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whoopsyeahokay · 1 month

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October Sun

summary: Xavier had been acting cagey for weeks, a fact you hadn't had the heart to address since Maddie's disappearance. but with his dubious return to school and how he loitered in the periphery of Nicole and Simon's orbit, you thought it was about time to get answers. too bad one pale, cow-eyed jock had other plans.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence.

i had some serious technical issues with these parts, so my fingers are crossed that everything worked!

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.5

You felt foolish, dressed like a Parisian cat burglar, but you hadn't exactly spent your night strategizing how to avoid Wally Clark come morning. Instead, you'd pored over several small, ratty books that outlined possible explanations for human-ghost attraction.

Not the kind of attraction that makes your heart beat love songs, but the kind that draws elements together. The scientific kind that had nothing to do with what the shape of Wally's mouth might feel like against various pulse points.

Thankfully, the universe seemed to be on your side. You'd managed to slip from one class to the next unnoticed, only seeing the shy boy with the glasses and the spacey girl who roosted atop the library return bins. No towering athlete with big hands and bedroom eyes.

Jesus, girl, get a grip, you chided yourself in a voice that eerily resembled Mathilda's.

Mathilda, who you'd managed to waylay that morning by dragging her into the girls' bathroom and holding her hostage until Xavier had texted you the OK. Mathilda who'd spent the time before and after History barking insults at people who'd thought it'd been a good idea to share their opinions of Xavier aloud.

What she lacked in height, she sure as hell made up for in loyalty and intimidation. Qualities you admired and wished you could emulate. If Mathilda had chaotic, ancestral ghost powers, she wouldn't let herself be pushed around by the idea of a ghost getting the better of her.

No. She'd probably browbeat the ghost into submission and get on with her day. No swarms or storms or ectoplasmic squalls; no mother eventually stepping in to fix her daughter's mistake, cursing I told you over and over again because, yeah, she had. Sadly, Mathilda didn't share your abilities and couldn't chase Wally away on your behalf.

Frustrated, you shoved the hood of your uncle's sweater over your head and yanked the drawstrings, encasing yourself in a void of soft fabric.

It sucked. You didn't want Wally chased away. You just wanted him never to figure out that you could see, hear, or wholly and completely interact with him...Which would result in him eventually giving up or losing interest and never seeking you out again, as he'd done in your sophomore year. And you wanted that even less.

When had 'don't tell anyone' become so complicated?

Naturally, you didn't want to get your mother involved. Were wholeheartedly determined to weather the storm alone. Had been doing a decent enough job of it until yesterday, despite some minor missteps here and there. But if Wally remained steadfast in his promise ("I'm not going anywhere until you admit it"), she'd find out—she always found out—and you'd never see him again. Poof. Gone. Disintegrated into the ether; his beautiful, summer-sun soul vanished from the earth as if he'd never existed.

You couldn't let that happen.

"How's the undercover operation?" Xavier's voice penetrated the dead air from somewhere above you.

You groaned in response, loosened your hood and pushed it off to stare up at him, likely making a pitiful picture with staticky hair and a pout.

He prompted you with a twitch of an eyebrow, you rolled your eyes; he grinned, you untucked your knees from your chest and opened yourself up to invite Xavier to sit with you on the library floor.

"Who are you hiding from, again?" He asked, making himself comfortable across from you between the shelves of autobiographies—the section furthest from the door.

You teased him with a delicate smile, "No questions, remember?"

"Normally, I'd respect the hell out of that, but I feel like I should be concerned." He regarded you carefully, eyes flitting between yours as if he could summon your secrets through them. "I don't have to kick the shit out of anyone, do I?"

"I love you, Zav, and, don't get me wrong, I appreciate the thought," You really did, "but, trust me, it's not that deep."

"Okay...and how many lunches do you plan to have in the back of the library?"

"As many as I need to." You replied vaguely. He bit his lip to stop a smile and nodded. "I'm good, Xavier, I swear. I just need some space right now." You weren't going to fabricate a lie for him. Anyone else, yeah, water off a duck's back, but Xavier? It toed a line you weren't comfortable crossing.

While not entirely placated by your statement, Xavier respected it, getting back to his feet and shouldering his backpack. As he was about to round the bookshelf and leave you to your business, he paused.

"You'd tell me, right?" He peered at you over his shoulder, "If things were bad...you'd tell me?"

Without hesitation, "Yes," you assured and meant it in your bones.

His expression relaxed, "Thanks."

Xavier didn't leave the library altogether, simply walked away to give you the space you'd said you needed.

For awhile, you occupied yourself with homework—notebook in your lap and Frankenstein open beside you—taking advantage of your free period to catch up on what you'd put aside last night. It would've been a good use of your time, except...your uncooperative brain kept ambling back to Wally. To his puppysoft brown eyes; his cocky, boyish grin. Then to how he'd glided his fingers up your spine and had made your blood surge.

Shit. God. No. Stop that!

Growling inwardly, you shifted to your knees, notebook sliding to the floor, and grabbed your backpack. Dragged it toward you so you could pack up and find another place to sequester yourself. A change of scenery might help prevent your brain from tap dancing into very bad no good territory.

The pen you'd been using had rolled away when you'd repositioned yourself, now sat at the end of the aisle. Standing, you went to get it when you heard someone who sounded a lot like Nicole mutter an apology. Peeking around the bookshelf, you caught sight of her as she hurried out of the library, phone in hand and boldness in her stride.

What's that about?

Before you could apprehend it, you saw movement in the corner of your eye. Xavier reshelved the book he'd been flipping through and made a hasty exit, clearly intending to follow Nicole.

Well. Now you had to know. You swooped over to your backpack, double-checked that you hadn't forgetting anything, and strolled as fast as you dared after them.

Completely unaware that, beyond the school walls, the specter you'd cosplayed Sid Vicious to avoid was gleefully running amok.

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PART FOUR - PART SIX

note: next part is all Wally being about as subtle as a neon sign 💀 he's too cute, i need to give the babe hugs and snugs and dry smacky kisses all over his lil' face 💕 but that's a PART SEVEN problem 😏

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femmehysteria · 6 months

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Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

#best character named x #poll #poll game #my post

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burrowbaddie · 1 year

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Circles

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: Childhood friends to lovers to nothing. You and Joe had history, you were each others first and then you were nothing. Years later, you guys rekindle the flame but with more obstacles in the way this time.

Chapter 3 Summary: You and Joe continue to fall apart and together.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Afab!reader, smut, swearing. Oral (female & male receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cheating! (You are the side girl, sorry.), small fight scene, jealous Joe,

Series Masterlist

Joe couldn't take his eyes off you, watching you swim in circles around him. You gave him a splash, swimming toward him and wrapping your legs around him. It's been a whole week of just you and Joe. You felt like you were in heaven. You guys did a dive tour, went hiking, and had a wonderful dinner every night. The night always ended with you folded under Joe, crying and shaking while he fucked into you over and over again, but you didn't complain. You loved every min of it.

"Dinner on the beach tonight?"

"Mmm, sounds romantic. Are you proposing?"

"I would marry you in a heartbeat."

"If you were single." Your voice drips with disappointment. Joe kisses your neck and swims you back to the Villa. You climb up the stairs, and he follows you in. You take turns to dry each other off, not saying a word. You know you've killed the mood, but you can't help it. How long are you supposed to be the other woman? After quick showers, you lounge around watching Netflix while Joe answers emails and returns calls. It isn't until dinner that you speak to him.

"I'm sorry. You have every right to be pissed at me. I want to end things with Nicole."

"So, what's stopping you." You cross your arms over your chest, waiting for him to continue.

"I don't know. I really don't know. Nicole'smother died, and I didn't think it would be the right time."

"You choose now to start caring about her feelings. Ha."

"Cheeks, come on. I-"

"You're fucking me. Newsflash, just because you love me doesn't make it okay for you to cheat on her. So this sudden "I don't want to hurt her" play you're putting on is bullshit!"

The waiter puts your food on the table and awkwardly smiles, walking away. Joe rubs his face. He knows what it sounds like. Excuses. But he really doesn't know how to end things with Nicole without things getting messy. Joe reaches out to take your hand, but you snatch it away.

"Baby-"

"I've been caught up with all of it. But I'm tired now, Joey. I'm 25 years old. How long must I keep chasing you and waiting for you to choose me? I want marriage. I want children. I want to be with someone to love me in the light, not in the dark."

"I do love you. I want everything you want. When have I not chosen you?"

"Never. Joe, you have never chosen me. Are you fucking her?"

"Where is this coming from?"

"Joe, are you fucking her? Yes or no. It's a simple question. After you spend all day fucking me, do you return to your girlfriend and fuck her?" Your eyes do not leave Joe's eyes with each burning question. With no response from Joe, you get up and leave the table. He doesn't chase after you nor calls for you. You pack your things and buy a ticket home. Joe walks on the beach for what seems like hours; when he finally returns to the Villa, your luggage sits by the front door.

"We still have a few more days. Don't leave."

"You're fucking her and me. It sounds crazy for me even to say it! I shouldn't be the one hurting because I'm the bad person in this situation. I'm the side bitch."

"Don't talk about yourself like that. You're not. Nothing about you is terrible. It's me. I'm the one in the relationship."

"I wish we could stay here and not have to return to real life, but we can't. You have your life, and I have mine. Maybe we're not meant to be together. It's that simple."

"Cheeks. Please. We have to try and-"

"It's done. I'm tired. Someone is threatening me at this point. Is it all worth it?"

"You're right. You deserve better than me. This person could be unstable, so it's better to let you go than put you in any more danger."

Once again, Joe finds his heart breaking because of you. He didn't think his heart could possibly break anymore. You can't bring yourself to look up at those sad blue eyes, so you walk away first. Joe leaves a day after you, and when he gets home, Nicole books a trip to the Bahamas. As the days pass, you bury yourself in work by picking up shifts at the city hospital.

"You look like you haven't slept in days. You look like shit." Mya says, leaning against the wall.

"I pulled a double at city. I'm going to nap in the on-call room; if needed, page me." You hurry to the room and lie on the bed. Sleep doesn't come, so you scroll Instagram. Nicole added you a few weeks ago, so when her post with Joe pops up, your heart sinks further into your gut. They look so happy and in love. A call from Quinn stops you from gawking at the photo longer.

"I will be in your area tomorrow. Nico had some work in Italy, so I was like, I'm going to spend some time with my best friend in nasty Natti!"

"I'm working doubles all week. I don't know how well I'm going-"

"Joe told Fran, and he told me. I'm coming to cheer you up. No excuses."

"The first breakup sucks, but the second one. Quinn, I'm drowning. I don't understand how I can love someone so much it hurts. I feel like I'm dying. I'm so fucking stuck here. Why am I the only one stuck?"

"I know, baby. I know."

"Can you come in a few weeks? I got back from vacation, so I won't be able to change shifts."

"Of course!"

You hang up and place your phone on the stand. Curling into a ball, you let the tears flow down your face. You can't lay here and cry all day because you're paged to the ED.

"Are you okay? It looks like you've been crying?" Dr. Brian asks, pulling you aside.

"I'm fine. Just tired. Thank you, Brian." You pull away and head to the emergency department. After a long shift, you make your way to city hospital. And after another shift at the children's hospital, you finally go home. You pull Peaches into your lap and stare at the blank tv screen. As promised, Quinn comes to your house to cheer you up. But you can barely get out of bed. Because to keep your mind off of Joe, you've been pulling shift after shift. The bags under your eyes are horrendous. You barely eat, and when you do, it's a random fruit and water. Quinn pulls the blanket off your head and opens the curtains.

"We are not going there. Up! I booked us a spa treatment, and we're going out tonight. It's Friday, and you will not sit here kicking yourself again."

Your throat is sore from crying all night, so you don't respond. Quinn drags you to the shower and forces you in. At the spa, you try to distract yourself with thoughts of relaxing. But it's hard. Joe is consuming your every thought.

"Spill. Let it all out." Quinn pulls her towel down, letting her breast free. You do the same and pout.

"Am I not good enough?"

"For Joe? No. You are better than what he deserves."

"Quinn, Why can't we work out? Why won't he choose me?"

"Men are dumb. You have to walk them right in front of their prize. But at this point, maybe you guys aren't right for each other. Every time you cry over him, I am ready to end my friendship with him. I'm not joking. Watching you wither away when he left the first time crushed me. I don't want to see you like that again. So I will stay with you as long as it takes." She hugs you and kisses your forehead. The rest of the day, you guys catch up. You tell her about the stalker, and she worries for you, but since ending things with Joe, you haven't heard a thing from them.

"You look so good." Quinn grabs your boobs, and you slap her hand away. This would be your first time out in a while. DJ invited you to join him at this club, so you accepted. After picking up Mya, you guys make your way to the club. DJ invites you to the VIP section, and you take a seat catching up with him. He tells you off-season is going pretty well. All the guys can't wait for the season to start.

"I thought you were dodging me for real." He shouts over the music. You sip your drink.

"No. Busy working."

"Right, you're a doctor and shit. That's cool as hell. I admire that about you. A hard-working woman."

"You smile and turn to him, engaging more in the conversation. By the night's end, you've gotten to know DJ more. So, over the next few weeks, you guys hang out and constantly text. When he asks you to the team's pre-season brunch, you're nervous about going, but he assures you Joe won't be there because of a conflict. But Joe finished his interview early and arrived at the brunch with Nicole. You turn around, ready to leave but DJ spots you.

"I thought his interview would be longer. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"It's fine. We have to co-exist. This is god's way of testing me."

DJ gives you a big smile and takes your hand to introduce you to some guys and their girlfriends.

"Omg! Joey! I told you I'm a matchmaker." Nicole squeals, hugging you. You flinch away but quickly recover and hug her back.

"We're just friends, Nicki; relax." DJ corrects her before you can. Joe won't even look at you. His eyes are dead and only trained on DJ. Nicole takes your hands and wants you to meet her group. She introduces you to the girls as if you were a new toy.

"You grew up with Joe? That's cute." Amber pops her gum, staring you up and down. You simply nod your head and look over at the cocktail table. A drink is definitely going to help you in this situation. Your luck only worsens when you are forced to sit with Joe and Nicole at a table. With every kiss and I love you they share your facade cracks. Nicole leaves to use the restroom, and DJ is pulled away by another player, leaving you with Joe.

"Are you sleeping with him?" Joe mumbles across the table. You don't make eye contact with him. You don't even want to acknowledge him. Joe starts tapping his finger on the table.

"Cheeks, are you-"

"That's inappropriate and none of your business."

"How isn't that my business? You're still my best friend." Joe says softly, sitting up in his chair.

"Best friend? You haven't called me all summer."

"You said it was over. You break up with me, and I'm the bad guy now? You left me again."

Don't look at him. Don't cry. You have to remind yourself of these two things.

"Why was I supposed to do? Stand there while you love another. I'm sick, Joe. I don't want half of you; I want all of you." You whisper, trying to keep the conversation low-key. Joe rubs his face out of frustration.

"I said I would end things."

"When? When we're 40?" You grab your purse, ready to make your exit when Joe grabs your wrist.

"Not with DJ. Please. That's all I'm asking. Not with him."

"I'm not your property." You snatch away, leaving Joe sitting at the table with a sour look on his face. DJ catches you as you rush out.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay? Hey, look at me. Joe doesn't deserve you. If he cheats on Nicole, what makes you think he won't do the same to you?"

You wipe your eyes and shake your head. Right now, hearing those words breaks you down further. You're surprised to hear Joe calling your name. He yanks DJ off of you and stands in front of you protectively.

"Fuck off, DJ."

"Or what, pretty boy? Huh. You honestly think I'm afraid of you."

"Stop. what is going on?" You grab Joe's arm pulling him out of DJ's face.

"I'm not going to tell you again." Joe spits with venom laced in his voice. You've never seen him this upset before. You know you have to step in before things escalate, so you stand between them.

"Joe, go back inside. I can handle myself."

"You heard her, chump," DJ adds. Joe moves you out of the way with one hand.

"I'm real fucking sick of you. You think playing mind games with me is the way to go. Play with me if you want." Joe's voice is stern and sharp.

"Go on, pretty boy, do something. You mad because your bitch-"

DJ doesn't get another word out because Joe swings on him. You scream as they start fighting. Tee, Sam, and Ja'Marr are on sight to break things up before it gets out of control. Ja'Marr scoops you up because when you tried to separate them, you got knocked down and skidded your knee. Thankfully, the fight happened away from prying eyes. Ja'Marr sets you down and goes to get a first-aid kit. He returns, trying to dress your wound.

"She's a doctor, idiot. Let her do it." Sam says, laughing. You thank Ja'Marr and begin cleaning the wound. Nicole runs over to find out what happened because although no one else was around for the fight, word of mouth travels fast.

"Joe and DJ are just being assholes. They went to cool off." Ja'Marr speaks up. Nicole marches off to look for Joe. You stand up, and Ja'Marr lifts you again because you are limping.

"Marr, put me down. I'm okay. I want to go to the bathroom to clean up."

He puts you down and watches you walk away. Before you reach the bathroom, Joe pulls you away. You try to snatch away from him, but his grip is tight.

"And that's the guy that you're fucking? He calls you out of your name and-"

"Because you have so much respect for me, Joseph."

"He called you a bitch!"

"I can handle myself!"

Joe starts pacing, running his hand through his hair. His frustration is written all over his face. He finally stops and stands in front of you. Joe's apologetic eyes make you shy away. He reaches out to take your hands.

"I'm sorry for being an asshole. You're right; you can handle yourself and date anyone you want…just not DJ or anyone on my team. The thought of you with any of them sends me into this state. I feel angry at the thought-"

"Now, you know how I feel—seeing you with Nicole. Every day I wake up turning on the tv and seeing her face, knowing I'm sleeping with you. The guilt is eating me alive. I have worked back-to-back shifts just to keep myself from drowning again-"

"I won't let you drown. Ever. I'll save you every single time, Cheeks. I want to be with you. I promise this time." Joe kisses your forehead and then your lips. You excuse yourself and leave the party. DJ calls after you, but you ignore him.

"Hey, come on. I didn't mean to say that."

"You were way out of line. Lose my number."

"Wow. It's like that? Over pretty boy? You really think he will make you wifey? And what if I slip up and tell Nicole." Dj crosses his arms, wearing a big smile. You look around nervously, ensuring no one is in earshot to hear his threat.

"I don't care what you do. If you think I'm going to let a man intimidate me, you chose the wrong one. Try me." You storm off, leaving him dumbfounded. When you arrive home, you sit on the couch for hours staring at the blank tv. You know that letting yourself sulk will only drive you to more misery.

Joe sits down on the bed, rubbing his face. Nicole stands in her walk-in closet, getting undressed. She tells him she got voted in as the president of the field's club, which is basically a glorified booster club for the woman dating or married to football players. They organize funding for local schools, businesses, and afterschool programs. Joe stands up and walks over to the closet. He leans against the door frame watching Nicole take off her jewelry.

"I want to break up," Joe whispers to himself. Nicole turns around.

"Did you say something? And what did you and DJ fight about? I thought you were good friends."

"Nicole, I want to break up. You can keep the apartment and-"

"What? Where is this coming from?"

"Nothing. It's not you; it's-"

"Do not say that bullshit statement! Why are you trying to break up with me? After all these years, you suddenly feel different."

"Nicki, I know you feel it too. It's not the same. It hasn't been the same between us in a long time. I think it would be better to see other people." Joe makes his statement but refuses to meet her crying eyes.

"The cars and apartment-"

"Give me the fucking reason!"

Joe takes a deep breath and moves quickly to hold her. Nicole cries into his chest as he rubs her back.

"I cheated."

"How many times? How many women? Where?"

"There was only one-"

"Once? Joe, we can fix this. You cheated one time; no big deal. We can-"

"No, I cheated multiple times with the same woman."

Nicole freezes as her mind quickly puts together the pieces, and she pulls away.

"Cheeks? You're cheating on me with her. All those fucking nights you said you were with Marr or at your parent's house!"

Joe nods his head. Nicole grabs a heel off the shelf, throwing it at him. She hits his chest and shoves him away. Joe gently grabs her wrists, trying to calm her down.

"She smiled in my fucking face! Was I a joke to you? Where is she now? I'll kill her!"

"Nicki, calm down. She has nothing to do with this. It was me. I stepped out on you. I know nothing in this world could fix this situation, but I did love you. The blame is all on me."

Nicole settles down and wipes her face.

"I knew you were cheating, but why didn't I think your ex-girlfriend and best friend could be the one? It's fine. We will fix this."

"Nicole, I want to break up. There is no fixing this."

"No."

"No?" Joe raises an eyebrow, confused by her words.

"If you think I'm going to let you walk away unscathed, you are fucking dead wrong. You will attend the field club luncheon with me as I accept my position. You will smile and act accordingly. I won't let you break things off and throw me away like I meant nothing. You will never get a happy ending with her as long as I'm alive."

"Nicki, come on. You sound insane right now. What is the point of us-"

"Leave me for her and see what happens. You think I spent years building connections for nothing. Leave me for her, and I will ruin her career faster than you can blink. She will never work in a hospital setting again. I will make sure that not even a run-down clinic will hire her." Nicole crosses her arms, staring Joe into his eyes. Joe shakes his head.

"Nicki, this is crazy. She didn't do anything. If you want to ruin a career, ruin-ruin mine."

"You would actually throw the career you've worked so hard for her? Ha. The funny thing is I believe you. I know you would do it, which is why I will ruin hers. It's much sweeter that way. Do I make myself clear?"

Joe closes his mouth and slowly nods as she rubs his chest.

"Yeah. I get it."

"Good. Pick out your outfit for the luncheon tomorrow. I'm thinking we should match. Cute, right?" She said, holding up her pink pencil skirt. The whole situation completely throws off Joe. After Nicole falls asleep, he sneaks off to call you.

"I'm sorry. Are you at work?" He whispers, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Yeah. I'm working at city hospital tonight. It's pretty slow tonight. Saying that will probably jinks us now."

"I love you. You know that, right?"

You tell your coworker you need to head to the break room. With each step, your heartbeat grows in synch with the twisting in your tummy. For some reason, this feeling of dread is coming over you. Once you reach the room, you take a deep breath.

"I know. I love you too. What's wrong?"

"I'm going to put you first. I know we keep falling out and making up. I want you. I want every inch of you, but I can't have you. I know that now."

"Joe, what are you saying?"

"I'll stay away from you. I'll let you go. You have the right to be with someone that will make you happy."

Your back is against the door as you stare at a poster across the room. Your eyes become blurred with tears.

"Cheeks. Please don't cry. I'm not sure I can handle hearing you cry. I will break." Joe whispers, trying to hold back his tears. You wipe your eyes and sniffle.

"I'm being paged. Goodbye, Joseph."

"Goodbye, Cheeks."

Neither of you hangs up. Joe, listen to your breath as you listen to his. He sighs and closes his eyes.

"Joe? I have to-I have to go."

"Can I come over after your shift?" He asks. You pause, letting the question roll around in your head. Just seconds ago, you two were on the verge of ending everything.

"Yes." You end the call and get back to your shift. The butterflies in your stomach continue to flip and swirl as the clock ticks down on your shift. You rush home to find Joe sitting on your steps. You stare at each other, wondering what the other is thinking.

"Are you coming in?"

"I don't know. I mean-"

"What's going on? First, you called me to end things, then you asked to come over, and now you don't know? I'm confused!"

"I want to be with you, but I can't. And I want to tell you everything, but I can't." Joe closes his eyes with a sigh.

"What can you do? Because from where I'm standing, this thing we have going on is done. Our friendship is ruined. We ruined it." You whisper the last part to yourself. Joe retakes a seat on your steps, and you follow him. Once again, you two let the silence sit between you. You lean your head on his shoulder, and he kisses your head. Joe wants to tell you about Nicole's threats, but he knows you would try to help him out of the situation. He refuses to let you ruin your career because of him; if someone has to suffer, it should be him. Alone.

"Friends?" He asks, bopping your nose with his index finger. You nod your head as he stands up, pulling you.

"Friends…only."

Joe hugs you for a while. Neither of you can let go. Finally, you break up the hug.

"I'll always save you a home ticket." He smiles, making you laugh. You watch him drive off and make your way inside. Inside, you found another envelope with photos of you and Joe from the Maldives trip. Setting them on the counter, you take a breath. Things are finally over with Joe, so hopefully, the stalker leaves you alone.

As weeks pass, you let Joe drift far from your focus. It isn't until your father needs you at one of his youth football games that you meet Joe again. He's there as a guest speaker on behalf of your dad. You stand to the side, watching him give the kids a grand speech. Nicole stands near his mother, watching with a wide grin. Robin sits next to you in the bleachers, with your mother on the other side of you. They talk across you about cooking and school stuff. You try to zone out watching the game until Robin talks about Joe and Nicole.

"I'm worried about Joe. I'm sure he and Nicole are fighting so much these days, but I don't want to be overbearing. You know the boy is so private about his relationships. Can you ask him?" Robin takes your hand and looks into your eyes. Like son like mother. You can never turn down a Burrow who gives you that puppy-eyed look. You give a simple nod. During half-time, Nicole leaves, and you take this time to go to the locker room and wait for Joe. He comes out, and you grab his hand.

"Your mother is worried about you. I know we ended things, but we did agree on a normal friendship. Talk."

Joe sighs and leans on the wall.

"Football stuff. Nothing, Cheeks need to worry about."

"You knew he was lying but decided not to push it. Joe walks away and says nothing to you for the remainder of the game. It's not like he didn't want to talk to you. He's afraid Nicole might take it the wrong way and come through full swing on her threats. Joe hasn't told you, but he hired someone to watch your house. He has convinced himself that the person sending those photos must be Nicole. Joe tries to go on without you. He tries to regain a regular pattern. Hell, he even tries to fall in love with Nicole again, but he can't. She threatened you. There is no way he can love her again. His focus now is getting his ring and moving forward. But he sees you at every family event that your parents throw. He thinks of you before every game. Joe jerks off to you several times a week. He can't focus the way he should focus because his heart is in shambles. It feels like college all over again. Joe let you go thinking it was for the best, but it might have been the worst mistake of his life.

"I'm so fucking in love with her, Fran." Joe stares into his empty glass.

"Nicole? Come on; I don't want to hear about your love life during my birthday! It's bad enough I have to share it with my sister! I called you out to spend the day with me!"

"Cheeks. I let her go twice. Two times I made the same mistake two fucking times. The second time I keep trying to convince myself that I'm protecting her, but I'm not. I'm taking the easy way out. I love this woman with every fiber in me. Not being able to wake up next to her makes me sick."

"Keep going," Fran says, leaning on the counter as his phone dials Quinn. Quinn answers the facetime call annoyed her brother is interrupting her birthday outing with you. He tells her to hush.

"Cheeks is my heart. Not football, not Nicole, not anything. For so fucking long, I've made her feel like she had to be second to everything in my life. But the truth is…She's my number one. I'm in love with her. I want her to be my wife. I want her as the mother of my children. I want to grow old together and knit silly little mittens. I want that life with her. Fran, I fucking love her." Joe finally looks over at the phone. You stand next to Quinn, speechless. Taking the phone from her, you give her a half smile.

"I love you too, Joey."

"I'm sorry for being an idiot. Nicole threatened you, and I thought I could fix it by staying away, but I can't. I can't stay away from you anymore. I'm physically sick."

"Thank god! I could not take the sad love songs from her anymore! We are in the same hotel! Please come get your girl!" Quinn shouts, hanging up. Of course, your best friends set it up this way. They hoped you guys would make up so their birthday dinner wouldn't be awkward. So, the twins booked into the same hotel waiting for things to play out. It only took Joe two mins to show up at the door. Fran and Quinn left to celebrate together while you and Joe did your own celebrating.

"Wait, what do you mean Nicole threatened me? Is she the stalker?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but if I had to guess, I would say it's her. She threatened to get you fired from the hospital. Nicole knows a lot of people. I didn't want that to happen, so I stayed with her. I'm not actually with her by choice."

"Woah. This is insane."

"I won't let her do anything. The season is over now. The title she wanted as the president of the club is done. There should be nothing for her to want from me. It's you and me. It's always been us."

You sit on his lap, looking into his sincere blue eyes. You want to believe everything he says, but your heart worries that this is too good to be true. Joe cups your face in his large hands.

"What's going on in that head of yours?"

"Nothing. I mean. I don't know; I get lost in my own head. I-"

"I'll come find you,"

"Huh?"

"Whenever you get lost in your head, I will always come find you."

And with those words, you kiss him passionately. Joe smiles into the kiss because he is finally allowing himself to feel true happiness again. It had been several long months with Nicole, who had become this leech draining him of any joy. But now, here with you, Joe feels in complete bliss. You yelp, feeling his cock awaken.

"He missed you too." Joe bites down on your bottom lip, making you squeeze your thighs together. Joe snakes his hands down towards your thighs, pushing them apart. He wastes no time taking your panties off and throwing you over his shoulder toward the bedroom, slapping your ass with every step. You giggle once tossed on the bed. Sitting up, you take your dress off and throw it across the room, watching Joe undress. It doesn't take long for Joe to have you folded in half under him, panting, sweaty, and crying out in pleasure.

"Fucking missed this, mama." Joe grunts. You yelp as Joe suddenly stands up with you still in a mating press. Your weak legs dangle over his muscular arms as he fucks you in the air.

"Too much! Joey, 'ss too much." You mumble, throwing your head back. Joe was far too deep and only drove you further into your fucked out state. You were practically drooling. The loud squelching sound your cunt continued to make only made Joe lose his mind as he chased his orgasm. Your back hits the bed once again, and you watch Joe stare down at you as he cums into you again. You smile up and wipe his sweaty hair from his forehead. You bask in the feeling of having Joe's cum sliding out of you. You roll over to kiss his cheek.

"Is that your phone or mine?" Joe asks, hearing the iPhone ringtone. You would get up and look for the phone, but your legs are jello. Joe gets up, looking for the phone. You find the strength to sit up, watching him answer his phone.

"Mom, yeah. I'm good. It's Fran's birthday, so we're in Florida. Yeah, I'll be back on Monday. She what? Uhh okay. Bye." Joe hangs up, putting the phone on the nightstand.

"Let's order in and cuddle. I'm exhausted." You reach out for him, but Joe doesn't take your hand. You sit up on your knees, waiting for him to speak.

"Nicole's pregnant."

"What?" You shake your head in disbelief. You jump off the bed, grabbing your dress.

"Wait-"

"There's no wait! We're done. You can't come back from this! She's having your fucking child! You'll have to marry her and-"

"Cheeks, listen to me. I will find a way to work through this."

"She is not going to get rid of it. You and I both know that. She wants you, Joe. And she won't stop until you are only hers!"

"I'm going to fly home and figure this out. Don't give up. Please." He begs. You sigh and nod your head. You're unsure how things will work, but you trust Joe and let him go home. The following week Joe's texts were scarce, only texting you short answers. Then you get a follow request on IG from CheeksBurrow. You approve and follow up by sending a request back. It was Joe's finsta. You giggle at all the photos he has taken of you off guard. The man was clearly whipped. You watch as Joe proceeds to like all your photos and leave comments on a few. A few mins later, he calls you.

"Y'ou're so obsessed with me."

"Is that a bad thing?" He asks, leaning on the locker.

"Having the hottest QB pining over me…hmm, idk, I might be the luckiest girl in the world."

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world, actually."

"Where are you?" You ask him, staring out your window.

"The gym. Have to start training for next season. That loss to KC is killing me."

"You played-"

"I played like shit."

"I was going to say that." You giggle. You always told him he played well even when he had a shitty game, so Joe knows that was a lie. You smile, watching cars drive by.

"Is she really, umm, pregnant?"

"Yes. She wants to keep it. I told her I'm open to co-parenting, but Nicole is really pushing things. Now that my family knows it will be hard to end things as we wanted."

"I understand, so we are back at square one. I'm still the other girl, and Nicole is your girlfriend."

Joe is quiet again, and so are you. Do you finally give up and let go of your lost love, or do you remain in the backseat again? Your body freezes as you see the same car pass by again, but this time they stop and take a photo. You run outside shouting, but they pull away and hurry around the corner.

"Did you get the plate number?" Joe asks, grabbing his bag and rushing out of the locker room.

"I didn't; it happened so fast. I wasn't thinking. Someone is actually watching me. They took photos of us in the Maldives last year; who knows what else they have? They broke into my house. Joe, what if there are cameras? Oh god. They could have footage of us."

"Calm down, baby. I'm on the way."

"No. Joe, that's what they want us to do. You can't come here, not ever. I'll call you later."

"Baby-" The line cuts off, and Joe angrily hits his car window. Fans are taking photos of him, so he calms and waves, but Joe thinks it could be any of these people. There have been so many incidents where fans become too obsessed. So, he mentally starts taking notes of the fans he sees the most, and he starts paying to their words. When he gets home, he finds Nicole on the couch eating potato chips.

"I know. I hate chips but pregnancy craving, you know!" She gets up and walks over to him. She stands on her tippy toes to try and kiss him, but Joe turns away.

"Are you having someone watch Cheeks and me?"

Nicole's smile falters. She crosses her arms.

"Are you?" Joe asks again. Nicole starts laughing and walks away, leaving Joe standing there with more questions than answers.

A/N: Here we are, chapter 3! I hope this chapter was okay! Sorry, this took a little longer life is pretty busy! What do you guys think about Nicole? Who do you think the stalker is? Would you stay with a guy who has a baby on the way? Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z! :)

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Best Character Named X Poll

please send suggestions via ask so i can see them, replies get lost in the notes. I reply chronologically so very sorry if it takes a while for me to answer

Round 174: Leo

Round 175: Annie

Round 176: Julian

Round 177: Lily

Round 178: Chris

Round 179: Joy

Round 180: Cain

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Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Rebecca, Steve, Victoria, Katherine, Robin, Clark, Phoebe, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Erica, Theresa, George, Felix, Michael, Charlotte, Diana, Zoe, Connor, Daisy, Maya, Andy, Alma, Nora, Juno, Otto, Donald, Todd, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Diego, Miranda, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Kiera, Tam, Klaus, Luna, Laila, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Katya, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Boo, River, Corey, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Quentin, Marvin, Miriam, Roxy, Percy, Bianca, Shirley, Beatrice, Amara, Cleo, Cecil, Amaya, Ryan, Mabel, May, August, Leela, Manny, Francis, Matilda, Deborah, Josh, Jared, Sabrina, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Liesel, Zelda, Fitz, Aurora, Ramona, Misty, Talia, Orion, Roy, Kala, Madeline, Anastasia, Anna, Kit, Marian, Lena, Polly, Cora, Leah, Jules, Artemis, Irene, Margo, Laurie, Laurel, Hilda, Valentine, Reggie, Felicia, Joe, Monty, Quinn, Skye, Walter, Christine, Marissa, Edmund, Hope, Oberon, Lorna, Ace, Wally, Calvin, Alana, Jasper, Fergus, Bridget, Ulrich, Roger, Mason, Stella, Lenore, Wanda, Miguel, Winona, Hannibal, Newt, Aiden, Oscar, Tobias, Dorian, Dorothy, Una, Marnie, Mirabel, Wendel, Dora, Mort, Olympia, Toby, Chip, Harvey, Mara, Fearne, Axel, Gil, Bo, Remy, Rue, Leslie, Isabelle, Silas, Agnes, Luther, Sally, Delia, Zeke, Richter, Skylar, Scarlet, Bernard, Rusty, Ray, Nigel, Cosmo, Ruth, Selina, Harley, Blue, Cain, Warren, Missy, Perry, Paige, Duke, Tao, Gemma, Cornelius, Declan, Wendy, Apollo, Celeste, Clyde, Nicole, Summer, Hugh, Esther, Cole, Jean (french), Tatiana, Carl, Kieran, Melody, Adrian, Travis, Vivian, Haley, Elle, Prudence, Hans, Ralph, Azrael, Constance, Lauren, Molly, Agatha, Pauline, Athena, Darcy, Stan, Dana, Lee, Ford, Red, Stuart, Camille, Bruce

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Dylan, Chad, Moe, Dean, Guy, Yasmin, Woody, Alina, Freya, Adora, Piper, Gabriel, Owen, Noah, Taylor, Dawn, Ayesha, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Tanya, Cameron, Rudolf, Melvin, Melanie, Melissa, Melinda, Wolf, Orlando, Adele, Adeline, Jem, Dolores, Jude, Callie, Irma, Lara, Ginger, Terry, Bellamy, Jacob, Jackson, Reese, Nemo, Addison, Adelaide, Candy, Harriet, Abraham, Ragnar, Rupert, Ella, Destiny, Wendy, Bernard, Hero, Drew, Anita, Raphael, Wallace, Jean (feminine), Elena, Cheryl, Rita, Blair, Hugo, Ike, Gaius, Lance, Lois, Riley, Shane, Cliff, Rod, Tegan, Matthias, Liam, Jed, Caeser, Ellis, Dennis, Josie, Mick, Mike, Heather, Trixie, Amber, Bailey, Esme, Ada, Briar, Puck, Eden, Annette, Letitia, Giselle, Suki, Zain, Keith, Ron, Olaf, Wilfred, Blaine, Pam, Brianna, Clive, Sabine, Roman, Carina, Kalina, Mindy, Wade, Julia, Marlene, Lex, Edith, Monet, Marina, Zara, Tsukasa, Octavia, Marcus, Elias, Mira, Sasha, Glen, Yukari, Dinah, Sloane, Farah, Norman

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Practice Makes Perfect Pt. 7

Summary: Loki and Y/N have to pretend to be newlyweds for a mission. What can go wrong?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Violence for like a sec.

W/C: 827

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Tonight is our last full night on this mission. Tomorrow we will blow our cover and take down the Hydra agents. I can’t wait to see the look on Valerie’s face when I kick her ass. She’s been horrible the whole time. Every night I have to listen to her tell the others how hot Loki is. And how unbelievable it is that he could be so into me.

That’s the worst. It hits the hardest because it’s true. I know the second we are back in Avengers’ Tower everything will go back to how it was. There’ll be no more cuddles, hand holding, kisses, or sex. I hate to admit it, but I will miss the intimacy. I’ll miss him. Will he miss it too? Hanging out in the kitchen while I prepare our meals, reading his favorite poetry to me.

When the night falls, Loki waits for me on the bed. “Darling this is our last night together. We should pretend one last time.” His smile reaches his eyes. “What did you have in mind?” He reaches his hands out for me. I take them, positioning them around my waist as I sit in his lap.

“Let’s pretend we are married, that you’re mine, that we love each other. One last time.” He strokes my fingers waiting for my decision. “One last time.” I agree. His soft lips melt into mine, long fingers caress my cheek. He moves me until my back hits the firm mattress. He lifts the hem of his oversized T-shirt off my body. He hums his approval, blue eyes trained on me.

He presses gentle kisses along my jaw and down my neck. This time feels different than the others. I think about how powerful he is. I’ve seen enemies crushed under his might, vanquished with the flick of his wrist. But he is treating me like I’m a delicate flower that he’s afraid to crush. Each flick of his tongue is careful. Every move strategic. He takes his time with the foreplay. Usually confident in his pillow talk, his words are more pleading, desperate.

“Tell me you’re mine.” “I love you, my beautiful girl.” “There’s no one like you.” Sweet nothings whispered in my ear. I commit each word to memory. When we finally join, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever known. Moving at a brutally slow pace, hitting angles he never had before.

His lips barely leave mine, taking my breath with each thrust. “I’m so in love, my sweet girl. Tell me you feel it too. Give me your words.” He pants against my neck, lifting his head to concentrate on my face. It’s so intimate. He reaches between us, his thumb swirling patterns on my clit. “I… ohh.. I love you too, Loki.”

My words spur him on, quickening his movements. Another confession from him tips me over the edge. He chases his release, following close behind me. He flips us so my head is on his chest. His hands rub circles on my back. We fall asleep entwined with each other.

We stand outside Craig and Valerie’s door preparing to burst inside. He nods at me encouragingly before his long leg knocks the door off its hinges. He grabs Russell slinging him backwards hitting him against the wall. Nicole charges at me. I sweep her feet from under her. She hits her head hard on the wooden floor.

We go into the kitchen where Craig and Valerie are waiting. Valerie pounces on me. She effectively wrestles me to the ground. “I knew there was something up. A guy like that would never be with someone like you.” I roll us over landing a hard punch to her nose. We wrestle for a while before I finally get the upper hand and subdue her.

When the authorities come to take them away, I feel uneasy. I don’t want to leave this little daydream Loki and I were in. On the way back home, Loki is uncharacteristically quiet. I wonder if he wishes we could’ve stayed longer too.

We have been back a week. It’s not been as awkward as I expected. We don’t spend every waking moment together like we used to. But he has been seeking me out more. We have shared a few meals, and we sat together during game night. He held my hand for a brief moment when the team was watching a movie. He realized what he was doing and quickly let go. “Apologies, love. Old habits.” a wistful smile on his lips.

I’m almost asleep when I hear the faintest knock on my door. I place my feet in my slippers, groggily walking toward the intrusion. Loki stands in the doorway. In a rare moment, he looks unsure of himself. “Sorry to wake you, darling. I’ve been having trouble sleeping since we got back. It seems I sleep better with you.” I slip my hand in his pulling him inside my room.

Part Eight

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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Fright Night

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Reader beware, you're in for a scare 👻

Synopsis: The annual Private Garden Halloween party doesn't go exactly as planned when Shloob doesn't realize the location he picked for the party is actually haunted

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by my baby @softtcurse 😘💕

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“I found the perfect place to go before our Halloween party.” Shloob confessed as PG were all sitting around waiting for him to say where they were going.

Every year PG hosted a Halloween party and it would rotate every year who was responsible for finding a location for it and from there everyone would set up everything and invites would be sent out at the beginning of October.

“And where is that?” Yasmin curiously asked from her spot on the couch next to Urban.

“It’s called Terror Heights and it’s an amusement park that’s Halloween themed.”

“I-..... now you already know that I do not do scary shit like that.” 2fo said while looking over at him and shaking his head.

“Stop being scared, it’s going to be fun.”

“Fun? By whose standards? I’m not interested in someone chasing me with a chainsaw!” Quiiso said while looking at Shloob.

“What the….? It says that they can come close to you, but they can’t touch you on the website.”

“I think we should go, it’ll be fun and then we can go to the mansion and have the Halloween party.”

“I don’t know about this. Why do I have such an uneasy feeling?”

“Because you’re a big baby who can’t go anywhere without her husband.” Ace answered while looking over at you.

“And? What about it? I have absolutely no shame. And does everyone have their costumes? We might as well wear them to the amusement park so that way we don’t have to worry about changing.”

“Yes! I’m going as Brat doll!” Luna exclaimed and Yasmin was immediately on board with that idea.

“Oooh, I did that last year. I’m going for a cowgirl and of course Urban is going as a cowboy.”

“So you can ride him like a rodeo later?” You asked while wiggling your eyebrows.

“Y/N!!!!”

“What? I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true! Shit, I’m about to do the same thing to Jack!”

“Here yall fucking go! Will yall cut it out just for tonight?”

“No.” You and Jack said both at the same time and he leaned over to kiss your forehead.

“Well I’m going as Captain America.” 2fo said and you smiled. The two of you had been doing some serious binge watching when it came to Marvel movies as of lately.

“I’m going as Audrey from Little Shop of Horrors.” Nicole added and you smiled with that being one of your favorite movies.

“Mine is simple. Michael Myers. A classic.” Ace said while smiling.

“I’m going as Prince. I got a whole wig and everything.”

“Shloob, I look forward to seeing that. You wearing the heels too?”

“You’ll find out later. No spoilers.”

“I’m surprised Jack and baby girl aren’t going as a pad and a tampon.”

“SIGMAAAAAA!” Urban yelled and everyone busted out laughing.

“What are you two even going as?” Quiiso asked while looking over at the two of you.

“I got me a Georgia peach just like Bowser.”

“MARIO AND PRINCESS PEACH! I LOVE IT!” Yasmin exclaimed.

“I’m going as MJ.”

“Michael Jordan or Michael Jackson?”

“Heehee bitches!”

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you Nemo?” You said as you busted out laughing.

“Okay Quiiso that just leaves you. What are you going as?”

“Hamburglar from McDonalds!”

“I can’t wait to take pictures.”

.All of you were now walking into the amusement park ready to explore and you were holding onto Jack’s hand for dear life.

“Baby? Don’t tell me you’re scared already?”

“Shut up, Jackman. Not helping.”

“I’m going to be with you the entire time, mamas. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Will you two come on?! Yall are slowing us down already and Yasmin! Who told you to wear them tall ass heels to the amusement park? Ma’am what if we have to run?”

“A bitch can run in heels just fine and besides, Y/N’s heels are taller than mine!”

“I had to look cute!”

“Which you do baby.” Jack said as he leaned down to kiss you.

“CUT.THE.SHIT.NEOW!”

“Okay, is that the house of mirrors? Let’s go.”

“No, the fuck I’m not.”

“What the hell is wrong with yall? Nothing bad is going to happen, come on.”

Everyone followed Shloob into the house of mirrors and you spent time making funny faces at Luna who was laughing at you.

“Damn Y/N, this mirror captures your actual height.”

“Fuck all the way off 2fo before I kick your ass.” You said while you laughed and playfully pushed him.

Once all of you exited the house of mirrors, everyone was looking around for Nemo or should we say Michael Jackson.

“Where is Nemo?” You asked while looking around at the group and everyone shrugged.

“I coulda swore he was right behind me.”

“SEE??! I KNEW IT! THEY ABOUT TO PICK US OFF ONE BY ONE! WE ABOUT TO DIE!”

“Dramatic much, 2fo?”

“But we seriously need to find him. No man left behind.”

“Shit, it’s every man for his fucking self. Ain’t nobody tell his ass to get lost.”

“NICOLE!”

“DID I LIE!?!”

“Somebody has to go back in and get him.”

“Over my dead body. Somebody call him because issa no for me dawg.”

“Yall are terrible.” You said while whipping out your phone from your bra.

“Damn, Y/N, what else you got in there?”

“That concerns my husband and no one else. And my weed is in there” You said as you were now dialing Nemo’s number.

Straight to voicemail.

“I don’t understand, it went straight to voicemail.”

“Oh shit, here we go.”

“Will everyone calm down and act like they have some sense? Jack, go back and get him.”

“WHAT?! WHY ME?”

“NO! YOU AREN’T SENDING MY HUSBAND OFF TO BE KILLED!”

“WHY ARE YALL SO DRAMATIC? IT IS LITERALLY A BUNCH OF MIRRORS!”

“Then you go, Luna!”

“Fine!”

Just as Luna was about to turn around and go back, Nemo came from around the corner stuffing his face with cotton candy.

“Are you serious?! Where the hell did you go?!”

“To get cotton candy obviously.”

“And you didn’t think to tell us?! Or get us any?!”

“No, yall got legs and can walk over there just like I did.”

“I’m done with yall, anyway can we keep going? What’s that up ahead?”

“Don’t know but I saw a clown and Quiiso does not do clowns.”

“Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?”

“Does it matter? I SAW A CLOWN!”

“OMG I SHOULD HAVE DRESSED UP LIKE PENNYWISE, YOU’LL FLOAT TOO BITCH!”

“Y/N!!!”

“And Jack could dress up like Georgie. Oh yes, next year babe we’re doing it.”

“Oh, so I take it he didn’t even know about the other costume?” Yasmin asked you while raising her eyebrows.

“What other costume?” Jack curiously asked as everyone was making their way over to the haunted house.

“Umm…”

“She was going to be a dominatrix.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Well umm baby you still technically can do it later. I’m definitely down with the idea.”

“I-... will you two behave?!” Nicole exclaimed as screams were now heard from the haunted house in front of all of you.

“Nope.” You said as you hid behind Jack and Yasmin hid behind Urban.

“A bunch of babies, I swear. Let’s go!” Nicole said, trying to pry your fingers from around Jack’s waist.

“NO! YOU DON’T HEAR THEM SCREAMING?!”

“No one has died! Come on!”

“But how do you know that?”

“You are about to cut off your husband’s circulation from holding him so tight!”

“Fine.” You loosened your grip and followed behind Nicole while still holding Jack’s hand.

“Welcome to Terror Heights and I hope you enjoy your stay.” a lady who was dressed up as the corpse bride said as all of you entered into the house.

“Jack, you go first!”

“Yall been throwing me under the bus all night! Why the hell do I have to go first?!”

“Because you’re the tallest!”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?!”

“All of you out of my way.” Nicole stated and moved to the front with you and Jack following close behind.

It was quiet for a few minutes and all of you were beginning to feel uneasy.

“Nah, it’s too quiet. Some shit about to pop off.” 2fo said while looking around.

Just then you heard the familiar sound of a chainsaw.

“OH HELL NO!”

The next thing you knew, a guy with a chainsaw was literally running behind all of you.

Shloob fell, Nemo tripped over him, Luna was nowhere to be found and you figure that she ran off awhile ago, Yasmin was screaming and ditched Urban and ran for her life with Urban yelling at her that she left him, Quiiso and 2fo were trying to duck and dodge the dude with the chainsaw, and Ace was doing mission impossible rolls on the floor while you, Jack and Nicole took off running leaving everyone else behind.

“I AM NEVER FUCKING DOING THIS AGAIN!” You said as you were now running with one hand holding your dress and your shoes in your other hand.

“Almost there, AHHH SHIT GO FASTER! HE’S COMING, HE’S COMING!” Nicole said and she didn’t have to tell you twice.

All three of you found the door that exited the house and led back out to the amusement park and Nicole immediately pushed it open with the two of you tumbling out behind her.

“That’s it. I want to leave NEOW!”

“Imma kill Shloob.”

It was about ten minutes before the rest of PG and Yasmin came out looking distraught.

“How the fuck did yall just leave us?!”

“You and Nemo fell. It’s every man for himself!”

“And Yasmin just left Urban to fend for himself.”

“Look, he wasn’t moving fast enough for me. I was like see you on the other side, hopefully.”

—

The annual Private Garden house party was now underway at the location that Shloob picked and everything was going perfectly. From the spooky alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks you made, bobbing for apples, finger foods that were shaped like actual body parts and the amazing decorations, you were pretty proud of yourself.

“Baby girl?”

“Yes, smush?” You asked as you turned towards Jack and he looked a little uneasy.

“Umm do you get like a weird feeling being in this house?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean something about it just feels off to me.”

“Don’t tell me my baby is paranoid.” You said while eyeing him.

“Nah babe. I’m serious, something doesn’t seem right.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Come on and try to have fun.” You said while reaching up to kiss his cheek and going back over to where Luna, Yasmin, and Nicole were.

“Nas! Who are you dressed as?” Druski asked, clearly confused.

“Ice Spice! You can’t tell?”

“Obviously not, that’s why I asked.”

“And who are you?”

“Drake, obviously.”

“I-... I don’t see it. You look like the security guard I saw at the hotel the other day.”

“NAS!”

“WHAT? WHAT I SAY?”

“Have yall noticed that the lights have been flickering on and off since we got here?”

“It is an old house.”

“But, something feels weird.” Luna said while looking around and taking in her surroundings.

“I said the same thing.” Jack confessed while looking over at her.

“Yall stop trying to scare me. You know how I am.” You said while eyeing the both of them.

“Baby, that is the last thing I’m trying to do, I just…”

“Umm so when I was dropping off things here earlier in the week, I would set them in one spot and when I came back they would be somewhere else.”

“Oh hell nah, absolutely not.”

“And this place is not too bad during the day time but it still felt weird and creepy so I knew that this would be the perfect place to have the party.”

“I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.”

“You weren’t sleeping anyway because I’m tearing that ass up later.” Jack said before leaning down to kiss you.

“Got damn it! Not now!”

“She has to put her dominatrix outfit to good use! Jack you just might cum in your pants when you see her in it.”

“YASMIN!”

“WHAT?! SHE LOOKS SO GOOD IN IT! WHAT DO I HAVE TO LIE FOR? SHE HAS A WHIP AND CHAINS!”

“What is this about a dominatrix outfit I hear?” Clay said while making his way over to where everyone was.

“Favorite Harlow child!”

“No, no, and no. Back up from my Georgia peach NEOW!”

“It's not my fault she loves me more.”

“You wish.”

“She confessed this info months ago.”

“Okay, you two calm down.”

“Imma beat his ass later.”

—

It was now around 3 am and a few of you were cleaning up and taking down decorations that you wanted to use for next year. You and Jack were gathering things up to take them to the car when the unexpected happened.

"Baby…. Did you? Did you see that?"

"Mm hmm and you know good and damn well black people don't do ghosts."

“I told you that something wasn’t right about this place.”

“We need to hurry up and get out of here, now. I am not for the nonsense tonight.”

Jack made his way to the front door and tried to open it with no success.

“Baby, the door isn’t opening.”

“What do you mean?!”

“IT’S NOT OPENING! AT ALL!”

“FUCK I HATE THIS. I HATE THIS SO MUCH.”

Everyone came to see what all of the commotion was and you explained to them what was going on and what had happened.

You took it upon yourself to pull up your phone and do a little research and when you had finished reading a few articles, you wanted to kill Shloob.

"SHLOOB THIS PLACE IS ACTUALLY HAUNTED?!? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?!? WE GAVE YOU ONE DAMN JOB!" You screamed and everyone began to freak out.

"I DIDN’T KNOW! THE REVIEWS WERE GOOD!"

"THE REVIEWS!?!? SHLOOB YOU DIDN’T SCROLL DOWN FAR ENOUGH! PEOPLE HAVE SAID TO STAY AWAY FROM HERE!"

"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"

"DRUSKI SHUT UP! NO WE AREN'T!"

"THE DOOR ISN'T FUCKING OPENING SO HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET OUT?!"

"Y/N! FLASH THE GHOST!"

"QUIISO THAT HAS TO BE THE DUMBEST THING THAT YOU HAVE EVER FUCKING SAID AND MY WIFE ISN'T FLASHING ANYBODY BUT ME!"

"WHAT IF THE GHOST IS A GIRL?!"

"WHO KNOWS SHE MIGHT BE A LESBIAN!"

"WILL EVERYONE STOP YELLING AND LET’S THINK FOR A SECOND!" You said while trying to calm everyone down.

“WHAT IS THERE TO THINK ABOUT? WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!”

“DRUSKI GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!”

“Okay so apparently the ghost who haunts this place is named Amelia Wallace. She passed away here and apparently her husband went off to war and never came back and she was pregnant and a whole bunch of other shit but yeah.”

“I don’t care about her fucking back story, I want to go home!”

“Oh shit and it’s the witching hour! It’s 3 am.”

“It was nice knowing yall. I had a good twenty something years on this earth.”

“Luna! Quit it!”

“We just have to figure out how to get out.”

“Windows!”

“Nah, she’ll probably close the shit on top of us and cut us in half!”

“CLAYYYY!”

“Did I lie?”

“Just let me try the door again.” Nicole said and walked over to it. She turned the knob and it opened with no problem.

“That was too easy.”

“Welp, it’s been not fun. So LET’S GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!”

As Nicole held the door open, the rest of you were literally throwing things out of the door to put in the car later not wanting to risk getting locked in once again.

2fo and Quiiso started to load up the car while Nicole was waiting for Yasmin to come out since she hadn’t seen her. Just then she heard a voice from behind her.

“Won’t you stay? I could use the company.”

All of the color drained from Nicole’s face as she turned around and was met with a young woman in 1800s clothing staring back at her.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Nicole then turned around and made a run for it towards where everyone’s cars were parked.

You and Yasmin then looked over at her confused.

“Nic? You okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“Because I just did.”

Everyone proceeded to turn around and look at her in disbelief

“WHAT?!”

“Next year I’m staying home and eating candy.” You said while looking up at your husband who simply nodded his head in agreement.

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leigh-kay · 2 years

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Drunken Jealousy

-conrad fisher-

x reader

warnings// cursing, love so cute you want to sleep on the highway, drunken anger/frustration (no physical harm just yelling)

-youve spent your entire life growing up at the summer house w your brother and sister, steven and belly, and the fisher boys. youd long ago fallen for the charms of conrad fisher and one night, you find out he feels the same.

"Belly, Y/N, we're leaving your asses here if you aren't down here in five!" Steven shouted up.

"Don't worry Bells you know I won't let him leave ya." Jeremiah smiled at them, walking past the room with Conrad trailing behind him.

"Conrad, you're going?" Belly asked. Conrad had said he was staying in; something about being up early tomorrow to go surfing. He hadn't gone the last few days.

He backed up into the door frame and nodded, "only if the two of you finish getting ready before the party ends."

Y/N tried not to smile when she noticed Conrad wearing the bracelet she's got him a few years ago clinging to his wrist. He was eleven when she'd given it to him and it used to near fall off, but with age and a hell of a lot of football, Conrad had filled out the empty space.

"Tell Steven if he leaves us we'll walk and if we walk mom will fucking kill him." I offered, straightening out the skirt I was wearing.

"Language, you're not too big for Laur to lay into you too," Belly laughed and all Y/N could fo was roll her eyes.

"I'm not a kid anymore Con."

"Sure ya are. You two are twins and Belly's still a cry baby."

Belly swatted at him, chasing him down the stairs and out by the pool. Y/N followed after. She loved Conrad and Belly equally... But she was obviously rooting for Belly. He called them babies. If he ended up in the pool? Who cares.

-----

Conrad did end up in the pool, but so did Belly, and despite 'not caring' Y/N was the first one pool side with a towel for Conrad. Steven had been pissed that the two had to go and change but he waited nonetheless and soon after they took off.

Jere had called shotgun and so Conrad squeezed in the back with the girls. Y/N was just happy there was enough room in Jeremiah's jeep for them to comfortably sit. The idea of being pressed against Conrad had flashed through her mind but just as quickly she pushed it away. Conrad would sooner die before he thought of her that way.

The moment they'd arrives they split. Belly and Y/N were sitting with the Deb girls. Belly was the only one that paid them any attention though. Y/N couldn't have cared less about the Deb scene. Conrad was right when he said it was for sheeps.

Her focus stayed on the was Jeremiah kept glancing over from the couch. He waited approximately five minutes in between each glance and each time he locked eyes with Y/N.

He was drunk, she could tell. If not from how she'd watched him down a keg, from the way he just looked at her. Jere never looked at her like that. Like she was a girl. None of the boys did.

"Y/N, dont you think Conrad and Nicole are the cutest pair? I mean the way he looks at her is so precious." Gigi was probably the most annoying girl Y/N had ever had the displeasure of meeting; but that didn't stop the thin lipped smile she gave her anyways before nodding.

What she wanted to say was "Conrad hardly ever looks at Nicole in general, let alone like he cares about her. They won't even be as much as a fling next summer. He'll forget all about her. He does that with every girl he hooks up with."

But for one, thats not socially acceptable, and for two, then she'd have to admit she was just jealous. No one would care that much about the topic unless they were jealous. And she was.

"Speaking of..."

"Y/N, can you come here?" Conrad had grabbed her hand, giving her a tight look.

"Hey Connie, do you want a hit?" Nicole held out a joint she'd just been handed from one of the other girls.

His grip tightened in Y/N's hand, "Not now." He looked back at the girl in his grasp, "Can we talk. Now."

Belly wrapped her own fingers around Conrad's wrist, eyes narrowing, "Con let her go that looks like it's hurting her."

He looked to Y/N's face; she gave a helpless slow nod and he quickly dropped his grip. "I'm sorry," he swallowed, "y/n/n, please can we talk."

As the two of them left the group, the Deb's eyes followed them and so did their whispers. It seemed like everyone including her was wondering what had gotten Conrad so riled up.

When they reached the sand at the beginning of the beach, Conrad spoke again, "what the hell was that in there?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Those looks with Jeremiah? Like there was something going on?"

She had to fight a laugh, "Something going on? With Jere?"

"You two kept staring at each other and you know I'm not the only one that noticed? Steven was looking too."

"So why is it that you're the one asking? If we were something at all, which, were not, shouldn't it be Steven's grumpy ass scolding me on the beach?" She crossed her arms.

He shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head, "Oh so you're trying to tell me you and Jeremiah haven't been hooking up?"

"Conrad you're drunk and being a complete idiot. Of course I haven't been sleeping with Jere!"

"Then why the fuck was he looking at you like he owned you or something?"

"You're pissed that Jeremiah was looking protective of me when youre literally throwing a fit because you're being overprotective," Y/N shouted, "I'm not your sister and you're not my boyfriend either so just stop."

"Oh so now you're bringing that into things? Don't tell me you still have that stupid kid crush on me Y/N."

She smacked him. Full palm smacked him. And he knew he deserved it.

"Sober up and then fucking talk to me." She tried to storm off, she had turned and she fully intended on running back up to that house and asking Nicole to crash in her room for a bit. But then she heard him wretch, and she was right back at his side.

"Let it out Con... just don't get it on me."

He laughed as he wiped at his chin, "no promises y/n/n."

They looked at one another, the moment lasted almost too long, but she doubted she'd mind if he stared at her like that for the next 100 years.

"I'm sorry. I'm drunk and- jealous."

"Jealous?" she liked the sound of that.

He tugged at the bracelet, "I don't like that he looks at you like that."

"Jeremiah? He's mine and Belly's best friend Con of course he's looking out for us."

"It's not that anymore. Not for him," he sighed, "You and Belly look different this year..."

It took her a moment but she knew he was right, "We look like the girls he likes now. That's why he's been standing up for us to Steven about tagging along."

"I just don't like that he gives you that same fucking look. You're not like the people he hooks up with at a party youre the girls. Our girls."

"How does jealousy play into that?"

"Because I spent this entire party looking at you and you spent it making eyes with Jeremiah and I hate it."

"Seriously? God, you can't handle my attention drifting off of you for even one second Con- How is it fair that youre mad when you've ignored me practically all summer?"

He needed an answer he didn't have to offer. He couldn't ruin her summer like that. His mom hadn't wanted any of them to know.

"I have a lot going on right now. I didn't mean to ignore you guys. I never meant to upset you," he looked like he meant it. So why was she still so angry?

"That's not an apology Conrad."

"I'm sorry. Y/N/N, I am," his hand pushed at the hair the wind had blown out of place, "I didn't mean to be a dick but I was. I'm sorry."

She was still mad. She probably would've stormed off if he was one of her other friends. Hell, she probably would've done it even if it were Jeremiah. But he wasn't Jeremiah; or any other guy. He was Conrad.

And she knew that held more weight with her than it should.

"I'm sorry I hit you."

"Don't be. I kinda fucking deserved it."

Silence... And then laughter, "Yeah you kinda did."

And then they were right back to where they'd been all summer. Quiet. Ignoring. Staring at their feet as if they hadn't just gotten into a screaming match and then laughed about it.

Usually she was the one to grow sick of it. To leave or to talk, but for once, Conrad beat her to the punch, and she was grateful.

"I can't be what you think I am."

She didn't understand.

"What I think you are?"

"That guy. The one you've made up in your mind," her cheeks flushed, "you took my face and my name and made up a guy that I can't even try to be as good as."

Was Conrad Fisher really standing there telling her he couldn't measure up to what she wanted? Conrad Fisher was the only boy she'd ever wanted!

"That's not true," her head shook as she faced the beach.

"I just yelled at you for practically nothing all because I'm drunk and pissed at myself for not just caving and giving into what you've asked me for years."

"I never asked you anything."

He smiled, "Not out loud. But I knew. You know what I'm talking about Y/N."

She smiled back, even as she wasn't looking at him.

"Conrad do you know why I've," she cleared her throat, "liked you for so fucking long?"

Only now she met his eyes, "because I'm a pro at football."

She swatted his arm in annoyance, "No. I couldn't care less about how good you are at football. I don't care that you look romantic with wet hair or how tall you are or even that you look like that."

He watched her, curious, "Conrad I love how you used to let Belly and I tag along. And I love how you have weird inside jokes with my mom, and how you adore Susannah."

He swallowed, "And I love how you put passion into everything you do even if it's you being a total asshole, and I love that stupid handshake we made together when I was seven. I love how you laugh at my bad jokes to humor me so Steven will shut the fuck up and I love how you don't ogle me like half the jackasses here have done with me and Bells all summer."

She took a deep breath that made her chest feel like it might explode and just laughed like a psychopath.

He wasn't sure if she was having a mental break or if she actually found something she'd just said funny.

It wasn't until she calmed that she shook her head and finally looked at him, "And I love you."

Conrad had never heard her say it that way. She'd never heard herself say it that way either. The only 'I love you's that had been uttered between them came on the last days of summer. When they all had to say goodbye and they'd yell it as she and Belly and Steven and Laurel all piled in the car.

It'd never been spoken softly or singularly.

"Y/N," Conrad had known. He'd lied that he didn't to feel better about being a prick this summer but he had always known, "I love you too."

Part of her wondered if he only said it to soothe her. She had broken into a maniacal laughter a second prior to finally confessing but another part of her didn't care even if it was the case.

It wasn't.

She wanted to kiss him. She'd waited how long for this and yet? Kissing after he threw up was simply not in the cards.

"You have very bad timing Conrad Fisher."

He knew, and he smiled, "Sorry to disapoint Y/N Conklin."

"HEY!" A voice, Steven's came from up the hill.

"What the hell are you yelling for asshole?" Y/N huffed, trudging up with Conrad behind her.

"The cops are here you brat, what are you two doing down there anyways?"

"Minding our business. Now can we go before mom kills us?"

They ran to the car, Y/N happy back in her middle seat between Conrad and Belly.

Jeremiah drove home, he had drank the least.

"Con?" Y/N mumbled, leaning to him so as to not have Belly, who was half conscious half not, hear what she meant to say next.

"Hmm?"

"After you brush your teeth I expect my movie moment."

He rolled his eyes but his smile erased any trace of it, "You still chase movie moments?"

"Never to old to romanticize."

"Never to old to be the same old Y/N."

She smiled and let herself relax in the seat. She mentally ran through the scenario in her head on the way home.

_____

She woke with her head against his pillows, everything here smelt like him. Even her.

She took in everything, even the things she'd seen over the last sixteen summers. She could wake up to just his things every day and not get bored.

"Movie moment?" he was awake. She watched his room and he watched her.

She tried to hide her smile and the embarassment on her face, "Eh."

He didn't think before sitting up and running his fingers across her jawline. She could hardly think straight as he smiled at her, "Eh?"

"Conrad."

He kissed her, soft and sweet, and she tried her best not to laugh at how he'd simply known what she wanted.

They pulled away with grins.

"Sorry there aren't any fireworks, the film is kinda low budget."

I strongly dislike the ending however I couldn't quite find one I liked anyways so I'll settle. I hope you all enjoyed this... I got a bit carried away.

- <3 kaleigh

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floralcyanide · 2 years

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Kinktober Day Thirteen

Gun Kink - Austin!Elvis

hello yes I am aware of how behind I am right now lol but here's day 13 even though it's day 17 now ((: it's very short but it's all I have time to write right now before class oof. if you enjoy please reblog/ like as always! <3

pairing: Austin!Elvis x Reader

warnings: smut, gun kink, gun play, choking, unprotected sex

word count: 576

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You never thought you’d have the cold barrel of a gun pressed to your temple, yet here you are. Your eyes stare into Elvis’ blue ones unwaveringly as you gulp away your nervousness. The gun isn’t loaded, but still, the idea of it being held to your head is unnerving. It’s kind of sexy.

Elvis’ hips snap into yours, his thrusts are quick and rough as the barrel pushes harder into your skin. Your heart is racing, and you swear he can hear it by the devilish smirk on his face.

“It’s thrilling, isn’t it? Having this gun pointed directly at ya?” Elvis moves the gun from your temple to the middle of your forehead, running his tongue across his bottom lip hungrily.

You know he’d never hurt you on purpose, but the way he’s looking at you like he’s a predator and you’re the prey sends a shiver through your body. The cool metal against your forehead contrasts the heat radiating from your body as Elvis relentlessly pounds into you. Elvis isn’t allowing even an inch of mercy as he moves the barrel to your cheek, pressing it into your teeth. You breathe heavily through your nose as your adrenaline spikes. Again, the gun has no bullets in it, but the idea of it is enough to send your body numb. Elvis wraps his free hand around your neck, applying his body weight to it as he chokes you out. The feeling of the weapon and the slight loss of oxygen dizzies you. The sound of Elvis’ moaning and your arousal as he slams into your core is floating around your head. You’ve never felt so good in your life, oddly enough.

“Feels so good,” you muster up words, alerting Elvis that you’re still present despite your evident lightheadedness.

“Good,” he grins, coaxing your lips further open with the gun, motioning for you to take it into your mouth.

You suck the barrel into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it sensually. You let Elvis thrust the gun between your lips at the same time he thrusts into you. The amount of lust he’s feeling right now looking at you like this is insurmountable. Nothing could ever top this. His grip on your throat loosens as his hips move sloppily, his orgasm sneaking up on him. You whine as he hits a different angle inside you, your hips moving up and down as fast as possible to chase your high. Elvis pulls the gun from your mouth, cocking it despite it not being loaded, and presses it back to your temple.

“You’re gonna cum when I tell you to, alright, sweetheart?” Elvis says through gritted teeth.

You nod, his hand still pressing into your neck and not allowing you much opportunity to form proper words. You hold off your release for as long as it takes, having to bite your lip to contain yourself. Elvis’ movements are now erratic as he gets closer to his peak. With one particularly rough thrust into you, he finally grants you permission to cum as he shakily glides the gun down your face and neck. You clenching around him sends him over the edge completely, and he cums hard, his grip on the gun loosening enough to let it fall to the mattress. You recover from your orgasm and flip Elvis over in his moment of weakness, grabbing the gun and pointing it at him.

“My turn,” you smirk.

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Wake me up when July is around

Harringrove slow burn. S1 Steve x Billy

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 feat. Tommy

*** Steve's pov

"Tell me once again what you saw in the photo lab, Nicole."

Steve can't fucking believe it. That weird Byers kid, he doesn't even know his first name, John or .. Nathan? Doesn't matter. Developing pictures of him, his girlfriend and his best friends partying in Steve's backyard?

Holy hell, they must be.. can they be from that unfortunate night in June when Steve finally got lucky with Nancy but then this whole terrible thing happened, and Barb went missing, and cops came to talk to him and his parents, questioned Tommy and Carol, Nancy too? It ruined his whole summer. His relationship with Nancy lost that sweet something that Steve's still trying to chase.

He is certain they never had any more parties like that, not at Steve's place, at least, not the five .. four of them, so it must definitely be from that night.

Steve's heart is racing. He tells Tommy to meet him after classes in the parking lot, before the game because they've got some business to deal with. Byers never visits the games, so he'll just be going home or wherever he's gonna go after school. He'll catch the freak there, have a couple of words with him. Maybe tell him it's wrong to spy on people, take their fucking pictures without them even knowing about it?? Maybe he's been doing it all fucking summer, not just that one time?

Okay, there's been this crazy story about his little brother who went missing last spring for .. several weeks. They found him in the end. What was it, June? Or July? Just right after Barb disappeared?

Fuck.

Anyways that fucked up story didn't give him any right to be taking pictures of them in the middle of the night. They were fucking naked in his bedroom, what kind of sick shit is that?

After the last class is finished Steve and Tommy go to the beamer with Carol and Nicole, as the main witness. Steve sees Byers walking towards his old rusty ford galaxie, head down, as usual and not looking at anyone. A true creep's behavior.

"Hey, man."

Byers stops in his tracks, a spooked expression on his face. Steve gets off the beamer and comes closer to him.

"Nicole here was, uh .. telling us about your work."

The guy clearly doesn't understand what Steve's talking about. Time to explain.

"And we'd just love to take a look. You know .. as connoisseurs of art."

Steve rips the backpack out of the weirdo's hands. Byers looks sick. Tommy and the girls are circling around like vultures.

"Man, he's totally trembling. He must really have something to hide."

Harrington opens the backpack, and holy fuck, Nicole wasn't lying. There are pictures of .. all of them in his backyard that night. Byers isn't even trying to snatch those from Steve's hands. He's caught red-handed and knows it.

"Here we go."

The picture of Harrington's room window, with his and Nancy's silhouettes?? Tommy's going through the photos muttering "Fucking shit" under his breath

"Yeah this isn't creepy at all."

Wait, this is Nancy's naked back, what the fuck.

"No, this is called stalking. Mmm-hmm."

Byers is just standing there, like a loser that he is, not saying a word.

Suddenly there's an interruption.

"What's going on?" Nancy is walking towards them, looking concerned. Carol pipes in

"And here's the starring lady." Steve bets Carol is enjoying the whole scene immensely

"The creep was spying on us last June. And we only find out about it now."

"Yeah, he was probably gonna save this one for later." Carol sing-songs pointing at the nude picture. Nancy is still looking at Steve with raised eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.

Steve's feeling disgusted. There's a nasty itch in his hands, the one you get when you want to squish a cockroach

He's also slightly surprised, and not in a pleasant way, with the fact that Nance didn't immediately take their side.

"Man, that's the thing about perverts. You know they just can't help themselves."

Oh, he knows what he has to do.

"We'll just have to take away his toy."

Steve takes Byers' camera from the backpack, and the freak lunges forward cause he knows what's gonna happen. Tommy stands between the two of them

"No no, wait, wait ... Tommy, Tommy."

Steve holds the camera in his outstretched hand and drops it, theatrically. There's a sound of a shattered lense. Carol and Nicole let out a gasp. Nancy covers her mouth with her tiny hand.

Let the pervert learn his lesson.

Byers still hasn't said anything, like at all. He drops to his knees, looking at the broken camera as if he's trying really hard not to burst out sobbing.

"Come on, let's go. The game is about to start." Harrington motions for the gang to follow him, which they do. The show is finished.

Wait, where's his girlfriend?

Steve turns around to see her kneeling beside Byers picking up the torn pieces of the photos. What the fuck?

"Hey, Nance!" Steve raises his voice in irritation. She gets up reluctantly and goes after her boyfriend, leaving the weirdo weeping over the loss of his possession.

The wind comes, swishing the remaining photo shreds away.

Seriously, what the hell.

***

Steve knows he has to focus on the game. It's Hawkins Tigers vs Greenwood Eagles. It's nothing big, just a friendly match, their school always holds a game at the beginning of each year inviting a team from nearby towns, just to mark the opening of a new season. The whole school is here, and Steve has to fucking concentrate.

He can't.

That freak Byers with his camera, fucking stalking them?? Maybe the police should take a closer look at him. He was the last one to see that girl, Barb. Steve didn't even know her so well, she was Nancy's friend. Should he go to the police? Or should he just drop it? This whole thing is so unsettling, but you know what bugs him the most? The way Nancy stayed behind, picking up those photo shreds, looking like she's on the freak's side. Was she not bothered by the whole thing?

Steve could see that Nancy changed after the mysterious disappearance of her friend in his backyard. He isn't blind, and yeah, that shit's heavy but he also can't understand where his fault is in all of that and what he can do to make everything better. And yeah, he would really like to enjoy his senior year at school, is that a crime? He wants to get wild at parties and .. and do something stupid cause that's officially his last chance to be just a teenager. And he wants that. He's used to getting what he wants. He wanted a new toy? Mommy got him one. He wanted to kiss Laurie? He did, and got his first girlfriend. He then saw Amy and fell in love again? Laurie cried for weeks. It was time for the Harrington heir to get his own car? Dad bought a brand new BMW 733i which drove all the guys insane with jealousy. Amy told him he broke her heart when he started going out with Katie. Katie doesn't talk to him any more when he dumped her and went after the smart girl, Nancy Wheeler. That one required effort, but here they are. Together.

Nancy never does anything stupid.

There she is, sitting in the stands, looking all preoccupied and shit. She's not even interested whether they are gonna win or lose

Things used to be so good last spring. The thrill of the chase, of getting the girl no-one even believed would pay attention to him? One of the smartest students at Hawkins High and the king of parties, in love?

Honestly, the game is the last thing Steve's thinking about right now, too. He's playing outrageously bad, and this moron Hargrove, of course, is pleased as punch. Fucking asshole.

Nancy leaves the match early, and Steve feels like it's all his fault, everything, just fucking all of it.

A hard shove to the shoulder brings him back to the court. Sorta.

"Why the fuck do they even call you king, huh?"

*** Billy's pov

Why even bother inviting another team for a fucking "friendly match" if you aren't able to fucking score? Billy should sign off the basketball team, it's a fucking waste of his time.

This whole gathering of losers moves around the court like a bunch of sleepy snails. Guess who the worst of them all is? The captain, Steve fucking Harrington. How was he even appointed captain is beyond understanding. Did he just suck the coach off at some point, and was that his most outstanding achievement, and that's why he was given the title?

Billy is disappointed to the point of bursting out with hysterical laughter. More than half of all scored points are his. He moves around the court like a flash of lightning. The guys from the Eagles stare at Hargrove with open mouths, clearly not having expected to come across him in the lamest town of all. The stands are going crazy, sensing the victory "Come on, Tigers!"

Billy misses his team back at home so much. He wants to fucking cry. He wants a challenge, he needs some adrenaline. Playing basketball has always been a pleasure for him, but now it's a fucking heartbreak.

Harrington is the worst.

Billy can see that Steve's mind is elsewhere. Like he's trying to pretend to get focused on the game, but he's failing spectacularly. Maybe it all has to do with the scene Billy witnessed in the parking lot today while he was having a smoke before the match. That was some kind of fucked up school drama, right there. Harrington broke some guy's photo camera. Shit must've been expensive, and the guy didn't look like he could easily afford to buy a new one. Billy's gut tells him it's about that girl. Uh-oh.

He doesn't give a fuck if Harrington has girlfriend problems. If you're playing you need to leave everything you've got on the court, and fuck the rest of the world, especially your ninny quarrels.

Billy has a strange feeling like .. there's something hidden in that pouty asshole. Something deep like embers of fire, like he could actually be interesting.

Let me piss him off, properly, right the fuck now.

He sees Andy passing the ball to Harrington, and in a second the ball's already in Billy's hands. It's like taking candy from a child.

Hargrove sends the ball right into the basket, and the crowd cheers.

Captain Loser is standing there like a complete idiot.

Billy gets close to Harrington's sweaty face and whispers

"Why the fuck do they even call you king, huh?"

Steve's hissing

"Leave me the fuck alone, asshole."

"I would but we're sadly on the same team here, dumbass. Your game is pathetic."

He'd gladly push him, bring the piece of shit down, but unfortunately he can't do it to his own teammate.

Hargrove prefers it when Harrington's on the other team. At least then he can get on the guy's nerves as much as he wants to.

After the game Coach Nelson congratulates the Tigers on the victory. He kinda looks proud. Of fucking what?? Everyone is off to the showers but the coach tells Harrington to stay behind and Billy overhears him say:" Pick up your game, Harrington, will ya? Recruiters be coming, what kind of captaincy is this?"

Let the bitch get what he deserves.

Billy has won, again. He has carried the whole game, from the beginning to end, on his back.

It's only the third week of the school year, and Billy's patience is wearing thin. He's gonna go off the tracks and straight into the asylum, soon. How is he supposed to stay sane here till fucking June?

In the showers Billy makes the water colder than usual. Just to cool himself off. Yeah, he still needs to survive till June here somehow. July even, depending on how much money he'll be able to save up. One day at a time. One fucking day at a time.

Guys from the team are fucking happy the Tigers have actually won the game. In the last hundred years, probably. They are all idiots. They should hate Billy for being the absolute best, but their minds are clouded with the excitement of victory.

Freckles is again getting into his space even in the shower, for fucks sake.

"Hey, man? Great game! Wanna go drink a couple of beers with us? We're celebrating!"

Fuck, Billy almost forgot. He really needs to hurry cause Max is gonna be out after her shitty club or something. The little rat can tell her mommy that Billy was late to pick her up and if Neil gets a whiff?? Guess who's gonna get lectured on the importance of being a good brother? Sometimes after listening to his dad Billy just wants to run into a wall, head on, so that his skull gets broken and all the bullshit that Neil's been telling him, spills out, leaving his head blissfully empty.

"Can't. Gotta drive my stepsister home. The little leprechaun is probably already waiting near the car."

There's a disappointed look on Hagan's face, which even seems sincere.

"Another time, yeah?"

"Sure."

He turns off the water and walks away, bumping into Harrington on his way out. The coach must've had a long talk with him. Their bare shoulders touch unexpectedly and there's a jolt of hot hatred running down Billy's spine. He doesn't have time for that now though.

"Look where you're going, asshole."

Harrington just glares at him silently, a flame of fire in those deep brown eyes appearing for a second, and goes to wash the shame of this game off.

***

On Friday Tommy, who's sitting behind him in Spanish, whispers "Hey Hargrove.."

"What?"

"Got a minute after school? Need to talk to you about something."

"Like what?"

"Just meet me under the bleachers, man."

"Mr. Hagan and Mr. Hargrove, please stop talking in class?"

"Lo siento, señorita Delgado, pero ya hemos terminado nuestras tareas y ahora estamos practicando el habla. Le estaba diciendo a mi amigo que me encantaría escuchar su propuesta de lecciones conjuntas adicionales de español."

(I am sorry, Miss Delgado, we have already finished our assignment, and we're practising speaking. I was just telling my friend here that I'd be happy to have extra lessons of Spanish with him.)

The teacher looks at Hargrove with an astonished expression, trying to hide a smile

"Bien. Trata de no molestar a los demás."

(Alright. Try not to disturb others.)

Tommy is whispering in Billy's ear again

"Dude .. what the fuck did you say to her?"

"I told her I'd like to make love to her tonight and she told my to come by her place at nine."

Hagan is snickering but shuts up quickly when the teacher's is throwing him a strict glance.

Hargrove goes to the bleachers after classes. What does Freckles have to say to him?

Turns out, Tommy's got a plan for a prank.

Apparently, the school's gonna be without security this weekend. Old Mr. Wiggins is going to be out of town due to a family emergency, and the second guard, Mr. Crawley was just taken to hospital, and Tommy has overheard a super confidential conversation between the principal and Mr. Clark, that the principal can't find anyone to fill in for the weekend on such short notice, and school grounds will be defenseless during the whole of Saturday and Sunday.

"We cannot pass up such an opportunity. It never happens, it'll never happen. Let's do it. It's a perfect time to strike."

Hargrove wants to ask Tommy why the hell he's asking him of all people but, judging by the look on Tommy's face, he's probably in love with Billy, so he doesn't ask anything.

The "strike" means taking a fucking tractor from a shed that Tommy's father owns to drive it to the school football field and plow something scandalous on it for the whole school to see on Monday.

"Noone plays football in this school anyways. The guys won't care, principal Foster won't care. Well, not too much. The main thing, we don't run into fucking cops. But the shed is just a five-minute drive from school grounds, and there's a dirt road, leading to the gate in the back. We won't even be driving on the road across town."

Billy kinda wants to say no since the whole "I don't give a fuck about this place" thing, but he's also only seventeen, and desperate for some kind of an outlet of his pent up energy. He's been diligently doing homework and writing application letters to universities for the past month. He needs to do something different.

He's probably crazy and this is an unwise thing to do. What if something goes wrong, and the whole prank ends with him getting expelled from school?

Billy loves the idea. He can see it, so clearly in his head, the nightmare that's gonna follow? Neil's rage? Dad's definitely gonna kill him. Skin him alive.

The most important thing is to have enough time to jump in the car and drive the hell away. Then, everything can just explode and never come back to normal.

Maybe that's what he needs. The explosion, and he'll come out of the fire, cleansed of all the burdens and free.

Billy knows this about himself. He's generally a very rational person. But sometimes something gives.

"Okay."

"Really? Oohh it's gonna be epic, dude! Harrington's gonna come, too. I hope you two will .."

Tommy is clearing his throat.

"What do you mean?" Billy doesn't want it to sound menacing, yet it still does.

"Nothing. I mean .. I don't know, you always seem to be at each other's throats like .. ready to fight like two bitches."

Tommy is afraid he's said too much too harsh.

Billy is chuckling

"Yeah .. maybe."

He's in good mood today, letting a conversation like this happen.

Billy looks at the watch and Max should still be at the AV club she's been going to. He's got plenty of time to kill. So he asks Hagan for more details. He wonders if Harrington is on board with him taking part in it, but Tommy must've built the necessary bridges.

They agree to meet at midnight on Saturday near the shed Tommy has mentioned. He explains how to get there from Cherry Lane.

***

On Saturday evening Billy parks down the street cause he doesn't want Neil to hear how he's sneaking off in the middle of the night.

At 11.45 he quietly climbs out of his window, gets in the car trying to make as less noises as possible, and drives to their agreed meeting spot. He sees Tommy's car parked nearby.

The night is dark and quiet, and there are myriads of stars in the black skies above them. The thin crescent moon is hanging high, white and sparkly. Billy takes a deep breath of the fresh and chilly night air. There are black voids of sinister woods all around him.

Tommy's already waiting.

"Hey, man."

"Hey. Where's King Steve? He coming?"

"Nah. The dude wanted to but bailed last minute."

Billy's what? A bit disappointed?

Give me a fucking break.

"Miss Wheeler is staying overnight at his place so.. he's probably getting his dick wet right this second."

Tommy is smiling gleefully but

There's an unpleasant pang of .. something in Billy's heart.

He doesn't understand why, but the thought of it makes him uncomfortable. Just for a second like.. He doesn't want to hear this information.

Anyway, why the fuck does he care.

"Okay, are we doing it or what?"

"Damn right we are."

Tommy unlocks the shed door, and holy shit, the tractor's huge.

"Do you know how to drive that thing?"

"Of course, since childhood. My dad sells farm machinery, so he's been teaching me how to drive all kinds of stuff."

They walk inside the shed and climb into the tractor's cabin.

"You have the key?"

Tommy fishes it out of his pocket and looks at Hargrove expectantly.

Billy, in his turn, takes out a couple of joints he's made at home. Tommy leaves the key in the ignition, his smile wide and merry.

"Ohhh man, hell yeah! Is that from California?" He smacks Billy's shoulder

"Yeah." Hargrove clicks the lighter.

"One now, one later?"

"Fucking yes, man."

Billy's putting his butt on the huge dashboard while Tommy's climbing in the seat. Billy doesn't know how to drive a fucking tractor, so Hagan is the designated one here.

He takes a long drag of the joint, letting the hot heavy smoke roll on his tongue, like viscous glue, before inhaling it.

Californian weed, immediately bringing memories.

He misses home.

Tommy takes the joint from his fingers, but starts coughing after the first drag

"That shit's strong. Fuuck."

"Yeah. Go easy."

Hagan's second drag is a success. They sit for some minutes in silence, just passing the joint to each other.

A question slips off Hargrove's tongue, although he doesn't even know why he's asking it

"What's Harrington's deal?"

"He's alright."

Tommy inhales the smoke again

"We've been best friends since primary school. Like .. always hanging out and stuff. But then he decides to go after that Wheeler princess, and .. fuck knows what.. I mean we're still friends and shit, and I've got his back but .. he's not the same since he got together with Wheeler. Carol hates her guts."

Billy can swear, Tommy's voice got sadder, but like .. there's an undertone to it. The hell .. ? Freckles has a crush on his pretty best friend? Hagan grunts, moving in the seat to make himself more comfortable

"I'm telling ya, this prissy bitch is gonna be the death of King Steve."

Billy isn't sure why, maybe it's the weed, maybe he just really missed having at least some sort of fun, but he kinda likes this. Smoke floating inside the cabin, the darkness and the wild exhilaration of a teenager who's about to do something really stupid and meaningless and potentially definitely dangerous.

"How do you play basketball so well?"

"Man, come to San Diego and give me a couple of months with you on the street courts. You'll score every goddamn time."

Tommy nods in understanding and Hargrove's putting out the stub.

Hagan rubs his hands excitedly and grins at Billy.

"You ready for some Indiana fun, Hargrove?"

Billy gets his ass off the dashboard and stands near the seat. His eyelids are a bit heavy but he wipes his hand on his face

"Start the fucking thing."

The sound of the engine pierces the silence and out of the shed and onto the road they go.

Holy shit, that's an enormous fucking tractor Tommy's driving.

Billy has no fucking clue how to drive a tractor.

"Watch the cars!"

Tommy's laughing

"Relax, dude. I know what I'm doing. Let's go baby!"

It's really just a five-minute drive through the dark field. The tractor is loud and shaking, or maybe it's the weed pulling tricks on him already.

"Hey, Hagan, lemme, lemme .."

Billy's pushing Tommy off the seat and grabbing the steering wheel cause he wants to drive the fucking monster too. Shouldn't be so hard.

"Okay, just .. fucking drive yeah?" Tommy is shouting cause it's LOUD.

"Sure thing!" Billy's shouting back, both of them high as kites.

The whole town is asleep.

School's not that far away.

They smash the lock on the gate to the football pitch with a crowbar.

Drive into the fucking field.

Billy is fucked if Neil finds out.

"What the fuck are we gonna write?" Tommy's still shouting cause the engine's running

"Dunno! A dick?"

"What the fuck, are you a plough artist or something? You can't draw a dick with a fucking plough. It's complicated!"

Billy's shrugging his shoulders

"I'd just write ASS!"

"Yeah! Foster is gonna be mad though!"

"Who's Foster??"

"The principal! There's a fine line!"

"What?"

"There's a fine line!!"

They both think for a second. Tommy yells

"Let's draw a crown!"

"A what??"

"Yeah yeah yeah let's do it man! A tribute to king Steve? A crown??"

"I don't care!! Won't they trace it back to Harrington?"

"Even if they bother, he's fine! He's got an alibi!"

Tommy's sticking his tongue out and imitating french kissing

"Dude, stop! It looks disgusting!"

So it's a crown.

Tommy shows him the stick to bring the plough down. He's holding his hands on the steering wheel, just in case Hargrove loses control.

"Let's go, fucker!"

They make a line at the bottom of the field, and uuuuup! A little bit down .. uuup. A little bit down .. uuup! One more time, aaaand dowwwn.

Job done. Easy-peasy.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

***

When they get the tractor back safe and sound and smoke the second joint sitting on some straw on the shed floor they mostly giggle dumbly. However, at some point Billy asks Tommy about the jobs here, and Hagan tells him about the huge super-duper construction. Starcourt, he thinks. His uncle Joe knows the contractor. Small town. Tommy promises to find out if they offer jobs. He's not sure though cause they have like professional crews working there and stuff, but it doesn't hurt to ask. His uncle asked earlier in the summer if Tommy was interested. Tommy said no cause last year of school. He's applying to a couple of colleges but most likely there's no college for him, he'll just end up working for his dad probably. Which isn't so bad.

***

On Monday morning the school is fucking buzzing.

The crown looks a bit crooked.

Like king, like crown.

Principal gathers all of seniors in the assembly hall during lunch break and calls for discipline.

"A bit too early for a senior prank? We understand Hawkins school is the best, hence the crown, but. Do not make me cancel prom."

Everyone falls silent.

Billy doesn't care about prom.

He and Tommy look as innocent as ever.

Harrington? Billy can bet a hundred bucks, Harrington looks jealous. Like he missed all the fun.

They get under the bleachers later, all three of them and Carol. Tommy does most of the laughing and talking. No-one's gonna know, just keep your mouths shut, boys. We did good. The principal is also an idiot, like Hawkins school is the best, haha.

Harrington is mostly silent, just like Billy is.

When Billy lays in his bed that night and lets the memories of his prior life bring him to sleep, he thinks that

He didn't hate Saturday night.

He's definitely not going soft on this town, but he didn't hate the night.

Tommy's okay.

Harrington is a pathetic pussy-whipped loser.

Billy would never.

***

Thank you @dragonflylady77 ❤️, as always)

Chapter 4

#harringrove #harringrove fic #billy x steve #mean steve vs mean billy #harringrove slow burn

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