#giving me attitude like. we’re going over *here* it’s this way I made a *left*

[disappearingcigarette]

yeah shit is gonna be rocky I think with the friend I’m staying with

[grimesgirll]

“wouldn’t kill ya’ to smile, wouldn’t it, baby?”

your gaze goes upward from the fire you’re building to the man standing before you.

“fuck is there to smile about?” you quip quietly, pursing your lips and turning your attention back to the task at hand.

you should’ve known that would set off your ex boyfriend. the boyfriend who should really be your ex right now. you feel him behind you and eventually in front of you when he leans down to gently grasp your face. shane tilts your chin upwards in his hand while you simply glare.

“been gettin’ real tired of your attitude.”

“makes two of us.”

something in his eyes clouds and you can nearly see the frustration bubbling beneath his surface. “you know you could really have it worse somewhere else, girl.” he lets go of your chin. “you should be happy to be here and not out there alone.”

you can’t argue with him. after these past few weeks, you’d endure whatever macho act he manufactured just to make it to safety. anything at this point to get to richmond. wherever noah’s family was posted up had to be better than cannibal country or cop city.

playing the role of shane’s personal diplomat is exhausting but it’s kept conflict from escalating more than once. without you, he would’ve for sure gotten himself killed by now. it goes both ways as you can count on more than one hand the number of times he’s saved your life.

“we had a home. we’re gonna find a new one. until then you better be thankful to have someone looking out for you.” the man explains to you. “someone takin’ care of you.”

you snort. “you should be happy i let you fuck me.”

your boyfriend’s nostrils flare. “wanna repeat that?”

you don’t spare him a glance. “be happy i haven’t left you already. if it wasn’t the fucking end of times, our relationship would be toast.” you say that like it isn’t already.

but you didn’t leave him. how could you with the world falling apart around you?

and with your newfound sense of responsibility to lori and carl, staying with shane made the most sense. why not keep trying with someone who held you at night and fought tooth and nail to protect you.

that isn’t everything though.

he narrows his eyes at you. “wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t always findin’ one.”

“you fucking lori was a problem that i found?”

he throws his hands up. “why the fuck do you keep mentionin’ lori? that’s fucked,” he scolds your name. “that’s my daughter’s mother.”

“i’m not blaming her, i’m blaming you.” you discern. “you’ve been an asshole ever since everything happened.”

“c’mere.” shane pulls you to your feet and drags you away from the fire, leaving the task to sasha who’d been sitting nearby. shane has you on your feet and moving towards the back of the rest stop your group was posted up l in. “let’s take a walk.”

“shane! i’m about to make dinner over the fire,” you complain and pull back your arm but shane just wraps you in his embrace and wills you towards the grassy picnic area facing the forest.

“c’mon, one step at a time, baby. don’t make me carry you.”

“fucker.”

“watch it,” shane warns and steers you towards a dusty wooden gazebo where rick is standing with a radio, trying to get a signal from the looks of it.

“any luck?” shane calls out like he didn’t just forcibly walk you from the fire circle out here.

the bearded man turns around. he doesn’t have to shake his head or give you two a word to answer his friend’s question. an icy blue stare goes over you and shane.

“what’s going on?”

“oh, we just thought we’d see what you were up to. see if you were busy.” the ex-cop with his arms wrapped around you from behind declares.

rick drops his radio into his back pocket. “‘m not.”

“perfect. this one wants to thank you.”

rick’s dark brow goes up in question and you shake your head, asking, “huh?”

“what? you don’t wanna thank rick? don’t be rude, baby.”

you owe the man your life a million times over.

rick had saved you, shane, judith, carl, and the others so many times. he’d led you through the debilitating winters and the most nightmare inducing storms you could imagine facing in the end of times. metaphorical or not, rick had seen you all through more than you’d ever pay him back for.

the man who stayed up with you while you settled judith and helped you soothe the little girl who didn’t belong to either of you.

the rugged man looks on from shane to you not quite comprehending. it only takes the feel of shane’s hand on your ass to understand.

fuck. not now, shane, you plead internally.

“i want you to show our friend rick how grateful you are that he’s gotten us this far. huh?” shane places a steel hand on your back as he shoves you forward towards rick, nudging you onto your knees when you’re dawdling too much for him to tolerate. “go on.”

“shane.” the man above you warns.

“no, rick.” your boyfriend stops him, dark irises widening. “i see the way she looks at you and the way you look at her. don’t feel bad about it.” he chuckles. “think about it as payback for lori.”

a “what the fuck” is breaching your lips before you know it.

“why do you talk to her like that?” rick questions, chest puffing out slightly. “everything she’s stood you through.”

shane shrugs. “i’m just thinkin’ it’d help us all relax. lower tension, y’know. after we were almost slaughtered like cattle back there.”

your mind flashes to terminus. you hadn’t seen rick, shane, and some of the other men of your group tied up and prepared to have their throats slashed, but the scene made your stomach flip.

rick looks down at you, maybe considering the fact that he does have a lot of steam to let off. nearly a year’s worth to be honest.

“you been thinkin’ about me?” he inquires with a step closer to you, dipping his hand to cup your face.

beneath your leader, you feel small. ten feet tall, you’d feel insignificant compared to rick. that man has more guts and drive than you could ever admit to. more than shane could ever dream of. the thought scratches an itch you didn’t realize lay dormant.

“yes,” you exhale sweetly, almost giving away your giggle when shane has to pick up his jaw. “especially ever since the prison fell.”

“really?”

you nod. “thank you, rick.” you express your gratitude with parted lips. “you take such good care of all of us. if you really want to use my mouth, i would blow you.”

shane is stuttering a curse and rick just whistles.

“good girl,” shane praises. “never knew you had it in you.”

you wait on your knees for rick, beaming up at him.

rick has the look of a man considering letting his best friend’s girlfriend - who he has at least fifteen years on - blow him. he thumbs your soft lips, trying to convince himself not to. even under that newly acquired hardened exterior, rick is calculated.

it’s not until he lowers his hands at his sides and croons a, “only if you want to, darlin,” that has you undoing his belt and yanking down his pants.

you slow your roll once you come into contact with his underwear. beneath those dark blue boxers is a rock hard cock.

a noise escapes you that you hope your boyfriend doesn’t hear. rick is bigger than shane. you want to burst into laughter. shane had to have seen the outline of rick’s thick cock sometime during their years together in some locker room somewhere.

thoughts of if he’ll fit or not consume you momentarily until your hands are moving automatically and you’re met with the real thing. you feel hands in your hair and tense.

“down and up. you know how to do it.”

shane is behind you with his sturdy hands on top of your head, ready to guide you down onto his friend.

“just let her do what she wants.” rick snaps at the other man, exhaling at the feel of your hand around him.

“fine.” shane throws his hands up and goes to lean against the rest stop information board.

ever the sore loser, shane pouts but lets you sink further on your knees to begin by trailing a stripe from rick’s balls up to the tip of his cock. back down you go again to lick circles around him, working a pattern with your tongue.

the noises coming out of rick have you agreeing with shane - he really needs this. after everything, rick deserves to close his eyes and let you descend below his shaft to suckle first one side, then the other, while he lays his hands in your lustrous hair.

eventually you’re lapping around again and you circle your tongue around him, eyes widening in surprise at his moans.

shane snickers. “you like her mouth, rick? me too. don’t blow your load too early, bud, i know you probably can’t help it.”

you feel the man in your mouth tense above you. he ignores shane, snapping his hips lightly into your face instead. despite the initial humiliation of the situation and the shane of it all, you find yourself getting excited. a wet patch forms and you can tell by how hard you grind down onto yourself as rick starts to twitch.

“needy slut,” shane comments.

you roll your eyes, not missing a beat as you bob up and down on your leader. his spit covered dick disappears in and out of your mouth. you do your best to fit what you can of his length that is too large for your mouth.

rick doesn’t have a problem though. all he needs is to dig a little deeper in your hair and angle his cock down your throat. you’re so startled you gag but at the same time you moan and whimper around him.

a cry around him from a particularly harsh jostle of his pelvis against your face is what it takes to start spilling in your mouth. your foggy brain can barely decipher what to do next but you remember that you’re wearing one of your favorite sweaters and suck him dry.

rick isn’t out of your mouth when shane is nearly shoving him out of the way and grasping onto you, directing your head towards his now nude dick.

“my turn,” shane takes rick’s spot instantly, not sparing you more than a breath or two before his girthy cock is against your lips.

“that’s not good for her knees, man.” rick is saying but shane just laughs.

“you weren’t sayin’ that when you were in the one in her mouth.”

shane is taking up your mouth before you know it and you gag immediately when he drives like he’s aiming for your uvula.

your noises muffle around his cock but the sheriff looking on still hears them - is still affected by then. every pump of his fellow ex-officer’s hips made you gag, forced to swallow the burning feeling building up in your throat.

rick can’t take his eyes off you. after receiving the same treatment, he’s still mesmerized by the whole thing; the spontaneity of it, how absurd it all was, how soft and plush your mouth had been, how perfect you are.

“never knew you were such a whore,” shane groans with a gasp of your name, pushing your head down when you start to slide up and off of him to say something. “fuck, you’re so good for me, baby, always have been.”

his grip is buried in your long hair. rick observes with his half hard cock in his hand, eyebrow arching lightly at the sight of shane’s face. your boyfriend tightens his grip and before you know it his cock is thrust into your throat. a few more slams of his hips and he’s holding you firmly while you gulp down his length - and his release.

shane backs out of your mouth only to snake a rough hand down your pants.

“shane!” you’re nearly squealing when he thumbs down your panties and moves towards your sensitive patch of nerves. your face is overtaken with a blush again as your leader palms his hard on on the bench next to you.

whispering low in your ear, your boyfriend hums;

“now, you wanna show rick how grateful you are with your pussy?”

[captainwans]

I BET YOU LOOK GOOD ON THE DANCEFLOOR.

— ALEX TURNER

pairing: fetus! alex turner x fem! actress! reader

summary: following a brief and hurried exchange between the pair, she returned to the old pub in hopes of seeing him once more.

warning: vulgar language, sickeningly teeth-rotting fluff, ryan being an ass, and paparazzi being the paparazzi.

note: this is part two from old pubs and cigarettes, and i suggest you to read the first part before reading this! ryan is a fictional character that’s apart of the story if anyone is confused.

word count: 4,9k | ( picture not mine! )

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….  [Y/N] WATCHED THE EMPTY STAGE WITH ANTICIPATION, EXCITEMENT FILLING INSIDE HER BODY AS SHE EAGERLY WAITED FOR THE CUTE, LONG-HAIRED MUSICIAN TO ENTER THE STAGE. It was such a shame that she never got to know his name, and she was still fuming over how her best friend interrupted their moment. She could still feel how his hot breath fanned her face, the smell of cigarettes and mint lingering in the air as she looked into his sweet brown eyes gazing into hers. She couldn’t stop thinking of him. The look on his face, when they had to leave the pub from the paparazzi, left a deep scar on her heart. His kind smile and his understanding nature made her guilty for leaving him on the spot. She remembered throwing a fit in the car that night as they were heading back to their trailers, angry and flustered at how their interaction went.

     [Y/N] slapped her best friend’s arm, which earned a small yelp from the strawberry blonde. She watched her hiss in pain before she mirrored her actions by slapping her shoulders, looking at her with a look of confusion. “What the fuck was that for?” Cindy chided with furrowed eyebrows, rubbing small circles on her arm to cease some of the pain.

     [Y/N] rolled her eyes, rubbing her shoulder as she looked at her with a glare. “You know why,” she growled at the burning pain on her shoulder, grimacing as she clenched her jaw.

     “Oh, thank you so much, Cindy, for saving us from the paps. Thank you for looking out for me. I’m so lucky to have a friend like you. You’re welcome by the way.” Cindy said in a dramatic tone, returning the same glare she was receiving before throwing her magazine at her. “Bitch, please. You’re over here moping over a guy that you just met. The paps almost knocked Vera outside while you were playing hide the zucchini with your rockstar boyfriend.” 

     [Y/N] scoffed, folding her arms in front of her chest, and shaking her head. “Thank you….” she ended up saying in a sweet tone, earning a satisfied grin on Cindy’s face. “For ruining my chance with him.” she finished her sentence, watching her friend’s face falter and morphing into a scowl. 

     “So, what are you gonna do? Go back to him and confess your undying love for him.” Cindy asked with a giggle, earning another slap on her thigh making her laugh even harder. “He was very cute by the way, I’ll give you that, babe.” 

     [Y/N]’s cheeks flushed, feeling blood rushing through her ears at the mention of the musician. “I heard they were having another gig at the same pub. They’re performing next weekend and we’re not filming on Saturday, so..” she answered with a pleading look, making Cindy let out a sigh before nodding her head. 

     As the days passed, with [Y/N] counting the days for the weekend, the day finally arrived and here she was,  seated at a table near the front stage alongside Cindy and her other two co-stars. Another band was performing earlier, which got everyone talking, especially the girls. Two of [Y/N]’s friends left their table to interact with two of the members, leaving her and the strawberry blonde alone, not impressed by their performance and their attitude at all. 

     [Y/N] cringed at one of their attempts to flirt with her friend and scoffed with a deep scowl, before moving her gaze to her best friend. “Let’s hope they stay away from us,” she said in a small voice, but Cindy heard her regardless, earning a small snicker. 

     “I think we’re too late for that,” Cindy answered with an amused look on her face, her eyes looking at one of the members nearing their table. She grimaced, watching him eying up and down at her friend, making her narrow her eyes at him as he introduced himself to them.

     “Ladies.” One of the vocalists greeted the duo with a smirk plastered onto his face, causing [Y/N] to stifle back a laugh bubbling inside her throat. He presented himself as Ryan and she watched him inching closer to her, placing himself in the middle of the girls, causing Cindy to scoff under her breath. He gave her a charming smile, completely ignoring her friend. “Did you enjoy the concert, love?” he asked cockily, head tilted to the side as he looked at her, his eyes trailing down her figure. 

     “We did in fact, not enjoy the concert, Ryan. I mean, I’ve seen better.” her best friend interjected, eyes glaring daggers at his back with a scowl.

     Ryan rolled his eyes, shifting in his feet to turn to Cindy. “I wasn’t talking to you.” he shot, giving her a look before turning his attention back to [Y/N], who was looking at him with a deep frown. 

     She narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms before her chest. “Just like my friend said, I’ve seen better.” she simply replied with a fake smile, causing him to scoff under his breath, his smirk turning wider.

     “God, with you Americans, it’s so hard to please.” 

     [Y/N] gave him a dirty look, her face faltering as she watched him utter last his words. Just as she was about to put him in his place, the sound of a microphone dropping down the floor caused her attention to quickly avert away from the guy toward the stage. A soft smile crept upon her face, watching the musician she longed for all week, standing a few feet away from the stage. This left the perfect opportunity for Cindy to drag Ryan by his shirt and push him to the side. “This asshole, who does he think he is?”

     She hummed, not paying attention to what her friend said as she was too busy gazing at the cute guy who had been haunting her mind all week. Her eyes sparked, noticing that he cut his hair, but his hair locks were still slightly covering his face and she thought he couldn’t look any more handsome. Crimson danced across her cheeks and she could feel her heart fluttering, watching him fiddling with the microphone before he placed his guitar around his shoulders.

     “Pretty boy cut his hair!” She heard Cindy yell, gushing at his new hairstyle with a beam, nudging her friend’s side. [Y/N] giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. “Shut up, Cindy. I think he heard you!” she laughed, watching his head snap toward the comment, his eyes darting across the crowd before his eyes finally landed on the pair, cheeks reddening as he noticed their presence, his eyes lingering longer on [Y/N]. 

     [Y/N] gave him a sweet smile, bringing her hand up to give him a wave, to which he responded with a shy nod, his smile turning wider. She gave him a thumbs up, mouthing good luck before taking a seat at their table. He gave her a grateful look, gripping his guitar tightly before moving his eyes away from the actress toward the crowd, which was rather dead and not interacting, being too busy interacting with the other band who dominated the pub, leaving the second group dumbfounded. 

     Alex had a tight grip on his microphone, bringing his lips closer to the mic. He turned to quickly glance at Matt and Andy before clearing his throat, causing the crowd to quiet down as everyone acknowledged the second band. “Hi….so, uh–we’re the Arctic–” the musician introduced themselves, but were abruptly interrupted by Ryan, who seemed to find himself standing close to the girls. 

     “Losers!” Ryan shouted with a laugh and threw his empty cup on the stage, hitting Alex on the chest. This caused some of the people in the crowd to join his banter. Jamie cursed under his breath, feeling his nostrils flare with anger as he looked at him with a glare. “Oh, fuck off, Ryan!”

     [Y/N] felt her blood boil, anger coursing through her veins as she, along with Cindy, whirled their head toward him with a glower. “Shut up, Ryan!” they both said in unison, and Cindy stood up from her seat to grab the empty cup away from the stage. She threw the cup toward Ryan, the cup hitting his face making [Y/N] stifle back a laugh. “Go and fool around elsewhere, asshole. Some of us are trying to enjoy a concert.” 

     Ryan balled his fists, nostrils flaring as he looked at Cindy. He felt everyone’s eyes looking at him, waiting in anticipation of what he was about to do next. He clenched his jaw and turned around, meeting [Y/N]’s face. She gave him a sweet smile. “You heard her,” she said with a knowing look, earning a few cheers from her girlfriends as they watched him leave the pub.

     The crowd started to quiet down, everyone watching Ryan’s body disappear in the crowd, completely forgetting about the second band that was supposed to perform. Cindy and [Y/N] high-fived each other, sauntering over to their table. The actress made eye contact with Alex, who mouthed a thank you, gently smiling at the woman making her mirror his smile as she brushed it off with a hand gesture. 

     [Y/N] looked at the crowd, sharing a look with Cindy before clapping her hands to earn everyone’s attention. Some of them softly gasped, recognizing the woman while the others looked at her with a curious look. She smiled brightly at everyone before turning her gaze toward the band. “By all means, please continue boys!” She beamed with a cheer, earning a few whistles and claps. “Who are you guys?”

     Alex grinned at her question, licking his lips before speaking into the microphone. “We’re the Arctic Monkeys, everyone!” he finally introduced themselves, making the girls loudly cheer, warming up the crowd. She could feel them stiff during the first part of the song but got quickly used to it, making her clap her hands as she cheered. She and her friend moved in their seat, bumping their shoulders together while bopping their head to the sound.

     The strawberry blonde puffed her cheeks, face scowling as she looked around her. “Oh, c’mon, why isn’t anyone on the dancefloor? This song is so good, compared to the other band,” she said, saying her last sentence loudly on purpose to the other member, who so happened to sit beside them, making him scoff and roll his eyes. He was about to say something, but Cindy butted in, “Oh, shut up, you don’t get to say anything.” making [Y/N] laugh. She watched back to the stage, her eyes instantly locking with his. He gave her a wink, leaving her cheeks flushed with a beating heart. 

     An idea popped into [Y/N] head, a smirk curving her lips. She turned to her friend. “We’ll be our own dancefloor. C’mon, let’s show them how it’s done.” she beamed, making the strawberry blonde laugh loudly as they moved their body, linking their hands together as they found their spot in the middle of the bar. Loud cheers and holler emitted from their throat as they danced together, their hands around each other as they vibed to the music. 

     The duo danced the night away like no one was watching, causing a group of people to look their way, curiously watching them owning the dance floor. Before they knew it, two of their friends joined them as the four moved closer to the stage, flipping their hair, and moving their bodies to the music. It was like a flash mob, and more people vibed to the music, cheering and completely forgetting about the first group. 

      Her best friend twirled her around, making both of them laugh. Cindy whistled at her, “Damn, girl! The moves. I’m not blaming him for the looks he’s giving you, you’re one lucky girl, babe!” she told her wiggling her eyebrows at her, making her grin before moving her head toward him, watching him looking at her with a smile as he sang, making her shake her hips. She shot him a glance, eyes filled with a playful tease.

     Before they knew it, the song was over. They all clapped, even some of the remaining members from the first group, cheering and shouting at the band, watching their eyes beaming and glinting with happiness at the crowd’s response. Alex nodded to the crowd, eyes finding hers again, giving her a grateful smile as he brought both of his hands together to show his gratitude. She smiled brightly at him, clapping her hands.

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     “That was amazing!” Cindy sang, wrapping her arms around [Y/N]’s shoulders, and giving her a little squeeze. Two of their co-stars agreed, eyes glistening from the lights above them as they gushed over how talented they were. [Y/N] hummed with a simper, her smile widening as she listened to her friends talking about them. Her eyes shamelessly darted across the pub, eyes searching for the talented musician. She found him sitting in a booth with the rest of his members, shielding them from the others. She rested her chin with her palm, looking at him with a fond look. 

     Alex took a sip from his drink and wiped his mouth with his hand, listening to Andy talking about their performance. He watched a smile curve his lips, making him mirror his smile with a hum. As he was about to join in the conversation, he started to pause, feeling someone was staring at him. His eyes subconsciously found hers, who looked at him with a soft expression. He watched her lightly waving at him, causing his heart to stutter against his chest and he looked behind him before turning back to her with an unsure look.

     [Y/N] giggled, watching him pointing a finger at himself to confirm if she was waving at him and not some other guy. She bit her lip with a nod, pointing her finger at him with a playful look. She watched a smile forming his handsome features, averting his gaze away from her toward his friends. This went on back and forth, with both of them stealing a few glances at each other. 

     “Okay, you two just need to talk. This is not working.” Cindy snapped her out of her state, making her whirl her head toward her with a confused expression. “What?”

     Two of her co-stars giggled, leaning against each other as they teased the actress. “You’re so cute when you’re in love.” One of them gushed, making kissing sounds as she tickled her waist.

 

     [Y/N] felt a dust of crimson dance across her cheeks. She swatted her friend’s hand away from her waist as small giggles emitted from her lips. “I-I’m not in love…He’s just…very cute.” she managed to reply in between her giggles, mumbling the last word, but Cindy heard her regardless. 

     “Why don’t you say that to his face?” Cindy teased, poking her shoulder as she looked at her best friend with a cheeky grin, making [Y/N] shake her head with a laugh. “God, no!”

     One of their co-stars stood up from her seat and walked over to her, pulling her up from her seat. [Y/N] looked at her friend like she’s grown two heads and she turned her head toward the others, who gave her thumbs up with wide grins on their faces. “Go get your man!”

     “You got this, babe! You’re so hot, he’s already head over heels!” Cindy cheered, earning a few disapproving looks from the people sitting beside them. She slapped her friend’s butt, earning a small gasp from the actress as she received a nasty look.

     “Am I blind or was that [Y/N] [Y/L/N], waving at you?” Alex heard Jamie say, making him roll his eyes before turning in his seat to face his best friend. He gave him a look and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “And what is that supposed to mean?” 

     “It’s just…She’s [Y/N] [Y/L/N] and you’re….you.” Jamie replied with a shrug. His eyes looked back and forth between his bandmate and to the actress, who curiously watched them, which made Jamie give her a polite smile. 

     Alex gave him a look, eyebrows scrunched as he downed the rest of his drink. “Right,” he mumbled, shifting in his seat. His head turned to their table once again and his eyes widened, watching her walking toward them with a soft smile. He panicked, feeling his heart palpating loudly against his chest. He cleared his throat and fixed his posture so that he was comfortably leaning against his seat.

     “Oh God, she’s walking toward us,” Jamie stressed, taking a sip from his beer and looking at Alex, who looked back at him with a confused look. Jamie brought his hand over to his shirt, wiping away some invisible dust and fixing his hair. 

     Alex made a sound of disdain, slapping his hands away from his face whilst giving him a glowering look. “Jamie, stop!” he whined, adjusting his shirt before scooting a few seats away from his best friend, who gave him a scoff and shook his head. “I’m just trying to help you, mate.”

     [Y/N] watched the small banter between Alex and Jamie, her lips forming into a thin line, stifling back a laugh as she walked toward their table. She tightly gripped the strap of her purse, eyes looking straight ahead whilst ignoring a few men glancing her way. She ignored the burning gazes at the back of her head, fastening her pace as he neared their table, making the boys snap their attention toward the actress. 

     Some of them were star-struck and were left speechless, including Jamie, who had his eyebrows raised with a look she couldn’t quite decipher. He awkwardly slurped his drink making her giggle. Matt was the first to break the ice, his eyes sparking as he acknowledged her presence. “There she is! The one who saved our necks out there!” he beamed, standing up from his seat to greet her in a warm hug, which she shyly returned. 

     “That was nothing, really. Me and the girls enjoyed it very much. You guys are very good.” She complemented with a flustered smile, causing Alex’s lips to curve upwards. His eyes lingered longer on her face, studying every detail.

     “Means a lot coming from you, love!” Jamie interjected into the conversation, sauntering beside her to introduce himself, which she happily returned as they shook hands. Andy soon joined, politely introducing himself and complimenting her work.

     [Y/N] felt blood rush through her cheeks, feeling her heart stutter against her chest. She introduced herself to a few of their friends before moving her attention to Alex, who patiently watched her interact with his friends. She hummed with a smile, slowly sauntering toward him. She pulled the sleeves of her dress, a habit she did when she was nervous and stood beside him. “Hi.” she softly greeted.

     Her voice left a trail of goosebumps, along with a fluttering heart at her gentle voice. His lips curved upwards and he stood up from his seat to stand in front of her. He opened his mouth, eyes gazing into hers. “Hey.” he breathed, rapidly blinking to check if he wasn’t dreaming. 

     [Y/N] bit her lip, eyes trailing over his lips as her mind wandered back to their last encounter where they almost shared a kiss. She cleared her throat and moved her eyes away from his lips, feeling another gush of crimson heating her cheeks. “You were amazing out there.” she internally cringed at how her voice cracked at the end and gave him a tip-lipped smile. 

     Alex chuckled at her flustered nature, his smile widening. “So where you…on the dancefloor.” he said, a small smirk curving his features, making her softly giggle as she looked anywhere but him.

     [Y/N] turned her head to him, who was already looking at her with a fond look. She hummed, placing her hands behind her back. “Did I look good on the dancefloor?” she cheekily asked, making Alex laugh with a nod.

     “You did look good on the dancefloor. In fact, you outshined the crowd with your dancing,” he admitted, biting his lip as he looked into her eyes, making her let out a sound of satisfaction. 

     The pair continued to converse, realizing that they had a lot in common. Alex finally got the courage to compliment her recent works, telling her how a talented actress she is and praising her. She became a flustered mess, hiding her hot cheeks as she profusely said her thanks and mirrored the gesture back by gushing about his guitar skills, which she stated that he should teach her to play one day. As they talked, she realized that she still never got his name and it irked her brain.

     [Y/N] furrowed her eyebrows with an apologetic look as she interrupted him mid-sentence. “I’m sorry…but, I don’t think I actually got your name.” she sheepishly said, folding her arms in front of her chest. 

     Alex’s eyes lit up and he nodded his head, muttering a small apology for not introducing himself sooner. Just as he was about to tell her his name flashes of lights and the sounds of snapping cameras made them squint their eyes, whirling their head around to where the flashes came from.

     [Y/N]’s face faltered, her face slowly morphing into a deep scowl as she noticed one of the paparazzi from the other day getting inside the pub. Much to her dismay, she locked eyes with one of them and they fastened their pace toward her with the camera tightly gripped into their hand. “There she is!” 

     [Y/N]’s expression stretched into a look of discomfort and she could feel her heart stammering against her chest, feeling panic wash over her. Her body became stiff and she stepped backward, ending up hitting a hard chest. She let out a rasping gasp, feeling their hand gently placed on her waist, and just by his touch she knew it was him. Butterflies swarmed inside her stomach even by the slightest touch, but it quickly vanished as it rapidly appeared. “[Y/L/N], we just want a picture. Is this your boyfriend?”

     Alex cursed at them, his eyes bulging from their sockets. “Fuck off!” he chided, pulling her behind him protectively. He and Matt shared a look before he led both of them out of the scene, their hands intertwined as they tried to escape from the photographers. 

     The more they tried to escape, it seemed as more photographers engulfed around the old pub, and Alex scoffed. “Where did they all come from?” he mainly asked to himself, but [Y/N] heard him regardless. “I don’t know,” she said in a small voice, face hiding into his back while trying to avoid getting snapshots on her face.

     [Y/N] heard Alex grunt and she pulled her face away from his back to see him getting grabbed by one of the photographers. The actress grew hot, her cheeks flamed with anger as she stepped in front of him, slapping their hand, which resulted in their camera falling down the hard floor. “Don’t touch him!” she sputtered, her voice laced with venom. 

     “We just want a picture, ma’am! You didn’t need to do that.” the man scolded, his face painted with frustration at his broken camera and [Y/N] wanted nothing more than to smack his face and remove that stupid look on his face. 

     [Y/N] shook her head and went to check on Alex, but when she turned around he wasn’t there. A downward pout etched onto her face and she felt worry prickling inside her chest, squeezing her lungs and making her let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She cursed internally and she wanted to cry out for his name, but she remembered that just as he was about to tell her his name, the paparazzi came and snatched that opportunity away from her. 

     Alex’s eyes frantically darted across the heavy mass of paparazzi taking over the area, his stomach clenching at the thought of her being alone with them. “Fuck,” he mumbled, hands rubbing his face as he squeezed his way through the mass. “[Y/N]!”

     The actress squinted her eyes as small groans emitted from her lips. The flashes of lights increased with every second and she just stood there, frozen and unable to move. She clenched her jaw as her breath grew thin and ragged. She had her head face down with some of her hair covering her angry expression. Her shoulders rose until they were under her ears and she closed her eyes, letting out an exhale. Two of the cameramen noticed her state and shared a look before lowering their camera. They made room for her to walk away, and she took that opportunity and made a run for it.

     She managed to squeeze her way through some of them by using her elbows to push them out of her way. She hissed at their nails digging into her skin and her lips pressed into a thin line to prevent herself from screaming at the top of her lungs. Her lips emitted a small prayer, and just like that her prayers were answered when her body slammed into Cindy’s. “Oh my God, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” her best friend sighed in relief before taking her into her arms. 

     [Y/N] melted into her arms, using her big oversized jacket to hide her face inside. “Thank God,” she muffled into her chest and she felt her hands rubbing her back comfortably as she yelled at the paparazzi. 

     “Shit, is that blood?” Cindy worried, her voice wavering at the end as she had her hands on her arms. She pulled her friend away from her chest and removed a few hair strands away from her damp face. She cupped her face, looking for other injuries on her delicate features. “They’re gonna fucking pay.”

     Cindy stepped in front of her, pulling her phone out and waving it in the air, earning the photographers’ attention. “You guys have five seconds before I call the cops on you,” she said with a stoic look, eyes cold and rigid as she looked at them with a look of disdain. 

     [Y/N] touched the scabs on her left arm and gritted her teeth together as she felt a burning pain searing through her. She quietly cursed, not noticing two of her friends dashing towards her with concerned looks. “[Y/N], are you okay?” they asked in unison, their hands touching her shoulders and she flinched with a small whimper.

 

     She nodded sarcastically, “Yeah. Never been better,” she answered in a bitter tone, making the pair share a look. She sighed in frustration and rubbed her glistening face, listening to her co-star. “Well, the good thing is that the paps are gone. Thanks to Cindy.” 

     [Y/N] sniffled, moving her gaze away from her friends toward Alex and his friends, her eyes tinted with hope as her eyes darted across the almost empty bar. She found them sitting and hunched at the corner and she frowned when she detected no signs of Alex. She locked eyes with Jamie, who gave her a worried look, to which she replied with a nod. She breathed out in relief when she noticed none of them were injured, but the ache in her stomach punched her gut as her mind wandered back to how the paparazzi treated Alex, making her heart stumble over its own rhythm. 

     Her lips twitched and she subconsciously hid her bare arms inside her long sleeves, hiding her bruises as she gave Jamie a look, mouthing Alex’s whereabouts. Just as he was about to answer, a gentle hand took hold of her right arm, where she thankfully didn’t have any bruises, and pulled her attention away from Jamie. [Y/N] slowly moved her head, meeting Cindy’s concerned look. “There’s a cab waiting for us outside.” 

     [Y/N]’s eyes burned with exhaustion and she nodded. She scrubbed her eyes with her knuckles before taking one last glance at them, in hopes of seeing him, but much to her disappointment they were nowhere to be found. Her hand slowly drifted over her mouth to hide her growing frown, and she let Cindy guide them out of the old pub. “I never got his name.” 

     Cindy looked back at her, her lips curving upwards but faltering when she noticed her frown. Her eyes softened and she pulled her closer, rubbing her shoulder as they headed to the exit. Goosebumps broke into her skin as she felt the cold wind hit her skin, making her shiver. The duo went inside the car with [Y/N] quietly mumbling that she wanted the window seat. The car drove off and she watched the old pub slowly disappear, leaving an empty feeling clouding inside her chest.

     “What was the name of their band again?” [Y/N] asked her best friend, her eyes tinted with hopefulness. Her shoulders dropped when she watched Cindy halt with her response, displaying an unsure expression. She cursed under her breath as disappointment etched onto her features.

 

     “I’m not sure…It was something about Arctic–or was it Atlantic?” Cindy replied with furrowed eyebrows, giving the actress a shrug. The strawberry blonde’s eyes softened and she wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to her side. “Oh, don’t worry, babe, you’ll reunite one day.”

     “I doubt that.”

[curiositymemes]

STICK SEASON: WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER.

taken from the 2023 album by noah kahan. trigger warnings for mental illness, trauma, medication, references to suicide, and the exquisite agony of life in rural new england. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

northern attitude.

how you been? 

you settled down?

you feelin’ right? 

you feelin’ proud?

you settle in to routine.

what does it mean? 

i’m not how you hoped.

you’re gettin’ lost.

scared to live, scared to die. 

you’re feelin’ lost.

stick season.

you must’ve had yourself a change of heart.

now i am stuck between my anger and the blame that i can’t face.

it’s half my fault, but i just like to play the victim. 

i’ll dream each night of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose. 

i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad. 

i miss the way you laugh.

you once called me forever now you still can’t call me back.

that’ll have to do.

my other half was you.

i hope this pain’s just passin’ through, but i doubt it. 

all my love.

how have things been?

well, love, now that you mention it.

i’m sayin’ too much, but you know how it gets out here.

now i know your name, but not who you are.

it’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood.

you got all my love.

if you need me, dear, i’m the same as i was.

what i’d give to have you out of me.

i still recall how the leather in your car feels.

and at the end of it all, i just hope that your scars heal.

i swear i was scared to death.

i smiled stupid the whole way home.

you said, ‘i’ll never let you go.’

she calls me back.

there was heaven in your eyes. 

everything’s alright.

look at me and don’t you lie.

don’t you hold your head up high.

for bullshit, i do not have time.

do you lie awake restless?

why am i so obsessive?

this town’s the same as you left it.

the radio is taunting me.

i don’t get much sleep most nights.

i’m seeing you in every dream.

if only i could fall asleep. 

i’ll love you when the oceans dry. 

i was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.

come over.

it was there when we got here, will be there when we leave.

you won’t have to guess who they’re speakin’ about.

i’m in the process of clearin’ out cobwebs. 

i was takin’ the wrong meds; feels good to be sad.

my house is just barely big enough for my family.

my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it.

i promise you, darlin’.

you won’t ever go back.

i know that it ain’t much.

i know that it ain’t cool.

you don’t have to tell the other kids at school.

someday i’m gonna be somebody people want.

new perspective.

makin’ me nostalgic.

we were kids; but that don’t make this less hard.

if i could fly i doubt i’d even do it. 

i’d probably get high and crash or somethin’ stupid.

gave me your word.

i can’t pronounce it.

no thing so sure that i can’t learn to doubt it.

everywhere, everything.

would we survive in a horror movie?

we trust everyone we meet.

we’re littered with scars from our preteens.

i wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat.

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours. 

i know every route in this county.

maybe that ain’t such a bad thing.

i’ll tell you where not to speed.

it’s been a long year.

orange juice.

honey, come over.

it’s yours if you want it.

we’re just glad you could visit. 

feels like i’ve been ready for you to come home for so long.

i didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone. 

why’d you go?

my heart has changed and my soul has changed.

you just asked me to hold you.

it made you a stranger and it filled you with anger.

my life has changed.

the world has changed.

don’t you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?

are we all just pullin’ you down?

strawberry wine.

darling, speak to me.

don’t you say a word.

you thought you were cursed?

i’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.

if i could lose you, i would.

all the time we used to have.

the things i miss but know are never coming back. 

no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft.

growing sideways.

finally found some middle ground.

i said, ‘i’m cured.’

i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts.

i’m still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them.

it’s a start.

but i ignore things and i move sideways ‘til i forget what i felt in the first place.

i know there are worse ways to stay alive.

everyone’s growing and everyone’s healthy.

if my engine works perfect on empty, i guess i’ll drive. 

i forgot my medication, fell into a manic high.

now i’m sufferin’ in style.

why is pain so damn impatient? ain’t like it’s got a place to be.

if all my time was wasted, i don’t mind. 

i’ll watch it go.

it’s better to die numb than feel it all.

halloween.

the dawn isn’t here, the sun hasn’t rose.

they got money to make and children back home.

i worry for you, you worry for me.

the bridges have long since been burnt. 

i’m leavin’ this town and i’m changin’ my address.

i know that you’ll come if you want.

i’m losin’ myself.

i’m seein’ my life on a screen.

i know that you fear that i’m wicked and weary.

i know that you’re fearin’ the end. 

i only tell the truth when i’m sure that i’m lyin’. 

homesick.

are you bored yet?

the weather ain’t been bad if you’re into masochistic bullshit.

this place is such great motivation for anyone tryna move the fuck away from hibernation. 

time moves so damn slow i swear i feel my organs failing.

i stopped caring ‘bout a month ago, since then it’s been smooth sailing. 

i would leave if only i could find a reason. 

i got dreams, but i cant make myself believe them. 

i’ll spend the rest of my life with what could have been. 

i will die in the house that i grew up in.

i’m homesick. 

still.

i don’t wanna say goodbye.

it only falls into place when you’re fallin’ to pieces.

you miss something that you can’t place but you can’t deny it. 

you can’t stay here.

it’s hard to face and it feels too ugly.

it’s like i’m still here with you. 

can i fix what is broken?

the view between villages (extended). 

for a minute, the world seems so simple.

i am not scared of death.

i’ve got dreams again.

there is meanin’ on earth. 

i feel so far from it.

it’s all washin’ over me. 

i’m angry again. 

the things that i lost here, the people i knew.

they got me surrounded for a mile or two. 

i found a town big enough for anything i want.

i’m not a city girl, by any means.

it still has a lot of meaning to me.

i grew up there. 

your needs, my needs.

you ain’t gotta tell me what it means.

i promise to be there this time. alright? 

you were a work of art.

that’s the hardest part.

i’m naming the stars in the sky after you.

dial drunk.

i promised to forget you.

i ain’t takin’ any fault.

am i half the man i used to be? i doubt it.

forget about it, whatever.

it’s all the same anyways.

i ain’t proud of all the punches that i’ve thrown. 

for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone.

i gave your name as my emergency phone call.

i’d die for you.

from charmin’ to alarmin’ in seconds.

i’ll let the pain metastasize.

i beg you, sir, just let me call.

let’s wait, i swear she’ll call me back.

son, are you a danger to yourself?

fuck that, sir.

son, why do you do this to yourself?

paul revere.

this place had a heartbeat in its day.

nothin��� was the same.

it just ain’t that simple, it never was.

one day i’m gonna cut it clear.

i’m not from around here.

i’ll leave before the road crew’s out. 

i’ll turn up the music and i’ll forget.

i’m not ready to let go yet.

i’ll just pretend i didn’t hear.

it’s typical, i fear.

folks just disappear.

if i could leave, i would’ve already left.

no complaints.

i thought i had something and that’s the same as having something.

i get mad at nothing.

i pull no punches, then feel bad for months.

thought i was raised better, tried to fake better.

now the weight of the world ain’t so bad.

i saw the end, it looks just like the middle.

i filled the hole in my head with prescription medication.

who am i to complain?

now the pain’s different. It still exists, it just escapes different.

yes, i’m young and living dreams.

i’m in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen.

call your mom.

oh, you’re spiralin’ again.

don’t you cancel any plans.

stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you let it out and let it in.

don’t let this darkness fool you.

i’ll drive all night.

i’ll call your mom.

oh, dear, don’t be discouraged.

i’ve been exactly where you are.

if you could see yourself like this.

you’dve never tried it.

stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you told me that you had to go.

throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason.

don’t wanna drive another mile wonderin’ if you’re breathin’.

won’t you stay with me?

you’re gonna go far. 

this is good land, or at least it was.

it takes a strong hand and a sound mind.

it makes me smile to know when things get hard, you’ll be far from here.

pack up your car.

put a hand to your heart.

say whatever you feel.

be wherever you are.

we ain’t angry at you, love. 

you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost.

the birds will still sing.

we’ll be waiting for you, love.

we’ll all be here forever.

we spent so long just getting by.

that’s the thing about survival; who the hell likes livin’ just to die?

you told me you would make a difference.

it won’t be by your own volition if you step foot outside this town.

it’s all we’ve had for always.

you’re gonna go far.

if you wanna go far, then you gotta go far.

forever.

let’s drive for no reason.

you look fine in the evening.

honey, it’s starting to storm.

used to wish i meant anything to anywhere, to anyone.

i’m glad i get forever to see where you end.

i won’t be alone for the rest of my life.

i’ll meet a girl in the heat of july.

i’ll tell her so she knows.

i’m broke, but i’m real rich in my head.

when i hold her close, i might loosen my grip, but i won’t ever let her go.

[metal-and-machetes]

The Downward Spiral

—

Jed Olsen isn’t who he says he is.

Ghostface has a thing for the young reporter.

Danny Johnson always takes what he wants.

—

This is a dark Ghostface DBD fanfiction. Content warning:

Stalking

Torture

Sexual violence

Knifeplay

Dubcon/Noncon

Blood kink

Graphic descriptions of violence

A very mean Danny Johnson

Some wound fingering

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. If the above are triggers for you, do not proceed. DBD lore does not suggest Danny is fun or nice, I wrote him as such.

Originally posted on my AO3

—

Listen, I’m not going out tonight. I’m already in my pajamas and I’m just not in the mood.”

“Oh c’mon! Look, I know you’re bummed about your boyfriend breaking up with you, but I really think a girls’ night would do you good!” You sighed. Cass had good intentions, she was just trying to help, but you were just not in the mood tonight.

“It’s not just that. I still think that call was out of character for him. He just sounded… something wasn’t right.” You sighed. “He sounded scared…”

“Need I remind you that he’s the same man who made you cry, on like, multiple occasions. He was a piece of shit, babe. He really isn’t worth your time, he’s not worth any woman’s time.”

She was right. He wasn’t very nice to you. He blew you off, he was always late picking you up for dates, and he was just a jackass. Still though, something just felt off about his message. And then he just… vanished.

“Hellooooo?”

“Sorry, sorry. Hey, and not only that, what about the curfew? Roseville PD will be crashing parties, and I don’t think an office party is an exception.”

Cass huffed. “We’re the newspaper. I don’t think they’ll shut us down. You know Jed’s supposed to be here too.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Jed Olsen. He showed up a few months ago with a stacked portfolio and a ‘winning attitude’ according to the editor in chief. Jed Olsen with his confident smile. Jed Olsen with his dark hair and deep brown eyes. Jed Olsen with the entire office head over heels for him. You weren’t any different. Jed was nice to you, if not a little flirty, Cass pointed out that he seems to hang around your desk and chat with you the most. Jed was, in every way, miles better than your ex boyfriend.

“Tell him I said hi.” You replied. “I’m not leaving my house tonight.”

Cass sighed, defeated that her master plan didn’t get you to leap into your car and speed off to the party. “Okay, we’ll miss you tonight.”

“Have fun, let me know when you get back home.”

The line cut out after you exchanged goodbye and you were once again left in silence. You opened the microwave and tossed a bag of popcorn in, leaning against the counter as the machine heated the snack up and you went through the mail. Junk, junk, junk, bill, bill, coupon. You paused when you got to the Roseville Gazette.

TWO FOUND SLAIN IN ANOTHER HORRIFIC GHOSTFACE MURDER by Jed Olsen.

The screaming ghost mask stared back at you, taunting you, watching you. Jed’s career took off when the Ghostface killings began. The exclusive photos, taken by the murderer himself, certainly helped. But so did the interviews Jed conducted, you’ve seen them, he was so sympathetic and kind to the victims’ friends and family. And he wrote like a god. No one seemed to question how Jed’s ‘insider’ gets him the photos, you don’t think anyone even cares.

You tossed the paper aside and stopped the popcorn, dumping it in a bowl and making your way to the couch and pressing play on the video you rented tonight.

Twenty minutes into the video, the phone rings. You huff and press pause to pick up the line.

“Hello?”

“Hello there.” The voice was male, albeit a little mechanical, but it was over the phone.

“Um, who’s this?”

“Who do you want it to be?”

You scoffed. Seriously? A grown man prank calling? “Okay, you’re either some random man who picked my name out of a phonebook, or you’re one of his friends being a jackass.”

“Can’t say I know who that is, doll.”

“So you just call random numbers? Or did Cass give you my number?” You found a smile pulling at your lips, starting to have a bit of fun with the stranger. Who’s to stop you, really. “Can’t imagine that isn’t something she’d do.”

“What can I say? The curfew had me bored, must’ve dialed the wrong number, but I’m not complaining. What are you up to?” Fuck it. You’ll entertain this.

“Just watching a scary movie I picked up from the video store after work.”

“Oh really? What’s your favorite scary movie?” He inquired. I was practically blushed at the smoothness of his voice.

“Halloween. Personally, I think John Carpenter makes the best horror.”

“Well, he is the Master of Horror. So, you got a name, doll?” I laughed.

“What about your name, mystery man? You called me first.”

The voice chuckled on the other end. “Well, tell me your name, I’ll tell you mine.”

You jumped up onto the counter. “Why should I do that?” A giggle rose in your throat.

A pause.

“I wanna know who I’m looking at.”

Time seemed to freeze. Your heart rate picked up and your breathing became quicker. The giggle died and became bile rising. There was a roaring in your ears and you began to stammer in fear. “Wh-what did you just say?” You misunderstood him, you must have! No one would say that, and if they did, it was just a cruel joke.

“You heard me, sweetheart. I saw you reading the front page. Do you like my work? You’re talking to Roseville’s biggest celebrity.”

No fucking way…

“I’m calling-“

“The cops? They wouldn’t make it in time, they’d find you gutted and I’d be long gone by then, just pictures of me and your pretty corpse.” His voice changed, it wasn’t flirty or sexy anymore, it was downright terrifying. It was aggressive and harsh, no more seduction. He wasn’t toying anymore, he had begun his hunt. “The only thing calling the cops would stop is how long I plan on playing with you.”

“What the hell do you want?” You growled, flinching when a flash went off out of the corner of your eye from the small window above the sink, but when you looked at it, no one was there.

“Heh. Pretty picture. But, won’t you smile for me, doll? I’ll be sending these to the paper in the morning, I want you looking your best for the obituary they write for you.” Ghostface teased.

“Quit playing around, fucker!” You pulled a knife out of the drawer and crept out of the kitchen and into the living room. “C’mon, asshole. Let’s see what you’re made of.”

The man laughed on the other end of the call, tsking at you as if you were a fool. “Well… then it’s a good thing you left the garage door unlocked.”

The dial tone blared in your ear as he hung up, leaving you in silence, the only thing scoring your last few moment was the soundtrack of Halloween 2 playing quietly. You lowered the phone, gripping the knife as your fingers began to sweat. It was too quiet. You scoffed and began to dial 911, but before you could finish dialing, you were tackled by a large figure.

“Fuck!” You thrashed as the two of you wrestled, your foot connecting with his chest and shoving him off of you. You sat up and cursed as the soulless black eyes of Ghostface’s mask bore into you before grabbing the knife and swinging at him, just missing his hand. He tilted his head as you two circled the couch, his hunting knife at the ready like yours.

“You’ve got spirit, doll. I like a challenge. I like a little fight.” His voice was distorted by a modulator, sounding the exact same as the mechanical voice over the phone.

“Fuck you!” You screamed, lunging at the killer and landing a cut on his forearm.

He yelled furiously. “You bitch! If you would just cooperate and lay down and die this wouldn’t be so bad!”

You turned and made a break for the door, hoping, praying, that you could open it and scream and your neighbors would come to your rescue. Instead, a sharp pain bloomed in your back and a scream ripped from your throat as the sharp pain was torn from your back and renewed in your flank. Ghostface’s hand tangled into your hair and your head connected with the wall, leaving you engulfed in darkness.

—

When you came to, your head was pounding. You could feel a dull pressure in your flank and something warm and sticky was running down your scalp, and was the room spinning? What room where you even in? What day is it? Shit… what happened to you?

“Oh look, you live.” You groaned and turned your head towards the mechanical voice. Ghostface was lounged in a plush chair, legs spread as if he were right at home. “You know, you’re a tricky one! Who knew you’d put up a fight!”

Oh right… he caught you…

“What do you want from me…” You slurred, trying to focus on stringing your words together. How concussed where you? Ghostface tilted his head. “Are you going to murder me?”

“Aw, don’t be scared, sweetheart, that part will be quick.” He stood and casually made his way to the side of the bed, gripping the knife that was still jammed into my side. His unoccupied hand clamped over my mouth as he slowly twisted the blade, my muffled screams having little affect on his sympathy as I thrashed and began to cry. Ghostface chuckled. “The part before however, I’ll be taking my sweet time.”

“Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you!” You barked, squirming as he ran his leather clad fingers down the column of your throat.

“Sucks that your boyfriend broke up with you, huh?” He teased. “Maybe you wouldn’t have been alone tonight, huh?”

“Wh-How do you know that?”

“Speaking of, have you heard from him lately? I think I saw somewhere in the paper that there were two bodies butchered beyond belief.” Your eyes widened. “Maybe you should’ve gone to the Gazette’s party, but I was counting on you being a recluse instead. You’re so predictable, doll. And a dumb bitch too. You really shouldn’t just go around telling people so much about yourself. That’s dangerous, you never know who exactly you’re talking to.”

“How do you know all of this? The party, the break up, who the hell are you!?” Tears spilled out of the corners of your eyes as Ghostface stroked your hair and stared at you, seemingly taking in your pathetic, half dead state. “Why are you doing this?”

Ghostface remained silent, but his hand rose up towards that mask and you knew what it meant. It meant whatever chance you had of getting out of this alive. It meant you were doomed to end up on the front page of the Gazette. You could see it now, ‘The Ghostface Killer Strikes Again, One Dead’. What you couldn’t foresee was the face behind the screaming plastic mask, because you would have never guessed that Jed Olsen’s brown eyes would be staring back at you. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

“No… No, no, it’s not y- it can’t be you, Jed!” You sobbed as he ran his fingers through the blood on your cheek and examined them. You thrashed against the restraints on your wrists and ankles, desperate to run from him.

“You’re even prettier when you bleed.” You groaned and shake your head as he cleaned the blood away from the leather with his tongue. “Way more satisfying than the look on your ex-boyfriend’s face as he made that phone call to you with a knife to his throat, thought I’d let him go too! Hah!”

“Jed… please don’t do this, please let me go, I won’t tell anyone!” You felt so pathetic begging, but it was all I could do. Jed looked back down at you, a short laugh escaping his lips.

“You won’t tell anyone, huh? I can’t risk it, sweetheart, you’ve seen my face now.” You yelped when he grabbed the knife and ripped it out of your side, examining the way your blood dripped from it. “But our fun is just beginning.”

“Please… I- I’ll- I’ll help you cover up the murders! Please Jed!”

He shushed you softly, stroking your cheek with a gentleness that was almost cruel while his other hand pressed against the wound on my flank. “The more you fight, the harder this will be. You’re going to do everything I tell you, you’re not going to fight, and you’re going to be a good pet. Do you understand?”

“Fuck- Fuck you!” Jed scoffed and jammed his fingers into the wound while holding his hand over your mouth, pulling a weak scream from you. “Jed! Stop! Stop, it hurts!”

“Do you understand now, bitch!?”

You nod reluctantly, gasping when his fingers left the wound. This was it, you were going to die and there was nothing that you could do about it. Worst of all, you liked Jed. He was always nice to you, he was gorgeous, he was smart, he was everything you wished you could have in a man. And even now, even as he played around with you in the cruelest way, he looked ethereal with the eye black and the hood of his outer layer pulled back just enough to let his hair peak through.

“Good pet.” I winced as he patted my cheek a little too aggressively.

“Why are you doing this? Why me? I thought you liked me?”

“Oh doll, I do like you! I think you’re interesting and fun to be around. Why do you think I would hang around you so much at work?” Jed circled the foot of the bed, looking eerily similar to a wolf stalking its prey. “And you were so eager to have my attention.”

“I was being friendly!”

Jed scoffed. “Give me a break, sweetheart. You think you hid it so well, but I didn’t miss the way you blushed, or smiled, or pressed your thighs together when I would lean down over your shoulder to look at what you were working on, my breath on your neck as I praised you. You really enjoyed that.” You gritted your teeth and spat in his face, earning a flinch and an unamused chuckle as he wiped it off. “You’re a lot dumber than I thought.”

He moved like lightning, throwing himself over you and straddling your hips, his buck knife pressed hard against your throat as your eyes went wide in panic. One pull on the knife and you were a goner.

Except there was a part of you, some sick and disgusting part of you, that fucking liked this. Liked the cold, sharp steel biting your skin, liked his weight holding you down, and really liked the press of his bulge against your body. And even more fucked up, you rolled your hips up against it.

“Oh my fucking god. Are you really into this?” Jed leaned down, nearly nose to nose with you. “You little slut, you are into this! Rolling your hips up like a needy little bitch. Want me to take care of that little problem down there for you?”

You whimpered at his cruel words, or maybe you were whimpering because that damn leather felt so good as it glided up your shirt. There was a loud rip as he sliced it off of you, a sadistic grin lighting up his face as he slowly raked his eyes down my body. “Jed I-“

“Danny.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “S-sorry?”

“Name’s Danny. Not Jed.”

This gave you pause, you had so many questions. What else had he lied about? How did he wind up here? Why Roseville? Why choose the Gazette? Why you? “I’m scared… Danny.”

Danny smiled softly and traced your jawline with his knife before stabbing it inches away from your head. “Fear makes pussy taste better.”

You didn’t even get to think before his hand was in your hair and ripping you upward to crash his lips to yours. You whimpered, but didn’t fight, instead you opened your mouth when he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip. You were sick in the head. You had to be. But it felt so good when his fingers slid down your body and pinched your nipple between them.

You let him grope you, you let him run his tongue over yours, you let him do whatever he wanted. He lied to you, he tricked you, and goddammit, he was still the single most sexually appealing person you’d ever laid eyes on. He parted from you and pushed you back down, grinning as he rips the knife out off the pillow and cuts your underwear.

You blushed as he raised it to his nose and inhaled before laughing as his knife slipped back into its sheath. “Pretty fucked up that you’re turned on by a stalker with a knife. I’ll be keeping these.” He stuffed them into his pocket before removing his hood, the shroud, and finally his shirt. Your breath caught in your throat as he stretched and ran his fingers through his hair, locking eyes with him. He was lean, not overly muscular, his chest had various scars, scars from when victims probably fought back. He clearly worked out, you presumed he had to with his… line of work. Danny sighed and leaned down. “You gonna be a good pet for me and be still?”

“Yes…”

“Good.” He nipped your earlobe before he began the torturously slow descent down your body. “I’ve been pining after you for months, sweetheart. But that damn boyfriend of yours…” he sucked a harsh bruise onto your neck. “Always getting in the fuckin’ way. It was so annoying.”

You gasped as he reached your breasts, running his tongue over your nipple, the softness briefly interrupted by the coolness of a ball. You looked down to see a silver ball, a piercing. Because of course he would have one.

Danny continued his descent, kissing and biting your hips until he got where he wanted to be. “And what do we have here, hm?”

Your breath hitched as he slid his hands out of the gloves by his teeth and dragged his cold, bare fingers up your thigh until he was just shy of brushing your vulva. Danny watched your legs tense and your body twitch as he finally ran his fingers between your slit.

“I wouldn’t have guessed being strapped down by a stalker would get you so wet, it’s adorable.” You whimpered as Danny leaned in close to your face and circled you clit slowly with his index and middle fingers. “Such a pathetic slut.”

“N-no!” you protested.

“Oh? You’re not a pathetic slut? Is that why you’re trying to grind on my hand?” he taunted.

“Danny please… I won’t tell anyone, we can be done here!” You felt pathetic begging him for mercy. It was weak and pitiful. “Please.”

“Oh do I love hearing you beg. Tell you what, doll, you play nice and cooperate, and I’ll consider… other options. Deal?” You swallowed, biting back a moan as he pressed a little harder on your clit. That was still Jed’s face hovering above yours. You could pretend it was still him. But pretending would involve ignoring the dull ache in your head from when Ghostface slammed you into the wall. Pretending would involve acting as if the pain from the stab wound on your flank from when Ghostface impaled you didn’t exist. And pretending would involve you looking up at the man with eyeblack and Jed’s face was truly Jed. Jed and not Danny. Jed and not Ghostface. “Tick tock, sweetheart. I’m getting an itch, and I don’t think you want to know what kind of itch it is.”

Danny pulled his fingers away from your clit and pressed them into the stab wound, grinning as a scream fell out of your throat. “Okay! Yes! Yes! I’ll cooperate! Please stop!”

He pulled them back out and shoved them knuckle deep into your pussy. Your eyes widened as your blood mixed with the wetness between your legs, a soft moan falling from your lips.

“You like that don’t you, baby?” He grinned in a way that would have been charming, but with all the eyeblack and blood that splattered on his cheek, it was simply sinister. “Maybe you’re sicker in the head than I thought.”

“That’s- fuck- that’s a lot of talk coming from the man who- mmh- who stalks people like a pervert!” you snapped, back arching as he stroked his fingers in that delicious come hither motion.

“I know I’m sick in the head.” Danny leaned in close, breath ghosting over your lips as he growled. “But you’re the one loving every second of this pervert fucking your hole with my fingers.”

“Shut up!” you snapped, gasping as his fingers spread into a v-shape and stretched your walls.

“You act so prim and proper at work.” Danny kissed your jaw bone with a laugh. “You put on this facade of the young and perky reporter with a great boyfriend and a great life. But I know what you need, Princess.” You cried out as his fingers left your pussy. “You need it filthy. You need it rough. You need me.”

Your breath heaved in your chest as he spread his fingers, streetlights gleaming against the juices that webbed between his long fingers.

“Open.”

“Wh-“ he shoved his fingers into your mouth with so much force you gagged. Danny laughed like a maniac.

“That’s it. Lick them clean and I might give you what you want.”

Fuck. His fingers tasted like your pussy and the copper of blood. This was unhinged. What the fuck were you thinking?

“That’s a good pet.” Danny’s fingers slipped from your mouth and he smiled. “Keep it up, maybe I can find a new use for you besides adding to my body count.”

“Danny-“

He ignored the weak cry of his name as he pushed apart your legs, groaning at the slick folds of your pussy, spotted with blood from his handiwork. Speaking of…

You cried out in pain as he brushed the stab wound. “Fucking hell! Stop!” Your cries were only fuel to his desperate longing and lust as his fingers played around in the wound. How long had he dreamed of this? How many days had he gone home, jacked off in his chair, went and killed, only to be back in the shower beating his cock again to you. He was obsessed.

“When I’m through with you, doll…” Danny growled, “I’m going to have you screaming my name, I’ll infect your brain like a parasite. You won’t be able to even comprehend what happened to you. I’ll have you completely cumdrunk.”

You felt breathless when he finally stopped digging around in the wound, your vision was fuzzy, your head was pounding, and yet still, fucking still! Your pussy was soaking.

“Pathetic, really, how wet you get when I play with my marks.” His dark eyes rose to yours. “I think it’s time I get to taste that sweet pussy.”

You whimper as he pressed his lips to your knee, trailing his tongue and that piercing down, down, down until he bit down on your inner thigh. “Fuck! Ow!”

Danny let go and pressed and open mouth kiss to the bite mark. “How I wish I could feel you pull my hair but… I wouldn’t want you thinking up any ways to start fighting.”

He laughed at your anger before his tongue was running up your slit in the blink of an eye. Oh god it was so warm. You gasp and let out a long, low groan as Danny focused his attention on your clit. You moved your hips best you could as his bloody hands gripped them, leaving red stains on your skin. His eyes lifted and he smiled wickedly.

“That’s it baby…” he lapped as your clit. “Make those pretty noises for me.”

You sighed and arched as tears formed in your eyes. Why did you like this? He was a murderer, a psychopath, he was a liar who created this persona to charm and hypnotize. And you fell for it.

Danny growled and nipped roughly at your clit. You look down with a yelp, locking eyes with him as he slightly lifted an eyebrow in a silent warning before fingers slipped in as he circled and massaged the tongue piercing over your clit.

“You,” he began, looking down at his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy before resting his head on your thigh. “better keep your mind from wondering. I’m all you should be fucking looking at.” He punctuated his point with a deep shove of his fingers. “Understand?”

“Fuck! Yes…” Danny grinned and nodded.

“You wanna cum don’t you?” You didn’t respond, just moaned as he stroked your G-spot. “I asked you a question, bitch!”

“Yes… fuck, yes I wanna cum…” Your cheeks burned as you admitted it. He was hot. This was hot. This was gross. He was gross. You reached that point, your legs began to shake and your body tightened as you exploded, cum flowing out onto his fingers. Danny grinned like a wolf, leaning down as his fingers withdrew.

You whimpered as his tongue touched your asshole, dragging all the way up to catch what dripped out. “God fucking damn, you taste so fucking delicious.” His fingers smeared your cum down your chest as he tweaked one nipple, then the other to illicit cries out of you. “I’m going to fuck you so good, you won’t be able to think straight.”

He stood and slowly unzipped his black pants before working it all down and narrowing his eyes at you. “If I take off those restraints, are you going to behave?”

The black around his eyes made them more intense as he sent that threat to my core. “Yes…”

“Yes, what?” he growled.

“Yes sir?”

He smirked and found the knife again, slicing your restraints off your legs before stealing you and cutting the ones from your arms. You hesitated then brought your arms to his shoulders. How could he look so good with your blood splattered on him? You couldn’t deny it any longer, you were grossly into this. You were into him. Even if he wasn’t Jed. Even if he was Ghostface. You were into everything about this. Sure, the blood loss made it easier, but you accepted your fate.

Danny leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was softer, more chaste. His hand drifted down your torso, lifting to grab his cock in his hand, pumping it before he teased the head against your slit.

“Please…”

“Look me in the eyes and try again, sweetheart.” he whispered.

You sighed, lifting your eyes to his and murmured “Please fuck me, Mr. Ghostface.”

Danny laughed then thrusted deep into you. You cried out as he began a brutal pace, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist and your nails digging into his chest. “Fuck, so tight… god dammit!”

You whimpered and arched your back. The wound in your side still bled, you could feel it smear as his hand passed over it to pull a brief cry of pain from you. He grabbed the knife again and pressed it against your throat.

“You’re so lovely, covered in blood.” He purred, pressing harder, eyes darkening as he grinned. Your own eyes widened as he pumped faster, fear taking over as you. Danny groaned. “God, you slut. You just clenched at the thought of his knife slicing you right open.”

Danny moaned as you clinched again, then his eyes sparkled with an idea. He pinned you down at the elbow, exposing your inner bicep, the soft flesh exposed as he brought the hunting knife to the skin.

“No! Danny no please don’t cut me again!” You screamed when the blade bit into the skin, a sob wrenching from your throat as he carved at your arm. Each scream drew a moan from him, for every cut forced a squeeze from you. “Stop! Please! It hurts so fucking much! Fuck you!”

“Aw baby. But you’re squeezing me- fuck- so good.” He thrusted unevenly, clearly close to an orgasm. “Fuck, c’mon sweetheart…”

With one last deep slice, he came, cumming inside you as he practically roared with relief. You started sobbing, blood pouring from your arm and side, that headache that you forgot about coming back with a vengeance. The room was getting fuzzy. It hurt. You didn’t know exactly what it was that hurt the most, but it all hurt.

Danny smiled, slowly pulling out of you, sitting back on his heels and looking down at his handiwork, almost admiring it. He stayed straddling you, then started laughing again. “You know sweetheart… I think I can make a deal for you.”

You gazed up blearily, vision going in and out. “Deal…?”

“I’ll keep you alive… but not here. No… no Im taking you with me.” Danny’s breathing picked up. “It needs you. It needs a survivor. A sacrifice…”

Your brows creased as he raised the knife. “No… you… you said I’ll live!”

“I’m taking you where I’m going. We’re you will be mine forever.” He stabbed down and pierced your heart, ripping the knife out to slash your throat. Blood filled your lungs as you coughed and choked. Your eyes widened as your head lolled, eyes registering what he marred into your arm. ‘MINE’.

As the world faded, Danny’s fingers stroked your hair. “I’ll see you real soon, sweetheart.”

[ms-fade]

Poly lockwood x Lucy x fem reader where reader is being a brat and they put her in her place smut

Make me

Poly!Lockwoodxlucy x fem!reader

Oh man, this was longer then I thought it was going to be, and ended to short. This is the longest fic on here that I have made and I love this so much! Please read the warnings. Also I call him lockwood/Anthony at different times.

Warnings: Daddy/Mommy, brat taming, name calling: Slut, brat, good/bad girl, hardcore, chocking, the reader being kinda a bitch, edging, fingering.

You groaned as you sat on your chair in the kitchen, everyone was here and it was so early in the morning. You did not want to wake up, and the way you woke up was being pushed off the bed. You were in a bad mood and even the sun outside the widow pissed you off.

“George, will you get me more tea?” You ask the boy at the pot that had already given you so many cups. “I think you’ve had enough because you already had so much. I don’t see how you can drink that much sugar.” Your boyfriend said with a teasing smile.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, you weren’t in the mood. “I don’t remember asking you.” Your voice filled with venom. Your partners look at you as your face clinched away from them. “Honestly it’s fine, you’re the only one who drinks this brand anyway.” George came over and filled your cup and you thanked him.

Taking the sugar you filled the tea with how much you wanted to and drank it, ending with a sigh. You looked over to see them looking at you already, “What?” There it was, the attitude.

“Are you feeling alright?” Lucy asked as she reached her hand to hold yours. It was actually comforting and made you feel calmer. “Yeah, honestly I really need a shower.” Getting up and smiling at her as you took your hand off hers.

“Don’t use all the hot water.” And for some reason his tone made you go back to being irritated . Looking back at him and raising your brow, “I can’t control the water heater, if it goes out not my fault.” You huffed and walked out of the kitchen as they all stared in confusion.

Lockwood was confused but also a bit angry with the attitude you gave him, lucy was just as confused as George. “She woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” George poked fun and turned back to his plate. Lucy looked at lockwood and could tell this was getting under his skin.

Lucy grabbed his hand and tried to think why you were being a little mean, “She’s just tired. A shower outta fix it.” Lockwood looked down at her and realized that was probably the reason. You did get grumpy when you were tired so he calmed himself down. You’ll probably apologize later.

You sighed as you walked out of the bathroom after a long shower, you felt a lot better but you couldn’t shake the feeling in your stomach. Waking down the stairs you went to grabbed a book only to see your partners sitting down and cuddling while lockwood held a book in his hand.

“Where’s George?” You asked entering the room and they turned to you. “He’s out doing research, how was your shower?” Lockwood smiled at you. “It was nice.” You walked over to the small table and get the book you left on it.

“Come gone us, my lap is free.” Lucy asked as she opened her arm. “I’ll stick to my book.” You gave her a sassy smile. Lucys smiled dropped because it was now both of them getting the attitude.

“What’s wrong, baby. Your acting weird.” Despite being a bit mad she was worried about you, and her voice was soft and caring. “Me? What would give you that idea.” Crossing your arms and putting your weight into one foot.

“Darling, we’re just worried no need to get that way.” You glared at him and felt yourself get annoyed. “Oh, and what am I acting like lockwood? Tell me.” His jaw tightened and so did his gaze.

“Just calm down.”

That was it for you. “Screw you.” Laughing in anger you walked away and down to the kitchen away from them. Why where you being this way? You didn’t know why you were so worked up all of a sudden…And why it was kinda fun to watch them get mad?

You opened your book as you started the kettle with more tea. Your back turned to the door and only focusing on the words on the pages, this was calming. “We need to talk.” You heard the kitchen door open and Lucy speaking, you knew Anthony was with her.

“We’re talking right now.” You didn’t turn back and spoke with little interest. You knew this was wrong and you were being rude- But what was going to happen? Your stomach was filling up with butterflies at what could happen next.

“Y/n, you look at me right now.” Lucy raised her voice and sound like a scolding mother. You did what she ask and turned to face them both. Anthony had both hands on his hip and Lucy crossing her arms, you felt the tension. Their eyes were hard and mad, you could tell.

“What?” You asked leaning back on the counter. “That, your little attitude.” God she was so cute when she was angry. “You’re acting like a brat. You wanna apologize?” You smirked as he backed her up.

How far could you push this?

“What? Can you not handle it, how cute.” Giggling you eyed them. “I don’t need to apologize, I’ve done nothing wrong.” You saw their chest get puffed out and the room go silent. They looked unimpressed and their glare was making you almost squirm underneath.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to apologize.” He moved passes lucy and around the table and your stomach drop this time. You wanted to apologize to them and be good, but the disobeying side was winning.

“No.” You rolled your eyes and took your book and went to walk out the room and Lucy moved fast to meet you before you got tothe door. She walked closer and you backed up with each step she took. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

You backed up until you hit someone hard and you knew it was his chest, it was warm and it’s the only possibility in this situation. “You’re such a brat, that little mouth of yours is disrespectful.” Lucy spoke as she got closer. Your waist was grabbed and held into place to keep you still.

“You are always our good girl, and what’s gotten into you?” She reached up and stroke your cheeks while putting in a soft face. Anthonys hand went around your body and then up to grab your jaw into his hands. “You have one more chance, apologize and we take this slow.” His voice growled in your ear.

“Make me.” You regret the words the second they left your mouth, because you knew there was no going back. “I can’t wait till you start begging.” Lucy spoke before she closes to gap between you and started to kiss you. It was rough and sloppy but felt good. That’s when you felt your neck being squeezed and your air cut off, you tried to gasp but you couldn’t.

She didn’t stop kissing you and it made you lose any air you could get, you closed your eyes and started to try and get away. “We warned you but just wanted to be a brat.” Lockwood kisses your ear and your lips quivered against Lucys lips.

“You know only good girls get to breath, but you’re not a good girl are you? No, no. You’re a dumb little slut who needs to be punished.” You wanted to plead to them but you couldn’t. From the lack of air you started to feel lightheaded and they could tell.

Lucy pulled away and looked at him and then his grip left and you finally gasped for air. You coughed and catch your breath as tears rolled out your eyes. “That was just the start of it.” You looked back up at lucy. You whimpered and gave her your begging eyes but she was to angry for them to work.

“You’re kitten eyes wouldn’t work on me, they might later but not now.” You squeaked as your body was pulled back again by your shorts being pulled down. You blushed and felt yourself get shy as she looked down and saw you had no underwear one.

“You wanted this, you acted up just to get fuck dumb didn’t you.” She asked with a smirk. You looked away and in embarrassment and felt lockwood chuckled against you. “Oh, she did.” He teased. Lucy got closer and her hand landed on your stomach and worked it’s way down.

“I’m sorry.” You pouted and tried to apologize but it was no use. “No your not.” You gasped and stood on your toes as her finger entered you without warning. “Someone who was sorry wouldn’t be this wet right now.” Moaning as she thrusted her finger in your hole.

“You know how to apologize, do it and maybe we’ll think about going easy on you.” He sank his teeth into your shoulder without hesitation and you screamed out in pain. Your body felt overwhelmed and your brain fuzzy with pain and please.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Opening your eyes to look at lucy, her eyes already staring back at you. “I’m sorry mommy, I’ll be good.” You whined and tears came back into your eyes. She looked at the man behind you and they spoke with their eyes. “Not good enough.”

“Oh fuck.” You threw your head back onto his shoulder while she added another finger. You could hear the wet noises coming from your pussy. “That mouth is so filthy tonight,” his hand made its way back around to your neck and you got ready to be chocked again, “I’m going to stuff it and put it to better use.”

Luckily he was softer this time when he chocked you and gave you some air to breath. Your legs started to shake as you felt yourself get stimulated. The bubble building up in your stomach was close to being bursted. Lucy took notice how your pussy started to tighten up and pulse around her fingers.

“She’s going to cum.” She stated out loud and before you could feel yourself come undone she pulled her fingers out. You whimpered at the loss of the feeling and catched your breath. “Please, please. I’ll do anything I promise.” You cried and pleaded.

“Good girls get to cum, isn’t that right?” She asked lockwood and you heard him hum in agreement. “She’s right, are you a good girl?” He turned your head to look him into your eyes. “I could be, daddy. I promise, I’m sorry.” The glossy kitten eyes got to him, he gave up a bit.

“What do you think?” He looked away from you and Lucy raised her eyes at him. “Not yet, but we could work up to it.” She took you into her arms and kissed you to which you returned quickly. Just a few minutes ago you wanted nothing more then to disobey but now you wanted to be good. You craved to be praised.

“Go upstairs, and pick a belt. I want you on the bed fully stripped and waiting nicely, the only way for you to be forgiven is with your ass black and blue.” You whimpered out but nodded. She looked at you and your submissive look and smiled, “Thank him, he’s the one who went soft first.” You turned around to kiss Anthony.

His hand placed themselves back on your hips and kissed you, he smiled into the kiss. “Oh, I’m not soft. Just giving her a break before I break her.” You gulped and stepped away. “I’ll go get ready.” They watch you rush out the door.

“I love watching her bare ass walk away.” Lockwood smirked and lucy nodded, “It’s about to be so destroyed.” Lucy giggled and looked back at him, “You actually going to break her?” She asked. He smirked and kissed her with a evil look.

“I’m going to make her cry, she needs to learn to behave.” Lucy felt herself get warm inside, “I love how you think.” She threw her arms around his neck and his hands pulled her in. “Of course you do, and I love you. Plus, when it comes to her we both think the same.” Lucy and him kisses one more time.

“Now lets show her what it means to be punished.”

[thefirstknife]

Sorry to dump this rant in your inbox but the community’s attitude this entire season has legit got me tilted to the point I ignore pretty much the entire community outside of tumblr and a few irl friends. A lot of it has been frustrations I’ve had since Lightfall dropped wrt acting like the story was dogshit bc it didn’t give all the answers.

I legit got so fed up with Byf’s whole “oh all this season of the deep lore should have been in Lightfall” stuff bc like. My guy. You were one of the biggest complainers about the seasons having zero lore or story relevance. Fucking pick one or the other. Either seasons are all filled bullshit or you’re gonna get cliffhangered and expected to have some damn patience for storylines to get picked back up over time in the seasons after the main campaign of an expansion is done.

Especially bc like. IMO anyone expecting anything not a cliffhanger from the end of Lightfall when we KNEW The Final Shape was coming after it was just setting themselves up for disappointment, you need big tension and shit like that before the final act and this way getting dripfed answers in the lead up feels less like we’re dicking around doing nothing useful for the entire year as we wait for TFS to drop. It legit felt like being a KH fan back when KH3 dropped who had payed attention and played all the games and knew wasn’t the end of the series, just the conclusion of an arc and anyone mad about the stuff left unfinished was being unreasonable when it was made pretty explicitly clear it would either be answered in the future bc this wasn’t the ending or had been answered ages ago and people just hadn’t bothered to pay attention to it. Lightfall was never going to have all the answers bc it wasn’t the ending, and Bungie has proven they’ll circle back around and answer questions and pick up story beats if you’d just have a little patience! I’ll agree it wasn’t done perfectly and could do with more focus on the Veil and less on Strand but come ON my guy!

Combine that with the general toxicity of non-story focused Destiny YouTubers, especially PvP only typesc about Destiny and the way their fans have behaved and I’m full on not watching Destiny content creators anymore. Genuinely never seen content creators who need to touch grass and maybe just. Take a break. I’m not saying Lightfall was perfect or that Bungie hasn’t fucked up but I’m honestly just. Extremely fucking tired of how the community outside of tumblr has reacted to everything. And I’m especially sick of crybaby crucibros being obnoxious. Much as I don’t actually think it’d be at all good for the game there’s a part of me that thinks the idea of them splitting PvP stuff and PvE stuff into separate Destiny games in the future might have some merit to it purely so those of us who just want to explore and enjoy the story in peace can never bother with them again

Go off, honestly. So true. I've felt the same and I've pretty much not watched any Destiny youtube content in months. I started a few of them, but then stopped because of how utterly annoying and just plain wrong they were. The Lightfall situation is such a shitshow, not because of Bungie or the expansion itself, but because I genuinely believe that Destiny is above the reading level of most gamers.

Obviously, I still have some issues with how some stuff was handled, just as you do. Literally nobody is saying that everything in Lightfall was perfect. And I extend that to all expansions btw. Every expansion had faults. None of them are perfect. I think Lightfall's mysterious storytelling could've been a little bit clearer. And make no mistake, Lightfall WAS clear that nobody knows about the Veil, it just wasn't as clear as it could've been. Nothing would've really changed about the mystery if this was made more obvious earlier on in the campaign.

But dear lord, the bullshit around it is so tiring. I get it. I was confused at first too. I even posted here that I found certain things not as good and that they made me a little annoyed! And like that's fine! Your first impressions are your first impressions. But please move on. Are you seriously deciding everything based on first impressions? Do you never look into things and see if maybe there were things you missed or were wrong about? Like, it's okay to be confused at first and then realise later that you missed things. That's how learning works.

And yeah, the whole "everything should've been in Lightfall's campaign right away" is not only annoying because of the stuff you said, it's also annoying because it ignores that there's too much content to fit inside of a single campaign and also that this content has a theme. The campaign is a self-contained story with a theme and a plot (and the plot is NOT "learn what the Veil is." The plot of Lightfall is "stop Calus and the Witness from destroying Neomuna" which has concluded perfectly well in the campaign). Post-campaign stuff, the Witness cutscene and the Veil Logs are all things that don't fit thematically with the high action 80s movie story about protecting a city from destruction. These things were deliberately spread out through the year to give us multiple stories to follow while we wait for TFS. It's a live service game. You're here for the whole year. And it's fine if that's not the storytelling type you like. It's fine! That doesn't mean the story is objectively bad.

But yeah, agreed with what you said. It helps to vent! There's definitely people out there who are in the same situation and who just want to enjoy the game as usual and not having to deal with crybabies who make the whole experience absolutely miserable and make it impossible to engage with anything. Luckily, there's also always people who are still engaging with the game normally. We like the game and we like engaging with the game. And when I stop liking it, I'll just stop engaging with it. I wish other people could do the same.

[ohtobeleah]

Roll Of The Dice // Jake Seresin

Chapter Four: “What’s Even Real”

Summary: Jake Seresin has never been a believer in life after death, but when he’s caught in a comatose realm stuck between reality and fantasy—what else is there to do but dream?

Warnings: Jake Seresin x F!reader Jake Seresin Angst. Hospitalisation. Grief of a loved one. Slow decline into grief induced madness. Bradley Bradshaw x platonic!reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Author Note: Well. A phatt 85% of you voted for me to flip the story and here you go. I actually LOVE how this series is taking a drastic turn. But just so we’re all on the same page. There is NO HAPPY ENDING. (Also shut the fuck up I’m still on a break)

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(Naval Hospital– Jacksonville, Florida. – Present Day)

Bradley Bradshaw had never been good with hospitals. His therapist had told him once that his ever growing hatred towards the far too sterile environment was due to the fact both his mother and father had passed away in hospital beds surrounded by doctors and nurses who he couldn't really give a shit about enough to remember there names.

But here he was, walking down the hall towards room one hundred and nine of the intensive care unit at the Naval hospital in Jacksonville, Florida. Bradley carried two takeaway coffees, one in each hand as nurses who had become all too familiar with the mustache-clad aviator smiled politely and sent him solemn looks of hopefulness that today might very well be the day. But he knows it's just something they’re taught in medical school. Compassion. Empathy for the friends and family members of the loved ones laying near dead, dying or recovering. Bradley didn't know what category to put Jake Seresin in at the moment, they hadnt really been all that chummy prior to the accident. Not friends nor foes. Just long-term acquaintances who loved you both dearly.

Bradley Bradshaw had known you for his entire life, uncle Sliders kid. The military brat with the heart of gold, thousand watt smile and even bigger attitude. It's probably what drew you and Jake Seresin together. That all too similar attitude and love for a good taunt. Rooster always did catch himself wondering what you saw in him, but then again, beauty was forever in the eye of the beholder. 

“Hey, sorry–the line was crazy today.” Bradley cooed as he knocked with one knuckle on the door that had been slightly ajar. Stepping in, the steady beeping of Jake's heart rate monitor filled the room. “How's he been?” 

“No change–” Was all you mumbled as you looked up from watching Jake breath with assistance to reach out for your coffee order Bradley had had the chance to remember off by heart. “You just missed the Doc.” Bradley could tell just how tired you were just by the way your eyes looked sunken, he knew you weren't sleeping, weren’t eating. He knew that you hadn’t left Jake's side since he was brought into his room. “She said that there's definitely brain activity going on–said he must be dreaming.” You smiled at the thought, you hoped whatever Jake was dreaming of was a hell of alot better than what he would wake up to. “The swellings gone down quite a bit, but it’s just up to him if he wants to fight to come back.”

Bradley moved across the room, grabbing the chair that sat empty in the corner of the room to drag it over to where you sat at your fiance's beside. Like every time he came to visit, he sat with a sigh, leaned into where you sat and kissed your cheek softly, a reassurance he was here for you. 

“Sounds promising.” Bradley pressed his lips together before he took a sip of his coffee, watching as you did the same. “Dice, you look like crap.” 

“I'm gonna let you get away with that one purely because I feel like crap.” You chuckled softly, but it had been just enough to coax the corner of your mouth into a curve. Oh how Bradley missed the sound of your laugh, you were one of his closest friends. Seeing you hurt and struggling through such a crisis made his heart ache worse than he ever imagined it could. From what Rooster could remember of his parents love, they set such a high standard Bradley didn’t know if he’d ever have a chance of replicating—he thought if anything he’d get to live long enough to live vicariously through your love for Jake and watch you thrive in some fairytale life with Hangman that he’d be happy enough with that. But that all seemed so up in the air now.

But here you both sat, watching Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin breathe assisted with tubes of all kinds shoved down his throat. Barely recognisable from the swelling, the cuts, stitches and bruises that littered his face. You could tell he was still your Jake though. 

“If you wanna go home, get some rest? I can stay here with him for as long as you need.” Bradley knew what the answer was going to be before you even shook your head. Letting your gaze linger back on the gentle rise and fall of Jake's chest. 

“No thanks, I wouldn’t want to miss anything—“ It was hard not to cry, but as you tried to coax your fiancé to come back to you? The tears just fell so effortlessly. “He knows I’m here.” 

You carried far too much guilt on your own shoulders for what happened. Jake, although an amazing partner—was an even better wingman. He’d come after you when things got a little too out of control during a recent detachment. He’d saved your life and sacrificed his own. When you’d both been brought back to Florida of all places—You’d asked one of the nurses to contact Bradley for you, he’d been on some carrier somewhere in the middle of the ocean—but he pulled whatever strings he could to get back to you. 

“Jake would want you to take care of yourself if anything Dice, he loves you so much.” Bradley placed a hand on your knee, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the soft grey material of your sweatpants. “You aren’t gonna be any good to him when he finally wakes up if you can’t even keep your eyes open.” 

“He’s such an idiot.” You scoffed, your moods had been vile the last few weeks. You were sleep deprived, hungry, running of steam fueled by Starbucks caffeine and sugar free red bulls from the vending machine. “He shouldn’t have come after me, gives me a goddamn headache just thinking about it, it should have—“ A sob ripped through your chest and you were gone in seconds. Your bottom lip quivered as you fell into a heap against Jake's side, your hand reaching for his as Bradley rubbed a comforting circle against your arched back. “So so so dumb Rooster—he should have just let it be me.” It was supposed to be you. 

“If there’s one person on this planet Hangman would want to die saving Dice, it would be you.” It was hard to hear but Bradley knew you had to hear it. “He would do anything to keep you out of harm's way.” 

“Yeah well, what am I supposed to do if he doesn’t wake up, Rooster?” Rising from the side of Jakes hospital bed, you crossed your legs up into the chair you were perched on. “What if he just doesn’t wake up? And he gets trapped in the dreamscape world his mind is creating while I'm out here, all alone?” Bradley knew the breakdown was coming, he had seen it racing towards him at a million miles an hour over the last few days. Not taking care of yourself while giving your all to someone else was a tiring effort that broke the strongest of souls on their best days. You were only human, a much loved one at that. You didn't deserve this, Jake didn't deserve this. 

“Hey.” Rooster cooed, cupping your cheeks as he gently pressed the pads of his thumbs against your swollen cheeks to wipe away the tears. “Hey, Dice, look at me yeah?” You did hesitantly, not ready to take your eyes away from Jake, your Jake, your darling Hangman, your soon to be husband. “Dice, hell will freeze over before Jake Seresin gives up fighting, it’s Jake we’re talking about right?” 

“I just really really miss him Roo–” You could barely hold your head up with how tired you were, falling into Roosters chest as you sobbed your heart out. It broke his heart to know you were in such anguish. “Every fucking breath that I take since he left feels like a waste on me.” 

“He's here Y/n.” Bradley didn't know what else to do except hold you tight, hold you close as you cried in his arms. Over your shoulder, Bradley took in the sight of Jake Seresin, laying there in his hospital bed, with machines surrounding him helping him do the most mundane task of all. Breathe. Jake had always been the better of them, he didn't ever think, he would just always do. He was the Hangman, the top of his class, the cockiest fighter pilot Rooster had ever had the displeasure of knowing. 

But now? well–Rooster kind of wished that he’d given Jake more of a chance, perhaps there was some perplexing rhythm and reason why Jake was the way he was and did the things and did and said the stupid things he said. 

“He’s here, Doc said that, didn't she? He’s here, just needs some time to find his way back.” 

“I'm losing my goddamn mind Bradshaw.” Stifling a laugh, you sat back up, you wiped your tears and fixed yourself up. Taking a sip of the coffee Bradley had brought you to keep you alert. You had had your moment, now it was time to be brave, be there for Jake when he woke up. “I don't know how much more of this I can take before I lose my mind.” 

“How about I go grab you some food?” Rooster simply asked, standing as he kissed the top of your head. “You like that sushi place down the road, yeah?” 

“M’not that hungry–” 

“I don't care, you need to eat, you can't just–” Before Rooster could finish saying that you couldn't just not eat, you were snapping at him. It wasn't the first time but it was still rather jarring. 

“I said im not hungry, Rooster, you want food fine, go get yourself something, but im not fucking hungry.” It wasn't entirely your fault, Bradley knew it was coming from a place of despair and heartbreak. You couldn't control anything happening around you so you clung to something you could. He’d remembered that from therapy. 

“Okay, well, I'm gonna go grab something to eat and I'll be back okay?” Bradley wasn't expecting an answer, he didn't get one either. All that met him in response was the monotone beeping of Jake Seresins heart rate monitor and the overbearing shattering sound of your own. Pressing his lips together as he shoved his fist into his pocket to fish out his phone. Bradley turned on his heels as he left the room. Leaving you to sit in your own existential crisis.

“Hey kid, how's she doing?” Slider greeted Bradley from the otherside of the phone as he left the same way he came in, passing by the same nurses that now didn't even pay him any attention. Their minds on new patients, new charts to read, new turns of events. 

“I'm really worried about her, she's not eating, not sleeping, she's not doing well at all and I don't know how to help her.” It was the honest truth, Bradley didn't. He didn't know how to help pick up the pieces. Slider, your dad, although a million miles away–felt closer than ever when he brought up Bradley's own mum. 

“You were the same when Carole died kid, wouldn't let a single person help you until you hit rock bottom.” Slider sighed as Braldey pressed the button on the elevator. “She's gonna hit it eventually and when she does it's gonna be brutal but you’ll be there, just don't smother her, treat her like you normally would, watch over her but dont force her to do anything she doesn't want to do.” It was the advice Rooster had been seeking. He knew your dad would know what to say, how to keep him on the straight and narrow. “When she hits that wall you’ll know, because instead of pushing you away she’s gonna grip on, hold tight and not let go for love nor money, Goose.” 

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(North Island —Hard Deck Bar, October 16th 2014) 

“I’m here–” It came out more reluctantly than you really meant it to. But the way Jake Seresin jumped as you came up behind him and made your presence known had you breaking out into a fit of giggles on the front deck of the Hard Deck. 

“Fuck–” Jake groaned as he turned around and held his hand to his tan covered heart. “Why are you so quiet? You move like a goddamn prius?” You didn't know you could roll your eyes as hard as you did. 

“Can we just get this over and done with already?” You sighed dramatically, pushing past Jake as you made your way inside. He was hot on your tail, opening the door for you like the true southern gentleman that his mother had raised him to be. “Oh, thanks.” You hadn’t expected it, no one had ever opened a door for you like Jake had just done. Sure men held doors open in coffee shops in passing before, but this had been an intentional act. Jake had a pep in his step to reach the door before you could. “Why would you do that?” 

“We’re on a date.” It was the cheesy grin you received in return that had you rolling your eyes twice as hard as you;d just done, surprising yourself once more at the diameter they could actually roll. Jake stood there holding the door for you—gesturing for you to step inside. “And my mother would slap me across the face full force if she saw my date opening doors all by herself.” 

“Hangman I really don’t think this classifies as a date.” You tried to shut down the idea before it could bloom into something bigger inside Jake's head. But you were already too late. “I asked if you wanted to grab something to eat and have a couple of beers after work—to get to know my wingman.”

“Oh Lieutenant Dixon, if I can help it? You and I aren't just gonna be just wingman and wingwoman.” Jake shook his head. “So humour me a little, entertain the idea for a single night?” You stood in silence for a mere minute before finally admitting defeat. “One date—“ Stepping inside as Jake led you over to the nearest open bar table with a hand pressed to the small of your back, guiding you through. 

“One date is all you’re gonna get, Headache.” You groaned as Jake pulled the bar chair out from underneath the small round table. He watched as you sat down with a reluctant gruff. Laughing to himself at how easy it was to get under your skin. 

“One date is all I need to make you fall in love with me.” Jake replied as he walked around to find his own chair, handing you the menu as he waved over at Bill, the barkeep. “And just so we’re on the same page here sweetheart—“ Jake leaned in closer to you over the table, watching with hooded eyes and a wicked grin as you did the same. Mimicking him. “You’re a terrible wingwoman, so don’t think falling in love with me will affect your already atrocious aviation skills.” 

“Careful there Hangman.” It wasn’t that you couldn’t already feel yourself gravitating towards Jake, it was that you were scared of just how far the two of you were willing to let this go before pumping the breaks. “Anyone with eyes glued onto their head would think you’re a little obsessed with me.” For some reason, there were a few gold coated pens sitting on the table, possibly but also probably for the keno games that Bull liked to scatter around the joint. Picking one up—Jake clicked the top before placing it in his top pocket absentmindedly. You could never have enough pens. Everytime he needed one he never had one. Everytime he had one he never needed it. 

“Why don’t you roll the Dice and find out?” Jake grinned ear to ear, watching as you raised a brow in response. “Tell me a little about yourself? Perhaps I'll walk away all the more obsessed than I supposedly already am.” 

“Okay–” You simply sighed, dropping your chin as you frowned. Pulling your elbows off the table as you sat back into a slight slump. “This has been fun, really, this whole act–” it was Jake's turn to frown as he listened, noticing how you wore an expression he didn't like one bit. Something laced with self-doubt. “But you can cut it out now.” 

“What are you on about?” Jake asked as he handed you a menu. 

“The whole, you wanna be more than friends shtick you’re really playing up.” Yep, Jake really made you say it out loud. “I'm not the type of girl whos gonna fall in love with you Seresin, I'm not here for that shit, im here–” 

“Because your daddy is Ron Slider Kerner and he's chummy with Admiral Agony?” Jake didn't mean to say it like that's what he believed, he meant to say it in a way that he thought that's what you were going to say. Maybe the look he’d seen plastered across your face before wasn't self loathing after all, because when you straighten your shoulders and let out a scoff. Jake knew he fucked it. “I didn't mean it to sound like that, I just thought that's what you were going to say.” 

“Sure, because you and everyone else here surely don't think I'm the class Nepotism baby.” 

“That's Bradshaws title, get your own Dice.'' Jake was quick on the draw, it forced a laugh to bubble up from deep inside you as you took in the sight of his smile. So bright and all consuming. 

“No Bradleys the gold star kid, but don't tell him I said that!” You sat up a little straighter, knocking your knuckle against the top of the table. “He’s practically family, which means he’ll plant me in the ground if he ever heard me say that.” 

“Well, for the record, I don't think you’re a nepo baby.” Jake cooed, smirking wildly at you from across the table. The Hard Deck had started to get busier around you as you sat with the sandy blonde. The pair of you didn't seem to notice as you got lost in the conversation you were having. Something about Jake just drew you into him, you couldn't figure out what exactly it was that had your heart skipping a beat at the sound of his laugh or the glint in his eye. But there was something there. “I do think you’re gonna have a hard time following me, but I'll do my best to lead us to the top of that ladder, Dice Dixon.” 

You couldn't let Jake get away with thinking he was better than you, if you were going to be the best dynamic duo Mirimar had ever seen you needed it known who was the brains of this operation. And who exactly is what that was going to led you to the top of that leaderboard, to the top of the class and beyond. 

“Seresin, I have known you for the better half of one entire afternoon and I already know the most important thing about you.” You let your back rest against the plush back of the booth chair. Eyeing off the handsome aviator before you, Jake fucking Seresin was about to be the death of you and you knew it. 

“Pray do tell—“ Jake replied as he mimicked your actions. Letting his back rest and the plush of the booth, waiting for you to say something witty. Something he knew he’d never forget. 

“That the only place you’ll lead anymore is an early grave.”

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[prettybrownelf]

idek if you do nsfw for brett but i will take my chance like a gambler in a casino

brett confesses some puppy love feelings but it ends with male reader sucking him off and leaving brett as a whimpering mess

a/n- i do write nsfw for brett!

After Hours

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Brett Hand x Male! Rader

Summary- Brett confesses feeling to you after hours, seems like a good time to show him how much you like him too

Word Count- 690

Content Warnings- Oral (Reader Giving), Slight Bottom Brett, Confessions, Hair Pulling, Slight Fluff

Bretts been acting weird lately. 

It started off small. He would avoid eye contact sometimes, he would lean away from your playful touches. But now, he's just straight up avoiding you. 

You and Brett are close. He was your favorite person in the office, you loved doing work with him. His bubbly attitude lightened the mood from the intense shit you're always having to do, so not having it anymore was a bit upsetting. 

After most people have gone home you are still in your office, as usual. You had assumed Brett had already left until you heard a small knock on your lab door. 

Tiredly standing up, you crack your back before going to the door, ready to tell whoever it was knocking to fuck off. Instead of some random co-worker, your met with Brett. You get more excited than you want to admit once you realize it's him. 

“Brett!” You chirp, smiling up at him. Rather than Bretts usual happy-go-lucky look, he seems genuinely worried. “Hey, (Y/n), can we talk?” You nod a bit as let him walk past you. 

The second you close the door and turn to Brett he begins rambling. “Listen I know we’re really close friends and I don't want to ruin that with you but I have feelings for you and I just wanted to know if you felt the same way but it's totally ok if you don't!” You watch Brett finally take a breath as he waits for your response. 

You can't help the large smile growing across your face as you make your way to him. “Brett you're fine, I have feelings for you too.” Your heart melts as you get Bretts usual puppy dog smile back. “Oh good, I was scared you were gonna hate me.” You giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I could never hate you Brett.” Brett smiles happily as he rests his head on top of yours. “I'll leave so you can get back to work.” He murmurs. 

A tiny smirk crawls across your face as you look up at him. “You don't have to leave.” Brett looks down at you confused as you drag his hand over to your usual seat. “No one here at this time Brett, don't worry.” Brett sits down happily as he looks around your office. 

You can see Bretts face heat up a bit as you sink down on your knees. “Is that ok?” You ask. “Yeah.” Brett shakily breaths as he runs one of his hands through your hair. 

Brett looks back and forth from you and the door as you unzip his pants. “Relax Brett, no one here.” A loud whimper immediately leaves Brett as wrap your lips around him. His grip on your hair tightens, forcing a moan out of you as you slowly work your way up and down. Small whimpers fall out of Bretts mouth as he begins to buck his hips against you. Words seem to be completely lost in Bretts mind as he begins thrusting faster. 

You soon realize that you're not moving your head as Brett continues to use your mouth. His tight grip on your hair allowed him to move your head along with his thrusts. You can feel his cock throbbing in your mouth as you let him use you. Bretts moans get louder and louder as suddenly holds you to his lower waist. 

The feeling of him cumming down your throat mixed with the whimpering mess he was above you made you cum. You can feel your legs shaking as Brett finally lets go of your hair. 

Having air finally back in your lungs makes you cough slightly as Brett calms himself down in your chair. “Did I hurt you?” He asks, lightly petting your hair as you look up at him. “No Brett you didn't.” Brett gives a sigh of relief as he zips his pants up. He grabs your arm to get you into the chair with him as he holds you in his lap. “Can we do that more often?” You laugh as you lay against his shoulder. “Yeah, we can.”

[theauthorunicorn]

In the Bleak Midspring | Steve Harrington (Part 2)

Summary: Spring break comes and the thought of catching up with your boyfriend in Hawkins may include saving the world and heart break.

Read Part 1 of In the Bleak Midspring here.

Read Part 3 of In the Bleak Midspring here.

May contain ST4 Vol 2 spoiler. Read at you’re own risk. 

You’ve been warned.

a/n: I’ve received so many good feedback and has been asking to write part which a truly intend doing so. anyway, let’s just pretend vol 2 heartbreaks did not happen. okay? :)

I tried to ignore what just happened and made my way on the RV as if nothing happens and I made sure that I am literally feet away from Steve Harrington.

Max asked me if I was okay and I just tell her that I am going to be okay what we need to do and focus right now is to defeat One and help her survive this. She told me again about how, "boys sucks" and "you didn't need him Y/N you can fight for yourself" and also how sorry she was about the attitude Steve had earlier.

"You don't need to be sorry for him," I said as climbed to the RV with spear in my hand.

"He might be just stressed out but he did raise his voice Y/N that's the thing I find unacceptable. Because who give him the right to shout at you." Max continues to reason out, "But are you gonna break up with him and like move to New York literally?"

"Hey, even we broke up doesn't mean I'll forget you Max and even with those nasty dingus," Max and I laughed, "I'll still get to visit you here or I can fly you out to New York."

"We didn't break up Max just to be clear." Steve interrupted and as he tries to look for something.

I backed away as soon as he entered the RV and made my way to the end and tried to settle myself.

"Harrington, what the hell are you looking for?" Eddie said as he pushed Steve on the side to make his way to where am I seated.

"Probably keys?" Dustin joked, "Or he'll say sorry to Y/N."

"Really Henderson?" "For real Dustin?" Steve and I said in unison.

"Damn Eddie, look at that still their brains still work the same. Though I can say Y/N is still far better than Steve." Dustin added as he force his way on the window side making me like a spread over a sandwich with Eddie on my left.

Steve just glared at him like a mom telling her son to shut up. "Okay, that was just a joke Steve to relieve the tension over your lovers quarrel, isn't that right Y/N?"

I just rolled my eyes and Steve stood still as his gaze never left mine.

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We dropped Max and the Sinclair's at the Creel's house.

I followed Max as she exited the RV. I removed her headphones, "Be careful and don't let him take over your memory. Whatever happened happens. Don't blame yourself over the things we can't control."

Max nodded, "You too, Y/N. Be careful. I'll see you after this."

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I stayed still between Eddie and Dustin when Eddie started talking, "You know I think he's just upset that you preferred to be in our group instead of his. But kinda eh -" he gestures his hand, "to say those things."

"I know, I just don't want to be with him especially when we're about to go to an alternate Hawkins."

"But he really loves you, you know. Just don't look forward but he's been checking the rear view mirror every now and then checking if you're okay or not." Eddie stated as he fixes his spear.

I chuckled, "I don't know about that Eds, but when you're talking about your future to your ex it doesn't sound convincing as you wanted it to be."

"What do you mean by that, Y/N?" That grabbed Dustin's attention as he dropped his spear and make shift nailed shield. He cupped my face, "Y/N, tell me!" He said almost shouting.

That immediately grabbed the attention of Robin, Nancy and especially Steve, "Hey guys, are you okay back there?" Steve inquired as he looked over the rear view mirror.

"Yeah, what do you mean about that Y/N?" Eddie questioned as his posture shifted to me.

"Are you guys okay?" Robin said in a slow word by word as she stood up and made her way to the back of the RV.

"Halt Buckley, halt. That's an order." Eddie ordered.

"You guys are not funny anymore." Steve said in a worried tone as he faces us. His eyes met mine. "Eyes on the road, Harrington. We still got couple of miles to our destination."

He sighed in defeat but followed my request, "You can just say, "Eyes on the road, Steve." I'm not asking for any sort of endearment like babe, love or what but using my last name. Kinda harsh." He mumbled.

"You were kinda harsh to her earlier Steve. So, just understand the sentiment." Robin commented as she patted his shoulder.

"So what happened?" Eddie inquired in a whisper.

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We arrived at Trailer Park and walked toward Eddie's trailer.

"You know he's all might and glory about how he bought you to the Skull Island and kept arguing about me about the location, he keep saying, "I make this make out spot popular." Or some shit like, "I had Y/N over here for a couple of times." It was so annoying." Dustin said dramatically as we walk to Eddie's trailer.

"But they found me, I guess he did brought you there a couple of times Y/N. Huh?" Eddie smacked my shoulder lightly.

"Yeah, the tales were out and about when we rescue Eddie there Y/N. Like Steve we're like, "This is the right direction" or shit but my man still delivers us to Skull Rock." Robin added.

I tried to reminisce about those times but I was clouded by with my thoughts again. "I don't know about that, haven't been there." I lied I'm just trying to pass whatever pain Steve gave me today.

The group fell silence for a moment, "Okay, enough of that. Let's just finish this." Said Nancy as we entered Eddie's home.

I saw the gate and it was small enough compared to what we have encountered before, "Yeah, it's like a snack size than the other gate that I saw." I murmured as I looked up.

"Right? It's a snack size but you kept laughing when I describe it to you." Steve said as he stand next to me. I looked at him for a second or two before walking over to Dustin and Eddie.

"You could have just said sorry, Steve." Robin whispered to him, "Shut it Robin," he looked at me, "I'll go first." Steve climbed the rope.

"Next?" Robin asked. Eddie pushed me to the rope, "Okay, Y/N is next."

I climbed the rope as Eddie supported me. It's so fucking weird to be upside down. But before I let go Steve gave me this look that assured me that everything will be fine. I dropped my back to the matters and landed safely.

"Oof." I closed my eyes as I fall. Steve offered his hand to help me up but I choose to roll over to the opposite side and get back with my feet on my own.

"Hey, are you okay?" He walks towards me but I back off every step he takes.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"We'll give you three minutes max to talk whatever shit happened today, Steve and Y/N and it starts now." Dustin shouted over the other dimension.

"We don't need it, just make your way -" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Thanks man." Steve answered. "Hey, stop backing away from me, I'm not gonna hurt you." He tried to reach me but I secured and crossed my arms into my chest.

"What do you want?"

"Talk."

"About?" I asked

"About us." He said.

"What about us?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Can you just please stop backing away from me?" He requested, I stopped, "Thank you."

I rolled my eyes, "We're just wasting mere seconds here, Harrington,"

"It's Steve." He corrected me.

"Max needs our help just let them go here so that this shit will be done."

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. About earlier especially raising my voice, I know how much you hated it but I'm so stressed and tired which is not a valid excuse about what I've done and I'm also sorry about the things that make you feel like this, I don't know what is it but I'm really really so so sorry about it. I just want you to be my side when I fight this monster because it'll give me peace and assurance that you're okay because if it's there anything that will happen to you I don't know what will I do, heck, even explain to your parents what happened why I failed to protect you. It's not about protecting Hawkins Y/N, it's all about you. If you tell me this time at this moment to back away about this stupid mission I'll do it as long as you come home with me. I guess, I'm just scared about losing you -"

"Why would you be scared about losing me Steve? If you look at Nancy's eyes" I said in a whisper, "about the future you've been dreaming about with hope lingering in your eyes. Why would you be scared, Steve? If I'm not in the future you've been dreaming all along."

He shook his head, "What do you mean future with Nance, I never did."

"Really, you forgot again, do I need to remind you every single important things Steve? Huh? Okay fine, when we were en route to War Zone you're talking about your future family to her, Steve. I listened to every single bit of it and almost laughed hysterically about how you like having six little Harrington's and you specifically said three girls and three boys," I chuckled, "I imagine that is us, that it'll be me in that distant future."

Steve interrupted me, "It is you. It's you Y/N! Why would you think it'll be Nance-"

"Because the way you look at her Steve. It's felt like and is her all along." I cried, "Do you know how it shattered my heart into pieces, huh. I'm so broken right now that I am fucking crying over you. Fuck!" I cursed, "I regretted the time that we ate together under that sycamore tree, Steve. Because I was all over you, I erased you in my mind but you gave me a reason to give you another chance and let you in my life and you know how much I love you, right?" Steve nodded his head, "That I took all my extra hours working on extra shifts so that I could fly and see you now and what you returned is a heartbreak that made me hate Hawkins as much as I loved it."

"It's not what you think is it Y/N. Love, it is you all along. All these days it was you and I decided it as well when you said that you love me back. It is you -"

Steve stopped as we hear a loud thud, "Oh, I'm so sorry to ruin the moment but three minutes is up." Said Eddie as he lay on the mattress.

I wiped my face and it's now swollen after all this crying, Steve followed my tracks. I offered my hand to Eddie, "Hey are you, okay?" He looked at Steve, "Man, this shit is not so cool anymore. You're making your girl cry."

"Eddie, just shut it okay." I told him.

"Nah, this is not cool anymore, last time I saw you cry is when he didn't pick you up and it was raining hard and you said that he might just forget it or had some shit with his parents. She waited 3 hours that day Harrington, I started my D&D campaign I saw her outside the gym then I finished my campaign she's still there shivering." He shook his head and Steve had this confusion drawn to his face, "And mind you, you're already his man this time because I saw you two holding hands like sick lovers in the hallway."

"Hey, just stop it." I faced Eddie.

"I don't know what shit you did now but you better straighten it up. I'll hold on to Y/N from now until you get your shit together." Eddie said.

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After that tension Eddie came back as what he was matching Dustin's energy.

"Are you sure you don't want to be in Steve's party Y/N?" Robin asked, "Because I thought rabies is not as bad as Vecna."

I laughed, "No, it's okay. I can deal with rabies instead."

"I'll protect her Buckley. You don't need to worry about that," I Eddie assured her, "first came Y/N then Henderson then me."

"Okay." Robin said. She ran towards me and hugged me, "Whatever is happening between you and that dingus just don't worry about it now. I'll make sure to keep him safe so that I can knock him out so that he'll have some senses after this."

I rested my neck on her shoulder, "Thanks Rob."

Then, Vecna troop marched to his lair but Steve stopped and turned his back to us, "Whatever happens if shit is about to go down, we abort okay." We nodded in unison, "Don't try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay, you guys are just .."

"Don't worry about it Harrington, we'll not do that and I'll keep your girl safe as well." Eddie answered.

"Thank you man." Steve said. He looked at me this time, "I love you."

"I love you too, Steve." Henderson answered, "Wait," he pulled me and Eddie, "Steve said, don't be cute, hero or something. I think the cute part is for Y/N,"

"I agree." Eddie inserted.

"Hero is you Eddie. And I'm something." Dustin finishes.

"And what something is, tell me?" I asked, "Oh, Y/N that is being cute and hero at the same time."

We laughed and started to work as I hear Robin's voice, "Don't be gloomy dingus," he hugged Steve, "that hug is from Y/N." She laughed. "How is this her hug?" Steve asked, "Because I hug her and I hug you so technically you hugged each other too."

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a/n: lil angst and protective Eddie too ♥️ unto part 3?

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His Heir pt. 12 (Darth Maul x fem! reader)

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Posted a bit late, but Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Here is my gift to you, SMUT (and some fluff) Hope y'all enjoy this one!!

Word Count: 2164

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), Choking, dom! energy Maul, slight bratty! reader

ALSO this picks up right after the last part, like right right after

I pulled him closer to me. Our lips moved perfectly against one another as he gripped my hips, holding them firmly as he grinded against me. I hated (but really loved) the way that every time he did that, I could feel his hardening cock rub against me and it made me gasp every time. He knew that too and he used it to his advantage almost every single time to slip his tongue into my mouth. 

I moaned around his tongue and gripped his open shirt to pull him evermore closer to me as I began to grind my hips against his as well. We both knew it was a major risk doing this in his office, but that was the least of our concerns. Right now all we were focused on was one another. 

“Someone’s needy.” He finally said as he pulled away. 

“You started it.” I teased. 

“Someone has an attitude too it seems. Need I remind you where we are? I am still your boss, and we’re still in my office. You should show me some respect?” 

His words sparked something in me. I didn’t know where it was coming from. Maybe it was the fact that we could get caught at any moment giving me an adrenaline boost. But I wanted to have some fun. 

“And what if I don’t what are you going to do? Punish me?” I cocked my head to the side. 

I could tell I caught him off guard. But his shock lasted only a few short seconds before he was smirking down at me. 

“Do you need to be punished?” He asked, his voice dropping down low. 

“Why would you ask me? I thought you were the boss. Isn’t that what you said?” I sassed. 

“Oh, you’re going to get it.” He growled. 

The next thing I knew his mouth was on mine and he was pushing me back toward the wall. He put his hand up to cup the back of my head so I wouldn’t bang it against the wall. The way he was attacking my lips, barely had a chance to catch my breath. But I wasn’t done. 

“You think this is a punishment?” I managed to say between deep breaths, “Maybe I should’ve sassed off to you a lot sooner.” 

“Oh darling, I am just getting started.” Maul said darkly. 

His mouth left mine as he began to trail down my neck. He reached my pulse and began working on leaving a mark there. 

“Maul, people will see.” I whined, but tilted my head back, giving him more access to the area. 

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you were disrespectful, hm?” His words were muffled against my neck. 

Despite his words, I knew that if I actually asked him to not leave marks where they were visible he would respect my request completely. But he knew I didn’t actually mean it. He knew I secretly loved showing off the marks he left on me, even if no one knew it was him that was leaving them. I knew, and that’s all that mattered. 

He pulled back and admired his work. 

“That the best you go-” My words were cut off suddenly. 

I felt pressure squeezing around my neck, though his hands were clasped behind his back. 

“What’s wrong, darling?” He cocked his head to the side. 

The pressure intensified slightly, not enough to actually hurt but definitely enough to make me feel dizzy. 

“It's not so easy to smart off like this, is it?” He asked. 

I shook my head and tried to take in as much air as I could. 

Before it could go much further though, an incoming call went off on his holopad. Suddenly the pressure around my neck was gone. I was left heaving quietly as he sent me an apologetic look. He went over to his desk and sat down before answering it. 

“Everything is prepared, Lord Maul. When should we expect Lady Yn to arrive?” They asked. 

I strained my ears to see if I recognized the voice but I didn’t. 

“She will leave tomorrow evening. There is business she must attend to tonight. Then she’ll pack tomorrow morning and be en route to the location by sundown.” Maul said. 

I would have known what he meant by “business” without the pointed look he sent my way. He hung up and glanced over at me once again. 

“Why are you way over there? I don’t bite.” He teased. 

“I beg to differ.” I said as I walked towards him. 

He stood to meet me and his lips were on mine once again. I was right up against the edge of his desk, and he guided me back to sit up on it. His hands went from my hips down to the hem of the skirt I was wearing. He tugged it slightly as he spoke. 

“What do you have on under this?” He mumbled against my lips. 

I laughed to myself knowing he’d love my answer. 

“Nothing.” 

He let out a small growl as one of his hands dipped under the fabric and traced up my thigh. It traveled all the way up and I parted my legs slightly. His fingers just barely grazed over my cunt before he pulled his hand back completely and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“A little scandalous for work, don’t you think?” 

“Not any less than what we’re doing right now at work.” I shot back.

“You never learn do you?” He asked as his hands went back to grip my waist. 

He pulled me to stand up. I heard stuff fly off his desk and assumed he must have used the force to swipe everything off of it. Then he turned me around and pushed me down to bend me over the desk. 

“If you’re going to walk around like a slut, you’re going to get fucked like one.” 

My skirt was flipped up exposing me to the cool air of his office. The pressure I felt earlier around my neck returned. I let out a small gasp. 

“What, speechless once again?” 

He paused as if I would be able to actually answer him. 

“Don’t worry darling, you won’t stay silenced for long. We both know how you just love to scream my name. Don’t you?” His voice was husky as he spoke. 

He used his foot to kick my feet out to stand wider. Despite knowing it was coming, feeling him press his cock up into me still sent a jolt through my whole body. 

“Maul.” My moan was rough and choked off by the invisible grip on my throat. 

“I told you, you wouldn’t be silent for long.” He said before pulling out nearly completely and then shoving his cock back up into me. 

He had one hand gripping my hip to keep me in place as his other snaked around my waist and down to rub my clit. That mixed with the dizzy feeling I had from lack of oxygen was sending me, rapidly, to my climax. Maul continued his rough pace. His name left my mouth in desperate, choked-out moans. 

One particularly harsh thrust hit just the right spot within my walls, earning the most pornagraphic moan to leave my lips as my hand smacked the cold, hard surface of his desk. 

I knew Maul must have been smirking at my reaction. He must have been quite pleased by my reaction because every thrust after that was hitting perfectly in the same spot each time now. My mind was melting in pure pleasure. I wasn’t even able to warn him. My walls just clamped around his hard cock as I came. He continued his thrusts. They only faltered when he had sent himself into his climax as he came inside me. This was one of my favorite feelings in the world, feeling him bury his cum deep into my cunt. My walls continued to flutter around him and he continued his thrusts, though now they were much softer. Then once everything had gone still he gently pulled out of me, earning a whine from me. 

“Don’t worry darling, there will be more of this to come later tonight.” He said gently as he helped me stand back up. 

I was unsteady on my feet as my legs still felt quite shaky. He held me up, making sure I wouldn’t fall. 

“Would you like to return to my quarters?” He asked gently as I leaned into him, snaking my arms around his midsection. 

“I’d love to, but I should probably prepare for tomorrow. I need to pack.” I said sadly. 

“I’ll have the housekeeping droids prepare everything, you can approve it in the morning then they can pack it all away onto your ship for you…” he was whispering as if he didn’t want anyone else but me to hear him despite it being only the two of us in the room, “please, spend your last night with me?...please.” 

His arms had made their way around me and he squeezed gently as he waited for a response. I pulled away from the hug and looked up at him. In all my years of knowing Maul, I had only heard his voice be this soft, this gentle once. It was after Savage died. Before we parted ways and he went into hiding. He was so broken after that. He lost the throne, his brother, his master… but not me. I stood by him and showed him that he wasn’t alone, and I vowed that night that he would never be alone ever again, I would help him with Crimson Dawn. I promised to always be there for him, not only for that but as a friend as well. 

I gave a small nod as he looked down at me. 

He tucked me back to his chest and held me there for some time. I held him and allowed him to hold me as long as he needed. I knew he was okay when he took a deep breath and let it out. His arms loosened around me and he looked down at me while I looked up at him. 

“Shall we retire to my quarters for the night then and attend to our business?” He asked. 

A small laugh slipped past my lips, “I think that sounds perfect.” 

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. When he pulled away he offered me his arm. I took and he led us, quickly toward his quarters. 

TIME SKIP

The next morning I woke up to being still wrapped up in Maul’s arms and with a familiar ache between my legs. It was an ache I more than welcomed. I wasn’t surprised when I glanced over at the chrono and saw that we had slept in. We did have a long night after all. 

“Maul.” I whispered, loud enough to slowly wake him but not enough to disturb the peacefulness of the morning. 

“If I don’t wake up, does that mean you don’t have to leave?” He mumbled, eyes still closed. 

“Unfortunately that would only mean that you won’t get to see me before I leave.” 

That was enough to get him awake and up and moving. We both got up and went about our morning together before we had to part ways for me to prepare for my trip. Then, all too soon, we were standing in the hangar as droids loaded my ship for me. 

“Just three weeks, and you’ll be back here, with me.” Maul said as we stood at the bottom of the ramp to my ship. 

Everything was packed and ready, the ship was warmed up and ready to go. The only thing missing was me. 

I nodded, not trusting my words anymore. 

We both stood for a second before I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. He held me just as tight and rubbed my back gently. I was using everything in me to not cry. People were watching. A hug like this could, with persuasion be passed off as friendly, but me breaking down and Maul wiping my tears away would be pushing it a bit too far. So, I pulled away and looked up at him. 

“I need to go before I start crying.” I said lowly. 

Maul clasped his hands behind his back and gave a small nod. It killed him but he knew that it was all he could do without raising any questions. 

I gave him a sad smile before turning and walking up the ramp. 

MAUL'S POV

I watched as her ship lifted up and took off. I stood alone, not wanting anyone to hear the quiet farewell I said as her ship flew up and out of the atmosphere. 

“Be safe, Yn… I love you.” 

Saying the words out loud made it feel all the more real. Three weeks. Only three weeks and I would be able to tell her. 

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Imagine Hangman Coming To Your Rescue

Jake “Hangman” Seresin X FemReader

Warnings: Suggestive themes, a little steam

Rating: T+

Words: 1,448

(A/N:) For all the Hangman fangirls (I count myself one of y’all though Rooster is kinda my fav). Enjoy! ~Countess

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Your evening had started out so well and how it ended up an absolute disaster you couldn’t really remember. Hangman had asked you to come over to his house for dinner and possibly to watch a movie. You had agreed immediately, he had been so busy lately that you were really missing him. It was funny how the egotistical pilot could be such a softy when it came to you. It was quite endearing how his attitude did a 180 when it came to you, but for some reason after dinner you and he had gotten into an argument. You couldn’t remember what it was even about but it had upset you enough you stormed out of his home slamming the door. He had yelled for you to come back but you just ignored him. He watched you leave but didn’t chase after you. You figured that meant he was just as mad at you as you were at him. Apparently though whatever the argument had been over was stupid cause you just couldn’t remember. 

But now as you were ready to go back and talk things out you couldn’t recognize any of your surroundings. The sun had set several minutes ago and streetlights were beginning to glow lighting up the darkness surrounding you. Normally you weren’t afraid of the place you lived, but being lost and at night was rattling you to your core. You tried looking for street signs, for anything that would jog your memory. But you couldn’t find one and you didn’t want to leave the spot you were in, in case you were to get lost even further. So you were defeated, luckily you had your cell phone. There wasn’t any Internet signal but you did have some cell service, you were going to have to bite the bullet and call the man you had screamed at half an hour ago for help. You breathed a sigh of relief when it started to ring.

“Ready to apologize,” Hangman answered not even bothering with a hello or to check on you. That made your temper flare but you stamped it back down. You needed his help and ripping him a new one was probably not going to give him the incentive to come to your rescue.

“Shut up for a second,” you snarled before taking a deep breath. Your situation hit you full force as your bottom lip began to wobble. “I’m lost.”

“Lost,” Hangman almost dropped his phone.

“I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and now I have no idea where I’m at,” panic was swelling at your throat but you couldn’t let it overtake you. “Please come pick me up Hangman.”

“Of course babe!” You could hear him gathering things and his keys clinking when he locked the door. “Can you give me any indication where you are at?”

“Well there’s some big buildings. One looks like a dry cleaner.”

“Is there a name on the dry cleaner building?”

“Yeah let me go look.” You gave him the building name and number. Hangman put it in his GPS so it would take him straight to you with no delay.

“I’m on my way okay. I’ll stay on the phone with you but I want you to stay out of sight. Let me know if anyone comes around okay?”

“Okay Hangman. Please hurry,” you were on the verge of tears now. You felt kinda stupid about getting yourself into this situation. You just knew Hangman was going to use this to tease you for the next century. So you waited talking to Hangman to keep yourself calm and giving him updates if anything changed. You stayed in the shadows trying to keep yourself hidden until you saw his familiar vehicle pulling up to the dry cleaner. You ran out to him, his arms outstretched for you.

“Are you okay? You aren’t hurt are you? Nobody did anything to you did they?” His questions bombarded you so fast that you couldn’t speak. The relief that he was here and you felt safe once more was overwhelming your frazzled senses.

“No I’m okay. I didn’t see anyone,” you clinged to him.

“We’re going back to my place.” His tone left no room for arguing. He helped you back to his vehicle as your legs were a little wobbly from the relief of tension. Hangman helped you buckle before kissing your cheek.

“It’s okay I got you,” he grinned. He got back behind the wheel to drive you both back to his home.

Quiet steeped between you two on the way back to his house. You had walked around mindlessly and it showed as Hangman drove turning so many times that you were once again lost until you were back on the street he lived on.

“What were we fighting about,” you finally asked the issue bothering you now. What could have been so bad that you had gotten yourself lost.

He looked at you sheepishly from the driver side, “We were arguing about what movie to watch.”

“Are you freaking serious?!”

“Well,” he cringed, “I may have insulted your favorite movie. I’m sorry.”

Now you felt even worse. It was enough that you felt like crying. “I’m so stupid!”

“No you aren’t,” Hangman snapped causing you to jump. “Sorry but you aren’t stupid. I am, for upsetting you that much. This could have turned out so much worse and I really need to work on myself. I can’t have my best girl getting lost for some deranged criminal to take her.”

“Best girl,” you hummed feeling a little mischievous in his presence now that you felt safe.

“Should I show you,” Hangman purred parking in his driveway. Once you were inside Hangman sat you down on the couch before disappearing into his bedroom. He brought you some of his shorts and a faded Navy shirt that had his name on the front in worn letters.

“Marking your territory,” you teased, mentally putting your name with his last name.

“Naturally. Get changed and I’ll rent your favorite movie. Don’t think you’re going home though. After what just happened you’re staying with me,” his tone left no room for arguments.

“I don’t mind going home Hangman. I’m fine now, I was just a little shaken up.”

“Nope. Not going anywhere sweetheart,” he shook his head. He turned to go back to his room waving a hand at you. “I’ll cook you breakfast in the morning.” You couldn’t help but drool a little thinking about Hangman’s cooking. What his fellow pilots didn’t know was that Jake “Hangman” Seresin was one heck of a cook.

“You’re spoiling me,” you yelled.

“You’re welcome,” he answered. You laughed but took the time to hurry up and change before he could finish changing first. Though he was giving you some privacy he wasn’t known to care what other’s were doing nor did he have shame.

Now as you laid in Hangman’s lap as the movie played across the screen, you were happy to have met him. He had his moments where you just wanted to wring his neck, but I’m sure there was things you did that annoyed him as well. But that was the beauty of relationship. As you spent more time with Hangman, he was more than just the cocky pilot who was so sure of himself. He loves what he does, he’s a good cook, has the uncanny ability to make you blush, and he would do anything to make sure you were happy and safe at all times. You kissed the hand that was mindlessly tracing circles in your skin.

“Thank you for being you Hangman,” you smiled which he returned.

“No problem happy to be of service.”

You slapped him gently on the shoulder, “You’re supposed to say something endearing back!”

“Oh,” he laughed. “Thank you for being the best of the best me.”

“I give up,” you groaned.

Hangman leaned down taking your mouth with his. He forced his way inside, tongue slowly petting against yours before he withdrew from you. “I love you.”

You blushed stunned that he was the one to say it first. You grabbed onto him tugging yourself upwards to sit in his lap now.

“I love you too.”

Though your favorite movie still moved across the screen you were more occupied by the pilot that you adored to the moon and back. Exploring every inch that made Hangman, Hangman and he did the same. Though there would be more arguments in the future, you knew that everything would work itself out. He was yours and you were his and there was no doubts that your futures were intertwined.

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|Chapter 13| Goodnight Gotham

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“Oh we about to turn it.”

Standing in front of me is Jazz alongside another one of her other honorary daughters who went by Chanel. Together these two had made Mari and I seem like we had always been a part of the House of Illusion. There were seven of us in total dressed impeccably waiting for our turn to enter the raucous ballroom down the hallway, live with colorful commentary, and beat pumping music. Tonight the theme the houses were competing over was intergalactic odyssey. We had been made up to look like sirens from outer space, with our glittery makeup, and tight aquamarine spandex outfits that left very little to the imagination.The reflective sequins sewed on gave off the effects of us having gills. On our skin were tribal markings similar to those from the movie Avatar. Chanel was a trained makeup artist who worked on movie sets all over the city. It took her less than an hour to get us ready. The look while far fetched and last minute were stunning on us both. Though I promised Mari a spectators view, I can tell she was excited to be pulled into the chaos of Jazz’s world, and so was I even though I was scared shitless. 

This was not what Jazz had initially told me to expect. I should have known something was up when Jazz told me to leave my hair in braids because she had an idea. Currently my braids were intertwined with a mix of blue and green tinsel, styled in a crown that glimmered underneath the lights from every angle, adorned with gold cuffs and pearls. Mari’s curly mane had been wrangled into a fishtail braid using the same materials. The style showcased her cat like eyes and siren lips in a way normally hidden by her hair. 

“Wow,” I breathed out, not believing the reflection I was looking at was my own. “You made me look so beautiful, thank you Chanel.”

“No honey, that was God. All I did was embellish here and there,” Chanel said with a wink. 

“I’d pay you to embellish me everyday if I could. I look good enough to eat,” Mari cracked, phone already in hand, snapping a million pictures. 

Neither of us got to have much fun, Mari even less than me, and watching her get excited helped my nerves some. 

“I know that’s right. Keep that attitude when we hit that floor. Ma’ I’ma go check on the boys,” Chanel said, grabbing her kit to go to the room next door.

“Thank you boo, We’re meeting in that hall in five minutes. Don’t want to hear nothing from Lionell about us being late,” Jazz said, as she brushed at imaginary flyaways with her hands. 

Jazz looked otherworldly in the silver sequined bodysuit that had flounce sleeves that were cut in the style the seventies were known for. A forty inch platinum blonde wig waved down her back, the tips dyed in the same sea green color as the tinsel weaved in our hair. Her makeup was flawless, eyes bejeweled by hundreds of rhinestones while her cheeks were carved out of metallic silver. Pointy stiletto nails dipped in the same metallic shade could poke an eye out but she wielded them carefully and strategically as she delegated tasks to get us floor ready.There were also the pair of jewel encrusted six inch heel less platform boots that went mid thigh she had to put on. She was a vision, an all knowing force, and carried herself as such. 

“How do you do this all of the time?” I asked in awe.

“When I was younger, the answer to that question would have been drugs,” Jazz cracked, as she turned away from the vanity mirror to look at me. “But now, it’s love. I love ballroom, the culture, the people, and my family. These kids come from all walks of life abandoned and found fellowship under my roof. It keeps me going.”

That’s exactly who we were. Abandoned kids forced into adulthood before we were ready. Being around Jazz’s house felt like what a home should be: warm and inviting. 

Leaning forward, I grab her hand, and give it a squeeze. “Thank you for being you to me even when I didn’t deserve it. You mean the world to me and I’m honored to be considered one of your daughters. I’ve missed having a mom.”

Jazz lips tremble as she tries to offer a watery smile. “Chile, don’t get me to crying this close to showtime. Damn you Birdie.”

I chuckle softly before saying, “I love you too Jazz.”

“Aww, now I’m crying. Que linda,” Mari sniffles, snapping pictures of Jazz and I.

Jazz gives my hand one last squeeze before slipping her hand away in order to clap two times. “There will be none of that. Chanel will kick all of our asses if these beats get undone by water works and if you think I’m scary, you have seen nothing yet.”

“Yes ma’am,” Mari says, quickly reaching for a napkin to pat against her face.

“Now, we only have a few minutes. Let’s practice your walks.”

And like that, we are back into the whirlwind of the ball. In literally three minutes, Jazz choreographs a walk for each of us respectively. Whispering in both of our ears what our motivations should be and loudly declaring to keep it to ourselves until after we handle business lest we get confused. 

Worthy. You are worthy, Birdie. To be in this building, to be in that room, to be in this world. Show them bitches the respect you demand with that crown. 

I let Jazz’s voice play in my head on a loop as we lined up in the hallway. As we pumped our way through the crowd that parted like the red sea at the sight of Jazz leading us. A mix of Beyoncé’s Alien Superstar played at deafening levels as we reached the center of the room. As soon as the first verse dropped we each hit our individual marks. The boys: Danté and Kevion began tumbling, landing into dips before launching into new school voguing choreography in tandem with Chanel and Ruby. Jazz was serving face in the center of the floor, commanding attention while Mari and I weaved through what Jazz had called an alien invasion. The lyrics pulsed through me as I swayed my hips, letting my hands rove over my body making sure to highlight my waist like Jazz said I should. We met on either side of Jazz right on time for the last dips of the piece. While the dancers hit the ground, Mari and I dropped low, holding onto Jazz’s legs dramatically, an act of deference to the house mother.

When I came back to myself it was to see that we have garnered three 10’s  and one 9 as scores from the judges. I am so amazed that Mari has to tug me back into action as we walk off of the floor so the remaining houses could walk. I remain in this daze when we go up for second prize, collecting a trophy that would be added to the House of Illusions trove for the night. Chanel wins first place in Femme Queen, Jazz wins first in Femme Queen Face ,Ruby wins first in Female Figure, Kevion wins second in Old Way versus New Way, and Danté wins second in Male Sex Siren. There is cause to celebrate which we do as the ball turns into a full fledged party once the categories wrap up.

I’ve never felt as free as I do amongst my friends, old and new. I am happy I get to call them family and hope that with time I earn the right to do so without Jazz’s influence. In the interim, I imbibe drinks, and dance with them like it’s something we have all done hundreds of times before. The magic of ballroom is the community because it builds you up in a way where you can stand alone but you don’t have to. The House of Illusion has instilled in me the confidence to go after everything I want. To reach out and grab anything I claim as mine because the world is for the taking.  A power that might slip away with the first highlights of dawn. I have to capitalize on it while it lingers in my bones. Pulling out my phone I sent a quick text: I want to see you.

It vibrates with a response instantaneously. 

I want to see you more. Your place or mine?

From the moment I walked through the door, Xavier encircled his arms around me, bringing me close. He smells like a hint of smoke, alcohol, and cologne as he’s just come in not too long before me after hanging with his friends. I want to nuzzle my face into his neck but refrain due to my makeup and all of the glitter I am doused in. Instead, I place my hands on top of his and sink further into his embrace. 

“Think I need you to save this lil outfit for when I take you and Papi to Comic Con,” he said, pressing a kiss onto my neck.

I giggled as I turned in his arms to face him. “I’m not even a real character. This is Jazz’s creation.”

“Don’t matter,” he said, pressing another kiss to my lips. “Remind me to thank her, you look good as hell.”

“Thank you. Help me get out of it?” I ask, smiling up at him.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, before hoisting me into his arms. I squeal as he playfully tosses me over his shoulder and leads the way to the bathroom. He hits the lights and turns on the shower before setting me on the counter. “You are shining.”

“I know,” I groan. “They covered me from head to toe with something called Diamond Bomb by Rihanna.”

“Nah, I’m not talking about that. Your eyes, your smile, hell your energy is transcendent,” he says, causing my cheeks to heat up.

“You're always saying things to me that I have no idea how to respond to,” I say softly, meeting his gaze.

Always affirming.

Always recognizing.

Always present.

Stepping closer, he invades the space between my legs as leans down so that his nose can tease mine. “Is that a bad thing?” he asks.

“No,” I answer quickly, leaning forward when he places his hands on my hips. The warmth from his palms radiating outward. 

“Sometimes it’s okay to just say thank you babe,” he says, lips hovering over mine. “Or smile at me the way you do that makes your eyes disappear.”

I laugh and he absorbs the sound with a kiss. My hands fly to his torso as our kiss goes from innocent to urgent. In a flash my fingers are under his shirt and helping to lift it from his shoulders. Next to go is the bralette I’m wearing. We undress each other with a franticness that can only belong to new lovers. His touch is gentle and appreciative when I’m fully bare before him. 

“Look at me,” he says, pulling back from our kiss. 

My eyes flutter open at the command and meet his heady stare. Gone is the Xavier who bides his time. This version of him knows the best use of the seconds that drag by. In his eyes I see his desire for me unravel and marvel in it. All the while he trails his thumb over my bottom lip, swiping side to side, until he slips it into my mouth. Instinctively I suckled it causing him to groan before pulling me into another searing kiss. 

I widen my legs further as I scoot to the edge of the counter. “I need you,” I breathe against his lips. My hands are roving against the sides of his torso, ghosting over hard, well defined planes of muscles.

“Okay,” he says, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on. “Okay.”

Reaching down, I watch as he fishes his wallet out of his pocket and grabs a condom. He smirks as he catches my eye. I motion for him to come fill the space between my thighs once more which he doesn’t hesitate to do. He licks into a kiss the same time his fingers push inside of me. My lips tear away but that doesn’t stop him from covering me in equally as hungry kisses starting down the column of my throat as my head tilts back. He kisses me on the hum of my pulse, biting down gently as his thumb finds my clit.

My nails are digging into his biceps but he doesn’t let that deter him from working me into a fast orgasm. One that preps me for him pushing himself in so deeply that my breath is caught in my chest. Instinctively, my hips roll forward meeting his thrust. 

“Shit,” I curse, releasing his biceps so that I can slam my hands against the counter. 

“Talk to me, this shit feeling good to you? Huh?” he questions, yanking on braids so that my eyes pop open. 

“So good Xay, please, just like this,” I moan, as he steadily strokes me to what I’m sure will be the best orgasm of my life. 

He dips his head so that he can capture a nipple in his mouth. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh and I arch into it and the oncoming stroke in a way that makes us both groan out. A hand holds the back of his head close, lovingly, as he laps at my other nipple. All while feeding me steady strokes that don’t ease up in pressure or frequency. Thanks to the gym Xavier’s stamina is out of this world. Our bodies move in a tandem dance, working with each other to bring us both pleasure. Regardless of the steam filling the air, I’m warm all over because of him.

It’s the way he folds against me, whispering things that would make a nun blush in my ear while holding my legs straight up. The position leaves me unable to do anything but moan and succumb to the promise of his desire. With both of my ankles in one hand, he uses the fingers on the other to rub figure eights onto my clit.

“Xayyy please,” I said, hands reaching to grab onto something because the counter no longer feels like enough. I settle onto the forearm of his left hand, the one that’s supplying sweet torture.

My gaze lifts to meet his, which is unsurprisingly locked onto my face. His bottom lip is wedged under his top row of teeth, arms bulging from how tightly he holds onto me, and the view makes squeeze onto him.

“Fuck,” he curses, hips slowing momentarily. “Do it again.”

And because I’m such a great listener I do. 

I do it again and again as he places sloppy kisses behind my knees that are my undoing. If I were to pass away in this very moment then it would be worth it having been experienced by this man. The reverent cry that escapes my lips is proof of that sentiment. There is banging on the opposite side of the wall but we don’t care. Nothing matters in this moment but he and I, the shared breaths we take, the trembles we place in one another’s spines. We don’t stop until we’re both utterly spent.

Somehow we end up in the living room, sprawled out on top of one another while Sade’s Stronger Than Pride vinyl spins on the record player. It took another round in the shower and then a thirty minute joint effort of trying to rid my skin of makeup before we left the bathroom. I’m dressed in a Thor t-shirt that barely grazes my thighs as they drape over his legs. My phone is in his hands as he goes through all of the pictures I managed to take tonight as well as the ones that have been sent to me sporadically from my new friends. I watch as he stops on one of Mari and me, mid laughter, drinks in hand. For once we actually look our age.

“Y’all look so much alike that you could be sisters. How did y’all meet? I want to know the origin story,” he says.

“We have lived next door to each other our whole lives. I don’t know a day where she’s not in it in some kind of way,” I said, strumming my fingers on top of his chest to the beat of the current song.

“Our brothers were super close too before Lonso moved away. After he left, Mari’s brothers got pulled toward the streets. The summer of our junior year they robbed this drug dealer in our neighborhood. That man was known for being vicious and as soon as word got back that it was them it was all downhill. Her second oldest brother Ramon was killed outside of his highschool and a few weeks later Martin, the eldest got locked up for killing that same drug dealer in retaliation. He’s serving life upstate and her parents went back to DR right after we graduated. During this time I was almost evicted three times and was struggling to survive.”

Xavier’s hold on my waist tightens as I go through memories in my mind. They play vividly as I try to sum up the hardest time in my life. “And through it all, we looked out for one another. I did her homework on the days she spent at court translating for her parents and she always made sure I had something warm to eat. We have gone through so much in that building. More than we should have had to honestly but we remained constant. We’re sisters in all of the ways it counts.”

“I’m glad that you two have each other. That y’all were never alone even when it felt like you were,” he said. 

“So am I,” I said, watching as he locks my phone and sets it aside. “How did you and your friends meet?”

At that he smiles as he shakes his head. “Aiden and I met in first grade. He asked me to be his lookout on a cookie caper. Rah we met in middle school during 7th grade gym class and once the three of us got together, we’ve been at the hip ever since.”

“Cookie caper is hilarious. I like Aiden, he seems like a good time and Rah seems like the opposite of both of you,” I said.

I had gotten the chance to speak to both of them via Facetime not too long ago. Aiden ended up stealing the phone from Xavier and locking himself in the bathroom. For twenty minutes we talked about why rap girls are dominating and the best place for wings in the city. It was Rah who jimmied the bathroom door open with a belt buckle and proceeded to put Aiden in a headlock all while apologizing for his friends foolishness as Xavier retook possession of the phone. I laughed so hard that my stomach ached afterwards.

“That’s a pretty accurate observation except Rah is like the balance of us both. He just talks way less,” he replied, playing with the fingers I had laid on my chest.

“When I was…doing the most our senior year they never gave up on me. They would call me out for being on bullshit and even tried to help me find other ways to get out from underneath my father’s thumb. I had been so adamant about having to be loud with my actions so I wasn’t listening for real. I was desperately trying to be heard.”

I watched as his face lost some of the playfulness that had been there only moments before. His expression grew more grave as thoughts from the past came flooding forward.

“Is that how…,” I trailed off, knowing he would fill in the blank.

“Yeah. I was hanging out with the wrong crowd. Guys I knew would help me on the mission to piss my father off. One night, they decided that we should steal cars and we did. I got caught because I crashed into a pole. It was a stick shift and I never drove one of those before. Due to my father’s connections those three months were the only ones I served  but I was on probation for five years. When I got out, they helped me enroll in school and find a job because at that point my parents were done with me. I was living with my grandparents which is why I feel like I owe them so much. They took a chance on me when no one else would,” he said.

It angers me that Xavier has often felt like there wasn’t anyone in his corner. Coming from a family of his size I assumed the opposite would be the case. I’m grateful he had his grandparents and friends to lean back on when his parents gave up. For some reason I wish that he didn’t have the uglier experiences of life. He is too much like light to hold onto such darkness.  

“I love them for that. Your friends too. Parents…they forget what it’s like to be young. To be scared. To be discounted. Or hell, sometimes they remember and they hold on too tight instead of pushing away,” I say.

“In either scenario they only see themselves and that is the problem but it’s their problem. Not mine, not yours,” he said, using the arm wrapped around my waist to hoist me on top of him fully. I caress his face in my hand, tracing over the slopes of his high cheekbones with the pads of my fingers, willing the tension to ease from them.

We both carry the weight of burdens that don’t belong to us. They merely have been passed on from generation to generation with the expectancy that there will always be someone to shoulder the load. We are tired from problems that aren’t our own. In our respective ways, we have been trying to unload the weight, and find ourselves in the freedom that is being able to move freely. 

“I agree,” I said, settling my legs around his waist. He reaches up to play with the ends of my braids. The cloudiness is clearing from his expression and I use the opportunity to pivot. “It’s crazy that it’s almost four in the morning but I could stay up and talk to you for hours.”

A smitten grin spreads across his lips as he says, “I know what you mean. I talk to scores of people every day but no conversation holds a candle to yours.”

“Xay,” I say softly.

“I’m for real. You’re the best part of my day. Even when we don’t have time to talk for real just knowing you’ll answer the phone whenever I call is enough to temper the worst of days and highlight the best of them,” he said, adoration in the forefront of his gaze.

 I don’t have to second guess any of his words. It’s more than evident that he means each one with the way my heart wants to escape my chest. His vulnerability inspires my own.

“You brought the sun back into my world Xay. The least I can do is answer the phone,” I said, fingers settling on the sides of his neck. His hands move to cover mine, fingers threading between. He brings our joined hands up to his lips and kisses the back of my hand repeatedly. 

“You are my world Mila.”

I almost tuck my chin as the blush takes over my face but I’m reminded of words from earlier when he squeezes my fingers. Worthy. This is another sign from the universe that anything I want is at my fingertips and I want Xavier more than I thought I had the capability to. Between him and Jazz, I am an unstoppable force. This in mind, I meet his eyes as a smile takes over my face which he returns with his own. We stare at each other until the space between us closes. Until his lips are on mine. Until I’m sinking on him. Until the sun rises over our shoulders.

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DARK FATE Gentei Tokuten Drama CD ”Diabolik ★ Aesthetics ~The Soul, Body and Blood Kept Beautiful with Sadism”

Original title: ディアボリック★エステティック～心も身体も血液もドSに美しく～

Source: Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE Gentei Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Takahiro Sakurai, Suzuki Tatsuhisa, Morikubo Shoutaro

Translator’s note: You know, part of me wanted to believe that this weird trivia about Ayato rubbing takoyaki sauce on Yui/the MC was nothing but a fever dream...Unfortunately it is not because it’s in this CD. I don’t know who thought it was a good idea to have these boys run a beauty salon, but it’s a disaster waiting to happen lol. Even though there’s plenty of funny moments, I needed 200% brain power to translate this one because there’s no visuals so they have to explain the massage techniques with words and well...Let’s say that my knowledge on different muscles in Japanese is very limited. Especially Ruki’s explanations left me going ??? and scrambling to open my online dictionary.

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Yuma: Haah~ Honestly…That Reiji guy is such a slave driver. Can’t believe he’s expectin’ me to put out the signboard first thing in the mornin’. …Heave-hoh.

*Thud*

Yuma: There, that’ll do. ーー Anyway, what’s the point in advertisin’ with a billboard when the damn beauty salon is already fully booked as is? Haah…

Reiji: …What are you mumbling about?

Yuma: …Ackー!? Reiji!? N-Nothin’, really!

Reiji: Oh my, really? I am fairly certain I heard something about a ‘slave driver’ earlier, no? 

Yuma: Guess ya must be hearin’ things? …Oh. Seems like the customers are already coming in.

You arrive at the beauty salon.

Yuma: Welcome! We’re pleased to have ya here at ‘Diabolik Aesthetics’! 

You seem confused by his attitude and mannerisms. 

Yuma: Aah? I’ve got the wrong place? Hell no! I can tell ya were ‘bout to enter!

Reiji: Aah…Ahem. Yuma. I shall not allow such crude language to be used towards a customer. 

*Rustle*

Yuma: Woah…Anyway…It’s already past your reservation time, so hurry up get into the store…No, I mean…If you’d be so kind to… (1)

Reiji: Haah…Good grief…He is a lost cause… 

Reiji turns towards you.

Reiji: Well then, my dear customers. Please allow me to escort you instead. You see, this gentleman over here was hired only very recently, so he is still learning. Please forgive me. This way, please…

Reiji escorts you.

*Cling*

Ruki: I’m delighted to see you here, Livestock. 

Reiji: Ruki! You as well!? How dare you address our customers as ‘Livestock’!? 

Ruki: It’s part of our store’s aesthetic. Bear with it. In exchange…We guarantee only the finest quality. You will be made beautiful from head to toe, I can assure you that. ーー You made a reservation for the special course. This treatment is quite lenghty, so we do not have any time to waste. Please hurry your way over to the dressing rooms and change into the right attire. 

*Rustle*

Ruki: Oi, Shin. 

Shin: What?

Ruki: Please escort the customer to the dressing rooms. It appears to be their first time here, so explain to them how things work over here. 

Shin: God…Why do I have to do this stuff? …I mean, sure. Oi, you. Don’t stand there spacing out but follow me. This way.

Shin escorts you.

*Thud*

Shin: You can put all of your personal belongings in one of these lockers. Ah, you’re responsible for taking care of any valuable items. We are not liable for potential loss or damages so don’t forget to lock it, okay? 

Once you’ve taken off all your clothes, you can put on this gown over here, okay? I mean, you’re gonna have to take this one eventually too, so if you’d rather not wear anything, that’s fine by me too.

You seem shocked about having to take off your clothes.

Shin: Isn’t that obvious? What? Would you rather…have me strip you down?

*Rustle rustle*

*Thud*

Shin: I wouldn’t mind giving you a massage here either if that’s what you want. I could always lock this room…Hehehe…As long as we don’t exceed the original time of your appointment…I won’t charge you any extra either. So, what will you do?

You shake your head.

Shin: Eh? You’re passing up on my offer? What a waste! I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about us Founders and our ‘godly’ fingers, haven’t you? So, what do you say? You and me, right here, right noーー

Kanato enters the room.

Kanato: Shin. What are you doing?

Shin: …Woah. Che. Seems like someone’s here to get in the way.

Kanato: I was wondering what could be taking her so long to get changed, but I guess you were holding her up.

Shin: Not really. She’s just slow as hell, you see? All I did was give her the usual explanation. …Well then, leaving the rest up to you.

Shin leaves the room.

*Thud*

Kanato: Che…He ran. 

Kanato approaches you.

Kanato: Anyway, what are you doing? We are pressed for time here so please get changed already. Come on. 

You nod.

Kanato: Haah…I don’t care for you response. Come on, chop chop. 

You ask him to leave the room. 

Kanato: Haah…? You want me to leave? Who do you think you’re talking to?

You defend yourself. 

Kanato: I don’t want to hear any protest! Uu…You…Sniff…think…hic…of me as a nuisance, don’t you? Uu…Hic… ーー You shall not get away with treating me in such a way. I shall…punish you personally. 

You try to get away but Kanato corners you.

*Thud*

Kanato: Where do you think you’re going? You can’t get away. …Not from me!

*Rustle*

Kanato: Fufu…Fufufu…But I still haven’t done anything, have I? So please don’t be so frightened. I was going to make you feel amazing, you see? 

You ask him to let go.

Kanato: You really think I’m going to let you go now? After all, you are just so…

Reiji enters the room.

Reiji: …! K-Kanato…!? 

Kanato: What do you need, Reiji? I happen to be quite busy at the moment so please do not get in my way.

Reiji: T-That’s easy for you to say, but I have no other choice! Come on! Get away from her!

*Rustle*

Reiji: She is a customer of ours, remember?

Kanato: …!? What are you doing!? Let me go! I wasーー

Reiji: Yes, yes, I know. But your time to shine will come later. Now hurry up and leave.

Kanato leaves the room.

Reiji: You should finally get changed as well. Understood? 

You nod.

Reiji: Haah, good grief…Our staff is quite the handful. While they may be skilled at what they do, they’ve all got very eccentric personalities. It is highly troubling. At this rate, if our business does not run well, we will not reap any benefits. This is the concept I came up with myself: we guarantee a pleasurable experience for our customers and in return…we get something amazing out of it as well..’ It is truly a ground-breaking system…

*TIMESKIP*

Ayato: Zz…Zz…Nn…I’m completely stuffed…Idiot…Who puts soy sauce on Takoyaki…Nn…

*Knock knock*

Ayato: …Nn…

*Rustle*

*Knock knock*

Ayato: …Hm? Haah…? What do you want?

Ayato gets up and opens the door.

Ayato: Who the fuck are you? 

You explain.

Ayato: Ah…? A customer? …Wait! It’s already that late!? God, I overslept!

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: There we go!

*Thud*

Ayato: Couldn’t you have told me sooner? Come on in already, god!

You step inside.

Ayato: For now, just lie down.

You hesitate. 

Ayato: Hurry up!

You seem skeptical. 

Ayato: Haah…? A medical interview? That’s Kanato’s job! He should have come to you to ask a bunch of questions, no?

You frown.

Ayato: If what happened earlier was part of the interview? Beats me! Oh well, all women worry ‘bout pretty much the same thing, don’t they? No point in asking. …Besides, I only need to take one look at you to figure out what weighs on your mind. Hehe…

*Rustle*

Ayato: It’s this, isn’t it? …Your non-existent chest. 

You protest.

Ayato: What? I’m spot on? That sorta stuff happens to be my area of expertise tho! Come on, we don’t have much time. Hurry up and lie face down on this table. 

You get on the table with your gown still on.

Ayato: Haah…? How am I supposed to do anything when you’re wearin’ this damn gown?

He attempts to take it on as you protest.

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Why would you try to hide your body when there’s nothin’ to see anyway? Your front is just as flat as the back. 

You get upset.

Ayato: I’m only statin’ the truth. …There. 

*Rustle*

Ayato: Okay. I’ll start with a massage, so relax, ‘kay? 

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Yours Truly will get rid of all the stress and pressure built up in your body. Hehehe…

*Rustle*

Ayato: I’ll start with your calves. 

You flinch.

Ayato: Woah there…What are you twitchin’ for? …Could it be you’re gettin’ a kick out of this? 

*Rustle*

Ayato: See? You did it again? How fascinatin’...You must be sensitive, huh? But we’ve only just started, you see? My hands will travel across every nook and cranny of your body, makin’ you feel amazin’...

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: See? Just like this…

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: How’s that? You can feel your body gradually heatin’ up, can’t you? I’m gonna move all the way down to your ankles…

*Rustle*

Ayato: Whoops. Before that, I gotta take this bad boy, don’t I? 

*Thud*

Ayato: A lovely scent, don’t you think? 

You frown.

Ayato: Exactly. It’s a body oil which smells just like takoyaki sauce. What’s better in the world than sucking the blood of a woman who smells like this? 

Your eyes widen in surprise. 

Ayato: …Oh no, I’m just talkin’ to myself. 

Ayato spreads the oil on his palms. 

Ayato: First I divide the oil amongst my own hands and then I’ll massage your legs with it.

You giggle.

Ayato: It tickles…? Don’t you want to say that it feels good? 

He continues massaging you. 

Ayato: Come on…Go ahead and feel my hands…Can you tell? …Why are you tremblin’...? Hehehe…You’re way too sensitive. If you’re reactin’ this strongly just from your legs, then I’m starting to fear what’ll happen once I move on to other parts of your body. 

You wince. 

Ayato: Ah…? You’ve gotten me kind of excited. Come on…I’ll do the back of your legs next and last but not least will be your thighs.

Ruki enters the room. 

Ruki: Oi, Ayato. How are things goーー …Ugh. What’s this smell? 

Ayato: What do you mean? It’s the smell of takoyaki sauce!

Ruki: I can’t say I understand your choice. 

Ayato: Like I give a damn!

Ruki: Oh well. …Anyway, we’re running behind, so I’m going to start with my procedure as well. 

Ayato: Be my guest. …Knowin’ her, I bet she’d love to get doubled teamed on.

You grow flustered. 

*Rustle*

Ruki: Livestock…Ah, you are curious about my nickname choices? This is how I address all of our customers. I will not take any complaints. 

You frown.

Ruki: I will now commence the upper body massage. By focusing on your back, it will not only boost your metabolism, but also help relieve the pressure in your muscles. Allow me to remove the towel. 

*Rustle*

Ruki: Hah…? Why do you seem so surprised? …That caught you off guard? In that case…Should I warn you first every time before touching you? 

You nod. 

Ruki: Oh well. …In that case, I will now touch your right shoulder. 

*Rustle*

Ruki: How’s that? Now there’s no more surprise, right?

Ayato: Che…Look at Mr. Nice Guy over there. 

Ruki: If she moves around too much, it will hinder the procedure. That’s all. …Well then, I’ll massage out the knot. This will help your muscles which might have dilated from the increased blood flow return to their original shape. 

*Rustle*

Ruki: Keep still. Did you not hear me earlier? Just leave everything up to my hands. 

*Rustle*

Ruki: Relax. Your whole body. If you tense up, I cannot apply pressure correctly. Down to your very core…

*Rustle rustle*

Ruki: Oh? You’re still having trouble relaxing? I suppose you leave me no other choice. 

*Rustle*

Ruki: I will have to use force then. 

*Rustle* 

Ruki: Ugh…Well then, I’ll move on to your back now. I will align my fingertips with your spine and press down. 

*Rustle*

Ruki: This should help get rid of the pressure in your muscles. 

*Knock knock*

Ayato: Haah…? Who’s that? ーー Come in.

Reiji opens the door. 

Reiji: It appears that things are taking longer than expected. There are other people waiting in the back, so I suggest all four of us work at once. …Is that okay with you, Yuma?

Yuma: Hell yeah! I finally get to do somethin’! 

Reiji: What’s the matter? Do you not like the idea of having all four of us treat you at once?

Yuma: Shouldn’t ya be happy instead? 

Reiji: Exactly. If you simply behave and let us do our thing, then you will surely feel as if you have ascended to Heaven. Or perhaps…It might be the pits of Hell instead? Fufufu… ーー Well then, Yuma.

Yuma: Roger! 

Yuma walks up to you. 

Yuma: Sow. Imma massage yer head. Ya know, this thing called a ‘scalp massage’. 

Reiji: I shall be in charge of your hands and arms. By focusing on the pressure points in your palms all the way up to your shoulder, I can even get rid of the cellulite on your upper arms. 

*Rustle rustle*

Ruki: Oi, don’t move. The massage is not over yet. I’ll move on to your pelvis next. 

Reiji: Well then, I shall start with your right hand. 

*Rustle*

Reiji: Ah…You are too tense. Please try to relax a little more. 

*Rustle* 

Reiji: Or does it simply feel too good? 

Yuma: I’ll start by a general rub-down of yer head to improve the blood flow. 

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Hehe…How’s that, Chichinashi? You’re getting the full treatment here!

Reiji: It truly is a shame we cannot see the expression on her face. 

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: Hey there. Did we not tell you to keep still? If not, you will receive a severe punishment. Just like this…

*Rustle*

Reiji: Fufufu…Did I not warn you? I pressed a pressure point on the palm of your hand just now. If you experienced pain, then it means that there is a problem with the organ connected to it. (2) Fufufu…Listen carefully. If you do not wish to be in even more pain, I suggest you keep still. I want to make you feel good. With my very own hands and fingers. After all, a happy body harbors a happy soul. 

*Rustle*

Reiji: Our store’s selling point focuses on delivering the ultimate pleasure to our customers. …Well, what actually matters happens only after that though.  

Yuma: Come on, yer head’s startin’ to feel good too, right? I’m the one workin’ my magic after all. In that case…I don’t mind if ya make some noise. No need to hold back…

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: I bet ya can’t get enough of the way my fingers massage yer head, before runnin’ across yer nape and pressin’ down?

*Rustle*

Yuma: I can tell, don’t worry. Yer body’s heatin’ up…Hehe…What do ya say? Want me to keep goin’?

You pass up on his offer.

Yuma: You’re good? I see. In other words, you want more, huh?

You protest.

Yuma: Hehe…Ya can no longer run. Not until you’ve surrendered both your body and soul to our fingertips. Just give in already. No point in fightin’ back forever…Just fully submit to it. 

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: Fufu…Your breathing has become quite ragged. I suppose we are almost there? 

Ayato: Seems like it. I can feel heat radiatin’ all the way down to her toes.

Ruki: Finally? Good grief, she was a stubborn one. 

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: Oi, oi…Try a lil’ harder. I’ve only just gotten started, ya see? 

You protest.

Yuma: You’ve reached yer limit? But the real fun has yet to start.

Ruki: I cannot let you go yet. I’m not done with the treatment of your pelvis. 

Reiji: I am nowhere near finished either. 

Ayato: Well, I’ve done a pretty good job so far.

Yuma: Oh…You’ve got goosebumps. ー Oi, Ruki, lower the pressure a bit.

Reiji: Ayato, so shall we. 

Ayato: Gotcha.

Ruki: If you are wondering why, we do not want you to indulge in the pleasure too much after all. 

Reiji: Fufu…First we build up the pleasure, then right before the climax, we hold back. By repeating this process, you will eventually get a taste of true ecstasy. 

*Knock knock*

Reiji: …Oh? What is it?

Shin and Kanato enter the room. 

Shin: How are things looking over here? 

Kanato: We finished the treatment of the customer in the other room, so we’ve come to check up on things.

Reiji: I see. In that case, please join us in massaging the lady over here. 

You flinch.

Ayato: Whatcha twitchin’ for, Chichinashi? Aah?

You beg for them to stop.

Ruki: You’ve had enough? You are our customer. No need to be modest.

Shin: Right. You didn’t get to have a taste of my skills earlier, did you? This is where the real fun begins. 

Kanato: Exactly.

Shin: Okay. Ready when you are. 

Kanato: I’m good to go as well.

Reiji: Well then, dear customer. You get the unique experience of being massaged by six people all at once. Please enjoy it to the fullest. Fufufu…

*Rustle*

Shin: Haha…Are you shuddering from anticipation? I can tell you’re already gasping for air and I haven’t even done anything yet. 

Ruki: Let us get back to business. 

Shin: You can no longer get away…from my fingers.

Kanato: You do know what will happen if you dare feel good from someone else’s touch, right?

*Rustle rustle*

Shin: Oi…Don’t move. I haven’t even touched you yet, you know?

Kanato: Come on…Focus on me. 

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Chichinashi. You’ve worked up a sweat. Hahaha…

Ruki: Her metabolic rate must have improved. 

Shin: …Don’t tell me that was enough to satisfy you?

Kanato: Go ahead, let everything go.

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: The Heaven you have been waiting for is just around the corner. ーー No, the gates to Hell will open instead.

Yuma: Hehe…Just lose yerself in the pleasure. Come on. 

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: Oh dear, oh dear, seems like she lost consciousness…

Ayato: Aah? What a weakling. I know she got the special treatment but still? 

Ruki: Well, I suppose it cannot be helped, considering our skill.

Shin: What a shame. I haven’t even gotten a chance to show off my techniques. 

Kanato: Says the guy who tried to get her all for himself before any of us had the chance.

Reiji: The same can be said about you.

Yuma: Oh well, I guess we’re done here. Ahー I’m beat. 

Ruki: Yuma. Shall I give you a massage? 

Yuma: Ah? Fuck off. I’m good. 

*TIMESKIP*

You wake up. 

Kanato: …Hm? Have you woken up? You slept for quite some time, you see? It’s already evening. Come on, get off the bed. Our store will be closing soon. 

Reiji enters the room. 

Reiji: Oh? Seems like she finally woke up. How do you feel? Well, after undergoing our treatment, I cannot imagine you could be feeling bad. 

You grow flustered.

Reiji: Your cheeks are flushed. Fufufu…In other words, it felt nice, did it not? 

You thank them. 

Reiji: No need to thank us. We are no charity organization after all. That being said, Ruki, please fetch her ticket. 

Ruki: Ah, yes. Here it is. 

*Thud* 

Ruki: Livestock, we accept payment by credit card as well, so feel free to use that option if you’d like. 

You seem shocked. 

Shin: Hm? What’s wrong? You look shocked. …? The price is too high? …You’re kidding, right?

Yuma: I mean, ya made a reservation knowin’ damn well we aren’t cheap, didn’t ya? All the prices are on the website after all. 

You explain.

Yuma: Ah…? Ya never booked a session? Why the fuck are ya sayin’ that now!? 

You insist that he dragged you inside. 

Yuma: Ah!? It’s my fault!? 

Reiji: Now that I think about it, Yuma, I do recall you dragging her inside the shop rather forcibly. 

Ruki: That being said, she could have still refused. After receiving the entire treatment, it only seems fair that she pays. 

Yuma: E-Exactly…! What Ruki said!

Ayato: What’s wrong, Chichinashi? Don’t tell me you don’t have that kind of money? 

Reiji: Good grief…Well, I do admit that the special course is somewhat on the pricey side. What shall we do? 

Ayato: In that case…She’ll have no other choice but to pay in ‘that’ way, right?

Kanato: Fufu…You’re talking about ‘that’, right? I honestly prefer that over actual money. She’s been giving off a lovely scent this whole time after all. 

Kanato moves closer to you. 

*Rustle*

Kanato: I can no longer hold back. 

Shin: I mean, if that works for you guys, I’m on board as well. …Of course, I’ll get the first taste, okay?

*Rustle*

You ask for an explanation. 

Ruki: …Isn’t it obvious what we’re talking about? Livestock. We want…your blood.

Your eyes widen in horror. 

Reiji: Well, if you cannot pay us the money, it is simply the only other option left. 

Yuma: Hehehe…Brace yerself, Sow!

You ask if that was their goal all along. 

Reiji: Oh dear? You realized only now? Exactly, we only have one objectiveーー not the money, but the customer’s blood. 

Ruki: We make their blood more tasty by providing pleasure, then indulge. A very efficient system, no? 

Reiji: Well, I am the one who came up with the idea. Fufufu…

You try to escape. 

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Fufufu…Please don’t thrash about. You got to feel good, so it only makes sense for us to get something in return now, right? 

Ayato: Chichinashi. Behave!

*Rustle* 

Yuma: Oi, Ayato! Why are ya tryin’ to get first dips here!? 

Ayato: Aah!?

Yuma: I’m up first!

Shin: Don’t be ridiculous. I obviously get to go first. 

Ruki: Wait. Seniority (3) is the deciding factor here. I go first.

Kanato: Hold up! That’s unreasonable! I’m first!

Reiji: May I remind you all that I am the owner of this store! You should allーー 

Ayato: Look, take it down a notch, okay? 

Reiji: Excuse me? I could say the same to you. 

Ruki: I cannot say that it is very admirable to try and abuse one’s authority to get personal gains. 

Yuma: Keh…! Stupid rich folks think they can have it all!

Shin: Well, if you want to use that argument, I have the most authority of us all, being a Founder. …Right? 

You suddenly push them aside. 

*THUD*

You make a run for it.

Ayato: …!? Chichinashi, you bitch! Get back here!

They start chasing after you. 

Kanato: Wait…! I won’t let you get away from me!

Yuma: Fuck, that sneaky Sow…! Hold it!

Shin: Ah…? God, this happened because you guys just had to get into a ridiculous argument!

Ruki: Good grief…I wonder why it always turns out like this? I cannot comprehend. 

Reiji: You have the nerve to say that!? 

Ruki: What do you mean? 

Reiji: Haah…Why does this happen time after time? Well, I suppose I was wrong to assume that things could work out with this group of individuals. 

Ruki: Think of it this way, they might successfully drag her back here. 

Reiji: Well, my expectations aren’t very high, but I suppose we shall eagerly await their return. Haah…I wonder when we’ll actually get a taste of some delicious blood? Right now, all the trouble does not weigh up to the benefits. 

However, it would be a waste to let this fateful meeting go to waste…

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Yuma is struggling to use correct keigo or formal speech here. Since English lacks similar structures, I had to adjust some things for my translation.

(2) A lot of Chinese medicine (which is also highly celebrated in Japan) focused on internal organs and its relationship to pressure points. 

(3) Ruki refers to the ‘nenko system’ which is common at most Japanese firms and companies. The longer somebody has worked at one workplace, the higher their salary and the more benefits they get.

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Lovers & Strangers - Chapter 22

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 The next morning, Mark left to go to class, and I started to gather my stuff together as my parents walked into the room. I told them my decision, on how I decided that I wanted to be discharged that I would just do the therapy recommendations.  I could tell my parents didn’t agree, but they decided to support me anyway.

After telling the doctor and finally being discharged, I made my way down to my parents rental and we left the hospital lot together. As we were driving the empathetic period wore off for my parents and they became very questioning of my previous actions.

“ how long have you been doing drugs?” my mother asks

“ how long have you been screwing Ethan?“ my father asks, “ does your boyfriend, know you’ve been screwing his best friend and your best friend?” he continued.

“ why do you drink so much?” my mother asks

The questions went on and on and on and I finally had enough. I looked through the duffle bag that Mark brought me that was full of my stuff and began digging through looking for earphones.

“ what are you looking for?” my mother asked and she turned around to look at me in the backseat

“ ear phones”

“ no, we’re asking you questions. And you haven’t given us very good answers”

“ maybe I don’t know the answer. I don’t really feel like being questioned right now.”

I couldn’t find any headphones, so I just turned and looked out the window. My mother turned back around giving up on asking me questions, and we all just sit in silence. the silence didn’t last very long though, before my mother turned back around.

“you know I really don’t think you should’ve been discharged today. If the doctor thinks that’s the best thing for you is to be admitted then we should’ve listened. Then you should’ve listened.“ my mother somewhat lectures me. But she doesn’t wait for my answer. She turns right back around as we continue driving.

When we arrive to my house, my father pulls the car into the driveway and I see that Ethan is already there. I can see his figure still sitting in his car and he doesn’t get out until we all get out of my parents rental.

“ hello Ethan” my father says to Ethan has he approaches us

“ hey” Ethan says back, looking at both my mother and my father. We all walk into my house together and of course my roommates are there. They act pleasant though, putting on an act for my parents. They soon had to head off to class, so it’s just an empty house with me, my parents and Ethan.

“ so since you will have to be going to these meetings until the end of the month, Ethan agreed that he would stay longer so you weren’t lonely” my mother says

“ but you guys wont be in the same house together” my father starts then looks over at Ethan, “ do you understand?”

Ethan nods his head at my father and looks over at me, “ I know Mark is also staying until the end of the month as well. I know you can’t come to Tampa, but you can call-“

“oh, no worries. We will be staying here for another week or so.” my mother interrupts.

“ why? don’t you have a job?” I asked my mother.

“ watch the attitude.“ my dad raises his voice at me, “we could’ve pulled you from the school immediately when we heard the stunt you pulled“

“whatever, I’m going to my room. Enjoy your lovely vacation in Ann Arbour Michigan.” I said, with slight attitude, as I stand up and make my way up the stairs to my room

As I get upstairs, I slam the door hard behind me and make my way into my bed. it wasn’t even 30 seconds later that I hear a knock on the door.

“ can I come in?” I hear Ethan say quietly on the other side of the door

“ it’s not locked” I grumble inside of my pillow.

The door opens, and Ethan sits on the bed, looking down at my body with my face in my pillow. I feel him rub my back, and let out a soft sigh.

“ your parents just wanna watch you for the week to see how you behave” Ethan starts, “ My parents told me this morning, so don’t say that I said anything because I’m not supposed to. but it’s basically to see if they’re gonna let you come back next year” he whispers.

I slowly turn over so I can look at Ethan, and he smiles at me softly before seeing my confused expression on my face.

“why do they keep threatening to pull me out of the school and why don’t they just do it already?” I say to him

“because you prove them wrong once, you can prove them wrong again”

I smile at Ethan finally as he smiles back at me. I sit up on the side of the bed beside him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, bringing me in for a side hug.

“ well“ Ethan says before standing up, “I should go down and entertain your guests” Ethan says, making me laugh.

“ I guess I’ll come down to” I say, standing up and following Ethan back downstairs where my parents are.

I sit in the living room and just listen to the conversation between Ethan and my parents not really wanting to talk to them. The conversation of course is about hockey or about Ethan’s parents and things that we’ve missed out on since we aren’t home. Finally around an hour later, my father stands up.

“ well, I’m starved. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“ I think I’ll stay.” I say, but quickly coming up with something else so they didn’t think I was giving them an attitude. “Mark said he would be coming over after class, so I’m gonna stay and wait for him” I say.

“ well, why don’t we pick him up and he can come to” my mother suggests and Ethan looks over at me questioningly.

“ Okay, fine. I’ll text him and tell him we will pick him up”

After picking mark up, and having an awkward car ride, sitting in the backseat of a small car between Mark and Ethan, we finally made our way to the restaurant. We all got out, and Mark walked beside me, reaching down to grab my hand, but I shrugged him off to avoid any awkwardness between Mark, Ethan, and I. I look at him and smile apologetically, then look over in Ethan's direction. I couldn’t read the expression on his face on whether he was upset or not.

Lunch was fine and went by faster than I thought and before we knew it, I was back sitting in the car beside Ethan and Mark. This time when my parents drop me off, they didn’t come in with me, only Ethan and Mark. Ethan left 15 minutes after we all went back to my place as he wanted to take a nap before hockey practice.

“ I’m so sorry I really wanted this day to be just us“ I say to Mark, as we are lying on my couch. He leans down and press is his lips on my forehead planting a kiss.

“ don’t worry about it, we're alone now“ he says, then smiles, “you can come over tonight if you want. I know in the morning I’m gonna have to go to practice and then hop on a plane so if you want to spend the night, that’s more than alright. Actually, I want you to stay the night.”

“ Mark I-“ I start, then swallow, “ it’s just that Ethan’s there and-“

“ well, you’re gonna have to stay over eventually. He’s always going to be there. He's my roommate. I just want my girlfriend to spend the night with me.” Mark says slightly upset.

“ my parents are still in town, and with everything that just happened over the weekend. Maybe you should just come here for the night” 

“ fine” Mark says, but I can tell he’s slightly annoyed. 

We both lay on the couch and finish watching the movie before Mark gets up and makes his way to the door. I follow and press a kiss on his lips before he leaves for practice.

As he was at practice, my parents took me to get groceries and then came back to my apartment to cook dinner for my roommates and I and even made leftovers for Mark for when he comes by later.

After dinner with my roommates and my parents, Beth announced that she was going to the library, and my other roommate agreed that she would go to. 

“ that sounds great, y/n you should tag along long too” my mother says before looking at Beth, “ I don’t mean to invite her, but I think it would be good for her. Is it alright if she comes?” my mother asks.

“ yeah sure”

“ Okay, sure. Just let me go grab my stuff and then we can go to the library.” I say, standing up and taking my and my parents dishes to the sink before going to my room to collect my belongings.

On my way down the stairs I text Mark letting him know where I am and hug my parents goodbye and telling them I’ll see them tomorrow. I make my way to Beth’s car and we drive to the library together. 

It was boring. And I still don’t like my roommates, but they are smart. We are in a lot of the same classes together so I figure I might as well get some help while I can. After an hour of being there, my phone buzzes, and I looked down to see Mark’s name on my phone.

“ I’m sorry I need to take this“ I say, standing from the table without waiting for their approval and making my way out into the hallway.

“ hey baby!” I say excitedly into my phone after answering

“ hey, you still studying?” Mark asks.

“ yes, but I’ll ditch them if you have something more fun in mind” I say, seductively through the phone

“Hmmm” Mark hums, “ I have a couple of things in mind“

“ oh yeah?”

“ no spoilers though”

“ Okay, well, I got a drive here with Beth so I’m going to have to walk home”

“ no, just walk over to Yost. I’ll ask Holtzy if he can drive us to yours since you live close to him” 

“ Okay, can’t wait to see you handsome”

“ I’m more excited to see you beautiful“ mark says back, and I can hear whipping sounds in the background from the boys mocking him. I laugh.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a few”

I Hang up the phone and go back into the library to collect my stuff and let the two girls know that I would be heading back home with Mark. They told me they may be a couple more hours and I told him I’d leave the door unlocked for them before making my way over to Yost and meeting my boyfriend.

Later, Mark and I made it back to my place and headed upstairs to my room. I walk over to my bed as Mark shuts the door behind him, but grabs my waist before I can make it.

“ where do you think you’re going?“ mark says, turning me around to face him

“ my bed“ I say back with a smug smile

“ before giving me a kiss?”

I look up at Mark and stand on my tippy toes, and Mark leans down, slightly to press his lips onto mine. Our kiss was passionate and I didn’t want it to end. When I pulled away and looked at him, I didn’t get the same urge that I usually do to rip all of his clothes off, I just wanted to lay his arms

“ do you want to take a bath?” He asks me and I smile.

“ of course” I say, “ get it all started and I’ll meet you in there” 

Mark leaves my room, and I turn and strip down covering myself with a bathrobe, then grab my iPad and make my way into the bathroom. By the time I get to the bathroom, Mark is already lying inside of the tub waiting for my arrival. 

I take my bathrobe off and Mark licks his lips watching. I put a towel on the toilet and positioned the iPad on the other side of where Mark is lying in the tub before stepping inside. I sit between Mark’s legs and lean my back against his chest before Mark presses a kiss on the side of my head. we lay in the bathtub, occasionally looking at each other for a quick kiss, or a short make out session as we watch the movie playing on my iPad.

“ can I tell you something?“ Mark says to me, and I look up at him and see a serious look on his face. I smile at him.

“ anything” I say to him

“ I’m in love with you“ he blurts making me swallow, hard, and then turning and looking straight at the other end of the top where the iPad is. I was not expecting that, and I didn’t know how to answer. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of said that. but- and I know it’s soon but I can’t help it. I’m in love with you.”

“Mark-“ I start, then clear my throat, “it’s just so soon. I don’t know if I can say it back. but I really really do like you, Mark and can potentially see myself loving you but-“

“ no buts, your answer was good enough for me” mark says, and I turned to look up at him, and he smiles down at me. His smile is so contagious I can’t help but smile back.

“ thank you” I say

“ for what?”

“ being the only person that can love me especially with everything that’s been going on. I feel like I ruined everything and everyone’s lives.”

I hear Mark sigh. But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, we stay lying in each others arms watching the movie on my iPad.

After we are done in the bathtub. We both get out and get ready for bed. Mark just put boxers on and makes his way into my bed, while I pull over the shirt he was just wearing earlier today over my head, wearing that as my PJs, before making my way in beside him.

“ are you happy that you chose me? do you feel like you made the right decision I mean” Mark asked me as I’m cuddled up into his arms

“ why do you keep asking me this? Why do you think that I’d rather be with Ethan?”

“ I don’t know, I feel like I’m the one that got in the way and that you actually wanna be with him. I just can’t compete with the guy. Sorry not compete I mean- I just- I- I’m not him. There’s still so much about you that I don’t know and it freaks me out that he knows everything, you guys are so close I mean really close.. “ he says, rolling his eyes before continuing again, “ I just don’t want things to get rough and you feeling like I wont be able to be there for you like Ethan is”

I don’t look up at Mark, but just lay there and process my thoughts, but Mark continues, “ I know telling you that I am in love with you freaks you out, but-“

“ Ethan also told me he loved me this week” I said, cutting him off, “this is just too much for me. I just want to be happy in the moment with you and I don’t wanna think about Ethan in our relationship. why does he matter so much that you constantly have to bring him up? our relationship is with me and you mark. that’s all I want it to be you were the only person for me” I say, slightly annoyed, but trying to reassure him

“ he does matter, though. Because he matters to you.”

“ mark please. I’m done with this conversation if you feel like you need to bring him up again then leave because I’m done” I say, annoyed, “ I just wanted this night, just me and you. But fuck Mark you just can’t stop with this whole Ethan shit. He told me that he loved me and I chose you. do you know how many factors pointed to Ethan but my heart still chose you. Ethan is basically a stranger to me now because I chose you. but I don’t regret it.”

“okay” mark says. that’s all Mark says. I continue to lay in his arms, but the conversation just stops. he wants to talk about nothing else. 

After about 30 minutes of us both sitting in silence playing on our phones, I try to bring up a new subject as we lay in the silence, trying to eliminate the awkwardness.

“ so, frozen four”

“ Yep, I can’t wait to get there. it’s so crazy, the only thing that could make it better is if you were there too”

His answer is reassuring that he is no longer thinking of the Ethan topic that we just argued about.

“ make it to the finals, and maybe I can find my way down”

“ yeah? That would be a dream come true”

“ no, all your dreams will come true when you get that trophy“

“ I’ll be upset if we don’t get it but I already got a trophy” he says, and I look up at him to smile, and he smiles back as he leans and presses his lips to mine.

“well, we should go to sleep now” I say, pulling away from the kiss, “you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow“

[grape-rpsources]

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' Listen, self-defense is instinctual common sense. '

' We are literally at the bottom, we’re the lowest of the low. '

' Maybe we should go before someone cool comes up? Before I die? Pick one. '

' Once a girl tried to kill me with rat poison, so I took her outside and punched her ‘til she died. '

' Punch me. Just punch me. '

' Fuck, when did you show up!? '

' Can I be honest? You’re a man who’s not coping with what’s going on. '

' Sometimes, when you have a new hobby, don’t show up. '

' That’s my favorite way to be an ally, you just say you’re doing something and then you don’t do any of those things. '

' Are you stressed? Because I’m stressed. '

' My dad left me and I’m incredibly punctual. '

' I’m gonna finally reverse-stalk my stalker. '

' Stop smiling, I’m kicking your ass. '

' You little bitch, it’s actually working. '

' I literally jack off after every single therapy session. '

' All women are hot to me. '

' I feel like I kinda killed the vibe. '

' We’re having fun, we’re selling panties. '

' You’re really, really brave. '

' I can’t answer that question ‘cause I don’t know how to read. '

' I’m getting revenge. I’m gonna fuck up some football players and I’m buying a gun. '

' Don’t get distracted ‘cause we could be fined, like, two dollars for this. '

' I really value when people use violence and raise their voices for me. It’s actually one of my love languages. '

' I don’t really see how we recover from this. '

' Well, you have no friends and a skank as a mom. '

' This doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it. '

' I’m just concerned cause, like, your wrists are so small and the pen is so heavy. '

' You’re pathetic, [NAME]. '

' I’m not a fucking idiot, I just look like this. '

' Is this about the time I said Amelia Earheart was a fake hero? '

' Man, I knew women were evil. '

' Do you care about anyone other than yourself? '

' If you don’t wanna borrow firearms then why are you here? '

' I’m not your gay yoda, [NAME]. You’re too old for this shit. '

' Invest in yourself, teach people to fear you instead of love you. '

' I never had many friends and that’s… that’s sad. '

' How old are you? I put whiskey in that. '

' It’s bloodlust, man, that’s not the point. '

' Circle of bad vibes. '

' This is the most important day of your life. Forget your wedding, forget your funeral, fuck your bar mitzvah, this is what matters. '

' You scaring the shit out of me, boy, you alright? '

' Do the apology, instead. '

' Well, that is obviously a red flag. Are we not reading that as a red flag, that’s crazy! '

' In your fucking dreams, [NAME]. Which you don’t deserve to have. When you sleep it should be, like, total darkness. '

' Oh wait, I’m gay! '

' Is porn even real? '

' I feel like I have asthma now. '

' I do wanna say, I feel like you killed that guy. '

' The sheer amount of lies I told is… shocking. '