#I'm ready to kill August

[pickletrip]

August you little piece of shit.

Could you stop and think for once before doing something, especially when you already know that Day likes you romantically?! You already knew that you could not reciprocate his feelings so you decided to lie and pretend hoping it would make Day feel better?? What kind of rationalizing is this? Dude, c'mon.

Day is not just dealing with his romantic feelings here and you cannot just assume that you can fill in a role temporarily just to give him good memories and feelings. NOBODY FEELS GOOD BEING LIED TO. Take your pity and stuff it up your ass. I cannot feel any sympathy for him. If you want to make Day feel good and happy be genuine about it. It's very simple.

If you already knew that you did not like him that way, then why did you initiate that kiss?

Did Day confess directly to you so you felt the need to take some action? NO.

Did Day tell you that he had a crush on someone and you were scared of losing him? NO.

Then why would you kiss him and then reject him when he kisses back? What tomfoolery is this? Are you living in your imagination and you think your actions have no consequences? Did you suddenly think that by kissing him things would naturally fall into place? NO AUGUST. THAT'S NOT HOW LOVE WORKS.

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SO IT GOES - chapter 17

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, ANGST, badly proofread Wordcount: 3.4K A/C: short chapter to set everything up for the FINAL chapter of the Before London section! enjoy this :) i'm sorry...

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Before London

three weeks later

“Hey baby, come in,” Lala steps aside to let me into her and Arike’s beautiful apartment. Despite how quickly I had grown close with the two of them, I hadn’t been here since that night early in the season. That night I chose wrong.

“You look gorgeous!” I smile, holding a bag of pastries and two iced matchas in my other hand.

“So do you Zari,” the older woman smiles as I make my way in. The AC brings relief quickly, August in Dallas not any cooler than July. “I love the shorts.”

I smooth over my white linen shorts, the matching button up left open with a black tube top underneath. I follow Lala to the couch, sitting down on the opposite corner, letting my hair down from a clip.

“Where’s Arike?” I ask, handing the other matcha to her.

“Practice,” Lala says. “I swear she doesn’t do anything but train now that it looks like they’re making it to the playoffs.”

I chuckle, sipping on my drink. Indeed the Dallas Wings had really turned it around since the early season, Arike and her had become a feared backcourt duo already. Things were looking positively bright for the team despite everything else.

“So, how are you doin’?” Lala asks.

“Oh, I’m good, lots of work but… Good. And you?”

Lala looks at me tilting her head and reaching out to stroke my arms comfortingly. “Zari, I mean how are you really?”

Gulping, I move my gaze from her intruding eyes to the matcha in my hands. I know what she wants to talk about. And I should talk about it to someone. But it was easier to just bury myself in work. 

It had been three weeks since me and Paige spoke. Of course there were forced conversations here and there, running into her at the apartment building, interviews and content we had to do together. But we got through those, we’re both professionals after all. Other than that there hadn’t been many words.

I need some space Paige. I’m sorry it has to be like this. I really care about you, but I have to think what’s right for me. It’s all too much too soon and I need to think about what I want. I’m sorry.

Izzie please could I just come over and talk abt this. Please.

I think it’s best we don’t talk for a little while Paige.

Those were the last texts between me and her. Radio silence after that. I guess exactly what I’d asked for, except it was killing me inside. I felt sick all the time, unable to eat or sleep. The nausea was overwhelming, leaving me to nibble on my food until I felt sick to my stomach. It showed, I could tell I looked tired, worn. 

“I’m… hanging in there, you know?” I finally answer.

Lala nods, stroking my arm caringly. “What’s going on with you and Paige?”

My heart stumbles. When I was little I had a habit of pressing bruises on my legs to make them hurt - hearing her name felt like that, echoing in my ear painfully. I bite down on my lower lip to stop the trembling. Stop Izzie. Stop.

“I just, I don’t think I’m ready for what she wants,” I mumble, ignoring the burn in my eyes or the scratchiness of my throat. “She told me she loved me.”

She nods knowingly. I guess Paige had told her all about it too. It hurts me to know I hurt her enough to have her coming to Lala and Arike for advice.

“And you don’t feel the same?” She asks, biting down on the pastry.

Without hesitation I shake my head. “No, it’s not that. It’s just… My past and I haven’t healed enough yet. I keep projecting my fears onto Paige and it’s not fair. It’s just gonna keep getting worse until… Until she realises I’m not a good person. Or a lovable person.”

“Zari, you know that’s not true,” Lala comforts me. But I don’t need comforting over it. I know it’s true. I’ve accepted it. I shrug, taking a sip of my matcha.

“So you love her,” Lala doesn’t ask but states as a fact. My heart sinks. I don’t know what I feel. Perhaps she’s right, perhaps I do. But everytime I dared to think it might be true, I remember what happens to me when I fall in love. What happened the last time, bound to happen again.

“I don’t know how I feel,” I admit, my voice shakier than I’d like. Inhaling deeply, I say the words that force me to face reality. “I think if it’s this hard already… It will never work out.”

“Respectfully, I disagree,” Lala says surprisingly. “You two are really good together, good for each other.”

“Then why is it so hard to make it work?” I ask, my eyes welling up. In a perfect world, I would just want her, and that would be enough. But in this one, nothing about this was easy. I had to live in reality, not in some fairytale I had created in my mind.

“Me and Rike had issues too at first,” she says. I furrow my brows. Her and Arike? But they were perfect.

Like reading my mind she chuckles. “I know, but trust me we did. It took a lot of work and resilience to get to this point. But we both knew it was worth it because in the end we were meant to be together, y’know.”

“How do you know it’s worth it?” I ask.

The woman smiles, taking my hand and squeezing it. “That’s for you to figure out, Zari.”

-

“I like your accent”

“I like your accent”

“I like your accent”

I look at the clip over and over, Gabby eyeing her up and down before walking off. Jealousy runs through my veins straight into my heart. I guess I didn’t have the right to be jealous, not anymore.

My mind could barely wrap around what had happened between us. I wanted to blame Trey, that her advances had freaked Izara out. I wanted to blame Gabby, that she got into Izara’s head and made her change her mind about me. But I knew it wasn’t true. It was just easier to blame someone else than to accept that the fault was mine.

I couldn’t believe how I had behaved that night. Izzie, who had been brave enough to be vulnerable about her past, had revealed parts of herself to me that she hadn’t to anyone else. And I had made a promise to protect her heart. And I had done the complete opposite.

A horrible dread loomed over me, preying on me behind every corner. The only time I could escape it was on the court, so most of my days were spent at our practicing facilities with Arike. She did her best to get me to talk about me and Izzie, but I had become skillful in the art of avoidance. Yet, when I climbed up the stairs of our building, past her door, my heart sank each time. The one place I couldn’t avoid her was home

I miss you

I write the text, finger hovering over the send button before deleting it. No. She needed space.

And if I loved her at all, I'd give it to her. Even if it killed me inside.

-

I yawn as I hold my coffee cup, inhaling the comforting smell. I hadn’t really been sleeping well in the past weeks, apparent by the layers of makeup I had to add to my undereyes that had darkened. 

“Are the girls ready soon?” The set director yells, peeking her head into the dressing room. 

“About to get dressed,” the stylist said, handing around grey, black and white boxers. Woxer - the women’s boxer brand had got some of the Wings to do a photoshoot, so now the players were lined up in chairs, getting their makeup and hair done in the early morning.

I’m trying my best to keep my eyes at the floor, but every now and then my gaze flickers to Paige, as she laughs lightheartedly with Lou, without a care in the world.

Trey’s on his phone beside me, texting quietly. 

“Hey Trey, could you take some pics from right here please?” I ask, whispering, watching the way the player’s impressions reflect on the mirror.

Trey, with a quiet huff, rolls his eyes but does as I asked wordlessly. Ever since that night he tried to kiss me, he had been cold and distant. It sucked, because I thought we were friends. But I was never a friend to him, I saw that now. Still, I felt guilty. Maybe I had led him on. Perhaps I’d been too harsh.

The girls change, all standing around in their boxers and sports bras. I can’t tear my eyes from Paige, her tan skin against the white cotton. The effort she had put in had done favors to her - her weight had gone up, shoulders broad and arms grown especially in her biceps, much like her thighs. Oh God. This couldn’t possibly get worse for me.

And then it does.

Two people walk in, holding a body oil and begin to lather the players up one by one. My body wants me to forget the past three weeks and rub the oil into Paige’s skin myself as I watch these strangers’ massage her body. Her muscles look more defined, smooth skin glowing as she looks at herself in the mirror and grins.

“Holy shit,” she chuckles and flexes in the mirror. “Goddamn I look sexy.”

My heart flutters, eyes burning suddenly like they did every time she spoke around me. It was so easy to imagine everything was okay between us. God, I wish they were. But I didn’t know anymore. Love shouldn’t be this hard. So it can’t be real love.

Mine and Paige’s gazes meet in the mirror momentarily, but I quickly look to the ground, walking with the crew to the set doing everything I can not to even look the blonde’s way.

“The girls are gonna love this,” Arike chuckles as they get positioned in front of the camera. I smile to myself. She wasn’t wrong. The Wings’ demographic had changed immensely, crowds full of girls ogling over each player - mostly over my girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend, I mean. I guess. We were still just on a break.

The girls go through the group photos, moving on to singular shots. They all look amazing, and I know this campaign was a good one to get for them. I sip on my coffee, posting teasers on social media when the set director taps my shoulder.

“Hey, could you be a doll and help out a bit,” she smiles. I glance around, everyone else is running around, helping the other girls.

“Of course, whatever you need,” I reply, putting my phone down. Only to see her hand me a bottle of baby oil, pointing to the set where Paige is standing, getting final touches for her hair. You have to be fucking joking. What did I do in my past life to deserve this.

Too nice to resist, or to ask for someone else to do it, I take a deep breath before walking over to the blonde. Her eyes widen momentarily as I approach her. Paige clears her throat, and bites down on her bottom lip.

“Hey,” I say quietly, showing her the bottle. 

“Sup,” she replies, looking everywhere but at me as I pour the oil onto my hands.

“Sorry, they needed help,” I murmur, bracing myself before walking behind her and beginning to oil up her newly carved out back - not that I should notice or care. But I do.

 I don’t miss the goosebumps forming on her skin as I rub her body, kneeling down to do her legs. My hands massage her calves, knees and finally her thighs. My body was betraying me, forcing me to take gulps of air as quietly as I could as my hands wander over Paige’s body. Every nerve inside me feels as if on fire. I do my best to ignore it, but a nagging feeling in my head tells me she feels it too.

Getting back up face to face with her, I begin to massage the oil into her hands. Those strong, long fingers, one by one. Her hand curls slightly in mine. Just enough to make me wonder if I imagined it.

Suddenly her voice cuts through the tension. “So, how you been?” There’s no malice, no anger. A genuine question. It catches me off guard.

“Um, good. I mean okay,” I murmur, my eyes glued on Paige’s arms so I didn’t have to look into her ocean blue eyes. “How about you?”

She nods slowly. “Okay too,” she says in a hoarse voice, her breath hitching when my long nails scratch against her abs before rubbing in the oil. We go quiet, the hussle of the set seems distant around us.

“All done,” I say, glancing up to let myself take a dip in her eyes just for a moment. I nearly drown, wanting to say more. But there was nothing to say.

Paige looks down at me, exhaling shakily.

“Thanks, Iz,” she hums. Hearing my name come out of her mouth again felt euphoric. In that moment I want to make it work more than anything.

-

“Gotta be kidding,” I mumble to myself after the second time I tried to wash my body clean of the oil. It didn’t help. I kept finding it everywhere. As I’m about to hop back into the shower, my phone rings. Dad.

“Sup Bobby,” I answer, putting on my best act of my normal self. Though I was just slightly elated from feeling Izzie’s hands on me earlier. It was enough to keep me going for the rest of the day. However, it reminded me of how badly I missed her. And I did. Every damn day.

“I’m not loving that nickname,” my dad jokes. “Was just asking if you’re still flying in next week?”

Fuck. I had completely forgotten I had promised to show up to surprise my little brother who had been missing me badly according to my dad. Next week was the only time I could, before the playoffs would consume my life.

“Yeah, ‘course,” I mumble, sitting on the corner of my bed in my robe.

“Drew’s gonna be so damn happy,” he says happily into the phone. I chuckle dryly in response. I would die for my brother, but it was the worst timing with everything going on. “You bringing your girl too? Would be nice to see Zari!”

I nearly hiss at the sound of her name. Clenching my fist I shake my head as if my dad could see it.

“Nah,” is all I can muster up.

“Uh oh,” he says into the phone. “Trouble in paradise?”

I exhale, trying to think of a way to lie myself out of this one. Except I don’t have the strength to. So I tell him everything, the I love you, the bar fights, the secrecy, every little detail that had gone right and put me and Izzie on a path we weren’t supposed to be on. This couldn’t be God’s way.

“Shit,” he says bluntly. I chuckle bitterly, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye.

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

My dad stays on the line, quiet for a while before speaking. “You know, sometimes love doesn’t happen at the speed you wish it did.”

I listen. He’s right. Much like Izzie made schedules of her entire life, I created a schedule in my head of our relationship. One I was disappointed she wasn’t following. Despite being very aware of her past.

“It don’t mean she doesn’t love you, or care about you just as much as you do about her. But people bring different baggage into their relationships and it just… Changes how they view love y’know? I met that girl. She spent the entire time laughing at my stupid jokes and talking with your old man. She loves you. But maybe to say it outloud for her means something else than it does for you.”

I hate that he’s right. My mind jumps back to Izzie telling me about Jasper, the way she was trembling and hyperventilating when I accidentally snapped at her - all because of one man that had really messed her up. She was always hard to read. I knew everything she told me about her engagement was likely just the tip of the iceberg. How could I be so impatient and careless with her. 

“I mean maybe you just gotta be patient - Not easy for you I know but... Give her some time. She’ll come around Paige. Just do something small to show her that you’ll be there when she’s ready.”

His words really hit me. I knew exactly what to do. Telling my dad I’ll call him later I get dressed in a rush, checking the clock. She’d be home in about five minutes. I knew this because of course I had memorised her schedule.

I don’t care how long it takes. I’m not going anywhere. - P

Hurrying downstairs, I leave in front of her apartment door the note on top of the real Cadbury’s chocolate bar I ordered from England - the exact one Izzie had told me she missed on our first date. 

-

5, 6, 7… I count the reps in my head as I do shoulder press, sweat trickling down my back. The burn in my muscles makes me shut my eyes, Drake blasting from my earbuds. I let out a deep sigh of relief when I finally place the weights down onto the ground. The weight room was the only place I found my mind going quiet - the only place I didn’t worry about me and Izzie. 

“Paige,” Arike jogs to the room, out of breath. “Bro.”

I turn, expecting to see her usual, smiley self. Instead I’m faced with serious, furrowed brows, frowning Arike. Something’s wrong. Very wrong.

“Yeah?” I ask, taking off my earbud. She walks to me, shoving her phone onto my hand.

-

I run the hallways of College Park, my sneakers squeaking against the floor echoing up and down the halls. Where the hell is she? This can’t be happening. No fucking way this is happening.

My heart feels like it might burst. Like it’s trying to race out of my chest as I look for the familiar dark waves, the sharp green eyes, the confident posture of the woman I loved. Where the fuck is Izara?

My stomach churns. I feel sick, not just for me. But for Izzie. Almost mindlessly I check behind every unlocked door, every corner. But I can’t find her.

“Trey!” I yell, running after the man walking ahead of me. He turns, clearly still angry from what happened at the bar. I don’t care. It’s the least of my worries right now. “You seen Izzie?”

He rolls his eyes but shakes his head. “Not since this morning.”

“Fuck,” I mumble and jog off the other direction. Never had I cursed College Park for being such a maze before. The fluorescent lights were making my eyes dry and my head spinned. Finally I decide to stop. 

Closing my eyes I listen. I hear it. The clacking of her heels.

It’s faint. But it’s her.

Walking toward the sound behind a corner I find her, like some miracle. But seeing her only makes me feel more sick to my stomach.

“Izzie,” I pant out, my lower lip trembling but I bite down on it to make it stop.

“P- Paige? What’s wrong?” She asks, immediately taken back by my expression.

Without a word, I hand her my phone. On the screen it’s playing a video with over 500k views. From three weeks ago, Izzie and I, hugging and dancing against each other in the dim, purple hue of the club lights.  And finally, facing each other and clearly, without a doubt, kissing each other passionately carelessly. The entire moment just for us, now shared with everyone online.

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[intermundia]

SHOOT DAY 28: WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 6, 2003 LOCATION: Stage 3 SET: Mustafar landing platform SCENES SHOT: 145pt (Padmé confronts Anakin on Mustafar and Obi-Wan arrives)

At 2:45, they're ready for close-ups of Hayden. Lucas discusses the tone with him. "This is Anakin's greatest moment; he's got all these new powers-everything is fine." "Anakin's just gone and killed his family, more or less, so I've done a deed that I thought would've weighed on me," Christensen would say the following day. "But George sees it as an outburst of almost accidental anger that Anakin then has to suffer the repercussions of for the rest of his life. Anakin thinks he's done the right thing in killing all the Jedi, so George wanted me to come to the scene with enthusiasm. Things are good. I'm the most powerful man in the universe and I'm going to be able to save Padmé."

Honestly I think what makes Hayden's performance as Anakin during the confrontation on Mustafar so compelling is that Hayden's instincts are to feel guilt and horror, from the deep revulsion of the good part of him that still lurks inside ('i just killed my family'), and Lucas's direction is to project confidence and enthusiasm out of self satisfaction ('what i did was definitely absolutely right, good, necessary, important').

As a result Hayden gives Anakin a palpable kind of tension in the eyes. He holds up a unsettling false front of willing self-deception, leaning into insane delusions of grandeur to avoid confronting the traumatic reality of what he did. That tension visibly snaps at the perception of betrayal, lashing out in the surge of accidental anger that would haunt Anakin for the rest of his life.

Hayden's acting in that moment, the huge swing of manic joy to a murderous scowl, really never gets the credit it deserves for actually being pretty subtle. It feels natural and seamless despite the high drama and unsubtle dialogue. I love the build up of that psychological tension as he falls into the dark and its explosive, deadly release, it's really perfect to me.

[hedwig221b]

Hi 💕 I love your writing so much - especially the dark and creepy and twisted!

Do you have any Dark Derek/Stiles recs?

I am over a month late answering this, but sure! I love dark sterek with my soul!

The Moon Gave Me Permission by Melpomene (Aconitehart)

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this,” Scott says, eyeing Stiles’ fries. “But Derek Hale is back in town. I saw him at the gas station the other day.” This piques Stiles’ interest. Oh yes it does. Like any good true crime aficionado, Stiles has his favourite case. His pet cold case. His hometown murder. The thing he brings up when he’s tired of small talk and just wants to get real. The Hale Family Fire and the suicide of Katherine Argent. Stiles knows this case inside and out. He’s racked up thousands of karma points on reddit for his thoughtful analysis, his pictures of the crime scene, and of his reporting of local gossip. Beacon Hills is a small town, small enough that Stiles is the only one on the Unresolved Mysteries subreddit to have actually seen the burnt out shell in person. He’ll tell anyone who listens what he finds fascinating about the case. Absolutely no shame. He’s read all of the articles, he’s pestered his father’s deputies for more information, and he’s read every cold case compilation book that so much as mentions it. No one knows this case like Stiles does. In which Derek Hale is a man with a dark past, and Stiles is completely obsessed with him.

Three Little Words by Chloepioneer

“Oh god,” he whines, slapping a hand over his mouth to quell the vomit that boils the back of his throat. “Derek, is that the mailman?” or Derek has a bad habit of killing people that take an interest in Stiles. Stiles might like it a little bit.

I am not sorry, it is a lie by LunarLacrimosa

There's old stories. Dark tales of forced love and forced turnings. Of sexual copulation that would almost guarantee a human turning; the bite had a risk of being denied because a human was rejecting what was happening to them. Usually the human had no idea that they could reject anything with copulation—if it happened to be forced there was the rejection of the act itself, but not of the change. “I didn't know.” Stiles raises his gaze to meet Derek's own, honey brown eyes resigned but not betrayed. “I'm sorry,” and he supposes he should be grateful that Stiles couldn't pick up the tick in his heartbeat that would give him away just yet. “I know this isn't what you wanted.”

A brand new game by Nival_Vixen

The nogitsune never really left, but Stiles hasn't stopped trying to control the monster in his head, even if he wakes up screaming most mornings. Even when he's managed to control the nogitsune and his power, Deaton and Scott still bind and restrict him. For the next three years, Stiles plays along with their game until he decides that he's ready to play his winning hand.

Alpha by Nival_Vixen

Stiles has been kidnapped by a serial killer known only as Alpha. Stiles finds himself far too attracted to the man that's probably going to kill him.

No one called, until someone did. by queen_of_OTPs

Stiles found that he hadn’t spoken more than necessary since August. Gone were the rambling rants, extravagant gestures, and range of vocal tones. Monotone sentences that were cut with sharp edges, words like knives and tone like venom. No one had called.

Sights by dontleaveportland

“Stiles!” John’s booming voice cut in through Stiles’s clouded mind, "What have you done?!” Stiles looked up, finally seeing the scene before him. Braeden beneath him. The blood soaked field. All Hell broke loose in what seemed like seconds, the ground’s vibrations intensified, the screaming voices multiplied. Finally, an alpha’s roar broke the clamor. Stiles sank back to the ground, into the deafening silence. Or that time Derek sought a mate by village competition.

Whatever He Wants, Part Two by GentlyWithAChainsaw

Stiles just adores being Derek's new omega.

the feral wind that lit him ablaze by quackquackcey

"If you don't stop me right now," said Derek, whispers of threatening promise curling around his words, "you’ll never escape my clutches." Claws grazed along the sides of Stiles' neck and Stiles shivered with a moan. His eyes met scarlet ones, filled with the primordial power, deadly and feral, and his core shook. A soft laugh. "Too late," he breathed. ——— FBI agent Stiles goes undercover in Eichen House and ends up with only the most dangerous captive as his cellmate, the serial mass murderer Derek Hale. However, neither his case nor Derek are as they seem, and as the mysteries unravel, so do the secrets of his past that haunt him. Will he burn down alone in the fire around him, or will he burn down with Derek in the fire they spark? 🐺❤️‍🔥

Got My Eyes on You by Endellion

Stiles moves into town and Derek wants him.

Sex and Violence by halcyon1993

Derek is a feared mafia boss. Stiles gets turned on watching him work.

Might be a Predator by churkey

Derek's mom once told him they were predators. It never occurred to him to ask, 'If werewolves are predators, what do we hunt?'.

The Spoils of War by halcyon1993

Alpha Derek is a commander in the Roman Army, tasked with pillaging settlements to claim them for his own people. When he comes across a pretty young Omega during his latest conquest, he can't resist taking him as his personal prize.

Killer wolf by TheBeastsWrite

"They’d all but fallen into his apartment, a tangle of limbs and hot kisses, wet lips swollen and crushing together, clashing again and again until the teen was whimpering in delight. It wasn’t until he was pulling the shirt over the teens head that he had gasped out a desperate “I know it was you.”" Derek is a serial killer, Stiles know's he'll understand.

is this a dream (or is it my lesson?) by Melpomene (Aconitehart)

"I can save you from this," Derek says. As he kneels down in front of Stiles, colour returns to the faded water. It spreads, slowly, up the creek bed and towards the forest. Life returning. "I don't -" Derek cups his cheek, and warmth blooms from that simple contact, chasing away the icy cold within him. "All you have to do is say yes." He opens his mouth to refuse, but Derek leans in suddenly. Their noses brush and Stiles' eyes flutter closed. He can't help but tip his chin up, begging for something he's never had before. "Derek," he whispers, longing burning within him as their lips touch. "Humans are like moths," Derek murmurs. "Always chasing after the lights in the forest. You want to be hunted, deep down. You want this." In which Derek is a forest god determined to make Stiles his.

Perception by DiscontentedWinter

Peter Hale's client is a murderous sociopath. The best thing Peter can do is get him committed to Eichen House, where he'll never see daylight again. He thinks.

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

WHEN OUR LIPS WEREN'T READY TO KISS

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem! Summary: the times you've talked to Eddie. Warnings: none A/N- guys i'm gonna make this a series because i love these two so much.

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-August 20th, 1985- first day of senior year

your locker was next to Eddie's, so it was kind of hard to avoid him even if you tried, you'd always see him at least once a day.

of course you've heard of him, everyone has heard of Eddie Munson, the super senior, the freak.

so to say you were panicking on the inside as you walked up to your locker, seeing him standing right beside yours, digging into the metal box, numbered 169, is an understatement.

you had swallowed thickly before stepping up to your own locker, putting in the code.

in the corner of your eye, you noticed Eddie looking at you and you wanted to run, he was going to sacrifice you, wasn't he? or planning to. oh no, oh God no, you have to run.

you hid behind the door when you heard his slightly cough

you had squeezed your eyes shut before you peeked over your door, finding him looking at you

but when you looked into his eyes, you didn't see a deep pit of fire so hot you felt like you would burn if you got too close.

you didn't see the devil looking back at you

you didn't see anything people described him as, all you saw was a pair of deep brown eyes looking at you softly, a tight smile planted on his lips when he looked down at the floor

you frowned, of no, this was a trap, the devil was disguising himself, he's checking you out to see if you're worthy of sacrifice, run

when he looked back up you looked away, back to digging in your locker, you were scared, to say the least

"that's fine, s'just tryn'a tell ya, you dropped your pen" he bent down picking your pen. feeling the feathery pompom on the end

you looked back at him and stared at your pen. you judged him too quickly, maybe.

"thank you" you mumbled, taking the pen from his hands when he held it out for you

he turned around without another word, shutting his locker and walking off

you might have been a bit rude. but you were just looking out for yourself, right?

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-August 21st, 1985-

it was the next day, and you waited by your locker until the bell, trying to catch Eddie before class.

yesterday was slowly eating you up, you had no reason to be so standoff-ish towards him

he hasn't done anything to you personally, so you have no reason to be scared until he kidnaps you..and kills you.

the bell rang and you watched as he walked into the school. his eyes were dull, yet you didn't see any dark storm following him. he wasn't scary at all.

"Eddie! hi" you called out to him, drawing his attention.

Eddie looked in your direction when he heard your voice. his eyebrows furrowing as he walked to his locker

he looked behind him, but everyone was had gone to class already.

he opened his locker, confused when you stayed there, peeking over the door as he opened it.

"hello?" he spoke wearily, moving his head back to get a better look at you

you looked nervous. of course you were, most people were scared of him. he wouldn't expect you to be any different

pretty girls, ugly hearts, only choosing to follow the rumours. it's a tale as old as time

you looked down, and he had noticed you playing with your fingers when you spoke

"I uh...I wanted to say sorry... for ignoring you..a-and being rude.." you apologised

when you looked up, you saw his eyes blink, but it looked more like a twitch or flinch, in a way.

Eddie had never been apologised to, so to hear those words...it meant...a lot.

"oh" he started, swallowing thickly "thanks"

you smiled sheepishly; you had actually smiled. at him. that never happens.

"so um. you have history? right? Missus Click?" he mumbles

you nodded your head, holding your history book to your chest

he shut his locker and nodded for you to follow him.

you did, not knowing he was in your class as he hadn't showed up yesterday for the last period lesson.

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-September 11th, 1985-

you walked around the school, official papers in your hand, counting the number of signatures you have so far.

you strolled into the cafeteria and looked around the tables, trying to figure out who would sign the paper for you, until your eyes landed on the hellfire table.

surely, right?

you walked over and tapped Eddie's shoulder, ignoring the looks you got

Eddie huffed and got ready for a rut with a peer when he turned around, but he saw you, standing behind him with that smile again.

"hi, Eddie" you swallowed "I was wondering if you'd sign my petition, the school is trying to cancel the play this year but my friends and I-" you started before he cut you off

"-sure" he grabbed the paper and pen, signing messily on the paper, passing it around the table for the rest of the club to sign

that's when you took the time to look at him.

his hair was wild and frizzy, falling just past his shoulders. his shirt wrinkled with the sleeves rolled up. his jackets hung over the back of his chair. that's when you noticed the tattoo that adorned his right arm.

there was one just peeking out from his sleeve, one that looked something like a dragon.

there was one on the inside, a puppet skeleton? with horns, was it the devil? you didn't know

but then the bats, the swarm of bats right below his elbow. you stared at that tattoo for a while, why? you don't know

you liked it

they seemed faded. or a bit rough, like he had done them himself, you wouldn't put it past him. he's very crafty, you've noticed.

he grabbed the pen and paper when everyone had signed and handed it back to you "good luck with the..play"

you thanked him before reluctantly walking away. frowning to yourself

you can't stare at him.

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-December 28th, 1985-

Christmas Holiday started a week ago and you were walking through the town with some Christmas money, planning to spend a few bucks on a cd that one of your favourite artists released.

you walked into the music store, hearing the soft bell above your head as the scent of new vinyl's filled your nose

you loved that smell

the sound of softly playing music can be heard from the radio on the front desk, something from Kate Bush's new album.

you smiled. strolling to the back of the store to the genre you were looking for

your hands reached up and found the plastic cases, flicking through them to find the album, looking through the order again and again, sighing when you couldn't find what you were looking for, maybe it sold out quicker than you could get there, or they didn't get it yet.

your frowned, turning back around, your eyes finding the big METAL sign.

you looked around but it was an empty store, the only person was you and the owner, reading a magazine as he sat down at the front desk.

you stepped forward, intrigue taking over you as you peeked at the front albums, finding gruesome covers, images of hell or a woman being ripped apart, only wearing a bikini made you frown.

no one dares touch this section, that's why dust covers your finger as you swipe the sign.

only satanists listen to metal. that's why you looked around again, still, finding no one.

if anyone saw you looking at metal music, word would spread, and you would be a social outcast. a freak. that couldn't happen

you raised your hand, feeling a breeze of heat wash through you as you picked up an album.

it was orange, with a man in a tight black bodysuit, his chest in view, showing his hairy nipples and he held a flag, he looked kind of scary as he snarled.

the writing in the corner, a neutral yellow wrote W.A.S.P

a hand on you shoulder is what brought you out of the trance, making you jump and let out a squeal.

that was it. your social life was done, over.

you turned around frantically, dropping the album at your feet when you saw Eddie in front of you

he threw his hands up

"sorry.. didn'mean to scare ya" he let out a short, surprised chuckle

he had immediately noticed that you were on edge, blinking quickly and he bent down to pick the album up from the ground

"ah. the last command, exactly what I came here for...you alright?" he looked you up and down

you nodded vigorously, blinking up at him.

he licked his lips "the critics don't seem to like this album, scored it a 45. but I know better than to listen to assholes that call themselves critics"

his lips curled into a smile, it almost looked wicked as you let the anxiousness wash away.

but you blinked one more time and focused on the plush of his lips, the way they upturn when he smiles, his dimples full on display.

it almost made you weak, but you quickly snapped out of it.

you noticed the silver pin on his denim jacket, W.A.S.P.

"don't worry.. M'not gonna tell anyone I saw you" he sighed "it'll be our little secret" he winked

you felt your cheeked redden at the action and you look away

you stood there for a second before rushing out the store, leaving him there, confused, but he didn't let himself be surprised

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-February 7th, 1986-

you avoided Eddie like the plague after your run in at the music store. school had been back for a month and you timed out when you'd go to your locker every day

hiding behind the wall to see if Eddie was there, if he was, you'd wait until he left, or if he wasn't, you'd quickly get your things and rush to class before he was there.

Eddie obviously noticed this, he told himself he didn't care that much, because mostly, he didn't care, he understands, he just thought you were a little different.

he walked the halls, metal lunch box in his hand as he came back from the cafeteria. he opened his locker and stuffed the box in when he heard a bunch of girls giggling, coming out of the cafeteria, going to the bathroom, probably. but he heard you. your giggle.

he doesn't know when he memorised your laugh. he only cared when he heard his name.

right, they were laughing at him.

he looked back into his locker and reached for his campaign book when he heard the locker beside him open.

"hi" you mumbled

how could you go from making fun of him one minute, to trying to be friendly the next. fuck that

you watched as he slammed his locker shut and walked away

oh.

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-February 15th, 1986-

you were sitting in History, Mrs Click rambling on about something, you wouldn't know, you weren't paying attention.

you were too busy staring at him.

the sun was shining through the windows, casting a glow on his pale skin as he played with his pencil, tapping his foot.

his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were closed as he slumped in his chair

you propped your chin on your hand and just stared, you just weren't aware of it.

you must have been staring a while because when Mrs Click turned around from the board, she immediately caught you

"please pay attention" she scolded your name, hand on her hip with her strict voice

everyone turned to you when you woke up from your trace, finding Eddie looking right back at you with a slight frown.

your eyes widened and you looked away, mumbling a quick sorry before you looked down at your desk

you got to get a hold of yourself, you thought to yourself

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-April 1st, 1986-

You could feel the tension in the air as soon as you spotted Eddie by your lockers. You should have known he’d be here, but it didn’t make it any easier. The space between you and him felt heavier, like there was an invisible line drawn that you couldn’t cross—no matter how much you tried to avoid it.

You took a deep breath, stalling for a moment in the hall, your heart pounding in your chest. You weren’t sure if you were more afraid of him, or what people would say if they saw you talking to him. Maybe both. You had made it this far without looking like an outcast, without drawing any more attention to yourself than necessary. But here he was.

Eddie didn’t say anything when you got closer, but you could feel his eyes on you. That gaze. That steady, unblinking gaze that made everything inside you twist. You tried not to react. You couldn’t show that you were nervous. You couldn’t let him see how much you hated the way you were reacting to him.

The locker door creaked open, and you focused on your books, your fingers fumbling to pull the right one out. You could feel the weight of the silence stretching between you two. It felt suffocating, like you were caught in some moment you couldn’t escape from.

You glanced up once, just enough to see Eddie watching you. His expression was unreadable, his dark eyes intense but not hostile. He looked like he was waiting for something, but you didn’t know what.

Your throat tightened. There were so many things you wanted to say, so many things you didn’t want to say. Apologies. Excuses. But instead, you just let the silence fill the space. You turned your focus back to your locker, shoving your books inside quickly, anything to avoid looking at him for too long.

You felt him shift beside you, like he was about to move, but he paused. You could feel his presence next to you, like a shadow you couldn’t shake off. The air between you seemed to hum with unspoken words. You couldn’t bring yourself to break the silence, so you kept your head down, trying to make the moment end faster than it had started.

The seconds dragged on, and you were sure your heart was beating loud enough for him to hear. You could practically hear the thoughts swirling in your head, and none of them made you feel better. Why couldn’t this be easier? Why couldn’t you just ignore everything that made this so complicated?

Finally, Eddie exhaled sharply, his voice quieter than you expected. "You know," he started, his words deliberate, as if he was trying to find the right thing to say. "Not everyone’s as bad as they say. Not everyone’s like the rumors make them out to be. I’m not some... demon they talk about. Just a guy, y’know?"

He stopped there, his eyes still on you. There was a moment of raw honesty in his gaze, something vulnerable that made your chest tighten.

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. You didn’t know what to say. His words lingered in your chest like a weight, but you refused to acknowledge them.

"just thought you were a little different, guess not"

He gave a small shrug, almost as if dismissing the conversation, and stepped back slightly. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.

You stood there for a long moment, staring after him, your hand still resting on your locker. You could still feel the sting of that brief interaction, the confusion it stirred up inside you. Why did it feel like it mattered so much?

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-April 10th 1986-

You stood in front of your locker, fidgeting with your books, heart pounding in your chest. You knew you couldn’t keep avoiding him. You had to apologize—no more hiding. Taking a deep breath, you finally spotted him, walking toward you, looking as relaxed as ever, but you could sense the tension in the air.

You called out, your voice a little shakier than you intended. “Eddie!”

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes meeting yours, and you could see the flicker of surprise in them. He didn’t say anything, just waited, his posture still tense.

You swallowed, feeling the weight of everything you’d been avoiding. “I... I wanted to apologize,” you blurted out, not knowing where to start. “I’ve been avoiding you, and I shouldn’t have.”

You looked down, feeling a rush of guilt, but you forced yourself to meet his eyes again.

“I don’t think you’re a freak, Eddie.”

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. You weren’t sure what he was thinking, but his silence made you anxious.

“I just… I care too much about what people think,” you continued, stepping closer to him.

Eddie glanced at you for a long moment, his gaze unreadable. Then he let out a slow sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. People… they don’t exactly paint me in the best light.”

You nodded, your stomach flipping. “I know. But that’s not… I don’t want to be like that.”

For a long second, Eddie didn’t say anything. He just watched you, his expression softening, the walls around him starting to come down a little. He leaned back against the lockers, folding his arms.

Your chest tightened, and you took another step closer, feeling the weight of the moment. “I’m sorry. I really am. I don't think you were what people say you are.”

He looked at you then, like he was really seeing you for the first time, his eyes softening, the usual hardness gone. “You don’t have to apologize, you know. It’s just… you’re not the first person to avoid me.” His voice was a little gentler now, and you could tell he wasn’t angry.

You nodded, the tension in your shoulders easing. “I know. But I don’t want to be like them.”

For the first time, Eddie’s lips curled into a small, almost amused smile. “Well, I appreciate that.”

You both stood there in the silence, a little awkward, but it didn’t feel as heavy as it had before. You had no idea where things would go from here, but it felt like maybe you could start over. Slowly.

“Thanks,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter now, but not without a trace of warmth. “It’s… good to hear.”

You gave him a small smile in return, relief flooding through you.

Eddie shrugged, like it didn’t matter much to him, but there was something in the way his eyes lingered on you that told you it did. He straightened up, then, looking like he was ready to move on.

because he knew what he was. and he knew you did too. he wants to believe you though, he really does, but actions speak louder than words, he's come to find.

With that, he turned to leave, but not without a glance back over his shoulder, his usual smirk making an appearance again. It wasn’t like everything had changed in that moment, but maybe you’d both taken a step toward something different. Something real.

You couldn’t help but feel a little lighter as you closed your locker, the weight of the tension between you finally starting to lift.

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Love Thy Frenemy + Ch. 11

ELEVEN: Hurts Too Much to be Anything Else

SIMON GHOST RILEY x FEM READER

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Summary: As if you weren't already miserable enough suffering through a heatwave, a sexy femme fatale from Simon's past shows up on his doorstep and proceeds to burn your little world to the ground.

Warnings/Tags: profanity, arguing, PG-13 spicy situation, allusions to sex, angst

(Notes: Is it bad that I had to re-read my own fic before I could write the next chapter? Eh... It's been awhile.)

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Chapter 11

"Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.”

― Sarah Cross, Kill Me Softly

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You think the heat must be getting to Riley, because he's not acting right, at all.

The heatwave that descended on Banfield around mid-June has yet to let up, and it's August now. The days are sweltering, the nights are suffocating, and this awful humidity is only making it worse. It leaves you both ill-tempered, exhausted and sleep-deprived, but it seems to be affecting Ri much worse than it does you.

Honestly, he's been acting so out of character that you have to wonder if it's more than just the heat. Did something happen during his last deployment? He seemed reluctant to leave, to start with, and now, since his return, he's been prowling about the house like a caged animal, a feral light burning in the dark pits of his eyes. His gaze follows you with unnerving intensity, yet when you dare to look back at him, his eyes dart away. It's worrisome.

But it worries you even more that his hands start to shake when you get too close.

With each passing day, the tension between the two of you grows. It's brewing like a storm, the atmosphere inside the row house getting darker, heavier. The air feels charged with a frenetic energy that makes you restless, unsettled, so you keep yourself busy and stay out of his way.

All you can do is watch and wait.

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You're reluctant to ask Ri to take you to Ploughman's.

Considering his erratic moods of late, you're not sure what might set him off, but he seems agreeable enough to the idea. He even wants to add a few things to the grocery list.

While jotting them down, he glances up, eyes flickering over you. "'M almost done. Go ahead an' get changed, then we'll go."

"There's no need. I'm ready whenever you are," you call over your shoulder, heading to the foyer for your trainers and bag.

Riley stares after you for a moment then follows, brows pinching into a frown. "Whad'ya mean, 'no need'? Ya need tuh change outta them shorts. Ya can't go out like tha'."

You match his frown, glancing down at your old cut-offs. Granted, they're a bit raggedy, but you're just going to get groceries. It's not like you're hitting the posh shops on the King's Row.

"It's just Ploughman's, Ri. No one's going to care about my shorts."

His posture goes rigid, chest puffing out. "I care. Ya ain't steppin' outta this house wearin' 'em. Now, go an' change so we can get this over wiff. Wanna be back in time t'watch the match."

He's already turned and walking back to get the list when you snap at his back, "Then stay home if it bothers you so bloody much. I'll go by myself."

Feelings hurt, you go to open the door, but before you can turn the handle, Ri smacks his hand above your head, holding it shut.

"I done told ya, doll. Ya ain't goin' out in them bloody shorts," he grits out through his clenched teeth. "Now, go. Change."

Furious, you spin around. "Since when did you become the bloody fashion police? It's not like I'm going somewhere special. It's just Ploughman's, for Chrissakes!"

Sneering, he steps back to cross his arms over his chest, peering down his nose at you. "Yeah? So, ya don't mind showin' yer arse tuh the whole village, then?"

"Showin' my... Ooh!" you seethe at him, hands fisting at your sides. You whirl back to the door and yank it open. "Of all the bloody excuses," you mutter under your breath, then fire your parting shot. "Just stay home an' watch your stupid match, since you're too good to be seen with me!"

"I swear t'God, Dee, ya walk out tha' door an' I'll turn ya over my 'fuckin' knee!" he barks at your back.

Your answer to that is a loud and obnoxious snort as you stomp out the door. Who the hell does he think he is, your bloody da? You'll dress however you damn well please. If he's too embarrassed to be seen with you, it's no skin off your nose. He doesn't—

You squawk, shocked when his thick arm encircles your waist, and he hauls you up and off your feet. "Ri! What the—!"

He carries you back inside with you twisting and squirming like an eel, both of you grunting out curses as you try to pry yourself free of his grip.

"Let me go, ya bloody arsehole!"

He kicks the door shut, grunting as he hefts you up, toting you like a sack of potatoes into the sitting room. The next thing you know, he's got you slung over the arm of the couch, one hand on the back of your neck, your flailing legs trapped between his knees to keep you from bucking free.

"Ya want t'wear these out in front'a them cunts?" he growls. His free hand grabs your bum and squeezes. "Ya want 'em gaggin' after this? Is tha' wha' yer after?"

You gasp, frozen in shock, his groping touch as unexpected as his accusation. It stuns you, but it's the sudden clench in your core that makes you wince in shame. Fingers clutching at the couch cushions, you pant, wide-eyed in disbelief.

Riley barks out a harsh laugh. "Tha' got yer bloody attention, dinnit?" He bends over you, leaning down to growl at your ear, "Now pay attention."

Your breath hitches in your chest when his fingers drag up the back of your thigh. "Is this wot yer wantin' t'show all them sods in the village? Want 'em all starin' at yer sweet li'l arse hangin' out uh these skimpy shorts?"

His hand doesn't stop until it reaches their frayed hem. The frayed hem that is now hiked up above the bottom curve of your butt cheek. To drive his point home, he hooks a finger into the elastic leg of your exposed knickers and gives it a little snap. "Not fuckin' happenin', doll. Not on my watch. Understand?"

You don't answer, too mortified to do anything other than lie there, even after he lets you go with an angry huff. You thought Ri was just being a dick about you wearing shabby clothes in public, so it's humiliating to learn that he was actually telling the truth. Even worse, he thought you were doing it on purpose.

Ashamed, you hide your face when tears start to well up, not wanting him to see you cry. Then your breath hitches and you hiccup into the cushion.

Riley heaves out an exasperated breath. "Fuckin' hell, doll..."

Pulling you up by your shoulders, he turns you around, hooking a finger under your wobbling chin when you won't look at him. "Lookit me, doll," he utters lowly, dipping his head to meet your watery eyes. "Christ, love. I didn't mean t'scare ya."

You swipe at your nose, looking away. "You didn't scare me," you mumble, sounding childish, petulant.

He groans, gripping your shoulders. "Fuck, 'm sorry. I was pissed an' wasn't thinkin'. I shouldn't uh put m'hands on ya like tha'. 'M no better than fuckin' Finch—"

With a sharp inhale, you smack both hands on his chest and shove him. Hard. "Don't you dare say that!"

Riley sways back, shocked. "Christ, doll! Was jus' tryin' t'apologize. Calm do—"

"Don't tell me to bloody calm down, not after what you just said!" You bare your teeth, jabbing a finger in his chest. "You're nothing like him. Don't ever say that again!"

Staring at you, Riley nods, holding his hands up, trying to placate you. He's never seen you so angry before.

"Jerry Finch is a monster. He gets off on hurting women, using them like—things. He wanted to hurt me. I could see it in his eyes. He scared me, Ri."

Frustrated by the guilt you see in his eyes, your hands come up to grip his masked face."You have never made me feel afraid, not once, no matter how pissed you were at me. I know you would never hurt me."

An angry tear tracks down your cheek, before you swipe it away. "You make me feel safe. Why do you think I called you for help that night?" Your voice cracks. "You're nothing like that bastard, and you never will be. Not to me."

"Christ, sweet'art," he croaks out, then yanks you forward. Huffing out a breath over your head, he clutches you tight to his chest.

You allow yourself a moment to enjoy his embrace before letting him go. Leaning back, you sniff and swipe at your nose.

"You're still a bloody arsehole, though."

His head jerks back. "Wot?"

You push past him, ignoring his shocked expression as you stomp up the stairs. "Y'know, if you had just told me my knickers were showin', instead of acting like a knuckle-dragging twat, this whole thing could've been avoided. But did you do that? No! You had to blow it all out of proportion. Swear to God, it's like living with a bloody neanderthal!"

He watches you top the stairs and round the newel post, completely confused. "Doll, where're ya go—"

"I'm going to change my bloody shorts, ya bellend!" you snap at him, not looking back. "I'll meet you in the truck."

You're still in a snit when you climb into the passenger seat beside him a few minutes later. Dropping your bag between your feet, you buckle your seatbelt, then cross your arms over your chest and glare at the windshield.

Riley waits a beat then shakes his head and grunts as he starts the truck.

Christ, you drive him mad.

And you make him so bloody hard.

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Since the incident with the shorts, Riley's moods have become even more erratic. It's almost as if he's trying to goad you into arguments now. He snaps and barks and growls, going at you like a dog with a bone.

And at night...

At night, he paces. Back and forth along the hallway, up and down the stairs. It's rare that you hear him, yet somehow you can still sense him moving about the house. Sometimes you'll catch a glimpse of him passing by your open door, a fleeting shadow. Other nights, you'll see him standing in your doorway, his silhouette blocking out the ambient light of the street lamps. You're not sure why he does this, but you're not going to ask.

It's like your da used to say. Sometimes it's best to let sleeping dogs lie.

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The last thing you expected on a Saturday morning is an Amazon warrior with an American accent to come knocking at the door, but that's who you find when you answer it.

"Hey," she greets you in a husky drawl, peering over her mirrored aviator glasses. "Simon around?"

You go stiff as a board when you hear the name. No one but Ollie calls him that. "Excuse me?"

She smirks, tossing her long, black braid over her shoulder. "Simon Riley. Big, grouchy blond guy, about the size of a tank. Ring any bells?"

Your hackles rise at her snarky tone. "And you are...?"

"Peach," Riley murmurs from behind you, standing in the sitting room doorway. He looks like he's been poleaxed.

Her smile goes wide as she removes her shades and hangs them on the neckline of her tank top. "Long time, no see, Ghost man."

"Bloody hell," he breathes, coming forward.

You shuffle out of the way, looking between them, but startle when Peach suddenly throws herself at him, arms and legs wrapping around him like a koala bear. Shocked, you can do nothing but gape.

Peach laughs, hugging him tight. "Did ya miss me?"

Riley—sorry—Simon chuckles and sets her down, holding her at arm's length. You can tell by the way his eyes squint that he grinning. "Whad'ya doin' in the UK? Heard ya cycled out an' turned civvie."

She shrugs then nods. "I did. I work in private security now; I get paid to babysit a Hollywood starlet. Had to fly over for some movie premier she's starring in, so decided to give Soap a call. Had to laugh when he told me where you had moved." She wrinkles her nose, then points her finger at him. "But don't get pissed and beat the shit out of him for tellin' me. He knew you'd want to see me."

Simon shakes his head and grunts. "Still shoulda kept his gob shut," he mutters, but you can tell he's not angry. Not at all.

You're not sure what to do. You were getting ready to leave for work when Peach showed up. You don't want to interrupt their reunion, confusing as it is, but you don't want to be late for work, either.

"Um, sorry to interrupt, but I've got to get to work."

Peach turns her big baby blues on you. "Is this the live-in housekeeper Soap was tellin' me about?" She grabs your hand and shakes it. "Deedee, right? Don't mind me and Si. We go way back." She gives him a cheeky grin. "We used to sleep together, didn't we, big guy?"

Your entire body goes cold, stomach plummeting.

"Fuckin' hell, Peach," Simon growls, sounding annoyed, but he doesn't deny it, nor does he look your way. He only has eyes for her.

"What?" she giggles, teasing him. "We did sleep together. And I still miss my big teddy bear keepin' me warm at night," she coos at him, then laughs when she sees your stunned expression.

"We actually used to work together," she tells you. "Believe it or not, this big lug here trained me to be a pretty decent sniper." She nudges him and grins. "When we weren't cuddling under the blankets, that is."

You think your head might explode.

"Oh... I see," you murmur softly, when all you want to do is scream.

Simon manages to tear his eyes away from her to finally glance at you. "Gotta go up an' shut down my PC, then I'll take ya t'work."

Don't put yourself out, you want to sneer at him, but you don't. He warned you that he didn't do relationships. You're not in one with him, no matter how much you want to be, so acting jealous is only going to make you look like an even bigger fool than you already are. Still, there's only so much you can take.

You open your mouth to tell him you'll just walk, but Peach beats you to it.

"No worries, big guy. Let me take her. My rental's right out front." She looks to you. "Your work's not far, is it?"

Put on the spot, you can only shake your head. "No. I work at the pub by the green. The White Dog."

"Yeah, saw it on my way in." She whacks Simon's arm. "Hell, I'll be there and back before you even get your boots on, stud." She throws her arm around your shoulders and gives you a squeeze. "C'mon, cutie. Grab your shit and let's go."

Simon shakes his head, frowning. "No, wait. I'll take—"

"Ah, stow it, big guy. We're already out the door," she calls over her shoulder, hustling you outside.

You glance back to see Simon watching from the open doorway, scowling, but he doesn't stop her when she herds you into her rental. For some reason, that disappoints you.

Peach drives fast—frighteningly fast, and she talks as fast as she drives.

"Simon's really somethin', huh? Best trainer I ever had. You been with him long?"

"We met two years ago. I moved in last spring."

She nods, squealing tires as she takes a corner. "Yeah, Soap says ya take good care of Si. I appreciate that." She side-eyes you. "There's not any, uh... ya, know... bumpin' and grindin' goin' on between you two, is there?"

Heat creeps up your neck. "No."

She barks out a laugh. "Ooh, the look on your face, girl! Not judgin' ya, I swear. If it was me, I would be fuckin' him every chance I got. Hell, I'm planning on doing just that as soon as I get back to his place."

"What?" you choke out.

She waves her hand, blasé about what she just admitted. "It's why I came to see him. Me and Si have always had chemistry, if ya know what I mean?" She wiggles her eyebrows, giving you a lewd grin.

"Since I'm free and clear of the military, and I heard he's gettin' ready t'cycle out soon, too, there won't be anything holding us back anymore. We can finally be together." She sighs. "Not gonna lie, Deedee. We're gonna be fuckin' like rabbits the whole time you're at work. I've been lookin' forward to this for a while, now. God, I can't wait!"

She brakes in front of the Dog, coming to a screeching halt. "Well, here ya are, sugar. Have a great day at work. Oh, and one more thing."

You're not sure you handle one more thing from her.

Her expression turns solemn. "I want ya to know that just 'cause me and Si are gettin' together, that doesn't mean you'll get kicked to the curb. I hate cookin' and cleanin', so I'll be glad to keep you on as our housekeeper. We'll pay ya a good wage, so you can afford to get your own place. I mean, I doubt you'd wanna be stuck in the same house with us, hearing us goin' at it all the time, am I right?" Her plush lips spread in a benevolent smile.

Peach waves at you, grinning, as she peels away and speeds off to go claim her man. Standing there, you stare after her, numb, until her rental car is no longer in sight.

Shell-shocked, you walk into the Dog on stilted legs, unable to answer when Ollie greets you. It's not until he approaches you with a concerned expression that you fully process what has just happened.

Within the span of a five minute drive, your whole world has just imploded.

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[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Season 5 Trailer reveals Graves unscathed 👁️👁️

He was never in that tank after all...

Plus he's meeting with Farah and Alex?? Maybe because Shepherd abandoned Graves as soon as 141 got Los Vaqueros out so he's searching for another ally/truce?

(I guess they're the last two in 141 who wouldn't kill him on sight 🤣)

Source : Call of Duty Twitter

>> They're revealing the CoD MWIII in Season 5 Launch (August 2nd)

I'm not ready y'all I'm so scared😭

[thecheshireprincess]

Peek Inside My WIP Folder 👀

UPDATED 5/28/2025

i absolutely love when you guys send me requests✨️ you have no idea how honored i feel to write these stories for you - thank you for trusting me to do so 🥹 i have made the difficult decision to close my requests for the summer, but i plan to re-open them August 17th!

here are my current works in progress (requests and non-requests); i have given them all tentative release dates so that i can feel more structured and organized as i write✨️i really will be trying to stick to this schedule, but sometimes inspiration happens when it happens!

quick reminder that i don't typically answer asks until i have your story ready to publish (unless i need more information from you and you've requested anonymously). i will, however, answer an ask if i choose to decline the request, so if you haven't heard back yet, check below because it's probably being worked on! 💕

💕 - Fluff

💔 - Angst/Hurt

🔥 - Smut

✨️ - Part of a series or collection

Also, my regular titles will always be in white (or black if you're on desktop), smut fics will have titles in red

One Shots and Requests:

Completed, but Unpublished (Final Editing) ♤

House of Mirrors (Chishiya x F!Reader) 🔥- You find yourself stuck in a funhouse with Chishiya during a game; why not make use of the mirrors? - June 2nd

I Warned You (Chishiya x Pregnant!Reader)🔥💕- Part two to I Changed My Mind - June 18th

Can You Keep A Secret? (Chishiya x F!Reader) 💕✨️- Three times Niragi asked Chishiya to hide something from you, and the one time Chishiya asks Niragi to keep a secret for him -> A The Game Itself one-shot - July 1st

Get A Room (Kyuma x GN! Reader) 💕- A collection of times that Kyuma's friends have told the two of you to get a room - July 7th

The Year of Linen (Karube x F!Reader) 💕🔥 - Karube wants to stick with tradition for your four year anniversary celebration ❤️ - July 14th

What Really Matters (Hatter x F!Reader x Aguni) 💔💕🔥 - Hatter has gone off the deep end with running The Beach; you and Aguni try to remind him of what really matters - July 16th

In Editing ♡

Fight Club (Chishiya x M!Reader x Niragi) 🔥💕- You were a skilled boxer back in the old world; it turns out that your quiet nature and built physique makes you a very hot commodity at The Beach. Requested - June 7th

Seeing Double (Niragi x F!Reader) 💕💔 - You are the twin sister of a certain manipulative blonde; you seem sweet, but will Niragi get more than he's bargained for when he hits on you? Requested - June 10th

Show Us (Chishiya x F!Reader x Niragi) 🔥- A continuation of Cat and Mouse - June 27th

Feel You (Chishiya x F!Reader) 💔🔥 - After a nightmarish game night, Chishiya just wants to feel that you're still with him - July 2nd

I Hate That I'll Always Love You (Niragi x F!Reader) 💔🔥 - Sometimes love (and lust) just isn't enough - July 12th

In Writing ◇

Confession (Tatta x F!Reader) 💕- Tatta has a major crush on Reader; no way she will ever feel the same, right? - June 8th

Domination (Chishiya x F!Reader) 🔥- For a normally composed and controlled person, being in the bedroom with you makes Chishiya throw that out the window; possible addition of Niragi as well bc 🤤Requested - June 11th

Not So Hidden (Chishiya x F!Reader x Niragi) 🔥- Part two to Hidden in Plain Sight - June 15th

You Think I'm Beautiful? (Chishiya x Femboy!Reader)🔥- You're afraid to ask your crush if he finds you attractive or not, but lucky for you, Chishiya is prepared to show you just how beautiful he finds you Requested - June 21st

I'll Kill Him (Chishiya x F!Reader) 🔥 - You and Chishiya find something to do in the security room during Witch Hunt; the latter vows to kill Niragi after he catches you staring Requested - June 25th

Fixation (Chishiya x F!Reader) 🔥💕- Doctor Chishiya is obsessed with trying to get you pregnant; Requested - July 9th

Tag, You're It (Tatta x F!Reader) 💕- Best friends to lovers Tatta and Reader when they are dumped into Borderland and forced to play Tag Requested - July 11th

I Only Have Eyes for You (Chishiya x F!Reader) 💕💔 - As a cosplayer at a major anime convention, you're used to receiving a lot of attention. When you drag Chishiya along for the day, he gets jealous of all the eyes on you; it's up to you to remind him you only have eyes for him (and lots of fictional men)

Ideas ♧

These are works that I will be writing, I just haven't put any words to paper yet. OR they were requests that just came into my inbox, and I haven't had a chance to brainstorm yet 🫶🏻

SO MANY oneshots from The Game Itself Universe 💕🔥💔✨️

Stage Five Clinger (Chishiya x GN!Reader + Niragi x GN!Reader) 💕🔥 - Headcannons of how Chishiya and Niragi would react to a very clingy reader; pre, during, and post-Borderland

Series and Collections:

The Game Itself (In Progress) - Fridays, rotating weeks with Princess of Diamonds

Next Update: Chapter IX on May 30th

Princess of Diamonds (In Progress) - Mondays, rotating weeks with The Game Itself

Next Update: Part II on June 2nd

One Look Collection (In Progress):

Un-announced (Surprise) Story (Niragi x F!Reader) 💕🔥- May 30th

The Beginning (Niragi x F!Reader) 💕 - How you changed the trajectory of Niragi's life with just one look - May 31st

Three un-named stories that add a new story arc to the One Look Collection Universe 💕🔥 story arc shelved, possibly permanently

*After The Beginning is posted, I will be putting this collection on hiatus in favor of other works. I just don't have it in me to write for this Reader and Niragi right now 💔

Castles and Crowns Collection (Collection Announcement Coming May 26th) - Will update on Thursdays

My AiB x Disney crossover AU collection! I will be turning AiB characters into Disney Princes/Princesses and pairing them either with you or each other ✨️ Totally willing to take requests for certain pairings if you have them 💕

Tale As Old As Time (Chishiya x F!Reader x Niragi) 💕💔- May 29th

Part of Your World (Kuina x Ann) 💕- June 5th

Deception (Series Announcement Coming July 16th) - Will update on Mondays, rotating weeks with The Game Itself

Formerly known as Queen of Diamonds (F!Reader, undecided love interest) 💕💔

As the Queen of Diamonds, you travel to The Beach with Mira and Kuzuryu; this is the story of disguising yourself as a regular player, potentially falling into the trap of love with one, and how that will play out when the second phase begins. Requested

Next Update: Chapter I on July 21st

Un-announced Chishiya x F!Reader x Niragi Series 💕🔥💔(Series Announcement Coming Soon)

Un-announced Kyuma x F!Reader Series 💕🔥💔(Series Announcement Coming Soon)

OKAY 🫶🏻✨️ what are you guys excited to see?

Masterlist

[sweeterthanficstion]

— coast2coast (pt. two) || l.s.k

pairing: life guard!leon kennedy x surfer!fem!reader

tags: surfing au! set in malibu, 1998, i wrote this with re2 leon in mind but re4 leon works too, UNEDITED! fluff, fluff, fluff

summary: Summer is a fickle thing, sticky-sweet and fleeting, gone before you're ready. You've learnt to love it while it lasts. For you, every summer has been the same—surf, sand, salt-water tides and the hot Malibu breeze. But this summer brings a new sort of challenge, a spotlight your not so sure you're ready for, as well as a boy with golden hair, eyes as blue as the waves, and a way of making your heart rattle between your ribs like it’s desperate to break free.

word count: 2.8k

a/n: ngl yall this actually sucked the life out of me, i'm high on like 3 choccy milks and delirious and tired i have work tmrw i wanna sleep.... anyway thank u cressie for providing me with million ideas this ones to u cheers *raises choccy milk to u* --- also sorry i literally hate writing dialogue but this ended up being more dialogue than anything im so sorry in advance if anything sounds WEIRD </3

playlist⭑series masterlist⭑AO3 || part 1⭑part 2⭑part 3 (coming soon)

You have this recurring dream that feels like a distant memory. Washed in milky sunlight, somewhere in Santa Monica, you lost yourself to hot summer days and salt-water tides, sticky fruit juice running down your arms, and the sting of a sunburn peeling across your shoulders.

The year was 1986, August was young and so were you. You’d learn this year just how quickly it’d slip through your fingers.

Barefoot and sun-dazed, you’d escape to the beach each evening. There, you met a boy by the waves. Older, taller, with sun-bleached hair and sun-kissed cheeks. 

You remember a sunset that bled out over the water that evening, long and golden. His laugh echoed yours, and you smiled when he did. He must’ve been summer personified, you’d concluded. With his hair like sunshine and eyes like the ocean…

You never did learn his name.

You startle awake to the sound of your alarm clock blaring angrily atop your bedside table. Groaning, you slam a groggy hand down on it, killing the noise, and drag yourself out of bed in twenty minutes flat, your surfboard tucked under your arm.

You track the familiar path behind your old oceanfront home, the sandy trail winding its way down the bluff like a lazy ribbon, overgrown with beach grass and wildflowers that nod in the soft morning breeze. Thick sycamore trees stretch their sprawling branches overhead, casting the path in dappled shadows, leaving behind little islands of light that shimmer over the fine sand. It smells like salt and earth, and the faintest hint of blooming jasmine from somewhere you’ve never quite been able to pinpoint.

Ahead of you, at the base of the trail, your view opens up to the rocky cove that cradles your little slice of the coast. Tucked away from prying eyes, smooth stone outcrops rise like bones from the earth, their surfaces slick with sea spray. Between them, shallow rock pools glimmer in the early morning light, and if you look close enough, you’re sure you’ll find tiny crabs skittering to hide under the lichen-covered stone.

You leap from stone to stone, board tucked under your arm all the while. Your bare feet always know exactly where to land without slipping. 

The sandy shore calls to you in the familiar language of gulls overhead and the steady rush and retreat of waves against the rocks. That’s where Claire will be, you know—her board already waxed and her camera slung over her shoulder.

Claire’s love for the ocean has always been as steadfast as yours, but is her own secret language all the same. Where you see the waves as an escape to get lost in, she sees them as her muse. 

By the time she was twelve, her parents had bought her a little film camera, and she’d started seeing the world in snapshots and light leaks.  

Hopping down from the rock, with your board under one arm and your sandals dangling from your fingers, you make your way to the sand. 

You spot Claire easily, a blur of sun-kissed skin and red hair, crouched by the shoreline with her camera in hand.

She must hear you coming, or maybe it’s years of friendship that stirs the feeling in her chest and urges her to look up.

“Morning, sunshine,” she calls, grin as wide as the ocean behind her.

“Morning,” you echo, dropping your board on to the sand before you follow suit, knees bumping hers as you settle beside her. She hands you her wax wordlessly without a second thought, a quiet, easy rhythm of familiarity you’ve both fallen into over the years.

You think that’s why you love her, love this. Corral Beach is stagnant, always will be. Even the tides seem to move in a familiar pattern around here. After years of following your parents around the globe, constantly chasing something new, you think this is what you need.

“You’re slow today,” Claire hums after a while, bumping your shoulder with hers. “Something on your mind?”

You shrug your shoulders instead, unsure of how to put into words the strangeness in your chest after a lingering dream that feels more like deja vu. “Just savouring it. The water’s not going anywhere.”

“Good thing,” she quips, before leaning back on her hands. Her gaze fixes on the horizon for a moment, but Claire’s never been one for small talk, it’s not long before her eyes dart back to you. “So…”

Here it comes.

“Have you thought about that surf comp yet?” She asks, tilting her head at you in the way she does when she’s trying to be casual but failing miserably.

You groan in dramatics, dragging out the sound as your head falls back. “Claire.”

“What?” She feigns innocence. “It’s not like I’m saying you have to sign up right this second.”

“Not happening,” you sing-song, getting to your feet and taking your board with you. 

“Oh, c’mon! Don’t be like that,” she rolls her eyes, watching you make your way towards the water.

“Can’t hear you!” you shout dramatically, cupping your hand around your ear is if the waves are just too loud. 

She raises an eyebrow, her grin sharpening into something knowing. “Oh, you heard me.”

“Nope, not a word!” you call back with a shrug, and before she can press further, you break into a sprint, your feet kicking up sprays of sand as you rush toward the shoreline.

You can hear Claire laughing as you wade into the cool surf, the water rushing up eagerly to greet you. She doesn’t follow with her longboard in tow, and when you look over your shoulder, the rising sun warming your back, you see her still at the shore, camera held at the ready as she flashes you a thumbs up instead.

The ocean seems to move in whispers beneath you, gentle ripples that build into the promise of a wave. You see it first—a set forming, steady and clean, beckoning you like a siren's call you can’t deny. You paddle out towards it, letting the swell lift you effortlessly. The ocean is alive beneath you, humming its own rhythm, and you move with it. 

The wave stretches on, long and peeling, giving you time to cut back and forth across its glassy face. You dip low, almost touching the water with your hand, then push into a sharp turn, feeling the spray kiss your legs. 

As the wave softens, you coast to a gentle stop, stepping off your board into the shallow surf. The sand squishes under your toes, and it’s only then you see Claire waving her camera in triumph. 

“That’s the one!” She grins, as you wade back towards her, the waves still lapping at your ankles as if begging you to come back. 

Claire meets you halfway, tilting the camera to show you the screen: It’s the perfect shot of you mid-turn, your board slicing through the wave, sunshine filtering through and catching the spray just right, refracting in tiny rainbows like a million scattered diamonds. You have to admit, you do look killer. 

“Are you gonna upload that one?” you ask, brushing wet hair from your face. 

Claire looks at you like it’s a silly question. “Are you kidding? Look at this, it’s perfect. Surfline is gonna eat this up—and if they don’t, they’re insane.”

Her passion radiates off her in waves like the tide does. Claire’s been at this for months now, chasing every opportunity she can find to get her photos not just noticed, but seen. You’ve just about lost count of how many times she’s sent in shots to Surfline.

“Now c’mon,” she continues, “show me what else you’ve got.”

And you do. Over and over, the waves pulling you in, the ocean pulling you home. By the time the sun rises higher in the sky, Claire’s memory card is nearly full, and you’re sure you’ll be late to your shift at Bunny’s if you let yourself fall into the ocean’s allure for any longer. The cove has started to fill with other locals, the place a well kept secret between surfers wanting a quiet retreat.

Claire waits as you shake the last of the saltwater from your hair—or, well, try to—perched atop the sun-bleached remains of an old tree topped sideways. Her legs swing lazily, her tote bag by her feet.

Something must catch her eye, because suddenly she’s letting out a gasp.

“Holy shit.”

Her voice is nearly reverent. You pause, glancing over your shoulder just in time to see him. 

And yeah, Holy shit.

It’s then you see him again, and it feels like magic watching him cut through the wave he’s catching with the ease of someone who does really know what they’re doing.

Blue-eyed blondie from yesterday is out in the surf, carving through the water like he’s part of it, like he’s spent his whole life learning how to move with it instead of against it. He’s all ease, all instinct, cutting clean lines into the wave before it folds beneath him.

It’s hypnotic. Magic, almost.

“He’s good,” Claire murmurs.

“Yeah,” you breathe, unable to tear your gaze away from him. He is good. Too good for someone who claimed to be just okay.

And then, as if he sensing your gaze, he falters.

A hair-width miscalculation, a break in his rhythm, something or other. Then he’s toppling off his board and crashing into the whitewater with all the grace of a bird missing a branch.

There’s but a breath of silence before Claire cackles. “Poor guy.”

You bite down a smile, shaking your head.

“Do you know him?” Claire asks, jogging to catch up as you start walking back toward the trail, her longboard dragging behind her in the sand. “I’ve never seen him around, I wonder how he knows about the cove.”

“No,” you say too quickly before realising how it sounds, “yes? Sort of.”

Her eyebrows shoot up, as if catching onto something unspoken, and you wish all at once for the ground to swallow you up. “That’s not an answer.”

“I met him at the beach yesterday, he saved my board.”

“Oh,” she says, her tone lifting like something just clicked into place. Then, after a pause: “So…”

“So what?” You glance at her, sounding a little exasperated.

“So… what’s the deal? Did you talk to him? Does he live around here?”

You groan. “Claire, it’s nothing. I don’t know.”

“Mm-hmm,” Her grin spreads wider, brighter, knowing. “You’re antsy.”

“No I’m not!” you say firmly, picking up your pace like it’ll somehow leave this conversation behind.

“Sure,” she hums. “Whatever you say.”

The next time you see him is during the afternoon rush at Bunny’s. 

The late-afternoon heat hangs over Corral Beach, and the diner feels like it’s baking under the weight of too many bodies pressed into too small a space. The air conditioner rattles helplessly above the front counter, but it does little to cut through the syrupy warmth.

You’ve been working at Bunny’s long enough to know the rhythm of summer shifts like the back of your hand, the sound of the kitchen, the clatter of dishes, Claire humming along to the shitty little radio perched atop the front desk.

You’ve got a tray of iced teas balanced on one hand, weaving around chairs, tables, and sketchup sticky toddlers, when the bell over the door jingles.

“Welcome to Bunny’s!” Claire chirps from the register, her voice bright and automatic. 

And you don’t look up at first, mind too occupied on your tasks, but then—

“Uh, hi. I—oh, no, you first. Wait— oh, okay.”

That voice. It lilts over the chatter, low and sweet like something you’ve heard all your life.

You turn instinctively, and there he is—standing awkwardly in the entryway, looking like he’s just wandered off a postcard. Blondie, with his damp hair curling at the ends, a stripe of sand on his forearm, like he didn’t quite get it all off. He’s holding the door open for an older couple, sweet boyish grin across his face as they thank him.

He’s swapped out the lifeguard uniform for a thin cotton shirt, and a puka shell necklace.

You blink, fingers tightening around the tray. You wonder by what twist of fate you’ve managed to run into him again.

“Hey, table four’s waiting on their drinks,” Claire calls, snapping you out of it.

“Right, yeah.” 

You drop your gaze, forcing yourself to focus as you slip between tables, pretending the sight of him doesn’t tie your stomach into some ridiculous knot.

It’s not even like he’ll recognise me, you tell yourself as you weave between tables, dropping drinks off at one and sliding a basket of fries onto another. But when you glance back towards the door, you catch him talking to Claire at the register, and your pulse trips over itself.

You head back toward the counter, heart sinking with every step, trying to avoid his gaze, save yourself from any possible embarrassment, say you trip over your own feet or say something utterly stupid.

But Blondie’s perceptive, apparently, just as he’s about to turn away, he does a double take, like he wasn’t expecting you to be here, like maybe he’s not even sure it’s really you. His brows pinch slightly, lips parting as he huffs an amused breath.

“Guess Malibu’s smaller than I thought,” his voice is smooth where you feel jittery all over.

Claire’s brows shoot up, and you wish the ground would swallow you whole.

“Oh, so you two know each other?” 

He glances at you again, that stupid smile on his lips. “Yeah.”

“No,” you blurt at the same time, you turn to fiddle with the drinks machine to hide the blush on your cheeks. “Well not really,” you mumble.

Leon’s mouth quirks into the faintest of smiles, like you’ve confirmed some suspicion of his. “That clears things up.”

“I don’t know you,” you mumble, more to yourself than him, though it doesn’t sound nearly as dismissive as you’d hoped. It’s true in half, you don’t know him. Don’t even know his name yet. But why then does it feel like you’ve inexplicably known him forever?

“You could,” he offers, voice light, but his expression betrays him—like his own boldness catches him off guard. 

You bite back a smile. “Don’t push it.”

“You’re holding up the line,” Claire chimes in, all too entertained by whatever this is.

There is no line, unless you count the kids loitering by the counter, trying to nonchalantly steal more straws to build their makeshift tower.

Blondie raises his hands as if in surrender, “alright, well what do you suggest?” And he’s looking at you when he asks. 

God, damn him and those eyes. He has a way of making you feel like the center of the world. You clear your throat, slipping back into safe, scripted territory. “We have the best shrimp tacos on this stretch of the PCH,” you say, repeating the slogan on the chalkboard outside with practiced ease.

His smile softens, like maybe he finds your delivery a little more amusing than convincing. “Sure. Shrimp tacos it is.”

Claire rings him up, and he reaches into the pocket of his board shorts, presumably for his wallet, but before he turns away, he hesitates briefly. “Actually— I was wondering if I could ask a favour.”

You quirk a brow. “Uhuh?”

“Was wondering if you could, y’know… show me a few moves.”

You blink. “Moves?”

“Surfing,” he clarifies. 

“You don’t need my help, you’re already great.” You chuckle softly, not exactly sure what to do to hide the heat creeping up your neck now.

His mouth twitches, as if fighting another one of his stupid smirks. “How’d you come to that conclusion?”

“Oh… uh,” You rub the back of your neck, suddenly regretting your words. “This morning. At the cove.”

His lips part slightly before he lets out a short, incredulous laugh. “Malibu can’t be this small.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Anyway, yes or no?”

You narrow your eyes a little, “What’s in it for me?”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “You owe me one don’t you, for your board? Unless you’re scared of a little challenge.”

You scoff at that. “Oh, watch it, Blondie.”

The grin lingers, easy and teasing. “It’s Leon,” and something about his voice softens. “You can call me Leon. And you?”

You don’t answer right away, caught up in the way his name rings around your head, the way it suits him somehow—like salt air and early mornings and something easy.

His lips press together, “Alright then,” he murmurs, pushing back from the counter, his eyes still on you. “Keep your secrets, sunshine.”

You roll your eyes but don’t fight the smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth.

His order is up in five, and when you slide the basket of tacos across the counter, there’s a napkin tucked underneath—your name scrawled across it in quick, slightly smudged ink, punctuated with a little smiley face.

likes n reblogs r very much appreciated <3

[fandomgirlz01]

You Matter Most  Pt. 1

Evan “Buck” Buckley X Reader

Imagine on my fandom Instagram?: No  

Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: No

Style of Writing: Small Series

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,677 

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date & Time: August 24th 2023 at 10:41 PM

Summary: {Based off of S6 E18 Pay it Forward} When a series of freeway accidents lead to a big catastrophe, Buck must worry for his team as he rushes to help them all before it only leads to  an even bigger disaster. All while working on helping his team he worries mostly for his best friend who’s unconscious for most of it. 

Third Person Pov:

“May-day! May-day! Air ambulance two reporting a collapse at the 710 interchange. Firefighters down. Repeat, firefighters down!” A voice comes through Maddie’s coms, making her quickly answer the distress call. 

“Air ambulance two, this is dispatch. Can you reroute to assist?” Maddie asks before pausing, waiting to get an answer. 

“Negative. We have a priority spinal transfer,” the voice solemnly tells her. 

“Do you have a visual on how many firefighters are down?” Maddie asks and there’s a long pause as she waits for the information. 

“All of them— the entire 118. They were on the upper span when it collapsed. They all went down,” the voice tells her in a very worried tone and Maddie’s heart drops. 

Her mind immediately goes to thoughts of her fiancé, brother, and sister-like friend, worried for all three. Her heart beats wildly and suddenly she can hear it in her ears as she types up details on her computer. Tears cloud her eyes for a moment and she tries to will herself not to cry just yet. 

Y/n’s Pov:

I groan as my alarm goes off and roll over onto my back to look at the ceiling. It takes me a few minutes, but soon I’m reaching over to my phone and turning it off. With one last sigh, I push myself up from my bed and start to get ready for the long shift I have to work. 

Once I’m ready, I grab my backpack as well as my morning hot cocoa and keys. I quickly make my way out into the hallway of the complex and lock my door. Just as I lock the bottom lock, I hear Buck’s door open and shut. 

I turn to him and let out a giggle when I see the pure exhaustion on his face. He locks up his door before turning when I giggle and he smiles. 

“You must have had a lousy night, E. You really look exhausted,” I say, using the nickname I’ve had for him forever with humor laced in my tone. 

“Ugh, not exhaustion. More annoyance at the two idiots that won’t make up,” he replies with a roll of his eyes before we both start walking out. 

“I’m sure they’ll make up soon, bubs. Just give it a little more time,” I try to reassure him and he hums, shaking his head at me. 

“Sure. Then maybe I won’t have to deal with Kamron needing me 24/7. Or the smell of pickles. She keeps needing me to open them. Never did I think I’d hate pickles,” he rants with a roll of his eyes and I giggle again. 

“You definitely won’t and I’m sure you’ll like pickles again soon,” I joke with him as I playfully hit my arm against his. 

“Anyway, wanna carpool to work today?” he questions me, now changing the subject. 

“Sure, why not. Anything to hang out with you a little more,” I joke as I bump my arm into his again and he shakes his head, chuckling. 

“As if we don’t already hang out everyday,” he playfully scoffs and I shrug. 

“No, we definitely don’t,” I playfully deny and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Ok, dork. Let’s go. Bobby will kill us if we’re late. Again,” he remarks and I giggle. 

“You got that right,” I agree with him as I roll my eyes while we walk out to his car. 

“Breakfast on the way?” he asks and I smirk. 

“You buying?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow and he groans. 

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t,” he playfully growls out like he’s angry when I know he indeed isn’t. 

“Then hell yeah. I'm hungry,” I tell him and he groans. 

“Don’t be like Kameron now,” he says as he rolls his eyes and I laugh. 

“What, pregnant? E, I don’t know if you know how that works, but I kinda need to have some relations before that, and you know I’m not seeing anyone right now…” I playfully tell him and he shakes his head. 

“Of course I know how that works? You know I didn’t mean that. I mean, I was a sex addict, remember?” he asks and I giggle, letting my eyes go wide jokingly. 

“Oh I vividly remember, Mr. Do it on the rooftop of the firehouse. Dumbass,” I joke as I smack his arm and he rubs it. 

“Well, what would you have done?!” he fights back and I laugh. 

“Not on the rooftop, that’s for sure,” I joke back and he rolls his eyes. 

“Whatever. Let’s just get the food and get to work,” he tells me and I giggle. 

“Awe, E, I’m just messing with you!” I inform him and he shakes his head. 

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go, you Gremlin,” he tells me and I giggle, smiling softly at the use of my nickname Buck had given me when we were younger before we split up to get into his Jeep.

“Okay, 118, let’s gather ‘round and settle in. We have some outstanding tasks from our last shift and I’ve got an important announcement about our upcoming weather conditions,” Bobby announces, making me and Buck, who's up on the truck, sit down with our legs hanging off the side. 

“So cute, huh? Oh, wait. I promised her I’d wear it all day. Take a picture so we can…” Chimney talks with one of the other firefighters as they walk out of the locker room. 

“Firefighter Han,” Bobby calls out, cutting Chim off and making him look up from the play ring on his finger. 

“I was gonna save this until the end, but why not make it the first order of business? Congratulations on popping the question,” Bobby announces as he uses his clipboard to point at Howard. 

“Yeah, Chim! Whoo, whoo!” I shout out as everyone else claps while I shake Buck. 

“Ok… ok… a little less shaking, there,” Buck comments as he pushes me lightly, making me giggle softly. 

“Didn’t she do the proposing?” I quietly whisper to Buck, who chortles and nods. 

“She finally made an honest man out of him!” Ravi shouts as he grabs Chimney by the shoulder and shakes him lightly. 

“All right, everybody. Let’s settle down. We still have to get to the weather update,” Bobby calls out and all the laughs die down. 

“All right, apparatus maintenance. Firefighter Diaz will be running point this morning on engine service. We’ll be doing an oil change and a brake fluid change,” Bobby explains as I yawn lightly and lay my head on Buck’s shoulder. 

“Tired?” Buck quietly questions me and I hum at him. 

“Didn’t sleep too well last night. Tossed and turned all night. Don’t know why, just had a weird feeling,” I whisper back to him and he smiles softly before wrapping his arm around my shoulder. 

“Hmm, comfy,” I mummer out as I cuddle in closer and he chuckles softly. 

“Eddie?” Bobby calls out, making us all listen in. “Yeah, cap?” Eddie asks nonchalantly as he looks at his phone. 

“Did Eddie finally find someone?” I quietly question Buck, who shrugs. 

“He didn’t say anything to me if he did,” Buck informs me and I sigh. 

“Then why’s he staring at his phone like a lovesick puppy?” I query and Buck gives a small ‘huh,’ before shrugging. 

“I guess maybe he did. He’ll tell us when he’s ready,” Buck comments to me and I cross my arms. 

“I wanna know now. We’re the three musketeers. Two musketeers can’t just be left in the dust by the other,” I whisper as I cross my arms, pouting and Buck chuckles. 

“You and that impatient ass of yours,” Buck comments and I give him a playful smirk. 

“And you like this ass of mine,” I joke with him, wiggling my eyebrows at him and he shakes his head. 

“Can’t say I don’t,” he plays right back and I giggle before we both turn back to listen in. 

“Apparatus maintenance,” Bobby pointedly comments as Eddie moves into a different sitting position while closing his phone. 

“I’m on it, Cap,” Eddie promises and Bobby nods as Buck’s phone vibrates. 

He quickly silences his phone, but it vibrates again and again. He groans quietly and presses the answer button. 

“Okay. All right, now for the weather update,” Bobby starts as Buck puts the phone up to his ear. 

“Uh, hey, listen, I-I can’t… I can’t talk right now. No, I can’t. Kameron, I don’t know why he’s calling you. Maybe if you answer the phone you’ll find…” Buck talks into the phone and I smirk as Bobby turns around. 

Booby walks over to us on the truck and looks up at us. He gives me an irritated questioning look and I just shrug, making him look at Buck, who trails off. 

“You're in trouble…” I jokingly mutter out as I try to hold in my giggles while poking his side lightly. 

“Umm, I got to go,” Buck tells her and I hold back a giggle at his ‘oops’ tone before hanging the phone up. 

“Uh- s-sor… sorry, Cap. Um…” Buck stutters out his apology, but Bobby just ignores him and turns back around. 

“Alright, folks, listen up,” Bobby again tries to get to the point. 

“Uh, Cap?” Ravi questions, holding his hand up and Bobby gives him an unamused look that tells him to go on. 

“Can I just say, if Buck needs to get the pregnant lady out of his apartment,” Ravi starts and Buck hops down off the truck before turning to me to help me down real quick. 

“I do have a two-bedroom that’s about to be on the market, so…” Ravi finishes as Buck and I walk towards him. 

“Thank you, Ravi! Maybe a discussion for another time,” Bobby humorously chides as everyone laughs a little bit. 

“118, it’s time to dial it in,” Bobby starts to try and corral us in again. 

“We have a Job to do, but in order to do that job, you have to be here. I need precision, I need focus, but most of all, I need you to be present,” Bobby pointedly announces as Hen cautiously walks in and around him to take a seat. 

“Sorry I’m late, Cap,” Hen quickly apologizes as she sighs. 

“Okay! Let’s get cracking,” Bobby finishes before starting to walk off. 

“Hey, wait. What’s the important weather update?” Chimney asks as Bobby walks past him. 

“There’s a moderate marine layer,” Bobby answers, unamused as he continues to walk away. 

“I’ll see you for lunch?” Buck questions and I nod in confirmation. 

“Yeah. That is, if we don’t get a call before then,” I promise him with a small smile. 

“Don’t jinx it,” Buck jokes, pointing at me with a chuckle. 

“Ok. I’ll see you in a-” I start, but the alarm sounds and Buck groans. 

“You jinxed it!” he shouts, throwing his hands up and I giggle. 

“My bad…” I reply with a shrug and he shakes his head. 

“Come on, dork. Let’s get into our gear,” Buck tells me with a grin. 

We both rush over to our lockers and start to put our gear on before running over to the truck. Buck hops in on the left side as I hop in on the right and we get into our seats as Bobby starts to pull out of the garage. Bobby drives throughout town before coming up to the scene on the bridge. Once the engine comes to a stop, we all quickly pile out and get to work. 

“Hen, Chem. Check the driver of this camper van,” Bobby orders as he points to the van. 

“Buck, y/n Eddie, Ravi, I want you guys to check these surrounding vehicles for injuries. Let’s go,” Bobby commands and we all give him a nod before rushing off. 

Buck, Ravi and I walk around, making sure there's no more injuries. Once we deem there are none, we walk back over to help. We stand back as Chimney and Hen communicate with the girl inside. 

“Cap, second victim in the back. She didn’t have her seatbelt on when the accident happened!” Chimney shouts as he looks around the side of the van. 

“Okay, these back doors are obliterated. I want you guys to pull that windshield,” Bobby commands, making Hen and Chimney nod.  

I quickly rush back to the engine and pull out the windshield suction cups as Ravi grabs the pry bars. Once I have them, I rush back to the van with Ravi in tow. I hand the suction cups to Hen as Ravi gives the pry bars to Buck and Eddie. Hen quickly places the suction cups on the windshield and pulls as Buck and Eddie use the pry bars. Once it comes off, Hen quickly passes the windshield to Buck, who takes it and sets it aside. 

“All right. What’s your name?” Hen asks the frightened girl softly. 

“Jo,” the girl cries out her reply. 

“Jo. Can-can you move?” Hen questions the girl and she looks down at her leg. 

“Um, I don’t know. It’s my leg. I think it’s broken. Um, please help her!” Jo cries out again as she looks up at Hen and Chimney with tears cascading down her face. 

“I'm on it, Jo, but I need to get back there, so we’re gonna pull you out. You might feel a little pain, okay?” Chimney calmly explains to her and he moves aside for Hen to get in a bit more. 

“Buck, can you carry her to the ambulance?” Chimney queries and Buck nods, moving behind Hen and getting ready to grab her. 

“Okay! Ahhh!” Jo agrees before screaming out in pain as they move her. She cries as they pull her out of the vehicle. 

Buck quickly lifts her up and carries her over to the back of the ambulance as Chimney moves into the van. Hen quickly stands up and pushes me along with Buck. 

“Go help him look her over. You have more medical training then he does. I’ll stay with Chim,” she commands me and I nod before rushing off behind Buck. 

I quickly help Buck get her down on the floor so I can look over her leg. In one fast fluid motion, I pull out a tourniquet-like brace and start putting it on her leg along with Bobby’s help as they wheel a gurney over. 

“Cap. We’re going to need an air ambulance. Patient is unresponsive, breathing is weak and she’s lost bladder control. Could be a spinal,” Chimney explains over the radio as we continue to work on Jo. 

“Copy that,” Bobby replies as we start to prepare Jo to get her on the gurney. 

“Spinal injury? Is she okay?” Jo asks me in fear and I look at her. 

“We won’t know until we get her to the hospital,” I inform her as they bring the gurney closer, now ready to get her up onto it. 

“Please, please don’t take me now because I need to see her,” she begs as she grips my hand and I pause as Hen walks up. 

“Hey, hey. You’ll be able to before they airlift her. I promise, okay?” Buck promises her before Hen or I can say anything. 

Eddie walks past us with the backboard, headed towards Chimney and we quickly move Jo onto the gurney. Jo keeps a grip on my hand and I squeeze hers before letting go. 

“Don’t worry. You know the firefighter that told you you’d see her?” I ask her and she nods in understanding. 

“That’s my best friend. I know when he promises something, he keeps it. You’ll see her just like he said,” I promise her softly and she gives me a small thankful smile as she seems only slightly less freaked out. 

“My name's y/n. I’ll stay here till your mom’s out, okay?” I tell her and she smiles a thankful smile at me again.

“She’s not my mom. She’s my mom’s best friend. My, uhh, mom passed away three years ago. Mallory was insistent we take this trip as an honor to my mother…” Jo explains to me and I smile softly at her. 

“I’m sorry to hear about your mom. You're very lucky to have Mallory. That sounds like a lovely plan. I’m sure you two can pick up when everyone is okay again,” I try to comfort her to the best of my ability and she shakes her head. 

“No. I think we’ll find a different way of traveling,” Jo informs me and I nod. 

“I would probably do that too. Nothing wrong with that,” I agree with her and she nods in agreement. 

We wait maybe a few more minutes until we see Chimney come out first. Then Eddie pushes Mallory out and together they lift her backboard onto another gurney that was taken over to them. They then start to roll her over and I move over next to Hen so they can roll her next to Jo. 

“She’s right up here,” I hear Chimney inform Mallory as they get closer. 

“Okay, she’s right up here,” he repeats himself as they get closer. 

“Mallory!” Jo shouts when they get closer before coming to a stop right next to her. 

“I’m so sorry,” Jo apologizes as they both reach out to hold hands. 

“I can’t lose you, too,” Jo continues on the verge of tears and I feel tears well up in my eyes. 

“I’m not going anywhere. We still have a lot of ground to cover, okay?” Mallory asks her as she squeezes her hand. 

“Next time, we’ll take the train,” Jo insists quickly as the others start to load her in the back of the ambulance as air support flies overhead. 

“Air support. You are clear to land,” Bobby gives the okay through his walkie and soon the helicopter is landing. 

Eddie and Chim start to walk her over to the helicopter and I let out a puff of air as my emotions take over. I take my jacket off in hopes a little air is all I need. I quickly try to sober up so I don’t start sobbing before I feel a hand on my back, making me turn to see Buck next to me. 

“Hey. You doing okay? You’re getting fidgety,” he queries with a raised eyebrow and I shake my head before nodding. 

“Yeah. No. I’m fine. Just had a flashback to my sister, that’s all,” I inform him and he nods solemnly at me. 

“I know. She’s watching over you. You know that,” he solemnly tells me, trying to comfort me as he rubs at my back and I nod, sniffling. 

“Thanks for checking on me,” I say in gratitude and I only hope Buck knows just how much I’m thankful for him. 

“Always, you know that we stick together, right?” he asks me and I smile. 

“Right. Stuck together like glue,” I reply to our life long promise we always tell each other and he smiles, nodding. 

“Okay. I’m gonna go help Chim. We’ll talk more about this later, okay?” he questions me and I nod. 

“Yeah. Go. Go. Do our job,” I agree with a soft smile and he nods before rushing off. 

“Possible spinal! She’s coming over now!” I hear him yell to the air tech that gets out of the helicopter.

“Can’t get rid of me, can you, Buckley?” I hear her voice and I immediately recognize Lucy. Red hot jealousy flares up in me, but I push it away. 

“Great to see you again, for real this time!” I hear Buck shout back as he stops to point at her and I huff, rolling my eyes. 

He turns and walks back towards me, but only frowns as I brush him off. I walk over to Bobby just as Eddie walks up. 

“Hey, Cap, think there’s a propane stove in the van. I’m gonna go check it out,” Eddie explains to him as he walks up to us. 

“Good thinking, Eddie. Y/n, go with him,” Bobby commands me and I nod. 

“Actually Bobby, can I have a quick moment with her?” Buck asks and Bobby shakes his head. 

“I guess. One minute, then back to work. Got it?” Bobby asks and Buck nods. 

“No, yeah, I promise,” Buck informs him and Bobby nods before walking off. 

“Hey, what’s up. Why are you giving the cold shoulder?” Buck asks as he looks at me. 

“It’s nothing, Buck, really. Go back to work,” I play it off and he sighs in frustration. 

“Y/n, I thought we talked about closing up? Talk to me, you know you can,” Buck begs me and I shake my head. 

“Buck. Nothing is wrong, it’s just a hard case. I told you I’d talk with you about it later,” I deflect away from what’s going on. 

“No. I know—” he starts, but gets cut off as the bridge suddenly starts to shake as it cracks down the middle, making both me and Buck fall to the ground with me on top of him. 

There’s more shaking and creaking as the bridge slowly starts to collapse. Buck looks up and suddenly he’s rushing to get up, pulling me with him. 

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey! Let’s move!” Buck yells out as the ambulance comes flying back at us and Buck quickly moves both of us out of the way just in time. 

“Hey!” he continues to shout as the ambulance rushes past us, quickly crashing at an angle. 

Buck quickly maneuvers, but somehow he gets pulled down with the ambulance, making me go with him. He smashes into the ambulance’s windshield and it cracks. 

“Buck!” I yell out as I fly past him, but he doesn’t reply. 

I let out another scream as I come to a landing on a slab of concrete, hitting my head in the process. Pain surges through my side, but I don’t notice it for long as suddenly everything goes black. 

Buck’s Pov: 

I groan as I come to, still laying on the windshield that’s now cracked from me smashing into it. There's a quiet, eerie, metallic creak and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. When I do, I take a moment to push myself up on all fours. I look around in fear for y/n, but there’s no sign of her, so I look into the ambulance next. 

“Hen!” I yell out as I see my friend still strapped into the driver's seat of the ambulance, now unconscious. 

“H-hen, can you hear—” I ask her as I bang on the window. 

“118, report in. I need a headcount,” I talk into my radio, hoping to get any answers. 

“I’m grabbing the ropes,” Ravi radios back first as I look around, trying to assess where everyone could be. 

“I’m in the van. Pretty sure I broke a couple ribs, but this van is about to get pancaked,” Eddie groans out as he radios in and I keep looking around with no sight of y/n. 

“Okay. Eddie, uh. We’re coming to you,” I inform him before taking a pause. 

“Han. What is your status?” I ask into my radio before letting go to get his status. 

“Han, come in,” I practically beg over the radios when he doesn’t answer. 

“Han…” I question again and wait a moment. 

“Han here,” Chimney finally radios in and I throw my head back in relief. 

“Captain Nash, firefighter Maysen, still haven’t heard from either of you. What is your status?” I ask into the radio again, only hoping to get something but nothing comes. 

“Bobby, y/n. Come in,” I repeat through the radio again, but still silence. 

“I see firefighter Maysen! She’s on a slab near you, maybe twenty feet away, just covered by some rubble,” Ravi explains to me through the radio and I sigh in relief. 

“Is she under it?” I question and wait for a moment. 

“No. She’s just close enough to be hidden. She’s out, though, and there’s one other thing…” he voices again though the radio before trailing off. 

“What? Is she okay?” I question him and he takes another pause, making me wait with bated breath. 

“She’s been impaled by a piece of rebar, Buck… right though the side of her stomach. I- if we don’t get to her soon, she might bleed out,” he breaks it to me easily and I sigh, putting my head down for a moment. 

“I’ll get to her as soon as I get Hen and the others out,” I inform him as I make the hard decision to wait, even though I want to rush over to her first and get her out. 

“Ok… only if you're sure. You're acting captain right now,” he informs and I let out a huff before pressing the button on my radio to reply. 

“Yeah, I know. So everyone’s safety is on me right now. Luckily if I can get Hen awake, she can take over. Let’s get to work,” I command before letting the button go, letting out a sigh, and looking down at Hen again. 

“Hen. I’m- I’m coming to you. Just stay right there,” I tell my unconscious friend before I move off the windshield and down the side of the ambulance. 

Very slowly, I make my way to the window and try to shove myself though it. The ambulance starts to tremble as I do, but I keep going. 

“Hen?” I call out to her as I pause for a moment. 

“Chim. Chim! Chim, you back there?” I shout out as I finally slide though the window of the ambulance. 

“I’m alive, but not great,” Chimney calls out in a winded tone. 

“Okay,” I pant out as I move over to Hen. 

“Come on. Hey,” I voice as I try to get Hen to wake up. 

“What happened?” Hen questions as she looks around, confused. 

“Bridge collapsed,” I inform her and her head starts to fall back. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Hen, you with me?” I question her and she squints at me. 

“I’m good. Thank you,” she conveys to me as she starts to reach towards me. 

“You okay?” she asks as she wipes at the side of my forehead. 

“Yeah. Oh. Uh… I mean, physically, yeah,” I tell her, my emotions betraying me ever so slightly as I feel a lump form in my throat. 

“Where is everybody?” she asks me as she continues to clean my face. 

“R-Ravi is up top. Eddie’s in the van. Chimney’s in the back. He needs our help. I’m gonna go up top. Get the ambulance secure. Then we get you out, okay?” I explain to her before asking if she understands. She slowly nods before letting her head fall back a bit. 

“Okay. Where’s Cap? Where’s Bobby? A-and y/n…” she suddenly asks as she quickly lifts her head straight. 

“He’s MIA, and y/n…” I pause and take a deep breath. 

“She’s currently bleeding out maybe twenty feet from us,” I inform her and she just stares at me. 

“You, uhh… y-you’re sure you’re good?” I ask her one last time just to make sure. 

“Yeah. I… I’m-I’m good,” she stumbles out in her shock and pain. 

“Just get some rope so we can get out of here,” she commands me and I nod before starting to try climbing out. 

“Okay, Ravi, I need a line,” I grunt as I call out while climbing out of the window. 

I get about halfway out the window when Ravi throws the rope down to me and I slowly finish pulling myself out. I hold onto the ambulance as I grab the rope before using it to climb back to the front. Once around the front, I continue to climb up the side until I can pull myself up to the top. Ravi hands me a part of the rope and I quickly slide under the engine, tying the rope to the underside of it. I quickly rush back to the side and let out a puff of air when I see what Ravi had seen before. 

The van is under the ambulance and both are close to falling. I let out another breath and close my eyes when I see y/n. She is indeed impaled and blood pools around her as she lays unconscious. 

“Buck, we’ll get to her,” Ravi promises as he puts a hand on my shoulder. 

“Yeah. I know. I’m not letting her go out like this. Not yet. It’s too early and there’s a lot that needs to be said,” I inform as I promise myself in my head that if we make it out, I’ll tell her how I really feel. 

“And it will be said,” he agrees with a head nod before going back over to the truck. 

“Please tell me you made it, Cap,” I whisper to myself as I look out over the scene again. 

“Okay, Ravi. Let’s go!” I shout to him as I turn around, ready to scale the concrete. 

“118, LAPD on scene at the lower level and here to assist,” Athena’s voice comes over the radio just as I hop over, ready to scale down to Hen. 

“118? Captain?” she asks in a scared tone when she gets no response from her husband. 

“Hen! That’s you!” I yell out to her, leaning back a bit. 

“LAPD, this is Wilson. Captain Nash is unaccounted for, we also have one impaled and unconscious. I’m in command. Anything you can do to help survivors on the ground level would be appreciated, ” Hen replies over the radio as I start to quickly scale down with a harness bag. 

“Copy that!” Athena quickly replies again over the radio. 

Once I get down to the ambulance, I set the bag on it and I get closer to the front of it. I quickly tie the rope to the car and pull on it ever so slightly. 

“Hey, Ravi, tension!” I call out to him and I wait a moment before leaning against the ambulance. 

I bounce on it a couple times to see how stable it is and smile when it comes out very stable. I quickly climb back to the top of the ambulance and pull the harness bag in front of me. 

“Okay. Hen, you got a harness and capture strap. Take Chimney and the patient, you send them down,” I explain to her as I throw the strap and harness in the window to her. 

“I’m headed to the van. Then I’ll get y/n. I’ll see you at the bottom,” I inform her of my plan before getting off the ambulance and heading to Eddie. 

It takes me a few minutes, but soon I make it to the van. I come to a stop next to it as Ravi looks over the side. 

“Sending down the saw!” he shouts to me before dropping me the saw bag. 

“Okay, Eddie, you in there?” I ask as I pause and listen in and he gives me a small ‘Yup’ through his groans of pain. 

“Let me get these doors open. Just shield your eyes,” I inform him before I pull the saw from the bag along with the protective glasses and start to saw at the door. 

I work for a few minutes at the door before soon I can start to pull at them. I pull one open and groan as I pause, taking the glasses off to look in at Eddie, who’s trapped under the fridge looking up at me. 

“Hey,” I pant out as I hold onto the door. 

“Any sign of Cap?” he huffs out as he struggles to breathe and I shake my head. 

“How’s y/n?” he asks and I sigh. 

“Currently, she’s bleeding out. I’m getting her next,” I inform him and he nods. 

“Sorry about this,” I apologize as I move closer to him and grab his arms. 

“Yeah. It’s gonna suck,” he comments before I pull on him. 

I pull him out and he yells out in pain as I do. Soon I’m pulling him out of the van all together and he grits his teeth. 

“Okay, I got you,” I comment as I pull him out and quickly we’re climbing down so he can get medical. 

Once he’s down standing on his own feet, some other paramedics come over to us. They get Jo first and Hen groans as she leans over before puking. 

“Hen!” Eddie yells out as we watch her double over. 

“Hey,” Eddie tells me before we both rush over to Hen, who lays flat on top of the truck she’s on. 

“I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay,” she groans, waving us off. 

“I’m okay. I’m pretty sure I’m just concussed,” she explains as she sits up and moves her helmet. 

“We got to get Chimney and y/n! We got to get Chimney and y/n!” she suddenly yells out as she looks back up. 

“No. Hey, hey, hey. We’ll get Chimney and y/n. Let’s get you down. Come on,” we both try to stop her as she groans. 

“Come on down. I promise I’ll get him and y/n,” I inform her as we all reach out for her. 

“We got you. We got you. Come on. No rush,” I rant as she finally starts to try and crawl down. 

“Okay. Come on. Let’s go. Let’s go. Let’s go,” Eddie chants as he wraps her arm around his shoulder while she pants out of breath. 

“Eddie, you got her, yeah?” I ask and he nods, giving me a small ‘hmm’ as they continue to walk. 

“Okay. I’m going back for Chim and y/n. I’ll be back,” I promise and he nods. 

Just before I turn, there’s another loud, metallic creaking noise and we all turn around. My eyes widen as the ambulance starts to shake around and the van starts to look like it’ll fall any second. 

To Be Continued…

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[emswritingsstuff]

Idk if you’d feel like writing this(I’d probably end up short if you did bc I can’t brainstorm much of what would happen but I still love the idea)

when Daryl punched Negan, instead of killing Glenn(rip man) he killed US instead, Daryl’s lover 🤭 I love him sm and he’s been through so much pain, but he needs to suffer more 🫶 fem or gn reader, idm :)

The Lineup (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

warnings/notes: pretty self-explanatory. HEAVY angst, reader death, gorey violence. also the "he needs to suffer more" is CRAZY. this has been living in my drafts since august so i'm excited (ig?) to finally post this.

WC: 1.2k

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The air was cold, but tensions were hot. Everyone's breaths were obvious in the dark, but also brightly lit area they found themselves in. 

Knees on the ground, everyone frozen but somehow shaking. Daryl was in rougher shape than most but not wanting to admit it himself. Opting to play up the tough face he always seemed to have. More so now than usual. He could see the way you were trembling in the corner of his eyes, quivering like a tiny dog. 

There’s been moments he’s seen you terrified, but this wasn’t like any other. When a psycho with a barbed wire bat was making you pay for your wrongs, it was hard to remain calm. Nothing the man, Negan, had said had really processed in Daryl’s brain, just silent rage and fear brewing inside of him. 

The sick game Negan played fell on deaf ears. Everyone silently watched as the bat made its way around. As Daryl watched the bat cycle through the group, he felt himself tense involuntarily every time it landed near you. He didn’t care what happened to him, but if a single scratch landed on you, Negan would be a dead man. No doubt. 

Once the bat eventually landed on Abraham, a sense of relief washed over him, but only for a moment. 

But every calm feeling he had in his body soon escaped as he saw the bat swing down. 

The events before him had become a blur. A red messy blur. Not only from the blood splattered all around the ground but also from the rage Daryl was feeling. Your heavy breaths could be heard in one ear, Rosita and Sasha’s sobs in the other. With all of it accompanied by wet cracking noises as Negan’s bat kept swinging down. 

As Abraham's now mutilated body laid twitching, Daryl was attempting to think of a solution to get out of this. To get you, and everyone out. 

As the cries got louder, Negan terrorized the group more. More specifically Rosita. As he brought the bat up to her face and flung Abraham's blood on her, Daryl felt something in him snap. 

Like he was controlling himself outside of his body. All the pain he had previously felt fading away into adrenaline coursing through his veins. 

He sprung at Negan and tried to take him down. Only to be quickly pulled off him and pinned down by his men, Daryl’s own crossbow being pointed to his head by Dwight. 

“No! Oh no. That? Oh my, that…is a no-no. The whole bit, not one bit of that shit flies here,” Negan’s act paused for a minute as he spoke, only for him to lock back into it. His bat was pointed at Daryl, looking like he was ready to end him right there. Daryl caught a glimpse of you, a terrified expression with glistening cheeks. 

Daryl felt the crossbow move closer to his head, Dwight getting ready to pull the trigger. “Want me to do it? Right here.” Dwight’s tone sounded eager, which Daryl sees makes you tense up even more. 

Even with your obvious fear, Daryl found himself not caring if he lived or died. Only thing he cared about was doing his best to protect you, and the family he had grown fond of all these years. If he was to get an arrow to the head right there, he wouldn’t mind. He would die knowing he had you, and that was okay with him. 

As if saved by the bell, Negan scoffed with a slight laugh. “No, you don’t get to kill them, not until you try a little.” Negan ordered the men to put Daryl back in the lineup, much to Dwight’s disappointment. Daryl could sense you relax, content with himself that he managed to get out of that situation even if he didn’t fight his way through. He was too focused on you though, only to be brought back to reality once Negan opened his mouth. 

“And anyway, that’s not how it works…” Negan paced around after he spoke. A long silence piercing the air. All until Negan started to speak again. 

“So,” he pauses for a beat, “back to it.” As he spoke, he subtly readied his bat. Enough to where no one saw his next move coming. 

In a blur of a motion, Negan lifted his bat and swung it down. Right onto your head. 

A cracking sound caused Daryl to look over, horrified with the sight before him. Your body laid limp on the ground, unlike Abraham, the blow had knocked you down instantly. Red blood shined and sunk into the ground. It wasn’t a lot, not yet at least. 

Daryl was frozen, unmoving. He felt his stomach churn. This was his fault. If he had just stayed in line, this mess would’ve blown over. You’d be safe. 

You’d be alive. 

As the bat swung down again, Daryl felt himself jump. The wet whacking sound made him feel even more nauseous. He was attempting to think of things to make the moment go by quicker, just wanting the Hell he was stuck in to end. But it was really never going to end. 

His mind flashed back to when everything had first started, when everything was still so uncertain. Back when he had lost Merle, you’d stuck by his side. 

He was scared to let you go, even if his stubborn personality would never make him admit it. The constant pushing away and cold hearted facade he had never seemed to phase you. Never once had you given up on him, even at his weakest moments. 

Having you around always gave him hope. A sort of hope that everything could be normal, hope that he would never have to suffer alone again. 

A simple “I’ll never leave you,” you had once spoken to him rang in his head. Of course you held true to that, how could you not? Nothing he could’ve said or have done could have made you go. 

And he’d never forgotten that. 

A third whack brought him out of these thoughts. Glancing over, all he managed to see was Negan’s silhouette and the bat. Blood dripped from the wire, as well as soaked the wood. Daryl tried to convince himself that what he was seeing was some sort of hallucination. Something that he had conjured up in his head due to all the blood he had lost. 

But Negan whipped his bat in Daryl’s direction, causing the blood that coated the wire to splatter on his face. Confirming it was real, too real. 

Looking at everyone’s trembling figures, his face softened up but only for a moment, “I am sorry, I truly am. But I did say, no exceptions!” He again brought the bat down onto your mangled, driving home the fact that there was no saving you. 

Whack after whack Daryl disassociated more and more, begging and even pleaded to be freed from the Hell he brought upon himself. But once again Negan's voice brought him back to the harsh reality. 

“You all are a bunch of pussies, I’m just getting started,” he stated as he paused for a moment, quickly returning to beating your body senselessly. All Daryl could feel was the now cold blood on his face and arms. He couldn’t take it.

You were gone because of him. That was all his fault, and he had to live with that. Forever. 

And for him, that’s a fate worse than death.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Room of Mirrors

WORD COUNT: 3.8K

PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

GENRE: established relationships, unrequited love, hidden feelings, kissing, SMUT MINORS DNI, house of mirrors, mirror sex, unprotected sex, lots of fluffy at the end,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

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Ten years was a long time to be in love with someone, even longer if you were forced to be that person's best friend for those ten years but that was your reality. It didn't matter how long you'd tried to hold back your feelings for Yoongi, with each passing day they only grew deeper and stronger. Even when you tried to pick him apart and find icks, it was damn near impossible for you not to be attracted to him and it killed you inside.

It wasn't just because he would never see you as anything more than a friend but because years and years ago, when you were both in college together one drunken Halloween night had led to something you were never going to forget. A night of drunken sex and no regrets on your part. You'd woken up the next morning with a giant smile on your face, rolling over ready to greet Yoongi only to find the sheets cold and empty with no sign of him ever being there except the dull aching inside of your chest as you realised he must have regretted sleeping with you.

After that night it was never brought up again, the subject was never touched upon and Yoongi went on like nothing had ever happened. As if you hadn't spent the most amazing night of your life together and he went back to being your best friend.

"I'm telling you, you're going to love this place. Yn and I come every year," Yoongi told his third date of the week. It was getting closer to the holiday season and so Yoongi was looking for someone to spend it with. You'd seen him do this every year for god knows how long, he'd find someone willing enough to spend the colder seasons with him only to let them go as the new year came around. Maybe it was because he wanted someone to cuddle up to at night or maybe he was just a player but you hated this side of him. Not just because you wanted to be the girl he took back to his place every cold night and cuddle with either.

"I don't really enjoy being scared," Summer shyly said as she flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and glanced in your direction. She seemed like such a lovely girl and you hated how jealous you were that it was her on this date and not you. You weren't exactly sure why you'd agreed to come on a date with Yoongi when you were going to spend the whole thing third-wheeling him,

"I can protect you," Yoongi smirked, grabbing her ass and squeezing it softly the mere action making you want to throw up at the sight of it. Couldn't he keep that shit to a minimum while you were around? The last thing you needed to see was the love of your life fawning over so many other girls.

"Yoongi, Yn is right there!" Summer gasped out slapping his hand away from her ass and moving away, You rolled your eyes a little trying to ignore the aching in your chest as you paid for three tickets to the House of Tricks. It wasn't even a scary attraction, it was just a circus house with different treats inside each room, your favourite place to go was the room of mirrors.

It was the one place that no one could hide and for some reason that really spoke to you. No one could mask their feelings because you'd see it in every single reflection you could see.

"Let's just have fun," Yoongi said as he stood near you, your eyes glancing at him before looking forward again. How could he do this? Bring dates along with you as if you were just one of the guys, did you really mean nothing to him? One night of fun for Yoongi and that was enough to determine you weren't worth anything more than his friendly side...Without even talking to you first.

"Yn, let's go to the magic show...We can leave Yoongi to explore on his own." Summer said, before you even had a chance to protest her she'd linked her arm with yours and began to walk with you in the direction of one of the rooms.

"I thought you were on a date with Yoongi." You mumbled trying to get away from her as quickly as possible. All of the girls Yoongi dated were the same, superficial airheads that didn't seem to care for you being Yoongi's best friend and would do everything that they could to get you away from him. Not that you blamed them, they probably saw you as a threat and thought you'd never do anything to jeopardise Yoongi's date no matter how jealous you were of him.

"Dante the Great!" Someone boomed out as you and Summer walked through the door and took a seat in the back of the room, watching the show-up front. A tall man with dark hair stood in the centre of the room, a top hat on his head and a dark rose tattooed on his left hand.

"I will amaze you with my performance," He told everyone but your attention was suddenly on Summer who was eyeing you up closely.

"What's Yoongi like? I don't want to date him if he's playing me." She told you bluntly, your heart racing a little as you stared back at her,

"He's-" But before you could speak she shook her head at you and gave you a pleading look, a look that could seriously come from a puppy and it made your heart clench.

"From girl to girl, please tell me seriously. Is he going to hump and dump?" Your mouth suddenly felt drier than the desert and you had no idea what to even tell her,

"Yoongi is great," You admitted, licking your lips a little as you tried to give yourself a little time to think of what you could say. You weren't about to intentionally ruin his date,

"He's sweet and he's kind, he might come across as a little...harsh to everyone else but he's," You bit your lip a little as you thought about him,

"He's incredible. No matter what time of day it is, if you ever need anything he's there for you. He'll move mountains to help you with anything you need and not to mention he'd climb through barbed wire to make sure you're never hurt." She stared at you, smiling a little as she listened to you talking about him but once you'd started you weren't sure you were ever going to stop.

"He makes you feel as though you're the only girl in the world, that no one else matters because he's there with you. And if you ever say something stupid he'll never laugh at you with it, maybe in the future when you can both laugh but he's never one to be cruel. Never one to be mean," You looked down at your hands, you'd never admitted any of this to anyone not even your diary got to see this side of how you felt about Yoongi.

"He's great, Summer...You should date him," You mumbled a little trying not to get carried away with how you were speaking and you slowly looked up to see her staring back at you with a smirk on her face.

"Summer?" You laughed awkwardly trying to get her to look away from you but she narrowed her eyes at you and shook her head a little.

"I should have seen it before," She told you as she smiled weakly, reaching her hand out and rubbing her thumb along your knuckles.

"You're in love with Yoongi, right?" Your whole world stopped as you stared at her, if she'd seen it so easily why hadn't he?

"That obvious?" You looked away from her, looking at the show as Dante made a rabbit appear from his hat before giving it to someone in the front row. Your eyes glanced back at Summer as she looked at you with a pitiful look on her face,

"Not until you started talking about him, does he know?" You shook your head in answer to her question and she sighed at you,

"Take it from someone who knows from experience. It's better to tell him than to watch him fuck everyone else instead of you." You knew that she was right but were you really about to take advice from her when she was on a date with the man you were in love with?

"But we had one night together, he left without a word about it." You shrugged your shoulders as she stood up, you followed her and made your way out of the room and into the hallway. Yoongi was waiting in line for the mirrored room and you glanced at Summer once again who smiled weakly.

"Look, from girl to girl. If he does that then he's not worth the time of day, but if your feelings are that deep for him, talk." She told you before hugging you tightly, Yoongi frowned from the other side of the hall wondering what had happened between you for this to happen.

On all of the dates Yoongi had been on or had ever bought you to meet you'd never once hugged one of them or seemed as nice toward them.

"Summer. I thought we could go into the mirrored room." He called out as she walked toward him, kissing his cheek softly.

"I'm not really feeling us as a match," She told him plainly as he stared at her. Not feel them as a match? They'd barely spend any time together for her to determine whether or not she even liked his hair cut how could she just walk off? He barely had time to protest before she walked out of the house leaving you and Yoongi alone together.

"Next couple please," The man at the door announced as Yoongi stepped up, you walked toward him before he walked into the room with an unimpressed look on his face. The door behind you shut and locked and you were left alone, just you and Yoongi and your 100 reflections all staring back at you, Yoongi wasn't in front of you and you weren't exactly sure which Yoongi was even the real him but he was glaring in your direction.

"What did you say to her?" He snarled making your heart rate rocket,

"I didn't say anything bad," You told him as you looked around trying to find where he was standing but he kept on the move, making you follow him as you stretched your hands out in front of you trying not to smash your head into glass.

"But clearly it was enough to scare her away." He growled out, he was sick of his dates not working out anymore. Now that it was closer to the colder seasons it was going to get impossible to ignore the date that was coming up. The anniversary of when he'd almost fucked everything up between you and him.

Halloween all those years ago, one drunken night and one you'd forgotten and he was thankful for. When he'd woken up the morning after he'd rushed out of the dorm room to go and grab food and rethink everything that had happened the nights previous. When you'd come to meet him you'd never bought up the night before and he just knew you'd not remembered a single thing.

Now every Halloween when the night would come around he needed a different girl to get lost in, a different girl so he wouldn't throw himself down at your feet and ask for another night just like the one you'd shared years ago.

"She asked me what you were like, I was honest and told her everything." You shrugged, it wasn't a lie and Yoongi could tell. Fuck, he could read you like a book and he hated that. You were everything to him and all he really wanted to do right now was throw himself at you and kiss you.

"She was boring anyway," He admitted, slowly coming out from behind you and holding your hips in his hands, the small contact sending shivers vibrating throughout your entire body. Your eyes locked with his in the mirror in front of you,

"Tell me what you said to her," He whispered, his lips inches away from your ear as you let out a small gasp while his hands slowly trailed the waistband of your skirt his skin coming into contact with yours.

"I didn't, she figure something out." Your voice was shakey, you didn't trust it not to crack on you as Yoongi continued to run his fingers along the elasticated waistband.

"Which was..." His lips slowly lowered until they were hovering above your bare shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut as you realised you weren't going to get out of this one. Your breaths became laboured as he placed a small and gentle kiss on your skin, a whimper leaving your throat as you decided to throw caution to the wind.

"That I'm in love with you, always have been and always will be," As soon as the words left your throat you were suddenly span around and pushed up against the mirror, your eyes slowly opened to find Yoongi staring at you.

"Ever since Halloween 2022?" He questioned, it was almost ten years since the day and you nodded your head at him and his eyes scanned yours for any sign that you were lying to him.

"You remembered that night?" He sounded surprised which was confusing to you. Of course, you remembered that night. It was he who had decided to play dumb all these years and act as though nothing had happened between you both.

"How could I not? It was the best night of my life," You scoffed at him attempting to walk away but he placed his hand on the mirror beside your head trapping you between him and the mirror.

"I thought you'd forgotten...You never bought it up." He stuttered a little as you stared back at him, your eyes staring directly into his soul as you bit your tongue.

"Neither did you. I thought you regretted it," You admitted as his hand slowly moved to cup your face in his hands, running his thumb along your soft lip and shaking his head.

"My only regret is going ten years without another taste of you," He growled out, your thighs rubbing together as you felt yourself growing wetter at the thought of it.

"Every year was torture as I thought about Halloween with you," He told you as he ran his hand up your thigh and between the skirt you were wearing and your heart began to quicken.

"Yoongi," You whispered out, clutching onto his bicep as he let out a small chuckle at how nervous you suddenly were.

"We have all the time in the world in here," He whispered to you, already knowing that you were worrying about who could walk inside here but he was right. No one was allowed to enter until the two of you pushed the button on the exit door to let them know you'd made your way through it successfully.

"I need you," He told you as he took your hand and slowly placed it over his hardened cock through his jeans and you let out a little giggle that was like music to his ears.

"You did that all Halloween night, you'd giggle and I couldn't help but feel my heart swell for you," He told you as he ran his hands further up your thigh until he reached the black panties you'd put on that afternoon and your hips jerked forward.

"Please, Yoongi." You begged for something, anything, you just wanted to feel him touching you again it was all you'd been wanting for ten years.

"Ten years I've been waiting for this, ten." He told you as he softly rubbed his thumb over your clothed clit, your head rolling back against the mirror as you let out a strangled moan at his touch.

"Every year there was a different girl because I was terrified if I was alone I'd ruin our friendship," He whines out as he begins to pick up the pace on your clit, your eyes rolling back as you let out a strangled moan of his name,

"Now you're telling me I didn't need to worry about that at all," He tutteed a little at you, pretending to be disappointed as he pulled your panties to the side and sunk two fingers deep into your cunt. Your eyes widened as you looked at him, your hands clutching onto his biceps as he smirked at you.

"Yoongi," You cried out as he began to curl his fingers hitting that one spot that made your legs go numb and your whole world spin. It should have been criminal just how good he was with his fingers, you were a moaning mess in his hands as you struggled to stay standing up straight.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Yn," He told you as he continued to fuck his fingers into you, enjoying the sound of wetness as he thrust them faster in and out of you. Your head rolled back against the mirror as he bit down on his lip and did his best to control himself. God, the number of times he'd imagined doing this with you, every Halloween he'd wanted to take you inside of this room.

Fuck you in full view of yourself so you could see how beautiful he found you, to show you how much he wanted to worship your body and so you'd never forget just how badly he wanted you.

"Yoongi, please." You pleaded as he continued to thrust his fingers, your hips bucking toward him as you felt your orgasm ready to wash over you. He spread your legs further apart somehow hitting deeper inside of you as he continued to drive his fingers into you, your eyes rolling back.

"Cum for me baby, cum for me and scream my name." He growled out his pace picking up as your legs shook in place, your nails digging into his skin and causing him to bleed ever so slightly. Your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned out his name, bucking against him as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave your whole body shaking.

"So fucking hot," He grunts looking at you, slowly retreating his fingers from you and sucking them clean all the while staring you in the eyes.

"Turn around and hike up your skirt," He orders as he quickly undoes his belt and frees himself from his boxers, fuck he was bigger than you remembered.

"I'm nervous," You admitted as your eyes met one another in the mirror and he smiled warmly at you, lining his cock up at your entrance.

"I know, but you have nothing to be nervous about," He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck as he carefully pressed into you, inch by inch giving you time to adjust as you let out a small cry.

"Fuck, Yoongi you're too big." You moaned out as he bit down on your ear a little, reaching around you with one hand and squeezing your nipple through the thin fabric.

"I'm perfect for you," He moaned out as he slowly began to withdraw from you, only to push back inside of you again, you were so fucking tight he could barely hold himself together,

"You feel so fucking amazing," He moaned out looking down at you as your breathing picked up, your eye smeeting his in the mirror.

"You're so hot Yoongi," You breathed out, your words giving him encouragement as he continued to thrust his hips in and out of you, bottoming out each time as you clenched around him.

"Fuck," He groans letting his head drop to your shoulder blade, your breathing is laboured as you stare at him,

"I'm so fucking full," You cry out, your hands trying to grip the mirror as you look at one another,

"M-Move, Yoongi...Please," You begged as he slowly began to rock his hips in and out of you, looking down at you as he held your hip in one hand and the other on the mirror in front of him.

"Roll...f-fuck, roll your hips a little," He begged as you began to roll your hips back to meet his, your moans becoming louder as you cried out one another's name.

"I'm so close, I'm sorry." He whined out but you didn't stop rocking your hips back to meet his, you were desperate for him to come you wanted to hear his moans, to watch him as he came for you.

"Don't stop then," You begged as you looked him in the eyes through the mirror,

"Cum, please Yoongi." You begged out as he looked down at you, his hands holding onto you tightly as he began to drive in and out of you, a breathless gasp falling past your lips.

"Yoongi,." You warned him as he hit that spot again and again, a smirk growing on his face as he continued to fuck into that same spot for you. The pressure continued to build at the base of your stomach as you whimpered, legs slipping a little but Yoongi held you tighter keeping you upright,

"Yoongi, Oh my god," You groan out as he continues to fuck into you roughly. Your orgasm erupts as you whimper, bucking against him as your entire body grows numb, your vision blurring as he continues to fuck into you.

"Oh fuck me," He groans out as he comes, his hips stilling as he looks down at you, sweat dripping down your forehead but you'd never looked more beautiful.

"I love you," You whispered as you looked at him, Yoongi grunted as he slowly pulled out of you enjoying the way you pouted and let out a whine of protest at the sudden lack of fullness.

"I love you too," He whispered, cleaning himself off with his boxers before tucking himself away and looking at you. Slowly he licked his lips as the two of you gathered yourselves up ready to go and hit the buzzer to get out. Hopefully the music out in the hallway had muffled the sounds of what you were doing, not that either of you really cared all that much you were never going to see any of these people again.

"Let's go back to mine, have a nice warm bath and then we can watch whatever movie you want." He suggested as you headed out of the house and into the cold night,

"Sure," You kissed his cheek softly very happy with how the night had turned around for the two of you. The two of you walked hand in hand toward his car, a giant smile on both your faces as you did your best to act as though your legs weren't currently like jelly.

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[familiarworldface]

Hello hello! I can't sleep so heres my genuine full masterlist of routines and products, this is legitmately my daily life and everything that I love 💫

MORNING-

-Shaving- 💫

I shower at night so when I wake up all I do is shave and makeup, for shaving this is my list;

Braun S6 SensoFlex Foil Razor

Philips Norelco OneBlade Electric Razor

Acure Brightening Facial Scrub

Billie Whipped Shaving Cream - Ultra Gentle

Lubriderm Daily Moisture Lotion - Fragrance Free

Toothpaste/Toothbrush

I exfoliate with my washcloth and warm water, scrub scrub with the facial scrub, rinse, then gently shave my whole face and neck with the foil razor. Then the OneBlade cleans up any tricky spots since the head of it is so much smaller and precise, and once shaving is all done I schmack on some Lubriderm lotion with a wee bit of water mixed in so it absorbs well. Then a cold water cloth on my eyes while my face dries to kill sleepy puffy, brush my teeth, and we're ready for makeup!

-Makeup- 💫

Maybelline Lash Sensational Mascara

Maybelline Great Lash - Clear (For Eyebrows)

Ľoréal Paris Carbon Black Telescopic Eyeliner (Liquid)

UCANBE black single tile eyeshadow palette

Wet n' Wild KOHL Baby's Got Black Eyeliner Pencil

Naked Urban Decay 6-Tile Eyeshadow Palette

Standard Eyelash Curler

After shaving, I curl my lashes and then use a small brush and the single black palette tile to shade the outer half of my upper eyelids, and then matching the bottom eyelids with my eyeliner pencil. Then I use a big brush to blend, liquid eyeliner for my high risk/high reward moment, and I pick a color out of the 6 tile palette for my inner eye. After that, regular mascara and then the clear gel to style my eyebrows. Some regular lip balm and that's the whole thing! I'm pale as fuck so my lips are already peachy.

-After Work/Home For The Night- 💫

Native Brand Shampoo-Conditioner-Body Wash

Exfoliating Gloves

Lubriderm Lotion (Same as Above)

Cotton Rounds (Any)

Garnier Micellar Cleansing Water

Soap&Glory Smoothie Body Butter

OGX Biotin and Collagen Oil Mist

Regular Crest Toothpaste/Toothbrush

Flosser Picks (Any)

Satin Bonnet

I adore showering at night before bed, and before showering I scrub my face with cotton rounds and the cleansing water, then if I'm not washing my hair I put lotion on my face before showering and put my hair up with a claw clip. Either way, after that I use two flosser picks, one for my top jaw and one for my bottom, then brush my teeth and get ready to shower. In the shower I use my strong exfoliating gloves whenever I'm also washing my hair, maybe twice a week. All over times I just scrub and lather the body wash. Shampoo and condition as normal, wash with just water on some days. Keep in mind I have long straight light hair, I'm able to get away with leaving it be quite a bit. After the shower I use the oil mist on my ends and let my hair air dry. If I've shaved I apply my body butter to where Ive just shaved, or lotion to anywhere that needs some love day to day. After that, I'm clean and set! Throw my hair into my bonnet, and take my meds to conk out.

-Medications/Suppliments- 💫

2mg Estrogen Tablets (Sublingual)

50mg Spironolactone Tablets

100mg Progesterone Pills

Biotin Supplements - Pills

Vitamin D/D3 Supplements - Tablets

At night I take 50mg spiro, 2mg est, and 100mg prog because it knocks me out. Working on getting my doc on the horn to kill spiro to click into mono-e on some sage advice. You know who you are darling, thank you 💖 Biotin and Vitamin D also at night before bed! In the morning I take 2mg estrogen and 100mg spiro. Also thinking about swapping to injections! Tryna get C-cups by August type shit!

This is my full routine list, it's of course subject to change, but this is everything I do right now! This is my every day, my rock and my peace. Let me know if there's any question I can answer or advice to give, I'm always lurking ~

Love you all so much! 💫❤️💫 Might update later on to include things like comfort foods and clothes I enjoy! Thanks for reading babes!

[pineconepie]

Oooh boy, this took a while(not a request). I'm a little worried my concept might be a little ooc, especially with August and Cullen. Let me know if you'd think something different would happen! Hope you enjoy my rambles.

Your oc ships have me thinking of certain yans targeting the same kiddo. I feel like some would work together(Hugo and Ellis?). Some would fight to the death(cough Vincent and pretty much anyone). And maybe theres a match up that gives divored parent energy(Solaris and Magnus?)

I'm gonna focus on Cullen and August vs Hugo.

Thinking about a scenario were we get a job after we return home. A place that just so happens to be Hugo's bakery.

I don't think sharing is an option between these guys based on Hugos possessiveness plus August's and Cullen's trauma(they aren't letting their baby get yoinked again :( )

No idea how we convinced our dads to let us have a job, but I feel like they'd drop by frequently to check in on us if we did. Hugo instantly doesn't like them since he sees our dad's as competition. I don't know how long it take, probably not long due to their hypervigilance, but I feel like Cullen or August would notice some of Hugos... concerning behavior. Maybe Hugo has noticed their own as well.

Hugo definitely uses their overprotective behavior to try to put a wedge between us and them. "Don't you think its odd they text you every hour?" "Can they not go a week without visting you at work?" "How much privacy do you have at home?" "If they're ever to much, you can always come live with me." (He's a massive hypocrite, but shhhh, you don't know that yet.)

August and Cullen probably tell you to quit once they have a inkling of whats happening. I feel like this could either result in you agreeing if we've noticed Hugo's behavior OR this pushes the wedge even deeper between us and our dads.

Either way(and for the sake of simplicity and ✨️drama✨️), unless Cullen and August restrain us, we end up with Hugo. The 1st scenario plays out similarly to Hugo's 'Backstory' OR we take Hugo up on his offer to live with him.

Once we're there, it doesn't take us long(if at all in the 1st scenario) to realize somethings not right with Hugo. He treats you like some little kid. Even worse than what your dads did.

It's just like before, their baby is gone again. In trouble. Only this time, they know who the culprit is. They have an outlit. Someone to blame someone to direct their rage onto.

Maybe we manage to sneak a phone call to August or Cullen. You're apologizing and practically begging for them to come pick you up. Giving them enough info of your whereabouts for them to locate you. Do you really want to return to your parents? Who knows. But at least they're better than Hugo.

But if a fight were to happen, how'd it end up?

We(audience) all know Hugo is stronk. And violent. And eagar to rid this planet of your parents given the chance.

I'm not sure if August or Cullen would nessacarily want to kill Hugo(tho I could see the argument they would)(Cullen at the very least is ready to throw hands). But I think they might if it's to protect you or eachother.

Hugo is definitely a threat, but its 2(maybe 3) against 1. It might come down to August and Cullens smarts, luck, or maybe even your involvement.

Or Alternatively, August and Cullen can call the police... I forgot that was a possibility🤦‍♂️

Happy birthday Mr pie! I hope you got some yummy sweets today!

-🐛

Thank you!! I did :D

And OMGG I love this idea!! It was so wonderfully written, I'm very tempted to write something like this happening!

They would no doubt hate each other, and Hugo would 100% be a hypocrite and try to convince you that your parents are way too overprotective. You indeed would probably end up in his house on your own volition, but he wouldn't let you leave.

I can imagine August being frantic and blubbering incoherently on the phone if you managed to call them, while Cullen is demanding specifics as to where you are, if you know Hugo is armed, etc.

It'd really depend on luck and circumstances as to if Hugo or Cullen and August would win you over. While Cullen is very street smart, and August is book smart, Hugo is just smart in general, and as you mentioned, stronk.

While in a simple fight Hugo would beat them no doubt, I think Cullen and August's determination and adrenaline would definitely boost their chances too. While neither of them would want to kill, if its for you, they'd set the whole world on fire <3 (......and so would Hugo).

Needless to say, it'd be a whole lot of chaos.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

A Walk in the Woods

So, I had some struggles in my life. I've been homeless since about July 27th, but I've been staying at a friend's home. I'm on disability, so it's hard to make ends meet.

In the depths of my despair, I wrote about König's lonesome walks in the woods.

Edit: As of August 13th, I do nearly have a home now. However, I am still posting this because it reflects an important feeling and something I think about with König. I love writing him as goofy and awkward, but I think sometimes it's important to remember the reality of being a soldier.

TW: Suicide reference, ptsd, references to gore, warfare/active combat discussion, depression, mental illness

Story below Cut

A Walk in the Woods

König goes on long walks alone sometimes.

You might be tempted to come with him, but that would defeat the purpose of the walk, so he’d just have to have you tag along and take another walk later, most likely when you’re asleep.

Long walks in the woods help König calm down. He likes the silence of the forests. Sometimes, if he’s lucky, he’ll hear an owl hooting or see a bat fluttering by. He’s thankfully not the type that mosquitoes are attracted to, so bugs tend to leave him alone if he just gives himself a light spritz with bug spray. He thinks that long ago, his body adapted to the forests. Maybe it was because it was the place he felt most himself, maybe it was because it was where he was most alone. The forests never bothered answering his questions.

On these walks, König has the time to finally think about what’s been going on in his life. When he walks, he thinks about how long he has left to serve. Will he retire when he hits the golden age, or will he retire when his body gives out? Will he even make it to retirement? He doesn’t know. He wonders what will happen to you when he retires. He also doesn't know, which is worse. It frightens him terribly that he knows there’s nothing he can do to protect you from the reality of living with a partner in the military. He’s gotten to a point where he no longer sees warfare, but he does hostage rescues in dangerous cities in more dangerous countries. How long until there’s a chink in his armour?

When he walks he thinks about how he’ll divide his will. He needs to be prepared, as much as he wishes he could live forever. His mother made it until she was in her late nineties, his father just turned one hundred when he passed. He comes from longevity, but does he truly want to live that long? He’s done so much damage to his bodies throughout his years of service. His body could only go on for so much longer, and he didn’t know how long he could last.

When König was younger, he was brave and proud of taking after his grandfather by going into the Austrian Jagdkommando. He was revered by his younger siblings, and his parents had been nothing but proud of him for his decisions. He’d been a strong recruit and quickly risen the ranks to a prestigious title.

Now, as he walks through these lonely woods, he doesn’t quite know how much value his title holds anymore. What worth is a badge and a name if you spend most of your life looking at your partner through a phone, really? Is he even worthy of being a father if he has to spend months overseas? He’s missed so much of his loved ones' lives because of this godforsaken burden he carries. No amount of money could buy back the time he’s lost with his family.

And yet, still, he works. He trains in the barracks, readies his bodies for the next onslaught of bodies and screams when he is deployed into the next battlefield. He knows that when he comes home, he’ll have new nightmares to wake up screaming from. And who will be there to comfort him but you, frantically awoken by his thrashing and screaming as he shoots and kills all over again in his mind’s eye. He lives it over and over again every night. He will until he sleeps one final time. He’s trapped on lands you’ve never seen, lands he hopes you’ll never see in your lifetime. He’s seen so much carnage, there is so much blood on his hands and these same hands are the ones that hold you, cherish you, fuck you. He’s covered you in blood. 

His walks carry him deep into the forest. There, he finds a clearing where he’ll look up to see the sky. Some days it’s blue and wide as the sargasso sea, some days it’s swathed in a darkness only split by the twinkling eyes of the gods above. Every time he looks up, he hopes that someone somewhere will see him begging on his knees for forgiveness. He tells you he doesn’t pray anymore, but he prays every time he comes to this clearing. Not for himself, no he’s long since been sent to Hell. He prays for you because he’s afraid that he’ll drag you down with him.

When he comes home, he’ll smile and hug you tightly. You always ask about it, but he never tells you where he went. He keeps telling himself he’ll bring you some day, but he knows he never will. You’ve seen him weak, but he can’t bear to have you see him like this. He wants you to see him smile and laugh and hold his children up above his head and fill the air with the sounds of joy and youth. He’s a strong and powerful aurochs of a man. You may see him stumble when he goes out to the hardware store to fix the latest leak in the sink, but he wants you to see him as a reliable pillar of support.

He prays that you will never see him out in the woods alone. He’s terrified that one day, one fateful day, you’ll go into his clearing to find him way up high among the tree branches.

Story Masterlist

[msookyspooky]

Based on a really kinky dream I had that's been in my drafts forever 😗😳

TW:

Randy x Stu x CisFem!Reader • Smut!🔞 • Underage Drinking • Slight CNC/Reader and Randy being Persuaded by Stu • Vaginal Penetration • Cunningilus • Slight Degradation • Slight Humiliation • Praise• Threesome • Dirty Talk • Stu being an Ass • Scream and Set Up AU

Wordcount: 6,353

Camping Trip

It was the following Summer after…That happened…The catalyst that screwed up the entire town and everyone part of it. The Woodsboro Murders. You were out of town that weekend because your parents made you go with them; absolutely forbidding you from attending Stu's party while a killer was on the loose…You were glad but also a small part of you felt guilty. Like maybe if you were there; you could have saved your friends.

Randy said he was shot in the chest by someone but he said his memory was a blur. He thought it was Billy, almost swore it was but all evidence said it wasn't and he ended up saying he wasn't sure after evidence said Billy was innocent…All Randy knows is that Billy and Stu claimed Neil was behind it all but he saw Billy with a knife coming towards him right when EMTs and police rushed in. Billy swore he was just heavily wounded, holding the knife for his own safety and just checking on Randy to see if he was alive. Dropping it and wobbling on his feet; begging police to save his girlfriend Sidney. Randy said he remembered Billy wailing when police told him Sidney was dead…Almost too dramatically. Whatever he meant by that? And Dewey didn't remember anything after Neil in a costume stabbed him in the back…Just that Gale Weathers was shot in the head on the porch next to him and they must have assumed Dewey was dead.

But Neil Prescott, Sidney Prescott, Tatum Riley, Gale Weathers and Kenny the Cameraman were tragically murdered that night. You weren't there and two of the survivors had foggy memories and the other two, Billy and Stu, swore it was Neil getting revenge over his wife's death. Killing his own daughter as a murder suicide before trying to kill her boyfriend for his Dad sleeping with Maureen Prescott and all of Sidney's friends in some insane rampage.

You have to admit, it was so odd and made no sense but who were you to argue with two friends that lost both their girlfriends and were nearly stabbed to death? You weren't there but the imprint it left on everyone in Woodsboro was beyond present.

It was early August. You all graduated a few months ago and now everyone was off to college. Randy was going to study film at Windsor College in Ohio. Billy and Stu were going to the East Coast…And you…Had no idea where you were going; if you were even going at all. All you knew was your already slashed friend group was falling apart and you couldn't stomach it.

"Hey…YN?"

You blinked, looking over to see Randy in the passenger seat while Stu sneaked some liquor from his parents house and you sat in the backseat.

"You still here? You look like you're a million miles away."

You gave a slight smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"...You sure?" He tentatively asked.

You forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'm cool. Really…Just-" You stretched with a groan. "Ready to go have fun in the woods I guess."

Randy smirked slightly. "Yeah because we just survived Halloween last year; let's go try to survive Friday the 13th next."

You sighed and leaned your head back on the seat. "Yeah…I still can't believe it happened. It's a shame Billy couldn't come with us."

"Not really…" Randy muttered.

You sat up in your seat, looking over at him. "Uh…Why?"

Randy looked towards Stu's front door to make sure you both were alone before looking at you and whispering. "I just…I know what Stu and Billy said but I swear, YN…Billy shot me and was coming over with the knife to finish the job." You went to chuckle, unsure what to say but Randy hissed out. "I'm serious!" Your smile dropped as he continued. "I mean, yes things are blurry for me after being shot and Dewey remembers fuck all nothing but…Something just isn't right! I know Billy is guilty."

You leaned over, risking touching Randy's hand and his gaze softened. Tatum swore you both would end up together telling you 'You could do so much better than a film geek who's foreplay is listing off the top nude scenes in cinema history.'...You disagreed but you were too chicken to just come right out and ask him especially after you knew how much he liked Sidney and now she was gone. The second he told you he got accepted into Windsor this early Summer; you backed off the idea completely.

"Then why not come out-"

Randy hissed out. "Yeah, and have Billy murder me next? I just come up mysterious offing myself off a bridge with a stab wound in my chest police are gonna ignore and say was self inflicted? I don't think so!"

"Randy, I know how you felt about Sidney but…It's been a year. We have to just accept that Neil did it and move on."

Randy gave you an exasperated sigh. "I know it seems like I'm not coping but you don't find it odd that both Stu and Billy were stabbed multiple times in the side? I mean, what type of plot armor is that? And why would Neil kill himself and his daughter at a party with other innocent teens if his motive really was him going crazy with grief?"

You opened your mouth then closed it…Not really sure of the answer yourself.

"I suspected Stu because he was such a lapdog to Billy. Still is…But I can't shake the feeling Billy Loomis is lying and Stu is covering for him. I mean, the dramatic way he was sobbing and screaming-"

"He just lost his girlfriend, Randy."

"Yeah but this was excessive it just…What motive sounds better? Teen boy riddled with angst, angry at his girlfriend not sleeping with him but her Mom slept with his Dad and probably was why his Mom split a few years ago and he's damaged from it beyond repair… Or an old man still upset at his wife's murder that could have just killed him and his daughter anytime at home suddenly going missing and just so happens to reappear to kill a bunch of teens for no reason at a party?"

You frowned. "...Billy's a good guy under it all, Randy. Why would he kill his friends and girlfriend?"

Randy shrugged. "How do we know Stu wasn't in on it?"

You scrunched your face. "What?"

"YN, Casey was Stu's ex and Tatum was Stu's girlfriend and it was at Stu's house and any kills related to Billy would make sense since they're best friends-"

"Randy." You sighed out, patting his hand. "Neil had evidence on the phone records…I don't understand it either but we gotta just accept it and move on."

Randy huffed but glanced at you patting his hand, his glare softening. "Yeah well, if you ask me I think it's a criminal getting away with murder."

"What is?" Stu chimed in, opening the door quickly.

Randy faltered before muttering. "Uh…O.J. Simpson case 2 years ago."

Stu chuckled. "Yeah that was crazy, had me hooked! Came home and watched it every single day." He glanced at your hand on Randy's and smirked. "Whatchya kids doing?…Getting cozy?"

You and Randy jerked your hands away as Randy faintly blushed, turning in his seat and mumbled. "Stu, did you get everything?"

"Yep. Got some fireball and mad dog."

Randy raised a brow. " I expected some fancy chardonnay or scotch."

Stu grinned. "Nah, these are my sister Leslie's…She's knocked up, what she don't know won't hurt her." He started the car.

"Yeah till all her liquor is missing after the baby arrives." You mused.

Stu backed up and smiled. "Nah man, she loves me. I'm the best lil bro ever."

You scoff with a smirk. "I highly fucking doubt that."

"Tskk. Girl, you're lucky it's our going away bash." Stu tsked out with a mock glare before he snickered. You frowned a little as you all drove.

It was near dark when you all finally settled in.

A small set of woods next to a creek with a small bonfire Stu started. He just had to carry a large log and groan loudly while dropping it, flexing his biceps on purpose while grinning at you…It wasn't that you weren't attracted to Stu you just knew how he was. He was hard to say no to but you also knew how much he tried cheating on Tatum. He's a damn dog and you didn't take him too seriously with his flirting.

Randy gave him an annoyed look. "Hey Arnold, how about you get small pieces that actually burn?"

Stu rolled his eyes but took the mad dog bottle with him. "Whatever. I guess the man's gotta do all the work while you girls sit at the fire…Be right back…Don't do any fooling around without me-" Stu winked before walking in the dark.

You and Randy both rolled your eyes as you bashfully chuckled. "G-God he's dumb sometimes."

Randy took a swig of the fireball and chuckled nervously. "No totally is…Like, a moron…"

You both sat at the small fire in silence as you hugged your legs. Randy noticed you shiver. "You cold? Here…Don't say I'm not chivalrous." He put his jacket over you as you smiled softly at him and thanked him.

You both sat in silence a moment longer, listening to the fire crackle before you told him. "So…Windsor."

"Yeah, it's far but it's got the best curriculum and all that…It's really far....Away from Woodsboro bullshit...Gonna be weird being so far away."

You frowned and stared at the fire before mumbling. "I'll miss you, ya know…"

Randy looked taken aback, quietly asking you. "...You will?"

You chug the fireball with a grunt and cough a bit before handing it back to him. "Of course I will. No more movie nights, no more cruising late at night, no more spending time together goofing off…I'm gonna miss your annoying ass, Randy."

"Yeah, you're way more annoying than me." Randy blushed a bit and smiled down at his feet. "Well…God, YN. I'm gonna miss you too, ya know. I just was scared it'd be too embarrassing to say it first…I really…Ya know…I like-"

You looked at him and smiled. "Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you, YN."

"I mean…REALLY like me?"

Randy got flustered, looking down and stumbling over his words. "I mean y-yeah but y-you know…It's not…I do really like you you're pretty and…Not that t-that's the only thing but-"

You felt the fireball whiskey you've all been sharing taking effect. Honestly, your throat burned from it and you weren't as cold. And…You might never see Randy again. You liked him even if he wasn't as conventional attractive as Billy or as smooth as Stu; you liked him. Maybe you were just being a hopeless romantic horny teen or or maybe you were just panicking over him leaving or maybe it was genuine but all you knew was that…If you didn't act now, it would never happen. Even if Randy went to the opposite end of the country and met a bunch of college girls and forgot about you…It was still something your tipsy mind felt inclined to do.

I smiled at him while he rambled. "Randy?"

He hummed in his throat with that bashful look on his face you were starting to enjoy.

"...Stop talking and kiss me." You softly told him with a smile.

"O-Oh?....Oohh." He smiled a goofy grin with a red face, his fair skin no match for the way you were flustering him. Honestly, your cheeks felt warm too and you weren't sure if that's the alcohol or your nerves talking.

You both slowly leaned forward and kissed. It was feather light and chaste before you both smiled and did it again a bit longer this time and before you knew it…He scooted closer to you and ran his hands up and down your shoulder through his jacket while your lips moved together. You hummed into the kiss as you just…God, what were you doing? You gently pulled him down by his shirt collar as he moaned softly against your mouth. Before your lips moved together a few minutes and…You soon groaned lightly as you felt his tongue tentatively run across your lips before you met his tongue as well…Both of you making out in the woods next to a bonfire…It wasn't unheard of or anything. You both were 19 and you both clearly had feelings for each other or at least attraction …You felt like you should stop and think but you couldn't. Your body was warm and tingly, Randy was moaning and moving his lips so slow and tentative across your mouth, his tongue was shyly exploring you…You can tell he didn't kiss like this often but you didn't care either. If anything? It made you want to keep going. To let this be a fun first of many things before he left.

You experimentally rubbed your tongue in firm circles against his and he groaned softly. His tongue is getting more erratic. Not rough but less controlled as his hands started trailing up your leg. You bit his lip slightly and he sounded out your name. Just hearing that made you heat up…God, it's like you couldn't control yourself! You weren't drunk but the tiny bit of liquid courage and hormonal lust and the romanticism of being in the woods next to a crackling fire and knowing he was leaving for god knows how long. You gripped his hair and kissed him more passionately with a louder moan against his mouth. Both of you made out as he ran his hand up to your thigh and you just…Instinctively opened your thighs. God you just had to wear something that showed this much skin. His hand eagerly yet nervously up and down your thigh gripping and rubbing while trailing to your hips as you massaged your tongue with his.

Then he did something that made you whine in your throat. Roughly massaging your hips and biting your lip. He quickly stopped pulling away with concern. "Shit…Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry-" He breathlessly huffed out.

You furiously shook your head and dragged him back to your mouth. "No, do it again-" Both of your tongues meeting once more as your thigh hitches around his hip to pull him closer. This was getting out of control. This was so sudden and crazy and you were almost scared what this would do to your friendship but then you remembered all 3 of them Billy, Stu and Randy leave in a week or less and those cares go out the window. Hell, you might leave Woodsboro and they might never come back and you might never seen them again.

You trusted Randy, you felt safe with Randy, you felt…Damn turned on with how his thumb was subconsciously caressing your pelvic bone.

"Randy." You pant out as he just kept kissing you rougher than before. Like you turned him on as much as he turned you on. Like he was glued at the hip to you and couldn't possibly escape. You lightly pushed him up to talk. His eyes searched to make sure you were enjoying this as he sweetly stopped the second you asked…Oh…Oh you knew. He was it. If it was happening, it was happening right fucking now and you just had to act on it before you chickened out. "Randy…I want to."

Randy raised a brow blinking repeatedly as if he hadn't heard you right as he stammered. "W-What? Want??..."

" Randy…Sex." Your face warmed as you smiled at him. "You don't have to."

He hesitated. "I know I'm being a dork but why?"

You sheepishly smirked and stumbled out. "W-Well...Listen, we both like each other. We both feel good right now and Stu hasn't came back in minutes doing god knows what and hopefully he gives us privacy. And…I might not see you for a long while."

Randy couldn't get any redder but his eyes hooded a bit while he swallowed. "Are…Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Hurry before he does come back. There's no one I trust like you and this is perfect right now." You admitted with a shy smile.

You saw Randy look at you fondly. The look in itself made you feel butterflies as he went back to kissing you. Getting more adventurous as his one hand squeezed your thigh and the other played with your chest through your shirt. You grunted and quickly started getting rid of any fabric on your lower body as Randy's hands shook undoing his belt and zipper. Both of you excited and nervous and just eager to do something like this.

"Are you positive? Are you drunk or-"

You cupped his face. "I'm not any more tipsy than you are. Don't hesitate on my part...Do you want this?"

He eagerly nodded with a groan as he nervously positioned himself near your entrance. You were wet enough for him to slide in if he pushed. He kept his tip there and groaned out. "I'm asking...Because I never thought in a million years a girl like you would do this with me."

"Randy, put it in." You encouraged him with a bite of your lip. You hummed in your throat as you felt him push in. He wasn't long or too girthy. In fact, he felt slightly bigger than if a few fingers were in you…But for how nervous you both were and how quick this had to be? It was the perfect size. He hesitantly moved in you and groaned while you huffed a bit. You nodded your head when he looked at you and he did it again. And again. His hips slowly found a rhythm as he seemed to curve into your g spot every so often. You softly whined as you reached up to kiss him. Feeling heat all over and those feel good tingling sensation shoot from your g spot deep into your core with those certain strokes.

"Up a bit. Angle your hips upward." You instructed with a smile and bite of your lip.

"Like this?" Randy's eyes were hooded as his mouth parted. He angled his hips to roll up and you moaned a bit.

"Just like that…Just like that, Randy…Oh." You softly moaned as you felt yourself get more turned on with each stroke. "Faster…" You became painfully aware after a few moments that Stu could come back and you both could be interrupted. "Yes, Randy…Yes." You softly sighed out as he picked up the pace and you moaned a bit. Feeling your hips move with him. His dick rubbing against a very nice spot thanks to him listening to you.

"Oh YN…Oh shit, YN…You feel so good." Randy whimpered out a bit as you could tell he was getting close.

You kissed him and in between kisses. "Not yet…Please I'm close not yet-" You whined as you tried focusing on the pleasure of it all. Being with Randy like this, the memory of it going to seal into your brain forever at how close your feeling to him and how good he was making you feel even for a first time and even if you didn't cum.

Another few moments went by and you swore you were on the edge as Randy looked like he was really trying to hold out for you…All before you heard a whistle.

You both froze, stopped moving completely. Stu's annoying voice ringing out. "No fucking way! God damn, I leave for 10 minutes and you're both fucking in the woods?! YN…Damn girl, I didn't know you got down like that and with Ray?" Stu laughed out while sticking out his tongue.

Randy pulled out so quick it was almost painful as he covered himself and you tried shoving your legs together as Stu walked closer.

Randy was so red faced with a glare as he breathlessly snapped. "You were probably fucking watching us and just waiting to ruin it, perv!"

Stu chuckled but kept walking closer. "Maybe…It was kind of hot…Well, YN was…" You quickly tried to get your clothes over your wet and throbbing between your legs with how close you were to cumming before Stu squatted down and whispered to you. "Hey, babygirl. Shhh…Calm down…You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He smiled at you.

You felt mortified. You were started to wonder if Stu was a fucking sadist with how much joy he got in spoiling these sort of things. He couldn't wait 2 more minutes, if that?!

Stu touched your knee and Randy protectively shoved it away. "Hey man, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"Relax!" Stu drew out. "Relax baby…You look like you had fun…Do you feel good?" Stu gently pushed your chin up with his hand and you felt your head spinning.

Stu smiled down at you and your eyes couldn't help seeing the bulge in his jeans. A big ass fucking bulge. Your mouth dried and you screamed at yourself this was wrong to Randy and this was fucked up and this was all going too far but Stu gently pushed your chin up to look at him. "You're beautiful, baby…Had me so damn hard watching you.... Did Randy make your pussy feel good, honey?" He cooed softly.

You couldn't even answer that! The way Stu was looking at you and his voice dripping those words…His frame and his tent in his pants. This was nuts…Oh god this was nuts but fuck you were losing what little resolve you had.

Randy shoved him as Stu fell back on his ass with a grin. "Hey! Enough!" Randy snapped out.

Stu smirked at you as he leaned back. His bulge looked even bigger as you saw his muscles in his arms and that flirty grin on his face. He stuck out his long thick tongue jokingly like he did and your clit jolted on its own. You couldn't deny his appeal or charming words while he was looking at you.

"Is it enough, Ray?...I don't think it is." He crawled towards you and your chest heaved up and down with every eager breath. "I think…She is very, very unsatisfied. I think she needs a little more…Don't you baby?" He crawled over to you and before Randy could react. He kissed you.

Stu was so passionate and eager compared to Randy. His tongue demanded to go in your mouth as he gripped your head and ran firm but slow movements along your teeth and tongue all before sucking on your tongue a bit. He released you, teeth grazing your lower lip with a chuckle as you were in a daze looking at him.

Randy went to fight or flight, you weren't sure which before Stu held up a hand. "Now hold on here, man! Why don't we all have fun? It's just us three in the woods. We're all going to separate college's. You didn't shoot your load…She's hot and bothered...I'm horny myself…Why not?"

Stu gazed at you lustfully and you felt down right out submissive and shy in the best way with him. It was like night and day between him and Randy but you were so turned on and tipsy and Stu was making good points.

You knew it wasn't a good idea…But fuck it.

"...Okay."

Randy's eyes widened at you. "Okay!?" He seemed hurt.

"Only if you're okay with it, Randy!" You quickly saved, looking up at him. "Stu's right, we're all going to college soon at least you both are. And so far away and we're all kind of turned on and it's…It's whatever you want."

Randy seemed completely torn and you couldn't blame him. You were too.

Stu sighed. "Come on, man! Look, it's a one time thing and even though most girls can't get enough of me once I lay down the pipe-" He rolled his eyes. "I'm sure she'll probably meet you on break every semester to tickle your gerkin, alright? I ain't stealing her or nothin and it'll be fun…Actually never had a threesome before."

Randy still seemed conflicted till Stu just put his hand in between your legs. You yelped in surprise before he started rubbing the softest circles right above your clit on the hood. It made it feel good but ache for more at the same time as you just couldn't contain the tiny moan that came out as he whispered in your ear. "That's a good girl…You like that, don't you?"

He looked at Randy while he still played with you. His thick long fingers sliding down both lips on either side; up and down. Getting the blood flow circulating as you just naturally opened your legs with a soft groan. Your pussy on full display to Randy as he gulped and stared.

"See? You really wanna leave her like this? She's so damn willing and ready, man. Don't you wanna take turns getting dirty in the woods with such a dirty little girl we got here?" He teased you as he kissed your neck and his fingers rubbed over your clit. You moaned louder with your head falling back as Stu's fingers rubbed rougher than you liked but with how turned on you were it just felt good.

Before you knew it, Stu put both hands on your thighs and slowly pushed them open. "Easy, baby, Easy, easy…Let me show you a good time, babe." He whispered to you as you saw Randy watch with a bite of his lip.

You nodded as you let Stu separate your thighs and being the sadist he was. He just stared at your pussy for as long as it made you self conscious…All before taking his fingers and barely touching your clit with the back of them. Tilting his head and smirking as you squirmed a bit.

"Someone's a little eager slut tonight."

"Stu just!-...Do something!" You groaned out in annoyance. This was already surreal and he was making you have second thoughts teasing like this.

"Alright, alright…She's a bossy slut too." He mocked while unzipping himself. Your eyes bulged at how big he was. He was 6'4 and lean so it shouldn't be a shock but compared to Randy? It made you a bit nervous. He smiled at you. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make it fit…You'll be so sloppy wet for me. It'll slide right in that hot little pussy like butter, babygirl."

You felt heat in your core at how he looked at you and talked to you. Jesus Christ.

He laughed. "Damn, Randy! She's bone dry-" Stu spit right on your pussy. "You suck, man."

You went to roll your eyes and argue he was full of shit and Randy had you wet. Not dripping but wet…But everything died in your throat when you felt a hot wet tongue swipe that spit over your inner lips. You couldn't help gasping loudly. Stu just did what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted with such vulgar passion. He didn't hesitate anything as he just dove right into eating you out.

You cried out louder than you intended as his tongue started lapping slowly but firm over your aching clit. Rolling that long hot tongue over and over. The whimpers and moans just spilled out of you as Stu eagerly licked your pussy. His tongue was just as flexible as it was long as he made all kinds of wet noises with his mouth as he licked and sucked at your clit. Sucking while doing fast licking motions had your hips bucking a bit.

You were in your own world right now. You didn't know anything but how Stu was making you feel with how eager he was.

You spared a glance at Randy to see him roughly palming himself through his pants with a bite of his lip. Just that sight turned you on beyond repair. All of this did! In fact, you were shocked how quickly you came. It took half the amount of time it did for you normally as you cried out and grabbed Stu's head. Your hips bouncing against him involuntarily before just laying there spasming. You tried squirming away as Stu smirked against your folds, continuing his assault on your sensitive clit even after the orgasm.

"Stu! S-Shit, noooo-oooohh." You moaned out even if that 'no' didn't have as much force as it should have.

"Hey, she's done." Randy told Stu with a glare. Clearly both jealous and bitter yet turned on at the same time.

Stu rolled his eyes and pulled away, purposely wiping your wetness off his chin in front of you. "Finnnee…I got her soaked anyways. Think she's ready to take all this-" He sat up and held the base of his dick. It was at least 7 to 8 inches long and thicker than you thought. You couldn't tell if it was as thick as Randy or slightly more but it was a sight for sure.

Randy looked at you. "YN, you don't have to do this-"

"Man, shut up!" Stu barked out before scoffing. "If she didn't want it, she'd say it…Ain't that right, YN? Come on, Sweetcheeks. I kinda want you to beg for it anyways-" Stu leveled his cockhead at your wet entrance and you quivered a bit. "Go on. Beg."

You were tongue tied before he slid it up between your folds. The wet shlicking noises just as loud as the fire crackling as his tip met your clit and he just rubbed his length up and down between your wet lips.

"Beg for it." He demanded again.

"I-I want it." You forced out with a swallow.

"You can beg better than that, girl. Tell me what a filthy slut you are."

Randy glared at Stu but you were so horny and him talking to you like that was something you didn't know you needed but now you did!

"I'm a slut for it…I want it." You mumbled as Randy's eyes widened.

Stu stared down at you. His gaze dark and his eyes transfixed on you as he tapped his cock in his hand against your clit. "What are you a slut for?"

"For…Wanting you to fuck me in the woods in front of Randy." It sounded so wrong but it just came out.

Stu smirked. "Are you my slut?"

That you faltered on and he barely stuck it in. That tiny little burn no matter how wet you were both annoyed you and made you crazy. It was mildly uncomfortable but made you ache for it.

"Are you…My…Slut?" He demanded.

"God damn it, Stu! Fine! I'm your filthy slut, okay?!" You hissed out eagerly looking down.

Stu giggled a bit and stuck his tongue out. "Man, I just asked for slut but now you're a filthy one? Yeah, you are. You're a filthy girl. A dirty, filthy, slutty girl and you're all mine…And now Ray gets to watch how I fuck my girls pussy."

He slid in faster than he needed to and you openly him. "Stop!"

Stu rolled his eyes but didn't slam back in again. "Yeah, I know I got a lot of manhood to take…Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He barely moved his hips upward and between the stretch and the motion you didn't know whether to cry or moan.

Stu whistled at Randy. "Hey, you just gonna let her be in pain here? Come on, boy wonder. Rub her clit."

You didn't want it to stop but your body was having a hard time getting used to the stretch. You bit your lip and cringed and before you knew it, Randy was on his knees and his hand was between your legs. You sighed as he rubbed tiny firm circles on your clit.

Stu whispered huskily. "Atta girl…Easy easy…Her pussy just took another inch of me on its own. Keep rubbing her, Ray."

Randy retorted as he spread some of your wetness over your clit and moved it around the hardened bud. "I'm shocked you know what a clit is. Figured you hit it like a caveman and split before the girl can even put her panties back on."

Stu grabbed your ankles in his hands and started moving in you. "Man, screw you. You're the fucking virgin…Was…How do you know what a clit is?"

"Anatomy books and uh…Look, the video store gets boring and we got porno's to stock." Randy rubbed those circles on your clit with his long but soft fingers. "How you feeling YN?"

You moaned softly with each trust. "Good. Faster." You closed your eyes and tried to just focus on how thick Stu was, how he filled you up and seemed to touch every nerve, how Randy's fingers felt.

Stu smirked. "You heard her, man. Faster." And before you knew it, Stu let go of your ankles and shoved your knees back instead, putting his full weight on your thighs as he started pumping in and out of you. He wasn't hard but it was a steady, fast and steady rhythm that made your leg shake.

"FUCK!" You cried out, moaning louder as Randy picked up the pace and bit his lip while he watched you.

Stu jerked your shirt and ordered Randy. "Help out a little, man! Undo her bra and play with her tits. I wanna see them bounce a bit. God knows you never felt those before. Probably gonna tweak the nipple like a radio knob." Stu chuckled in between huffs as he thrusted in you.

Randy blushed and shoved your bra up to show your breast. "Bite me." Randy retorted while one hand circled your nipple and the other circled your clit at the same rhythm.

"Jesus Christ, man. Pinch it, pull it, rub it harder. She needs to cum. She's desperate for it."

Randy hesitated before gently pulling one of your nipples while rubbing your clit faster and you felt your head roll back with a moan.

"Yeah man, keep playing with those. She loves it." Stu talked like you weren't a person. Like you were a toy and somehow that turned you on more.

Then, he hit a spot that had you jolt and a wave of hot pleasure course through you. It was past your g spot and near your cervix you couldn't tell if it was behind or below or what but you just knew it was an area you couldn't reach with fingers but the way he positioned you had him hitting that A spot. It should hurt but instead it almost felt like a mini orgasm course through you but not quite. It was...Fucking amazing!

Stu and Randy saw your reaction and gave you a curious look. Stu slowly rolled his hips so he pressed against that spot again and your back arched. Stu got a wicked grin on his face as he started pumping into you there in those deep long strokes. "I think I found a sweet spot, huh Sweetcheeks?"

You moaned high pitched as you felt that heat pooling in you. Randy kept playing with your clit and nipples with a strained turned on expression.

Stu giggled. "I know Randy's probably a cuck on the low but damn girl you're selfish. You aren't gonna offer him a hand or anything?"

The idea of getting Randy off turned you on and honestly felt right with how he was pleasuring you. Everything was ecstasy right now as you tried to hastily undo his pants while Stu kept bouncing your body while thrusting in you. Randy quickly helped you, all of you breathing heavily and moaning or grunting. You grasped Randy and started pumping him quickly. You were so close and so fucking turned on you couldn't imagine going slow. He didn't seem to mind, moaning deeply as he kept massaging your clit and Stu held you down; pounding against that deep spot that felt addictive.

This lasted another few moments before Stu started grunting and going a bit faster. And that's all it took. Him pounding that wonderful spot and your g spot every other thrust while holding you down, Randy rubbing your clit and roughly palming your breast, you jerking Randy off and hearing him moan and whimper. You came undone almost screaming. Stu clamped his hand over your mouth and pounded. "That's right, baby. Cum on my cock! Take this shit, babygirl...Good girl. That's a good girl, cum for me."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he made you ride it out. Your kegel muscles sucking and squeezing on him involuntarily as he dragged himself out of you and quickly started jerking his cock off. It was just seconds before Stu groaned and hot spurts of his cum splashed onto your stomach. He let go of your mouth as Randy stopped moving on your clit. Closing his eyes and whining as you pumped him still.

"Shit…Shit-" Stu laughed out breathlessly. "That was a close call, man…God damn, YN…" He groaned out before looking at Randy with a smile.

Randy hadn't came yet, huffing and trying as you jerked him off.

Stu being the talker he was told you. "Give the man some release. Let him cum on your tits, babe. It's gonna be the only pair he'll ever get."

You nodded, almost smiling at the idea as you saw how desperate Randy was. "It's okay, Randy. Go ahead. I want you to cum...Cum for me, Randy."

Stu chimed in. "See? She gave you the A okay, my guy-"

"Stu, I'd cum faster if you would shut up." Randy grumbled with furrowed eyebrows.

Stu snickered to himself.

You decided to help Randy a bit. Moving your hand up and down his thigh through his jeans while encouraging him. "That's it Randy...That's it, cum for me...You're doing good." It took just a few moments before Randy's body stiffened and a low groan escaped him and he came on you.

You didn't even care. You were exhausted and on cloud nine as you all just stayed there a moment before Stu bent down and licked his own cum off your belly. You just sighed and tried to calm down a bit. Praying he didn't lick between your legs again because a part of you was too sensitive and another part knew you wouldn't be able to say no.

Stu wiped his mouth. "I'll clean mine but I am not cleaning Ray's. That's gay."

You couldn't help chuckling as Randy rolled his eyes and offered you a napkin. He almost went to clean you off but saw your breast and faltered a bit. Sheepishly handing it to you to clean off yourself while he looked away a bit. The realization of post nut clarity hitting him and maybe you? But Stu seemed unashamed as hell.

Stu finally zipped himself up. "So, are we doing this again?"

You cringed. "Stu I don't know this was like a one time thing so...Maybe later? All I know is we are NEVER letting this get out."

"Aw, where's the fun in that?"

Randy coughed and looked away as he mumbled at Stu. "Seriously man, what happens in the woods stays in the woods."

Stu rolled his eyes with a smirk. "You prudes. It was fun! Not my fault Randy was a cuck and YN is a bit of a kinkier girl than what she wants to say-" He got up. "Okay, Imma take a leak. You guys better not do anything without me…AGAIN."

You and Randy both sat there awkwardly smiling and trying to form the words for what happened and what this meant going forward.

Meanwhile, Stu quickly rushed a ways away from the bonfire with a wicked grin on his face. Pulling out his flip phone he just got that had really become smaller than the cellular he and Billy used last year.

He giggled as he typed up Billy's number. Randy just was desperate for female attention especially after they murdered Sid, Stu liked you but he also just liked sex and anyone giving him attention if he was being honest but Billy? He genuinely had a crush on you for years but you never realized it. Stu knew Billy would probably kick his ass but it was worth it.

"Hey Billy boy…Guess what I juusstt diiid…And with who."