#i've said it before and i'll say it again. someone should have yanked on his leg and made him faceplant. he would have deserved it

[unfinishedslurs]

gay bar (steddie)

“Well, well, well,” says a voice from behind. “Steeeeeeve Harrington. I must be dreaming.”

Steve turns around to see a guy, dressed in black and chains. Rings decorating his fingers, studs in his ears, curly hair pulled back in a ponytail. He’s hot, yeah, but something about him has Steve squinting, trying to figure out why he looks so familiar. 

“I know you from somewhere,” he says, pointing out the obvious. The guy knows his name.

The not-a-stranger snorts. “Of course you don’t remember me. Why would the likes of King Steve stoop to—“

As soon as the nickname leaves his mouth, Steve’s brain lights up. “Munson!” He exclaims, snapping his fingers. “You used to climb on the lunch tables to give speeches.”

It was so obnoxious, too. The kind of thing that had him and Robin reminiscing late at night, celebrating some of the weirder shit about Hawkins that didn’t come from monsters, or Russians, or government conspiracy. Remember that one asshole? Yeah, he stepped on my lunch one time!

Condolences to Robin’s pb&j. She never sat at that table again.

Munson’s whole face turns pink. “Seriously? That’s what you remember?”

“It was pretty fucking memorable, dude. Like, gross, doesn’t this guy know not to put his feet where people eat? Dustin thought you were so cool for it too. I had to nip that in the bud before he started imitating you or some shit.”

“Oh,” he says, voice gone flat. “Because God forbid some poor kid try to immolate the freak.”

Steve gives him his bitchiest, most deadpan stare. “Feet,” he says slowly. “Nasty, fifteen year old boy feet. On my kitchen table. He almost slipped and cracked his skull, and I would have sent you the hospital bill.”

He had to get creative to make him stop, too. Stood there, hands on his hips, and made Dustin tell him exactly how many germs he thought were on his shoes. Then when he tried to do it barefoot, decided the only course of action was to stuff Dustin’s abandoned sock in his mouth and ask if he wanted that shit with every meal. Erica still has the photos. 

Munson has the decency to look embarrassed, face flooding an even brighter red that wouldn’t be out of place in a tomato patch. “What are you even doing here, Harrington?”

What does he think Steve’s doing here? It’s a fucking gay bar, it’s pretty self explanatory. “My friend is here somewhere,” he says, waving out at the crowd of people. “She’s going through a dry spell, so…”

“Right,” Munson says. Steve squints at him. Does he look disappointed?

Eh. Doesn’t matter. 

“You gave my kids the best freshman year of their nerdy little lives,” he tells him, because he knows Dustin would want him to. Plus, the guy was Mike’s gay awakening. He should probably get some credit. “So thanks for that.”

He lights up. “Yeah! How was Hellfire in my absence?”

“I had to hear them bitch and moan for months about how it ‘wasn’t the same,’ but it’s doing pretty all right. Erica Sinclair is running it now.”

“Erica Sinclair…” Munson mutters, snapping his fingers. “Lucas Sinclair’s little sister? Lady Applejack?” He beams when Steve nods. “She kicked ass. Best finish to a campaign my entire high school career. How’s Lucas, anyway? And the rest of the runts.”

“He’s doing great,” Steve says. “College basketball at Yale. Pretty sure he’s dying under the workload, but that’s what you get for majoring in physics. Dustin’s at MIT, and Mike’s taking a gap year.”

He whistles lowly. “Yeesh, I don’t blame him. How about Byers?”

“Which one?”

“Zombie boy.” Steve’s hackles raise, but Munson just grins. “God, that nickname was badass.”

“How do you even know about that?”

Munson taps the side of his nose. “A magician never reveals his secrets. Besides, all it took for you to remember me was calling you by your high school nickname.”

“That wasn’t my nickname.” Steve rolls his eyes. “Literally three people ever actually called me that, and you were one of them.”

He has a feeling it was Tommy who started it, bitter and vicious. Told himself Steve was self possessed, high and mighty, above it all. That’s why he left his old friends behind. Not because he was in love, or because he wanted to be better. No, King Steve just sits alone in his castle, looking down on the peasants with contempt. 

Billy must have taken his angry ramblings and run with them. After all, what better way to get a start in a new town than declaring yourself royalty? Never mind that Steve hadn’t cared about anything like that for almost a year by then. 

Munson had just been a drama-loving asshole. 

“That can’t be right.”

“I stopped being popular in junior year. Why the hell would anyone call a sophomore King?” Steve points out. 

“You were Prom King.”

“Again, in junior year. Pickings were slim. Who else would it have been? Tommy?” He has to laugh. 

Luckily, Munson takes the hint and swerves the conversation into new territory. “You know, I always figured you’d be homophobic.”

Steve snorts. “What, and get kicked out for nothing?”

Munson stares at him, and Steve furrows his brow, looking into his glass like it will have the answer to why the hell he said that to this guy he barely knows. He just decided he wasn’t going to spill all his daddy issues to a near-stranger in a dingy bar, dammit. Is he already on his fifth drink?

Actually, this might be his sixth. That tracks. 

“What?”

“My dad caught me kissing a boy,” he says. If he’s going to give Munson his life story, he might as well commit. “Can you believe that boy ruined my life in three different ways? Two of them didn’t even have anything to do with the gay thing.” 

Maybe four ways, if you accounted for the way he broke his goddamn heart, but everyone and their mother saw that coming a mile away. Even Steve. Especially Steve. 

No offense to Jonathan. None of those things were really his fault. Or actually life ruining, but it sure fucking felt like it at the time. 

He should give him a call soon, actually, see how he and Argyle are doing. He misses the guy. Maybe he and Robin should save up for a visit to Cali. Get Nancy on it. They could see San Francisco while they were there, that’d be cool. Apparently it was the queer capital of the country. 

He’s thinking about asking the bartender for a napkin and a pen to write down the plans he’s forming when Munson speaks up again. Steve honestly forgot he was here. 

“I thought you said you were here for a friend.”

What?” Steve blinks, confused, and then catches on. “Yeah, to get her laid. I’m not in the mood right now.”

Munson cocks an eyebrow. “Wearing that? Could’ve fooled me.”

Steve looks down at his Springsteen T-Shirt that Robin cropped, and picks at the frayed hem of his shorts. Okay, yeah, they’re on the skimpy side, but in his defense it’s summer and even if he’s not cruising Steve likes being looked at. “Yeah, yeah. What about you? Here for anything in particular?”

“Just to talk to some pretty boys,” Munson says, leaning on the bar to flag down the bartender. Steve smirks, reaching out a hand to tug at the hanky in his back pocket. Pinned, damn. 

Munson whirls around, a flush starting to crawl onto his ears. 

“Wearing that?” Steve echos snarkily. “Could’ve fooled me.”

He swears that for a minute Munson’s eyes darken. 

He’s almost tempted to follow through, high school reputation be damned, when someone crashes into his side and nearly sends him careening. 

“Steeeeeve,” Robin yells happily into his ear. “This is Bernie, she’s gonna take me home, see you la—oh, hi!” She says, noticing Munson. “I know you from somewhere.”

“Eddie Munson,” Munson greets. “Steve and I went to high school together.”

“Munson! That’s it, you climbed on tables and had shit music. I’m Robin. Okay, I’ll call the apartment and leave a message when we get there. Bernie’s waiting on me, it’s-nice-to-meet-you-bye!” Just like that, she’s gone. 

Munson’s mouth has dropped open. “You told her I had shit music?” He demands. “Wait, you talked about me?”

“She went to school with us, dumbass,” he says, as if he can talk. He still barely remembers her as more than a vague, glowering figure in his peripheral. “It’s not my fault you blasted your screamy music for everyone in the parking lot. Such a fucking headache, God.”

Munson turns his nose up. “Sorry for having offended your jock sensibilities.”

“Oh, I don’t play anymore,” he says, and knocks on his head. “Concussions, yanno. Apparently brain damage will fuck you up. Who knew?”

“What, like the fight you had with Byers? He did you that bad?”

“He did me just fine,” Steve blurts out, before he can stop himself. Munson chokes. “Shit, sorry, I’m kind of a horny drunk.” Weird thing to say, Steve. “Also, I cannot stress enough how much I needed to be punched in the face. It was a monumental moment for me, you know. Started me on the path for changing my entire worldview. Plus, he was my first guy crush.” He swirls his empty glass, lost in thought, before brightening up. “I should call him!”

Munson is staring at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish. 

“What?”

“You’re drunk.”

“Well, yeah. Duh.”

“I should probably stop you from booty-calling the guy who punched you in the face.”

Steve wrinkles his nose. “It wouldn’t be a booty-call,” he says. “He and Argyle are happy together, man. I’m not gonna ruin that.”

“Oh, so you’d call him because…”

“I call him all the time,” Steve says, confused as to why this is such a big deal. “We’re friends.”

“Jonathan!” He yells happily into the pay phone. Munson is standing to the side, looking on in annoyance. Whatever, it’s not like Steve asked him to do this. “Jonathan, man, how are you?”

“…Steve?”

“Yeah!”

“It’s like…” he hears something clatter in the background, like Jonathan is looking for something, “two in the morning there. You okay?”

“I’m doing great!” He exclaims. “How about you? It’s been ages, man, I miss you.”

“This is so fucking weird,” Munson whispers behind him. Steve ignores him. 

“Are you drunk?”

“No,” he says. “Well, maybe a little. Do you not miss me too?” He pouts, and Jonathan sighs loud enough he hears it over the phone. 

“I just talked to you yesterday.”

Steve frowns. “Yesterday? That can’t be right, it’s been, like, forever. Oh, hey, have you heard from Nance lately? How’s your mom? I love your mom, she’s so fucking cool. Does she know I think she’s cool? How’s Will? It’s been so long, is he taller than me yet? How’s Argyle doing with his degree? I miss you guys.”

“We miss you too, Steve.”

“Awww, Byers, getting soppy on me? Gross, man.”

“You literally just—yeah, okay. Are you alone?”

“Nah, I’ve got this guy with me, he’s walking me home. Oh! Dude, do you remember Munson?”

“Munson?”

“Yeah, Eddie Munson! From high school! The one who used to climb on tables and shit, remember him?”

“Jesus Christ,” Munson groans. “Please let that die.”

“No one is dying,” Steve informs him seriously, and turns back to the phone. Munson sighs. 

“Wasn’t he a drug dealer?”

“Yes! Yeah, drug dealer Munson! Did you ever buy from him?” He turns to where Munson is looking around furtively. “Did Jonathan ever buy from you?”

“How about we not talk about this here,” Munson says through gritted teeth. Steve sighs and turns back to the phone. 

“Never mind, he says he doesn’t want to talk about that. Not like we can judge him, but whatever. Maybe the guy’s turned into a prude—“

“Okay, give me that.” Munson wrestles the phone out of his hand, and Steve whines at him. “Hey, Byers,” Munson says. “Yeah, it’s Eddie. Or Munson. Whatever. Listen, I’m getting kind of sick of standing here watching Harrington slobber all over the receiver, can he call you tomorrow? What? No, I don’t sell anymore—yeah, total bummer, whatever. Listen, I’ll get him home safe—no, I’m not going to serial murder him. He’s gonna be fine, he’ll call you tomorrow—Nancy Wheeler? Like that girl he dated? Didn’t you—shoot me? Jesus, okay! I’m not gonna kill the guy, Christ. He’s gonna be fine, oh my God. He’ll call you tomorrow. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah, okay. Bye.” He slams the phone into its holder with more than a little contempt. 

“Hey!” Steve protests. “You didn’t let me say bye.”

“You can call him tomorrow and apologize,” Munson says. “Now c’mon, Harrington. I’ve been tasked with getting you home safe, and if I fail, apparently Nancy fucking Wheeler is going to shoot me in the balls.”

“Oh, yeah, she’s really hot when she does that,” Steve says fondly, and Munson splutters. 

“What, does Wheeler just go around shooting people? Does she even have a gun?”

“Of course Nancy has a gun.” Steve frowns. It was one of the sure things in the universe at this point. The sky is blue, Hawkins is fucked up, and Nancy Wheeler has a gun. “And she doesn’t shoot people, stupid. Well, she shot at Billy, but he deserved it.”

“Billy?” Munson mutters, starting to usher Steve in the direction of home. “Who the fuck is Billy?”

“He was trying to kill her first!” Steve defends. “I hit him with a car before he could, so she was okay.”

“Okay, yeah, sure. Why wouldn’t you hit some guy with a car? 

“It wasn’t some guy,” Steve says. “It was Billy. He was, like, possessed or some shit. Oh, and he beat me up. Total psycho.  And that was before the melted flesh monster.”

Munson stops and stares at him. “You know what, sure. Demonic possession. Yeah, okay. Some guy named Billy kicked your ass—wait, are you talking about Billy Hargrove?”

Steve lights up. “Yeah! You remember that? That’s one of the concussions I was talking about. I gotta wear glasses 'cuza that shit. Man, fuck that guy.”

“Didn’t he die?”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve frowns down at the ground. “Shit, I’m, like, speaking ill of the dead, aren’t I? Max wouldn't like that. Unfuck him, or whatever.”

“You wanna come up?” He asks. “For old times sake?”

Munson stares at him like it’s the craziest thing he’s said all evening. “‘Old times’ was your asshole friends calling me a satan worshiper and pushing me around in hallways, Harrington.”

“I know.” He grins. If he was sober he’d definitely feel worse about that, but as it is he’s pretty single minded. “Don't you kind of want to make me cry about it?”

Deer in headlights isn’t usually a good look, but Munson’s got the eyes to make it work. Or Steve is drunk. Either way, it’s kinda cute. 

“You’re drunk,” he finally says, stumbling over the words a little. If Steve pays close attention and ignores most of reality, it almost sounds like he’s trying to convince both of them. “You’re so incredibly drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk.” He totally is. 

“I just had to supervise you calling Jonathan Byers so you didn’t say something you’d regret in the morning.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve asks, offended. “I love Jonathan! I tell him all the time. Just because I said he ruined my life—“

“That was him?”

“Did I not say that? Huh. Whatever. Point is, I’m not that drunk.”

“You’re definitely drunk,” Munson says. “I’m not—yeah, no. I’m not coming up.”

“Damn.” Steve shrugs, not too put out about it. It’s a bummer, sure, but he handles rejection like a champ. Just ask Robin. “Worth a shot. See you ‘round, Munson.”

“Don’t kill me,” Steve says. 

“Oh, god, did you punch him?”

“No, I, uh.” Steve rubs the bridge of his nose. “I think I tried to fuck him.”

He has to hold the phone away from his face so Dustin’s screeching doesn’t break his eardrums. 

“Your exes are weirdly protective of you,” Munson says blandly. “Also, didn’t they date?”

“Yeah,” Steve shrugs, not exactly eager to start spilling his life story again now that he’s sober. Munson doesn’t need to know more about his dating history than he already does. “We’re all a little weird about each other, sorry.”

“Weird about your exes,” he hums. “No wonder you’re single.”

“Oh, fuck you. It’s not like that.”

He raises an eyebrow. “No?”

“Are you always this nosy?” Steve asks, a little waspish. 

“Absolutely,” Munson replies without hesitation. “I’d say sorry, but I’m not. When did you even date him?”

“Dude.”

Munson just cocks an expectant eyebrow, hip resting against the bar. He can’t imagine why someone would be so interested in the romantic lives of their old high school classmates. It’s not like Steve is about to ask what was going on between him and Chrissy Cunningham. 

“Well, Harrington?”

“First grade,” Steve answers, deadpan. He grins when Munson chokes. “Nah, it was actually after he and Nancy broke up. Fall of ‘86.”

Arms squeeze him from behind, and Robin slides into view, leaving one hand wrapped pointedly around Steve’s waist. She gets clingy when she thinks someone is bothering him, or when she’s just on the side of drunk that she gets possessive. She told him, embarrassed and hungover, that it’s because she registers someone he’s getting along with as infringing on “her Steve time.” Steve thinks it’s hilarious and kind of sweet, an obvious lesbian trying to pretend he’s her date. Especially because he gets the same way when he’s tipsy and feels like he doesn’t have enough of her attention, so she can't yell at him for being a cockblock. Cuntblock. Whatever the lesbians call it.

He wonders what category she thinks Eddie is. Of guy, that is. Not block-anything.

He'd actually be pretty damn happy if the guy miraculously changed his mind and decided to sit on his cock instead.

“What’s going on here?” She asks, almost cattily. He loves when Robin gets bitchy. It brings him back to their Scoops days, except he gets to see it turned on someone else. 

“I’m telling Eddie my life story,” Steve says blithely.

“Ugh. Who would want that?”

Eddie grins. “I’m curious about the adventures of a former king.” He dips his head in a bow, waving his hand in a flourish. “I don’t know if you remember me from last time, I’m Eddie—“

“Munson, I know. You stepped on my lunch in junior year.”

Eddie turns beet red in record time. 

“Aww, Robbie,” Steve almost coos. “Leave him alone. I wanted to be the one who made him blush like that.”

“It’s not my fault your boy’s easy.”

“Not my boy, clearly,” he mutters under his breath. “And if he were easy, I’d have gotten fucked by now.”

Eddie’s mouth drops open with a choked little sound. Whoops. Steve forgot volume control again. 

Robin takes one look at Eddie’s face and bursts into cackles. 

“He was asking about,” he waved a hand in the air, “the whole Nancy-Jonathan thing.”

Her eyebrows jut up. “You told him about the threesome?”

“The what?”

Steve sighs. “No, Robin. I did not tell him about the threesome.”

“…oops.”

“When?” Eddie demands. 

Robin gives him the evil eye. “Why are you being weird about this? It’s not gonna make him fuck you.”

Steve wisely keeps his mouth shut. 

Eddie does not. “Your boy here already asked,” he smirks, leaning closer. “I said no.”

Then, as an added punch to his ego, he twirls a strand of Steve’s hair around his finger and tugs slightly. Steve’s too stunned to protest. 

Robin watches the exchange. “Oh, no thank you,” she says. “Nope. I’m out. I don’t want to see whatever this is. Ugh, stop making me hear about your sex life.”

Hypocrite. “We have thin walls, Buckley,” Steve reminds her. He turns to Eddie and stage whispers, “She likes her girls loud.”

“Steve!”

“You do!”

“Oh, because you’re so quiet,” she snaps, smacking him. “How many times have I had to bang on the wall because you couldn’t keep it down? You wanna talk about loud? I know more about you than I ever wanted to.”

His mouth drops open in mortification. “You know it’s rude to be mean to the man who told you how to eat out,” he hisses. 

“I’m not dying without fucking Eddie Munson,” he declares. “I mean, his high school nickname was literally ‘The Freak.’ He’s got to be good in bed, right?”

“I think that was mostly because everyone thought he was communing with the Devil or something.”

“Maybe the Devil gave him sex magic.”

“Of course he thinks I’m cute.”

“I do?”

“Do you not?” Steve turns to him, widening his eyes in the same pout that always has Robin throwing something at his face, or the kids reluctantly agreeing to do what he wants. He’s found it’s useful for guys too, especially if he ducks his head to seem smaller and looks through his eyelashes. Makes them imagine him looking like that on his knees. 

Munson is no exception. He melts faster than Steve can say gotcha. “You’re very cute, Harrington,” he purrs, and Robin snorts into her drink. 

“You’re a weak, weak man, Eddie Munson,” she tells a blushing Eddie. Then she kicks Steve. “Stop bringing out the ‘fuck me’ eyes when I’m around, I’ll gag.”

“You could leave.”

She gasps, affronted, and kicks him harder.

“So you would fuck me if I wasn’t drunk?”

“Uh…” he looks everywhere but Steve’s face, which is just rude. He has a very nice face. He’s been called dreamy before. 

Which made Robin laugh so hard she fell off the couch when he told her, but he’ll take the lesbian’s opinion with a grain of salt. 

He makes his way onto the dance floor. He’s not a particularly good dancer, but he shakes his ass like he means it. Gets up close with a guy, stares at Eddie the whole time. Keeping eye contact as the guy puts his hands on his hips. 

Look, he means to say. This could be you. You could lose your chance if you’re not careful. 

From the burning in Eddie’s eyes, he gets the message. 

The message is a bunch of bullshit. It’s been over four months, he’s in too deep to go fuck off with someone else now. Still, he enjoys the way Eddie’s hands flex on his thighs, like he had to stop himself from reaching out. 

The thing is, Steve’s not an asshole. He can take a hint. No means no, and all that jazz. If Eddie really didn’t want him, he’d fuck right off and find someone who did. He even started to.

Except Eddie pouted up a storm when he flirted with someone else. Got even clingier when Steve tried to back off. At this point, he’s accepted that Eddie does want to fuck him, and maybe even be more (no one flirts with someone as long as they’ve been doing without wanting something like a relationship out of it. At least, he hopes there’s something more on the horizon), but has some weird hang up about Steve being even a little bit buzzed when it happens. Even though they only ever see each other at this fucking bar.

The problem is Steve has no idea when Eddie will be at the bar. He’ll stay sober one night, hoping to see him, and then go home alone only for next time to be when he sees telltale curls and a wide smile. It’s driving him up the wall. 

Robin has been similarly affected.

“It’s been six months,” she growls as Steve looks eagerly around. “Six fucking months of you two dancing around in the worlds most annoying mating ritual. I’m going to kill both of you.”

“We’re not that bad,” he says absently. 

“You don’t even have his phone number. It’s pathetic. I swear to God, if you see him again and don’t get laid I’m reviving the scoops board. I will go out and buy a whiteboard to keep track of all the times you strike out with a man who used to walk on tables. He stepped on my lunch, Steve. Do I need to keep bringing up the fact he stepped on my delicious, nutritious PB&J? I can’t believe that’s the guy you decide to be obsessed with, that’s so fucking embarrassing for you.”

“Embarrassing? You mean like your crush on my ex girlfriend?”

She screeches wordlessly, pulling her keychain off her belt loop and attacking him with it. 

Naturally, that’s how Eddie finds them. 

“I swear you guys get weirder every time I see you.”

Steve grins guilelessly at him, holding a flailing Robin in a headlock. 

“Eddie! Hey! It’s been a minute.” He hasn’t been able to come in a month, and it’s been longer since he’s seen him. It’s honestly one of the deciding factors on whether it’s a passing fancy or a full blown crush. He still went to sleep every night thinking about Eddie. It didn’t even have to be about sex. 

Although maybe not sleeping with anyone else for half a year should have tipped him off sooner. 

“Sure has, big boy. I was starting to think you were getting sick of me.” It’s a joke, but Steve catches an undercurrent of insecurity. 

“That’d make my life easier,” Robin snorts. She finally wiggles her way out of his hold. “I saw Arty somewhere around here, I’m gonna see if I can crash at her place tonight.” She levels Eddie with a look. “He hasn’t had anything to drink. If you don’t put him out of his misery, I will. And it won’t be the good kind. It will be the bad kind. With bad screams. Lots of screaming, and someone will call the pigs, and I’ll be arrested and jailed for life. Do you want me to go to jail, Munson?”

Eddie shakes his head dumbly. 

“Good! Then do something about it.” She slaps Steve’s back, a mocking echo of his jock days. “Go get ‘em, slugger!” 

With that, she’s gone, disappearing into the crowd. 

“She is,” Steve remarks with amusement, “the worst wingman on planet Earth. Mars too, probably.”

“I dunno, I think it might be working.”

“I’m not doing anything without a condom,” he says, eyes narrowed like he’s waiting for an argument. 

“Me neither,” Steve agrees. “Robin has, like, this big fear of diseases. Totally got me with it. She pulled out the library books, those pictures were fucking disgusting. Shit showed up in my dreams, man. Neither of us do anything without protection.”

“I’m going to be totally honest with you, because I haven’t been and it’s starting to eat at me,” Eddie says, hovering above Steve. 

Steve wrinkles his nose. “What is it? Are you a spy or something? Are you Russian? Do you have superpowers? Is your name not actually Eddie?” He pauses. “Oh, God, you’re not even Eddie Munson, are you? I’m just some asshole who’s been calling you by my old classmates name and you were too embarrassed to correct me. Shit, we made so much fun of you for walking on tables too—“

“What?” Eddie covers his mouth, expression hovering between amused and baffled. “What the fuck, why would I go along with that? No, Jesus, I’m Eddie Munson. Moved to Hawkins when I was eleven, took senior year three times, walked on the fucking tables, could you let that go?” He moves the hand covering Steve’s mouth to play with his hair, looking annoyed for a minute before it smoothes to trepidation. “No, I, uh, I just felt like I needed to tell you that I used to have a hate-boner for you in high school. Like, I used to jack it to the thought of kicking your ass and making a mess outta you. In more ways than one.”

Steve stares. 

“Also, that’s kind of why I approached you in the bar in the first place,” Eddie blabbers on. “And then you said you were just there for a friend, and I was disappointed but it’s whatever, yanno? And then then you told me about your dad, and threw my expectations to the fucking wolves, and then you asked me to come up to your apartment except you were drunk and you probably didn’t mean it. But then the next time I saw you, you kept flirting with me, which you were not supposed to do, and I kept pretending that wasn’t the reason I even talked to you in the first place, and, uh, yeah.” He smiles nervously. “Surprise?”

“I mean, not really.”

“You’re such an asshole, fuck off. At least pretend to be shocked.”

“It’s not my fault you stare at my legs all the time,” Steve says, affronted. “I know I didn’t do too good in school, but I’m not dumb enough to miss that. Like, hello, my eyes are up here.”

Eddie lets his arms give out, flopping on top of Steve heavily. Steve wheezes. “Am I really that obvious?” He whines into his shoulder. 

“You got sad and pouty when I even looked at another guy.”

“You could’ve fucked him,” he mumbles. “The guy you were dancing with. It wasn’t any of my business. I’m a big boy, I can deal.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to fuck him,” Steve says. “I wanted to fuck you. Can we go back to that please?”

“Thought I was fucking you.”

“Someone’s getting fucked or Robin will kill both of us. I’d like to live tomorrow morning. And not have to deal with any more of her teasing for having no game.”

“You have unfortunate amounts of game,” Eddie sighs, tracing the side of Steve’s neck. It tickles. “It’s kind of embarrassing for me.”

“Yeah, yeah, are we using those condoms or not, Moodkiller?”

“Oh, I’m the mood killer?”

“Yes,” Steve says matter of factly, and pulls him in for a kiss before he can protest.

[strangersteddierthings]

Bad News First, Eddie

Part One 🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇FInal Part

"Bad news first, Eddie," Steve sighs as he leans back on his heels, cleaner in one hand and a rag in the other. "They vandalized your headstone again. Good news, I beat Wayne out here so he won't be seeing it."

It's been over a year since they'd had to leave Eddie behind. He'd been cleared of the murders. That had been the easy part, since the Upside Down had exploded out into the Rightside Up. When Vecna started killing people it had been pretty easy for people to realize Eddie was just another victim.

Or so Steve had thought.

Eleven saved them all, the people of Hawkins knew the truth, yet Steve still found graffiti on Eddie's grave.

Eddie's grave is empty, because Eddie's body hadn't been recovered. Too much had happened, no time to mount an expedition to retrieve it, and the gates were closed. Another regret Steve lives with.

Like not taking Eddie's face between his hands and looking him dead in the eye when he told them not to be heroes.

Late at night, Steve sometimes imagines he did just that. Looked him dead in the eyes and said, "there is no shame in running, in living to see another day. Don't be a hero because I need you to be okay tomorrow."

Robin says it's not good for his mental health, these what-if scenarios, but so what?

Steve isn't sure what started it but coming out here to talk to Eddie seems to help him clear his thoughts. He always starts with the bad news, Eddie's voice in the back of his mind. Bad news first, always.

The first time Wayne had caught him out here, Wayne thought he was vandalizing. Had scared Steve half to death being yanked back violently by his upper arm. It didn't take Wayne long for his eyes to process that Steve wasn't holding paint.

"You know my boy?" Wayne always spoke in the present tense about Eddie.

"Not as well as I would have liked, sir," Steve swallowed thickly. It was the start of a friendship, of sorts. Wayne seemed happy to have someone to tell stories about Eddie to, and Steve was happy to learn about Eddie.

Months pass and Steve goes every week.

"Bad news. The new guitarist is mediocre at best. Good news. Corroded Coffin lives on and they finally got a new guitarist."

"Bad news. Robin will not shut up about Vickie. Good news. Robin got that date she wanted."

"Bad news. Wayne had an accident at the plant. Good news, he's okay. I think... this might be weird to you, but I've convinced him to move in, at least until he's healed fully so he's not alone. He's staying in the downstairs guest room. Not that you know where that is. You've never even been to my house... bad news, you've never been to my house. Good news, I really wish you had."

So it goes. Wayne Munson moves in and never moves out. Steve's parents call once, to ask if he wants the house. Steve says yes.

Shortly after, Robin takes a room upstairs. Says she gonna take a year off school before college. The Party moves their dnd games to Steve's giant dining room table. His house is always full but part of Steve feels empty.

"B-bad news," Steve forces the words out around the lump in his throat, "I found out too late. Good news, I'm bisexual. Bad news, good news? I don't know man, the news is I could have loved you. I think I do, but that's the you Wayne and the kids tell me about, so who is to say really."

So it goes.

"Bad news. They're seniors this year, Eds. Seniors! Robin going away to college was bad enough. I don't know if I'll even know how to function when they do. 'Cause they're gonna, you know? They're smart. Too smart to stay in this town," Steve is crying, can feel the tears falling, but doesn't stop them. "I know I should go, too. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. But I can't leave. Wayne's here. You're here. And if I go, who will look after either of you?"

"Bad news. College acceptance letters have come in. They're not even graduated yet. This should be good news, but, heh, friends don't lie."

"Bad news, Eds. I can't remember your voice. I didn't think.... I feel like I remember it but I can't hear it. I want to hear it. I-i need-" Steve doesn't know what he needs, doesn't know how to end that sentence so he just sobs, fingers burying themselves into the dirt of an empty grave.

Wayne gets a phone call one day and says he's gotta go back to Tennessee. Eddie's father -that rocks Steve because while he knows Wayne was Eddie's uncle, he never connected that a father was somewhere out there- Eddie's father, Wayne's younger brother, needs him.

Steve drives Wayne to the airport in Indianapolis. Wayne promises he'll return but Steve won't hold him to that. This is family, and as much as Steve pretends, he isn't Wayne's nephew. Isn't Wayne's family.

As Wayne disappears onto his flight, Steve is left hollow. There's no one left in Hawkins that needs him.

"Bad news, Eds. I think I'm a danger to myself. I keep having these thoughts... like how easy it would be to drive my car into the quarry. Or just slip into the pool and take a deep breath. I don't know who I am, or how to be me, without someone needing me."

Wayne calls and tells him he's coming home. Bringing a guest if that's ok. Steve says okay because he needs to meet the man who taught Eddie how to hot wire a car but not play catch. Also, he hopes to hear Eddie in his voice when they speak.

"Bad news, Eds. I'm too much of a coward to meet your old man. Afraid of what he'll sound like. Because I want him to sound like you so fucking bad it hurts. So instead of being home, I'm hiding here."

And then, a miracle happens.

"Well, I've some bad news for you, too, Stevie. I got my voice from my mom."

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The way I Loved You

The Way I Loved You

Master List <;3 Request List <3 Hogwarts Legacy Master List <3

Sebastian Sallow x Slytherin! reader

A/n: This is my first Hogwarts Legacy fic so I'm sorry if some of the characters aren't written great. I also haven't finished the game yet so I'm sorry if the plot references are a little off as well. This is inspired by the Taylor Swift song btw. Also if you haven't noticed I love writing the Yule Ball lol

Summary: Seb is jealous when someone asks you to the ball before he can.

Warnings: Badly written arguments, some swearing, a tiny mention of drinking, reader uses Y/n and she/her pronouns, also reader is briefly mentioned wearing a dress and skirt, kissing, not proof read

Word Count: 3564

(NOT MY GIF credit to creator)

"Y/n are you coming to Hogsmead? We're shopping for the Yule Ball." Poppy asked with a smile as she closed the book in front of her.

Me, Poppy, Imelda, Nattie, Sebastian and Garreth had been sat in the Great Hall studying for the past hour and it seemed like we were finally giving up.

"I don't think I can, I have a stack of books to take back to the library before three or I've got detention for a week again." I responded with a frown, gesturing to the stack of books next to me making Sebastian chuckle a bit.

"Of course you do." He said from opposite me with an eye roll.

"As if your one to talk Sallow you haven't had a free evening since first year." Imelda said from next to him causing him to roll his eyes and look back down at his book.

"But Y/n if you don't come when will you get your dress?" Nattie asked from next to me, also closing her book and stuffing it into her bag.

I just shrugged with a smile, beginning to gather my things as well "I'm still not sure if I'm definitely going, I still haven't got a date and I haven't got enough time to get anything to wear. If I do go I'll probably just grab something last minute."

"No you can't do that. I'll take your books back to the library for you, you should go to Hogsmead. You never know when someone might ask you." Garreth said with a chipper voice from the other side of me, he slid my stack of books in front of himself before getting up from the table.

"Thanks Garreth you really don't need to." I smiled at him as he gathered his things into his arms.

He smiled back, squeezing my shoulder with one hand before beginning to walk off "it's my pleasure!" He shouted over his shoulder.

"What was that about?" Poppy asked with a squeal, sliding into Garreth's spot next to me. "I think someone might have a crush."

I laughed and shook my head "What Garreth on me? As if! He doesn't think of me that way."

The girls all laughed and gave me different looks that all seemed as if they were trying to say the same thing.

"Y/n he's definitely into you, and I'm never wrong." Imelda said in her usual knowing voice.

Sebastian quickly stood from the table, yanking his bag with him "I'll see you guys later." He said in an annoyed voice, walking off and out of the hall quickly.

"Why's he in such a bad mood all of a sudden?" Nattie asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Imelda rolled her eyes dramatically "When isn't he."

~~~~~

Me and Imelda tried to keep our laughter as quiet as possible as we snuck back into the common room. It was only thirty minutes past curfew but we'd both be in detention if anyone saw us.

We'd both taken our robes off since the rain had been so heavy that they had began to drag us down, our shirts and skirts were clinging to our skin uncomfortably and my hair had stuck its self to my face. Despite our best efforts the four of us couldn't fit under Poppy's little umbrella and the sky had decided to begin the hardest rain I'd ever seen the second we left the dress shop.

"I call the first shower!" Imelda yelled with a giggle as we entered the warm common room.

"No that's unfair!"

"I've got broom practice in the morning I need to go to bed!" She argued as we walked into the main part of the room.

I spotted Seb sat infront of the fire with a book in his hands which made me smile slightly.

"Fine go have a shower, I'll sit by the fire."

She smiled at me and ran off before I could change my mind, taking the bag with our dresses in with her.

"Your back late." Sebastian said once she'd left the room, I walked over to sit on the little sofa next to him.

"Got a bit carried away I guess." I replied with a laugh "What're you still doing up?"

He shrugged, closing the book that was on his lap and placing it on the table next to us "Wanted to finish my book, and I figured I'd make sure you'd gotten back okay."

"I can take care of myself you know?" I kicked my shoes off so I could bring my feet up onto the sofa.

"Yeah trust me I know. Merlin your soaking?" He laughed at me, moving some of the wet hair that had cemented itself to my forehead off of my face for me.

"Oh yeah? Want a hug?" I laughed, opening my arms and moving towards him.

He pulled far away from me, drawing into himself but not getting off the sofa.

"Don't you dare. I swear I will curse you."

"Oh yeah? Prove it." I laughed and threw myself onto his lap, wrapping my wet and cold arms around him. He pretended to fight me off for a minute with a laugh before allowing me to just rest my weight on him.

"Merlin, you're freezing." He smiled whilst shaking his head, pulling a blanket over the both of us.

"Not all of us have the luxury of being able to spend all evening reading by the fire. I've fought dragons and I believe that was easier than finding a dress for this godforsaken ball."

He looked down at me with a smile, using his thumb to wipe the drops of rain that were still on my cheeks away, his nose brushing against mine slightly.

"About the ball-"

"Y/n the showers free!" Imelda's voice yelled from the direction of the seventh year girls dormitory, obviously not caring if she woke someone up.

"You should probably go have a warm shower before you catch a cold." He said, sitting up a little straighter.

I moved off him with an awkward cough and nodded, "What were you about to say?"

"Oh it was nothing. I'll see you tomorrow." He grabbed his book and disappeared into the boys dormitory before I could respond.

A stupid part of me thought that he might've been about to ask me to go with him, I've had a crush on him since our adventures in fifth year but it's stupid of me to think he'd see me that way now. It's been this many years of being his best friend it's just something I've learned to live with.

~~~~~

"How was the dress shopping?" Garreth asked, taking a seat next to me at breakfast.

"It was really good, thanks for taking those books back for me again. If there's anything I can do to say thanks just let me know." I smiled at the boy as he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Actually there is, I was wondering if you maybe would want to go to the ball with me? If you don't want to that's totally fine but I thought I'd just asked, I've liked you for a little bit but I don't want to make this friendship awkward." The poor boy was speaking so quickly that he was skipping over his words whilst tapping his foot quite loudly on the floor.

I saw Sebastian look up over his book from the corner of my eye.

"Merlin Weasley, could you be any smoother?" He said with a laugh, his voice cracking slightly at the beginning of his sentence.

Garreth went an ever brighter shade of red and looked wordlessly away from Sebastian "never mind it was a stupid question anyway."

"Wait Garreth, I'd love to go to the ball with you." I said with a smile, shooting Sebastian a look.

"Really?" "Really?"

Both Garreth and Sebastian said at the same time, gaining Sebastian a harsh elbow from Ominis next to him.

"Really."

Garreth smiled widely, giving Sebastian a smug look from across the table.

Seb just rolled his eyes at him, dropping his fork as he stood up, leaving the great hall without eating any of his breakfast.

"What's bothering him?" Garreth asked from next to me as Ominis shrugged.

"You know what he's like, he's probably not heard off Anne for a while." Ominis said with an awkward pause, causing me to quirk an eyebrow.

"I'm gonna go check on him, I'll see you guys in potions." I said, standing from the table and walking out to the courtyard.

I spotted the Slytherin boy sat on the wall overlooking the boathouse and headed over to him.

"What's wrong with you recently?" I asked, standing next to him.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You've been acting off, is everything okay with Anne?"

He rolled his eyes, not that he'd turned to look at me anyway.

"Yes, not everything I do and feel revolves around her you know."

"I know I just thought-"

"Well stop thinking for me. Why're you out here anyway? Surely you could be planning out your evening with Weasley inside?"

"Is that what this is about? You're annoyed at me for saying yes?"

"Don't be so full of yourself Y/n I couldn't care less who you go to the ball with."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing! Merlin why don't you know how to leave things alone!"

"Why're you being so mean to me all of a sudden? I just want to make sure my best friend is okay! You were all smiley and happy with me last night what's happened that's upset you?"

He scoffed, standing up from the wall "Y/n everyone is your 'best friend' I don't mean anything more to you than Professor Garlick does don't pretend differently."

"Seb you know you mean the world to me what are you talking about?"

He rolled his eyes with a small laugh. "As if Y/n, we're only friends because I needed help with Anne and you wanted me to teach you spells that Fig couldn't. And look now we're stuck with each other for no reason! Don't pretend to be my friend."

My eyes pricked slightly at his words as I shook my head at him. "You're an asshole Sallow, I don't know why I keep putting you first. Fuck you."

"Oh fuck off you've never put anyone but yourself first."

I turned around and walked off before he could see me cry. Heading straight back down into the Slytherin dormitories.

~~~~~

It was finally the day of the Yule Ball and me, Imelda, Nattie and Poppy were all piled into Poppy's dormitory getting ready.

Nattie was putting my makeup on for me as Poppy tied Imelda's hair up for her.

"Are you guys excited!" Poppy asked with a big smile, her long pink dress complimented her smile and eyes perfectly and she somehow seemed to be smiling wider than ever.

"Yeah I am actually." Imelda said as she admired her now done hair in the mirror, she had on a little black dress, a little less formal than the other dresses but allowed her to move around a lot easier and suited her personality well.

"Wow that's the most excited I've seen her talk about something other than flying." I said with a laugh, having to dodge the makeup brush she sent flying at my head with a laugh.

Nattie gave her a look before finishing the last of my makeup with a smile. "There, perfect."

I smiled back at her and thanked her before turning to help her finish her eyeliner.

Nattie had a beautifully patterned red and gold dress on, the perfect dress for any proud Gryffindor and she pulled it off better than I could imagine anyone else.

"Have you spoken to Sallow yet?" Poppy asked handing a small flask of fire whisky around the room.

I sighed and shook my head slightly.

"Nope, I've lost track of which one of us is avoiding the other now. I'm not speaking to him until he apologises though and I doubt that's going to happen."

"Do you know what's actually wrong with him?" Nattie asked, handing me the flask now that I'd finished her makeup.

I shook my head and took a large sip from the flask, trying not to flinch at the taste.

"No Ominis doesn't want to be in the middle so he won't talk to me about it."

Imelda shook her head and pulled me and Nattie up onto our feet. "It's his loss anyway, look at yourself you don't need him. Garreth's jaw is going to be on the floor."

I laughed slightly at her and smoothed my green dress out whilst looking in the mirror, she did have a point.

"Come on we're going to be late." Poppy said, dragging us out of the Hufflepuff common room.

"So what exactly is the situation with you and Weasley?" Nattie asked as we made our way to the great hall.

"There's no situation, we're just friends, we spoke about it the other day. He said he does have a little crush but Professor Weasley was pushing him to get a date and he figured he'd just ask. We're not dating or anything I don't feel that way about him."

She nodded along to my words as we approached the hall, music growing louder and louder.

Poppy was leading the group, looking around in awe at the decorations as we entered the hall.

The girls split off eventually, all heading off to their dates and Garreth came over to me with his arm out.

"Want to dance?"

"Wow Weasley I didn't know you could." I said with a laugh, nodding as I took his arm and we joined in with the couples dancing in synch around the room.

"I can't but my aunt will tell my mum if we spend the whole night trying to slip fire whisky in the punch."

I laughed at him and looked over his shoulder to see professor Weasley looking at us with an approving smile.

We danced for a while until we had to stop because I was laughing too hard, a mix of the fire whiskey and Garreth's clumsiness of stepping on me or into a nearby object had cracked me up to the point of needing to sit down to catch my breath.

He laughed next to me as I lent my forehead on his shoulder to catch my breath.

I wiped a tear from under my eye as I composed myself, hoping the laughter hadn't ruined my makeup but the end of the night was nearing quickly enough that it hardly mattered anymore.

I looked around the hall, smiling as I saw the girls dancing with their dates, even Ominis was twirling a girl around in the corner.

"Everyone seems to be having a great night." I said with a smile.

Garreth nodded next to me "it's nice to see everyone chilling out after exams."

"Oh yeah because you were so focused on studying." I said with a snort.

"I wasn't talking about me." He laughed at shook his head.

I looked across the room and locked eyes with Sebastian who was stood alone in the corner, leaning against the wall.

He did look handsome in his dress robes, although all formality of his attire seemed to have been discarded. His robes were no where to be seen, his shirt sleeves had been pulled up to his elbows and his tie had been loosed enough to allow him to undo the top two buttons of his shirt, and his black waistcoat had been completely undone.

It suited him more than a formal look though. He hadn't even bothered to do his hair properly, letting it fall over his face.

He looked away from me for a second, putting his glass down on the table next to him and exiting the hall.

"I'm really sorry but do you mind if I head out a sec?" I asked looking over to Garreth who was already looking at me, most likely catching the small interaction.

He cleared his throat and nodded "Yeah of course, I wanted to mess with the punch anyway. I'll catch you later."

He gave me a small smile and I nodded "thank you."

He just gave me a small nod and I got up, crossing the room to head out the same doors as Sebastian did,entering the courtyard.

He was leaning over the wall and looking out over the hills. The rain hadn't stopped all week and Sebastian already looked like he'd gone for a swim in the lake.

I hesitated for a second and with a sigh I walked out onto the cobble stone, feeling the cold rain soak my whole outfit before I'd even taken two steps.

I walked over next to him and lent against the wall as well, not looking up at him and instead over the mountains that surrounded the school.

"Hey." I said quietly, bracing for some sort of anger to be thrown back at me.

"Hey." Was all I got back, a much more gentle and quiet voice than I was expecting.

We stood in silence for a while before he stood up slightly with a sigh.

"I'm sorry. I was angry I didn't mean what I said, you know that. You mean the world to me as well, and you're the most selfless person I've ever met."

I looked up at him to see him already looking down at me with a timid smile.

"I don't expect you to accept the apology I was out of line I know but-"

"Seb just tell me what was bothering you. I don't care about what you said I know you didn't mean it, it's just your my best friend and I want to know what's wrong."

He clenched his jaw slightly at my words and looked away from me again.

"It's just- I was jealous, I didn't like the idea of you and Weasley spending all night dancing and laughing together and sitting there watching it only made it worse." He took a deep breath and despite my best efforts he wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Jealous? Of me and Garreth? Why?"

"Because I've been in love with you since you kicked my ass in defence against the dark arts in fifth year. But I know that all the people around me get hurt and I could never bring you any sort of peace. Between my short temper and the fact you're so headstrong, which is one of the things I love so much about you, but we bicker all the time as it is. I never wanted to say anything because I didn't want to loose the best thing I have in my life and I know that I'd ruin it somehow, and that's even if you even wanted to give me a chance which is unlikely, just look at you."

"You love me? Why didn't you ask me to the ball yourself?"

"Because I saw you in there, you were laughing the whole time. I don't do that to you." He slouched slightly and wiped the rain drops from his face as he looked over the horizon.

"Seb look at me."

He didn't move for a second before finally turning to face me, allowing me to place a hand on his cheek. Moving the wet hair out of his eyes the same way he did to me only a week before.

"Seb I love our bickering. You bring a different type of love and joy to my life that no one else could. Your not just some hot headed idiot who hurts those around him, your the most caring man I've ever met who risks everything if you believe it would give you the smallest chance to help the people you love. I've loved you since the day I met you. I just didn't think you'd want me."

He just looked at me for a second before placing a hand gently on my cheek and leaning down to meet my lips, his other hand resting on the small of my back to pull me closer.

I kissed back and despite the hard rain falling on top of us I'd never felt so warm and safe.

The kiss was gently and loving, as if he was afraid that I'd disappear from his touch.

He pulled away after a moment, resting his forehead against mine as our noses bumped together.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask you here tonight. I wish I could've had at least one dance with you."

"Who said it's too late?" I pressed another gentle kiss to his lips before pulling him into the middle of the courtyard where the music of the hall could still be faintly heard.

He chuckled slightly as he held his arm out to me.

"May I have this dance?"

"Yes you certainly may Sallow."

He laughed before pulling me close to his chest, allowing me to rest my head against him as we rocked slowly to the music under a sheet of rain.

"For the record you look insanely beautiful tonight." He said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I laughed and looked up at him with a smile. "As if, I'm soaking wet, my makeup's probably making me look like a clown right now."

He laughed and shook his head, moving his hand to push a strand of wet hair behind my ear. "Your truly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, I was star struck when I saw you enter the hall, and I think you look even more beautiful now out here in the rain with me. Just like how I thought you looked beautiful in that cave fighting off spiders covered in webs, dirt and ash. I don't think there's ever been a single second I haven't been in awe of you."

I shook my head slightly at him with a smile "since when are you this nice?"

He lent down to meet me for another kiss, laughing against my lips and we continued to dance in the courtyard all night until the music stopped.

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Hate Means Love Ch.4

Jenna Ortega x Male Character.

Summary: Jenna Ortega shares a house with her roommate's, one of them being a male she can't stand, in other words, hates. He loves to tease and feed her hatred just to watch her for his pleasure (wink wink).

Warnings: Cussing, angst, fighting, crying and that's about it, buckle in for this chapter folks!

Jenna's POV.

It's been 2 weeks since the first time Andre and I had sex, and we have been doing it every day, but the past week has been tricky since Devin and Trina are home from the little week get away and we haven't told them anything. Apart of me wishes I could get more from Andre then just constantly having sex. Don't get me wrong, it's amazing sex but to say I don't have feelings for this boy would be a lie, because I do. I've noticed he never kisses me when we are having sex, I've tried a few times, but he just moves his face from mine. My gut tells me he isn't looking for a relationship with me and just wants to have a friend with benefits situation, but a part of me wants more than that.

"Jenna, Girl get ready, the parties in an hour." Trina says tossing me my hair clip she borrowed. "Fuck." I mumble to myself and hurrying to my room to get ready because I completely forgot. I'm in my room in a bra and underwear digging in my closet trying to find something decent to wear when I hear my door shut and a pair of arms wrap around me from behind.

"Andre, not right now I'm not in the mood to be honest." I say turning around to look at him.

"What's wrong? did I do something?" He asks sitting on the edge of my bed.

I stood there for a moment, my mind racing a million miles a second, trying to think about what I should say, but instead my brain spits the words out for me.

"Why don't you kiss me?" I blurted out staring into his eyes that are giving out a shocked look.

He sat there looking at me for a moment before replying.

"Oh, I'm just not the kissing type of guy, its nothing against you Jen." He says with a faint smile, trying to reassure me.

I give him a smile, feeling a bit better about what he said, some people just aren't the kissing type of people, and I can understand that.

*Time skip*

Where at the party and it's been a blast so far, me and Trina have been taking shots back-to-back and goofing around playing beer pong, knowing damn well we are terrible. I toss the ball and miss, and Trina laughs out loud because we haven't made a single ball yet, As I'm laughing, I turn around and catch Andre over by the staircase kissing a girl I've never seen before. Instant anger and sadness fill me inside as tell Trina I'll be right back and make my way over to him. Without thinking, I tell the girl excuse me and step Infront of her. I shove Andre harshly and poke his chest. "Kissing's not really your fucking thing huh? You fucking asshole!" I yell as I continue shoving him up the stairs.

"Jenna, chill out, stop." He says grabbing my wrist and holding them so I can't push him anymore.

"Chill out? are you fucking serious, let the fuck go of me." I yank my wrist from his grip.

"You're not my girlfriend, you have no right to act like this, calm the fuck down, people are looking at us Jenna."

"Your right, I'm just your whore that you can come and fuck whenever you want, right? right, you piece of shit? don't ever fucking touch me or talk to me ever again!"

"You're not my whore, you're just someone I like having sex with, where adults, this is what adults do!" He yells back at me.

"Are you fucking serious? FUCK YOU!" I yell giving him one last good shove that knocks him against the stairs.

I walk out of the house hearing Andre calling my name from behind me, but I ignore it as I keep walking forward wanting to get home and lay in my bed. I hear a car pulling up next to me and hear Trina yelling my name telling me to get in the car which I do.

"How is Devin going to get home?" I ask shutting the car door, putting my seatbelt on.

"He's going to a girls house tonight, now are you going to tell me what the fuck I've missed the last 2 weeks with you and Andre?" She asks looking at me.

I try to hold my tears in, but it's no use. I start crying frantically because I'm so hurt from Andre.

"Andre and I have been hooking up, like every day the past 2 weeks, and It's gotten to the point where I have feelings for his stupid ass, so I asked him why he never kisses me and he Tell's me he just not a kissing person, which I get that, but then I catch him kissing some fucking girl and I just lost it." I say sobbing with tears streaming down my face.

"Okay that's a lot to unpack, you and Andre hooking up?! that is fucking wild." She says blowing everything else off

I give her a serious look with my sad eyes letting her know now is not the time.

"Fuck, sorry I had to get that off my chest."

Andre's POV.

"I didn't think she would get so upset dude, I thought we were just friends with benefits." I say to Devin as we are walking down the sidewalk about 20 minutes from home.

"Well now look at us, walking home and I was supposed to be going home with a girl, you're lucky your my friend." Devin jokes nudging my shoulder.

I let out a huge sigh and shove my hands in my pockets away from the cold night air. I can't help but feel bad inside for Jenna, but at the same time, we had no labels on us. I don't think I even want labels on us, I was just enjoying the sex with her, I didn't think she would get so attached.

"Bro, I'm walking with you for a reason, spit it out." Devin says snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I'm not going to be able to sleep with her anymore, I don't want her liking me more than what she already does, I feel bad for her, I feel like an asshole." I say exhaling looking over at him.

"Can I be honest with you bro?" Devin says stopping in his tracks and looking at me. I give him a nod telling him to say what he needs to say.

"Friends with benefits never stays friends with benefits bro, no one is out here having sex with the same person for 2 weeks without it turning into more, I mean unless your immune to feelings, but even I know you're not like that, you don't have any feelings for her? I mean the slightest bit?" He asks in a serious tone.

I didn't know how to answer the question, so the rest of the walk was silent, as Jenna was eating me up inside, but I really feel like she overreacted way too much. She's not my girlfriend, and I'm not her boyfriend, we were just friends fucking, and that's it. Maybe I do have feelings for her, feeling so bad for her, and constantly thinking about her.

Another 10 minutes go by, and we finally make it home and the house is quiet. I look over at Trina who is sitting out the couch and she mouths "asshole" too me and I roll my eyes at her and make my way to Jenna's door. I stand in front of it for a few to think about what I need to say before opening the door. I slowly open the door to a dark room with just enough moonlight coming in to see Jenna curled up in the bed and sniffling coming from her. I shut the door behind me and walk over to her but before I can reach the bed Jenna says.

"Get out, I told you I never want to talk to you again Andre." her voice is raspy and low from all the crying she's been doing, and it makes me feel worse.

"Jenna please, I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt this way, I really am sorry." She lays there not responding to what I said so I sit on the edge of her bed and look at her with a guilty look on my face.

"Please Jenna, at least talk to me, please." I place my hand on her leg, and she pushes my hand off her and uncovers her face from under her blanket, showing her stained face from her mascara and puffy eyes from endless crying.

"How Andre, how can you possibly fuck me for two weeks straight and not have any connection towards me, I mean you were legit spending most of your day, every day inside me, I mean fuck Andre." She says with even more tears streaming down her face.

"I don't know, honestly, I don't know how I can even answer that question, you're a beautiful girl, and I mean gorgeous. Attractive with everything you do and how you look, how you talk and when you laugh. But I'm not good for you, really. I grew up with a really rough life, I wasn't loved as a child, and now that I'm an adult, I don't know how to love others. I bounced around foster homes until I was 18, and at that point I was too old to be in foster care, I left and go into college and with the help of the state, I have no family Jenna, I don't know any better." I spill it all out to Jenna, tell her everything about me, something I never told anyone before, besides Devin because we have been best friends for years, but never a girl, never.

Jenna sits up with a different expression on her face, different from her one before, the one I caused in the first place.

"Andre, I'm sorry, I had no idea." She says placing her hand on top of mine.

"No, don't apologize, I'm the one in the wrong here, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm no good for you Jenna, you deserve someone who will love you the way you deserve, and that can't be me. I want nothing but what is the best for you, you deserve it. Goodnight Jenna." I give her hand a light squeeze before exiting her room and making my way into my room.

A/N: I'm sorry I'm ending it like this!! I have big plans for the story, New chapter coming very soon, so stay tuned, I love you all and thank you for all the support on this story, it means the world to me!!! :)

[elsaellaelys]

You're not the one I love anymore

Let me show you how you don't need him - part 2

summary: John B. wants Y/N's attention all for him, but he's too late. Requested by @gillybear17.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader (who was in love with John B. in the past)

1.350 words

a/n: Thanks @gillybear17 for the request, it's not my best work, but I hope you enjoy. 😘

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The sun is shining painfully on Y/N's skin as she sits on her surfboard, JJ is a bit far ahead in the sea, they are like that the past fifteen minutes, waiting for a good wave. One hour ago, when they come, the sea was alive, shoving salt water against the rocks, waves just the way Y/N liked, small but intense, she felt like slipping down a watery hill. Now, there's nothing and she's tired of waiting.

The memory of last evening flushed through her mind, she felt guilty for not telling her boyfriend about it, JJ looked at her winking, yanking a honest sweet smile from his girlfriend. She thought about when he asked her to be his.

Only the day before, they were laying in his bed in the Chateau, just after earning pleasure and love off of one another, JJ got up collecting his clothes out of the floor and getting dressed, she laid on her side, hand supporting her head, elbow sinking in the mattress. He had been acting like that since they started to hook up, some weeks ago, they cuddle, then he get up and start getting dressed like he's going to leave, but she always grab his hand, push him back to the bed and kiss him so gently that she feels he melt. This time, she didn't had to do that though, he noticed her staring, he was finished putting his boxers on, grabing his shirt and her panties, sitting in the edge of the bed and started to dress her. "You have problems with staring." he laughed.

"Am I that oblivious?" she joked.

"Just a little."

"Is that... I can't get enough of you." his shirt was setted above her bare chest, his eyes looked deeply inside hers, she hoped he could read her mind like she felf he could, cause she was not able to out it on words.

"I..." he mumbled, like he was trying to say the right thing, she didn't worried though, she saw in his eyes the feeling she had in hers. "I think I'm in love with you." he spilled nervously.

"Me too." she nodded.

"No, see, I've always been. I'm so glad you here right now, like this." he laughed.

"Yeah, I know. Me too, JJ, me too."

He fidged with the collar of her - his - shirt, fingertips brushing in her neck. "You should be mine, my girlfriend."

"You really want that?"

"More than everything."

"Than I'll be, there's nothing I want more too."

JJ smiled, kissing her softly, pulling back to see her opening to look at him again, batting her eyelashes and he felt hypnotized, giving her a wet kiss. "You better put this on." he said, lifting her beige lace panties with his finger. "Don't wanna start it all again, do you?"

"Maybe I do." she grabbed the underwear, but did nothing but round her arms behind his neck to give him a long deep kiss.

They were about to lay down again in another make up session, but John B. oppened the door suddenly, looking to his friends with furrowed eyebrows.

"Dude?" JJ complained.

"Fuck." John B. hissed tapping his eyes and turning around "I just wanted someone to go fishing with me."

"Do I look like I wanna fish?" JJ asked indignantly, Y/N shushed him. "We're going, JB."

Of course, John B. knew about them, they didn't had to say it, he found them snogging on the couch, but didn't said a thing, just looked at them like they had the most nastiest scar and he didn't wanted to talk about it. He had been acting weird since then, too quiet around Y/N, flipping JJ off everytime he tried to say something, everyone notice something was wrong, Y/N thought it was about Kiara, but even Kiara saw how bothered John B. looked when JJ kissed her on the cheek, putted his cap on her, told her how incredible she is, how she blushed and leaned in his touch.

Like always, John B. rolled his eyes when JJ came behind Y/N setting a fisherman bucket hat in her head. "Look how cute you are."

She giggled and John B. felt sick.

"I forgot the lures and my jacket." he said, going back inside.

"Bring the beers." JJ remembered him.

"I only have two hands."

"I'll bring it for you." Y/N said, following inside too.

She had to hold the beer bale with both arms, John stopped to look at her. "Didn't know you were his little house wife now."

"What?" she asked, struggling with the box, but he didn't mind helping.

"You're being so prestative to him."

" 'm just being nice." she shrugged, heading to the door.

"Yeah, he's the only one who deserve it."

She had to stop and turn to face him, even though the beers were heavy in her arms. "What?" she asked again, it was the only question in her mind.

"You're not being nice to me now, are you?" He spilled, storming out, not caring to hold or even close the door as he made his way straight to the dock.

JJ looked confused, but quickly forgot whatever may had happen when he saw the heavyweight in her arms, reaching to care it himself. "That's too heavy for a princess to care."

John B. was dead silence all the time, Y/N could see he regretted asking for company. JJ didn't knowledge, with a happy child behavior, so much, that made John yell at him. "Shut the fuck up, you're scaring the fishes away!" After that the vibe was even more heavy and boring, Y/N was boringly melting in the corner of the dock, JJ didn't wanted to fish anymore, sullen John B. was the same since they arrived.

"Gotta pee" JJ said, getting up and disappearing between the trees.

Y/N lifted the hat out of her eye vision, looking at the tensed figure of her friend. "What you meant with "you're not being nice to me now." ?" 

"You're not, are you?"

"Of course I'm nice to you. When have I mistreated you?"

"You haven't. Is just..." he hesitated "Lately you're all about JJ."

"You're jealous?"

He clenched his jaw. He remembered when she used to give him cheek kisses and blush, how she didn't know what to do with her hands when he hugged her, now, she knows what to do around JJ, she knows how to kiss him on the lips and smile proudly at anything he did just to show her, she knows how to fix his hair when it's wild, how to tie his bracelets, to stroke his skin and draw patterns on it with her fingertips. John B. saw it all, and he found him wishing he was in JJ's place.

"Why you're jealous? You didn't even..."

"It looks like you forgot about me." he cutted her.

"I got over you." she loudly said, suddenly afraid that JJ might hear something. He looked at her, angry and confused.

"Why you had to get over me?"

"Jesus! You're so self absorbed, you don't see people around you."

"You liked me?"

"Well, not anymore. So it doesn't matter. You're not the one I love anymore."

"We could have worked it out."

"No, you're too busy with the gold hunting."

"It is important to me!"

"I see." she got up, graving hers and JJ's stuff, seeing JJ coming back. "It's not all about you, JB, not all about you." she whispered.

"Let's go J."

Now she's even more upset, the sea just decided to not give them attention, and she is afraid John B.'s friendship will slip through her fingers. Pogues can't mack pogues for one reason. But there's nothing to do, he'll get over it, he never had feelings for her, anyway. And after all, it's not all about him.

JJ putted his hands under water swimming over to her. "Wanna go?" he asked, their surfboards banging a little. She nodded and they headed to the sand. JJ shoke his head sending everywhere the water out of his hair, Y/N laughed, suddenly feeling the urge to pull him by his neck and kiss him, and she did, his mouth tasting like the sea, he smiled liking her lip. "You really can't get enough of me, uh?"

"You know I can't."

[circusmania]

SIN Chapter 2

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I can still hear your heart beating for me

Wishing for my lavish

Waiting for me to return

That heart that is only mine

Of which only I can touch

Just you wait

I'll come back

My heart almost jumps out of its rib cage. I turned around and was met with Marcus…and his cigarette. 

“Uhm, I…” Now that I think of it, why did I come out here? “Fresh air, I guess.” He seems to be convinced, for now.

We stood in silence for a little while. Marcus took a drag of his cigarette and let the smoke run free. 

I coughed, not only was it nauseating, but it was also unbearable witnessing someone waste their life away like this.

“You know you can't smoke on school property, right?” Marcus continued to face the ground, he took another puff of his cigarette. 

Ugh, and to think I was starting to like him. I coughed again, this time only to make him feel bad. I don't think it worked, though. 

“I'm pretty sure you'll develop lung cancer or something, too,” I continued. 

“Why did you really come here?” He interrupted me. “I know for a fact you didn't come here to bitch about me smoking, and you sure as hell didn't come for a smoke break.”

No shit.

 “I told you I came for fresh air, but now I see that that idea is out of the window-”

All of a sudden, the back door swung open and Judy marched out.

“What do you think you're doing? Are you seriously ditching us for this loser?” 

Uh oh…

“Judy, please, I was just trying to tell him how smoking is bad for him,” I said while Judy gritted her teeth. 

“I don't want to see you hanging around this… Freak anymore.” 

Judy grabbed my arm and pulled me up the steps back into the cafeteria. She opened the door, but before she could step in, Marcus grabbed my arm, yanking us both back.

“He doesn't need to go anywhere. More or less, you can't tell him who he wants to see or not. That's not how a relationship works.”

“What do you know about how a relationship works?” Judy snapped, turning towards me. “Well?? Tell him to leave you alone.” 

“Judy… I think you should just leave.” I said, watching her eyes slowly widen and her lip quiver. 

I felt her slowly letting my arm go, her eyes filling up with tears. 

“Judy, I-” Before I could say anything, she ran past me, choking on a few sobs. I thought about chasing after her, but Marcus stops me.

“Don't, that's exactly what she wants you to do.”

“I've never seen her cry like this before…”

“I assure you it won't be the last.” Marcus lit another cigarette and took another puff before crushing the butt with his heel. “She'll be back anyway. Who can resist you?” I hear him lightly laugh to himself. Jokingly. 

He's right. This wasn't the first time she ran away from me, but it will be the last time I chased after her. 

Marcus takes a seat at the bottom of the stairs, and I shortly join him. We both sit in silence for a while. 

“What are you?” I ask without thinking. 

I see him stiffen a bit before turning to face me. 

“Excuse me?” 

I couldn't read his facial expression, however, I could tell I have offended him in a way.

“Erm, I mean, are you goth, alt, vamp…?” 

I watch him relax, slightly chuckling. 

“Heh, I guess I fall more into being alt.” He smiles.

“Have you always been alt?” I said, trying to get him to open up more. 

He starts to pick the dirt off his shoes. “I've always had an interest in this kind of style. The clothes, the makeup, the music, god don't make me get started on the music.” He went off.

I smiled, I like seeing how people can get so wrapped in their thoughts and just ramble off like that. I see it in Omar all the time. 

“Kind of stereotypical, but I'm also really into rituals and shit. I especially love scaring people with it, too.”

“Oh! So you're into dark fantasy too? Omar is into that as well, technically he's into any type of fantasy.” Marcus said nothing for a bit.

“Dark fantasy… yeah, you can say that.” Marcus smiled; I smiled back.

“Mm, you should come to his house this weekend, he's having this huge party. Here, I'll write you his address.”

 I take a scrap piece of paper and pen from my pockets and write it down for him. He takes it gingerly.

“Will you be coming?” He asked, examining the paper. 

“Of course.” 

He smiles. 

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I grab my binder and pencil case from my locker; preparing for my last but least favourite class, science. Abruptly, I was enveloped in a tight hug from behind.

“I'M SO SORRY.” 

Judy.

I sighed and turned around to face her. Her face was all red and puffy. She was still sniffling and had tears dripping down her cheeks. I felt awful. 

I cupped her face and wiped her face with my sleeve. 

“I should've thought about your feelings too!” She cried.

I hugged her back, “It's okay, we all make mistakes.”

She started to slowly calm down and rub her face with her bare arm. 

“Thank you… I'm so lucky to be with you. I'll be going now.” I nod.

I watch her walk away before turning toward my next class. My science class was way further down the hall, what's worst is that I didn't share it with anyone I know. My schedule consisted of English with Vanessa, theatre with Omar and Judy, and math with Judy (and now Marcus). I was all alone in science… or so I thought until I was met with an empty seat next to Marcus in science class. 

Every other seat was filled since I was running a bit late, except Marcus's of course. 

I sat down next to him, it seemed like everyone was avoiding him. Not that I didn't know why, he was dressed a little out of the ordinary. However, I don't think the pity stares I earned were necessary, he's not going to be killing me. Hopefully. 

Either way, he seems like a very nice and misunderstood kid. Some people were just assholes.

The teacher walked in, making the class go silent. 

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Suddenly, the intercom chimed. 

“Will Marcus D Angelo please make his way to the office? Marcus D Angelo, thank you.”

Everyone turned towards him, watching him make his way out of the classroom. 

A few minutes later and London Oswald came in. He had a black eye…

He sat next to me and pushed Marcus's stuff to the side, setting his binder on the desk. 

“Uh, Marcus is sitting there...”

“He won't be coming back anyway, you see this?” He points to his black eye. “That fucker did it. And it's only because I made a simple, harmless joke.”

“What was the joke about?”

“Nothing serious, really! It was a joke about how he looked emo and shit. He didn't have to give me a fucking black eye.”

I stayed quiet. I didn't know Marcus was sensitive like that. 

London sighed. 

“Look, I don't know if y'all are friends or something, but don't worry, he's not suspended. Just got sent home early.”

Marcus came in and swiftly gathered his stuff. I couldn't see his eyes, but I could tell he was glaring at London. He looked at me and shot me a quick smile before disappearing again. 

London sighed.

“Listen, man, I like you, you're a good teammate, and you don't take shit from no one. My only advice to you is to stay away from him.”

I bit my lip and ruffled my hair.

Maybe he's right.

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[captain-mj]

Monster handler?

With a portion of PriceGraves on the side please?

Yeah, I can do that :) Little short because I did not have much time

Price looked at Graves. Their mission, unrelated to Graves's project but he agreed to tag along for the fun of it, had been a perfect success.

Graves looked radiant. His wings were a silkie color and they fit his frame well. But just like with Alex and Ghost, he looked wrong. There was an air. The shadows were darker. Proportions wrong. When he looked at him though, his heart skipped a beat.

"John." He tilted his head. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm good." Price smiled. "It's been fun, doing missions like old times."

Graves hummed. "I did miss your attention." He smiled, looking just like the sergeant Price met once.

Price reached over, tracing the little scar on his cheek. "Graves, can I ask you something?"

"I'll try to tell you the truth." Graves smiled and leaned into his hand.

"Did you volunteer for this?"

Graves laughed. "John, you're so funny." He pulled away from him and pulled away. "Exfil is going to leave soon."

Price grabbed his wrist and was immediately yanked forward so hard he fell to his knees. Graves dragged him along and he had to just get his feet underneath him or fall. "You didn't did you?"

"I just got back. Six years I haven't seen you and you can't put this aside for now?" Graves looked at him, scowling. "Not important. What's important is I am what I am and I've done well for myself." He let go of Price who quickly found his footing.

"I'm just checking in. At one point, I was your lieutenant. I worried when you just..."

"Don't." Graves marched forward, shifting as easily as sand moving. "I did just fine without you."

Price winced, but he followed him. Like he would've done back then. Like he wanted to do.

It was selfish and stupid and it was good that he was stopped from just deserting.

But God he would've followed him anywhere.

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Laswell sighed and patted Ghost's head. "Darling, it's not like that."

Ghost was more embarrassed by his little outburst than upset right now. He could tell Soap was trying not to get upset and he couldn't blame him. Soap sat in the other chair in Laswell's office but he wasn't looking at him.

Laswell continued when he didn't respond. "Graves is an old friend of his which is why he volunteered. Shepherd was the one who said you should be handled by someone else. Nothing you did wrong."

Ghost hated that she was so good at making him feel better. She reminded him too much of his mom. He eventually stopped her head pats, overwhelmed by the touch, but he nodded.

"Thanks, Katy."

"Anytime." She smiled. "Don't freak out so much okay?"

Ghost nodded, again feeling really embarrassed. Soap had been a genius to ask.

"Take the day off. Both of you."

Soap was rushing out the door and Ghost was on his heels. Before he even got down the hallway, Ghost grabbed him and picked him up.

"Hey! Put me down!" Soap lightly hit his shoulder and kicked his feet.

Ghost thought for just a moment and went outside. He ignored the Scottish cursings in favor of going straight up the building. Soap quickly quieted in exchange for holding on to Ghost for dear life.

"What are you doing?"

"Simon?"

"Okay, listen, I promise not to try to be your handler anymore okay? It'll just be on paper. We can just be friends, fuck buddies whatever you want, please just don't throw me off the building."

Ghost stopped at the top. "You really think I was going to kill you?" He turned around and sat down, pulling Soap securely to his chest. He put his head on top of Soap's.

Soap froze underneath him, a little overwhelmed and refusing to look down. "Uh... Maybe?" His grip tightened.

"No. This is my favorite spot on base. I wanted to show it to you."

Soap nodded. "Uh huh... why?"

Ghost buried his face in Soap's hair, wings curling around him instinctively. "Oh... i just.... You know."

"You're apologizing."

Ghost didn't say anything.

"You're hoping by showing your underbelly, I'll forgive you yelling at me."

Ghost sank further into him. "is it working?"

Soap laughed. "Ghost, i wasn't... mad. More just upset. It felt like you were pushing me away, again." He turned to him. "I've been putting everything I got into making you comfortable. Doing my best to keep you healthy and here."

Ghost kissed him for a moment, holding him tight. "You're doing great... I'm sorry for being... difficult."

Soap shrugged. "After everything you've been through, I think you earned the right to be a little difficult."

Ghost didn't want to be though. And he wouldn't. He wanted to be better. Earn those praises Soap gave him so easily. He didn't tell Soap this though, instead just kissing him senseless where no one could see them.

Taglist: @nalawayward @joltom @azure-winter-crow @korym @cod-hyperfixation @thychuvaluswife @revenge-of-the-bucket-demon @commie-ghost

[blueicequeen19]

What Now? Pt. 3

Warnings: fighting, angst, somno, unprotected sex

I turn away from the scene in front of me and quickly make my way back towards my car, my throat tightening with the need to cry and scream my heart out. I couldn't believe this. I wouldn't believe it if someone told me but seeing her hand on his dick confirmed it. He wanted Chelsea back. All that shit he said was a fucking lie.

"Y/N! Wait!" I hear him coming after me and I take off in a run, seeing my car parked in the distance. I couldn't do this. I wouldn't. I would not beg him to choose me. At this rate, I never wanted to see him again. "Fucking stop!" I get my hand on the handle just as arms wrap around my waist and tear me away.

"Why are you running? Afraid of what I have to say?" JJ snaps, his body pressed into my back was almost enough to distract me.

"Get off of me! I don't care what you have to say!" I cry, thrashing in his arms but he doesn't let me go. If anything he holds me tighter.

"You don't care? Maybe I want to hear more about this Touron you fucked." JJ bites out and I freeze, dread setting in. He knows. He wouldn't bring it up right now unless he knew. "Yea, that's what I thought. You fucking lied to me." His arms released me and I suddenly wanted nothing more than him to hold me against him again. I turn around, fighting back tears as he glares at me with glassy eyes. He'd been drinking again.

"That was before I knew how you felt. It didn't mean anything." I sob. JJ backs away, shaking his head as his own eyes fill with tears.

"It. Means. Everything." His hand clutches his chest like he's struggling to breathe, blinking back the tears so they don't fall.

"It was stupid. I knew he wouldn't make a big deal about it. I knew it would mean nothing to him."

"You lied to me and now you're making excuses for him. You slept with the enemy! You gave part of yourself to him. Would you have even told me the truth? Do you know he was bragging about it to Kelc and Topper? How he enjoyed training you." I can't say anything. I don't know if I'd have ever told him the truth out of fear of losing him. Now it was too late. JJ turns away but I catch his hand. He tries to pull away but I don't let him, wrapping my arms around his waist in one more desperate attempt.

"Please don't walk away. Don't do this. Don't use Chelsea to punish me. Tell me how to fix it and I'll do it." I cry. JJ scoffs, refusing to look at me as his bottom lip trembles. "We talk it out, right? Let's talk. Please don't shut me out." His hazy blue eyes land on me, piercing me with his anger.

"That was before you lied to me. I feel like I don't even know you! You know everything Rafe did to us and you did it anyway." My heart crumbles as JJ yanks away from me and makes his way back the way he came. Back to Chelsea. I throw the door open of my car and plop down in the seat as heartbreak threatens to suffocate me.

I woke up with a start, someone was rummaging around in the kitchen. It had to be late. My head was still heavy from the weed and alcohol. I could barely keep my eyes open but I managed to climb out of bed. I peek my head outside my bedroom door to see JJ looking through the fridge without a care in the world. I watch as he makes a bologna sandwich, piled high with just about anything you can add to a sandwich along with potato chips. He smashes the top slice of bread on top before he chows down, groaning with happiness. He was way fucked up. I'm about to shut my door when his eyes land on mine and he smiles, taking another bite of his sandwich. I should let him be but I missed him so much. I just wanted to be in his company.

"Munchies, J?" I half-joke as I stay propped up in my doorway. JJ offers another goofy grin before finishing his food and downing it with more beer.

"That was the best sandwich I've ever had in my life." JJ toes his boots off then pulls his shirt off, chest glistening with sweat. I can't help the desire that shoots through me as I look at his muscular body. Especially now that I knew what that prominent V led to.

"Do you need help getting to bed?" I ask. My eyes widen as he strips out of his shorts and pulls his socks off. Does he think he's in his bedroom?

"No, my bed is right there." He points to the kitchen table and I roll my eyes. JJ stumbles towards me and I have no choice but to catch him as he comes half way into my bedroom instead of his. He goes limp in my arms just as I get him to the bed and I manage to turn him on his side in case he vomits. I push his hair out of his face just as he starts to snore softly. I crawl in beside him, careful not to get too close in case he wakes up and becomes angry over being in my bed. I let my eyes trail over his bare back and the muscles on display before I turn on my side and fall back asleep.

Intense pleasure between my legs along with a sudden gush of liquid has me jerking awake. The pleasure grows more intense and I suddenly can't tell if I'm still dreaming or not.

"Holy shit, you just came in your sleep." I look back over my shoulder, JJ pressed against my back while holding one of my legs open. I reach between my legs, feeling where he's inside me. I moan, sinking against him as he fucks me deep and slow. I reach back and tangle my hand in his hair, diving head first into the pleasure. A small voice in the back of my head told me we'd regret this in the morning. In the morning, he'd hate me again so we should stop. We should stop.

"J, we should stop. I don't want you to regret this. You're wasted." I mumble, rolling my hips back against him. I felt like I was floating.

"I can't stop. I can't." His lips find my neck and I gasp as his teeth graze that sensitive spot behind my ear, giving me butterflies. I didn't have the strength to stop either. I don't realize how loud I'm getting until his hand snakes up my body and covers my mouth, his grunts echoing in my ears. His hips snapped forward harder, my back molded perfectly to his front while he fucks me. "Play with your pussy. Rub your clit for me. You can do it." His lustful voice has my eyes ready to roll back as I quickly move my hand between my thighs. As soon as I touch the sensitive bud, my body tightens around him and he growls, burying his face in my neck. My body ignites with my orgasm causing me to cry out into his hand, my body trembling like a leaf. JJ suddenly yanks out, releasing all over my ass with a pained groan while I fight to catch my breath.

"Shit." I hear him groan. I feel him wipe me clean then he drops back down on the bed, sleep taking hold of me once again.

The thing about roommates is that no one cares if you're sleeping. Certainly not in this house. I sit up, yanking on a pair of sleep pants while a dull throb settles into my head. My bed was empty so the person throwing a fit in the other room had to be JJ. I throw the bedroom door open and find JJ in his room, sorting through the mess like he's looking for something.

"Do you mind?" I snap, blinking my eyes against the sunlight pouring in from his window. JJ glares back at me.

"I assume the cum on my dick is from you?" His words are a knife to the heart but I don't let it show.

"Um, I woke up with your dick inside of me. You came on to me."

"Why was I in your bed?"

"Because that's where you put yourself."

"You couldn't kick me out?"

"I'm sorry. Next time I'll push you in the floor." I say sarcastically.

JJ ignores me now, rummaging through his room some more. If I had to bet money, he was either looking for his phone or his lighter. Both seemed to be a lifeline for him. I shake my head and shut myself in my room, willing the tears to just leave me alone.

[acidmatze]

I'll be there for you (Yes, like the Friends theme) Chapter 1

Figured since i'm awake with stomach cramps i might as well just.. post this here? The fanfic I've been working on. Not beta-read, self-indulgend, extremely unprofessional, you know the drill. Im a carpenter not a writer I dont know what im doing.

Summary: After being in a coma for two years Vash wakes up, not being able to remember Anything that has happened since he was "a teenager". How is he gonna adapt to living in a world so strange and unfamilliar?

Pairings: None so far

Warnings: Vash has panic attacks sometimes. Hospital setting (for now). Is "This is Extremely slow-paced" a warning...? It is now.

Words: ~2.8k Chapters: 2 3 4 5

In a hospital bed somewhere in December City Vash wakes up, seemingly for the first time. Or rather, it feels like the first time to him. Or the first time in a long time. Must've been a really long night. He can't even remember if he dreamt anything.

But something is off, the smell is different, the noises are different. There are noises he doesn't know, lots of them.

His eyes had been closed until now but as soon as he opens them he wishes he never had.

This ceiling is not the ceiling of his room. This is not his bed. And quite frankly, this body doesn't feel right either.

Maybe this is just a weird nightmare. Maybe this is the reason Luida says he shouldn't snack before going to bed. Weird nightmares that feel way too realistic.

Maybe Vash can get himself to wake up from this? He wants to pinch himself with his left hand but the pinch never happens. Before he can panic about this the door flings open.

„Doctor, he's awake now!“

Doctor?? Where the hell is he? What kind of fucked up nightmare is this?

Vash sits up, ready to jump off the bed and make a run for it, to figure out where he is but there are needles in his right hand.

Needles connected to tiny tubes that are connected to... medical devices of some sort. Vash has never seen anything like them before.

There's also a screen with numbers and a zig-zaggy line that is currently going haywire.

It also beeps a whole lot, way too fast and shrill.

Vash wants to rip the tiny needles out, they hurt, but before he can do anything an adult man pushes him back on the bed.

„Calm down!“ the man shouts, ironically.

How is Vash supposed to calm down in this situation? What the hell is even happening?

„Should i get a sedative, doctor?“ a nurse asks.

„No, he will be fine without one. He's just a bit confused, we will sort this out soon.“

A bit confused??

Vash tries to bite the doctor, but he's feeling sluggish and the doctor just yanks his hand away and laughs.

„Hey! Hey! I don't want to hurt you! Please just lie back down, I promise it will all be okay. No need to get mad at me.“

The (apparently) doctor slowly pushes Vash back onto the bed. As much as Vash wants to struggle, he feels way too tired, even though he just slept. At least he assumes he slept. Who even knows. He for sure doesn't know anything right now.

„Okay good. I don't want to strap you to the bed or something.“

How dare the doctor chuckle now. Vash wants to bite him again.

All this confusion is making him weirdly angry so he glares at the man who's now making himself comfortable at the other end of the bed.

„Good morning. It's been a while. You've been slipping in and out of consciousness for a while now, maybe for the past month or so? But now you're properly awake I assume. Well, you're reacting to things and all, quite obviously.“

The past... month?

„Before I startle you even more, let's talk about the things you do know, before I tell you things you don't know. Do you know your name? My name is Dr. Nichols, by the way.“

„....Vash.“ Vash croaks with a voice very unfamiliar to him. He remembers Brad made fun of his voice breaking once.

„Do you know how old you are?“

„Luida said, when someone asks me I have to say I'm 15.“

Where's Luida? Where's Brad?

„Ah... well... See, here's the scary thing. You're not 15 anymore. Do you want to know how old you are?“ Wait, he's not „15“ anymore? How much time has passed? And what actually happened in the first place? Why does his body feel so weird? It's uncomfortable and itching and painful all over and there's a weird pulling feeling on his left arm, as if his skin is too tight. Vash wants to reach over to scratch himself but he can't because the tiny needles are hurting if he lifts his hand too much.

He nods.

„Do you want your biological age or chronological one?“

„My... what?“

„Biological means what your body thinks how old you are. Chronological means how old official papers think you are.“

„Uuuuuuh....“ „Let's start with the easier one for now. Your biological age is.. well... about 28.“

Hes old now???

28 is almost 30 and that is ancient! That's probably even older than Luida is!

Vash sinks deeper into the pillow and groans. He feels like he's supposed to have a job now and do Taxes, whatever those are, but Luida joked about them once and said it's a thing they had to do on earth once a year when you're an adult.

Dr. Nichols let out a sigh.

„So since you thought you are '15' I don't think you remember anything that happened, right?“

What is there to remember? He remembers eating dinner with everyone and feeding the Thomases. He remembers writing in his diary. He remembers playwrestling with Brad. He remembers the Plants. He remembers when he tried to ride a Thomas for the first time and was just chucked off unceremoniously and faceplanted in the sand last year.

Last year?

If he's Old now it can't have been last year.

He also remembers his body not hurting like he got run over with a jeep, by the way.

He still can't feel his left arm... Must've been lying in a super weird position for a long time.

He did that once and then his leg fell asleep so badly when he wanted to get up he just flopped on the floor like a slinky. As if his brain forgot his leg was still there.

„The last thing I remember is seeing a super weird cloud in the sky and telling Brad about it and he said it looks like a Worm riding a bicycle.“ Vash answers truthfully.

Dr. Nichols starts laughing heartily.

„Do you even know what a bicycle is?“

Vash shakes his head and the doctor laughs even louder.

„I'll show you one day. But now I will call a nurse so we can get those off of you.“ He points at the tiny needles. „I don't think you need these anymore. You hopefully do remember how to eat and drink. You certainly remember how to swallow, or else we would have a strong case of flooding in your bed right now.“

„Of course I know how to eat! And drink!“

The doctor pushes a button and a few seconds later a nurse comes in. He murmurs something in her ear and with a few quick movements the tiny needles are pulled out of Vash's hand and he can move again.

„Oh yeah and please get him a soda when you come back, would you be so kind?“ „Soda...?“

„You'll like it.“

Now Vash can finally adress the itchy skin issue. He reaches over and -

The doctor grabs his wrist.

Vash kicks his legs in frustration and lets out an agonised yell.

„Noooo! It itches! I want to scratch my arm!“

The doctor sighs once again.

Oh no. What now?

„Please promise me you won't bite me but... you only have one arm left. Which would be your right. The one I am holding. You know how to tell left from right?“

What?

The screen behind the bed starts beeping again as Vash's breath rapidly quickens.

What does he mean he only has one arm left?

Just.. just what happened?

He glances very briefly down his left side.

The sleeve of his hospital shirt is cut halfway and has been tied in a knot. There is neither a hand nor an elbow, just a big great nothing.

Vash glances back to the doctor and he feels cold sweat running down his face.

And then he pukes.

He doesn't even notice that sudden nausea overcame him, the need to puke was quicker.

„Oh dear oh dear, we need a bucket here.“ the Doctor rambles while grabbing a towel from somewhere and patting awkwardly on the stained bedding.

How could Vash bite when he feels like he's about to pass out?

The nurse comes back with a big tall glass but puts it haphazardly on the ground before rushing over with paper towels to clean up the puke.

„What happened?“ she asks with a very worried voice.

„We just made a shocking discovery...“

„Was there no other way to tell him?“

Now the nurse gently pats with a soft tissue around Vash's face.

Oh, he's crying.

He grabs the tissue and loudly blows his nose.

The nurse strokes through his hair in an attempt to calm him down but it only makes Vash cry harder as he realises how long it got. It almost reaches his shoulders.

He needs a haircut badly.

Why is he thinking about haircuts while hysterically crying? What's next? The colour of the wallpaper?

It's a very ugly grey, by the way.

„He wanted to scratch his arm, so if I hadn't said anything he would've noticed himself anyway.“

„What happened to me?“ Vash manages to get out between sobs and his attempts to not choke on his snot.

Dr. Nichols looks at him with a very bitter expression.

„That is the thing. We have no idea. In terms of your arm I can say it wasn't done surgically. No doctor has ever touched it before. Well, before our surgeon worked on it. The way the muscles and bones restructured themselves was a ticking time bomb, you would've gotten a lot of issues with that arm sooner or later. But that is not really important to you right now, I guess. You did seem to have used a prosthetic but it is Lost Technology and sadly it broke along the way and we have no idea how it functions. I'm sorry I can't give you the answers you are looking for.“

The nurse is still stroking Vash's hair. Who is still crying, but less hysterically now.

Reality is slowly starting to sink in.

He is not Home. He has no idea how much time exactly has passed or where he is. No idea of how he got here and what happened in the apparently long time between his last memory and Now.

He has lost his left arm and doesn't know why or how or when.

His body hurts and he doesn't know why either.

Vash closes his eyes and sighs veeeeeeeery deeply.

Something cold clinks against his forehead.

„Don't you go back to sleep on me, young man. We got you a soda.“

Vash opens his eyes again and wants to grab the glass with his le- oh yeah he can't do that anymore.

He reaches out again with his right hand and grabs the glass.

The liquid is weirdly sparkly and smells sweet. It's also not clear but has a light yellow colour. The sparkly bits seem to dance on the surface and some are jumping out off the glass on Vash's skin.

He takes a cautious sip. It's... sweet. Syrupy. Almost unbearably so.

He has no words to describe what exactly he tastes beyond knowing that it's sweet and tastes like something he has never experienced before. At least he thinks so.

The sparkling in his mouth feels weird and he can hearit. In his mouth. That is kind of scary, but it doesn't hurt.

It scratches a bit as he swallows.

The second sip doesn't feel so strong anymore, it's actually kind of pleasant.

„I think we have talked about enough stressful things for today. Do you want to get out of bed? Think you can do it?“ the doctor asks.

„Unless you suddenly tell me I'm also missing a leg I know how to walk.“

The doctor lets out a chortle.

„You found your humor very quickly I see.“ He and the nurse steady Vash as he sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed.

„We exercised your body to keep your muscles from atroph- from getting weaker but of course that's no replacement for voluntary movement. You're going to be a bit wobbly for a while.“ The doctor explains.

And he is.

That's weird. Vash used to run around a lot. He ran up and down the dunes for fun. He chased the Thomases.

But now his legs were shaking just from standing.

He was also much higher up than he remembered, almost eye level with the top doorframe and easily towering over the doctor and the nurse.

„Careful now. Where do you want to go?“

Vash pointed at the window.

„The window. I want to see outside!“

With the help of the nurse and the doctor Vash hobbles over to the window.

He didn't know what he expected to see, probably sand, some more sand and even more sand, but he instead sees..... houses? Maybe?

He had only ever had them described to him in words and with Brads truthfully terrible drawings so Vash wasn't sure what he was actually looking at.

Buildings, of some sort. Very tall and kinda narrow. One of them has a glass front which reflects the suns. The others are in more muted colours and made of something Vash couldn't identify.

He counts the stories.

The tallest building, the one with the glass, is twelf stories high. The others were shorter.

Vash leans against the windowsill so he could look around better.

The building he is in seemed not to be very high, maybe four stories or so but it was build on a hill of some sort?

He looks down and is surprised by how many people he sees walking around. None of them is wearing what Brad, Luida and the others were wearing. It was all Other Clothes. Are they easier to get Now? Apparently they are cuz everyone is wearing them.

A group of teenagers with backpacks is passing by. They are laughing and pushing each other around, one of them almost stumbles into a guy with a suitcase.

Another one is kicking a ball.

Vash turns around and looks at the doctor in surprise.

„Where... where are we?“

„December City.“ That name sounds vaguely familiar for some reason but Vash has no idea why.

He stares back outside, as if the outside could give him an answer.

It didn't, of course, he only sees even more puzzling things.

Two young men are walking around, one of them tapping around on a weird-looking wrist band and then talking to it, holding it up to his ear and then talking again.

Vash hears him yelling „What? I can't hear you very well right now, there's so many people around!“ at the wrist band thing, ironically it also was very muffled through the window.

The other guy is holding a rectangle-shaped box on his shoulder that is blaring music. A radio? Vash had always expected them to look smaller.

The wrist band guy shoves the radio guy and gestures him to turn the music down, then he is yelling at the wrist band again.

When Vash looked more to the right he sees what Luida had called a Road. On it are a few vehicles that look a bit like the jeeps that Vash knows, but smaller.

„So... a city is like a settlement but bigger...?“

The doctor chuckles.

„Very much so. We climbed up to 400k lately.“

Vash can't even imagine so many people. At Home they were maybe two dozens?

„How does this work? Where is Everything coming from? Are there Plants? How?“

The doctors pats Vash's shoulder.

„We will explain it all to you in due time. For now just rest easy knowing that everything is taken care of. Are you hungry? It is lunch time soon. We could also bring you books, or the newspaper if you wanna feel like an adult. Or something to play with, if you would rather avoid that for now. In the evening a lady will come over. She will be your physical therapist. You are down by an arm, so there will be a lot of things you have to relearn again and she will help you.“

Vash thought it over in his head.

Did he want anything? Anything in particular?

„Uuh... I had a red jacket. Is it still here? And uuh... can I have some Other Clothes? Like...“ He points outside.

„Sure! Actually, we have the clothes you came in with in your closet here. Anything else?“

„Can i have another... Soda? And I had a diary but I guess that's gone now. But i want to write stuff down. And maybe something to draw with?“

The doctor grins.

„You know, we will bring you all that and some other things you may like. I doubt you know what video games are but you might enjoy them. Also candy. Who doesn't like candy?“

[vexicwrites]

Emotional

Summary: in which I continue to ask the question but what if no murder in season 3?

Warnings: Dick Grayson actually has emotions? shocking

Dick breathed a sigh of relief when he and Dawn returned to the manor to find Hank still alive. Superboy had managed to disarm the bomb and remove it, flying it out of the building mere seconds before Dawn had pulled the trigger that Jason had rigged to set it off. Dawn had collapsed in grief when she'd realized and now she was sobbing and apologizing to Hank, kissing him while he recovered in bed from the impromptu surgeries. Dick opted to let them have some privacy and focus his attention on finding Jason, ignoring the jealousy that threatened to surge forward as he headed down to the Batcave. Gar was using the Batcomputer when Dick entered the room.

"Anything interesting?"

Gar shook his head and turned to face him, "nah, Jason's gone off the radar again. You look like shit, did you even shower when you got home?"

Dick ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "no, I wanted to make sure Hank was okay first."

"How is he?" Gar asked and Dick shoved his hands in his pockets, crossing over to take a better look at the computer screen.

"Alive, thanks to Conner. But Jason's still out there somewhere and I need to find him before he does anything else."

Gar frowned, "I don't get it. What made him turn bad?"

The question kept echoing in his head as he showered. Jason had always been a good kid, a little hotheaded maybe, but never truly malicious. So what had made him into the violent sociopath he was now? He had no answer, no matter how much he tortured himself with the question.

He was towel drying his hair when he heard a soft knock on the door. He tensed momentarily, still on edge from the day's activities, but relaxed when he recognized Hank's voice.

"Hey, can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure," he called out, quickly finishing drying off and pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

Hank entered the room, looking better than he had before but still pale.

"How are you feeling?" Dick asked, yanking a shirt on as well.

"I've been better," Hank replied with a wry smile.

"Sorry, dumb question. Should you be up?"

"I haven't been able to be up, I'm fine. Besides, you still owe me that pizza." He joked and Dick cracked a grin.

"Don't think they deliver this late. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. How's Dawn?" Dick asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Hank's smile softened and he sighed, "she's better. Still shaken up but better."

Dick nodded and they lapsed into silence.

"I'm sorry. About all this," Dick said after a while, gesturing aimlessly.

Hank snorted. "The fuck are you apologizing for? You're not the one who put a bomb in me."

"I'm the one who asked you to come here in the first place, if it wasn't for me-"

"Fuck off, Grayson, I'm a big boy, I make my own decisions. If I didn't want to come help you out I wouldn't have. Besides, I'm the one who made the choice to go help the little shit without telling anybody because he pretended he needed someone. If anyone besides Jason is at fault for what happened it's me for letting him get the drop on me."

Dick was silent for a long moment before he spoke quietly, "I was worried about you."

Hank looked at him, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"I know we don't always see eye to eye but you're my friend and I was worried about you." Dick continued.

Hank didn't say anything, just looked at him for a beat before placing a hand on Dick's shoulder.

"I thought about when I hung up on you all fucking evening, wondering what if that had been the last time we'd talked and I hadn't even fucking said goodbye. We lost Donna and Jason and I didn't want to think about losing you too," Dick admitted, feeling exposed.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd laid his feelings out like this, the last time he'd ever been vulnerable with another person, probably the answer was never.

"Dick-" Hank started, squeezing his shoulder.

"God, Hank, I can't...I can't lose you." Dick muttered, massaging the bridge of his nose and forehead as though that could make the stress and uncomfortable vulnerability go away. He suddenly felt so incredibly tired and could feel a headache beginning as the day finally caught up with him.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm not going anywhere," Hank reassured him, sitting next to him and pulling him into a gentle hug.

Dick resisted for a beat before finally giving in and relaxing into the embrace, feeling the tension begin to drain out of him. They sat there for a long moment before finally pulling away and Hank gave him a small smile.

"Get some sleep, kid, you look like you're about to fall over."

Dick nodded and Hank let himself out, leaving Dick alone in the room. He sat there for a moment before finally lying down, his mind racing with everything that had happened. It was a long time before he finally fell into a fitful sleep.

[eddiesbabe95]

Unsaid Eddie (Part 4)

The three boys rushed through the remainders of the past they never wish to visit again. Steve hadn't realized it, but Eddie had a tight grip to both him and Dustin's hands, never once letting go of either one.

Eddie knew why he kept his hands on both of them. And it wasn't for them. It was for himself. He had to keep telling himself in his mind this is real, they are real and they are here with you, Eddie. He hated that he even doubted it, but being alone in for so long in this type of place had really done a number on him, but he would keep that to himself for as long as he could. Forever, if that was possible.

Once they reached the gate, Steve looked up to see it was barely open enough for them to fit through. "Shit guys, we have to hurry." He nodded towards Dustin. "You, you're going up first," Steve grabbed Dustin's hand and pulled him towards the rope dangling. Dustin wanted to argue but he knew they didn't have the time.

He grabbed and started his climb and once he was through to the other side, Steve looked at Eddie. "You're next," Steve said to him. Eddie just looked at him. "Nah, you should go next, I'll go last," Eddie said, smiling weakly at him.

"Nope, you've been here long enough, up you go," Steve pulled on Eddie this time and Eddie didn't fight him, despite wanting to. He knew if he wanted to get both of them out of there, he would just have to go. Steve's stubbornness would get the both of them trapped in there and Eddie was not staying a moment longer.

Once Eddie was safely on the other side, Steve grabbed the rope and began to climb. Once he was half way up, the hole began to finish closing. "Steve!" Dustin screamed and El ran to the hole. "STAND BACK!" she told the entire group. Eddie didn't listen, his eyes never breaking Steve's.

"Come on, El. We can't leave him there. You don't know what it's like," Eddie begged her. Steve looked up at Eddie, hearing everything he was telling her. He realized Eddie was a lot more than just wounded from being in the Upside Down for so long.

The kids grabbed the rope and all of the sudden in one swift movement, Steve was yanked out of the hole and onto his back. He landed onto a pile of teens and wrapped into their arms.

"Oh my god, thank god you're okay," Lucas said. "I couldn't lose you. I've already lost one brother. I can't lose you too," said Max, sobbing into Steve's shoulder. He turned and grabbed the redhead's arm and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm here, I'm okay." He assured her. He felt horrible for making them think as though he wouldn't be. If only these kids knew he needed them as much as they needed him.

"Steve? You good, man?" Eddie came up and asked, Steve could see the panic in his dark eyes. It broke his heart even more. "Yeah, yeah I'm good. Thanks, Munson." He reached his hand out for "support" to get up but in all actuality, he just wanted to touch Eddie again.

Eddie didn't mind. He was thanking his lucky stars to touch Steve again. He grabbed his hand and probably a little too abruptly, pulled him to his feet, causing Steve to bump his chest into Eddie's.

"By the way, cool vest," Eddie smirks down at his own vest that Steve is wearing. Steve feels his cheeks heat up.

"Uh, thanks. Someone that means quite a lot to me gave it to me before this big battle, and I uh. Well, I haven't been able to take it off since the day I thought I lost him. Felt like he was still here with me when I kept it on, so I did." Steve looks down.

Eddie knows. Eddie sees it. Eddie feels his heart race in his chest. "Holy shit." he says in a voice just above a whisper.

Eddie knows it. He knows that Steve Harrington is in love with him. The kids start heading towards the RV, so Eddie takes his chance.

"Hey Steve?" He clears his throat, his nerves already bunching up inside. "Yeah man, what's up?" Steve says, slowly walking towards the RV, next to his side.

Eddie swallowed hard. He didn't want to just throw out Hey, I like you. Like a lot a lot. And I think you might like me too? Let's be more than friends. He was worried he would scare away the one person who understood him more than anyone else in the world. But he also knew that he couldn't beat around the bush anymore.

Eddie takes a deep breath. "Steve, look. Remember back to the night of the battle? When we parted ways for the final time?" Eddie hated bringing it up. He knew that Steve probably tried forgetting about that night. Especially if he was right about his feelings towards Eddie.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah I do. Why?" Steve feels his throat swelling. If there was ever a time to tell Eddie how he felt about him, it is right now. He is literally giving him the perfect opportunity to tell him, and fuck everything and everyone if he is going to be a coward.

"You know how I stopped you and told you to make him pay?" Eddie says, his heart is thudding so loudly in his ears, he almost believes Steve can hear it.

Steve, on the other hand is thinking back to that exact moment. "Hey Steve?"

Eddie hollers for Steve.

Steve turns around. This is it. Steve thinks to himself. Eddie is going to tell me he has feelings for me and then I can just slide into it with "Me too, Eddie. Me too" and everything is going to be okay.

Everything was not okay. Eddie did want to tell Steve he had feelings for him. That's exactly what he planned to do. But just like Steve, Eddie felt like a coward in that moment and backed out.

"Well, that wasn't what I initially wanted to tell you, Steve." Eddie sighed. Steve stopped walking. He turned to look at Eddie this time.

"Tell me." Steve said, his words smooth.

Eddie stopped walking too. He looked into Steve's eyes. "What?"

"Tell me like it's that night again. Like you didn't say what you already did. Tell me what you wanted to tell me." Steve stepped a step closer to him.

Eddie swallowed. "Uhm, okay.." He fiddled with the rings on his hands. Eddie wasn't the one to get nervous. But something about Steve Harrington brought out every side of him he wasn't used to showing.

"Steve, before you go and fight Vecna the dark Lord. There's something I gotta tell you man." Eddie looked up at Steve.

Steve grasped at the sides of the vest. He much rather be holding onto Eddie, but he didn't want to push him. He wasn't sure Eddie was about to admit he had feelings for him, even though all of the signs pointed towards it, but he knew he had to at least hear what Eddie really wanted to tell him that night.

And then Steve could finally tell Eddie what he's been wanting to say to him since that night too. Whether Eddie felt the same or not.

"Sure, what's up?" Steve tried his best to remain cool and composed, even though his voice was failing him.

Eddie gave him a small smile and Steve swore he melted into a puddle.

"Jesus, Harrington. You know, you have made this super fucking hard to say, but yet, you've made it the easiest thing to do in my entire life." Eddie lets out a laugh and Steve feels like the sun had been ripped from the sky and been placed inside a human. This human. Eddie.

Eddie was his sunshine. And for the first time in a long time, Steve smiled. A real smile.

"Made what easy?" Steve laughed with him, not being able to hold back anymore.

Eddie laughed a second longer and then stopped. He looked directly into Steve's eyes like he was looking into his soul. Eddie felt as though he could see his whole life appear before him and it was the push he needed to spit the words out.

"To fall in love with you." Eddie's eyes searched Steve's. Steve felt his heart race and thud and he couldn't believe what he just heard come from the very man he too, had fallen in love with.

"You... you love me?" Steve said, tears beginning to fall from his eyes as his feet led him closer to the metal head he had been hopelessly falling for since the day he had him pinned up against that boat house wall by a broken beer bottle.

"I fucking love you Steve Harrington," Eddie says, stepping closer to him. "Do you feel the same?"

Part 5 here

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

Mack Sleeps With Charity.

Could this be the end of the line for Aaron and him?

Mackron Fanfic

Mack woke up in Charity's bed "Please tell me we didnt" he said.

"We did. Three times" smiled Charity with a smug look on her face.

"That was the biggest mistake of my life" he replied.

"Well thanks for that" said Charity getting out of the bed.

"Well in for a penny in for a pound" Mack said yanking Charity back into bed.

"Well you haven't lost it Mack" said Charity after they had sex.

"Wow. A compliment" said Mack "You usually say I'm useless"

"Well I've got to keep you keen" smiled Charity.

"Right come on let's share a shower" said Charity "I've got to go to work"

Mack and Charity arrived at the pub where Chas was opening up..

"You're late" said Chas looking at Mack and Charity.

"Well this one wouldn't let me get out of bed" Charity replied with an exagerated sweet smile.

"Please tell me you two didn't" said Chas.

"We did. About four times" said Charity feeling pleased that the whole pub heard her.

"You've just killed your marriage stone dead" said Chas to Mackenzie. "I wouldn't want to be you when Aaron finds out. You've not only cheated on him you've cheated on Chloe and Lucy as well"

"Well he shouldnt have taken my daughter away from me" said Mack.

"That's no excuse" Chas replied "And as for you Charity you should be ashamed of yourself. Everyone knows youve been after him for months"

"Well I didn't exactly force him into anything" said Charity.

"No but you took advantage of him when he was drunk" snapped Chas.

"I'd better go and tell Aaron" said Mack "Before somebody else does"

"Too right and the pub was full last night and everybody saw you eating the faces off each other" said Chas "So good luck with that"

"Where is he" Mack asked Caleb as he hammered on the door of Aaron's flat.

"I'm not his keeper" Caleb replied "You and Charity were very friendly in the pub last night. You were practically ripping the clothes off her. Can't wait to see how Aaron reacts when he finds out"

"Where is he?" Mack asked again.

"I don't know he left with Lucy and little Isla" said Caleb "Tried ringing him?"

"Yes and he just cuts me off" replied Mack.

"If I were you I'd go home to your little red head. She'll definitely want to know where you were all night" said Caleb "Oh here she is now"

"Where have you been all night" Chloe asked.

"I stayed at Charity's" Mack replied.

"Did you sleep with her?" Chloe said getting angrier by the minute.

"Yes" Mack replied.

"You absolute pig" she yelled throwing a jar of jam at him that she'd just bought. "I'm leaving you and I'll send someone round for my stuff later"

"Fine by me" said Mack wiping the jam off his shoes.

"Well that went well" smirked Caleb.

"It sure did" said Mack "To be honest I'll be glad to see the back of her. She costs me a fortune in Internet shopping. And she's the least of my worries"

"I'll say" laughed Caleb "He's got a temper on him has Aaron. Have you looked in the mirror lately, you've still got bruises where he beat you the last time. You a glutton for punishment or what?"

"Well at least I'm gonna take the bull by the horns and tell him" said Mack.

"He'll be Raging Bull I should imagine" laughed Caleb. "I should go home if I were you. Aaron and Lucy had a suitcase with them so I guess wherever they are it's an over night stay"

Mack arrived home to be greeted by his cocapoo puppy "Well Dexter it looks like me you and the telly" he said opening a bottle of whisky.

5.11.23.

[hskwon]

我讨厌他: I HATE HIM

pairing: bestfriend!seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack.

崔承哲: your bestfriend choi seungcheol brings you home after hoshi invites you out for a drink after you told him that you were rejected.

seungcheol is drying his hair on his bed when his phone rings, he glances at the caller's name and huffs when he sees jeonghan's name on the screen. he assumed it was just jeonghan invading his private time, but he still responded.

"what is it now?" he asked, sighing, ready to listen to whatever rubbish jeonghan had prepared to waste his time.

"our crazy best friend is drunk," jeonghan laughed. seungcheol replied, his brows wrinkled, "who? hoshi or dokyeom?"

"don't forget about y/n," jeonghan said, "just come here, she won't come with me, she said i'm not her type," he chuckled again after seeing y/n awkwardly look away from him and drink another shot of soju.

seungcheol, who was tired, hurriedly changed his clothes, dashed out of his condo, and drove to soonyoung's. the one who started all the commotion and revelry

"isn't that your third time singing that song, y/n?" mingyu inquired.

"ya! don't stop her from doing what makes her happy. she just had a bread—breakup," soonyoung says as he approaches mingyu, who is holding his hands up.

mingyu stands up from his seat and told jeonghan he's leaving. everything is just mess, he laughed.

"it's not a breakup if they weren't even together in the first place," minghao sighed as he scrolled through his phone.

"are you invalidating my bestfriend's feelings?! how dare—" he got cutoff talking as seungkwan places a pizza in his mouth. "you're not only her friend,"

after taking the pizza out of his mouth he sleep on the floor too tired to even go to the bedroom. and after sensing that seungcheol is probably coming to this place, he should escape him by sleeping.

jeonghan, who is truly worried about everyone, could only laugh it off. every tragedy should be turned into a farce. the disco lights have been turned off, and choi seungcheol has also turned off the karaoke machine.

"who started this party?" he asked as he gently yanked the microphone from your grasp. they were all pointing to the sleeping tiger on the floor. "you should all clean up. you've emptied five cases of soju," seungcheol says with a sigh.

he gives you a soft, worried look, as if you're having a problem. "how many times does she sing the same song?" he wondered.

minghao raised three fingers in the air. "she's about to sing it again, glad you shut it off," he grinned.

she obviously has a problem. "I'll take her home," he says, thanking jeonghan for calling and chastising him for letting you get so drunk, but he just says he can't stop you from drinking, so he just lets you be.

you sat on the floor, taking off your converse sneakers. it's in your arms, and you're struggling to hold it tight.

"put that back, y/n," he said, but you ignored him and kept walking. he massaged his temples while holding your hand to prevent you from tripping.

he drags you towards his car, opening the shotgun seat for you and putting his hand over your head to keep you from colliding. he then climbed into the driver's seat.

"i've got rejected," you muttered, drawing his attention to you, as he buckled your seatbelt before questioning.

"by who?" he asked before starting the engine.

"by choi seungcheol *hic* that jerk. he knows I like him. why does he have to tell *hic* me he's about to ask someone on a date?" you sob, causing him to furrow his brows, which he then grinned at after realizing.

he came to a halt as the light turned red, saying, "well, what else? let it all out." he simply examined your face in the mirror, detailing that your eyes were closed but you were still babbling.

"i hate him. i hate how perfect he is, how beautiful his smile is, and those dimples. i hate how he always flaunts his car, taking me for a ride and making me feel special."

he try to stop his smile and asked, "are you sure you hate him?"

"i hate how I can't even hate him a little bit," you said, your cheeks flushed from the booze.

you groaned and slowly opened your eyes, trying to remember what happened the day before. your eyes widened as you searched for your phone, which was on the desk, and as you ran towards it, you noticed cheol's message.

"i'm going there tomorrow morning and we'll discuss about what you just said today." yesterday 11:23 pm

you stutter as you read his message. how many times have I used the term "hate"? did i just labeled him a jerk? he's going to kill me.

you dashed to the bathroom to take a bath in an attempt to forget what had happened the day before. all of your erroneous remarks will be forgotten. you're thinking about how to get away from your best friend while soaking in the tub.

you finally get up and leave the bathtub after nearly falling asleep in it. you'll leave before he even enters the room.

you've already put on a white turtleneck and are looking for your converse sneakers at the front door. currently cursing yourself at how you just forgot where you put your favorite converse.

your condo door opened, revealing cheol, who was leaning into it while holding your shoes. "you forgot it in my car," he remarked as he placed it in front of you, ruffling your hair. "where are you going? have you had breakfast?" he asked.

"please don't ask, i don't remember anything from yesterday, and i'm so embarrassed for drinking without considering the consequences, so please don't murder me," you say, bowing 90 degrees to him.

when he realized how quickly you spoke, his eyes widened. he laughed out loud before closing the door and walking into your condo. "you should also apologize for calling me a jerk."

"i don't remember about that." you lied.

"you don't? of course, you don't. come here," he urged, and you turned to face him, finally finding him seated on your swivel chair. "why are you acting so awkward? this isn't the first time you've been drunk," he laughed at you.

"i'm not nervous that's just you," you say, your lips pursed. you haven't even blinked your eyes yet, and you're already on his lap.

"you can't remember anything about this, as well?" he asked, his hands on your waist and nape as he moved his face close in front of yours, noses brushing, but he didn't move an inch more.

you unbuckle your seatbelt as your eyes adjust to the light, and you see him do the same. you take a seat on his lap after grabbing his shoulder. "don't leave— i've got a question!" you mutter, accidentally clutching his nape and nuzzling your face into his neck after nearly falling.

"would you hate your best friend for hiding their feelings for you?"

"will you still like them if I say no?" he asked, you staring at him only a few centimeters away, "but you're not cheol," you stated as you were about to open the car door when he pulled you back and kissed you accidentally.

until you heard him giggle in your ear, your eyes opened and your face turned like a tomato. he drew his face away from you and murmured, "you're cute, you've never acted like this before."

"why are you so shy now? you just admitted you have feelings for me," he continued, his smile never wavering.

"just tell me if you're rejecting me or not," you stumbled, melting in his stare. as soon as your eyes started getting teary, he panicked and asked, "do you really think i consider of rejecting you when you're on my lap?"

"i'm not crying, don't look," she said, contradicting herself, he merely nods and kisses her cheeks while stroking circles on her back.

BONUS!

"where's y/n?" hoshi asked looking around the house. "she go home with cheol-hyung." dino said patting the guy's back.

"cheol-hyung?! choi seungcheol?!" he yelled running towards his bedroom and turning on his phone, seeing more than fifteen messages from cheol, he grab his bag and run away from his home.

"handle cheol hyung for me!" hoshi laughed as he revved up his car's engine and phoned y/n for any updates.

"who's shouting so early in the morning?" seungkwan groans as he checks his phone reading the texts from the oldest.

they shouldn't really let y/n drink those soju without cheol's permission. minghao and jeonghan, who had also received a message from him, run out the door, thanking dino in advance.

dino, who was bewildered by what was going on, caught up with choi seungcheol. "hey, hyung!"

"don't hey hyung me, who told y/n to drink too much without telling me?" the youngest brows furrowed, he just got her earlier this morning and don't have any idea of what's happening.

"i didn't tell her anything! i wasn't even here yesterday!" he exclaims, feeling dejected now that he's alone in this house with no one to blame.

but it was hoshi's fault.

[hoodieofholland]

Prove you something // Mob!Tom Smut

Summary: you get jealous over a meeting Tom have with another woman without your knowledge, and he has to prove you something.

Pairing: mob!tom x reader

Word count: ~4.5K

Warnings: smut (18+), fingering (f.), oral (f.), language.

A/n: I’m a sucker for mob!Tom, judge me, but these last contents we’ve been receiving for the past month are the blame. here we go again, enjoy.

Masterlist

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As a mob, Tom had to deal with a lot of different people throughout his busy day. You were used to the meetings all the time, even when it was past afternoon, hiting the midnight. Patiently, you'd wait your turn to share some good time with your boyfriend, unless he wanted you to stay for the day, besides him, in the conference room.

Today was slightly different. Tom was held for hours in the conference room, talking business, while you distracted yourself with some other work. But by the time it was around 7p.m., you were bored enough to walk up the place, wanting to know when he'd be over.

Wearing your favorite pyjamas, you walked through the silent house, and just as approaching the conference room, you heard an unusual type of voice.

"Listen, Tom, I'm not here to discuss the shitty situation..."

It got your attention, made you stop in your tracks to hear better, all because it was a female voice. Normally, Tom would always meet with men, them being the mob leaders around London. Not a woman.

You tried to sneak around and see if there were another voice in the room, but as soon as you put your ear to the door's thick wood, Harrison came up behind your figure, making you jump.

"Holy shit!" You screamed in whispers. "Jesus, Harrison, you scared the hell out of me!"

Harrison didn't make any effort to cover his laughter, making you shush him.

"Sneaking around, uh?" He teased through laughters. "You know what Tom says about listening behind closed doors. Someday it might come back to you".

Trying to contain your madness, you cross your arms around your chest and snort. "It's meant for you guys, you idiot. He's not talking about his girlfriend".

"Are you really sure?", still holding his teasing smile, he tilts his head a little. Eyeing the door again, he pouted. "Why didn't he invite you tonight, then?"

"Said it was some small business and wouldn't take that long". You shrugged, though you knew it was bullshit. Tom had already been inside that fucking room for what seemed forever. It wasn't any small business talk, for what it matters.

"I can tell you that there's not small talking inside there" he pointed his chin in the room's direction. "Melissa is right there".

A little confused, but still not wanting to give your feelings away, you stay cool with your voice. "Who is Melissa?"

Harrison’s eyes narrowed and you can tell he had no idea you didn’t know about a single thing that was going on inside there.

“Melissa. The majoriest woman in this whole fucking city. She’s, like, the only female mobster leader in England”. The emphasis in his voice made you feel the message he wanted to deliver. You felt even somewhat a little weak, as if the weight of the presence of that woman could be sensed in your lungs.

Harrison quirked a brow, waiting for your answer, but you didn’t say nothing. Why was Tom lying to you? Why he didn’t want you to know that this woman was right inside the room with him?

“Is he alone there?” You questioned Haz, who shakes his head negatively.

“No, I was there a couple of minutes ago. Just grabbing a cup of tea”. He lifted the mug on his hand. “There’s also her guard or something. The chick is a bit... ugh”

You felt the weight again. “What the fuck does ugh means?!”

Harrison was about to explain, but seeing your exasperated reaction, he just smiled teasingly again. “I think someone is jealous”.

You puffed your cheeks out in frustration, wanting to tug on your hair, or maybe on Harrison’s.

“You’re being ridiculous” you tried your best to sound neutral about the fact that your boyfriend was inside a not very large room with a woman you didn’t know nothing about, but it was getting harder as Harrison seemed like having some fun torturing you.

“Don’t worry, y/n, that’s not what I meant” he chuckled softly and gave you a apologetic smile. “It’s just business, that’s all. You know Tom is far from being suspicious”.

You knew that very well, and if you were being honest, that was not your concern. That didn’t make you less jealous, though. Tom was the most faithful man you knew, not only with you, but with his mates. He could do anything for you and he surely had already proved that you’re the only woman in his life.

Anyways, the thought of that powerful woman inside the fucking room was driving you mad.

“I wanna go inside”, you stated, already turning on your heels. Harrison was quick to grab your wrist, trying to stop you from entering the room.

“Y/n, what the fuck, he doesn’t want to-“

But you were too fast. Yanking the door open, you hear a slight gasp coming from Harrison and the entire room goes silent.

The first thing you notice is Tom, who were crudely interrupted by you. He looked tense with the conversation, eyes heavy, shoulders rigid. His elbow was supported by the large desk in front of his chair, while he seemed to gesticulate with his hand whilst talking to the woman, Melissa. His gaze was directed on you, a questioning look on his features, which didn’t softened like it always did when he talked to you.

“Sorry, I told her-“ Harrison was quick to say, but Tom interrupted him.

“What took you so long?” Ignoring your presence, without changing a single word with you, Tom averted his eyes to Harrison, who came out behind you and sat back at his chair.

“She wanted to come” he answered quietly, unsure of what to say.

Tom looked at you once more, face serious, as he seemed to calculate what say next.

“Why don’t you go wait in the living room, y/n?”

You open your mouth, just to close it again immediately. You didn’t recognize the way Tom was talking to you, almost harshly.

"What, Thomas? You don't enjoy a good woman's company? C'mon, let the girl sit with us" Melissa, who you just had the worry to look at said, putting her long polished nails over her chin. She eyed you up and down before speaking again. "What a beautiful girl you have, by the way. You didn't tell me she was all of that".

Tom closed his eyes briefly, jaw clenching, as he sighed heavily in frustration. You knew he was getting mad, and though you still didn't know why, you made up your mind.

"I'm fine, gonna wait in the room. Sorry for-"

"It's alright", he shook his head and looked back to Melissa. "It was good talking to you, but I need time to figure it out before we decide anything", Tom stood up from his chair and waited until the woman did the same. "I'm going to have a talk with my men and then I call you back".

Melissa smiled, but you could see very clearly that it was nothing but a false smile. "I'll keep in touch".

Tom just nodded once and waited for Melissa to walk out of the room, guided by Harrison, who was equally tense as he made his way to the door. Before she exited the room, Melissa had an eye on you again, a tiny smile making its presence on her face.

You shivered, too aware of the dangerous and power Harrison told you she held, clear in the way she wasn't afraid to show she was staring at you.

When the doors were closed, you couldn't lift your gaze from the floor. However, it was possible to see Tom by the corner of your eyes and the way he was supporting both of his hands on the desk, staring so intently at you that you bet he could see your goosebumps.

"Now that you have my attention", he started, voice deep. "Won't you say what was so important that you couldn't wait 'til I was over?"

You didn't say anything, neither looked at him, frozen on your spot.

"I'm talking to you".

His stern act had you conflicted. He would always use it in bed with you, but never got so mad at something that you did. Something that you didn't even know what was all about.

"You were taking too long, so I wanted to see if everything was alright", you answered, keeping your voice loud and clear enough, not wanting to give him the impression that you were intimidated by his words.

Tom snorted. "That's bullshit. I've already been out until later than this and you stayed in our room".

You roll your eyes, voice cheating you as the irritation consumes your thoughts. "Well, in these nights you weren't with a girl inside here".

Tom's face changed and a brow arched as a trace of a smirk made its way to his face. You had lost your though posture and you knew it.

"Are you jealous?" He chuckles, incredulous, "Really?"

You snort, unfolding your arms. Looking relaxed is the last thing you seem to be able to do right now, but also you didn't want to sound so immature being jealous over nothing.

"No, I am not. I'm just mad that... that you didn't tell me who you were meeting with." You corrected him, though you were too aware it was pretty much a lie. With an unwanted whine, you continue "And why you didn't let me in this time? You see, you just left a whole amount of suspicious things to my imagination."

Tom narrows his eyes, a mix of curiosity and confusion evident on his face.

"You don't actually believe it yourself, do you?" He questioned, a suspicious tone in his voice. A bit ashamed, you glanced down and nodded two times.

"I mean, Harrison just told me she's the biggest woman in London, or some shit like that" you shrugged involuntarily and felt tired, as you started to realise how silly you must be sounding.

It was pretty obvious to you that none of that should matter. Actually, it never did. Tom never turned his head to another woman but you, since you met. He never talked about any other girl than you, and you could tell he bragged about how much of a "lucky motherfucker" he was, as Harrison started complaining about Tom's random rambling just the other day.

Tom had done nothing but adored you since the first time he called you darling. And now you were overreacting because of a common meeting of his.

Tom sighed heavily and offered you his hand. Looking at it for one second, you reach for him, and he brings you closer. "That's probably my fault".

You tilt your head, not understanding his point. Tom sits down back on his chair e mention for you to take a seat on his thigh.

"Don't get me wrong, darling. I let you come to meetings only if I'm one hundred percent sure there's no harm on that. When I'm with friends, not my enemies" he caress two slender fingers through your cheek and you almost close your eyes in please, if it wasn't for his deep stare, full of concern and comprehension. "That woman is nothing but trouble for me and my men. She doesn't like us, I don't like her, but, apparently, one of my man messed up with one of her best one, so I was trying to settle everything down before one of us start a fucking fight about it. Obviously, she hates me and every single one of my mates, and that's why I didn't want you here today. My most important job is to keep you safe, y/n. I've already dragged you too far into this mess, I can't expose you even more."

By the look in his eyes, anyone could tell how Tom meant it. He worried about you and your protection had become a topic of discussions too much for your liking.

He shifts his position, making it more comfortable for you, hand resting in your cheek. His expression earned an even more stern look, almost in pain as he looked deeper in your eyes.

"Do you really think that you should worry about Melissa?" He asks, voice low and soft.

You didn't answer right away. Instead, you tugged at his white plain shirt's collar, breathing slowly as you tried to manifest more of your composure than before.

"A little" you confess, shrugging slightly as if it wasn't that big of a deal. But for Tom, it surely was.

"Darling... why would you be jealous over that woman?" The pad of his index finger touched in the slightest move your bottom lip, tracing delicate paths over it. "Why would you ever be jealous over any woman? You know I love you". He looked up once again, a brow arching as he seemed to doubt his own conviction. "Don't you know?"

You shake your head yes and bite your lip. "Of course I do".

"Then why did you have something in your imagination?"

You sigh quietly. "Yeah, it was silly", taking his free hand and in yours, you play with his fingers, trying to hide your embarrassment. "I'm sorry-"

"It's alright, love", he gives you a small yet sweet smile. "You see, I get jealous all the time. Much more than you do. Think it's fair enough".

You giggle. "Yes, you do. I hate that and did the same. Sorry".

Tom shakes his head and brings his face closer to yours, planting a soft kiss in the corner of your mouth. "What a silly little girl you are. How would you ever think I'd ever have eyes for another girl, when I've got the prettiest with me?"

You release a breathe, your grip at Tom's shirt stronger, pulling him closer. "You'd be really dumb if you did, yeah."

Tom smiles in your mouth and you do as well. "Guess I haven't been showing my girl how much I appreciate her properly lately" he whispers, heading his lips along your jaw, to chase a soft spot on your neck. "Tell me, love, would you like to feel it?" His low and seductive words sent a shiver right through your spine, making you release a quiet moan in anticipation.

"Do you want to feel how much I adore you?" He breaths in your neck, smelling your sweet scent, as carefully grabs your thighs to get you to straddle his lap. "How much I adore your pretty little moans and whines? Those wonderful sounds you make just for me?"

You nod yes, adjusting your position on Tom's lap, rubbing against his crotch on accident and feeling he grunt with the contact.

"Use your words, my love. Need to hear you". He insists, running both his hands to your ass, grabbing each cheek firmly. When you whine a timid 'yes', he smirks against your smooth skin. "Always so eager for me", with precise movements, he guides your hips to meet his, creating a perfect friction between both of you. You could feel his hard against your pulsing center, claiming for more.

Tom lets out a struggled sigh, as if he was holding himself back when feeling your center pressing against him. "See? Only you can make me this hard".

You gulp, trying to catch your breath as your hands make its way to his trousers, but Tom is quick to deny it and stop you. "No, pretty girl. As much as I'm aching to feel you right now, I need to prove you something" he smirks playfully. His right hand releases your bum and goes to your front, making a smooth path in his way to your breast. He put your hard nipples between two fingers, pulling it softly. You moan and move your hips over his lap. Tom's jaw tenses up. "Fuck, darling". He presses his hand firmly on your hip to settle you down, as you smile apologetic.

"Need you, Tom". You whine, arching your back so you were even closer to him.

"Yeah?" He smirks, hand going back to work, sliding inside your pyjamas' short. Tom's brows arch in surprise. "No panties?"

You bite your lip. "When I came down here, I was thinking that maybe we could do something. After you were done".

He chuckled a bit, his cocky smile showing off. "So you were planning on getting fucked in my office?" You only nod once, feeling your center pulse and your cheek heat up. "You dirty, dirty girl".

Tom reaches your pulsing core, a single digit sliding through your wet folds. "God, baby, you're so wet". You moan, letting your weight loose on top of Tom, whose strong arms could handle it. "I barely touched you".

"Stop teasing me, Tom" you claim, eyes closed, as you feel he was threatening to enter two fingers inside you, but collecting them all together again.

"Darling, I think you shouldn't have a word about anything today" he says calmly. "After all, you interrupted my meeting, messed my work up. All because you couldn't wait to get fucked. Do you think you were good, y/n?"

You swallow hard, voice trembling. "N-no".

Tom smiles satisfied. "Yes. Now, though you don't deserve any of that, I'm a man of my word, and I said I was going to show you what my girl is worth of". He gesticulates briefly and you have to take a few seconds to understand he wants you to get up.

You do so, waiting until he gets up too. Confused, you stare at him, who cups your face, kissing the tip of your nose.

"I want you to sit in my chair". He murmurs and you can't help the surprise in your face.

"Why's that?" You frown and he only gestures his head to the chair again. With no other choice, you find yourself doing as you were told.

It was a strange feeling, the soft material of his chair against the bare skin of your exposed leg, where your thin shorts couldn't reach. Strange, because nobody would ever sit on Tom's chair. It wasn't exactly a rule, but everyone did better than risking taking what was his, and that being the biggest and most imposing chair in the conference room, only he could sit there. And maybe that's what entertained him that moment, the sight of you in a place that held so much power as that chair.

It took a good few seconds for you to relax there, and Tom didn't take his eyes from you the whole time. Staring, he would lick his lips, arms crossed over his chest, making his muscular arms very visible for you.

"You know, you could do this. I can picture you sitting here, making demands", he says, as if he was deep in thoughts moments ago, approaching you with hungry eyes. He puts his hands over the chairs' arm rest and lean in you, smiling.

You feel your heart race and try to correct your breathing. "Really?" You arch a brow incredulously. "Don't think I could be so tough".

"You learn this with time, darling", he reassures you, "But I think we'd have to manage who'd be in charge from time to time. I can share it with you, but not give it all. Would you like that?" You knew that by this time he wasn't talking about the mob.

With a charming smile, Tom gets down on both knees and puts his hands in yours. "Yeah, I think", you say in a whisper, too concentrated in his actions to say otherwise or anything else.

"Mmm. You're such a delicate angel", he opens your legs slowly, grabbing the back of your knee to pull you in to him. You gasp in surprise, holding the arm rest to keep yourself steady. "I imagine how you'd look like taking control. Perfect, I know".

It was a sight to see, a powerful man like Tom on his knees, a position you never thought you'd see him at. He looked like he was at your mercy, under your control, just as if he was there to please you, though he still did take the command.

"Tom, please", you whine, not giving a care about sounding desperate anymore.

"Patient, my love. Wanna take my sweet time with you", he pats your leg so you can lift your hips to help him take off your shorts. "Cause that's what I appreciate doing with you. Take every single part of you, make you mine. Slowly". He brings you closer and you pant when he kisses the inner of your thigh, eyes never leaving yours. "Take care of my girl, as she deserves".

You feel yourself growing anxious as you tried to stay still when he brought his lips up to your core. "You smell so good, love. Can't wait to taste it". His lips make no hurry to reach your folds, hot breath hitting your aching center. He looks up at you, wicked smile, as his mouth hover you, teasing.

By this time, you’re already dripping, walls clenching around nothing for the expectation. Finally, you felt Tom's lips connecting with your pussy lips, skillful tongue smoothly licking your arousal, spreading it all over your core.

He put his tongue inside of you, tasting it, adoring the way you'd roll your eyes back with pleasure. "Sweet as fucking candy". He murmurs with his mouth against you, causing vibrations all over your cunt.

You moan when he flicks his tongue over your bud, and tug at his hair. The reaction comes right away and Tom moans against you, putting one of his fingers inside you, but not deep enough, waiting for you to adjust as your walls stretched deliciously. "Can feel you swallowing my finger, baby. You want me?”

"Tom", you whine, arching your back as Tom pushes his fingers deeper inside you. "Please. Gimme more".

"You want more, sweet girl?" Tom smirks, entering you as much as he could, adding a second finger to your pulsing core. You felt the cold of his silver ring against your hot skin, causing you to have goosebumps. Feeling you clench around him, Tom started fingering you, hands precisely moving to stuff you in the most raving way. He took his pace, fast enough to the sound of your wetness fill up the room.

He laps your bud once again, repeatedly, catching it between his lips once in a while and sucking, making you release a loud moan.

You tugged harder in his curls and that's when he realized you were close. "My beautiful girl is close? Can feel you clenching, baby."

You nod once, trying to catch your breath as your hips rock against his fingers. Tom took them out and you almost pulled his hair for that, but he soon replaced it with his firm tongue. "C'mon, darling, fuck yourself on my tongue".

You did so, not caring about your messed movements or your loud noises. Tom was right there, holding you hip down with one hand to keep you steady and stimulating your clit with his thumb with another. It was the most beautiful sight you could have and you were on the verge of your edge.

"You're- fuck, so fucking hot, Tom" you cry out, head falling back. "Shit! 'M close"

Tom started to fuck his tongue inside you again. Your toes curl, your belly burns and your heart couldn't beat faster. Tom grabbed the back of your legs and abruptly brought you closer to his face, keeping his tongue firm and thumb working on your bud. He replaced it with his two wet fingers for a moment, just to speak to you and coax your orgasm. “Look at you, baby, so, so beautiful when you’re coming. Fuck, wish they all could see what a pretty and dirty girl I’ve got right here, angel”.

You moan and Tom can tell you’re about to lose it, putting his tongue back to work. "That's it, love, cum on my tongue, make a sweet mess on my face".

You couldn't hold back anymore. Your whole body felt like sparkles, as you tightened your grip on Tom's hair, chest panting, muscles rigid, voice coming out as the loudest moan of your night. It’s all about you now, what you feel. Tom is right there, holding you, controlling your body squirming with his strong hands.

Tom helps you ride out your orgasm, tongue and fingers never leaving you. His noise bumped into your clit as he seemed to enjoy licking your juices, face still lost between your legs. But when you finally saw him again, you thought you could have another orgasm just from the look on his face.

"Fuck", you pant, still trying to catch your breath. "You're- you're all covered-"

Before you could even finish, Tom got up from his knees and took your face in between his hands, capturing your lips on his. The kiss was messy, clashing tongues and teeth, but it was all pleasure. You could taste yourself, take what Tom had left on his lips. It was sweet - a mix of both of you.

"You're a fucking mess right now" you tell him, a slight giggle coming out of your dry throat, wiping some of the wetness from his chin.

"I know", he smiles back at you, pecking your lips once more. He catches the fingers you used to clean his face and leads it to him mouth, sucking on them gently. "Proudly. Who else in this fucking world can have the pleasure of being a mess with your cum, eh?"

You shove his shoulders playfully and spin the chair. "Well, I think I could truly run things here. Feel very powerful now".

Tom puts his hand on the back of the chair to stop it from moving. "That's because you had me between your legs just a few seconds ago, love", he smirks "But I think we can manage that".

You get up from the chair and put your hands on the collar of his shirt, gripping it between your fingers. "Good", you look up at him, smiling devilishly. "First thing, though, I remember you were here to prove me something".

"Oh, darling" he chuckled darkly. "We surely are not finished yet".

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

REQUEST (Nerd!Felix/Yongbok x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, humiliation, degradation, brat taming, watersports, breath play, rough filthy shit. Read at own risk.

"If that isn't our little Yongbokkieeee~" Felix sighed and shut his eyes tightly when he heard the familiar dreadful voice from behind, holding the straps of his school bag even tighter. "Aigoooi~ aren't you in a hurry, foreign booooy?" Her perfectly manicured hand placed on the boy's shoulder, pulling him back.

"Let go, Y/n-ah…" The boy spoke, trying his best not to snap at the little slut. She was so foolish. A fucking clown. A narrow minded little racist bitch. That's what.

"Ahhhh… your Korean is soooo adorable…" Before she moved to stand in front of him, heavy tits tightly packed in her school shirt, the first few buttons up. "What's the rush, Aussie boy? Too proud to make friends? Tsk, tsk!" Felix felt like smacking her infuriatingly cute little face.

"You know it's not like tha-"

"LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!" Y/n clapped and got everyone's attention, the whole hallway of students going home stopping to look at her. "OUR FOREIGN BOY DOESN'T WANNA BE FRIENDS~" she pouted as if it really hurt her. "HE AVOIDED ME ALL DAY IN SCHOOL TOO! HOW PROUD, TSK!" Everyone booed him, calling him names and whatnot. It was terrible.

Had he known moving to Korea was going to be like this he'd have never agreed. They made fun of his looks, his accent, the grammatical errors he made and his English name that he preferred. Even though Felix was using his English name in his documents now that he was all grown up, Y/n had somehow learnt his Korean one and she wasn't going to let him live it down.

"Aigo what a loser" splashing the juice in her hand at his shirt, the girl clicked her tongue and walked away while laughing, leaving the boy in absolute despair due to how badly it stained his shirt.

He didn't want to hurt her because she was clearly fucking naive and dumb but fuck. Y/n was making it fucking hard.

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Felix checked his room one last time to make sure it was clean and smelt nice with just the right amount of ventilation. Setting his books up on the foldable desks he'd set up on the bed, the boy opened up the other desk too. His mom had asked him if he could teach her bestfriend's child some English as they were apparently in the same year as him. The boy was happy to help and agreed so now his mom's friend was going to drop the kid off at their house that he didn't know anything about.

And who else could it be other than the one and only. How fucking cliche.

The male was unsure of how to act when he heard his mom's voice and another women's before his door was knocked, opening as Mrs. Lee along a stern looking tall and built women in a police uniform appeared.

Felix got up and respectfully bowed to the women as she greeted him back, her friendly smile really unusual for her stern features. "Hello, dear. Thank you so much for your kind gesture. I've been looking for a good teacher for quite some time now but my child is… slow." She chuckled. "Maybe it'd be easier for her if someone her age teaches her…"

"Oh, of course. No problem at all. I'd be actually very happy to help. That way I get to revise too and study from a different perspective, ma'am." He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face. Oh. She was trying her best to hide behind her mother but Felix had seen the pathetic little girl.

Oh how fucking perfect.

"Ah I hope my kid can learn well from you in not just academics but manners too… Now! Y/n-ah- where…" Her mother looked for her before turning around to find her hiding, gripping her wrist and pulling her in front of the taller boy. "There you are. Now… learn well okay? Felix will take well care of you" her mother glanced at the boy and he nodded, bowing a little bit as he said of course.

Y/n was trying not to die as she was made to stand right in front of fucking Yongbok out of all! How was she so stupid?! She should have put two and two together! Oh fuck! This was bad! This was terrible for her image! Now he knew that she was looking for tuition and not all that careless about studies as she seemed to act like back in school. And she also wasn't a badass in her private life.

Fuck.

"Be good. I'll pick you up on my way back, alright?" The girl had non-existent balls to brat with her mother as she was a firm police woman and knew how to get brats going. She had gotten enough harsh punishments from her mom to even dare to try. Y/n did her best to pretend to be a good kid. Or her mom had threatened to send her off to juvi or a boarding school! "Hm?"

The girl whimpered, feeling the boy's gaze burn into her very soul. "Y- Yes, mommy." She could only whisper back, head lowered all the way.

"Good baby. Now give mommy a kiss." Y/n could die of embarrassment right now, her cheeks burning as she felt humiliated. Oh she had no idea what was coming her way. This was nothing. Her mother still treated her like a 4 year old baby and not like she was 18. It was so fucking stupid!

"Y- Yes, mommy…" There was no use hiding. Yongbok could see it all and he was quietly observing it. Standing on her tippy toes because of being much smaller than her mom, Y/n kissed her cheek. "Bye, mommy." The copper ruffled her daughter's head before leaving with Felix's mother who was also dressed for work.

Lowering her head even more when it was just the both of them, Y/n held her bag right as she didn't turn around, not wanting to face the smug boy, whimpering when he stepped forward to close his door.

"She… doesn't know, does she?" Felix's deep voice pierced through her soul as he turned around to look down at her now, grinning wide. "Tsk… look at this cute little turtleneck and long skirt… those baby shoes and these pigtails…" Y/n felt her heart starting to pound when he suddenly tugged at her twin ponytails, her cheeks feeling even hotter in pure humiliation. "If only you were actually a good babygirl like your 'mommy' thinks and not a skimpy little slutty whore ridiculing people for no fucking reason at school" clicking his tongue, the boy walked to his bed and plopped on it in a relaxed manner, well aware that he had her exactly where a bitch like her should be. "I wonder how she will react if she finds out that you are actually-"

"N- NO PLEASE!" Y/n finally found her voice and rushed to him, helplessly pleading. "PLEASE DON'T TELL M- MOMMY! I- I AM SORRY!" She struggled, not knowing what to say. This was so awkward and strange. Something she'd never thought of. Fuck.

"Ahhh so you really are an all talk whore, tsk. Acting all cool and fearless in school but actually a pathetic little mommy's baby." Felix chuckled tauntingly and shook his head, eyes cold. Months. She'd been troubling him for months simply because he was a foreigner and made mistakes in Korean. "Come here, let me see. I wouldn't be surprised if you're also wearing a nappy under that cute skirt. Do you need a change?" He teasingly went to grab her arm which caused the girl to stagger backwards.

"N- No! No, Y- Yon- Felix! I- I swear I am not! I am not wearing a-- p- please! Don't do this! I- I won't bother you again! You don't even have to tutor me! Just please don't tell mom!" Y/n hated how pathetically she had to beg him.

"Ah… so it's suddenly Felix now, huh?" The male chuckled before speaking again. "Since I am not a pathetic slut like you, I won't tell your mom but in exchange, you'll have to be good for me. If you oblige, good. If you don't, I'll have to tell her, little one. Because what you're doing will end up harming someone really bad."

The girl desperately dropped her bag, sitting in his feet and holding his knees. "Y- Yes! Yes! Alright! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't tell mom! I don't wanna go to juvi or boarding-" her eyes widened before she slapped her mouth shut. Oh no! She didn't just tell him that!

Felix threw his head back and laughed. "Ahhh so it's like that, I see…" He was enjoying this. Looking down at her, Felix felt something stir inside him as his eyes got darker. She looked so fucking perfect kneeling under him like this. It was getting so hard to hold back now that he had her. "Fine. If you don't want to go to boarding or juvi, you'll have to be my little fuck piggy. And when I say that, I mean it. You'll be my literal plaything and there will be no denying my orders. You'll have to obey and be good like a brainless little slave doll… You will only know what I allow. You will only do as I say. No using your own brain, not that it is very smart anyway… That is the price." He had always had… dark desires. Which was one of the reasons he'd never dated much. But when Felix had seen Y/n all those months ago in school for the first time, he had unintentionally imagined how it would feel to ruin her to the point of despair before building her back up.

And now that he was so close to having it. Fuck. The boy was going insane.

Y/n nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes as she bit her lip. "Y- Yes, I… I agree. I- I'll be your d- doll, Felix… J- Just please d- don't tell anyone… I- I beg you… I- I don't wanna g- go to boarding or…" A sob left her, his finger catching her tear amidst of falling down.

This was so wrong. But she deserved it. Felix was absolutely disgusted by bullies.

"Don't worry. Like your mother said, I'll take goood care of you." The naive girl had no idea what she had signed herself up for or just what his words meant. "Then… why don't you prove your worth by getting up and stripping to let me see my belongings... And, get those dirty little hands off. Fuck toys don't deserve to touch Master unless allowed." Felix swatted them off.

"W- What? M- Master…? S- Strip?" Y/n was lost.

"What else did you think? Some Wattpad romance where I make you my little sidekick or something before I confess that I've liked you all along?" Raising an eyebrow he pushed her back. "Get to it."

"B- But F- Felix-!"

"It's Master!" The male firmly spoke as he glared down at her, yanking one of her pigtails. "Come on now… time's running and we don't have all day my little toy. You better start behaving before it's too late…" Her sobs and tears satisfied him so much.

Y/n slowly got up with her head lowered, trembling as she stepped out of her shoes, slowly pulling her socks off. "I- I can't believe I am doing this in front o- of you.." She whispered while struggling to not collapse on her knees, literally shivering under his firm gaze.

"I also couldn't believe a person as rotten as you existed." Before he grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling her closer and snorting when she gasped, flinching when he leaned back again. Felix's foot trailed up her shaking leg, the top of his foot rubbing against her covered core before he grabbed the waistband of her panties with his toes, pulling them down from under the skirt. "Ahh… so little girl's mommy really doesn't put her in nappies, I see…" Before he looked back up at her face, his foot resting on the underwear between her ankles now. "Skirt off now."

The girl was wiping at her tears as she shakily undid the skirt before letting it fall, her heart pounding even harder when the cold air attacked her core before he made her pull her shirt up and off, suddenly ripping her bra off which caused her to scream.

"Tsk… you sure are jumpy and scaredy for how tough you act." The boy shook his head, feeding off her misery. "Pick that underwear up." Y/n reached for it when he finally removed his foot from the top of it, stepping out of it and picking it up, even her ears red now out of humiliation. "Put it on your head." Another sob left her as he pinched and played with her breast, loving the authority he had over her.

"Fe- M- Master…" Shaking her head, she tried to back away but Felix wasn't having it.

"What did I just fucking say?!" He snapped, towering over her when the boy stood up, making her cower down before she put the smelly article over her head, biting her lips to stop her sobs from escaping. "Such a good toy…" Felix cooed this time, rubbing her head as he pulled it down and covered her eyes with the waistband, pulling her pigtails out of the sides.

"Fuck… you look good. Just how a dumb brainless slut should look." Fishing his phone out, he smirked. "This proves how you've no problem with being brainless. You look fucking retarded but you're doing it because Master said it. That's exactly what this is about. Obedience" before he suddenly kissed her briefly, making her gasp.

"Now~ smile wide for a picture…" Before he turned the camera on and stepped back, making sure her whole body was in frame. Fuck. Felix was so fucking painfully hard. "Come on… don't be shy" he taunted when she sobbed in protest, making him switch to video instead. "Fine, then." His taunting smile dropped to a firm expression as he approached her, placing his feet on hers before he smacked her face, catching it all on camera.

"Aigooo~" he mimicked her, smacking her other cheek, uncovering her eyes but still keeping the underwear on her head. He decided that it will be a new style for her. "Look at this whore~" Y/n's flushed cheeks now received some more slaps before he placed his hand on her nose and pushed it back, chuckling loudly. "Awww such a cute little fuck piggy we have here… she loves this doesn't she?" When she continued to cry, Felix smacked her head and pulled at the girl's ponytail. "DOESN'T SHE?"

"Y- Yes, Master! Yes!"

"Good girl" pushing her nose back to look like a pig's again, the male spat at it. "Now tell Master you're thankful. Get on your knees and be good."

"T- Thank you, M- Master…" The girl cried out, slowly getting on her knees now. "Thank you s- so much…" Felix parted her legs by his foot, cutting the footage and tossing his phone on the bed before kicking her pussy, causing Y/n to jerk forward, face banging straight into his cock.

A moan left him before he grabbed both her ponytails, wrapping them around his hands. "Now I have a present for you. I bought it all a while back and have been keeping it hidden and safe for when I get a fuck piggy. And now that you're here, I'll give you it."

Yes, Felix was pissed at her and yes, he loved destroying her but he was no asshole. She still had that cute little whore face he adored.

Crouching down in front of her, he gripped her chin and kissed her lips again, ignoring her gasp and kissing her again before spitting right on her tongue. "Swallow it and wait for Master to be back. Face down and ass up. I shouldn't have to fuckin repeat myself."

Y/n trembled as she struggled to swallow his spit, bowing down on the ground, slowly raising her nude ass back up. A few moments passed with Felix bringing stuff over and near her, fumbling with things in his closet before he finally closed it and walked to her. "Aren't you lucky? Finding an owner without even looking. There's so many pets like you who have no Master… or not a good one at least, you know…" Standing behind her, Felix rubbed the lube all over the tiny and thick piggy tail assplug. "Aren't you lucky?"

The girl knew what he wanted to hear so she nervously started, having no idea what the boy was about to do. "Y- Yes, Master… v- very luc- AHHHH!" She could only lay there and weakly cry as Felix laughed loudly at her scream because he'd pushed the plug in, tapping her ass.

"Good piggy~" the male cooed and hooked a thin chain to a small loop on top of the plug, slowly making her sit up in silence, the only sounds being her weak sobs. "Just… give in… it'll hurt less that way and you'll be happier." His eyes were trained on what he was doing, the long chain extending from down her plug having nose hooks at the other end that he plugged in her nose, chuckling when her eyes widened as she located the small cage in front of her.

"Oh, yeah. That is your new crib" Felix was clearly loving this. Kissing her stretched little piggy nose, he placed the pink piggy ears on her underwear covered head, followed by a pink collar that had a small bell attached to it. "You look so beautiful…" Kissing her lips again, Felix attached weights to her nipples, making her whine out in pain as she tried to stop his hands. "Oho~" he swatted her hands away, grabbing the piggy hands and feet before putting them on her, finally folding her limbs and binding them.

"Hmmm… that's like a good filthy little fuck pig." Before he attached a leash to her collar and gulped, feeling his balls ache now due to the masterpiece he'd made, pulling at the leash to have her crawl in the cage before he closed it, chuckling at how she kept tripping. "Clumsy pig." Before he started to take pictures, taunting and humiliating her all the while.

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When Felix was satisfied with the photoshoot, he opened the cage and walked to the bed, holding her leash and pulling her with him. "Now… the fun part." Before he tucked his aching cock out much to her horror, sitting down on the bed and pulling her in between her legs. Pumping his cock a little, the male moaned loudly as he started to piss on her face, chuckling loudly when she yelled and protested, trying to move away but only falling on her face, choking when he harshly pulled at her leash, forcefully pushing his cock in her mouth. "You better swallow that!"

Y/n started crying loudly again, wails leaving her throat as his hot piss started travelling down her throat, making her choke and gag as he loudly laughed. "What a useless piggy! Can't even be a good urinal." Before he smacked her face again, now starting to fuck her mouth fast and rough, hitting his hard tip against the back of her throat before forcefully pushing in, a trail of piss and spit hanging down her lips.

"Fuck… fuck…" Felix moaned loudly, his cock twitching inside of her and pulsating from how fucking good it felt. From her soft mouth to her tight throat, to how he could see his cock against her skin, her eyes widened when her breath supply would totally cut off from his balls getting stuffed between her lips.

"Fuck… you're no good… I'll have to train you plenty" her cries were causing shivers and vibrations up his cock as he fucked her face up and down his cock by her ponytails, kicking her pussy as he went faster and faster, his hips starting to ache from how much strength it was causing.

"What a dumb slut!" Pulling his cock out of her throat, he kicked her on her back, making her arch her back when the tail plug brushed against the floor. "I need that useless fucking pussy now. It better be worth it." Y/n felt scared and nervous for her vagina now as he warned and crawled over her now, pushing his way forcefully inside, biting down at her lip when he felt her hymen tear and lube his cock up.

"I am going to make an absolute mess out of you." He promised, his deep voice sending shivers down her sweaty body. "My mess."

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I am sorry if it was too rough sjskso you said like bullying gone wrong-