#but holy hell when something grabs a hold of me it is crazy

[godofsmallthings]

what you guys don't understand is that for a period of almost three months i would go to class every day and just refresh my pinterest to look at things to crochet and pics of katya to thirst over and that was my entire personality

[wtfsteveharrington]

don’t you want me | boyfriend!steve x reader x eddie

content & context: you and steve are tasked with checking in on eddie while he’s hiding out at reefer rick’s. 

mentions of drugs & all parties smoke, virgin!eddie, eddie gets caught masturbating by reader and steve, oral (all receiving and giving), steve accidentally initiates oral with eddie (makes sense i promise), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, steve!breeding kink, cum play, cum swapping. everyone’s a lil fruity! reader is kinda just passed around!! **emphasizing that there are sexual interactions between steve and eddie!**

she/her pronouns used for reader!

author’s note: ... i can't believe this is finally getting posted but here we are! its been ages in the making and i'm so glad to finally have it out there. if i missed something during editing pls let me know! <3

word count: 8.4k - i added plot to this one!

If you thought Steve complained about being the babysitter, you should hear the way he complains about being Eddie’s caretaker. 

In all honesty, he still wasn’t quite sure that Eddie was completely innocent in all this mess. Was he a killer? Probably not. That doesn’t mean he wants to hang around the guy, let alone have you hang around him. 

He’s protective, that’s all. 

The grocery sacks hit the floor of the kitchen while Steve shoves the case of beer into an empty spot on the counter. He’s pensively looking around the house, a grimace on his features as he takes in your... Questionable surroundings. Empty cans of food, question sticky spots on the floor, a disgusting bong on the table sat next to McDonalds wrappers. 

“Now how the hell did Munson get his hands on a Big Mac but we’re still stuck doing supply drops?” Steve’s scoffing to himself, finally looking around the room to realize - “Wait a minute. Where the hell is he?”

It’s instinct. Within seconds of acknowledging that there might be a problem here, you’re back to back with Steve while the two of you scan the room. Looking for any signs of life or, well, death. You both hone in on a sound coming from behind the door at the end of the hallway. Exchanging a quick glance before he’s looking for a weapon - Grabbing a hold of the bong to use as a weapon. You however? Decide to settle for one of the knifes on the table which Steve thinks makes much more sense but he’s already committed to this damn bong now. 

The door’s barely cracked open and as the two of you get closer you can begin to hear Heaven’s On Fire by KISS playing faintly on the radio. Considering how tense Eddie’s been lately, you’re surprised he’s being this... Sloppy? 

you drive me crazy when you start to tease

You’re peeking over Steve’s shoulder, hand instantly coming to clamp over your mouth at the sight in front of you two.

you could bring the devil to his knees

Eddie Munson’s laying back on the bed, boots planted firmly on the ground, his jeans and briefs shimmied just far enough down his thighs to free his length. He’s hard, untouched, and you’re salivating at the sight. You and Steve stand there for a second longer than you should, both of you shocked at the sight. It’s not until Eddie wraps his fist around himself, lifting his hips off the bed at his own touch and letting out a quiet moan that Steve finally breaks -

“Holy shit.”

No one knows who reacts first but within seconds Eddie’s trying to cover himself up at the same time you’re reaching past Steve to pull the bedroom door closed. You’re trying to process what you just saw, mind only able to hyper focus on the fact that he looked... No, stop. You can’t let your mind wonder like this.

“Jesus Christ! Don’t you people knock!” Eddie shrieks on the other side. 

You look over at your flabbergasted boyfriend who’s punching the air and cursing Dustin Henderson for getting involved with this Freak. If you look close enough, you can see the flush to his cheeks. “C’mon, Man. Maybe consider not jacking off while you’re on the run for murder, huh? Especially when you have people running around getting you shitty Pabst and Doritos!”

The door’s being jerked open and Eddie looks so frazzled. A far cry from the man who was just sprawled out in bed touching himself. 

He has a finger pointed in Steve’s face, “A murder I did not commit! So excuse me for trying to blow off some steam while I thought I was alone. If you’re so concerned then I’ll be sure to clear it with you next time, Harrington.” His hair is a crazy mess, shirt haphazardly tucked into his pants, and his belt unbuckled. You can’t help but spare a thought towards how pretty he looks. If Eddie would meet your eye, you’d have to look away considering just how embarrassing your thoughts were getting about him. But, in fact, the boy refuses to glance in your direction.

You turn on your heels, dragging Steve behind you in an attempt to avoid them getting into even more of a fight. Storing the fact that Eddie Munson has a pretty dick away for later. “C’mon, Idiots. I’ll cook dinner if you two can play nice for a few hours. Eddie wash your hands and zip up your fly before you come in here.”

The song continues as you walk down the hallway. Giggling to yourself and sneaking looks over at your still flabbergasted boyfriend. 

feel my heat takin' you higher. 

burn with me, heaven's on fire. 

paint the sky with desire.

✧･ﾟ:*-*:･ﾟ✧

Eddie watches as you two navigate cleaning up the kitchen in almost perfect sync. His hand on your lower back when he brings the rest of the dishes to you, the way he takes notice of your sleeve falling down your arm and rolls it up for you, then you have the audacity to sing along to Steve’s favorite lyrics as the songs shuffle through on the radio. 

He’s taken to sitting on the couch during clean up, citing his “impending doom” as the reason why he can’t help. Really, Eddie’s not sure how much more of the love birds act he can take before his carefully curated facade finally breaks. It wasn’t that you two were being over the top with the displays of affection, quite the opposite actually. If anything, it was toned down from the normal levels you showed around everyone else. 

It’s just the fact that it’s real that’s driving him crazy. Cursing every day he spent without someone who loved him that deeply.

Once the kitchen is cleaner than it likely has ever been, you and Steve wonder out of the room and finally join Eddie. Steve’s grabbing the packed bowl left on the coffee table along with the lighter, sitting back in the recliner while you perch yourself on the arm of the chair. Trying to balance yourself carefully. You watch as Steve takes a long hit, holding the smoke before holding the bowl towards you. Glancing from him to the slouched figure on the couch, “Can we spend the night with you?” 

Eddie’s shrugging, grumbling out “’Ight with me but there’s not many blankets around this place that ain’t filled with holes.”

Nodding, more towards yourself than him, you lean forward to trap the piece between your lips and Steve brings the lighter up to the bowl. 

You’re coughing. 

Like, way more than normal. 

Steve’s quickly pushing out of the chair, grabbing one of the last wine coolers for you and popping it’s top with ease before bringing it back to you. There’s a reassuring hand rubbing over your back as you work your way through your coughing fit. Cheeks burning hot with embarrassment that one little hit nearly took you out in front of Eddie Munson. 

“S’good shit, Honey. No surprise you can barely take it.” You’re giving Steve an appreciative smile as Eddie teases you, leaning into his touch for a bit of comfort. “Should be this good considering it’s been the talk of Hawkin’s that you’re raising your prices on us, Munson.” 

Eddie’s got his hands up in the air, his bright laughter filling up the room before he’s reaching out for the bowl Steve’s offering. “Hey, a man had to eat, y’know? Now a man’s gotta pay bail... Prices are gonna triple after this.” 

When Steve’s assured you’re not going to pass out, he’s going back to the table and grabbing two cans of out the lukewarm Pabst case. One’s being slid over to Eddie while Steve grabs his keys out of his pocket to begin the base of the can to chug. 

It’s some weird power play you’re pretty sure. Asserting dominance with who can chug the fastest. Eddie’s quick to follow suit, using his pocket knife to carve out his own hole..

Now you just need to figure out why it’s kind of.. Hot?

You watch as Steve and Eddie cheers their punctured cans against one another, both of them giving the other a small nod then they’re throwing their heads back, popping the tab, and chugging the beer out of the can. It’s entertaining, this dumb grin plastered on your face. The weed in your system is probably making this feel like a much more endearing sight than it actually is. They both drop the cans once they finish, an argument ensuing as they try to decide who finished first. 

“I’ve never shotgunned a beer.” 

Suddenly there’s a lot of attention on you. Steve’s confused, Eddie’s entertained. 

“King Steve Harrington’s girlfriend has never chugged a beer? Surprised he hasn’t corrupted you already.” Steve’s hitting his arm, giving the other boy a playful shove before grabbing a can out of the case and tossing it your way. 

“You wanna learn, Honey? I’ll teach you.” Spoken so sweetly. Steve’s voice always laced with this delicate tone reserved just for you.

He’s standing behind you now, chest firm against your back and holding the can properly in your hands. Steve’s digging a hole with his keys into the side of your can, his chin on your shoulder as he concentrates on making it a clean cut. “All you gotta do is tilt your head back, okay? I’ll pop the tab. Don’t feel like you gotta finish it.” 

You nod obediently, freeing one of your fingers from it’s death grip on the can to flip Eddie off. He’s laughing, grabbing the forgotten bowl from the table and getting to work repacking it. Part of you wonders what Rick would think of Eddie using so much of his stash. Then again, it’s not like it’s going to be much use to Rick for the next few years.

The can’s brought up to your mouth, tilting your head back against Steve as he keeps his promise and opens the tab once your lips wrap over the hole. There’s beer dripping from the corner of your mouth, down your chin and neck, and you’re quickly reminded that you hate the taste of beer. Especially cheap beer. But you’re putting on a show so you’re committed to finishing it. 

Steve grabs a hold of your chin as the now empty can clatters to the ground, your lips colliding quickly and he wastes no time licking into your mouth. He tasted like a mixture of weed, more cheap beer, and underlying hints of his spearmint gum. You’re giving an appreciative moan as his hand slips from your chin to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

Now, Eddie knows he should look away. He’s intruding on a personal moment, right? But there’s just something about the way that you and Steve interact that’s so addicting to him. It’s clear you’ve spent hours memorizing one another, learning what makes the other tick. There’s a sad thought that passes through his mind registering that there’s no way he’ll ever get to have a connection that intense. Even before the, you know, murderer from another dimension ruined his life. Eddie was a lot. He liked being a lot. He never found a girl who liked him being a lot and for a long time he was fine with pretending it didn’t bother him.

Then the picture of true love showed up to this damn house hours ago and he’s begun aching to feel even a tenth of that amount of passion.

He’s lighting up the bowl, finally forcing himself to look away while taking another long hit.

Your hands are firm on Steve’s chest, fisting around the soft material of his shirt and gently shoving him back. “Enough. Eddie doesn’t want to just sit around watching you devour me all night” He’s giving you a dopey grin, the hand not on the back of your neck coming up so he can use his thumb to swipe away the saliva shining on your lips.

“Munson gets it. Sometimes you just can’t help yourself, right?”

Steve’s looking over to Eddie for approval but he won’t look at either of you. Exhaling a stream of smoke from his last hit before responding.

“Nah, man. The Freak title excludes any and all sexual connotations. Made out with Elizabeth Hertz last year but that was just because she wanted free weed. Gareth kissed me after a show because he was drunk off adrenaline. Don’t really count him on the list of conquests though.” He’s blaming the high inching it’s way through his body, but for some reason he wanted to make it known that he’ll happily kiss boys too. In fact, Eddie Munson will pretty much kiss anyone who wants to kiss him.

“Huh.”

It comes out so quickly and you can stop yourself, both boys now looking your way. You give a little shrug, leaning into Steve as you respond. “Just surprised, that’s all. You’re pretty, figured someone would have thrown themselves at you by now.”

Eddie’s blushing at your compliment. Honest to God, cheeks turning pink blushing. He’s throwing a wink your way while trying to downplay how much the compliment got to him.

“Wish everyone felt that way, Sweetheart.”

You’re looking up at Steve now who just knows what’s coming next. 

✧･ﾟ:*-*:･ﾟ✧

The two of you had talked before about including someone else. You both liked girls, that came up pretty quick. Robin asked you to play fuck, marry, kill one night while you sat around at Family Video during your shift. The way you drooled over Faye Dunaway gave you away pretty quickly.

Then, late one night, Steve was a little drunk and half asleep when he asked you what it felt like to kiss a boy. You said it was firmer, that their lips were rougher. But that kissing him made you feel safe and loved, though that wasn’t the norm.

“Kinda wanna kiss a boy the same way you wanna kiss girls. Quickly followed by, “Happy if I spend the rest of my life only kissing you though. Just something I wouldn’t mind happening.”

You just laugh while pulling his sweaty party clothes off of his body, tossing them across the room to deal with tomorrow. 

“You wanna kiss a boy, huh? Well, I’m sure we can make that happen.”

✧･ﾟ:*-*:･ﾟ✧

“So - Is that like a thing then? Making out with you in exchange for free weed? Because in that case, you’ve been smoking me and Steve out all night. Pretty sure that means we’ve got a great debt to pay.”

Eddie can strike the idea down. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Mere hours ago you weren’t fully sure if Eddie was a killer and you weren’t fully sure that Steve wouldn’t kill Eddie. He’s toying with the rip in his jeans over his knee, looking over the two of you as if he’s trying to decide if this is real or not.

“You and Steve…” He’s dragging out your names, almost as though he were testing out how they taste on his tongue. You and Steve.

You’re looking back to get confirmation from Steve who’s nothing more than entertained. You’re stepping towards Eddie now, slow enough where anyone can stop you yet not surprised neither of them do. He’s not taking his eyes off of you and you can see his breathing pick up as you get closer. Your knees are sinking into the couch beside him, kneeling into the cushions and reaching over to rest your hand on his upper thigh. Giving him a small squeeze and his muscle twitches in response to the touch. 

“Do you wanna kiss me, Eddie? Kiss us?” 

His breathing cuts off completely, and if you weren’t paying such close attention to his face you would have caught the way his hand goes from playing with the rip to actually pinching himself on his thigh. There’s no way this is real. Eddie’s nodding a little too eagerly, his cool guy facade falling apart. You lean forward, the smell of your perfume ever so faint but taking over his brain, to grab his hand. Dragging it up your own chest, along the curve of your breast, bringing his hand around the front of your throat, finally directing him to cup the back of your throat instead. 

“Then kiss me.”

Eddie’s risking a glance over to Steve as he tightens his grip on your neck, half expecting to see the other boy with his fist cocked back, ready to swing and fight for you.

He’s not though. 

Just giving a small shrug of his shoulders, trying to bite down his entertained grin. You always got what you wanted, Steve’s just surprised it’s Eddie you want. He can’t blame you. Maybe it’s the mood set by the two year old Christmas lights that Rick never takes down illuminating the room, the buzz vibrating throughout your bodies, or the way Eddie keeps looking between you with those wide brown eyes... Something about the situation has Steve understanding the way you feel. 

Your hands are on Eddie’s chest now, fisting around the material as you lean in to ghost your lips against his. “Are you gonna make me ask again?” His fingers are twitching on the back of your neck, tightening his grip before finally connecting your lips together. The kiss is timid at first, you can feel the nerves practically rolling off of his body, so you take it upon yourself to take the lead. 

Eddie’s moaning into your mouth when he feels your tongue swipe along his bottom lip. He’s licking over his own lip, savoring the taste of Pabst, weed, and the sickly sweet taste of wine coolers you’d been sipping on all night. Somewhere buried under all that, there’s the taste of just you. His tongue slips between your parted lips, licking into your mouth and giving an appreciative moan once again. You delight in just how vocal he’s being.

The couch’s dipping beside you, Steve settling back into the cushions to get a better view. His hand is low on your back, sliding down to knead at the flesh of your ass as you and Eddie settle into a rhythm. You can tell he’s inexperience and it’s endearing to say the least. 

Your hand cups over the bulge in Eddie’s lap, rubbing along his growing length as he moans into your mouth. “Wanna see you, Baby. Is that okay?” His jaw goes slack, risking a glance over to Steve for approval. He’s just shrugging it off, his own hand coming to palm over his jeans as he mimics your motions on Eddie. “Whatever my girl wants, she gets.” 

Eddie’s trying to process everything going on and it takes a moment for him to respond. Finally giving an unsteady nod to the room before looking back to you and God you can tell he’s nervous. His hands are on the back of your arms now as he mindlessly rubs up and down them, trying to keep himself grounded in the moment. “Then, uh, yeah. Yeah, that’ll be.... Good.” 

Without much more convincing you get to work undoing his belt buckle. Unlatching the cold metal before giving it a firm tug, Eddie arching his hips up in order to help you remove it from his body. You pitch it under his arm and you feel his body jerk at the sudden sound. If you weren’t careful the mood could go sour quick due to the reminder of why you’re all here in the first place. 

“So no one has ever touched you before? Just me?” Eddie nods enthusiastically as you unbutton his jeans, his breath hitching when he hears the sound of his zipper being pulled down. “Just you, Princess. Kinda scared, fuck, that I’m not gonna last that long if we’re being honest.” You’re giggling at the admission and Eddie’s thanking every star in the galaxy that he took the time to actually shower and change into clean clothes when you guys showed up. 

The room fills with the sounds of both of you moaning when you finally slip your hand into Eddie’s boxers and feel his length against your hand. He’s gripping the back of your arms now, the circuit he’s been running this whole time, as he whimpers and rocks up to your touch. You make quick work of tugging his jeans and boxes down just enough to free him from his clothes. Marveling at the sight of him erect and desperate. 

You wrap your hand around the base, giving him an experiment dry tug. Eddie’s head falls back against the wall as he moans out a string of profanities. His mind has to drift off to focus on anything but your touch or he’s going to finish from just one brush of your hand. You’re proud of yourself, giving him another flick of your wrist before letting him go. You start to push off the couch, standing up and pulling your shirt off of your overheated frame. Making quick work of your bra before tossing the both of them into the corner.

Eddie’s thankful for the break but he’s so hard that it fucking hurts. The sight of you topless in front of them is not helping his cause.

Steve’s eyes are on you as you reach over to him. He’s entertained and you can tell he’s hard in his tight jeans. You hold your hand out under his mouth, “Can you spit in my hand, Baby?” Steve grabs a hold of your wrist and does as he is told. Licking a strip down your fingers before spitting into your hand. He’s giving your wrist a squeeze before pushing your hand back towards Eddie. 

You fall to your knees in between Eddie's legs and go right back to wrapping your wrist around him, lazily dragging your fist around him. Eddie’s clinging to you as you take your time exploring him, smiling down at the boy. “You’re longer than Steve. Not as thick but you’re long. Such a pretty cock, Eddie. Thank you for letting me take care of you tonight.” 

He can barely even get his thoughts together fast enough to respond before you start shuffling off of his lap. Hand still firmly around his length as you settle on your knees between his legs. Eddie finally looks down at you and there could be angel wings coming from your back as far as he's concerned considering what a heavenly sight you make.

"Can I taste you, Eddie?" You're hamming it up for him. Batting your eyelashes and pouting. Something straight out of a porno, all for him.

It's odd - Steve feels almost... Proud? Maybe that's not the best word for describing watching your girlfriend suck someone else's dick but it's the best one he can find. You gorgeous in this lighting, you're being playful, and hell it's practically charity work. Taking this poor guy's virginity as a treat while his world is falling apart. It's admirable, really.

Eddie's frantically nodding while he twitches under your touch. Reaching down to try and shimmy his pants further down his legs so you have a better angle. "Darlin', you can do fucking anything to me. Don't have to ask anymore, okay? I appreciate but whatever you want is fine by me."

You grin up at him and lean closer, sticking your tongue out and keeping eye contact while tapping the head of his cock against your tongue. There's saliva dripping off your tongue and onto him, running down the sides of your length until it meets your fist. You're leaning in to wrap your lips around the head of him. Giving an appreciative hum before sinking down further around him.

Steve's taught you well. He's laid back and let you 'practice' sucking him off for hours at this point. His fingers laced behind his head while you get your throat used to taking him further and further. Sometimes he feels bad taking up all the attention and has you straddle his face to return the favor while you suck him off.

All that training and Eddie gets to reap the rewards.

It's easy for you to build up a stead pace. Tongue swirling his tip and using your hand to jack off his exposed length before you take him back into his mouth. Your other hand comes up to cup the weight his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as you work.

Eddie’s bucking up his length deeper into your throat, causing you to gag around the sudden intrusion. “Gotta chill out, Munson.” He’s storing away the fact that Steve Harrington chastising him makes his cock twitch in your mouth. Something about a pretty boy being firm gets under his skin. 

“Shit, my bad, Sweetheart. Just felt too fucking good.” 

Steve's scooting closer to you both while the old, thrifted and worn couch makes creaking sounds under him. He's taking your hand that isn't currently occupied with Eddie and putting it on the front of his too tight jeans. You give a hum of appreciation at the familiar feeling of your boyfriend under your touch, pulling back from Eddie's cock with a string of spit attached to your lip. You're using the same motion on the both of them while grinning up at Eddie.

"Can you get him out for me? Unless you want me to stop touching you?"

Eddie gasps involuntarily and shakes his head, pumping his cock through your fisted hand. It's slick and obscene and he's twitching in your grasp. He looks between the two of you nervously but when Steve doesn't object he decides to lean forward to move your hand out of the way, shaky fingers touching the metal of his belt. "You guys are-..." He's cutting himself off with a broken laugh as your lips press a kiss to the head of his cock, a reward for doing as he's told, "You're fuckin' insane."

Steve's beaming. He's eating this up.

His hips arch under Eddie's touch and you keep your eyes trained on the boys while lazily jacking off Eddie. Steve helps the two of you and pushes his jeans down his thighs, the head of his cock threatening to slide out of the slit in his briefs. Eddie's watching his face for a moment before hooking his fingers under Steve's boxers and pulling them down.

Steve's cock is thick and hard, dripping at the tip. You whimper at the sight of him, rubbing your thighs together as your clit starts to throb. Steve snatches up your free hand once again, spitting into your palm before bringing your hand to his cock. You wrap your fingers around the base and are back to repeating the same motions on the two boys.

You wrap your lips around Eddie's cock once again, his length sliding down your throat as he fucks into your warm mouth. You notice his fingers still linger on Steve's thigh, he's short circuiting at the combination of the both of you. "You are uh.... Fuck, she wasn't lying." Steve's chest puffs up with pride as the two of you both admire how thick his cock is.

There's a giggle coming out of you that you just can't help though the sound gets muffled by Eddie's cock.

This is crazy.

Eddie whines as you pull off of his cock once again but God are you a vision. Spit dribbling down your chin, eyes wide and dark with lust. You look over and pout at your boyfriend as your wrist starts to slow its pace on both of them. He knows exactly what that look means - You're needy. Rightfully so too.

It takes mere seconds from the moment your attentive boyfriend picks up on your queue for the situation to completely change. He's pushing back against the couch and kicking his jeans fully off before ushering Eddie away from you. Eddie who's almost skittish, desperately wanting to make sure he doesn't overstep and doing as he's told.

He watches as Steve pulls you up from the ground, a hand instantly going to the back of your neck as he pulls you into a feverish kiss. You instantly melt against his chest, a mess of parted lips and breathy moans and whimpers that are going right through him. There's a hand slipping into your pants, Steve's nimble fingers making quick work of cupping over your heat.

Steve moans into your mouth while his cock twitches against your thigh, "Baby, you let yourself get this wet without letting me know?" You pathetically nod, desperately gripping onto Steve's arms as he drags a finger between your folds. "Bet this pussy wants to be fucked so bad, huh?" That finger presses into you now without warning and Steve bucks his hips at the same time you clenched around his digit. "Fuck, can feel how needy you are."

Eddie's going to fucking combust.

Your boyfriend doesn't even look away from you as he pats his hand against your pussy, kissing you once more before just talking into the abyss. "We need a bed."

And that's how you end up down the hallway with Steve pushing you back against this shitty bed, the springs whining under you as you bounce against the thin padding. Eddie can't help but think how much better you deserve but they're working with what they've got for now. Your pants and underwear are being ripped off by Steve and Eddie nearly creams himself at the sight of your bare pussy exposed to them both.

Your feet are planted far apart, legs falling open to give them both a good look. Their gazes are intense and empowering as you reach a hand down to toy with your clit, giving them a dramatic moan as you do. Someone needs to check Eddie's pulse because he's half convinced he died the other night and this is just some weird section of Heaven.

Steve steps over to Eddie, clapping a hand against his shoulder before reaching down to tug his shirt off of his slender frame. "I'll let you go first since you've never fucked before but you better treat her, Muson. I know my girl, I'll know if you don't do a good job, yeah?"

He's stumbling over to you, jaw slack and all he can hear is his heartbeat in his ears as he watches you slide two fingers into yourself. "Jesus Christ...." You do your best to look like every man's dream porno at that moment - Pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy, fluttering your eyelashes, whining while you use your free hand to play with one of your nipples. "Need you to fuck me so bad, Eddie."

Eddie’s looking around the room on the hunt for what you can only assume is a condom. Panic playing across his face much to both you and Steve’s entertainment. Your boyfriend’s laughing besides him, “She’s on the pill.” To which you nod eagerly, “Knew from the first time Stevie and I hooked up I had to be.”

The sound of a sharp smack fills the room as Steve playfully spanks his hand against Eddie's ass before moving to stand next to the two of you at the foot of the bed. He's leaning in to press a kiss against your lips, roughly grabbing at the breast you weren't teasing while Eddie moves to kneel on the bed between your legs. "He's gonna take good care of you, Baby."

Your brain is fuzzy. Your body is needy. Something needs to give.

Eddie’s hovering over you now, his hair hanging down and tickling your face. “Here, m’gonna take care of you.” You’re pushing your fingers back through his hair, gathering it up in your fist before sliding the elastic from your wrist and giving him a haphazard ponytail. It’s the best you can do given the circumstances.

Remember how Eddie was afraid he’d never feel affection like he wanted to? That moment threw his fears out the window. You were so gentle with him, so caring. It’s making his heart have this painful flutter and he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to convey to you how much this night means to him.

You’re leaning up, brushing your lips along his which brings Eddie out of his train of thought. “You sure you wanna do this? No pressure, Honey. We can all go to bed and act like none of this happened.” None of this happened? There’s no way he could ever forget tonight. He’s shaking his head, catching your lips in another kiss while lowering his hips so your bodies are flush together. Eddie’s moaning into your mouth at the feeling of your core along his length, instinctively rutting himself against you. You snake your arms around his chest, holding him close to you while he balances himself with one elbow digging into the bed, his other hand reaching down to fist around himself. 

There’s a choked out moan coming from the boy as the head of his cock pushes into you. Eddie has to pause his motions and regroup himself before starting to sink in further. This is a life altering experience for him... He refuses to be nothing more than a virgin who can only last thirty seconds in your mind. 

You arch your hips up to meet him halfway, both of you adjusting to the sensation. Eddie’s staring down at you as though he’d lasso the moon and bring it down to Earth if it would do so much as make you smile... Maybe he needs to remind himself that you’re taken and this is only happening due to the oddest set of circumstances ever experienced. 

Hey, sue him, but maybe he doesn’t remind himself at all. 

Maybe as his hips rock into you, with a motion that isn’t exactly coordinated but it’s still driving you wild, he allows himself to savor the affection you give. The way you’re trying to fight the urge to close your eyes because you don’t want to miss a second of his expression. The way his name falls from your lips. 

Like Steve said earlier, sometimes you just can’t help yourself. 

“How does she feel, Munson?”

“Like fuckin’ heaven.”

Eddie’s rutting himself up into you, trying to decide between just staying buried so deep or using every last breath he has begging you to move with him. His body is short circuiting and he just knows for a fact that this probably isn’t the best fuck you’ve ever had but as far as he’s concerned? Sex has never felt better for anyone in the world than how he feels right now. You’re warm and wet, practically soaking everything that touches where the two of you are connected.

He’s letting out a pathetic little whimper as he fucks into your sloppy pussy and Steve finds himself entertained as he watches Eddie take on the role he normally gets you in. Babbling and begging. Steve’s laughing to himself before coming to stand behind Eddie. He’s holding his hands higher on Eddie’s hips, silently directing the boy on how to fuck you better.

To his credit - Eddie is a quick learner.

He’s capturing your lips in a gentle kiss - you can tell he’s been getting better at kissing over the course of the night. Your arms wrap tight around his neck, slowly beginning to drag your hips a few inches up and almost lazily fucking yourself on Eddie.

Eddie who can’t see straight anymore and isn’t sure his heart has stopped beating.

“Holy shit, holy fuck, holy fucking shit.”

You can tell by his frantic words that he’s getting closer. You’re not sure how much longer he has left in him so you make a show of arching your back into him, grabbing ahold of his hair and his bicep with the other hand. Fluttering yourself around his length before giving a dramatic gasp and letting your ‘orgasm’ wash over you. This part of the night was about letting Eddie use you for his pleasure, you didn’t want him to look back and think you didn’t enjoy yourself.

Steve knows you, knows your body. He knows what you’re up to and will make sure you’re well taken care of.

And it does work. Eddie’s hips start sputtering while he mutters out, “Holy shit that was so hot.” He’s barely got time to fuck another few strokes into you before he’s finishing without warning. Chasing the feeling by rocking himself through his orgasm, finishing deep inside of you. Partly kicking himself in the ass because he doesn’t want this experience to be over already. 

It takes him a moment to collect his thoughts, leaning in to kiss you and mutter out praises and thank you’s in between every kiss. In that moment he’s no longer on the run, there’s no longer his life imploding around him. He gets to just be Eddie and there’s not enough words in the English language to convey how much that means to him. Eddie gives you one final kiss before he's whining and pulling out, the cool air against his wet and sensitive cock causing him to hiss. 

You only have but seconds to recover before you feel your boyfriend’s touch.

Steve grabs a hold of your ankles, throwing them both over his shoulders before he leans in for his turn to kiss you. It's sloppy and messy and you haven't had a coherent thought since you laid down on this bed so you can only imagine what kissing you is like but he's not complaining. He pulls back to get a good look at you, giving himself confirmation that you were still doing okay. Fucked out and blissful, he knows you're thriving probably more than you should be but you didn't feel any shame.

He pulls even further back to continue his examination, stopping at the sight of you spread open for him, marveling at the way Eddie’s cum drips out of you. He’s used to seeing his own, used to scooping it up and pushing it back inside of you, but something about seeing you filled up by another man… It’s bringing out a weird, feral part of Steve that he doesn’t quite comprehend.

You're whining and grabbing a hold of his waist as you feel the thick head of Steve's cock press against your sensitive hole, your puffy pussy throbbing even harder than you thought possible. "Getting fucked twice in one night... Just know you're happy, aren't you? Mhm, fuck, this greedy little cunt was made to be wrapped around my cock. Might share it every now and then but you know where you belong, don't you?" Your nails dig into Steve's shoulders and he chuckles as you arch your hips up, desperate to get him inside of you.

"Stevie, please. Need to feel you." And he doesn't make you ask twice. You're gasping and thrashing against the bed as Steve stretches you out. Even after Eddie fucked you it still took a second for you to adjust to how girthy he was. There's a mixture of your wetness and Eddie's cum being pushed out around his cock as he buries himself into you, the sensation driving him wild.

He’s slowly dragging himself back out of you, much to your protest. Taking the head of his cock through the cum that’s leaked out, collecting it on himself before lining up and pushing into you with one firm thrust. The sinful sound of Steve stretching out your wet pussy filling the room. He’s letting you relax under him while those strong arms hold you close to him, body going lax.

“So fucking full. Can’t think straight. Two pretty boys in me… S’good.”

Every word and sound you could make is caught in your throat, effectively rendering you dead silent. You don’t know who noticed your fingers working your clit first but Eddie’s tight grip on your wrist is keeping you from continuing. “Absolutely not.”

Eddie’s watching Steve’s expression for any hint of disgust or disapproval. There’s none. Instead he’s giving Eddie a small nod of encouragement. There’s a shift in the energy in the air.

You feel Eddie shuffle on the bed, his warm breath on your stomach, and all of a sudden you see the lights of Heaven when you feel Eddie’s tongue lapping at your clit while Steve picks up the pace of fucking into you.

Even in your turned on bliss, you’re not missing the fact that Eddie’s tongue is accidentally brushing over Steve’s cock. By the look on Steve’s face, he doesn’t quite mind the extra attention either.

“You’re both such pretty boys. Thank you for taking care of me so fucking good. No one else can treat this pussy like you two.”

Your words make Steve’s hips lose their pace, pulling out a little too far which causes him to slip between your folds and up towards your clit. Towards Eddie’s open mouth. His tongue already out for your clit when suddenly he has the firm weight of Steve fuckin’ Harrington’s cock in his mouth.

And they’re both moaning.

Neither pulling away.

Steve’s pumping himself further into Eddie’s mouth before he truly realizes what he’s doing, his balls tightening up for a second at the new sensation. You want to cry out, your pussy desperately clenching around nothing after being so deliciously filled. But you know better. You don’t want to disrupt the sight.

It’s Steve who jerks his hips back first, pulling out of Eddie’s mouth. “Fuck, bro. Sorry.” But he wasn’t sorry, not really. The only thing Eddie wants him to be sorry about is pulling out of his throat. You’re dripping wet. Like, wet spot in the bed because of your pussy wet. Steve’s losing a bit of that friction feeling and he doesn’t want you to be missing it too. That’s what he tells himself at least.

Tells himself that you need to be cleaned up so this night feels better for you.

Right?

So he’s taking a hold of his cock, fist wrapping around the base. “You uh, -… You wanna clean her up for me, Munson?” An offering to Eddie. He can either go right for your pussy and pretend that Steve wasn’t asking to suck him off.

And you’re not even offended when he picks Steve. Because the sight of Eddie Munson sucking you off of Steve’s dick?

Steve’s moaning as Eddie wraps his lips around his cock. Swirling his tongue around the tip before working on taking more length. Your fingers are back on your pussy and fuck you really did need to be cleaned up. You’ve got two fingers pushed into yourself, and while it doesn’t match how full you just felt, the view makes up for it. 

The sight doesn’t last long, Steve pulling himself out of Eddie’s mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’. “Not gonna last much longer if we keep this up.” And to his credit, Eddie’s pouting. His fingers touching his lips as he remembers the feeling but he’s nodding nonetheless. 

Your nails are digging into Steve’s back, clinging to him as if he were a lifeboat while you're drowning in all these sensations. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes and Steve’s cupping your face to wipe them away while Eddie adjusts himself until the three of you are as comfortable as possible. There’s Eddie’s lips at the back of your shoulder pressing a tender kiss as Steve speaks, “Words. How are you doing? Too much?”

It takes you a moment to collect yourself but you’re finally able to muster up a lopsided smile for him, nodding with your head bumping against Eddie’s. “Good, so good. Thank you for checking on me.” You slide a hand through the hair on the nape of Eddie’s neck, giving him a kiss as Steve pushes back into you.

You only get a few more kisses before Eddie has to pull back - He’s starting to get hard again and it hurts. He decides he has to try even harder to make sure he gets out of this alive just on the off chance you two ever invite him in again. 

Steve takes this as his chance to lean in, pressing his chest flat against yours as he bends you in half. There’s a warm hand cupping your jaw and you wait until he gets closer, your lips finally touching so you’re able to keep your voice low. “Always so good to me, Stevie. Treat me so well… Treat this pussy so good. Love belonging to you.”

He’s groaning into your mouth, savoring every word you give him. “Gonna make my pretty girl cum…. Can feel how bad you need me. Fuck, squeezing me so tight.” Steve starts to pick up the pace and jackhammers himself into you. Relentless, claiming. All you can do is lay there and take your boyfriend. He knows how bad you need to finish, how badly you need him. The coarse pubes at the base of his cock keep brushing against your overstimulated clit and you cry out, arching your back up into him as you start to black out from this level of pleasure. Spots in your vision, no thoughts in your head. Just pure pleasure taking over your body.

There’s not much warning when your orgasm finally hits your body. Your back arching off of the bed and legs starting to shake as it vibrates through every inch of your being. The loud, lewd sounds coming out of you making everyone thankful they’re so far into the woods. Steve’s slowing his pace while he fucks you through the sensation, warm arms wrapping around your body after he drops your legs to let them fall to the side of you two. He’s shushing you, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck. “That’s it, Baby. Let go, I’ve got you. Such a good girl for me.” 

Steve's orgasm comes quickly after yours, the spasms of your core milking it out of him. You know he's going to be scratched and bruised tomorrow morning from the way you're desperately clinging to him at the feeling of being so, so full. You wanna offer him the same reassurance but there’s nothing able to come out of you except a mess of ‘Love you. Love you so much’ which makes his heart tug.

He’s pulling back after the two of you have a moment to collect yourselves, looking at you all blissed out and your body fully relaxed after having been used as much as one could probably withstand. Your head is still tilted back against the pillow, his fingers pushing through your hair as it keeps sticking to your damp forehead each time you adjust. It’s kind of endearing how gentle he’s being with you considering how filthy the three of you have been. 

Your whines fill the room as Steve pulls out of you, falling flat against the bed next to you. His fingers tangle together with yours as he still craves your touch. 

Eddie had left the room towards the end of your intercourse - The moment so intimate that he felt as though he was intruding. He’s sneaking back in, giving the sight of you two sprawled out on the bed a fond little smile as he sits down cups of water on the side table. The least he could do was attempt to take care of the both of you the best he could.

He’s stepping over to stand between the two of you, a warm hand cupping your knees to give them a gentle squeeze. That’s when this sneaky little idea comes to Eddie. Your eyes are closed, giving an appreciative hum at the affection felt between Steve’s touch and Eddie rubbing his hand higher along your thighs. 

It’s quiet for a moment as Steve lays on his back next to you. One hand behind his head, the other grabbing you still the only warning you get is a shuffling on the bed before - 

“Holy fuck, Eddie.” 

His head is between your thighs, tongue dragging right between your folds. Your back is arching while your hands come down to lace in his hair. Steve’s slacked jaw, watching as Eddie begins licking you out. His cock is giving a painful twitch, still sensitive but it’s a damn fine sight.

Eddie’s dipping his tongue into you, curling it just right to collect whatever he can get. Your hips are starting to rock up against his face but the sensation is just too much. He takes your choked out whimpers as a sign. Pulling away from you with this practically pornographic pop of his lips as his suction is lost against you. His lips are shiny, eyes trained on Steve. 

You watch as Eddie shuffles forward, reaching out to cup Steve’s chin. The sight above you? It’s addicting. Eddie’s thumb drags across Steve’s lips and he’s quickly letting his jaw fall open under the touch. 

Eddie’s leaning forward and you gasp as he spits into Steve’s mouth. A mixture of you, Eddie, and Steve being shared between the two. Steve’s groaning and your eyes are trained on his neck as you watch him swallow. 

Next there’s Eddie’s warm hand around your throat. His eyes are so playful, so cocky as he looks down at you. You know what’s expected of you and open your mouth before you’re asked. The reward? Eddie’s hand tightening around your throat. You’re reaching out to grab his hip, nails digging into his flesh while he leans over you a bit more to get the angle right. Like he said earlier, he doesn’t want anything going to waste. 

Eddie’s spitting the rest of what he has into your mouth, his hand coming up from your throat so his thumb can come between your lips. You close your mouth around it, Eddie feeling as you swallow what was given to you.“Uh -“ Eddie’s cheeks go this pretty shade of pink and he refuses to look at either of you, “Not to make this all weird and shit, but thank you guys for doing that with me. Never fuckin’ expected to lose my virginity to Steve Harrington and his hot ass girlfriend. But it was good.”

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Save a Horse, Ride a (Space) Cowboy

tom ryder x reader 2.2k words

summary: Tom in his space cowboy outfit really does something to you. Something that makes you forget about everything else.

tw! almost smut. really basically smut.

(THE PICTURE HAS BEEN UPGRADED YESSSS!!!!! thank you all for bearing with me <3)

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It's hot. It's unbearably fucking hot. You're sweaty, your shirt is sticking to your back, your sun hat seems to have no effect at all anymore and that Tom is running around right in front of your face in that gods damned space cowboy outfit is not helping at fucking all to cool you down.

Fucking hell.

It's genuinely not funny anymore.

Tom himself had you rubbing your thighs together more than often enough, but with that fucking cowboy hat on too now? Holy shit.

The only good thing about the desert heat is that you can blame the sweaty stickiness you're feeling on the temperature, the sun and the sand. Maybe not how you've soaked through your underwear, but... It's a start, at least. It's probably why Tom hasn't subjected you to one of his scrutinising stares yet - one of those with raised eyebrows and his whole attention focused on you.

You're restless because of the sand. Sweaty because of the sun. Avoiding his gaze because you're so uncomfortable in this blazing hot weather.

...Yeah.

"One more take and we're done", Jody shouts. You can hardly bite back a groan. Wonderful. One more time you'll have to watch Tom run around in that fucking outfit. At this point, it's close to torture. A part of you wants to just dash back to the trailer and take a very, very, very cold shower.

But you can't, this is your job, so you close your lips around the straw sticking out of your water bottle and watch. Watch Tom in that goddamn cowboy hat save his alien princess.

"You're drooling", Venti whispers, startling you so badly you flinch away from her. God, she has a fucking talent for appearing in places she shouldn't be.

"Fuck off", you mutter, your eyes clinging right back to Tom as he wraps his arms around his co-star. Oh, you'd very much like to switch places with her right now - even in this boiling desert hell.

"You know, technically, he's your boss", Venti goes on, entirely undeterred by your not-so workplace friendly language.

"Technically, he's my boyfriend", you bite right back at her, trying hard not to get weak in the knees as the camera zooms in closely on Tom's face, all big eyes and chiseled features appearing on the display next to you. He's fucking marvellous, goddamn him.

You still don't know just how he's your boyfriend. Venti's right - technically, he's your boss. You'd applied as his assistant one day and now here you are, dating the most famous action star of the moment. And he really does have it all: the face, the fame, the green. You're not quite sure he's even real, to be completely honest. A tiny part of you is constantly dreading that when you open your eyes in the morning, it'll turn out he's nothing but a fever dream after all. Or a hallucination. Maybe you're crazy.

"Alright, we got it!", Jody shouts, pulls you from your thoughts - from the way you'd been ogling him - and drags you back to reality. You hadn't even realised you'd started chewing on your lip. "Great shot, really, well done, we're gonna take a break before we shoot the next scene!"

The word break echoes in your mind like a fucking hallelujah. With a start, you rush towards Tom, almost stumbling over your own two feet as you grab his water bottle and hold it out for him.

"Here", you breathe, hoping, praying you don't look as debauched as you feel. Then again, you've sweated through the few layers you're wearing, so you probably do.

"Thanks, love", he smiles, reaches for the bottle and takes a sip. Then he looks you down. And up. And down. And up again. And your hoping, your praying crumbles right down to nothing, because he gives you that very stare you'd been dreading, the one that shoots like x-rays through your body and lays you bare for him. "You feeling good? You look hot."

Fuck, you are hot. Just not because of the blaring sun.

"I'm fine", you lie, even though you can feel your cheeks warm further. Just watching him close up on a screen is already enough to get you wet, but to have him this close up? That's even worse. "Just the temperature, I guess."

You shrug for good measure, but he still doesn't seem all that convinced. He eyes you once more, trailing his gaze down your body, then up again. It's hard to keep upright at this point. God, that outfit he's wearing really does something to you.

"Do you want to eat?", you blurt out, anything to get him to stop scrutinizing you. And to actually do your job. "I could get something from the buffet, take it to the trailer or-"

"I could eat", he interrupts, the corners of his lips tugging up. His sudden grin distracts you. Mindlessly, you nod along.

"Sure, I'll find something you like", you mutter, ready to turn and plunder the buffet table when his hand closes around your arm. Your heels all but dig into the sand below. He really has too much of an effect on you. You could easily slip out of his grip if you wanted, and yet you're frozen in place.

"You know what I'd like right now, baby?", he asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he takes a step closer. Fuck, he's so handsome. "You."

Barely three minutes later, he's got you pressed against the inside of the trailer door, cold metal against scorching skin as you try to catch your breath. You're panting, cheeks surely flashing red, and you'd like to blame that on the sun, on the sand, on the desert - but it's him, it's him, only him. It's him and that goddamn space cowboy outfit they'd put him in.

"Tom", you breathe, your fingers cramped around the collar of his shirt, clenched so tightly that your knuckles have turned white. He's real, he must be. You just can't quite figure out how.

"You good?", he asks, his voice deeper and a little breathy around the edges.

"No", you chuckle truthfully, your fingertips dipping beneath his collar and brushing over his skin instead. Your eyes drag right after them, drinking in the bit of bare chest his costume exposes. And that fucking golden necklace, just dangling from his neck like it's not driving you fucking insane.

"Still because of the heat, baby?", he asks, grinning widely when your eyes flicker back up at his face. His tone borders on mocking. Goddamn.

You should have known.

You should have known that he knows.

Because of course he knows. Of course he'd realised that you'd been fidgety and hot and bothered for entirely different reasons than the rest of the crew. Not because of the sun and sand and desert, but because of him. Because of him and that outfit.

"No", you admit quietly, your eyes dropping back down to his necklace as your fingers work open the first buckle of his vest. There's no way you could possibly lie to him when he's got you this close. "Not because of the heat."

It's honestly a miracle that you can even talk while you're undoing his clothes.

"Oh?", he asks, his hands tightening on your waist as you open his vest and rest your palms against his button-up for just a moment. "Because of what, then?"

You bite down on your lip to keep your grin at bay, even as his thumbs sneak below the hem of your shirt. His fingers graze your skin and, as if he hadn't already done enough to you, shoot sparks right down to your core.

"You", you mutter truthfully, drag your palms up to his collar again and begin loosening the buttons of his shirt. You want your hands on him. You want to finally touch him. You're basically melting for him, melting into him, and you want to get that shirt open now. "And this fucking costume. Space cowboy, who had that idea, anyway?"

Tom chuckles at your sudden honesty.

"Jody", he says, all matter-of-factly as you scoff at him and pop open one button after the other. By now, you can feel yourself dripping down your thighs. You're not sure whether it's sweat or not - you're just sure that you need to touch him and him to touch you. Now. Or you'll end up a puddle on the floor.

"Fucking cheers to Jody", you mutter, tearing his shirt open, steadying your palms against his bare, so very, very bare skin and taking a deep, deep breath in. Fuck. He's gorgeous. Drop-dead fucking gorgeous. All abs and hard muscles, warm and sweaty against your fingertips, so enticing, so inviting. You run your hands up, then down his torso, slowly enough to take in every inch you can touch. You could do this for the rest of your life.

"Didn't think you'd be so into it, baby", he murmurs, his fingers dragging fully beneath your shirt now and trailing over your stomach. Usually, he's got you naked and begging within seconds - but he always does like it just a little too much when you marvel at him this openly. It's an ego boost he doesn't need.

"Fuck, I'm into you", you whisper, your eyes catching on his necklace again. O-fucking-kay. So it's definitely not just him. As if in reflex, your finger hooks into the chain dangling from his neck. God, you've been waiting to do that ever since you'd seen him in this damned outfit for the first time. "But the cowboy hat has its effect."

Tom grins and grabs at your waist, pushes you firmly against the door and fuck, he's hard, he's-

"Just the hat?", he asks as your finger tightens around his necklace, as you tug. Tug him right into you, tug him so close that you can feel his breath on your lips.

"No", you smile, your eyes fluttering shut. "Not just the hat."

And then you pull him in and kiss him.

He's pressed against you, his shirt open, his hands on your waist, and he's all but crowding you against the door. His beard scratches against your skin in such a heavenly way you can hardly keep from pushing back against him. He really shouldn't be such a good kisser, not when he's also that good-looking, that talented, that famous, and that rich. He's truly got it all. And you can't do anything but melt into his arms, melt against his body, melt... quite literally.

"Tom", you moan, barely above a breath as you pull at his necklace and drag your free hand down, down, down to his waistband. Your fingertips catch on the button of his pants. "Fuck me."

He's just pulling his arms away from your waist and grabbing for your thighs, grabbing to wrap your legs around him when there's a sharp knock at the trailer door. You startle so badly you flinch and so does he, stumbling further into the trailer, knocking against each other, tripping over each other, steadying yourselves in just the right moment before the door opens.

Gail.

Standing in the bright light of the sun, her sunglasses high on her nose, her expression nothing short of frantic, one hand on the doorknob and the other curled like she's trying to strangle the fucking air.

"Ryder", she seethes, then pauses and takes a deep breath. You're so shocked you can't do anything but stare at her like a deer caught in headlights. "Take off your fucking mic before you hook up with your girlfriend."

Tom scrambles to pull out the tiny, fuzzy microphone stuck to his vest. He holds it in his hands for one, two seconds, his eyes wide as he stares at it - then he chucks it at Gail, who doesn't even make a move to catch it before it lands on the ground.

Embarassment shoots through your veins, glues you into spot and if you hadn't been flushed, sweaty and trembling already, you surely would be now.

Holy fucking shit.

Tom had been wearing his mic.

He'd been wearing his fucking mic during all of this.

The entire fucking crew had listened in on you and him making out.

Gail turns around and lets the door fall shut, one deafening thump of metal against metal that tears you from your spiralling mind and hurls you straight back to reality.

"Tom", you gasp, balling your hand into a fist and hitting him right in the chest with it. "You didn't take off your fucking mic?"

He doesn't even have the decency to look apologetic as he shrugs. No, there's already a grin licking at his lips again, a grin that tells you he's neither embarrassed nor going to remember taking his mic off the next time.

"I had so much more important things to think about", he chuckles, wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close again.

He's still half-naked.

You feel your breath hitch.

"Tom", you mutter, your fist resting against his chest. He can't be fucking serious. He cannot be fucking serious. You're burning with embarrassment, petrified with shock - and he's already pulling you in again, his palms rubbing into your back. "You horny bastard."

He's already pressed his lips to yours before you can finish, and despite yourself, you have to grin.

"Promise you'll take your mic off next time", you mumble into him, then you're throwing your arms around his neck and pushing into him.

He's a lost cause. You know that. But it never hurts to try.

[kittyamore0]

Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 3]

Cw: blood, murder, sexual themes, GN! Reader, blood kink, sex mentions

CHARACTERS: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Kurt Kunkle, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lector, Normal Bates

BO SINCLAIR

He was trying to lure in victims into his house for Vincent to kill

"Let me help you with that,"

BAM!

Blood splatters all over him

"THE FUCK-"

He's absolutely shocked

The hell did you come from?

"Sorry, Baby Bo."

He's finally staring at you, and you're holding a goddamn bat

A bloody bat.

Theres blood on him.

And it belongs to the person he was trying to lure in...

click. He could quite literally hear that noise as it finally clicked in his mind about what you had done

You just killed the person he was trying to lure in...

"H-HOLY SHIT!-"

"Y-YOU JUST?!-"

"WHERE DID YOU?!-"

"HUH?!"

He's just staring at you while you wipe the blood off his messy, bloody shirt

He snaps out of his daze when you land quick peck on his chapped lips

And where you this hot...?!

Needless to say, hes was very shocked and confused.

He still is, but hes come to an acceptance that you also kill people

LESTER SINCLAIR

"Les, i got something!"

"coming!"

He hopped in the truck and ruffled your hair

"Good job! What animal did you get?"

"You'll see~"

What in the hell did you mean by that.

He shrugged it off and let you drive

He noticed that the closer you guys got to your catch, the animals did in fact NOT look like animals

It looks like two people inspecting 4 dead bodies

wait,

WHAT THE FUCK-

Blood spilled all over the car windows

You just sat there laughing

When he got into the truck, he was expecting you got a roadkill

NOT FUCKING 6 HUMAN DEAD BODIES

He's shocked, he will not get over this

"O-oh, well, i have a killer S/O. That's nice..."

He's trying to rethink his life while you're just sitting there hugging him with dead bodies in front of the car

BUBBA SAWYER

He had just come back from chasing around a group full of boys and girls

He was very upset

He only managed to get 3 out of 6!

the other 3 went missing

He just assumed they had escaped

Though, there was no trail that they had escaped

Which confused him greatly

He noticed you cutting up something

Then he saw three heads and one alive chicken

Just what he needed

Some nice dinner

Wait.

Where'd you get those heads?

WAIT WERE THOSE THE OTHER THREE?!-

"Hey, Bub. These rascals were running around the house, and i wasn't going to let them make a mess here."

He's silent for a minute

"Bub? is something wrong?-"

You yelped when he picked you up and hugged your body against his

Happy babbling from him

KURT KUNKLE

Lets all be honest,

You both would use both of you're craziness to get fame

You would wear a mask while filming yourself stabbing someone

He would pretend that its special effects

Only on Halloween since its more believable

Has you hiding in the trunk of the car so you can pop out and slit the persons throat

Will actually laugh at this

He'll do those couple challenges with you after you'd just killed someone

Just watches you as you kill one of his passengers

Will automatically say 'no' if someone asked for help

He'll start driving crazy fast just to scare the passengers

Not too fast where the cops had to stop him though

He first met you when you were robbing a convenience store

You had a mask on and a gun held in your hand

He was confused on how the police hadnt come yet

That was until he saw that the cameras were shot down

You had killed almost everyone and was money and some snacks

You noticed his figure standing there, so you pointed your gun at him

"Woah, woah! Lets calm down now, alright?"

You held your gun down

You thought he was cute

He was your type

So, you just hopped over the counter and grabbed him

"W-wait, where we going?!-"

You ran out of the back door and into an alleyway

You took off your mask and put your index finger to your lips

He thought you was mad cute

"U-uh, so, whats your n-name? im Kurt-"

"Shut up, and move faster."

PATRICK BATEMAN

He honestly would not care

Oh, you kill?

Well, he kills too!

He would most likely team up with you, his S/O, to get rid of people who annoyed him

He thinks you're attractive when you kill

Sex after you or him had killed

He would literally go DOWN on you

slight blood kink

But doesn't like it when you have someone else's blood on you while you two are getting intimate

Doesn't like someone else's blood on him either

So, he'll shower or have you shower first

And after that, he'll pull out that knife and make little nips and cuts on your body

One way of him marking you

He'll show you off even more

He honestly knows if someone tried flirting with you, they'd be gone

And not because of him

HANNIBAL LECTOR

He came home and couldnt find you

He had checked everywhere in the house, except for one place

The garage

He opened the garage door to see you holding 2 huge bagged items

And 4 un-bagged...

Human bodies...

And 3 chickens

"Han! We ran out of food, so i got what you liked and something for me as well. Do remind me, which organ do you like best?"

He was shocked to say

But he quickly got over it

"Any is fine, dear."

He had a sincere smile plastered on his face

This made him feel more secure about you

His S/O went through the trouble to make him dinner that fits his interesting taste?

How...

Lovely.

He would have to find out a way to repay you

NORMAN BATES

He liked you. A lot.

But his mother didnt

At first.

You stepped into the bates motel with someone else with you

Norma, Normans mother, was already judging you

Norma took over when you went into your room with that other person

He made it towards your room, in front of your door

Then he heard screams

Norma was absolutely shocked

He used the master key to open the door and saw you murdering the other person you had come into the motel with

Norma took a liking to you

Someone who was like her son...

She didn't like the thought of her son, Norman, around people like you

But you were an exception

Norman had also liked you

The next day, Norman had took it upon himself to talk to you

Norma had encouraged him too

"H-hi, Im-Im Norman."

"Hello, Norman."

He fainted.

[sailing-through-hawkins]

had this in my head and then saw this post by @babyboyargyle so i took it as a sign to write it out! it's not perfect but it was fun (*^▽^*)

Say what you want to about monsters and killers and the apocalypse but at least this time they've got all-day access to pizza. Steve doesn't really know where this guy came from but damn, he makes a great margherita.

"Guys, this is Argyle," Jonathan introduces, waving towards a man with very, very long hair, holy shit.

Steve takes a second from hammering nails into the fifth bat that he's been tossed to give the guy a nod. He nods back, eyes flitting between the bat in Steve's hands to the bandages wrapped around his waist. But Steve's used to everyone keeping an eye on his wounds, from his stomach to his back to his arms to his head. He's a magnet for damage, that's just how it is.

"Hey man," Steve greets with a wave and gets back to hammering. "Welcome to the shitshow."

"Y-yeah," Argyle swallows with another nod. "Glad to be here."

At first, he seemed like a great addition. Argyle's funny, chill in a way that Steve hasn't experienced since '83, maybe even before that. Despite all the monsters lurking and the crackling in the air, dude kept his cool and got to work on food supplies and even teaching everyone how to do tracking shit like something out of a nature show.

But then, on their way back to the base (also known as Steve's fucking house), Jonathan's team is almost swarmed by demodogs and Steve and Robin have to run out to give 'em hell.

Ha, giving hell to the hellbeasts. Is that irony? Dustin would call it irony, Steve thinks.

After a little carnage and some (very therapeutic, according to Robin) violence, they manage to annihilate the 'dogs and get Will to throw their tracks off so they have their safe zone for a bit longer at least, but Argyle is quiet and frantic-eyed the entire walk home. It unsettles Steve, all that antsy energy building up under the surface.

Once safely inside, Jonathan and Nancy start on organizing the new supplies. It's when Jonathan manages to drop a water bottle that all that tension finally bursts.

"Shit, oh man, shit, shit, oh my god!" Argyle's pacing back and forth, hands scrunching up into his scalp which, yikes, not a good look for that mane. "This is so messed up, this is crazy, this is so messed up!"

Jonathan steps forward with a, "Argyle, Argyle, listen -"

"No, no, no, last time I listened to you, there was an open grave in front of me and now there's like fifty thousand demons out there! The world is fucking crazy right now, man, I am freaking out! I am -"

Okay, damage control time.

"Hey, hey, hey -" Steve shifts himself into Argyle's line of sight, holding his hands up and letting out a low whistle. "Dude, take a breath, alright?"

Which is apparently all the guy needs to latch his hands onto Steve's shoulders very, very tightly, holy shit, this guy's grip. "How am I supposed to breathe when -"

"Look at me, in-and-out, alright?" Steve exaggerates his own breathing, letting Argyle take his time in copying the motions. "In, out, in, out, you're doing good. It's pretty scary out here, huh?"

Argyle's grip on his shoulders tenses but Steve quickly grabs onto his wrists, gives them a short squeeze, and suddenly all that tension deflates. Which means physical contact is a go for reassurance, nice. "Yeah."

"I get it, man, I do. First time I got into this shit? I was ready to hightail it outta there and never look back, y'know?" He looks up from under his lashes, giving the guy what he hopes is a comforting smile. Judging by the hitch in his breath, it's not as comforting as Steve hopes. "But I get the feeling you're a ride-or-die type, right?"

Argyle shrugs, eyes fixated on Steve like he's the last hope he's got. No pressure.

"Look, I can't like - I can't guarantee much, wouldn't wanna jinx anything, but we're going to handle this, alright?" Damn, his hands are really warm. Is it because he's stressed? Even Steve doesn't run this warm when he's stressed, dude must be keeping a lot of anxiety under all that...weed? California weed? Whatever, focus, Steve. "It's not our first or second, not even third rodeo with this shit, we can absolutely handle it."

"You can handle it," Argyle says in what Steve thinks might be...petulant? Oh, that's fun, this guy is totally going to be fun to have around for the long haul. "Man, I don't even know what the hell is going on anywhere anymore."

Steve laughs, rubbing circles into Argyle's skin with his thumb. He's definitely wired up but that tight spark of panic in his eye is getting dimmer, so the contact might actually be working here. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't think any of us know what's happening."

"How -"

"That's the thing, we don't need all the answers right now," Steve pats his wrist and tries a different kind of smile this time which, judging by the way Argyle's gulping and kind of just staring at him, might be working? Okay, fifty-fifty on that. "Just need to figure it out one step at a time."

"I don't - I'm kinda freaking out here, dude," Argyle confesses, like it wasn't kinda obvious for everyone in the room, as he lets go of Steve's shoulders (fuck, his grip is killer, there's definitely gonna be marks tomorrow) and lets his hands hang by his waist in a really sad way. Steve nods, patting his shoulder and gently leading him to the closest chair he can find (of course it's the sofa Mike left his socks on, god damn it Wheeler). "I'm not cut out for this freaky stuff, man, what if - what if we don't make it -"

"Hey," Steve says sharply, immediately regretting it when Argyle flinches at his tone. Take a breath, relax, the guy's worried, that's all. Steve softens his voice, and rubs a hand down his back when he buries his face in his hands. Huh, that's a quality shirt. "Hey, I get it. Believe me, I know how overwhelming this all is when you've got like, zero clue how it all happened. But I got your back here, dude, I'll watch your six."

And woah. Argyle snaps his face back to Steve, eyes wide and mouth just slightly agape. "You what?"

"'S kinda my job," Steve shrugs, continuing to rub his back so he can figure out why this material feels so familiar, what the hell.  "I'm the babysitter," - ignore Mike's affronted scoff, stay focused - "I keep track with the whole newbie thing most of the time. I mean like, we all got your back but y'know - like -  I'll personally make sure nothing happens to you, if that helps?"

Argyle stares at him for a few seconds, making it really hard not to squirm in the silence. Steve settles for scratching at his nose, finally taking his hand off that damned shirt, the fuck kind of brand is it?! Not important, focus, focus.

"Uh, sorry if that - I didn't mean to come on too strong or anything -"

"Holy shit, dude," Argyle breathes out, one of his (very warm) hands coming down to grip Steve's knee. "You're like, a godsend."

"Oh, uh, thank you?" Steve blinks when Argyle beams at him and pats his knee. Huh, maybe he's getting better at this comforting stuff. "Are - you good now?"

"Hell yes, my friend, I have a killer beast 'watching my six', don't I?" Argyle winks and shit, Steve's wounds must be inflaming again, his skin feels hot. "Now who's ready for some pie!"

Steve watches as he swoops up, practically glowing with such a positive energy it's kind of giving him whiplash. He stares as Argyle makes his way to the kitchen, snatching another glance back at Steve and giving him a wide grin, another wink and a salute before he disappears.

"What just happened?" Steve blinks again.

Jonathan pats his shoulder in sympathy which, uh, why? "You've just been Argyle'd."

"What does that even mean?" Steve splutters because what the hell is even happening. "And what did he mean by an open grave?"

"It's a long story," Jonathan sighs and gives him another pat. "Tell you once you help me sort out the water supply."

"The supply that you were supposed to figure out before you left, that water supply?"

"Fuck you," Jonathan grins and Steve shakes off the buzzing heat under his skin.

Everything's fine, all is cool. Just gotta keep an extra eye on Argyle.

Easy-peasy. Fuck, please be easy-peasy.

[fallingrealms16]

Sterek Fic Recs PART7 <333

i cannot believe i have read enough sterek fic to be able to make a part 7?!?! It's been over a year and between work and my social life all i do is read, read, read! (special fic recs for @singer7777 at the bottom) well here it is, sterek fic recs part 7, LETS GO

(ps. this is a long post so buckle in)

1. This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam

38K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 190K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents' death. But Derek's in the popular group, he's a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn't have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship. And it all begins with two white boards.

2. But Then What... by Stoney

24K Words // Chapters: 3/3 // Hits: 182K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him. Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

3. When You're Close I Feel the Sparks by Leslie_Knope

39K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 156K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

The guy is hot as hell, sure—leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles' poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year. “We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”

4. What To Expect When You're Expecting (A Litter of Sourwolf Puppies) by Brego_Mellon_Nin

17K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 176K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

The Sheriff sighs and plops down in a chair opposite his son. “Stiles, I’m going crazy here. We need to get you to a doctor. You sleep like you’re trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records, and your eating habits are bizarre! You vomit around the clock and for some reason only the tea your mother used when she was pregnant will get your stomach to settle down for any length of time. Is there something you aren’t telling me? Can werewolves get guys pregnant? I’ve noticed how you look at that Hale kid-” Stiles meeps and flails, sloshing tea down his front. Luckily it’s not scalding anymore, but still hot, so he jumps up and wrenches his shirt off. “God, dad, no! Guys can’t get pregnant, that’s ridiculous, it’s like...” “Like werewolves being real?” his dad questions, deadpan.

5. More Than Biology by DiscontentedWinter

45K Words // Chapters: 13/13 // Hits: 60K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Stiles is a teenaged, unmated omega whose sixteenth birthday is fast approaching. Derek is the beta who loves him, and promises to claim him. And then it all goes to hell.

SPECIAL FIC RECS:

1. The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

163K Words // Chapters: 9/9 // Hits: 74K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!” Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’ “Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind. “Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!

2. Whisper Through the Din by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan)

38K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 11K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

He wasn’t good at knowing the best thing to say, knowing how to comfort someone. He never had been. That had always been his mom or Laura. He thought of them then, of his mom’s warm eyes and Laura’s thoughtful expression. He remembered that night she’d tucked him into the Camaro, smoke still clinging to their hair and clothes, remembered what she’d said and he thought those words would stick with him until the day he died. He watched Stiles for a long heartbeat; his own head slightly cocked as he listened to Stiles’s heart simmer back from the enraged crescendo it’d worked itself into. When it settled back to something sad and steady, like the vibration on a string instrument, Derek offered an uncertain echo of Laura’s words. “We’ll work this out, Stiles.”

3. This isn’t the OK!Cupid I thought I was signing up for by changez

21K Words // Chapters: 12/12 // Hits: 8K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

Stiles and Scott are enjoying their relatively quiet life on the East Coast, but everything is turned upside down by the appearance of a very familiar black wolf stalking the nearby woods. A lone hunter forces Derek to make a last second decision to give Stiles the bite to save his life, but the circumstances bring a seemingly fairytale legend to reality. Derek feels remorse for what he’s done to Stiles, but before he can make amends, he’s captured. Stiles will have to come to terms with more than just the bite before it’s too late.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: Roy has to fly out somewhere for a recruitment event. When Jamie takes him to the airport they say goodbye, both of them holding back tears. They are absolutely miserable without each other, especially when something happens that delays the event so Roy has to stay for a bit longer. Roy is an even more glowering and grouchy version of himself and even though he secures several new prospects for Richmond, he just can't bring himself to celebrate. He goes to his hotel room just wanting to call Jamie and go to bed, so imagine his surprise when he opens the door to find Jamie Tartt waiting for him wearing nothing but a pleased little smirk and love shining in his eyes?

🚨WOOP WHOOP THATS THE SOUND OF THE HORNY POLICE 🚨

(It’s okay anon we can be bunk mates in jail)

Roy fucking loved zoom calls. He could mute people, he could not talk, he could have Jamie in the room and no one would know.

Fucking in person recruiting. Fucking Josh who got the date wrong so he’s flying in tomorrow. What kind of name is Josh anyway.

He knows he was more of a grouch then usual, but in his defense he had to cancel his 9am flight back to Jamie.

London.

Home.

Jamie.

Whatever the fuck. It doesn’t matter now because Josh made him stick around for another three days.

Josh had better have a foot touched by god and all the fucking wisemen.

Roy slams his room key into the sensor. It blinks red.

Fucking seriously. He slams his way back into the elevator, fuck it might as well call Jamie.

It rings for a good few seconds before he picks up.

“Roy! How’d the extra first day go?”

Roy leans against the wall watching the number tick down. “Hell. I want to strangle Josh but I can’t because he won’t even be here until tomorrow.”

Roy hears their bed squeak, Jamie rolling around. “That fuckin sucks. I miss you.”

There’s a hint of something in Jamie’s voice. He can’t quite tell what. “Did you at least do anything fun today baby?”

Jamie laughs, Roy can picture him perfectly in their bed sheets tossed around, bare skin for miles. He wishes he wasn’t standing in the lobby of a hotel getting a new key.

“Nothing crazy. Bought some new sweats. Planned out a hike to take Phoebe on.”

“I love you.”

He hears Jamie sigh, “I love you too, miss you like crazy. I hate to cut this short but I think Marigold is caught on something I’ve gotta go love you!”

Roy opens his mouth return the sentiment but just hears the beep of the tone.

Christ this key better work.

He slams it into place again, green.

He opens the door and sets the bag down, weird he doesn’t remember leaving a lamp on. Probably house keeping.

He walks into the room.

Jamie.

Holy shit Jamie.

Jamie laughs, Roy must’ve said that last part out loud.

“Baby why are you here??”

Jamie gets up off the bed, Roy now notices Jamie is in fact not wearing any clothing. “Thought I’d surprise you, had Beard deactivate your room key so I’d have a bit of warning.”

“You little prick. How.

“Movie magic baby. But really I’ve got a lot of unused miles and couldn’t take another three days.”Jamie runs a hand across and down Roy’s chest, lightly toying with the waistline of the jeans.

Roy lunges forward, he shoves Jamie back onto the bed, flips him over.

“You aren’t leaving this bed tonight, or in the morning. You are going to fucking limp and look like you belong to me by the end.

Jamie let’s out a moan, “please god Roy touch me.” He reaches back and grabs a handful of hair lightly pulling to try and make Roy go faster.

Roy starts biting his was from neck to ass, he’s not going to miss a spot, they’ve got time.

—

“Roy I can’t fucking stand is this how are we supposed to go sight seeing.”

“Baby you are the sights, keep complaining and I’ll spank you.”

“Ooh honey don’t threaten me with that.”

*the smack heard round the world*

[brook-e-lynns]

KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER |JOEL MILLER| SERIES

SERIES MASTERLIST // NEXT PART

Part one.

Summary : Joel and Ellie have been on the run for a while but things change when they find a woman who has been locked in a basement for too long.

SPOILERS FOR BOTH GAMES AND THE SHOW!

Warnings: Angst, abuse, kidnapping, blood and violence, hurt/comfort.

Note: I’m really just gonna jump right into this and it’s gonna be a crazy start.

Not edited or beta’d

Any type of feedback is greatly appreciated

Enjoy!

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"Can you keep up, we gotta get there before it gets dark or else we're stuck in the open" joel urges his fingers looped around the right strap of his backpack. "wait wait wait listen to this one" Ellie runs in front of Joel walking backwards to look at him.

"what did the blanket say when it fell off the bed" a long pause of Joel ignoring Ellie. Her smile growing

"oh sheet" she giggles slapping his arm with her book he releases a deep sigh sick of Ellie's stupid dad jokes.

The journey continued, until they found an old store trailing away from the old dirt road into the long overgrown grass to the building. Joel motions for Ellie to get low to a kneel Holding his gun in front of him. Joel does his check making sure they can enter.

"Look for supplies" he motions for her to go in " but keep quiet"

Ellie digs through the broken shelves pulling old wrappers from the floor the dirt and debris covering what's left of the tiles. Ellie's head whips towards the staircase door with the sound of banging. " Joel" she calls in a hushed harsh voice trying to get his attention. "Joel did you hear that" Joel's brows pinch together once he finally hears whatever the hell she was talking about. "Stay behind me and get your knife out" Ellie quickly pulls her backpack in front of her, whipping her knife out of the front pocket, zipping it back up, swinging it back over her shoulder.

A loud shriek comes from the staircase "do you think was a-" she was cut off by a gunshot

Silence.

Ellie's eyes widened knowing that if it was, it's dead now. " Are we gonna go down?" She asks her knuckles turning white from the amount of pressure she is applying to the hilt of her knife.

" Keep your distance, is that clear?!" his eyes narrow at her making sure she understands "crystal"

Joel's hands tighten around his gun ready for whatever is down those stairs, all he knew was something was still alive down there or infected.

Taking each step with caution. Looking around his surroundings smeared blood that was definitely fresh from someone or something and the bloody footprints. "Joel" she sheethes quietly. He ignores her taking another step " asshole" she mumbles under her breath.

"Ellie give me your flashlight!" Of course he has his own but Ellie's was easier to access in the time that they had. Ellie stares at him with a dumb founded look before taking a step back up towards the top of the stairs flipping a light switch, the hallway illuminating.

"Well mr grumpy pants, I checked my surroundings, unlike someone" she says back in her regular sarcastic tone.

A quick shuffle comes from the room at the bottom of the stairs. Joel takes the last few steps down. His eyes search the room for the source of the sound.

Staring at the bodies on the ground before they land on you.

Your hands shaking as you point the gun straight at him, your knees are tucked into your chest not wanting to leave your corner, there's blood splattered across your face and chest mixing with tears as they stream down your cheeks. your body heaving in deep breaths. "holy shit" Ellie mumbles , staring at the damage that you had caused to the men on the ground. "Ellie, grab the kit from my bag"

Joel sticks his hand out his palm facing you slowly inching his way towards you. "I'm gonna help you alright?" He slowly lowers himself to the ground. He flattens his palm reaching for your gun, Your body tenses pushing every part of your body as far into the corner as you could, his hand taking grasp of your gun before setting it on the ground. He reaches behind him Ellie handing him his small white box pulling out gauze and his water from the side pocket of his backpack. Placing the gauze onto the rim of his bottle before flipping it over wetting the gauze.

He inches closer" I'm not gonna hurt you I promise, but l'm gonna help you get cleaned up alright" his voice was soft and was a kind a voice that Ellie had never heard him use and he was gentle rather then his normal grumpy state.

Your body shakes the closer he gets to his hand holding the gauze coming closer to your cheeks. you suck in a startled breath,your hand quickly grabbing his wrist. Your eyes gave him the look of fear which he knew too well. " I'll be gentle," he nods. Your grip loosens. "Got a name?" He asks wiping off the blood from your face. What was the worst that could happen by trusting him, he's already treating you better then you've been treated in years.

"Stas" you whisper under your breath " is that short for anything?" He asks, you stare at him for a second before answering. "Anastasia" his fingers rub against your split lip with the damp gauze.

Ellies takes her time exploring the room staring at all the little things that could give them any hint of who you actually are and why you were here.

The singular blanket and wadded up jacket hinted that you were most likely alone and the marks on the wall that look like you've been counting.

How long have you been here, why were you here?

Ellie moves to awkwardly stand behind Joel, she has the look of curiosity plaster on her face.

She's never seen Joel so caring, not even with Tess he's gentle, and he's definitely masking his grumpiness with whatever the hell he's doing.

You let out a deep shaking breath once Joel finishes his job cleaning the blood off your face. Your jaw clenched not sure what to do now, all of you sitting in silence for a few beats before Ellie's mind had to have the answers her questions, "so" she drags on

" How long have you been down here?" You look up at the young girl wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. " a while" you say under your breath. You had known exactly how long you have been down here because everyday was torture.

The QZ definitely were not the good guys, you were found just outside of one of their zones but of course they didn't want you there, you were an outsider.

Kathleen of course was hesitant to let you in but she did. She could get whatever she wanted out of you.

You wouldn't budge so she took more drastic measures. Which is why you're in a basement in the middle of nowhere.

So to say you have trust issues would be an understatement but his hands were gentle and he was kind which is what you needed right now.

" I'm Joel, this is Ellie" he said gesturing to her, Ellie gave a small wave. " are you trying to get somewhere" you shake your head " have anywhere to go" another shake of your head.

Joel drops his head in defeat, he couldn't leave you behind after hearing how long you've been here he didn't want to risk them coming back for you.

"Damn it" he grunts" okay, you've got two options, you can stay here and figure something out or you can come with us to Wyoming and we can get you settled somewhere" he offers you to sit in silence taking in everything he had just said. If you stay here they will find you sooner or later and they won't show any mercy, but if you go with them, you won't be alone.

"Which one is safer?" You ask , your voice is still quiet.

"Neither" he admits, he sticks his hand back at you, his palm sticking up and you place your shaking hand on top of his. His soft brown eyes give you a sympathetic look. He helps you stand though you're scared your body will give out as soon as you stand.

Joel supports your body until you're completely standing up. "We've got to get moving if we want to get to bill n° franks before it gets dark '' Joel towers over you his tan jacket straining over his biceps his knuckles are bruised and red. He gives you an awkward nod motioning for you and Ellie to move up the stairs to the outside world that you weren't sure you knew what it looked like anymore, it felt strange being with people that were gentle rather than lashing and brutal.

You can't remember the last time you walked for so long. Your legs are throbbing ,the arches of your feet ache and your back is sore. "Joel are we almost there, my feet hurt and I think l'm gonna be paralyzed after this" Ellie whines, it was about the third time this trip Ellie has asked the same question.

Joel would either ignore her or he'd give her a blank answer" 'about half an hour, Ellie just hang on".

It was starting to get dark, the sky changing from its bright blue to a hues of purple and pink as the sun set " you think there's anything out here" she continued to ask questions to keep her distracted from the pain in her body. Joel didn't answer her because he didn't have an answer and he didn't want to give Ellie any false hope.

" So Stas, where are you from?" she loops her fingers around her backpack straps. "Georgia" you give a short answer. " Were you born before or after the outbreak?" She pries " before, I was seventeen" "Do you remember what it was like?" Ellie was definitely a curious kid and a hell of a talker. " | remember a lot of things" you answer.

There's a chain link fence now in view " Jesus, finally!" Ellie cries out running to the fence " I think my legs are gonna fall off"

It looks normal beyond the fence like the outbreak never happened. The houses looked like there were still people living in them, the roads were clean and the grass was green. Like a bomb was set off outside of the fence leaving the inside untouched.

Joel makes it to the fence gate punching in a code and with a loud buzz the gate opens, Ellie runs to the house with bright white walls. " Ellie slow down," Joel calls out to her. leaving you and Joel behind. "She talks a lot" he mentions causing you to let out a little laugh "I noticed, but she's a kid so I get it" he nods letting you walk through the gate first and locking it behind him.

"we'll leave in the mornin', and there's plenty of things here that you can use as you wish, and they have hot water so your free to knock yourself out'' he gives you a soft smile before he continues into the house you follow suit the house was clean and felt like a home if the outside hadn't made you feel normal then the inside did, it was actually functioning. No boarded up windows or broken glass, it was a home that someone lived and loved in.

You always had the dream when you were younger to have the picture perfect life, a husband, kids, the house with the white picket fence but since the outbreak that seem like it's so far away but now you've lived with the fact that there won't be a husband, no picture perfect life and definitely no white picket fence. But you had the kids at one point but as we all know, the QZ are monsters.

Ellie walked upstairs with you upstairs. Pointing you towards where you'd sleep for the night and the bathroom.

" oh and there's hot water so take as long

as you need because it's heaven" she jokes " so i've been told"

That was exactly what you did, took a long hot shower washing all the dirt ,grime and blood from your body letting it fall to the tub and run down the drain, your hands run over your head, the first Time in forever that you've been able to actually run your fingers through the strands of your hair. Your eyes fell shut, the feeling of the water running down your body, you felt like you were living again. There's strawberry shampoo and a matching conditioner running it through your hair with the tips of your fingers. You felt human again, and that was Something you hadn't been treated like for months.

A sigh of relief escapes from your body reaching for the handle to turn the water off.

There's neatly folded white towels on the bathroom counter pulling it to wrap around yourself covering your body. You wipe your hand across the mirror clearing a section to be able to see yourself, you looked normal like the world didn't completely crumble. Is this what your life would be like if the outbreak hadn't happened, a nice home. But your brought back to reality when you look at the scars and marks across your body some lighter then others but they were still there

You moved from the bathroom to the bedroom, the bed took up a lot of space there's two stacks of clothes, you pulled on a shirt over your chest, it sat bigger on you causing it to slip off your shoulder exposing your bra strap and collar bone. They had set out two kinds of pants, one red pajama bottoms and the other are black mens jeans, pulling the pjs over the curve of your ass till they sat on your hips.

You use your towel to squeeze out as much water as you could tucking it behind your ear, you stay in the room for a few more minutes before you brave them down stairs.

Wrapping your arms around your torso, hugging yourself, taking slow steps down the stairs following the sounds of chatter towards the right of the house.

Finding both Joel and Ellie sitting at the dining room table. Their heads turn towards you when you make your appearance in the doorway. "Well look at you, a whole new person" she smiles, you can feel Joel's gaze on you, his eyes soft and concerned.

Silence filled the room before Ellie spoke again. " We saved you some fruit, some of them are bad" she adds, patting the seat next to her and across from Joel. She hands you a small container of different fruits, some apple slices and strawberries.

You take a seat crossing your leg under yourself, staring at the large map laid out on the table, pen markings everywhere some places scribbled out and some that have labels made by them showing all of the different zones, QZ, FEDRA, safe zones and places that you don't want to go mainly due to a high population of infected.

You dissociate from their conversation completely in your own head, these two are obviously not related especially by the way they treat each other which is a little bit harsh if they were family, Joel has also referred to her as cargo multiple times, maybe it’s a nickname but that would be weird. Your mind continues to wonder running through multiple things ranging from what life would be like if the outbreak didn’t happen, to when you are infected does just take control over your body but you're still there or are you just gone.

Evicted from your own body.

“I’m calling it, if I stay up any long I think my eyes will fall out” Ellie dramatically says before getting up from her chair. And running up the stairs her boot caught the edge causing her to trip up them. “ oh shit” she says, moving faster up the stairs. “you alright kiddo?”

“I’m alive!” You let out a small laugh before her door shuts.

“ I should probably tap out to” you say, earning a nod from Joel. “ Let me know if you need anything” he adds before you give him a nod standing up from the chair, Joel gives you a soft smile which you return.

You trek your way up the stairs back to the room you were given. Tucking your knees into your chest, every emotion getting harder to keep at bay the longer you sit in the dark there’s only a little bit of light coming from the window. But you were still scared, you were alone all over again.

You sat in bed, scared to fall asleep. Hours pass before you brave to leave the room making your way downstairs and to the front door trying to quietly open it Closing it behind you and sitting on the steps of the porch.

Listening to the sounds of nature and how quiet it was there’s slight wind going through the trees causing the leaves to rustle there’s sounds of crickets and just the world live. You zone out a few times before the door opens behind you causing you to snap out of it and turn to see who it was.

Joel stands behind you before sitting next to you with a quiet groan. Giving him a glance before focusing back to beyond the gates.

“ couldn’t sleep?” He asks, his eyes are glued to you.

“ I’m scared that if I fall asleep that I’ll just end up back there, in pain. I was down there for so long that I didn’t think I’d ever mentally realize that I’m not in that shit hole” you respond, your voice sounding choked up, trying to keep the floods at bay.

“ Well you're not, and I don't know why you were down there but clearly they had a reason, and you don't have to tell me right now but I do want you to tell me at some point before we get to Jackson” he urges.

Of course you knew that at some point you would have to tell them whether you wanted to or not but for now you’ll just sit in silence until the right time. Though it would never be the right time because you wish the ground would just swallow you whole so you never have to say a word about it again.

But you know that’s not going to happen and the truth would come out one day or another.

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Third: Dean winchester x fem!reader

Summary/request: a witch cast a spell on Y/N and Sam Winchester and put them in alternate universe where Y/N confronts her male counterpart in the form of Dean Winchester.

thank you for this @yourlocalloser-core! hope you'll like it :D

***

The last thing she could remember was some dust being thrown into her face and loosing consciousness. It felt like the freaking Sandman came for her himself, but she was a grown up adult not believing in a silly childish tale. Angels, demons, wendigos, shapeshifters? Sure, absolutely.

But Sandman? Pff! No way in hell.

It took her a few minutes to get back to reality and not without effort, with pounding in her head she sat up on the bed.

“SAM!?” she cried out not seeing her younger brother anywhere and feeling fear creeping in. “Sammy!!”

“Y/N?!” Sam busted in through the door of the motel, ready to pounce at whatever supernatural being his sister might be facing. “What happened?”

“No idea…. “ she muttered grabbing her plaid shirt, feeling sudden chill. “But something’s not right…… What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I think we were dealing with a witch?”

“Oh, right, a witch. That would explain the dizziness from the spell. Must have been a young one, the older are usually more capable with casting them. You good Sam?”

“I’m fine. Wondering where we are though.”

“I hope it’s not like the Thursday again situation. Don’t think I can handle it once more.”

She was obviously joking but the reality was about to turn out much much worse than that.

When the door to their motel room opened, both Sam and Y/N grabbed their guns instinctively, learned by years and years of experience in the hunting business. No one could blame them after confrontation with a witch and waking up with the weird feeling in their guts.

“WHOA! Wow! Hold the fire!” the man who walked in (or rather tried to walk in) seemed surprised by two gats aimed at him. He raised his hands in surrender, but even though he looked harmless, both of the sibling knew better then to fall for the masks. “

“who the hell are you?” Y/N asked with her most stern and terrifying voice.

“Well hello to you….” The man smirked looking her up and down “Sammy, you could have told me you got a girl over. I would have knocked.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, not bother at all by the man’s wondering eyes. If anything she only smirked, waiting for the situation to develop.

“knocked huh?” she teased “wonder on what?”

“What’s your name, pretty one?” the man took a few steps closer, clearly trying to flirt with her

“wouldn’t you like to know, handsome?” she easily mimicked his tone

“I’m Dean.”

“And I didn’t ask.”

“Well such a shame, since now you’re gonna remember it.”

“Oh, am I?” she smiled innocently , fluttering her eyelashes. Once she was sure she got Dean’s full attention she reached towards her belt, grabbed the tiny bottle of holy water and poured it all over him.

“What the hell?!” he yelled in frustration. This was not what he was expecting, even though he probably should have been more careful. 

“What the hell you?!”

“Why did you splay me with holy water?!”

“Cause I don’t have any salt on me!” she screamed back at him.

“Salt?! What…..?! I’m not a demon!!”

“Then what are you!?”

“I’m human!!”

“And I don’t believe you!”

“Sam!” Dean yelled looking at him brother “tell this crazy girl who I am. Cause damn, you are as crazy as you are hot lady.”

“Sam!” Y/N yelled at her brother in the same way “do you know this crazy lunatic?”

“Whoa! Who do you call lunatic!”

The scene that was unravelling in front of Sam’s eyes was truly western-like. Y/N and Dean were standing in front of each other, eyeing the other with crinkled eyes, with a power position stand and clearly neither of them were going to surrender easily, let alone trust that the other was in fact, human and not supernatural being. The only thing that was missing was some fight-like background music.

“Well… I….um….” Sam stuttered, twisting his face, knowing better than to interfere. Just a glance at the pair made him realise that they were awfully similar in both behaviour and even in the dressing. And he already had a working theory of what was going on. “I think…..” he tried to say, but no one was paying attention to him anymore.

 “I’m gonna ask you once more” she hissed “who the hell are you?!”

“So your boyfriend didn’t introduce you to the family?” Dean smirked

“What the fuck now?! What boyfriend!? ”

“Oh, Sammy, you didn’t tell her I’m your brother? I’m deeply hurt.”

“Brother!?” Sam and Y/N frowned at the words and Dean did not like it.  Only now he realised that something was going on.

“What the hell? Sammy? Don’t you remember me?”

“I don’t know you, man.”

“You don’t…. know me?” Dean stuttered a bit, brokenness creeping on his face. If his own little brother did not remember him than… than…. “shit!” he gasped, tangling fingers in his hair and ruffling them in desperation.

“Wait….” Y/N looked at him, recognising the gesture. Dean ruffled his hair in a very distinctive way, with his thumb sticking out. And so it happened that she knew it so well because she used to do it in the very same way. “I think….. Oh, shit…. Sam?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it … possible that….we’re in the alternate universe….?” The girl frowned. ”you know… that witch.”

“alternate what….?” Dean spun around looking at her with suspiciousness in her eyes, not realising a single thing of the silly metaphysics topic they were now talking about.

“Well…..”

“Dean.”

Before Y/N had a chance to open her mouth and formulate an answer, the sudden deep voice coming from behind the back made her jump.

Yeah, she should have been used to it at this point, but Castiel, the angel of the lord, was extremely resistant when it came to basic knowledge about human-like behaviour. And if she wasn’t in the very complicated relationship with him, she would lash out. (she could still remember meeting him for the first time and explaining the ‘personal space’ concept to him. The memory was way funnier than the real life event, since again Castiel was very obstructive).

Her first instinct upon seeing him, was to run to him, hide in his arms and act like everything was normal, like he was, quite literally, her guardian angel, and everything was going to be fine. It’s been a while since she saw him and the longing took the toll. She might have been a hunter and a Winchester, but on the other hand she was also a girl, and the family business was not easy on her. Being the oldest one, taking care of her brother, saving people, hunting things. She never ever complained, carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, but it was ….. hard.  And when Castiel showed up in her life, due to some crazy occurrences in her crazy as shit life she was...

Well it was hard to describe how she felt since it was pretty much a mix of everything, starting from shock at the existence of angels, ending on being flustered whenever he was around. And yes, she fell hard. And fast. Like never before. Castiel and Sam were the only constants she had in her life, so no one could blame her internal struggling.

“Hello Cass….” She whispered expecting frowned eyes, tilted head and confused look.

“Hello Y/N”

Now that was surprising. He knew who she was?

“You don’t belong here.”

“No… No I guess I don’t. Neither me nor Sam. Can you send us back though? I kinda miss the you in my verse…..”

“I can’t.”

“Oh…..” she looked down.

“But I know someone who can.”

“Oh?” she looked up now, cursing herself internally. She was supposed to be the strong older sibling and right now she was acting like a silly teenager waiting for someone to tell her what to do.

“Let’s go.” Cass commanded, obviously keeping the details of the plan to himself. He walked out the door followed suit by Sam, who didn’t even look at his sister, making her feel heavily betrayed. She stayed back still trying to wrap her head around it all and apparently so was Dean.

“Are you in love with him or something?” the man smirked looking at his female counterpart mockingly

“Shut up!” she hissed

“I don’t understand how’s that possible. I could never do something like that. Maybe we’re not so similar after all.”

(poor Dean…. He was in for a huge future surprise).

***

Apparently the person Castiel was referring to as the one who could help was no one else but Bobby. So the plan was to get back to his place, cast some backwards spell and send Y/N and Sam back to their reality.

Easy as it was.

Right?

RIGHT?!

Yeah, well, not really.

“You’re not driving mycar!”

“Yourcar?! Back off my baby!” Dean practically jumped in front of Y/N, preventing her from getting her hands on the steering wheel.

“Move.” She hissed. The car topic was not something to be joked about.

“No.”

“Then I’ll move you.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“I’m not joking.”

“And I’m really scared of you.” He rolled his eyes.

“From what I heard you were scared of a cat once?” she smirked

“You little….!”

This would probably go on and on and on if it wasn’t for Sam who stepped in, acting like the only adult in the room, putting them on the backseat, separated by Cas and took the driver’s place himself.

No one was happy about it.

Cas had a wet cat face expression, probably wishing he could just poof away, but due to some inexplicable empathetic instinct unable to leave Sam alone with those two.

Dean and Y/N were looking like kindergarteners put in the corner as some sort of punishment with their arms crossed and giving each other evils.

Sam was forced to listen on tones of good advice and constructive criticism coming from the owner(s) of impala, cause apparently he didn’t know shit about driving.  But honestly being a younger sibling comes with developing the ability to not give a shit about older one opinion and approach so as long as they left him out of it and kept fighting each other he was quite content in his position, smirking under the nose and observing the situation.

At some point it got quite funny since they were, arguing about everything starting from the pie flavour, ending on proper technique on fighting supernatural beings. The road to Bobby’s was long enough that they pretty much shared their whole life stories, picking up on the bad, ambiguous jokes and innuendos.

“You two are so alike…” Sam chuckled shaking his head in disbelief

“We’re not!” they yelled in unison.

“Oh, you so are.” The younger Winchester repeated this time openly laughing.

“That’s betrayal Sam!” Y/N kicked his seat from behind “he’s nothing more than my copycat!”

“copycat?! You are in  my timeline sweetheart.”

“call me sweetheart again and ….”

“and what will you do…..?”

“enough!” Sam hit the break hard making the impala stop violently, sending all the passengers flying forwards.

“son of  a bitch!” they cried out in unison again, terrified at what their brother was doing to the car. A second later their gazes met.

“Stop using my words!”

“Those are mine!”

“Oh, I’m sorry did you copyright them?”

“Did you?”

“Screw you, Winchester!”

“No, screw you, Winchester!”

“Say it again, I dare you.”

*Poof*

“See what you did?!”

“What did I do?!”

“You made Castiel lose his shit and poof himself!”

“It doesn’t really take much to make him do that, right?”

“And yet, you did it.”

“Did not!”

“Oh God….” Sam sighed deeply, resuming the driving, praying to whatever angel, demon or jinn was listening that he could take example of Cas and disappear from the car.”

***

“Idiots!” Bobby hissed the second the impala parked in front of his house. Obviously they called him from the road briefly explaining what happened, keeping the details to himself, preparing him for what was coming and warning to not use the riffle.

His words were harsh but he was as close to father as the Winchesters could possibly have so no one was offended or hurt because of that.

“Hi Bobby.” Y/N greeted him with the tiny smile.

“You’re a new face.”

“I wonder why does it have to be me? Why couldn’t it be Sam?” the girl scoffed.

“Me what?” her brother frowned

“I mean, it could have been you not existing in this universe. How would that feel? No one knowing you? Recognising you? Treating you only like an alternate version of someone they care about and love? Believe me, it’s…..”

“It sucks.” Dean chimed in.

Y/N frowned and looked at him. It seemed like his words were not just empty talking but more like he’s been through something that left a scar on him. His tone clearly suggested that he knew what he was talking about and so did his face expression.

“Wait….. did it happen to you too?” Y/N asked her eyes growing wide. “Growing apart with Sam? No one recognising you?”

“Do I look like a spider-man to you?” Dean smirked. “Not forgetting, but yeah, becoming distant, yes.  It should never be like it….” The man muttered, keeping on a straight face. But even though Y/N knew.

She knew he was through the same experience as her and for the first time since they met she might have felt something different then annoyance at him. It was such a surprising change of feelings that it made her chuckle.

“Why are you giggling like a silly teenager?”

“I’m not grinning But hey, you know what? You’re not such a bad boy as you pose as.”

“don’t know if that’s an offence or a compliment”

“How about a piece offering?”

“Where’s the pie then?”

“Oh I’m sure we can find one. Can’t we Bobby?”

Bobby didn’t answer, his gaze darting between the two in a bit of a confusion .

“Balls!” he cried out finally.

“Yeah, I know, it’s terrifying….” Sam muttered

“Handling one of you was a challenge at times, but two?! Not for my nerves.”

“How about we sent us back then? What do we need?”

***

Luckily Bobby had all the ingredients necessary for the backwards spell. It only took a few hours to put it all together.

Sam and Y/N were coming back home, and yet, she felt some sort of nostalgia. Meeting Dean was something… supernatural. And yes, he might have been the rowdy, rebel type with leather jacket, no phone and no address, but he was still her. And it was both shocking and enriching. Just like looking at the mirror and seeing someone else being through all the same life event and behaving in the same manner.

And she couldn’t just leave without saying at least a word of goodbye.

And apparently neither could he.

So, acting with the same instincts they met at the porch of Bobby’s house, sharing a can of beer.

“Hey there.” She smiled genuinely

“No holy water this time?”

“Nah… Bobby taught me another exorcism just in case.”

“Yeah, he got a way with those crazy spells.”

“Hopefully the one he’s about to cast will work.”

“You worried?” Dean handed her a can and looked at the girl carefully.

“Since when do you care?”

“You know me….” He chuckled in response “You are me after all.”

“Finally came to peace with that?”

“Maybe. I mean… “ he sighed unable to find the right words to describe it.

“I know.” She interrupted him. “I know. But you gotta admit one thing.”

“And what may that be?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I got a better ass.” Y/N smirked taking a sip of her drink and enjoying the slight blush on her male counterpart’s face. Poor Dean. No matter what he would say at that moment he would offend himself.

“You won that one, Y/N.”

***

“Ready?” Bobby asked

“As ready as can be.” Sam muttered

And so Singer started casting the spell that send them back home. Safely and in one piece. But before they disappeared …..

“see you around, bitch.” Dean grinned

“Take care, jerk.” she grinned back

[lilith-little-world]

Character ai is a mess. I went back to it and lost myself in it again, but I'm back now but idk for how long. So I'm gonna like speedrun all of my writing and editing for this and the 2nd chapter. Cause holy shit, I'm gonna be hella busy in a few months. Also found out I have a small and harmless heart condition...yeah so this month been crazy.

Also made a little drawing since I was gone for a while. Hopefully I’ll be back with weekly updates now I’m off of character ai and started to take meds for my heart.

I Saw You Once In a Dream, Maybe Pt 9

Is it too late to kick him out? He stares up at you and smirks. You can feel your face get ready as the embarrassment hits. You can't be seriously asking for him to tag along.

You might as well beg for him to come.

“Can you please, come with me? I would appreciate it, if you can. I'll even buy something for you.”

It took everything in you to stare back at him. The urge to smack him increased when his smirk widened.

How the fuck did you two got married in the future?

“Oh, of course, I will come along. Especially when you asked so nicely.” He stands up and heads to the front door, giving you one last glance.

You sigh and try to calm down. Ever since running into him, your day has been…well you can't even describe it. Was it bad? Good? Meh?

You lock the door and catch up to Monkey King, who was waiting for you on the sidewalk. He gives you a soft smile.

“So which way are we going?”

“There's a small market nearby. It's just a short walk, 5 minutes tops.”

You walk off and try to block out any thoughts of how you prefer that smile on his face.

Monkey King nods and follows you.

“So what are you planning for dinner? I'm not much of a cook but I can help!” He stares at you with that same soft expression.

What the hell happened?! Why is he acting all calm and sweet all of a sudden?

You continue to ignore your thoughts and how your heart was fluttering.

“I don't know, I guess we'll find out when I buy the groceries. I'm not much of a cook either. I just fall asleep and skip dinner for most nights.”

“I don't think that's healthy for a human.” He mutters. You can see he wanted to say something more.

“Maybe, but I never had a reason to make dinner. A snack or takeout was enough.”

“So why not tonight?”

“Well…” You felt nervous and embarrassed. “It's been a while since I had someone over at my house so I just thought…that maybe I should do something different- something special.” You didn't need to see your face to know you were blushing. You wanted to scold yourself for getting all flustered for no reason yet all your thoughts stopped when you glanced at Monkey King.

He stares at you with wide eyes.

“You're cooking dinner because of me?” His eyes seem to shine like stars. Beaming with fondness and affection. “Looks like someone is falling for me.”

“What?! I just met you!” You nudge his shoulder. You wanted to get mad or at least annoyed but you just laughed. Monkey King laughs with you as he bumps his shoulder with yours. “Sneakily” holding your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours, his grasp firm.

You smiled at him and held his hand back. Leaning on his shoulder as you both walk to the grocery store.

Even though you two spent an hour there. You enjoyed his company. Monkey King, helping by grabbing items or just joking around and having fun. What had always been a chore for you, felt fun when he joined along.

Okay, maybe you're starting to understand why you married this idiot.

Also, you managed to buy a little more than usual since he could carry a lot of things. That was a huge plus for you, since you refuse to use your car for anything. Does that thing even work? Oh, wait, pretty sure you lost the key to it and are too lazy to get a new one.

“Thank you again for helping to carry the bags back. You can place it on the counter.”

“You bought a lot of things, how empty is your fridge?”

“Shhhh, we don't talk about that. I bet you don't even have a fridge, so don't judge.”

“There's literally nothing in here.” He said placing a few items in the fridge.

You blow a raspberry at him and put the refrigerated items in the fridge.

“I told you I usually eat a snack or takeout. I hardly cook.”

“Is it because you don't know how to cook? How worried should I be, when you serve me my plate?”

You roll your eyes.

“If you're so worried, then I won't serve you anything.”

“Hey now, I said, I would be worried but that won't stop me from eating it. Edible or not, you're serving me food you made! No way I'm passing that opportunity. Maybe I can pretend, my darling spouse made me the best dinner after a long day of work.”

“Ha-ha, very funny. Are we really going to roleplay being an old married couple or what? We barely met, Monkey King.”

“Wukong, you can call me Wukong.”

You raise a brow at him.

“Alright, Wukong. So we are on a first-name basis now huh?”

“I mean-” He glances away, but you can see his cheeks turning red. “I really want to have a relationship with you and it'll be weird having you calling me by my title.”

It was weird to see him so…embarrassed and flustered. Throughout this whole day, he has been teasing you. Maybe there were a few moments when you saw him more softly. You just laughed and ruffled his fur in his head.

“I guess you're right about that, so Wukong it is then. Now put on a show we can watch while I cook. Nothing fancy or crazy, just some regular easy and fast food.”

Wukong chuckles as he heads to the living room.

“Alright, fine, but no complaints about what I pick.”

You put away the groceries and left the ingredients out. Once in a while, glancing at the tv to see what Wukong was searching for. You head to the trash can to throw something away when you spot the stuffed toy.

A part of you felt bad for throwing it away but another part of you felt embarrassed that you even bought the toy. What would Wukong think? Would he tease you about it or be hurt that you threw it away? That's if he found out. I wonder what will be the consequences for this?

[ashes-writing]

devil | scream 4 ; c.walker

A/N; so listen up kiddos. Recently I watched Jack Goes Home and this.. It sent me down a Rory Culkin rabbit hole. And naturally, this led me to rewatch Scream 4 for probably the bajillionth time, holy shit. Look, this is just something weird, something a little... dark.. that came to my brain. If weird, kind of spicy and wildly inappropriate are not your cup of tea then this post is probably not something you'll want to read. In the spirit of all my late posts, this too is a reader fic. Because things seem to flow better that way. aka when i get my nerve up to post some of my oc fics on here it's over for my ass bc they're gonna flop hard lmaooo. But anyway, another reader fic. This time with Charlie Walker from Scream 4.

Tag List ; @schizoauthoress is the only person on my horror tags rn. If you'd like to fix this and be added to it, please by all means.. Click the link below.

Pairing ; Charlie Walker x Troublemaker!Fem reader, listen there is no other way to say this. Reader is.. a handful.

Summary ; The last thing you expected was to find yourself in the supply closet in the back of the classroom with Charlie Walker. When this happens, things get a little spicy.

Warnings ; for now, there are only vague hints that he's stone cold crazy and planning to slash bodies or in liason with Jill. As dark as it gets is him going on an internal rant about the mistakes Billy made and how those got him seperated from Sydney. Beyond the slight air of darkness / murdery hints, there's making out in a semi public place, swearing, panty theft, almost a fight / bullying situation between Reader and Kirby and Robbie Mercer being both a conscience and a cockblock simultaneously.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || rules + fandoms and some of the characters I write for || requests ; open, any fandom but pro wrestling with headcanons / nsfw alphabet and fluffy alphabet letters only please and thanks.

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“Listen, I’m just saying… Virgins are always the first to go. The virgin is never the final girl. So if you want to live through this killing spree? Get laid. Do it now.. Screw the logic that says virgins live to the end because they don't I mean... Look who just died, there's the proof...” and as she says it, Kirby Reed settles back into her  desk. 

You roll your eyes to yourself a few rows away before smirking and speaking up. “Just say you’re a whore and go already, Jesus christ.”

You know it’ll start a fight but honestly, you don’t care. Because it’s Monday and Kirby fuckin Reed is already giving you a headache. You’d rather be anywhere but Woodsboro High to begin with, so the two combined and prompted you to look for a little spice. A way to make your Monday more interesting.

“Aw, look… It’s the girl who wants to be me so bad she can taste it.” Kirby barely looks at you. The jealousy in her tone might be missed by you, but Jill and the other girls pick right up on it. All Kirby has bitched about all weekend is how Charlie Walker is always following you around like some stupid little puppy lately. And she got angry as hell when Jill pointed out that she was upset, therefore, this meant she was jealous.

“In your dreams, bimbo.” you retort, twisting your hair around your finger. “I’d really rather not have to play pin the tail on the STD. How many are you up to this month, hm? Three? Four?”

She’s on her feet in seconds and you’re not a stranger to fisticuffs, so you don’t waste any time getting on your feet either. You’re pulling the big silver moon earring out of your ear as she starts your way and you smirk when Robbie Mercer grabs her. The only problem with this is about the same time Robbie Mercer grabs hold of her, you find yourself thrown carelessly over the shoulder of Charlie Walker.

You kick your legs, briefly flashing the entirety of the class behind you with the tear on the inside the leg of your favorite pair of fishnets and the faintest split second flash of deep black lace when your kicking sends your skirt flipping upward and shows your panties and the curve of your ass. 

You pound on Charlie’s chest and midsection with your fists and you squeal out in mock horror, “Unhand me, you asshole! I’ll bite, damn it!”

Normally, Charlie Walker doesn’t say more than a word or two to you here and there unless there’s dire necessity. He’s too busy following Kirby around or doing Film Club things or the video yearbook with Robbie, his best friend.

So it catches you off guard when he glances over at you and smirks with a little shrug. “Is that an offer, princess?”

“It’s a threat, sleazeball!” you assert. When you actually do attempt to bite him, it’s his abdomen that catches the unholy wrath of your teeth and he’s rushing to put you on your own feet in a quieter corner of the classroom -which happens to wind up being the supply closet in back. All you can do is smirk in satisfaction as you tap your foot against the tiled floor.

“What? Why do you look so damned smug right now, hm?” Charlie leans into you a little. Studying you intently. A curious gleam in ice blue eyes. “Does chaos just make you happy or something?” he demands an answer as he studies you intently. Looking at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time and honestly, it feels like he has.

See, until recently, it was all about Kirby.

But then you caught his attention by a happy accident.

You were trying to fight Trevor because Trevor decided to play grab ass with you  at one of Emma’s parties earlier in the month.

You’d dropped Trevor like a bad habit with just one slight movement, a simple sweep of your leg. Then when he tried to wrestle you down onto the floor with him because he couldn’t handle having his ass handed to him by a girl who was maybe 5 foot even at best, you’d straddled his hips and proceeded to squeeze his throat until he was struggling for his next breath.

Since that night, Charlie Walker had  barely acknowledged Kirby Reed.. Not that you’d notice, you seemed to be completely oblivious to the subtle shift in his intent focus... But he tried to pop up near wherever you happened to be a lot more. Which proved to be handy when you did something stupid like eating a habenero in the cafeteria on a dare and nearly choking, which he prevented by hitting you on the back until you coughed it up only to walk away wordlessly.. Or when he caught you pulling the fire alarm earlier this week just because to quote you, if you had to sit through one more boring pep rally, you’d simply die on the spot. He’d picked you up over his shoulder when you tripped while trying to flee the scene of the crime.

You were excitement. You were breathing chaos. When he compared you to Kirby Reed, Kirby only had sex appeal going for her.

And right now, as he stood there staring at you, standing taller and right in your way so you couldn’t get to Kirby like you wanted, he was starting to see that the scale of sex appeal was tipping a lot more in your favor than hers too.

You were snapping your fingers in his face with an annoyed look in your eyes and that’s what brought him crashing back into reality. 

“I said move, damn it.” you repeat yourself for at least the fourth time.

“Not gonna do that. Nope.” Charlie answers, stepping into your line of vision to block it. You pout up at him a little and laugh softly. “Oh, I get it… You know if I get past you, I’m gonna rip off your pretty little girlfriend's face and wear it like a Halloween mask. You don’t want me to beat her til she’s ugly inside and out… Right?”

“Nope. Not even close, kitten. Not even in the same galaxy as the answer.” Charlie’s hand raises and he drags it through his hair. You swallow hard because the smirk that tugs at his lips lets you know that he saw you when your eyes followed the way his hand dragged through his hair. He steps closer to you. Close enough that there’s no distance left between your bodies. Close enough that the scent of cologne and cigarette smoke and whatever body wash he uses and just… boy, those all combine and make you bite your lip just a little bit. You frown to yourself. 

You try to focus on what he’s saying, anything but the way his lips move when he’s chewing you out or saying whatever you’re barely listening to at the moment. Or the way he keeps stepping closer. The way he’s staring at your mouth intently as he does it.

And then your back’s against the blackboard behind you and his hips are pinning you between his body and the blackboard. One of his hands raise and catches against the side of your face. As the pad of his thumb rolls over your skin you shiver and before you can censor yourself, you melt into him. Charlie growls quietly. His other hand slips around behind you, settling against your ass as he squeezes. The fabric of your miniskirt bunching up in his hand. You whimper and your hand raises, tangling in his hair as your nails drag softly over his scalp.

Neither of you seem to stop and think, oh hey, this is a classroom and maybe we shouldn’t do this. Neither of you are focused on anything aside from just how good what’s happening feels. When Robbie’s throat clears from nearby, you two spring apart. Charlie glares at the taller boy and takes several deep breaths.

“I came to see if you got the spitfire under control. Apparently, she’s going to corrupt you now.” Robbie taunts him and you laugh, pouting a little as a hand raises to at least attempt straightening out the way Charlie had started to mess with and tug at your hair. All you can really do is shrug it off but the look on Kirby Reed’s face when she catches sight of the two of you looking as if you’ve just been caught with your hand in the cookie jar and are being reprimanded for it, that angry gleam is worth it all.

Even if Charlie only did whatever it is he was about to attempt just to get you to behave even a little. Robbie wanders back into the main area of the classroom with everyone else and the door to the supply closet bangs closed behind him softly but the damage is done. The trance has been broken.

Charlie steps back up to you and dips his head down, resting his forehead against your cleavage as he takes at least three long and deep breaths and grumbles out in a voice muffled by your tits, “Jesus. I swear the guy could unintentionally fuck up a wet dream.” as his fists clench against your hips when he grabs hold to pull you completely against him all over again.

“Were you going to kiss me, Charlie?” you ask with the softest of giggles. Melting against him which gets you a warning growl and the slightest nip to the side of your neck as the warmth of his breath tickles your ear when he responds “Thought about it, yeah.” laughing quietly as he gazes up at you. 

“What exactly is stopping you?”

“We’re kind of in a classroom supply closet right now, babe. Look around.” Charlie gestures to the lack of proper ambiance and you shrug. “It wouldn’t be the riskiest place I’ve made out before.” but you smirk as you say it and Charlie’s prompt response is to jam his fingers into his ears while loudly humming because he doesn’t want to hear it.

See, he’s gotten it in his head. This all ends with him and you. Screw his little agenda with Jill. He’s gonna turn on her and this time, the grave error made by Billy Loomis in not keeping his girl at his side will not be repeated by him, the new slasher of Woodsboro.

If Billy’s taught him anything through years of idol worship, it’s that even your idols can fuck up. And this time, he doesn’t intend on it. If Billy had kept Sydney in the dark. Kept her in line. Kept her well fucked and love-drunk then maybe their story wouldn’t have ended in tragedy.

He just knows yours won’t.

After all, you’re built different than Kirby Reed.

Otherwise, he’d never have taken notice, fucked around and gotten obsessed.

In short, he fully intends to be the last guy those soft lips of yours -or any other parts of your anatomy, ever touch. One way or another and he’s fully prepared to eliminate the competition any way he has to. 

“Charlie, c’mon. You’re looking at me all dopey right now.” you’re pouting up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. Batting those lashes. He decides to do the opposite of what his idol Billy would do in this situation. Instead of being a dick about it, he leans into the sappy romantic shit most girls want to hear.

His finger drags across your lower lip. His forehead settles against yours. “Maybe it’s because I wanna kiss you and I’m barely controlling myself.”

“Then don’t, oh my god.” you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean into him heavy enough that his back meets the closet door and he braces himself to stop the damn thing from flying open and both of you tumbling out just in time. His mouth latches against yours around the same time your leg raises to his hip and his free hand -the one not tangled in and tugging at your hair, grips your thigh right beneath your skirt. “This what you wanted, kitten?” he asks the question in the sweetest, most lovesick voice he can muster. It’s not hard to do at all and that surprises him. He’s been faking normal for so long now that when something is natural for once and it comes easily instead of being a tedious chore, it throws him for a loop.

Your whimper as you rock against him and melt into him has him drawing a shaky deep breath when the kiss breaks for a split second. “Answer me.” he grips your jaw gently in his hand and you pout because he’s not kissing you anymore. “Well it was til you stopped…”

“Babe, c’mon. Are you trying to drive me crazy here?” Charlie questions, frowning at you.

The class is still discussing the latest murder to have been gone viral when the two of you slip out of the closet and back into your seats. You’re dripping. And before you left the closet, Charlie Walker ripped off your panties and pocketed them while giving you that calm smirk. 

He says he’ll come by tonight. He wants you to leave your bedroom window open. And while it’s everything you’ve wanted since middle school, there’s a part of you that can’t help but wonder if you haven’t just entered into some kind of unholy union.

Because there’s always been something a little different. Just a little off with Charlie Walker.

[fckinwild-kiwi]

Time to Realize (Pt. 5)

Warnings: Swearing, Grinding (does that need a warning?) If there’s anything else let me know!

Word Counts: 2k+ Words Important Note: The Greek mythology throughout this piece does not accurately or wholly represent Greek mythology to its fullest extent. Some things are changed for the sake of the story. One major plot point is the relationship between Hades and the rest of Mt. Olympus. With that being said, their relationship isn’t family-oriented, but Hades is welcome throughout Mt. Olympus and everyone gets along enough to be tolerated.

Hand in hand, the duo walked up the driveway of the dingy frat house. The bass of the DJ system was making the house feel as if it were also moving to the beat of the song. “Are you doing okay, bub?” Y/n asked, looking up at Harry as she felt his grip on her hand tighten. “Yeah, I just need to remind myself on occasion that you’re still right here. Beside me,” He responded, more so to himself. “I’m not used to these kinds of things. I’m used to being surrounded by dead souls, not living ones.” “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere,” Y/n said back to him before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Pulling on his hand, y/n continued leading Harry into the house where they saw people dressed up as ketchup and mustard, cats, and the traditional nurses or prisoners. After passing all of the drunken college students and making their way into the cramped house, Y/n spotted Christine dressed up as a sexy nun talking to a sexy cat. “Chris,” Y/n shouted as she walked up to her best friend. “Holy shit,” Christine shouted back when she saw Y/n walk up. “You look like a fucking goddess. Way too good for a mediocre frat party!” “Thank you,” Y/n said before blushing. “You look sexy as hell too, very ironic of you.” “That was the point, sister. Harry! You look like Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious,” Christine said. “That look definitely suits you!”

“Thanks, Chris, do you guys want anything to drink?”“I would love another drink,” Christine shouted, flipping her now empty cup upside down.

“Me too, I’ll drink whatever,” Y/n said before kissing Harry’s cheek and pushing him in the direction of the drinks. “C’mon Chris, let’s go dance!”

Y/n grabbed Christine’s hand dragging her down towards the dance floor. As a DaBaby song played in the background, Y/n and Christine began grinding on each other, letting go of any early semester stress. Soon, DaBaby faded into Drake and both girls were getting thirsty. “Where’s Harry? I thought he was getting us some drinks,” Christine shouted to Y/n.

“He was, I’ll go look for him,” Y/n said as she pulled her hair onto her left shoulder. After climbing the steps of the living room that was converted into a dance floor for the occasion, she noticed him standing by the drink table. The closer she got though, she noticed a girl dressed up as a maid holding on to his bicep.

“Oh fuck no,” Y/n mumbled mostly to herself before walking up to Harry, grabbing his face and kissing him. Hard. As soon as he realized it was her, he instantly relaxed, kissing back just as hard. Though she couldn’t say the words just yet, y/n wanted to convey everything she felt in that kiss; passion, love, and even possessiveness.

“Um excuse me,” the maid said, pulling y/n off of Harry. “We were in the middle of something.” “Back the fuck off,” Y/n said, turning her attention fully on the girl standing in front of her. “He’s mine.” “He didn’t say he had a girlfriend when we were talking,” the girl shouted back. “That’s a fucking lie, I pointed it out instantly,” Harry said, making his presence known. “Yeah, I don’t believe a fucking word you say, honey. And honestly? I’m fucking crazy and if you don’t walk away now you’re going to see firsthand how crazy I get when I’m disrespected,” Y/n said, smiling sweetly at the girl.“Whatever, I don’t need this shit,” the maid said before walking away. “I’ll find someone to fuck without the baggage.”

“Baby, that was so fucking hot,” Harry groaned. “You should get jealous more often.”

“Fucking Hades,” Y/n mumbled, ripping the two drinks from Harry’s hands before walking off to find Christine.

“Wait a minute,” Harry said, gently grabbing onto Y/n’s elbow to get her attention. “Did you just call me Hades?”

“Yeah, I fucking did. Is there a problem?” Y/n asked, turning back around to give Harry her undivided attention.

“You’ve never called me that before.”

“That is your name isn’t it?” “So we just use our God names when we’re mad at each other now?” “I’m not mad at you, Harry,” Y/n said, releasing a frustrated breath. “She had her hands all over you. And I don’t typically feel the need to be possessive towards anyone I’m dating but fuck! I hate this feeling so much!” “Baby,” Harry said, reaching forward and running his hands down the length of her arms, stopping at the solo cups in her hands. “You have nothing to be upset about. I love you, only you. You can show me I’m yours anytime and anywhere you want. And you know exactly why you haven’t felt that before--“ “Hey, Y/n?” A familiar voice interrupted. “Can I talk to you?” “What the fuck do you want, Rowan?” Y/n shouted, the pent-up emotions from the frustration of the girl talking to Harry and her explosive fight with Rowan finally coming to the surface. “I just wanted to apologize,” Rowan said, stepping backward before looking down at his feet. “To whom?” Y/n questioned. “Me, for calling me the fucking campus slut, to Harry for always having a vendetta against him, or both of us, for trying to ruin our relationship before it even began.” “Y/n, baby,” Harry started as he continued running his hands up her arms. “You’re upset, I don’t think you want the conversation with Rowan to be like this. You miss him, don’t take out your anger or frustration that’s toward me, on him.”“Fuck,” Y/n sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry Rowan, I’m not in the proper headspace for this conversation right now. Can we meet up later this week for coffee or something and talk? I just don’t want to be extra bitchy at you for something you didn’t do.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Rowan said, looking back up at the duo. “Thank you, I’ll see you guys later then. Thank you for coming tonight.”

“My frustration is at you for being so incredibly sexy and me for being a possessive bitch. I definitely didn’t intend on being that crazy though,” Y/n said before leaning up, kissing Harry’s cheek for what felt like the twelfth time tonight. Then whispering into his ear, “I’m sorry for being crazy, I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.”

Harry let out a low growl after feeling her words go straight to his groin. “Baby, stop it. I’ve been hard ever since you kissed me earlier, please don’t tease me.”

“Be a good boy for me the rest of the night and I’ll give you a reward,” Y/n said back, winking at Harry before turning back around and walking back towards Christine before Harry could say anything in return. “Took you two long enough,” Christine said once Y/n handed the drink to her. “Yeah, we had to deal with some girl hanging all over Harry.” “What a skank,” Christine said, trying to make her friend feel better about the situation. “what did you do?” “She wasn’t a skank, Chris. I would have tried to hit on H too, he’s hot as fuck,” Y/n said, sticking up for the girl. “But I informed her that he was mine and she needed to respectfully back off.” “Respectfully, uh huh,” Chris said before knocking back the rest of her drink. “I love you both, but I think I’m going to try and dance with that prison guard over there.” Once Christine walked away from the couple, Y/n turned towards Harry grabbing his hand and leading him towards the group of sweaty bodies on the dance floor. “Harry,” Y/n said into Harry’s ear once they made it to the dance floor. “Earlier, you told me that I was the Queen of Darkness. I want to show you just how dirty this queen plays.”

“Oh fuck,” Harry groaned as y/n turned around to start grinding on him.Monday morning y/n walked out of the lecture hall on a mission to get to the campus coffee shop. 8 am lectures were her biggest enemy at the moment and with all the crazy life events that she’s encountered within the last week, school was the last thing on her mind. It almost made her feel there was no point in what she was studying. She knew the myths about Persephone, her mom explained to her what her capabilities were and even how to maximize them. So really, what was the point in studying something she had all the tools to do perfectly anyway?

Right now though, y/n wanted to keep her life as normal as possible. Maybe go to a few house parties and finish college experience. After she was tired of that, she would fulfill her role on Mt. Olympus and with her family. School wasn’t the most important thing anymore but she was not ready to miss out on what her early 20s were supposed to bring. Y/n once thought that life was short, and for the mortals it is, but she was not mortal and she had all the time in the world. There was no better time to enjoy herself than right now.

Y/n walked into her apartment to see her boyfriend sitting on her couch concentrating on writing something down on paper. Silently she closed the door, walking into the kitchen to admire him from a distance. Lips pursed; eyebrows furrowed into a menacing scowl that only she could recognize as determination instead of frustration. A year was quite a long time to study someone with no use for the information. Now though, she could put it to good use. Y/n was mesmerized and honestly, beyond turned on by his hard exterior. “What are you working on, mister,” she said as she let her presence be known. Not expecting her to show up, Harry let out a shriek, throwing his pencil into the air. “What the fuck,” Harry yelled after he finished gathering his bearings. Y/n was squatting on the floor laughing hysterically, “I believe that you just screamed like that.” She said in between her laughing fits. “You can’t just creep up on a man who’s trying to be a good student and get his classwork in order.” “Why do you even continue to do school, if I was the only reason you even came here?” Y/n questioned, nudging his arm with her own. “Ha ha,” Harry said, glaring up at her. “You aren’t the only reason I came to school here.” “Mhm,” she said, looking back down at him. “Of course, I’m not.” “Okay, whatever, you’re right. I continue to do school because I feel like it’s a way to be closer to you and not smother you when you need the space.” “You’re so fucking cute,” Y/n mumbles before climbing into his lap on the couch before growing quiet. “What’s wrong, baby,” Harry asked as he noticed her change in body language. Y/n tensed at his question, squeezing him tighter.

“Will you go do something with me this weekend,” She questioned, mumbling into his neck. “What did you have in mind? We could go to the beach? Maybe I could show you some more of the Underworld? Like maybe your throne?” Y/n quickly sat up, narrowing her eyes at Harry. “Do I really have my own throne or is this a euphemism for your face?” “Oh,” Harry said, his neck growing red. “You definitely have a throne in the Underworld but my face can be your throne anytime.” Y/n paused, her face heating up before shaking her head. “Stop it, mister. I’m getting distracted and I don’t want to chicken out and this is important!” “Okay, I’m ready, ask away.” “Would you want to go with me to Boston…my little sister called me and she really needs me there this weekend, I totally understand if you have more important things going on with the Underworld and all but--“ “Baby,” Harry said, cutting her off mid-sentence. “You have a sister? How come I didn’t know that?" “Well, she’s technically not my sister, obviously. But we grew up together and she’s basically my sister. I love her to pieces but she starts high school next week and she wants me there to help her get ready and I reallywanthertomeetyou.” “What?” “She’s getting ready for high school--“ “I heard that part. What did you say at the end?” Harry asked. “I really want her to meet you…”

“Of course, I’ll go to Boston with you this weekend. I love you, remember? I would feel honored to meet your sister.”

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Maybe I'm your soulmate || Robin Arellano || Part three

summary- you reschedule your library time with Robin to go on a date with Bruce, maybe it wasn't a game of oreo after all

tags- rain, someone is a huge dick, once again jealous robin teehee,, minimal Finney and Gwen content ):, I fucking hate oreo

CWS - cussing per use

Robin rushed inside the school, avoiding as many people as he could. The rage he felt inside of him was fucking crazy. He didn’t know why exactly he felt this way, but it was horrible. Less than a day ago you guys hated each other. Maybe it was because you were friends with Finney. Robin cares about all of Finney's friends. If Finn holds something dear to him, so does robin. It just works that way. He saw bruce on his way to class and almost exploded right then and there. He thought about saying something, but what if he just embarrassed himself? He shrugged the thoughts off and walked into class and slouched in his seat.

The bell had rung almost thirty seconds ago and you rushed into class, your hair was wrecked and your face was flushed. Robin looked at you curiously and waved you over. You took notice and walked over beaming. “Hey, what happened?” the rather tall boy asked as he sat up. 

You looked away bashfully, “All I'm gonna say is bruce met me in the student bathroom.” Robin was confused for a second, but then it all clicked, holy shit. A deep pit in his stomach hurt him, a lump in his throat formed, and a very strong hatred for bruce Yamada formed.

He scoffed and directed his attention to the teacher who was talking about something he didn’t care about too much. As much as he tried to focus on the subject but the only thing he could think about is how Bruce was all over you less than an hour ago. It made him so angry for no apparent reason, maybe he was just upset because ya know, it was a game of oreo or something.

Right yeah, that makes hella sense. When the bell finally rang you turned to him quickly, “Hey uh wanna meet up around 7?” he looked at you confusedly, “Why not five?” 

“Yeah me and bruce are going to the bowling alley to hang out at five, so see ya then?”

“Yeah sure see ya then.” he rolled his eyes and walked off. Of course, you were going on a date with him that made sense. Bruce was the “it boy” every girl was head over heels for him, hell he even knew a few guys who were. It's unimaginable how many people would kill for a chance like that. 

After school, he didn’t even bother waiting for you and the Blakes. You were probably gonna walk home with bruce so not like that mattered.

Once he got home his mother stopped him, “mijo, I thought you were going to the library right after school, what happened?” 

“Sorry mama, I’m going later she’s busy with her boyfriend” robin huffed shrugging his backpack back onto his shoulder, looking off into the distance. His mother looked confused, she grabbed his shoulder and looked into his eyes, “ma what’re you doing?” the brunette barely had time to process what was happening before he was engulfed in a hug. 

“Oh amor, I’m so sorry, there will be others” robin was confused, pushing his mom away he shook his head, “no mama it’s not like that! We’re barely even friends. I just wish she would have told me sooner so I didn’t have to reschedule so much.”

His mother laughed, “you don’t do anything after school. Reschedule my ass. It’s okay to be jealous over your crushes boyfriend”

“Mami she’s not my crush I don't like her!!” anybody with a brain could see how robin was denying his feelings. He didn’t know what his feelings were. The only person he’s ever dated was tabby Gibson in second grade and she moved away because everyone said she had cooties.

“Sure dear okay.” his mother ruffled his hair and walked off into the kitchen.

It was about an hour before seven, robin had sat there since he got home from school. Just rotting away in his bed. Thinking of nothing in particular.

He was about to get up and get ready, maybe comb his hair a bit and put on s’more deodorant, but his mother's voice rang through the house, “Robin! Someone is on the phone for you. Says it's important.” 

Robin walked down the steps, turning the corner to the kitchen slowly, he took the phone from his mother, slowly and gently putting it up to his ear. “Hello?” 

“Hey Robin, can I come over?” your voice was dry and you were sniffling. “It’s raining, you can’t walk over here”

“Please rob, please,” you begged, although the words could barely make it out your throat. His heart fluttered at the nickname, he figured it was important, “sure yeah okay. The address is 7741 on second street okay” he mumbled,” okay thanks so much’ you sniffled through the phone before hanging up.

It was probably about the project if it was really important you would’ve gone to Finney or better yet Gwen. She gave the better advice out of the two. It had been about ten minutes before you showed up, robin swung open the door.

And there you stood, looking like a wet dog, eyes glossy, nose running, and hugging yourself. He was stunned, why would you come here if you were upset? ‘Hey come on in.” he moved out of the way for you to walk in and swiftly shut the door when you did. “I’ll get you a towel. Stay here’’ he rushed off into the bathroom, and there you sat, dripping wet. “ Hey, here you go. I brought some clothes for when you dry off if you don’t wanna just sit in wet clothes all night.” he handed you the towel and sat the clothes on the head of the couch waving you over. 

You sat on his couch and for the first time in a minute you spoke up. “It was a game of oreo.” your voice shook as you spoke and robin immediately knew what you were talking about. He sighed and hugged you gently, “I'm so sorry N/N”

“It’s fine, I'm gonna go change real quick and we can I dunno, talk or something.” you smiled and walked to his bathroom, towel still wrapped around you as you shivered. it was a pair of unopened boxers and a huge ass black teeshirt. You threw the clothes on and put the towel in the laundry hamper.

“Rob, what do I do with my other clothes?” he looked over and blanked for a minute, you were wearing his clothes. Not like he hadn’t given them to you but still. “Oh you can put them in the laundry hamper  in,y room, upstairs then you take a left and it’s the first door.”

You pretended to understand the directions and walked upstairs. Once you found it, it was a lot cleaner than expected. Some action figures were side by side on a bookshelf, full of horror novels. Some comic books however were sprawled across a corner where a bean bag resided. His bed was messy like he had been laying in it not too long ago. You tossed your clothes into the hamper and walked back downstairs. 

“Do you have a blanket I can use?” 

“Yeah you can use this one.” he grabbed the blanket he was previously using and tossed it over to you. “We can share?” you scooted closer to him, practically laying on his chest. His face was flushed, “yeah sure” he tried to say calmly but a voice crack proved him wrong, you giggled wrapping the blanket around you two.

“So why’d you call me instead of Finney or Gwen?” 

“You were already on my mind, so why not.”

His face once again flushed. “Right, so what happened.” 

“Well we went to my place after school, and we hung out for a little. He was normal the entire time, but when we got to the bowling alley, his friends were there and he was like “ha got ya bitch, it was a dare” you sniffled, your nose still running from the rain and crying for hours before.

“What a dick.” robins jaw tensed, “yeah but whatever. Anyways how was your day?” he couldn’t tell you that he had laid in bed all day sulking, “yeah I just read” 

You snorted, “nerd” reaching up to his face to push up some imaginary glasses. he rolled his eyes, ‘shut up” a few

 moments of silence passed

He was gonna say something but just as he opened his mouth, only, you wouldn't hear him because you had fallen asleep. Soft snores escaped your mouth unwillingly, he grinned, looking up at the ceiling he sighed. Relaxing and trying his hardest to fall asleep too.

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~Choose your own Ending~

“Hi,” Suna grins big and wide and it makes you hot to have his bright smile directed at you. His eyes flick to the man beside you. Osamu’s is under Suna’s spotlight as well. You try to brush aside your embarrassment.

“What are you..” you trail off almost immediately. You simply stare at it all.

It’s hard to not be speechless, when looking at what’s right in front of you.

Suna Rintarou; your messy best friend, Osamu’s high school best friend… in a dark blue tuxedo. There’s a sparkly bow tie adorning his neck. His hair is slicked back, save for a strand falling in front of eyes. In his hands, he holds a ginormous bouquet of flowers in your favorite color and if you’re remembering right, Osamu’s favorite color is sprinkled in too.

You feel nervous.

“Osamu,” Suna says your name slowly next. “Would you do me the honor of spending a romantic evening with me?”

You feel like you’ve seen this coming, yet it’s so shocking you think your mouth is hanging open.

“What the hell?”

Osamu has beaten you in responding. He doesn’t sound mad as he stares at Suna though, and you realize, Osamu has a blush spreading across his ears and neck.

“Holy shit.” You end up saying.

It’s sinking in fast. The way you feel-

and everything else.

Then with warmth blooming through you and a sense of rightnesses you can’t fully explain, you shout yes. You’re rewarded with a quick grin from Suna as he steps closer to you and looks to Osamu to see if he’ll agree.

He’s nervous too, you realize. There’s sweat sliding down the side of Suna’s face and his hands shake as he grins at Osamu. Waiting patiently for something crazy. You grab your boyfriends hand and shake it. He better say something crazy back.

Osamu finally answers with amazement clear in his voice.

“Yeah, let’s go out.”

[mrsfezziwig]

KQ - The Reason Ateez Don't Win Awards: (Pt 1)

n.b.(Good God I am actually scared of what reaction this may get from other Atiny but I feel like it is something I really need to address!)

Ateez are incredible;

as humans, as a group, as vocalists and as rappers, but their stand out ability comes in the way they perform and dance. I have never seen a group like these eight men when it comes to their star power; all of them could probably be in The Demon Line now they have matured, especially Yunho, who feels more relaxed on stage, more intense and he is most definitely not holding himself back anymore (That YunGi clothes grab in the Wonderland tour version, anyone? This Mrs Fezziwig was fanning herself like a Georgian Regency lady with a hand fan and blaming it on her age - hot flushes, you know... Oof! ). But anyone with a braincell can look at the lack of acknowledgement of their talents in terms of end of year award show nominations and wonder what the hell is going on?! It is incredibly irritating when people who deserve to have their hard work and talents celebrated are passed over again and again.

Now, this is where I just know I am going to be side-eyed, possibly bombastically, because I need to make comparisons in order to make my points as this is only about my opinion, and things I see other Atiny discussing on socials. In addition everyone knows how close the members of these two groups are as friends, hence why I am risking my sanity to say it:

The Comparison - Stray Kids

What makes Stray Kids so well awarded isn't just their agency, which has absolutely helped, with their money, organisation and longevity in the idol industry, but there's also the fact that they have practically carte blanche when it comes to the music they make. No body on this good, green Earth can ignore the sheer genius that is 3RACHA and their most common producer, Versachoi, when it comes to their abilities to write, compose and produce their songs.

Every emotion in the human pantheon of feeling is out there in a song available for fans to discover from their catalogue. Their forte is the musical freedom all the members contribute to the group.

SKZ hits harder because they are performing their own emotion out in song and dance, having three geniuses in one group is fated, no one can ever tell me otherwise... However, Ateez doesn't have that extra layer of connection even though the boys are still insanely versatile and make it work.

That's not the fault of the members, BBTrippin or even on some level the collective Edenary, they're all being told the same thing by the agency. It lies in the fact that those at the top want it to be this way.

I don't say this as a diss against Edenary, and I have yet to find a skip song on their albums. It is all impactful, musically, there is nothing but hit after hit on those but the lyrics just aren't up to par. Guerilla was about a fictional revolution, Halazia was about a fictional revolution from the outsider perspective, Bouncy was about an, um... fictional revolution and Crazy For-... Yeah, I am going to stop here.

KQ CEO-nim, I respectfully say:

Holy Fuck... Drop the fucking storyline into the b-side! Yep, you heard me right - Drop. The. Fucking. Storyline. From. The. Title. Tracks! Plllleeeeaaaaasssseee?

I am pretty sure all the inhabitants of Dimensions A and Z, and how ever many other of these buggers are hiding in the mind of the planners, shall collectively gasp dramatically 'Blasphemy!'

What a cardinal sin to suggest such a thing!!! Pre-debut Atiny are clutching their pearls and Diary Version albums as I speak such foul utterances, wondering how I could possibly have the very cheek of it to say such a thing! Do you think the boys will be proud of the dramatic delivery here? 😂

Yes, there are some moving and heart-wrenching b-sides on Ateez albums that are ignored for the scale of interdimensional time Pirates, which makes it increasingly, painfully obvious that those emotions are rare in their title tracks. So, I will make the point I've been moving up to with the comparison:

KQ need to let loose the reins

I first encountered Ateez in my initial journey with kpop in 2021 and I was in my 'BTS got me hooked, Stray Kids toppled them with Hellevator from my focus, and Ateez seems interesting...' era

Being 38 I felt kinda like some sort of sicko for finding guys I could have birthed attractive and I still have twinges of this feeling occasionally. Thankfully, none of the 5th Gen children are anything other than cute little babies to me, ones that I want to tut at, throwing appropriate clothing their way and ground them for going out in such tiny skirts and dresses. As you can imagine, finding Deja Vu as my first Ateez song sent me screeching dramatically away from the group, hands flapping and looking for a man my age to hide behind [thank you, Rain; you were extremely helpful during my mid-life-ish crisis].

So I continued on my way along up the endurance hike that is the Stray Kids path, again feeling slightly creeped out at myself for buying Oddinary, but also in absolute awe at the music these eight guys made. I still don't have a fucking clue what their storyline is, although it is coming more into focus thanks to the most recent SKZFLIX but that's kinda positive as it allows for their flexibility in terms of what they say and how it's performed and perceived.

At the core, I like their lyrical content better than Ateez, purely due to the fact it's visceral in its emotional impact. With a leader like Bang Chan, I haven't been surprised to find so many amazing fans out there too. Older STAYs I chat with on Discord have been my rock and support as I admitted my feelings of discomfort at the age thing and we figured out it was my STBX husband and his reaction to my new found hobby and likes that left me feeling so icky.

With their help, I finally got the courage up to accept that we were done after 20 years and I haven't missed him except for one occasion [I was facing a general anaesthetic to have a massive abscess on my jaw drained, all alone in a hospital about an hour from home with nobody at all to hold my hand] since he left in March. Every time I faced a backwards step emotionally because of my Ehler-Danlos Syndrome and my limitations, they were there to check on me.

This community is what makes Kpop the best rabbit hole I ever plunged into - stay away from Twitter (No, Elon, it isn't called 'X', it's called Twitter!) and the fans are such magnificently, genuine hearted people who just get me! For the first time in my life my sense of humour wasn't misinterpreted and rather slotted into place like this was where I was meant to be all along. When I found this tribe I was so lonely it was frightful, and it's only by being who I am today with their love and support I can look back at that version of myself and cry for her desperation and black-fog draped soul.

99% of the people in that chat are actually StayTiny, and they were discussing Halazia, insisting I really need to watch the MV. So I did, and as thankful I am for BTS getting me into Kpop and Stray Kids for finding me at my lowest then giving me my coping song in Voices, Ateez overtook them all in one MV. There is something about these guys that I connected with. That began my twisted path in April 2023 in learning names, songs and personality types that lead me to December and the drop of Crazy Form. Yet they may now be my Ult group, Stray Kids are my foundation in the world of idols. And no, I still can't handle Deja Vu no matter how many times I have tried to make it happen. So far I can get to the end of Yunho's opening but I can't take San with that haircut and eyebrows without cringing and backing out, which means I've progressed beyond the sexual feel of the song and am now firmly entrenched in 'Second-hand Embarrassment Station'.

Ateez could be much bigger if...

Despite the connection I found with these seven crackheads plus Jongho, instantly was thrown off by the incessant focus on the story of Ateez and dimension hopping, wondering where they were, as in where were the personal stories; the freedom of expression and grounding focus of reliving your experience in music?

If the story came in the form of a novel, I would be pre-ordering that shit off Amazon faster than I pre-order SKZ and Ateez albums. And I am not alone in this sentiment. After five years in the industry, these guys aren't newbies, they have the experience to handle the responsibilities of writing their own songs with guidance from Edenary and creating their own choreo alongside BBTrippin.

Hearing how the agency weaves the lore into every single MV and title track, I felt angry. I still am and am likely to always be, because if they let up and allowed the boys to display their joy, sorrow, happiness and agony in their songs and choreo, Ateez would be even greater, they'd be a force to be reckoned with particularly in the international market where they just work already. This is where BTS and Stray Kids have Ateez beat.

international fans have come to expect that the music is written and produced by the members of a group. Sure this could be argued as being a side effect of BTS getting so big, it's also a factor no one should discount.

Now, I shall move onto the part I love most: 'saying shit 'people who don't have a genetic pain disorder and who still have two flying fucks to give' won't...

The agency is responsible for the lack of mainstream recognition in terms of awards and fans because that oomph 3RACHA pour into their music is where the disparity lies.

With performers like the eight men in Ateez imagine them being up there on the VMAs stage getting all the praise... And the viral Taylor Swift reaction to match... Her reaction to Chan was just so relatable after all (be still my Swiftie/STAY/Atiny manic heart). I can't lie, the thought of them never being recognised in the mainstream before it's too late and they disband to focus on solo careers makes me tear up. Oh, that's so dramatic of me is what people who don't know Ateez will think,

'Ewwww... it's not that deep 🙄! Go touch some fucking grass and stop being so saesang coded' { Bitch, if I could go outside without dislocating my hip, I'd still be an Archaeologist! Is that enough grass and mud for you all?}

With a massive 'Wooyoung-thicc, baby-girl-twerking' ass BUT(t):

The thing is, it actually is that deep.

I am sick of spending comeback day piecing together the story point instead of looking at the video and lyrics and it's meaning. Which invariably is about the destruction of the dystopian universe. Don't Stop did the story telling in a way that made sense for what the video portrays and it works real fucking well (plus Mingi? Oooh, damn boyyy!). We understood it because it was all there to be found!

Imagine having that every comeback day, the 'falling out of bed at 5am to match KST' would be so much more enjoyable because there isn't any depth to plunder, it would be a {most definitely not} straight shooting banger or bopper or tear-mopper of a track, ALMOST ENTIRELY written and produced by the members for us to enjoy on repeat. Then a few days later the Edenary b-side/s with all the storyline desired would drop and we would be mentally prepared to disect every second of it because our thirst would have diminished to the 'reasonably manageable when those eight beautiful men plus San's chocolate bar abs are in the world' level.

Whilst I intended to make all my points in one post, I will split it up because of the length it's going to be... To be continued...

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song part 33

"I'm just gonna go take a quick walk around the building. He might be here," JJ announces.

"Okay. Be safe," I reply. She nods and exits the apartment, leaving Florence and I alone in the living room.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about any of this," Florence starts. "I mean, we're in a relationship, are we not? I know we haven't really had this talk yet, but I'm not gonna dance around it with high school bullshit. I really care about you, Y/N, and that means no keeping secrets from each other."

"I know, Flo, I know I should've told you. But I was just so focused on getting you and Syd out of here, I wasn't thinking. I just want you to be safe, mon amour. Je t'aimerais jusqu'à la fin de mes jours."

Her glassy eyes look into mine and I smile softly. "I have no idea what the fuck you just said, but it was really hot," she says. We both laugh and I pull her body close to mine, wrapping her in a tight hug.

"It doesn't matter," I whisper into her neck, pressing a kiss to the soft skin. "I wanna do this. I wanna be all in with you. As soon as Ben is gone, I want you. For real. I want the world to know that I am head over heels for Florence Pugh. I want Syd to know. I just want you."

"Head over heels, huh?"

"From the second I laid eyes on you."

"Let's tell the world, Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." We smile like teenagers in love and kiss fervently, forgetting the troubles surrounding us, just for a moment. My phone dings in my pocket. I ignore it and hold Florence closer. It dings again. I sigh and dig it out.

JJ: SOS JJ: ROOF ACROSS THE STREET

"What the hell?" I mumble, jumping up from the couch. I get out on the balcony and squint my eyes to try and see the rooftop of the building across the street. I can't see anything. My phone vibrates with an incoming call from JJ.

"JJ, what's going on?"

"Well, I caught your friend here lurking around the building. Not very nice," a male voice gravels through the phone. "Don't worry though, sweetheart, I took care of her for us. See you soon."

"Ben, I swear to god if you touch her-" He cuts me off by ending the call. "Shit!" I yell.

"Y/N, what's going on?" Florence asks shakily. 

"Stay here, call the police," I instruct as I throw on a pair of shoes.

"Are you fucking crazy? You're not going out there alone! Tell me what's going on!"

"Flo, there's no time! Just trust me, okay? Call the cops. I'll be back." I open the apartment door and step out, looking back as I exit. "I love you, Flo." And then I close the door, running through the apartment building. Down the stairs. Down. Down. Faster. Down. Across the street. My lungs are burning. I don't have a fucking plan. I reach the building across the street. The doors are locked. I run around the side, trying every door in sight. They're all locked.

"Fuck!" I grunt, pulling on another door. I run around the back of the building, tripping over the cracked concrete but quickly getting back up. I see the fire escapes, and I take my chance. I climb up and up until the black metal stairs end. There's still about ten feet to the roof. Fuck. I glance over at the metal pipe attached to the side of the building and swallow thickly. Before I can change my mind, I grab ahold of it and swing my body off the fire escape, placing my feet on the rivets in the pipe. I take a few shaky breaths, then force myself to climb. Up and up, until I reach the top and heave my body onto the roof. "Holy shit," I breathe, standing shakily. I glance around but don't see anything. 

I pause, thinking I heard something. A man's voice. I can't make out what he's saying, but I know it's him. And it sounds like he's dragging something. JJ. I step quietly across the roof, pausing when I reach the corner of what looks like a small utility room. I peer around the corner and immediately jump back, seeing Ben dragging JJ's motionless body across the roof.

"Y'know, it's not very nice to spy on people, Agent Jareau. You couldn't have just left us alone, huh? It's too bad...You were a pretty one," he mumbles.

My heart lurches in my chest and I step out from the corner. "Ben!"

He looks up with wide eyes, momentarily looking ashamed to be caught red-handed. "Well hey there, darlin'. Glad you could join us. Wanna lend a hand?" I don't say anything. "No? Okay then. Why don't you sit pretty and give me a few minutes okay? Then we can talk, yeah?" he says brightly with a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Fuck you," I spit, but I'm frozen to my spot. My legs won't move forward. I'm scared of this man. I don't want to be, but, fuck, I am.

"Oh, we'll get there, baby, trust me. But right now I'm busy," he grunts, dragging JJ's body once again. I lunge forward and push him, but he barely budges and now I'm only a few inches from his huge body. "See now that was just unnecessary, sweetheart," he says tightly, grabbing my arm.

I wince, already feeling the bruises forming on my arm. "Ben, you're hurting me," I say through clenched teeth.

"If you want me to play nice, then you're gonna have to behave," he spits.

"Hey, douchebag!" someone yells, and then Ben collapses to the ground. Florence is standing there holding a pipe, her mouth agape.

"Holy shit, Flo. I told you to stay there! What the fuck!" I yell, panicking.

"Oh, yeah, you clearly had the situation under control here. I'll just go then, yeah? You can deal with the big stalker-man by yourself, hm?" she retorts, visibly panicked.

"I was working on it!" I scream.

"You cunt!" Ben seethes as he staggers into a standing position, clutching the back of his head. He stumbles toward Florence and I jump in front of her. He steps closer and I slap him across the face as Florence and I both scream. "I'm gonna kill you both, I swear to god!" Florence knees him in the nuts and he crumples to the ground, his face bright red. He grabs her ankle, pulling her to the ground as he punches the side of her face, and she falls unconscious. He lunges at me with a knife, tackling me to the ground and holding the blade to my throat. "I didn't wanna have to do this but I'm running out of options, sweetheart. I'm giving you one last chance to behave. Are you gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Go to hell," I grit out as I feel a line of blood trickling down my throat. He puts more pressure on the blade and I feel it cut deeper, but then his face goes slack and he falls to the ground beside me. I don't even register the gunshot. I only stare into his glassy eyes. Everything is ringing and I'm getting dizzier. He's dead? They're safe. It's okay. He's dead.

I faintly hear yelling. Someone is kneeling over me, tapping my face. "Hey,  Y/N, baby, c'mon. Say something, please. It's Flo, can you hear me?"

"It's, yeah...I can- I can hear you," I mumble.

"She's losing a lot of blood," Flo says tightly.

"I know. The ambulance is on the way," JJ answers, blood dripping down the side of her face.

"Flo? Am I- Am I gonna die?" I cough, blood spilling from my mouth.

"No, darling, you're not gonna die. I promise, okay? You're gonna be just fine. Syd needs you, Y/N. Just keep your eyes open, okay?"

"Okay," I whisper, but everything's getting heavier and I'm just so tired. My eyes start slipping closed.

"Hey, don't do that. Stay with me, Y/N. Y/N? Hey, I love you, asshole. Keep your eyes open. Just for a few more minutes, okay?"

"Okay," I promise, and then my eyes close and everything goes black.