#giving the trade towns some love ya love to see it

[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Ranch

New au just dropped. Cowboy Weasley Au. Do they still have magic? Yes because wizard cowboys. And my cancer doctor unit care appointment is tomorrow so I need to distract myself badly

William ‘Bill’

Would be the town historian/artifact collector type. Often would go hunting with Charlie as well. He’s going to be the guy you go to if you ever have a problem with anything at any hour at any time. Except the full moon. Ain’t no one allowed to mess with that man when the moon is full. Unless ya like to leave with a few new stories to a few new scars

Charlie

The horse wrangler. Never been a horse he couldn’t tame, because he doesn’t tame em. He respects them, and they respect him. Not a single breed he hasn’t been able to get on and ride. Your man, on the ranch, you go to for any horse related issues ever. Need a horse? Wondering why yours is sick? He’s got it all handle. He’s also got a few tricks up his sleeve for the other wild life liking folks

Percy

Town doctor. No doubt about it. He’s always patching people up. Making sure everyone is healthy, and properly caring for their wounds. Keeps mostly to his books, and had plenty of test subjects for his care. When you have five brothers, and a sister, on a ranch you learn a thing or two about medicine real fast. Especially when you grow your own herbs to begin with

Fred and George

They run the General Store. But they sure don’t run General things. If you know what you want, they’ll be sure to make sure you get what you want. Won’t be cheap, but they’ll have the highest quality around. The best gun powder, the best guns, oh they got it all. With candy for the kids, so you can go home with a slice of home

Ron

Grew up to be the towns Sheriff. Not like the last one was any good competition to begin with. He’s doing what he can to take care of everyone in the town. He’s doing more than what the plate has room to offer. He’s trustworthy, and if you have a problem he ain’t afraid to play bounty hunter for you

Ginny

She is still figuring out what she wants to do, in life, given all her brothers have some kind of successful job or another. Until then, she’s the best ranch hand you’ll ever damn see. Can ride a horse that can rival the likes of Charlie. Can shoot any target you give her, and lasso any bastard you need. She’s a jack of all trades. You’ll often see her helping teach the other girls some trades as well. Trying to make the world have a few more cowgirls to love

[missdirection26]

I saw this and spouted a couple of thousand words.

Summary: You’re the person in control of Jackson’s alcohol production and distribution.

You’ve been trying not to crush on Joel Miller, and having some time away to focus on producing some drinks for the winter dance in 2038 gives you some much needed time apart.

Until you see his beautifully outgrown hair…

Word count: 2.1k

Rating: Mature (just for swearing and drinking)

Tags: Jackson!Joel, Fluff, Angst with a happy ending, Romance, First Kiss

Chapter One (Chapter two - here)

Joel Miller’s hair was going to be the death of you.

As the person with control over the alcohol distribution in Jackson, you were one of the only people allowed in Joel’s small circle of trust. Years ago when he’d joined the community with his sort-of daughter, he sought you out. You, who’d grown up working in your families distillery Before. You who were strong-willed enough to manage the most popular non-essential resource in town, and the arguments that came along with it. Joel, however, was ever the Southern gentleman.

“Excuse me ma’am, sorry to bother ya, but my brother, Tommy…he said you’re the lady I need to come to to barter for more than my assigned ration of whiskey?”

Despite his size, he seemed small in that moment. Nervous. Perhaps even shy?

“Tommy knows better than to call me a lady, ain’t ever been one of those. But he’s right about how I got the hookup. I got a distillery system set up here, raided the Jackson Hole Still Works south of here a few years back for the equipment, but production is still limited. How much you looking for?”

He stood before you, rubbing the back of his neck and pointedly avoiding contact with your eyes. You figured out later that it was lucky on your end he did that, as your usually steely will had a kryptonite in his baby brown eyes.

“Double the ration amount ongoing? I ain’t got nothing physical to trade yet, but I’ll be a full-time patroller soon if ya need somethin’. Or I’m good with my hands”

You smirked and giggled at him then, secretly knowing what he meant (Tommy had been raving on around town about his brothers contracting skills the months he’d been gone in preparation for his return), but you loved messing with guys. And watching his sun-kissed cheeks redden slightly as he realised what he’d said sent a small thrill of power down your spine.

“I…I meant buildin’. Woodwork and shit, can figure my way around a pipe too if need be. I just…” he trailed off.

That was the moment you think it all started, this stupid schoolgirl crush on a 50 odd year old man. Seeing him try not to be vulnerable with a stranger, in a strange town, in a shit world. So you take pity on him.

“Glass bottles. People are suppose to return them, but accidents happen and we have less and less all the time. They’re also heavy so patrollers don’t like to carry them back, but thats usually the currency I have with the others. Lets say average one bottle a patrol, and I get you on retainer for repairs or building work I need, and you got a deal” you stated confidently, stepping closer and held a hand out to seal the deal. Little would you know, this moment would become your undoing.

For years, you two circled around each other, waltzing around the energy you emitted. He’d come to the small distillery you ran out of an old restaurant every week, with a few precious glass bottles, and had a small stilted conversation as you updated your logs with the exchange. You learned he had a dry sense of humour like yours, that you could make the corners of his lips turn upward with a bit of town gossip, and that he’d set up a woodworking room in his house when Ellie move out to the garage. The last one came along with the first of many gifts he started giving you. Tiny little creatures he’d began whittling after the endless downtime of town living had started grating on him. On the house he’d say every time you offered a bottle of beer in exchange, giving you lip on not understanding the concept of a gift.

For years, you danced. You knew Joel didn’t feel anything like that towards you, he’d been very clear about that. A couple of years back, Tommy set him up on a date with the lady who ran the greenhouse - Esther you think? She wasn’t one for drinking so you had no clue about her really - and Joel spent a good portion of your weekly chat groaning on about the upcoming thing. You bantered back like always, but tiny pinpricks hit your heart at how adamant he was about not needing a partner like that. And honestly, it’s not something you’d ever wanted either, especially after losing Talia sometime before Joel even joined Jackson. You thought you’d had your one love, and the pain of losing another had you bat off any attention with your wit and sass, sticking to harmless flirting. But Joel had somehow nudged his way in. You resolved to start building the walls back up.

It had been easier recently. With the winter being so harsh, socialising as a town had reduced, and the council were worried about morale. Ergo - The Winter Dance.

Social events were regular in Jackson, but the council were determined to go all out with this one, wanting to coax as many residents out and having fun as possible. So for the first time, they wanted a full open bar. Usually there was a limit to keep the town from running totally dry, but some sweet talking from Maria and a promise of another raid of Jackson Hole Still Works had you agreeing to overproduce for a month before the dance to create enough supply. This meaning you and a few trusted ‘employees’ were basically living at your makeshift distillery, no time for any sort-of flirting with a certain bearded Texan.

What this also meant was that after a whole month of not laying eyes on the man, you were not prepared for the fact that he’d somehow decided to grow his hair out a bit for the winter. So when you enter the Church where the dance is being held, and you see the man leaning against the makeshift bar, you’re not prepared at all, and with the exhaustion reducing your self control, the walls came tumbling down.

Thankfully, he didn’t spot you as you entered or you knew your face would have given you away, so focussed on something in the crowd. Your eyes followed what he was looking at, and a small smile upturned the corners of your lips. Out on the dance floor was your old lover's sister Dina (who you also thought of as a sister), with her arms around Joel's now grown kid, Ellie. You hadn’t spoken much to Dina recently, after her turning 18 and joining the full-time patrol team keeping her busy, but after her on-off with Jesse the past few years, you were just glad she seemed to be moving on.

You were so focussed on the young girls, you hadn’t realised you had company.

“So you are alive. Still not used to trustin’ people, so I’m mighty glad to see ya hear tonight to prove ‘em right”

Fuck. That stupid goddamn Texan drawl. You had enough self-restraint to not look over to him, knowing that either his baby brown eyes or the new hair growth so perfect for running your hands through would be your undoing.

“Well, the Council thought it would be good for the town if everyone could get white girl wasted, so who am I to deny that request?”

You heard him snort gently next to you. The next few seconds passed in agonising silence (for you at least) before the man consuming your soul made a sound.

“So does she partake in her own goods?”

You whip your head round to look at him, confusion masked on your face, forgetting about the incandescent curls you were about to see.

He’s attuned to your facial expressions by now.

“I mean, can I get you a drink?” he mumbles, gesturing weakly to the bar in the corner where all your hard work for the past month resides.

If you had to stand there any longer, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist grabbing those goddamn curls, so without warning, your legs took off, striding you fast and efficiently towards your goal - some fucking liquid courage.

Jeff - one of the bartenders who drew the short straw to work the dance - knew you well enough to have a double whiskey neat, ready for you to slam back the moment you were close enough.

“So you ain’t a nurse your drink kind of gal, good to know”

The fucking Texan drawl had followed you. Of course, he had longer (and so sexy and thick) legs that’d easily keep up with your small stature.

You shoved your glass back toward Jeff, before taking a deep breath and steeling your resolve as you looked back to Joel. Fuck he looks so fucking hot. You can do this, it’s just one night.

“I’ve just spent the past month pouring my blood, sweat, and tears into all this. Think I deserve to drink it however I please thank you!”

Phew. Not awful. Not as witty as you might usually be, but given the fucking hair situation, you were doing your goddamn best,

The heat emanating off him as he scooched closer to you wasn’t helping though.

“Well, I’m grateful for your effort ma’am, this is a mighty fine batch you made”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. With resources slimmer as the years go by, the quality of the alcohol you distilled varied. Joel was always an honest judge, something you’d grown to respect over the years. You knew his words were true, and fuck if it didn’t worsen your resolve.

But he wasn’t interested in you like that - in anyone. So you used the remainder of your self-control to change the subject.

“Didn’t peg you to be a community event attendee Miller, thought this was all a bunch of communist bullshit last I heard?”

He snorted a bit louder this time, somehow still ridiculously attractive.

“I was threatened from multiple angles. Ellie and Tommy together could arguably be more formidable than FEDRA when it comes to forcing me to do shit I don’t wanna do”

Inwardly, you sighed. It was nice that Joel had people who cared about him like this of course, but it just reminded you of what you didn’t have. Dina checked in occasionally, feeling a bit responsible for the woman her sister loved, and although you were friendly with most of Jackson given your role, no one cared enough about your wellbeing to force you to do something you didn’t want to do but would be good for you. Totally your fault of course, you didn’t let many people close enough for that. Still…it ached.

“Woah, hey there girlie, you with me? You started drinkin’ before you got here maybe?”

Fuck. SHIT. You got stuck in your head, and now your stupid hot crush was having to guide you gently out of the church as you slowly came back to your senses.

It was only once you’d turned a corner and were alone with him that you returned fully to your body - realising his large, calloused hand was gently gripping your upper arm.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Joel, that hasn’t happened in a really long time. I think I’m just tired, with all the extra work and all-”

He quickly interrupted you by turning to face you head on.

“Girlie, you don’t gotta apologise, it’s kinda nice to see you be a bit human for once”

And as you looked up at his face, you saw the softest and kindest expression you’d ever seen on the survivors face, some of his previously slicked back curls popping out in the cold, forming a slightly wild halo to frame him. He was the most beautiful creature you’d ever seen, and you physically couldn’t stop yourself from stepping into his space, and reaching up a hand to gently run through his curls.

Those baby brown eyes widened slightly in shock, but otherwise he didn’t move for what felt like eternity as your fingers were buried and surrounded by his brown and grey locks, pushing through them reverently.

Slowly, one of his hands found your waist and gently tugged you forward as his other hand found your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheek. You were totally aware of your body, every feeling, but you no longer had control. And as his head tilted down to meet yours, his lips grazing on yours, you never wanted control of your body again if it meant depriving you of this feeling. You could feel him moving out of pure instinct like yourself, and despite it just being a kiss, you realised deep in your gut, that this was the start of something physically and spiritually breathtaking

[allzelemonz]

Clothes: Kieran Duffy X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘son’ and ‘mister’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G/Fluff Warnings: Dutch is questionable, arguing with Dutch, Dutch is a dad, standing up for Kieran, love confession, budding relationship, very fluffy Kieran Duffy Summary: You’re fed up with the way the gang treats Kieran, so you do something about it.

The man has been tied to a tree for a long time now. He gets water on a rare occasion, but hardly ever food. He’s been wearing the same clothes the whole time too. When he came back with John he wasn’t tied to the tree again and now he’s attempting to contribute to camp. He gets food and water regularly now, but he’s still in the same clothes.

“Hey, Kieran.” You say, standing by the tree line.

He looks up from the saddle on his knee. “Hey, Mister.”

“You wanna go into town with me?”

“Into town?” He asks, glancing at Dutch’s tent.

“Don’t worry about Dutch, you wanna go or not?”

He looks down for a minute, thinking. “You, uh, you sure Dutch won’t be mad, Mister?”

“If he is, he’ll be mad at me.” You say. “Come on.”

Kieran carefully puts the saddle away and joins you by the path. You mount your horses and ride into town without much incident despite the recent O’Driscoll sightings. You lead Kieran down the road and hitch in front of the saloon. A few townspeople say hello, recognising you from your few trips into Valentine.

“Here.” You say, tossing Kieran a coin. “Go to the hotel, get a bath.”

Kieran looks from you to the coin. “Ya don’t have ta do that, Mister.”

“I do. Because if I have to hear Miss Grimshaw talk about the other men in camp smelling I will throw myself off of the cliff.” You say.

“Oh.” Kieran looks away from you.

“You deserve a little relaxation after all that captivity.” You say, giving him a sympathetic smile. “I’m not paying for anyone else, the others can go in the river for all I care.”

“Well, I, uh,” Kieran takes a breath, collecting his thoughts. “Thanks, Mister.”

You turn to your saddle bag and pull out a stack of clothes. “Take these too.”

Kieran takes them from you. “Are ya sure? I don’t want ya spendin’ all yer money on me.”

“I didn’t spend any, I’ve had those for years.”

Kieran’s face goes a little red. “You’re-you’re givin’ me yer clothes?”

“You need them, I don’t.” You wave him off. “Go on, I’ll be here.”

You leave Kieran by the horses and go into the saloon. From the window you see him walk to the hotel and disappear inside. You take a table by the door and order some food for you and Kieran. You know Dutch will likely be upset when you get back, but Miss Grimshaw will be happy that one less of the men smells like horses so it’s a decently even trade. Your loyalty may be questioned, Bill and Sean will certainly think so, but Kieran’s a good guy. Even for a former O’Driscoll.

You can see Kieran through the window as he leaves the hotel. Your clothes don’t look too bad on him. He enters and sees you so he sits across the table. You point to the plate in front of him.

He shakes his head. “I told ya, I don’t want ya spendin’ all yer money on me.”

“You think this is all my money?” You chuckle. “As annoying as Micah is, he picks good jobs. I robbed a stage with him yesterday, I got money to spare.”

“You sure, Mister?” Kieran asks, looking down at the food.

“It’s already paid for, Kieran. Eat.”

“Thank you.” He says, meeting your eyes.

You nod with a small smile and he starts to eat. Compared to the constant stew from Pearson, you know how good saloon food can be. You relax in your chair as Kieran eats, having already finished yours while he was at the hotel.

“Anyone talk to you about a tent yet?” You ask as Kieran finishes his last bite.

He shakes his head. “You’ve already done enough, Mister. Ya don’t need ta-”

“So no.” You cut him off. “I’ll talk to Dutch then.”

“Really, Mister, you’ve done enough.” Kieran says. “I appreciate it, but ya don’t gotta do all this for me.”

“I want to.” You say, sitting up in your chair to look at Kieran.

“Why?” He asks. “Everybody else around here still calls me an O’Driscoll!”

“I’ve met O’Driscolls.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “You’re not an O’Driscoll.”

“You mind mentionin’ that ta Dutch?”

“I do, almost on a daily basis.”

“Ya do?”

You nod. “It’s mostly Sean that says it, I think he does it to annoy me now.”

Kieran smiles to himself. You correcting people is one thing, but the fact that it annoys you when they call him an O’Driscoll is a whole other, much more meaningful, thing.

“Let’s get back so I can face Dutch’s long winded speech.” You say, standing.

Kieran follows you. His mind is on a lot of different things now. He’s wearing your clothes, you took him into town and bought him food and a bath, you’re going to talk to Dutch so he doesn’t have to. He thinks about this for the whole ride back to camp. You’re too nice to him and he can’t wipe the smile from his face, even as he hitches his horse next to yours.

“And where, may I ask, have you been?” Dutch asks, his hands on his hips as he stands halfway between you and his tent.

“Town.” You answer simply.

“With the O’Driscoll boy?”

“I was watching him, he didn’t do anything wrong.”

Dutch sighs. “And if he had gone running to those O’Driscolls we’ve seen all over town?”

“He didn’t.” You say, looking over the forming crowd. “It’s not a big deal, Dutch.”

“It is, son.” He shakes his head. “You have no idea how big of a deal it is.”

You sigh. “Let’s talk then, Dutch. You tell me what makes it such a big deal.”

“Sure, son.” Dutch gestures to his tent. “Come on in.”

Never before has Dutch been terrifying to you, but now he seems like a monster hiding in plain sight. Some of the traits you’ve heard about the infamous Colm, you’re starting to see in Dutch. The members of the gang watch as you go into Dutch’s tent and he drops the covers. Kieran’s heart is nearly beating out of his chest as he makes himself go back to work.

“I know you care for the boy, son, but I can’t risk him running off to Colm.” Dutch says, handing you a cup of tea that you know Hosea brewed earlier.

“He has nothing but respect for everyone here, he’s thankful for you getting him out of there, Dutch.”

He shakes his head. “I just can’t let him run around with O’Driscolls about.”

“Wherever he goes, I will go with him.” You say. “I have no problem babysitting him, Dutch. If that’s what you really think is necessary.”

Dutch sighs, tapping his finger on his cup of tea. “I can’t lose a good man like you on these jobs we have planned.”

“You won’t.” You say, putting your cup down. “He’s fine while he’s in camp, right?”

“I just don’t know, son.”

“I’m not asking for you to tell him all your plans and let him run off into the sunset, Dutch!” You say, frustration starting to set in. “I just think you could treat him a little more like a person.”

“I let that boy, that O’Driscoll, live. I think that is plenty.”

“You and I both know he’s not a real O’Driscoll.” You sigh. “You want loyalty, Dutch? Make him feel like you’re someone worth being loyal to.”

Dutch stares at you, his eyes settling on the implied accusation you’ve put in the air.

You sigh. “You brought all of us in and gave us a home. You are a father to half of us, a brother to the rest. Why not Kieran?”

Dutch shakes his head. “I understand your frustration, son.”

“I don’t think you do.” You lean back in your chair. “Would you be like this if I used to work for Colm? If Charles did? Lenny? Sean?”

“That ain’t fair, son.”

“It is.” You say. “You keep calling me son, Dutch. Can you act like you mean it and trust me on this?”

Dutch’s eyes are on the ground. His hands clutch his cup and you know you’ve hit something. It could be a nerve and he might yell or it could be a heart string and he’ll have some sympathy. If there is one thing the man cares about, it’s his found family.

“I will watch him. He can stay with me and if he does anything O’Driscoll related I will kill him myself.” You say, voice low to let Dutch know you want peace out of this.

He’s still for a minute, then he nods slowly. “Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Fine. But he is to stay with you at all times, son.” He says. “Unless you are out making money for the camp, you need to keep your eye on him.”

You nod, a smile coming to your face. “I got it. I will, Dutch. I promise.”

A smile comes to Dutch’s face too. “One more thing.”

“What?”

“Tell the boy how ya feel.” He says, relaxing in his chair. “I have a bet with Hosea I would like to win.”

You chuckle. “Of course you do.”

“And do it by the day after tomorrow.” Dutch stands to open up the tent again. “Otherwise I lose. You know how I feel about losing, son.”

“Got it.” You nod.

You walk from Dutch’s tent, resisting the urge to punch Bill as he glares in your direction. Kieran is brushing Silver Dollar, half focused because he notices you right away. He holds the brush with both hands, stepping away from the horse.

“Are you alright, Mister?” He asks.

“I’m fine, Kieran.” You sigh. “Dutch says you can leave camp as long as I’m with you and you can stay with me in my tent.”

“H-He did?”

“With some convincing.” You nod.

“Ya didn’t have ta do that.”

“Stop saying that, Kieran.” You sigh. “I wanted to.”

“Why, Mister?”

Kieran has a little hope in his heart. Just a little bit of hope that you’re not just doing this out of good morals.

“I’m sweet on you.” You say with a breath that feels like a hundred pounds off of your chest. “Or, I, uh, I hope to be. I guess.”

Kieran can’t breathe for a minute. “Ya are?”

You nod. “I mean, I don’t think all that we’ve done is right to do to anybody, but I also just like you, Kieran.”

He smiles, looking down at the ground. “Dutch really said I can stay with ya?”

“He said I have to keep an eye on you.” You nod.

Both of you have dumb smiles on your faces that you try to hide for no particular reason.

“Keep an eye on me?”

You laugh. “It’s getting dark, come on.”

Kieran sets his brush down and follows you slowly across camp to your tent. With the sun setting you turn on the lantern and let Kieran look around. Your tent isn’t that big, just enough that it shows your seniority as one of Dutch’s better guns.

“I, uh, I can get another bedroll from Miss Grimshaw.” You say, looking down at yours. “I’m sure she has a few extras.”

“I think she’s asleep.” Kieran says, taking his hat and holding it to mess with. “We, um, I don’t mind sharin’ with ya.”

Your dumb smile turns into a grin and you dip your head to hide it.

“I mean, if ya want to.” Kieran says, his hands tightening their grip on his hat.

“I-I, uh, I do.”

“Good.” Kieran smiles. “I, uh, I never said, but I’m sweet on ya too.”

“I’d hope so.”

Kieran smiles, his heart beating fast again as you take his hand in yours. You pull lightly, leading him over to the bedroll. You sit, Kieran following you.

“I have to go on a job with Javier in the morning.” You say,letting his hand go. “Sorry if I wake you up, it’ll be early.”

Kieran nods. “I don’t mind.”

You nod, looking everywhere but his face.

“Ya wanna go ta sleep?” Kieran asks.

You chuckle. “We gonna do this every night?”

Kieran laughs along. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, Kieran.” You smile, laying down. “To me, at least.”

Kieran lays down next to you, a small gap of space between you. You turn on your side, making room for him on the small bedroll and he moves carefully closer.

“Ya sure about all this?” He asks.

You sigh. “Very.”

You rest an arm on top of Kieran, careful not to trap him in case he wants to back away. He doesn’t, he returns an arm around you and closes the gap between you. You lean your forehead against his and close your eyes, falling asleep quickly after the emotional exhaustion of the day. Kieran watches you for a moment, as you drift off, before following you himself.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ You Were Enough; You Are Everything

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Are You Sure We Aren't Going Crazy

Main Masterlist ~Sliding Into Home Masterlist

It's never easy, staring over somewhere. New town, new people, new life. It's what Frank had been hoping for with the move to LA.  

Not that he would see the love of his life working in the same place. Holding the hand of his former best friend.  No, this was not the life he was imagining.  As he pulled in for his first team meeting a few days later, he tries to shake the feeling of despair. He needed to be focused as he was meeting his teammates for the first time.  

Walking in, he’s met by the general manager, Todd Phelps. “Morning Frank.”  

“Morning, Mr. Phelps.” He shakes hands with the man.  

“Please, call me Todd.  Let me show you around.”  He walked him though the lobby of the offices. “Staff offices, including mine, are here, next level down is the gym and locker room.” He walked towards the double doors and into the space of the Dodgers’ locker room.  Frank walked around, taking in the light wood color of the cubbies, the chairs a neutral color.  It balances well with all of the Dodger blue that exists.  

“This one is yours,” Todd points out.  Frank is in between a J Storm and C Bellinger. He nodded at Todd. “Ok, this way to the team video room.” The noise level increased as they got closer, and Frank took a breath.  

“Alright gentlemen, listen up,” Todd yelled into the room, quieting them. “This is Frank Adler, our new first baseman from Boston.  I want you guys to introduce yourselves as we get this practice going. The preseason will be moving to Arizona as usual but I wanted to start here just so we can blend better. Let's get on the field and warm up.”  

All the men went to change, and Frank went to his locker to see his training uniform.  He sighed.  

“It’s daunting, isn’t?” 

Frank looked at the man standing next to him. Shaved blonde hair, blue eyes, popping gum in his mouth. “Kinda,” he replied.  “Frank Adler,” he offered his hand.  

“Johnny Storm, pitcher.  People call me the Human Torch, you know, cause of the fastball.”  Johnny smiled cockily. “And I know you have one of the fastest gloves in baseball.”  

“True,” Frank smiled. “It’s nice to meet you.”  He started to change.  

“Now, Adler, you single?” Johnny looked at his hands.  “No ring.”  

“Yeah, single but not looking.  Have my niece to look after.”  

“You’d make a good wingman,” Johnny shrugged. “Cody usually went with me but now he’s engaged or whatever and I need a wingman.”  

“Do you not have a filter, Torch?” 

“Nope.”  Johnny laughed.  “C’mon, I’ll jog with ya and we can get warmed up.”  

Practice is practice and Frank hits the showers, ready to go to dinner with Mary and Scott.  The California sun in February is still soft but it still burned a little.  Frank contemplates drowning himself. Johnny wouldn’t shut up, but he was a good distraction from his thoughts.  Thoughts of the genius brunette in the front office, his Cricket.  He shook his head.  No, she was with someone else now. Even if he hated the guy, he would never interfere with her relationship because he had done enough damage in his own.  

Thankfully, Johnny had left by the time Frank got out to get dressed.  He left his number for him, which Frank slipped into his bag as he left.  He was adjusting his watch before he bumped into someone.  “God, sorry. “ 

“It’s ok,” a small voice replied.  Frank looked at the person.  Abby.  

“I’m sorry Dr. Hernandez.”  He stepped around her to leave.  

“Can we talk, Frank?” Abby chewed her lip.  

Frank’s brows shot up as her request. He looked at his watch. “Uh, yeah, sure, I have some time.”  Abby turned and walked towards her office.  Frank followed. It was quiet in the offices.  As he walked into her office, Frank took an appraisal of it.  “You made it,” he said.  

“I guess so,” she replied, setting her files down on her desk but not sitting.  She leaned against the bookcase behind it as Frank stood on the other side.  

“What did you want to talk about Cricket?” 

She glared at him. “Don’t call me that Frank.”  

“Sorry,” he looked down, “force of habit.”  

“Its ok.” Her expression softened.  “I... I just wanted to see how you really are with the move and everything.”  

“We’re fine. Mary is getting used to school.  She started a couple of days ago.” He rubbed his neck.  “Scott is getting the house set up for us while she’s there and then looking for stuff to do.”  

“Scott?” 

“Oh, yeah, he’s our nanny.  Well, he’s also my best friend, since...” he stopped.  

“Oh.” Abby wasn’t sure what she felt, hearing that Frank’s nanny was a man.  Was it relief?  She shook it off.  “So, Mary is getting used to California?” 

Frank studied her, unable to stop the word vomit. “Why do you care Abby? You left her.”  

Abby blinked back. “You forced me to.”  

“I didn’t force you to do anything Abigail. I tried to tell you that nothing happened, but of course other people got in your head.”  

“Mike had nothing to do with...” 

“I didn’t say it was Mike.  But that’s interesting, thanks.” Frank crossed his arms. “You didn’t even give me a chance to explain. Three years together, 10 years of friendship and you believed Mike over me.” 

“I saw the photos, Francis!” 

“The photos weren’t the whole story, Abigail!” 

Five years ago... 

Abby was furious.  She packed her bag with everything she would need right now, taking care to make sure her mother’s necklace and her grandmother’s ring were with her. Her mind was running wild. Was she not enough? Was Mike right, that Frank didn’t get enough at home? She could feel the tears threatening to run down her face as she remembers the photos. Photos of her boyfriend of three years asleep next to someone that wasn’t her.  She bit her lip in an effort to stop the losing battle. Frank stood in the doorway, watching her as she packed.  

“Cricket, please, talk to me. Don’t leave.”  

“No.”  

“Baby, please. Nothing...” 

“Don’t say nothing happened Frank! Don’t lie to me!” She rushed around the room.  In the home that she and Frank had built for their family. For Mary.  

“I know it looks bad but...” 

“What? What can you possibly say to make it better.  Sorry Cricket, but I slept with someone on accident. Do you think I am a fool?” She grabbed her textbooks. “Lies, our whole life has been a lie.”  

“It hasn’t Cricket. I’m not lying.  Please! Just give me a chance to explain.”  

“Fuck you, Frank. You probably wouldn’t have said anything if the pictures hadn’t come out.  If people hadn’t said things to me.” She stopped as her chest heaved, the fear of being less than spread across her chest.  “Am I not good enough?”  

Frank’s face fell. “What? Cricket, no...” 

“Is it because I’ve been so busy? We’ve been busy. Is that it? You asked me to move here, you said you wanted a life with me. To have an adventure...” 

Frank tried to pull her into his arms. “I do, Abby. I’m sorry.” She turned away and grabbed her bags.  “Please don’t go,” he dropped to his knees, “please Cricket, just give me a chance to explain.”  

“I’m sorry Frank but I can’t do this.”  

He threw out his last play. “What about Mary? You’re just gonna leave without telling her anything?” 

Abby turned at the door. “You’re a good liar.  Make something up.”  

Frank watched as the door slammed shut.  

“You never gave me a chance. I tried so hard to get you to listen.” Frank looked at his feet. “But I never stopped loving you, Cricket. Even with how mad you are, were, I never stopped. And I know that this is all my fault. I get that. I broke us because I will always call it a mistake for letting myself get into that situation. You were always enough.  You were everything. You are everything I wanted. I wanted to marry you.”  

Abby felt her lip wobble. “Frankie...”  

“No, just listen, ok? Yes, I would have told you. Steve, he got a statement from the woman, I don’t even know her name, but he took a statement, and she swore nothing happened.” He swallowed. “But I know I broke your trust and I have to live with that.  I lost you and I lost myself for a long time.” He could feel the emotions beginning to bubble up on him. “I’m not asking for you to forgive me, but I will tell you that I am sorry. I’ll be sorry every day.” 

He turned for the door but stopped. He looked at the woman he loved that he stilled loves, and watched as a single tear ran down her beautiful face. “I still love you Cricket, but I won’t interfere with your relationship or your life. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy for you.”  

Abby sobbed and hugged herself. It was all too much. She missed Frank so much. And he was here in front of her, telling her it was ok to be happy without him. But could she? Could she be happy without the man who made her whole world feel complete. “Frankie, I’m sorry too,” she cried.  

Frank strode back over and took her into his arms.  “Its ok Cricket.” He held her tight as she cried. Then he felt it. The ring cutting into his chest.  He pulled back and took her left hand. “I guess he makes you happy.”  

Abby had no words. She pulled back and twisted the ring on her finger.  

“He always wanted a chance.” Frank shook his head. “I guess he won,” he whispered. “I’ll see you around Cricket.” He kissed her forehead and walked away 

Eight Years Before... the night before the draft.   “I’m so nervous I can’t sleep.”   “Frankie, you need to rest.  Gotta look good for the camera. Come, laid down with me.” Abby patted next to the bed.    Frank went to lay down next to her. “Do you think someone will pick me up?”  “I have no doubt about that Frankie.  You’re too talented to pass up.”  Abby took his hand and turned her head towards him.   Frank watched her for a moment. He needed to say this, needed to let her know how he felt.  It had been seven years since they became friends, but Frank knew he wanted more. He wanted her; wanted her to be his forever. It was now or never.   “Will you go with me Cricket? Wherever they take me?” His eyes held out hope.   Abby frowned. Why was Frank being so weird? “You want me to go with you? Frank, I’m still in university. I’m studying for the MCATs and...”  “I know,” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.  “But I don’t want to do this adventure without you.”   Abby stared into Frank’s eyes, trying to get a read on him. But all she could see was hope, love and for a flash of a second, desire. She swallowed, scared of her next question. “What are you saying?”  Frank stared right back.  He couldn’t put into words how he felt.  So, he showed her.  He leaned in and kissed her gently on her soft, pouty lips. When he pulled back, her eyes were still closed. “Open them, Cricket.” She blinked open and Frank smiled.  “I’m saying that it was always you. You’re the one I want to have all my future adventures with.”   “Really?” Abby’s heart leapt up into her throat. She had been in love with Frank since that fateful meeting in school. He was her best friend. But he was always something more. And now, now it was the chance to find out if her future really was with him.  “Really Cricket.  Whaddyasay? Take my hand and go on this adventure with me?”  She took his hand and smiled.   “To the next adventure.”  

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[lordkingsmith]

June lyric prompts 2024

1. Leave it to me to get into some kinda trouble/breaking a rule, crossing a line/leave it to me to step into chaos/tame fire with one hand on the other I could die/I’ve just fallen ten stories but that ain’t hurtin/just dance in fire/but that boy, he is my/current emergency-current emergency by Savannah Campbell

2. And the blood will dry, underneath my nails/And the wind will rise up, to fill my sails/See you can doubt, and you can hate/But I know, no matter what it takes/I'm coming home-coming home by Skylar Grey

3. Always catching myself at night/Only go out when the sun goes down/I got an ocean of emotion inside/I am not Poseidon lover's island but I ride him in the riptide-crybaby by roseboi

4. There’s a dirt road in town/where the north wind blows in jest,/and the midnight sun burns low,/in the woods where now they rest/and the tents in the fields break the younger men’s backs/and corsets and the heels pop the drunken gents slacks/Soapy Smith laid his hand, raised ‘em up in this land/long gone-forever he’s damned-Diamond Lil by Seth and Sara

5. The girl was never there/It's always the same/I'm running towards nothing/Again and again and again.-A Forest by Kaleida

6. And the stress it unwinds/To a pulse of true time/And the symbols they rhyme/Pouring out into my mind/I'm here feeling it all/I'm here, big and small/I can do anything/I can do nothing/I am free, I'm free in my mind-Free by Ocie Elliott

7. Who's that sexy thing I see over there?/That's me, standin' in the mirror/What's that icy thing hanging 'round my neck?/Um, that's gold, show me some respect, oh-Me, Too by Meghan Trainor

8. Such boundless pleasure/We've no time for later now/You can't await your own arrival/You've twenty seconds to comply-Let Go by Imogen Heap

9. I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision/But only for you/My head is stripped just like a screw that's been tightened too many times/When I think of you/I will shield you from the waves/If they find you/I will protect you/Just tell me, tell me, tell me, I/I am the only one/Even if it's not true-Last of the real ones by Fall Out Boy

10. There's a haze above my TV/That changes everything I see/And maybe if I continue watching/I'll lose the traits that worry me/Can we fast forward to go down on me?-New Perspective by Panic!At the disco

11. My body's aching/System overload/Temperature's rising/I'm about to explode/Watch me I'm intoxicated/Taking the show, ah/It's got me hypnotized, ah/Everybody step aside-evacuate the dance floor by Cascada

12. Still harder getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret/But I know if I could do it over/I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart/That I left unspoken-what hurts the most by rascal flatts

13. Time to stage a show/smile and pretend/drown in sorrows and cry/tell them all these little white lies/oh, god knows that I’ve tried/pretend that I’m fine-blame by pocket key

14. Recount the night that/I first met your mother/And on the drive back to my house/I told you that, I told you that I loved ya/You felt the weight of the world/Fall off your shoulder/And to your favorite song/We sang along to the start of forever/And after all this time I'm still into you-into you by Paramore

15. Came a time/When every star fall/Brought you to tears again/We are the very hurt you sold/And what's the worst you take/From every heart you break?-Helena by My Chemical Romance

16. Haven't had a dream in a long time/See, the life I've had/Can make a good man bad/So for once in my life/Let me get what I want/Lord knows, it would be the first time-please please please by the smiths

17. I don't need no honey, I want more money/Talking that bad money, that mad money/Only get silly for a billy, yeah, I said I'ma need a couple more zeros on that-Zeros by headie one(feat. Jazzy & cassö)

18. Check yes Juliet/Here's the countdown/Three, two, one, now fall in my arms/Now they can change the locks/Don't let them change your mind

19. I know temptation is the devil in disguise/You risk it all to feel alive, oh, yeah/You're offering yourself to me like sacrifice/You said you do this all the timeTell me you love me if I bring you to the light-take my breath by The Weeknd

20. He knew what to say to sweep me off my feet/I should've never heard a word he said to me/I was comfortable with ignorance is bliss/'Cause I told myself I wouldn't fall for it/But then/Quicker than a flash, he had me at hello/He took me by the hand, we started dancing slow/I didn't wanna get attached but now, I'm far too close-Valentino by MNEK and Years & Years/Olly Alexander

21. Some tings don't work/Some tings are bound to be/Some tings, they hurt/And they tear apart me/You left your diary at my house/And I read those pages/Do you really love me, baby?-wait a minute! By Willow Smith

22. Does the pain weigh out the pride/And you look for a place to hide?/Did someone break your heart inside/You're in ruins-21 guns by Green Day

23. Only you can be the aching in my heart/My enemy, the only animal I couldn't fight/You hold me in the dark when storms arrive/Only you-Ellie Goulding Only You

24. I know we got it good, but they got it made/And their grass is getting greener each day/I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down/Before anybody's knowin' our name-all the right moves by one republic

25. If our love is running out of time/I won't count the hours, rather be a coward/When our worlds collide/I'm gonna drown you out before I lose my mind-lalala by naughty boy

26. Handsome, tender, soft/Why do you look right through/Thinking/“No, I can't deny my feelings"/Growing strong/I try to keep believing, dreaming on/And every time I see you, I crave more/I wanna pull you closer, closer, closer, closer/But you leave me feeling frozen

27. There may be/Someone who truly believes love is blind/But I beg to differ there's two of a kind/They will find each other/And that is a real bliss/Our very first kiss-first kiss by Alexander rybak

28. He said "think about the children/Think about the children/You wanted me to write a hit record for the radio/Are you never gonna get it?/The kids already know!/Some girls like girls, some boys got a boyfriend/I like guys and they like me/We hold hands, make out and do all the things that lovers do/Some girls like girls, some boys got a boyfriend/I like guys and they like me/We hold hands, make out and do all the things that lovers do-radio friendly pop song by Matt Fischel

29. We learn to run at speed of light/And to fall down from any height/It's true but just remember that/What we do is what you just can't do/An opera of craziness-cartoon heroes by aqua

30. Hello baby, can I see a smile/I'm going to a party and its gonna be wild (okay)/Can I come, I am sitting alone/No, friends are never alone (that's right)/Maybe some pretty girls are in your world/Excuse me, I could also be your girl/Lately everyone is making fun-best friend by ToyBox

31. Give me the burden, give me the blame/I'll shoulder the load, and I'll swallow the shame/Give me the burden, give me the blame/How many, how many Hail Marys is it gonna take?/Don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not/He's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got-Devil’s Backbone by The Civil Wars

[flygefisk]

the devil and the dead man

sawdust was a physician who made a dubious trade, scratch is a businessman who knows a good deal when he sees it.

both use he/him. sawdust sometimes goes by dusty. and ol' scratch has many names.

tl;dr: after sawdust's patients began dying en-masse from an unidentified illness and he starts seeing a bad omen everywhere he turns, he makes a deal with scratch (a combo black shuck/devil type figure) to save them in exchange for his life & servitude

its cool tho they get along really well now. sawdust is having a great time watching medicine progress into something that yknow. works.

Sawdust had tried a few lines of work before landing on medicine. Taxidermist, gravedigger, mortuary assistant. he'd never been squeamish, and they were all fine jobs. Always hiring. Paid the bills.

But medicine felt right. And he wasn't half bad at it, either. He was good with his hands, good with numbers and needles. He could blood-let, stitch up wounds, mix up powders and pills. Kept his saw sharp. His patients loved him for his bedside manner. For many years, he could boast about how few patients he'd lost.

And then that changed. Some horrible sickness swept through his town, and he was constantly busy, numbing pain and bandaging sores. He'd never seen anything like it. That was all he could do. He read every book he could find and wrote to every physician he knew, trying to find some treatment, some cure, but he found nothing. He grew less busy as the undertaker's business boomed.

After the first death, he started seeing it. A massive hound, black as night, watching him wherever he went. Its piercing eyes- orange-red and bright as flame- peering out from an alleyway, or between the trees, or loping along the footpath at night. It was everywhere.

Sawdust had never been a superstitious man, but given what was happening around him, it was hard to resist the thought that it was an omen.

His neighbors were dropping like flies and the black dog at his heels was driving him mad. His once-steady hands shook, unable even to make his coffee in the morning without a mess. He found himself taking long walks outside of town just to avoid his neighbors' pleas- he had run out of medication to dull their pain days ago, there was nothing left for him to offer. Sometimes those walks took him farther than he planned. It would be dark by the time he got home, and the hound would inevitably be lurking somewhere along his path, he felt its eyes even if he didn't see it. He started carrying a scalpel in his pocket.

On one of these walks, his mind teeming with barely-suppressed panic, he suddenly became starkly aware of his surroundings. He was nearly at the crossroads. Miles from town. He'd only been walking for half an hour or so, he thought, but he wasn't sure of anything any more. At least this area was pleasant. A soft breeze whispered through the wildflowers, the creek burbled gently.

Sawdust was not a superstitious man. He was a physician, a scientist. No space in his mind for folktales. But here, he had a thought. A vague memory of an old story. Something about deals made at crossroads and impossible wishes coming true. He almost laughed at himself, at the mere thought of giving in to superstition, but…

With a heavy sigh, he sat on the soft grass, his back to the post. Stared up at the sky for a long moment. And he made his request.

"That's a heavy ask, brother."

Sawdust jolted. A tall man leaned against the post above him, with long black hair and a long black coat. The stranger let a cloud of heady smoke pour from his mouth and turned to smile down at sawdust as he struggled to his feet.

"All those folks, all those souls… in exchange for you." He chuckled, narrowing his flame-orange eyes. "That'd be a hell of a deal on your end. What else ya got?"

Sawdust's hands shook harder than ever. He knew those eyes, he'd seen them a hundred times in the past week alone.

"I-I can work. Whatever you need. I'm a hard worker." he couldn't keep the tremor out of his voice.

The hound laughed again, rough and dark. "Now, there's an idea. Could use an assistant." He looked sawdust up and down, took another pull from his pipe. "Let's see… they got a few hundred years between 'em. That's a start."

He grinned- his teeth were far too sharp- and offered his hand. Sawdust shook the hound's hand and signed his afterlife away. A single pistol shot rang out through the valley.

The next morning, the townsfolk woke with their sores healed and their throats clear, healed by some miracle. A few gathered to go tell the town doctor the good news. They found an empty office, left as he had left it the previous morning. The mystery of the disappearing plague and the vanished doctor would morph into the stuff of folk tales, a local legend. A couple accounts nearly got it right.

[kitcam-the-great]

A Humbling Origin Story

(Fantastic cover art by @WillowzzA on Twitter! Please go check out her art as it is fantastic!!)

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Author’s Note: I wanted to cause The Sheriff (aka Jimmy) some pain, so therefore decided to add meaningless significance to his encounter with the Warden.

Now anyone would be afraid of the creature. One sound and you’re done for, but what makes Jimmy’s encounter so special. Why is he, the law, so afraid of this blind creature?

What if I told you that his encounter with Gem wasn’t his first?

•-•{🌟}•-•

Tumble Town.

A bustling little community smack down in the center of the desolate mesa. And though it serves as the hotspot for gunpowder farming and trading, it is home to one of the lands largest, and deepest, coal and gold mines.

Jimmy, the honorable Sheriff of the busy little town, remembers the day they opened up the mines. He remembers all the adults placing bets on how much they’d be able to bring back, the ridiculous fortunes they’d make. He remembers kids, just a little older than he was, telling stories about all the monsters one would find in those caves. How easily they could take any of them down if they had the right tools. Hell, they didn’t need tools. They were brave and big and strong. Something that poor little Jimmy was not.

You see Jimmy throughout his childhood was always used as a scapegoat, a test dummy. Constantly picked on for his size and easily tricked into getting into trouble with the locals. He felt worse than little. He felt small.

When stories of the deep dark made its way round the town, the older kids all turned to that pathetic little kid they loved to beat up, and Jimmy was having none of it.

“Get a load of this guy! Y’all really think he’s gonna come out of those caves alive?”

“Yeah right! Lil’ twerp wouldn’t last a day in there?”

Three boys began to circle Jimmy like vultures, eager to grab him and toss him around.

“Leave me alone!”

Was all he could muster up in that time.

“Y’know I’m willing to bet he wouldn’t even last a whole dang minute in that there mine!”

Jimmy spoke up again

“I so could!!”

Two boys then began pushing him back and forth toward each other, with each tug rougher than the last. They laughed at the way he began to tear up.

“Lookie here, brother! He thinks he can take on all them monsters, but here he is cryin’ his lil’ eyes out!”

“Aww what’s the matter lil’ baby? Can’t handle a lil’ tustle? Go on! Cry some more pipsqueak!”

“Maybe the monsters will feel bad and leave ya alone!”

They gave him one final shove into the ground, practically howling at how hard he hit his head in the rough terracotta.

Jimmy just cried. He knew he wasn’t as strong as they were, nor as cruel. What made him so sure he could say he would last at all in the mines? God why was he so stupid? So so stupid.

“Alrighty fellas, simmer down a bit. Cause I got an idea.”

Out of the blue, the older of the lot spoke up.

“Now lil’ bitty Jim here thinks he can waltz on into those mines no problemo! I say we give him a shot.”

The other two boys’ faces began to contort in confusion.

Jimmy’s eyes grew wide with fear.

“Yeah. Y’all know what? How ‘bout tonight we all head up to the mines, go down the deepest cave and give the lil’ fella a good ol’ fashioned send off?”

Now the boys’ confused expressions slowly turned into crooked smiles.

“B-But I can’t- I’m not g-gonna-“

Jimmy stammered out, but he was interrupted by the older boy sloppily hoisting him off the ground.

“Oh sure ya can pal! You been out here sayin’ you’d be able to last in there! Now’s your time to shine! Innit boys?”

Despite the contrasting emotions, through sheer reading of each other's expressions, the four boys could all come together on one thing: this would be one hell of a night.

•-•-•-•-•

Midnight was a risky time to be out in the lonely lands of the mesa. Plenty of space for mobs to crawl out of the depths of the dark and roam the flat and dusty surface.

Regardless, the path to the mines, and down it for that matter, were relatively well lit. It helped even more that the oldest brought a bright burning torch of his own with him. It was just them and the sounds of the depths below.

For the record, none of these boys had ever set foot in the mines. Jimmy hadn’t ever gotten a chance to even see the entrance of it first hand. So for this to be his first adventure was certainly a step up somewhere..

Despite it all the first few moments of the expedition were rather peaceful, apart from the occasional jump scare from one of the older kids. The cave was nice and cool and was brilliantly lit up with torches and the occasional glowberry vines.

The sounds of rushing water eased his fears, especially after seeing two playful axolotls splashing about their little pools. If it weren’t for the circumstances earlier, this would be exciting, relaxing even.

The best part of it all, there were no encounters with mobs. Granted the occasional growl of a zombie or the hiss of a creeper were heard, but only at a great distance. The travel party hadn’t had a face to face encounter.

Now to Jimmy this was fantastic, but the other boys were getting bored. They wanted to scare the kid, not take him on a joy ride. That’s the whole reason they made up those stories. About the darkness and the ancient cities. It’s what those archeologists were talking about when the mines opened up.

Then they hit a snag. The light of the torches dwindled down to almost nothing.

The stone they walked on faded into deep slate then into something they hadn’t seen before. It was soft, like grass, but it was deep blue in color with little flickers of white and cyan.

The walls around them soon enough we’re coated with the stuff. There were pretty soon no more torches. Only blue lanterns.

The only familiar light they had was that of their one torch.

“The hell are we..?”

“Beats me..”

They continued to walk around aimlessly, oddly careful not to make too much noise. Not like anything was watching, or listening..

All the boys jumped at the sound of a bat squealing and flapping its wings, flying overhead and landing on a different part of the cave roof. And then they heard something else.

A deep, gurgling sound..

Taking their eyes away from the bat and lowering them down to a strange looking warped plant. It matches whatever they were walking on, though seemingly lighter in color, and had wavy stems.

The boys inched closer, quietly.

“What is that..?”

“Heck if I know. Some kinda weird plant thing-“

Their whispers were interrupted by the bat again, who decided it was bored of its new spot and looked for its old one. The squealing and flapping caught the attention of this fauna, and lit it up instantly. It made that same grumbling noise.

All of a sudden the fear of the two brothers in the group turned into curiosity.

“Aw cool! It senses sound. Wonder if it’ll pick up Jimmy screaming later!”

The two of them snickered.

Jimmy was unamused, and seemingly the oldest was as well. He kept looking around up, torch high up in the air.

“You think it’ll hear this?”

One of them said, jumping as high as they could and landing with a loud thud. And sure enough the sensor did. Lighting up instantly upon contact with the vibrations.

“Oh oh! What about this!”

The other one also jumped, this time repeatedly. The sensor lit up again, grumbling in sync with each thud.

The boys were having fun, and Jimmy was apprehensive. He slowly creeped towards them.

“Hey you guys, knock it off! Something could hear us!”

And now their fun was spoiled.

“Like what? A zombie?”

One said in a mocking tone.

“What about a skeleton?”

“You think a creeper could light up this thing?”

“I mean- if a bat could..”

They were so distracted by their curiosity that they didn’t notice the sensor lighting up with their voices. Now Jimmy was beginning to panic, and spoke up again, careful about not being too loud.

“Come on you guys, stop it! It can hear you!”

“Woah! Just by us talking? Neat!”

“What about IF I YELLED!!”

The sensor grumbled long and deep. Keeping it’s light up for the longest it’s been. And the brothers looked at each other, and cackled. Back and forth they started to let out the biggest yells and hollers they could. Followed by the sensor’s gurgling sounds after.

Jimmy backed away, covering his ears and shutting his eyes tight. He began to tear up, afraid of what was going to happen next. The oldest boy spoke up soon enough. Curiously also looking frightened.

“Y’all stop that! We ain’t alone here!”

All the brothers did was laugh at the stupid sounds the sensor made after them. They kept screaming.

“Y’all I’m not kiddin’ around anymore! Cut it out!”

But they didn’t. They continued to scream and shout. The sensor gurgled long and hard and soon after came another scream.

But it wasn’t their own.

“Shit..”

The group turned, with the light of the torch, eying what it was that shrieked. Another plant looking thing, only a lot less plant, and a lot more structured. There were pillars at each corner, and dead center where swirling lights, with faces..

Then, everything went dark. The light of the torch completely burnt out. What followed was the rumbling sounds of the depths below. The ground began to shake. The rumbles became louder, the walls started to shake. Rocks and lanterns fell from the cave walls and ceiling. Then the most horrifying sound they’d heard all night.

The ground was broken, and from it emerged the most horrific thing they boys could hardly see.

“Is that..?”

“Oh hell!”

“RUN FOR IT!”

The three bullies booked it to the opening they came from, their screams of terror only attracting the beast towards them. Jimmy tried to run for it too, but with just his luck he dropped over a fallen rock. The thud of the ground altered the sensor which then alerted yes the shrieker, which finally alerted.. that..

That thing..

Jimmy looked up ever so slightly. He just wanted to really see what he was dealing with.

This beast was massive. Tall and wide, it’s head with nothing but a gaping void in the middle. It looked like it had horns or antlers, decorated in whatever the stuff they were walking on was.

The body was the word part. Its arms were long, thick, like tree stumps with sharp claws, same with its legs. Its ribs were exposed, another endless void with swirling lights with faces inside, similar to the ones of the shrieker.

Perhaps they weren’t lights at all..

It marched closer towards where Jimmy was lying. Stalking its arms across the floor, sniffing the air.

Jimmy didn’t dare move. He didn’t dare speak, hell he didn’t dare breathe. He shut his eyes tight as the creature finally stopped, inches away from him..

It lowered its head towards the small quivering boy, and sniffed. He could feel its breath on him. He couldn’t stop shaking. He was scared. He wanted to go home, he wanted to scream and cry and run far far away. But he couldn’t.

If he made one sound, he was sure to be condemned to die.

Once the creature had finished, it seemingly decided there was nothing there. It groaned in frustration, as if its prey had run away from it. Then it let out a loud and long gut wrenching roar into the cave.

Jimmy quickly curled up and covered his ears. Opening his eyes slightly he noticed it wasn’t hovering over him anymore, so he decided to make a break for the exit.

He didn’t care to notice the sensor or the shrieker. He didn’t care to notice that whatever that thing was was chasing him from behind. He wanted to get the hell out of there.

With every ounce of whatever strength he had left, Jimmy climbed up the mushy surface and eventually reached the cobbled deep slate. The beast was clawing at the walls right underneath him.

He was just catching his breath, thinking he’d made it out scott free, but then a low groan was heard from it. Jimmy backed away slightly. The creature roared in anger, building up all the force it had.

Whatever was inside its ribs lit up. Whatever, it was just angry, Jimmy thought of it in hurry. He began to run when he was suddenly hit by a booming force. It knocked him into the cave wall, which was just beginning to be filled with torches again.

Jimmy yelped in pain, ears ringing. He struggled to his feet, arm against the wall. His whole body ached, his legs were shaky, hands were covered in blisters and cuts. He tried to make his way again, when again, another forceful shockwave hit. It was far too much pain to bear.

The last thing Jimmy heard before knocking out cold, was the roar of the warden. This time, sounding like one of victory.

-•-•-•-•-

The following morning was a trying one for Tumble Town. The boys went home crying to their families about what they’d done and what they saw. Locals were speechless and upon hearing that four went in and only three made it out drew the concern of many.

Miners and a few archeologists were sent in to investigate. One excavator was venturing past the lush cave into the deep slate, when he heard a coughing noise. He looked around, lantern in hand then noticed a small, curled up Jimmy. Battered and bruised head to toe.

He quickly called for assistance, and soon enough Jimmy was pulled out of the caves and out of the mines.

He returned to Tumble Town, the kid who was said to be killed by the beast of the deep dark. He was bombarded with questions from several other kids, bullies included.

“How’d you make it outta there?”

“Were you scared?”

“Did ya fight 'em off?”

“Dang you gotta have some serious balls to take on that thing!”

And one right after the other the comments and questions wouldn’t stop. The boy who survived the warden. The bravest of the bunch. Who would’ve thought it to be lil Jimmy Solidarity.

He, however, tuned it all out. He was still far too stunned. Jimmy simply limped back to his small hut by the ranch.

His parents would be proud, he heard some folks say. He was a real trooper, he heard from others. He didn’t care to hear it at the time. He weakly waddled into his crooked bed, wrapped himself in his old yet soft blankets and started sobbing.

The next few days were normal, well as normal as they could be. Jimmy was not treated like some sort of prodigy rather than that scrawny kid people loved to pick on.

Amongst it all he began to realize something. People were treating him differently. Better than before, because of the horrifying thing he faced. They practically called him a hero.

If he could grow up to be that someone that everyone respected, that everyone feared, then he’d be on top of the world.

So thanks to that humbling experience, Jimmy, now being raised by the local saloon keepers, learned two valuable things.

One. No one was ever going see that they got to him anymore. All they’re going to see is just how badly they’d messed up.

Two. Never underestimate the importance of carrying a revolver with you.

•-•-•-•-•

Tumble Town continues to thrive, and as it stands is an incredibly charming and welcoming little city. There would always be a reason for the locals to be celebrating and playing loud music late into the warm evenings.

The saloon keepers, a sweet couple they are, continue to feed and look after everyone they could. Including Jimmy. They were never able to have any children of their own, so after seeing Jimmy in absolute tatters after his adventure they couldn’t risk him being out there alone again.

And boy howdy were they ever so grateful. And so goddang proud of just how strong and brave he’s become.

Guess all The Sheriff needed was a sonic boom in the right direction.

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Twin Flames❤️‍🔥 Part 4: You Like The Bad Ones Too

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Warnings: oh boy…. a ton of swearing, harsh language, drinking, drug usage, mentions of sex, fighting/violence, YN being mildly psychotic 😇

Word Count: 12.9k

Notes: There is so much happening here - it’s basically just an explosion of a chapter!! There’s quite a few things you get clued in on further while you’re likely left more confused about others… 😉Would love to hear any and all thoughts and theories. Love you all forever and ever❤️‍🔥

You wiped your eyes fiercely as you crept downstairs and straight out the back door, letting the humid evening air hit you as the sweet smell of summer settled into your senses.

“Wow, you guys are always here, aren’t you?”

Noah, Rafe, and Kelce were seated at the table, beers scattered on top, passing a joint between themselves.

You took the empty seat next to Kelce and let out a stray sniffle louder than intended.

Noah, clearly stoned, goes wide eyed.

“Crying. Why are you crying?!”

“No, no, I’m good!’” You say while sitting down at the table. “I just got really high and watched Monsters Inc…”

Topper laughs. “Monsters Inc. made you cry?!”

“Are you serious?” you ask incredulously, “The end where Sully has to put Boo back through her door and she reaches out to him…” You stick your arms out in front of you to mimic the grab Boo does in the movie. “Oh my god, my heart. I can’t. Gets me every time..” you say, wiping the last few tears away.

“Oh my god, you fucking sap!” Noah jokes as he gets up and moves over to you.

“Shut up!”

“Here, ya big softie, something to make ya feel better” as he hands his drink to you. You take a sip and notice it’s sweet and fruity, almost tropical. Not your normal liking but it feels comforting as the alcohol hits your system nonetheless. Kelce hands the joint over to you as you finally take in Rafe and the soft way he’s looking at you.

“Are you going to be ready to go to Toppers soon?” Noah asks, sliding in next to you even though theres no room on the bench and taking the joint from you, fucking up the rotation in the process, not that anyone really cares.

The usual every night party was traded this evening for a much promised, once a year, night of debauchery. Apparently, every year the day after the 4th of July, Topper’s parents go out of town to see his Dad’s family, leaving him to roam free....

“Yeah, give me an hour.”

      Some time later, the guys remain outside, music growing louder and alcohol consumption more apparent as they shout over each other.

“I gotta piss…” Rafe moves to stand as Noah nods his head up at him.

“Yo, check to see if she’s ready, it’s been way over an hour.”

Rafe nods back as he enters the house and makes his way upstairs. He all but forgets about the bathroom, moving past it as he finds himself outside your bedroom door. He brings his hand up slowly and knocks twice when he hears your voice from behind.

“God! I’m almost ready, hang on…. Ugh,You can come in!”

Rafe opens the door and takes a small step in. He’s been in your room only a handful of times over the past few weeks. As he walks in the first thing he takes in is your bed.

The same bed he gently set you onto after he carried you in here your first night in the Outer Banks…not that he ever plans on telling you that.

For a moment he’s back to that night. Picking up your body, “an immovable object”, and carrying it easily, even in his drunken state. It’s what had given him the courage to do so in the first place when you started tossing around harshly in your sleep. You’d settled into your bed easily when he’d set you down that night as the memory floats back momentarily. Another small secret…

His gaze moves from the bed quickly when he takes you in. You’re standing in the middle of the huge room. He’s frozen for a second as he watches as you whirl around to face him, your jaw falling open, your hands up to your ear, fiddling with an earring.

“Ohhhhhhh my god, I thought you were Noah! I’m sorry –”

But Rafe’s not listening, unsure if his ears are even working as he takes you in.

This never gets old. This feeling he gets when he sees you in general but the moments when you’re all done up, ready to go, looking absolutely immaculate… Well, they hit him hard.

Harder than he’d like to admit, truly feeling like his body and mind are moving on their own accord as his eyes trail up and down your body.

“Rafe…?” You ask gently.

“Hmmm?” He asks as he feels that stray hair fall into his face.

He watches as your eyes follow the motion, making your face falter.

When you don’t say anything back he opens his mouth again but you’re quick, your words catching him by surprise.

“How do I look…?” You ask sweetly.

“Are you serious?” He laughs.

You nod your head gently as you bite your bottom lip, doing ridiculous things to both of your brains.

“There are literally not enough words in existence to describe how you look right now, Y/N…”

He knows you were trying to play with him but he’s more than willing to give it back. He takes a small step toward you and he watches as you gulp, making him smile all the same.

“You look perfect…”

“YO! Y/N, are you ready to go?!!” You hear Noah’s voice shout, making you jump slightly as you hear him approach.

His shit eating grin is unforgiving as he registers you and Rafe standing there, wiggling his eyebrows at both of you, making you roll your eyes at him, hard.

“Y'all ready or what?”

“Yeah c’mon, Princess…” Rafe teases, using Noah’s usual nickname for you.  

“Princess?!” You question, “Aren’t you like Kook Royalty at these things?!”

Noah laughs as Rafe chews the side of his cheek, unsure what to say as your words ring true.

      You’d been to plenty of parties on this island by now but nothing could have prepared you for how many people had crammed into Toppers giant house. It had to be nearly every single person around your age range on the island…hell, for miles.

Rafe kept you close by his side as he guided you through the masses of people, introducing you to some new people as “Y/N”. Not Noah’s sister…not as his friend…leaving just enough air to it so that some people would raise eyebrows at the two of you in the process, trying to figure out whatever was going on there.

You’d fleetingly seen Sarah on the way in. She was frantically searching for John B, only half paying attention to you as you and her brother tried shoving your way past the crowds to find Topper.

When you did finally find him, he was near the kitchen with a large group. Rafe started to make you a drink without asking as you looked outside, noticing there were kids jumping from the roof into the pool, people doing cannonballs, screaming at the stop of their lungs.

This night had trouble written all over it.

Topper leads you out onto the second floor living area that oversees the entire back of the house. The open concept meant the raging noises from outside could be easily heard, even though the music was considerably loud.

Rafe takes a seat on the couch with Kelce as you and Logan share an inside joke at something, bursting out into laughter.

“Do you guys have any idea where to get any coke?” Eli asks, first eyeing Rafe and Kelce for good reason. Kelce just shakes his head as Rafe answers.

“Nah, man…”

“I have no clue, haven’t heard from that one guy in a minute. His shit was good though….” Logan’s gaze shifts over to Noah as he sits down across from you.

“What’re you guys talking about?” Noah asks.

“If anyone knows where to get any yayo” Eli replies as Noah’s eyes instinctively travel to yours, quickly trying to recover when he sees the look on your face. At that moment your phone goes off, almost comically considering, as Sid’s name registers on the screen.

Noah laughs out loud, not even needing to look at your phone to know who is calling you…

“Shit… I gotta take this…” you send the guys a tight smile before quickly getting up and going to the other end of the room to try and discreetly take the call.

“So, you know where to get any?” Eli asks Noah. His eyes haven’t left his sister as he brings them back to his friend.

“I uh… I might.”  

The guys are somewhat talking amongst themselves as he tries to slowly get his sister's attention.

He’s only hearing bits of what his friends are talking about as the little hints go unnoticed by you, Noah now raising his hand somewhat to try and get your attention.

Kelce: who’d you think she’s always talking to? Topper: why don’t you ask? Logan: yo, Noah you think that girl we saw the other day on the beach will end up coming tonight? *Noah’s not paying him attention, growing irritated as your focus remains on the heated phone conversation you’re involved in* Eli: Noah, you have a new connect? Where would you get coke from?

It’s at that moment Noah loses patience, thankfully not showing it as he whispers yells loud enough for you to hear.

“Y/N!”

Your head snaps so quickly it gains the attention of some of the guys now.

“What!?” You hiss back, covering the speaker with your hand.

Noah brings his index finger to his nostril and brushes it back and forth twice to indicate what he wants. You roll your eyes, ignoring him as you continue your phone conversation.

Rafes staring between you and your brother now, hanging at every word and interaction happening before him.

“Wait, what…” Eli seems confused.

Noah’s not taking no for an answer though. Regardless if you’re on the phone, this will take two seconds and he’s looking for any excuse to go a little crazy tonight.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s actually pushing you to do the same, thinking you need the release very badly. He’s seen the pressure slowly building in you over the last few weeks and he knows it only a matter of time before that comes to a head, before it all comes rushing out. He knows it’s better to push you to do so willingly before it comes out in other ways. It’s why he’s not giving up, relentless in this moment with you.

“Y/N!” His voice is no longer a whisper as your head snaps back again, eyes furious.

When you meet your brothers all too easy grin your irritation fades quickly. Entirely too quickly…

Fine….

He raises his eyes expectantly, all the attention on the two of you as you roll your eyes, setting the phone between your shoulder blade and cheek as you continue your conversation. You know what Noah’s asking for…

“No! It has to be by that time. That’s what was promised!” You say to Sid on the other end.

You move past all the boys as you quickly dig into your purse, pulling out a large ball of white powder and throwing it on the table in front of Noah before returning your phone to your hand, almost yelling, your cheeks puffed out.

“No! That’s– you’re going to drive me nuts I swear –”

“Holy shit, what!” Topper's eyes threaten to bulge from his head as he stares at the bag and for once in his life, Kelce is speechless.

Rafes mind is working a mile a minute, pieces growing together at record speed as he zones in on the ball of coke on the table. If he can really even call it a “ball”… it’s clearly the largest amount of coke he’s ever seen… too large of an amount to just be carrying around leisurely.

Noah’s grin can’t be contained in the slightest as he grabs the bag and begins to pour some onto the table, taking out a credit card to cut it with.

“That’s where I'm gonna get coke from…” Noah laughs, answering Eli’s original question.

“Where in the hell…” Topper’s clearly having a hard time wrapping his head around what’s happening. “That’s a fuck ton of coke…”

It’s at that moment you return, walking over to the guys, too pissed off and irritated to notice the bewilderment on all their faces.

“I swear to fucking christ…. If he would just fucking listen to me…” you say seething, bringing the phone up to your forehead to scrunch your face together and sigh, setting it down on the table with a thud, feeling the negative energy from that converation radiating off of you.

“Here, boss…” Noah jokes, head snapping to him at the oh so hilarious nickname as he hands you the rolled up $100 bill. “First ones for you, princess!”

The name coming out of Noah’s mouth is the last thing from callous. That’s the most annoying thing about him, he’s too pure. (you want to immediately laugh at the thought of using the word pure to describe your twin brother) Or at least he’s able to always portray himself that way entirely too easily, concealing his true intentions. His easy going nature, his goofy attitude, his ability to make others around him feel good. It’s how you’re instantly put somewhat more at ease, taking the rolled up bill from him as if it's the easiest decision in the world, seeming like the most right thing to do.

“If you insist…” you bring the bill down to table, taking the biggest of the three lines Noah had laid out, making Eli cough out loud, earning one of the famous cat whistles from Kelce.

“Full fucking kook, my girl!” He grins at you as you bring your head up, inhaling deeply as you meet him with a matching smile.

At that moment your phone goes off and a handful of the guys register the name “SID” flash across your screen.

“What the fuck….”

You stare down at it, rolled $100 bill still in your hand as you laugh wickedly and glance at your brother as if seeking advice, at your wits end with the situation.  

Noah, wanting more than anything to see this night explode, gives you his only rational explanation as he reaches over to hit the call decline button for you.

“Think that means you need another line, Sis…”

He winks at you and you can’t help but slightly catch on to him a little, knowing he’s egging you on but doing little (absolutely nothing) to stop it.

You wink back at him, bending your head down to take the smaller line that had been leftover.

Rafe can't help but readjust the way he’s sitting as he watches you inhale the line and come back up, his eyes zoning into your throat for some reason and how smooth the skin there must feel as he shakes his head a bit.

You lock eyes with him as you inhale again, handing the bill to Eli as the rotation begins.

Rafe is extremely intelligent and you know by the look he’s giving you that it’s all starting to piece together. You’re nervous about the whole thing for only a split second when he sends you that little smile, instantly warming your face, well that and the coke, as you feel the familiar drip in the back of your throat.

When the rotation gets to Rafe you notice that he takes it, only doing one single line, a smaller one comparatively to his friends as Topper eyes him for only a second.

He hands it off to Noah and as he makes eyes with you again, his own are almost pleading.

You wink easily at him, reassuring him all the same, remembering his words.

“I’m still me. The part of me that’s always going to be that way.”

Your reassurance and the feeling of the coke hitting his system makes him feel on top of the world as he bites his lip, eyeing you up and down shamelessly as his last words ring true through your head..

“And you’re you… and that’s more than enough…”

It comes back to you as you move to take another line. As you bring your head up you register Sarah on the other side of the kitchen making her way over to the group.

“Oh shit!!” Eli wipes his nose quickly when he registers her walking over, others following his gaze as the tension quickly builds. The guys all quickly move, unsure what to do.

You just laugh at the situation as her frame emerges into the room sporting the most irritated of expressions. One look at her and you can tell she’s in a rough state.

“Fuck!” Kelce registers Sarah’s approaching figure and dashes to do something but is so lost in the moment that he just freezes as the rest of the guys, Rafe included, follow his line of vision.

“Y/N! –” Topper harshly yells at you before Sarah can unleash, eyes set on only you as she moves quickly…

“You’ll never fucking believe this!” She’s already raising her voice as Topper hisses at you again.

“‘Y/N, put that shit away!” As all the guys straighten up, clearly thrown off by her presence, including her older brother.

You just laugh, the truth willing itself to be shown in due time, as Sarah finally reaches her intended target, you. Standing only a foot or two in front of you, the guys wonder if she’s registered the huge ball of white powder yet as she addresses you above everyone else.

“Y/N/N…. I swear I’m losing my damn mind!” She stands above you for only a second before sitting on the couch directly behind you as you move to lean back against her legs. You’d been kneeling on the floor directly in front of where she’d planted down, elbows resting on the coffee table as you rearranged the little lines. After she sits, she moves forward a little and wraps one of her arms around your frame.

Rafes eyes bulge at an alarming rate as Topper and Kelce shoot him a look, unsure what to do.

You however, remain cool, as if shifting this white powder into perfectly identical lines beside her is the most natural thing.

Then again….

Holy fucking shit…..Rafes brain is working at record speed as he tries to process what’s happening, finally reaching a point in the evening that he himself can’t wrap his mind around.

You pout your lips out as the guys shift uncomfortably, not knowing what to do or how to act by Sarah’s presence.

“Talk to me, baby girl….” You encourage her as you throw your head back over your shoulder to look at her.

“Ugh…. It’s just….” You can tell she’s gearing up and you can’t help but bite back a smile, loving when Sarah gets all animated. “I don’t know why I bothered fucking inviting him –”

Topper rolls his eyes, knowing she’s referring to John B .

“ – if he’s just going to be up Emma’s ass all night to try and make me jealous because –”

“Whoa, what?!” you stop cutting the coke with Noah’s credit card to level her with a stern look. “You’re joking….”

When Sarah doesn’t speak, Logan tentatively responds….

“I uh…. Wasn’t going to say anything but they were looking pretty cozy outside…” he takes a swig of his drink and shifts his gaze toward the group of people on the deck, towards the swarms of people below that too.

“Wait! What are –”

You feel the anger build in you but Sarah cuts you off.

“It’s just –”

Noah and Rafes mouths are still hanging open, unsure how to act at the fact that you’re openly doing drugs in front of Sarah as she rambles on…

“I don’t know why I even fucking bother at this point. I’m starting to think you’re right, Y/N/N” even though the entire group can clearly hear her. “This whole thing is just a mess. I don’t know what I thought –”

You continue listening to her as you run your pointer finger along the residual residue on the table; gathering it on the tip of your finger, smiling mischievously as you nonchalantly bring your hand up to Sarah’s face.

Mid sentence, she registers what you’re doing, gently grabbing your wrist to steady it as she bends down and wraps her full lips around your finger, sucking her mouth around it to lick the coke residue off of it before slowly, almost flirtingly releasing it as she opens her mouth to the continue the rest of her story as if this is the most natural thing in the world.

“What the fuck…” you hear Topper gasp next to you as Sarah launches into her story.

Rafe feels like he’s in an alternate dimension. What is happening?!

“Does he think I don’t have fucking eyes? He’s my boyfriend, I just don’t get why he would —”

“Sarah…” you say gently to her as she looks at you.

You’d had many, many words with Sarah over the past few days over the current state of her relationship with John B, guiding through all of the feelings and scenarios, careful to not push too much and let Sarah come to her own terms, on her own time.

That was becoming increasingly difficult as John B proved time and time again that he, in your eyes, didn’t deserve a fraction of the time Sarah gave him.

You were careful how you delivered those thoughts to her, unwilling to rock the almost too perfect friendship that had developed between you two but knowing in your heart of hearts that she deserved so, so much better.

“Y/N…” she says your name suggestively as she wiggles her eyebrows at you, glancing down at the powder on the table flirtingly before meeting your eyes again with an equally dangerous smile.

You roll your eyes lightly as you break off half of one of the lines, forming it into a straight pile as you hand her the $100 bill.

She giggles as you hear Kelce faintly say “no fucking way…” somewhere next to you.

Rafe is truly, more than any other moment he can think of in his life, frozen in time, as he watches his “oh so perfect little princess” sister bring her finger to her nose as he inhales deeply.

Did Rafe just watch his little sister inhale a line of cocaine?! This was not happening…

Topper, clearly sent over the edge, sputters a response.

“Since when the hell do you casually do coke!?”

You shyly look down as Noah’s intense gaze zones in on you, reading every single one of your thoughts, realization dawning on him with each second.

You feel Sarah’s gaze on you now too and you both unconsciously laugh at the same time, only making it look worse.

Topper's gaze is on you, almost accusingly as Sarah registers his movement as she responds easily.

“I mean….”

“Sarah….” You warn.

“Wait… Y/N” Logan asks as if he’s only now coming to his senses. “Where did you get all this coke from?”

The room falls silent. You bite back the truth as Noah registers Sarah’s gaze shifting uncomfortably around the room before it becomes too much and she chokes back a laugh as Noah picks up on the realization.

Holy shit, he thinks, Sarah knows….

He bites back his own responses to Logan’s question as you coyly bite the side of your cheek.  

“Oh, you know….”

Rafe does know. He knows there’s only one way you could get that much cocaine….

“So wait…” your own brain is having a hard enough time wrapping your mind around what Sarah and Logan had just told you. “Where’s John B?!” you ask, changing the subject back.

She just shakes her head lamely but you can tell she’s trying to put on a brave face.

“I don’t know, outside with her still, I guess….”

Maybe it’s all the coke. Maybe it’s the built up frustration you know you’ve let linger for too long… but you’re having a hard time understanding how Sarah could be so chill about her boyfriend just casually and closely hanging outside with Emma of all people.

Your mind is working a mile a minute, your next question throwing every single person off.

“JJ came with him to the party, right?”

Sarah looks at you completely stumped but Noah is seeing that familiar look of gears turning at a million miles per hour, knowing your scheming hard.

“Yeah…” Before she can ask why you shoot another question at her.

“Why are you asking about him?” Topper asks.

“But he’s not with them right now?” You're not even looking at her as you’re asking, already craning your neck outside.

“No… he was downstairs last time I saw him –”

“Perfect, no worries!” You cut her off quickly. “I’ll find him!”

She looks truly at a loss for words as you quickly get up, giving her a swift kiss on the cheek as you stand. “I’ll be right back!”

Every single set of eyes (Rafe’s most intently - why the fuck are you asking about JJ?) follows you out of the room, noticing you’re not going downstairs at all but outside to the fire pit area Logan had said he saw John B last.

When you spot him, you quicken your pace, noticing how him and Emma are sitting next to each other, entirely too fucking close for comfort.

He’s whispering something to her and you absolutely hate the fucking way it’s making her giggle. This is not right.

As you’re marching up, you pull back just a little so as to not look too crazy as you approach, knowing if you seem calm it’ll only throw them off more.

Your voice is cool against the night air, giving John B goosebumps the second he hears it.

“Oh hey, John B…” you pause a couple feet in front of them, each of their faces falling a little bit but not moving away. It makes you furious.

When neither of them say anything you keep your calm demeanor. “Hey, have you seen JJ?” You ask him sweetly.

“Uh… what?” He’s confused as Emma looks between you two.

“JJ… have you seen him?”

“He’s… around.”

You make a face at him as if he’s the one acting weird.

“Alright, well…” When you level Emma with a glare, John B knows your visit has absolutely nothing to do with JJ and everything to do with Sarah.

“If you see him…” your voice is straight poison as your eyes stay locked on Emma, turning back to  sickly sweet at the drop of a dime.

“Let him know I’m looking for him….” You glance between the two of them as if you have a secret.

The look you save for John B is truly the of the coldest “fuck you, fall off a cliff” glares you can muster.

Too many nights you’d listened to Sarah pour her heart out into this. Too many days you had watched it teter back and forth, weighing heavy on each of them.

This though… him thinking he could throw his arm around whoever the fuck he wanted at will while his girlfriend was at the same party was unacceptable on any and every single level. Whether Sarah was in a stable enough mental state to handle the situation or not… it would be dealt with… one way or the other.

It takes only a minute or two of scouting through the party before you’re able to find JJ. His blonde head bobbing to the music off to the side with another guy you recognize from the beach.

He takes you in when you’re already right in front of him, making him almost drop his drink.

“JJ! Hey babe, can I talk to you for a second?!” Grabbing his shirt, not even giving him a choice and pulling him over a bit as the guy he’s with walks off. The party is still going on all around you so you keep it cool to now throw anything off.

“Are you having fun?” You ask brightly, glancing around at the chaos of the evening all around you.

He just stands there stunned for a moment, your hand still clasped into his shirt. You slowly release it as he finally answers.

“Yeah, yeah. You…?”

You beam at him as if he’s told you the most amazing thing in the world.

“Oh, yeah! Totally…” he shakes his head in agreement with you as he glances around uneasily.

“Hey! You know…” you walk right up to him now so only he can hear you, your voice dropping to a threatening tone. “I noticed your boy over there looking awfully fuckin cozy with Emma fucking Conrad.”

JJ’s face twists, almost panicked.

“Fix that!” You twist your hand into his shirt again once more to lightly push him back so that he gets your point, your voice returning to that fake cheeriness that’s kind of scaring the shit of out of him. “Or I will…!”

JJ trails off from you slowly as you see him make his way over to where John B and Emma are, eventually seeing her sulk back into the house looking irritated.

You take a deep breath as you feel the buzz of the party carry out around you. You sway back and forth aimlessly, in your own little world while the song finishes, grabbing a drink out of the cooler, before making your way back inside, noticing John B and Sarah arguing where he and JJ stood not long ago.

You keep a close eye on them as you make your way back into the kitchen. The boys are (not surprisingly) right where you left them. Noah laughs easily as he sits atop the counter, telling a story to a very animated Topper and Kelce. Rafe catches your attention right away as you make your way over to them.

It’s so loud that you don’t register her voice or what she’s saying until you’re standing right next to her.

When it does hit you, you stop dead in your tracks.

Rafe sees how close you’re standing to her, sees the way your face falls and then changes to something entirely different. That burning look in your eye sending chills down his spine, already slowly moving up from the counter he was leaning against, that pull set on you. No matter what he’ll never be fast enough though, watching the scene unfold before him.

When you do register what Emma is saying to her friend, clearly not noticing you now standing so close amongst the pulsing crowd, her words hit that chord deep within you that you’d been trying so hard not to touch, instantly reaching your point of no return as her words ring through you.

“Noah’s fine obviously but I’m sick of her shit. No! For real! She thinks because her dad owns the whole fucking island now with Ward, that because she’s close to the Cameron’s (her friend laughs) What?! You know she has Rafe wrapped around her finger and because of that thinks she can just be a total fucking cunt about –”

You snap to your senses, interjecting yourself not only physically between Emma and her friend but cutting right into the conversation too, obviously shocking both of them.

“Oh, hey guys….!”

The terrified look Emma fucking Conrad gives you makes it all worth it.

You turn to her, swaying on purpose so you can bend down to her level a bit, playing as dumb you can….

“Wait, what was your name again?” You point at her, the tip of your finger almost touching her chest, throwing a similar line back at her like she did at the Island Club that day she pretended not to remember your name.

She gives you a confused look before her lips part. Right as she goes to answer your question though, you interrupt her harshly, feeling the band holding everything together within you totally - irrevocably - completely snap, releasing whatever fate willed to come.  

“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck!”

More than a few screams echoed through the kitchen as you moved at light speed, leaving a trail of destruction in your wake. All at once, you shoved her back violently. Losing her footing, her body became unbalanced. You caught her easily in your piercing grip as you pinned her head to the granite countertop, twisting her arm painfully behind her back in a matter of seconds. Her skull made jarring contact with the surface of the hard countertop, the thud easily heard.

“Holyyyyyyy hell, Y/N/N!” Noah, who’d been sitting on top of the counter, jumps down instantly. While still shocked, the amusement is obvious. He’s been waiting for this for a while…..

“Now….what the fuck were you saying?” You growl at Emma, hearing her shriek, tearing her arm further back as she yells out in pain.

None of the guys, really no one, moves an inch, completely and utterly shocked. The party, alive and crazy around you only moments ago has all but stopped, dozens upon dozens of eyes all zoned in on you, a massive group forming around the chaos you were causing in the kitchen.

In the distance, you hear one of her friends yell as they start rushing over but you level them with a look right as Sarah, quite literally, appears out of nowhere, stepping in their path. The look she sends them is enough to make them stop in their tracks but as if that’s not enough Sarah makes her goal clear.

“Take another fucking step, I dare you…” she warns them.

Your girl, through and though….

Emma’s friends, including the one she was talking to when you first came in, make no move forward to pull you off of her as they stare up at Sarah.  

Your focus goes back down to her in your arms, whispering tantalizingly, almost flirtingly into her ear.

“Wowww. Holy fucking shit!” Your laugh is purely maniacal as you glance around at all the shocked faces looking back at you.

“Fucking hell, Look at the crowd you’re invoking, sweetheart!” You whisper to Emma as she struggles beneath you helplessly.

You feel it. That pull somewhere deep within telling you you’re going too far but you can’t fight the finality of feeling - no knowing -  you’re way past the point of no return and you have that stupid fucking grin plastered on your face.

You know you’re scaring the shit out of her. She’s almost crying beneath you, further proving your own point that you’re going too far when her near cries just egg you on further.

“Stop it!” She shakily screams up at you.

“Y/N/N, let her go, common.” Noah's voice is easy and calm as though you don’t have this girl painfully contorted against the counter hard enough to leave bruises, laughing still but he can tell you’re not playing around anymore and if he’s being honest he’s starting to grow more nervous and anxious by the second. He’s not much further behind you, having been the one fueling you to this level. He knows if you go much further, how truly out of fucking hand that can get, not totally sure the Outer Banks is ready to bare witness to that kind of choas yet.

Although, it might not have a choice….

“Yeah, let her go you fucking psycho!” you hear one of her friends scream from beside you. If the comment was supposed to insult you it does nothing but add to your flame.

Your laugh, sick and twisted, fills the kitchen and Topper can’t help but note how much it reminds him of Rafe in that moment…

Your hand that’s holding her against the counter top twists into her hair, yanking her head back at the roots so you can whisper better in her ear, a sickening giggle recalling your lips.  

“I think I’m freaking my brother out a little, guess I should let you go, huh?”

You let go of her and she instantly makes a b-line to her friends but you’re quick, grabbing her wrist painfully, brutally pulling her back to you.

“Emma right?” You coyly ask, every single pair of eyes still locked on you. “See!” You cheer brightly. “Look how nice I am remembering!”

You pull her as close as you can to you, towering over her as you deliver your next words as harshly and as precise as you possibly can.

“Let’s get one thing straight….I don’t give a fuck where we are. Or who you are. Or what your daddy does for a living. The next time I hear my name come out of your fucking mouth or you think about making another snide little comment to me I’m gonna fuck up that pretty little face of yours so hard, it’ll be unrecognizable after, sweetheart.”  

You stare directly into her eyes, making sure she fully understands what comes next.

“Is that clear enough for you?”

Both hands lunge for her chest without warning, pushing her so far back that she smacks back into the island, likely falling to the ground immediately after if one of her friends didn’t rush forward to catch her.

You giggle loudly as Sarah turns towards you, taking in the full force of her best friend, only now fully understanding what you were truly capable of but smiling at you with nothing but love all the same.

Your thoughts from earlier ringing in your head.

Your girl, through and through….

Emma rushes off with her friend, full on crying now as you slowly look up to finally face your friends.

“Like you said…” You can’t help the beaming, devilish grin on your face, bottom lip pinched between your lips, as you casually throw your hair over your shoulder as you hurl Kelce’s earlier words right back at them.

“Full fucking kook, right?”

You look purposely at Rafe whose mouth is half open, staring at you like he’s seeing, really seeing you, for the first time.

His head starts to spin as his lips subconsciously curl up into a smile, trying to let the last few moments sink in as he feels his whole body go into overdrive.

You spin on your heel, walking right past Sarah as you exit the kitchen onto the deck, desperately needing some air as your body shakes from the aftermath of the last few minutes.

The guys launch into hysterics as you leave.

Eli: “Holy fucking shit!!! Dude! Did you see the way –” Logan: “That was literally insane!” Noah: “Oh, sweet, sweet Y/N…” as he shakes his head, as if this is just another regular day.

“Remind you of anyone?” Topper spits out, wide eyed as he turns to Rafe.

Rafe’s at a loss for words, too stunned, heart racing entirely too fast as thoughts of you fill every single space in his mind, the speed of which, making him feel momentarily crazy as the voices of his friends become blurred around him.

The blazing look in your eye. The power you held over not only Emma but the entire room in that moment. The power you held over him.

“Yeah, dude, I’m pretty sure you two are the same person…”

Unsure of who said it, not even remotely caring anymore about this conversation or his friends, his brain only able to process you, now and always.

Rafe feels out of orbit as he breaks away from the group without explanation, their eyes, Noah’s especially, following his figure out the same door you exited.

     Out on the deck, you’d managed to find a deserted area, leaning up against the railing, head slightly bowed as you looked out into the summer night sky. You hear footsteps fastly approaching and take a deep breath, knowing you’re going to have to talk this out now with your brother.

“Noah, I’m not really I’m the mood I know –”

You turn, realizing it’s actually Rafe and he’s storming towards you, eyes blazing as you’re instantly frozen, watching his figure quickly tower over you as he gets closer.

“Holy shit…” whether you actually said the words out loud or just whispered them in your mind, you’ll never be sure….

You’re unclear on what makes contact first, his lips on yours or his hands on either side of your face but both movements are so swift and meaningful that his actions leave you in a total haze.

The second his lips touch yours, an almost inhuman whimper tries to escape you but gets stuck in your throat, nowhere for it to release, lips locked so tightly to Rafes you can barely breathe.

Rafe feels it though, feels the tiniest vibration run through your lips and he swears his mind is about to explode. No matter how many times he’d thought about this, nothing in this world could have prepared him for the feeling he had from kissing you at this exact moment.

Kissing Rafe doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel like something that feels like this could nor should be able to exist in the world yet here you are, holding onto this boy for dear life, worried that in the next moment, it’ll all be over.

That moment doesn’t happen though as your mouths move against each other, lost in another world. When you clench your hands into the hair at his neck he loses all sense of patience, needing you so badly.

You forget how to breathe again when you feel his hands slip around the back of your thighs, his skin so warm against your own that it literally feels like he’s melting into you. Maybe he is?

He lifts you easily given that you’re already clenched so tightly around him, your arms wrapped deeply around his neck now as he sets you down on the ledge of the patio deck. You’re already pressed so hard against him but when you fully wrap your legs around his torso, (the legs he’s been dying to run his hands all over) he feels your dress slide up, nearly completely exposing your core. As it’s pressed against his, he gets the faintest glimpse at the black lace and there’s absolutely no helping the unforgiving moan he lets out, happily accepting that you’re the one making him feel this way.

He feels incredible. Have you ever tasted anything as good as him? Have you ever felt this good, period? Every second spent like this is pure and utter bliss.

You’re fully aware that he has you on the deck railing, the drop below you at least thirty feet down, further adding to the madness and chaos of it all. One wrong twist back and you’d plummet, but you know Rafe would never let you fall. How truly amazing did the open summer night air feel against your open back when met with Rafe Cameron’s roaming hands…

You feel Rafe lift you from the ledge and place you back on the ground. Your knees are so weak that you’re leaning nearly all your body weight onto him and you can tell he knows it too. Only then do you each slightly pull back and when your eyes meet his, you’re an actual mess, this man having reduced you to a pile of goo, unable to form proper thoughts or words, only knowing that you want more of him.

Rafe stays grounded in place where he is, staring down at you, too dumbfounded from the last half of the party, this kiss and the pure fucking wonder of this frustratingly beautiful and wild woman in front of him.

You hear people enter the back deck but neither of you move an inch. Instead Rafe slowly takes your chin between his fingers as his face moves in slow motion.

His lips meet yours for a kiss so tender you truly didn’t know any man, let alone Rafe motherfucking Cameron, could make you feel this way.

He pulls away only an inch so his eyes can meet yours, fingers still holding your face to his.

“Y/N…” the shaky exhale to your name tells you he wants more just as badly as you do. He slowly feels your hands tighten around his shoulders that you’re gripping on to hold yourself up against.

“Rafe…” your voice is barely above a whisper as you feel his nose rub against yours, his warm breath fanning your face, driving you absolutely crazy.

Rafe Cameron tasted a million times sweeter than you could’ve ever imagined. The cocaine running through your system only fueling your desire to taste every part of him.

“Do you have a single clue how absolutely fucking crazy you’re driving me?” He whispers to you.

“Me?”

How crazy you’re making him?

“Rafe, I-I can’t even stand…” his heart flutters at your stutter as you shift your weight on him even further, enjoying the state he’s reducing you to more than he can begin to explain.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you, Y/N/N…” as he moves closer again, feeling those beloved stray stands of his hair fall onto your temple, doing dangerous things to you, erupting a whole new wave of hunger for him.

“Fuckkk —” Rafes lips connect to yours once more, cutting off your nonsensical words.

You each slowly pull away again when the deck starts to fill with more people, Rafe thumbing at  your puffy pink lips once more, beyond proud of his handy work.

One thing is for certain, you’d never been this intoxicated from a single kiss. Ever. In your entire life. Surely he had to feel that too?

“Yo, Rafe!” You both hear Logan’s voice. As he walks up, he notices Rafe has a girl in his arms, not thinking much of it until Logan see’s it’s you and he literally stops dead in his tracks, eyes huge as he makes the world's most obvious face, taking in the way Rafe has reduced yours to pure mush, clearly walking in on a very private moment. “Holy shit….”

You try to pull yourself together as you grip Rafes arms for dear life, Logan still frozen in place, not sure what to do. Rafe saves the day as he turns to his friend, finally saying words in place for the both of you.

“Sup, Logan?” Rafe holds his hand out and sets it firmly on your hip to steady you against him, not allowing you to go far.

“Noah was looking for you….(rambles on something incoherent about beer pong) But I think Eli…Anyways…” he trails off, awkwardly ending the conversation. “I’ll see ya inside…”

Logan turns on his heels and heads back exactly the way he came from.  

Rafe looks down on you with a set of brand new eyes, enjoying the way his hand feels cradled around the side of your hip like that. He’s trying to stop his mind from how it would feel to put one on each side and pick you up again…

“Can I get you a drink?” He tucks a peice of hair behind your ear for you, making you want to kiss him again.

You don’t trust your words so you just do your best to nod at him through your heavily hooded eyes. You feel so high. And not exactly from the cocaine. Sure that’s only adding to the fire but this was a new kind of drug altogether.

“C’mon, Y/N/N” Rafes hand stays perfectly wrapped around your hip as he guides you back to the kitchen where you find Kelce and Topper, both noticing the way you’re glued to each other. Right as you approach them, Noah comes barreling over, throwing his hands up at you, not even thrown off in the slightest by the sight of you and Rafe.

“Knew it was only a matter of time!”

Wait, what.

“Noah, common….”

“Matter of time?” Kelce asks, thinking Noah’s referring to you and Rafe as he registers the way his friend keeps you close as he moves around the island to make a round of drinks. Noah quickly notices he’s grabbing the ingredients to your favorite.

“Ohhhh yeah….” Noah’s face is telling though and you instantly know he’s about to spill your secrets so on some level you just accept defeat. On the other, you brace yourself for their reactions, knowing where Noah is going with this.

“Don’t let this one fool you!” He says, drink still in hand as he points to you. “She pretends to be all sweet and innocent but she’s got you all beyond fooled….”

You roll your eyes as you take the drink Rafe made for you, registering what it is and looking up at him with the happiest smile ever.

Noah clocks it, “Exhibit A. Exactly what I mean… sweet and innocent…”

“I’m not following…” Kelce finally speaks up.

“Sweet and innocent?!” You ask incredulously. “I just had Emma pinned up against the –”

“You’ve assimilated nicely here Y/N/N, I’ll give you that!” Noah throws you a look as he continues on. “But you knew sooner or later… those true colors would come out no matter what…”

You roll your eyes at him for what has to be the millionth time as you wait for him to finish his speech.

“I mean, let’s be real here, Y/N/N…You’ve gotten in wayy more fights than I have!” Noah hurls at you.

That one gets Rafes head to turn.

If that’s true, that’s a mind bending statement to wrap his head around. Rafe’s been aware of Noah’s violent tendencies, never straying away from the random fight. Truth be told, Noah could even give Rafe a run for his money in his prime some days. To top all of that would be truly jaw dropping…

“That’s –” you stutter. “That’s not true!”

“Remember that time you got into a fight on the golf course because that chicks husband wouldn’t stop chirping at us so you fought his wife instead –”

“Or the time at that festival - shit, what was it called?! …..Tomorrow Land! Where you basically started a riot when that huge group approached us and you started some shit–”

“Okay, Noah! I get it!”

“What about that time at Nobu when that girl threatened Whitney on her birthday…” (it was her fucking birthday! you hiss) you squeeze your face together out of irritation, ready for what’s coming next. “You broke her nose that time, right?”

“What?!” Topper gasps looking between the two siblings.

Noah’s beyond pushing you over the edge now, ready and waiting to see what your next move will be. Your choices are quite limited, everything he’s saying is the truth, unable to retaliate back. Instead choosing to lean into the craziness that’s already been present all evening.

“Yeah, well…. She kind of deserved that one…” Rafe unintentionally laughs, almost proud, unable to help it as Noah just shakes his head, taking the bag you gave him earlier and dumping more coke out on the counter for you guys.

“I ain’t a killa but don’t push me!” Kelce quotes Tupac as everyone laughs.

“Oh, shit!” Noah's head snaps up after doing a line as he remembers something.

“Remember that one time, one of our last months in LA when you got into a fight with that girl at Jordan’s apartment? Now that! That might take the cake…fucking nuts! You broke a bookshelf didn’t you? It was glass?” Noah asks.

Your face falters for only a second as you register the memory, collecting yourself quickly as Rafe recalls his own similar memory that he recently told you.

You suck in a breath, ready to correct your brother.

“It was a glass coffee table, actually…”

“No fucking way!” Kelce can’t believe it as he makes the connection between you and Rafe having this oddly similar shared memory as he eventually looks over to Topper.

Noah looks confused as your eyes shoot to Rafes, almost apologetically as you look between him and his friends, your own face quite obvious now.

“I guess I should’ve told you about that when you told me…”

“Holy fuck, she knows?!” Kelce’s mouth hangs open as Topper finally catches up.

“You told her?!”

Kelce and Topper are arguably having the biggest “oh shit” moment ever thus far when it comes to you and Rafe.

If he’s told you about that night last August, something he can barely even open up to his own friends about, all but refusing to rarely even talk about it…. Then they’ve severely underestimated Rafe’s true feelings towards you.

Noah just stares between all of you, not completely sure what you’re all referring to but having a pretty good idea….

“Anyways….” Rafe hands the bill from Kelce to you, skipping himself as the chatter between your group of friends continues in the kitchen, music still flowing loudly.

You adjust one of the lines as you bend down and inhale deeply, enjoying the way Rafe is watching your every move.

After you pass the coke off to Topper you look over at Rafe, now shoulder to shoulder with you against the island as you’re facing towards it and he’s got his back leaned against it.

His eye sight trails from the coke on the counter to your bright eyes and you can tell he knows how you got the coke. You know he’s slowly figuring you out and you can’t help the almost painful blush that arises from it.

“What?” You ask shyly, knowing he’s on to you.

He reaches his hand over, not giving a fuck that you’re in plain view of all of your friends to raise his hand and toss your hair back over your shoulder for you, quickly thumbing over your cheekbone, the action alone so intimate it hits you deep in your core as you both watch the blush take over your face.

You shake your head, dizzy from the contact. “Yeah, because that’s gonna help…”

You bring the drink to your lips, nearly chugging the whole thing as you make Rafe laugh, as he chooses to throw your own words back at you sassily, watching the way you down your drink.

“Yeah, because that’s gonna help…”

His voice is so thick with emotion but it still makes you laugh so hard that you almost spit your drink out. The guys shoot you both a look as you clearly flirt in front of all of them.

Over the loud sounds of the party, you hear John B and Sarah arguing in the distance. Noah raises his eyebrows suspiciously, turning to you with that suit eating grin.

“How rare form are you willing to get tonight, Y/N/N?”

“Uh, well…considering I just had Emma pinned to the island crying not too long ago…I’d say pretty deep!”

He smiles mischievously and whispers something into your ear.

“For real?”

He raises his eyebrows as if to challenge you.

Off in the distance you hear Sarah’s voice carry through the crowd, a little above a yell before making her figure makes its way back over to you guys, face flushed and irritated. That’s all it takes.

“I’m in.”

The plan springs to action surprisingly easy. Then again, this isn’t either of your first rodeo - or Noah’s. Both of you are entirely too good at putting plans into motion. Call it the outward trauma from your childhood but you both had a way of making the earth shake on occasion, to say to least. Tonight no doubt turning into one of the long since promised rare form catastrophic evenings when you and Noah were painstakingly on the same level: balls fucking wild.

You’re all having a good time in the kitchen as you pull out your phone, pulling Sarah in for a photo. You clock John B in the next room as he quickly glances over in your direction, thinking no one can notice.

You both smile sweetly up at the screen and are about to take the picture when Noah leans in to join, standing behind Sarah and bending his head down fully onto her shoulder, wrapping an arm affectionately around her side as he gives those eyes at her and at the camera.

You can see Sarah trying her hardest not to giggle and when you look at the photo after, you can’t help but think of how cute all of you look scrunched up together, the image making your heart melt.

“What about me?” Rafe asks you expectantly, playfully bumping into your shoulder.

“What about you?” You ask, clearly confused.

“Don’t I get one…” he asks softly, nodding to the phone in your hands, your mind slowly catching up.  

“A picture…?” You ask, your heart slowly starting to race. He nods, his smile so sweet it truly baffles you that notorious bad boy Rafe Cameron is able to even feel such things, let alone to feel them so deeply.

You can pretty much have anything you want….

“Here…” as you hand him the camera and lean back, allowing yourself to fall flush against his strong chest. He takes the phone with his right hand as the left snakes around and pulls you close, his head dipping just a little into your shoulder as you look up into the camera, setting his whole world on fire. At the last second, Sarah comes into the frame, appearing in the top corner, her smile as equally bright as her brothers, an obvious shared Cameron trait.

Rafe just rolls his eyes but as you both look at the photo afterwards, this one pulls at your heartstrings a thousand times more than the first. Sarah’s barely in the picture but her radiant smile, even though her head is basically floating in the top corner, makes her seem normal in the frame.

Seeing you and Rafe together like that, seeing what you’ve only lived through, alive and imprinted into a photograph makes you start to spiral in the best way possible. The way he’s looking down at you ever so slightly, the look on his face giving you chills. You literally have to tear your eyes away from the screen as you feel the familiar creep that the photo you took of Rafe last week with the camcorder caused.

A few songs and a couple shots later, you and Sarah are dancing around the kitchen, screaming nearly all the words to the songs being played.

You hear the song change as Noah throws you a wink, nearly all of the guys around you catching the action. As he steps over to Sarah you wrap your hand around Rafe’s wrist to grab his attention. His confused eyes drip to yours as you whisper to him.

“Please don’t punch Noah for what he’s about to do…”

You know that this is one of Sarah’s favorite songs ever and that Noah requested to play it. You and Rafe watch as Noah and Sarah dance only momentarily before he full on twirls her. Sarah’s hair whips through the air and for a moment you can’t help but take in how truly captivating Sarah Cameron is.

Noah, always the one to figuratively and literally sweep women off their feet, twirls her backwards and sneakily leads her straight into his arms. Her back now flush against his chest, his arms folded tightly across the front of her as they both throw their head back in laughter.

This is it, you think to yourself as you look around, knowing he can’t be far. Bingo, you think to yourself as you register him finally walking into the room.

Noah has Sarah positioned perfectly as he clocks John B’s furious figure coming towards them before she does. The raging look in his eye was exactly what he was hoping for, Noah’s rare sadistic alter ego in full effect as he locks eyes with John B as he leans down to his girlfriend's ear.

“Well, he doesn’t look too happy does he..”

When she does notice, it’s at possibly the worst moment. Her head is thrown back lazily onto Noah’s shoulder as he supports her, his lips nearly brushing her ear. All the color drains from her face when she sees John B.

“What the actual fuck, Sarah?”

“John B…”

Noah slowly lets go of her as JJ follows close behind John B, both of them only a few steps in front of Noah now, their eyes slicing through him.

“I didn’t –”

“You don’t think I’ve been seeing your little flirting all night?”

Sarah’s entire face falls.

“Who the hell said you can touch my girlfriend like that?” John B’s arms reach for Noah as Sarah’s temper bursts, her hands lunging forward shoving her boyfriend back a foot or two in sheer anger.

“John B, enough!” She steps back, nothing but anger written on her face “You’ve done nothing but ruin this entire night!”

“You know what… fuck this!” She screams shakily at him before turning on her heel and out of the room.

Every part of you wants to run after your friend but you have to see Noah’s plan through. You don’t realize how thwarted it’s about to get though….

“Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend…” John B growls.

Noah laughs in his face.

“Your girlfriend that you’ve literally ditched the entire fuckin party to be up some other girls ass —“

John B’s nostrils flare as he closes another threatening gap in Noah’s direction.

“Ya know – I don’t know who’s worse, you or your fuckin sister!”

You’re surprised by how quickly you’re able to grab the back of Noah’s shirt, violently yanking him as the other raises to Rafes chest, halting his sudden lunge forward at John B’s words.

“Some fucking friend you are, Y/N!” His words boil the blood in your body before freezing every vein. “Getting her to do coke!”

Your grip on Noah and Rafe tightens, holding them back hissing a harsh “NOPE” to both of them.

You release both boys slowly, silently telling them to stay the fuck still as you tauntingly inch towards John B, not stopping until your chest is nearly touching his.

Behind him JJ grows uneasy, shifting back and forth.

“Hmm?” John B pushes you further, arguably the furthest all night, not knowing how much of a point of contention he’s about to hit with you…

“Yeah, like the Bahamas?”

Rafe's heart stops dead when he hears the word “Bahamas”…..

You shake your head as you stare up at John B. He has no idea what he’s talking about….

“Do you have something you wanna fucking say to me, John B?” Your words are an obvious threat.

You’re met with nothing but silence.

You huff out a laugh. “That’s what I thought.”

“Easy for you to say when you’re surrounded by your guard dogs!”

You spin so fast he can feel your hair just barely whip his face.

“I don’t need guard dogs John B! I could make your life a living hell without having to fight you…”

You’re surprised by the malice behind your words. Maybe it’s your patience finally wearing thin. Maybe it’s the fact that this is now the second time this evening you feel like you’re fully being pushed beyond your breaking point. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve watched your bestfriend pine after this guy for weeks for him to absolutely not deserve her in the slightest. It’s a multitude of things that all come to a head at once.

“You’re the worst fucking influence on her…” his tone with you is pure venom.

From that moment on, everything slowly builds, second by second.

“Fucking, excuse me?!” Your voice reaches shrill decibels as you wind up, flying off the handles again, ready to expel as many demons you can at John B.

Noah steps toward him but you smack your brother in the arm - hard, much harder than necessary - as John B speaks up, Rafe almost immediately screaming over him.

“You’re turning her into the worst version of herself!”

“You better watch your fucking mouth when you –”

John B’s words hit a nerve with you, fully exploding, pushing past Noah and Rafe, both of them casualties in your wake as you fully unleash on him.

“YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH! I’m turning her into the worst version of herself?! First off all, how fucking dare you sit here and talk about ‘your girlfriend’ this and that when you’ve been ignoring her and making her jealous all night with another fucking girl! Then to turn around and talk about her like that —”

JJ grabs John B’s arm as he says something you can’t make out over your yelling as he tries to cut you off.

“Maybe she’s just turning into the real version of herself. The one you’ve been too much of a pussy ass bitch —”

John B squares up to you as you feel Noah advance closely behind, hearing a terrifying “watch it, bitch!” from Rafe.

“I don’t have to listen whatever the fuck you think you know—”

“No, not THINK, John B! KNOW’”

Noah’s original plan is totally thrown out the window now, completely ripped to shreds. The result of what's about to happen instead is a thousand times more chaotic.

John B’s next words make the entire room explode, setting the night on fire again.

“You’re a real fucking piece shit, you know that, Y/N?”

You’re not sure if it’s Rafe or Noah that reaches John B first, both of them rushing past you. One of them throwing him into the counter as Topper and Kelce grab JJ to hold him back.

Noah’s arms are linked around John B’s body, pulling him back in nearly the same way you had held Emma in this very same kitchen only an hour or two earlier…

Rafes visibly shaking as he explodes, slapping John B only once, hard across the face as he struggles in Noah’s grasp, violently holding his chin, squeezing his throat for only a moment.

“The next time you fucking talk to her like that, it’ll be your last. We fucking clear on that?”

When John B just glares at him, still fighting in Noah’s grasp, Rafe pulls him by his hair.

“I’m sorry what was that, I couldn’t quite hear that?!” He screams, grip tightening.

“Yes?!” He screams again, shaking John B now.

When John B just responds with a “fuck you…” Rafe shakes his head before delivering one hard punch to the side of John B’s face, sending him trying to double over in pain while still in Noah's grasp.

“Oh, and you and Sarah?” He pauses briefly. “Fucking done, my dude…”

Noah shoves John B back, releasing him at the same time Topper and Kelce release JJ. John B doesn’t take one last look back as he storms angrily out of the kitchen, JJ trailing close behind as they leave the party altogether.

“You okay?” Rafes voice is soft as he gives you a once over, noticing his knuckles are bloody. The sight lights your body on fire, his bloody hands making your thoughts go crazy as you try to push them aside.

“Yeah, I need to go find Sarah, though.” you squeeze Rafes arm as you walk past him, popping from room to room before seeing her outside on the patio. She was off to the side of where everyone was dancing, talking to Logan who was obviously filling her in on everything that just happened.

The minute she sees you she’s launching herself into your arms, not crying (that’ll be saved for tomorrow, when the two of you can hide from the world) but the look on her face breaks your heart.

You fill in the little gaps with Logan as she listens intently, rolling her eyes and yelling “what the hell!” at the appropriate spots.

You’re sitting around the bar outside now, Sarah’s sitting in one of the high top bar stools and you’re standing close by. Logan had joined a conversation with one of the guys close by as you watched people dance.

Sarah, lost in her thoughts, remembers something as your arm circles around her neck, pulling her close to you.

“Ya know…” you note the change in Sarah’s voice, too playful for the state she’s in. “Logan was also telling me about something interesting that he saw on the patio earlier…” The look she gives you sends chills up your spine.

“Oh…?”

“Don’t “oh” me!” She whispers threateningly. “What is going -- well shit…. Speak of the devil…”

Your heads turn, clocking her brother walking in your direction but you’re caught off guard, realizing Noah’s two steps ahead of him, eyes determined.

Arms still wrapped around Sarah's neck, you register the familiar look on your brother's face as he marches over.

“Oh no…” You whisper in her ear. “Prepare yourself…. Noah rants are never –”

Before you know it he’s drunkenly reaching out and grasping Sarah’s face within his hands. For a moment you’re terrified he’s going to kiss her but you know better, instead shaking her head a little too fiercely as he speaks.

“Sarah, sweetheart.” he drunkenly pleads. “I cannot believe I’m saying this, all things considering, and I get Ward is like totally fucked…” Noah gestures comically to Rafe. “And your brother can’t really properly process emotion in any capacity…”

Both you and Rafe nearly spit out your drinks, laughing.

“So you’ve probably never had a strong male figure like myself to teach you these things–” (shoving him, arms still around Sarah, “Jesus Noah don’t fucking kid yourself!”)

“But for real…..Fuck John B.” His eyes are beading into hers so hard that you can see the little specks of gold in his Irises, begging her to register the seriousness of it all. “And fuck any dude who makes you feel like that.”

He gives her one stern look, one that she can barely look away from, resembling a kid getting caught stealing, as Noah drunkenly plants a kiss on her kiss and releases her.

As much as the unlikely duo of Noah and Sarah had irritated you by their likeness at ganging up on you and pushing you to your limits, it warmed your heart to see the way Noah had become slightly protective over her, not far from your own feelings towards your now best friend.

You were fiercely loyal to the few people in your life that you believed earned it. You and Noah were more of a package deal, that loyalty was shared, sacred and backed by each other, often without justification or explanation. Call it a twin thing, that kind of trust didn't need to be explained. In the case of Sarah Cameron, you would both move heaven and hell to project her.

“And who dresses like that?! Does he own any real fucking shirts? I mean the homeless look kind of suits him…”

“Noah, enough okay!” Knowing he was just taking open jabs at the guy now.

“I’m just saying, someone needs to say it to you because you need to hear it…” Noah swirls his drink again before his eyes hone back in on Sarah, her eyes patiently waiting, locked with his.

“You can do better.”

You watch as the words, ones you’ve just barely touched the surface of, careful not to hurt or push her too far, crash over her.

“He’s not wrong…” Rafe whispers and Sarah’s head cocks to her borther, studying him for a minute before she realizes Rafe defended her too with John B, tonight. A first, no doubt….

Her gaze shifts back to you, standing beside him as if she’s registering the change in him live time.

“Here, I know just what you need!” Noah reaches around the bar and starts to whip up a round of shots, cherry bombs (Sarah’s favorite) as some other friends find you outside.

Slowly, you all melt back into the party. Sarah, (at Noah's suggestion to try and ease the tension) suspended into the air by Kelce and Noah, holds a keg stand for so long you have to pry the nozzle out of her mouth as the group continues chanting, knowing she will black out way too soon if you don’t stop her. Topper, egged on by Eli, does a cannonball into the pool off the roof of the house, erupting the entire scene into a chaotic ball or energy as the dancing continues ruthlessly outside.

Rafes has been glued to your side, happily content to have him there as you register the body’s swaying in front of you, mind too far gone to think before speaking as you turn your body in towards him.

“Will you dance with me?” Your arms fall lazily on his chest and he can feel your fingers slightly curl into his collar bone.

He locks eyes with you and loses his breath at the twinkle there.

Yes yes yes. Abso-fucking-lutely yes. A million times yes.

What is he saying? He hates dancing, right…? How many girls have stood before him, in literally the same exact position as you, begging him for exactly this? But being here, the idea of being like that with you, your body pressed against him, music loud while tuning out the rest of the world sounds like heaven.

He shakes his head yes and not a second later you’re grabbing his wrist, beaming as you pull him into the crowd, time moving slowly as the lights and sounds flicker around you.

At one point you stop and it’s like Rafe is watching the scene as a bystander instead of living it as you circle your arms around his neck. If you expected to feel nerves, there are none. Nothing but the excitement and want to let go and feel Rafes body sway close to yours.

You two begin to move together, the words of the song quite literally blending you two together in ways you can’t even begin to imagine yet.

I can feel your love pullin' me up from the underground, and I don't need my drugs, we could be more than just part-time lovers I can feel your touch pickin' me up from the underground, and I don't need my drugs, we could be more than just part-time lovers

You spin around so your back is flush, pressed hard against Rafe’s chest, your backside moving against him (doing insane things to his brain that he can barely contain) as your right hand reaches back behind to wrap into his hair, holding his head close to the side of your neck. The feeling of your hips moving against him threatens to make him roll his eyes back, not being able to remotely handle the feelings bubbling up.

It feels so good that you’re both caught off guard, too hazed to try and make sense of any of it.

The lights casting off your skin is giving him chills in the humid evening air.

You’re so fucking perfect it’s unreal….

      Hours later Rafe feels it again, or what little he can feel of anything at this point…

It’s just past 3am when you and him come stumbling into one of Topper’s guest bedrooms, wasted beyond belief as you both basically fall into the room in a messy, beautiful blur.

One elbow is close to your face, pinning you down to the bed, the other tangled into your hair, as his lips press into yours, trying to hold onto reality - to hold onto you - for as long as possible before he succumbed to the mounting effects of the evening.

You’re everything. He feels you all around him, your hands grabbing at his back, your sighs filling the air, every single one of his senses captivated and overloaded by you.

But there’s something inside Rafe that feels it too, that feels that connection, way beyond just your physical touch at this point. That feeling that’s screaming at him, filling every voice in his head.

He doesn’t want to go slow. Sure, he obviously knows given the state you’re both in that your evening isn’t going much farther past this point. That’s more than okay though, happily accepting blacking out in your arms, his hoodie that he gave you after you’d all jumped into finally the pool an hour ago still draping over you like a blanket, at least two sizes too big.

That’s not what he means, though. He’s not thinking about just tonight and how far it’ll go, but about it all… about everything. About you.

He knows he’s only moments away from blacking out and even though he’s slowly starting to feel everything slipping away, he knows your hold over him will go long past his drunken blackout.

He doesn’t want to go slow. He wants you, all of you, every part of you, inside and out. Knowing, for every moment, until forever, he’s always going to want more from you. Not more, everything.

He wants to give you everything.

He's not even sure what that means yet or how to process it as his vision finally, slowly fades to black, the only thing he can feel is your hands running perfectly through his hair….

Your voice is close in his ear, his name like a bullet straight to his heart.

“Rafe…”

Your voice is the last thing he hears as it all finally fades into oblivion.  

....

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fully Completely 5

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation, harassment, blood, cutting, general hatred

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: Today, we have more Loki then tomorrow more Zemo and some Sam on Saturday. I might add in some Andy Barber after that but keep plucking away at this and Candy Coated. Anyway, I’ll see you in the comments and the asks.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 5: Hang me long out in the sun

💀💀💀

You sat against the wall, flinching every time you leaned too heavily on the radiator and burned your arm. You were certain Loki cranked the heat before he left as it was stolid and stifling in the large room. Sweat dripped down your body and mingled with the drying blood along your chest. You were uncomfortable but you didn’t want to get comfortable in this place.

You pulled on your wrist until your hand throbbed and the cuffs showed no sign of wear and the radiator didn’t budge. You stretched across the floor until you could reach the edge of the bookshelf and kicked until some books fell, hoping for some hidden pin or tool to pick the lock. There were only musty old books and dust.

You stood, tried to at least, bent over as you stretched your legs. You did awkward squats and extended your arms to your toes, one at least. You rolled your head on your neck so it cracked noisily and settled back against the wall. You were tired, exhausted, but too worked up to sleep.

It hit you all at once as the stench of smoke clung to your shirt and skin. Your shop was gone, your home, everything you worked for. It was another sick joke played on you by the town of Birch. 

Bucky was just another bully. He was like that boy in ninth grade who asked you to meet him at the park for a ‘date’ only to stand you up. You remembered the Monday after when he planted a stink bomb in your locker. The men around there were all the same. Everywhere if you were to judge by Loki.

You closed your eyes and thought of your dad. You thought he would’ve been proud to see everything you’d done; a shop of your own, a life where you didn’t have to worry. He said to you, through his dying lungs, that he knew you would be alright, that you could take care of yourself and Jerome. What about your brother then? Shouldn’t he take care of you too?

For the first time in a very long time, you wanted to cry. You kept your eyes shut to keep the tears locked in and slowly your mind eased. You sunk down as the warmth of the radiator embraced you, unbothered by the unyielding heat against your arm. You could hear yourself snore as you succumbed to your fatigue.

You were woken by the clatter of the door below. The old Victorian house echoed every noise and shuddered at every gale without. You lifted your head with a snort and sidled away from the radiator. Your arm was tender from the constant blaze of the radiator and you winced as you touched it. Fuck, it was burned.

You braced yourself as you listened to the slow ascent. You heard him behind the door and watched the knob turn. You sprawled out and slid a book closer with your foot. You got up and grabbed it quickly and stood in a hunch. You flung it at Loki as he entered but he quickly blocked the hardcover tome with the door.

He carefully peeked around the wood and stepped back in with a sigh. He shook his head as he crossed his arms and nodded as Korg appeared behind him. The bigger man placed the collection of shopping bags on the table and left with a dismissive sniff from his boss. The door closed and you were left to simmer alone with Loki.

“Such a warm welcome,” he strode to the table and tapped his fingertips on the wood, “and after I went to all the trouble of replacing your wardrobe. A pity all those wonderful pieces you had were lost.”

“I don’t want any of it,” you sneered, “leave me here, I don’t care.”

“Darling, while I find your resilience admirable it is also rather irksome,” he said, “and you will find that in the end, it will only make all this so much more difficult. You needn’t suffer anymore.”

“‘You needn’t suffer anymore,’” you mimicked him, “just listening to you talk is suffering.”

He turned his face down and clenched his jaw. He turned and reached into a bag. He pulled out a swath of black fabric that unfolded to an elegant dress with subtle black gems along the neckline like stars. You pushed your head back and stared at the ceiling.

“I can understand, a woman like you, men aren’t lining up to give you nice things,” he said, “I wouldn’t exactly call this giving, more… trading.”

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled as you closed your eyes again, “you know, you woke me up so why don’t you keep it down?”

“I did have to guess at the sizes,” he ignored you brusquely, “but I’ve always had a keen eye.”

“You can shove your dresses and whatever else you wasted your money on up your--”

“Darling,” he interrupted, “I will not warn you again. That lip does provoke me.”

You jutted your jaw out and exhaled. You bent your legs and crossed your arms over your knees. You were too tired to argue with him. Hell, it only seemed to make you feel more helpless as you could not act on your anger. You hated that feeling. It remind you of that stupid teenage girl again; so gullible and weak.

“You cannot remain as you are,” he continued, “and I will not have a slobbish hick on my arm--”

“Jesus Christ, is your dick so small you can’t find another woman?” you hissed.

He was silent. You opened your eyes and hit your head on the wall as you were startled by how quick he moved. He pressed his knee to your chest and pinned you to the wall as he reached into his pocket and plucked out the silver key. He bent and unhooked the cuff from your wrist.

He caught your hand as you clawed at him and coughed as he pushed his knee harder against the cut between your tits. He tore you away from the wall suddenly and thrust you up to your feet. He twisted your arm behind you as he spun you and kicked your feet across the floor. You struggled with him but each time he bent your arm further up your back.

He pushed you onto the bed and straddled you as he angled you along the mattress. You flailed with your legs as he kept you trapped beneath his weight and released your arm. You reached out as he shifted above you and quickly snatched up your hands. He wrapped his long fingers around your wrists and snugly wound his tie in their place before he let go.

He backed off of you so that you laid across your stomach, your hands bound above your head to the bedpost. You rolled over as he marched away and returned just as quickly. He unfolded the razor with the mother-of-pearl handle and you dug your heels into the bed as you tried to free yourself from the silken tie.

He grabbed your leg and held it down. You brought your other knee up and he blocked it with his shoulder, “if you continue on like this, I might catch the artery.”

He held your leg down and pressed the edge of the blade to your thigh. You froze as he sliced into your skin and you grunted through your teeth. He traced a line down your leg and mirrored it on the other. He retreated and looked you over as you glanced down between your legs, the red lines dripping onto the blanket.

“What the fuck?” you yanked on the tie, “you’re fucking insane.”

“You haven’t any idea,” he held up the razor and admired the crimson along the silver, “but if you insist on this little dance, I should be inclined to go deeper.” He closed the razor and winked, “darling, you are looking rather rough,” he remarked, “but scars will not deter me.”

He spun and strode again to the bathroom. He returned and wiped his hands on a white towel and tossed it over the back of the chair. He sat and continued to sort through the bags.

“You think I’m afraid of you, you prick?” you snarled, “you think you’re going to win? When I get free, I’m going to take that blade and cut your dick--”

He stood and his hand formed a fist. He was atop you in a moment but before he could bring his hand to your throat, you bit down on the webbing between his thumb and index finger. He exclaimed and retracted his hand for just a second before he smacked you across the face. Your head snapped to the side and you held in a groan.

This time his hand stretched over your neck and he leaned over you. His hot breath whispered along your cheek and you shivered in disgust. 

“Oh, darling, this will be fun indeed,” he purred, “but I have no doubt that you will be prancing around in pretty little skirts for me before long,” he squeezed until you croaked, “you can even keep them on as I fuck you.”

“Go… to… hell,” you rasped.

He snickered and sat back on his heels with you straddled beneath him, “haven’t you realised? We’re already there.”

💀

You laid there for hours after Loki left you. Even though the mattress was preferable to the floor, you didn’t sleep. You stared at the ancient ceiling and cursed every inch of that place. 

Your thighs ached and that cut along your chest. Your arm was sore and raw each time it rubbed against your sleeve or the bed. You were more enraged than ever and you could hardly contain it and frustration had you kicking the mattress.

The windows were dark when he returned. He turned on the lamp beside you as the aroma of food tickled your stomach. You were desperately hungry but didn’t realise it until that moment. You salivated and gulped it down as he pulled up a chair and cradled the box in his lap.

“I’ve brought you dinner,” he said as he opened the cardboard container, “but… you have to use your manners, darling.”

“Get fucked,” you rolled onto your side so your back was to him.

“I can hear your stomach so let’s not pretend I believe you for a moment,” he taunted, “you will realise soon how weak you truly are.”

You didn’t say anything, nor did you move. You sneered at the wall as your arms strained above your head. He let out a long breath and then hummed in delight, “mmm, you know, this is not bad,” he commented, “your little diner has been the least disappointing aspect of this shithole.”

You gulped hungrily but refused to look back. He tapped his foot on the floor impatiently and sighed again.

“You would do yourself a favour if you did one for me,” he said, “say, if you accepted this generosity I might allow you another, perhaps a shower. Those cuts cannot remain unwashed.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you cut me,” you spat, “I don’t want anything from you and I definitely don’t want you. I’ll go live in the rubble, I don’t give a fuck.”

“You will,” he said as he stood and dragged the chair away, “but only you will pay for your stubbornness.”

💀

After another tussle, Loki relocated you once more to the radiator. He slept blissfully as you spent another restless night both sweating and shivering. When he woke, he offered you a bowl of instant oatmeal and you flipped it over. He tutted and went on with his day, leaving you again to stew in your wrath.

By the end of the day, your body rebelled with hunger and you accepted the bowl of soup he brought from The Chipped Saucer. You drank it from the paper cup but felt more rotten as it burned in your chest. He smirked as he watched you and you tossed the empty cup at him.

He scowled and you spent another night in cuffs. On the fourth day, he let you shower but kept you cuffed to the curtain bar for the ordeal. All modesty was gone as you were allowed only a plain white robe after and sat in the same spot, metal at your wrist, and wood at your back.

But you didn’t stop. You bit, you kicked, you hit, you swore, you screamed. A week passed and you wouldn’t accept it. You could see you were wearing on him and comforted yourself with the irritation in his sharp green eyes. You laughed at him outright and it stoked him further. He truly thought you’d never dealt with assholes before. You lived among them your whole life.

But that day when he came in, he was quiet though not sullen or angry. He was almost boasting as he still wore his new leather boots and dark parka. He tramped around and pulled out a mauve coloured dress, some satin and impractical undergarments, and a pair of heeled boots. He placed them calmly beside you but kept out of your reach.

He stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned. You shook your head at him and scoffed. He waited as you simply yawned into your palm.

“Don’t you want to go see your brother?” he asked.

“He can rot with the rest of you,” you hissed.

“So heartless,” he slithered, “but I shall relay the message to him, as hard as it may be.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” you huffed.

“Well, darling, I don’t know if he should hear me or even if he could, that it would put him in a worse condition,” he mused.

“Worse condition?” you grimaced.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you, my apologies,” he preened, “why yes, it seems he did have an unfortunate incident. Some suspect it was an attempt on his own life but you know how gossip is in a town so small--”

“What--” you bit down on your lip, “is he… is he okay?”

“Why, he is rotting just as you wished, yes?” he asked coyly.

“Don’t be fucking stupid. Tell me he’s okay!” you tried to stand but were kept in a crouch by the cuffs.

“If you get dressed and behave, then you can see for yourself,” he said evenly, “or I will alone and hope that he survives his injuries… I wouldn’t expect the healthcare around here to be very adequate--”

“You fucking touch him--”

“What? You are wasting time, darling, and visiting hours will be over soon,” he warned.

You clenched your jaw and squinted at him. You swallowed your derision and blinked.

“Fine,” you said quietly, “I’ll… behave. Just take me to see him.”

“Good girl,” he came closer and knelt to grab your wrist, “but let me be clear, one misstep and you will never see him again. I should hate for him to die alone.”

“Just fucking undo me,” you snarled and his lips curved in triumph.

[quinnsantangelo]

was ranting in discord about how fallout 3 didnt bother answering how like anybody gets food and decided to put it up here as well because i’d love to see other people weigh in on this with other ides/ideas for other settlements (megaton/BoS/tenpenny tower etc)

like ok.... for rivet city in particular it couldve been so neat and cool

first of all up the amount of mirelurks around the area by a bit, and put like fucked up mutated fish in the water that you can see if you happen to go swimming in the area

then i'd put in npcs armed with like rifles and shotguns in the rivet city market and bar and wandering the area outside called "fishermen" who have ambient dialogue about hunting mirelurks.... fallout 3 clearly has boats maybe have a fishing boat or two with more of these fishermen, but the boats also have nets and stuff... maybe put fishing rods around inside rivet city as well

then you could have do multiple things with that. you can have the rivet city food stand and hotel and bar sell a bunch of neat fish and mirelurk based meals. give the caravan guy who does food trading  a line or two that you can randomly get and the guy who like manages the caravans up from canterbury commons a specific like dialogue option where they can mention how one of the big things they trade re food is dried and salted seafood from rivet city

and put stuff like salted fish and mirelurk jerky in as like lootables in homes in canterbury commons/megaton/big town maybe and as things you can buy from the brass lantern and moriarty in megaton THEN ok you know how if you go on the flight deck in rivet city its just littered with worthless airplanes

clear those out. set up a farm with like again generic farmer npcs. like make the beds filled with dirt to grow plants in made up of old bits of plane... use bits of plane to set up some kind of water wheel/pump/bucket and pulley system to get water up to provide those farms with

like they have scientists in rivet city if megaton can make a city out of junk they can 100% pull that off

have logs on the computers as like entries written while this was all getting set up and have the scientists or the rivet city council members have dialogue ABOUT the farms and how they're happy they have excess seafood to trade 

like.... it would've been so neat and gone so far to make the world feel more like a place where people live ya kno?

[p---ink]

Teach Me.

Author’s Note: So. I finally made a Peter Parker Fiction. And I know the gif is Arvin Russell, but that is for a reason, and maybe you'll see it, maybe you won't, BUT TELL ME IF YOU DO. So this is an unnamed OC fiction, but its mostly reader insert, aside from the fact that she’s black (surprise, surprise) and she has brown eyes. I made her an “OC” because of that fact. Also, get ready for some fluffy head cannons of Peter P. In the not-so-distant future though. 

Summary: Maybe Peter Parker, isn't as innocent as he seems. 

Warnings: Smut. Smut. and more Smut. Car-smut. Dark-ish Peter (Not really, but he’s not his usual wholesome self) 

Song: Star-gazing by The Neighborhood. I literally based this entire fiction on this one song. Even if you don’t read the fic, you should listen to it. 

Word Count: 5.5k

“If you don’t mind me asking,” She started, pausing a bit to give him time to look up at her, “ who brings a textbook to a frat party?”

His heart stopped for a moment when he realized who was speaking to him. But then he matched her grin shyly and replied, “It’s more of a conversation starter than anything.” 

“Would you say its been working well?”

“I did somehow manage to get someone as pretty as you to speak to me.” 

The smile that was already plastered on her face, grew wider along with her eyes and brows. “Wow Parker: Who knew you could be so bold after a few drinks?

“I’ve only had one, so the rest is all me.” He closed his book and readjusted his leg inviting her to sit. Then as if just realizing, he asked, “You know who I am?”

“Of course I know who you are. We went to Midtown together.” She said, getting comfortable on the couch. 

“Yeah I know. But we barely spoke to each other. Sometimes I wondered if you even knew I existed.”

“I always kept tabs on cuties like you. Especially you, actually.” She declared. 

“And you call me bold.” He muttered under his breath, a small blush creeping up.

“I’m always like this. Anyone who knows me, can tell you that. But anyone who knows you, would say the opposite. You were always so good.” 

“Good?”

“Yes! Good. Innocent. Nice. Whatever floats your boat.”

“And I remember you being, bossy, assertive, and intimidating.”

She threw her head back in laughter before stating,“You say that like its a bad thing.” Coming down from her fits of giggles she adds, “You noticed me, too? Never thought I was on your radar.”

“How could anyone not notice you.” He asked. “We had English together our freshman year. First day of class, you challenged Mr. Frechowsky, for inflicting his political views on the rest of the class. He got so red in the face, after yelling at you for three minutes straight, but everyone was more shocked at you for being unfazed.”

“I forgot abou-”

“Sophomore year, you “accidentally” tripped Amy Shuemacker,  after she made a rude comment about Ned’s weight. Junior year, you announced that you wanted to be not only the first female president, but the first who was black too. I remember telling myself you’d have my vote. Senior year, you almost had a mental breakdown when it looked like Michelle Obama was gonna run.” Peter finished, with not a hint that he was out of breath. 

“I-” She was more than taken aback. “I’m embarrassed that you remember all of that. Its been like four years since we graduated. Frankly any other person would have forgotten.”

“I think its impossible for anyone who’s met you, to forget the day they did.” He admitted to her. 

She just stared at him in awe for a moment. Mouth slightly agape from surprise. A shadow of a smile ever so present. 

Even though he was the one to say it, it was his face that turned a tinge pinker than before when he realized the weight behind his words. He swallowed thickly, averting his attention to the patterns that lined the carpet, fearing that he made her uncomfortable. In all honesty, he used to have a proper crush on the girl, rivaled by even Romeo’s adoration for Juliet.

This was the same girl he once described as ethereal. He once told Ned that fairies wove the strands of her hair, and butterflies still lived there, claiming that he saw them playing beneath her braids. The sun literally lived under her skin, and it was the secret as to why it would glow, and why her smile was so bright. He would swear to anyone that listened, that the harp was made with her voice in mind, and that it, her voice, played a better melody. He used to be lovestruck. Guess those feelings still lingered. 

If you asked him, two minutes ago had he gotten over it, his answer would’ve been yes. Would’ve been. 

His sudden fluster—which she found adorable by the way, broke her from her trance as she grinned and said “Don’t act bashful now!” playfully shoving his arm as she uttered the words. 

Quickly recovering from his earlier hiccup, he slowly returned her grin and tried to retaliate but before he could, “We have to go. Now.”

They looked up to see an irritated looking preppy girl impatiently scowling down at them. She couldn’t have been much older than 21, but no one told that to her clothes and aura. Her olive skin couldn’t hide the frown lines that had been assigned to her, nor the bags that would put a raccoon to shame. Besides the current circumstances that she would tell them in the next minute, Peter could tell on his own that the girl needed a date with sleep. 

“What’s the matter Li? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, aside from the fact that Angie locked herself out of the apartment again.” She said sarcastically, muttering this last part under her breath “I swear I’ve had it with that girl.”

“Ah I see. Well then we better get going.” The girl affirmed, standing from her seat, making Peter rise from his. “Peter it was so nice seeing you. I hate to leave, I would’ve enjoyed catching up a bit more.” She said, turning to grab her coat. 

“Well then we should catch up soon.”

She turned to nod her head, seemingly interested in his suggestion. “I’d love that. When did you have in mind?”

“How about now? if its a ride you’re looking for, I can drive you home.” Peter’s inner sixteen year old self, screamed at this opportunity. Time alone, with his four-year crush? He couldn’t not take advantage of the moment. 

“I couldn’t ask you to do that. It’s all the way on the other side of town.” She informed him. 

“But you’re not asking me to do it. I’m offering, because, ‘ya know; I haven’t seen you in a while and I’d like to catch up, too.” He said, second-guessing himself and praying that he didn’t come on too strong. “Ya know. Only if you want to.” He added just in case. 

Taking too much time debating whether or not she should say yes, the girl’s friend did it for her.  “Sounds great! I’ll see you at home.” Spinning on her heels,  and walking out of the door.

“Well.” The girl started, smiling at her old schoolmate. “I guess that settles it.”

“Shit!” He cursed, killing the engine completely, and slamming his head back on the headrest. After a couple minutes of trying to get it to start, the boy gave up like his car did.

It had been a full three hours since  Alisha left the party. The time was spent competing about who could find out more about the other. He learned that she still had a thirst for changing the world and community around her. She learned that the boy had been bitten by a radioactive spider and was now New York’s most friendly vigilante. She never knew that Peter could be so hilarious. 

They were stranded on some back road, miles away from civilization, with rain coming down on the roof of the car like they owed it money.

“Peter, what did you expect?” She began to question, giggling as she spoke. “This car is so old, Fred Flintstone has a newer model.”

“Hey!” He cried, “Don’t badmouth Karen. She just needs a little work.”

“You mean a lot of work. Karen is ancient.”

“She’s been good to me.”

“Should I call Triple A?” She asked, ignoring his dramatics. “The rain will probably let up by the time they get here.”

“I’ve got this.” He sighed, readying himself to leave the car. “Besides, triple A doesn’t know Karen like I do. They won’t be able to give her the love and patience she deserves” He explained, the car’s rickety door sounding as he disappeared into the rain. 

She heard that same distinct sound not ten seconds later, as he reappeared, soaking wet from the rain’s onslaught. His white t-shirt clung to his body, while beads of water raced down his skin. His messy locks, traded their dark brown hue for a jet black one, and his dirty converses shone a little brighter than they did before he left the car. 

“Maybe that wasn’t the best idea.” He admitted, the leather making a squelching noise as he glued himself back to his previous seat. 

“The offer for triple A still stands.”

“No. I’ll let this play out. But maybe I can call you an Uber.”

“There’s no way I’m leaving you out here all alone. We’ll let this play out.”

“But this may take a while.”

“I’m the reason you’re out here in the first place. And I like your company, so i’ll stay.”

Peter knew he couldn’t argue with that one, so he let silence befall the two of them. It stayed like that for a moment. It wasn’t quite awkward, but it was definitely palpable. 

She thought to say something, he did the same, but neither could quite let their words come to life. It was unlike the girl he knew before, who said the first thing that came to mind. Unlike himself, who did the same, but in a less graceful way. 

Finally, after what felt like hours of deafening quiet, Peter begins with, “How long have you and Brad been a thing?” The question fresh on his mind, since her phone rang yet again, with his ugly mug lighting up the screen. It was the fourth time she ignored the notification. 

It was rare for Peter to hate a person. In fact he didn’t hate many at all. But there was something about Brad that always made his stomach clench. Didn’t help that he was sniffing around his girl. 

“Hmm.” She pondered, tapping her chin with her index finger. Acting as if she was carefully thinking about it.“For about for-never and a day” She finally answered.

“Oh I thought, that since—“ Peter stammered, growing embarrassed by his assumption, and the disdain that coated his words.

“Anyone would have, with him blowing my phone up.” She sighed. “But alas, nothing will ever come of us. No matter how much he wants it to. Wish he’d take a hint.”

Back to silence. But this time it didn’t consume Peter. It gave him a bit of hope, enough hope to ask her his next question. 

“Back at the party,” he started before pausing, which prompted her to question, yes, before he could properly collect his nerve to ask her what he wanted. 

“Back at the party, you mentioned you always kept tabs on me. Especially me. What did you mean by that?”

“I may have had a small crush on you.” She answered without missing a beat. This of course took him by surprise, but not for long. 

“Why did you never act on it?”

“Because I quickly realized you weren’t my type.” She said as if it was nothing in the world.

“Ouch. What did I do to make you realize that?” Peter asked. Though his tone was light-hearted, he tried not to let on that he was hurt. 

“Nothing.” She replied. “You were just yourself. Peter Parker, the innocent good boy who would never harm a fly.”

Peter thought to himself for a moment. He thought long and hard before he decided to bring up the word she had uttered more than once tonight. “There goes that word again: innocent. What makes you think I’m innocent?”

“Come on Parker. Ned told me you once donated a one hundred dollar bill you found lying on the sidewalk to the local homeless shelter. And that was after you couldn’t find its original owner. That’s got innocence written all over it.”

“Does that make me innocent or a good person?”

“They’re one and the same.”

“There is a big difference between the two.”

“I disagree. The two are definitely interchangeable. Good people are the ones who haven’t been corrupted yet.”

“So does that mean you aren’t a good person?”

“I think I’m a neutral person. Not exactly good, not exactly bad. Just walking the tightrope. I probably would have taken the money, and felt bad about it later.”

They both chuckled at her statement, letting it end that segment of the conversation. Though Peter was done fighting with her about her type’s moral compass, he wasn’t done with the subject all together.

“So,” He paused, and she braced herself, taking notice of how every time he did that, a question she was reluctant to answer followed. “what exactly is your type?”

An uncomfortable breathy laugh passed through her lips as she answered. “I didn’t exactly know it at the time, but I’m able to put it into words now.” She admitted, taking her time as she explained. 

“I guess ideally you were my type. Nice. Harmless. Smart. But I was also looking for someone who knew how to take control. I’m in control of everything in my life, so it feels good to meet a person who lets me relinquish that. Or in more crude terms, a person who has the ability to fuck my brains out.” She declared as she leered in his direction with a small smirk playing her lips. 

She was only teasing. But she could feel that the air had grown thick on the side of the car that Peter had resided in. For a split second, she could have sworn that she saw something snap in him. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, making her feel as though she had imagined the entire thing. 

But she knew that couldn’t have been right. Known for many things, her vivid imagination wasn’t one of them. His breath hitched. His shoulders tensed. She hadn’t imagined that. What he said next, after what felt like an hour of silence told her that she didn’t imagine anything at all. 

“Did teaching me, ever cross your mind?” He asked. His grip on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. She saw his Adam’s apple bob after he spoke, and his chestnut eyes focused on the rain that splattered against the windshield. 

“U-um I-,” She stammered, Peter catching her by surprise. She had to really think about his question. “I suppose it never did.”

“You still want me?” He asked her, turning his attention back on her. 

“Huh?”

“Am I still your type? Aside from the fact that I can’t take control?” 

She just swallows, before nodding.

Noting her surprise, but not relenting he says, “Then teach me.”

“What?” She questions, fearing she misheard him. 

“Teach me.” He repeated, only elaborating when she scrutinized his face. “Show me exactly how you want to be touched. Kissed. Fucked.”

The way he said the word, fuck, was so filthy. It almost made her lose the rest of her composure. Not like she had much left. He had already rendered her speechless, now he was ruining her panties.

No. She wouldn’t let it play out like this. She had a reputation to uphold.

She peered over her shoulder, then back to him trying to assess whether or not he was serious. When his face showed no sign of amusement, she swung her door open, to trade her passenger’s seat for the back one. 

The rain’s onslaught was still vicious, so her previously dry form was borderline drenched. July’s summer heat, did no favors in keeping her warm, and she had no idea if she was shivering from the rain or her nerves. “Are you gonna come keep me warm or what?” She challenged, trying to find her confidence again.  

It was only seconds before Peter joined her, but it was no question that his body was shaking with anticipation. He looked at her expectantly, surveying her every move. From the way her eyes flitted to the ground, to the way her hands busied themselves by rubbing at her thighs. She was nervous. 

It must have been a snowy day in hell.

“What should we do first?” She asked. 

“Does the instructor usually ask the pupil what lessons they should start with?”

“Kiss me?” She suggested, half-ignoring his comment. 

“Are you asking me, or telling me?” Peter remarked, amusement glinting in his eyes. 

Annoyance overtaking her tone now, she demands this time, “Kiss me.” 

“Say please.” He teased. 

“Damn it Peter, fucking kiss m—”

And then he glued his lips to hers. They were sweet and gentle, like him, but still managed to convey his longing. He hoped the kiss would capture all the times he imagined doing it when she would flash those pretty brown eyes his way. When she would speak in a way that put an angel’s timbre to shame. Even when she would fucking breathe, he imagined kissing her until his lips fell off. He hoped the kiss would make up for all of the ones he was dying to share with her over the years.

The pads of his fingers roamed over her silky smooth skin, starting at her cheeks, ending at her neckline. He tasted the flavor of her strawberry chapstick, the same one that made her lips feel and look as smooth as butter. When he inhaled and tasted the faint scent of minty watermelon on her breath, he decided he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to kiss her until he committed to memory every bump on her tongue. Then he would be satisfied. 

“Like this?” He whispered, pulling back to inhale the same air as her, almost turning feral at the sight of her swollen lips and blown pupils. “Or,” he started, leaning back in to go again, searching her eyes, “like this?”

Whereas kiss one was innocent and sweet, the way that Peter portrays himself, kiss two was the definition of what he could be…or maybe what he already was, she couldn’t tell. He was filthy with the way his tongue glided against hers. The hot wet muscle played hers like an instrument, before locking the two together. One of his hands planted itself on the nape of her neck, forcing her to feel every measure against her mouth. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, not that she wanted to. Just like him she wanted to relish the taste of him. 

With his nose pressed against her cheek, and hers against his, they kissed like they wanted to touch the other’s souls. They began breathing in the rest of the other’s air, like they wanted to swap lungs. Exploring the other’s bodies, like they would die if they didn’t study the exact texture of the other’s skin. 

It took everything in Peter to restrain himself. To keep his thumbs from traveling beneath her shirt. He nipped at his tongue to keep from nipping at her lips and skin. He tried shifting in his seat to distract himself from the shifting going on in his jeans. 

It certainly didn’t help the growing tent in his pants when the girl planted her thighs on either side of his, rocking and rolling her hips to alleviate some of the tension in her panties. 

She took over the kiss, setting the pace and overcoming the surprise from Peter earlier.

Her fingers, that were previously glued to his face, began fumbling with the hem of his shirt, peeling the wet material off and over his head. She marveled at his sculpted chest for a moment, before Peter followed suit, pulling her dampened top over her arms and flinging it over the seat. 

A throaty groan passed his lips when she resumed her measures against his hips. Grinding herself down on his hardening member. 

Her breathy whimpers intensified when his surprisingly warm hands traveled along her skin, caressing her soft flesh. She was getting more worked up the more Peter mimicked the movement of her hips, grinding upwards while simultaneously pinning her waist down. 

She tugged harshly on the patch of hair that lived on the back of his neck, eliciting one of the sexiest groans she had ever heard. His heavily lidded eyes that held the same fire as hers, both scared and excited her. 

As she leaned in closely, preparing her words carefully she ordered him to, “Kiss me here,” before planting her lips on his neck. Flattening her tongue to lick a stripe up the exposed skin, she began swirling the appendage before nipping, licking, and sucking until his skin had a reddish purple hue. 

She got lost in the feel of him, succumbing to the sound of his hisses and moans only to yelp a moment later, when Peter mimicked her earlier actions.

With a fistful of her hair, and her exposed neck jutting out towards his lips he licked a stripe against the skin, just as she did earlier, only his measures were steady and calculated, taking note of every flinch and hitch of her breath. He found her sweet spot in seconds, focusing all of his attention there. 

With her nails digging into his flesh, and her hips stuttering, Peter knew he had her where he wanted her. “Like that?” He rasped, pulling away to admire the strings of purple and blue that littered her skin. 

“Fuck yea Parker; you learn fast.” She gasped, attempting at a laugh, as she peeled her chest off of him.  She took a hand of his into hers, grasping two of his fingers as she bought them to her lips. 

Hollowing her cheeks as she sensually sucked and lubricated his digits, she bought his other hand down to her shorts, beckoning him to unbutton them. “Touch me here.” She murmured, eyes taking in the wide curious ones staring back at her. 

With the newly slick fingers, Peter did as she told him, dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and finding her nub instantaneously. “Right here?” He enquired, when her breathing turned shaky. 

“Mmm, god yes!” She praised, as he worked his fingers over her. 

Setting a consistent pace, Peter lightly grazed her clit, every time he ran his fingers up and down her folds. “Am I doing this right?” He questioned, flicking and teasing her core. 

“Mhm” She mewled, “fuck y-your fingers feel so good” Her speech was now becoming slightly incoherent.

“Yeah?” He groaned, “What about my mouth?” He asked, just before unclasping her bra a little too effortlessly with one hand. Latching his lips against her perky chest, he massaged the other mound with his free hand.  

Words were lost on her, as she became a wanton mess. She couldn’t fathom how he could be so skillful with both hands. How a person could multitask the way that he did was indescribable. His hand on her clit didn’t let up, but neither did the one that tweaked and pulled on her nipple. Not to mention the hot tongue that darted and sucked meticulously at her other. She couldn’t stifle her cries if she tried. 

Riding his fingers, she pressed his head further into her chest,  becoming greedy with his touch, as she sprinted towards her orgasm. She thought that this feeling couldn’t get any better. 

Of course, Peter was full of nothing but surprises tonight, and needed to prove her wrong. He let two of his fingers slip inside of her, while a thumb replaced the ones that were glued to her clit. Rubbing circles against her sex, he pumped the two fingers furiously in and out of her hole. 

“Does that feel good, baby?”

But the girl didn’t answer, Her mouth hung open as if she wanted to, but the words were jumbled somewhere in her throat. Her face twisted into pleasure, and she couldn’t do anything but succumb to his measures against her body.

It wasn’t long before she felt her stomach spasming, the heat pooling to her core, her already sensitive flower growing even more sensitive, as she came into his palm. 

Her juices coated his digits, her walls fluttered around them, and her skin was now hot to the touch, as Peter forced her climax out of her. 

Tears flooded her eyes, as she took in as much air as she could. When had she stopped breathing? Maybe sometime during the earth-shattering orgasm her old classmate was giving her. 

Once the ringing in her ears subsided, and her lower region began to cool again, she thanked the boy and praised him as she said, “You did so well,” before planting hot wet kisses on his shoulder and neck.

She stopped when she felt his body shaking. Coming back up to eye him, she asked what he found so funny. 

Peter tried to hide the smirk that plastered his lips but he couldn’t hold his act any longer. “You just don’t get it do you?” He asks as he casually licks and sucks at his fingers, just as she did earlier, relishing in the taste of her essence. 

The confusion on her face and brain was evident. “Get wha—” He had her pinned on her back, before she could utter the last syllable.

The tight space was cramped, but the boy had more than enough room to stalk his prey. He hovered above her, ridding her of the rest of her clothes in one fell swoop, before delivering his monologue. 

“I don’t know what it is about girls like you, but I swear you drive me crazy.” He admitted, before removing his jeans in a quick motion. “You always assume that just because I’m a nice guy, I won’t be able to fuck your brains out.” He informed, before revealing a hidden condom and rolling it on before lining himself up at her entrance. “But I hope that if tonight proves anything to you,” He starts, eyes finally darting up to land on her horror-filled ones, “it will be that your mindset can land you in a whole heap of trouble.”

And with that, he grasps the door above her head, before sinking himself into her.

Groaning at the feel of her, Peter’s facade dropped completely. Her tight little cunt feels even better than he imagined, and he hopes that he feels better than she ever imagined. 

He starts slow, with the intent of her feeling every ridge of his cock, as it threatens to invade her stomach. Her soft tits bouncing with every thrust, send a jolt through his body every time her nipples graze his chest. The way his name falls off her sweet tongue, has him in shambles, as he picks up his pace, throwing slow and steady out of the window. 

Her cries are loud in his ear, as he ruts against her sex. He’s so thick, its hard for her to think straight. He can feel the indents of her nails as they dig into his lower back; she tries to press his ass closer to her, never wanting him to leave.

Maybe if it were any other guy fucking her, she would have felt the seat buckle digging into her back. Maybe she would have felt her sticky sweaty skin on the leather of his back seat. Maybe the awkward position her head was in would have spoiled her experience. But with Peter, she could only focus on the pleasure. 

His thrusts were relentless now. His hot breath was fanning the side of her cheeks. His previously damp hair, stuck to her neck, as he drove himself further into her skin. Nothing could distract him away from her in this moment.

Nothing but the faint glow of her phone, that is. It’s buzzing, and vibrations immediately catching his eye, as he held his head up. That same dangerous smirk that she saw earlier returning. 

“Look who’s calling, baby.” He purred, overcoming the stutter of his hips. When he held her phone up for her to see, her heart sank at the mischief behind his words. Brad. “Should we answer it?”

“No, Pete!” She cried. 

“Oh come on, that would be rude wouldn’t it?” He dared, before delivering a particularly hard thrust, that sent her mind into a haze. “We can stop so you can take this—”

“No! D-don’t stop” She begged, prying the phone from his fingers, and fumbling with the answer button. 

“Babe? Hello?” Brad’s irritating voice answered flooding, her phone’s speaker. But the girl didn’t answer immediately, because she was too busy trying to stifle her whimpers. 

“Hey Brad!” She finally choked out, sounding somewhat normal. How she managed to do it, she couldn’t say. 

“Wow! Finally. This is like my eighth time trying you. I almost can’t believe you answered. What are you up to?”

“Should you tell him what you’re up to, babe?” Peter devilishly whispered against her skin.

“Nothing!” She whined into the phone. 

“Whoa. Are you okay? You sound a little off?”

“You should tell him you sound like this because I’m making you feel so good.” Peter suggested, driving her body up and down the seats. “I bet he’d wish he were me right now.”

“I-I’m just a feeling a l-li-little sick is all.” She breathlessly stuttered.

“Should I come over?”

“Ah yes Peter!” She wailed, when the boy starts circling his fingers against her clit, while simultaneously grinding slowly but roughly into her. She’s no longer paying attention to the man on the other end. His curses don’t faze her, nor does Peter’s actions as he releases the phone from her grip. 

“Hey Brad. Remember me.” He casually asks, ignoring Brad’s threats. “Yeah no man, don’t worry about her: I’ll make sure she’s real good and taken care of.” He promises, before ending the call, and tossing the device into the passenger’s seat. “Think he finally got the hint?”

Peter then takes the girl’s hips into his hands, lifting her inches off the seat, before pulling her body onto his dick at an ungodly speed.

Crying. She’s literally crying, with tears streaming down her face. Her voice is becoming hoarse with moans. She had never experienced such intense sex in her life. 

Peter brings the hand that was previously plastered on the glass down to the girl’s face. “would this be the definition of fucking your brains out, baby?” He grunts, in reference to the girl’s constant repetition of his name. It’s the only word she can remember, as he fucks her into the chair. 

His movements shook the car. The heat that their bodies radiated, fogging up the glass. The scent of their sex now embedded in the fabric of his seats. The boy was completely untamed. 

Her screams were one among the things that set him off. The way her body writhed against his was another. The stutter in her speech another. But the unbridled lust that her eyes held, was the literal icing on the cake. 

Thank fuck she came before him. Her tight little hole constricting and clenching his dick. And when he started slipping in and out, her eyes glued shut, and her chest started to rise and fall, he knew that she had came. 

A sweaty fucked out mess before him, she needed Peter to finish her off before she was satisfied. “Drown me in your cum” She begged, and it was like he knew exactly what she wanted. 

Unsheathing himself from her, he ridded himself of the condom, and started tugging violently at his cock. Fucking his hand, not unlike the way he fucked her earlier, he spurted his milky white seed all over her supple brown canvas, a husky groan roaring from his chest as he threw his head back in pleasure. His seed extinguished the heat that resided in her skin, and she closed her eyes shut, letting her head fall back down on the seat. 

The image of his white paint, all over her stomach, chest, and tits, bleeding into his memory, as he came back down from his high. 

Once back down to earth, reality began to sink back in. Immediately recomposing himself, Peter blurted, “Fuck are you okay? Was I too rough?”

His sudden outburst almost made her jump out of her skin, but she quickly recovered. “Oh god no Parker! I loved every minute of that.” She lazily smiled reassuringly.  “Do you always fuck like that?”

Peter returned the smirk, blushing before saying, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you like that.” 

After planting a final kiss on her lips, he reached into the center console, to scavenge a few wet wipes, cleaning her skin before discarding them. 

Moments later, they reunited with their lost articles of clothes, pulling the fabrics over their limbs before crawling back into the front seat.

When Peter put his seatbelt back on, and cranked the car up with no effort, he felt the heat of the girl’s eyes on his skin. 

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded by her glare. 

“Was there ever anything wrong with the car?”

And then as if just realizing Peter mouthes oh, before telling her simply “No.” Adding on that he just wanted an excuse to spend more time with her. 

“Well how the fuck did you know I wasn’t gonna just take your offer for an Uber?”  She asked, more impressed than pissed.

“Because you’re a neutral person, and a neutral person would feel too bad about doing that.”

“There’s a lot of things I still have to learn about you Parker.” She admits, sinking down into her seat. Heat rising to her cheeks, as a new crush began to develop. 

“Don’t worry. I’m willing to teach you.” 

 A/N: So like...don’t be afraid to tell me what you think. I swear I dont bite...unless you're into that. also this was edited it, but probably not well, so tell me if you see an error. 

[calpalirwin]

Let The Walls Break Down

Summary: Calum gets over his skepticism

Word Count: 2.7k

And away, and away we go!

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“It’s almost impossible. Love sucks. Don’t try it. It’s a scam.”

That had been Calum’s general thoughts on relationships since the two of you called it quits. The “almost” bit was in admittance that 1.) your relationship had been amicable from start to finish, in fact the two of you were still close with each other, and 2.) he knew love worked for some people, however he didn’t view himself as one of those some.

Being close to Calum post breakup meant you had a front row seat to the man’s brief stints at romance, which was a nice way of saying “endless stream of one night stands.” The flip side was he had a front row seat to your own count of nameless men. While in the beginning, the others in your friend group joked in hushed tones that it was an act on both your parts to stir up jealousy, the longer it went on without any animosity building up between you and Calum, the more the whispers died down until they disappeared all together. Because the simple truth was that the one night stands were just about sex. After all, you and Calum had learned together that the two of you were too busy for anything more than casual sex. A lesson both of you considered well-learned until Michael got engaged and flipped everything into a new perspective.

“It’s not that I don’t believe in love,” you said after Crystal recounted all the details and you stopped squealing in excitement for her. “I mean, anyone who sees you and Michael has to believe it’s real.”

“Aw, Y/N,” Crystal blushed shyly.

You laughed, “I’m serious. You and Michael. Luke and Sierra. Ashton and Kaykay. I’m surrounded with reasons to believe love exists. The real ‘can’t imagine my life without you’ kind of love. But for me?” You waved a hand dismissively. “Pfft, nah.”

“Because you don’t believe he’s out there for you, or because you already had him and the timing was wrong?” she pressed suggestively.

You rolled your eyes. Right person, wrong time was the excuse you had given when asked when you and Calum split, because to you, it was the closest thing to the truth. “Okay…” you started slowly. “Of course I loved Cal. And I still love him now. But when we were together… We were kids who were focused on our careers. And we’re still those career-driven kids. Understanding the balance between professional life and personal life without feeling like we’re sacrificing a piece of it for another was something Cal and I will never master. We tried. I thought if I could find that balance with anyone, it would be with him. But it wasn’t. And that’s okay. I’m fulfilled in other ways.”

“But…” Crystal kept trying to press.

“But nothing,” you laughed. “I’m happy with my life the way it is, Crys. And beyond happy for you and Michael. You’re getting married!”

~~~

Across town in a celebration of their own, Calum was under similar fire. “Happy for ya, mate,” Calum said, clapping Michael on the shoulder.

“Thanks, Cal,” Michael beamed. “I think I’m still in shock from all of it.”

“I think that’s probably a natural feeling,” Ashton told him, playing the voice of reason. “It’s an exciting change that pulls things into sharper focus.”

“Yeah, like all I wanna do now is tell Sierra how much I love her,” Luke put in.

“Oh, you fuckin’ sap,” Calum laughed.

“Just because you’ve never been in love…”

“I have too!” Calum defended.

“Oh, really? Who?”

“Y/N, idiot…” Ashton told Luke with a roll of his eyes.

Luke nodded in a “Oh, yeah!” fashion, before going on, “Is she the only girl you ever loved?”

“Yep.”

“So why aren’t you still with her?”

Calum shrugged. “Timing was off. And we haven’t changed. So why would the timing have suddenly changed?” The question was rhetorical, without the slightest hint of hurt. A simple fact of life, nothing less, nothing more. A fact Calum had made peace with long before.

“So what? You’re fine with the greatest love of your life being over 2 years ago?” they questioned anyway.

He shrugged again. “Have been for a while, in case ya haven’t noticed. And no,” he raised a hand, cutting off any protest, “this isn’t a bitter, ‘oh convince me otherwise’ deal. Y/N and I are both more than happy with the lives we’re living.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I talk with her, and I trust she’s telling me the truth…”

“Alright, alright,” Ashton was willing to let the conversation rest, but he had one last question. “Is there any part of you that would want to try again with Y/N?”

A third and final shrug. “I mean, she was the only one I ever saw a future with aside from the band.”

“That has to mean something, Cal. C’mon. If there was ever a time to give love a chance, it’s now.”

~~~

While Calum’s head raced with his friends' words of encouragement, if he could call it that, yours raced with thoughts of feeling like you somehow failed in life. Sure, your career was everything you wanted it to be and more. You wouldn’t trade a single moment of your life for anything else. But now that your friends were clearly doing more than simple dating, the doubt started to trickle in. Would it be nice to share a life with someone? Absolutely. But not at the risk of your own independence. And the only person who had ever proven that you could maybe have the best of both worlds was Calum. And even that hadn’t worked. But maybe there was something to Crystal’s words about it being a case of bad timing. Maybe it was worth another try.

So that’s where you found yourself, sitting on the edge of your bed, sharing at Calum’s contact, finger hovering over the call icon, trying to figure out where and how to start again with the man. And then your phone was buzzing in your hand, and you gasped. Had you accidentally hit the call button?! No. Calum was calling you. Confused, you hit accept. “Hey, Cal. What’s up?”

“Not much. Just had a quick question for ya.”

“Well I might have a quick answer for ya.”

You heard his soft chuckle and then a brief pause as he cleared his throat, and you knew he was pushing a hand through his hair, stemming whatever nerves this “question” was creating. “You got any dinner plans for Friday?”

“No. Why?”

“There’s this new place I’ve been wanting a try, and you know how I am about eating out alone. And it’s been a minute since just the two of us hung out. So I’ll pick you up at 7?”

You gave a small laugh at the rushed excuse, wondering what he was really up to. “Sure thing, Cal.”

“Cool. Oh, and uh, dress in something nice-ish? The restaurant’s kinda uppity.”

Another small laugh. “Alright, Cal. See you Friday then.”

~~~

“It’s just dinner. It’s just Cal,” you told your reflection as you finished getting ready. “Nothing you haven’t done a million times before,” you kept trying to calm the butterflies in the pit of your stomach. While you had a pretty good idea on what this dinner really was, you didn’t want to get your hopes up that Calum was having the same change of heart that you’d been having. The man really did hate eating alone at restaurants, and if the place was as upscale as he had told you, then it made sense that he’d rather bring you along than Ashton. And he had been right about it being a good while since it was just the two of you spending time together rather than a larger group outing.

But when Calum knocked on your door rather than texting that he was in your driveway, you couldn’t stop the blush coloring your cheeks. And when you opened the door to reveal the man on the other side, dressed sharply with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand, you felt your heart skip a beat. “Oh, Cal,” you breathed. “You didn’t have to do that,” you told him, taking the flowers and moving to put them in a vase of water.

“It’s how you deserve to be treated,” he said simply with a shrug as he leaned against your doorway.

“You’re too sweet to me, Hood,” you teased lightly. “Ready?”

“After you.”

When he went as far as to get the car door for you, you had to laugh. “Okay, Hood. What gives?”

“I told you. I’m treating you the way you deserve to be treated.”

“Nah, there’s more. I can tell. C’mon. Spill it,” you pressed when he got in the driver’s seat. “Flowers. Getting the door. Dinner at a place that requires me to dress like this. You’re up to something.”

“You look stunning, by the way,” he said, reaching over to give your thigh a squeeze.

“Calum Thomas Hood.”

He sighed. “We were good, right? Like when we were together? It’s not my memory playing tricks on me?”

“You were the best boyfriend I ever had,” you answered honestly.

He nodded. “Okay. You’re not allowed to make fun of me. But since Mike got engaged, it’s gotten to me a bit. Almost like I’m missing out on something, but it’s weird because my life is already everything I want it to be. So what could I possibly be missing out on, you know?”

“Why would I make fun of you for that?”

“Because it’s a stupid ass reason to take you on a date.”

“Oh, is that what this is? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Ha-ha,” he deadpanned. “Look, I guess what I’m saying is, recent events made me reevaluate things in my life. And I think I’m in a better position than I was a few years ago to be a real partner to someone. And even when I wasn’t that person, you were the only one I could see myself becoming that person for. So… if you’re up for it, I’d really like for us to try again.”

Underneath the streetlight casting him in a soft reddish hue, he turned his head slightly to look over at you, brown eyes hopeful and solemn. When the light turned green, he turned his attention back to the road, but kept stealing glances over at you, still waiting for your response.

“I guess it’s only fair to let you know that I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

The corner of his mouth curved up in a smile. “Really?”

“Really,” you said with a soft smile and a small nod of your head. “I was actually hoping this was more on the date side than the friends grabbing a bite to eat side.”

“Good, because this is definitely a date.”

“Good,” you nodded again before leaning across the center console to press a kiss to his cheek, grinning as warmth spread across his face.

~3 Years Later~

You startled awake at a phone ringing nearby, a tangled mess of limbs and bedsheets. “Mmm?” Calum rasped, voice heavy with sleep as he answered the phone, followed by a quick, “Whoa, mate, stop yelling. You did what now?” There was a small pause as whoever was on the other end of the conversation spoke in a rapid flurry that you couldn’t decipher. “You did?!” Calum clarified whatever the news was, sitting up straight in bed, your head falling from his chest to his lap.

“Ow…” you giggled, shifting to sit up against the headboard like Calum was.

“Sorry,” Calum mouthed, listening intently to whoever he was still talking to, raising a finger for you to give him a minute when you raised an eyebrow in silent question. “That’s fuckin’ great, Luke! Congrats to the both of you. Lemme know what the plans are for celebrating and give Sierra a hug from me in the meantime, yeah? Alright. Talk to ya later, mate. Bye.”

“Well?” you demanded.

“Luke and Sierra are getting married. Or he proposed anyway, and she said yes.”

“Oh, that’s great!”

“Yeah, I’m really happy for them. Wow… first Mike, now Luke. We really aren’t the same kids we used to be, are we?”

“I think in some respect you guys still are. You still cling to those roots of who you used to be, the things that shaped you into the people you are now. But you guys are also growing up, too. It happens, Cal.”

“Yeah, no, I just… Wow. It’s not something I really pay much attention to, us growing up, until something like this happens.”

“The last time one of your band members got engaged, you got a case of feeling like you weren’t measuring up somehow. You’re not feeling that way now, are you?”

“No. Not at all. In fact… Luke said something when Mike told us he got engaged. That he wanted to go tell Sierra how much he loved her.”

“Aw, that’s really sweet.”

“Yeah, and at the time I made fun of him for it. But… I dunno… I get it. This type of shit really shifts things into perspective.”

“I mean, yeah. Last time it resulted in both of us thinking we should try being an ‘us’ again. What’s the perspective shifting to this time? You’re not gonna go out, and buy a ring, are you?”

“No, I already have one in my sock drawer.”

You choked. “What?”

He climbed out of bed with a laugh, making his way to the dresser and rummaging around in one of the top drawers. Then, something small was soaring through the air as he tossed whatever it was onto the bed towards you. “Told ya,” he said simply, as you grabbed the small box, popping the lid to find a ring inside.

“How long have you had this?” you asked, your voice a small whisper.

“Uh… 2016 I think,” he said as he rejoined you in bed.

“So, since the first time we dated?”

“Yep.”

“Calum!”

“What?” he laughed. “I told you our entire relationship, both then and now, that you’re the only person I see a future with. Did you think I was lying?”

“No! I- I just didn’t know you went so far as to get a ring, and keep it for 5 bloody years.”

“Well, it would have been a little weird if you had it all these years, considering… ya know.”

You laughed in a mix of disbelief and shock. “You are absolutely crazy.”

“I’m not actually proposing, you know that, yeah? I mean, yes, the ring is yours. But only if you want it to be. I love the life we have together, more so than I thought I could love any other version of my life. I never feel like I’m stuck in place, or missing something when I’m with you. I’ll be just as happy if you never wear that ring, as I would if you wore it every day for the rest of your life. You, me, Duke, and music is all I’m ever gonna need in life. I’ve known it since the first time I said I love you. Even in those years we thought chasing our careers was more important, you were still the only person I’ve ever been in love with.”

“Calum…” you breathed, your lip trembling.

“Shh, if you want the whole deal of the proposal and the picture perfect wedding, I’ll give that to you gladly. That’s what the ring’s for. But if you’re content with what we have now, this will always be enough for me, and that’s a promise.”

“I don’t want a proposal only because Luke and Sierra made you extra sentimental. I don’t want to take their moment away from them either.”

“That ring has been yours far longer than any extra sentiment our friends getting engaged could stir up, but I get what you’re saying. If/when you want it, say the word.”

“Ask me again in a year,” you decided. “And I mean really ask me. The whole deal.”

“I can’t fuckin’ wait,” he murmured as his lips crashed into yours, his hands cupping your face. “I’m so in love with you. Always have been. Always will be.”

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Helpless (Philza x Reader)

Oh boy here we go, exposing my dilfza side!

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Word Count: 1,673

You absolutely adored spending your time in the town’s library even since you were little along with Wilbur. Ever since you were younger you tended to be far too awkward when it came to starting friendships. Wilbur would come into the lounge for the teens, sitting around the computers with the other kids yelling and joking around. He had seen you being rather sheepish, oftentimes peering over your book to see whatever they were up to only to quickly avert your gaze when he caught you. If anyone asked him, he’d say he walked over to you to say hi just for you to start following him around like a puppy. In reality, he had started to pester you when he caught you looking. He was so stubborn to talk to you and wouldn’t let you be whenever he saw you from there on.

Regardless of how he claimed the two of you met, you were grateful that you did. He was one of your first friends growing up and you wouldn’t trade the world for him. That being said, he drove you nuts along with the kids that had started to follow him around like he was some big brother. Tommy was by far the worst of the two, constantly making little jokes towards you trying to “flirt”. You know, as much as a 12 year old could flirt with a 20-something year old when he was barely over his cootie phase. Thankfully though today it was just the two of you.

A sigh from Wilbur caught your attention, peering over your book to him. He was looking around from his seat, a bored look on his face. God you already knew he was about to be overdramatic...

“Doesn’t this ever get old to you,Y/N?” he asked,eyes looking desperately for something, anything to give him some sort of excitement but he was instead met with nothing but countless shelves of books and the occasional noises from who knows where.

You hummed to yourself, seemingly thinking it over before bluntly saying “Nope! We always go to the library on Saturday Wil, this isn't new.” He turned his gaze to you and pouted, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as you went back to your book. “Come oooon,” he leaned across the table, pushing down your book so you were forced to look at him “You’re telling me that you don’t want to go out and do something for once? I’m sure Techno is probably doing something cool, probably going in the Nether or something else fucking bonkers.”

Was he serious right now?

The Nether, especially with Techno, was far from a fun idea to you. Techno wasn’t as impulsive as Wil or Tommy but that didn’t exactly mean it would be a calm trip. Techno was a little strange to you, always going on and on about chaos and little philosophical rants about politics and such. He was one of Wilbur’s friends from before he met you and if you were honest, he was weird back then too.

“Yeah, just so Tech can get us lost like he did last time in the woods when you guys wanted to find a dog?”

“Hey! We got home didn’t we?”

“Wil it took us till sunset to get home and you almost broke your leg on a log-”

He once again sighed, this time louder and more dramatic than before. It was kind of cute when he went on these little tangents, now going on about you having to learn to ‘live a little’. Yeah right, because living meant taking dumb risks for literally no reason. Part of you wished you had the guts he had, making friends with so many kinds of people and going on crazy adventures but you knew better than to get wrapped up in all of that. Something suddenly caught your eye, something dark poking out from one of the aisles behind Wilbur as he went on talking. There was someone standing in the aisle, the strange object seemingly fluttering when they moved. Your mind was wandering, curious of who lingered out of sight before finally walking out from behind the shelf.

Blonde locks rested on green clothed shoulders, bright eyes glancing over the spines of books. The dark objects you had seen now were much clearer, turning out to be a rather large pair of what seemed to be raven wings. You had seen some rather interesting people around L’Manburg but, wow, they were rather gorgeous.

‘The wings.

The wings were gorgeous’ you thought to yourself.

Goodness what was wrong with you?

“-I’m just saying, I don’t want you to be so damn sheltered that you cease to function if I ever had to leave or anything you know?” He said, looking up at you expecting to see you giving your usual pained smile you gave when it came to serious talks but, strangely enough, you weren’t even paying attention to him. He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in confusion before following your gaze behind him. It was silent for a moment as Wil looked at who had your attention, feeling even more confused to see his friend Phil. Why were you looking at Phil like that? Granted, he never introduced you two but it wasn’t like you to just stare like that at people. He turned back to you, waving one of his hands over your eyes.

“You alright there, Y/N?”

You flinched, snapping out of your little trance and looking back to Wilbur. Oh goodness, how long was he done talking? You didn’t mean to space out on him so bad. “Yeah- I'm sorry about that..just got a little” you paused cheeks heating up, trying to think of how to word it without Wilbur possibly prying “spacey.”

Something seemed to click in Wil’s mind as he saw your cheeks darken, looking back to Phil then back to you as he worked it over in his head. Suddenly his lips curled into a mischievous smirk, watching you try to look back down at your book that now rested on the table. You had no idea just how guilty you looked, failing to catch that look on Wil’s face as he suddenly stood up from the table.

“Gimme a sec-”

Before you could question him he scooted his chair in, turning around and walking right up to the winged man. ‘Oh god,’ you thought as Wilbur started talking to him. You couldn’t hear anything they were saying so all you could do was watch helplessly as they chatted away. After what felt like an eternity Wil leaned in closer to him, turning to look at you while he seemed to whisper something to him ‘Oh god what is he doing?!’ You felt like your heart was going to burst when the stranger’s eyes looked right at you, shifting from Wilbur then back to you. You quickly looked down at the book again, unable to look either of them in the eye. You wanted to sink into the floor, why is it the moment you get the slightest bit of a crush you had to be with Wilbur? If only you didn’t stare, if only you just agreed to something different today..Maybe you could just leave honestly. Wilbur would probably tease you for a week over you being a chicken but at the very least you’d still have some breath left in you.

“Hey-”

Your eyes shot up at the new voice, shocked to see the blonde in front of you and even more shocking, Wilbur wasn’t behind him taunting you silently. Nope, instead it was just you and the raven winged stranger. You swallowed nervously, trying your best to give him a friendly little smile that came out making you look far too small and mousey.

“You mind if I sit with ya?” he asked, a knowing smile on his face that made you jittery. Not wanting to seem weird you simply shook your head, grateful as he didn’t pry for a verbal answer and instead took Wilbur’s seat across from you. Goodness that smile was going to be the death of you. He propped his elbow up on the table resting his chin on his palm as he watched you shift in your chair nervously. “So,” he finally said “Wil says apparently you were givin me the eyes”he teased, loving the way your cheeks darkened at that far too much.

“He’s such an ass” you muttered to yourself,nervously playing with the pages of your book as you tried to search for some sort of way to get yourself out of this “I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to be weird or anything.” This was so embarrassing, having to admit that you were being some weirdo and staring at him.

“Honestly I think it’s cute if it means anything” he admitted, once again catching you off guard. You haven’t felt so helpless before. You didn’t feel uncomfortable in a bad way or anything but to have a much taller and very handsome guy right across from you was really something for sure. You knew now that you’d never hear the end of this and in all honesty? Wilbur was going to probably die if she didn’t melt by the end of this. He extended his hand, giving you a patient smile “I’m Phil.”

You gave a slightly more comfortable smile to him, gently taking his hand and giving a shake “Y/N…”

“Well Y/N, I mostly came over here to introduce myself since Wil had to be a little tattletail” he joked, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and standing up“Hopefully i’ll actually get to see you around when you’re not all frazzled, yeah?”

You could only manage a nod again, melting as you heard him chuckle at you being so nervous. You think you heard him say bye as he walked off but you were much too focused on how you were going to kill Wilbur later.

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No Body, No Crime

Summary: Sheriff Bodecker just has a few questions about your husbands disappearance that he’d like to go over with you. 

Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, abuse of power, Lee is a sneaky devil, very brief (squint and you miss it) mention of an abusive household. 

Word Count: 2.7k

AN: No one asked for it, but I’ve finally written some Lee for y’all. Hope you enjoy! Also, a massive thank you to the awesome @lilithhellfire​ who beta’d this for me, I really appreciate it!

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When you heard the knock on your door you never thought it would be the devil coming to call. But there he stood in all his pudgy glory. Sheriff Lee Bodecker.

You had seen the Sheriff a fair bit in the last few weeks, ever since your husband Trey had skipped town but he had always been accompanied by some deputy or other, and he had never called so late at night. He must know something. 

Forgetting all formalities, you jumped right into the questioning. ‘So? What is it? What have you found?’ Your voice was panicked despite his call waking you up. 

‘You’re not even gonna invite me in darlin’?’ His deep drawl cut through you and you realised he was right. You probably didn’t want to have this conversation out on your front doorstep where any of your neighbours could overhear. You stepped back and opened the door wider. ‘Please come in Sheriff.’ 

‘Darlin, I think we’re past that point in our relationship. Just call me Lee.’ You supposed he was right, you had been spending a lot of time down at the department recently. Still, the way he mentioned your relationship and how he kept calling you darling sent a chill through you. You weren’t his darling. 

‘I don’t suppose I could get some coffee? Maybe even something sweet to eat too? I was up half the night last night and it looks like I’ll be up most of tonight too.’ His authoritative tone made it clear you didn’t really have a choice and so you left him in your little sitting room before flittering off to the kitchen. 

Your mind was a blur as you methodically went through the actions of lighting the stove and grinding the coffee beans. You let the coffee stew as you grabbed the tin of freshly made brownies. They had been meant for the church picnic tomorrow morning but you didn’t think letting Lee have one or two would make that much of a difference. 

You had a million questions and no answers. Why was the sheriff even here? What had he found? Or God forbid, had he found Trey? A shudder wrecked through you as you thought of the unthinkable only to be brought back by Lee’s hand on your shoulder.

‘You alright there darlin’? The coffee’s probably ready by now.’ You gulped and nodded jerkily as you stepped away from his lingering touch. 

‘Sugar and cream?’ Your voice was nowhere near as strong as you wanted it to be and you knew the sheriff had heard the difference. 

‘Plenty of both please.’ You doled out ample amounts into his cup and prepared your own as something to do, even though you already knew you couldn’t drink it. 

The couch groaned under Lee’s weight and he patted the seat next to him, calling you over. You teetered on the edge of the faded cushion and forced a smile as his arm rested along the back of the couch.

‘You know darlin’, there’s been somethin’ about this case that just hasn’t sat right with me ever since it first came across my desk.’

You took a minute to respond, unsure if he was baiting you or just thinking out loud. ‘Oh? What is it?’

‘Well you see, it’s a little hard to explain, but when you’ve been on the job as long as I have you start to notice things. Little things that by themselves don’t matter much but when you look at the big picture, well, it becomes a whole lot clearer.’ 

‘Little things? Like what?’ Your heart was pounding in your chest, your meager dinner of chicken fillet and veggies threatening to come back up.

‘You know, just the odd thing here and there. Like how in the week before your husband went missing you made sure to tell anyone who would listen you were workin’ that Saturday. Or how even though you were at the diner from lunch till close you didn’t take a break. Not once in ten hours were you anywhere where someone couldn’t see you. You wanted to make sure you had an airtight alibi so when your husband was finally reported missing, we wouldn’t pin it on you.’ 

You felt the blood rush down from your head and there was a lump in your throat. ‘Wh-what are you… I don’t understand.’ 

‘Oh no darlin’ I think you do. I know that you and I both know that we can look for weeks and weeks and we’ll never find Trey alive will we? How’d you do it huh? Bludgeon him in his sleep? Or did ya put somethin’ in his coffee?’

‘I didn’t…  I-I loved my husband. I didn’t do anything.’ You tried to stand from the couch but his arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back down against his body. 

‘C’mon darlin’ we both know that’s horse shit but I am feeling awfully generous right now.’ Confusion swept over you. What was he saying?

‘Generous?’ 

‘Yeah, very generous. I won’t turn you in but… well it is gonna cost you. Generosity doesn’t come free.’ His other hand brushed your dressing gown away from your thigh before resting on the bare skin just above your knee. 

Realisation dawned on you and you tried to shove his hand away. You weren’t about to trade one monster for another. ‘I didn’t do anything and if you had even a morsel of proof I would’ve heard about it by now. In a town this small news travels fast.’ 

Lee let out a dark chuckle that sent a shiver through you. ‘Do you seriously think I need real proof? I can fake anythin’ I want and at the end of the day who’s gonna believe you, some little waitress over me, the man they elected Sheriff? You’re doomed either way darlin’ so why don’t you do yourself a favour and take off that dressing gown and let me see that body of yours before I lose my patience.’ 

You were all too well aware of the Sheriff’s darker side to go against his wishes. With a shaky breath you stood up, glad to not have his hands on you anymore, no matter how temporary their absence was. Your legs threatened to buckle as you fumbled with the knot. The heavy cotton finally fell away from your shoulders and into a pile on the floor. 

‘C’mere darlin’. Let me see you.’ You settled yourself in between the sheriff’s legs and his hands quickly grasped your hips, bunching the satin nighty. ‘Well, isn’t that a little unexpected treat.’ He paused to admire you, his cerulean blue eyes raking up and down your body before he spoke again. ‘Take it off.’ 

You shut your eyes and grasped the edge of the satin, pulling it over your head in one swoop. ‘Oh yeah. That’s much better.’ His hands grasped your tits, groping the flesh greedily. An image of your husband flashed through your mind and you cursed his name. Even in death he was still screwing you over. 

Lee’s hand dipping down to the apex of your thighs had your eyes snapping wide open. Regret of not wearing panties to bed filled you as his fingers did too. They explored your walls, scissoring this way and that. They teased your slick from your unwilling body and you shuddered, disgusted at the effect he had on you. 

His thumb found your clit and started rubbing smooth circles around the little bud. Your knees began to shake as the squelch of your juices filled the room. Your arms involuntarily reached out to grasp his shoulders as he continued to toy with you. A devilish smirk came over him and he wetted his lips before attaching them to one of your pert nipples. 

A gasp fell from your lips as he suckled on the tender flesh in time with his thick fingers. Before you even had time to recognise it for what it was your orgasm washed over you. Your body shook as pleasure made its way through your veins and you could only just feel Lee’s arm circle around your waist holding you up. 

When you recovered, you watched as Lee withdrew his hand from you and held it up so you could see it glistening. ‘Look at that darlin’. This pussy already knows who it belongs to now don’t it?’ You bit back a snarky response as he licked his fingers clean, his eyes remaining on yours the entire time. 

‘Now c’mere. I didn’t come all the way over here just to get you off.’ His hands dipped down to where his belt was partially hidden by his overflowing stomach. He fumbled with the belt before pulling his pants and underpants down a couple inches. Just enough for his cock to pop out. 

You tried not to stare but it was hard not to. He was easily bigger than Trey’s pathetic excuse of one had been, plus this one was flushed, with little drops of cream oozing from the tip. 

‘Well c’mon darlin’ don’t just stare at it. I’m sure you know what to do.’ His arms stretched out along the back of the couch calling you forward.

‘No. I- I can’t. You can’t make me do this. Please don’t.’ You tried taking a step back only to be stopped by Lee’s darkening glare. 

‘I can make you do whatever the fuck I want.’ Lee spat at you, his glare turning positively hostile. ‘I’m in a pretty good mood right now so I’ll give you five seconds to get that cunt over here before I’ll show you my bad side. Five… Four…’ You blinked back your tears as you approached him, straddling one leg on either side of his thick thighs. ‘That’s a smart choice you just made darlin’.’ 

You refused to look at him as you gripped his aching cock and lined it up with your entrance. With one small sigh of resignation you sunk down onto him. The stretch was worse than you had thought and you could already tell you were going to be sore tomorrow. ‘Fuck, darlin’. God… this cunt… fuck me.’ Lee was already breathless as you began to ride him. His arms fell to your hips, pulling you in even closer. His soft belly rubbed against you with every lift of your hips and his shirt buttons which seemed to be clinging on for dear life scratched along your chest.

You weren’t afraid to let your fingernails dig into his shoulders. A sadistic part of you wanted to draw his blood as though that made up for what he was forcing you to do. You gritted your teeth as his lips found your nipples once more, leaving a scatter of love bites on your skin as he went. 

You tried to hold in your moans of pleasure as he brushed against your g-spot but a stuttering of your hips gave you away. ‘Oh you like that? Right there?’ Lee’s hips flexed up to meet yours, hitting his mark. 

You made sure to look into his eyes as you responded, ignoring the pleasure he was causing. ‘I don’t like any of this.’ Lee’s eyes narrowed at you and his jaw clenched. His hand briefly left your hip and you felt the rush of air before it landed on your ass with a smack. His other came up to clutch your chin roughly. 

‘Don’t you lie to me darlin’. I know you like this. I know you do. And do ya wanna know how I know?’ His hand squeezed its way between your bodies, coming to your clit. ‘I know because this little cunt is squeezing me so fuckin’ tight. It’s tryin to milk me dry because that’s what all you women want. You just want a man’s cum in ya. You just want to be owned. And don’t bother trying to deny it because your body can’t lie to me.’ He gave your jaw one last squeeze before settling his hand back on your hip and rocked your body against his. 

As much as his words had disgusted you, they had also turned you on and you could feel yourself getting impossibly close to the edge. Lee’s hand clawed at the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a dominating kiss. His tongue easily forced its way between your lips and he demonstrated his ownership over your body as you kissed him back. His kiss was harsh and needy, all teeth and tongue. You could barely breathe as you felt your toes curl. Your subsequent moans were swallowed by Lee and he planted his feet firmly to help thrust up into you. 

‘God, that pussy is just squeezing me dry. Fuck, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum.’ His voice was husky as his lips found their way to your shoulder. You could feel him swell inside you, his body tensing against yours. 

You didn’t have time to tell him to pull out before he was yanking you as far down his shaft that he could. You could feel spurt after spurt of his warm seed fill your cunt as he let out a sinful moan. His lips found yours once more as his hips rocked slowly against yours, making sure you got every drop he had to give. 

When his hands at last disappeared from your body you opened your eyes. You were startled by how flushed he looked, his cheeks well passed being called ‘rosy’ and his breath was heavily laboured. He had a lazy smirk as he openly objectified your body, his arms once again resting along the back of the couch. His pink tongue swiping across his plump lips pulled you from your observation and you hastily stood up. 

You wanted this man out of your house now.

You had satisfied him and done what he had wanted. Surely he would leave you alone now. You dressed on shaking legs and made sure to tie your robe extra tight. Even though he had already seen you naked, you didn’t want him seeing anything ever again. 

You stood as far away from him as possible as he pulled his pants back up and popped his sheriff hat back on. His hand strayed to the tin of brownies you had pulled out earlier as he crossed the coffee table towards you and the door. You watched as he popped the entire thing into his mouth and a little groan came from his throat. 

‘Well, these are quite the treat aren’t they?’ You hated the smirk he sent your way but you nodded just the same. 

‘It’s a family recipe.’ 

‘I’m sure you’re excellent in the kitchen, though, I doubt you’re as good as you are in the sack.’ Your jaw clenched tightly and you ignored his last comment. 

‘My mother taught me a lot.’ Lee nodded as though in deep understanding and you opened the door, eager for him to leave your house forever. He stepped out onto your stoop and turned back to face you. 

‘Well, I sure do look forward to seeing everything else she taught you.’

‘What- What do you mean?’ Dread turned your blood to ice in your veins.

‘You didn’t think that this was a one time thing did ya? You committed first degree murder darlin’. You’re gonna have to pay up a lot more to get out of a charge like that.’

‘But- But you said it was the once.’

‘I said no such thing. It’s not my fault you didn’t ask for the terms. If you wanna remain a free woman, you’re gonna do what I say and continue letting me pay you night time visits ya hear? I’d hate for any damning evidence to come to light…’ Lee let his sentence hang in the air and you very nearly considered telling him he could go fuck off, but then you remembered the reason you were in this mess in the first place. Prison was only marginally better than an abusive household for the little bundle of cells inside you to grow. 

‘See ya soon darlin’.’ Lee racked his eyes down your body one last time before tipping his hat to you. You stood in the doorway, watching as he climbed into the cruiser and drove off down your street. 

You could do nothing but pray you hadn’t just traded one monster for an even worse one.

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Hi!

What do you think about la squadra(separately) with s/o that is very childlish? Like, not a little child ofc, they can get serius when it has to be, and they talk ,like, normally (without "owo uwu" shit). They just loooove some cute things, animals etc. They also love watching cartoons, play games, and many other things likke that.

If you don't want to write it that's okay :)))

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awwww i love it!!!!!

la squadra with a cutesy and playful partner 😚

risotto ✂️

he loves cute things too, he gets it. he adores how excitable and sweet you are and you absolutely count as cute things that he loves

the two of you will fawn over the neighbourhood cats together and every time you run into his office with fun shaped snacks to share cause u both love them (like gummies or cookies or chocolates) his heart goes ❤️❤️❤️❤️💕❤️💕❤️❤️💕💕💕

he appreciates that you're not afraid to get serious when the time calls for it too but seeing you without your normal attitude is so jarring and sad for him, he'll work twice as hard to fix what's wrong to see you smiling again. you're so full of love and wonder despite everything and that's so precious to him, he's protective (he knows and respects that you can handle yourself he just loves u) and would never want you to change for the wrong reasons ya kno

you absolutely balance each other out very well and you're fucking adorable to see because he's so stoic and scary and then ur this energetic sweetheart

he's not really one for cartoons or video games but he'll indulge ur interests!!! if he has the time to watch a cute movie with u (like disney) he will pay attention and give u his honest opinion

prosciutto 🚬

OPPOSITES ATTRACT HUH

honestly when you first joined the team he was an ass about it, thought it was unbecoming of an assassin to behave so childishly (the others already give him a headache) but the fact that you stood your ground actually really impressed him. you're still an adult and you're not unreasonable, you know when to take things seriously, you just have your eccentricities like everyone else in this circus and he came to appreciate your point of view and your seemingly boundless enthusiasm for nice things in life. he later expressed as much to you during his apology for being an ass.

you temper each other. he'll be your grounding force and you'll help him loosen up

he does like how ur sweet and open with your affection. if he grumbles about sharing the bed with plushies that's code for 'cuddle me instead'

he also loves bringing you to cafés that do those fancy or fun shapes in the lattes cause he loves to see your eyes light up and fawn over how 'its almost too pretty to drink!!!' it's really quite adorable how excitable u are and prosciutto is not immune to it

pesci 🎣

he very very much loves and appreciates it, you're a big comfort to him. the instant you chugged milk with him and gave him a silly grin with a milk moustache, he was in love

your sweetness and energy picks him up and when you've dropped your attitude he will take on the WHOLE WORLD to hear you laugh again. he's very protective and he's the first to jump to your defense if the others tease you or otherwise give you a hard time

he could listen to you gush for hours. he will absolutely sit and watch cartoons with u. he's not the greatest at video games but he'll try his best for u

because of his name you'll often lovingly make that cute fishy face at him with the kissy lips and ur eyes crossed and his heart explodes every time

he has somewhat of a sweet tooth, he likes things that have a light sweetness to them rather than anything super sugary. you'll share desserts and it's very cute

formaggio 🧀

he LOVES IT. he's just as fun-loving, there's never a dull moment with you two whether you're playing a dumb game you made up out of boredom, you're dancing and he's twirling you around, or ur in a pillow/tickle fight and play wrestling. you tend to get each other into trouble but you both snicker about it. two peas in a pod.

cats like you more than they like him but he can often get his pets in if the kitty is curled in ur lap and u both get giddy about it

you definitely game together. he's not as into the cartoons but he'll still watch em with you, he thinks they're cute and you're cute, but he may fall asleep during movies

he's a very grounding support when things require you to be serious, you work together hand in hand to solve the issue so u can get back to laughing

and he will do anything to hear u giggle, doesn't matter if he makes a damn fool of himself, he doesn't care. as far as he's concerned your laugh is the best sound in the world

illuso ✨

oh, he will tease you about it. probably in a way that's kind of mean when you first join, but you aren't bothered by him or concerned with his opinion. if you point out that he's the childish one for trying to get a rise out of you when you're just minding your own business, that has EVERYONE appreciating you because it's unbearably fun to see illuso taken down a notch. that has him huffing and retreating for a bit and having a think. when he comes back, he's less of an ass. as you grow closer, he apologizes.

now the only way he teases is gentle and loving and fond, because you really are quite adorable and he wouldn't have it any other way. it honestly kind of freaks him out when you get serious but he doesn't show it, he'll just place a gentle hand on your arm or your waist and work with you to resolve the issue. he's relieved when you smile again

he warms up to your plushies because they're nice cozy additions to his piles of pillows for lounging around on and they make u happy

he may keep up his aloof air when he picks up a controller with u or watches over ur shoulder like he has nothing better to do but he gets REALLY into it and competitive, or intensely supportive and backseat gaming if ur going solo

he honestly loves how sweet u are because that sort of thing doesn't really come easy to him

melone 🍈

he thinks ur absolutely adorable and makes sure u know it. he's playful too in a more relaxed sort of way so he mellows you out while still having fun

he loves to hear you gush and wants to get involved in ur passions. he's pretty good at gaming but he'll get more into admiring/analyzing the design aspect of it and same w/ cartoons, he's concerned for all the babies out there because they deserve good stories that make them think and benefit their growth and he will think out loud about how a show/movie fares in that regard after you've watched it together

he can talk a lot about animals with u too!!!! every time u grin or coo at a cute creature or Stay Very Still so a butterfly will land on u and giggle cause it tickles, his heart is doing backflips and he can't believe someone as wonderful as u exists and loves him as much as he loves you

ADULT COLOURING BOOKS!!!!! he absolutely loves to fill in the pages with u and add onto the designs outside the lines in all sorts of colours

he admires that ur not afraid to get serious when it's called for but still so sweet, he's so drawn to you and you make everyone's day better and just light up the room

ghiaccio ❄️

he also loves cute things. that includes u. but it will take him a while to admit out loud how adorable you are because he's flustered about it

forget normie relationship milestones like moving in together, the moment u both started slowly familiarizing your plushie collections to each other, swapping or gifting ones u saw and HAD to get for them or keeping two of them together because they're friends now Do Not Seperate!!!!, he knew this was Real

one of his favorite pastimes is sharing a big big cozy sweater with u, it doesn't matter if it's a bit tight with two people in it or that ur faces are squished together, he'll wrap his arms around u (if u haven't already put ur hands in the sleeves too) and cuddle u against him like a fluffy, snuggly, grumpy cat. welcome to sweater town, population u and ghiaccio

ur both very into pokemon too. you'll spend hours with ur heads bent together over ur gameboys with each other's companion games for that generation and help each other with trading and version exclusives

he's the first to yell at anyone for teasing you and he honestly gets a little freaked out when you go serious but he won't show it. he'll want to address the problem as quickly as possible tho and discreetly hug u when ur giggling again

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

THEY LOVE IT UR ADORABLE. they're both playful in their own ways (sorbet is more chill and dry wit sort of playful, gelato is no impulse control and hyena cackling sort of playful) and they love to have fun with u

it's also like.... the world is fucked up and they're both kinda fucked up (more than kinda), and they know you're not like an innocent baby or at all incompetent (hell, you may be kinda fucked up too, who isn't when ur an assassin) but it's just. nice to see someone else having fun and being sweet and enjoying things about life. so they are very protective of you when things get serious, they never EVER want to see you become embittered and will do absolutely anything to get you laughing again as soon as possible. which, guaranteed, they do

gelato has always had a short attention span so he knows what to do for entertainment and sorbet knows how to entertain, he may be the more patient one but they both like to mix things up and keep the surroundings interesting. they will play all sorts of games with u, video games or card games or stupid shit like beer pong or making a game of how many marshmallows u can each fit in ur mouths. you'll all go for a nice walk in the park and nothing is more relaxing for sorbet than kickin back on a bench while his rowdy babes end up tussling in the dirt. be free

of course, u and gelato also drag him into the dirt and put flowers in his hair and he would want nothing less

they'll both squish ur cheeks and lovingly tease u about how cute u are. blow a raspberry at them and they'll give u a kiss

sorbet will throw u over his shoulder and carry u around (no matter ur body type, he's strong!!!) + gelato will smatter ur face in kisses, just to hear u squeal and giggle

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Part three to Home

Suna x fem reader

Atsumu x fem reader

Tags: still angst, light fluff, just a lot of Suna simping.

AN// let me know if you want me to continue the story.

Part Two: Silence

Part Four: Chance Encounters

You were the most beautiful girl Suna had ever seen. When he saw you that first day of school it was like the clouds in his normally dreary day parted and he could feel the sun. You weren’t in the same class much to his dismay. That didn’t stop the middle blocker from searching for your face in the crowds of the halls or the cafeteria. Though it was rare he stilled catch some glimpses. In those moments a war waged in his mind part of him wanted to go introduce himself, he wanted to know your name. To just be around you. But another side of his brain forbid that. Stating that he was fine were he was he would just interrupt your day. What would he even say to you. Hi I’m Suna I’ve been watching you since the first and even though I know next to nothing about you I can’t get you out of my head..... yeah no. He’d just sit back and wait for opportunity to knock. Suna curses himself for his laziness. He can’t describe how his heart stop the day his friend brought you to practice and introduce you as his girlfriend.

Though he kept his composure he felt as though the air was stolen from his lungs. This is the closesest he had ever to been to you and it was overwhelming to say the least. You stood there at Atsumu’s side smiling and greeting the team memebers and when your attention drew to Suna he realized his favorite thing about you was your eyes. You beautiful (e/c) eyes shown with so much light and happiness. When you smiled you smiled with your eyes, always getting this cute little crinkle. He shook his head at these feelings. You were taken and by one of his friends no less.

From that moment on you presence was always close by joining the boys for lunch or stopping by practice with little snacks you had made the team. Suna almost resents how easy he gets along with you. How simple it is to fall into a banter with you. He hates how calming it is when you’d sit next to him and laugh as you showed him some meme. He wanted to be annoyed with you ever time you’d put your foot down and insist he let you wrap his finger after a bad block. But he couldn’t you were just such a caring person. He’d try and give you some petty insults, maybe if he caused a rift between the two of you he’d feel better, maybe then if there was more space between you he’d feel less guilty for always being enraptured by you. But you’d always snap back with something just as clever or petty. You could go toe to toe in trading insults but both of you knew neither of you meant it. You’d always break out into that breathtaking smile after a few rounds of back and forth. He realized soon that he’d much rather keep you in his life as a friend even if he could never have you because at least he’d still see that smile. At least as your best friend he’d still see your eyes shine bright and he could take a small pleasure in knowing he brought some of that happiness.

“You need to calm down,” Suna turned to see Osamu taking the seat on the bench next to him.

Suna's hands run through his hair gripping the roots in frustration as he let out a yell.

“How the fuck am I supposed to be calm, she could be hurt or missing, and that ass is just sitting there! Two weeks! Lord knows what could have happened by now.” Hes shaking part of him wants to go back up and give Atsumu a few more licks but he knows no good will come from it.

“YN is a grown woman and she’s smart and strong and you know damn well she’d bitch you out right now for thinking she couldn’t handle herself,” the former ace chuckled.

“I’d much rather her here bitching cause at least then she’d be here,” he groaned rubbing his hand down his legs trying to let out some of his nerves. “Did you know?” He asked the grey haired twin.

Samu gave his quick glare of offense. “Absolutely not believe me if I’d known I would have been the one to deck him , you just beat me to it.”

“The last i heard from her was her birthday, maybe if I’d had stopped by and brought the Onigiri myself I could have been there for her,” he sighs.

“We’ll find her don’t worry,” his friend pats his back, “and then you can finally confess,”he smiles.

“I’m that obvious huh,” he sighed.

Samu let a loud laugh “ OH PLEASE we all knew, well maybe not YN she can be kinda blind ya’know,”

Suna shook his head laughing. He has to see you.

They returned home today from nationals. The loss to Karasuno was really starting to sink in now that was Suna was home sitting in his room alone the house quiet. He laid there berating himself for balls he failed to block. If I had just done better maybe my team would still be playing. Maybe - he was disrupted from his thoughts by the chime of the door bell. His parents were out of town this weekend. They had assumed like many Inarizaki would still be out in Tokyo fighting for first place. It was fine though Suna was used to being alone. But that just confused him more as he made his way to the door. Who could possibly be here. All he can say is he’d never except to open the door and see you standing there. Like always you stole his breath away.

“What yer not gunna let me in,” you teased “and to think I brought you snacks!” He just realized now she was carrying a grocery bag that looked pretty heavy.

“Give me that ya Dummy,” he said taking away the snacks, he stepped to the side allowing her entry.

“I figured you were hungry, but try to save me some,” she giggled. Suna just rolled his eyes as she took a seat on his couch.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned taking his seat beside her making sure to leave a respectable distance. Though he wants nothing more than to hold you close. He dismisses the thought as he rummages threw the goodies waiting for your response. He smiles seeing the package of milk bread you bought. He took it out and tossed it to you knowing it was your favorite. You smile and give a slight nod as a thank you.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to be alone after the game, I know your probably thinking a whole bunch of nonsense right now aren’t ya?” She looked at him with a solem but knowing look. He cursed how well you knew him. Seeing as he had been doing just that before your arrival. His heart squeezed at the thought of you wanting to comfort him. It almost gives him a slight hope. What about Atsumu, he lost that game too.

“Why aren’t you with you boyfriend, he’s probably taking it harder than me,” he asks knowing he might ruin this little fantasy he has here with you. He sees a sad look cross your face at the mention of the setter. It’s not a look Suna wants to keep seeing.

“You’re right about that, Tsmu’s having a tough go of it,” she gave a soft smile. “But he said he didn’t want my pity and asked I leave,” Suna could see your eyes get a little glassy thinking back to the conversation.

“He’s an Ass.” The middle blocker states plainly.

“He’s just got a lot of emotions right now and wants his space, it’s okay.” But Suna can see your hurt. He knows it wont do any good to keep talking about it.

“His loss, now I get all of the snacks,” pulling out a bag of chips. “Want to watch a movie?”

That’s how the evening went the both of you curled up on the couch Suna had brought down some pillows and blankets and he wouldn’t lie he loved seeing you wrapped in his comforter. You went on and on about this anime you started and you nearly died when he agreed to let you show it to him, pumping your fist in the air going off about your favorite character and how he’s totally going to love him. Suna looks over at you and your wearing the biggest smile eyes wide with joy. This is will always be his favorite moment he thinks.

He’s right that moment still sticks out in his mind. He has plenty of great memories but that one right there is his favorite. He’s been thinking back on a lot of his memories of you lately.

It’s been seven months since your birthday and no one in your former circle new anything about where you were. You hadn’t talked to anyone. Your number was no longer in service and all of you socials have gone silent.

After a couple of days of looking for you Suna was ready to go to the Police and report you missing, ready to call every hospital and pray you are safe. At this point that’s all that matters to him. He can’t bare to think about anything bad happening to you but it’s hard to keep his mind out of the dark place. Osamu was the one to stop him. Luckily they had gotten in touch with their former captain and while Kita was sorry to hear about the situation and very disappointed in his junior for his actions. Every one was upset with Atsumu for his actions. Kita was gladly willing to help in the search. Still being in their home town he was able to pay your parents a quick visit. And while he was happy he could inform them both that your parents had heard from you the other day so your fine. That was all your parents could tell him, stating that you had requested to keep your privacy not wanting to talk to anyone. So while they knew the biggest detail they still knew nothing.

It hurt Suna the most. How could you just cut him off like that. You were the most important person to him how could you not know that. He fretted. He knows your hurting but why did you have to cut all of them off most importantly him. Part of him was so incredibly angry how could you not even say goodbye to him. Did his friendship really mean that little to you. But another part of him understood that he couldn’t possibly know what you are going through. All he knew is how much he missed your smiling eyes. He would give everything to see you again.

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