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came-like-a-postcard · 8 months

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which direction...

CHAPTER TWO

warnings: smut (oral (f-recieving), p in v, idk all the specifics lmao sorry those are like the two biggies), raging british accent

author's note: hey hey! so this is the second chapter of which direction, and ngl it was a toughie to write lol. I've really only dabbled in writing smut before, so I'll just apologize in advance lol. I wrote this chapter and tried to make all the descriptions as like wattpad-2015-help-my-mom-sold-me-to-one-direction as I could, so I hope that mission at least was achieved 🫡

hope it fulfills your cheesiest fantasies!!

🫶, C

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“Are you alright, love?” He spoke, as he helped me find my footing. I couldn’t even respond, I was too distracted by the fact that he had a raging British accent.

“Love, can you hear me?” He spoke again – this time louder, this time more British.

“Yes!” I rushedly exclaimed, “Yes, I can hear you perfectly fine- sorry! I was just..um I was…I was distracted.”

“Distracted?” He asked as a coy smirk began to show with the upturn of half his grin.

I felt the burn of my cheeks as I could only imagine the blood rushing into my face, turning me a bright tomato red I’m sure. It was embarrassing to say the least.

Here I was, swooning in the arms of the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, with his arms still around me, his hands still providing stability to my delicate figure. His arms relaxed around my waist as his fingers gave a whispered touch to the small of my back, the break in my outfit, my naked, exposed skin against the softness of his fingertips. This man clearly knew how to moisturize.

“Might I ask what’s distracting you?” He says, speaking just loud enough over the club’s music. I could still barely hear him over the pounding of my heart, beating louder than the club’s electrifying emphasis on the music’s bass that was practically shaking the whole building.

His hands retreated from my skin, returning to either side of his body, with one taking place in the pocket of his clearly expensive suit jacket. I craved for the soft tingles of his touch to return as soon as possible.

Well…um…you, actually.” I admitted. It was one of those drunken thoughts that just slips out, my lack of sobriety equivalent to a flowing river lacking a dam, ready to flood the town at a minute’s notice. I could spend the whole night telling Harry how damn gorgeous he is.

As if my wishes had been willed to life, Harry’s free hand fell to my hip, the other mirroring the movement immediately, moving slowly, moving sensually from my hip to my waist to the cheeky plush of my ass and back again.

“Yeah?” He muttered with the smirk on his perfectly pink lips softening to match a gaze of pure lust.

“Yeah…” I repeated, almost shaky with my tone. My legs felt weak and my knees were practically trembling. I could feel the heat that had begun to burn in my core, the wetness that began to build in my most pleasurable crevice. His hands settled at my waist, suddenly pulling me closer to him, like an open invitation for what the night could bring.

“Well there’s an easy solution to that, love.”

***

The Uber was full of tantalizing touches and promiscuous threats of just what would go down when we arrived at Harry’s rental house.

“I’m in town on business with four co-workers.” He explained. “They won’t mind, right?” I asked back – as if I would’ve cared anyways. Frankly, I would’ve let this man take me right there in the bar with everyone watching. I’m sure he would’ve done it too.

“Don’t worry darling, Niall and Liam are probably passed out already and Louis is likely too busy getting high to even notice.”

“I thought you said you had four roommates that you’re here with?” I asked with a slight tilt in my tone.

“I do – Zayn is in and out. He’s in Japan at the moment. We tend to be in one place for six to seven months for our work.”

“Ahh. Got it.” I said, finding comfort in his assurance. Not that I needed it. My confidence was higher than ever and I was ready to get back out there with a bang.

***

The front door was red. Or at least I think it was. I was too busy with Harry’s tongue gaining entry into my mouth in a kiss that quite literally was taking my breath away – my legs hooked around his waist and his hands spread on my ass to carry me over the threshold and through the main room of the house before we entered a room that surely must’ve been his.

He moaned into the kiss before breaking back to set me down on the bed, his hands moving to the dainty clasp on the back of my top. Not even hesitating, he pulled at the silver fabric with one strong pull, ripping the strapless top off my torso. I hadn’t worn any kind of bra underneath so suddenly, my nipples met the brisk air of his room as my back arched towards Harry and my head fell back, the unraveled curls of my raven-colored hair falling back gracefully.

“You’re gorgeous.” Harry said aloud.

I smiled at him.

“You too.”

He smirked before pushing me back on the bed and kissing on my left breast, occasionally nipping at my supple skin or my sensitive bud. His lips traveled into the valley between my breasts as his large hand found a home stimulating my right breast, with his other hand tracing down my body towards the wetness that had accumulated, barely held back by the thong I’d chosen for the evening.

His fingers found the zipper on the side of my skirt and he effortlessly unzipped and tugged the material off of my legs. His eyes fell to meet the sheer lace of my lingerie, as a look of prideful lust fell across his face.

“All this for me, love?” He said in the most taunting of tones.

I gave him a grin worthy of the devil, letting out a sultry giggle.

“You and only you, baby.”

You would’ve thought that Harry ate women out for a living, because the man got straight into it, immediately parting my folds with the tip of his tongue. Not missing a beat, he maneuvered my thighs to rest atop his shoulders, the slick dew of sweat forming where my bare skin met the fabric of his t-shirt.

I felt the burning pleasure build up in the depths of my body, getting bigger, better, closer to the first of what I could only imagine would be the first of many orgasms throughout the night.

“Fuck love, you taste so good.” Harry said in between breaths before diving right back in. He knew I was close. He had to. I was whimpering like crazy, barely able to keep any noise in. If this man was this good with his mouth, I could only imagine what it’d be like when his cock came into play.

The pleasure coursing through my body had met it’s max, and I felt the entrance to my slit contracting in sensationally stimulating pulses as the climax of my orgasm seeped out of my being and right into the warmth of Harry’s mouth.

This man was a god and eating pussy was his most dangerous weapon.

Harry looked up to meet my gaze, grinning like he was the devil himself.

“Not bad, huh?” He said in a sneeringly confident whisper, rising to stand tall before me. I shifted to sit up slightly, leaning back on my elbows as the man before brought his hands to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. As the fabric uncovered his body, every inch of Harry’s deliciously glistening torso was revealed to my eyes. It was like being bathed in the presence of a Greek god.

“Tad hot in here, isn’t it, Love?” He said, smirking.

I sat up, moving my hands to the brass buckle

of his leather belt, in the most sultry of motions undoing it.

“Let me make you feel good.” I told him, practically begging.

I’d begun to unzip his jeans as his fingers met my chin, bringing my gaze up so I was forced to look him in the eye once more.

“Darling, I’d love nothing more than to give you a taste of me, but right now, all I want is to get inside of you, to really feel you.”

This was insane. This was unbelievable.

As he reached for a condom from the folds of his wallet, all I could think about was the fact that I was right here, right now, in the hands of who could only be the sexiest man alive.

He’s British. He has washboard abs. He-

Harry’s pants fell to swarm around his ankles, revealing the godly sized bulge covered by the cloth of his tight boxers.

Of fucking course, he’s got a big dick.

My ex was four and a half inches. My high school boyfriend was six. Harry was bigger than I’d ever seen, bigger than I’d ever had.

His gorgeously tanned hands pushed the boxers down, revealing the immaculate, ultimate prophet of his masculinity, inch by inch. This man was easily eight inches long, with a girth that I knew would just destroy me. I suddenly lost all intention of walking out of this room in the morning.

He’d barely yet entered me before I could already feel the burn, like a wildfire blazing through a forest. Harry’s hands reached out to tuck the loose strands of my soft hair behind the nooks of my ears, then fell to brush my supple breasts – squeezing ever so gently at the mammary tissue, as I let out a soft, yearning moan. One hand held my waist as the other gently pushed me down to lay back on the bed.

Harry’s lips met mine once more as he gracefully moved my body further back on the bed, my thighs perfectly encompassing his hips as we both felt the elephant in the room between us. His hand reached down to grasp his penis, rubbing the red, red tip at my entrance, applying just the slightest of pressure.

“Please Harry….I need you in me.”

“Whatever you say, darling.”

And that was when euphoria hit. Every inch of him entered me, pushing deeper, further, stretching me out more than I’d ever been before. This is what heaven felt like, it just had to be. I felt his hips rock back, him almost entirely exiting me, before a hard thrust once again rendered the pleasure that would fill me with each and every thrust he gave.

This couldn’t be real. This pleasure was far too good to even exist in the cruel world surrounding us. How could wars be so brutal, people be so evil, when pleasure could be so delicate, so enticing yet so immaculately, irreplaceably perfect?

Harry’s thrusts stayed constant, strong, and determined as his soul diving into mine lifted me higher, closer to my next climax of the night.

“Fuck me Harry.”

“Already doing that, love.” He said between ragged grunts. “Never fucked as pussy this devine, darling. You’re so tight for me”

“You’re just so big- fuck. Never had anyone as big as you.”

Harry grinned at that and I could practically feel the energy in his thrusts gain on me, hitting deeper, ramming my g-spot with everything he had. I let out a moan that his neighbors simply had to have heard.

“Fuck, angel baby. Louder for me.”

Of course this fucker would be hot for vocal girls.

“Darling, I’m so close right now. I want to come with you, are you there?”

He couldn’t have asked at any better time, as I was on the brink of glory.

“I’m right there baby, right there with you.”

It was that moment where my core exploded with more passion than I’d ever felt before. I could feel the thick milk of his seed fill me with warmth. His thrusts got slow, sloppy as his face was almost painful with pleasure.

He pulled out of me to plop down beside me on the bed.

“That was incredible. Are you hungry?”

#harry styles smut #harry styles #liam payne #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #niall horan #zayn is in japan #smut #sorry in advance #🫡#murica #edge of glory #lady gaga #bad romance #silly goofy #one direction

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twopoppies · 5 months

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Hello, Gina. I’m looking for a fic that I only read once. It probably will be hard to find...all I remember is that Louis is a cashier and harry has a crush on him, so he keeps going to the store to see Louis. One day he sees Louis at the cash register and picks up the first thing he finds and he doesn’t notice that he’s in the condoms/lube aisle so he picks up a pack of extra large condoms (something like that) and when it’s his turn to pay the cash register stops working so all the attention is on him and Louis goes there to help and notices the condoms and tells harry something like “big night?” Harry is really embarrassed. I also remember that harry has a really big crush on Louis and he always tells niall/liam about it.

In the end harry and louis meet officially and Louis asks why he was buying those condoms and harry tells him that he picked up the first thing he found, like he wasn’t even looking.

Sorry if this is hard to find. But I see that you and your followers/anons are really helpful and can easily find fics. I really hope you guys can help me. ☺️

Oh, damn. That sounds vaguely familiar, but I can’t recall the fic.

Does this description ring a bell for anyone?

#lost and found

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rogue205 · 6 months

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Okay so both Katniss and Gale have been all but whitewashed in the Hunger Games movies(I love Woody Harrelson to bits but damn, Haymitch sure got makeover too).

Nothing against Liam or Jennifer but I’m curious to see how people would cast them based on their book descriptions. I don’t really have a fan cast in mind for Peeta but I wouldn’t have cast Josh Hutcherson given Jenn had no real chemistry with him(or Liam really).

But my fan cast for Gale Hawthorne and Katniss Everdeen would be these two(her with grey eyes of course)

What are some others or what do you guys think?

#the hunger games #hunger games #gale hawthorne #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #fan casting #fan cast #I kind of like the look of Alex Lange for Peeta #but then realized he looks too much like my fan cast for Gale only light colored #so i don't know

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 7 days

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🐺 Cabin Fever

Cabin Fever: Klementyna Stilinski is Stiles’s older sister and Allison’s closest friend. She is absolutely in love with Chris Argent and after the Darach starts targeting virgins, and almost gets her, she is sent out of Beacon Hills for her protection. Much to her embarrassment.

Warnings: Language, Wound Description, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No) (Birth Control Pills are NOT a 100% Guarantee!).

To Note: Chris Argent x NAMED!FemStilinski!Reader.

Word Count: ~9.4k

Your arms and neck stung as you struggled against the wire cutting into your skin. Lines of crimson were already trailing down from cuts, staining your clothing and smearing against your skin. It seemed that no matter how much you struggled against the wires, they never got looser, if anything, they seemed to get tighter, determined not to let you out.

You had been out grocery shopping, minding your own damn business, as usual, when you had been sucker punched in the face by a gloved fist. Cue waking up tied to a tree much like the other sacrifices that had already happened, except you weren’t dead yet. Unlike the other victims, your throat hadn’t fully been cut yet. Just nicked by the barbs on the wire holding you to the tree.

Letting out a gasp from exertion at another attempt to get free from your bonds, you slumped against the tree to catch your breath and try not to panic anymore than you already were. It was hard, already you had a couple of tears striking down your face, probably ruining the light mascara and eyeliner you had done this morning.

Grunting out in pain, you strained your arms once more, biting down on your lip to stifle your whimpers as sharp metal dug into your skin. You may be human, and have zero hunting skills, but you refused to be a damsel in distress always need rescuing. Just as it felt like the wires were finally giving away, and really digging into your skin, you saw a flash of movement out of the corner of your eye.

Ceasing all movement, your eyes darted around, looking for what had moved. A cloaked figure materialized in front of you, knife in hand. You couldn’t help the startled shriek that tumbled out of your mouth, or unsuccessfully trying to back yourself further into the tree you were tied to, to get away. The person stepped forward, making your feet dig into the ground and push your back further into bark to the point of pain.

Knife brandished, you let out a soft whimper as the blade was brought to your neck, the metal just kissing your skin. Breathing heavily, you grit your teeth and waited for the knife to finish the job, ignoring the hot tears that leaked from your eyes.

Just as the blade started to press down in your skin, opening up a new line of red, there were several loud snarls and growls. The figure was tackled by the large form of a very angry Scott. Gasping out as the blade was torn from your throat, your heart raced in your chest as you sucked in a few deep breaths. Isaac and Liam went streaking by, going after Scott and the Darach while Allison and Chris ran over to where you were tied up.

“Shit, Klem,” Allison breathed as Chris pulled out a pair of wire cutters and started cutting at the barb wire holding you against the tree.

“N-not my b-b-best look,” You rasped out, hyperventilating as the wire near your neck and upper chest was cut loose, making you whimper in pain. Chris peeled the barbs from your skin as gentle as he could while being as fast as possible.

“You okay?” Chris asked, his blue eyes flickering up to yours as you continued to hyperventilate. You let out a strained laugh while forcing a small smile.

“Ne— never better,” You sputtered out breathlessly before softly crying out as a barb tugged on a section of your chest. “Okay that was a— a l-lie, I’ve never been— been this scared and my legs are sh— shaking so bad. N-need my m-medication.”

“You leave everything to me, okay Klem?” Chris asked as he cut the last wire from your waist and pulled it away from your muddy shirt. He raised a hand and cupped the side of your head, making you look in his eyes. “I’ll get you out of here, promise.”

You shakily nodded at him as he handed the wire cutters to Allison, who took them and stuffed them into her back pocket. Chris slipped his arms underneath your trembling body before effortlessly lifting you up from the cold ground.

Groaning as the movement caused your body to hiss out its pain, you wrapped a bleeding arm around his neck and bit down harder on your lip. Chris started moving away from the tree while Allison followed up behind, her bow at the ready.

While the two got you the hell out of dodge, and away from the Darach, you focused on the tactics your therapist gave you to calm yourself down when you were locked in a panic attack. Closing your eyes, you counted the seconds, inhale, one two three, exhale, one two three.

By the time Chris had carried you to his SUV and he and Allison had tucked you into the passengers seat, your breathing was less erratic though you were trembling like a Chihuahua. Chris started driving, presumably heading back to the Argent apartment.

“How’d you know?” You asked quietly after a few minutes of driving. Chris glanced at you as he pulled up to a red light.

“Stiles,” He answered simply, reaching over with his right hand to take your cut and bruised one. His hand felt so warm against yours, warming up your chilled fingers. “He made an educated guess on who the Darach would target, you’re on that list.”

“What!?” You questioned, your voice going high pitch as your cheeks flushed. Stiles had explained the ritual sacrifices to you, and what each other meant. You only fell under one category. “Are you serious!”

“It’s actually quite impressive, Klem,” Allison spoke up from the backseat. “I mean not many teens make it to adulthood a vir—“

“Don’t say it!” You squealed, your face flushing in further embarrassment. “God the mere fact that my little brother knows is mortifying enough!”

“No one cares, Klementyna,” Chris said, giving your hand a squeeze as the light turned green and he started driving once more.

“I care. Peter is going to be insufferable,” You moaned, leaning back against the seat. “Can you imagine all the teasing he’ll give me now?”

“I’m more concerned about your safety,” Chris responded, giving your cut skin a look. “You’re life is more important.”

“My life isn’t the only one on the line you know,” You reminded him, giving him a pointed look. “You fall under the category of Guardian.”

“Yeah, but I can take care of myself, Klem. I have plenty of experience to help with that, you however, don’t.” He had a point, he was an experienced hunter, you were just a college graduate with limited knowledge on the supernatural.

“Then what are you going to do about it?” Allison leaned forwards once more, tapping you on the shoulder.

“We have a plan, you won’t like it, but it will work.”

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“You know sometimes I really hate Allison, do you know that?” You questioned as you stared at the Hale cabin up in the Sierra Nevada mountains.

“I thought she was your best friend?” Chris asked as he shouldered his duffel bag of weapons. You gave him a side look as you adjusted your backpack full of clothes on your shoulder.

“She is… but when she comes up with stupid ideas like this, no, not really.” You grumbled before walking for the front door of the small cabin. To explain what was going on, Allison’s genius idea of getting you out of Beacon Hills while the pack hunts down the Darach, was for you to hide out in a cabin very few knew about with Chris acting as your body guard.

Oh boy was she going to get it when this was all over. It was terrible enough that she knew you were crushing hard on her father, but the fact that she had pretty much shoved you out the door and into his arms all to happily had your eye twitching.

Peter had been nearly unbearable when he had found out that you were a virgin, just like you had predicted, but nothing was more mortifying than Chris finding out.

Walking up the steps to the cabin, you opened the door to be greeted with rustic furniture, a small living room with a big fireplace, a small kitchen, and an even smaller table. You would be on top of each other the entire time, and you had a sneaking suspicion that this was a one bedroom cabin. It was pretty tiny.

“Wonderful,” You sighed out, reaching up and brushing your fingers over the scabbed cut running across your neck. All of your cuts had scabbed over after being cut into by the barbed wire the Darach had tied you to the tree with. You did have a few larger ones from where the barbs had really dug into your skin, but overall, you were doing a lot better. Your throat was still pretty raw from the knife cut though.

“It’s not forever, Klementyna,” Chris reminded you, walking up next to you and dropping the duffel bag next to the couch. Turning your head, you looked up at him with pursed lips.

“I know, but I wouldn’t have to be here if I just slept with someone,” You stated before heading for the small staircase. The second floor was even smaller than the first, a bedroom on the left, and a tiny bathroom on the right. Entering the bedroom, you dropped your backpack onto the small chair in the corner of the room before unzipping it and pulling out your tablet and pen.

This not so vacation didn’t mean you couldn’t work on your current project at work, opening up your drafting app, you started pulling up the project as you walked back down the stairs.

“Are you a lefty or a righty?” You asked as you hit the last step and headed over to the small dining table. Chris, who sat at the dining table oiling parts of a gun, looked up at you, his lips quirked to the side.

“Either is fine, so you take your pick.” He replied as you set your tablet up on the table, your stylus pulling up the screen tools.

“Left side it is,” You mused to yourself as you highlighted a section of your draft you were currently working on. Form there you got into working on the floor plan, your job as an architect wasn’t going to do itself while you were hidden away.

You spent several hours working on the draft of the apartment building your company shoved your way, working well past the point of the sun dipping below the horizon. You hadn’t even realized that Chris at some point, had gone into the kitchen and started cooking until a bowl of pasta with marinara was placed next to you.

“Eat while it’s hot,” Chris said as he took a seat next to you, placing his own bowl down on the table. Blinking yourself out of your little world, you looked out the window.

“What time is it?” You asked, squinting at the darkened sky. Chris chuckled at you as he picked up his fork.

“Just after seven, you looked like you were completely absorbed in your work.” You let out a sigh and rubbed your forehead. Lost in a world of architecture yet again.

“Sorry, a project was shoved my way and I just want to get it done.” You told him, lowering your stylus from your tablet. “It’s the current ugly child and no one wants to work on it so I get the job.”

“Ugly child?” Chris repeated, his lips curing upwards. You hummed in agreement.

“Client wanted concrete, all concrete, something about a their building looking sleek and modern… to me it just looks like a giant concrete ice cube, and an ugly one at that.” You explained as you saved the draft and set the tablet and stylus aside. “It won’t age well either, concrete crumbles…”

“You ever going to get a project that actually sounds like fun?” He asked, his eyebrow raised. Snorting at him, you took the fork he had put in the bowl and moved the pasta around.

“My boss is a sexist pig, Chris, I’m lucky if I get something other than a garden or a flower shop.” You huffed at him before shoveling a bite of pasta into your mouth. “I’m pretty sure he’s still stuck in 1930…”

“You need a better job,”

“Hmm, I need to pay my bills,” You sighed back while point your fork at him. “Can’t do that if I don’t have a job.”

The rest of dinner went by with more quiet banter, clearly steering away from the topic of the Darach, Jennifer Blake. Since Chris fixed dinner, you went ahead and did the dishes, much to his protesting to help. He backed down after you shot him a nasty look and brandished a butter knife, his hands raised in surrender.

Once you had the dishes drying on the drying rack and the leftover food was put away in the fridge, you headed upstairs to take a shower and treat your scabs for the night. Shedding your clothes in the bathroom, you looked at the cuts and gouges on your body from nearly getting sacrificed. The one on your neck was most prominent, a dark angry red from where it had scabbed over. It was the only one that really still hurt.

The places where the barbs on the wire had torn out chunks of your skin had bruising surrounding the thick scabs. Over all, it looked like someone had taken a razor thin whip to your skin, repeatedly. It wasn’t pretty, and you had a sinking feeling that some of the wounds might even leave a lasting scar. Particularly the knife cut on your neck.

At least you were alive, that was more than the other sacrifices could say.

Stepping into the small shower stall, you carefully washed your body and hair, trying to avoid rubbing the bruises or scabs. When you were done and had a towel wrapped around your body, you went to work brushing out your hair so it was tangle free. Setting the brush down, you ran one of your hands through your hair while stepping over to the window.

Dark forest stretched out from the cabin, kind of ominous looking if you asked yourself, not to mention creepy… but if everyone thought this was the safest place for you at the moment, you would deal with it.

As long as you didn’t have to go into said creepy forest.

Shutting the blinds, you went back to the vanity to paw through your toiletry bag, looking for your bottle of anxiety medication you kept there for emergencies. At this point, you think this qualified as an emergency. Your fingers found the bottle and pulling it out, you glanced up at the mirror… only to see the horribly disfigured true face of Jennifer Blake glaring back you.

Letting out a terrified scream, you jerked backwards, your bottle of anxiety medication flying out of your fingers as you slipped and landed hard on the cold tile. Your tail bone flared in pain, and your towel nearly slipped down, but at the moment you were too terrified to notice or even care.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” You panted out, trying your best not to start hyperventilating right there on the bathroom floor, sprawled out on your ass from your less than graceful fall. While you tried to get your racing heart under control and your breathing normal, you heard the sound of someone crashing up the stairs shortly before Chris was yanking the bathroom door open, gun in hand.

“Klem!?” Your entire body shook as you jerked your fear filled eyes up to him.

“I— I saw her,” You stuttered out, your voice as shaky as you felt. “She knows I’m here, oh my god, she— she knows I’m here, at the cabin.”

Figuring out that you weren’t in immediate danger, Chris put the gun on the bathroom vanity before crouching down next to you and taking one of your trembling hands.

“Hey, Klem, Klem look at me,” Your eyes, which were darting around frantically as if they expected Jennifer to jump out at any moment, flickered to his. You were almost hyperventilating. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “That’s it, just look at me and breathe. Remember your breathing exercises.”

Shakily nodding at him, you focused on sucking in air and trying to get your rapid breathing under control in an orderly fashion. It was probably at least two minutes before you truly felt your hyperventilation subside. When your breathing finally got under control, Chris pulled you up from the floor and wrapped his arms around your shaking body.

“What did you see?” He questioned softly, keeping his arms wrapped around your trembling body.

“Jennifer, in the mirror,” You rasped out, still feeling slightly shaky. “Not her glamor face, her real one. She knows I’m here, and she’s mad that I left, really mad.”

“The entire perimeter of the cabin is protected by mountain ash along with the doorways and windows, Klem, she can’t get in. Besides, you’re with me” Chris said, trying to reassure you before twisting to guide you out of the bathroom. “Come on, let’s get you somewhere that doesn’t have a mirror.”

That somewhere was the bedroom where Chris stood, rubbing his scruffy jaw, his face etched with concentration and worry. No doubt the gears in his mind were turning, thinking of what to do next. You hadn’t anticipated her following you up here.

“I can’t stay cooped up in this cabin, Chris,” You said quietly, interrupting the brief moment of silence. Your hands which had tightened your towel back up wrung together in front of you, a clear display of nervousness.

“It’s not forever, Klementyna, just until this blows over.” He responded. Your response to that was to roll your eyes at him.

“Seriously? Do we even know when that will happen?” You asked, swiping an arm out. “All I have to do is sleep with someone and boom, problem taken care of, and no more crazy psychotic druid lady trying to slit my throat!” You wildly gestured to your throat in emphasis.

“And that is a piss poor excuse of a reason to go and let someone have their way with you!”

“Since when is it your job to care!?” You fired back. “You are not my farther and you certainly aren’t my daddy!”

His eyes darkened a smidgen and you knew your words were starting to have an affect on him. But Christopher Argent was a master at controlling his emotions, and pressed on, equally as snappy.

“It’s my job to protect you since your safety was put in my hands!” He responded, running an agitated hand through his hair.

“Maybe it should have been Peter doing the protecting, at least he doesn’t beat around the bush! One and done is it called? I’d be out of here by tomorrow!” That might have been a little out there, and possibly a low blow, but it proved your point. Peter would get the job done, would have no issue with it, might find it funny even, but he would be reliable in that department.

“Peter? Really? You are not going to just be another notch on his belt!” Chris growled at you. Your frustration rose to an all time high and you found yourself spitting out your next words without fully thinking them through.

“Well, at least I wouldn’t be dead!” You shouted back, a rash of hot tears primed to streak down your face. A few seconds of silence went by, his piercing blue eyes staring directly into your watery ones. You could see in his eyes that your shouted words had pushed him over the edge. You’ve done it know Y/N/N, you’ve pissed off the one man who volunteered to protect you.

But his reaction to your harsh point was not the one you were expecting. Rather than leave the small enclosed space and let your tempers cool off, Chris stalked forwards. Your eyes went wide and you took a step backwards, your bare upper shoulders connected with wall and your palms slammed against the old wooden paneling.

He was on you long before you fully realized what was going on. Hand sliding into your mess of damp hair, your head was pulled back and lips roughly covered yours. You were caught by surprise only for a few moments before the sensation of Chris’s lips on yours lured you into kissing back.

His stubble scraped against your cheeks as his mouth openly worked yours over until you were locked in a dazed vortex of disbelief, euphoria, and sweltering heat. Tilting your head further your toes, chasing after his scorching kisses. A hand landed on your waist, tugging your scantily clad body closer to his.

You melted. The mouth moving across yours, gently tugging at your lips until you parted them, took your mind far away from the present. Your own hands lifted from the wall, sinking into the shirt Chris wore and grounding your spiraling mind that this was in fact, actually happening.

Christopher Argent was ruining you, you knew it. Hell, he probably knew it too. This wasn’t going to end well.

Chris gave you one last sensuous tug on your lower lip before pulling back and staring deep into your flushed face. Your tingling lips remained partially open, half from shock and half so you could suck oxygen back into your lungs. He finally sighed and leaned his head forward, resting his forehead on the wall just above your shoulder.

“I’m not handing you over to Peter, Klem.” Chris said in a strained voice. “I refuse to.”

“I don’t want to die, Chris,” You answered in a hushed tone. “And while Peter is an asshole, he would say yes. It’s not like I’m going to ask you to—” You cut yourself off. You weren’t even able to finish the sentence to his face. “What other option do I have?”

“I said no Klementyna, he’s not touching you.” Chris grunted out, his hand tightening on your towel covered waist. There was a period of silence, then he sighed a second time and was lifting his head to look you in the eyes. “This can go three ways. First, I take care of your problem and that is that, no questions, no commitment, nothing. One and done. We continue on like it never happened tomorrow morning, no one finds out.”

Exactly what you didn’t want from him, which is why you edged towards asking Peter. He released your damp hair to run his thumb along your jawline.

“Second, we continue waiting the Darach out and let the pack take care of business.” Yet another option you didn’t like. The unknown amount of time you’d have to wait was daunting to think about, not to mention you don’t know how long you would be able to stand being this close to him. The corner of your mouth twitched, he had said three options. So what was number three?

“And what’s the third?” You whispered in question. His lips curved at one corner.

“Third, you and I can satisfy a need we both have had these last few months, the Darach be damned, and I can finally have you the way I know we both want. I’m tired of you dancing around and avoiding me.”

Your cheeks flushed crimson at his admission that he liked you back, and had been lusting after you in the way you had with him.

“It’s your decision.” He finished softly. Your lips trembled as you sputtered quietly, trying to get words out.

“You— you said that you… I mean you…” While you stumbled over your words and your face practically melted from the heat, Chris’s lips curved into a half smile.

“I like you Klementyna Stilinski, probably more than like at this point,” He explained, his blue eyes shining down at you with fondness and deep emotion. “And thanks to my meddling daughter, I know that you like me back.”

You had one thought come to mine.

Allison I swear to God, when I get my hands on you…

“I would say it’s more than like,” You whispered meekly. “But you’ve always seemed way out of my league…”

“Leagues are a crock of shit, Klem, and you know it, so what’s it going to be?” Up to you? Well you knew exactly which path you would rather take, but it was the one that had you flushing like mad and stumbling over your words.

“I don’t like the idea of one and done, never have, never will… least of all with you,” You answered with submission and wilted protest. “But I also get the feeling that you will ruin me.”

“Still your choice, I will stand behind whatever choice you make.” Chris answered simply. Your eyelashes fluttered as you struggled internally to make a decision. Words were not going come out, so you chose the next best option, hoping that it would be enough.

Your fingers, which where still resting against his shirt, bunched the material before yanking, and while you pulled him towards you, you rose onto your toes and pressed your mouth back against his. You hope he got the message that you preferred option number three, because you were too tongue tied to air out physical words. It took far less time for him to respond than it did for you to come to a decision.

Chris’s lips urgently pressed back against yours, hungrily taking what you had been hiding away for so long. His lips easily took control, urging your lips apart and sweeping into your mouth to shift the kiss from persuasive and gentle need, to urgent and very much demanding. The fingers that rested on your jaw stroked your skin before pulling your chin further up. Stretched up on your toes, you let out a small gasp at the movement which was testing your ability to stay on your toes.

The hand on your waist started to slip backwards, Chris’s fingers lingering over the curve of your towel covered ass. Then with speed you were not expecting, Chris was hauling you up against his chest and turning around. Your lips separated, but only just a few centimeters as Chris carried you. You could still feel that intoxicating heat from his lips and the blue of his eyes pulled you in like a whirlpool until you were trapped.

That whirlpool was only broken when your body was gently placed on the bed. Releasing his wrinkled shirt, you pressed you hands back on the bedsheet and watched in rapt attention as Chris slowly pulled his shirt over his head. Your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets when you realized just how good a shape he was in.

“Jesus Christ, Christopher,” You breathed out, your cheeks further warming up. “What exactly do you do for a living?”

Chris chuckled before kneeling on the bed and planting his hands on either side of you to lean over your body.

“I’m a hunter, Klem I like to stay in shape.” He replied with a cheeky smirk. “I would have thought you’d’ve been all over that fact long ago.”

You let out a huff.

“I’m not that vain, I was too busy being distracted by your eyes.” You told him. “You have no idea how many times I’ve tripped over my own feet or ran into something because of them.”

“You are killing me, Klem,” Chris groaned out while dipping his head back down to steal another kiss. His kiss this time was feather light, just barely ghosting across yours to the point where a shiver went up your spine and your back arched slightly. Uttering out a soft groan against his teasing lips, you lifted your right hand and placed it on his cheek.

“Now you know how I’ve been feeling,” Your soft words had his lips curving at the corner, and you couldn’t help but stretch up and steal another kiss from him. This time far more in tune with how his kisses held far more emotion and passion than any before him.

“That ends right now,” Chris murmured against your lips as he drew a hand from your shoulder down to your bare thigh. His fingers drew lines of sparks along your skin that had your body shifting beneath his and your fingers grasping at bedsheet. Staring into his eyes with a challenge in your own, you were practically goading him into proving his statement. But then those fingers of his slipped underneath the towel and prowled their way up to your hipbone, his fingers ever so lightly brushing against slightly damp skin. “May I?”

“For the love of God, Chris,” You huffed out, at your wits end with his teasing touches. “Stop asking!”

His fingers didn’t cease their exploration on your hip but his eyebrow did arch in amusement. Scowling at him, you were about to dig into him once more when his hand darted across your hip to your back. In one lurch, your upper body rose up and your mouth crashed against his. Caught in an open mouthed kiss, you found yourself consumed by the way his lips moved against yours and how each little flick of tongue across your lips continually stole oxygen from your lungs.

You could feel his hunger from the way he was kissing you. It was like he had been starved from affection his entire life and wanted every bit you had to offer, all the while spinning you up in a whirlwind of desire that left you feeling lightheaded. Chris’s lips migrated from your mouth and started nibbling across your jaw, the heat from his lips setting a blazing line of fire you could feel long after his mouth had moved on.

While Chris’s mouth continued its onslaught of teasing and dastardly wandering across your jaw and neck, the place where your towel was tucked at your shoulder started coming loose from your wriggling around. You were at the point where you didn’t care, the heat from his body was literally chasing away the cold that had leeched into your bones from nearly being murdered days prior. Softly moaning out as his your throat to your collarbones, you dislodged a hand from the bedsheet beneath you to sink nails into his shoulder.

Your nails dug into tanned skin, drawing lines of red as the stubble of Chris’s unshaven jaw rasped against your own skin, prickling your flesh until every inch was sensitive to any and all touch. Another breathy moan was slipping from your lips, and just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse it did. Your towel, which had slipped from its secured position, has left so much skin in view that Chris has zero issues kissing his way down to the valley of your breasts.

A shiver went up your spine and your head dropped back against the bed, the muscles in your neck tightening. Then Chris’s lips brushed up the curve of your breast and your breathing quickened along with your heart. Oh my God, was this supposed to feel this good? Your breath came in soft pants as his breath caressed your skin… and then he was covering your nipple with his mouth. The moaned that crawled its way out of your throat brought heat to your cheeks, never before had you made a sound like that. What was worse was the ever so soft chuckle that your ears just barely picked up. The stupidly hot man was enjoying just how much he made you squirm beneath him!

You dug your fingernails further into his shoulder, surely drawing some form of pain. But the man never gave you any indication that he was even feeling your nails digging into his skin. Chris’s mouth slowly and carefully migrated across your skin, just barely pressing against the scabs that had formed from the barbed wire.

“Christopher,” You moaned out, now dragging your nails down his arm. With one last drag of hot lips against your skin, Chris raised his head. Your eyes met his and staring into the blue abyss you found yourself momentarily breathless. Just by his gaze… did he know what he did to you?

“I do have something to admit, Klem,” Chris’s voice sent a shiver up your spine. God you were whipped for this man.

“What?” You asked in confusion, your head tilting to the side. Your eyebrow then popped up. “Changed your mind already?”

He snorted at you and brought his thumb to your lower lip, tracing it.

“Hardly,” Chris stated. “There is something we need to talk about before we go any further.”

“Okay?” You asked, dragging out the end of the word.

“When I packed for this trip, condoms were the last thing on my mind.” He said straightforwardly.

“I’d rather be pregnant than dead,” Your automatic response had a flush rippling up your neck and face. “That came out wrong…” It was Chris’s turn to raise an eyebrow, at least he seemed amused by your answer. “I’m on birth control for cramping, it should be fine.”

“Should be fine?” Chris teased, you scowled at him for his teasing tone.

“You know eact—“ You were cut off by his lips dipping down. Chris ate up the rest of your tempered statement, his lips quickly enrapturing your attention until it was all you could think about. Your nails released their harsh grip on his arm and with precision, Chris was moving his hand to wrap his fingers around your wrist and press it back against the bedsheets. From there he was sliding his fingers up your wrist to trace your palm before ultimately taking your hand in his.

He was very good at making you forget what you had been berating him for only moments previously... because now all you could think about was what his lips felt like on yours and how nice his hand fit around your fingers.

“Now that we’ve got that covered,” Chris murmured against your lips, nipping at the corner of your mouth and sliding his hand from yours to gently draw it down your naked side. “This okay?”

“Oh please, you think I haven’t been felt up before?” You huffed at him with a roll of your eyes. “Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I didn’t find other ways to fool around in college. I’m not a total prude and college aged boys only think about one thing.”

“No one said you were a prude, Klem, and as Allison calls it, it’s knowing what you want.” Chris replied, stroking your hipbone. “But I am not doing anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“Yeah and at this rate I’m going to be stuck here through Christmas.” That had his eyes narrowing at you and in seconds you felt the towel that had previous been partially wrapped around your body get pulled out from beneath you. Despite knowing exactly what you were getting yourself into, you still couldn’t stop the your face. It wasn’t like anyone ever saw your body naked in whole.

You didn’t get long to gauge Chris’s reaction to what your body looked like because he was slipping his arms beneath your knees and pulling your body towards the edge of the bed. You let out a gasp as you slid, and then a whimper when lips met skin by your left knee. More shivers went up your spine as Chris kissed his way up your inner thigh, painfully slow, and then closer to your pelvis he decided to seal his lips over a section of your skin.

Your thigh twitched in his grasp and your hands were quick to sink into the bedsheet. It wasn’t long before little noises were stirring in the back of your throat. Between the hot mouth on your thigh and the stubble scraping your skin, you were twitching in place before Chris even got to his intended destination. The more his lips traveled your skin, the more sensitive you seemed to get.

You let out a groan, resisting the urge to sink your fingers into his hair. You weren’t that desperate or overwhelmed. It was almost cruel the way he could get your body to react to his touch so easily, you were practically squirming from the heat and electricity he brought forth. Chris released the skin he had been sucking on and brushed his nose upwards, and in that action, your heart sped up in your chest. He wasn’t teasing your thigh anymore, no, he had moved onto a far more sensitive part of your body, and moments later you back was lifting off the bed as Chris boldly swiped his tongue straight up your folds to your clit.

The tormented moan that squeezed its way past your lips was entirely embarrassing but most definitely spurred Chris’s endeavor. His tongue lashed at your clit in between sucks from his mouth. You were writhing against his ministrations in under a minute and straining against the steel grip holding your body to his face. It was at this point that your right hand snapped to his hair and you sank your fingernails into his scalp.

One of Chris’s hands slipped from your leg and brushed its way up your thigh all the while the man didn’t give you one second to have a break from his wicked teasing. The heat in your belly had your hips jerking harshly and that made Chris chuckle. Letting out an angry groan, your groan turned into a squeal when his tongue seemed to hit a perfect spot. That only made him push your hip back down. Letting out a gasp, you tugged on the strands of hair in your grasp, feeling like you were close to an orgasm.

Panting out, you dug your heels into the bed as your knees started shaking. You strained against the pressure placed on your hips, wanting to lift them against the mouth giving you so much pleasure. But you couldn’t move one inch and in seconds you found your eyes rolling back in your head. Hot pleasure sizzled through every inch of your body and you found your vocal chords robbed of vibration. Vaguely aware of your surroundings, you let your limbs flop to the bedsheets with a shuddering sigh.

“Are you trying to get back at me for something?” You finally rasped out, your chest still slightly heaving. Chris chuckled again and shifted so you were looking at each other in the eyes once more.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Klem,” Chris replied, that devious smirk of his on his face. “I want payback for all those times you have pranced around in low cut tops and those promiscuous shorts of yours.”

You blinked at his reply, not realizing just how much you had paraded in front of him without realizing it, and while you did so, Chris leaned down to tangle his mouth with yours once more, his tongue drawing out the best sensations. You reached up to grasp his neck and dragged his lips closer to yours.

“Needy little thing,” Chris murmured against your lips. You tugged at his lip, your noses brushing against each other as you did so.

“Yes, I am, and I’d really like to get my hands on you.” You huffed, making a point to splay your fingers on his chest and trace his muscles. He snorted at you before withdrawing his hand. Well that was the exact opposite of what you wanted, but the scowl on your face didn’t stay long, because the moment he dragged his fingers along your still trembling thigh and proceeded to stick his fingers in his mouth to lick them clean, your eyes bulged and you were moaning out. “Why are you teasing me so much?”

Chris grinned down at you, clearly enjoying this just as much as you were, which was surprising to you considering he was pretty much doing all the work.

“If we’re doing this, we are doing this at my pace, or not all. ‘Sides, you taste pretty good, Klem,” That had you narrowing your eyes at him while you tried to control the fire in your cheeks. You tasted good? First time anyone has ever told you… Your facial expressions only had him laughing before leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours.

“Why do you have to be so perfect?” You complained softly, your fingers gently stroking his hair at the nape of his neck. “Most men would jump at the chase to get into my pants.”

“I am far from perfect, look how my marriage ended up, what happened with Allison…” Shifting your hands, you grabbed his face.

“You’ve done lot of good, Christopher Argent,” You told him sternly, glaring up into his eyes. “And if I have to smack that into you until you realize it, I will, now shut up and kiss me.”

“Yes ma’am,” He responded before swooping back down for your demanded kiss. This time you took charge, showing exactly how you felt, and exactly what you wanted from him. It was a tongue tying, toe curling, oxygen stealing type of kiss and all you could think was how much you wanted more.

Your body trembling from the arousal burning in your veins and the tingles brought on your his touch. You practically cried with joy when he leaned back, breaking your lips apart to start working on the buttons of his jeans. The entire time Chris was working his pants off, his eyes never left yours. As much as you had dreamed about being with him, you had never actually thought it would happen. Your eyes squeezed together and you slumped back against the bedsheets, still feeling the shake in your thighs from the orgasm he had managed to pull out of you.

Everything in your life had been going off the rails lately. Now, this certainly would be life saving and would fulfill a wild fantasy, but a part of you really wanted this to happen on its own terms, not because it would save your life. How many more experiences were you going to have to sacrifice? The bed shifted again and slowly opening your eyes, you stared up at Christopher.

“Having seconds thoughts?” Chris questioned, stroking the side of your face.

“Just wishing this had happened on its own terms,” You answered, pressing your lips together. “If anything in my life is going to be normal, I wanted it to be my relationship with the guy I really liked.”

“You and I will talk about that later,” He said before bending down, taking your face in hand, and distracting you with a kiss. Later was good, later was nice because you didn’t want to think about your problems right now. Reaching up, you twisted your hands into his hair and let yourself get lost in the way his lips felt against yours.

Hands continued to brush against your body, drawing out the best sensations as they explored each and every curve. With the way Chris’s lips tugged and pulled at yours, you were oblivious to everything save for his kisses and when Chris’s cock finally slipped between your soaked folds you were moaning against his lips as he all too easily slipped his was into your body.

Oh my God he was better than anything you have ever experienced. Never before had you felt so full and still wanted more. Chris’s mouth ravished the corner of your mouth before dipping down to your throat. With your mouth now free, the sounds emitting from your throat became more prominent. Tightening your grip on the strands in your grasp, you sighed out at the foreign feeling now flooding your body. If you thought having Chris’s mouth on you was heaven, that was nothing compared to having him in you.

Dropping a hand from his hair, you scratched your nails down Chris’s back and pressed your head back into the sheets, your chest heaving against his as your bodies melted together. Chris seemed to be on a mission to kiss every part of your skin that he could get to as his hips repeatedly met yours. But it felt like he was treating you like a piece of glass so you took matters into your own hands. Wrapping a leg around his back, on his next thrust you used that leg to clench him closer to you which caused a rather hard thrust… which earned you a grunt from Chris. Your impromptu giggle earned you a sharp bite on your shoulder which caused your laugh to morph into a moan.

“That how you want it?” Chris questioned lowly, his lips trailing back up the column of your neck. You let out a moan when his next thrust was deeper and harder than the last. Your back lifted from the bed slightly as a bolt of lightning traveled up your body, making you twitch in place. The following gasp and moan spurred him on, your nails turning sharper against him.

“I’m not,” You gasped out, your body lurching slightly. Thrust. “… a piece…” You lurched again, definitely feeling the change in pace. Thrust. “… of glass!”

Using the hand in his hair, you roughly dragged his mouth back to yours. Chris’s stubble scraped your cheeks as you chased after his mouth with renewed vigor. The scrape of stubble across your skin combined with his mouth trying to devour the pants coming from your mouth had you riding a high that you thought you would never come down from. Tongued tied and feeling like your heart couldn’t go any faster, you wrenched your head back when that burn in your core started boiling once more. Oh my God, were you seriously—

You let out a sharp gasp, digging your heel into his back as a sharp zap of pleasure shook your entire body. You could feel your folds pulsating around his cock and new that in a matter of seconds you were going to lose it for a second time this night. Squeezing Chris with both your legs and your walls, you started shaking beneath his body and writhing in place. Ecstasy was gnawing at your will to hold on and just as quick as it had begun, you found yourself unraveling. Overlapping waves of pleasure surged through your veins, setting fire to every cell it touched.

With your head back and your neck straining, you let yourself get caught in the rip tide of electricity and be washed out to the sea of pleasure. The world became washed with white and all your senses could pick up on were the sounds of you harsh breathing and the light touches across your jaw. You felt like a sweaty mess and between the wetness you felt between your thighs and the sweat gathered along your back, you couldn’t help but moan out.

“I just took a shower,” You moaned out miserably, knowing full well that you had just essentially just rendered that shower useless. Your thighs trembled in exhaustion as you let your leg slip from his back. Chris chuckled lightly before lightly pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Stay put, I’ll get you cleaned up.” Groaning in reply, you let your arms slip from his hair and back. You stared up at the ceiling as Chris carefully withdrew himself from you, moaning out when his cock slipped free from your aching core. While Chris moved around the bedroom, you shifted a hand to rest over your left breast, feeling your heart still racing.

Turning your head, you watched as Chris walked back over with a washcloth in hand. Your eyebrow rose slightly and his lips twitched.

“Wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I left you like that.” You let out a huff of laughter.

“Aren’t men into that?”

“Not the mature ones.” Chris said as he rant he washcloth along your inner thighs. While doing that, he leaned down and pressed a few kisses against your thigh, which made your leg twitch.

“Christopher…” You dragged out with a moan. He chuckled at you before kissing your hip bone, which wasn’t nearly as sensitive, and pulling back.

“I can’t help it.”

“Behave yourself,” You told him, your eyes staring into his face which now had a cheeky smile on it.

“You make that very hard to do.” Chris replied before turning around and heading back to the bathroom. Your eyes lingered on the red scratch marks you had left on his shoulders and back. Wow, you had no idea you were capable of doing that.

You had fallen asleep shortly after you were tucked right up against Chris’s body with his arms wrapped around your body and a hand tightly clasped around one of yours. You hadn’t actually remembered falling asleep, but you knew that it had happened quickly, either from exhaustion, enormous relief, or from the feeling of being in Chris’s arms for the first time.

You weren’t accustomed to sleeping next to someone, so it was a little disorienting upon waking up, but you had quickly realized that not once had you woken up throughout the night, and you had unconsciously turned in his arms, burrowing your face into his chest. It was certainly something you could get used to… assuming your father didn’t flip his shit. Which was still a possibility. At least Chris was a good man, he had that going for him regarding sleeping with the sheriff’s daughter.

Chris had dealt with a lot of shit these past few weeks you were half surprised he was still managing to go forwards. Scratch that, you were always wondering how he stayed to calm and collected despite life circumstances. So you spent a few minutes just staring up into his relaxed face, feeling his chest rise and fall against your arms. Now you understood why so many of your old high school friends were smitten with their significant others. It was so calming…

Reaching up, you lightly traced your finger along his jaw line, wondering what he saw in you to return the feelings that had plagued you for so long. You felt average. Was average, not to mention you had the same ADHD tendencies Stiles had, just not as bad as he did. So what did he see that you couldn’t?

You would have continued to blatantly stare and wonder if not for your bladder announcing that it was full.

So after carefully extracting yourself from his hold, you looked around for something to wear since you were still very much buck naked. You retrieved a fresh set of underwear from your bag and pulled them on before looking through your bag for a shirt. You didn’t pack anything big and comfortable for lounging in… your eyes looked down to the discarded clothes on the floor. You then darted your eyes to Chris’s sleeping form.

Well, it wasn’t like he was using it at the moment… and you were sure he wouldn’t mind. You snatched the shirt from the floor and hobbled your way to the bathroom to relieve your bladder. While sitting on the toilet, you got a good view of the marks that had come in while you had been sleeping. Those alone had your cheeks heating up in memory of how you had received them. Lord only knows what your neck and chest looks like…

While you were washing your hands, you found yourself staring at your reflection in the mirror, more specifically, at the marks dotting the skin of your neck. You even had a few emerging from the hemline of Chris’s shirt.

Reaching up with your left hand, you brushed your fingers against the skin where Chris had worked a possessive love bite. It was on a stretch of skin that had escaped the path of the barbed wire and sharp knife. The place ached slightly from the bruise that had formed, but that wasn’t the only place on your body that ached.

There was a particular dull ache between your legs when you walked or moved. You reminded yourself that it wasn’t like I had used those muscles like that before… It was enough to further make your cheeks heat up in memory. Well, you hope he had no regrets because you sure didn’t.

Rubbing your hot cheek with your hand, you left the bathroom and headed downstairs for a much needed cup of coffee. Walking into the small kitchen, you fixed the coffee machine and got it going while yawning. If you weren’t a risk for getting sacrificed anymore, did that mean you could go home?

“Well, you aren’t calling the shots, Klem,” You mumbled to yourself before walking over to the window that showed the back forest while wrapping your arms around your body. There was a bit of fog clinging to the forest floor, making it seem just as eery and creepy as it was last night. Your eyes scanned the forest once more, and just as you were planning on turning around and heading back to the kitchen, you caught sight of her.

Only she was here for real this time. Your breath caught in your chest as anxiety started building in your veins. Stop it. You are no long a candidate for what she wants Klementyna. She has no reason to go after you… you stared her down, a new found confidence boost in your veins. Her eyes narrowed at you before burning anger raged clear as day. You could have sworn that the forest darkened from her anger, but you still held her gaze.

A hand landed on your shoulder, making you jerk slightly. Twisting your head, you looked up to see Chris standing directly behind you, staring out the window at Jennifer. Turning your head back to the fuming Darach, you stared her down once more as Chris slipped a possessive hand around your waist and tugged you back into his body in a claim of territory. You were his, and not for taking. She slunk back into the dark forest, hidden from view.

“You think she got the message that I don’t fit the bill anymore?” You quietly asked as Chris’s hand slipped underneath his shirt and his thumb stroked your hip. You leaned back into him embrace.

“Most likely,” Chris rumbled back in a gravelly tone before nuzzling his nose into your neck and taking a deep breath.

“Does… that mean we can go back to Beacon Hills?” You asked tentatively, he chuckled against your neck and gave your body a gentle squeeze.

“If that’s what you want… or we can stay here and spend a couple days to ourselves.” Now that sounded like something you could use right now.

“Really?” You questioned, twisting your head to look at him with hope in your eyes. “Because I would really like time away from Beacon Hills and it’s eternal drama… and I kinda want to have you all to myself for a few days too.”

“Well, that’s good because I want you to myself as well,” Chris responded before tightening his grip and pressing his scruffy cheek against yours. “Plus, seeing you in my shirt is a sight I could get used to.”

“So we can agree on something,” You giggled, leaning back into his embrace.

“Though I should warn you now,” He spoke again, making your eyebrow raise. His lips brushed against your ear. “I don’t like waking up to an empty bed.”

“I had to pee,” You huffed in return, pouting slightly. “And then I decided I wanted coffee, so I came down here to make some. You know I like my coffee.”

His only response was to sigh and hug you tighter, his lips pressing against your neck.

“Someone needs to teach you the art of sleeping in.”

“Mhm, maybe tomorrow, right now I’m hungry… what exactly do we have in this place for food?”

Date Published: 11/23/20

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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 17: The Second Coming

Chapter Seventeen: The Second Coming

Xanny, packed in my Off-White fanny, I been going off, I’m manic, Shit wearing off, I’m landing, More on the way, don’t panic, Drank too much, God damn it, Shut that door, don’t slam it, Shit too loud, can’t stand it, I can’t stand it

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 4,405

Chapter Warnings: Drug use, abusive relationships, i already wrote out this damn thing once and then pressed the back button on my mouse by accident so if there are any mistakes its because im dumb and didnt save it as a draft as per

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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'A complete stranger has the capacity to alter the life of another irrevocably. This domino effect has the capacity to change the course of an entire world. That is what life is; a chain reaction of individuals colliding with others and influencing their lives without realizing it. A decision that seems minuscule to you, may be monumental to the fate of the world.'

At least, that's what J.D Stroube once wrote.

Your life so far felt like one big game of dominoes, but you'd be stupid to blame all of your bad situations and decisions on other people. After all, even if you had to pick between the lesser of two evils, it was still you who had made the decision.

You might've been led to the water, but you're the horse who chose to drink.

As you walked through the school corridor you're friend, Chloe was going on and on about something -- you'd lost interest around 30 seconds into the one-sided conversation -- when your eyes wandered to the large mahogany stairs, where only the most elite of students hung out.

The popular kids -- like a million different teenage films -- seemed untouchable. Whilst loitering on the stairwells was forbidden, even the strictest of teachers would often walk right past them, and no punishments were ever given when they'd boldly stroll into class after the bell.

Everyone wanted an in with them, regardless of how, or why. And you most definitely were not immune to the charm.

As you passed the group, your eyes met those of Liam Ryder, easily the most popular boy in school, and a whole grade above you.

Not only completely ignoring Chloe, but you were also totally oblivious to Keon Jackson, only aware of him when he accidentally shoulder clipped you -- his own nose deep in a book -- sending you both flying.

Your face felt hot when you heard laughter, the high-pitched cackles from Jen Atkins seemingly much louder than anyone else's as she peered down at you from where she was sat, like some kind of puffed-up pigeon.

God, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

Brushing off Keon's bumbled apology, you pushed yourself to your knees, quickly grabbing your dropped belongings. As you moved to grab your textbook, a hand shot out, grazing yours as you both reached for the book.

Taking a deep breath, you finally looked up, eyes connecting with the same brown eyes that had distracted you in the first place.

He gripped your textbook as he quickly stood, offering a hand out to help you up.

"Really, I'm so sorry, I-" Keon began once more, cutting himself off when Liam sent him a sharp look.

"Scram."

And just like that, he did.

Turning his attention back toward you, his eyes softened as he visibly checked you over, "Are you alright? You went down pretty hard."

Trying your best to swallow down your embarrassment, you sent him a tight-lipped smile, followed by a curt nod. The problem with the elites, was that they were nice to look at, but terrifying to actually speak to.

Raising a quizzical brow at you, he smirked, "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

Your eyes widened as you realized how rude you'd appeared, stuttering out a reply, "Shit. I mean... Uh sorry."

Shaking your head, you felt like an absolute idiot, "Thank you. I meant to say thank you."

His smirk only deepened as he watched you squirm, "I've seen you around. You're in my AP class, right?"

Unsure of why he was talking to you at all, you forced the lump in your throat down as you nodded, "Yeah. I uh... I sit near the front..."

If there was a God, you could only hope he'd strike you down where you stood for being such a damn loser. Instead, the bastard let you stand there, wringing your hands and babbling. Clearly, you didn't attend church nearly enough for the big man upstairs to help out.

"That test last week man... I barely scraped by. You did well though, right?"

You did more than do well, you wanted to say. But it didn't seem the appropriate time to brag, "Yeah, I did OK."

His dark eyes bore into yours for a moment, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck, "So, uh... Do you by any chance tutor people? I would totally pay, I just-"

Your eyebrows shot toward your hairline as you barely registered him now fumbling around his words. The elites of the school were smart enough, sure. But they usually relied on the brains of the less socially inept to do their school work.

"I don't usually tutor anyone," you watched as his face fell, shoulders deflating a little, "but I'm happy to go over my notes with you for next week's test."

His smile stretched across his face, meeting his eyes, "Yeah, that would be great, actually. Thank you."

You both stood in silence for a moment, his smile almost forcing a small grin onto yours. Feeling as though you'd only half-embarrassed yourself during this tete-a-tete, you finally spoke again, "Uh, I need to get to class..."

"Oh sure, yeah. Me too."

When neither of you moved, you let out a quiet chortle, "You uh... You still have my book."

It was Liam's turn to look mortified as his hand that had kept a firm grip on your book shot out toward you, only to tighten once you had grabbed the other end,

"Tomorrow, after school? I can drive you home after."

Waiting for your confirmation, he finally sent you a charming smile before releasing the book and making his way down the hallway, his head turning around only once, catching you still standing motionless, watching him leave.

Quickly spinning around on the spot, you couldn't help the large, beaming smile that tugged at your lips as you marched toward class.

What you didn't see, however, was Liam handing over a crisp bill to Keon as he passed.

Sitting on Liam's desk chair, you felt much more at ease than you probably should've, being alone in a boy's room.

He sat a respectable distance from you, choosing instead to perch on his king-sized bed.

He was tapping his pen along to whatever song was playing through his phone, silently mouthing along to the lyrics as he read and re-read over his notes.

Watching him for a moment, he seemed so relaxed in the comfort of his own home, even when in the presence of an almost total stranger.

Maybe, Liam was a lot more normal than you had originally been led to believe. Maybe the bravado and monkeying around in school was simply a front, a mask he was only content to take off in the safety of his own four walls.

Maybe, he was just as normal as the rest of you.

"Have you finished already?" He questioned, eyes never moving from his book.

Feeling your face warm-up, you quickly diverted your eyes back to your own work, "I finished like, ten minutes ago."

His brows pulled together as he looked toward you, the side of his mouth pulling up into a sideways grin, "So you've just been sat there twiddling your thumbs when you could've been helping me?"

You don't know whether it was his question or the look he was sending you, that made you nervous. Your leg bounced as you shrugged.

"Do you ever relax?" His tone was light, but his eyes were far too curious to mean it in jest.

"Of course I do... I'm just, I dunno..."

Thankfully, he only let you suffer for a moment or two as he silently watched you struggle for any word that wasn't 'nervous'. His eyes darted toward your still-moving leg before returning to you with a lifted brow.

"High strung? Anxious? Scared? All of the above..."

"I'm not scared of you..."

Standing from his bed, he made his way over to you, his palm flattening against your thigh in order to stop its bouncing, "I'm not making fun of you, I swear. Just... You shouldn't be so worried all of the time. It's not good for your health."

A small chuckle escaped you, lessening the frown that creased your forehead. You watched as he leaned over you -- his body so close you could smell the faded scent of whatever soap he'd used this morning -- rifling through one of his desk drawers,

"I have just the thing," he smiled, straightening up as he held the joint between his fingers.

Placing the unlit joint onto your rolling tray, you released a long sigh.

It had started innocently enough. A couple of puffs on a joint every now and then, hiding out in his room under the guise of studying. If his parents cared that he had a girl over, or that he was smoking pot, they never spoke up.

You'd never speak much in school, instead, your days were filled with gentle grazes as you passed in the hallways, and longing looks across the lunchroom.

His attention seemed solely focused on you whenever you were in his vicinity, and you'd even heard his friends mock him on occasion for being so distracted, even if they didn't know why. Yet, he continued to drown them out whenever his dark eyes met yours across a room.

Maybe that was what initially drew you to him. The way that, even in a room full of students, he could make you feel like the only person there with him, without saying a single word to you.

The stolen glances felt like a romantic secret, something only the two of you shared because nobody else --his friends, or yours -- mattered enough to know.

In hindsight -- which they say is 20/20 -- you knew this was because you were a secret. At least in the beginning. And maybe that was the first red flag you'd ignored.

"Please explain why you invited some girl that you've barely spoken five words to."

Tucker wasn't wrong. Liam technically hadn't spoken to you in school much since that fated day in the hallway.

"She's cool, man. Trust me."

Your nerves were at an all-time high as you sat in the passenger seat of Chloe's car, tugging at your skirt. It had taken some convincing, but she'd finally agreed to check out what was being dubbed the biggest party of the year.

Tucker was rich, rich. His parents worked in real estate and -- thankfully for him -- seemed to spend most of their free time out on their yacht.

You assumed that was why Tucker acted the way he did; he craved attention. Good or bad, it didn't matter. You didn't want to admit it, but you both had more in common than you'd assumed. Hell, most of the kids here did.

Your mother had flown out to DC before you'd even woken up that morning and wouldn't be back until late Sunday evening, and your father had gone to a sports bar with some work colleagues.

Although you'd had to practically drag Chloe there, a few other people in your group had willingly come along, excited to attend their first real high school party.

Sure, you all claimed that you didn't care about popularity, but you were human. All you really wanted was to be accepted, to be liked. Isn't that how every teenager felt?

"Look what the cat dragged in," a supercilious voice caught your attention as soon as you walked through the door as if she was awaiting your arrival.

"Oh, hey Jen."

No matter how tempted you were to divert your eyes and look around the room for the familiar brown ones, you kept your eyes on the girl in front of you, her own piercing glare refusing to back down. You weren't sure where her sudden animosity had come from, but you knew she was playing some kind of game. You only wished you knew the rules.

"Are you two going to stare at each other all night or what?" Chloe grumbled, catching Jen's attention. Seemingly bored of playing with her food, Jen merely rolled her eyes before strutting off into the sea of people.

"What the hell was that about?"

Shrugging, you weren't entirely sure yourself, "C'mon, let's go see how big the pool is."

Looking back, you couldn't feel anger toward your younger self. You just felt... sad.

You'd remember that party for the rest of your life, a bittersweet memory that you didn't know how or even if you wanted to rid yourself of.

That night was the first time you'd tried anything harder than pot. Liam had produced a line of Xanax, joking that if weed wouldn't help you relax, then this definitely would.

"Don't you think you've had enough?"

Chloe's question caused your eyes to roll, annoyance radiating off you as you took a bigger gulp from your cup, trying to prove a point. Wiping your chin, your eyes met Liam's across the room, watching as he obliviously nodded along to whatever his friend was saying, his burning stare not deviating from you since you'd first spotted each other.

"I'm just trying to enjoy myself. Maybe you should have a couple, might make you a bit more fun."

You knew your words were harsh, but you were 4 cups of jungle juice deep and fed up with her party-pooper attitude. She'd been counting down the minutes since your arrival, mumbling under her breath about how she'd have more fun watching paint dry, and being a little too loud with her deprecating comments. Chloe could be brusque at the best of times, downright rude at the worst.

You just wanted to have a little fun at the first party you'd actually been invited to. And here she was, acting like a total bitch.

"Well, I'm sorry that I don't think getting wasted on over-priced alcohol with a bunch of people who won't remember me in 5 years is 'fun'. I just didn't think you'd entertain them either,"

Pushing herself from the wall, she eyed the crowd dubiously for a moment before turning back to you, eyebrows pulled together, "Don't think it's odd that they even invited us? I mean, I'm not even sure they know our names. If they pull a 'Carrie' and pour pig blood on us, I wouldn't even be surprised."

Squeezing your eyes shut, you could feel your last nerve fray, "Fucking hell, Chloe. Get a grip, OK? First of all, I was invited, not you. Maybe, they'd know our names if you weren't being a colossal bitch all night. The fact that you think nobody here would bother with me unless they had an ulterior motive is fucked up."

Downing more of your drink -- ignoring the glances from classmates that had overheard your argument -- your chest heaved as guilt settled over you, weighing you down heavily. Sure, Chloe could be a little too much sometimes, but she was your friend.

Before you could open your mouth to apologize, Chloe shook her head, a tremulous laugh falling from her tight-lipped, mournful smile, "Fuck you. Find your own way home."

You heard the hushed chatter and laughs as she pushed through the crowd, making her exit.

Releasing a sigh, you gently knocked your head against the wall behind you as you felt tears fill your closed eyes. Trying to garner the strength to follow her out and apologize profusely, your eyes fluttered open when you heard a familiar voice,

"Well, that was... dramatic.”

Your brow creased as you bit your bottom lip. Your face felt hot and you knew as soon as you opened your eyes, you'd start crying. Maybe you were a little too drunk.

"I'm uh... I'm sorry," You sniffed, feeling a tear roll down your cheek as you opened your eyes, "I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm gonna... I'm gonna head out-"

Leaning forward, Liam brushed his thumb against your cheek, wiping away the stray tear, "No, I... shit. I didn't mean you, I meant her. You're just having a good time and she's clearly got a problem with that."

Sending him a meek smile, you found yourself feeling a little more relaxed as his warm brown eyes watched you, "You heard that, then..."

"I think everyone heard that..." he shoved his hands into his jean pockets, "but she's jealous, you know? I would never invite you here under false pretenses... I just, you know... Enjoy spending time with you."

You forced down a deep breath, feeling like the exploding butterflies in your stomach would escape if given the chance.

He could tell you were still embarrassed, and a little uncomfortable as he placed his arm around your shoulders, "C'mon, I've got something that will really take the edge off."

The glass crunched under your sneakers as you made your way into the lounge, looking around at the destruction your father had caused.

You'd visited the station a few times, once to give your statement, and the rest to try and speak to someone about bailing your dad out. You'd gone in guns blazing, telling them you had no intentions of pressing charges and that it was all a misunderstanding, but you were simply told that an attorney intended to.

Kicking off, you were quickly escorted out with the threat of being arrested yourself.

You were told he was put on a 48-hour hold, his past DUI really coming back to bite him in the ass and the cost of the bail was enough to make you lose all hope. A bail bond agent would be your only option.

Grabbing the broom from the closet, you ignored your pounding head and began to sweep up some of the glass. You had a party to prepare for, after all.

"How are you feeling?"

Everything sounded slow as if you were swimming underwater. The drowsiness was bad enough, but every time you managed to open your eyes, the blurred vision was enough to make you slam them back shut.

It sounded awful but... You felt relaxed, just as Liam had promised. Sure, weed was great at calming you, too, but when Liam escorted you into a spare bedroom, his friends all sat around snorting a powder from the bedside cabinet, you felt like you couldn't say no.

"I, uh... You know. Good. I feel good."

You were aware enough to know your speech was slurred, but couldn't find it in yourself to give a shit. You did feel good. Just tired. Very tired.

Your head rested against Liam's shoulder as you were snuggled into his side. You don't remember how or when you came outside, sitting around the fire pit with his friends, but the party had seemingly calmed down, and you could only make out a few different voices.

"Maybe the drinks before were a little too much," he chuckled, watching your head fall forwards a few times, the motion pulling you from sleep, "C'mon, you can't go home like this."

Tripping over your feet, Liam gently guided you back into the house, ignoring the wolf whistles from his friends.

Kicking the door shut behind him, Liam led you toward the bed, laying you down gently after he'd pulled back the duvet, "You should sleep it off. Fair warning, you'll most likely feel like shit tomorrow."

Totally unaware of his warning, you were already passed out.

Pushing your way past the large crowd that had congregated in your living room, you needed to find some peace and quiet.

You used to love parties, after you began to hang around with Liam and his friends, you attended one every weekend and hung out at an abandoned warehouse that the group would often refer to as the 'Factory' on school nights, getting high without the worry of someone's parents walking in.

You didn't have that problem right now.

Shouldering a drunken teen out of the way, your body ached with the contact. Whilst your nose had been bloody, and your lip split, the majority of injuries you'd received were from the fall down the stairs. Bruises and cuts from the glass littered your body, and sometimes you'd have a sharp pain in your ribs whenever you'd inhale too deeply, but with the looming price of your father's bond, you couldn't afford to go to ER.

So you settled for a much less expensive way of soothing the pain. It was as if reminding yourself about your body aches caused them to hurt more, and you rubbed your wrist as you made your way outside to the small garden.

"Move." Your tone was stern, leaving no room for arguments as your classmate jumped up from the plastic chair, allowing you to settle into it instead.

You had binged your way through your pill supply, both with Rue and alone. You couldn't deny that you had pushed the girl away recently. You didn't mean to, but you liked to be alone when you wallowed in self-pity.

After what felt like only a few moments of peace, a loud sigh came from someone who practically threw themselves next to you, "Everything OK?"

Maybe you were stupid to invite him and his friends. Hell, you didn't know who half the people at this party were. It was an odd feeling, wanting to be alone but around people. You couldn't explain it, let alone begin to understand it.

Rue's Mom had offered you a place to stay after her daughter had filled her in on what happened, but after a few days, you returned home, worried about being able to hide your habits from her, and not wanting to pull Rue down with you.

"Just in pain," you told him truthfully, trying to ignore the way his dark eyes lingered on your bruised wrist.

"You uh... You haven't got anything for it?"

Shaking your head, you looked up toward the stars, barely able to see them because of the city lights, "My, uh... dealer... He's in between stock right now."

"And Devon?"

"Said he had to head out of town for something."

Liam watched you as you deflated a little. He could tell you were in the throws of a withdrawal from something, "Well, lucky I saw him before he left then."

Your eyes flung open, watching him quietly for a moment before sitting forward in your seat, "What have you got?"

"Does it matter?" His brow raised as he tried to hide a smirk. And in all honesty... No. It didn't matter. At this rate, you'd take anything he had to offer.

It would be funny, if it wasn't so sad, how quickly you could fall back into old patterns.

"I don't care, Rue. I ain't goin'."

"C'mon Fez, if not for her, then for me. I don't wanna be surrounded by her old, rich asshole friends."

A humorless laugh escaped him as he leaned into the sofa, "Neither do I. Which is exactly why I ain't goin'. You don't need to either if you don't wanna."

Rue couldn't fault Fez's logic. She didn't want to go, so why should she? The only answer she had, was guilt.

She was the reason your father was currently sitting behind bars awaiting a court date, and she was the reason why you'd clearly spiraled into an addiction Rue didn't quite expect from you.

Yes, you took drugs recreationally, and you often drank with them, too. It might've been excessive but... She knew you were currently binging on them, already telling you that you'd run out of your supply. You were popping pills like candy, so she couldn't find it surprising. Remembering her own outburst at Fez when he refused to fuel her own addiction, Rue was glad you hadn't bothered him, knowing he didn't have anything to sell.

Watching Rue as she appeared lost in her own world, Fez sighed, "Look, I know you been feelin' guilty about all that shit with her Dad, but don't, alright? It's on him, no one else. He's just lucky the cops turned up fo' me."

Rue turned her attention to Fez, watching as he lounged on the couch inconspicuously, yet she saw his fingers sink between the cushions, content once he found the cold handle of a gun.

"What were you gonna do?"

Making her way toward the other couch, Rue sat herself down, watching him attentively.

"Kill him." Fez didn't even hesitate, causing Rue to release a long sigh.

"Shit man. You got it fuckin' bad."

Fez's face scrunched up as he rubbed a hand over his head, deep in thought. Rue didn't know everything, he was sure of that. But it seemed she did know something.

"We friends, Rue. You know that."

Shaking her head, Rue pushed herself up, "Bullshit. You're both so fucking annoying. You coming to the party, or not?"

He wanted to, even if just to check you were OK. Rue wasn't exactly forthcoming with her answers when he'd ask, and that somehow made him feel **worse**. He was certain she was hiding something, but he knew she was just trying to protect you, and calling her out on her bullshit wouldn't get him anywhere. He knew Rue, and he knew that she needed to ask for help before she'd accept any.

But Fez knew damn well he wouldn't be welcome, and coming to your house was asking for drama that he wouldn't partake in. You already felt betrayed by him, he didn't intend to twist the knife by showing up.

Taking his silence for an answer, Rue released an annoyed groan before making her way out.

He watched as she left, following her to the door to lock it, confused when she turned around and sighed, “Grow some balls, Fez.”

He could've called her out on the comment, telling her that he was only neck deep in shit because he covered for her, knowing damn well you would probably never speak to him again.

But friends didn't do that shit to each other. So instead, he let her stomp down the road, praying that you had the sense to keep yourself safe tonight. But he couldn't let himself dwell on it, he was meeting up with a new dealer in a couple of days, hoping that he could partner with her considering Mouse's... absence.

Then, he had a date with Nate Jacobs.

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lovelyrocker · 10 months

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Like Me pt.6

Bones & All (AU)

Warnings: Murder, Blood, Description of Murder, Language, Arguing, Angst, Panicking, Anxiety

Pairings: None

Characters: Lee, Reader, Liam(OMC)

Word Count: 2,616

“You want to what?!” Y/N’s voice came out higher than she intended. Even though she was whispering it was easy to hear the truth behind her hushed tone. “Are you out of your damn mind?!”

“Shh!” Lee looks at the toddler on the bed and then grabs her elbow, pulling her out of the motel room. Leaving a crack in the door he turns to her. “I’m just suggesting-”

“You are suggesting taking a three year old to kill a person!” Her voice is a strained hush as she looks around to see if anyone was around.

“He’s almost four.” Lee says low and she narrows her eyes warningly at him. He sighs. “Can you please calm down?” He asks calmly.

“No!” She walks away a little, bracing herself on the hood of the truck. “No, I will not calm down!” She turned back to Lee. “You are not doing this!” She sticks her finger in his face. “You are not gonna just swoop in and take over!”

"I'm not trying-!"

"I've done this for three years alone. You aren't just gonna come in and take the reigns just because-"

"I don't want to!" He holds up his hands in defense.

“Really?! Because it seems like it with your buddy buddy attitude with him all of a sudden! After not paying him an ounce of attention before yesterday-”

“Would you rather him rip someone else's throat out?!” Lee spits suddenly. She quiets instantly, looking at Lee in surprise. She drops her hand, withdrawing her finger from his chest. “If you deny him this he will do that again.” His voice lowers again. “Look, I know I wasn’t there. I Know it’s been all you. But I’m here now.” Lee places his hands on her upper arms. “I’m trying to, I don’t know, be there- here, for him. You don’t understand this like I do. And I know you want to help him in every way you can. But this, this is the one part you can’t help him with.” He rubs her arms soothingly. “Let me take him with me. I’ll do the dirty work and he’ll get to…eat.” She shakes her head, pulling away from him. She starts pacing back and forth in front of the motel room door. “He won’t be killing anyone. It will be me.” Lee grabs her, stopping her. “He’ll just get what he needs.” She stops, staring at him, letting his words settle in her mind.

“I’m gonna go with you.”

“No.” Lee shakes his head. “I don’t want you to be around that.”

“I am around it, Lee.”

“I- I don’t want you to see me doing that.” He places his hands on her face. “Trust me.” His eyes are holding something she can not understand. “Please.”

She shuts her eyes. “Be careful with him, Lee.” She breathes out, looking up at him. “Protect him.”

“With my life.” He pulls her into his arms.

“You can’t do it in front of him. I- I get he will- just don’t let him to see the actual-”

“I won’t.” Lee rubs a soothing hand over her back.

“When are you going to do it?” She asks, rubbing the back of her neck nervously as she steps away from him.

“I want to do it tonight. We don’t know how long he can hold off his hunger.” Lee looks back through the crack in the door at the boy laying on his stomach in the queen bed, laughing at cartoons. “The fact that he was able to even tell the difference so easily, so quickly after the first time,” He shakes his head. “I’d rather do it before it grows.” She nods again, looking at her son on the bed.

“Okay, um. I don’t- what do I do?” She shuts her eyes and shakes her head. “Do I-”

“You are gonna stay here, with him for a while. I’m gonna glance to see if I can find anything. If I do, I’ll come back for him.” She nods again, taking a breath. “Trust me, okay?”

“Okay.” She nods before walking back into the room.

Lee grabs the keys to his truck and Liam quickly notices. “Lee, where you goin’?”

“I am running out for a bit.” He sits on the bed next to Liam. “Can you do me a favor while I’m gone?”

“Okay!”

“Can you keep your mom safe for me?”

Liam nods his head quickly. “I can do that!”

“That’s my man!” Lee stands and high fives the boy. “I’ll be back soon.”

She paused at the door as Lee walks out. “I hate this.”

“I know you do.” He kisses the top of her head.

“I’m still pissed at you.” Her eyes shoot up to his. “This doesn’t get you off the hook.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, babygirl.” He winks as he walks to his truck.

She rolls her eyes, closing and locking the door.

Lee stays gone for two and a half hours. It is just past midnight when the knock on the motel room door wakes her. She wipes the sleep from her eyes as she looks through the peephole to see Lee. She unlocks the door, letting him in.

“Where is he?” Lee asks, walking in.

“He fell asleep an hour and a half ago. Where have you been?”

“It took me a while to find the right one.”

“The right one?” She raises a brow.

“I’m not gonna feed my kid someone who is strung out on dope.” Lee says as he walks past her to the sleeping boy.

“Okay, for the sake of my sanity can you rephrase that in the future?”

Lee laughs as he kneels next to the bed. “Hey, buddy.” He rubs his back gently. Liam scrunches his face just like Lee as he begins to wake. “Come on, buddy. I have something for you.”

“What is it?” Liam stretches, sitting up in the bed.

“You’ll have to come with me to see it. Come on! We’ll go for a ride!”

Lee scoops the boy up in his arms and turns to her. “Take the pack of wet wipes for…after.” She tells him.

“We’ll be back soon.” Lee tells her, pressing a kiss to her head. “Lock the door behind us.” He tells her as he walks out, hearing her turn the heavy lock on the door.

“We’re going for a ride without mommy?” Liam yawns.

“Yeah, this is a super secret truck ride.”

The drive isn’t far, an abandoned baseball field on the outside of the town. Overgrown grass and broken down buildings. An easy place not to be seen. When the truck pulls to a stop Lee looks to Liam. “Okay buddy, I need you to listen and do what I say. I am gonna do something to make your tummy stop hurting.”

“You will?” The hopeful look on Liam’s face makes Lee’s heart soften a little more.

“I will. I’m gonna make it all better.” He unbuckles the boy and helps him out of the carseat. “I need you to sit down here.” He guides him to the floorboard of his truck. “Now, I need you to put your hands over your ears when I leave the truck. Keep them there and count to 100 in your head.” He taps the boy’s forehead. “When you get to 100 I’ll be back and I’ll help the tummy ache go away.”

“Okay.” Liam says trustingly.

“Don't come out till I come get you, okay?” Liam nods. “Pinky promise?” He holds out his pinky.

“Pinky promise.” Liam tells him, looping his little finger with Lee’s.

Lee shuts the door and looks through the window seeing Liam covering his ears. He smirks and starts to walk off.

“Hey sweetie.” The sound of a sultry voice calls. Lee turns to see a young blond dressed skimpily walking toward him. Her tight tank top was practically see through, easy to tell she had on no bra. Her skirt was so short he was sure she would flash everyone if she bent over too far. “I thought you chickened out on me.”

Lee gives a shy, boyish smile. “Nah, I was just ditching some friends” He hitches a thumb behind him. “I wasn’t sure if this was the right place.” He rubs his lower lip, eyes focused on her. “Kind of in the middle of nowhere.”

“This place is good for…meeting people. Privately.” She runs her tongue over her lower lips as she walks closer to him. “You could have invited your friends.” She runs a cheap manicured nail painted a God awful pink down his chest. “Could have been a party.” Lee chuckles but not at her comment. He thinks of how fast Y/N would have snatched this girl and put her in her place, painfully.?”

“So,” Lee glanced back at his truck for a brief second then back at the girl. “What did you have in mind for this little private meeting?” He looks at her, his eyes dragging up and down her body.

She looks behind her at an old shed near a line of trees on the edge of the old field. “Come here,” She nudges her head towards the shed. “Follow me.” She pulls him along to follow her.

He looks back at the truck once more, making sure Liam isn’t peaking. Once behind the old shed she wastes no time pushing him against the back of the metal building.

Her hand reaches down, gliding over his clothed crotch. “You don’t waste no time, do you?” He asks as her lips are on his neck, he grimaces at the feel of the sticky lip gloss trailing down his skin.

He shut his eyes as ran his hands over her body, wrinkling his nose, spelling the booze on her. Her skin was cold and clammy. This girl, he’d observed her for hours, and he listened carefully. She was a bad girl with a taste for men she thinks she can rip off. Take his cash and anything else she could get her hands on. That was her game. Teasing and luring men into her web of seduction. Then after she tempted and teased them enough she would take what she wanted and be gone.She was desperate to take any man on a high so she could get her hands on their wallet. Tonight Lee had been her target

She licked over his lips and leaned in for his mouth. Lee dragged his hand up her body, sliding his hand around her throat. She smiled. “You like it a little rough?”

He gave a gentle squeeze, his mouth twisting into a grin. “No.” He pulls her close to his face, his breath over her lips making her stomach turn in anticipation. “I like it a lot rough.” He hums over her mouth.

He squeezes her throat harder. She gave another giggle. When his hand continues to tighten around her neck her smile soon fades. Suddenly her hands fly up to his hand. She starts to panic, slapping at him to let her go. “Stop it!” She tried to scream but it was a gurgling mumble.

Her face reddens as Lee tightens his grip on her neck. He slowly spins her around, her eyes locked on his in terror, pushing her back against the shed. Applying as much pressure as he can, he watches her eyes filling with tears, fear rushing through her as her shaking hands try in desperation to get him to let go.

As she turns dark red and then purple, her grip weakens on his hands. As she begins to go limp he carefully lowers her to the ground, his grip on her neck never loosening. Carefully he lays her down to the dirt as he feels her pulse beneath his hands slowing down to a stop. He watches the light in her eyes die out then he holds tight for a moment longer.

Once he knows for sure she is gone he releases his hand. He then reaches and shuts her eyes.

Back at the truck Liam is on number 82 when Lee opens the passenger’s side door. “Hey, buddy!”

“You’re back!” Liam reaches for Lee.

“You weren’t scared were you?” Lee asks as he lifts the boy into his arms.

“No!” He shakes his head.

“I got something for you.” He walks to the back of the shed. “Something for us.To share.” He pauses. “I’m gonna need you to not freak out. Okay?”

“Okay.” Liam looks at Lee. “But my tummy really hurts.”

“I know. This is gonna fix that.” Lee tells him as he walks behind the shed.

When Lee comes to a stop next to the body he expects Liam to begin to panic. Instead Liam gives a small head tilt upon seeing the lifeless woman. “Who’s that?”

Lee sets the child down and kneels next to him. “She isn’t important. What’s important is you won’t have the hurt in your tummy any more.”

“It’s okay?” Liam asks Lee with raised brows. “I won’t get into any trouble?”

“No you won’t! It’s okay! Come on, Let’s take off your jacket and shirt.” He pulls the dinosaur shirt from the boy then lifts his own shirt over head. “Come here.” He grabs the boy to his side of the lifeless body. “Start here,” He points to the neck. “It’s easier to tear into.” Liam leans in close and Lee can hear him inhale the scent of the dead body. “Go on.” Lee encourages.The sound of ripping flesh was the only thing that Lee could hear as the boy began in at her neck. “Good?”

“Mhm!” Liam mumbles around a mouthful of tissue.

Lee leans in next to his son and tears into the shoulder as he gets his own mouthful. Blood spurts from Liam and hits Lee in the cheek. “Oops.” Liam mumbles, whipping his little mouth, Lee giving a chuckle around another big bite.

As Liam works over her neck Lee stops him. “Carefull, she had a necklace. We don’t want you to choke.”

“Can you take it off?”

“No, we leave it on so it looks like an animal attacked her.”

“Is that how we keep the secret?” Liam asks as he wipes the blood from his chin.

“That’s right!” Lee wipes his chin with a free hand.

It was 2:45 am when the knock on the motel room door made Y/N jump. She ran to the door, opening it. “I sleepy.” Liam yawned as Lee walked in carrying the boy.

“I know but you need a bath.” Lee tells him as he walks straight to the bathroom.

“I’ll bathe him.” She reaches for her son but Lee pulls away.

“Hold on.” Lee steps back.

“Why? What’s wrong.” She asks, ready to panic.

“Nothing he just. . . got messy.”

“Messy.” She eyes him.

“Yeah.” He tosses the shirts on the dresser. “I wiped him up the best I could but-” Liam turned in Lee’s arms and she saw the mess of blood all over her toddler. She covered her mouth with a gasp and Lee shook his head in a signal for her to remain calm.

She swallowed hard, holding back a scream. “Wow!” She strained out but still managed to sound playful. “You did get messy.” She reached to touch him but pulled her hand back.

“I’ll go take care of it.” Lee told her. “Just, relax.”

She nodded with a lump in her throat the size of a jawbreaker. She sat on the edge of the bed and listened to her child splash and play in the bath like any normal three year old in a bubble bath.

#Lee #reader #reader insert #bones and all 🩸#bones & all #Luca Guadagnino #RPF #AU #OMC #fan fiction #fan fic #blood #murder #Like Me #Part 6

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The Spark

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Niamh is a damn good therapist, and after finding a new drinking buddy distraught, she's determined to help him re-find the spark with his husband. Even better if she can get a little extra out of the arrangement.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53356360/chapters/135038386

Series: The Brookford Tales

Tags: Femdom, Slow Burn, Succubi & Incubi, Bisexual Male Character, Abuse of Authority, Threesome - F/M/M

Niamh leaned against the doorframe, listening to the two men argue outside of her office in hushed tones.

“For fucks sake Ryan, we need this! If you don't knock on that fucking door you can pack your shit and leave today.”

“Li- fine.”

Niamh lit the incense burner on the sideboard before opening the door to a scruffy looking man wearing a leather jacket, poised with his fist an inch from where the wood used to stand.

“Ryan, I presume?” Niamh smiled at the tall man, studying his stature.

“And Liam! So good to see you again!” she enthused to the shorter man hovering nervously behind him.

“Uh- Yeah. That's me. Thanks for getting him home the other night Doc.. but I don't thi-”

“Nonsense! I wasn't going to let anyone harm the poor boy” Niamh cut him off, ushering them both into the office and sitting them on the couch, perching herself on the leather chair opposite them and picking her notepad up.

“Now, let's start with you, Liam. We spoke a little at the bar on Saturday, but I'd like to revisit your issues so they're fresh in my memories. Ryan, during this I don't want you to speak, or argue, just listen, understand?”

The taller man looked dumbfounded, like he wasn't used to being spoken to in such a demanding tone, but he nodded nonetheless. Niamh turned to Liam as he began to speak, blowing his sandy blond hair out of his eyes.

“Just.. Me and Ryan have been together for so long. I don't know if the spark between us has faded, or if I've put on weight or something, but.. we just don't have sex anymore. There's always an excuse and I just wish he'd talk to me about why, so we could fix it..”

“Mhm I see, and do you think Ryan could possibly be seeing other men, or women, behind your back?” She asked bluntly. At this, the man in question opened his mouth like he was about to interject, but a simple look set him right.

“Absolutely not.” Liam replied, staring into the therapist’s deep amber eyes with a surprising fire “I trust him implicitly and I know he would never do that, but there's a reason and I want to know why before it causes issues between us. I'm pent up and it makes me argue with him more and more.”

Niamh nodded at this. “Okay good, so we know that the love and trust is still there. So this should be an easier fix than I usually have with couples. Now, Liam, I would like you to show the same courtesy to Ryan.”

Liam nodded quietly as she turned her head to the older man, who looked as if she had just pointed a loaded gun at him. He coughed awkwardly and opened his mouth a few times before speaking.

“I'm.. not good with feelings doc.” He began gruffly. “I understand it's something I need to work on, ‘specially for Liam's sake, and I'm trying but..”

“Take all the time you need” Niamh smiled gently. She noticed the pair’s eyelids had began to grow a little heavier, and they both had a thin sheen of sweat covering their respective foreheads. The incense was definitely working it's magic, loosening them both up for her.

“I.. well. I look like this.” Ryan gestured to himself and Niamh nodded quietly. “Like what, Ryan?”

“I mean, I'm large, I'm rough lookin’ and I wear a lot of ‘man clothes.’ Always feels like I've gotta act a certain way, you know? Especially during.. uhm. You know.” Ryan shifted awkwardly in his seat, refusing eye contact. Out of the corner of her eye, Niamh noticed that Liam had a subtle bulge in his jeans, and he had also undone the top button of his shirt, exposing a little bit of collarbone. She subtly bit her lip.

“So.. you believe that the way you look dictates that you must ask dominant in all walks of life? Especially during Intercourse?” She turned back to Ryan, focusing on his worried looking face.

“I mean.. yeah. Hit the nail on the head really Doc.” Ryan shrugged. “Not Liam's fault, definitely not cos I'm shagging someone on the side, just my own head at war with itself I guess. Makes me push him away a lot, which I definitely shouldn't do.”

Niamh could barely get a word out before Liam had bolted up, wrapping his arms around Ryan and burying his head in the gruff man’s shoulder. “Ryan.. you dumbass. Why didn't you tell me? We could have done.. something? I don't know what but.. something.”

Smiling at the sweet display of love, the older woman took some notes down, nibbling on the end of her pencil as she formulated an idea that might just work out for all three of them.

“If I may..” she looked at the pair “I have an idea. It may take a few weeks to come to fruition for you. Liam, do you think you could go that long without intercourse?”

The blond nodded eagerly. “Of course! As long as I know that we’re okay, and it's working towards fixing our issues.”

“Excellent. Now then, Liam, I would like you to begin being a little more forward with Ryan. Maybe instead of going out to eat together, you take him to a restaurant you would both like, order for him, that sort of thing. Small, simple shifts in your dynamic that can adjust Ryan slowly and show him that it's okay to defer to you, and make you a little more comfortable.”

She maintained eye contact with the two men, gauging their reactions, Liam looked deep in thought, while Ryan seemed to be paralysed, wide eyes staring back at her.

“I would like you both to refrain from sex for a few weeks while we gauge the success of these exercises, and also so we don't thrust Ryan too quickly into things he may not be used to. Ryan, I would like you to take a backseat on things more, begin to defer to Liam in small ways. Liam, you have my permission to put your husband in his place if you must” Niamh joked, eyes sparkling as the front of Ryan’s trousers twitched in the corner of her vision. Maybe her incense was a little strong this time around.

As she walked them to the door she smiled, laying a soft hand on Ryan's upper arm. “Remember, Ryan, our bodies do not define who we are. There is no shame, and certainly no loss of masculinity, in submission.”

Ryan nodded as he linked hands with his husband and they headed out the door. Niamh watched them go, a soft, predatory grin on her face.

#text #moons writes #my thots #sub stuff #I'm excited to post chapter 2!!

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captainsspnanon · 1 year

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C3E49 reaction

A very VERY enjoyable episode. It’s been a while since we’ve had one where there’s so much conversation and RP and it’s a breath of fresh air.

I’m a bit disappointed in Matt for not having the leylines as a projection in the background. I would have LOVED seeing that get slowly stronger each long rest - or even just only being able to see it once it was ‘full’. But speaking of leylines, props to Matt for acknowledging the fact that Chetney HAS seen this, two or three times. I know he didn’t plan for it, his descriptions were very much the ‘this is the most magical thing you will ever see in your life’, but he kept true to the fact that Chet is old as balls.

Good choices all around for the Sendings. Big fan of Ira being brought back into play, because I feel like he’s definitely going to fuck shit up for the party in one way or another. He’s powerful, but he’s very much on his own side and I like the dynamic that’s bringing in.

Honestly I am LOVING the dynamic that Laura is playing here with Imogen and her mother. Imogen knows realistically that her mother is on the wrong side, but there is the emotional desperation to have Mother Know Best and Be Loving and Be Right, so Imogen rationalizes based off of her emotions and craving for connection. Consistently she has described her mother as needing help the past few episodes, where to the audience it seemed pretty clear that Lilianna was where she wanted to be. I wouldn’t mind seeing Imogen turn during the battle, not the Dark Imogen like I keep seeing around, but just a daughter desperately wanting to believe in her mother.

I suppose I really should finish EXU Kymal - was this stuff with Opal foreshadowed in it? I only saw the first half of the first episode and then never got around to actually finishing it. EXU was not particularly to my tastes (much like how I struggle with some of the one-shots, it was just so CHAOTIC that I couldn’t. Orym held the only braincell.)

Sam’s faced when FCG flipped the coin for the Changebringer’s alignment! Laughed so hard I cried and had to go back to actually see the expressions.

I don’t know what I took away from the Ashton and Laudna conversation, except that I’m glad they had it, and I hope they have more. I don’t think it changed the way I viewed either character, but it has the opening to.

Fearne & Orym!!!!! Look, I don’t care how small the moments are. Liam and Ashley have been my desperately wanting scenes of them together, whether Caleb and Yasha, Vax and Pike, or now C3. I EAT ALL THESE CRUMBS. BEST FRIENDS FOREVER.

Yeah, we all knew D was Devexian XD

Also a fan of the mini shopping session we got. I enjoy the shopping sessions as long as they don’t take a whole episode, and they definitely got some good loot. A 19 con necklace?? DAMN good. Hope the gold gets shuffled ‘round in the party though. It’s hard for me to compare how dnd-poor they are compared to the Mighty Nein. I’m sure critrolestats has the actual gold amount. I just feel like the Nein was more poor, accurate or not XD

As much as a short combat would have been fun, I’m actually quite pleased that we just got a few storms and a very short encounter ending with a goldfish. I have a sneaking suspicion that Matt’s random encounter chart was kinder than usual, more designed for poor rolls to delay rather than destroy.

I’m....not a fan of the message bloom. I actually went and rewatched the moment where Orym got the seed, and it was this quiet serious moment and he was told “you are an Ashari, are you not? Make it grow.” and then it’s just a longer one way one time sending? Pretty big of a let down, tbh. (though I, much like Orym/Liam, completely forgot about it.)

Keyleth coming in. How do I feel about this..... it’s really hard to say! I think I’m more okay with it because they didn’t ask her for it. They gave her a status update, but also very easily accepted when she said she was busy - and I don’t see the party changing their minds and trying to push harder, in or out of character. Keyleth coming to join was very much a Matt decision here, which is why even though I’m a bit iffy about it, I’m more willing to accept. I’m HOPING that it’s more that she’s fighting Just Off Stage Left the entire time, dealing with The Army That The Bells Hells Would Have Snuck Around Anyway, or something like that. Have a show of power, have it work for the story, but not actually have it change how the narrative would have gone, if that makes sense.

EDIT: how could i have forgotten to mention the Imogen/Laudna scene??? Shockingly, I’m still not shipping it? Even with the declarations of I love you, it still feels non-romantic to me. I’ve seen people say ‘who says I love you to friends?’ um, me. I have told friends that I am not interested in romantically in the slightest that I love them, and they have said it back to me. ‘who cuddles with their friends?’ early 20s? me again. also, fearne and orym cuddle every night. BUT, I will say that if we get more conversations like this, I can see myself getting more comfortable with the ship.

Very happy that the solstice is going to be likely the next episode (maaaybe one or two more if we have heavy combat/sneaking/etc), because I am so ready for what Matt has in store. ....though if they do stop it, that’s going to be a hell of a lack of payoff. I have a strong suspicion (as I think basically everyone watching does) that the Keys are going to work no matter what the Hells do. On to episode 50!! (omg are we like halfway through the campaign? it still feels like it might be a shorter one to me, I can see it only lasting 100 episodes)

#cr spoilers #critical role #bells hells

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angelasscribbles · 2 years

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Bad Romance Disney Adventure Chapter 2: Disneyland

Miniseries: Bad Romance Disney Adventure

Main Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam, Liam x Max, Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Leo (past)

A/N: Here it is, finally, part 2 of the Bad Romance gang at Disney, per ask from @nestledonthaveone. Special thanks to @harleybeaumont and @dcbbw for bouncing ideas around with me and prereading a few snippets. Also, both of the above writers plus @karahalloway for just going with it when I requested their “best description of vomit.” I’ve credited specific lines/words at the end of the fic so as not to give away anything here.

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Language, Graphic Vomiting

Word Count: 3,156

My other stuff: Master List.

“Unky Leo! Unky Leo!” Jax bounced up and down, demanding attention.

“What is it, kid?” Leo asked as he peered down into the toddler’s face. His eyes ran over the boy’s face, taking in the copper colored eyes, the chestnut hair that fell straight and silky almost to his shoulders, the shape of his chin, his cheekbones, his nose.

“Rides! Rides!” He screeched as he pointed at various attractions all around them.

“Yeah, buddy, lots of rides!” Leo agreed, tousling the toddler’s hair. Glancing over at Liam, he remarked, “There’s no way this is your kid, you know that, right?”

Liam shook his head, “He’s mine in every way that matters Leo.”

“Yeah….I don’t think the royal council would see it that way.”

“And who the fuck is going to tell them, huh, Rys?” Drake demanded

Leo threw his arms up in the air, “Not me! I was just making an observation, that’s all! Sheesh, so fucking sensitive.”

“Leo, didn’t I tell you to stop provoking him?” Riley asked, placing her hand on his arm.

Leo positively lit up as his eyes dipped down to where she was touching him then back up to her face. He covered her hand with his own, “You did. But it’s so much goddamn fun! It’s too easy! It’s not my fault he has a fucking hair trigger.”

“Oh, look, our guide is here!” Max interrupted.

A young man with a Disneyland nametag smiled at them, “Hello, Smith family. My name is Jason and I’ll be your guide today for your VIP tour. I have a list of your ride preferences and suggested start times for each based on my conversation with Max earlier. Are you ready to get started?”

Riley shot a sidelong glance at Liam as she mouthed, “Smith? Really?”

Liam shrugged. They had to use assumed names, he couldn’t very well book it under King Liam Rys of Cordonia, now could he?

Riley read all of that in his expression. She shook her head to convey, yeah, but Smith, really? It seemed too obvious.

Liam pursed his lips as he read all of that in her expression. He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying not to sulk. He’d gotten them a VIP tour of Disneyland, hadn’t he? He knew Drake was freaking out about security, but there were at least two dozen guardsmen dressed as tourists milling around watching them covertly. It would be fine. The fake last name he’d booked it under seemed like a minor detail.

“I think we’re starting with space mountain!” Jason informed them in his best tour guide voice, “Who’s ready?”

“Me! Me! I am!” Ellie jumped up and down then spun in a circle, did a front roll then stood up and jumped again.

“Wow. She is really ready!” Leo observed.

The group started walking, following the tour guide. They were all mesmerized by the sights. There was so much to see and so much to do. Riley was too busy looking around to notice Xander had stopped walking until she tripped over him. “Oof!”

“Whoa there!” Drake called out as he caught her in his arms.

“Thanks, damn.” She blinked up at him, “Where did you come from?”

“While you were watching everything but your step, I was watching you. It’s what I do.”

Riley smiled at him, “You really are totally obsessed with me, aren’t you?”

“Obviously. Now, are you ok?”

“Yes, but….Xander, honey, what are you doing?” She turned to look at her son who was still rooted to the spot, eyes wide as saucers. Riley followed his gaze to find his eyes locked on Pluto. “Oh, no. Liam?”

“What is it, love?”

“I think your son is scared of Pluto.”

Liam squatted down in front of him, “Hey buddy, are you ok?”

Xander didn’t speak, didn’t move, just continued to stare at Pluto.

“What wrong with ‘ander?” Jax’s lip started to tremble.

“Oh, hey, kiddo, it’s ok!” Drake knelt next to Jax, but it was too late. The toddler’s eyes filled with tears as he let out an ear splitting shriek.

“Jesus!” Leo put his hands over his ears, “Fuck, can someone shut that kid up?”

“Leo.” Drake said through gritted teeth, his eyes still focused on his child, “Just shut up, will you? You’re as bad as the kids, fuck!”

“You said fuck.” Ellie pointed between them accusingly, “Mommy! Tata said fuck! So did uncle Leo! They’re not supposed to say that word, right?”

“Hey, it’s ok, Xander, watch!” Max went over and got a high five from Pluto, “See? Pluto is totally cool! Do you want to give him a high five?”

Xander shook his head slowly from side to side, eyes still wide. Jax threw himself of the pavement and started thrashing around. Drake bent over and hauled Jax off the ground as Max tried to convince Ellie to give Pluto a high five and Liam comforted Xander.

Ellie approached the giant dog and held her hand out with a tentative smile. Xander’s eyes grew even wider as he yelled out, “Ellie, no!”

Ellie hesitated, glanced back at her brother’s terrified face then turned and shoved Pluto as hard as she could, sending him stumbling back to crash into Max.

Drake thrust Jax into the closest adult’s arms as he ran to restrain Ellie who was now swinging on Pluto. That person happened to be Leo. “Oh…ok….”

Drake pulled Ellie back as Liam raced to help Max up from the ground where he had sprawled after stumbling backwards and tripping over a curb. Riley took his place next to Xander, wrapping her arms around him and murmuring words of comfort as he buried his face into her body and sobbed, “Ellie! Ellie!”

“What the hell?” Leo muttered as he felt something warm spreading across his stomach. Glancing down he saw a wet spot growing across the fabric of his light grey, soft linen Laguna button up shirt. “Fuck! Shit! Goddamn it!”

Drake held a still swinging Ellie tightly in his arms as he told Pluto, “It might be best if you just go, ok?”

Pluto nodded his head as he placed his large hands over his mouth. He waved as he ambled away.

“Max!” Leo bellowed, “Come take this kid please! He peed on me!”

Max pulled Jax out of Leo’s arms as Pluto left, and Drake, Liam and Riley calmed the other two children.

Leo stripped his shirt off and asked the guide, “Is there a clothing store around here somewhere?”

“Yes, sir.” Jason answered, “Come on, I’ll take you to the nearest gift shop.”

Riley eyed Leo’s bare chest and shoulders appreciatively, “Damn, Leo. Been keeping up with your gym routine?”

A self satisfied smirk broke out across his face as he flexed for her. He winked at her as he replied, “You know it babe!”

Drake’s eyes tracked back and forth from Riley to Leo as he inserted his body between them and draped an arm around her shoulder. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “If you just want to drool over pecs and abs, I’d be more than happy to remove my shirt for you.”

She grinned up at him with interest, “Really? Right here? In the middle of Disneyland?”

Drake nipped at the side of her neck as they walked, “If that’s what the lady wants……..”

Jax exited the gift shop skipping. He was delighted with his brand new Mickey Mouse shirt and short set. Leo was less excited about his new amusement park t-shirt emblazoned with the image of Goofy.

The rest of the morning flew by in a blur of rides, attractions and children’s giggles. They stopped at Award Wieners for lunch on Jason’s recommendation. “If the kids like chilidogs, you’re going to want to try this place.”

The third time Drake had to chase Jax across the room, a woman in a group of French tourists at a nearby table told her companions, “Les parents américains sont de tels jeux d'enfant. Regardez ces enfants. Petite merde. Mes parents n'auraient jamais permis un tel comportement!”

Riley turned to stare at the woman as she whispered to Liam, “Did she just call us pushovers and say our kids are little shits?”

Liam, ever the diplomate, tried to diffuse the situation, “Riley, sweetheart, let’s not cause a scene.”

Drake had no such qualms, “That’s exactly what she said.”

Before any of the adults could react, Ellie turned her gaze on the woman and responded, in perfect French, “Peut-être que vos parents auraient dû vous inculquer certaines manières. Imaginez une femme adulte adulte qui parle de la merde des enfants d'âge préscolaire.”

Riley’s face lit up in delight, she grabbed Max’s arm, “Did my daughter just tell that woman her parents should have taught her some manners?”

Max grinned at her, “She said, and I quote, perhaps your parents should have instilled some manners in you. Imagine being a grown adult woman talking shit about preschoolers.”

The woman stuttered and stumbled over an apology before hurriedly excusing herself from the table with a deep flush.

“Very good, Ellie, mama’s proud of you!” Riley high fived her daughter.

As Ellie drew her arm back from the high five, her elbow collided with her cup, sending the fruit punch flying.

“Fuck!” Leo’s chair shot away from the table as the coldness from the icy beverage shocked him, the red color soaking through quickly to the skin, ruining the white of the goofy t-shirt. “Are you kidding me? Again?”

“I’m so sorry uncle Leo!” Ellie’s bottom lip protruded as tears stared to gather in the corners of her eyes.

Leo’s pique evaporated immediately. “Oh, no. Don’t cry, baby girl, it’s ok, I’m not mad, see?” Leo stripped his shirt off for the second time that day. “I didn’t like this shirt anyway.”

Liam sighed in annoyance as he watched Riley’s eyes casually track down Leo’s torso while she sipped her iced tea. “I’m beginning to think he’s doing it on purpose.”

Drake grunted in agreement.

Max leaned in, “He’s not seriously flirting with her though, right? I mean, she’s eight and half months pregnant!”

All three men’s heads turned to watch as Leo used the Goofy t-shirt to wipe the sticky liquid from his chiseled abs, his movements slow and languid as he drew the fabric up and down his body, his eyes locked on Riley the entire time.

“Oh yeah, he’s flirting.” Liam confirmed.

“Fucker.” Drake muttered.

After a second detour to a gift shop, Leo pulled a light blue shirt with the Disneyland logo on it over his head as he conversed with the tour guide. They were waiting for Riley and Ellie outside the women’s restroom.

“So, how are you all related?” Jason asked curiously.

“Well, that one is my brother.” Leo pointed at Liam.

“Right. And she’s married to which one?”

“Same. Him, my brother.” Leo gestured again.

“Really?” Jason looked surprised, as he pointed to Drake, “I would have bet it was that guy.”

“Well, I mean, they’re kind of all with her.” Leo offered.

Jason blinked, “Wait. What?”

“Yeah, have you ever seen that show Sister Wives?”

“Yes…”

“It’s like that. Brother husbands!” Leo laughed at his own joke.

“All three of them?” Jason asked incredulously.

“Yeah.” Leo nodded.

“But not you?” The guide arched an eyebrow questioningly.

Leo shook his head sadly, “Nope, not me.”

“Didn’t make the cut huh?”

“What? No! I mean, yes, I mean- you know what?” Leo raised his voice trying to get Liam’s attention, “Can we get a different guide? I don’t like this one!”

Liam shook his head as he called back, “Jason has been nothing short of an amazing guide. I would never dream of replacing him or besmirching his professional reputation.”

“That’s…whatever.” Leo growled, “What are we doing next?”

“Spinning teacups!” Max answered him.

“Really? Teacups?” Leo asked skeptically.

“Feel free to go seek out some of the more adult friendly rides on your own.” Drake told him.

“Yes, Leo.” Liam chimed in, “I’m sure you could have a really good time on your own. Probably even pick up a woman. We all know how much you like casual, anonymous sex.”

“No, thanks.” Leo shook his head with a smug smile, “I do like that, but I’m having fun with you guys.”

When they arrived at the teacup ride, Leo quickly exclaimed, “I’m riding with Riley!”

Liam, Max and Drake looked at each other for a moment, a look passed between them, then Drake answered, “Fine. But you have to take Ellie and Xander with you.”

“Deal!” Leo crowed, pausing only a moment to wonder why Drake had acquiesced so quickly. It wasn’t like him.

Leo climbed into a car with Riley and the two older children while the other three men took their seats with Jax in between them.

“Now remember,” Liam warned, “No one spin that wheel, we don’t want a motion sick toddler.”

“Not to worry.” Max assured him, “I don’t like things that spin. That’s Ellie.”

“Yeah,” Drake agreed, as he shot a smile Leo’s direction, “and Xander is the one who gets motion sick.”

Leo’s head snapped up, “What?” But it was too late, the ride was starting.

Ellie gleefully reached for the steering wheel in the center of the ride and twisted.

“Hey, Ellie!” Leo tried for a cajoling tone, “How about we don’t spin this thing, ok?”

“Don’t be scared Uncle Leo!” Ellie giggled as she spun the wheel harder.

“Aiyeeeee!” Xander yelled as their cup spun faster.

“I’m not scared, sweetheart, I’m just worried about your brother!”

Riley glanced at Xander, who was yelling and laughing, “He’s fine!” She assured him.

Leo wasn’t so sure. He looked around until he found the rest of their group in the yellow teacup. Drake was watching him with a look of anticipatory amusement on his face. Shit. He had a feeling he was going to need another shirt.

Miraculously, they made it through the ride with no one throwing up. Leo heaved a sigh of relief as he helped Riley out of the cup. Ellie scrambled out and ran past him as he reached back and lifted Xander out.

As they walked toward the exit, Xander stumbled and weaved from side to side. Ellie giggled and pointed, “Look! Xander’s dizzy!”

Leo barely glanced at the child, turning his attention instead to his sister in law as they exited back onto the main walkway in front of the attraction, “Come on, Riley, you don’t need to be walking all over this huge ass park! Let those guys take the kids, we can find some shade and sit, and I will fetch you turkey legs!”

He felt a tug on the hem of his shirt, he looked down to find Xander staring up at him, “Uncle Leo?”

“Yeah buddy?” His brows drew together as he watched Xander mumble something that he couldn’t hear. He squatted down to get on eye level with his nephew, grasping him by both shoulders as he asked, “What did you say Xan?”

Xander opened his mouth as if he were going to speak, but instead a steamy, chunky stream what looked like a thick mixture of enchilada sauce and cottage cheese spewed from his mouth, hitting Leo square in the chest and splattering onto his face and arms.

“Shit!” Leo yelped as he fell backwards, trying to scrabble away from Xander who was still heaving chunks of his lunch.

Riley was unbothered. “Oh no. Maybe letting him have two chilidogs and funnel cake at lunch was a mistake, huh?”

“You think?” Leo stared at her in wide eyed horror as he pushed himself off the ground and stumbled toward Max, “A little help?”

“Oh….oh, no.” Max shook his head violently and took a step back as he retched a little, “I can’t…..”

“Oh, what’s wrong, Max?” Leo stepped closer as a mischievous grin spread across his face, “Can’t handle a little vomit?”

“I…no…” Max took another step backwards, and retched again, “I mean it, Leo, I’m a sympathetic puker!”

“Max, buddy.” Leo opened his arms wide like he was going to hug him.

“Leo, oh!” There was a dry heave then suddenly Max was spewing his lunch all over Leo.

“Fuck!” Leo turned and vomited into the bushes.

Liam turned to Drake with a shrug, “He kind of asked for that.”

Drake was shaking with laughter as tears of mirth streamed down his face, “I wish….I wish… I’d gotten that….gotten that… on video!” He bent double and grasped his stomach as he struggled to catch his breath.

Unfortunately, there was another sympathetic puker that had witnessed the whole display. The teenage boy inside the Dumbo costume hurled at about the same time Leo did. Though it was expressly against park rules to remove the head from the costume for any reason, he was beyond caring as the overwhelming stench from his own half digested lunch that now coated the inside of the already stifling suit made his stomach continue to roil. The risk of getting fired wasn’t even on his mind as he pulled the head off.

Ellie’s eyes opened wide as she watched Dumbo pull his own head off his body. She let out an earth shattering scream at the same time Jax noticed and began crying hysterically as he pointed, “Ella pant dead! Ella pant dead!”

Xander stopped throwing up and added his own screams to Ellie and Jax’s.

“Fuck!” Leo wiped his mouth as he rejoined the group, “This is why I’m never having kids!”

“Excuse you?” Liam blinked at him in astonishment, “You’ve had no less than twenty six paternity suits filed against you!” He would know, he always had to sign off on the royal lawyers representing Leo in court.

Leo scoffed, “Only seven of those turned out to be mine.”

Liam didn’t respond to that as he’d turned his attention to attempting to calm his hysterical children.

Riley passed out some baby wipes to Max, Leo and the kid in the Dumbo suit.

Turning to the tour guide, Leo asked, “Is there a place I can shower around here?”

“Uh….yes, there are showers in the restrooms near Calypso Pool. Shall I take you there?”

“Yes, please and I’m going to need pants in addition to a shirt this time.”

Riley eyed him critically up and down, “You look like you’re about Drake’s size. I can go pick out some clothes for you while you shower. We’ll meet you over there.”

“Thank you, beautiful, you’re an angel.” He grinned at her, already shirtless again.

Jason pointed out the nearest gift shop before turning to escort Leo to the pool. Riley placed a hand on her stomach as she felt a contraction ripple through her abdomen. It was nothing, she decided, just some Braxton hicks.

“Everything ok?” Drake asked her.

“Just fine.” She smiled up at him, “Now let’s go get Leo some clothes.”

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Words/lines that were used with permission from brain storming sessions:

@dcbbw for “Riley was unbothered” and “Come on, Riley, you don’t need to be walking all over this huge ass park! Let us find some shade and sit and I will fetch you turkey legs!”

@harleybeaumont for “steamy” and @karahalloway for “chunky”, @dcbbw for “mixture of enchilada sauce and cottage cheese”

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