#My grandparents want to move out of the state

[l-r-christian]

I live! Sorry for not being on much, I got super busy. But I here now and trying to get back into my works again. Soon I'll have a few fics out and requests done.

[britneyshakespeare]

This is just a map of New England (minus Connecticut the fake New England state)

[betterbekind]

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[is-sni-ovg]

not to post about my real life on tumblr.com and remove some of my sexy faceless mystique but boy howdy folks i am not having a stellar time

[kyunsies]

the living situation is …. not good you guys ✌🏽

[iknityounot]

(Long post, sorry y'all)

A little more than two years ago now, my grandmother passed away. She and my grandpa had moved down to my home town a few years before so we could take care of them. I brought them groceries once a week, helped them write checks, fixed tvs, and found lost things. I was really close with my grandma.

In addition to her hilarious personality and dry wit, one of my favorite things about her was that she was a painter and a crafter like me! She used to crochet, and I took her to the craft store a couple of times so she could get more yarn and books on crochet. But her arthritis and the shaking in her hands kept getting worse, so she eventually had to stop.

She kept her most recent project, a granny square blanket, safely packed away in a plastic bin. She told all of us she was going to finish it one day.

Her hands never got better, and when she got sick, and we found out it was cancer, she rapidly deteriorated.

After she passed, I went to work helping my mom clean out my grandparents apartment so we could move my grandpa in with her. In our frantic cleaning, I found that bin again:

DOZENS of granny squares, dozens of half used skeins. I asked my mom what she wanted me to do with it, and she said she didn't care. I set it aside and later took it home.

Maybe a month later, that tumblr post about the Loose Ends Project was going around. It felt like a sign--I was never going to learn to crochet in order to finish my grandmother's blanket. But they might be able to help!

So I filled out the interest form. They got back to me SUPER quick. And maybe 2 weeks later, I was paired with volunteer in my state (only 2 hours away!) and the box of yarn, granny squares, and my grandmother's crochet hook were in the mail. That was at the end of January this year.

Over the next couple of months, my "finisher" emailed me regular updates on her progress, and asked me questions on my preferences for how she constructed the final blanket.

At the end of August, the blanket was done!

I had always intended the blanket to be a gift for my mother. So I cleaned it up, put it in the only bag I had big enough to fit it, and drove to my mom's. I gave the blanket to her and she was gobsmacked. I explained to her all about Loose Ends, and how someone volunteered to finish the piece for us. She was speechless. (I was quite pleased with this, because I am not the best at giving gifts, so this was a pretty exciting reaction!)

She said that it was the most thoughtful gift she had ever been given. She said "your grandma would love this". To which I replied, "yeah, I know she really wanted to finish it a couple of years ago". But that was when my mom dropped the bomb of a century on me--she told me that my grandma had started making those granny squares OVER 30 YEARS AGO. She had started the blanket when my grandpa was staying in the hospital, but that was back when my mom was younger than I am now! My grandma had packed them all away, planning on finishing it, when my grandpa was sent home from the hospital. Then it went from house to house, from condo in Chicago to their apartment in my hometown. All that time and my grandma had wanted to finish it, but couldn't. First because she was busy, then because she forgot how to do it, then because of her arthritis, and then because of the cancer. My mom said she had given up on expecting my grandma to finish it. 

She said I brought a piece of her childhood with her mom out of the past.

And really, all of this is to say, if you have seen or heard about the Loose Ends Project and have an uncompleted project or piece from a loved one who has passed away--these are your people. They were so kind and treated my project with such care. That box probably would have been found by my own grandkids one day if I hadn't heard about Loose Ends.

Five stars, absolutely worth it!

(From what I understand, you can sign up to volunteer too! If you have time to share, it might be worth checking out!)

[yauchfilms]

anything with logan and being back in florida ? would appreciate!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

sunburn ✢ logan sargeant (18+)

pairing: logan sargeant x reader (established relationship)

warnings: smut, porn with plot (lots of exposition sorry i got carried away), one use of y/n, soft dom!logan, switchy!reader, fingering, edging, unprotected p in v, lots of pet names, begging, lots and lots of praise, body part worship if you squint, cursing, logan’s a simp, reader is implied floridian, implied childhood friends to lovers, sunburns, fluffy intimacy

summary: it’s been too long since y/n has been back in the states and she is NOT used to the florida sun like she used to be, but don’t worry, logan knows how to take care of her.

word count: 3.5k

author's note: sorry i got soooo carried away with this i don’t know what came over me. this was NOT supposed to be smut but im just a florida girl crushing on a florida boy here y’all lmao. i’m down so bad for this man that i just went kinda crazy. also this was my first time writing smut so pls bare with me. this is inspired by my friend (and fellow logan girly) who just acquired a nasty sunburn lmaoooo. enjoy!!!!

it had been quite a while since you and logan had been back home together. well, not really, but the weather was typically a lot nicer in the winter months than in the spring and summer, and you were not used to it. after you and logan moved to london together full-time, you rarely saw the sun anymore, and your matching pale complexions certainly reflected that sentiment. 

obviously, the miami race weekend was a big deal for the whole sargeant camp. aunts, uncles, cousins, childhood friends, and grandparents would be making their short trip down i-95 to see logan race, but it also meant that you and logan could spend a week together at home, in the sun, in each other’s company. a free vacation of sorts. logan’s parents were busy getting the house ready for the hordes of guests that were to soon occupy the space, so you and logan were more than happy to get out of their hair and into the back yard for some relaxation. 

it was sunday, and you found yourself lounging out on the dock, lost in a romance novel that was probably making you lose brain cells, when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you.

“y/n!”, logan yelled from where him and coco were playing on the grass. “have you been applying sunscreen?” 

you put your book down, letting out a small huff at his question. logan often took a rather paternal role over you, not in a weird or demeaning way, but rather in the sense that he always has your best interest at heart. and you loved that about him, loved how he always wanted to take care of you without being asked. 

you looked down over the chaise longue you were laid out on, thinking there was a bottle of SPF next to your drink, but all that was there was the can of sparkling water you had been nursing. 

“don’t have any; i’ll be okay!” you called back, hoping that would be the end of it.

“you want me to bring you some? it’s no problem,” logan replied, positioning himself to get up off the ground.

“don’t worry about it; i’m coming inside soon anyways!” you half-lied, knowing that logan usually respected your wishes when it came to things like that. you knew you weren’t necessarily telling him the truth, but he knew you and your stubbornness, and he knew it was not his business to try to fix it. 

another few hours had passed, and logan and the dog had long gone inside to find something else to do. you had stayed out, vowing to finish your book in one sitting. as you closed it, you stood up from the lounger, grabbing your long-abandoned can from the ground, wrapping yourself in the towel that you had been laying on, making your way back into the comfort of the house – and the air conditioning.

walking in through the kitchen, you pass logan’s mom, who was cooking dinner for the family. 

“oh sweetie, looks like you got some color on you!” she exclaims, chopping up some vegetables. 

“yeah, it’s been a minute since i’ve had time to tan! i missed the florida sunshine too much.”

“well, logan’s in his room, and dinner’s in about an hour if you’d like to freshen up,”  mrs. sargeant said sweetly, motioning towards the hallway towards logan’s room.

upon your arrival, logan moved his laptop out of his lap and onto the bed next to him. you took the towel off your shoulders, leaving you in just your bikini, when logan’s eyes went wide with shock.

“what, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bikini before?” you quipped, reacting to his sudden change of expression. 

“y/n, you are bright red, like ferrari red,” logan replied, serious as a heart attack. you make your way to the vanity over his dresser, taking in your current state. logan was right. you were burnt. 

“what the fuck dude, i swear i wasn’t out there that long,” you snapped, poking and prodding yourself in the mirror, letting out a wince when you stumbled over a particularly sensitive area.

logan gets off his spot on the bed, making his way towards you, joining you in front of the mirror. his hands immediately fall to your hips out of instinct, but he makes sure not to grab too tightly due to your new look.

“baby,” he says, placing his chin onto your shoulder. you let out another wince, reacting to his touch. “i told you to wear sunscreen. now look at you, my little lobster…”

“this isn’t funny,” you pout, and he leans forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. you spin around in his arms, now facing him face-to-face rather than through the mirror. 

“stop pouting baby, and go hop in the shower, please. the sooner you get some cold water on you, the better you’ll feel. i can feel the heat radiating off you from here,” logan said with a giggle. his hands linger around your ass, and he gives a slight smack to send you on your way, which elicits a shrill yelp from you due to the sensitivity of the area. 

“are you at least going to join me?” you question as you make your way to his en suite, stopping in the door frame with your arms crossed across your chest. logan lets out another giggle.

“and listen to you whine the whole time? no thanks, plus i showered like an hour ago,” he replies, which garners a predictable whine from you.  “if you make it quick, i might have something that can help you,” he adds, and you turn on your heel into the bathroom, shutting the door with a slam. 

and he was right; the shower hurt like hell, but you know that had he been there, you wouldn’t have been able to properly soak in the cold water, so you silently curse him for being right. 

you walk back into logan’s room, wrapped in your towel, when you see him sitting on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. he hears you approach, putting his phone down and grabbing the clear bottle off the bed next to him. 

“i found you aloe; well, my mom did. she said your burn is one of the worst she’s seen,” logan said, presenting the bottle to you like it was a participation trophy. 

“is that supposed to make me feel better or worse, logie?” you questioned, feigning offence from his comment. 

“well, the comment probably won’t, but hopefully the aloe does,” he replied. “c’mere, baby,” he cooed, his arms outstretched, welcoming you into his arms. you take your spot on his lap, legs draped over his thigh, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep you in place. logan places a kiss to the bridge of your nose, and along your cheeks, leaning in to admire the newly-formed freckles that were threatening to peak out from underneath the harsh redness of your skin. 

“your freckles are back; reminds me of when we were little, trying to catch fish with my dad in the backyard. you were so bad at it; still are to be honest, but it’s okay because you still look cute trying to bait a hook,” he laughs, his breath giving a cooling sensation to your cheeks, and you wish he would keep talking just to feel his breath against your skin. 

“logan, baby, the aloe?” you suggest, knowing that the time he’s wasting is killing you. all you crave is the feeling of the lotion on you, and his hands being the ones to apply it. 

“sorry, didn’t mean to get sentimental on you, just being here with you makes me think about stuff like that. i sometimes wish we could go back…” logan trails off, and you know what he’s thinking about. he often thinks about the memories of you growing up, how much he missed you when he moved away to the uk, and what it meant to get you back. you like to think of those moments too, sometimes, but he often gets in his head about it. 

“i know,” you coo, lifting a hand up to card through the longer hair on the back of his neck, as a way to soothe him.

he lifts the bottle of aloe up towards you. 

“may i?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow up in an inquisitive way.

“of course you may. how do you want me?” you ask, a mischievous look in your eye.

“do not say it like that, you minx,” logan shot back, your innuendo catching him by surprise. 

“keep talking crazy like that, and we might have a problem,” he snapped, although with no actual malice behind it. “you can lay on your tummy first, though, and i’ll go from there, if that’s okay,” he said, his expression softening as he looked at you. 

you climb out of his lap and onto your stomach on the bed next to him, and he straddles your back to get the proper angle. 

“this okay?” he asks, tugging slightly at the towel that is still loosely wrapped around your back. 

“log, you’ve seen me naked countless times; of course it’s okay,” you quip, turning your head so he can see the side of your face. he leans down, planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek, blowing a raspberry there. this elicits a giggle from you, wriggling underneath him. 

logan drags the towel down your body slowly, his fingers barely grazing your warm, sensitive skin, standing up on his knees to pull it out from under you. 

“i know we aren’t having sex or anything, but could you at least take your shirt off or something? this feels too clinical,” you say, causing logan to burst out laughing above you.

“you are not a real person, i swear to god,” he quips, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick motion. “is that better, princess?” he says sarcastically, using the nickname he only gives you when you’re acting like a handful. 

between your fits of giggles, you let out a “mhm” that signals to logan that he is free to proceed. this evokes an eye roll from logan that you catch out of the corner of your eye. 

his attitude doesn’t last long, however, because before you can protest, his lips find your shoulder blade, peppering kisses along the top of your back, feeling his stubble graze across your skin. it burns, but feels so good at the same time.

“so sweet for me, logie,” you groan, melting into his touch. he reaches for your hair, still damp from the shower, to move it out of his way, as he makes his way across the plane of your body.  

all he can manage is a drawn out “hmmmmm” as he feels the warmth of your skin along his cheek. 

he pulls away suddenly, and you whimper at the loss of contact from him. 

“i know, i know,” he cooes, and you hear the bottle of lotion being opened just out of your periphery. 

his hands make contact with your skin again, feeling the sensation of the cool liquid as he massages it in. his strong hands make their way up and down your back, causing you to arch only slightly, if it wasn’t for him sitting squarely on your ass. 

“you’re killing me, logan,” you half-whisper, his actions genuinely taking your ability to speak at a regular volume, the intimacy of it all being just a little too much for you. 

“feels good, huh?” he asks, and although you can’t see it, you can tell that he’s cocked his eyebrow at you, and you’re surprised he’s been able to behave himself this long. 

his hands work swiftly, massaging the liquid in with long, deft fingers, the sensation driving you crazy.

“logan, i want you, please,” you whine, looking up over your shoulder to meet his gaze, your eyes softening in an almost begging manor. 

“i thought you said we weren’t–” 

“i lied. i’m a liar. i need you right now,” you beg, as logan stands back up on his knees to allow you to roll over underneath him, him now settled on your thighs.

“fuck, baby, i can’t say no to you,” he huffs, not sure exactly how to make the next move. he looks down at you splayed out in front of him, taking in the sight before him. a hand reaches down to caress down your chest, fingers grazing slightly over your nipple, causing your breath to hitch. 

“we have to make it quick, okay? can you be good for me?” he asks, his hand lingering on your left breast. 

you let out a whimper, shaking your head slightly.

“words, baby,” he sighs, his fingers massaging into the tissue of your chest. 

“yes, i’ll do whatever you want,” you whisper, unable to find your voice with how turned on you were. 

“that’s my pretty girl,” logan cooes, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, adjusting himself so he’s slotted between your legs. the kiss deepens, his tongue finding its way into your mouth, as he swallows your muffled moans, trying to avoid the awkward conversation with his mom later. 

“gotta be quiet, baby,” he whispers, his hand running up and down your side, the warmth of his hand searing your sensitive skin.

“god, i feel like we’re in high school again,” you say, rolling your eyes at him.

“except i wasn’t nearly as good then as i am now, though,” he smirks, diving down to leave a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to the base of your neck, softly nibbling on your pulse point. 

“are you gonna prove it?” you ask, trying to rile him up.

this question evokes something in him, his breath against your skin coming hot and sudden, and you could feel the deep exhale from his nose.

leaning up to your ear, he whispers, “you are such a brat.”

the sensation from the whisper mixed with the sting of his words sends a shock straight to your core. he’s not always the best at dirty talk, but he still somehow knows exactly what to say and when to say it. 

“touch me, logan,” you manage to squeak out, your breath growing heavier the more you took in his words, and he was eager to oblige.

with that, the hand that found comfort on your hip trailed its way down between your bodies, grazing the softness of your stomach, fingers oh-so-gently teasing your folds. 

“so wet, huh? so worked up for me? you drive me so fucking crazy, you know that?” he growls, his voice rasping as he begins rubbing small circles against your clit with his thumb. “one or two, baby?” he asks, and you know exactly what he means. 

“two, please”, you whine into his mouth, body arching up into him before he even has the chance to touch you properly. 

“good girl, take it so well,” he groans, sliding two fingers into your cunt, almost too slowly. his voice is almost unrecognizable, the threat of being too loud taking over. his thumb continues its pattern on your clit.

you feel the tension building as he fucks his hand in and out of you, but not before you feel him slowing his pace down.

“i know you wanna come now baby, but we don’t have long. i’m gonna stop, and we can come together, okay?”, he half-whispers. 

his hand moves from its spot between your thighs back up toward your lips, as he rests his fingers on your bottom lip, cocking his eyebrow at you. 

“o-okay,” you squeak out, and with that, his fingers push past your lips, urging you to suck them clean, and you oblige, swirling your tongue around his digits, tasting yourself on his fingers. 

your hands trail down between you two, your fingers dipping underneath his shorts and boxers, toying with the waistband. 

logan removes his fingers from your mouth, opting to move back to your jawline, planting lingering kisses along the bone.

“quit teasing, baby, want you on top. let me see those pretty tits of yours, yeah?”, he smirks, knowing that him complimenting your body drives you crazy in the best way. 

you oblige with a searing kiss to his lips, opting to pull his shorts down in one motion, cock bobbing free and slapping across his stomach. he reaches down to finish taking them off, throwing them on the floor with your long-abandoned towel. 

he rolls you both over with ease, you now on top. your fingertips graze his chest, down to his abs, grabbing his cock and giving it a few quick pumps to make sure he’s ready. 

“ready, log?” you ask, your hands now on either side of his head, his blue eyes sparkling back up at you, your hips and ass now up in the air waiting for his cue. 

he leans up to chase your lips, trying to kiss you, just out of his reach. 

“please, baby, i can’t take it much more,” he begs, using his arms to pull you down to him, sinking down on him, and meeting his lips with yours. now it’s his turn to moan into your mouth. 

“fuuuuuck,” is all he’s able to get out, his hands finding their way to your hips, trying to help you relieve the lack of sensation. Your hips roll for the first time over him, and his hips immediately buck up into you.

“patience, baby. i thought i was the desperate one?” your words go right to his cock, making him buck up once again, making you speed up your motions. you feel the effects of his desperation on your body, the coil in your stomach winding tighter with every bounce on his cock.

“fuck, you’re close, baby; so am i,” logan pants, the physicality of it all catching up to him. he knows your body so well; he can always tell when you’re about to come. 

with his observation, you lean back with your hands behind you on his thighs, your hips continuing to roll against his body, eliciting a low, grumbling moan from logan. he loved you like that, all cock-drunk and lazy on top of him. it also meant that he had a perfect view of your tits, both his hands reaching to grab at them as he continued fucking up into you. 

“these are so fucking perfect. all mine. i can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” logan pants, both of your movements becoming lazier, as he rolls your nipples in between his fingers, feeling your already-tight walls close in on his cock.

you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching with his presence on your tits, and you know that he isn’t going to last long, either. you lean forward, diminishing the space between you two, giving logan the opportunity to bear hug you. his thrusts up into you send you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you, causing you to let out a muffled moan onto his right pec. your vision goes slightly blurry for a second until you hear a grunted “fuck, baby”, followed by the feeling of logan’s hips sputtering underneath you. he comes shortly after you, spilling into you. 

You collapse onto his chest, your highs riding out together. he doesn’t loosen his grip around your back, planting a sweet kiss to the top of your forehead, pulling out as you lay pitifully on his chest.

“so good for me, baby, so sweet. fuck, i’m so lucky,” he whispers, rubbing your back where, just a few minutes earlier, he was applying aloe lotion. he rolls you both over so that you’re now facing each other on your sides. 

you reach a hand up to caress his face, feeling the stubble from a week’s worth of no races, the hair rough against your smooth palm. 

“logie, you fucked me so good i almost forgot about this damn sunburn,” you giggled, “but now we’re done and it just hurts again!”

“guess that means i’ll just have to fuck you again,” logan smirked, burying his head into the crook of your neck, eliciting more giggles from you. you begin to hook your leg over his thigh, bringing you even closer, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. you almost begin the cycle over again until you hear a knock on the door that has you both frozen in your tracks. 

“dinner!” you hear his mom cheer from the other side of the door, and then her footsteps clearly walking back down the hall towards the kitchen. 

“guess not,” you teased, eliciting an eye roll from logan, who quickly gets up to pull you into the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

[russellsppttemplates]

Finn wondering if Jimmy and Sassy feelings would get hurt if he ask for a dog

"Hey, darling, how was your day with grandma?", you wondered as your little boy ran to your arms. Since you and Max were renovating your home office, you thought it would be best that Finn spent his day with his grandparents, allowing you and Max to work quickly without the added worry of your son accidentally touching something dangerous and hurting himself. Your husband had been the one to pick him up from your parents' house, "Finn, do you want to tell mama what you told me in the car?", Max nudged, pulling your son to sit on his lap once he sat in the office chair next to yours as you tidied your desk, organising your materials into the drawers and pots.

"Oh, that's right!", he beamed, "you know grandma and grandpa have Juno", he mentioned your parents' dog. She had been in the family even before you moved out and the sweet labrador was the delight of both the older and younger family members, even Finn didn't escape it.

"I was just asking papa if he thought Jimmy and Sassy would be mad or hurt if we got a dog", he stated, looking at you as he explained the situation, "I know we've had them in the family for a really long time, they were here before I was even born!", he exclaimed, "and before mama, too!".

Chuckling at his antics and at his cuteness, you nodded, "That's right, Jimmy and Sassy have been with us for some time", you noted, giving him your full attention.

"But I don't want to hurt them because they'll think they're being replaced, but they won't be! Our hearts will grow bigger to have another pet in our lives!", he extended his arms before he slumped down, "what do you think mama? Papa said I also had to run the idea by you", he pouted.

"Well, having a dog is certainly different that having cats, Finn", you tried your best to no destroy his hopes straight away, "cats are very independent, they mind their own business, and a dog requires a little bit more attention, and with papa being gone for a good chunk of the week at times, it might be a bit too much for us, and the cats might not react well", you said, "not because they will think we don't love them, but because it will be someone new in the house".

"I get what you mean, papa said the same", he looked up at Max who nodded, "it's going to be another responsibility that, realistically, will fall on you and maybe we should wait until we have more time in our hands", he smiled, holding your hand in his and playing with your fingers and your wedding band.

"How about we go and play with the cats, though? Me and papa spent the day drilling and I think we need to gain some extra points with them", you winked at your little boy, seeing him run off to find his furry friends, "I know I'm biased, but he's so cute when he's like this, makes my heart all melty inside", you cooed, pretending to squish his cheeks, "your genetics made him incredibly cute!".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[call-me-strega]

How to Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps: part 1

Jason meets Single Dad Danny who is taking care of a de-aged Dani while trying to get his degree at Gotham U. Both of them fall hard, hijinks and shenanigans ensue, simping on both sides.

Edit: background info/lore found here

Edit: part 2 now found here

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Step 1: Meet an attractive single parent

As a Crime Lord/vigilante Red Hood had multiple safe houses that he used in and out of the mask. Some were for each exclusive identity to prevent anyone from linking them together and others used for both. Currently, Jason was walking out of his 2nd favorite safe house and the mostly permanent residence of “civilian and non-profit worker: Jason Todd” with a plate of cookies and a pan full of lasagna for his new neighbors that moved in two doors down. He may have been a street rat but he’d be damned if Alfred and Talia hadn’t taught him hospitality (it was a fact of life that grandparents and Asian people would try to feed their guests like their honor depended on it). Plus it was a great way to do some reconnaissance on whether or not these new neighbors could potentially pose an issue. The apartment complex was on the border of Crime Alley and Burnley meaning the people who lived there weren’t doing too hot money-wise but were at least able to avoid the worst of Crime Alley. Jason was just planning to go over introduce himself, hand over the homemade food, and head off to a different safe house to get his gear and patrol. However, he was not expecting to see his new neighbor standing outside struggling to open his own door, a six-year-old on his hip, arguing with someone over the phone. The young man had a lean build and appeared to be no older than 20, give or take a year or two. He had black bangs that cast a shadow on his face making his eye-bags appear even darker and startling blue eyes clouded with anger and resentment, likely towards whoever was on the phone. He was so occupied with his conversation he didn’t seem to notice that someone else had stepped into the hallway. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a loose white shirt with a NASA logo on it that slightly hung off his shoulder. He also wore a black hoodie with a white hood and neon green accents that seemed to be subject to his sister(?)’s death grip. Despite his disheveled state, there was something about his new neighbor that drew him in. His aura washed over Jason like a cool breeze on a hot day making it hard for Jason to look away. He would have continued assessing the man if he hadn’t made eye contact with the identical blue eyes of the young girl perched on his hip, who looked at him with a curious sparkle in her eyes. He discreetly turned back around to lock his own door, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation the elder (brother?) seemed to be having. It could provide some info on these new neighbors.

“-shut up Vlad! I’m not moving into your rich guy penthouse! I wouldn’t be taking any of your shady money if I didn’t need child support for Ellie!”

Huh. So her dad/guardian then?

“ Of course I have to do this Vald! What’s the other option, sending her back to a Frootloop like you?! … I’m not going to abandon Ellie for something that wasn’t her choice. She didn’t ask to be created Vlad that’s why she gets a chance.”

Okay so setting aside the rather concerning parts New Neighbor Guy™️ was definitely that child’s parent. Seems fairly rational as well.

“How do I know you’d be a terrible guardian? Plenty of reasons, do you want the list chronologically or alphabetized! You violated me, who you said you wanted to adopt despite me having two living parents, you created Ellie and several other failed attempts without my knowledge, you hid her from me, you tried to teach her to hate me before we even met, you named her Danielle after me instead of giving her her own identity, the list goes on and on Vlad! Do you want me to continue because that’s just the stuff that involves Ellie�� I was 14, you middle-aged vampire look-alike! Of course I wasn’t jumping at the chance to become a teen dad! I was a freshman in high school! Besides you know what my parents are like, lab safety regulations were more like a healthy suggestion to them. I was in no position to be taking care of a child!”

Rage flashed in Jason’s eyes as he tightened his grip on his glass Tupperware pan full of lasagna. This conversation was not painting a pretty picture about his neighbor’s situation. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself before belatedly realizing his neighbor had gotten real quiet. He turned around, catching the tail end of his neighbor’s conversation as he finally succeeded in opening the door.

“Whatever Vlad, just keep paying your child support and for Ancients’ sake please stop trying to date my mom. …. Yeah, yeah screw you too Count Chocula.”

The neighbor set his daughter down, likely so she could enter the apartment, and slipped his phone from between his head and shoulder into his hand to hang up on that Vlad guy. Now seemed like as good a time as any to approach. Jason walked up the the young man and coughed trying to get his attention. The young man met Jason’s eyes with a somewhat surprised look. As if he wasn’t unaware of Jason’s presence but hadn’t expected him to talk to him. Jason decided he should start speaking now before things got too awkward.

“Uh- Hi, I’m Jason. I live a few doors down in 357,” he said glancing at the 353 on his neighbors’ door before he continued. “I heard you moving in a few days ago and thought I’d swing by with some food to welcome you to the building.” He stuck out his hand for the other to shake.

“Hi I’m Danny, Danny Nightingale,” he said taking Jason’s hand and ‘Wow his hands are cold’, “ and this little munchkin here is Ellie!” Danny and Ellie flashed him matching smiles like twin suns making Jason's heart melt. He returned their smiles before extending the food to Danny.

“ I don’t know if you’ve had time to get groceries yet but here’s some homemade lasagna if you need a quick meal while you’re getting settled,” he then crouched down to Ellie’s level and stage-whispered in her ear conspiratorially “ and there are some chocolate chip cookies on that plate too.”

Ellie giggled out a thank and threw her arms around Jason’s neck, giving him a quick hug before letting go and dashing into the apartment. Jason watched her go, stunned but feeling warm and fuzzy inside. He turned his attention back to Danny, who shook his head and huffed amusedly. They made eye contact as Jason rose and realized he was a head taller than the guy. He felt the heat expanding in his chest and crawling up his neck, curling behind his ears. He decided now that Ellie had gone in it would be a good time to talk to Danny about what he overheard.

“ So it really wasn’t my intention to do so but I overheard some of that conversation you were having over the phone earlier,” he watched Danny’s smile drop a bit as he winced. Jason awkwardly brought up his hand to scratch the back of his neck and continued.

“ Look I don’t wanna insert myself into your situation but if you ever need help I’m just a few doors down. And if that guy gets pushy or stops sending his child support I can help you find a couple of avenues you can take. Plus, although we’re technically outside Red Hood’s territory I’m sure he wouldn’t mind extending protection over you like he does for the other Crime Alley folk if ya really need it.”

Danny’s face smoothed out looking a bit flushed and appreciative as he went on. He gave Jason a small smile and replied, “ Thank you for the offer. I really do appreciate it. Might just take ya up on it at some point. As for Red Hood? I think I’ll avoid needing the protection of a crime boss vigilante if I can help it. Don’t worry too much about Vlad though. I’ve got him handled currently and he’ll behave if he knows what’s good for him!” Danny smiled threateningly towards the end of his reassurance. (‘His canines are peaking out that’s so cute’)

Jason chuckled with Danny as their eyes locked once more. They stayed lost in each others’ eyes for what seemed like hours before they heard a thump followed by a small “oof” coming from inside the apartment. Danny turned to the door and called out to Ellie,

“Ellie, what was that? Are you okay”

“I’m fine! My shirt just fell!”

“That sounded heavier than a shirt?”

“I was in it!”

Danny sighed, shaking his head before turning to Jason once more.

“Thank you again for the food, any chance you’d like to come in and have something to drink?”

“Thanks for the offer but I’ll have to decline. I need to start heading out for work.”

“Well then, I shouldn’t keep you. I’d hate to make you late for work.” He waved goodbye as Jason nodded his head and started walking down the hall.

His neighbors seemed entirely harmless he decided as he walked away. ‘The kid was cute’ he thought to himself. A smaller voice from the back of his head that sounded vaguely like the Pits chimed in ‘Her dad was even cuter.’

~~~~~ Please let me know what you guys think and if you want to see more of this. I thrive on feedback so feel free to leave any notes or comments!

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SWEET SERIAL KILLER - SPOOK'TOBER FIC

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece! Reader Warning: Dark, Non-Con, Dub con, Incest choking, spanking. Crying 18+ serial killer!Aemond. MDNI A/N: I wrote this as if it was set in America. So reader and Aemond are 18 and in their final year of school just to clarify. I was editing this but it was taking so long and every time i read it, i hated it even more. So I'm really sorry for all the mistakes but I hope you enjoy it.

There was a soft pitter-patter of the rain when you stirred in the night. On the brink of sleep you thought you heard a creak of a door, the possibility of someone just getting in. But in your dazed state, it was the last thing on your mind. 

You were fully awoken from a loud tap  against your window, too harsh on contact to be the rain. And when it happened again, you were quick to stumble out of your bed to find the source. 

Instantly you recognised the dark figure in your garden, already trying to climb the tree to get to your window. His shit eating grin was the first thing to greet you as you reluctantly opened your window for him. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Cregan whispered, teasing you. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” You hissed, shaking your head at him but moving out of his way just the same. “It’s late.” 

“I wanted to see my girlfriend,” Cregan drew closer, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. One that became heated in seconds, especially with his hand holding the back of your neck to pull you in closer. 

You pushed against his chest, before your head became dizzy and it became hard to think. 

Cregan let out a small groan as his lips left yours but let you slip away anyway. 

“It must be like three am, Cregan,” you told him, rubbing your eyes as you sat back down on the bed. 

“It’s two-thirty,” he stated, shrugging his shoulders as if it didn’t matter. 

“You can’t be here,” your voice was small, knowing what you were really trying to say.  

“I’m starting to think that you don’t love me anymore,” Cregan’s voice grew louder and your body grew tense at the thought of him waking your grandparents in the other room. 

“It’s not that,” you told him, watching him as he glared out of your window. “I just want to wait and you know that. You told me you would be okay with that.” 

“I am okay with that,” He sighed, taking a step towards you. His fingers trailed down your face, lingering longer as they reached your throat. “But sometimes it feels like you don’t even want to kiss me.”

“I like kissing you,” You lifted your chin, gazing into those big round brown eyes of his. “It’s just I’m worried sometimes that you want more and I-” You bit on your lip, eyes closing before you said it, “I can’t give you more.” 

When he leaned down, capturing your lips again, you were more than happy to give in. With Cregan things just felt right, even a kiss had your toes curling at times. 

But you weren’t ready just yet and you weren’t the girl to be pressured into anything. You didn’t care that you were in senior year and that everyone else had already done it. None of that mattered to you and the more you felt pressured into it, the less you felt the desire to do it. 

“I don’t need more,” He reassured you. 

But you just didn’t believe him, not when he was creeping into your house in the dark of the night. 

Your hands were pushing him away again, this time towards the direction of the window. 

“You need to go.” 

He rolled his eyes at that. “I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“Yeah, of course.” 

Before he climbed back outside, he gave you another peck, making you unable to hide your smile. 

-

Like always around eight you stood by Aemonnd’s car, waiting for him to stride out of the house so you could both leave. And after at least ten minutes, he stepped out of the front door, looking unusually dishevelled compared to his normal fresh look. 

When he finally walked past you, giving you a grunt for a greeting, you could tell something was off. Especially with his messy braid and the heavy bags hanging around his eyes, it wasn’t like him at all. Not in the last year anyway, unless he had been slipping into bad habits.

“You look dreadful, Aemond,” you stated, opening the car door and slipping in beside him. 

Aemond didn’t really say anything, instead he started the car as if you hadn’t even spoken. 

“Seriously?” You reached your hand out, placing it over his on the wheel. “Don’t just ignore me.” 

“I struggled to sleep last night,” He let out in a huff, clearly not wanting to discuss it any further. 

“Do you think it’s to do with the end of our senior year?” You asked, hoping to get through to him. “I know you’re still waiting for your acceptance letter from Volantis but there’s no way that you didn’t get in.” 

“Just drop it, Y/N,” He snapped, driving away from your house now. 

His voice cut through you, his anger seeping into your skin. You hated the way it made you feel, staring back at him with watery eyes, half expecting him to apologise. But he never did. 

It wasn’t until you were slamming his door closed, that you could finally feel the heat of his stare. But with you out of reach he could only stutter on his unspoken words before truly realising you it was too late. 

Cregan was waiting for you when you stepped out of the car and you were too eager to slip underneath his arm ready for him to drag you away. He liked it when you were like this, a little broken down so he could build you back up again.

“Good morning, babe,” Cregan grinned, squeezing your side a bit more as he walked you both in. 

Even though you wanted to inwardly cringe at the pet name, you didn’t, giving him a small smile instead. 

“Don’t tell me. Aemond?” He asked, sensing the drop in your mood. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” You brushed it off. “Let’s just get to class.”

Something hadn’t been sitting right as soon as you hit school that morning and your best friend, Cassie, wasn’t there to greet you. But that awful pit at the bottom of your stomach was more noticeable as you stared into Mr Hughes sympathetic gaze when he guided you to the hallway.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say. 

“No,” You let out in a harsh breath, tears already streaming down your cheeks. “No, just no.” 

You just knew. 

Everything was a blur after that, you weren’t sure if he was still speaking or not but you couldn’t hear him. 

You had collapsed onto the floor, sobs shaking through your body and there was nothing you could do to contain yourself. All you kept telling yourself was this wasn’t true, this couldn’t be happening. 

Hands were trying to pull you up after a while but you shoved them away, unwilling to move from your spot. 

“Babe, it’s me,” You heard Cregan’s voice through your tears. “Let’s take you home.” 

“No,” You said in between a sob, fighting him off as he tried to pull you in. 

His voice became more urgent after this, angry even as he tried again. “Come on, you don’t want to do this here.” 

But you still weren't listening. 

Then you felt his grip tighten, becoming painful as he forcibly tried to move you. You could feel his lips get closer to your ears, ready to whisper something but you weren’t trying to hear. 

“Get off of her.” 

You recognised Aemond’s voice instantly and your chin lifted up to look up at him. 

Upon seeing Aemond you felt your boyfriend’s grip loosen on you, allowing you to practically leap into Aemond’s arms in front of you. He held you tight to him as you cried into his chest, a mix of tears and snot ruining his t-shirt as he dragged your limp body off of school grounds. 

-

Aemond didn’t need to do much, his presence was enough for you anyway. After hours of being curled up into his chest in your bed, you managed to calm down to uneven breaths. 

There was a warmth about him, especially when his fingers trailed heavily patterns into the bare skin of your back. It’s like you could exist there forever, in his arms. 

Your stomach dropped a bit at the thought, even in your saddened state, your mind fought with you not to think like that. It’s how you found yourself turning away from him on the bed, rolling to the other side and mouthing a little “I’m tired.” 

In reality you didn’t want him to go, to leave you there alone. But you knew in your state you needed space to breathe, to think, before you allowed yourself to wander to a place unforgivable. 

-

It was five days later that they found Criston’s body, after all that time suspecting him to be the killer. It would be on the news on the days after that they’d be setting a town curfew, afraid there was some serial killer on the loose ready to strike again. 

It was two weeks later when you received a message from some other friends, telling you that they were all throwing a party to remember them both. Best to stick in numbers, your boyfriend had called you and said, that way we’d be safer if there was a serial killer about. 

You didn’t know you had been convinced to come, but after two weeks of being locked in your room, struggling with doing the bare minimum you thought it was time to get out. It also might have been to do with your other problem, the man that was doing everything and anything to make you feel better. But you tried to drown that situation out with a few drinks of beer, until a few turned into too many. 

“Want me to get you another one?” Cregan asked, having you practically sitting on his lap, his hands feeling up the bare skin of your thighs. 

When his finger grazed underneath your skirt a bit, you felt your stomach churn at the thought of another drink. One more and you might end up somewhere you had been fighting not to be for months now. 

“Or we could...” His eyes shifted and your gaze followed it to the stairs. 

“I think I’m going to be sick,” You grimaced, pushing yourself up off of him and almost tripping over in the process. 

“You okay, babe?” He called out for you but you were quick to slap his hand away. 

“I need to go to the toilet,” you said back, walking as fast as you could to the nearest vacant toilet. 

You mumbled apologises on your way there, stumbling over people and trying to keep your balance stable on the wall. When you managed to slip into the toilet, you were quick to try and lock the door behind you. 

Unfortunately a foot got jammed in the way and when you were thrown back by a stronger force, your heart stopped for a minute. 

“Toilet taken,” you snapped, trying to push whoever was trying to get in back out. 

But when a familiar sight of long silver hair caught your eyes, you felt your heart calm down just a tad. 

“I thought you were my boyfriend,” You told him, hand placed against your chest. 

“Hiding from him?” Aemond questioned, locking the door behind him. “I don’t think that’s normal, Y/N.” 

“What would you know about it?” You asked him, slurring your words slightly. 

Aemond shrugged his shoulders, sitting on the edge of the bathtub as his eyes began to watch you. “I don’t think any girl should feel like they should run away from their boyfriend.” 

He was right, he always was. 

You couldn’t deny how good he looked tonight, hair tied up behind his ears in a bun and he was wearing that t-shirt you had bought him for his last birthday. The one that was tight around his figure, lifting up at the edges if he made any move. 

“You're staring,” Aemond stated, tilting his head to the side. 

“You don’t ever stare?” You squinted your eyes at him, taking a few slow steps until you were stood between his legs. “Ever?” 

He chuckled at this, chin lifting up to look at you. “You know I stare.” 

You were sharing a smile, one that had your head spinning in circles with the amount of liquor in your system. 

“Y/N.” It was a warning, one you were so eager to ignore. 

“Don’t.” You shook your head, feeling hurt at him trying to push you away. “I know what I want.” 

Your foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling as one. You weren’t sure who closed the distance, that didn’t matter when his lips wrapped around yours and he was using his hand on the back of your neck to pull you in. All you could think about was the slip of his tongue against yours, the way his other hand held onto your inner thigh to keep you balanced. 

Everything just felt right, until a blood curdling scream from the other room made it seem like it didn’t. 

You stumbled back, breathless as you walked over to the door. 

Aemond was quick to push you behind him, opening the door a tad before looking around the hall. 

No one else seemed to be affected by the scream and when another one came, you realised it was only a horror movie being played on the TV screen. 

“Seriously,” you heard your boyfriend’s voice from beside you. 

He looked pissed, nose flaring as he took the sight of both of you in. 

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere but of course you go crying to him,” Cregan practically shouted, clenching his fist as he took a step closer to Aemond. “I don’t get it. Seeing as he upsets you half the time but you still look to him for comfort.” 

“Cregan, please,” you pleaded with him, not wanting to have an argument in front of so many people. 

But Cregan wasn’t the only one ready for an argument, Aemond grinding his teeth against each other as he stood in front of you. 

“Well seeing as you’ve spent most of the night trying to get her drunk so you can get in her pants, rather than being there for her, yeah I think she’d rather come to me for comfort,” Aemond spat in his face. 

“Like you wouldn’t do the same,” Cregan grinned, chest to chest with your uncle. 

“She’s my fucking niece,” Aemond shoved him back. 

When Cregan looked like he was about to fight back, you stepped in front of Aemond, stopping it from going any further. 

“Let’s go,” you told Aemond, tugging at his hand to take you away from here. 

“I know that,” Cregan piped up again, “But I think you forget that.” 

-

You didn’t remember reaching home that night, probably because along the way you had fallen asleep in Aemond’s car. It was only hours later did you wake up, unsure what exactly woke you apart from the bitter taste and the dryness that was left in your mouth. 

You found yourself stumbling to the bathroom, less inebriated than you were a few hours earlier but still slightly intoxicated. 

All you wanted was a fresh glass of water, and maybe a damp cloth to wash your face. But before you even realised that the bathroom was occupied, you were stepping into the bathroom, only noticing the clouds of steam covering your sight. 

“Hello?” Aemond called out, poking his head around the shower walls. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realise you were in here,” you told him, becoming bashful under his stare. “I just came to get some water. I-” You rubbed at your temples, trying to focus on what you were trying to stay. 

“You startled me, that’s all,” Aemond said, stepping back into the shower. 

“Struggling to sleep again?” You asked, taking a step closer towards him. 

“Something like that.” 

Every fibre in your body was pushing you forward, maybe it was the alcohol still in your system or maybe this was just what you truly wanted. All that you knew was you weren’t going to let this moment slip away. 

You were peeling off your clothes before you could think, throwing them to the side before stepping in. Through the steam you could make out his defined back, muscles tensing at his shoulders as he hunched over against the shower wall. 

“Aemond,” you whispered, hand pressing against his bare shoulder letting him know you were there. 

He turned away, eye widening at the sight of you before him. 

You were scared in that moment, fearful of his rejection as you let the water run over you. 

But Aemond was quick to pull you in, switching your places as he pressed you against the wall. Within moments his mouth was against yours again, full of need as he drank you in. You were so willing to give him everything back, opening your mouth eagerly for his tongue and moaning into his mouth like some pathetic whore. 

You whined when Aemond pulled away, lips moving over the naked skin of your neck as it started to nibble and suck on the skin there. He was making a hungry path, all the way down to your chest until he was feasting on your breasts. 

“Aemond, I’ve never-” You were trying to tell him, only to get choked on the words when his thigh pushed against your mound. 

“I know,” he said with your nipple still in his mouth, flicking his tongue against your sensitive bud. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” 

That’s all you needed to hear, finding yourself already a mess as you began to hump his leg. You could feel his grin against your breasts and you couldn’t help but watch him with parted lips as you tried to fuck yourself against his thigh. 

“So needy for me,” Aemond chuckled, groping at your ass as he lifted himself up from your chest. He leaned away when you tried to take a kiss, shaking his head as he kept his distance. “I want to watch your face when I do this.” 

“Do what?” You asked, hands clasping around his neck. 

All he did was smile at you, his hands doing all the talking as they trailed between your thighs. “This.” You felt his hand cup your cunt, making you sharply inhale at the touch. 

But instead of pushing him away like you had so many times with your own boyfriend, you begged him to continue. “Please.” 

“Anything for my beautiful niece,” he whispered against your lips, slipping a finger into your wet cunt. 

At first it was painful and you winced at the touch but Aemond was gentle, taking his time to stretch your walls out for him. It was soon after one finger turned into two and his palm was making good work of rubbing against your clit. You couldn’t help but moan for him, fluttering your eyes at the feel of him massaging your walls. 

“Fuck,” He breathed, thrusting a bit faster into you. “You’re so pretty when you moan like that.” 

“Really?” You asked him, needing simple reassurance. 

“Yeah,” Aemond answered with no hesitation, eyes watching your every expression. “So fucking pretty.” 

Your hand reached out towards him, sliding down his torso until you reached just above where you wanted to be. 

“You don’t have to.” Aemond was quick to say, stopping you with his free hand. 

“I want to though,” You told him, biting on your bottom lip. “Help me make you feel good.” 

Instead of pushing you away Aemond guided your hand towards him, wrapping it around his hard cock till you had a firm enough grasp that he liked. You didn’t need instruction from there, slowly stroking him up and down. 

Aemond grinded his teeth down, using his free hand to hold himself up against the wall beside you. When you used your other hand, his breathing became erratic joining yours as your fingers ran along over his tip. 

“I don’t think I’ll last long with you touching me,” He told you, groaning when you started to pick up the pace. 

“Good.” 

You felt a surge of confidence run through you at this, only to be taken away when Aemond curled his fingers inside of you. He couldn’t be letting you have all the power, and his smile only grew wider as his thrusts became harder, watching you crumble at the way he was making you feel. 

Your stomach was fluttering at this, eyes rolling back as you both tried to push each other to climax. 

It was you that was first to cum, unable to stop yourself with the way Aemond was ripping moans out of your throat. Your walls spasmed around him as you did, legs trembling as if they were about to collapse from underneath you. 

That must have been enough for Aemond, feeling him spill around your hand as he gasped into your mouth. 

You were both spent after that, unable to part from each other as you let the hot water run along your naked skin. It wasn’t till Aemond was turning off the water that you parted, only for a second for Aemond to find a towel for you both. 

You spent the night together, limbs wrapped around each other as you laid out in his bed. Too tired to speak of what had just happened, finding it too easy to sink into each other’s embrace and pretend this wasn’t really as bad as it was. 

-

Cregan’s death didn’t hit you as hard as it probably should have, what really did was finding out that he was the real murderer after all. It should have brought you peace to know that Cassandra’s murderer had been found. But the gruesome circumstances that it had all came to light, was what you couldn’t get your head around. 

Just to think if you stayed at that party an hour longer, one of those deaths could have been you. 

Six people died that night, people you hadn’t been particularly close to but you had known since you were five. They had all been Cregan’s closest friends and each one of them had suffered in some gruesome way at the mercy of his hands. 

When the police found Cregan, he was still taking out his last victim. They had shot him where he was, hunched over Sandra Clark’s body, unfortunately through the injuries suffered, it was too late for her. The police and the community had just been glad that the killer had been caught, allowing the neighbourhood to finally be at peace with this whole situation. 

It was Aemond that told you. You practically begged him to tell you everything, even when it made him uncomfortable to see your distraught face or pained to hold you to his chest as you broke down for what felt like the hundredth time. But you needed to make peace with it, to finally be able to let it all go. 

After that you and Aemond were inseparable, barely spending any time away from each other. The last month of senior year was hard but Aemond was your guiding light all the way through it and all there was left was a few more months of summer till you both left to go to Volantis together. 

A few more months, you had repeated to yourself as you stared at your empty gaze in the mirror. 

“You’ll be okay,” Aemond reassured you, gently squeezing your shoulder from behind you. 

“Yeah,” You nodded in agreement, turning to face him. “I just wish you could be there.” 

“I know,” Aemond whispered, brushing your noses together before giving you a small peck. 

“But it will probably be good for me to see Cassie’s parents just by myself,” you said, nibbling on the inside of your cheek. 

Aemond pinched your chin, keeping your gaze locked with his. “And I’ll be there to pick you up.” 

“Thank you,” you mouthed before pressing your lips against his again. 

-

Cassie’s parents were doing better than you had imagined. 

Her mother had pulled you to the tightest hug as soon as she saw you, not even noticing the flowers you held in your hand, just happy to see you standing there. 

Her father had also pulled you into an embrace, telling you how happy they both were to see you. 

You stood with them through the whole ceremony, letting her mother clutch onto your hand as she held in any sobs. It was silent streams of tears that flowed over her cheeks, ones that matched yours. 

It was only at the end when you really spoke about the tragedy, alone with her mother and a drink in both of your hands. 

She didn’t seem distraught as before, instead she spoke through a clenched jaw and gritted teeth. 

“They won’t tell us what happened that night,” Cassie’s mother told you, blinking away her tears. “I mean I know that he killed all those poor souls but they won’t go into much more detail than that.” 

“What do you mean?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing with confusion. 

“They’re still trying to keep some of the details hidden. I think the parents have been told but apart from that.” She shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of her glass of wine. 

You didn’t seem to understand, seeing as Aemond had already told you what happened. 

“I guess they tell one person and then everyone knows,” She seemed to chuckle at this but not in a pleasant way. “Just how small towns work I suppose.” 

You were taken aback by a loud beep, looking behind you to find Aemond already parked up to pick you up like he promised. But you weren’t as happy to see him there, a tense feeling sitting at the bottom of your stomach at the sight of him. 

When you stepped into the car, you flinched away from Aemond’s touch, blaming it on you being out of it the whole day. But nothing really changed when you reached the house even as you hoped that gut feeling would go away. 

It didn’t. 

And that’s when you found yourself looking through his things, sliding through drawers and his washing baskets just to find something that would help settle your racing mind. You almost gave up in the end, not finding anything until something slipped out of one of his trouser pockets, falling out into your hand. 

It was a silver chain, with your initials engraved into a heart onto it and you instantly recognised it. The sight of it made your stomach churn and your legs began to move before your mind could truly grasp what you were doing. 

He heard you before he saw you, still cooking away at the stove not needing to turn around. “My mum and dad are out for the night, going to visit Helaena.” 

When you didn’t creep up behind him, to wrap your arms around him like you usually would, he turned to look at you. At first he didn’t notice the chain in your hand, too focused on your glassy eyes as you stared at him. 

“What’s wrong?” He turns the hobs off, pushing the pan to the side so he can move over to you. 

You flinched away when he tried to reach for you, a single tear sliding down your cheek as you said, “Tell me the truth.” 

He shook his head, eyebrows furrowing at confusion until you lifted your hand holding out the chain in front of him. 

“Tell me I’m wrong,” You begged him, tears lodged in your throat making it for you to even breathe. “Tell me that this isn’t what I think it is.” 

Aemond’s eyes narrow at you and his silence tells you everything you need to know. 

“Why?” You sobbed, backing away as he tried to reach out for you again. 

“It’s not what you think,” He promised you, raising his hands up in front of you. 

“The police haven’t gone into detail with anyone about what happened that night.” You were piecing everything together, the puzzle finally making sense in your head. “But you knew every detail. That’s not possible unless-” You didn’t want to say it. “Unless you were there.” 

“Listen to me,” Aemond demanded, stalking you through the hallway. 

“That night I found you in the shower.” You were barely able to look at him, trying to blink through the tears that flooded your eyes. Your stomach was churning at the next realisation that came from your lips. “You drove back there after dropping me here. Then you got back here and you were showering because-” 

You dropped the chain that was in your hand, head swarming with thoughts. You could barely see him through your thick tears, unable to see how close he was getting to you. 

“You killed them, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

Something screamed at you then, your mind finally catching up with you from that single statement. And you found yourself darting towards the stairs, throwing yourself up them to get away from him. 

“Really?” Aemond seemed unimpressed by this, not even bothering to chase after you. Instead he took long slow steps, loud so you could hear him making his way towards you. 

But you thought you were safe when you got to your bedroom, locking the door behind you. 

You stared at the door knob, watching it twist and turn but not open. You were fine, you tried to tell yourself, there wasn’t anyway that he could get in. 

But then the click of the clock sounded and you felt yourself sob harder as Aemond broke in. 

“Angel, you didn’t really think you could shut me out that easily.” 

-

You were uncomfortable, hands tied behind your back as Aemond folded you into position. He had already stripped you of all clothes, ripping them to shreds with his bare hands. 

“I did it for you,” Aemond admitted, peppering kisses all over your back. “All of it was for you.” 

You sobbed harder at his confession, wishing you could drown it out completely. 

His hand was groping at your backside, taking a handful of your ass cheek before slipping between the crease. You hated how gentle he was being, taking his time with you as if he was savouring every single moment. 

Why couldn’t he be like all the other men you heard about? Just taking what they wanted and being done with you. 

“Everything I’ve done in this life has been for you.” 

“Stop,” You screamed, feeling his fingers trail between your folds. “Please, Aemond.” It was a pathetic attempt, you had a better job when you dug your nails into the skin of his face, but even that had failed in the end. 

He ignored the pleas from your lips, taking his time to sink his finger into your slightly damp walls. “You need to relax.” 

As he forced another finger in, you tensed more, hoping that your tight walls would push him out. If that was even possible. 

It was only a matter of time that your walls would accept him and Aemond had all the time in the world. 

“Aemond, please just stop.” You were desperate, struggling to get your words out between harsh breaths. “It hurts.” 

That’s when you felt it, a sharp sting as his hand connected with your ass. He didn’t stop there, bringing it down against both cheeks until you were too busy biting down squeals to speak. 

“I’m done explaining myself to you,” Aemond growled, smoothing a hand over your cheeks. “Just be grateful for what I’ve done for you.” 

His fingers plunged themselves deeper, moving around to make space that wasn’t there until he was able to fit a third finger inside with ease. With each thrust you felt your toes curling harder as you fought off the intense feeling that was surging through your stomach. 

“There we go,” Aemond whispered, slipping his fingers from your hole. 

While you wished this was over, you knew it wasn’t. In a second you were flipped over, back being pressed into the mattress as Aemond hovered over you. It hurt to even look at him and so you closed your eyes, hoping he would disappear. 

“Please stop crying,” Aemond was the one begging now, kissing your wet cheeks as he pushed your damp strands of hair out of your face. “Please I don’t want you to cry anymore.” 

“You’re the one making me cry,” you told him, finally opening your eyes to look up at him. “You’re the one that’s doing this to me.” 

“I love you,” Aemond told you and you knew it was true. 

And in some sick way, you loved him too. 

“Please don’t do this,” it was the last time you would beg for him to stop that night. “Please.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

You weren’t if he meant it, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before wrapping your legs around his waist. 

As much as you wanted to cry harder, you couldn’t. There were no more tears left for you to cry. 

“Why?” You asked him, as he grinded his hips down into yours. 

You didn’t know why you were asking now, with his penis pressing up against you. But this was already a truly awful moment and if there was any way you could make it horrible for him, you would. 

“Why did you do it?” 

“Do you really want to know?” He questioned, jaw ticking at the thought of it. 

“Yes,” You spat. 

His hand grabbed your chin, fingers digging into your cheeks. “This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you.” 

“I don’t think you could hurt me anymore,” you told him through squeezed cheeks. 

“Cregan was simple, he touched something that just didn’t belong to him. I was always going to go for him first but he was so thick that I just knew it would be easier to pin it all on him,” He told you, pressing his tip against your folds. He let go of your chin, using that hand to slide his cock across your cunt, making your breath hitch each time he flicked over your bundle of nerves. “The rest of them that were there that night. Well they just made it more believable, they were just means to an end for me.” 

You knew what was coming and you couldn’t even bear to look at him as he spoke her name. 

He leaned down now, lips pressed against your ear as he said, “Cassie was the one that I originally hated. Always steering you away from me, telling you to go to a different college or hang out with different people.” 

He forced himself into your walls, groaning at how tight you were around him while you were biting on your tongue as you winced, wishing this would already be over now. 

“We both wanted you to ourselves. But I had you first and I wasn’t just going to let her win. She was a bad friend anyway, she was the one that got you to start dating that bastard. The one that was pressuring you to do things you weren’t truly comfortable with. You needed a way out and I found you one.” 

“I hate you,” You screamed, pushing your hips back trying to escape. “I hate you.” 

“You and I both know that’s not true,” Aemond told you, hands grabbing you hips as he pulled you both up. 

He sat up, having you on his lap as he held you up like a his own personal fuck doll. There was nowhere to look as held onto you, keeping you in place as he thrusted himself upwards, holding you tightly to his chest. He was grinning at you and you knew it was all to do with the intimacy of the position knowing you had nowhere else to look if it wasn’t at him. Your head rested against his for basic stability and you swallowed the bile in your throat as he kissed your lips again. 

“We will get back to how things were,” He promised, between strangled grunts, setting a brutal unforgivable pace. “It may take us a while but we will get there.” 

You wanted to tell him no, that it wasn’t true. But with how deep he was pushing himself inside you, had you too busy biting down moans that were threatening to spill from your mouth. 

But after a while you couldn’t hold them back, letting the lewd noises be torn from the back of your throat as your walls clenched around them. You tried to move away as his lips pecked the corner of your mouth, but Aemond wasn’t going to let you go that easy. He twisted his hand in your hair, the sharp pain yanking your head into position to look at him so he could wrap his lips around yours again. 

“I hate-” you mumbled into his lips, only to be cut off when he delivered a nasty thrust, slamming up into your walls. 

“You love me,” He panted into your mouth. 

You tried to hum a no but he was kissing you again, not allowing you to speak against him. He pushed you back onto the bed, keeping you both chest to chest as he used one hand to hold onto your throat. 

“Tell me you love me,” he demanded between a lodged sob. “Say it.” 

When he squeezed your throat, you felt fear for the first time. It had all been sadness at the reality of what he had done and who he was. But never had you believed Aemond would be willing to physically hurt you, not just rape you, but to be violent with you just to get what he wanted. Even through the sex, he had tried to be gentle, to make this as painless for you as possible. 

But with his hand wrapped around your throat, tightening it until you couldn’t breathe, you realised this man was capable of so much more. And he was going to prove that to you. 

“I-” you tried to speak, eyes widening to plead with him as you wheezed for breath. 

Then you felt it, your thighs clamping around him as your cunt gushed around his cock. As much as you hadn’t wanted to cum, it became a relief when it finally hit you, feeling his hand loosening around your throat. 

The next thing you knew was you were gasping for breath, while Aemond was cumming inside of you. His pace became sloppy as he came into your walls, letting out the most feral moan as he collapsed beside you. 

Aemond finally moved after a few minutes, lifting his head to look at you properly. His mouth fell open as his fingers slid against your neck and he was quick to apologise as he realised what he did. 

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to,” He hissed, pulling you towards his chest as he held you. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” 

He was trying to make you feel better, holding you like he had done many times before over the last few months. But this time it didn’t feel like you were the one that was being comforted but instead it was him.

[cameronspecial]

A New Kind Of Normal (Part 5)

Pairing: Dad!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Relapse

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: After a fight with his dad, Rafe makes another mistake that could cost him everything.

Masterlist

Stella spots her dad easily in the crowd of parents and runs toward him. He picks her up, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “How was daycare, little witch?” Rafe asks. She moves in his arms to look at him, “Good. It was my turn to feed the fishy today.” For the past few weeks, Rafe has been picking up Stella at daycare and dropping her off at the diner. It was tiring at first to drive back and forward from the Outer Banks to the mainland every day, so he rented an apartment close to Y/N’s house to make the journey shorter. Ward wasn’t too pleased when Rafe started working remotely, but Sarah talked to Ward about it. “That’s sounds fun. Are you still mad at Sabrina?” he asks while buckling the little girl. She finds his eyes through the rearview mirror, “Yes, she stole my boyfriend.” “That’s okay, you’re too young to be dating anyway. Boys are yucky,” he laughs at the pouty face she gives him.

——

Y/N is refilling the sugar container when Rafe walks through the door. Her surprise is written on her face because Stella is at her grandparents’, so he doesn’t need to drop her off this evening. She sets the sugar down, “Hey, is everything okay?” “Yeah, just didn’t really know what to do with my time since I’m not dropping Stella off. I thought I’d keep you company,” he states, sitting down at the counter. She laughs, “I remember the first time my parents took her for the weekend. I had a lot of time on my hands and I didn’t know what to do, so I rearranged my spice cabinet three times.”

“That sounds fun. How did you arrange them?”

“By country of origin, and then by taste, and then by alphabetical order, which is how I already had it. So I’m glad to be your spice cabinet for this evening.” 

Harvey comes out from the kitchen and sees Rafe at the counter, “Hello, Rafe. I’ll be with you in just a moment.” “It’s okay, Harv. I’m going to the kitchen to get something to drink. I’ll put in his order in. You can head on your break once you serve your table,” she informs, putting the sugar back under the countertop. Patty receives his order and Y/N heads back out to stay with Rafe. “How has your day been?” she asks, sitting on the stool across from him still behind the counter. He looks up from his phone, “It was a little disappointing. Work was the same as ever and I didn’t get to see my little witch. Seeing you is the best part of my day. How about you?” Her heart flutters and she uses a cough as an excuse to hide the sparkly in her eye. “I like seeing you too,” she says, focusing on the countertop. He gives a little chuckle, “I was asking more about your day, but it’s good to know you appreciate my company.” 

He knows she turned him down for a date and it hurt at the time, but Rafe hasn’t given up hope. She said that she liked him and timing was the only issue. He just has to show her he can stay sober and be in a relationship with her. Her eyes shy away, “Now, I feel stupid. My day was not bad. Business is better than usual, which means more money for me.” “Don’t feel stupid, Buttercup. It’s a simple mistake. I’m glad that business is going well,” he comforts. 

The two engage in smile talk until Patty comes out to give Rafe his food. “Patty,  I could’ve brought out his food,” Y/N protests, moving out of the way so Patty can slide the plate directly in front of him. Patty gives him a warm smile, “I know, but I just love seeing this handsome face.” “Aww, Patty. I love seeing you too. If only I was a few years older,” he plays along. She shakes her head, “If only. I would never dream of taking you for Y/N/N though.” “Patty, he isn’t mine. He is free to do whatever he wants,” Y/N interjects, disappointing Rafe. He turns his attention to Y/N, “There isn’t anyone else that I want other than Stella.” She looks at him with shock, understanding the hidden meaning behind the look in his eyes. “Stella is one lucky daughter,” she states while breaking their eye contact. Harvey calls Y/N over to ask her a question and this ends their conversation. “You love her,” Patty remarks. Rafe nods his head, “I do, but she doesn’t love me.” “Just you wait. She’ll come around. You’re already on the right track. Stella is definitely the way to her heart,” Patty returns to the kitchen. 

——

With Stella away, Y/N decides to give Patty and Harvey the rest of the night off and she would close up shop for the day. What she didn’t anticipate was Rafe staying with her until she closed. He spent eight hours with her at the counter. About three hours in, he commandeered her laptop to keep himself busy as she took care of the customers. He would tell her random facts to catch her attention and tell her a joke to hear her melodic laugh. He would steal glances at her every so often. Unbeknownst to him, she would steal some right back. She told him multiple times that he didn’t need to stay, but he insisted he needed her company to fill the hole of Stella being gone. The last customer leaves the diner and Y/N locks up behind him.

She turns toward Rafe, who still hasn’t left, “Do you want something to eat? You have been here for eight hours.” “I could go for some fries, but only if you eat something too. You haven’t eaten since I got here,” he points out. Right on time, her stomach growls in a long low tone. She didn’t realize she skipped dinner and felt butterflies at the fact that Rafe was keeping an eye on her. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” 

Around fifteen minutes later, she returns with a place full of fries and a burger. She rounds the counter to sit beside Rafe and puts the plate between the two of them. “Do you want to watch a movie?” she questions, pulling her laptop to her to open Disney +.  His hand finds a fry, “Sure.” He lets her pick Ratatouille since it feels like fitting with them being in a restaurant and all. Y/N inspects the fries on the plate and before she can take the fry she decides on, Rafe mindlessly grabs the one she wants. The fry is near his mouth, but she grabs it out of his hand and shoves it in her mouth. “Hey! I was going to eat that, Buttercup,” he complains. She shrugs her shoulders, “I like the crunchy ones, Button. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t let you have this crunchy goodness.” 

“That’s awfully selfish of you. How are you going to make it up to me?”

The pair had unknowingly gotten closer to each other. Their faces are only about three inches away from each other. His breath finds her lips and it takes everything in him not to bring them to his. She stares into his eyes, trying to figure out what he wants her to say. “Well… I don’t have much, but how about I let Stella sleep over at your place next weekend? Does that make you feel better?” she genuinely offers. Upon seeing she is serious, his face turns to joy, “I would love to have her sleepover. I have to get the spare bedroom ready. Maybe get her a few toys and some-.” “Woah, slow down there, Button. She is only there for a night. You don’t need to do too much for her,” Y/N stops his tangent. 

“I know. I just want her to enjoy her weekend with me so she’ll want to come back. So I can prove that I am a good father.” 

“Rafe, no matter what you do, she will want to be with you. You are her father and that’s all she needs.” 

Her right hand finds the side of his face and she plays with the bottom of his earlobe. He leans into her touch, letting himself be comforted after he is a little vulnerable with her. Her eyes flicker down to his watch and she notices the time. “Damn, it’s late. I should probably start walking back home,” she worries, scrambling off the stool and cleaning up their late-night snack. He looks at his watch, “You are walking home? What happened to your car?” “Joshua asked to borrow it and since Stella is not with me, I said it was fine,” she notes as a matter of fact. He helps her clean up and takes out his car key, “I see. I’ll drive you home then.” “Rafe, you don’t have to. You know it isn’t that far for me to walk,” she tries to refuse. He shakes his head, “Y/N, I’m not letting the mother of my child walk alone close to midnight. So, don’t worry about it and let me drive you.” She stops arguing and gets to work quickly cleaning up.

Once she closes the diner, they walk side by side to his car. He notices the goosebumps running up her arm and shrugs off his grey North Face jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders. She whispers a thank you. They get into the car and make their way to her house. He walks her to the door with his fingertips itching to touch hers. At the door, they turn to each other, looking into each other’s eyes. He takes a tentative step forward and she doesn’t move back. He is about to take a chance and lean in for a kiss when the door flings open to reveal Benedict.   

“Finally, you’re back. You sure took your sweet time with closing. Hey, Rafe. Y/N, do you have any mayo? I feel like eating just straight-up mayo,” Benny interrupts, walking away from the door to the kitchen. She pulls away from Rafe and follows her brother inside, devastating Rafe. He slowly enters the house after a few seconds to see the siblings bickering about Benny eating only mayo. The domestic sight makes him feel left out, so he bids goodbye to the pair. He is almost to the door when Y/N catches up to him. “Button, wait,” she calls out, gently grabbing his arm above his elbow. “I wanted to say thank you for keeping me company tonight. And for taking me home. I know you didn’t have to stay and that part of the reason you did is because of me. So thank you.” He looks back at her with a soft smile, “No problem. I have to protect the woman I lo- I have to protect the woman who gave birth to my baby girl.” She caught what he was about to say, nails finding their way between her teeth. “Right, well… goodnight,” she mutters, stepping back into her house. He moves back towards the sidewalk, “Goodnight.” Y/N waits for Rafe to be out of sight before closing the door.

——

Rafe opens the door to his apartment to find Ward Cameron waiting with an annoyed look on his face. “What do you want?” Rafe grumbles, leaving the door open and walking away from it. Ward enters the room, “You can’t keep living here. You need to come back to the Outer Banks.” “No, I don’t. I’ve been keeping up with my work and going back when we had a meeting. So I don’t see a problem,” Rafe argues, going to the kitchen to pour himself some water. 

“When are you going to realize that you are just playing pretend? That you are eventually going to get tired of playing family. It’s better you realized that sooner rather than later.”

“You have no idea what you are talking about. I’m not going to leave my family. You always say that family comes first and that’s what I’m doing.”

“Listen, Rafe. I know you and the only thing that you can stay committed to is coke and the family business. So stop kidding yourself.”

Rafe shakes his head in frustration, “Well, I’ve changed. I want to give my daughter the support you never gave to me but you gave to Sarah.” “When you realize this is all a mistake, don’t come crying to me to fix this problem. I already told you to sign a paper saying you’d only give child support,” Ward warns, heading back out the door. Rafe yells in frustration, throwing a water bottle at the wall. He doesn’t understand the point of his father coming over just to tell him he is going to end up abandoning his family. It drives Rafe crazy that Ward thinks he knows everything about his son when Ward barely takes the time to talk to him. His feelings for his dad come cropping up and he needs something to relieve the stress. 

A knock on the door causes him to stop his tantrum. Shit, he forgot he is supposed to have Stella over for tonight. A second knock comes when he is splashing water on his face to calm down. At the third knock, he opens the door to see an excited Stella and a nervous Y/N. His daughter walks into the apartment as if she lives there while Y/N notices Rafe’s emotion. “Are you okay? She can sleep over next weekend if this is a bad time,” Y/N says. He doesn’t want to talk about it, “I’m fine. She can stay. I could use her company.” She isn’t sure if what he says is the entire truth, but she trusts him to know what he needs and if he needs his daughter, she won’t stop him. “Okay, well call me if you need anything. I’ll be at home all night,” she informs, heading inside to give Stella a kiss before she leaves. Rafe sighs once the door is locked, turning toward his daughter with a fake smile. “What do you want to do, little witch?” She gives him a massive grin and pulls something out from her bag, “Can I practice my face painting on you, Daddy? I can make you into a monster.” “Doesn’t that sound like a great idea? I would love to be your model.”

——

The evening he gets to spend with his daughter is the best he’s ever gotten to spend. They went on a Target run and got a variety of stuff. Toys. Clothes. Food. Board Games. Accessories. Anything she wanted found its way into their cart. He didn’t care about the looks he got for wearing skeleton makeup that Stella put on his face. It may be June, but it is never too early to celebrate the spooky season. They got back home after the shopping spree to make all the food and play all the board games they bought. He had just put her to bed when the bad thoughts started to creep back in. The doubts he is feeling about being a father start to seep through. So far, everything has been great. They always have so much fun. But what happens when the real struggles of parenting start to begin? When Stella won’t simply go to bed because he told her so. When she starts to resist his authority because the newest of having a dad is over. 

His hands are going crazy with fidgeting with his watch. The leg bouncing up and down is the only thing emitting a sound throughout the living room. He goes to call Diana and is sent to voicemail. He wants to call Y/N but thinks twice about it because he doesn’t want to worry her. He knows he shouldn’t but he needs to stop the voices in his head. The DVD case in the TV centre is calling to him. His feet lead him closer to what he shouldn’t be close to. He gets out the case and opens it up to find the little bag of powder. Before this day, he forgot he had stashed it there and that is why he hasn’t got rid of it yet. It’s okay if he has a little bit though, just a little. Maybe if he knows he should control himself, then it will be better than using more. He just needs a little something to stop his brain. 

He forms one line. One line should be enough. The relief he feels, once he snorts the line, begs him to do another. One more couldn’t hurt. He doesn’t realize he has gone through the whole bag until he can’t make any more lines. The energy he feels gets him up and moving. He cleans up the mess they made while cooking and organizes the board games they played. After a while he starts to crash, so he lies down on the couch to try and get some sleep but the coke isn’t letting him. He stares at the ceiling for hours until eventually, the mindlessness of sleep overcomes him, forgetting to clean up the evidence of what he did. 

——

Y/N taps the door as lightly as possible to hopefully not wake up Stella. She wants to help Rafe get breakfast ready for the little girl. The knock goes unanswered, so the next one that comes is a little harder. Rafe opens the door with a confused look that turns to panic when he sees who it is. “Hey, Button. Sorry to wake you up so early. But I thought I could help you make Stells some breakfast. I hope you have some eggs because I was thinking about making some eggs benedict,” she explains, heading toward the kitchen to place down the tote with the food she brought. Rafe scrambles to block her view of his coffee table, “Uh, yeah. The eggs are in the fridge.” He was too late. Her eyes are already narrowed at something in the living room and he knows she saw his last night late activities. 

She heads toward the table to make sure she is actually seeing what she thinks she is seeing. “You relapsed,” she mutters to herself in a calm and worrying tone. Rafe runs to her side, gently turning her to look at him, “Buttercup, I know I did. But I promised it wasn’t that much. I just needed something to stop my thoughts.” Her head starts to shake violently as she yanks her hand out of his hold and walks back slowly toward Stella’s room. The anger she feels is now showing, “If it wasn’t that much, then how come the bag is empty, Rafe? How much was in that bag? HOW MUCH COCAINE DID YOU DO WHILE MY DAUGHTER WAS UNDER YOUR CARE?” The blow comes in twofold. The first, she didn’t call him the playful nickname she always does. The second, she called Stella her daughter instead of theirs. 

“I know I screwed up, Buttercup. But I promise, she wasn’t awake.” 

“You don’t get to call me that right now. I don’t care if she is awake or not. I’m upset at the fact that you did drugs while she was in the house. That she could’ve woken up while you were sleeping and had access to the mess you left. Or worse, you died on the couch because you overdosed. ” 

“Of course, you are allowed to be upset. But it was a mistake. I’m sorry. It will never happen again. Y/N, please.”

“I can’t Rafe. I know that relapsing is sometimes a part of the journey to sobriety and I can forgive that. I can’t forgive putting Stella at risk.”

Y/N walks away in the direction of Stella’s room. All he can do is wait there as he hears the door open. “Stella. Baby, wake up. It’s time to go,” Y/N murmurs, kneeling beside the bed and running her fingers through Stella’s hair. The girl gently stirs, “Why, Mommy? I haven’t had breakfast yet.” “Because, Baby, Daddy needs to go somewhere so we have to go. We can make breakfast at home,” the mother explains, helping her daughter put of the bed. She knows Stella wants to debate more, but isn’t allowed to because Y/N is packing Stella’s stuff as fast as she can. 

Rafe is still standing there when Y/N comes back out with Stella in one arm and the little girl’s bag over the other shoulder. This makes him rush toward her, “Y/N, please. Don’t go. Please.” She ignores him and walks out the door, leaving the food she brought. He can hear Stella demanding to say bye to her Daddy and it rips his heart out as he hears Y/N firmly say no. He slams the door shut, screaming into the oblivion of his pain. 

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[jakexneytiri]

Hi, I can request dad! neteyam x reader, where we kiss children very much and for a long time (as we do our pets, cats are cool) hehe

hii!! yes you cannn 🥰

i want to preface this by explaining what pillow kisses are:

pillow kisses are when the parent sits beside their child, grabs both sides of the pillow that their head is resting on, and lifts it up enough so they can kiss the child’s forehead, then gently places them back down. it is a repeated motion, for as many letters as there are in the child’s name, or how many years old they are, the parent can choose.

pillow kisses

⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰

“txonuk! nima! come. time to get out of the water.” neteyam states, standing at the edge of the water with you, se’ayl, and tsantu.

neither of them move, still treading in the shoulder-deep water, giggling to themselves.

“we’re going make a quick stop to visit grandma and grandpa!” you say, trying to convince them to get out of the creek. jake and neytiri’s marui was on the way for you, and the children never missed an opportunity to see their grandparents.

nima gasps, but remains in the water, smiling to herself.

txonuk remains unphased, apart from treading in place.

“don’t make me come get you two.” neteyam says, in a slightly threatening tone.

keeping her lips just below the water, nima giggles, her laughter bubbling to the surface.

txonuk dares to even tread backwards, floating along the surface.

“very well.” neteyam wades into the water, disappearing below the surface.

nima squeals, frantically splashing now, looking around for her father in the water.

suddenly, txonuk screams, as neteyam resurfaces, grabbing and throwing him over his shoulder.

nima screams too, trying to swim away to the edge of the water, but neteyam scoops her up in his arms, walking both of them out of the water on his shoulders.

“daddy, downnn!” nima giggles, her laughter infectious.

“you had your chance, my mischievous children.” neteyam uses the hand supporting each child to begin tickling them, causing them both to erupt in a fit of laughter, squirming in your mates’ arms.

you take se’ayl and tsantu’s hands, as you walk the short distance to jake and neytiri’s marui.

swinging your childrens’ hands in yours, you approach the outside of your in-laws' humble abode.

“grandma!!” se’ayl shouts, letting go of your hand, running to her grandmother’s side.

neytiri turns, smiling as she crouches down to hold her arms out. “my sweet grandchildren, what a nice surprise.” she says warmly, kissing the top of se’ayl and tsantu’s heads, wrapping her arms around them.

“we went swimming at the creek!” tsantu says, happily.

neteyam sets both nima and txonuk down, who run to hug jake’s legs.

“the creek, huh?” jake asks, tousling txonuk’s hair and picking up nima.

“gwampa!!” nima squeals, wrapping her tiny arms around jake’s neck.

he chuckles, running his palm up and down her small back. “hi babygirl. look atcha, you’re gettin so big! ” he lightly tosses her in the air, which she loves.

“again, again!!” nima squeals, clapping her hands together.

“dad? momma?” txonuk questions, grabbing each of your hands, swinging them back and forth.

“yes, my son?” you both answer in sync.

“can we spend tomorrow with grandma and grandpa?” he asks, before yawning, rubbing a small fist against his eye.

you and your mate exchange a glance, before neteyam answers.

“i’m not sure, txonuk. grandma and grandpa are very busy, i-”

“of course they can.” neytiri cuts her son off, smiling at her grandchildren.

tsantu yawns, leaning his forehead against your leg. “mama, i’m sleepy.”

“this one’s gonna be out like a light any second.” jake chuckles, gently rubbing nima’s back, who’s eyes are struggling to stay open.

“we’d better get them home for a good nights sleep, then.” you smile and pick up tsantu gently, caressing the back of his head. you didn’t care that he was fully capable of walking himself, he was still your first born, and your baby.

neteyam takes nima from jake, gently removing her arms from around his neck.

kissing your in laws goodbye, you and neteyam lead your children home for the night.

entering your own marui, your children pile in, plopping on the mat where you all sleep, exhausted.

“mamaaa?” se’ayl yawns, grabbing her pillow.

“yes, my little love?” you say, kneeling to lay tsantu down.

“can you do pillow kisses tonight, please?”

you smile down at your daughter, tucking baby hairs behind her ear. “of course i can.”

“me tooo! i want kisses too!!” txonuk says, grabbing his own pillow.

neteyam settles beside you, his tail tickling your lower back. grabbing both sides of txonuk’s pillow, he raises his son’s forehead to his lips.

“t *kiss* x *kiss* o *kiss* n *kiss* u *kiss* k.” *kiss*

txonuk giggles the entire time, and neteyam joins, finding his son’s laughter contagious.

“goodnight, my little warrior. i love you.”

“night, dad. love you” txonuk yawns, closing his eyes.

you raise se’ayl’s pillow up, gently pressing your lips to her forehead.

“s *kiss* e *kiss* a *kiss* y *kiss* l.” *kiss*

se’ayl smiles, resting her hand on your cheek as she yawns, saying

“goodnight, mama. thank you for the pillow kisses.”

“goodnight, my little flower. i love you”

“love you.” she mumbles, half asleep.

moving to sit beside tsantu, you repeat the process.

“t *kiss* s *kiss* a *kiss* n *kiss* t *kiss* u.” *kiss*

tsantu raises his hands to your face then, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“goodnight, mama. i love you.”

“goodnight, my little warrior. i love you more.”

neteyam gently raises nima’s pillow up, as she’s already asleep, quietly whispering

“n *kiss* i *kiss* m *kiss* a.” *kiss*

and gently sets her back down, rubbing his thumb against her cheek.

“goodnight my little flower, i love you. sweet dreams.”

finally, settling in for the night, you lay down next to your mate, trailing your fingers down his chest to his hip bone, and back up.

you lean over then, placing a plump kiss to his lips. he reaches up, cupping your cheek as he quickly deepens the kiss. before it grows to anything too intense, he pulls away, smirking before whispering “i can’t wait to have you all to myself tomorrow.”

“mmmmm. g’night. i love you.” you mumble against his chest, as the sound of his heartbeat slowly lulls you to sleep.

“goodnight, my love. i love you more.” he wraps his arms around you, before drifting off to sleep himself.

[snowviolettwhite]

I just need to rant about the antisemitism in leftist spaces and the erasure and re-writing of Jewish history and heredity from people who claimed to be for marginalized and oppressed people. Because I have no where to let it out. I feel betrayed by the leftists and libels, like I can no longer trust them or feel safe around them, they claimed to care about me and Jewish people but they lied and are out for violence.

You can be for a free Palestinian without antisemitism. Some people are being disgusting with their hatred for Jewish people and wanting the annihilation of the only Jewish state. You can be against corrupt governments but innocent people shouldn't suffer.

People are using what is happening as an excuse to be vocal about their antisemitism. What is more upsetting is the fact the people who consider themselves goodhearted and for the oppressed being disgusting to Jewish people and refusing to see them as human than the right wing conservatives. Because at least I know they are dangerous and they are not hiding behind fancy words and trying to erase and rewrite Jewish history and identity.

The only reason Jewish people are considered "white" is because for thousands and thousands of years the been forced to leave their homes, forced to convert, be raped or be murdered. Another reason is to erase the historical oppression which has been going on for over three thousand years.

Jewish people have not even been considered white for hundred years and depending on where you live in the world Jewish people are still not considered white. In their legal documents it was literally listed that they were Jewish, not Russian. My parents are not even old, they are only in their early 50s. My family is from Soviet Russia and immigrated to the USA in the 1990s. My parents were not considered white in Russia, they would sometimes experience hate crimes and bullying because of their Jewishness multiple times a day. One of the reasons my parents moved to the United States was because it was one of the safest places for Jewish people. After the collapse of the soviet union the violence and antisemitism was a lot worse.

Your blatant antisemitism in the free Palestinian movement is scaring Jewish people away from it and the from left. Fyi, after Black Americans, Jewish Americas are the largest group to vote democrat and be involve in activism according to statistics and history. People are not calling Black American people or Native American people white or mixed even though Christian Europeans did similar things to those groups as well.

Frankly, I personally feel conflicted when I have to check white in a box because it means European descent, my family has no European ancestry. It is most Middle Eastern, West Asian and North African.

Also, we can talk about how Christian Europeans stole the term Caucasian. The actually Caucasus region is in West Asia and Eastern Europe.

Also I want to state Judaism in a ethnoreligion. People who convert to a different religion can still experience antisemitism. People who have Jewish ancestry but raised as a different religion can still experience antisemitism. Non practicing Jewish people can still experience antisemitism. You can change religion but you can not can your ethic background and your family history.

More than one group of people can be indigenous to a certain place.

Jewish people can not talk about just being Jewish without antisemitic comments, recently saw someone claim an anti-Jewish protest was actually a pro-Palestinian protest despite the the leader of the event literal said it was an anti-Jew protest. A pro Palestinian group wanted to hold a protest at the Holocaust Museum and the antisemitism has been on the rise for years.

My grandparent are Holocaust survivors my grandpa was almost killed by a Nazi in his hometown twice, my grandma almost died from the same thing the killed Anne Frank, I had family that was buried alive.

It has not even been hundred years since the holocaust happened, so stop claiming their is such a thing as Jewish privilege. Jewish people are still being murdered and bombed and all these terrible things for being Jewish.

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     Information was always easy for Felix to find. Everything was on the internet. Everything was put into databases. Police files, card info, medical information, everything. It was such easy access.

     From day one, Felix was already looking into Y/n, even before Minho asked him. He knew they didn’t find anything at her old apartment. So to the internet, he went. Checking her social media first. The fabricated life people selectively chose to put out. 

     Most photos were with friends. Trips, clubs, drinks, anything. Normal twenty-something-year-old behavior. Moving on to her friend’s profiles, it was the same story. Looking into them first.

     Seana was clean essentially. She had no issues with the law and worked a good job to keep herself afloat. Posted about her friends just like Y/n. Nothing was an issue with her. Karina had a bit of a record; driving under the influence, hit and runs, possession of illegal drugs. She had a job but more of a part-time thing. Nothing that really helped support the lifestyle she wanted to portray online.

     Looking into the family was next. From what he gathered and found out from reports, her dad hadn’t been in her life since she was young and was in jail on the other side of the country. There were no records of calls to anyone since his incarceration. Pretty content with rotting away in the system. Multiple times considering he had a bit of a history of being released and getting back in months later. 

     Her mom had passed away a few years ago. Coroners report stating a mix of drugs and alcohol. Grandparents having passed away or lived elsewhere in the country. Y/n essentially had no family from what Felix could tell. He felt a little bad for her, being on your own like that could hurt.

     Checking through medical records were next on the list. The first thing he noticed was notes from therapy sessions. Becoming very interested, he made his own copy of the notes and saved it onto his computer before he heard the elevator ding.

     “Felix?” He heard Y/n’s voice call.

     “Yeah?” He called back as he minimized the windows and pulled up some other things he had been looking into for Chan.

     Y/n walked into his little home office as he turned around in his chair. Sitting in his loungewear— a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt— as she made her way over to him.

     “What’s up, princess?” Felix asked as she made her way over to him.

     “Just a bit bored, figured I come bug you,” Y/n said as he pulled her onto his lap.

     “Keep me company while I work then, yeah?”

     “Can do,” Y/n smiled as he spun the chair around back to his screens.

     Y/n wrapped her arms around him and listened to his keyboard taps and mouse clicks. It was soothing to listen to honestly. Lulling her back into sleep on top of the blonde’s lap. 

     Felix noticed her asleep a few minutes later, gently rubbing her back before pulling her medical files out again. Reading through it, a few things jumped out at him. Trust issues, compulsively lying, unwilling to work through trauma.

     Felix emailed the notes he thought were most important to Chan but kept reading. 

     “Client has mentioned early life with mother but not much. Briefly mentioned biological mother being under the influence often and redirecting anger onto the client.”

     “Client laughs when explaining a core event in her life.”

     “Clients says alcohol intake has gone down; was previously using to cope.”

     Felix kept reading. He could make guesses now why she chose to stay with them. Given her family history, maybe some lack of attention growing up caused her to seek it from anywhere in her adult life. Now, she had eight men ready to do that at any time of the day. 

     Being a liar could be useful to them. But it made him wonder; only one friend had been caught by law enforcement and charged. The other one was clean from head to toe. Y/n seemingly had a history of issues— using to cope could mean getting into some trouble. But nothing. 

     But she seemed so unphased by the eight being gangsters. Maybe she’d never been caught? Maybe she was clean? It was a little difficult to tell. 

     Felix reclined back into his chair and wrapped his arms around Y/n. He gently rubbed her back as he took in the information. He knew Chan had a plan from the beginning of this arrangement, but he also had a feeling this information was going to give him a bit more of an idea to use her.

     Felix chuckled a bit to himself as he went back to some other tasks. “Lix,” Y/n mumbled

     “Yes, princess?” He asked looking down at her. Her eyes still closed but little moans came out of her as she subtly grinded on him.

     “Silly girl,” Felix said as he moved his hands down to her ass and pulled her closer, kissing the side of her head, “Y/n.” He said

     “Mhm?” She asked, moving her head to hide in his chest.

     “Having a fun little dream?” Felix teased

     “Yes.”

     “Want some help?”

     “Please.”

     Y/n was happy she was just wearing panties and one of the boy’s t-shirts. Made it easier for him to move his sweatpants and boxers down and push her panties to the side. Lining his tip up with her entrance and slowly sank her down onto him. Y/n moaned as her walls stretched for him till he was fully inside of her.

     “Feel so good,” Y/n muttered into his chest.

     “Yeah? Think you just like having a cock in you princess,” Felix got back to work. Y/n held onto him tightly as she slowly started to grind herself against him.

     “Gonna use me to make yourself cum?” Felix asked, his baritone voice going straight to her core.

     “Please lix,” Y/n whined

     “Go ahead, princess. Just know I get to use you to cum later.”

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[writer-in-theory]

inspired by a conversation i had with @serenity-lattes over a fic i'm writing

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"Hey, Steve, why didn't you tell us you had a brother?"

There were a lot of things that Steve still didn't know about his family. He didn't know his great-grandparents moved to the United States from Italy until he had to do an ancestry project his senior year, and he'd just learned last week that there were others on his mother's side with hearing loss like him. Still, Steve knew that despite all the secrecy, there was no way he had a secret brother.

"I don't have a brother," Steve told Robin as much, coming back into the living room to see Robin and Eddie huddled over something. "What makes you think that?"

"Harrington, I think dear ol' dad's lying to you," Eddie teased, handing over the paper they were staring at.

Birth Certificate

This is to certify that Robert Steven Harrington Jr weighing 8 lbs. 13 oz. was born on the 13th day of December to Robert and Theresa Harrington in the year of 1967.

"How the hell did you find my birth certificate?" Steve balked, watching his best friend and boyfriend stare at him like he had two heads.

"Your birth certificate?" Robin repeated, eyes drifting back down to stare at the paper in his hands.

"Who else's would it be? Am I missing something?" It wasn't too uncommon for Steve to miss the joke, especially with people as quick-witted as Robin and Eddie. Still, this one seemed particularly confusing to even the others, with all three of them staring at each other in complete cluelessness.

"No, no, no," Eddie spoke up then, snatching the certificate out of Steve's hands and holding it up to the light like that might make reading it easier. "There is no way I'm dating a Robert."

Wait...

"You thought my legal name was Steve?"

Was that all this was? Steve didn't fully understand the big deal, especially since he'd never once gone by his legal first name. Even as a kid his parents were calling him Steven, eventually caving and calling him Steve as he wished by the time he entered middle school. He thought everyone had known by now, what with Tommy choosing to call him 'Robert' whenever he was upset with Steve.

"Why would I think anything else? Steven Harrington, how could you not tell me!" Robin shouted, playfully hitting his shoulder when all he did was laugh.

"Robert Harrington," Eddie corrected, immediately pulling a groan from his boyfriend.

"Uh uh, you're not calling me that," Steve decided, taking the certificate back and tucking it away in the drawer where they'd found it. Tomorrow he'd have to dig through the house and hide anything else he didn't want them to see, including any pictures his mother might have left lying around.

"How about Junior?" Robin tried, bursting into laughter at Eddie's responsive cackle. "I mean, who knew someone would go by a nickname of their middle name?

"Are you two done yet?" Steve groaned, tipping his head back to look at the ceiling.

"Aw, c'mon, Robbie, you love us." That was Eddie judging by the arm quickly slung over Steve's shoulders and the kiss planted firmly on his cheek. "I just can't believe you didn't tell us that Stevie isn't your name."

"Stevie has never been my name," Steve laughed, stepping away from Eddie's hug and laughing when the man's arms reached out to hold onto him tighter. "I'll take it over Robert."

"I knew you loved it, baby," Eddie teased, laughing at Steve's expression.

Then Steve grinned, turning to face Eddie so he could lean in close. Right as Eddie licked his lips in anticipation of a kiss, Steve patted his cheek and said, "Baby, you didn't even know my name."

He and Robin laughed until they could hardly breathe, but Eddie was the one laughing when he had the entire Party calling Steve "Rob" the next morning.

[neonghostlights]

Fuckboy!Werewolf!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Death of family members and parents (readers whole family is dead), Reader wears a nightgown, cussing, I think that might be it. 18+ only for all of my writing. Minors DNI.

Wordcount: 5k

Previous Chapter

You had made it two weeks without running into Eddie Munson again. 

And you used the term “running into” very loosely because it wasn’t like you stumbled into him, he just happened to randomly show up at your job. 

The last time you saw him was when you had had that very awkward chat in the bookshelves and you didn’t really want a repeat of that. You hoped that he had taken the hint and was going to leave you alone for now. 

You were off today. For once. And you really weren’t sure what to do with yourself. 

You hadn’t planned to do anything today, especially not sitting around and thinking about Eddie Munson. 

You had gotten the house clean and everything put away. All of your aunts' things that you weren’t holding onto had been either donated or put into storage for another time. 

You currently stood on your little porch, a hot cup of coffee in hand. The mug you held was obviously well used based on the small cracks in the ceramic and the worn down paint from where it had been used regularly. It was one of the few things you kept of your aunts and it made you feel like a fraud. You didn’t even know her and you were putting your mouth in the same spot she did when she had her morning coffee. 

Your eyes narrowed as you stared over your not-so-freshly-mowed-anymore yard. The whole situation unnerved you but you had the thought that maybe someone in town had stopped by and decided to mow it for you. Maybe it was a neighborly welcome present. Or maybe a lawn care crew had gotten the wrong address and it was a blessing sent from above that your overly paranoid mind couldn’t just let go of.  

You tried to ignore the fact that you didn’t have any neighbors and that you lived far enough away from the town for it to be weird if someone decided to randomly stop by. But it was weird enough to bug you.

And it was a lot of yard to mow too. You had quite a bit of land between the front and the backyards  plus all of the land that followed the drive leading up to the road. 

It really didn’t make sense. 

It felt like you were a few chapters into a mystery novel. Whether you were the victim or the detective was still to be discovered. 

You sipped your coffee suspiciously, your bathrobe pulled tight to hide the nightgown you thought made yourself more sophisticated. It didn’t. You just looked like a grandma but you still liked it anyway. 

Mornings like these reminded you of the days you would sit out on the porch with your grandparents while they enjoyed their morning cigarettes. Although you still weren’t smoking, it was a nice reminder either way. 

You gathered your cup, ready to head inside when you thought you heard a rustling at the side of the trailer. You leaned over the railing, keeping in mind the way it wiggled against your weight like it would give out at any minute. It was probably so old and rotted that any more pressure on it would cause that whole side of the porch railing to fall off completely. 

You had come to learn since you moved in here that there were a lot of things that your aunt hadn’t taken care of while she lived here. You didn’t want to assume that she was lazy by any means. You weren’t really sure of her mental or physical state and it may have been hard for her to keep up with. 

You knew she was young when she left your grandparents house at just freshly nineteen years old. You didn’t know all of the details but you had been trying to jog your memories to try to remember any passing mentions of her from growing up. 

From what you could tell her departure was sudden and it ripped a hole in your grandparents hearts. She never came back to visit but she did send letters every once in a while that you never managed to get your hands on. After their deaths, you tried to find them but you assumed they were tossed out or lost somewhere as your grandparents aged. 

Sometimes it felt like you were cursed since you had lost all of your family so young. All of the people who helped raise you had all departed the earth as soon as you hit adulthood. You wished your aunt was still around and that you knew where to find her sooner. Maybe it would have been nice to build a relationship with someone. You didn’t have many friends back in your hometown, no one to put up a fight or worry about you when you packed up and left. 

Maybe it would be nice to actually have a family. 

The little bell dinged over the doors as you stepped inside the small general store. 

You weren’t here for many things, mainly just to check out their selection of tools and such to help with fixing your porch railing, the hole in the living room wall, and the leaky bathroom sink. Those were just the things you could list off the top of your head today. You were sure there were more underlying issues that you would discover before the end of this week. 

It was like the newness of the trailer had worn off for you and with your aunt's things out it was blatantly obvious that you had bit off a lot more than you could chew. 

It was later in the day than you would like to have made it out to town. You had gotten a little sidetracked earlier and one chapter of the new book you picked up earlier that week turned into six. 

“Welcome! If you need help finding anything then let me know!” A short woman with dark hair called out from behind some cans that she was strategically trying to stack into a pyramid. 

She dropped one while she was waving her hand at you and it hit the tiled floor with a smack before rolling to your feet. You crouched down to pick it up and walked it over to her with a sympathetic smile. 

She took it from you, with a thank you before wincing at the dented side. She put the can in the middle of the soup pyramid, surrounded by other cans to hide the dent. 

“I was actually looking for some stuff. I was wondering if you could tell me if you have some hammers, nails or just normal stuff to fix up a crappy trailer?” You inquired with a shrug, holding the crumpled notebook paper with your shopping list sloppily jotted down on it. 

“Well,” the lady started in an apologetic voice. “I’m afraid we don’t have much of any of that here anymore since the hardware store got a well deserved upgrade a few streets over. My son actually works there and he should be able to help you. It’s tucked next to a bakery and a park so it shouldn’t be too hard to miss if you’re looking for it.” 

“Thank you, Joyce,” you said with a smile as you read her name tag quickly. 

“You’re welcome. I actually haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new in town?” She asked as she stacked another can. 

You nodded quickly and told her your name. “I actually took over my aunt's place right on the outskirts of town after she passed. I’ve been here for maybe a month and a half.” 

Joyce’s expression changed some into something like surprise then to an understanding nod that all mothers seem to possess. 

When she didn’t say anymore you cleared your throat and started to back away. Maybe she knew your aunt and didn’t like her. Or maybe this conversation had run its course. 

“Thanks for the help,” you said awkwardly as you started to push the door open. 

Joyce called your name, a small smile on her lips as she waved at you. 

“Welcome to Hawkins! I think you might really like it here!” 

It wasn’t hard to find the hardware store and you were surprised you hadn’t noticed it sooner since it was practically down the street from the bookstore. 

It was hard learning your way around a  new town, no matter how small it was. 

The hardware store smelt like paint and wood which wasn’t necessarily a bad smell. You took a deep inhale before grabbing a cart and making your way through the aisles. 

You heard your name being called behind you and you turned in surprise. It wasn’t often that people around here knew your name or spoke to you first. 

A tall guy with straight brown hair that hung over his eyebrows  jogged up to you from the end of the aisle. He wore a blue t-shirt with a red apron tied around his waist. 

“I’m Jonathan,” he announced as he reached you. “My, uh, mom told me you were coming this way and told me you had a list?” He said as more of a question than a statement. 

“I know,” he said with a shy smile as you told him your name. He scanned the paper you handed him. “This way,” he said with a wave and you scurried with the cart to keep up with him. 

“What are you working on?” He asked as he started to go around the aisles and load things into your cart. You made a mental note to look at each price so you could keep an estimate on the total in your head. As of right now, it would be a little expensive but you thought you could do it. 

“I’m not really sure. There’s just a lot of stuff around my place that needs to be fixed up and I feel like I find more and more things broken everyday. I’m assuming you know a lot about how to fix stuff right?” You asked, hoping he could give you some pointers as he led you to the check out with a full cart. 

Jonathan's nose and cheeks turned a little pink and he looked shyly down at the hammer he was holding as he typed in the price. 

“Actually, no. I’m just here to save up for some new photography equipment so I can start my own business. It was the only place in town that was hiring when I needed a job. So..” He trailed off with a little shake of his head. 

“Photography’s cool,” you said as you stared at the price go up on the little screen behind the cash register. You felt your jaw tense and your teeth grind at the number on the screen. 

You must have done the math in your head wrong. 

Jonathan nodded absentmindedly as he scanned the last item. You watched as he wrote down the total on a scrap piece of paper and then typed in a bunch of random numbers on the cash register, making the number drop drastically. 

“Wait, why did it go down?” You gasped in disbelief. 

“It’s a welcome to Hawkins discount. All new people get it,” he said without looking at you. 

“You give all new people in town a fifty percent discount?” You questioned. 

He just shrugged and refused to look at you again. 

It was dark now that you were finally heading home. 

After the hardware store, Jonathan loaded up all the things in your car for you and sent you on your way. 

To finish off your trip into town, you decided to stop by the deli and get yourself a sandwich which you sat outside to eat since the weather was nice. 

You watched as the cars drove up and down the street, going about their days. Every so often, someone would stick their hand out their car windows to wave at you when they caught you staring. You would cheekily wave back with a smile. 

It was nice to be somewhere that wasn’t work or home. It was nice to see people outside of the bookstore. It was nice to have people actually see you. 

When the sun started to dip below the horizon you picked up your trash and made your way back to your car. 

You hummed all the way down the road to whatever song was on the radio. Bopping your head along to the upbeat chorus and vocals to the next pop hit of the year. 

You were so close to home, finally on the curvy and wooded road that led to your driveway. The sun was gone completely now and you could see the moon hanging proudly in the cloudless sky.

You were in the middle of singing along to the bridge when you felt the pop underneath your feet. 

And then the car started to shake and rumble. 

“No, no, no,” you whined as you pulled the car to the side of the road. 

You smacked the steering wheel a few times with the palms of your hands once the car reached a complete stop. It felt lopsided, the telltale sign that there was a flat somewhere. 

You glanced in your rearview mirror to see nothing but your flashers lighting up the complete darkness behind you rhythmically before throwing open your door and stepping out. 

The tire was completely flat. 

You leaned down, examining it just to see a big slash cutting through it. You must have hit something sharp when you were leaving town. 

Whatever you had run over must have been big enough to do some serious damage. You wondered how you missed it but blamed it on the fact that you were just having a full on concert by yourself. 

You groaned and looked up and down the road in hopes of seeing some headlights. 

This road wasn’t busy by any means. It was rare to see someone else passing through when you were on the way to and from work.

You were gonna be stuck here for a while. 

You grabbed the car door again, ready to throw yourself in when you heard something coming from the woods. 

It was soft at first, barely noticeable. You strained, trying to make sure your mind wasn’t  playing tricks on you like it was known to do sometimes. 

It was a cascade of whispers, all talking over each other. Men and women. Young and old. All talking in the woods like there was some sort of large gathering. 

You wondered if maybe the woods weren’t as thick as you thought and there were actually some houses. Perhaps you could go to one and find a phone to use. 

You found your feet moving away from the car without even closing the door. You couldn’t stop yourself as you kept walking across the road without looking either way to check for any oncoming cars.

The whispers got louder the second you broke through the brush. You weren’t sure where you were going, but you knew if you followed the voices you would be okay. They would lead you to safety. 

It was warm in the woods, like you had been wrapped by a comfortable blanket. You felt safe. How could you ever feel scared out here? 

You passed a thick tree, probably the tallest you had seen in the forest so far. You weren’t sure how long you had been walking at this point. It didn’t matter as long as you were still walking towards the voices. They would take care of you. 

The whispers got louder, reaching a deafening level. It felt like the volume in your ears got turned up to one hundred. \

You had no clue what they were saying but you didn’t care. You wanted to keep listening to them for as long as you could. You thought that you might just follow those voices anywhere that they wanted to leave you. 

And then they stopped. 

It was an abrupt silence, like the pause after a candle's flame gets blown out. 

Your ears rang and the cold air kissed your skin. Goosebumps broke out up and down your arms when you realized that you were standing in the middle of the woods. 

Alone. 

And something had led you here. 

The bushes starated  rustling in front of you, a thick section of trees and bushes moving like something was trying to break free. It was an ominous feeling that started in your gut, the feeling that whatever was moving in those bushes was pure terror. 

And it was coming for you. 

You didn’t have time to react before the wolf jumped in front of you. 

It backed against you, pushing you away from the spot in the woods that seemed darker than the rest of the forest. 

It growled a deep growl, baring its teeth in anger towards the unknown threat. The hair on the back of your neck stood on its end at the menacing sound.

You wanted to cover your ears and hide. 

You backed away, back hitting a tree as you coward from the sight in front of you. 

The wolf lunged, snapping its large jaws into the bushes. You hid your face, not wanting to see what it was up against. 

You waited for it to turn to you and realize you were there. You waited for those jaws to start snapping at you too. 

But that never happened. 

The bushes stopped rustling and there was a stillness in the air. The chill didn’t lift off your skin, it was dragged off like it didn’t want to leave. 

You didn’t realize the crickets had stopped chirping until they started singing again. 

Whatever threat lurked in the bushes was gone. You could feel the disappearance of its heavy presence lift off your mind. Air moving in out of your lungs was easier than before and you gasped a few times as your lungs begged for the oxygen it had been deprived of. 

Footsteps running through the forest behind you had you yelping and wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. Like you would be able to protect yourself with your bare hands from the monster of a wolf in front of you and whatever unseen force that had just lured you out here with its evil mind tricks. 

A group of men came breaking through the trees with wild and concerned looks on their faces. All of the eyes landed on you, including the wolves,  and you didn’t like the attention. 

You felt your eyes practically bulge out of your head when you recognized Jonathan Byers. 

Why the hell would they be out in the woods at this time of night too? 

“Jonathan?” You called out, making sure your eyes didn’t deceive you. 

The wolf let out a low warning growl that had you leaning away from it, practically crawling into the tree's bark.  

You hadn’t realized how close the wolf had gotten to you since the last time you looked at it. You could practically feel the heat coming off of its fur in waves. The wolf stood between you and the men, like it was shielding you from their eyes. 

Like it didn’t want them to look at you. 

“Please don’t bite me,” you whispered to the wolf when his eyes landed on you again. 

One of the strangers didn’t hold back his snort. 

“Trust me. I think he really wants to bite you-ow,” he whined when an elbow landed in his ribs.

“Shut up, Gareth,” said one with styled brown hair. 

“It’s true!” Gareth exclaimed, pointing between you and the wolf. 

“What the hell is going on?” You snapped, wincing when the wolf looked at you. 

It was ginormous and it was safe to assume that it was the very same wolf you had seen weeks ago. It was even bigger this up close and you had to strain your neck to look up at it. 

“Nice doggy,” you cooed, trying to get on its good side. 

This time all of the men laughed and you couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing. 

“Don’t laugh at me,” you bit out. 

The wolf growled again, stepping forward at the men as he did so. None of them flinched or looked afraid though.

They just looked like a group that had been scolded. 

“Sorry,” Jonathan apologized. 

“Maybe you should-uh-change,” one of the guys said to the wolf like he could really understand what he was saying. Like it was the most normal thing in the world. He tossed a thick blanket at the wolf, which he caught between his massive teeth with a snap of his jaw. You hadn’t even realized he was hiding something behind his back. 

It really wasn’t safe for you to be out here. 

The wolf stared at them blankly with the blanket hanging out of his mouth like a limp tongue. 

“We’ll watch out for her,” Jonathan offered.

This seemed to make the wolf kind of happy because he squinted his eyes, like he was sending them a threat with just a look, before nodding his head once and sulking between the trees where you couldn’t see him any more. 

“Does anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on?” You demanded, stepping away from your little safe spot beside the tree. 

But none of them listened because they were all talking to each other. 

“Maybe he should just tell her.” 

“Tell her?! He just showed her.” 

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know.”

“She’s not stupid!” 

“We don’t know that.” 

“She has ears and is standing right here!” You yelled, shutting them up. They all turned to look at you in unison, eyes wide. 

“I’m Jeff.” The one that had been holding the blanket said as he stepped forward. “That one that called you stupid is Gareth, over there is Steve and I think you’ve met Jonathan.”

“Does anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on? Why the hell am I out here in the middle of the woods? Why the hell are all of you out here in the woods?” 

“Listen, you just need to stay-“

A twig snapped behind you and you jumped forward towards the guys and away from whatever was sneaking up behind you. 

“Relax,” you heard Eddie say behind you. You hated that you were able to recognize his voice.

You whipped your head around meeting his wide eyed stare. He was naked. Completely. Only wrapped in the blanket that had once been in the wolf's mouth. 

It looked bigger around Eddie. The wolf had been so massive that it has made the blanket look like a bath towel. 

“Eddie?” You asked, although you could clearly see it was him.

He nodded, keeping the blanket snug around his waist as he walked towards you. 

You took a step back. 

“Listen,” he started, voice raspy like his throat had been strained. You imagined that's the way his voice would sound after singing front row at a concert, or maybe even after a screaming match over something he felt passionate about. “I can explain everything to you. But I need to get you out of the woods first.” 

He had tattoos. A few scattered on his arms and chest. You couldn’t see them clearly in the darkness and you found your eyes bouncing between them. 

He held out a hand that wasn’t holding the blanket to his body. It slipped down his hips a little, giving you a peak of his lower abdomen and the little trail of hair there. Your eyes traced the line of hair before you looked back at his face. 

If he asked you if you were checking him out you would deny it and say you saw a spider crawling on him or something. 

But to your surprise he didn’t ask. Nothing about him seemed smug. Instead his face was twisted into a grim notion of worry that made you worry as well. 

“Why are you naked?”  You asked instead of taking his hand. 

“I told you I would tell you but we need to go,” he urged, rushing his words out as he took another step towards you, reaching for your hand. 

You jerked your hands back, not letting him touch you. 

“No,” you said firmly. “I”m getting out of this forest but I’m not going with you anywhere.” 

Eddie sighed, gripping the blanket tightly with one hand and using the other to run through his hair. 

“Fine,” he said through clenched teeth, looking behind his back. 

Maybe now wasn’t the time to be stubborn. 

You spun on your heels, marching in a direction that felt right. 

“This way,” Eddie said as he put an arm around you to spin you around. 

You didn’t argue this time or claw away from his touch. Your skin burned from the way his bare arm wrapped against yours. You just wanted to get out away from whatever was in these woods and needed to put aside your dislike of Eddie so you could make it out in one piece. 

If the wolf or whatever that evil thing was came back all you would need to do to survive was run faster than Eddie. 

You marched through the woods, not as gracefully as Eddie strolled through like he owned the place. He was leading the group with you at his side. The rest of the guys flanked behind you, protecting your backs. 

At least that was the way it felt. 

“Did you see the wolf?” You finally asked, breaking the silence that had only been filled with the crunch of leaves, sticks and the occasional times you slipped a curse word out when you tripped and Eddie had to hold onto you to keep you back up. 

You really weren’t made to walk in the woods. Especially not with the shoes you were wearing. 

You saw Eddie nod slightly out of the corner of your eye. 

“Oh come on! You’re telling me you haven’t put two and two together yet?!” Gareth exclaimed from behind you in disbelief. 

You skidded to a stop. 

You had to admit. Your mind had been reeling with theories since you had seen Eddie walk out of the bushes naked. 

The wolf was gone and Eddie appeared.

 Naked. 

But things like that didn’t exist. Boys that wore too much leather and broke girls' hearts were just bad people. Not werewolves that went into the woods to rescue you when an unknown force led you there against your will. 

“Prove it,” you demanded, looking Eddie right in the eye. 

He didn’t question what you were asking for. He didn’t even look confused. He just stared right back with such an intensity, like he was reading your soul. 

“Didn’t the wolf look familiar?” He asked as he leaned closer to you. “Didn’t I look familiar?” 

You wracked your brain, trying to think of what he could possibly be talking about. 

And then it hit you. 

You gasped and he nodded slowly, already understanding your thought process. 

The wolf in the middle of the road. 

How could Eddie know about that? 

He couldn’t.

 Unless he was there. 

“I almost hit you!” You yelled at him. 

He didn’t even flinch or look angry. He just looked down at you, a dopey smile spreading across his face. Like he thought that your anger was the most charming thing he had ever seen. 

He wasn’t taking this seriously at all. He didn’t take you seriously. 

You didn’t care if Eddie was a damn wolf. You didn’t care if he paraded around the woods naked in his freetime. 

What you did care about was him being reckless and involving you in his shit when you were just trying to get by. 

“What is wrong with you?” 

“A lot. I told you,” Eddie said as he gripped your arm, leading you towards the break in the trees. “I can answer your questions when I get you out of these damn woods.” 

Your car was immediately to your left when you broke through the trees. The driver's side door was still open from where you had abandoned it. 

The flashers you had left on were no longer blinking. 

You had to shimmy out of Eddie's grasp but he still hovered around you. He made a point to position you so his body was the one that was closest to the road. 

You didn’t feel like arguing with him. You also didn’t understand why he insisted on being so near you. 

The rest of the guys here gave you distance, almost like they were afraid to get too close. 

“My tire is flat,” you mumbled to no one in particular. “That’s why I stopped in the first place.”

Steve let out a low whistle as he crouched to inspect your tire. 

“Yeah I would say it’s flat,” he mumbled. 

You saw Eddie’s jaw clenched out the corner of your eye but you ignored him. 

“Do you have a spare?” Eddie asked, already reaching for the trunk. 

“I’m pretty sure. I haven’t really looked since I got the car,” you admitted. “I think the battery is dead too because I had left the lights on when I got out. I don’t understand how it could have died so quickly. I was only gone for a few minutes.” 

You saw Eddie shake his head. “It wasn’t a few minutes.” 

You didn’t have time to question what he meant before he started to bark orders at the others. 

“Steve and Jeff, patrol the woods and make sure our friend doesn’t pop back up. Jonathan, go get your car so I can get her home. Gareth, I’m gonna keep an eye on her while you change the tire.”

 “Why the hell do I have to change the tire? She’s your mate.”

Your head snapped to Eddie, the words clicking together in your head like a puzzle. 

“Your what?”