the realization hit her.

The truth of the situation was setting in like a tidal wave, and with it was all her regrets and fears.

There was no way this was happening.

Not again, Please God not again

"No," she whispered, her eyes reddening.

"Nonono this can't be happening."

Her hands started trembling as she tried to stop the bleeding, she desperately wanted it to stop.

But it didn't, it just kept on flowing out of his body even as she tried to keep it in.

"You're going to be fine ‘Bie," she whispered, trying her best to breathe but failing miserably.

“Everything’s gonna be fine…”  She wasn’t sure who she was telling this to at this point, to the boy dying in front of her or to herself.

She kept holding him, keeping him close to her, trying her best to support his head, to comfort him.

But all she could hear was his breathing, growing labored with every passing moment.

"Stay with me, stay with me," she begged through her tears.

Her hands were covered in his blood.

Hobie was covered in blood.

His pain was tearing her apart, soaking into her just like his blood was soaked into her suit

She wished she could just take all his pain away.

But she couldn't.

She was powerless.

“...mo nifẹ rẹ…”

The fuck.

Nifemi looked down at Hobie in dazed confusion, tears flowing down her face as her mind  registered what he had just said.

“I love you.”

The bastard had just told her he loved her.

How did he know those words?

Why had he chosen this moment to say those words?

Why now, when he was slowly leaving her?

Nifemi sniffled rubbing his cheek slightly, “E-emi na ni ife si iwo na…” 

She let out a sob and cradled him to her chest, her body now glowing a light purple a mixture of her undying love and her uncontrollable sadness, “I-I love you too you idiot, don’t die…”

He couldn’t leave her like this. She couldn’t lose another person. He promised he’d stay. He’d promised

"Don't go," she whispered, her tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Don't leave me, please don't leave me."

"You promised you'd stay…"

She felt his fingers squeezing hers gently, and she felt her body trembling as the reality set in.

Her breath hitched and she held onto him tighter, as if that could stop him from leaving.

“‘Femi…luv," he struggled to speak, but the words were coming out slower and weaker.

"Don't...cry," he muttered as his grip started to loosen.

She could hear the desperation and the pain in his voice, she could see the weakness and the fear in his eyes.

His time was almost up.

"I'm scared nightlight," he whispered quietly, his entire body trembling as he looked at her, almost seeming like a little kid instead of the punk she knew him for.

She could hear the sorrow and the fear in his shaky voice.

She didn't want to hear these words, not yet.

Her heart was breaking as she heard his heart falter.

"I don't want to die," he confessed, his words starting to slur as his consciousness was slowly slipping away.

She cried into his chest as she felt his hand start to drift away from her grasp.

She kept repeating the same words over and over again, as if that could stop the inevitable.

"Don't..." she murmured, choking on tears.

"You can't leave me...Please don't..."

She couldn't let him go. Her fingers clenched tightly around his, trying to keep him from leaving, but she was slowly losing the fight.

The grip of his dying hand was becoming more and more limp. Her grip became more desperate and tighter, but it wasn't working.

"I..." he mumbled as the words were becoming slower and slower.

"I love y..."

He didn't finish his sentence, the words died with his lips.

He breathed his last breath, a breath that held nothing but love and sorrow.

She felt the breath leave his body.

She felt her whole world collapse.

She screamed as the pain hit her like a tsunami, the kind of pain that felt impossible to endure.

She screamed again, the scream was filled with the pain of love and grief.

She stayed kneeling on the ground with him, and she held him close to her even with the blood and the gore around her.

Her screaming turned to sobbing.

She was babbling, maybe begging, she couldn’t tell at this point.

She was clutching onto Hobie, desperately hoping he'd open his eyes again.

She was hoping that she was having some kind of terrible nightmare and this was not real.

But she knew it was real.

She knew he was gone.

She knew he was never coming back.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X Did I really just finally post my first fanfic of my spidersona and Hobie, just for it to be angst? Yes Yes I did If you read through the whole thing either because you enjoyed it or you were bored, thanks for reading pooks.

Ok bye

[matt-ward95]

Big changes pt. 4

Matt couldn't help but look at himself in the mirror, still stunned at how he had grown in the last few hours. He turned and looked at Jon who now was a literal giant, standing over 10 feet tall. they both where happy Jon more or less happy with the size of his feet. Jon had always wanted to have big feet. now unsure if he could ever buy regular shoes again he just stared at them. " you ready big guy?" Matt asked looking up at him. " it'll be tight but yup I am" Jon said before kissing Matt on the lips. Jon was right it was tight in the 4Runner Jon's body almost too big to fit in the front seat. Matt now had to move the driver seat all the back for him to fit behind the wheel. Jon once again placed his massive hand on Matt's thigh as they drove. finally arriving at the gym they pulled them selves out of the car. entering the gym all eyes where on them. Matt now almost 7 feet tall and Jon passed th 10 foot mark they were the biggest guys in the gym. " I hope Zack Showa up he always made fun of me for being short." Matt said to Jon as they headed towards the locker room. the sauna was empty so the two of them went in. it wasn't long before Matt had Jons dick in his mouth blowing him before the work out. his belly full but nowhere as it was back at the apartment. they went to the squat racks Matt moving the bar up so he could get in the right position. as he loaded the weights 4 ,45 plates each side he heard Zacks voice in the distance. Matt knew Zack was still taller than him standing at 7'2 it was only a few inches but Matt wanted to be bigger than him. putting his headphones and drawing him out he began to lift the weight, it was easy he thought to himself after 5 reps he added another plate to each side. grunting as the added weight gave him a challenge. he was to focussed on the lift to realize he was growing. Jon watched Matt in disbelief he was growing before his very eyes. as Matt added more weight he was oblivious to the fact he had grown 6 inches since the start of his workout. he racked the weight after his final set 6 played on each side. he had grown to a massive 7'10". still unaware of his growth he walked away bumping in to Zack. he looked down and laugh as he now towered over Zack. "sauna now " he commanded Jon, Matt blew him again before returning to gym floor. as he continued to lift weight Matt continued to grow reaching a massive 9'6". before leaving Matt walked over to Zack who was bench pressing he had a good amount weight on the 4 plates each side. Matt snatche the bar from his hand and started curling it. his biceps exploding in size. Zack stood up in disbelief as a now giant Matt put the bar down and laughed at the smaller man. laughing while him and Jon exit the gym.

the ride home was tight for the 2 massive guys. as they ducked into the now doll sized apartment Jon couldn't help himself as he ripped the shorts off of Matt and bean to suck his dick. Matt easily picking Jon up and flipping him around to start sucking him off as he made his way to the bedroom. Matt started to ooze precum into Jon's mouth as they entered the bedroom. laying down on the bed Jon began to grow with Matt's precum. he could feel him getting heavier on top of him and he liked it. it wasn't long until Matt finally reached his limit and flooded Jon's mouth with hot, thick, rich cum sending Jon's growth into over drive. Jon reached 13 feet tall before it stopped. he then unloaded into Matt. Matt's body using it to fuel muscle growth he gained over 100 pounds of lean muscle muscle and grew to 11'8. the two giant's laid there wondering what to do next. Matt then started rubbing Jon's feet causing them to grow. his already massive feet swelling and lengthening now well over 4 feet long on just the sole alone. Matt stopped and laid next to Jon. Jon snuggled into Matt's chest which was now just two massive slabs of muscle " were gonna have to find a bigger place" Jon said looking up at Matt from his chest. " I know... but first let's take a nap" the two started to doze off when suddenly the bed frame gave out. they laughed as the fell asleep.

"Matt your massive!" Jon shouted waking Matt up...." what are you talking about?" while they slept both of them had grown but Matt had passed Jon in all areas. Matt looked around standing up and smashing through the ceiling. now 15 feet tall and looking down at Jon "fuck.... hey shortie" he joked now a foot taller than Jon. they crawled through the apartment reaching the back door and went outside now able to stand up and see how massive they had become. Matt looking down at Jon and smiling as he bounced his pecs. "how's the view short stuff?" Matt said cockily "it's amazing" Jon replied.

[weird-is-life]

Missing you like crazy

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You surprise Steve, by coming home for the holidays

Warnings: a few swear words, fluff

Words: 1.2k Masterlist

(English is not my first, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes)

Studying at the university in a different state was hard for Steve and you. You were able to see each other only during holidays and sometimes on the weekends.

You missed your boyfriend like a lot and he was pretty much a lost cause without you.

So when you called Steve, saying, that you couldn't come home for the spring holidays, it crushed him. He was so excited to be with you after months of not seeing you.

You had a great deal of things to study for, you were already so behind your assignments, that you couldn't just afford to go home and take a break.

But hearing Steve's broken 'okay, it's alright, we can figure something out after the spring' broke your heart.

You couldn't leave him sulk and be like a kicked puppy the whole spring break.

I mean, Robin already called you like 5 times in a week to complain about him.

He was miserable, so you decided to surprise him.

You pulled a few all-nighters, by a few i mean like a whole week, and worked on your assignments. By the time you finished everything you needed to, you were absolutely drained.

You gathered all the strength you had left, packed your things and got on a bus first thing in the morning. Thankfully the bus drive was like 10 hours, so you had a plenty of time to sleep.

Before you left, you called Robin to find out where Steve would be. She told you he was going to be closing the store, so you decided to wait for him in his house.

When the bus finally stopped in your hometown and you were shaken awake, it was already dark outside. You spotted Robin waiting on you at the station

"What are you doing here?" you asked and gave her a tight hug.

"Well, we can't have you walking home alone now, can we?" she beamed at you.

"So what? You are going to walk me to Steve's house?" you gave her a confused look.

"You don't have a license or a car. "

"Of course i'm not walking you home, dumbass, " she playfully punched you in the arm, "we have a taxi waiting for us."

"Oh right, i didn't think of that" you chuckled with her.

"Come on, let's get you home" she took your hand and dragged you towards the car.

You flopped yourself down on his bed and watched some movie, while you waited on Steve to get home.

You were still exhausted, even if you'd slept through the whole bus ride. You tried so hard not to fall asleep. But eventually your eyelids got heavier and heavier until they fully closed.

Steve came home worn out, angry and frustrated. The custumers were pain in his ass the entire day, also he managed to spill his drink on the floor, which he had to then clean and above it all he missed you like crazy. He had such a bad day, he wanted nothing else, but to just go to bed.

He locked the door and kicked his shoes in such a hurry, that he hadn't even noticed your shoes laying by the door.

He loudly made a late night snack in the kitchen and made his way to his room.

But when he heard noises and saw the light come from his room, he almost dropped the food on the floor.

Slowly, he opened the door and was prepared to face whoever or whatever was in his room.

He wasn't expecting to see you there. This time he did, dropped his food.

He wasn't sure if you were really there or if he was hallucinating from the exhaustion.

It took him a few seconds to realise, it really was you, peacefully sleeping on his bed. His eyes got glossy and he didn't waste a second and immediately took you in his arms.

"Uhmm, hi Stevie" you sleepily said to his chest, when you woke up. You knew straight away it was your Steve.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here? I thought you couldn't come" he pulled you away from his chest to look at your beautiful face.

"Just wanted to surprise you" you mumbled, still half asleep.

"Wait, what?" he couldn't comprehence, that you were actually there, in his room. He thought his heart was going to explode from all the happines.

"I said, i wanted to surprise you" you giggled at his confused face.

"But i thought you had too much work in school" he was baffled.

"I may have pulled a few all nighters" you sheepishly looked at him.

"You did?"

"Yeah, i couldn't let you be upset the whole break and i missed you too much" he was left for words. He couldn't believe you were really in his arms.

"You did it just for me?" he asked.

"Yeah" you blushed. Steve just gave you the brightest smile and started peppering your face with kisses.

"I guess you really missed me, huh?" you teased him.

"I sure fucking did. I always miss you when you aren't here" he wanted to pull you back to him, but you stopped him.

"You should go change this horrible uniform and shower" he really didn't want to do that, but he knew you were right.

"Rude" he said, "i just want to hold my girlfriend, who i haven't seen in months and she tells me to leave her alone" he fake frowned. You were trying not to laugh at him.

"The faster you get there, the sooner you'll get to hug me again" you pointed out.

"Ugh fine, but don't go anywhere" he still wasn't really sure, if it was indeed you there or if it was just his mind playing games .

"Before i go, i need a kiss" he smirked at you.

"That will be no problem at all" you smiled at him and leaned to brush his lips with yours.

"There" you pulled away with the biggest smirk on your face.

"Uh Uh, that wasn't a kiss" he was literally pouting. He was desperately trying to kiss you, but you kept avoiding his kisses.

"C'mon love, give me a real kiss, please" he tackled you under him in a playful way.

"No" you said in serious voice, but after you saw his poor face, you couldn't help but to laugh.

"You are so mean" he started to tickle you until you were begging him to stop.

"Will you give your desperately in love boyfriend a kiss now?" he looked down at you with pleading eyes.

"Come here" you gave in. You wanted to kiss him so bad, but it was fun to tease him for a little.

This time he didn't give you the time to try tease him again, because he immediately deepened the kiss.

The kiss mirrored what you were feeling. The longing for each other, the ache of missing each other, the love and the happines of being finally together.

By the time you pulled apart both of your hair was a mess and your lips was swollen from all the kissing.

"I miss you so fucking much" you softly spoke against his lips.

"I know, i do too. But we can do this, right? Just a little longer and we will be together for 2 month "yeah, you couldn't wait for the summer to finally start.

"Yeah" you nodded, "i love you."

"And I love you" he smiled at you.

Steve forced himself out of you embrace to go shower after god knows how many minutes.

But he was, not even 5 minutes after back in the bed, snuggling you close. You both fell asleep fast, very content to finally be together.

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Hey guys, thank you for reading. I think this is probably one of my favorite things i've written. Feedback is always appreciated. Also if anybody is interested in being my beta reader for Stranger things fics, dm me please.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

[xxsp3llb0undxx]

For Twilight Prompts, maybe #5, 27 for Paul?

Bruises on my heart - Paul Lahote x GN!Reader

Request from anonymous

TW: Implications of cheating ,, curse words ,,

Summary: Reader starts doubting their relationship with Paul, in which he tries his best to show them they are all he wants and needs in life.

#5 "Why am I always the second best?"

#27 "All I'm asking is you choose me for once, not her"

MASTERLIST ULEY PACK

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Saturday night. Only Paul and y/n knew what that night meant, their 3rd year anniversary. Yet where was he? Y/n had been sat at the dining table for the past 3 hours waiting for him to come home and spend time with them, but now it was 9pm and the dinner was cold, the night was ruined. A quiet sob left their lips as tears escaped the corners of their eyes, they didn't want to cry over something so little but it hurt, it hurt that he didn't care to even call to say he wouldn't be coming home, it hurt that he probably forgot about their anniversary, it hurt they had to go to bed alone that night. Y/n put Paul's dinner in the microwave for him for when he gets home, a post-it note stuck to the glass window so he knows his dinner was inside the small, electronic contraption. They walked upstairs and changed into their pyjamas, taking off their jewellery and any makeup what was still left on their face.

The bed felt bigger than usual, like they had shrunk until they were as small as a baby. The comforter swallowed them into the deep pits of darkness, tiredness soon washing over them. Y/n kept having dreams about Paul cheating on them, their heart yearning for him to come back to them. Morning soon came, the bright sun slipping through the curtains caused y/n to wake up. A yawn escaped their throat, they got up out of bed stretching their body, cringing at the cracks and pops of their joints. Turning around to look at the bed, y/n noticed Paul's side was left untouched. They finally had enough, sick of Paul blowing them off for god know what. Y/n just hoped it wasn't that girl he used to date, she was pretty and funny but she wasn't y/n, she wasn't his imprint. They just hoped the reason he bailed out on them wasn't for her.

Y/n finally made it to the reservation, it wasn't too far from their home roughly 10 minutes away. As soon as they got there, everyone was outside messing around together; some of them in their wolf forms while others were still in their human forms. The first person to notice y/n was Jared Cameron, Sam Uley's beta. He ran over to them and gave them a hug "Hey, where have you been? Everyone has missed you." Jared was like a brother to y/n, a very annoying younger brother. "I've just been busy, J. Have you seen Paul? I need to speak to him." The young wolf pointed towards the garage, where Jacob usually fixes the cars and bikes. Y/n thanked Jared and then they were off to the garage, before they were about to enter, they heard hushed voices talking; the voices belonged to their boyfriend Paul and (his ex and JACOBS SISTER!) Rachel Black. "Baby, hey. Just please give me another chance, we can make this work I promise." Those words broke y/n's heart. Was Paul really about to cheat on them? Without a second thought, y/n ran as far as they could away from the reservation.

Hours had passed since the conversation y/n had eavesdropped on, they didn't know how to react about what they heard. Y/n was sat in the bedroom when they heard the front door open and close, usually the noise would make their heart flutter and make them feel all giddy, but now they didn't care; all they wanted was to cry and scream. The bedroom door opened, the sight of Paul made their heart flip, he was so handsome. This stupid imprint shit always got in the way. "Hey, doll. I'm sorry I missed our anniversary dinner yesterday, something came up at the reservation." He went in for a kiss but y/n moved away from him, he looked hurt but they didn't need that right now, he hurt them. "What's wrong, doll?" Paul was now sitting down at the end of the bed, he kept fidgeting with his hands; something he's always done whenever he's nervous or anxious.

"Why am I always second best? Why am I always the last choice, Paul? Do you not love me anymore?" Y/n voice cracks at the last word, Paul stares at them guilt washing over him, what has he done to hurt the love of his life this much? "What do you mean, baby? You're not second best, you never have been and never will be. I love you with every inch of my soul." He was cradling their face at this point, trying to feel their skin against his own, he needed them to know they were the only one for him. "Then why her, Paul? Why were you with Rachel in the garage yesterday? Why is she always your first choice? All I'm asking is you choose me for once, not her." And that was his breaking point. He pulled y/n into an embrace, keeping them as close to him as possible. Tears streamed down both of their faces, sobs filled the room as they both clung to each other.

"I love you, okay? You are my imprint, you're the only person I need in my life. If you asked me to leave the pack, I would. If you asked me to up and leave with you to some random place, I would. I will scream to the world how much I adore you in every way possible, if that would make you believe me. I need you, darling, no one else. I want to have a family with you, I want to get married and grow old together. There is no one else in this world for me, you are my forever and always, you are my endgame." Y/n sniffled, never did they think Paul would ever say anything like that, he was always known as the scariest and worst tempered member of the pack but he was so soft and loving when he was with them. They were meant for one another.

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Thank you so much for requesting !!! I had so much for writing this, Paul is honestly one of my favourite characters. I hope you enjoyed reading this, please let me know if this isn't what you wanted, I don't mind rewriting it. Have a lovely day/night !!!

[elahna-elahna]

(this is my personal fanfic about my own MC and love Interest)

- Chapter 1 -

Isabella

♡

"Isabella!'' all three of my brothers called out. We were currently playing hide and seek. And I was winning, they had been looking for me for hours. I was a master at Hide and Seek; they never found me. The trick to Hide and Seek is to move around, hiding in places they had already looked. After waiting ages, I got bored so I decided to come out. As I’m walking out of the pantry all 3 of my brothers suddenly pop out from around the corner scaring all of us. *beep *beep *beep, the sound of my alarm clock waking me up from my dream. "ISABELLA ROSA MARTINO, WAKE UP NOW" my oldest brother Pierce yells at me from across the hall.

I was going to be late again. I'm the youngest of three siblings, me and my brothers are only a few years apart. Pierce is the “oldest” by like 10 seconds compared to his twin brother Nico. Me and my last brother Kia are identical twins but he’s still 5 seconds older. I heard the sound of a car beep, it was my friend Callies car that she got for the new school year. It's the first week back of school and I'm already going to be late two days in a row. I really need to set a backup alarm so I’m not late all the time. I hurry up, get changed, brush my teeth, and run downstairs and out of the house. While passing by my 3 brothers. I hop into Callie's new car and we start driving. I am so jealous of her because she's 16 and I'm still only 15 meaning she can legally drive. Callie is only one year older than me because she was held back in 1st grade. My birthday is in august, so I have to wait a while for my next one. But at least it's in the summer, and who doesn't love summer birthdays.

While she is driving I take a peek at my phone to see texts from my dad. I open them and there's a ton of him yelling that I better not be late for school again. If you have an Asian dad you would understand. My dad is super strict about school and my grades. If I came home with anything below an A plus he would kill me.

My 3 brothers are super overprotective and won't let me do anything. On the first day of high school, some boys tried to talk to me. My 3 brothers told all the boys to leave me alone or they would beat them up. And trust me my brothers never lost a fight. They are always treating me like a baby. They would not let me out of their sight, and I could never go out to any sleepovers or parties. I just got used to it after a while. I just stayed in my room cuddling my stuffed animal in my bed. My mom are the closest in my family. Now enough with the chit-chat about my life let's talk about the present.

School is always boring, with the same people, same teachers, and even more homework. After school I had practice and I didn't want to sit there for hours so I decided to walk home. I mainly walked home because it was a pretty long walk and I wanted to listen to my new playlist that I made the night before. I was not really paying attention and I wound up walking down this alley. As I was about to turn back around and find another route to my house. Three guys who looked like seniors walked toward me. They corner me and now all three of them are around me in a small circle. “Where are you going, sweets?” the biggest guy says. “Get away from me perv!” I say pushing him. He looks at his friends and starts laughing.

“Baby girls are a little aggressive,” he says, pushing me against a wall. His other two friends hold my arms and he slaps me. The slap hurt bad and I could tell that was gonna leave a mark. The man held up his hand to smack me again but then someone grabbed his wrist. “Don’t touch her” the voice boomed. The mystery guy pulled the guy's head with his other hand and slammed it into the concrete. The other two guys quickly run away and the mystery guy stands right in front of me. He grabs both my shoulders making me flinch a little, “Hi I’m Vannie, are you okay?” he says with worry in his eyes looking for any other scratches. “Yeah, I’m ok thanks, and I’m Isabella!” I replied hesitantly. He puts one hand on the cheek that got slapped and rubs it softly.

“Let me drive you home Princess,” he asks politely, I nod hesitantly since he was a stranger after all. He grabs my hand and leads me to his car. The inside of his car smelled like lavender, it wasn't a strong smell but a light and soft smell. He started up the car and then turned to me, “Where do you live?” he asked. “212 Westfield Avenue”, I answered, making him nod and start to drive. After about 10 minutes we arrived at my house. “Thanks for the ride, Vannie, and thank you for saving me,” I say, turning to face him. “Do you always walk home?”, he says, stopping me from leaving. “Um, sometimes it really depends on when my brothers have football practice”, I responded. “Give me your number, and I’ll drive you to and from school,” He says quickly. “You don’t have”, he cut me off by grabbing my phone from my lap and inputting his number in it. “Don’t be afraid to call or text me”, He says.

I nod, open the car door, and walk out. As soon as I walk through the front door I see all three of my brothers standing right in front of me. “ISABELLA WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” Pierce yells. “A friend gave me a ride, and we stopped to get something to eat. '' I lied. The reason I lied was because, If my brother found out what happened and that a boy was picking me up every day they would freak out. “Ok, next time Isa tell us before you go ok?” Kia was the only one out of the three that didn't look mad. “Ok, I’m sorry I’ll text you next time, love you guys good night,” I say walking upstairs and into my room.

I walked to my bed, bent down, and grabbed a book from underneath the mattress. I flopped on my bed and opened the book to the page I was on. I started reading and fading into the book. I like reading romantic books even though I have never liked someone like that. I have always wanted to be in a lovey-dovey relationship. But my brothers would never let me date or barely talk to a boy. I read stories, imagining the bittersweet love they have in the book. And I long for that feeling, that connection that brings a couple together like that. To experience that kind of love that even if they don’t love you, you would love them even harder.

What If I never meet someone who will fulfill my dreams of love. So great that it might not happen. So for now that feeling remains in my dreams, hoping one day I will have just enough strength to open my heart to love. Will I ever meet someone that will love me for who I am? Love me for my smartness and my kindness and not for my body. I take the time to gain insight into each relationship and love story. And waiting until it's finally my turn. I pay attention to the advice the author gives me throughout the story. Hoping one day my love story will be a book too. And gaining a bigger understanding of what a healthy relationship looks like.

But to never feel that kind of love is unbearable. After reading a little part of my book, I slowly fell asleep. I wake up abruptly to my brothers banging on my bedroom door. My first brother yells,” DO YOU HAVE A BOY IN THERE?”. I scream, “No”, ” Then you won’t mind unlocking the door then!”. They do this thing where they “check my room for a boy”, I think they do it just to annoy me. I walk to the door and slowly unlock it. All three of them run in and start looking around. They do this every time I lock the door, but the one place they don’t check is under my bed. So If I were to hide a boy he would be under there. My oldest brother Lucas says, “Clear” and then they leave my room.

Lucas turned back as he was walking and said,” Breakfast is ready”. I wasn’t really mad, I was just annoyed because I had just cleaned my room. I got dressed for school, did my makeup, and then grabbed my backpack. I texted Vannie to come one block away so my brothers wouldn't see. I walked down the stairs about to walk out of the front door, when Nico my brother asked,” Aren't you going to eat breakfast?”. I didn’t answer him and just ran out and down the street to Vanne’s car. “Hey princess”, “Hi” I mutter blushing at the nickname. I've learned that he calls me that out of consciousness and I think it's so cute.

He dropped me off and waited for me to go inside before pulling off. I go to our lockers and see Callie, we are locker buddies. After we hug and go our separate ways to our classes. My first period is Gym, I HATE gym. I went to the gym and found out there were only 2 girls including me. I was pissed but I tried to stay calm and just went into the girl's locker room. I walked in, said hi to the other girl and sat my bag down, and started changing. When I finished changing I started looking for my scrunchie just in case. After I grabbed my scrunchie I walked out into the gym.

As I walked out I saw Vannie. I had no words, I didn't even know he went to this school, and I swear I saw him pull off. The coach waited for everybody else and then told us we would be racing outside. He took us to the track field and he said to line up. Once everybody was lined up. He yelled “Go”, and all of us ran. I started making my way up to the front and ended up winning second place. Vannie won first place of course, and he then turned to me and said, “Good job princess”. I glared at him and we all returned to the gym to grab our bags. The rest of my classes were ok, they were kind of boring, well until lunch. I was waiting in line for my lunch when I looked beside me and Vannie was there.

As I went into my wallet to pay for my lunch. Vannie pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and paid for both of ours. “Thanks Vannie,” I say as I walk away. “No problem princess,” he says. I blush softly walking to the table Callie is at. Callie sees me blushing and makes an oooooh sound. I shake it off and tell her it's nothing. For the rest of lunch, we gossip and then we head back to our lockers. As soon as we get there over the intercom Callie’s name is called, “Callie, Callie to the front office please”. We say bye and she walks away, after I’m done grabbing my stuff I close my locker.

I jumped because a boy with dark curly hair stood right before me. I think his name was Jake. He was hiding behind my locker. He then says, “Hey cutie I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me”. As he winked at me. Then he grabs me by my waist and pulls me closer. I feel very uncomfortable and try to wiggle out. Then I hear in a stern cold voice, “Let her go now”.

As Vannie says to Jake to let me go, Vannie yanks the boy back, closes my locker, and grabs my wrist pulling me away. I stop him and say, “Thanks”. “No problem”, Vannie says walking away. I stand there for a minute to process what just happened. Then I shake it off and walk to my next class. After school I look for Callie but can’t find her anywhere, I pull out my phone and text Callie asking where she is. She texted back saying that she had to go home. I put my phone back in my back pocket and take a deep breath. Thinking about how I would get home because my brothers had already been picked up. And I know Dad will have a fit if I ask him, so I just decide to take the bus.

I walk to the bus stop and sit on the bench. Forty-five minutes passed and still, no bus, and my phone died so I couldn’t text anybody to pick me up. Five minutes later a car pulls up, the window rolls down and I see it's Vannie. “Get in the car princess,” he says, “Fine”, you say as you get in the passenger seat. Even though Vannie doesn't like my brothers he still wanted to walk me inside. When Kai opens the door he loves livid, “WHERE WERE YOU ISABELLA '', “I didn’t have a ride I’m sorry” you say. Kia sighs and pulls me inside glaring at Vannie, I see Vannie’s hand fist up but I don’t say anything.

Once I get inside all my brothers start yelling at me all at the same time. I was annoyed and angry and that for some reason made me start crying. Out of instinct I call Vannie and he answers on the second ring.

Vannie: Hey princess

Isabella: Hey um… can you um..

Vannie: On my way

He leaves the chat and in 5 minutes I hear a banging on my window.

My brothers and dad continued arguing and Vannie pounded on the window lightly to let him in. I had already started crying and I opened the window with tears on my face. Cam took one look at me and ran in locking the door behind him. He hugged me as I sobbed, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the bed. He held me while I was sobbing uncontrollably, as we cuddled for the rest of the time

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In the morning my brothers banged on the door to let them in as usual. We woke up in a panic and I told him to hide under my bed. Once I saw that he was fully under there I opened the door. Turning and signaling for Vannie to stay quiet. My brothers ran In but instead of trashing my stuff, they apologized for yelling at me yesterday.

I forgave them as they slowly walked out glancing into my room. I closed and locked my door and told Vannie all clear. He got out from underneath my bed and smirked at me. He walked closer to me and pulled me close, grabbing my waist with one of his hands. His lips softly graced mine as we almost kissed. I pushed him off of me and he said in a husky tone, “I know we just met but I would like to get to know you”. “I don’t get this”, “you're not supposed to get this, just try it,” he says walking closer to me. “I’m just confused, how can you like me and we just met”. I say in a questioning tone, “To me it feels like I’ve known you my whole life” he says. “But what about my brothers?” I say, “Heck with him, they're not going to stop me from liking you!” He says Passionately.

I blush when he says that, he grabs me by my waist again and kisses me. I feel like I’m in my books. We stop kissing after like five seconds and just end up cuddling, until my brother Pierce knocks on the door reminding me about school. I hurry up and get ready in the bathroom. Then I tell Vannie to get out through the window so my brothers don’t see him. I walked downstairs grabbing breakfast on the way out, which was just bacon. Just in time to meet Callie in her car. I jump in her car as she speeds off on the way to school. As I am at my locker I feel someone tap my back. It is Vannie he asks me, “Hey, want me to walk you to class?” “Sure,” I say, feeling butterflies in my stomach. As he walks me to class I try to tame the butterflies for my own good.

[missmcspooks]

SURVIVING ABDUCTION: Lisa McVey

Lisa McVey was a 17 year old girl who was abducted and raped by a serial killer in 1984. This woman is one of the smartest survivors I’ve ever learned about, as she was able to manipulate her captor into setting her free. I strongly recommend watching the movie based on this case, called “Believe Me.” 

Who Is Lisa McVey?

Lisa was born in March of 1967, in Tampa, Florida. She had a really hard time growing up, as her mother, who was addicted to drugs and alcohol, forced her to move in with her grandmother and grandmother's boyfriend at 14. Prior to this, she was in and out of foster homes. Her grandmother’s boyfriend would molest her often for three years straight, while holding a gun to her head, and her grandmother never did anything to stop it. It’s because of this abuse that helped aid in her survival when she met serial killer and rapist, Bobby Joe Young. She knew how to handle herself in those situations, and she knew how to keep herself alive. Due to her abuse at home, she had planned to commit suicide after work that very same night she was abducted. Ironically, once she was in that life or death situation, she suddenly had the will to live, and decided it wasn’t time for her to die. 

Who Was Bobby Joe Long?

Bobby was born on October 14th, 1953, in Kenova, West Virginia, and moved to Tampa in 1983. He was a serial killer and rapist who targeted women in the Tampa Bay area, and killed at least 10 women. He was born with an extra X chromosome, also known as 47,XXY, a specific variant of Klinefelter syndrome. This condition results in excessive estrogen production, causing some female traits such as breast development. Due to this condition, he was teased as a child for his large breasts and underwent breast reduction surgery when he was a teenager. He had also suffered multiple head injuries as a child resulting from diverse accidents. He married his high school girlfriend in 1974 and had two kids with her before she filed for divorce in 1980. Bobby Joe committed at least 50 rapes in Miami. Whenever he was with a woman alone, he’d go to the bathroom to take out his “rape kit,” come back, and rape and rob the woman. He was convicted of rape in 1981 but requested a new trial and somehow the charges were dropped. After moving to Tampa in 1984, he spent eight months on a murder spree. 

Lisa McVey’s Abduction

On November 3rd, 1984, Lisa was riding home from work on her bicycle when she was found and snatched by Bobby Joe. She was thrown into the backseat of his car, held at gunpoint, blindfolded, bound, and raped. She was then brought to his apartment and repeatedly raped and tortured for the next 26 hours. Due to her experience with abuse, Bobby noticed that she wasn’t like the others. She didn’t try to run, she didn’t scream, she didn’t cry, and she obeyed. Later he would say that Lisa was “different.” Lisa relied on her memory and her ability to keep an eye out on specific details. How many turns were made from her abduction point, what she was able to see under her blindfold, the kind of car, the color of the cars interior, how many steps were taken up to his apartment, how his face felt, what his dominant hand was, that he was extremely clean (he made her shower once she was in his apartment), where his boots were placed, etc. Additionally, as part of her manipulation tactic, she tried to sympathize with him by telling him that he wasn’t really such a bad person, that she saw good in him and that he deserved to be loved, and even offered to be his secret girlfriend. Then, she tried to gain sympathy from him by telling him that she really needed to survive, as she is her fathers sole caregiver, and he was very sick and needed her. This was the final straw that persuaded him to let her go. He drove her to a remote location while blindfolded and told her to keep the blindfold on for 5 minutes so he could get away. 

When she returned home, she was scolded and beaten by her grandmother's boyfriend, and neither of them initially believed her story. It took them 5 hours before finally calling the police. What makes matters worse, most of the officers didn’t believe her story either for some reason, besides one officer in particular. She told the police all the information she had, and even made sure she left fingerprints in multiple areas of the bathroom to prove that she was really there. Through her description of the man and the details of the route they took, they were able to find Bobby Joe’s apartment, and went to hunt him down. He was found on November 16th, 1984, at a movie theater looking for a sex worker. He killed two more women before he was caught. He said that the police never would’ve found him if he didn’t let her live. On September 23rd, 1985, he pleaded guilty to his kidnapping and assault of Lisa McVey, and to an additional eight counts of first degree murder, eight counts of kidnapping, and seven counts of sexual battery. He received life sentences on every count in Hillsborough County. Additionally, he received two death sentences for the murders of Michelle Denise Simms and Virginia Johnson. 

He was executed by lethal injection on May 23rd, 2019, and Lisa and the one other survivor were present at his execution. Lisa later became a sheriff, and also works at a middle school as a resource officer, teaching students how to handle potentially dangerous situations. 

THE KNOWN VICTIMS

Artiss "Ann" Wick, 20 – killed on March 27, 1984

Nguyen Thi Long, 19 – killed on May 13, 1984

Michelle Denise Simms, 22 – killed on May 27, 1984

Linda Nuttall, 33 – assaulted in May 1984; survived

Elizabeth Loudenback, 22 – killed on June 8, 1984

Vicky Marie Elliott, 21 – killed on September 7, 1984

Chanel Devoun Williams, 18 – killed on October 7, 1984

Karen Beth Dinsfriend, 28 – killed on October 14, 1984

Kimberly Kyle Hopps, 22 – killed on October 31, 1984

Lisa McVey, 17 – assaulted, raped on November 3, 1984; survived

Virginia Lee Johnson, 18 – killed on November 6, 1984

Kim Marie Swann, 21 – killed on November 11, 1984

[madame-wilsonn]

Midnights: Chapter 7

MASTERLIST — MIDNIGHTS MASTERLIST

Summary: Tommy’s demons are haunting him with thoughts and ideas that could lead him to do an irrevocable act, standing on a bridge

A/N: and another depressing chapter for you all to enjoy! I got inspired by the episode 4 from season 5 (and by inspired I mean “watched the same 10 minutes over and over until I had them engraved in my memory) and it’s the first chapter set in s5. From now on, there will be less and less time jumps but I wanted to address that particular scene because it seemed important. Anywayyy enjoy and see you next week!! <3

Warnings: mentions of suicide, dead people and ghosts

Word count: 1,192 words

It wasn’t the blue stone, Tommy. It was you. It was you.

She stood in the corner of the room, appearing in the dimly lit office, the chain of necklace jingling as it moved. Grace always visited him at night, she waited for the clear sun to disappear to strike, hit him when he was the most vulnerable.

Her voice rang in the empty room. Tommy could feel her heartbeat slowing down as she clutched the sapphire close to her chest. There was blood dripping down her hands, staining the luxurious carpet. Grace was gasping, her breaths more and more shallow.

Tommy didn’t look at her. If he ignored her, she would go away. Her apparitions became less and less comforting as time passed. At first, she helped him, made him feel the warmth he craved. Now, he felt haunted by her. She reminded him of his faults, stirred the knife of guilt into unhealed wounds.

It seemed like hours had passed when finally, the ominous presence vanished. Tommy slumped in his chair, the ache in his head intensifying. His clenched fists were sore, his nails digging his skin. He reached for the drawer next to his hand, his fingers grazing the cold barrel of the revolver. The feeling seemed to bring some clarity inside his mind, the blurry haze the wraith had diffused disappearing.

Tommy finally grabbed his cap, closed the door of his office and exited the House of Commons. He was suffocating in that study. He needed to think. Alone.

He took his car and drove through the streets of London, aimlessly. He didn’t know where he was going, he didn’t know anything anymore. The car stopped, Tommy didn’t realize he had pushed the button. His hand opened the door, his feet stepped out. He was moving, he could feel himself moving but he didn’t have any control anymore. It wasn’t him who chose to walk on the bridge. His arm reached for a lamppost, his feet climbed on the edge—the sheltering barrier between the world of the living and the dead.

Tommy almost heaved, the sudden void under him making his stomach churn. His mum went that way. She stepped into the Canal, back in Small Heath. Uncle Charlie told him everything.

Tommy remembered the months before her death. She would mutter all day long, even if nobody was in the room. She said it was the spirits, they kept her company. His mother was a sad woman. She was sad because she had no choice. Nowhere to escape. Until Charlie told her to leave for some time. That’s when she came back with the white pony.

Tommy loved that horse because suddenly, his mum wasn’t so sad anymore. She would smile at him and she didn’t speak to the spirits as much. He thought it was over. The spirits and the seances, all that shit was over. His mum was home now, it would be okay.

A few weeks later, Charlie pulled her body out of the Cut.

Tommy used to be scared of her as a boy. Now he understood how she felt. He was nowhere near the condition of his mother. His spouse didn’t come home drunk every night to beat him, he wasn’t poor or had too many mouths to feed. But he felt the same longing. A yearning for death, a yearning for the void, for a place where he wouldn’t have to ache anymore.

His mum used the pills to get away, he had his precious vial of opium.

The situations were different but they were the same. He didn’t even see it coming. He had spent so many years trying not to be his father that he ended up like his mum.

As he stood on the bridge, so close to the edge, he realized he could leave like she did. Relax his sore limbs and let go. Immerse himself in the cold, dark waters and allow it to get inside his lungs. He wouldn’t fight it, wouldn’t try to escape. He would just welcome the sweet burn forewarning of the eternal darkness. Death. Peace.

There was no point in fighting anymore. The family was falling apart, his children were terrified of him, Lizzie loathed the mere sight of him—she wanted to get a divorce. It made him chuckle. A fucking divorce. He couldn’t blame her. Hell, he was surprised he didn’t wake up to an empty house and packed suitcases already. But her anger—although justified—made him understand his presence became more and more of a burden. He was a liability, there was no point in apologizing. It wouldn’t change much.

But Tommy could free them. He could allow his family to be happy. They would live off of the money he had made. Lizzie would find someone— a good man, and Charlie and Ruby would be raised properly. They would be loved. They would be happy. They wouldn’t have to worry about him screaming anymore.

Tommy considered all of his cards, all of his options and death…death seemed like the only solution. He glanced at the water under his feet. One move and it would all be over. Just let go, Tom. Let go.

But Tommy saw a boat, a boat on the river. It looked familiar at first, then he recognized it. The January. His dad’s boat. The boat he was born on.

Grace was there. She lay in a heap of coal, her eyes looking up towards the bridge. But she wasn’t alone. No, he was there too. His own self seemed to call out for him. They stared at each other and Tommy understood. His reflection drove the boat away, following the dark waters, sinking into the night.

From the bridge, he observed the scene like the path he had to follow. It was the only way. Charlie told him his grandfather went the same way. He killed himself. He said that sometimes, these kind of things ran in families. Maybe they did, maybe Tommy’s fate was to jump from a bridge and die. Die the same way he felt, the same way he lived. Alone.

Who would find him?

For a moment, Tommy wondered. Would Lizzie be worried he didn’t come home? Would he be found by some random man, early in the morning and get recognized as Mr. Shelby, MP? He tried to imagine his family, Polly, Arthur getting the phone call and rushing to the hospital. But they weren’t crying. Nobody was sad. It didn’t seem to change anything, except that now, the weight was lifted.

Once, Polly had told him he had to shake hands with the devil and walk away. But what happened when he couldn’t walk away from it? What happened when the devil cornered him on a barge in ominous waters? All these years, Tommy thought he had walked away, that he was past that but it was an illusion, a vicious trick from his mind.

He couldn’t walk away because there was nowhere to go. Tommy was still on the boat. He had never gotten off of it, he never will.

And only the January could take him away.

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show me how|chapter 10

Content warnings: brief smut, cursing, angst(??)

Word count: 2.5K

Song for this chapter: Blue Jeans by Lana Del Rey

Song link: https://open.spotify.com/track/4jZWeEaLCnwYtLnVEN6BYV?si=34fe3c001a884db0

March 18th, 2022

It was currently 5:15 in the morning. 2 hours before school started. What you and Billy were doing up this early, fucking for that matter, was beyond you. Billy had miraculously convinced your parents to let him sleep over. Which meant a lot of sex between the both of you. You guys had went at it at least 2 times the night before. Billy’s stamina was pretty impressive. His hand was currently covering your mouth, preventing the escape of any moans. All that left your lips was tiny whimpers that engulfed the inside of Hargrove’s palm. 10 minutes went by and the both of you ended up finishing, laying beside each other as you removed yourself from Billy’s length.

You turned over to your bedside table and checked your phone for the time. 5:25. You began to scroll through your phone since you still had a good chunk of time until you had to get ready. Billy turned over to you and stared, a smile plastered on his face.

“I mean, I’m always down for another round.” 

You laughed quietly as you punched Billy in the arm. “What has you so horny lately?” You questioned.

“Is it so bad to say that I missed you? It had been awhile since we last did it. Don’t even get me started on your body-” Billy cut himself off as he rushed a hand down your stomach. You swatted his advances away. 

“Tempting, but we literally have to be at school in less than 2 hours. Also, don’t forget you’re the one who’s giving us a ride.” You reminded him as you rolled out of your bed and began to start your morning routine. Billy continued to lay on the bed. He looked out your bedroom window and onto the empty street below. The faint sound of water running came from the bathroom. You were showering. Billy’s thoughts went right back to you.

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You were sat down in your 2nd period class. English always bored you. Being in honors English made it more unbearable. It was always the same to you. Sit down, read a book that didn’t make any sense, write multiple paragraphs on concepts you didn’t understand. You just couldn’t wait to get out of Hawkins. This town was not made for someone like you. Or Billy for that matter. 2 big city, sun kissed skin kids stuck in a pale, boring, sad town. 

You and Billy had been planning to go back to your home state as soon as the school year was over. The 2 of you had been saving up money for months. It was enough to at least get a 1 bedroom once you got out there. 

Your daydreaming about a different life came to a halt as the bell rung, signaling it was time for you to make your way to the next class. You slung your back pack around your shoulders and made your way into the crowded halls. There was no chance of you being able to see billy as his class was on the opposite side of the building. Venturing it alone wasn’t all to bad. Gave you a lot of time to think and people watch. It was a relatively short commute from English to History. On your way you spotted Steve. His pair of eyes immediately caught yours and he gave you a sympathetic stare. You were puzzled. Even from his body language alone you could tell that he was less tense. You took this as a hopeful sign.

The rest of the first half of the day went by per usual. It was Finally lunch time. You made your way to Billy’s car where you usually met him. 

You opened the door that led into the parking lot. Billy immediately spotted you and smiled. You made your way over to the Camaro as he eyed you up and down, a smirk on his face.

“You look sexy.” He said.

“You literally saw me get dressed this morning.” You smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Billy looked up and saw Steve staring at the both of you. He was sitting by himself on a bench.

“The fuck is he looking at?” The sudden hostile energy caught your attention and looked up to see what the commotion was. Billy was looking at Steve. Oh fuck.

“Billy, no. You’re not gonna start anything again. I don’t need you beating anyone’s ass today.” Your orders were followed. Billy was silent. All he could do was give Steve the death glare. Both of you hopped into the Camaro and sped out of the parking lot to satisfy your hunger.

You and Billy decided to go back to his house for lunch. Nobody was home and being alone together sounded like an amazing idea. As the two of you entered the home Billy threw you onto the couch and began to make out with you. The feeling was reciprocated and you gave into the kiss. It was brief but passionate. He pulled away and stared at you.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” All you did was smile back at him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before getting up from the couch.

“Do you have anything to eat?” You asked as you started to head towards the kitchen.

“Probably left over pizza again. You know Neil’s dead-beat ass doesn’t make food.” Billy remarked as he scrolled on his phone. You were met with that very sight. A Tupperware container full of pepperoni pizza. You got the both of you 2 slices and heated them up in the microwave. Billy began to make his way over to the kitchen.

“I’ve noticed Harrington staring at you a lot lately. He’s gotten quiet too. Wonder if I need to beat his ass again.” Billy spoke out. You looked at him with the “really? this again?” face.

“Billy we’ve been over this. Multiple times. Even earlier today. You can’t just keep fighting him. Why do you guys even do this to each other?” You questioned. Now that you thought about it, Neither Billy or Steve elaborated on why they loathed each other. You just knew as soon as you came here, they despised one another.

“Couldn’t tell you. It’s always been like this.” Billy said, almost laughing. He had the most smug look on his face. It’s like he had no regret for his actions. You were fed up. Sick and tired of this meaningless feud that was going on between the two boys. 

“I’m serious. How can you be so nonchalant about this? Your obsession with ruining Steve’s life is insane.” You spoke, your temper rising.

“Obsession? Where did that even come from. You’re not even making sense.” Billy’s temper was rising as well. 

You grabbed your phone and backpack as you headed out the front door. “I’m leaving.” 

“The fuck? Cmon’ Y/N you’re being dramatic.” Billy remarked.

“No I’m not. I’m sick and tired of hearing about this beef between the both of you that isn’t even going to matter in two months when we graduate.” You were moments away from stepping outside.

“Well how do you even plan on getting back to school?” Hargrove questioned.

“I’ll walk.”

“No you won’t.”

You took one last look at Billy, slammed the door, and stormed off. The house was now empty. Billy was there all alone. His mind was eating at him. Not only because he had disappointed you, but You were right. This obsession with belittling Steve, making his life a living hell, What was it for? How did it come about? Not even Billy could tell. He made his way to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. A loud scream followed. This was the rare occasion that he hated his reflection.

The transitional air of march hit your face as you walked down the sidewalks of Hawkins. Not too cold and not hot enough. You didn’t understand the fighting between Steve and Billy. Everyone you asked about didn’t have a concrete answer. “So did this shit just pop up out of thin air?” you thought. Part of you wish you hadn’t blown up at Billy. He lived 10 minutes from the school. Meaning the walk was gonna be at least 30 minutes. You knew this walk would be miserable. But, you knew he had to here it at some point. There was no point in both of the boys to fight anymore. Especially with graduation right around the corner.

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Lunch had already ended. It was at least 20 minutes into the next class period. Billy didn’t care though. He had just now pulled out of the driveway and started his commute. He sulked in his seat as Nirvana blasted on his radio. If it was completely up to him, He would’ve just stayed home and smoked weed for the remainder of the day. But you made him realize that he needed to let this childish year long dispute to rest.

He pulled into the Hawkin’s High parking lot and turned off his car. He sat there for a second, scrambling for the right words to say. It soon came to him. He got out of his car and made his way over to the school building. Billy honestly thought that it was gonna take a while to find Steve. But alas, There he was, Sitting on a bench alone writing in a notebook. It was good to know Billy wasn’t the only one who planned on skipping class. Hargrove approached him.

“Billy, please, not right now.” Was all Steve said, his eyes never leaving the notebook. The mullet haired boy was taken back. He had put his hands on Steve so many times that it made him weak. Defenseless. He didn’t even wanna fight anymore.

Billy scratched the back of his head. “I’m not here to start shit. Quite the opposite actually.” Steve’s head was kept down on the paper. He wasn’t convinced. Billy sighed. “Look-” He took a seat besides the darker haired boy. “See, I’m not trying to fight you.” Steve’s guard was noticeably dropped and he finally took his eyes off of what he had been writing. 

“So?”

“This rivalry between us, we have to stop. It's torn up your friendship with Y/N and it’s starting to effect my relationship with them.” Steve was taken back. He never thought that this day would come. The day where both sides of this war would draw their weapons. It was almost too weird.

“You’ve got to be pulling some shit with me. I’m not stupid Hargrove.” Steve remarked.

“I’m not. I promise you. I just want Y/N to be happy. I really care about them and I’ve seen how your guys’ friendship becoming almost non existent has effected them. It sucks. They want you back in their life so bad. I don’t want Y/N to be unhappy without you anymore.” Billy confessed. It became real to Harrington now. This was in fact, not a joke. Billy was actually trying to drop this cliche high school rivalry. Steve didn’t realize how defeated Billy looked. It almost looked like he was going to break down and cry.

Steve thought for a moment. About how this whole situation had taken a toll on him as well. He started skipping class so he wouldn’t have to see Billy. His grades were dropping. He lost all his motivation in general. Most importantly, he missed Y/N. 

“We both care about the same thing. Y/N. I want them to be as happy as you do. If that means we need to mature and be civil in order to make that happen, then I’m all for it.” Steve agreed. A sign of relief washed over Billy. “I appreciate you doing this though. Don’t tell me you’re about to mature Hargrove.”

Billy smiled back. “Who said that?” He got up from the bench and stood over Steve. “Wanna smoke? As a sign of new beginnings,.. or some shit.”

Steve shrugged. “Lead the way.” He said as he got up from the bench and followed Billy back to his car.

You were sat up in your bedroom typing out the last of your college admission essay. UCLA was your goal. It was convenient for you and Billy. Two kids wanting to go back to the ‘golden state’ and start a new life.

You hadn’t spoken to Billy at all since lunch. In all honesty, You weren’t sure of what to say. Everything that needed to be said was spoken. But that didn’t mean that you didn’t feel guilty. You hadn’t blown up at him like that in a long time. You could text him right now if you wanted. Facetime him even. But the courage was not in your system right now. The best option in your mind was too let this all blow over and talk to him tomorrow.

A sudden flurry of knocks came from your bedroom window and startled you. You automatically knew who it was. You made your way over to the window and opened it up. It was Billy on the top of the trellis that sat outside your room. He held up a decent wad of cash.

“Billy. Who the fuck did you rob?” You asked, concerned for the boy.

“Neil.”

You gave him a look that was similar to what a mother would give to her child when they disappointed her. “You know what he’s gonna do once he finds out.”

Billy finally made his way through the window and was now standing in your bedroom. “He’s too drunk off his ass to notice.” He took your hand and sat the both of you down on your bed. “Listen I have shit I need to say. You were right. The way I was acting with Steve ruined your friendship with him. What you told me earlier made me realize that I need to let this shit go. Especially since we won’t even be in this town in 2 months. I’m sorry baby.” He expressed his regret.

You kissed him on his cheek and smiled. “The fact that you did all this self-change for me is so sexy. I love you Billy.”

“I love you too Y/N.” Once the awkwardness in the room passed, Billy held up the cash again. “Now what do we do with this?”

“Food and the arcade?”

“Wow, look at you. Spending stolen cash like a criminal.” Billy spoke sarcastically. “Also, I thought you were all about being mature?”

“If you’re doing self-change then I can too. It’s time to be more free.”

Billy smirked. “Never thought I would see this side of you Y/N. It’s hot.” He pulled you in for a short but heated kiss. “Race you to my car.” Both of you shot up from your bed and raced down the stairs, then out the door where you quickly grabbed your shoes. The race continued down the driveway. You touched the door first.

“I win.” You grinned. Billy mirrored the same gesture back at you. Both of you jumped into the Camaro and sped off. Into the dark streets of Hawkins and off to wherever the night brought to the both of you.

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