#cos she knew ahead of time what it was doing to him but i think she still trusted him to come to terms w it and take better care of himself

[sunny44]

Co-parenting (Part 1)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x ex wife!reader

Warnings: Carlos being a bitch, fighting and maybe other things.

Summary: Co-parenting is never easy but y/n never though it would be so hard.

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Carlos and I got divorced 2 years ago, and currently, we share custody of our daughter, which means I have her since Carlos travels a lot due to racing, so every weekend he’s free, he comes and picks up Maeve.

But this time I had a very unpleasant surprise.

Being famous, I was always aware of what was happening with Carlos, even if I didn’t want to, and a few months ago, rumors came out that he was with some model, and when we separated, we made an agreement that any person who entered romantically into our lives, we would introduce to each other before involving that person in our daughter’s life.

But it seems Carlos had a problem when it comes to him.

I crossed my arms watching Carlos and the model girlfriend get out of the car and come towards my door, besides not notifying me about it, he simply brought her along without any prior discussion or approval.

The doorbell rang, and I walked to the front door, and there were Carlos and Rebecca, both trying to look welcoming and unconcerned.

“Hi, Y/n,” Carlos said, smiling. “How are you?”

“What is this?” I asked, pointing to the two of them.

“What do you mean?”

“You demand an agreement, and when it comes to you, you simply ignore it.” He took a deep breath.

“I know, but we’ve been dating for a while, and I thought it was time for you to meet her.”

“Meet her?” Y/n’s voice trembled with frustration. “You can’t make this decision alone, Carlos. We are her parents, and this should be a decision we make together, not something you just think is a good idea and ignore the fact that I am her mother.”

Rebecca stepped forward, with a gentle voice.

“Y/n, I really just want to get to know her. I’m not trying to replace you.”

And my frustration only intensified.

“It’s not about replacing me. It’s about us making decisions together for our daughter, and that doesn’t involve you being here.” Carlos sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“Look, it wasn’t our intention to make you uncomfortable. Let’s talk about this, okay?”

“Oh, so now you want to talk?”

“Can you stop being so difficult? She’s my daughter too.”

“Then start acting like a father instead of going around kissing models in clubs and then bringing them to my doorstep.”

“I am a father when I can be because my life is very busy, and you knew that when we had her.” He says arms crossed. “Maybe you should stop being a terrible mother making me lose the little time I have with my daughter, and then we talk about it.”

“Carlos.” Rebecca speaks as he finishes.

“You know what, if anyone here is a terrible parent, it’s you who prefers to spend your weekends in a car racing in circles and risking leaving your daughter without a father. I’m here every day doing the best I can to take care of her, but apparently, that makes me a terrible mother, so I’ll call her and you do whatever you want since it’s always been like this.”

I enter the house holding back my tears and go call her, she was so excited to see her dad that she didn’t even notice the tension between us, and I thanked god for that.

He tried to talk to me before leaving, but I just said goodbye to Maeve and closed the door, but I couldn’t help but notice that Rebecca wasn’t there anymore.

…

Hours passed and when the end of the day came, I heard the noise of his car, so I went to the door, and when I opened it, she came running.

“Mom, look.” She said showing me a bag full of things. “I’ll show you everything after I take a shower and have dinner.”

“Okay, my love, go ahead.” She smiles, says goodbye to him, and goes to her room.

“Can we talk?”

“No, I don’t want to talk to you.” I tried to close the door, but he held it. “You’ve already said what you think of me, and I’ve already said what I think of you; I don’t think we have anything else to say.”

“What I said is not what I really think.”

“In fact, it is, at least part of you thinks that way, and I’m not going to take back what I said about you because I think that way. I know it’s your career, but I won’t admit that you break our rule, tell me I’m a terrible mother, and then come back wanting to apologize.” He doesn’t say anything. “You don’t know how hard it is to see the guy you loved more than anything with someone else, but especially to see the father of your daughter say that you’re a terrible mother even though I work really hard to give her the best life I can.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That won’t fix things this time, Carlos.” I say looking into his eyes. “You don’t do anything to make my life easier; you show up, do your fatherly duty for a weekend while I stay here dealing with everything else. I don’t have the option of having only the easy parts of having a child. I have to deal with the pressure of being a single mother, having to hide from her every time I need to cry because I can’t take it anymore doing this alone, or having to leave her with my parents because I can’t even get out of bed to take care of her while you’re out there sticking your tongue down supermodels’ throats.”

“I didn’t know you felt this way.”

“And how would you know? You’re never here.” He doesn’t say anything. “I don’t need anything from you, not anymore. The time when I needed you here has passed, and I hope it never comes back.”

“Is everything okay, mommy?” Maeve asks appearing on the stairs, having taken a shower and wearing pajamas.

“Yes, my love, what do you want to eat?” I say wiping my tears.

“I want nuggets with veggies.”

“Okay, so let’s make them.”

“Are you going to have dinner here, daddy?”

“No, my love, I have to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“But don’t you have to go travel?”

“I do, but not now.”

“Okay.” She goes to him and then comes back to the table. “I’ll really come to pick her up tomorrow if that’s okay with you.”

“Okay.”

“Bye.” He leaves, and I lock everything.

“Mommy, where are you?” She screams from the kitchen.

“I’m coming baby.”

I’m not sure if I’ll write a part 2 but if you guys want another part, let me know.

[unfortunatebrainfarts]

Cussing out anyone and everyone is fun until you get lasso'd out of bed to do it on behalf of your casual space cowboy co-worker who for some reason knows where you live

Boothill x f!reader

A/n: soort of part 2 to my previous work but can be read seperately‼️

"For the last time — let me go before I literally unscrew your dick off."

"Psh, as if ya got the balls for that lil' missy."

You don't even have to look at Boothill to know he was immensely enjoying himself right now — hell you couldn't even if you wanted to since you were currently getting dragged through the ice cold floors of wherever the hell you were, with a fucking lasso firmly binding your legs and arms.

"It's like 5 a.m. in the morning, what the hell could you even want at this god forsaken hour?!" You righteously grumble, but alas, you were met with nothing more than silence probably because you've asked similar questions before. Yes. This has happened before. Many times before.

For Boothill, tracking down enemies and pinning them down was great. Not being able to curse them out and instead calling them a 'cutie' and blessing their soul? Not so great. But that's where you come in! His lovely fellow galaxy ranger who's been with him long enough to know what he wants to say, and is far too weak(compared to this baby shark looking freak of a cyborg) to refute him. Physically that is — you always make sure that you complain his ear off to at least ensure some sort of mental damage.

"Hey! If you're going to take me somewhere could you at least not drag me all the way there? Ugh these floors are so cold I feel like I'm gonna get hypothermia. If I do and I sue you, don't you have to pay me compensation for that? I'm expecting at least a million credits or so cause I don't think Lan provides health insurance for the galaxy rangers—"

Your pitiable monologue was abrubtly cut short by Boothill firmly gripping the rope which binded you and roughly jerking it upwards so that your body would fall limp directly on his shoulder like a giant worm, your head just centimeters away from his.

Of course to which you responded with automatic aggressive squirming and wiggling only making you look more and more like a worm. But honestly who could blame you? I mean, who just DOES THAT and expects the other party to be calmly subdued?!

"Oh sugar honey iced tea, could ya quit strugglin' for just one moment—" A large, metalic hand was promptly placed around your waist and no amount of wiggling could even get it to so much as budge. "Now that y'r off the darn floor ain'it 'bout time ya shut yer trap? Heh... we're almost there."

Now that you were head to head with Boothill, although not in the most favorable position, you could see his face now — his face with probably the most shit eating grin you have ever seen on it. His sharp teeth making themselves apparent, and unwavering eyes focused on just whatever lied ahead.

And then his feet stood still.

"THERE," he shouted unrestraintedly like a madman, while pointing his free hand at... a random lady in purple?

Without warning, Boothill launched himself forward stopping only inches away from the woman who looked just as confused as you.

"Now, go tell 'er that she's a wonderful ray of sunshine that deserves absoloutely nothin' but the best. Oh Acheron, bless your soul ya lovely imposter, be prepared to go on a playdate and have some teatime with me soon! Until then, you should keep yourself safe."

The sheer passion that Boothill had in his tone made it clear that he had a message to get across. Though you don't think the other woman, or supposedly Acheron, understood a word he said. You exasperatedly sigh, you felt just as bad for this lady as you did for you yourself.

"Well?! What'cha waitin' for," the arm around you tightened just enough for a squeak to involuntarily come out of you and you knew you weren't getting out of this.

You mentally apologise for this poor lady before translating his thoughts into words, "Er... what he means to say is uhm, 'you're a disgusting piece of shit who deserves to die seven times over by my hand. Oh Acheron, you absoloute dumbass fucking imposter, be prepared to meet me and face me off in a showdown soon, but you might as well just kill yourself before that."

"...," Acheron's face remained unchanging and blank throughout the whole spiel, Boothill's however, was characteristicly smug and maniacal.

To others, the three of you looked as if you were frozen in time for at least a minute or so, until Acheron simply tilted her head and monotonously responded,

"Sorry, who are you?"

[gadriezmannsgirl]

I have this idea for a fic and you are the very best to write it🥰.

Sports journalist reader and Pedri being in a private but no secret relationship, she is ok with it until people start commenting that Pedri surely wants to keep her private bc he wants to keep his image of being single and linked with ig models, and maybe it gets worse whe he fucks it up with a public comment along the lines of him not being in a relationship and she is like "ya basta de estupideces" and we get drama. Here I don't know what could happen but it ends with our beloved reader doing the post match interview with the players, when it's Pedri's turn they do the questions as normal but at the end he knows the mic is on and he says something like: "me esperas para llevarte a casa amor?".

It's Enough -P.G8

Summary: You're tired of people assuming things that are not true while your boyfriend shuts them up

You loved your work, you loved being a sports journalist, you were happy when you got the job at Sport and you loved being able to make people see a different point of view from what other journalist do, make players feel comfortable around you and ask them different questions than: "How was the rival team? Any thoughts on winning a certain trophy this year?"

And that's how you met and eventually make Pedri, your ten months boyfriend, fall in love with you, you being yourself even while working.

You had let people known you were in a relationship together two months ago and while everybody knew that, you both liked your privacy and you both tended to keep things on the low. And mostly, Pedri.

Everything has been great, both of you understanding each other, talking of anything, making time to be together, rarely fought but this one... it was the biggest one, you could ever have.

"I'm sorry"

"You really just think a simple sorry will cut it? I have my best friends asking me if you take this relationship seriously! My mom's calling me like crazy because she saw the video and my co-workers are sending me <<I'm sorry>> kind of texts, my brother wants to hit you in the face and I would gladly let him!" You shook your head "Why did you do that?!"

How on earth will he say "I'm not seeing anyone at the moment" when he clearly has you?!

"Y/N, amor-" You cut him off

"Comments about you with other girls have been going on and on lately, I honestly don't care about them, I know you and I know you wouldn't do that but then, you went ahead and said that shit that sent everyone into madness, it makes me rethink of everything I thought I knew about you once!" You admit with tears at the verge of falling "Did you lie to me? Do you really love me? Or you want me just to keep you company at nights?"

"Hey, no. Please, don't think that" Pedro shook his head "I've never lied to you, I'm in love with you, you are the girl of my dreams and the love of my life"

"Si lo soy, entonces ¿Por qué carajos dijiste eso?" (If so, then why the hell you said that?) Your voice broke lightly and the first tear fell down "You just embarrassed me in front of everyone, Pedri. There's nothing you can do to take it back, people think I'm good with open relationships, with you cheating, people are saying that you are hiding our relationship because you're embarrassed of me, people are saying you broke up with me just because you had what you wanted, people are saying shit about us, about me and it's all thanks to you"

"No, I didn't wanted that. I didn't- I'm not ashamed of us, of you, I just wanted to protect you, I-"

Your phone ringing interrupted him, you looked down at your hand and your boss's name flashed across the screen, you sighed in fear. You were news and bad ones.

"I gotta answer this"

"Please, amor-"

"Don't call me that, Pedro. In fact, don't call me, don't text me, don't even look at me, nothing at all because if you do I will do something I will later regret on"

"Like what?" He asked softly

"Like breaking up with you" You said strongly looking at him "I really can't bear with you right now, Pedro. We'll talk later" You shook your head and answered the phone going upstairs

Pedri felt like crying.

He knew he screwed up the second those words came out of his mouth, but it was as his body just blurted them out before his mind could process it. He just wanted to keep you safe.

But what a way of doing so, right?

He tried to do something else to shift his attention to the small office he set up for you at his house like washing the dishes, play some NBA, laundry and eventually get ready for his match.

He went upstairs with the intention of going straight into his room but his body tricked him and he ended up at your office, his heart breaking up when he heard you sniffing while speaking to your boss.

"You're giving us bad reputation with those news, Y/N" He heard your boss say

"I know, sir; my apologies" You said "He must have been really tired, you know he isn't like that"

"Whatever it was, it's done"

Pedri closed his eyes, his hand on top of the doorknob ready to come in and defend you but his phone interrupted him

Tiburón🦈

"Ya vamos a empezar a calentar. ¿Dónde estás?" (We're starting the warm up. Where are you?)

He sighed and went to your chat: "I love you, always have and always will. I'm truly sorry about everything, my love. But I'll make it up for you, I swear to God"

And leaving a kiss on the door, he left the house quickly, his body was on his way to Lluís Companys but his mind and soul stayed with you at his house.

You sighed, coming out of the shower. You had to go to Barcelona's match because you were scheduled for tonight's interviews, looking at the watch on the wall, you saw you were a bit early but still needed to go so you could make it on time.

You weren't in the mood for anything today. From being called names, to have all of your contacts worried about you and your relationship, to have your boss onto your neck wanting for you to dissolve any rumor but won't even knowing how to do so.

You wanted to simply disappear but you never had powers back in high school and you won't grow powers now being an adult. So the only thing you did was buckle your pants up and act as if nothing was affecting you.

Calling a cab, you went to Lluís Companys and with the help of Aaron, the cameraman you started the reportage in which ended up with Barcelona being the winner. 2-0. Both goals from Pedri.

Both goals that were dedicated to you.

Your heart beating incredibly fast at the gesture of your boyfriend who changed his glasses celebration for your name on a personalized Barcelona jersey, still with the 8 number

"Te quiero" he had said before giving the jersey to one member of the staff and return the game.

You felt extremely proud knowing he was the MVP however your happiness slowly turned sour because as he was the MVP of the match you had to interview him, you wanted it or not and you weren't ready to face Pedri yet.

"Buenas noches, Pedri" You said with a small smile, professionalism running through you

"Buenas noches" (Good night) He said softly

"Vamos a ser un poquito rápidos que sabemos que tienes que irte... Enhorabuena por la victoria de esta noche" (Congrats on the win tonight) ", 2-0 against Getafe How do you feel?"

"Well... Good. We played very well, we had control, we managed to knock the rival mostly from the sidelines, we knew we had to be strong since Getafe is a great team as well. And well, it was a very good game which we won and now to focus on the next game"

"Both goals from you with amazing assists of Fermin and Raphinha. They were amazing, by the way"

"Gracias"

"And you are the MVP for tonight's match. Congratulations as well with that, Pedri. How do you feel about that?"

"Good, good. It feels amazing, my goal is to score more and make more assists this season and hopefully I'll be able to help the team in any way I can"

"That's good to hear, Pedri. Once again, congratulations. Have a good night!" You said quickly wanting to get over with everything. "¿Lo agarraste?" (Did you got that?) You ask Aaron who nods and goes to show you a bit of the footage.

"Amor, ¿me esperas para que vayamos a casa?" (Babe, you wait for me so we can go home?) You heard Pedri asks "Por cierto, esto es para ti" (By the way, this is for you) He hands you the jersey

"What? Why?" You receive the jersey looking at it

"I'm dedicating goals to my one and only girl, is it bad?" And as much as you wanted to refuse a smile slowly came up to your face. You shake your head softly coming over to him to hug him "Te amo" (Love you) He said "And I'm sorry" You smiled and kissed his lips before kissing his sweaty, dirty but rosy cheek

"Don't do it again please" You whispered watching his big brown and beautiful eyes

"Never. You're my girlfriend, I'm in love with you and I see the rest of my life with you by my side, amor" He whispered back before pecking your lips softly "Entonces... ¿Me esperas? Voy a bañarme y a cambiarme rápido para que vayamos a casa y descansemos" (So... You wait for me? I'll shower and change really quick so we can go home and rest) You nod softly

"Better be quick, I really want to go home" You smiled untangling yourself from him

"I'm off right now"

"Y/N..." Aaron called you softly with a panicked look to his face

"What?"

"Football players mic was on and that was live" You open your mouth in shock, troubles keep coming at you.

"Don't mind" Pedri said "Let everyone know I'm taken by the best girl ever" You looked at him and he winked at you squeezing your hand.

What a sneaky boy he was.

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[misstycloud]

Yandere actor x actor reader in an interview?

“So, as you know the movie has now become a major success in the movie industry,”

You and the man beside you both nod in unision at the hostess statement, confirming her remark with a certain pride one receives after all the hard work finally pays off.

“-what would you say was your favourite part to film?” The woman asked, intrigued. She turns her curious gaze towards you first, so you go ahead and answer.

“Well I would say it was the resturant scene, since we actually got to eat real food. And if the shot wasn’t good enough they’d have to bring out a new full plate to reshoot it.” You professionally replied with a laugh.

The woman and rest of the audience chuckled along at your confession. She even made a joke of accusing you of messing up on purpose so you’d be able to taste the dish over and over again.

The question was then directed at the other guest. He crossed his legs while straightening the tie on his very expensive suit, giving him a cold and rigid appearance.

“I personally favoured doing the wedding.” Was all he said. Nothing more nothing less.

The show host laughed in an awkward manner at the short and uninterested reply. You wanted to sink into the cushioned chair and pinch your brow. Could he stop doing that, you begged mentally.

Although it’s basically what he’s been doing all through his career and people should’ve really seen it coming by now, you still wished to save the embarrassment.

Deciding to do something, you nudged his arm with your elbow and whispered, “What else? What about it made you like it?”

Ace’s face lit up in realisation and ‘ah’ed. “The Production Designers made a great job in creating the venue. They made it feel like a real ceremony. Everything was done in near perfection, the decorations were good suiting my tastes and all.”

“Oh, is that so, and what was the best part of ‘your wedding’?” The hostess leaned in closer, anticipating his answer.

A small hint of a smile grew on the caramel-haired man’s face, so small in fact that it would be hard for anyone but you and the other woman to catch it. “The best part you ask? It is without a doubt that I got to see (Y/n) looking so beautiful- not to say she isn’t always- but I am sure you understand what I mean.”

She burst out in giggles at his confession and so did the audience, loving the prospect of a real life romance that might be happening behind the camera. You and Ace seemed like the ideal couple after all. Both being highly attractive, talented and having some unexplainable connection.

The perfect pair.

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve had any guest be so honest with their feelings toward their co-star!Say, Mr. Lee, you’re not one known to form a close bond to your fellow actors but there’s an obvious exception here.” She pried, all giddy. If she managed to get a juicy reply, her show would definitely make the top from there. “Does this mean miss (Y/n) is someone very special?”

News on your relationship would spread and be the topic of magazines and conversations. Everyone were invested in it, even though it wasn’t officially confirmed that you and Ace were a thing.

Your body tensed at the question. You didn’t want people to think you were dating for real, as if it were confirmed. That would cause a bunch of trouble you had no interest in handling. All those people were fooled.

Tough you didn’t wish to call your fans and the general public idiots, it’s exactly what they were when it came to him. They had no idea of what he was really like. Sure they knew he could be taken as a bit of an oddball, not the person to gladly socialise like other celebrities.

But only those who had worked closely with him knew the extent of his troubling personality. Picky, selfish, entitled and rude towards everyone; those were the prominent qualities. You couldn’t count on the times you’d been forced to save some poor employee from his clutches.

Only after noticing your presence did he switch up his act and turn into a completely different person. Front of you he’d act sweetly, if you hadn’t caught him being horrible to others you wouldn’t have believed he was capable of such things.

In all honesty, it was somewhat disturbing how he was able to turn the switch so quickly. That’s the prodigy actors, you supposed.

You sent Ace a firm look, warning him not to do something he’ll regret. AKA, lying and saying you were together. And what does he do? He had the audacity to freaking smirk. You nearly scream in your seat. What an ass!

“Yes, she is indeed very special to me.” Ace said as he sent you a meaningful gaze.

By now you were ready to slap him. It had been hard enough to keep more rumours about the two at bay than the already existing ones, there was no need for this shit. Angrily, you kicked his leg. Which no one saw because the angle worked in your favour. Ace hissed in response.

And instead of getting mad like the normal human being, he said with a sly grin, “Actually, do you want to know another favourite scene of mine?”

The hostess perked up at this, “Yes, certainly!”

“The one where I get the privilege of proposing to (Y/n). It was wonderful, just wishing she’d accept my real one.”

Silence. Then an uproar.

“Does this imply the rumours are true? And have you gone so far you’re thinking of marriage?”

“No, no!” You instantly deny, “He’s not serious, he loves to joke around sometimes, haha. Isn’t that right?” You regard Ace who sits calmly in his position, not caring to say a word.

‘He’s getting off from this, isn’t he!’

“Oh don’t be shy miss (Y/n)! It’s been obvious since a long time ago. You’re made for each other!”

“No. We’re not! We’re really not. There’s nothing more between us than friendship. ”

———-

‘Ugh. Why did he have to do that?’ You complained to yourself after the show was over.

As you stumbled around in the corridors, the person who caused your irritated state popped up.

“Just the person I wanted to see.” You spat at him.

“It’s good to see you too, love. Since the wrap-up of the movie I haven’t had the chance to see you for so long. It’s been very lonely.” Ace approached you and tried to caress your cheek, you stepped away.

“What the hell did you do that for? Don’t go around spouting shit that isn’t true.”

“I can assure you, my love for you is very true. There isn’t anything more genuine than that.” He pleaded.

“Just stop!” You pushed him away, “I don’t want you anywhere near me. I’m done with you! No more movies together. We’ll never see each other again, okay!”

The moment you started leaving, a voice sounded behind you. In a confident tone your now nemesis asserted, “We’ll see about that, dear.”

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[peachymilkandcream]

My Husband, My Monster|Part 1|William Afton x Wife!Reader

(A/N: So this is the fandom that won the poll! I'll try and keep these and Break Me Slowly regular, but still feel free to give me requests for both in my inbox, I do oneshots and headcanons as well as I'll answer your questions and comments! (Please just read the rules first) I think I have a general timeline and idea of the lore [It's FNAF lore it's complicated as fuck] so I'm going with my best guess on things. Hope you guys enjoy!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, power imbalance, age difference, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes, yandere behaviours, domestic violence, misogyny, violence, William's a warning himself, etc.

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Who knew that a bit of twisted words and cash made all of your problems go away? William had struggled to stay open with Henry Emily's company showing such strides in mechanical technology. He was still wearing homemade cloth suits while his rival had dancing puppets that children adored. His dreams and ideas were being stolen right out from under him in his eyes, rolling in mountains of debt and the threat of closing down looming over his head. They were his characters, his dream, his business idea, and the bastard had to steal it and make it better. Even though he had bought William out of debt all those years back, it didn't change the sting of defeat when the two businesses merged.

Now he didn't regret it, Fredbear's Family Diner was just starting out but it was already projected to be a success. His characters took centre stage and had never been more alive, delighting young and old alike, his legacy started now.

Which is when he noticed the girl sitting at a table with her friend, they were giggling and laughing together over some inside joke. William had always had a soft spot for pretty girls, his more reckless years spent taking what women offered him freely, now he didn't have the time.

However for this girl he might just be able to make the time.

Casually he walks over, pretending to just be passing by, when he spies the job application she's filling out on the table and catching snippets of their conversation.

"I'm just saying, you're not going to have time for school while getting even a part time job." The friend was saying this, a slightly concerned expression on her face. "And now offence, you're not the brightest bulb, you need all the time to study that you can get."

"Well thanks." She mutters, giggling slightly. "But I can't afford college with my situation now. Mom and Dad agreed to pay for most of it, but-" She hesitates with a blush. "I want the full college experience."

"Ooh~" Her friend seems intrigued. "My best friend finally loosing her innocence? Scandalous."

She scoffs. "Look I just haven't found the right guy yet, it'll happen when it happens."

At this William can't help but interject. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but glance over your shoulder and see you're applying for a job here."

She meets his eyes, and man was he a sucker for a pretty face. "Yeah I am, are you a manager here?"

He chuckles a little. "No actually, I'm the owner." While co-owner was technically true he liked to tell people he owned it solely to give himself an ego boost. "If you wanted, I could do the interview right here."

"Wait really?"

"Actually, she's fine, thanks, she's going to get a job with my mom or something. Come on let's go-" Her friend slides out of the booth, trying to drag the woman with her.

"Well I'm going to be brutally honest with you here ma'am, for a girl your age your options are going to be extremely limited. And even though the pay isn't great it's a great experience."

She stops, considering his words before waving off her friend. "Go ahead, I think I'll still fill it out, never hurts."

"If you'd like I can interview you right now, save some time."

"Oh wow that would be awesome-"

"Seriously? Listen, this guy gives me a weird feeling, let's just go okay? And I'll find you something better." The friend again reaches for her to come along, but the girl refuses.

"I'm serious, go on and I'll tell you how it went later."

With a huff her friend leaves, a clearly annoyed expression evident on her face.

William regains his composure before sitting across from her. "So, a job. Tell me what you can do." He crosses his hands on the table in front of her, a smile easily coming to his face.

"Well, I was thinking I would be a good server, I'm good with people, especially kids, and I love to clean. I can cook pretty well too but I think something at this scale would be too much for me." She laughs a little, clearly trying to ease a little nervousness.

He joins in on her laughter, hoping to make her comfortable around him, since that's what he wanted. "I suppose that's fair. Out of curiosity, why is it you want this job?" She was hired already, that he knew, a pretty face with a nice ass? What more could you want from an employee?

"Well I'm in college, and I want to be able to afford just some extras to really experience that life before it's too late."

"College?" He feigns interest, in his opinion all she was doing was wasting her most fertile years and her money. If she's halfway decent at any of her qualifications then she'd easily find a rich enough man like him, pop out a few kids and have a truly fulfilling life. "Can I ask what for?"

"Psychology, the human mind has always fascinated me."

"Oh yes definitely." He suppresses an eye roll, even more of a useless degree, maybe he could help this girl from throwing her life away because she thinks deep thoughts will make her money. "Then I should ask for your class schedule for hours."

"Right, I always keep it with me because I'm always forgetting." She giggles again, pulling it out of her purse and handing it to him. "I cannot work these times but anything else I'm there."

Wanting these hours to know when not to schedule this girl was the last thing on William's mind. "Well I'll do what I can, but it's not that easy, you have to be flexible in the real world."

"Of course, I understand that sir."

"William, call me William. My grandfather was sir and my father was Mr. Afton, so I'm just William." He flashes another smile, coaxing one from her lips as well.

"Alright, William." She tests his name out on her tongue with a soft smile and a subtle blush, the poor girl clearly hasn't been within five feet of a man before.

"Now Miss, have you had any work experience prior to this?"

"No, I haven't, this sounds entitled but I've never really had the need to up until now?"

"There's nothing wrong with that, although I'll need to teach you the proper dynamic between employee and employer. But I trust that won't be a problem, right?"

"Not at all sir-er-William. I'm more than happy to learn."

"Good, all you need to know is that I'm your friend, but I have authority over you so you need to follow what I say without question."

"Why without question?"

Oh she was so naive. "Insubordination, it's grounds with which you can be fired. So best not to stray too far towards that right?" He winks.

"Absolutely-" She shivers slightly.

"Then if that's it..." He draws the moment out for it to seem authentic. "Welcome to Fredbear's Family Diner and we're happy to have you on the team." He extends a hand to shake, which she grasps eagerly, her rows of white teeth on full display.

"Oh thank you so much! When do I start?"

"We'll have you start next week, let's say, Monday."

"That's perfect, that's so perfect-" She glances at the door. "I really should go, I think I've pissed her off enough as it is, thank you for your time." She shakes his hand and hurries out the door.

"Oh trust me, don't worry about it." He watches her go, a small smile coming to his face.

This was just the beginning.

[honeybleed]

— ★ HEAR THE SEA // USOPP

content: female reader, she/her pronouns, black-coded reader, angsty a lil (self deprecating usopp), fluff - just kissing lmfao

author’s note: thank you for the request @penny44224! i hope this is to your liking 🥹 i kinda incorporated some of usopp’s animanga character traits in this but this is definitely opla fic cos jacob is tew fine

word count: 820

You were at a loss for words when you saw your name etched into the sand.

Usopp was Usopp.

His words hurtling at the speed of light, mouth not keeping up his brain. Babbling excuses.

“Thank you.” You said softly as you crouched beside him. “I love it.”

“Y-you do?” He questioned, mouth falling with an incredulous stare.

“Of course I do, Usopp. You’re very sweet, and brave. And I wish you didn’t get so damn skittish around me. Acting like I’ll rip your head off.”

Usopp blinked a few times at your words.

He let out a sigh as he stood up from the sand, looking out to the sea.

“Have you ever felt it? When you like somebody so much and you just feel like you’ll drive them away.” He asked, not facing you.

You pursed your lips together. You figured it was a better idea to just let him speak without jumping down his throat.

“And all that clouds your mind is every single bad part of you.” His voice cracked.

“You haven’t even given me a chance, Usopp.” You responded in a gentle voice. “You can’t just go ahead and shut the idea of us down…when you haven’t told me how you feel.”

He turned to face you as you patted the space beside you, gesturing for him to sit.

“Cos I know the answer. So just let me know. Is it Zoro…or Sanji?”

“Neither.” You snorted. “It’s you, you fool.”

He froze for a second as if he couldn’t believe what just came out of your mouth.

“…Me?!”

“There’s only one Captain Usopp, huh?” You giggled. “There’s so many reasons to like you. And bad parts, we all have them.”

“But I’m sure even your bad parts are pretty.”

“Usopp!” You exclaimed, feeling the tips of your ears heat up.

“I’m just saying. I’m sure you could do no wrong in my eyes.” He said.

You reached out to settle your hand over his, interlacing your fingers with his as you smiled.

“I wish you saw yourself through my eyes.” You whispered. “I’m sure a day with my point of view would definitely change your mind.”

“…And how do you see me?” He responded, voice low.

“I said it before…but I think you’re brave. I think you’re sweet. And…I find you sexy which is a bonus.”

He was sure he couldn’t believe what was coming out of your mouth. His mouth felt dry, he felt the longer the silence settled over you the more you slipped out of his grasp.

But Usopp never really knew how much you knew him. You were focused on the sand between your toes as you admired the way he scrawled your name with the branch.

The gentle tidal waves swept it away, but it was nice while it lasted.

“Usopp, don’t leave me hanging..” You chimed. He found your voice so alluring, that he almost immediately crawled over to you as if it was by reflex.

“I’m not! I promise..!”

“It’s okay if you’re unsure what to say. These things are always hard.” You said in an attempt to reassure him.

“They are…?”

“Of course they are.” You scoffed. “Putting your heart on the line is one of the most terrifying things. But…I wish you wouldn’t worry so much. I like you the most.”

“You like me…?”

You nodded with an earnest smile.

“You like me..” He repeated struggling to comprehend. “God, I must’ve knocked my head on the Merry or something. This can’t be real. Wait Y/N! Pinch me, okay?!”

You sighed, then twisted his side.

“Not that hard!” He wailed as he scrambled away from you.

“Come back here.” You ordered. “Do you trust me?”

He nodded almost frantically.

“You don’t believe anything I say…so can I show you?” You said.

Usopp was sure he’d died. There was no way this was taking place.

“How…would you do that?” He stammered, feeling warmth rush through his body.

“I think you know.” You said, as your eyes were half-lidded with lust and flitted to his lips.

“God, don’t do this to me Y/N.” Usopp groaned.

“Do what…?” You feigned ignorance as you scooted closer to him.

“You know what you’re doing to me. How am I supposed to think straight?!”

“Stop your whining..” You giggled as you leaned in.

Cupping the side of his face with your hand, you crushed your lips against his. You could feel him tense slightly at first, but when his hand settled on your thigh you could feel he was getting the hang of it.

You pulled away and nudged your forehead against his, laughing breathlessly.

“Do you believe me now, Captain?”

He mustered up some courage and cleared his throat.

“I think I’m gonna need another one. You know…just for reassurance.”

“I’d be happy to.” You grinned, as you pushed him on his back to dive in for another kiss.

[bluewatersfairy]

could’ve been - j.p.

loosely inspired by H.E.R. & Bryson Tillers’ ‘Could’ve been’

synopsis: two exes run into each other at a night club and spend some time catching up

warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI! unprotected sex (carry a condom at all times in cases of emergencies), semi public sex (i guess?)

word count: 5.2k (thank you for your patience) 

p.s. i started writing this during the off-season last year so the timeline is a bit fuzzy.

•••

All-star break had a habit of coming around right when everyone needed it.  Though Jordan was still the same goofy dude he’d always been, he felt like he was walking around with a chip on his shoulder.  He had been stuck in the mindset that he had something to prove all season, and it was starting to affect his mental.

His friend had suggested a night out to try and get his mind right and though it wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, he didn’t see it being a bad thing.  He didn’t think it would be a good idea to drink so he volunteered to be the sober driver.  

He was pressed up against the wall with a glass of lemon water when he caught a glimpse of someone who could’ve been you across the club.  For just a moment, he felt his entire body freeze, pins pressing into the bottoms of his feet and nails dragged down the back of his neck.  He stood up straight and rolled his shoulders back before leaning his head back again.  He couldn’t pull his eyes away now, he was stuck doing this again. 

Again because he’d done the exact same thing in London over the summer.  Someone had slipped past him in a rush and for a split second he thought it was you.  He’d stopped in his tracks and scanned the street.  It wasn’t you, of course, he knew you were in New York for a work conference and still not returning his texts.  Or even opening them to read.  It just happened to be someone who was roughly the same height as you and wore the same perfume or used the same hair products.  It couldn’t have been you. 

San Francisco was a different story.  You could very easily be in his adoptive city without him knowing.  He was sure he’d heard your company’s name in passing a few times in the past two days, and he was sure he’d heard one of your co-workers talking on the phone as they skipped the line outside.  She had a very strong accent, talked very fast and made a habit of yelling to be heard clearly on phone calls.  Somehow she always called you when the two of you were together, and Jordan liked getting in on them.  He could hear the whole conversation and it was too easy for him to do impressions and make you laugh whilst trying to be professional.  

Once while on a video conference she was leading, Jordan had made you burst out into laughter that you’d have to cover with a coughing fit, excusing yourself and muting your mic.  The two of you ended up on the floor laughing at the same thing over and over again until your sides hurt and tears were rolling down your face.  Whenever he thought of your time together, it was a scene like that that stuck out.  You were always laughing, joking, or out of breath in his presence, like you were filled with light.  

It’s part of the reason why he was so blindsided when you showed up at his hotel door to tell him things had to end between the two of you; that this wasn’t what you needed, or wanted anymore.  Jordan swore up and down that he could adjust what you needed to make it work, that he’d pull your weight while you couldn’t but all you could do was shake your head and say no.  

Jordan had to chug his lemon water to make the thoughts stop.  Some of it spilt down his face but he didn’t seem to care, just wiped it off on the back of his hand and continued to stare straight ahead. He kept his gaze slightly higher than the average height to make sure he didn’t catch a glimpse of anyone that could be you.  But then the perfume you wear flushed his senses and forced his eyes shut.  This wasn’t happening.  It was all just wishful thinking.  And it would remain wishful thinking.

“Can I stand here?” an index and middle finger touched just above his hip, the type of touch that he’d recognise anywhere.  Even with his eyes closed and his mind and heart fighting over where they should run to.

“It’s a free country,” Jordan answered as he bravely turned his head to meet your gaze for the first time in close to a year.  

It felt like something had hit his chest while he took you in, tingles spreading from his shoulder blades to his fingertips.  Your cheeks looked slightly fuller than the last time he’d seen you, and there were no longer heavy bags under your eyes, and your lips were smooth, unbitten and shiny.  You looked healthier, happier.  Your smile worked like a key in his chest; things were trying to turn again. 

“Hi Jordan,” you grinned with a glimmer of hope in your eyes, allowing yourself to take him in properly.  You were glad you’d decided to cross the room to see him closer.  You had no idea what you were starting, but you couldn’t stay away from him. 

You weren’t sure if he’d seen you on his way in, he was surrounded by his friends and they seemed deep in conversation.  You noticed him almost instantly.  Ever since you’d gotten off the plane you’d been searching for him in every room.  You couldn’t count on both hands how many times you’d hovered over his contact name over the past 3 days, but you’d somehow managed to stop yourself each time.  Seeing him in the flesh was a different story.  You could only be so strong. 

“Hi,” he breathed out as he dropped his head so you’d be able to hear each other.  

“I don’t think I can say your name, right now.”  He confessed, his heart pounding in his chest.  “I don’t know if you’re really here yet.”

You smiled as you wrapped your arm around his and slid your fingers down his forearm to tangle them in his own.  The action triggered a rush of endorphins and nothing could stop the memories that followed.  At various stages of your relationship, you'd used it as a silent communicator. 

Sometimes it meant that you were ready to go, or that there was someone you wanted to introduce him to, and occasionally that you were dragging him away because he was making too good of an impression on a coworker you did not want to have to invite around for drinks or worse, a meal.  Every now and again, it meant something less innocent, something the two of you rarely let happen outside the comforts of a bedroom.  You’d gotten into the habit of squeezing his hand gently to confirm the message towards the end of the relationship, so when you squeezed his hand in that club, it felt like he’d been hit in the chest.

“I promise,” you said into his ear, “I really am here.”  

He let out a deep breath and you watched as he glanced up for a few moments before relaxing into you.  He seemed to hesitate against your person, his fingers barely grazing the skin of your forearm.  When he did finally lay his hand on your arm, you could tell he was expecting to go straight through you.  

“Here,” you half laughed as you moved so you were standing in front of him, facing him, and wrapped your arms around his waist.  “You can hold me if you need to.”

Jordan half laughed in response but wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.  You watched as his eyes scanned the room, his hands pressing into your lower back.  He tucked his head and you were properly connected for the first time in what felt like forever.  

“I was thinking about texting you tonight,” you confessed, “it would’ve been out of the blue but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”  Being able to look Jordan in the eye and hold him against you again felt a little too comfortable.  You shouldn’t have liked it as much as you did. 

“It’s been like that a lot for me too,” he licked his bottom lip, “there’s a lot I’ve been thinking about.”

“I’m proud of you,” you smiled softly, “I wasn’t sure if a text from me would ruin your celebrations, but I’ve never been more proud of all the work you’ve put in.”  your lips brushed against his ear lobe as he leant in closer with every word you said.  

“Nothing about you would’ve ruined anything,” he shook his head and tightened his grip on your waist, his thumb caressing your right hip, “if anything, it would’ve made things better.”  

He was grinning, cheesing, like you’d said something funny, like he did in some of those pictures you’d seen during the celebrations.  You scanned over his face again, taking time to look into his dopey eyes and cheeks to see if there was any sign of intoxication.  You couldn’t do this if he wasn’t sober, that wouldn’t be fair.

“Have you been drinking?” you asked with your hand instinctively reaching for his neck, “I’m not wasting my breath if you’re not all here with me.”

Another big grin and something of a laugh; he really had a habit of confusing you further when it came to clarifying things.  If it wasn’t for his hand’s grasp on your wrist, you would’ve given his face a little playful shove, and probably would’ve laughed too.  But instead you took a small step back, unwrapping your arm from his waist, and put some space between the two of you.  The desire to touch him remained, and you couldn’t bring yourself to lose his warmth, so your hand found itself resting on his chest.  The vibrations of his heart pounding against his ribcage spread throughout your body.  

“Jordan,” you raised your voice to make sure he could still hear you, “I’m being serious.”  

You couldn’t help but smile, couldn’t help but blush with the way he looked at you.  It was like nothing had changed in his eyes.  They were ever so hooded, sleepy looking, with that sparkle of joy you felt whenever you closed your eyes.  For a second there, you realised that this could’ve been reality if you hadn’t let him go, that this wouldn’t just be a passing moment, but a daily occurrence.  What’s worse is you knew you were looking at him with the same admiration you always had.  He still felt like your goofball guy, you still felt invincible in his arms, endlessly safe in his gaze.  

“I’m sober, I promise,” he laughed as he pulled you closer to him, your fingers entwining, “I’m Ms. Daisy tonight, I’m responsible.” 

“Responsible,” you teased with your head tilted and hands on his shoulders, “I’m not sure I’d use those exact words.”  

“See, I’m grown now baby,” he smirked, “I take care of people, keep them in line, you know, the whole nine yards.”  

Just like that, everything fell back into old patterns.  The two of you were smiling and laughing, joking around and teasing each other like the past few months never occurred.  In each other's embrace, quickly everything disappeared in the background and all you knew was each other.  

Tucked away together, no one could touch or bother you.  You were invisible to the rest of the world.  Except when Jordan cut you off mid-sentence to put a hand out to stop someone from bumping directly into you.  Well, a couple actually, they too seemed pretty caught up in their own world, just instead of catching up, they were making out.  

“Cmon bro,” Jordan clicked as he moved you and them out of the way, “get a stall or something.”  he looked annoyed and rolled his eyes before looking back down at you, barely even realising how he’d pulled you into his chest as if they were a true threat.  

“What?” he asked you in a softer tone, his hand cupping the back of your head, “you got that look on your face.”

“I dunno what you’re on about,” you shrugged your shoulders, “this is the way I always look.”

He rolled his eyes again and shook his head, “I know that look well, you’re thinking dangerous, dangerous thoughts, and I’m not about to comply.”

“I’m thinking nothing of the sort,” but you were, “maybe we should go somewhere more private to talk though.  I did not enjoy being involved in their very intimate moment.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, “sounds like an excuse, if you ask me.”

This time it was your turn to roll your eyes.  You pulled away, grabbing his hand in the process, and started searching for a bathroom.  

It wasn’t necessarily that you were trying to start something, but Jordan hit all your weak spots without meaning too.  He always looked good, but there was something about him that night that was more alluring than before.  It could’ve been that you hadn’t seen him in a while, or maybe that he was starting to fill out as he surpassed his scrawny teenage-like figure.  There was more to him, physically and mentally, and you wanted to get all in it.  

Which is exactly how the two of you ended up in a locked unisex bathroom at the back of the club.  You were sitting on the counter with Jordan between your legs.  His hands ran over your thighs, his fingers applying pressure every now and then.  There was little room between the two of you, heart-to-heart you carried on talking.  It was taking everything in you not to turn to the nasty corner of your mind that painted fantasies of Jordan part-time.  He smelt so good and he made you laugh.  Not to mention the flutter in your chest and the pulsing deep in you every time he looked at you.

It was all too easy, you pressed your lips together as you tilted your chin up to look at his face.  The lines you'd drawn were starting to blur and fade away.

“I’ve missed this,” you sighed as your fingers caressed his neck and shoulders.  

Jordan gave you a shy smile in response and cupped your chin in his right hand.  You kept looking up at him and slowly his hand travelled to your throat.  There was no risk, no added pressure in this gesture; just a reminder of what has passed and what still remained.  The two of you were putty, easily pulled and shaped into whatever the other wanted.  Stress free fun and a whole lot of love.�� 

“Me too,” he breathed out as your lips brushed against one another.  He was pulling you in with his entire being, but something was stopping him from making the connection.  Every part of your body burnt with anticipation, and you weren’t above begging for it.  

"Don't play games with me," you bit the inside of your lip, "you know what I want."  You could feel your cheeks and chest flush as each word passed through your lips.  

Somewhere between adoration, passion and pain, Jordan stared lasers into your soul.  His breathing deepened while he analysed what you had said and what you were doing.  Like you, he wanted to feel the fire that always came with your love.  The endless burn of lust and greed that dripped from every part of him the second he saw you undress.  He never wanted to lose you, never wanted to forget how good you looked on top of him.  Tonight was no different, except for the tightness in the hole of his chest.  He wanted to drink in the image of you in your little black dress and trace the curves of your body.  

Jordan never wanted to forget this moment.  He wanted you seared into his memory, let it be your silhouette he sees every time he closed his eyes.

The loss of contact surprised you as he took a few steps back.  Your thighs felt cold without him on you.  He crossed his arms and tilted his head at you, observing you, savouring you.  His hooded eyes dragged over every inch of your body and you followed him.  You leant back on your hands and spread your legs apart further.  Your hand fell to spot his eyes seemed to forget and you drew him in.  

Jordan felt like his mind was running 100 thoughts every millisecond that passed.  Memories, wants and needs blended together.  He needed to touch you with every part of him, wanted to drag his mouth over every inch of your skin.  Without a second of warning, echoes of the past rang through his ears, his head between your thighs as you swore to the Heavens.  There was nothing quite like you, nothing that he craved more on his tongue than your sweet pussy juices.  He could eat it for hours and never get bored.  There was always something new to try.  And he loved how he could dig his fingers in your thighs.  The small bruises from the pads of his fingers made him feel proud.  The red handprints and grips on your ass and thighs gave him a spike of confidence.  When he was inside you, he knew he was king.  He never questioned his actions or his success, you were never shy when it came to unholy acts.

"You wanna know something?" Jordan asked as he found your eyes again.

You nodded your head and watched closely as he dragged the tip of his tongue across the soft pink lip of his bottom lip.  

"This feels like the first time I'm seeing you all over again," he smiled shyly as he stepped closer to you again, his hands on your thighs.  "Like it feels like I've never touched you before.  I feel all giddy and nervous."

His tone didn't match his words.  He spoke low and with confidence.  He consistently had a demeanour that could only be described as smooth and it always sent a shiver down your spine when he got close.  He pulled you in mentally and you wanted to melt into him.

"You've always known how to touch me," you reassured him as you reached your hand out to hold his neck.  He tilted his head and smiled at you.

You could tell there were words that were better left unsaid at that moment.  His eyes, though playful, held that glimmer of doubt you'd left him with.  Neither of you could bear to address the elephant in the room.  Instead, you let the wants and needs of your body paint the fantasies the two of you shared.

You felt like Jordan was waiting on you.  So very gently you pressed a kiss to the right and then left side of his neck; just below his pulse points.  His eyes were closed when you guided his face so that you could place your lips to his forehead, then to the tip of his nose.  He hummed his approval of each touch, the sides of his mouth pulled up into a blissful smile.  

You pushed your lips together as you ran your thumb across his.  Jordan’s hands slipped up your body and wrapped around your torso, pulling you even closer to him.  

“Cmon baby,” he mumbled with you flushed against his chest, your lips with barely any space between them again, “you’re allowed to kiss me.  I’d prefer it, actually.”  his eyes flicked from your lips to both your eyes and it started to feel like it was all too much.

You reached out to him and let your lips encase his.  It was like an electric volt was sent down your spine and something switched in both of you.  In a matter of moments, your kisses became sloppy and rushed, the two of you trying to get closer.  You needed to feel Jordan on every inch of your skin and it seemed he felt the same.

The first time your lips separated, Jordan took his glasses off and immediately attached his lips to your neck.  His hand pulled your head back with gentle force and a gasping moan escaped your opened mouth.  The sleeves of your dress were pulled off your shoulders and Jordan’s mouth followed.  His teeth and lips dragged across your hot skin, hissing as he groped your breasts with both hands.  

You pushed your dress further down to expose your chest to him fully.  You were completely out of breath when he wrapped his lips around your left breast, his tongue catching your nipple and flicking it before he began to suck.  

You encouraged him with affirming words and louder moans.  Unconsciously, your hips rolled towards him.  The only thing your body knew was him and the only thing it needed was continuous contact with something warm.  Every inch of you ached for him, begged and pleaded for him.

“Jordan,” you gasped out as you tried to grab at his clothes, “I need you on me baby, take it off.”  

He nodded his head and took a step back to pull his shirt off over his head.  Your eyes fell on the tent he’d pitched in his pants and you couldn’t help but feel pleasure.  You pulled your dress off and slipped your panties off, no longer sitting on the bench.

You kissed Jordan and dragged your hands over his naked chest.  You pushed him against the spot you’d just been sitting and started to kiss down his neck.  You kissed a trail between his pecs and licked a line down his abdomen.  You smiled up at him, now on your knees as you worked to get his pants off.

“Fuck, you know me so well,” he moaned as you palmed him through his pants, “don’t play with me baby, I don’t have much patience tonight.”  he bit down hard on his bottom lip as you freed him.

You kissed the tip of his dick before spitting on it and using your hand to stroke him and spread your saliva.  He threw his head back, the veins of his neck strained and he let out a throaty groan.  With two hands, you stroked him and added more of your spit.  You’d forgotten how much fun it was to have this type of control over him.  You loved seeing him strain to contain himself and the rush it sent through him.  He would only let you do so much but you loved it when he let you decide how things were gonna play out.  

“I don’t have condoms,” you said with one hand reaching under his shaft to play with his balls, “do you care?”

“That depends,” he groaned out with his eyes squeezed shut, “you slept with anyone?”

“No,” you swallowed as your eyes met, “have you?”  his eyes were darker than before – you weren’t sure if it was because you were getting him off or because of what he’d just asked you.  Either way, you felt it down in your stomach.

“I haven’t,” he confirmed and you stood up quickly.  

Jordan grabbed you again, his strong arms lifting you so you were against the counter again.  He kissed you with a sense of urgency, his tongue dipping into your mouth.  Your moans mixed together and your legs wrapped around him, your hand reaching between the two of you.  

“God, I need you inside of me, Jordan,” you said, dripping with sex.  The two of you were focused on the space between you.  You pumped his length a few more times before running his tip through your slit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he spoke with amazement, his voice breathy.

He grabbed your neck and turned your face so you were looking at him when you put him inside you.  His mind took a mental recording of the look and sound of relief that left your body as he filled you up.  

“My pretty baby,” he cooed with a devilish smirk, “don’t I feel good inside of you?”

You were speechless, nothing more than mewls and moans of joy were able to be expressed.  You felt so tight and you swore you could feel every inch of him.  It was hot, in every way.  You wanted to stay in the moment as long as you could, but there was little you could focus on other than how good it felt.

“You feel so good,” you spoke mindlessly, “fuck me please, give it to me.”

Jordan listened.  His hips pulled back and angled back into you perfectly for the first few strokes.  Each sound you let out egged him on so much so that he very quickly reached an erratic pace.  He was being fuelled by his own needs and unfulfilled desires and your constant confirmations of pleasure.

“Look at me baby,” Jordan found himself saying as he moved your leg so that you were now on your side, your head leaning partially on the mirror to keep yourself up as you fell into pure bliss.

You found his brown eyes as his hand came down hard on your ass cheek.  You gasped and reached for his hand, giggling a little.  He smiled and watched you move it to rest between your thighs.  He read your sign loud and clear and started to stimulate your clit.  You called out his name loudly and threw your head back.

“Oh just like that, yes.”  you felt like you were floating for all of 30 seconds before he moved his hand away.  You were about to protest, open your eyes and speak, but you were still getting fucked in the exact way you loved, and it was hard to concentrate.

“Look me in my eye,” Jordan said roughly, this time with his hand grabbing at your face so you’d actually make eye contact with him.  “Don’t that feel nice?”

“It feels so nice,” you responded loudly, his hand back on your clit before you could fully process it.  “You’re so fucking deep, I need you so badly.”

Jordan groaned in response, feeling your walls grip around him as if you never wanted him to leave.  He wanted to savour the beautiful feeling of you and never let it go.  He may have been caught up in the moment, but he hadn’t forgotten all his troubles.  The way he felt about you hadn’t changed, and seeing how well you fell back into old habits and how perfectly your bodies fit together, he was convinced this all meant something.  Something this good couldn’t get lost.  He wasn’t going to lose you again.

“Baby boy,” the nickname passed through your lips like silk, your hand reaching out to him, “stay here with me, don’t get lost in the other shit.”

Your words practically melted him into you, your bodies moving so his arms could wrap you in a hug.  He filled you to the hilt again and you squeezed your eyes shut, your mouth dropping open in a silent, all consuming moan.

“This better?” Jordan asked smiling, his forehead now resting against yours.  

“Mhm,” you hummed and caught his lips on yours as you pulled him even closer.  The new angle he thrusted into you was sending repeated shots of pleasure up your spine.  It was pure ecstasy and made your verbal reactions even louder.  “This is exactly what I needed.”

In Jordan’s strong grip, you were perfectly in rhythm with one another.  Though the composure of the sex was slipping, you were only growing more needy.  Your lips and teeth dragged over his soft skin and he did the same, his lips attaching to your neck at any chance he could get.  

“You feel so fucking good on me,” Jordan grunted out between thrusts.  

He was close.  The look on his face and the way his hips were starting to move without control or rhythm was enough for you to know.  You were too, ultimately.  When you told your friends you fit together, you never felt like it really sold just how good this could all be.  He could drag his cock over all the best spots inside your pussy, and give you enough friction on your clit to make you dance.  You wanted all of him, and nothing less.  

“Cmon baby,” you moaned, “keep going.  Please don’t stop.”

As if it was a trigger, Jordan’s rhythm was quickly lost and his hips started to move faster, chasing a high to fulfil your pleads.  His groans and thrusts pulled moans and curses out of you, your eyes squeezing shut as you opened up your chest.

“Nah baby,” he spoke roughly as he wrapped his hand around your throat, “you gotta look at me now.”  He grinned as you moaned again.  You opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off with his lips, his tongue licking into you.  

“Fuck,” he groaned as your walls clenched around him, “keep doing that and I’ma cum inside you.”

“God, I want you to,” you gasped as he somehow reached deeper inside of you.  “Cum inside me, please, please, please.”  

Your begging was enough to send him over the edge.  He filled you to the hilt and let out an incoherent string of curses and your name.  Your walls contracted with every twitch of his tip, spurting hot liquid into you.  When he felt he was finished, he pulled his hips back again and kissed you.  He moved with precise strokes that had you calling to a higher place.  He was dragging over your g-spot over and over again and it was exactly what you needed to send you over the edge.  

You threw your head back, your back arching the same way and said his name over and over again, praising him.   He scattered kisses all over your exposed neck and decolletage until he felt your pulsating core begin to subside.  

“I can’t tell you how much I missed seeing you like that,” Jordan cheesed with your hands cupping his face.  You looked him over, the same cheesy grin spreading across your cheeks.

His chest heaved in sync with yours and a layer of sweat covered his beautiful brown skin.  He looked ethereal and the way the light caught his sweat gave him a golden aura.  You couldn’t resist gently pressing kisses to his collarbone along to his shoulder where you rested your chin. 

“There really is no one like you.”

You gazed up at him and felt your heart skip a beat.  It wasn’t easy to accept, but you could see how you could have been wrong.  The best things in life were rarely easy.  And really, the more you thought about it, the more you knew that the difficult things that made you break things off with him were circumstantial and out of your control.  Maybe it wouldn’t be ideal, but you couldn’t see yourself living without him.  Plus, the last time you guys had sex couldn’t be in the uni-sex bathroom of a club you’d probably never return to.

“Hey Jordan,” you said softly after a peaceful silence of you both looking at each other, “I know there’s a lot to be said, but I was wondering,” you trailed off with a smile.

“Yeah?” Jordan encouraged, his smile growing wider.

“Do you wanna give us another go?”

[sandraharissa]

Giving Silco a bad eye and making this his symbol was such a genius idea, like it’s so delicious on so many levels.

For one it really adds to his look/design. Fans would often joke that he looks like a rat, which is fair and funny, but imo the goal of the designers was to make him look like a shark. He’s got this peculiar nose that gives his whole head roughly the shape of a shark snout, he’s got the broken teeth that look like triangular shark teeth, and then there’s the eye, which has no eyelid and never blinks, exactly like a shark’s eye.

(see Jinx gets it)

Then, on the topic of no eyelid, he obvs never blinks with that eye which gives the impression of constant surveillance and being all-knowing. This ties nicely into the eye being his symbol, the image we see of the open eye that never blinks that is present on all the locations he owns/has influence over/oversees. That was most definitely a part of Silco’s Undercity that he established, keeping ppl in line through fear. It’s reflected in his own man refusing to cooperate with Cait but instead of insulting her or claiming loyalty to a cause he says ‘he’ll kill me’, then we also see it with Babette (who I’m certain knew everything but wouldn’t risk it for Vi and so essentially lead Vi to Sevika/her death) and Huck. It’s most obvious with Marcus, how he thought he could do what he wanted (‘rescue Vi’) against Silco’s interests behind his back cos he’ll never find out, but he does find out eventually which puts Marcus and his daughter in a Situation. This is how Silco does business. (Babette knew and didn’t want to find herself in a Situation in the future imo, telling Vi nothing of value, sending Vi away in a way that wouldn’t cast suspicion on herself and wouldn’t tie Vi to the location of her brothel and essentially leading her to Sevika so she could retroactively claim loyalty even if found out.)

In general the eye imagery is often connected to seeing more than others, the third eye and knowledge. All apply to Silco through his ideas of independence and a unified nation that were revolutionary for the Undercity and ahead of its time. Most notable is the moment when he talks to Vander about Zaun, he looks in the distance as tho he can see it in front of him meanwhile others can’t. Here I could also point to other things like him understanding/being right about the Council like ‘I just need to scare them’ and also the thing Silco himself thinks of as a secret knowledge he possesses aka his monster ideology.

Lastly to me the eye in a big way represents his trauma. It’s literally a wound/disability that is the result of the traumatic event in question but metaphorically it also shows how ever since the traumatic event he’s never been able to see the world in a normal way again but that from then on the way he perceives the world is always filtered through the lens of his trauma. And that is the eye that never closes. But I also think it’s very fitting to give him the one bad eye but keep the other eye normal. I’d say it’s a fair assessment of Silco to say he lives with one leg in reality and the other in his delulu land.

And that also creates a nice contrast with Jinx whose designed so that her right eye is covered most times but just by her bang which could symbolize that she has blind spots and that her ability to see reality is obstructed but otherwise her both eyes are normal. But then she reaches her final form with the shimmer eyes, and even tho from a distance it now looks like she has got the bad left eye, in reality both her eyes are ‘trauma eyes’ now and she can’t see reality for what it is anymore.

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

You’re Not So Bad

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song: Little Bit by Lykke Li)

The day is beautiful. All the sorcerers were outside either training, studying, or hanging out. You were training Nobara and Maki. Nobara was taking her break while you had a combat with Maki.

“You’re making me proud, Maki!” you exclaimed happily as you dodged her attacks. Maki continued her stunt, but you counteracted her. “Break time!” Maki groaned and sat down on the ground.

“Sensei! Sensei!” Nobara called. You drank your water as you walked towards her.

“Yes?” Her eyes glanced to the right. You looked over and saw Nanami and Gojo walking. “Nobara, your break’s over.”

“But I have five minutes left! You’re just heated because of Nanami-san.”

“At least he’s not an idiot unlike Gojo sensei,” Maki commented and took a quick glance with her eyes. “He’s looking at you, sensei.” They watched your cheeks turn a slight pink and the girls couldn’t help but smirk.

“Come on, sensei. What’s holding you back?” Nobara asked. You crossed your arms.

“Because he looks like the type of guy who thinks he’s better than everyone. Mister. Stoic. He seems so uptight too. Probably mean,” you said.

“Uhhh have you even interacted with him?” Nobara asked.

“Nope.” Nobara and Maki looked at each with a sweat-drop look. “I’m cutting the training short. I promise to give you two another training session soon.”

“Uh, o-okay!” Nobara said. Maki just sighed and sat down. The two girls started talking until they heard Gojo calling for them. They looked up and Nobara waved at her sensei.

“Why’d she leave?” Gojo asked. Nobara and Maki looked at each other then back at Gojo and then shrugged.

“Nanami-san, are you okay?” Nobara asked. Nanami was looking far ahead behind the two girls, watching your figure leave the area.

“Yeah,” he answered. “It’s like she hates me.”

“So you did see her look at you and walk away,” Maki said. Nanami nodded, fixing the glasses on his face.

“Funny how she says she hates you but blushes when you’re mentioned,” Nobara said.

“Oooh what about me?” Gojo asked.

“You weren’t even mentioned,” Maki said as she crossed her arms. “As if she would like someone like you.”

“Ouch, that hurts,” he dramatically said, clenching on to his chest.

“She blushed?” Nanami asked curiously with a raised eye brow. Nobara nodded.

“It was cute. Maki-san, wanna get some food?” Maki nodded.

“Do-Do you know where she went?” Nanami asked before the two girls left. Maki shrugged her shoulders and looked at Nobara.

“Mmmm probably with Ieiri-san,” she answered. “Or the library.”

“Thank you,” Nanami said and went ahead. Gojo watched him with a smile.

“Does Nanami-san like her too?” Gojo smiled. With that question, his long unanswered question about your feelings towards Nanami has been answered.

“I KNEW SHE DID!” Gojo exclaimed. “But, I think so.”

Nanami saw Shoko alone. She told him to head to the library if he was looking for you. Nanami thanked her and rushed to the library. He was relieved to see you reading. He could tell you were pretending to not notice him.

“For some reason you hate me. I want to know your reasons,” he said. He watched your head turn to hide your face. He slightly smirked at your flushed cheeks. When you glanced at him and saw the smirk, it started irritating you.

“See?! That’s why,” you said. “You have that arrogant look to you. You got that ‘I’m better than everyone’ type of vibe.” Nanami raised an eyebrow.

“You sure you aren’t talking about Gojo-san?”

“I’m sure.” Nanami chuckled. He pulled out the chair in front of you and sat down, his legs crossed and right arm leaning on the back of the chair.

“I’m the total opposite of Gojo-san.”

“You don’t seem like it. Being a little too playful right now. I can hear it in your tone.” Nanami chuckled again, leaning forward against the table.

“You make it easy to be playful around,” he said. “And it says a lot for me. Because I like looking like an arrogant stoic, asshole.” You blushed. You remember calling him that to yourself a couple of weeks ago.

“You’re too observant,” you mumbled.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said.

“Hey, I’m not your sweetheart or anything,” you said as you crossed your arms and legs.

“Says the one with the blushing face,” he said. “I think I know what I need to do now.” Nanami stood up and pushed the chair back in. “But to be honest, I don’t know what came over me. But, I’m glad I got the chance to converse with you like this. I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” You blushed again as you watch Nanami leave the library.

Nanami closed the door and leaned back against it. He took a couple of deep breaths while placing his hand on his beating chest. ‘I can’t believe I spoke to her like that,’ he thought. He thought of so many ways to approach and say to you. He could think of different conversational scenarios but not this one.

He knew that you weren’t a big fan of him which only hindered him. And after hearing you call him an arrogant stoic asshole, Nanami really wanted you to know him. Knowing that you blush because of him gave him a boost of confidence. And with the way you act around him, he couldn’t help but remain playful-like to you.

You watched Nanami open doors for you, pull out your chairs, and make sure you’re in the inside of the sidewalk when you two are together.

“Are you…Do you…” you paused. You wanted to spend some time in the city and go shopping. You didn’t feel like being by yourself and the only one who is free is Nanami. “I’m going to the city.” Nanami smiled and nodded. He walked side by side with you, doing every gentleman act towards you.

“What’s the plan?” he asked curiously.

“I just want to shop.” You looked around the shops and Nanami observed. He watched you go towards certain items, paid attention to the details they have to have a clue on what you’re interested in. You pulled out a beige colored sweater dress with a loose turtle neck.

“That would look beautiful on you,” he said. You blushed.

“You think so?” you asked.

“Try it on,” he said and looked around. He walked over to the stacks of belts and pulled out a brown one. “Here, wear this if it’s baggy on you. And…” He found matching leg warmers. “I think this would go well. You have boots at home right?” You were speechless.

“I—okay.”

Everyday you were proven wrong about Nanami. And you can admit, you definitely don’t hate him. He’s not an arrogant asshole. But the stoic comment remains. But you hate how he makes you feel flustered all the time.

“Here,” he said as he handed you a small bag as he put a small piece of paper in his pocket.

“What is it?” you asked curiously while looking inside the bag. You found a golden chain bracelet. “Oh that’s cute. You didn’t have to buy me this.”

“I didn’t mind it,” he replied, his voice a little quieter.

“Can you help me put it on?” Nanami nodded and you handed him the bracelet. He unclasped the bracelet and wrapped it around your wrist, clasping it shut. “Th-Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. “Give me your bags.” Before you could answer, he took the three large shopping bags from your hands. “Do you want dinner?”

“I’m not opposed to it,” you said. Nanami reached for your hand. He waited for your resistance but when you held his hand tighter, he intertwined his fingers with yours, leading you to an all you can bbq restaurant. “Can we stop at the bookstore?”

“Of course.”

“And you’re going to walk me home.”

“I wasn’t going to let you walk home alone.” You couldn’t help but let a smile out. Nanami flipped the meat on the grill. “Fine. I take back what I said and think about you. You’re just stoic.” Nanami lightly laughed. “You’re a gentleman and very sweet. Too sweet probably.”

“Sweet enough to take you out on an official date soon?”

“This weekend.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” You couldn’t help but smile at your new favorite nickname.

[skotchtapeowner]

Ok frens, I have some thoughts regarding episode 77 (latest free ep) so obvious spoilers ahead

Also, this isint me hopping on the Annabel hate train, I love her to the end of time, and I want to see her character be as morally grey as possible because that’s what makes her that much more compelling;

So a lot of people think that the wallening happened because Monty Will and Ada originally wanted to put Lenore in the wall first, but then Annabel stepped in and volunteered Duke (it coudnt have been anyone else) instead to protect Lenore. That in itself is very interesting but what I would find way more intriguing is if it really was Annabel’s plan all along…

Putting lenore in a wall benefits no one, monty likes toying with her and torturing her, so getting rid of her this early on would kinda ruin his fun, I still feel like deep down, ada still really likes lenore and the Annabel wouldn’t volunteer her for obvious reasons.

So then why put duke in the wall in the first place? Well as shitty as it sounds, duke disappearance benefits Monty and Annabel the most, Monty gets his room to himself and gets to get rid of Lenore right hand man, essentially being a way to torment Lenore, and Annabel gets to get rid of Lenore’s main distraction, since Lenore is messing up Annabel’s plan to protect her friends (she could also be a lil jealous of duke getting all her attention as well)

I also find the crime to be wayyyy too specific and complexe for it to have been purely Monty will and Adas idea, Annabel is a strategist after all, and it’s kinda the perfect plan to get rid of someone in these circumstances. If duke dies, he’s in a fuckin wall with no chance to escape, and dying in Nevermore means you get orbed. Assuming your orbed soul spawns where your body was when you died, dukes orb would be stuck in the wall with no way out and no way to be found. It’s litteraly impossible to find duke. If Annabel didint have anything to do with the original plan, I think Monty and co woudve just killed him and buried him somewhere, but that woudve left a trail that could be easily traced, and hi orb could’ve been free.

The question remains, are we really gonna hate Annabel for doing what she thinks is best to save her lover? She said it herself that she sees everyone around her as pieces to her game, so this isint a deceiving move on her part, at least for us the readers. And again, this all happened before the widows watch, so Annabel didint know yet just how far Lenore would go for her friends, if she knew this information before then she might not have done what she did. And of course the method at which dukes dissappearance is mega cruel, but we can’t forget that Monty is also a there and clearly had an influence on how he wanted things to happen.

Annabel being the one behind it all is ti me the most plausible and the most interesting story line, for the angst the drama and eventually the reconciliation (lennabel are endgame after all so them getting back together is inevitable).

No hate to this theory but if annabel was just protecting Lenore, and volunteered duke in her place, I find that it’s kinda a cop out, if you’re gonna make her villainous, might as well go all out right?

We also can’t forget that this is a one for all hunger games style story, people are going to be trying to kill each other left and right since there’s only one life, and we shouldn’t expect everyone to be all friendship first or whatever.

To me, morally grey/ corrupted characters are waaayyy more interesting m, and that’s litteraly the nature of Annabel’s character, just how far would she go to get her and Lenore out of nevermore? This series dosent pull any punches when it comes to morality, and that’s why I love it so so so so much, it’s brilliant story telling!

And then personally for me, my two favorite characters are Annabel and duke so this whole scenario is ripping me apart and I love it ✨

(Also, i wouldn’t be mad at all if I’m wrong and she did in fact do a wall swap, both possibilities are interesting!)

[filmbyjy]

COLLIE DUTY

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

FOUR - she’s a cute one [written + pictures]

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WARNINGS: none :)

ah yes, who knew you’d spend the afternoon of your work day walking down to jake’s expensive ass mansion. no seriously, jake was loaded with money.

oh sorry, I meant Mr.Sim was loaded with money. as you can tell, he is your boss and CEO of the company. you never bothered to ever address him by Mr.Sim though. why? simply because the both of you are the same age. it truly was a funny story on how you landed this job. being his secretary.

-

you remember the day where you bumped into him and spilled your coffee onto his shirt. god, you remember scrambling to help him and wipe off the stain off his like $1000 coat. actually, you were already late to like an interview (at his company but you didn’t know he was the CEO)

“it’s alright. you don’t have to apologise.” the man before you says.

“no no, i’m sorry. I spilt coffee on you and your coat. it looks expensive. though I probably can’t afford to buy you a new one, maybe I could pay for dry-cleaning?”

He laughs. No seriously, he laughs at you. He found you sort of cute to think that you could pay for the dry cleaning of his expensive coat. It was a one of a kind coat and there was only one in the world. Specifically tailored for him but you didn’t know and he wasn’t a rich snobby guy.

“It’s really okay. It’s just a little coffee and you were a little clumsy. This happens the most of us. Just be careful next time, alright?”

“But I need to repay you in some way-” he hands you a business card.

“If you feel really bad then maybe you could eventually repay me by getting coffee together.”

You bowed a couple of times to apologise to him and then went straight to the interview. The same one he would attend since he so happens to be looking for a secretary at the time. This stunned the both of you a little when you noticed each other in the room. Jake was even quicker to also announced you would be his new secretary and that caused jay and another staff to look at him in shock.

“What? Is it wrong to want her to be my secretary?” Jake tilts his head.

“Mr.Sim, we barely started the interview.-”

“And? She definitely looks qualified. Maybe a little clumsy but she definitely can get it after a couple of times.”

“Sir-” jay stops the other staff.

“Alright then Mr.Sim, if you wanna do it. Go ahead.”

The memories…and now here you are. watching Layla running around with a tennis ball in her mouth. she places it on the ground in front of you and nudges you to throw it. you were surprised she warmed up to you instantly because you heard it took a while for jay to even convince her to eat the food he placed on her bowl.

you threw the ball and Layla runs over to grab it. she barks and happily catches it. she then runs over to where you were and flopped in front of you. she rolls over so her belly was exposed. you gave her a good belly rub and she enjoys it. maybe this wasn’t so bad, layla was a good dog so she definitely would be obedient with you. now, all you had to focus on was getting some actual work done.

you were still jake’s secretary after all. hence, you took out jake’s iPad and went to fix up his schedule for tomorrow. you scanned through and added everything important, called to make sure the clients would actually be present in the next week’s meeting. you just continued working. then, a message pops up.

it was jake, asking if he could see a picture of layla. you happily snapped a picture. however, you quickly realised what you had just sent after texting him that picture was just creating more work for yourself and now you were screwed.

a/n: rip you. I am also hoping that the pictures and texts don’t mess up bc the last time I did it, I could not edit the chapter and it wouldn’t save😵‍💫

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celebration

din djarin x f! reader summary: din finds out it’s your birthday. notes: pure fluff, maybe a little suggestive at the end word count: 1.9k

“Where’re we off to this time, Mando?” you asked as he returned to the Razor Crest, a tracking puck in hand. The Child squealed upon his arrival, wiggling in your arms and reaching for his father. You chuckled softly and handed him off to Mando.

“Naboo,” he replied, holding the Child on his hip. “The quarry’s stolen from some powerful people.” The puck projected an image of a slight woman, hair long and lank, and her eyes sunken in. “Darmari Gilvale.”

“Let’s head off then!” Mando nodded and you two made your way to the cockpit. He strapped the kid into his seat behind the two of you, and you settled into the co-pilot seat.

The stars whirled past you as you flew through the galaxy. Luckily, Naboo wasn’t terribly far — no need for hyperdrive. As you cruised along, Mando asked, “Are you excited to go back?”

You can’t believe he remembered. You had mentioned it in passing that you lived in Naboo for a while before you had made your way to Tatooine, where Mando had met you while you worked with Peli. “Yeah,” you replied, smiling at him. “It’ll be great to feel a planet with moisture.”

You heard him let out a breathy laugh through the vocoder and you felt your cheeks heat a little. You weren’t really sure when you had started falling for Mando. You hadn’t even seen his face, for Maker’s sake, but it didn’t matter. You knew who he was — reliable, sturdy, and kind, something few people in the universe really were. You knew how you felt, but unfortunately, you never knew what he was thinking or what to make of moments that seemed like they held some meaning. Little, lingering touches, when he looked at you from behind his helmet for a moment longer.

You landed in Naboo rather quickly, stopping in one of the open, grassy fields just outside the city you had once lived in. As you exited the ship, the Child in your arms, you sucked in a greedy breath of air. Naboo always smelled so fresh and clean, perpetually breezy and temperate, a nice contrast from arid Tatooine.

On every planet you stopped in, you liked to stretch your legs before Mando had you go back inside so you and the Child would be safe while he went after a quarry. “How long do you think it’ll take?” you asked.

“Not long,” he answered. “Said she headed into the forests here, so it shouldn’t be too difficult. I’ll probably be back before sundown.”

“Stay safe, Mando.” He nodded and went to head off into the forest ahead of him when you both heard a loud rumble. Mando glanced back at you, and you stared down at the kid. How could someone so tiny produce that big a sound?

“Someone’s hungry,” you said and Mando nodded. “Let’s go into the city, get a quick bite to eat, and then you can hunt the quarry.” With another nod, the three of you turned in the other direction and made your way to the city.

The city was just as you remembered, lively and bustling. You pointed right and said, “There’s a nice cantina there that serves good bone broth.”

“Sounds perfect,” Mando said, taking the lead this time. The cantina was buzzing with conversation, patrons chatting over drinks and warm meals. There was a lull when you all stepped inside, customers turning to gawk at the Mandalorian. As you settled into a table, people seemed to lose interest as they resumed whatever they were doing beforehand. You lifted the Child from his pram, situating him between you and Mando. You pet the top of the Child’s head as he stood on the seat, straining to see over the tabletop.

You heard someone call your name, and you grinned when you saw Celgra approaching you, hands on her hips. “As I live and breathe,” she said, beaming at you. “Haven’t seen or heard from you since you took off for Tatooine!”

“Sorry, things have been a little hectic.”

She waved you off. “I get it, don’t worry.” Celgra noticed Mando and the Child and she raised an eyebrow at you, half-questioning, half-suggestive. “Who’re these fine folk? Your husband and kid?”

“No, no!” you replied quickly, glancing at Mando who was staring straight at you. “No, this Mando and that’s the Child — they’ve been my traveling companions.”

“I see,” Celgra said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Mando just nodded and she turned her attention to the Child. He smiled and cooed at her, and she said, “Well, aren’t you just the cutest thing? Need a highchair for him?”

“Actually,” you said, “that would be great.”

“Let me first take your orders and then I’ll get to it.”

You ordered one of their salads and Mando got some bone broth for the Child. “Nothing for you?” Celgra asked Mando and he shook his head.

“Can we also get some broth to go?”

“Of course!” Celgra chirped, “I’ll be back with that highchair.”

She turned to leave and then she seemed to remember something, adding, “I almost forgot — happy birthday!”

You laughed a little, “Can’t believe you remember that.”

“Mind like a steel trap,” she said with a wink and she went off to go get your orders and the chair.

Mando turned to you. “You didn’t tell me it was your birthday.”

“It’s not important,” you said. “Seriously, I haven’t celebrated it in forever.” It was true. When you left Naboo and went to Tatooine, you never brought up your birthday to Peli. You weren’t lying when you said it wasn’t super important to you — it was just a marker of time, like any other day.

Still, Mando seemed almost… guilty that he didn’t say anything. “If I’d known…”

“Mando.” You reached across the table and placed your hand over his. His helmet followed the gesture. “I’m totally okay. Really.”

He didn’t seem quite convinced, but he dropped the subject for now as Celgra returned with the highchair. You strapped the Child into it, and he seemed satisfied now being able to see the whole cantina.

“Happy birthday,” Mando said, and your heart fluttered a little.

You offered him a soft smile. “Thanks, Mando.”

Celgra came back shortly after with your orders, handing you a baggie with a container of broth in it. You and the Child finished your food, and your little group made your way back to the Crest. “Stay safe,” you told Mando again as you started to head into the Crest.

“I’ll do my best,” he said and you startled a little. He never really replied to your request, only giving you nods. You watched him turn and head towards the forest, trying and failing to not admire the broad expanse of his back or the self-assured swagger to his walk.

The Child giggled in your arms, staring up at you as if he knew what you were thinking, and you gave him a playful frown. “Hush.”

Evening had arrived, and there was still no sign of the Mandalorian. As you and the Child munched on some rations stored in the ship, the take-out bone broth you had gotten Mando sitting untouched in his seat, you glanced anxiously out of the Crest’s front window. He said he’d be back by sundown; your detour into the city’s cantina hadn’t been long, so where was he?

Another fifteen minutes went by and you were pacing the cockpit, chewing on your lip and rambling to the Child, who — from the furrow of his little brow — seemed equally concerned. “He’s totally fine, right?” you asked. “He said it would be an easy job, so maybe he just got lost?” The Child gave you a slow blink and you sighed, “You’re right that doesn’t seem very Mando-like, does it?” You looked out the window again, the sky hued in indigo and fading sunset orange. “Dank farrik.”

The whoosh of the door to the Crest sounded and you glanced at the Child. It could be Mando, or it could be some intruder. It wouldn’t be the first time some had tried to ambush you here. Grabbing your blaster, you crept out of the cockpit and into the hull. Taking careful, deliberate steps, you made your way towards the door.

Relief flooded you as you saw Mando dragging the unconscious quarry behind him, hauling her towards the carbonite freezer. He stuffed her in, freezing her in the block. There was something in his other hand that you couldn’t make out.

He finally turned to see you, looking at the blaster in your hand. “Were you going to shoot me with that?” he asked, sounding mildly amused.

“Didn’t know who was coming into the ship.”

He nodded and you took a deep breath. “Where were you?” you asked, finally letting your frustration and worry out. “I— we were so worried about you! You said that this wasn’t going to go beyond sundown and yet here we are, and it’s evening! Kriff, Mando, what hap—”

He lifted up the unidentified object in his hand, and replied quietly, “I went back into the city.”

You gawked at him. “With the quarry?”

He snorted, “No, left her knocked out and tied to a tree at the edge of the forest.”

You blinked at him and decided to ask, “Why’d you go back?”

He motioned for you to step into the cockpit, where the Child had managed to pull himself up into Mando’s pilot seat, trying to break open the container of bone broth. “Hey,” you chided, picking him up despite his squirming and wiggling, “that’s for your dad, bud.”

“You got that for me?”

You nodded. “Since you can’t take off your helmet, I just thought…”

You wondered if he was smiling at you when he said, “Thank you. I appreciate that.” Then, he handed you the bag. “It’s for you.”

You tilted your head curiously, opening up the bag to find two small boxes. You took out the bigger of the two parcels and opened it, staring down at the small cake that had ‘Happy Birthday’ written out in icing on it. “Mando,” you said softly, “you didn’t have to.”

“I know. I wanted to.” He motioned to the small box. “That’s for your birthday too.”

“Mando…” You opened it up, gaping at the opalescent pendant winking back at you. You looked at him. “This is… this is so thoughtful.” You weighed the necklace in your hand and stood, placing the cake on your seat behind you.

You drew the necklace up to your throat, and then Mando said, “Let me.” He took it gently from you and moved behind you. His fingers, gloveless, brushed against your nape and you shivered involuntarily. When had he taken them off? You had seen Mando’s hands bare only once before, and you were never quite able to shake the image of them — big and square, long tapered fingers, golden skin. They were strong and reliable, just like your Mando.

You gulped as he secured the delicate clasp, feeling the cool press of the pendant against your clavicle. He didn’t move as you slowly turned to face him, staring up at his helmet. “Mando…” you breathed out.

“Din,” he said softly. “My name is Din.”

“Din.” You savored the single syllable on your tongue.

He rested the forehead of his helmet against your own and murmured out, “Briikase gote'tuur, cyar’ika.”

Translations: Briikase gote'tuur — happy birthday Cyar’ika — darling, sweetheart

[darklydeliciousdesires]

La Dolce Vita - John Shelby/Cosima Changretta (OFC).

So, I decided to begin this new little series of mine, besties. It shan't be delivered in regular chapter form, but a series of one-shot parts that will tell the story of John and Cosima's marriage, beginning from their wedding day. I hope you enjoy it :)

Words - 3,682

Warnings - Each part will be adult only content, from swearing to eventual smut and violence. Minors DNI.

Part I - Inferno

The blood of a thousand men could stain a thousand streets, cold, hard warfare spinning out of control in a haze of spatter and gunpowder, yet sometimes all it took was the presence of a woman to end it all. 

And it had.  

It didn’t mean the woman in question had to like it, though. 

“No.” The word fell from his lips with mild irritation as he took in the sight before him. “You will not wear black.” 

Cosima didn’t even attempt to hide her distain. “Why not? This is a death, after all.” 

Luca couldn’t help but feel entertained by her words, even though she was rapidly whittling him down to his very last nerve. “You are so dramatic, la mia sorellina.” She always had been. “It’s about time you were somebody’s wife, and you will make a good wife, too. Every man betrothed to an Italian woman should recognise how damned lucky he is.”  

“And me?” Her cadence rose sharply, her voice bordering on shrill. “What about me, Luca?” 

9:23am and already, he wished he’d had the sense to bring some aspirin with him. “You will do as you are told, Sima. And wear white while you do it.”  

The silky drawl of her brother never rose beyond the smooth hush he spoke with, but his words packed the same punch as they would have had he yelled them. He was also the only person alive who she allowed to shorten her name. People had called her Cos in school, swiftly ending up with a slapped face for it. Her Italian fire had been lit pretty much since the day she’d been born. “I wish I’d brought mama with me now.” 

His lip curled, a soft rumble of a laugh echoing his throat, sucking on the matchstick he pulled from between his lips as he pointed it at her. “We both know why you didn’t.” 

“Yes,” she chirped, admiring her reflection in the mirror, “you’re paying.”  

Again, she prompted his smile. Few did, really, save Anna Maria, his wife, as well as his sons, Joey and Guiseppe. “I am, cara mia. Listen, if you want the black dress, I’ll buy it for you. You won’t be married in it, though. Imagine if mama was here, eh? She’d be, ah, much more vocal than I about it.” 

This was true. Audrey would have taken over rather than sitting quietly like Luca. “I’m beginning to think she’d fuss much less than you.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Try on the next dress, for the love of god.”  

Huffing and cussing in their native tongue, Cosima flounced back behind the privacy screen, getting herself out of the dress, the nearby assistant helping her into the white lace gown. Her face was a picture of utter contempt upon emerging, raising her middle finger when Luca quietly applauded her appearance. 

“Perfect.” 

“I fucking hate it,” she sneered, the assistant’s eyes bulging a little at her coarse language. 

“Cosima, you would hate even the most exquisite of gowns, crafted by the finest of designers,” he pointed out, standing and walking to her slowly. He reached beneath her chin, raising it up, placing a little kiss upon her forehead. “You look beautiful. La belladonna. It is done.”  

His word was final, and she knew this well. It did not mean she had to be quiet or graceful in her compliance, though. Being wed to a Shelby, after all they had done, the war that had seen the deaths of both her treasured brother and beloved papa, was not a fate she relished in.  

Negotiations in order to cease the bloodshed and forge ahead in a new bond, running Shelby gin into New York with the assistance of her family and their connections had been sealed by a proposed joining of their families through marriage. Her marriage, to John Shelby.  

How she had screamed and complained when Luca had informed her of this truce sealing union. Glasses and ornaments had been smashed in tempestuous fury, Cosima’s ire reaching the kind of decibels that had taken Luca and Audrey much effort and nips of gin to quieten, the youngest of the Changretta clan storming from her mother’s home, walking the streets, chain smoking in blind fury.  

The only silver lining? At least Luca had not decreed that she marry the man who had killed her father, not that she actually could. For his sins, Arthur Shelby breathed no longer. Neither did Grace Shelby, nor Esme Shelby, the late wife of the man soon to be her husband, the gypsy beauty getting in the way of a hit meant for John on Christmas Day and lamentably not surviving it.  

And Cosima thought her hand dealt was bad. For John, it was decidedly bleaker by far.  

His brother was gone, his wife was gone, his sister-in-law was gone, and his fate was now bound to a person belonging to a family whom he couldn’t stand with any ounce of tolerance. Tolerance was what he had to show, though, in order to keep relations smoothed over, before anybody else ended up dead.  

“It’s a fresh start for us all, John boy,” Tommy began, standing in front of his brother, straightening his tie. “I don’t expect you to be happy about it, but...” 

“Good, ‘cos I ain’t,” he cut in with, his jaw tightening, refusing to meet his brother’s eye. “Esme is barely fucking cold, and you’ve got me marrying some wop bitch. Trust me, Tom. I ain’t fucking happy in the slightest.”   

The elder Shelby truly had no comeback for that. He knew his actions were a slap in the face to John, to Arthur, to Esme and to the love of his life, but there was no other way around it. He didn’t plan on losing anybody else to a war that could be negotiated through. It had been tough to bargain, but peace had been restored finally, Tommy reasoning that scores had been settled upon both sides of the divide.  

They were more than even. In fact, they truly weren’t, two lives on the Changretta side, three on the Shelby, two innocent women coming into the crossfire and dying because of it. He was not prepared to lose more. If he could also turn a very tidy profit while not losing more, then so be it.  

Finally, he managed to catch the icy stare of his brother, Tommy squeezing his shoulders. “Give it time. At least you’re getting wed to an attractive woman. Could have matched you to a right scrag, but I didn’t.” 

She could have been the queen of fucking Sheba for all John cared. Her beauty or lack thereof was neither here nor there. She wasn’t Esme, and that was all there was to it. “Gotta habit of this, you have, marrying me off to some bird I ain’t ever clapped eyes on until I get to the altar, all for the sake of keeping the peace.”  

There hadn’t been an actual altar at his wedding to Esme, but this time there was no room for negotiation. The priest local to the district Cosima Changretta lived in had been given a hefty bung to marry them, regardless of the fact that John was a non-practising Catholic. Usually, Father David would have required he at least attend weekly mass for a few months prior to the wedding, but this wasn’t possible when the union had been set up to take place within the space of a week from its original incarnation. 

Through his disesteem, John wasn’t blind to see the benefits of joining the families in order to broker peace, though. He just wished there was some other way, one that didn’t involve him forsaking his late wife’s memory, or literally getting into bed with a member of the very family who had taken three members of his. 

With a red rose buttonhole pinned to his charcoal suit – those specific flowers at Cosima’s request – they headed out to the waiting car, ready to be ferried across Birmingham to the district of Bournville, to St Francis of Assisi. 

“Holy shit, the waft of that bloody chocolate," Polly spoke from the back of the car, the famous Cadbury factory emitting the heady scent of it’s delicious confectionary. “Making my mouth water, it is.” 

“Well, as long as the air smells like Dairy fucking Milk, all’s right as rain, ain’t it, Pol?” John muttered, watching the little black and white houses dotted along the main road pass them by. It was such a different landscape than the one he was used to, the village of Bournville so very picturesque and quaint.  

Polly tutted. “Oi, less of your fucking lip, our John. Don’t make today any harder than it has to be by being a surly shit about it.”  

“Yeah, but...”  

She cut his protests dead with her usual blunt retort. “We know, for the love of god! You’ve vented your spleen so hard at this, I’m surprised you have one left! This isn’t ideal, but it’ll bring us peace and let me rest my fucking head easy at night, not worrying when the next of my fucking nephew’s is going to end up riddled with bullet holes. Now, put your fucking face straight. We’re nearly there.”  

He could have begun his protests once more, vented at how it wasn’t right that he was being thrown into wedlock again just four months after his second wife had died, how at thirty years old, he shouldn’t have already had to attend the funerals of two Mrs. Shelby’s, but he knew it would serve him little good.  

Arriving at the church, they made their way inside, John surprised to be greeted kindly by Audrey Changretta, who was standing talking to the verger.  

“A lot of water has gone under the bridge, John. All I want going forward is for you to be a good man to my Cosima. Can you do that for me, love?” 

His heartstrings were yanked upon hard, knowing how much his actions had devastated her. She looked weary from it all, the sparkle in her eyes non-existent. He’d never wanted her to be hurt in all of this, the teacher he held so many fond memories of, the woman he had steadfastly refused to murder in cold blood. “I can. I promise I will.”  

She patted his cheek, smiling thinly. That smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and for that he couldn’t blame her. “Thank you.” She exchanged nods with Polly and Tommy, the Shelby’s moving into the church, smiling to their family and friends as they passed the pews, the Changretta presence outnumbering them by about two to one.  

He and Tommy stood to the side of the altar, Polly taking a seat at the first pew between Finn and Ada, the latter giving the groom-to-be a bolstering smile. It had little of its desired effect, John feeling a cold swirl of discomfort growing chillier by the moment. “Forgive me, Esme. I fucking wish this weren’t happening just as much as I wish you were still here, love.”  

His deeply lamenting thoughts were banished by the sound of the organ keys pressed upon, the church filling with music as the congregation stood, Father David quickly shaking both his and Tommy’s hands before his focus shifted towards the doors, beaming as he watched Cosima escorted in by her brother. The bride looked exquisite in her white lace gown, her cascading veil shrouding her face, the dress very quintessentially Italian in fashion. 

John didn’t dare turn around and watch her walk to him, only aware of her arrival at his side from the strong plume of Chanel perfume entering his nose, finally turning to see Luca gently lift her veil, kissing her cheek and whispering a few words in Italian to her. He then moved to John, surprising him by offering his hand.  

“To famiglia, eh?” 

“Yeah,” he coughed, shaking it. The Italian’s grip was like Iron, his face unflinching. There was no true warmth there. “To family.”  

Luca moved to sit at his mother’s side, John finally letting his eyes fall to his left, taking her in for the first time. His throat tightened in an instant. He’d thought Esme to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, the guilt of the fact that Cosima Changretta was the biggest knockout he’d ever witnessed hitting him hard.  

As for his soon to be wife, when her piercing blue eyes found his, the sensation of her heart skipping on three consecutive beats made her feel a little nauseous for a moment.  

He was gorgeous.  

Why did he have to be gorgeous? It would have made hating him so much easier if he’d been ugly.  

“At least I will have something nice to look at, while I’m throwing plates at his head.” She thought, turning to the priest and smiling as best she could, given the circumstances.  

The ceremony was a long, tedious affair, the bride wishing for a traditional mass that bored the balls off John. He did well to hide it, though. What he failed miserably at was looking in any way, shape or form happy when they were pronounced man and wife, offering her a chaste kiss to the cheek, a speedy peck of non-affection. Cosima was relieved he hadn’t leaned to her mouth. She wasn’t ready for that yet.  

Taking his arm, she walked back down the aisle as the newest member of the Shelby family, her eyes sad as she looked at her mother and brother. They smiled at her with loving pride, Cosima dropping her chin, lest they see the tears in her eyes as she walked alongside her new husband, a man she couldn’t stand. True, she knew nothing of John Shelby, other than what he’d had a hand in taking from her.  

With every step, she had to physically prevent herself from gathering the bridal lace swathing her slender curves and running, back to Acacia Road, back to the family home. This was where she desired to be, out in the flower filled back garden tending to her roses, taking cuttings of herbs ready to be brought into the kitchen and tutored by her darling mother in everything from Carbonara to baked Ziti. 

She longed for the scents of her mother’s pasta, to hear her father’s key in the door, his whistled tunes filling the homestead as she’d wipe her hands upon her apron and run to greet him. Her papa, the man she loved and respected the very most. Gone.  

“You erm, you look beautiful, Cosima.”  

His face did not match his compliment, Cosima looking up at her new husband, her face stony. “I know. Shame my dream wedding didn’t come with the dream groom, though.”  

John sniffed, his eyebrow tilting a fraction. “Ahh, you might still get it yet. We can get divorced and give it another go with other people. Who knows? I could nail it lucky the fourth time around.” 

Her eyes widened. “You’ve been married twice before?”  

“Ar.” 

“And what the blinking hell happened to them?” she demanded, wondering just what her brother had gotten her into, marrying her off to a man who was on his third wife. 

“They died, if you must know,” he frowned, reaching the end of the aisle, the door opening, a cascade of confetti hurled at them from the throng of guests exiting behind them. 

“Lucky them.” Her mutter was drowned out by the sound of happy cheers, or at least she thought it had been. Her new husband had heard it, though, wanting nothing more than to slap her in her rude mouth for her coldly delivered statement. 

“Great, got myself hitched to a stunner and she’s a right nasty little mare.” he spoke, certainly loud enough for her to hear, releasing the hold upon her arm and moving to receive congratulations from his family. Cosima narrowed her eyes at him in his wake, turning to smile brightly at her friends, her hands taken in theirs, cheeks kissed, her heart thrumming with waves of sadness. A right nasty little mare. That’s what he thought of her, Cosima’s indignance burning brightly for a while, not able to reflect upon the fact that what she’d said had indeed been very spiteful.  

At twenty-three, she truly should have known better. With two dead wives behind him and a bitterness that still lingered beneath the surface between the two families, she guessed he was likely as thrilled to be married to her as she was to him. An apology perhaps wouldn’t go amiss.  

Once they’d posed for a few photographs, the bride and groom were shown to the waiting Rolls Royce Silver Cloud, John holding the door open for her, following her in and staring stonily out of the window as they pulled away from the church.  

She felt awkward and ashamed of her words, moving her thumb back and forth over one of the large thorns the florist had neglected to remove from the bouquet of red roses. “John, I apologise for what I said, about your late wives being lucky. I only meant that... I don’t know what I meant, actually.” 

She was met by a cold, two worded statement. “Fuck off.”  

Deserved, to be fair. Predictably, Cosima let it spark at her kindling rather than rushing for water, though. “That’s impossible, now I’m your wife. Don’t bloody pout at me. I said something regrettable, but because of your family I don’t have Angel or my father any longer. You yourself are directly responsible for the former. If you hadn’t beaten him within an inch of his life, he wouldn’t have lay vulnerable in hospital, ripe for the plucking. And let’s not forget that scumbag of a brother of yours, who killed my papa.” 

He tutted, chewing his toothpick with hostility. “Don’t act like you’re the only one who lost somebody you loved. Fucking gone right over your head, ain’t it? Because of your family, I lost me wife, brother and sister-in-law. We’re in the same boat, Cosima.” 

“You started all of this. You could have just let Lizzie be happy with Angel, but no! You had to burn his restaurant to the fucking ground. What is it you dumb Shelby fucks say, hmm? By order of the Peaky Blinders, that’s it! Your way or the highway!” 

Bile began licking at his insides. “Your brother weren’t good enough for Lizzie. She’s a good woman, and he was a fucking duplicitous shit. Didn’t even have the balls to use his real name for half his dealings. At least we stand by who we fucking are.” 

Her rage escalated by the second, staring at him incredulously. “My brother had the sense to be clandestine, and you will not speak of him like you knew him! So, he partnered with your enemies, so fucking what? The way you Shelby’s conduct yourself, you make enemies left and fucking right! You took my family away from me for nothing. Nothing!” 

John eyed her viciously, his eyes losing any trace of warmth. “They fucking deserved it, and you, you spoiled little wop bitch? You deserve nothing less than every fucking ounce of my contempt. We’re married in name only, believe me. Ain’t no way I’m gonna be a good husband to you, no matter what I promised your mom.” 

“Fine by me!”  

The air virtually crackled with their mutual distain, Cosima shuffling as far as she could get away from him, muttering cusses in Italian. 

“I know what testa di cazzo means,” he spat. 

“Good!” she fumed, “I want you to know I think you’re a dickhead!” 

The reception was being held at a small hotel local to the church, Cosima storming out of the car and not looking back, fixing a huge, fake smile to her face as she was welcomed by the staff. Immediately, her eyes locked onto a waiter carrying a tray of champagne filled flutes, taking one and knocking it back. A second was reached for, John arriving at her side.  

“Whiskey please, mate. Fucking large one.” 

The waiter nodded. “At once, sir.”  

They stood together to welcome their guests, both repelled by one another’s presence, going through the motions of everything. Cake cutting, first dance, spending as much time as they could away from one another. It was while John was seeking the solace of quiet and fresh night air much later that evening, standing on the rear patio of the hotel smoking a cigar, that he found himself joined by the last person he expected. 

“Can I give you some advice, John?” 

Turning to Luca, he raised an eyebrow, the tall Italian continuing. “If you want a quiet life with my sister, you need to keep her in the lifestyle she’s become accustomed to. I love that girl to her bones, but she’s a fucking spoiled princess.” 

His eyes widened. “You can say that again.” 

Luca’s mouth twitched, removing the toothpick he’d been idly chewing on. “My father bent to her every whim, being his only daughter. She was daddy’s little girl. Roses, diamonds, furs, French perfume, she loves all of that. You treat her good and she’ll be sweet with you. And make sure she has a garden. That kid lives for horticulture.” 

Luckily, he was wealthy enough to provide such luxuries for his new bride, not that he wanted to. Not that she deserved even one of them. “Noted.”  

He nodded, turning to leave his new brother-in-law to it, pausing suddenly as he pointed the toothpick in his grasp at him. “Oh, and John? She’s got a thing for hurling plates. Learn to duck.” Laughing to himself, he carried on back into the hotel, while John felt a prickle of annoyance at his statement, or rather how much pleasure he’d derived from delivering the news that Cosima was nothing short of a bad-tempered handful.  

Standing out there alone, he did hope that one day he might see her as something different. Whether that day would come swiftly or not was anybody’s guess, though. 

[dckweed]

Billy Hargrove x female hopper! reader smut /fluff where the reader is hopper/Joyce’s daughter (Byers /hopper family dynamic) and the reader has been sneaking out at night to get railed by billy. One day hopper is patrolling around lovers lake and the reader and billy are going at it and hopper taps on the window with his flash light telling Hargrove to cut it out but doesn’t know the reader is there, but one day when el, Jonathan, the reader, will, hopper and Joyce are having a family dinner Jonathan keeps poking fun at the reader for spotting her with billy in the hallways at school but she says it’s nothing and they continue with dinner. As they finish up Joyce spots bruises (like hand mark shaped bruises which were ovbvi from billy and hers sexual encounters) on the readers neck and she gets worried that billy may have done something to her so asks her what happened thinking the reader got hurt, and the reader keeps telling her it’s nothing and then hopper walks in and sees the bruises too and starts raising his voice so she tells them that no one hurt her and she explains without exposing and they catch on, and hopper realizes that she was the one with billy that night.

okay so i saw this come in and immediately i was actually excited to do this bc i already see it going in my brain, and technically i have one ahead of this and im so so sorry bc i was not expecting this to take me two whole days to write but omg here you go. this definitely has to be one of the longest ones ive ever written and i definitely want to do a part two bc i think it turned out super super good.

let me know what you think bby !!

warnings: minors do not read. sexual plot, choking, bruising, semi-public sex, almost getting caught, please wear condoms, this is purely for fictional pleasure only! Also fluff, angry parents, sibling dynamic! alot of flabbergasted hopper at the end lmao.

anywhore, i present you:

Part Two

' NOT PARENT FRIENDLY ' billy hargrove x female! reader

Now look, you were a good girl okay? You kept your head down, your grades up, you stayed out of trouble, you did the right things, you were co-captain of the Hawkins High Cheer squad, and you were the best big sister you could be to Eleven, who adores you almost more than she adores eggos. But that didn't mean that you didn't know how to be a bad girl, because believe you me, good girls are just bad girls that haven't been caught. Well, that is until tonight however, or almost anyway.

Your father was working the night shift, policing the now oddly quiet town of Hawkins through the evening and into the early morning hours, and you figured it was the perfect time to sneak out and see your boyfriend who was only your boyfriend in secret, which upset you but god you were addicted to him in ways that you didn't even think were possible to become addicted to someone.

In other words, he had you dick whipped. But even besides that, you had been drawn to him. Sure, he was a dick and a half at all hours of the day when he was around people who weren't you, and you knew that that was just a front because he didnt want to look weak around them, he didnt want them to see him the way his father did. It made your heart hurt for him, but you knew he didnt like to talk too much about it, which is why you hardly ever asked and chose to cherish the moments you had alone with him, where he was sweet and loving, almost dorky even.

Billy Hargrove wasn't what people thought he was, and you just wished you could show that to the world some day, but you couldn't. With a sigh you finish brushing your hair and turn to your little sister with a flourish. "What do you think, El?" You ask, looking at her hopefully. You had done the bare minimum of lip gloss, and had slicked your hair back with some barrettes, hoping you looked cute but still innocent enough, something that always manages to drive Billy crazy.

Eleven laid on her bed, reading a book on her stomach as you primped yourself in your shared mirror. "We're not supposed to leave.." She says, looking at you. "But you look pretty..you always look pretty."

"Sweetie, what dad doesn't know won't hurt him." You says, leaning against the dresser for a moment. You knew you were risking alot, you'd never been on your father's bad side before and sure enough this would be the thing that would put you there, but you were willing to risk it, in your teenaged brain it was completely worth the wrath of your father if you got caught. "Can you keep a secret for me?" You ask, just as a car honks from outside. You perk up, that was Billy. You had called him half an hour ago and as usual, he was punctual. "Please, El? I don't get to see him any other time.."

El nods, just as Billy honks a second time and you squeal, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before running through the dark living room and out of the front door.

"About damn ti-" You cut him off mid sentence, giving him a nice long kiss, your hand in his hair. You pull away from him, noticing the slightly dazed look on his face. "What was that for?" He asks, reversing out of the driveway.

You shrug, buckling your seatbelt. "I missed you." Is all you say, giving him a small, happy smile. He says nothing, but places his hand over your thigh, giving it a nice squeeze with his large, warm hands.

Billy wasn't a sweetheart by any means, but he did have is sweet moments, and one of them seemed to have been tonight. He decided that he'd take you on a little dinner date and brought you to your favorite pizza parlor, where he even ordered your favorite pizza for you while you went to the restroom because even though he hated to admit it, he really did know you that well.

You sat across from him, gabbing on about how your day had gone, telling him about how you wanted to sucker punch your co-captain after she had been mean to some of the newer girls on the team, you really hated her some times. He sat and he listened, something that you absolutely loved because you knew that he was actually listening. You looked at him for a moment, your face flushing. "Im sorry, I'm talking to much..you could've just told me to shut up."

Billy looks at you, a small smile on his face. God, he really did like you more than he had planned to. "Nah baby, I love it when you tell me about your day." He says, his voice soft. Billy wasn't usually this quiet of a person, he always has something to say so you knew that something must have been bothering him. The bruise forming on his jawline told you that he must have gotten into it with his dad before he came to get you, it was small, and if you didn't know his face so we'll, you wouldn't have noticed it. "What?"

You shake your head, knowing that he didnt care to talk about his home life, and you didn't like to pry, but you wished you knew how to help in some other way beside getting your dad involved.

"You ready?" He asks, grabbing his leather coat off the chair next to him before grabbing your hand. He has been craving your embrace all day, and he had been looking forward to your call all night.

You nod, following him to the car.

You loved your nights with Billy, infact, some days you even craved them, though you often worried that he used your time together as a way to get his frustrations out about what went on at home, his anger at his dad being vented out during your sexual encounters.

You didnt stop him, you didn't mind the pain, hell it actually made your orgasm all the more better and tonight was no different, though he was alot rougher than he had ever been before.

Once you had gotten to lovers lake he had wasted no time in pushing you to the back seat, giving your ass a smack as you climbed between the front seats, your ass on full display for him.

He was on you in seconds, his mouth kissing yours roughly, his hands gripping you tightly. You pushed his clothes out os the way as easily as you could, your legs spread around him as you pushed his jeans down past his hips, his beautifully thick cock springing free from it's confounds.

You hum appreciatively at the sight, looking up at him as you wrap your hand around it, giving it a nice long stroke. He grinds his hips up into your hand, enjoying the feeling of you touching him. He groaned, his kiss moving from your lips to your jaw line, and down your neck, slowly rising your shirt above your bra as he lets his hands cup one of your breasts, kneading it gently with his fingers. You buck your hips up, rubbing against him at the contact.

You could tell that he was trying to be gentle, sweet even, and you loved the gesture but you knew what he needed, you let go of his cock, taking his face in your hands. He looks at you quizzically, worried almost. You brush your thumb over the still forming bruise, that's harder to see in the dark of his car, and you meet his eyes.

"Fuck me, Billy..whatever you need to do, however you want me..please, baby.." He closes his eyes, a long breath coming from his nostrils.

He opens them again, his hand going up to your hair, running his hand over the top of your head. He knew exactly what you meant, and honestly, without even knowing it, in that moment he had completely fallen head over heels in love with you, because how could he not when you're the only person that had ever seen through him like that? "Are you sure baby? What if I hurt you?" He asks, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to stop, that maybe you wouldnt want him anymore afterwards.

You shake your head, giving him a small smile. "You won't, Billy.." You says, giving his face a light squeeze between your hands. He nods once, his lips lingering over yours in a gentle kiss almost as if to say thank you.

You definitely didn't regret your choice in the moment, and god you were on your way to your third orgasm, his hips snapping into your pelvic bone almost meanly at this point, your leg cocked over his shoulder, damn near unable to breathe with the way he was applying pressure to your neck with both hands, you just knew his fingers were sure to leave lingering marks and fuck if the idea didn't turn you on farther.

You knew he was getting closer to his orgasm because the meaner he got, the harder he choked, the deeper he fucked you and the louder you got, was usually his tell that he was about to fucking explode.

"Good fucking girl, y/n, good fucking girl letting me fuck you so meanly." He grunts out, his hands still gripping your throat, fuck if he wasn't turned on farther by the fucking dumb little blissful smile you wore on your perfectly plump lips in that moment, or by how red and flushed your face was as you stared up at him. He wondered if he had finally fucked your brain to mush. "Such a pretty little whore taking my cock like it's nothi-" The sound of something knocking on the passenger side window interrupted the two of you and Billy stopped immediately.

"It's almost midnight, Hargrove, cut it out and take the poor girl home." You hear your father's voice call from outside, your eyes going wide. Billy is smart enough to cover you with his body, incase the chief happens to look inside. You give a squeak of fear, wondering if the two of you had been officially caught. You bury your face in his chest, squeezing his biceps in the hopes that your father wouldn't recognize your hair if he happened to look inside. He knocks on the window again, and it sounds like he's using his flashlight, you can see the beam cutting through the rear window. "Zip it up Billy, I'm not playing."

"Yes chief, I understand.." He calls back, trying hard to make sure you stay covered. "Do you mind like, going back to your car though, no need to watch us get dressed, Sir.". Your dad lingers for a second, but you hear his footsteps start to walk away, crunching on the gravel that littered the ground.

"Holy fuck that was close, Billy." You breathe, your legs shaking in fear, or maybe adrenaline. You really weren't sure which. Billy moves off of you, pulling out of you. You can't help the whine that escapes your throat at the feeling, already craving him all over again.

"Oh trust me baby, we aren't finished with this yet.." He says, giving you a cocky smirk as he buttons his shirr before stuffing his cock back into his pants.

You struggle with your shirt, still weak from the fear and from your two orgasms that has honestly rocked your fucking world. He looks at you, almost cheesily smiling at you. He loved it when he made you weak like that, he loved being able to shower you with aftercare, something he'd never wanted to do with someone before. "Here baby.." He says, pulling you closer to him. He helps you with your bra, and your shirt before helping you pull your skirt back down your body. When he's done he gives you a sweet, gentle kiss before helping push you back to the front seat.

"Thank you, Billy.." You say, settling into your seat. You watch him climb back over, settling into the front seat. You shiver a little, it had gotten cold by the lake and without the warmth of his body you were quickly chilled. Without a word he reaches behind you and grabs his jacket from the back, wrapping it over your shoulders.

He drives almost wordlessly, only talking to ask if you're okay, and thankfully you make it home quickly. He pulls info the driveway, and stops. You turn to him. "Im sorry our night was ruined.." you says, feeling horrible. You should have thought more before you told him to go to the lake, you had forgotten that your father was out patrolling tonight.

Billy shrugs, looking at you. "I had a great time, baby.." He says, leaning back in his seat. He watched you, taking in your beauty for a moment, a smile on his face. "maybe that's not the way I wanted it to end, but it wasn't ruined."

You smile, look away awkwardly. "You know, we wouldn't have to sneak around like this if you would just let me tell him about us.."

Billy sighs, he knew that you hated that your entire relationship was a secret, but god he was terrified that your dad wouldn't let him see you again, or that your friends would find out and convince you that he wasn't good enough for you. "I told you baby, I'm not parent friendly.." He says, he sees your face fall, if only for a second before you gather yourself up again.

You give him a smile, leaning over to kiss him gently. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby." You say, although really want to scream how much you love him as you get out of the car.

Eleven is waiting for you inside, her eyes go wide at the sight of the large leather jacket around your shoulders. "Dad's going to ask questions when he sees that." She says, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in fear. You take the coat off immediately, completely forgetting that it was on your shoulders. "And that! Are those his finger prints?"

The next morning went by as smoothly as it could have, you covered what you could of Billy's fingerprints on your neck, although most of the time was spent staring at them almost longingly. He'd left marks before but he'd never left bruises, you hadnt even realized he had been choking you that hard last night.

What couldn't cover in concealer and bronzer, you covered with a turtlenecked long sleeve shirt, it was chilly enough out that morning that you could get by with it without being asked too many questions. You threw on a pair of jeans and your favorite pair of shoes, making sure to stuff his coat into your bag before heading out of your room just in time for a car to honk out front.

You give your dad a brief kiss as El scrambles to get her things, he was leaning against the kitchen counter sipping his morning coffee. "See you for dinner dad, let's go El!"

Jonathan waited for you in the driveway, and smiles when he sees you. "It's a little extreme for turtlenecks, don't you think, Y/N?" He asks as you slip into the front seat, El getting into the back with Will.

Ever since your dad has started seeing Joyce, you and Jonathan had become close, you'd consider him a close friend, and you kind of wished you could ask him for advice about your relationship but you knew he wouldn't keep the secret, he would take it straight to your dad.

"Shut up, it's totally cold enough!" You say, looking at him weirdly as he pulls out of the driveway and heads towards the schools.

It doesn't take long before you're there, and once he's parked you get out of the car immediately, on your way to search for Billy, ignoring Jonathan shouting something after you.

The halls are filled with Hawkins High students, most of which know you. You give them all your best peppy smile, even throwing in a wave to a few of them, you loved being a cheerleader but sometimes it was exhausting having to smile so much, especially when half of the student population never expected to see you in anything but a happy mood.

You find Billy at his locker, which wasn't too far from Jonathan's. "You forgot this, Hargrove." You say, pulling his coat out of your bag, hoping that nobody would take it the wrong way since he still didn't want people knowing about you guys yet.

Billy turns, surprised to hear your voice, he looked you up and down, amused look coming across his face. You tried not to stare at the bruise under his jaw, it was darker than it had been last night. "It's still a bit warm out for a turtleneck, isn't it baby?" He asks quietly, leaning on the locker door slightly. He smirks as your face turns red, you hold his coat out for him. He pushes your arm back to your chest, you furrow your eyebrows at him.

"Keep it, i like the way you look in it." He says, a soft smile on his face as your face turns redder. You notice someone stop just for a moment as they pass. He had thought about it all night, trying not to notice the look of hurt cross your face when he had reminded you that he didn't want people to know about you guys being together. He was afraid of what would happen if people knew, but he was even more afraid of losing you by making you feel like he was ashamed of people finding out, and he could tell by the look on your face that that was beginning to happen. Besides, he was tired of fucking you in his car, he wanted to take you out on actual dates, and go to all of your football games to watch you cheer, he wanted to sneak into your room late at night like a normal person, and even though it terrified him, he wanted to meet your father like a man, not someone that's been fucking his daughter in the back of his car almost every night. "Besides, it'll keep that Byers boy off your back, I hear he likes to steal people's girls away." He sent a look to Jonathan, who was open mouthed staring at the two of you from his locker, Nancy by his side.

You roll your eyes at him, holding his coat to your chest, breathing in his cologne slightly. You loved the way he smelled, and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't sleep with it in your bed last night. "Jonathan is a good friend, he's like my brother now that my dad is dating his mom." You say, but you understood what he was saying without actually saying the words. You honestly couldn't have been more excited, you were practically vibrating in your shoes. "Are you sure?" You whisper, cocking your head at him quizzically. You didn't want him to feel like you were pushing him.

Billy rolls his eyes at you, he hated that you were so selfless sometimes, willing to living so unhappily just so he could be comfortable, but it was also one of the things he loved most about you. "Come here, I miss you." He says, hooking his finger into the collar is the turtleneck to pull you closer. He pulls you in for a sweet, gentle kiss, knowing that almost everyone in the hallways had turned to stare at the two of you. He pulls away, finger still in your turtleneck but pulled down a little. He sees the bruises and his eyes go wide, face paling. "Oh shit, baby, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you.." He whispers, pulling the shirt back up so no one would see. "Why didn't you tell me to stop if I was doing it that hard?" He asks, closing his locker to walk you to yours.

You blush some more, smiling up at him. "Because it didn't hurt that bad, I liked it." You say, deciding to put his jacket on as you walked, making him hold your bag so you could. You actually were cold though, despite everyone's teasing. "I'll have to skip cheer though, I have to wear my hair up..or just put my uniform over my shirt, we do that in the winter anyway..I just didn't think to pack my uniform turtleneck."

The day at school was awkward, and after waiting at Billy's car for Jonathan and the kids to get out, you gave him a deep, longing kiss good bye, damn near spitting out an i love you when Jonathan started honking his horn at you. "I'll call you later!"

You run to his car, climbing into the passenger seat, smiling at Will and El in the back. "Family dinner right? Im starving." You say, situating yourself. You notice Jonathan hasn't started driving the car and you turn to look at him only to find him already looking at you. "What?"

"Billy Hargrove?" He asks, a little unbelieving. "Billy Freaking Hargrove is who you've been sneaking out at night to see?" Okay so you had told him that you'd been seeing someone, just not who you'd been seeing. "Your dad is going to flip his lid, i think he might actually shit bricks when he finds out, y/n."

"I'll handle my dad, Jonathan." You say, looking at him pointedly. "I wasn't planning on telling him tonight, I need to butter him up first." You purse your lips, thinking. You figured you'd have to play a card that you hadn't played in a long time, daddy's little princess. "So, that being said, leave Billy alone he's a sweetheart on the inside, he's just a little rough on the edges."

You ignore Jonathan's scoff and stay silent the rest of the ride, happily getting out once you reach the Byers' house. You could already smell the food cooking and your mouth watered, your stomach growling in response. "God i love it when Joyce cooks." You say, walking into the house.

You make your way to the kitchen, setting your bag down by the kitchen table. "Hey," You say giving the woman a side hug from where she stands at the stove. "Ooh is that my favorite?" You ask, she leans s against you, happy smile on your face.

"It certainly is, how was your day?" She asks, and you grin. You planned on telling her about everything later, she had definitely become like a mom to you and you wouldn't mind the advice you knew she could give. "Oh? What's that grin for?"

"I'll tell you later." You say, going towards the living room, giving her a wink. She just chuckles and turns back to the stove.

You play with El and Will for a couple of hours, different board games coming and going, Will joined in on a few as well, the two of you often made it too intense with your sibling rivalry. You were just about to beat him in candy land when your father walked in.

You jump up immediately and head to him. "Hey dad, how was your day?" You ask, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. You didn't notice the look that Jonathan, Will and Eleven all shared with each other or the one that your father gave you.

"Uneventful, thank god." He says, patting the top of your head with one of his beefy hands. "Smells good in here, Joyce!"

It wasn't long before you all sat down for dinner together, you and Jonathan had even helped set the table, you sat across from him, next to Will as everyone started digging in.

The table was quiet for a while, until Joyce decided to make conversation. "So, how was everyone's day?" She asks, looking around the table before landing on you. "Y/N, you seemed like you had a good day.."

You notice Jonathan's shit eating smirk and you glare at him, trying to silently tell him to keep his mouth shut. He stares directly at you as he speaks. "Oh she definitely did, you seemed awful cozy with that Billy Hargrove in the hallways this morning, you were giving him back his coat rig-ow!" You kick him harshly under the table, your strong legs making rough contact with his shins.

"Oh?" Joyce asks, eyebrows furrowed. You notice your dad turn to look at you as well. "He gave you his coat? That's sweet."

You shake your head, your cheeks flushing. "It was nothing really, we did a project together the other day after school and I got cold so he gave it to me, I was just giving it back is all." You say, going back to your food. Jonathan makes a noise and you kick him under the table again, making the silverware shake.

"You sure it was nothing?" Your father asks, looking over you with those quizical eyes that always seem to know everything is a lie. You just nod at him, a mouth of food.

Your father doesn't say anything else, and neither does Jonathan. You decide to help Joyce after dinner, and start helping her wash the dishes. It's warm in the room, and subconsciously you pull at the neck of your shirt trying to give yourself some air, not realizing that Billy's fingerprints were on full display like that.

Joyce is mid sentence, talking about something that you weren't particularly playing attention to, and she stops abruptly, looking at your neck. You quickly snap the turtle neck back into place and excuse yourself to go use the bathroom.

You run down the hall, wondering how much of it she had seen. How the fuck were you supposed to explain that?

"Shit!" You hiss, turning in the bathroom sink so no one would hear you. You calm your nerves, and after a few moments you decide to go back out and act like nothing had happened. As soon as you step out of the bathroom you're dragged across the hall to her room and tossed in, the door closing behind you. "What the hell, Joyce?"

She flips the light on, looking at your worriedly. "Y/N, why are there fingerprints on your neck?" She asks, walking towards you. You sit on the bed, you knew you were screwed. You feel her fingers play with the collar is the shirt for a moment, almost as if she was scared to see it before pulling it down all the way rolling it so it would stay put. "Jesus Christ, these are from both hands..who did this to you? Was it that Billy that Jonathan was talking about? Jim! Jim come to the bedroom!" She yells, you try to stop her, but he's already in the room before it's too late, thinking something had happened.

"What?" He asks, looking around for danger. His eyes land on you and they go wide. "What the fuck, y/n,?! Who the hell hurt you like that? Im going to kill that fucking Hargrove boy-" He says already making his mind up about the situation.

He turns to leave and panicked you tell him to stop. "Daddy, stop!" You say, standing up from the bed. "Nobody hurt me, especially not Billy, he wouldn't ever do that okay?" You say, tears welling in your eyes at the thought of your father going to beat the shit out of him, you knew Billy wouldn't stand a chance.

Jim and Joyce share a look. "What do you mean?" He asks, taking his hand off of the doorknob. He was trying very hard not to be confused by your words.

You look at him, at both of them, your mouth opening and closing as you try to find the right words to say without embarrassing everyone in the moment. "I, um..gee how do i say this.." You say to yourself, looking down at the floor before taking a deep breath and giving both adults a sheepish sort of look. "I..well, to be quite frank, i liked it, okay?"

Both of them were completely confused for a moment, and it seemed to click with Joyce quickly. "Oh..oh.. alrighty then that's..more than I needed to know." She says, fidgeting awkwardly with her close as she tried not to look you in the eye, she didn't actually think that that would ever come out of your mouth.

Your father was taking a little longer, but you could see the wheels turning in his brain as his eyes start to widen. Suddenly he's pointing at you, one hand covering his mouth in shock, fear? maybe disgust? You couldn't quite tell. "Oh my god that was you last night.." He says, the realization finally coming full circle. "What the fuck were you doing out of the house?" He asks before his eyes wide farther. "What the fuck were you doing in the back of Billy Hargrove's car?! Oh Jesus don't actually answer it!" He says when he sees your mouth open. He slides a hand over his face, looking at Joyce almost panickedly, you can see his chest rising and falling almost rapidly, you wondered if he was hyperventilating. "I..I need to sit." He mutters, sinking onto the bed. Joyce takes the spot next to him, and you decide that now is probably a good time to go.

You sneak out of the room quietly and back down the hallway. Everyone is gathered in the living room and then to stare at you. "I think I broke our parents.." You say, not noticing Jonathan's wide eyes, you had forgotten to roll your shirt back up. "It's not what you think!"

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Bar Room Blitz

Eddie sees a guy bothering you during one of his shows and when the loud mouth frat boy doesn’t leave his girlfriend alone, Eddie takes matters into his own hands..

Authors note-This One-Shot was inspired by this string of re-blogs that had me absolutely FERAL https://www.tumblr.com/eddiemunsons-missingnipple/738968147033538560

Wrote this this baby in the wee hours of the night in about an hour, didn’t proofread so there could be mistakes, I will go back and proof read it later..

TW: 🛑Smut Warning-Mature Content- 18+- Minors DNI🛑 Violence(fistfights,brawling) and of course a little smut.

" What part of she's my girlfriend, stay the fuck away from her, did you not comprehend? "

Eddie asks walking up to the arrogant frat boy asshole that had been harassing you all night while he was up on stage. "I told you to leave her the fuck alone."

You grab onto Eddies arm and try to pull him away but he doesn't budge. " It's not worth your breath or bloodshed baby, let's just go."

" Yeah, why don't you just go? She's not even worth it." The Frat boy laughed, giving you a dirty look.

That's when you saw Eddie snap. In all the time that you had known Eddie you had seen him brawl just a few times, usually it was because of some loudmouth drunk being disrespectful to you or one of your friends. Let's face it , the Hideout was a dive bar that drew in a rough crowd, and sometimes stupid college kids that thought they were better than everyone else. But because Eddie's band played there you knew a lot of the regulars and they never gave you a problem.

" Baby, let's just go."

" Yeah, baby, just fucking go." College Boy said crowding into Eddies personal space.

You watched a cocky smile spread across your boyfriends face. " No Sweetheart, we aren't going anywhere. You just sit back , finish your drink and keep lookin pretty. You've got nothing to worry about."

The guy looked Eddie over and smirked, talking over his shoulder to his friend. " I think this long haired freak is trying to pick a fight with me."

" I'm not the one who started this Asshole, but I can be the one that finishes it." Eddie crossed his arms in front of his chest.

The Frat boy laughed. "Oooo, I'm so scared."

Big fucking mistake. It was amazing how often people would look at Eddie and underestimate his strength. He wasn't a huge muscular guy, but he was quick and tough and knew how to fight, mostly because he had been bullied his most of his life.

Eddie laughed right back at him. " I'll tell you what Fuckhead, I'll even let you take the first swing. Go ahead." Eddie smirked and pointed to his jaw." Try to fucking hit me, I fucking dare you."

You looked at Neil, who was supposed to be tending bar but at the moment he was leaning forward ready to watch the show." Hey Neil, I think you should call Hopper."

" Good call, this could get messy."

Your heart leapt into your throat when you saw the man take the first swing, but Eddie was fast and ducked then countered , punching the guy right in the fucking eye.

The bar patrons all let out an " Oof," then went back to drinking their beer.

" You son of a bitch!" Frat boy shouted, than began swinging wildly, being drunk and only being able to see out of one eye was certainly doing him no favors.

Unfortunately one of his wild punches hit Eddie in the mouth and he stumbled back a moment , wiped his bloodied mouth with the back of his hand but then quickly regrouped. He smirked "Damn, that's it? That's all you got? No wonder you haven't got a girlfriend, you're a fucking pussy."

That's when the place erupted. Curses were spewed, fist were flying and you did your best to keep track of your boyfriend. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you watched the crowd gather around them. God you hoped Hops would show up soon. It shouldn't be too long, it was a Saturday night and there was nothing else for the people of this town to do other than come out and drink, he had to be close, waiting on people to leave then pulling them over to do field sobriety tests.

Almost on cue you heard his husky , loud voice getting closer as he made his way through the crowd of onlookers. " Alright , that's enough, break it up boys." Hawkins Chief of Police Jim Hopper barreled his way in, his large frame looming as he grabbed the two fighting men, thankfully avoiding any misplaced punches that were being thrown. "Enough!" He pulled them apart. It was then that you saw Eddie, breathing hard, still running on pure adrenaline, with a split lip and a puffy eye, but looking much better than his opponent.

You ran to him as quickly as you could and threw your arms around him, as Hopper wrestled Frat boy to the ground.

He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head."Pretty sure I won that one, wouldn't you say Dollface?" He smirked, blood smearing his teeth.

" Is it really winning if you walk away with a busted face Eds? " You grabbed a napkin from a nearby table and dabbed at the cut on his lip.

" I had to defend my Princess's honor."

" As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I wish you wouldn't fight for me. I hate seeing you get hurt."

" Oh come on Darlin, you and I both know that you think I look sexy with a fat lip."

You shook your head and smiled at him." Your incorrigible. Come on Rocky, let's go get you cleaned up and assess the damage." You would never in a million years admit it or encourage it, but watching him fight, god it made you hot.

You dragged him off to the ladies bathroom and locked the door. " God baby your a mess." You closed the lid on the toilet and motioned for him to sit down as you washed your hands and wet some paper towels. You watched as he carefully brought his shaky hand up to his lip and touched it.

" Does it hurt baby?"

" It's fine Sweetheart, I'm still fucking pumped up and not feeling anything yet."

You brushed his hair back from his face and kissed his forehead before dabbing at the cuts on his lip. " You fucking destroyed him Eds. " You carefully washed away the blood, and as you did you felt his big brown eyes watching you.

" To be fair , I fucking warned him."

" You did." You sighed." I just hate that your bloody and bruised because of me."

" I would do it again too." He took your face in his battered hands." I would fight to the fucking death for you."

Your heart skipped a beat." I know you would Baby -"

In an instant his mouth was crashing into yours, kissing you hungrily, greedily, despite his injuries. You knew what would come next. Hot, wild sex. The man fucked with the same intensity and ferocity as he fought.

His hands grabbed at you as he stood, tugging at your clothing and quickly disrobing you as he pushed you up against the wall.

" I fucking need you right fucking now." He growled in your ear as you frantically worked at his belt buckle and finally tugged down his jeans.

His cock sprung out, standing at attention, ready to be buried in your hot, wet core.

" Fuck me, Eddie, please." You whined as he pinned you against the wall and lifted you up. You wrapped yourself around him and held on for dear life as he thrusted up into you, making you gasp.

He groaned as he fucked you into the wall," So fucking good Sweetheart, this, this, is worth fighting for. "

" Your my fucking hero." You murmured into his neck causing him to pound into you even harder. " F-feels so good baby, don't stop-"

" Munson, are you in there?" There was a knock,Hopper was just outside the door.

You pursed your lips together trying to hold in the cries of pleasure that wanted to slip past your lips as he continued to fuck you at an unrelenting pace. You were so close, and at this moment you could care less if the Chief of police was standing outside the door.

" Munson? I have a few questions for you-"

" This isn't a good time Hops-" he said through gritted teeth, never stopping or slowing down one bit.

You quietly whimpered as he repeatedly hit that sensitive spot inside you and you felt the spring inside you snap. A wave of pleasure washed over you and Eddie closed his mouth over yours , muffling the sounds of your cries. You felt his body shutter and you held him tightly as he finally let himself go.

" Eddie? "Hopper knocked again."  Hey kid, are you alright in there?"

Eddie smiled as he leaned his forehead to yours, "Never fucking better. I just, I just need a minute."

You held his face in your hands and kissed him again. This time he winced, his lips puffy and even more swollen from the feverish kissing. You mouthed, " Sorry." And he just smiled as you untangled your body from his and he carefully set your feet back down on the ground.

" Just uh cleaning myself up a little-". Well he wasn't lying.

" And why aren't you cleaning yourself up in the men's bathroom-"

" Because it's fucking disgusting in there Sir. I don't want to get a disease-"

" Good point."

Eddie tucked in his shirt and buckled his belt, then winked at you before opening up the door just enough to slip out. " You have questions Chief?"

" Jesus kid, your probably going to have a shiner in the morning."

" Isn't the first time, won't be the last. The guy wouldn't leave my girl alone-"

" That checks out with the story that I've heard from the other customers."

You carefully , quietly cleaned yourself up and put yourself back together as the Chief questioned Eddie in the hallway outside the door.

" Well the good news is Kid, that your not getting into any trouble- this time. Next time try to avoid confrontation if at all possible."

" Just trying to liven up your Saturday night Chief."

You listened, ear at the door for your chance to escape.

" I prefer taking a nap in the patrol car to taking a punch to the gut."

" I'll keep that in mind."

" Oh, and Munson, can you tell your girlfriend when she decides to sneak  out of  the ladies room that I need to question her about the incident? Thanks."

" Shit." You muttered and on the other side of the door Eddie laughed.

" You got it chief."

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heyyyy so basically i have an idea but idk if you write for Spiderman!Ethan Landry so if you don’t you can ignore this. butttt if you do i was wondering if you could do something like where the reader dates Ethan and one night she’s like walking back from somewhere and like something happens like she gets attacked or like someone steals something of her or like some weirdo starts flirting with her. But then Spiderman comes and saves the day :)) And then when he does he shows his face and the reader is like You’re spiderman? and He’s like yeah and She’s just kinda like wth and a bit confused cos she wouldn’t except it

Sorry it’s long btw it’s just a idea i’ve had for a while 😫

please and thank you 🙏 💕💕

AN ; it's ok! i love long reqs they give me more to go off of lmao

WARNING ; almost sa (nothing vivid at all!!), asshole-ification of frankie, that’s all i think?

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The music was blasting in your ears, there were too many people, you felt hot. You’ve had around 4 cups and they weren't making you feel any better. You needed to get out of this party asap, but you could barely make out the exit with the mob of people surrounding you. And as if the night couldn’t get any worse some dude named Frankie kept trying to hit on you, even after telling him numerous times that you had a boyfriend whom you were very content with. He eventually walked away to get a drink and you took your shot to escape the dense man.

After a bit of walking, you found the glowing neon ‘EXIT’ sign right ahead. You let out a relieved sigh before seeing that annoying familiar face. The think-witted boy couldn't take a hint for the life of him. You quickly ran to the exit in hopes he wouldn't follow you there as well. You hoped wrong.

“Will you just leave me alone? I told you already I have a boyfriend!” Before you got the chance to run off again he grabbed you by the arm firmly, which was sure to bruise up later. “What type of boyfriend doesn't come to a party with their girlfriend? You don't deserve whoever that asshole is.” You were stunned, how was he talking about Ethan as if he knew him personally? He didn't even know his name was Ethan!

“My boyfriend is not at this party because he's busy! But if I asked him I'm sure he would've agreed. And for the record, he's not an asshole. If anyone is, it would be you.” You said as trying to yank your hand away, only causing his grip to become stronger. “I’d be careful with your choice of words princess.” His free hand had started to creep up your thigh, slowly but surely. However before he could get any further a shadow flew apon the both of you. Before you could make out what, who, it was you quickly felt someone’s arms wrap around your neck. And it certainly wasn't Frankie’s, since his we're still wrapped around your thigh. However, that didn't last long as soon as you both realized who it was. Your local spiderman.

Frankie cocked an eyebrow, confused about why he was there, “What’s up with you? Aren’t you supposed to be where there’s a crime?”. Spiderman dramatically pulled his hand to his heart as if he had been shot, “What? I can’t hang out with my girlfriend?” He slightly tilted his head, giving you the signal to act along. Now, you were reluctant to play along, on one hand, you were dying to get away from Frankie, on the other hand, you did have a boyfriend. And it wasn’t Spiderman.

“He’s your boyfriend?” Frankie asked while taking a step back. You slowly nodded your head. “Now, are you going to back the hell off and leave her alone, or will I have to use my super cool and awesome spider powers?” He had said it in a goofy tone and very lightly, but you knew it was true. Spiderman cracked his knuckles, and while you shouldn’t have been laughing at a time like this, but the alcohol had completely taken over when a giggle just snuck past your lips.

After the threat, Frankie didn’t hesitate to walk back into the party, but not without muttering a few “stupid Spiderman” “fucking cockblocker” and some “assholes.” on his way in. As soon as he walked in Spiderman’s whole goofy manner had disappeared. He thought for a minute, about how he was gonna word whatever he was about to say. “He didn't-” He paused, anger laced throughout his voice. “He didn't touch you, right?” You noticed his fist had been clenched. You quickly shook your head “No! No! Just the thigh thing..” You watched closely as his first unclenched a bit, regardless still in a loose fist. There was an awkward silence after that, tension so thick it could’ve been cut with a knife.

“Did you drink anything?” He had asked, and even though it was quite obvious you were a tad bit tipsy you still nodded your head no. This caused a chuckle out of him, and if you weren’t mistaken it sounded just like Ethan’s but before you could ponder too long about it, the cold breeze of the night cleared any thoughts in your head.

“Can I walk you home? Just in case the freak comes back?” You shrugged while nodding your head. The both of you started walking in the chilly city before you realized you never properly thanked the hero. “Thanks, by the way. For, you know,” you responded while twiddling your thumbs idly. “No problem! I'm just happy was there!” His goofy tone had quickly returned as if it never left. Soon you two found conversations easily, switching whenever your attention span left the topic. You started to really see the similarities between him and Ethan the more you talked with the masked vigilante.

“You know, you really remind me of my boyfriend Ethan.” You paused recognizing what you said might’ve not come out the way you wanted it to. “Not in a weird way!” He laughed, Ethan couldn't help but poke some fun. “Really? Tell me about him” You didn't waver to start rambling about all the things you liked about Ethan.

“Oh, Oh! And he has the cutest curly hair I've ever seen!” you were fuming with excitement, even though you were only talking about him you could feel a smile growing on your face. “I have curly hair too,” you pushed aside his comment. “Yeah, but his is probably cuter. Definitely cuter actually. No offense.” And though you couldn't see it Ethan had a smile growing on his as well. “You sure it's cuter? You haven't even seen mine.” You quickly responded to his snarky comment. “Don't need to! He blows everyone else out of the competition!”. You both started to laugh before you realized you were already at your dorm.

“Oh, this is one’s mine! Thanks again.” and you were very thankful for the superhero coming to your aid, and providing some entertainment on the way here. He waved off your words replying “Again, it was no problem,” He stood there for about 30 seconds seemingly debating about something in his head.

He rearranged his feet while speaking, “Do you wanna know something’s about my girlfriend?”. “What?” you quickly replied accidentally sounding meaner than you had intended. His feet came to a stop, but only to move his hand behind his neck. “I mean, you told me all about yours, it’s only fair if I tell you about mine.” His tone had completely changed, nervousness evident in his voice. “Sure?” you replied, unsure of where he was taking this.

He went on to name her features, yet they were suspiciously similar to yours. Connecting the dots you thought out loud, “Wait..” And before you could even finish your thought Spiderman pulled his mask off. You took a step back, your lips slightly parted. “Ethan?”. He played with the mask in his hands before responding “Heya,”

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okay I ended this horribly but i had no idea how to pull it all together lmao ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO POST