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Everything Is Fine - Part 1

Josh x f!reader x Jake

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Summary: While attending a New Year's Eve party with your boyfriend Jake, it becomes increasingly obvious that his older brother may have a thing for you.

Warnings: +18 GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, scary pervy Josh, swearing, alcohol use, stalking, gaslighting, assault with a knife, mutual masturbation, masturbation with a foreign object, oral sex (f receiving), sexual coercion, teasing, kidnapping, slight dacryphilia, mentions of somnophilia, bondage/restraints, knife play, impact play, mentions of blood, allusions to non-consent, overall violence, please let me know if I missed anything!

W/c: 14.7k (yikes)

A/n: This is mostly Josh with a sprinkle of Jake. PLEASE carefully consider the warnings before diving into this one, it’s easily the most explicit thing I’ve ever written. I really didn’t hold back on this one and I use some kinks that could be very triggering to some so please please proceed with caution!! If the warnings don’t scare you though, have so much fun.

Vibes: Mx. Sinister - IDK HOW | Sugar - Sleep Token

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“Jake?! Have you seen my favorite panties?!” you call for your boyfriend as you search through your drawers for a hint of red lace.

“Which ones?” Jake appears from around the corner, adjusting the cuffs of his neatly tailored suit, his dark hair tied in a low messy bun that allows a few tendrils to hang free. Leave it to Jake to dress down a new outfit with messy hair and an all-the-way-unbuttoned dress shirt, though you choose to put his questionable styling efforts lower on your list of priorities for the time being.

“The high-cut red lacy ones, with the matching bra. I wanna wear them to the party tonight.”

He looks you up and down and bites his lip at the sight of you, wandering farther into the room to admire your half-dressed appearance. Having been stalled halfway through your dressing process, you’re rummaging through your wardrobe topless with only a black miniskirt and tall socks to cover your bottom half.

“I thought those were just for special occasions?” He grips the round of your ass from behind while you continue to finger through the various fabrics.

“They are. That’s why I’m trying to find them.” You can’t help the tinge of annoyance present in your voice, but Jake is doing a wonderful job of distracting you from your wardrobe malfunction.

“If you can’t find them, then what’s under here?” He lifts up the hem of your skirt to reveal an absence of underwear. He gasps excitedly and grins from ear to ear as if he’s just opened up a gorgeously wrapped present to find what he’s been asking for all year. Without a shred of hesitation, he grabs at your still frantic hands and tries to pull you away from the chest of drawers. “C’mere, baby. You can find them later.”

You groan in protest but giggle excitedly when you give up the reins and let him whip you around by the wrist, sending you hurdling into the bed. He climbs on top of you, leaving a sloppy trail of wet kisses down your neck, through the valley of your breasts, and down to the waistband of your skirt.

He leaves a love bite at the joints of each of your thighs, gently pinching the sensitive skin between his teeth as he grazes you with the sharp edges. Tiny moans and mewls escape you, free of restraint. He transitions to focus on your clit, dipping his velvety tongue between your folds to flick it against the tiny bundle of nerves. The act itself begins excruciatingly slowly; he swipes quick, pointed flicks up the center every few seconds. He loves to drive you crazy - he knows how much harder you’ll cum if he teases you first, and watching your overstimulated body twitch under his touch is always worth the extra effort.

He can tell you’re ready when your body starts to jolt every time he touches you with his tongue. He props himself up on his elbows so he can bring his hands in front of him and spread your lips, exposing more of your clit to the air for him to abuse. Your eyes have been glued to him, watching his beautiful mouth work over your most sensitive spots, making you feel like a goddess in the process. It’s no different when you watch him descend on your pussy with his tongue extended, and your body tenses under his touch in anticipation.

He stops to look up at you and meet your gaze, which is desperate and pleading. “Relax.”

You nod in response to his one word command, taking a deep breath before letting your back fall against the mattress. He then languidly circles your clit a few times and closes his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth to play with it how he knows you like it. You moan along with the wet lewd noises that occur as he drools all over you, coating you in a layer of wetness that you know will shine on his lips and chin when he’s finished.

You let your hands fly to your breasts, twisting and pinching your nipples to add to the divine sensation. Your back arches and your thighs press against Jake's cheeks as you approach the bottom of the hill that leads to your eventual orgasm. You allow yourself to get lost in the feeling while gazing lazily at the shadows dancing across the ceiling in the golden late afternoon sunlight that pours into the room from the large picture window.

The way he’s worshiping your body, switching between a pattern of long, soft strokes and suction, has all of your nerves on fire. Just as you think you’re approaching the peak, he flips the script, edging you so delicately that you’re not even sure you’d want him to finish you off just yet. You’d let him go on as long as he wants if it weren’t for the odd shadow that’s just materialized on your ceiling. It catches your eye, confusing you until you can pull yourself out of your daze long enough to realize that the new shadow is human-shaped.

“Jake!” you gasp and bolt upright, your fight or flight response kicking in to help you pull your body out of its vulnerable position. Jake, caught completely off guard by your sudden upheaval, lets you go without much protest.

“What? What is it?” he asks, full of confusion and concern.

“I just saw someone,” you whisper. “Someone’s right outside the window, I saw a shadow.”

If he didn’t believe you, he didn’t show it. He’s probably internally rolling his eyes that his feast was disrupted by a shadow, but you are famously hard to spook. Jake holds up one finger, signaling for you to wait a moment, then brings the same finger to his lips to tell you to keep quiet while he checks it out.

You grab one of the large fluffy pillows from the head of the bed and use it to cover yourself as Jake rises to his feet and approaches the window. He slinks up to it with his back to the curtains in a comically cartoonish way, he even clasps his hands in front of his chest like he’s holding a gun and narrows his eyes - like a silly little spy routine to try and calm your nerves. He looks at you and nods before peeking around the curtain. You know he expects there to be nothing, but you hold your breath despite his best efforts.

After looking both ways and ducking to see past the foliage, Jake turns back around and shrugs his shoulders. “There’s nobody out here, babe. Coast is clear.”

“Are you sure?” You’re apprehensive to drop your protective pillow just yet.

“You can come see for yourself if you want, but it looks like the sun’s just hitting the trees in a weird way.”

“I believe you, it just... scared me.”

“Don’t worry, beautiful - everything’s fine. I’ll just close the curtains so I can keep making you feel good. How’s that sound?”

“Okay, Jakey...”

He returns to his place in front of you and pulls your safety pillow from your grip, tossing it to the floor before descending between your legs once again.

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Sam throws a New Year’s Eve party every year. The tradition began when Kiszka siblings were young and they hosted all their friends at the family home. Since growing up and moving to separate houses, the baby of the family has taken on the role. Every party since they moved to Nashville has been a rager. All kinds of people in the music industry are in attendance, along with family, friends, and friends of friends. For all intents and purposes, the energy has never changed, and it’s felt like a college house party since its conception.

This is your first year in attendance, and your first time visiting Sammy’s house at all. Granted, you did plan on making a good impression on all Jake’s friends, but being three margaritas deep by 10 pm does make that a bit of a challenge considering you’d lost sight of your intentions somewhere at the bottom of a red solo cup.

“Sammyyyyyy, could you make me another one pleeeeease?” You flash what you think is a dazzling smile at Sammy, but it probably reads as goofy.

“Sure, just after this game.” He shakes his head and smiles at your charmingly exaggerated expression when he sees it out of the corner of his eye. He’s lining up the ping pong ball held ever so lightly in his hand to toss at one of a few sparse cups, half-full of a randomly chosen liquor. At the end of the table opposite Sammy, stands Jake with his arms crossed and a cocky shit-eating grin plastered on his face. That look has been there for the last couple of rounds as the number of cups on Sam's end of the table has steadily dwindled - Sam has not had the same luck.

Of course, they’re facing each other one-on-one; the second anyone offered to join a team they were likely swiftly shut down. Their overly competitive nature has made for an entertaining show, having gained them the attention of a handful of onlookers for about twenty minutes now. You stumble to join everyone on the couch, half-falling into the lap of a very high Danny, who allows your head to fall on his shoulder. Waiting patiently isn’t your forte, but since the room has started to spin you watch the rest of the game play out with a peeved, yet still slightly smitten, expression.

Sam’s toss misses, much to his dismay, though Jake looks to be happy about it, even though he shrugs and fakes a sympathetic ‘aww’. The small audience grips the edge of their seats as Jake assumes the position to make his next move. He tosses it effortlessly and sinks it, followed by a pump of his fist and a groan from Sammy, who reluctantly takes that cup from play and downs the contents. You’re thankful that your previous experience with beer pong has equipped you with at least a loose grasp on the rules, so it doesn't come as a surprise to you when Jake throws his final ball, spinning it around the rim of the last cup on Sam’s side. Sam blows on it furiously, but to no avail - it plops into the brown liquid despite his effort to stop it.

“Fuck!” Sam shouts in frustration and nearly puts his fist through the table as Jake throws his hands up in triumph. Jake goes around high-fiving everyone and Sammy downs the remnants of bitter defeat.

“Who wants to challenge the king next?!” Jake's voice booms with the sense of pride he gained from besting his brother in a game that was probably invented by teenagers. You pout as Jake immediately gets pulled into another game, allowing you no time to intercept him before he starts reforming the pyramid of cups.

“Come on, little sis.” Sam juts his hand out to you, offering you to take it so he can pull you both away from the scene. “Let’s get you another Sammy Special.”

You give a half-hearted smile at his kind tone, which he returns when you take his hand and tease him lightheartedly. “Okay, but it better be a stiff one this time. No more of that watered down shit.”

“Oh, ouch. You wound me, I’m wounded!”

He leads you through the house to the kitchen, zig-zagging past a few dozen people you don’t recognize. You do your best to find your footing, but being a certified lightweight, paired with the fact that Sam had actually given each of your drinks a heavy pour, you struggle a little bit with maintaining your upright position.

You almost make it to the kitchen unscathed, but as you turn the corner into the large kitchen and Sam lets go of your hand, having incorrectly assumed that you could navigate on your own, you fail to dodge a corner of the kitchen counter. Your hip and thigh take the brunt of it, and you’re surely be Jake will likely find an ugly purple blotch there when he lifts your skirt later. The shock and sharp pain disorient you enough to send you spiraling, and you feel yourself falling for a moment before being caught by a pair of firm hands.

“Jesus, y/n!” Josh exclaims as he tries to steady you by the shoulders. You count yourself lucky that he was passing by at the exact same time - if he hadn’t been then you’d have a front row seat to Sam’s tile floor.

“Hiya, Joshy.” You greet the blurry outline of Jake's twin with slurred enthusiasm.

“You okay?” Josh takes on a stern tone. Paired with the scowl on his face, he’s exuding a protective quality that you can’t take seriously in your current state.

“I’m a little wobbly.” Incessant giggles bubble up from your chest.

He rolls his eyes at you, picks you up by the waist, and plops you onto the countertop. “Be more careful, or I’m gonna cut you off for the night.”

“It’s a special occasion, don’t be such a grandpa!”

“Yeah, Josh. No one likes a buzzkill,” Sam adds - because there’s no way he would ever pass up an opportunity to be a little shit.

You snort under your breath, trying to hold in a cackle and Sam laughs, turning to the cocktail ingredients he had begun assembling. Josh’s lips press into a hard line as his hands leave you so he can turn to open the fridge.

“Soooo, little sis..” Since you started dating Jake, Sammy took every opportunity to call you that. It was annoying at first but you’ve grown to like it. His youngest sibling syndrome is just part of his charm. “How’s domestic life treating ya?”

“Oh, just as normal and happy as two people can be while living in separate apartments.”

“Jake won’t move you in?” His eyes stay trained on the task in front of him.

“He says he wants to get a house instead of trying to fit us both into a one bedroom, but every time I show him a listing he finds something wrong with it.” You harumph.

”He’s not avoiding it, is he? Cause I’ll kick his ass if he’s not treating you right.”

You ponder the question for a moment. “No, I don’t think so - we just have polar opposite tastes. I’d pay good money to see that fight, though. My money’s on Jake.”

“Pfft. Mine too.” His response makes you giggle.

Josh turns around with a beer in his hand, shutting the door to the fridge and leaning against it to face you and Sam. “I’m not so sure - Sam’s pretty scrappy.”

Sam raises his eyebrows and waves a finger in Josh’s direction, agreeing with Josh’s sentiment.

“True, but Jake likes to play dirty.” Your inflection drops unconsciously as an image of Jake sweaty and shirtless trying to wrestle you to the ground intrudes on your thoughts.

The boys look at each other in confusion for a moment before Sam adds, “No, he doesn’t?”

You bite your lip, making no effort to shove off the memory. What started out as play fighting had quickly developed into one of the roughest nights of passionate angry sex you’d ever experienced. Hardly a day goes by that it doesn’t make an appearance in your daydreams. You know that’s a completely different circumstance from a fist fight, but you reckon a few of his special skills might come in handy. “He does. Trust me.”

You don’t notice Josh clench his teeth, causing the muscles on his angular jaw to flex, but you do hear Sam exaggerate an audible gag. “Save it, sis. I don’t need you soaking my kitchen - people eat here.”

“Oh, Jake’s pretty good at that too.”

Sam opens his mouth to say something, but Josh ruins his opportunity for rebuttal by choking on the sip of beer he was in the process of swallowing. He sputters, causing spurts of beer to shoot out of his mouth and dribble down the hairs on his lower lip.

“Jesus, bro. You good?” Sam tries to hold in the laugh that accompanies the concern for his brother.

Josh just nods while he wipes his face on the back of his hand then turns to set down his bottle on the counter behind him and grab a few napkins. You’re not sure if he sets it down too hard or misses the counter entirely, but you watch in powerless astonishment as it tumbles past the edge of the counter to the ground. The bottle shatters on impact, sending bits of glass spinning across the tile in all directions.

“Shit. Fuck, I’m sorry Sammy.” He sounds flustered, and quickly looks around for something to help the issue before bending down to pick up pieces of glass with his hands.

“Wait, Josh! You’re gonna-“

“Ah! FUCK!” Before you can properly warn him, he mistakenly grabs a particularly sharp edge with a closed fist, cutting a gash in his hand in the process.

“Josh! Oh my god!” you shriek when he jumps back up in shock.

He doesn’t look up from his hand - he just ignores your frantic instruction to apply pressure on the now dripping wound in favor of staring at it looking cross. His brow is creased and his lips curl up like he’s about to yell at it for misbehaving.

“Sam, go get the first aid kit,” you instruct, pointing him off to a random direction since you don’t actually know where it is, if he has one.

“Don’t, it’s fine.” Holding his bleeding hand out in front of him, he turns on his heel and storms out of the kitchen in a hurry. A few glass shards crunch under his shoes, leaving you and Sammy staring after him cluelessly.

“What the hell was that?” he asks, completely baffled. He’s looking back and forth between you and where Josh once stood while holding a napkin and a plastic cup, like a sim who’s just had all his actions canceled.

“Probably just an accident… I don’t know though, he was acting really weird.” You look down at the mess of glass and amber liquid as Sam pulls a couple towels from a drawer.

“Must’ve been drunker than he looked.” He shrugs, laughing it off, and you share a knowing glance.

“I really thought he could hold his liquor better than that.”

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As excited as you were to mingle with everyone at the party in theory, without Jake it’s proved to be incredibly boring. You were able to chat with Sam and Danny for a while after assisting with a bit of kitchen cleanup, but even they were eventually pulled away in different directions. Now, you’re stuck wandering about the house, being pulled into conversations left and right by strangers eager to ogle at Jake’s shiny new toy. It was one conversation after another about the most meaningless bullshit known to man.

You find yourself checking your phone every minute or so, until the time reads 11:42 - an acceptable enough time to find Jake and gather him for the obligatory New Year countdown. Your first instinct is to check back at the pong table where you saw him last, but it’s since been abandoned. There’s no sign of him on the main floor though, leaving you to march yourself up the stairs in search of your lost lover on the upper level.

You will be forcing him into a New Year's kiss whether he likes it or not.

A few people are scattered amongst the many rooms and halls of Sam’s second floor, but allegedly nobody has seen him. You call his name once or twice, only gaining you a few disgruntled looks from partygoers instead of a response.

You crack open a few doors to scan the space for occupants, but most seem to have flocked back downstairs - at least, you suspect so, since most rooms have been vacated or are dark entirely. The last room at the end of the corridor does have a soft light shining from the crack underneath the door. Based on deductive reasoning alone, you believe it’s probably the second floor powder room. In your slightly inebriated state, you forego a customary knock and give the handle a twist, leaning on the door with your shoulder to push it open.

“Jakey?! Is that you in there?”

You’re not sure what you really expected to find. Perhaps your beautiful, godly boyfriend, disheveled on the floor or flung over the toilet bowl, spewing out the results of a lost game of beer pong. Maybe even a stranger in the midst of relieving themself. Pretty much anything except what you actually find inside. Standing rigidly with his shoulders hunched in front of the sink, peering intensely into the mirror, is Josh. His hand that was cut earlier in the night is holding a wad of red fabric to his face, covering his mouth and nose - his other hand pumping furiously over his angry, erect cock.

It takes him a moment to realize he’s no longer alone, giving you an unobstructed view until he notices you out of the corner of his eye. When he does see you standing on unstable legs, watching him with wide eyes as you try to register exactly what you’ve stumbled upon after practically falling into the bathroom, he doesn’t stop entirely. Instead, his fist twists around the shaft and slows to a steady pace, as if hitting the pause instead of putting an end to the show.

“Close the fucking door, y/n.” His voice is muffled slightly when he speaks into the cloth bunched between his fingers that he doesn’t bother to drop.

“I- Um. I- I’m so sorry,” you stammer awkwardly, trying to peel your eyes away from the alarming scene. Just as you’re about to turn away and pull the door shut behind you, you catch the glistening pink tip twitch after emerging from the squeeze of a downward pull.

Safely in the hallway, you roll your back onto the door frame and let your body slide until your ass hits the ground and your knees meet your chest. You take a deep breath and cover your face with your hands, reeling from the embarrassment and guilt you’ve thrust on yourself by being so careless. You’re sure your cheeks must be beet red and getting redder by the second as you recount the last thirty seconds in your head.

Why didn’t he cover himself?

Is he still going at it?

Was that a bloody rag he was holding?

Did he come up here to clean his cut and get off on the bloody smell?

Holy shit, Josh has a blood kink???

Suddenly, the bathroom door flies open once more and the hallway is flooded with yellow light. Peeking through the cracks of your fingers you can see that Josh comes sauntering out slowly, moves to the wall opposite where you’re sitting and leans against it. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, so you keep your face covered, holding onto the little comfort it brings you for dear life.

Maybe, if I hold really still, he’ll just go away.

Unfortunately, no amount of wishful thinking would ever get Josh to leave you alone in a state like this.

“So, we’ve got a voyeur on our hands, hmm?” You can’t tell if the accusatory nip in his voice is completely serious or not. Surely he can’t be serious, obviously, there was no way for you to have known what was happening behind a closed door.

You allow your hands to drop to your lap and face him directly, deciding he needs to see the sincerity on your face, no matter how uncomfortable it ends up being. His eyebrow is raised at you suspiciously and his arms are crossed tightly against his chest. His other appendage is thankfully tucked back into his pants and hidden away.

“It’s not like that...It was an accident Josh, really. I'm sorry. I was just looking for Jake.”

“Ahh, Jacob - He’s probably outside with everybody else. It is almost midnight.” He raises one arm to mimic viewing the time on his watchless wrist.

As much as you’d like answers to your questions, you count yourself thankful that Josh seems eager to move on and instead ask, “Wait, why is everyone outside?”

“It’s tradition for everyone to jump in the pool at midnight.” One corner of his mouth turns up slightly as he likely recalls a fond memory or two. “Sam started it when we were kids - it sort of caught on.”

“Isn’t it fucking December right now? The pool’s probably freezing.”

“Yeahhhh, it used to be pretty bad but Sam’s pool is heated. Actually, I’m pretty sure he had the heater installed for that exact reason.”

You mouth a ‘wow’ but ultimately accept this knowledge with a nod. There’s a moment of silence between you that you want to fill, but you’re not quite sure where to begin. Being mildly drunk surely isn’t helping to clear your head either.

This is just Josh we’re talking about here. You’ve known him and his brothers for years before you and Jake even started dating - it shouldn’t be this difficult to talk to him. He’s the kind one, the understanding one, the…

“Just say what’s on your mind. I won’t bite.”

…the intuitive one.

You chew on your lip and look away, trying to organize everything whizzing through your mind into at least one coherent thought - which his piercing expectant stare is doing nothing to help. Should you start with the fact that you just witnessed your boyfriend’s twin brother doing the salami slap in his younger brother’s bathroom on New Year’s Eve, or make something up and say literally anything else? You wish more than anything that it could be the latter, but you know that Josh won’t be letting you off on a lie.

With a deep breath for strength, you look back up at his sweet eyes and do your best not to look like the whole situation is causing you pain. To avoid any further embarrassment, you resolve to scrape up the bare minimum that’ll get him off your back. “You’re not mad at me are you?”

“No, silly. You said it was an accident, I have no reason not to believe that.” He chuckles lightly under his breath, sounding surprised and a little relieved.

“Okay... Are you going to tell Jake?” You go back to staring at your hands as your stomach flips at the thought.

“Why?”

“Even if you’re not mad, he might be.”

“Then.. it depends.” He tips his head back a bit so he’s looking at you with hooded eyes, making it difficult for you to really read them. “Did you like it?”

You don’t make any effort to stop the look of incredulity that you know is there. “What? Of course not. Why would you ask me that?”

“No reason.” A nasty smirk crawls onto his lips as he starts walking away, “You were just staring for a really long time, that’s all. Thought I saw you drooling.” He throws his one last remark over his shoulder before turning the corner and leaving you alone on the floor, completely dumbfounded.

Was I drooling?

Whether or not you liked it hadn’t really crossed your mind. You want to say no - it was jarring and unexpected, and it made you feel wrong - but your gut reaction when being asked if you enjoyed seeing so much of Josh is not to say no, just that it looks so much like Jake’s.

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Josh was right. The party has mostly shifted to the backyard, where everyone is scattered around the edge of Sam’s luxurious pool. They’re mingling and drinking to classic rock music, surrounded by steam from the warmth of the pool reacting to the crisp night air. You spot Jake talking to Sam, only half listening to whatever he’s saying while scanning the crowd to look around for you with a determined expression. You find it charming that he acts like a little lost puppy without you, and when he sees you walking towards him he lights up just like one would after not seeing their owner for too long. He politely excuses himself from his conversation and meets you halfway, interlocking his arm with yours and planting a sweet kiss on your cheek as soon as you’re within reach.

“Where were you?” he mumbles against your skin, holding you close to him for just barely longer than necessary, but his touch is extremely welcome at the moment.

“Oh…nowhere. I’ve just been trying to find you and got a little lost.”

“Lost, huh?” He lets his mouth hang for a moment after the last syllable like he were to chew on it, pondering the meaning of the words as they come out.

“Yeahhh, but I ran into Josh and he pointed me out here.”

“Well…good thing - you barely made it.”

A handful of people start the countdown and gradually everyone joins in until the whole party is calling out the final seconds to midnight. Jake takes both your hands in his and smiles, giving them each a light squeeze.

5, 4, 3, 2…

Beautifully overdressed people position themselves at the edge of the pool, playfully pushing others out of the way to keep themselves perfectly poised to jump. On the final count, there’s a roar of noises, cheering, popping, and drunken partygoers fall into the warm water like quarters in an arcade game. Amidst all the chaos, Jake delicately presses his lips to yours, and you enjoy a magical moment together until you’re unceremoniously thrown into the pool.

The commotion and size of the pool have created what’s essentially a human soup. You’re underwater just briefly but somehow still manage to get kicked by at least two people. To your relief, when you extend your legs they’re met with concrete and you’re able to stand and make your way back to the edge.

“Why’d you do that?! Fuck, now I’m soaked!” You pout through the streams of water rolling off your face.

”I thought you jumped!”

You grab your shoes by the heels and yank them off to toss them onto the concrete before you reach for the hand Jake has bent down to offer. He clasps two hands around your one to help you clear the edge of the pool without risking a slip.

“Alright, somebody better fess up. Who thought it would be funny to push her?” He raises his voice as he turns to look around for the presumed perpetrator.

“Whatever, just leave it - it doesn’t matter.” Goosebumps pucker your skin, causing you to shiver in the crisp air. You fold your arms over your torso to conserve some of your body heat, but your hair and clothes cling to you in an uncomfortable way that you’re not at all fond of. “I wanted to go home anyway.”

“What? No, we can’t leave yet! You’ll be dry in no time babe, we’re not leaving.”

“Jake, my clothes are basically see through now and my hair is ruined. I want to leave.” You speak matter-of-factly, letting him know that you’ve put your foot down.

He sighs dramatically, making it obvious that he’s probably seeing this as an overreaction on your part. You roll your eyes and adjust your stance to jut your hip out and throw your arms up just enough for him to view your torso, showing him how your white shirt is essentially acting as a second skin. The tight satin top leaves little to the imagination on its own without the added help of being soaked all the way through - your red lace bra now fully on display.

“Alright, fine,” he finally caves with a huff, but you can tell he’s trying to conceal a smirk when he adds, “You’re too fucking hard-headed for your own good.”

“But, you love me, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s a blessing and a curse. Here, take the keys and start heating up the car. I’ll run inside and grab you some towels.”

You place a peck on his cheek and grab the keys from him in a hurry before parting ways. Your teeth start to chatter as you make your way down the neatly landscaped path to the garden gate that leads to the front of the house.

It’s not a long walk to the side street where Jake had parked, but your overstimulated state is making it easy for you to become annoyed that he didn’t park in the driveway like he usually would. “We should keep the front of the house free for people that aren’t as familiar with the area as we are,'' he had said to you when you complained about walking a block and a half with heels on. You make a mental note to scold him for it later.

As you approach the familiar black Jeep, your quickly numbing fingers fumble with the key fob to unlock it, and you slide yourself into the passenger seat as soon as you hear it click open. Once the vehicle breathes to life, you select the highest temperature option on the dash, immediately wincing away from the cold air that blasts from the vents. It only takes a moment before it starts to warm and your tight muscles relax.

Everything touching you is overwhelming, the damp clothing has started to irritate your skin in some places and you worry it might leave you with a rash. You do what you can to get comfortable by starting to remove your jewelry, placing it in one of the empty cup holders. Just as you’re unclasping your necklace, the cabin lights come on and the driver's side door opens for the familiar build of your boyfriend.

“Hey, where are the towels? Seriously? You had one job,” you whine at the lack of sweet fluffy relief in his hands until he actually enters the car, and you realize it isn’t Jake at all. “Josh? What are you doing?”

“Well, hello to you too, missy. We’re gonna go for a little drive. Just sit back and relax.” Once he’s situated the seat to his liking and adjusted the mirrors accordingly, he turns to flash you his famous toothy smile.

“Uhh, Jake’s just grabbing towels… he’s gonna be right back and then we’re going home.”

“What? You mean this isn’t my car?” He looks around in faux shock for a moment, then shakes his head and laughs at his own joke. His laugh sounds normal at first until it evolves slightly, becoming creepy and maniacal right there in the moment. You want to tell him to stop, but it ends with a sigh and a single clap of his hands.

“Quit fucking around, Josh.” He’s been known to play a prank every once in a while, but never one that makes your palms sweat and heart race quite as much as this.

This is the third incident tonight... He must be coked out of his fucking mind or something...

“I’m afraid this isn’t a joke, babe.” He pulls a knife from somewhere in his khaki jacket, and flips it around in his hands to point it in your direction just a foot or so away. His eyes darken, becoming dead serious. “We’re gonna go for a drive, and you’re not gonna make a fuss, alright?”

“Seriously, cut it out. This isn’t fucking funny. Jake is coming back any second.” Your senses are seconds away from overdrive. The sight of the glistening metal has you reflexively pulling away from him and your hand hovering near the door handle, ready to make a break for it if necessary. Your eyes flicker from the knife to his face, and his jump from your face to your hand and back.

“You know what, you’re right.” He turns his hand to point the knife away from you. “I’ve made a grave mistake. What was I thinking playing such a cruel prank on my brother’s beloved? I’m sorry y/n, I’ll just see myself out.”

“…N-no it’s okay. I just thought-“

Before you can finish your sentence, or do anything to react at all, Josh clenches his fist around the handle, sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, and whips his arm around to your side of the car. The butt of the knife connects with your skull, and the force knocks you completely unconscious.

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It’s not difficult to open your eyes when you come to, but it is difficult to see in the darkness. You’re sure you’re laying on your back, and you’re sure you’re in the backseat of a car, but you’re not sure of much else beyond that. You attempt to lift your head to look around but find it unexpectedly difficult to lift the weight, dropping it back down with a groan.

Fuck, how much did I drink? I haven’t blacked out like that in a while…

“Welcome back to the land of the living, sunshine.” The singsongy voice confuses you more than anything, as it’s not the one you expected to hear.

“Jakey?”

“I must’ve hit you pretty hard, huh? I’d appreciate it if you don’t make me do that again.” His voice is coming from somewhere by your legs, paired with the sound of smacking wet kisses.

“...Josh?” You try your hardest to shake the fog that’s clouding your mind.

I think I remember hitting my head.

He doesn’t answer you, so you focus on what he said to hopefully gain enough clarity to piece it all together. Falling into the pool unexpectedly was pretty sobering, but it’s starting to come back to you how you came to be in this situation.

He said he hit me, he knocked me out. He must have taken me somewhere.

You find enough strength to try and move again. At first, you can only wiggle a bit, so you attempt to move your arms to assist you in sitting up, only to find that they’re duct taped behind your back.

“What’s happening?” Your heartbeat quickens until it’s beating so hard and fast that you can hear it in your ears.

“Try not to panic, princess. The more you struggle, the more I might not be able to control myself.” When he exhales, you can feel the heat feather across your skin. You force yourself to finally lift your head so you can scan down the length of your body. Your still-soaked bra has been pushed up to your neck and your shirt has been ripped open, or rather cut by the silver blade held in Josh’s hand near the waistband of your skirt. The skirt itself is still in its place, but the damp expanse of your stomach is being caressed over and over by continuous laps of Josh’s tongue.

“What are you doing?! Get the fuck off of me!”

“Awww, now I know you don’t mean that. You loved it in your sleep, you even moaned a few times,” he teases as you try to squirm away, yet he holds you still, even when you try to kick him away with your knees, your only available form of defense.

“I don’t care! Let me go, you fucking asshole!”

“Oh, but the night is so young! We’re just getting started!” No matter how hard you try to fight him, he’s obviously loving this, evidenced by a growing grin curling over his teeth.

“Getting started with what? What are you gonna do with me? Kill me?” You spit your words at him, stilling your fruitless thrashing in an effort to catch your breath.

“I didn’t plan on killing you, but we are gonna have some fun. I have to get you inside first though, then I can tell you.”

“I’ll scream.”

“Go ahead and scream all you want, nobody can hear you out here. Your screams are all mine tonight.” His goofy smile is something you’d grown to love, but now, in this darkness, there’s a perverse sinister quality - like something has possessed the kind man you used to consider one of your closest friends.

“…Let me go, Josh. I won’t tell anyone.”

“No way in hell, princess. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” He first replaces your bra, then flips the handle on the door and shoves it open, finding his footing outside the car before adjusting his grip on you and the knife pressed to your stomach.

“Stop fucking calling me that.”

He smirks at your defiance as he stands up, pulling you with him and protecting your head from the top of the car with his hand.

Now outside, you realize you’re in a wooded area dense with trees in every direction you can see. Directly ahead of you is a small, run-down cabin. The steps up to the front porch are slightly bowed and the paint is peeling off the side paneling. Though it seems like it should be abandoned, a gentle glow coming from the frosted windows makes it clear someone has recently been inside, if they aren’t currently.

“Where are we?”

You shiver as whips of cold from the breeze bite at the wet spots on your breasts and stomach where Josh had been enjoying himself.

“You don’t really know how kidnappings work, do you?” You ignore the tinge of embarrassment that you feel when he laughs at you. “I own this place, so you don’t have to worry about anyone disturbing us.” He kicks the car door shut before guiding you towards the small building with a tight grip on your bicep, the tip of the knife he threatened you with slotted firmly against the small of your back. “Just be a good girl and I’ll worry about the rest, can you do that for me?”

Now that you realize there’s no shred of hope that this is just some fucked up joke, your racing heart kicks into overdrive, forcing you into fight or flight mode. There’s no stopping the gradual frantic increase in your voice when you respond, “No, Josh. Please - Please let me go, someone, help me please!”

Josh groans and lets out a scream of his own, matching your volume. “Oh no, someone help! She’s been taken! I’m a madman! I told you, there’s nobody around to answer.”

The growing feeling of complete and utter helplessness causes your lower lip to quiver, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing all the hope drain out of you in real time. Once you’ve reached the front porch, he drags your thrashing body up the steps to the large, aged door. There, he twists the knob and in one swift motion, he pushes it open and shoves you inside.

You stumble momentarily, but catch yourself in time to look around and get a handle on your bearings. It’s small inside - just one spacious room with one corner sectioned off to be a dedicated kitchenette, and an alcove on the far end of the room that’s taken up entirely by a king-size bed. Two doors sit against another wall, and one of them has been left ajar, allowing you just enough of a view inside to recognize it as a bathroom. Even though the small space is sparsely-lit by a soft, warm light, the decor itself prevents it from feeling cozy. The ceilings are vaulted, giving it a false sense of spaciousness, and all the furniture is clearly catered to Josh’s expensive taste. The bed is adorned with furs, the walls are decorated with visually pleasing but pretentious artwork, and in the middle of the open space is a table set with candles and fine china. Wine and strawberries had been set out on the dark wood ahead of time. The spread would be inviting if it weren’t for Josh’s menagerie of tools - zip ties, duct tape, rope, a handful of pills in an unlabelled bag, and a small array of weapons are all laid out next to the plates like they belong there.

“What the hell is this?”

“I never got the chance to show you how much happier I could make you. So, now I’m gonna spend the night trying to prove it to you.” Even though he’s turned away from you to lock the door, you can hear the sick smile in his voice, and you suddenly realize he’s presented you with a golden opportunity.

You know you’ve only got a split second; your brain is foggy from panic, weighed down by the last lingering effects of alcohol, but you try to push it all aside. Your eyes flick around frantically in search of a way out, but there's nothing that would offer you a quick enough escape from the cabin before Josh could stop you. Before you can really make up your mind, your feet are deciding for you - you sprint toward the bathroom as fast as you can manage in your battered state. You don’t dare look back when his heavy footfall hits the floor just a step behind you, but you’re able to slip through and shut the door with your shoulder. You try to choke back violent, terrified sobs as you brace your back against the door, but you can’t suppress the scream that spills out when he throws his body against it seconds later. The wood is old and you can hear it cracking under the pressure as you blindly fumble for the lock with your bound hands.

Somehow, you manage to find and press it - even with the lock in place, adrenaline keeps your back glued to the door. The extremely heightened emotion, mixed with the sudden physical labor, puts the bitter taste of bile in your mouth as your tightened stomach threatens to spill its contents with each heaving breath.

There’s no evidence of a light switch in the obvious places, so you let your knees buckle under you from pure exhaustion, and you slide down the worn lacquer into a puddle of tears on the floor. You squeeze your eyes closed tight and wish away the rattling of the door knob as Josh twists it frantically from the other side. Every few seconds, another determined slam against the door causes you to jump until it ceases abruptly.

The absence of noise is somehow more disturbing than its counterpart, like a calm before the storm that’ll come whenever Josh decides to take an ax to the barrier standing between you and him. The silence carries on for just a tad longer than you’re comfortable with and your curiosity overcomes your nerves - you press your ear against the door to listen for movement. You attempt to quiet your sobs, reducing them to muted chokes for breath from your tired lungs and pray he won’t hear you.

Through the door comes a frustrated grunt and a single pound of his fist against the thin wood. “I knew you were feisty but damn… You’ve got some fucking nerve.”

“I’m not doing this! I’m not taking part in your sick role play!” you scream into the darkness, louder than necessary for such a tight space - you could whisper against the wood and he would probably be able to hear it.

“You’re already a part of it.” You could hear the goading grin in his tone, but he sounds like his patience is waning when he pointedly informs you, “And you can’t stay in there forever. Sooner or later, you’ll have to come out. This’ll all go much smoother if you just let yourself enjoy it.”

Somewhere in the folds of your panicked brain, you know he’s right, but you’re clutching to your naive optimism like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered down. You squeeze your eyes shut, swallow back the lump at the back of your throat, and whisper to yourself, “Jake will come - he’ll realize something is wrong and then he won’t stop until he finds me.”

Between the obstacle of the wooden door and the jagged, uncontrollable breaths you’re taking, you’re not sure how he hears you, but you know he has when he puts on an air of false pity to tell you, “Jake’s not coming, princess.”

With your literal life on the line, it’s probably the last thing you should be worried about, but the way he says it feels demeaning. Your blood boils a little more every time, and now that you’ve reached your limit, you grit your teeth and scream, “I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING PRINCESS, JOSH!”

A heavy silence haunts the pause he takes before speaking again.

“I find your temper charming, but you’d better watch how you speak to me.” He threatens through grit teeth, making him sound as though he’s barely restraining himself from tearing you limb from limb. “Just think about it. He was expecting to take you right home - so he must have come back to find you and his car missing. He could easily find out where you are from your phone’s location, which I have right here in my pocket. Don’t you think that if he was going to save you, he’d be here already?”

He has a point. Why hasn’t Jake shown up?

“Look,” he continues. “I know you’re scared, but I didn’t bring you all the way out here and set this shit up just to hurt you.”

“Then let me go.” A lump the size of a boulder settles in your throat, you try not to let it affect your voice.

“I also didn’t go through all this trouble just to let you go as soon as I got you here.”

Okay, think. How do I get out of here as painlessly as possible?

I could wait in here but I don’t know if he’s crazy enough to break the door down. He could be lying, he could have disabled GPS on my phone or thrown it wherever and that’s why Jake hasn’t shown up with the cops yet.

What if I do what he wants, will he let me go when he’s finished with me?

“I’m not gonna wait around forever.” The anger dripping from his voice gives it an eerie quality, severe enough to raise the hair on the back of your neck.

“Hold on. If I come out…will you promise not to hurt me?”

“I never planned on hurting you.”

Part of you wants to believe him, but you know that’s a mistake you can’t afford to make. Never in a million years did you think you’d be stuck weighing whether or not this kind soul could be capable of murder. You’re not sure how much time you lost to unconsciousness, but just a few hours ago you would have trusted him with anything. Now, you don’t know what to think. What else has he lied about? Is he lying now? Probably. Either way, it’s a gamble, but which is the better bet?

Light pangs of metal hitting wood come from where Josh is tapping the tip of his knife on the other side of the door. “Tick, tock…tick, tock. What’ll it be, baby?”

We’re the same size but he can still overpower me. Can’t use my hands so I can’t fight. No time to

He has the home field advantage. I probably wouldn’t be able to hide if I made it outside, even if I did I might freeze.

Not sure if I can outrun him…

“Times up.” The floor creaks once again as he moves away from the door. You hear his footsteps pace across the span of the room, pause, and then return in a matter of seconds. “So naive of you to assume I would have any one-way locks in this place.”

Every coherent thought, plan, and sense of security you had gained turns to TV static in your mind when the door handle starts rattling. Instinctively you dig your heels into the tile to push yourself farther into the bathroom, slinking back as far as the space will allow until your back hits the lip of the tub.

White hot tears silently stain your cheeks as the rattling stops and the bathroom door swings open.

Illuminated as only a knife-wielding silhouette in the doorway, Josh cocks his head to the side. He’s taking deep, dragging breaths like he just ran a marathon, and at some point in your separation he rid himself of his shirt and coat. “You didn’t even find something to cut the tape with? Not even an ambush, wow. I thought you were smarter than this, y/n.”

“You piece of shit, don’t fucking touch me!” You scream at him while he makes his way to you in three steps.

“Shut up.” He grabs the tape between your bound wrists and pulls, dragging you across the bathroom floor kicking and screaming. You thrash against him desperately, but he doesn’t let go until he throws you into the table. The wind is knocked right out of your lungs on impact, doubling you over on the floor while you try to catch your breath. There’s barely enough time to recover from the blow before he’s grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you onto a dining chair.

Even after he’s forced you into a sitting position and affixed the blade of his knife to your neck, he holds your head high by the roots.

“How many times do I have to tell you that this would go easier if you just listened to me?” He lowers himself to your level and shouts in your face, laying the edge of the knife into your skin until it stings so badly that you have to grit your teeth to bear it. Small red beads pearl up to the surface under the foreign metal. A fresh pool of tears spills over your lower lashes, and you track his eyes as he follows their trail down your cheeks.

“That was scary, huh?” You nod once. “I’m sorry, baby. Everything’s gonna be just fine if you listen from now on, can you do that for me, baby?” You nod again.

“Good...good girl.”

He kisses you softly on your temple as he stands, just like Jake always does when you’re upset. You sniff the remnants of tears away and try not to think about it too much. Without taking his eyes off you, he plucks a roll of duct tape off the table and holds it up for you to see. “I have to tape you to the chair, but you have to be still. If you can be still and let me do that, I'll give you your hands back, okay?” You don’t say anything, but you look at him in a way so he knows you understand. He searches your face for a moment before giving you a tight nod and going to work.

Finally, he releases his hold on your hair, and against your better judgment you stay still just like he’s asked you to. Your stares bore into each other so intensely that you should be able to see into his soul. His eyes give away that he’s noticed your conscious choice to cooperate - you think he might even be proud of your restraint. You used to think that his eyes gave everything away. You turned out to be wrong.

He lowers himself, bending one leg to kneel in front of you, and the knife follows - trailing the sharp tip from where it had left a long, scarlet-red opening in your skin. and then trails down the ridge of your breast. He briefly pauses, turning the knife in his hand so he can rest the chilled, flat side of the blade against your nipple - you’re not sure what kind of response he’s looking for, but you try not to give him one. The point scrapes against your abdomen with just enough pressure to etch another pronounced, red line into the delicate skin as he travels to your inner thigh. It finally stalls at your knee while Josh wraps the fingers of his free around your ankle so he can guide your leg into the position he wants. Then, as he pulls a corner of the tape free, the tip comes to rest on the meat of your calf.

With the smallest amount of force, he could drive the blade right through the muscle and out the other side, if he so desired. He’s doing a bang up job of keeping you guessing - letting the uncertainty of his next move keep you docile as he binds your ankles to the legs of the chair, one at a time. You put up no fight when he spreads your knees, or when he briefly gazes into the space he’s made between them and absently licks his lips.

“I told you, a little cooperation would make this easier for us both.” Audacity coats his words like a thick blanket as he steps behind you. He slices the tape binding your wrists down the middle and peels off each remaining piece, freeing your hands at last.

Before he takes his place at the seat across the table, he grabs one of them and raises it slightly to inspect it. Your loose limbs are weak and tingly, the abnormal position kept you from noticing how swollen and red your wrists had become. Struggling against the tape left discolored indents where it had rolled up slightly, and ugly welts puckered your skin where the tape was ripped off.

“I’m sorry about this.” He rotates your arm in his grasp, analyzing his handiwork like an artist analyzes a finished piece for imperfections.

“Sure you are,” you say flatly and snatch your hand away from him, eliciting a small chuckle from Josh as he turns to sit in his assigned seat.

“None of this would have been necessary if you’d just learned how to play nice.” He wipes the blade of the knife on the corner of the tablecloth before setting it down with the others. The bottle of wine is already open, making it effortless for him to pop the cork and pour a small amount into two glasses. When he sets one of the glasses in front of your table setting, you make a point to ignore it - instead massaging the insides of your wrists as you rest them on the table.

“There’s no ‘let’ in this equation, Josh.” Your eyes nearly scratch your brain from how far you roll them to the back of your skull. “I’m here against my will, remember?”

“Watch that tone of yours.” He narrows his eyes and speaks through a mouthful of half-chewed strawberry, “You didn’t give me much of a choice on that one, now did you?”

“You had no choice but to kidnap me?! Honestly, what did you think would happen? That I would just roll over and take it? You’re so fucking stupid sometimes Josh.”

“I said, watch your fucking tone with me.” He slams his hands on the table, rattling the flatware enough to make you flinch, and knocks his chair off its feet when he stands forcefully. “And yeah, you’re damn right I had no choice. I didn’t even know dating you was an option until you started fucking my brother, but I did know I was better for you than him. Especially after hearing about how you like him to fuck you, but you didn’t even consider me until you got lingering eyes.”

“Is that what this is about?” you scoff, gesturing to the room around you. “Walking in on you earlier was an accident, and I’m sorry about it but this is not-“

“Oh, I had this planned long before tonight, that was just the icing on the cake. I’m talking about everything else,” he cuts you off.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It’s a lie, but you’re too scared to admit that you know exactly what he's referring to.

“Really, y/n?! Fuck you, you flirted with me right in front of Jake more than once! You couldn’t have made it more obvious if you tried, then I had to get disciplined by my little brother for something I didn't even do and watch you turn around and be happy with him! How do you think that made me feel?!”

His honesty hits you like a freight train. Nothing about what he said is untrue, you did make moves on him when your inhibitions were obscured, and you chose to sweep it under the rug when you were sober. When Jake confronted you about it and you could’ve come clean, you lied. The possibility of it coming back to bite you in the ass was overshadowed by the fear of taking the blame and its consequences.

The sludge-like feeling of guilt you’d tried to avoid settles in the pit of your stomach, but you envelope it humbly and shove it down inside you to be dealt with later. You knew he had to have a reason - even if it wasn’t good enough to justify his actions, there had to be one.

“I thought we were friends, Josh. Why didn’t you just talk to me like a normal person?”

“How could I with all the mixed signals you were giving me? Cold shoulder one day and full on flirting the next time you happened to get so wasted you probably don’t even remember doing it.”

Is this my fault?

“I'm sorry I made a few drunken mistakes, but that doesn’t mean you get to hold me hostage! Jake really isn’t gonna let you get away with it this time and you’ll crumble as soon as he gets his hands on you.” Your blood is starting to boil, and you can feel your temper begin to bubble just under your skin.

“Oh, so you’re threatening me now?” He snatches a switchblade from the table, flipping it open as he marches towards you.

You scramble for a knife on the table to defend yourself, but he left them just out of your reach. Desperate for any protection, you grab the fork just in front of you and brandish it in his direction. “Stay away from me with that thing, I’m serious!”

“That’s so cute,” he chastises, pausing only for a moment before he lunges at you and grabs the wrist that wields your weapon of choice. You use your free hand to beat on his arm, but he squeezes so hard that you cry out in pain and the fork falls from your grip involuntarily. It crashes to the ground and you attempt to swing at him with your free hand, leaving you wide open for him to press his blade to the apple of your cheek.

You freeze the moment you feel the steel against your skin, and he leans in until his face is barely a few inches from yours. “Jacob is the least of my worries, princess. I can hold my own. Besides, I know you don’t really want him interfering.”

“What are you talking about?” Usually Jake has him quaking in his boots when it comes to tests of dominance, so this sudden show of power confuses you.

“Earlier, you asked me if I was going to tell Jake about our encounter. Why was that?” He narrows his eyes again, waiting to see if your response will match the one he’s clearly looking for.

“I just… I didn’t want him getting upset.”

“Wrong. I think you didn’t want me to tell him that you didn’t close that door right away.” He grabs the back of your chair with the hand that was confining your wrist, and leans it on the back two legs so he’s looking down directly into your eyes. “I think you didn’t want me to tell him how much you liked it.”

“You don’t know that.” It comes out much softer than you intended.

“Don’t I?” He raises his eyebrows and speaks with a knowing tone that sounds way too confident for your taste.

You flinch when the knife moves, but it leaves your face and instead slips carefully under the straps of the clothing still clinging to your body, still barely dried at all. He cuts through them at both shoulders and straight down middle, pulling the pieces from your body in a hurry. Fighting him would just prove fruitless, so you stay silent and let him finish.

Next he goes for the waistband of your skirt, effortlessly slicing through the fabric like it was made of paper. You hang your head when he removes it and try to close your legs as much as your restraints will allow.

“No panties, I see. Were you expecting something?”

“It’s a matching set, I couldn’t find the bottoms.” You avoid eye contact, looking for any bit of relief you can get.

“You mean, these?” He fishes a small bundle of fabric from his pocket and tosses it onto the table. It unravels on impact, revealing to you the red lace panties that you were hoping would end up on Jake’s floor tonight. “Sorry I forgot to return them in time, but I can pay my late fee.”

You were so unprepared for this level of shock that he’s rendered you frozen, head spinning in search of an explanation for how he could have possibly gotten his hands on them - but nothing is making sense amongst your frenzied thoughts.

“Where did you get those?” You try to remain stone-faced so as to not let him feed off the fear coursing through you.

“I have my ways - it’s not important.” He smiles evilly, obviously enjoying this more than he should be.

“No, it is important. How did you get them?” Your eyes are glued to the lace as realization sets in - the realization that Josh’s delusion is much more dangerous than you originally thought.

“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?”

“Jesus fucking christ, Josh. Be fucking straight with me, right the fuck now. You owe me that at least.”

“Why? What are you scared of?” He grins like he already knows what you're thinking, and you think he just might. You’re not expecting it when he pinches one of your nipples between his fingers, making you twitch under the touch. It’s more surprising to you that he was able to restrain himself for as long as he did.

You’re connecting the dots in your head. It makes sense now. What you thought was a bloody cloth he was holding in the bathroom was actually a pair of your panties. You’d worn those panties just a few days prior for a Christmas party, and you intentionally washed them to be ready for tonight. They should have been in your drawer ready to go where you know you put them, but at some point in the last 48 hours, Josh took them from your home with the knowledge you’d be expecting to wear them again. Not only that, but he knows, to a degree of unknown certainty, that the image of him has been playing on a non-stop loop in your head.

“You were in my house?” you ask, already so sure of his crime that it sounds more like a statement than a question.

“You really ought to start locking your bedroom window.” His grin grows wider as he watches light bulbs turn on in your head.

“…And it wasn’t just one time.” You’re just processing your thoughts out loud now. For him to be so sure of himself that he feels confident enough to kidnap you, he had to have snuck in on more than one occasion.

He throws the knife behind him and it clunks loudly against the china as it lands somewhere on the table. He grabs your neck just under the jaw and forces you to look at him.

“What if I told you I've been in your house so much that I know your deepest darkest thoughts?” His voice is deep, desperate, and deranged. “I know what you talk about on facetime with your friends and I know what you ask Jake to do to you in the heat of a moment. I even know exactly when you’re about to cum based on the sound of your-“

“Stop.” He’s trying to break you - he’s showing all his cards trying to get you to bend to his will, and it’s working.

“Does it make your pretty cunt wet thinking about me watching your every move from inside the safety of your own home? What if I told you I snuck in and touched myself while I watched you sleep? Does it make you tingle?” He’s so close you can smell the crisp mint of his mouthwash, and see the pores dotting his golden skin.

“Stop it!” You curse the chills you get when his words reach your eardrums, tickling something primal in you that hasn’t been touched in much too long.

“You’re just as fucked up as I am, princess. I've heard what you talk about on facetime with your friends and I know what you ask Jake to do to you. I know you’re a dirty little slut who wants to be forced to her knees.”

You’re filled with shame thinking about how much he’s been witness to. You’ve confided in your friends about things you wouldn’t dream of telling Jake. All your kinkiest fantasies, the things you’ve said while swooning over celebrities, everything you wish Jake would do that you’re too scared to ask for - Josh heard it all.

Not only had he heard it - he heard it and he liked it.

Then it hits you… Josh was so worked up thinking about all the depraved fantasies that could be swirling around your noggin that he was going to spill his load for you right then and there. There’s no way he could’ve possibly waited until he got home to fill his head with your scent.

But why would he do that if he had plans to kidnap me later…

“You left the door unlocked on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.” He smirks.

“You wanted me to see you because you thought I would like it.”

“And I bet you like it so much more now that you know what I was thinking about. You’ve been thinking about me since it happened, haven’t you?”

You want to say no. You want to refuse him and spit in his face, but something is stopping you. Maybe it’s the desire deep inside you, but it’s probably his hand that’s been creeping up your thigh.

“Don’t think I can’t see how you’ve been squirming in that seat. Come on, baby. Kiss me.”

He leans in to kiss you and kneads your soft flesh in his hand for good measure. When his lips collide with yours, you don’t give in immediately. You feel yourself start to soften to him, the moderately chapped quality of his pillowy lips doesn’t offend you, and you feel yourself giving in. That’s when sirens sound off in your brain.

Instinctively, you push him away.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this…

“Dammit, y/n!” He winds his hand back as if he means to strike you, but when you wince away from him he spins around and punches the air. “You can’t hide from me! You can’t hide from who you are, so what are you running from?! Just give yourself to me!”

“I can’t!” you scream back at his sudden outburst. It looks as though he’s snapped, pacing the room back and forth with his head in his hands in his version of a tantrum. He pulls at his hair by the roots as he processes some sort of inner turmoil. You thought you’d seen the last of scary Josh, but yet again, you were wrong.

He paces the room once more before turning back to the knives laid out on the table. He pursues them quickly, hovering his hand over each one before settling on the same one he started with - a mid-sized hunting knife with a smooth wooden handle.

“You can, you’re just scared of what our dear mutual friend would have to say about it.” He stares down at the knife, adjusting his grip around it.

Your lower lip begins to quiver at the thought of what he actually might say if he really knew how you felt. He might have an inkling of your lust for him since the incident, but as far as he was concerned you belonged to him - mind, body, and soul. Would he be angry? Broken? Would he ever speak to you again?

He takes your face in his hands, sandwiching the handle against your cheek so the blade glides into your hair. The sound of it scraping against the strands makes you shiver from your nose to your toes. “I know what you want, baby. Give it up.”

“I don’t think I can, Josh… but I want to.” There's a real apology in your voice. You can see on his face just how much restraint he’s harnessing, either to keep from hurting you or taking advantage of you - though you’re sure they’re not mutually exclusive in his mind.

“He isn’t going to find out, princess. Don’t you think it’s about time you indulge a little?” He sprinkles a giggle over the end of his rhetorical question. You’d probably find his sentiment rather cute if it wasn’t followed by another drastic switch in his demeanor - he grabs the edge of the table and shoves it, toppling it over to the side, everything on it crashing to the floor. Glasses and plates shatter on impact, creating an ear splitting noise, and you curse him silently for nearly giving you whiplash with his two-faced tendencies. You’re about to yell at him when you see he’s made room to pull up his chair directly in front of yours, so close that when he sits he has to spread his legs wider than yours to keep your knees from touching. “I want you to touch yourself for me.”

“W-what?” You were not expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

“Touch yourself… nice and slow. It’s only fair.” He leans his elbows on his knees and taps the knife against your bare thigh. Your hands begin to move toward your center before jerking back slightly in a breath of uneasiness. “Don’t get shy on me now, I’ve seen how you open up for him.”

You already know that he’s being serious - this exact scenario is one you’d talked about with Jake once that ultimately got shot down, but you search his eyes anyway. All that’s there is raw, unbridled lust, whirring around in his eyes like hurricanes made of desperation. Not a flicker of apprehension, or pity - nothing that makes you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed as you usually would.

Slowly, like you’re trying not to spook a feral animal, you lower one hand to your clit and rub tight circles over it. There’s already a great amount of wetness creeping up your slit, making all of your movements extra sweet on the sensitive bud. When you slide one finger farther down to meet your entrance, it squelches as it slips inside, evidencing to you both that you’re more turned on than you realized. His eyes widen and a hum comes from low in his throat. You’re too pleased with how much he’s enjoying you to suppress the smile that comes to your lips.

You continue to tease yourself, sliding your one finger out far enough to circle your clit a few more times before returning to your warm embrace. The combination makes you moan, but you don’t stifle it in favor of watching the erection grow in Josh’s pants until he reaches for his belt. You reward him with another moan when he pulls out his cock and rolls his fist over it for the second time tonight.

It really is very similar to Jake’s, more than you’d care to admit. Thick, smooth, and mushroom-tipped - it’s easier to appreciate at this distance how gorgeous it is.

I wonder if they taste similar, too.

The thought shocks you a bit, but you let it live. A variety of other intrusive thoughts make their presence known now that you’ve moved on to a place of acceptance. One in particular feels especially promising…

I wonder how worked up I can get him.

Eager to earn more reactions from him, you dial up the sultry factor. Your free hand comes up to cup your breast, kneading it between your fingers and squeezing it against its counterpart. Your back arches slightly, sending a roll through your body, and you bite your lower lip as a cherry on top.

His jaw drops as he watches you make a fool out of him. It’s nice to be admired in this way you’ve never been admired before, but it does amuse you how easily he became putty in your hands with a bat of your eyelashes.

“You gonna stare all night?” You snicker as you tease him, and he falls to his knees in front of you at your thinly veiled invitation. Cock still in hand, he leaves a trail of kisses up your calf to your knee where he rests his head. You let him stay there gawking at the drawn out movements of your hand against your pussy. His hips rut into his fist, and you can tell he’s sped up his strokes based on the movement of his arm. Though his stamina does impress you, part of you worries he might be nearing his end - and another, more confusing part of you, wants to keep that from happening just yet.

“Josh-“ you coo at him, begging with his name.

“Shh, don’t stop. Play with that pretty clit a little more for me.”

You roll your eyes but do as he says, focusing your attention on babying the bundle of nerves. Tension in your abdomen builds towards a steadily approaching orgasm, but it plateaus when he raises his first two fingers to his lips, and parts them. He wets the digits in his mouth, relinquishing them once he deems them ready to find their way to your entrance. You let him do so, happily - savoring the precious look on his face when he curls his fingers into your sweet spot and your walls tighten around him. He looks as though he could cum right there on the oak flooring.

“Fuck, baby… it’s like you were made for me,” he says through bared teeth, clenched like it’s the only thing holding onto his composure.

You let your head loll back slightly to enjoy the expert technique of his fingers paired with yours, until you hear shuffling around on the floor below. His knife had been set down, almost entirely forgotten by you, but now that it’s back in play it has your full attention. He withdraws his hand, replacing it with his toy of choice.

You stop your movements and grab his hand, stopping him from advancing any farther. He glances up at you momentarily and, for the first time all night, he sounds like himself again when he softly says, “It’s okay.”

You loosen your grip so he can continue, but don’t let go entirely out of abundance of caution. Electricity buzzes in your tingling core, building anticipation for the horrifying yet thrilling sensations he’s about to put you through. He continues gliding the steel up your inner thigh before turning the knife in his hand and teasing the blunt end of the handle into the pool of your wetness.

This fantasy is one he’d thought of all on his own, you’d never alluded to something like it, but it excites you more than anything you could’ve dreamt up alone. You love how he makes you feel, and you want to hate yourself for it, but how could you hate yourself for something that feels so good?

A map of goosebumps arises as he runs the butt of the knife closer to your opening, and a chill ripples across them when he finally pushes inside you. The stretch is delicious, causing your clit to twitch when your body instinctively tries to pull it farther in. His tongue flicks out of his mouth, rolling in the air miming the way he would run it over your skin if he weren’t so mesmerized by your pink lips swallowing up the handle of his beloved weapon. He can’t seem to look anywhere else as he pulls it all the way out before shoving it back in as far as it will go, and he repeats the motion. “Who makes you feel good, baby? Who fucks you like the dirty slut you are? Tell me.”

Your grip tightens on his arm again, this time digging your nails into his skin as your mouth falls open to moan his name. Your reactions happen of their own volition, coming naturally to you without much thought. “Oh, Fuck. Josh.. you do. ”

“You want me inside now, don’t you?”

“I want-“

A bright light flashes through the window and pulls you out of the moment before you can fully finish the thought.

“Fuck.” He bolts to his feet at the speed of light, forcing his still-hard cock back into his pants as well as he can, wincing at the pain of bending it while still rock-solid.

Josh stands with his back to you facing the door in a defense position. You curl up in a ball behind him.

“What do we do?” Your elevated pitch indicates you’re panicking at the thought of being caught in such a compromising situation - hoping and praying that Josh doesn’t let whoever it is inside. Truly they won’t know just how easily you gave in to temptation, but they’ll see the look of guilt on your face and smell it hanging in the air. It’s practically painted across your skin in blood.

“It’s gonna be okay,” He does his best to soothe you and reaches out for your hand to give it a quick reassuring squeeze “It’s probably nothing.”

The sound of a car door slamming and gravel crunching under boot fall comes a second later.

“Josh?! I know you’re here, open the fucking door.” Just one pair of boots and one voice - Jake came alone.

“I told you not to come here.” You hardly recognize Josh’s voice anymore, he sounds like a completely different person. A person who’s doing their best not to lose their shit.

Jake says something else that you can’t quite make out through his mumbles, but it doesn’t matter because right then the lock clicks open and in he comes.

“What are you doing here?”

“Took Sam’s car. I had a feeling something was wrong when you didn’t just take her home, looks like I was right.” Jake moves to step around Josh, but he moves with him to continue body-blocking.

“This isn’t what we agreed, Josh. You were supposed to be careful with her.”

What?

“I was careful!” Josh defends, fists clenched at his sides.

“Then what the fuck is this?!” Jake points to the suspicious looking tools still on the table with the spilled wine. “Are you fucking torturing her?!”

“Jake.. I’m okay-“ you try to interject, you hate it when they fight, even now. It’s unnatural.

“No! Of course not... Well, nothing serious. I just had to keep her in line! I would never hurt her, Jake.” Josh hesitates for a moment, allowing Jake to peer around him at you before Josh takes a staggered breath and blurts out, “I love her.”

“Bullshit, you love her. You don’t kidnap and torture the people you love. Get a fucking grip.” Jake loses his patience at the admission and puts his hands on his brother, shoving him out of the way like a heavy curtain. Josh catches himself with his hands, but ends up on the floor while Jake drops to his knees in front of you. He immediately takes your face between his palms so he can assess what damage has been done, asking you almost absentmindedly if you’re in any pain while he does so.

“Wait, don't take her.” Josh grabs his shoulder and attempts to pull him away from his task, but Jake shakes him off easily. “Jake, stop! Please, please don’t take her from me.”

“I gave you more than you deserved and you took advantage of her.” Jake sneers.

“You don’t get it, she likes it! She wanted me to! If you’d just listen to her -”

This is all starting to be too much for you, trying to process so much information at once. You worry a panic attack might be brewing, or you could shut down altogether.

“You don’t get to tell me what she does and doesn't want. End of discussion.” He begins working on gently peeling off the tape still stuck to your wrists and ankles.

“You did this?” you whisper, just loud enough for Jake to hear.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t know it was gonna go this far.” Jake mumbles and looks up at you with pained eyes so tender you don’t know whether to yell at him or cry to him. He snags a faux fur from the bed and drapes it over your shoulders. “We’ll talk about it later. I’m taking you home.”

You know him well enough to recognize when he’s telling the truth, so you allow him to wrap his arms under your knees and around your back so he can lift and cradle you out to the waiting car.

“Y/n, please, you have to tell him!” Josh trails behind you, pleading with you over Jake’s shoulder.

“Fuck off, Josh,” Jake barks without so much as a backward glance.

He sets you carefully in the passenger seat and reaches across you to buckle your seatbelt for you before taking his place in the driver's seat. As Jake backs out of the gravel drive, Josh stands watching in the open doorway. Bright red streaks are visible on his arms, even from this distance you can tell where you scratched him. He looks so defeated standing there watching Jake whisk you away. You - the alleged love of his life. You’re not sure what it is inside of you that's making you feel almost sorry for him. Regardless of how conflicted you feel, you decide to raise your hand just high enough for him to see it, and wave goodbye.

His head lifts when he sees your gesture, an indiscernible expression flickers across his face. In return, he blows a kiss in your direction just as Jake turns onto the main road and drives away.

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poppy-metal · 2 months

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ghostface artrick omg… need to see mike and josh but especially mike in a horror movie and covered in blood bc i feel like his face would really suit it

I cannot handle seeing mike covered in blood especially as art w his blonde angelic curls GUHHHHHHGHJJHJ and patricks dark curls and his freckles...... both of them as slashers..... penetrate me be it by knife or cock...

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love-toxin · 2 years

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permafrost - josh washington

a/n: I'm replaying the quarry rn so u know i had to pay tribute to the og lil meow meow <33

plot: you weren't so keen on reuniting with your friends at the same lodge the twins disappeared from a year ago, but for Josh's sake, you decided to relent and just have a little fun. who knew Josh's crush on you would be the thing that makes it so terrifying?

(cws: f!reader, mildly yandere josh, takes place mid-canon, UD spoilers, horror elements, a little bit of a fear kink, chasing, nudity, confessions, mutual pining, implied smut [pt2 perhaps?], knives, a little angst w/ fluff)

word count: 3.2k

You had never screamed so hard in your life, but you had also never been so close to death before. It stared you right in the face and in your state, with the cold freezing you to your bones and nothing but a towel to cover your damp skin, you had never been as vulnerable as you were in this moment.

The events of the night flashed by you in a daze, much like you had assumed your life would when you were about to die. Sam had offered the bath to you first and you had taken it gladly, happy to get warm after freezing your ass off while waiting for Josh and Chris to get the doors open. You were one of the first to get there because you were generally the most punctual, but apparently all that "butterfly effect" bullshit Chris was on lately actually had some truth to it. Because if you hadn't come early and almost gotten frostbite, then Sam wouldn't have let you in the bath first, and thus you wouldn't have been the one tricked out of the bathroom and chased throughout the house by the maniac in the mask who now held a knife over your throat.

"Last words?"

He snickered in that tinny voice and you just screamed louder, tears flooding down your face as you squirmed underneath him. The psycho had straddled your hips and held his other hand up to the hem of your towel, and it was impossible to tell whether he was holding it there to keep you decent or just taunting you for when he would rip it off and leave you exposed. You couldn't imagine it was the former, though, and it made you hiccup as you prayed it would just be over quickly. Nothing in your short life could have prepared you for your last moments here��laid out on the cold concrete of the Washington's estate basement, crying, nearly naked, and pinned by a psychopath who had probably already killed all of your absent friends. You just wanted out, and begged for mercy in a shaky voice.

"Aw…okay."

The killer paused, and if you weren't still trembling from the cold you would have thought you imagined it. You squeezed your eyes shut, thinking it might have just been another game–but they shot open again as soon as you heard the clang of the blade skittering across the concrete, the psycho having tossed it haphazardly out of reach. He lifted his arms and stuck his fingers beneath the lower jaw of the mask, and with a flourish, it was gone. And you could not believe whose face you saw underneath it.

"You convinced me. I guess I won't kill you after all!"

Josh Washington, your close friend and former classmate, laughed in your face. Laughed. In the way he would laugh at a corny joke or a video of someone slipping on ice. Not in the situation where he had threatened to kill you, one of his dear friends, and absolutely humiliated and terrified you in the process.

You were stunned into silence. Your mouth hung open and you had no idea what to do, what to say…but when Josh finally got off of you and grabbed you by the arm to bring you back up to your feet, you finally found the strength to grit your teeth and shove his hands off of you. The words "Is this a fucking prank, you asshole?!" escaped you long before you would have the strength to rethink them, and while Josh sobered up quicker than you expected he would, he still had a whisper of that grin on his face that just made you even more furious than you could ever remember being.

"I thought it would bring us together. Y'know," He stood back, and gestured vaguely around the basement like you should have known what he was referring to. "...Like you and the others brought my sisters together. Remember that?"

The tone of his voice brought that boiling anger down to a simmer, tampered down by a feeling washing over you that you hadn't felt for a while–guilt pried your heart open and sank into a wound you thought had closed, only to realize that it was just as tender as the day that tragedy had happened. And in that moment, you felt your defenses go up.

"I had nothing to do with that, Josh!"

"You didn't stop them."

"I tried!"

You felt a quiver in your own voice again, and arguing like this with someone you used to call a friend while he stood there, stoic, just made a fresh set of tears well up in your eyes. And you had done enough crying for the night, so with your hands reaching up to reassure the strength of your towel's hem around your chest, you took a step backwards towards the stairwell and mustered up the worst glare you could manage towards Josh.

"Do me a favour, actually: don't ever talk to me again. We're not friends anymore!"

With that you turned and stomped back towards the steps and took each one just as angrily, the concrete cold enough to hurt as you ventured back up towards relative safety. You knew Josh was following you by his own footsteps hurrying to keep up, but as you stiffly marched past the doorway and through the home theater to climb the stairs up to the main floor, his hand hovered over your bare shoulder just long enough for you to move out of its way.

"C'mon," He sounded desperate, and as much as you didn't want to care, you knew you did. That sad, kicked puppy expression was probably making its appearance on his face too, and if you turned to look at him you might even crack for real. "Come back! Come on, it was a prank. I wanted to get back at them, really…I didn't really want to hurt you, though."

You made it around the railing in the living room, up the second set of stairs, and all the way up to the landing before Josh managed to catch up enough to walk alongside you. His needy attempts at coaxing you into laughing this all off were beyond frustrating, and when you finally managed to get on to the second floor you turned to face him again. He stopped only two steps from the top where you took your stand, but even that much distance was enough for you to feel like you towered over him even though the opposite was usually the case.

"You had no problem chasing me around and watching me in the bath!"

Your hands clenched into fists, mostly in an attempt to keep from just slapping him outright, and your shouting caused him to flinch but not back down.

"Well, that's because I like you. Wouldn't you do the same if you liked me, given the chance?"

"Shut up, Josh."

You waved him off with a huff, and retraced your steps back towards the bathroom that you had been chased out of just a little while ago. The prints left behind by your feet when they were wet from the bath were still visible outside of the door, and even though you pulled on it to let it close behind you, a certain someone let it hit his forearm as he pushed his way in after you.

"Do you like me?"

"I did, before you fucking traumatized me!"

You threw those words over your shoulder as you bent down in front of your gym bag, the one you had lugged all the way up the mountain just for Josh's sake. And luckily for you, he offered you the same courtesy and had simply kicked it out of sight behind the tub so you wouldn't think to dress before he started chasing you. While the clothes you'd changed out of still weren't there, you rummaged around and found something else to change into–not exactly as flattering, but anything that offered you some decency was better than what you had now.

"I like you. I really, really like you a lot. C'mon." You were only half-listening to Josh's drivel, and when you turned to see him holding a hand out to you at your place on the floor, you scoffed and got back to your feet with your clothes draped over one arm.

"Did I not just tell you to stop talking? And get out."

This time, you did smack his hand away from you, and he pulled it back with a soft enough sigh that it almost made you feel bad for him. Almost, but not quite.

"Do I have to? I mean, I've already seen you naked. You've got a really nice body…"

"Out!"

And as per usual, whatever shred of sympathy you had for him evaporated the second he opened his mouth, and especially when he whispered that part under his breath. You put your hands on his chest and pushed him backwards, walking him all the way to the hallway before slamming the door in his face the moment he was over the threshold.

"Fucking asshole…"

You muttered to yourself as you dropped your towel and pulled your clothes on. You were so strung out even upon realizing that it was all a facade, and though you were still tense without your other friends around, knowing Josh he probably sent them on all kinds of wild goose chases just to get them out of the lodge and running all over the mountain. At least, that was what he did with Mike and Jess, and even so you were sure they were having a grand old time with that cabin all to themselves. It wasn't a specific kind of jealousy you felt over them–you had no interest in either of them, at least romantically–but you did have a sense of desire for what they had. They were so carefree. If only you could be more like that, maybe you would have reacted differently to what Josh had put you through–maybe you really would have laughed it off instead of sobbing like a baby and blowing up once it was all over. It might not have been a healthy reaction, but at least you wouldn't be feeling an oncoming wave of tears like you were now, only to wipe them away as soon as they showed up and stop in front of the mirror to try and cool down before you left.

You expected Josh to do as you asked and leave you alone, and at least get out of your sight for a little while so you could calm down. But when you finally opened the door again, he was still standing there. And if anything, he seemed relieved that you were scowling back at him.

"Please give me a chance. I'll make it up to you, I swear." Josh looked into your eyes and your defenses already started cracking. Right then, you had a choice–you could choose to keep that anger you had close to your heart, or…you could let it go, because if nothing else, he did seem pretty sorry and he had expressed it in that awkward way of his.

"Fine! Fine. Just…don't fucking do that again."

"Which part?" He backed down the second you shot him your signature dirty look, raising his hands up as a show of his surrender with a guilty smile still plastered across his stupidly pretty face. "I'm kidding! Kidding."

With that, and with the tension eased up a little bit, you stepped out into the hallway and wandered over to the railing. It overlooked the living room below and the huge, sphere-shaped art piece that hung from the ceiling that his dad had bought, and you let out a deep sigh. Maybe of relief, or maybe not. But either way you weren't as stressed as you were a minute ago as you looked out towards the window and watched the snow fall outside, even when Josh joined at your side to lean against it himself.

"...You didn't answer my question, you know."

"You haven't answered plenty of mine, so maybe you should cool it, cowboy." You brushed him off not to be a bitch, even though you had every right to. Rather…there was something else that you hadn't quite accepted, even though it sat at the back of your mind day after day. It had been something that you once thought about daily, wondering when and where would be the perfect time to reveal it–but after everything with Hannah and Beth, you locked those feelings deep, deep inside so as to not complicate things for your grieving friend.

"Fair, fair. But…I really need to know. Do you like me?"

The fact that he just breezed right over your answer was not only irritating, but it was something you so rarely saw him do that you knew he was genuinely serious.

"Josh, I really don't want to be having this conversation right now."

A few moments of silence passed between you. You naively wondered whether that would really be the end of the conversation once and for all. If maybe he was finally pushed enough to just let it go.

"Well, if you didn't, I would’ve expected you to just say 'no'."

Your fingers curled around the banister and you gripped it tightly in frustration, before turning to face him completely with the words already spilling off your lips.

"What does it matter, Josh? Do you really expect me to pour my heart out to you right now? I'm tired, and I'm cold, and-" And before you could finish, Josh moved in and hugged you tightly, squeezing you hard enough to keep you close but not quite enough to hurt. His hands fell to rest on your lower back but not an inch lower, his unexpectedly full arms holding you like you'd been locked into place against his chest. He had always been a bear hug kind of guy, but it had been a long while since he'd given you one.

"I'll keep you warm." He whispered, and while you expected his voyeuristic self to snicker and cop a feel while he had the opportunity, but that moment never came. He just kept holding you, swaying a little bit, and you listened to the snow and the breeze outside the window until he finally pried himself off of your very inviting body.

"Did…you seriously expect me to just fall into your arms after all that?" You asked, a soft scoff inlaid between your words to try and sell it, but no matter how hard you would try you wouldn't be able to brush that off. As much as you wanted to pretend you could keep holding Josh at arm's length, it wasn't going to last forever at this rate. The man himself just shrugged, a faraway look in his eyes even with the newfound space between you.

"That's what they do in movies."

What a naïve answer, and yet so quintessentially Josh. You rolled your eyes in jest, and yet as you crossed your arms over your chest you knew your friend was looking places he shouldn't. But you weren't going to stop him this time.

"If you liked me, then you should have just told me. You've given Chris enough crap about that with Ashley, so you just look like a hypocrite now."

"It's different."

You gave him a look that just said "How?" without you having to say it, and Josh shrugged again, although this time he couldn't keep eye contact and just kind of looked everywhere but at you. Almost like he felt somebody was listening in, and he didn't want to be overheard.

"I couldn't tell whether you liked me or not. I was afraid you wouldn't, and I don't…want to lose someone else again. I can't lose someone else that I love. It would kill me."

"You love me?"

He scoffed in a way that sounded like disbelief, like even questioning him on his sincerity about this was a laughable offense. "Of course I do. How could I not? You're beautiful, and you're always sweet with me. You've never judged me. You're a kind person." He shook his head, finally able to clue in and meet your eyes this time–and maybe it was because you were smiling now, fear replaced by endearment as you let his compliments wash over you. Not that you knew about it, but Josh had always been a firm believer that you didn't get enough praise, and only now that you thought back on your friendship did you start to realize how often he alone was the one giving it to you when nobody else would. "And I love the way you laugh, and I think you look so cute when you're focused on something. I like hearing you talk, and, and…a million other things. You make me so happy, and you're not even mine."

"I could be yours." The words left your lips so fast you weren't given time to process them, to temper them as you usually did to make sure you were saying everything right. Your hand flew to your mouth on instinct, clearly shocked at your own outburst, but Josh just laughed and his hands drifted back up towards your hips for him to grab them a little more firmly.

"So you do like me back, huh?" Even another eye roll didn't stop him this time, you're pulled into another hug and Josh squeezed you even tighter than he did before. It often felt like he's the one always making up for lost time, which made sense considering all that had happened with Beth and Hannah. You were certain he wished for even a smidgen of more time with them, as would you if they were your sisters. As would anybody. You'd probably even kill for it if it came to that, and you wouldn't have been surprised if he would too. So in a way....it all made more sense.

Those grim thoughts didn't last long at all though–mostly because there was a more pressing matter at hand, which was coincidentally pressing right up against your thigh and only shifted when you piped up with Josh's name.

"Sorry." He pulled back enough to give you an inch of space, his nose a little darker to match his ears as he grinned the same way he did when he was getting up to something mischievous. "I like feeling you up against me…I'm lucky you've never noticed."

"What, you think I might've done something about it otherwise?....Maybe I would." Before he could answer that, you pulled away from his arms and sauntered off down the hall, clearly moving at a brisk pace towards the door of Josh's bedroom. This had not been in the cards for you an hour ago, but something stirred inside you that you just didn't feel the need to repress any longer. Your life had been a horror movie for too long now, but if it was going to be that way, then you could at least get some satisfaction out of it before you became the final girl. You stopped at the doorway, a hand on it to steady yourself, and you looked back in Josh's direction. "You coming?"

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romanken · 2 months

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Ok just got out of trap kind of love it. thoughts below cut

- People were saying the dialogue/interactions weren't realistic which is hilarious considering many of the father-daughter scenes during the concert half are verbatim convos I've had with my dad. Pretty sure he did the exact fake-tying-shoes bit when we saw mcr together

- thought it was very sweet shyamalan made a whole movie to promote his daughter's music career. She was very good and I liked her music, extremely justified :)

- Just an extremely hilarious picture. admirably tension-filled imo but also just so so so funny

- I know people disliked how goofy it was in some parts but all the silliness was silliness I love and enjoy so it worked for me. When lady raven starts trying to Mom Voice a serial killer into submission >>>>

- incredible images! Was expecting to find the concert the most visually interesting but my favorite shot came in the final confrontation between cooper and his wife when it cuts to him sitting at the dinner table with half his face obscured by the cabinet. really stellar stuff

- sound design was amazing like. phantom thread breakfast scene except serial killer flavored. The knife/fork/chewing sounds in one scene were really fucking good for maintaining tension

- supporting performances all good, particularly liked the daughter character! She felt true to life of a young teenager experiencing concert hysteria without ever feeling like it was mocking teenage girls

- josh hartnett sexy. josh hartnett shirtless eating pie sexy josh hartnett sicko eyes sexy josh hartnett back muscles sexy josh hartnett stolen swat uniform ruffled hair sexy.......... I mean not to downgrade his performance which I thought was excellent and hilarious and surprisingly moving but he was also critically super super sexy

- teared up at the final hug w his daughter which I did not expect

- post credits scene was very funny

So yes I had fun. if you disliked this movie you hate fun and well-directed fun at that

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I missed my chance the first time this trend came around and I'm not missing it again

#hyperspecific poll #help me validate the amount of time I spent trying to think of things that weren't sad or too specific #tho I suppose being specific is the name of the game

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chronological thoughts of 11x20

i left my laptop charger at home (i’m at my dorm rn) so i’m not in a good mood so let’s hope twd helps 🤩

i heard carol’s in this episode so i’m so ready rn

- LANCE 🫶

- EUGENEEE 🫶🫶🫶

- OMG CAROL AND DARYL SLAYYYYYYY

- CARYL SLAYYYYYYYY

- SEASON 7 REUNION THIS IS SICK

- opening carol scene 🫶

- oh shit oh no zeke

- ?:!-?1?-?

- A CAROL SLAY PERIODDDDD

- CAROL MAIN CHARACTER CAROL MAIN CHARACTER CAROL MAIN CHARACTER THIS IS WHAT DHE DESERVED 💕💝💝💕❣️💕💕💝❣️💕❣️❣️❣️💕💕💝

- omg daryl getting murked thats on period

- OMG HE WALKERED

- WHY DIDNT HE JUST PULL OUT THE KNIFE AND STAB AGAIN???

- OH MY GOD THE DREAM TEAM 🫶

- omg is it only them two left?

- THIS IS WHAT WE COULD HAVE HAD IN THE CARYL SPINOFF 😭😭😭

- ok but consider sebastian sucked major ass 🙄

- yumiko slay

- THEY KILLED THEM?/!-?/??2?/ HELLOOOOOOO???

- why do i kinda love the commonwealth arc

- its like all these big bads are just really selfish bitches in suits who needed to be bullied as a kid like just punch them fr and they’d crumble and i think thats so funny

- NOOO THEY TOOK DOG???

- “it isnt gonna be easy” “when was it ever?” ♥️

- why dont u just agree to do it and then convince pamela to let ur friends go and then at night kill pamela and then the next day dont show up in court

- CONNIEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE HER I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHHHH

- ?? if these bitches hurt kelly i’m gonna piss on their pillows

- omg connie is so slay

- nooo yumiko having to deal with the fact she’s not gonna know whats gonna happen to her friends for a while 💔

- YES CAROL AND DARYL ON A MISSIONNNNN

- then they’re gonna start k i s s i n g i just know it

- jesus christ i love their teamwork❣️

- um hey what the fuck

- daryl is giving very much judgemental current boyfriend looking at ur ex

- lance looks like he likes being choked a lil too much

- omg they really are zooming

- caryl prison break ♥️

- LONGING STARE??? WITH EMOTIONAL MUSIC??? BYE

- this episode is the best fr

- lmaooooo sebastian

- YOU WERE RIGHT TO LEAVE HIM BEHIND??? HE WAS SLOWING YOU DOWN??? HORNSBY STOP

- omg carol is not like the other girlies

- yes she is so slay❣️ lance hornsby rights 🫶

- why does he always look shocked scared and terrified

- nooooo bbys dont worry carol’s on it u know how she is she is going to slay!!!

- NOOOOOOO EUGENE 😭😭😭

- MY RAT MAN PLEASE I LOVE HIM 😭

- just kill her guys

- this is not the end!! period!!!

- josh mcdermitt actually pops tf off as eugene he’s so good

- lance and carol on a lil insanity date 🫶

- ummmm so lance had a crush on pamela??? and is he saying that carol has a crush on daryl???

- “which, i admit, was… mishandled” guys i literally love hornsby

- “more importantly, there’s something i wanted to ask you” hornsby wants to make out w her so hard

- WHY TF IS THIS SHOW SO DARK

- no fucking way are there whisperers down here

- omg is he gonna die

- OH MY GOD THERE ARE SO MANY

- HES GONNA LET HER DIE??

- HIS FACE CAME OFF oh my god thats disgusting

- oh god oh no they got caught 😭😭

- OMG DARYL TO THE RESCUEEEE

- literally fuck off pamela this isnt for your people we all know that

- OMG YUMIKO SLAY

- ik if i was yumiko my pettyass would be making a show of the fact i was reading a script 😭😭

- “its uh, a great, uh, pleasure to uh, hold on let me-“

- booo this speech sucks get a new writer pamela!!!

- OMG SHES MAKING SURE THE COMMONWEALTH KNOWS WHO HE IS IN CASE PAMELA GETS “RID” OF HIM AND TO LET HIM KNOW HOW SHE REALLY FEELS IF THEY KILL HER THATS SO SLAY YUMIKO

- YUMIKO IS SO SLAYYYYYYYYYYY I LOVE HER I LOVE STRONG WOMEN ON TELEVISION I LOVE STRONG ASIAN WOMEN WITH UNAPOLOGETICALLY ASIAN NAMES I LOVE HER I LOVE HERR

- not lance pleading his case to daryl and carol as he’s covered in blood 😭😭

- “ik you heard me” “yeah, only because you wouldn’t shut up” CAROL YOURE SO LEGENDARY I LOVE HERRRRR

- carol and daryl are so tired of him pls 😭

- do u think carol and daryl like chat over tea and talk abt what they’re gonna do to hornsby or do u think carol and daryl just think the same and had the same idea without talking to each other

- “i’ve made mistakes” BRO??? WHO EVEN ARE YOU 😭😭

- SLAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY CAROL KILLED LANCE SLAYYYYYYYYYY SHES SO COOL SLAYYYYYYYY

- daryl didnt even move a finger he knew she got it

- damn rip to a real one u were so fun

- daryl dixon passenger princess❣️

- THEY TOOK DARYL’S KIDS FROM HIM DARYL YOURE SO AWESOME

- HERSHEL?? LEAVE HERSHEL ALONE LEAVE HIM ALONE GET BACK 🤺 BACK I SAY 🤺

- aisha tyler my girlie 💕

- carol daryl divide and conquer iktr iktr!!

- “i really think he believes what hes saying” girl you wrote him 😭😭 wdym “i really think” 😭😭

- this episode was so fucking good omg

#get to know haruhey #haruviews #the walking dead season 11 #the walking dead #the walking dead spoilers #twd spoilers #twd season 11 #daryl dixon #carol peletier #carol please give me a chance i’m begging you please please please

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Homer pro errors

HOMER Pro is a “Swiss Army knife” of hybrid optimization. If you are evaluating options for a grid-connected system where the primary value proposition is driven either by reducing demand charges or optimizing time of use rates, then HOMER Grid is the modeling tool for you.If you are evaluating options for almost any other type of system, whether grid-tied or not, islanded or islandable, for almost any market, HOMER Pro can very likely get the job done. Why did we create HOMER Grid as a separate product and not an upgrade or add-on to HOMER Pro? And which product should be used for which modeling issues? If you are new to HOMER or do not care about the details, here is the answer to “which product do I need when”: Both products have an impressive array of options and ways in which constraints and requirements can be configured, dozens more major features not listed here.

HOMER is an acronym for Hybrid Optimization of Multiple Energy Resources, so both products are at their best when the problem is how to select, size, and compare a combination of generation sources and storage. They accomplish this with chronological simulation of each possible power system for a year, minimizing the cost at each of a series of time steps while also meeting the power requirements for that time-period. Techno-economic Optimization of Hybrid Power Systemsīoth products are techno-economic optimization models, a mouthful that means both have a goal of finding the lowest cost power system that meets all technical requirements from among hundreds or thousands of possibilities. HOMER Grid addresses a growing market that was not well served by HOMER Pro: behind-the-meter systems connected to a mostly reliable grid, where demand charges, energy arbitrage, self-consumption, or all three of these are driving the economics of storage, often in combination with renewables, such as solar or wind, backup generators, or combined heat and power systems. In mid-March 2018, HOMER Energy released HOMER Grid – our first new desktop product since the launch of HOMER Pro in November 2014. First pitch from Grainger Stadium is scheduled for 6:00, with FredNats On Deck beginning at 5:45 on the FredNats Baseball Network.Note: This article was updated in July 2018 to reflect changes in HOMER Grid 1.2. The FredNats continue their series at Down East on Saturday as they look to clinch at least a split of their six-game series. Josh Smith pitched the ninth for the Wood Ducks, locking down a 6-2 final. Tomás Alastre and Davis Moore pitched in relief for the FredNats. It was just the third home run that Hernández had allowed in his professional career, all of which have come in the past two weeks.Ī dropped pop-up by Hernández, one of five FredNats errors on the night, allowed the Wood Ducks to extend their lead to 5-1 in the fifth. Jeremy Ydens hit his second homer in as many nights with a solo shot in the seventh, but Randy Florentino got the run right back for Down East with a homer of his own in the bottom half of the inning. The Wood Ducks pitching staff locked in from that moment on, as starter Tekoah Roby struck out nine batters in 4.0 innings and Marc Church (W, 1-0) backed him up with four more strikeouts over 2.0 hitless innings.Īlfonso Hernández (L, 0-1) kept pace until the fourth, when he uncharacteristically walked two batters and then allowed a three-run homer to Cristian Inoa to put Down East up 4-1. The FredNats answered in the top of the second, drawing a pair of two-out walks before Kevin Strohschein laced a game-tying RBI single to left field. Dustin Harris, Thursday’s walk-off hero for Down East, kept his bat hot with an RBI single in the first inning to put the Wood Ducks ahead 1-0. The Down East Wood Ducks hit a pair of homers and took advantage of five Fredericksburg errors on Friday night, evening up the series at two games apiece with a 6-2 win over the FredNats.įredericksburg managed just three hits, but kept the game within reach until the middle innings.

#Homer pro errors

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Fics That Have Changed My Life

(AKA all my absolute fav fics across all my fandoms)

Akeshu

L’appel du vide by Xov

Akechi Goro is alive – one of his biggest regrets is alive and standing in front of him looking like he’s ready for some highbrow sports photo shoot when what he really needs is five years intensive therapy and at least five more steps away from Akira. No, no, no – the universe is not allowed to shove this on him so soon after it just flung him three fucking years into the past.

and i felt the fever coming. [oh the wreckage follows] by shenyanigan

Kurusu Akira has survived a lot over the past eighteen years of existence. A false assault charge. A police-sanctioned scopolamine overdose. Bringing a butter knife and twelve penis demons to a fight with god. Learning that yellow was definitely not a color that suited him, no matter what Ann and Yusuke tried to tell him (and no matter how much that gutted him, because damn, those dungarees were cute). He is, in Futaba’s words, “if the ‘I lived, bitch’ meme were a person.” So it comes as a bit of a shock that the last straw is a cold, of all things.

And even more on my separate list of fav Akeshu/Shuake fics!!!

Joshneku

Fate and Other Impossibilities by Lelek

Neku's never wanted to be special. He just wants to be. After three years in Shinjuku, that may no longer be possible.

Unreal Cities by Lelek

Three years is a long time to be dead, trapped in an endless loop of a city's final days and trying to understand what happened to it. No one told Neku that going back to his own life would be the hard part.

1000 Wishes Between Me and You by astersatdawn

He thinks if his life were to be viewed by an outsider they would liken him to a post-apocalyptic movie protagonist: quiet, wandering a ghost town, entering homes and stores and taking the things of use and leaving the carnage behind, and maybe they wouldn’t be wrong; the only difference Neku can think of is he still can’t bring himself to consider Shinjuku completely gone.

long spring rains by lostsunsets

“It must have— really sucked, right?” Shiki says cautiously, delicately, as if she’s wary that Neku may shatter at any given moment. “Being trapped like that, alone.” Neku returns her gaze with a sheepish kind of smile. He isn’t supposed to talk about his time in Shinjuku, his three year time lapse, all of it— but he figures that Joshua owes him just a little.

now i’ve found some clarity by jesstiel (jseca)

Neku's been waiting for Josh to reappear for two years now, since he won the Game and helped save Shibuya. Despite returning to the RG, a part of him is still tied to the UG, a tenuous connection that he can’t quite bring himself to cut. When Josh finally does deign to make an reappearance, Neku realises that sooner or later he's going to have to choose: the RG, or the UG? Set in a world where Another Day didn't happen, exactly, but still contains major NEO TWEWY plot spoilers

Miyusawa

Situation Normal by Sapphylicious

Miyuki turns into a catboy overnight and some changes are easier to deal with than others.

The path we walk by WindsOfTime

Eijun goggles at the magazine she just shoved into his hands. "W-Wakana!" "I know!" she says, beaming. "That's my soulmate!!" "I know!!" "My soulmate plays baseball!!"

Phantasm by sunbaemint

When humans assassinate their own kinds, they call it a massacre. When humans slaughter otherworldly beings, they name it an exorcism. Sawamura Eijun, however, stands in between.

Flower Marks by bakamura-eijunn (fairietailed)

“You’re a puzzle. A beautiful mosaic of flowers and sunshine and you." -- In which everyone on Earth is born with a flower on their skin, and Sawamura Eijun wears his heart on his sleeve.

Jackpot by Vixenfur

"You know, I'm almost convinced that it was Miyuki Kazuya's bright idea to put a goddamn sex shop right inside of a perfectly normal cafe!" Sawamura threw up his hands. "If it weren't for that place, I wouldn't be as worked up as I am right now!" Haruichi tapped his chin as he nodded along to his roommate's rant. "That does seem like something he'd do... but I don't think that's the only reason you're so worked up over this, Eijun." A college, coffee shop & sex shop AU all in one!

Appeal by Franks22

Eijun’s heat comes three years early, and despite the attention he’s suddenly inundated with, the one Alpha he truly wants to spend it with still feels woefully out of reach.

Ruined Plans by Reyschien

Eijun hasn’t seen Miyuki since he graduated. Sure, they’ve talked plenty since then but it pales in comparison to seeing him in person and getting a glimpse at what months of separation have done to his old partner. They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder and while Eijun has found that to be true, his affections for Miyuki swelling until his heart is fit to burst, he finds that that’s not the only thing that’s grown.

Hall of Fame by Alia_Varrin

Sawamura Eijun has always aspired to be the strongest ranged class that the world has ever seen, however, growing up in a small town, in an even smaller guild didn't amount to a lot of opportunities to really test his abilities. Though, when he is given the chance to join one of the strongest guilds, Seido, he is reluctant. After circumstances befall his guild and with the persistence of his friends, Eijun ventures out to a much larger world of facing the most deadly of beasts with a new guild to help him grow and advance in ways he would not have been able previously. AKA, the one in which baseball teams are guilds and they fight through dungeons and raids with swords and magic for sport.

Sladick

as though i had wings by tospreadthewingsofthesoul

Bruce is back from the dead, and Dick isn't coping well. In fact, he's barely coping at all. It feels as though everything in his life is falling apart. So of course that's when Slade decides to reappear in Dick's life and turn everything upside down. A story about learning to ask for what you need, how to hold your boundaries, and how to trust that the people you love love you enough to help.

hold on to let go by roipecheur

The first time Dick met Deathstroke the Terminator, he was twelve years old, and the mercenary broke his leg and tied him up on a rooftop. In retrospect, Dick thinks it started there. Or, Slade keeps tying Dick up over the years, and Dick can't be blamed for getting his wires crossed.

And more on my separate list of Sladick fic recs!!!!

Kinnporsche

i'd probably still adore you (with your arms around my neck) by kurtstiel (and the entire i'm the one for your fire series)

Porsche experiences a drop after Kinn choked him to save him from the minor family. Kinn helps him through it.

love on the water, love underwater by butterflylungs

A day off, a surprise trip, and the dreams they've had to let go.

And more on my separate list of Kinnporsche fic recs!!!

USUK

Lying in that Sound, Tonight by stardropdream

Before the victory of the allies, before the United States of America joined the war, before Lend-Lease, before everything — there were just two nations, two men, who just refused to meet halfway until it was forced upon them.

You Can’t Take the Sky from Me by Haro

Ace pilot America is on a mission for the World Military when a chance encounter with a group of sky-pirates leads him to team up with their captain, England, against a malevolent group that wants to fill the sky with zeppelins.

And more on my separate list of USUK fic recs!!!

Jaytim

a Study in Red by Ladelle

Unbeknownst to Tim, Jason falls unexpectedly hard for a college kid that lives off brie. or The slow-build Stolen Kisses prompt wherein Jason needs a tutor and Tim miraculously finds the time to pencil him in.

Kaishin

Midnight White by Alaena F. Dragonstar

An explosion at a KID heist puts an unpleasant end to the night. But it was only the beginning. It started when Takagi disappeared.

House of Cards by V. Shalyr

It all started when the strange side effects of yet another failed cure leave Shinichi in the care of an unusual magician.

Paper Faces by Sleeping Moon

When a new school year starts at Ekoda High, Kuroba Kaito is still no closer to discovering the whereabouts of his missing (and favorite) critic. Could a transfer student, the recently returned Kudo Shinichi, provide the clues he needs to find the Edogawa brat?

Morse Code by Miss Emotion

Kudo Shinichi had a bad habit, he tapped his thoughts in Morse code. Bad because if Kuroba Kaito just happened to catch his musings about how he was entertaining the different positions the thief could bend him into... Well it wouldn't be good.

Endless Chase by Desperatembrace

With the Organization on the move for unknown reasons, Shinichi's back to singing his old tune and devoting his entire being—despite coming down with an oddly persistent illness—to taking them down once and for all. Oh, and KID gets involved, too.

Scion by Cleflink

In a world where everyone has an Inheritance, Shinichi hates having to hide the fact that he's a Fire Scion almost as much as he hates being a Fire Scion in the first place. When a KID heist gets complicated by the appearance of an underground smuggling ring, Shinichi's going to have to use every advantage he's got - including his own unwanted Inheritance and a certain irritating Moon Scion phantom thief - to get out of things alive.

Divina Fortuna by Naometry

When Kudo Shinichi was five years old, he had been terrified of the dead. When Kudo Shinichi was sixteen years old, his powers got out of hand for the first time. When Kudo Shinichi was sixteen years old, the Bureau caught up with him for the first time. When Kudo Shinichi was seventeen years old, he got bonded to a familiar. Alternatively: Kudo Shinchi is a necromancer in desperate need of a familiar. Enter Kuroba Kaito.

cinders by 730kc (94k)

"That still doesn't explain what happened back there." The guard just smiled, mysterious, as he snapped his fingers. After the poof of smoke cleared, a rose flourished from his hand. "As expected of the Royal Inspector. Always wanting to know the truth and pick apart the wonders of magic." Conan stared at him as Kaito laughed, light and playful. He tucked the rose into Conan's hand. "Why don't you try dreaming a little?"[Kaishin medieval fantasy AU with a kick of black magic; Shinichi has shrunk, and Kaito is assigned to be his guard.]

The Trust in the Mistrust by cleflink

A bombing at a KID heist leads Shinichi to question the possibility of trust between a detective and a thief.

Let’s Go Get Lost by speckled_dragon

Shinichi always knew he’d leave when no one needed him anymore. He just hadn’t expected anyone to chase after him.

Where the Sky Touches the Sea by cleflink

Personally, Kaito would rather not get into his tragic backstory with his favourite detective, but involuntary physical transformations had an unfortunate way of forcing one's hand.

The Snowy Mountain Bus Crash Case by cleflink

A road trip to meet Sleeping Kogoro's newest client gets derailed when a fatal bus crash nearly takes Shinichi, Ran and Kogoro out along with it. Trapped on an isolated mountain road with the other survivors, Shinichi begins to wonder how much of an accident it really was - and how he's going to stop the person responsible from finishing the job.

Suosaku

Every Broken Bone is Meant to Be by peofun1

Suo takes a hit during a fight, and Sakura takes it very badly.

Communications through hands and fists (though I can read the words from your lips) by BlowingYourMind

A retelling of windbreaker, except, Sakura is hard of hearing.

And more on my separate list of Suosaku fics!!!!

Tomarry

A Dangerous Game by Cybrid

Tom Riddle opens the Chamber of Secrets in Harry’s fifth year at Hogwarts. After a botched attempt to extract the Horcrux in Harry’s scar leaves their souls tied together, Tom is forced to kidnap him when he makes his escape. A story of Horcrux hunting, adventure and unwilling attraction.

Welcome to the Cultys by duplicity

Harry had two main regrets in his life: 1. Asking the question “What if I set up a mock awards show to get cult leaders to show up for my thesis study?” and 2. Responding with “That is hilarious” when Ron had suggested they call the awards show 'The Cultys'.

Kisses Cursed by The_Fictionist

Fairytale AU. Loosely inspired by Beauty and the Beast. Some said he was once a man, cursed, and some that he sold his soul to demons and became one in turn. Others said that such evil as he could never have been human. That he was instead a nightmare, left lingering upon the earth a very long time ago. Harry just knew it wasn't safe to walk near the Riddle House after dark.

You’re Quite the Problem by wulcanbiology

One comment in a fit of anger costs Harry his reputation, safety, and sanity. What will Harry have to do to earn it all back?

draw me after you (let us run) by ToAStranger

“Harry Potter,” comes the soft, sibilant hiss of a voice he has heard in his dreams, in his nightmares, in his waking hours for years. Slowly, carefully, Harry twists over and pushes up onto his hands and knees. He stays there, short breath fogging in front of his face, and his pursuer lets him. Harry has no doubt of that; he’s being allowed this respite. This small moment to catch his bearings, heart pounding in his ears, blood singing. “It seems I have finally caught you.”

The Weight of Gravity by Skylanian_Writer

In May 1995, Harry Potter disappears from a graveyard. In August 1996, Harry Potter is found in muggle London. In September 1996, 16 year old Tom Riddle appears at Hogwarts searching for the boy he had spent the last year with. It only gets more complicated from there.

Geokata

Lost and Found by RosamundRosemary

After a curse gone wrong Katarina Claes wakes up with the appearance from her last life. Taking it as a sign from the universe, Katarina exiles herself and heads to countryside to become a farmer like she'd always planned. The gang refuses to give up hope and try to track down their missing friend. As they follow a trail of ancient curses, other identities and books of code, they realize there might have been more to Katarina’s actions besides eccentricity.

Fluri

In the Palm of His Hands by Anonymous

Terca Lumireis. Its crown capital, Zaphias. A young man, found and grown in the Lower Quarter. Hiding a gift that may save the world.

Dazatsu

the path lost children take by Lea

Oda dies before Dazai arrives, his words vanishing into the air of the dilapidated mansion and the light of the setting sun. Four years later, Mori dies in a tragic accident, and Dazai meets Atsushi.

the space between words by Lea

At twelve, he sank into a sea of words, the characters twining round and round him, until he was breathing in another world and living two, or three, or five, or ten or more lives. Or, where a writer touches a boy’s life, and where it takes six years for the favour to be paid in turn.

more than a spell or a chant by Lea

It takes quite a lot to ask somebody on a date. (This is the first part of the incredible Dazatsu Hogwarts AU by Lea!!! I definitely recommend checking out the whole series!!!)

take half a pint (take half your heart) by parhelions

Atsushi isn't sure how he got tangled up with Dazai, coven traitor turned vampire hunter, but he's glad he did. Maybe.

Write My Report by FransGivesMeLife

Dazai only thought that keeping mafia's most wanted bounty under their nose would be entertaining, but the more time he spends with his secretary the more reasons he finds to keep his secret.

Hualian

Crimson and Clover by Naamah_Beherit

A story in four parts about Xie Lian meeting Hua Cheng before his third ascension. Things thought lost are found, old secrets come to light, and one moment changes everything.

You Must Gather Your Party Before Venturing Forth by Naamah_Beherit

On his way down from Heaven to Mount Yujun, Xie Lian's sleeve catches on a cloud. He tumbles down to the mortal realm and ends up three days on foot away from his destination. There's nothing unusual about that. The surprising part is that he finds a companion for the road barely an incense time after hitting the ground.

dreams in the dark by Naamah_Beherit

Stuck on a planet he'd rather never have seen, Xie Lian dreams. Faced with a tsunami of cosmic proportions that will destroy everything he's built, Jun Wu makes a decision. Given an opening, Hua Cheng uses it and takes everything. Or: the story in which the most terrifying being in all of creation loves a mortal man.

To each his day is given by Naamah_Beherit

A story of how Xie Lian got caught in a ruse meant to pacify a certain ghost king and ended up with a husband.

Imagine: Us, Elsewhere by Naamah_Beherit

A story in which Xie Lian meets a ghost in the woods of Mount Yu Jun and in him finds someone he's lost hope to find.

and we were infinite by Naamah_Beherit

Hua Cheng has an idea. Xie Lian is more than willing to try it out. Also, there are clones.

Dawning by hypermoyashi

A fox's favor was difficult to obtain and was said to only ever end in tragedy. They were wily creatures, ones meant only for deception and seduction, but... There were always exceptions to every rule. The one lucky stroke in Xie Lian's life was, perhaps, having one fall in love with him.

Refulgence by Nyerus

Against the expectations of his people, Crown Prince Xie Lian chose to devote himself to the mysterious and feared god, Hua Cheng. The god has not been seen in centuries, nor has he been known to answer prayers in just as long. However, Xie Lian felt a mysterious connection to this god, and resolved to follow where that path would take him.

to bloom a pretty flower (for you) by Nyerus

Following the end of a years-long war that ravaged the Kingdom of Xian Le, young Crown Prince Xie Lian yearns to help the common people. Hiding his identity and under the cover of night, he sneaks away from the watchful royal guards on a regular basis to help the recovery efforts. On one fateful night, he meets the hero of the war: General Hua Cheng--and both their lives are changed forever.

狐狸精的故事; the fox spirit's story by yiqie

This is Xie Daozhang’s first Lunar New Year in the Ghost City, and it’s all hands on deck.

Tangled by ChoAyako

When Xie Lian gets caught again by the cocoon in Mount Tonglu, he quickly realizes that being tangled in Hua Cheng’s power is the only place he wants to be.

but a kaleidoscope by persicae

Hua Cheng has always given everything he is to Xie Lian. For once, Xie Lian wants him to be selfish so Xie Lian can give something back.

Drowning In It by capyshota

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bloody valentine | s. kiszka

title | bloody valentine

summary | josh needed some main characters for a short horror film he was making. you and your best friend sam just so happened to be free !

warnings | 18+, fake blood, knives, knife play, sex (unprotected sex, oral f receiving), clothed grinding

word count | 4.5k+

author’s note | good mornin’ all ! did someone ask for a sam kiszka halloweenish type smut? nobody did? just me? okay. well ;) came up w this idea randomly in my com class, wrote it out over the course of two weeks and came up w this! i hope everyone enjoys :) thank you all for reading and being the coolest besties ever.

unedited as always !

“Guys, please! It’ll take like one weekend, four days, tops. I wanna blow my film class away.” Josh pleaded, hands folded together. He’d been talking about this film since February. It was almost October now. It was a love story between two serial killers, leaving little love messages with dead bodies.

“I mean, I’ve got no other plans.” You spoke, looking towards Sam. He almost didn’t want to by the looks of him. Josh’s eyes were filled with hope. He just wanted to make the film perfect. You and Sam were already comfortable with each other, it would surely be easy to force a love story between the two of you. Sam caved, agreeing to star in the movie alongside you.

“Yes! Thank you. You won’t regret it!” Josh basically skipped away, hopping into his car. You laughed at his eagerness in comparison to Sam’s reluctance.

“C’mon, Sammy, it’ll be fun, don’t be such a downer! I bet he’ll make you one of my victims.” You shoved your elbow playfully into his side. He wasn’t going to tolerate that, oh no he was not, throwing you over his shoulder. You yelped, soon after laughter followed. You wrapped your arms around Sam’s waist as he carried you up the stairs into his room. He threw you down on his bed and laid fake punches on you.

“If he makes me the serial killer,” he ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll make you my first.”

“Maybe we’re both the serial killers.” You responded, looking up at him with your elbows supporting your body. “Maybe we have to pretend we’re in love with each other.”

“Gross, you smell bad, I don’t wanna be in love with you.”

“I do not smell bad, you asshole. And you don’t have to be in love with me, you just gotta make it look like it. Pretend I’m like fucking Grace from Bio or some shit.” He laughed at you, sitting at his headboard. You moved to sit closer to him, laying your head in his lap. “I’ll pretend you’re Spencer Reid, Lord knows I don’t have to fake being in love with that man. The things he could do to me.”

“That’s gross, Y/N.”

“Oh, whatever. You remember the time you forced me and Danny to listen to the ENTIRE story of how you lost your virginity?” You asked, looking up at his accusatory. “TWICE?”

“I did not.” You rolled your eyes, leaving your comfy spot in his lap to find the television remote.

“Sam, I’m not even going to argue with you.” You threw the remote at him, almost hitting him in the head with it. “Throw on a fucking movie.”

🩸🩸🩸

The October breeze that greeted you once you stepped out of your house was harsh, uninviting. You pull your sweater closer to your body as your backpack filled with clothes sits at your feet. If only Josh could drive a little faster. You sit on your phone in wait, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, liking any posts you could see. You stumbled across one Sam posted recently, looking outward off the ridges of a mountain range. His side profile always blew you away. How could someone so fucking annoying be that pretty?

Josh pulled up, rolling his window down and called out to you. It snapped you out of your daze, throwing your bag over your shoulder. Climbing into the seat behind Josh’s, Sam looks sleepy in the passenger seat. “You excited to film?”

“Yes!” Josh answered, his enthusiasm dripping in everything he did. He basically peeled out of your driveway, jolting you backwards into your seat. “I’ve already filmed most of the other scenes, the ones with a few of my friends posing as the dead bodies. We just have to film all of your guys’ scenes.”

“Sweet.”

“You brought a swimsuit like I asked you to, right?”

“Yeah, not sure why you asked though.”

“You guys sort of have a sex scene, but I didn’t want to subject you to full nudity. Swimsuits cover everything while still giving off the appearance of being naked.” Sam woke up from his sleepy daze with the mention of a sex scene with you. Josh assured the both of you that it would be incredibly brief and they wouldn’t even actually have to have fake sex, just an elongated makeout session.

“I’m pretending you’re Spencer Reid for sure now.” You chuckled, Sam glaring at you. If it were up to him, you two wouldn’t even have a sex scene at all.

But this was for Josh. He would do anything for Josh. As would you. The inseparability of the four boys and you was insane. When you befriended Sam, you two were in kindergarten. Pesky little four and five year olds who loved nothing more than to cause a bit of mischief. Everyday at recess you would play together, this continuing on for years and years to come. When you were able to play with the bigger kids, the two of you would constantly run into the twins. Josh’s energy had matched the chaotic nature of yours almost too perfectly. You fit perfectly into the Kiszka family.

“Get situated and as soon as you put your shit in the room, let’s get started!” Josh practically ran into the little cabin he had driven you to. It was cute, little. The cabin itself was made of wood, a perfect little two bedroom, two bath house. It forced you and Sam to share a room, which you didn’t mind. You and Sam had shared a bed since you were little.

Josh came into the bedroom you two were unpacking your things in, holding up two piles of clothes. You barely caught them as he threw them towards you. “Change into these, I’ll give you your lines when you get downstairs.”

You threw your sweater onto the bed, shimmying off your pants to change into the ones he gave you. They were thrifted, a perfect tight, holy pair of jeans to get full of fake blood. The sweater he gave you to wear was almost too pretty to get rid of. You frowned slightly, not wanting to ruin how pretty the sweater was, but it was for Josh.

You didn’t wait for Sam, meeting Josh in the living room, him explaining a few of the scenes you’d be filming today to you. “Tomorrow, though, we’re going to go to town and go to a cute little coffee shop for the scene where you and Sam meet up as the two serial killers for the first time.”

“Awesome. You seem really excited about this.”

“I am, this thing is practically my baby at the moment.” He grabbed the papers he had stapled together for you and Sam to look over your lines. You read through some of the pages, your eyes stopping once they had found the sex scene you two would end up filming. The way you thought the scene would play out in your mind if it was real, not just a movie, wasn’t even considered porn. It was fucking art. Especially with the way Josh was writing it.

“Let’s get this thing started, yeah?” Josh asks, shaking you from the daze you were in. Sam had come down the stairs, dressed in almost the same thing as you. His pants were void of holes and his sweater had a button down shirt underneath, you could tell from the collar sticking out from the collar of the sweater. It was crooked though, you reached up to fix it for him.

The two of you followed Josh to where he wanted you two to be. “Alright, we’ll do Sam’s scenes first and then we’ll shoot yours, okay, Y/N?”

“Alright. Mind if I wander?”

“Not at all, just don’t go too far.” You nodded in response, walking back towards the house. You wanted to rummage through the cupboards, see if there were any coffee grounds. You eventually found a pot, instantly making yourself a cup.

You brought it with you as you wandered through the woods. The forest behind the cabin was thick, trees stretched for miles, blurring out the farther out you looked. This was the perfect place to film a horror movie. It was secluded, the next door neighbors were at least half of a mile to a mile away. The trees, though, were all beautiful with changing colors, some were more red than others, some more yellow. The evergreens stayed their brilliant color. The view in front of you was cinematic for sure. “Y/N!”

Your head snapped to where the voice was coming from. You walked towards it, finding Josh and Sam there. “We’ll have to wait till night to film the rest of his, so let’s do the first bit of yours first. You don’t have any lines, so you’re just gonna run around basically, looking frantically. I don’t want people to know you’re the other serial killer until the meeting in the coffee shop.”

“Alright. So, just run around looking innocent while you chase me with the camera?” You asked, taking your hair down from your ponytail. He nodded, helping you fix your hair as best he could.

Only Josh would make you run around for an hour, your body and lungs slightly tired from the harsh cold of the wind. “Alright. I’m gonna shoot some of the scenery, you and Sam can go back inside til dark.”

“Thanks, Josh.” You went back inside the cabin, leaving Josh by himself in the woods. You found Sam in the living room, guitar on his knee, pencil in his mouth. You grabbed it from him, putting it down on the table. “You’re not supposed to eat lead, Kiszka.”

“I just felt like tasting the graphite, gotta get that nutrition somewhere.” You rolled your eyes at him, smirking while doing so. Sam had a lot of fucking attitude all the time. You were sure by the second grade that the ‘s’ in his name stood for sass. The second one definitely stood for sarcasm.

“Play me something to pass the time?” You asked, feet tucked under Sam’s thigh. He looked over at you before he began to play his guitar. The melody of a familiar tune popped into your head. Sam had played it before, this time you could tell something was added to it. It was longer, prettier almost. The strumming of his fingers lulled you to sleep, your arms crossed over your stomach.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam’s voice came from nowhere, hands lightly shaking you awake. “Josh wants to film our scenes. Afterwards we can watch your favorite Halloween movie if you want.”

“You’ll actually watch Coraline with me and not pussy out?” Your voice was dripped in sleepiness, rubbing away as much of it from your eyes as you could. He laughed, extending his hand out to you to help you up from the couch.

“Last time we watched it was in sixth grade, Y/N. Give me some credit.” You rolled your eyes, ignoring him completely. You walked outside to find Josh, set up with some lighting a bit into the woods. Twigs snapped underneath your and Sam’s feet.

“After these scenes, we can all go inside and film the sex scene and knock it out so we can actually go home tomorrow afternoon. We still have to shoot the coffee shop scene, but I forgot my other homework back at home. You guys are cool with that right?” Josh spoke, slightly preoccupied with the lighting.

“Yeah, whatever you wanna do, boss.” You joked, a sudden bubble of nerves coming to life underneath your skin.

He filmed some of the scenes with Sam first, Sam’s face illuminated both by the lighting he brought but also by the moonlight. His facial features were absolutely breathtaking under the moonlight. Yours were next, and while waiting, you tried to forget the scenes you would be filming after this. You tried so hard, but the thoughts of you two being in that position made your eyes clouded with lust.

“Y/N! Beautiful! Your scenes are going to look so fucking good, oh my God!” Josh yelled, jumping slightly in the cold. You smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Seriously, you fuckin’ nailed it, dude. Thank you. I could kiss you right now!”

“You do not have to do that.” You spoke, giving Josh a hug. The three of you laughed, heading back inside. You and Sam switched into your swimsuits, as Josh set up for the scenes. Admittedly, you were incredibly nervous about how this was going to go.

“You ready for this?” Sam asked, shouting through the door as he waited for you to finish. You tied the strings of your bathing suit and opened the door. His eyes glazed over, staring at every inch of your skin that he could. He thought you didn’t catch him, but you did; he licked his lips while looking at you.

“More than ready. Are you?” You asked, pushing past him and heading into the kitchen where Josh was. There was a blue tarp covering the kitchen floor, covered in fake blood. One of the chairs from the kitchen was tipped over towards the middle, duct tape cut and stuck to the chair to make it look like someone was tied up but had been cut loose. “Sam’s putting his suit on now. Anything you want me to do?”

“Yeah!” He reached inside of the duffel bag hidden behind the counter on the floor, pulling out a holster and a switchblade. You looked between him and the items in his hands. “Put this around your thigh, and put this in it. I’m gonna give you a long t-shirt to wear to hide it.”

“Am I using it on Sam?” You asked, doing the buckle.

“Yeah, you two are serial killers, Y/N. You like knife play and let’s wait for Sam so I can explain it once instead of twice. It’ll make sense, I promise.” You shrugged, shoving the switchblade inside of the holster. He handed you a large t-shirt, a worn out University of Michigan shirt. As soon as Sam’s in the kitchen with the two of you, Josh explains what you two will be doing. “So, you’ve both read the script and everything. I tweaked it last minute, so everything you read isn’t gonna happen anymore. It’s gonna be sexier now.”

Josh explained it to the two of you as simply as he could possibly put it. The idea of it seemed incredibly sultry, sexy and something you would even enjoy outside of the movie setting. You gulped nervously as Josh put you where he wanted the two of you to start. As soon as he yelled ‘action’, the two of you switched from your normal selves to the version Josh wanted.

“Scared?” He asks, body towering over yours. The knife he has sits comfortably in his hand, blade facing away from you. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, puppy dog eyes being exposed.

“You forget,” a smirk rising to your face. You pull a switchblade from its holster strapped tight against your thigh. You flicked it open, dragging the tip of the cold blade against his chest. “You’re not the only one here who plays with knives.”

He drops the blade next to him, clamoring on the floor as he grabs the back of your neck and brings your lips to his. The blade barely misses your feet by mere inches. The switchblade you held in your hand cuts his skin slightly, causing a hiss to come from his lips. You close it in front of him, placing it on the counter behind you. He grabs your hips, hoisting you onto the counter as well, settling himself between your legs. All that’s heard in the room is the sounds of heavy breathing, clashing skin and lips smacking together. He rips the shirt off of you, throwing it somewhere into the kitchen.

Your fingertips glide through his hair, tugging at the roots as his teeth bite your bottom lip. He moans as his head throws back, giving you access to his neck. You bite at the skin on the column of his throat, licking back up it, going over his adam’s apple. You smirk at him with an open mouth, cocky until his hand comes to wrap around your throat. The pressure he applies, mixed with the blood spatter on his face, sends a wave of pleasure through you. Your hand trails down his torso, wiping some of the blood off of your hands.

He stops your hands, grabbing one of your index fingers and sucking the blood off of them, staring into your eyes the entire time. You moaned when his tongue swirled around your finger, letting it go with a pop. You tugged him back into you by the waistband of his boxers, feverishly kissing him, slipping your tongue in his mouth. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you to the edge of the counter, your core making contact with his erection. The fact that you could feel how big he was through his pants made you moan, slightly drooling at the thought of it in various holes.

“And cut!” Josh yelled, the two of you separating and breathing heavy. You turned towards Josh, who seemed to be super excited about the take you guys had. “Perfect! Beautiful! Thank you two so much. This is gonna look so sick. You guys pretend to fuck pretty well.”

“Thanks.” You breathed out, mostly heavy breathing from the way Sam was making you feel. In those moments, you had forgotten Josh was even there. You were ready for him to take you right then and there on that kitchen counter. The two of you stayed close together, for sure trying to keep Josh from seeing how hard Sam was.

“You two can go get washed up, I’ll clean up the kitchen.” You nodded, Sam helped you off the counter. The two of you walked into your room in silence, a sort of ‘almost sex’ induced haze between the two of you. Your throat felt dry when you finally reached the bedroom, looking through your bag for some of your pajamas you had brought.

“Did you want to shower together? I think this stuff might stain.” Sam broke the silence first, body facing towards you. “This way you can help me get this stuff off, and I can help you get it off.”

“Yeah.” You responded, your voice hoarse. You swallowed thickly, abandoning your clothes on top of the bed. You could just shower with your swimsuits on, right? Yeah, yeah you could.

Sam follows you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He started the snower, turning the knob to warm water. The waiting was the worst part. The tension between the two of you was palpable, you could truly cut it with a knife. Your eyes focus on Sam's back noticing the half moon impressions left on his shoulders. You reached out to touch them, fingerps grazing them. Sam jumped slightly, turning his head to look at you over his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to leave marks.”

“It's okay.” He turned towards you, your heartbeat rising as his fingertips trail up your arms, hands cupping your cheeks. “I like them.”

His kisses now were different. They weren’t as demanding; they were patient, waiting for you to respond. Eagerly, you did; your hands found Sam’s waist, pulling his body closer to yours. His lips and tongue tasted like the fake blood, high fructose com syrup. His hands sild to your back fumbling with the strings of your swimsuit. Once they were undone, his hands explore the skin of your back. He hummed against your lips, feeling your hands undo the ties on his swim trunks, you forced them down his legs, hearing the material fall to the floor.

You undid the strings behind your neck, letting your top join Sam's swimsuit on the floor. His eyes never left yours. You grabbed his hands, putting them on your skin. You sighed, the feeling of his fingers felt so good in contrast to your cold skin. His hands move from your breasts, mourning the loss of contact. His hands hook under your thighs, putting you on the bathroom counter.

His lips travel down your neck kissing down your breastbone. You moan as his tongue swirls around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Your hand flies to the back of his head, pulling him further into you. His hand occupied the other breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, pinching it. You hissed in pain, pleasure taking over. You wanted him closer, as close as you could possibly get him.

Your mind wandered, not being able to process that this was real - this was happening. The two of you had a silent agreement to not ask any questions, discuss what was happening after it happened, or maybe even in the morning. Nothing was as important to you than fucking Sam in any position he’d have you in.

He began to kiss lower, looking up at you to make sure you’d be okay with him removing your swimsuit bottoms. You just lifted your hips off the counter, moving them slightly so he’d get the hint. He did, immediately coaxing your legs open with his nose as soon as they were thrown behind him. Your attempts to keep your composure, keeping all of your moans behind your lips failed, a loose string of profanities falling from your lips as soon as Sam’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly.

His finger slid through your folds easily, collecting your slick before making its way inside of you. You threw your head back moaning, Sam’s long, slender fingers filling you in ways your own couldn’t. He brushed against your cervix, and that coupled with his mouth occupying your clit, it was enough to start a fire.

Your hips moved ragged against his hand, eyes shutting as the bundle of pleasure in your lower stomach grew larger. “Mhm, so pretty. Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby. I love watching you like this.” You rode out your orgasm on his fingers, they made you dance in ways nobody ever has before. Sam’s voice was soft, “Look at me, baby, wanna see you.”

You looked into his eyes, drinking in how intently Sam was watching you. It made your orgasm even more intense, eating up the way he just fucking stared at you. He pressed kisses to the inside of your thighs, moving down more and more before pressing kisses to each of the insides of your knees. The sweetness within the way Sam was making you feel made you fucking lightheaded. He licked his fingers clean of your come, staring at you the entire time he did so.

You brought him up to kiss him again, tasting yourself in his mouth. You hummed, pulling him closer to you. “Fuck me, Sam, please.”

“Anything for you, sweet girl.” He mumbled against your lips, sliding his boxers down his legs. He grabbed his cock, moving up and down your slit. You gasped from how sensitive your clit was, bucking your hips into him. He lets out a small laugh before he gasps as he fully sits himself inside of you. He lets you adjust to his size, kissing just below your jawline. You shifted your hips, moaning.

The pace is slow at first, wanting to feel every inch of you wrapped around him. The two of you worked in sync, anytime he moaned, one slipped past your lips. You lost any sense of care the more Sam fucked you. You didn’t care how loud you were, if Josh could hear the two of you or not.

Unbeknownst to you, Josh had always figured the two of you would get together at some point. There was nobody on this Earth Sam talked about the way he talked about you. He talked about you as if you made the sun shine and the birds chirp in the morning. It almost grossed him out how blind Sam was to how much he truly loved you, and what capacity it was in.

“So perfect, angelic human being. You’re fucking otherworldly.” His hand was loose around your jaw, but kept you looking at him. His eyes couldn’t leave yours, it was almost as if anytime he tried he would just end up looking right back at you. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

“Your goddess, Sammy. Yours.” You moaned back, Sam’s pace became the fastest it's been. The sudden change being brought about by you claiming to be his, giving yourself to him.

“Ugh, fuck, all mine.” The fire moved freely through your bloodstream, its path ending in your lower stomach. It burned bright, building and building. Your body reacted accordingly, jaw slack, mouth hung open with a brush of pleasure painted across your face. Your fingernails occupied Sam’s back and shoulders, clawing him closer, encouraging him to go harder, faster, more. You were right there, almost, almost. You whined, eyes screwing shut tighter and tighter. Your voice was whiny, pitchy as the flames finally bursted and turned into a full blown forest fire, “Holy fuck.”

Your thighs shook, breathing incredibly ragged and irregular. Your hips stilled, allowing you to fully feel Sam inside of you. “C’mon, Sammy. Fuck me harder, wanna feel you fill me up. Fill me with your cum, Sammy.”

“Oh God,” he moans into your shoulder, hands gripping your hips so tight there might be Sam’s fingerprint sized bruises there in the morning. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

When his hips begin to falter and his pace becomes uneven, you know he’s close. You coax him to the edge, tugging at the roots of his hair. He stills himself inside of you, filling you with his seed. He presses light kisses to your shoulder, waiting a minute before pulling out of you. “Guess we should shower now.”

“That water’s gonna be fucking cold.” You giggled, slapping Sam’s arm lightly as he set you back down on the bathroom floor.

“I’ll keep you warm, don’t worry.” He kissed your nose, going to turn the knob to the completely hot side. Once the two of you had stepped in, the water was warm against your skin. You hummed once he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the middle of your forehead.

“You wanna talk about what just happened or ignore it and just see where things go from here?” You asked, drawing circles on the skin of his chest, looking up at him.

“Let’s just see where this goes. I think I’m a good second best to Spencer Reid, yeah?” He looked at you with that goofy smile on his face, making you chuckle before kissing him. You could stay like this forever.

You still had yet to film the scene where your and Sam’s characters meet as serial killers. At least then you wouldn’t have to fake the sexual tension.

#sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #sam kiszka fanfic #sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka imagine #sam kiszka smut #greta van fic #greta van fanfic #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet smut #greta van smut #via writes #godlygreta writes smut

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demonsandmischief · 3 years

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Chance Encounter

A Venom Imagine

Eddie Brock x Female Reader

1.1K Words

TW - attempted sexual assault w/ knife and the emotional aftermath

his tattoos are my trigger ⬇️

***PLEASE NOTE *** THERE ARE TRIGGER WARNINGS. ALSO - this is not great, actually it sucks, but I cant just delete all of my hard work when it's already a completed imagine. So I'm using it as a start into writing for Eddie. I loved the first Venom movie - I've watched it so many times, but the second one is incredible. I am obsessed. THIS MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS TO VENOM 2! PLEASE READ AT OWN RISK.

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-Chance Encounter-

One moment, one symbiote, and one punch to the face.

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"I'm hungry," Venom whined to Eddie who winced, grabbing chocolate from the shelf.

"That's why we are at the store, dipshit," Edfie huffed quietly. "You're giving me a headache."

"You're giving me a headache, Eddie," Venom copied.

He shook his head, swiping all of the chocolate options off the shelf and into the basket.

Their banter was mutual and normal, especially after the events of Carnage. Venom and Eddie had an understanding for each other, a bond that was slowly developed despite all of the chaos and change it caused.

"I do miss our apartment, and Mrs Chen," Venom said, oddly sentimental for such a hot headed symbiote.

"Me too," Eddie said, gathering his bags. "But we are the lethal protector, remember? Can't stay in one place too long."

The cool night air was refreshing on their skin as they stepped out, starting the long walk to the crappy motel they were staying at.

"Listen," Venom whispered, and Eddie perked up, hearing sounds of distress.

"Oh yeah, lethal protector to the rescue," Venom cheered.

"Remember what we talked about, Venom."

"No showing myself unless there's an actual emergency so we don't give anyone else a heart attack."

"And?" Eddie walked towards the alleyway.

The symbiote growled, "And no biting off heads which is a dumb rule."

He rolled his eyes, letting his eyes adjust to the lack of streetlight.

"Get off." He heard the muffled cry coming from you where you were struggling against a much larger male.

"Hey," Eddie yelled, startling you. You felt relief flood your body.

"Leave us alone, dude. This ain't got nothing to do with you." The man in front of you squared his shoulders, trying to look intimidating in front of the man who had an alien living inside of him.

"What a dick," Venom muttered.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asked you, peeking around the him. "Is he bothering you?"

You wiped the blood from your busted lip onto your sleeve, giving the strange man a nod. You couldn't see much of him, but you could already tell something was different about him.

"You're going to wish you had minded your business," the man growled, raising his fist and knocking Eddie in the nose.

"Ow, shit," he groaned, cupping the fiery hot pain that spread over his entire face. "What the hell? Why did you let me take that?" he whispered angrily.

"I wanted to see what you would do. You are weak," Venom said.

"Thanks a lot."

"Who are you talking to?" the man asked with furrowed brows.

You were wondering the same thing as you moved to his side. "Are you okay? Did he hit your head or something?"

"No, it's normal," Eddie said, straightening so he could look at you. You were beautiful, and the thought was odd since he hadn't looked at anybody since he and Ann broke up. "You're bleeding," he whispered, gently reaching for the injury on your lip but he stopped his hand mid-air.

You were yanked back by your shoulder and you yelped, stumbling and catching yourself before you fell.

"Don't touch me," you gasped, moving away from the slimy man's grasp. His name was Josh and he was your friend, a really good one at that. Tonight at dinner he had come onto you too strongly - and he wasn't even drunk. He just couldn't take no for an answer and hit you right in the face. You were afraid he would have done much worse if this little distraction didn't happen.

"You should listen to her," Eddie said. "You really don't want to fight me."

"Us."

"Us," he corrected with a cough.

Josh gave a chuckle, "You think I'm scared of a boy who can't even take a punch?" He pulled out a pocket knife, pointing it at him. "Get out of here. That's your last warning."

You squirmed, trying to distance yourself but Josh wasn't letting up, instead he moved the knife to your back and you stilled.

"He can't hurt her."

"For once I agree with you," Eddie said, allowing Venom's tentacles to appear and diffuse the situation. Josh was flung against the brick wall and over a dumpster.

Your knees gave way and you hit the ground harshly. You couldn't believe Josh. He was one of your closest and only friend. What had happened?

You brushed away the first tear and the panic you had been surpressing became difficult to swallow.

Also, did your incredibly handsome rescuer have tentacles and super strength?

"Are you hurt?" Eddie asked, feeling bad he couldn't catch you before you collapsed. He crouched down, giving you a glance over for injuries.

You shook your head, burying your face in your hands, emotionally exhausted and unable to accept the situation.

"Alright, come on. Let's get you up," he encouraged. You didn't seem to be frightened of him, so he took it as okay to gently grip your arms and helping you stand.

"Why do you have tentacles?" you whispered.

"It's a condition," Eddie muttered.

"A condition? You said you'd stop calling me names."

"I'm Eddie Brock by the way," he said, ignoring Venom.

You introduced yourself to him, wiping the tears that continued to fall. You didn't know what would have happened if Eddie hadn't shown up.

He shuffled awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do to comfort you. He wanted to know more information, like if you knew the guy, but didn't want to press on the sensitive subject.

"Can I walk you home or wherever you are going?"

"I'd really appreciate that. I'm staying in that Motel on 6th."

"Oh, really? Me too," he said. "It's nice."

You chuckled despite your turmoil. Nice wasn't exactly the word you would use.

"Give her your jacket you fool."

"I'm sorry. I didn't even realize," he whispered, taking in your shrunken form like you were trying to hide in plain sight.

He shrugged out of his leather jacket, holding it out to you.

"You don't have to," you said.

"I'm happy to," he said, helping pull it up over your arms and over your shoulders.

"Thank you," you said softly. There was something comforting about his presence and his jacket. "for this and for saving me."

"I'm just glad I was there," Eddie said.

"And your nose is okay?"

"It's fine, all healed." He dipped his head so it was able to catch the street light.

You nodded and he grinned.

"You want to ask about my condition?"

His smile was contagious and you felt your lips tug up. It was a welcomed change in mood.

"I am a little curious."

"Let me talk to her."

"His name is Venom."

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Here's my Masterlist. Next one will be more fluffy. :)) Requests open.

#eddie brock #eddie brock x female reader #eddie brock imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #venom #venom imagine #venom 2 #let there be carnage #tom hardy #venom let there be carnage #venom lethal protector

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tripthelightfandomtastic · 2 years

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its my first wild wednesday of my senior year of college!!!! im taking a film class this semester and the TA sucks, so i’d like to imagine messing around w your hot, frat boy, film major TA Josh (circa highway tune era). im an english lit major and the film bros at my university are the bane of my existence, but theres something about having a little enemies to lovers with frat boy!Josh that just makes me want to throw all my morals out the window…

As a film school graduate, I completely understand how fucking annoying film bros can be. Holy fuck the way they get PISSED if you say, "I just don't think Quentin Tarantio is a good writer." I used to do that just to make them mad lol

I'd like to think you and Josh would have to do a scene together for one of your classmates short films, seeing as they didn't know of anyone else to ask who would be willing to help out. Josh is boarder line decent to get along with when you aren't talking about film, but the moment someone brings up Kubrick you want to punch him in the face.

"Kubrick was an amazing director!"

"He got a great performance out of her-"

"Um, do you even know the bullshit he put Shelley Duvall through for The Shining?!"

"By making her stay up for days on end with no sleep, and gaslighting her into thinking everyone on set hated her."

"It's still a good movie."

"You're a dick." You roll your eyes as you look over the shooting schedule, the two of you rehersing in Josh's off campus apartment. Running lines with Josh was nice most of the time, he was a good actor, it shocked you he wanted to be behind the camera instead of infront of it. You on the other hand, were just doing a classmate a solid in hopes that they would run your audio for your short film. "This script is fucking awful." Josh whispers frustrated from trying to figure out a non cringey way to read lines from a wannabe horror movie. "Yeah, its pretty cheesy." You agree, flipping through the pages of bad dialogue consisting of clichés, corny one liners and awkward flirty dialogue that only proves the guy who wrote it doesn't really know much about women.

"So what's the plan here? Your character is the killer, predictable, and I'm the helpless victim, sexist, and you're taunting me with a knife that I end up stabbing you with, wow how original." You sigh tossing the script on to the coffee table, turning to face Josh on the couch as he writes in his script. "It really does need some changes." He agrees as he continues his scribbling. "What are you writing?" "Some notes on dialogue, I'm thinking something that flows more naturally than, 'Oh no, you were the killer all along?' Something a little more exciting." Josh explains.

Josh moves closer to you on the couch, "So how am I supposed to move, I go from having you against the wall, to you pushing me to the ground?" Josh asks confused, "Well, you could choke me and I could pull a knife?" You suggest, Josh's eyes light up, "Do you know how to be stage choked?" He asks, "No? Do you?" You answer curiously.

The two of you end up rewriting most of the scene completely, a flirty back and forth where the killer doesn't reveal his plot but simply distracts the would be victim with seduction, "And then I stab you in the gut, telling the audience that I figured it out when you referred to the very first victim in the past tense when no one else knew that they were dead yet. It makes my character seem like less of the ditzy bimbo and more of the Nancy Drew type." You add. "What you don't wanna be a bimbo? I love bimbos." Josh smirks, "I bet you do. I have no problem playing anything, I just hate lazy writing." You justify.

"I took stage combat last semester."

"Of course you did."

"Hey, it was a good class, and obviously very helpful now."

You can feel yourself blushing, this is stupid, like where am I supposed to look? He's so close to me, do I look into his eyes? That's too intense, maybe his mouth, oh, his lips are pretty, no no that's weird, he's gonna get the wrong impression, I'll just look in his eyes, his stupid, big, brown eyes. It was not lost on you that Josh was cute, fuck, he's the cutest guy in the whole department, and him holding you like this and this close is not helping.

"Okay, whatever nerd, just show me." You sigh exasperated, moving closer to Josh. He brings his hand up to you, "Okay, so in stunt work, all of the responsibility of selling it is on the 'victim' in the scene, so you gotta make it look realistic." Josh explains as he gently places his hand on your throat adding zero pressure. "So you don't squeeze at all?" "Well, only a little bit, but just here, on the sides of your neck, not your actual windpipe." He says, his hand gently squeezing. "Oh yeah, that feels...fine." You say as you look him over.

"So what do I do?" You ask him softly, Josh's eyes search yours, "Uh, you can um, put your hands on my arm and my wrist, make it look like you're trying to push me away?" He suggests. You bring your hands up to his forearm, leaning back against the arm of the couch as you place your hands on his forearm and bicep, squeezing the muscle beneath for effect. Oh? That's nice, hm, a little muscle there, what a suprise, you think to yourself as your eyes look over his arm. His fingers give your throat a gentle squeeze, bringing you back to his eyes, "Does that feel okay?" Josh asks gently, his fingers applying just the smallest bit of pressure. You can feel your heartbeat slamming in your chest and your stomach doing a flip. "Y-Yeah, uh you can squeeze a little harder, if you want?" You say bringing your hand on top of his on your throat.

Josh's eyes look to your neck as he feels your hand, helping him tighten his grasp just a tad more. "I don't wanna hurt you." Josh whispers, his eyes looking into your eyes, "You aren't. It's, uh, nice." You say softly, his hold semi affecting your voice. "That's my line, 'I don't wanna hurt you', remember? I think you wrote it." Josh smiles shyly as he moves in a little closer. "Oh," you chuckle nervously. Fuck he's cute, "Maybe I am more of the ditzy bimbo type." You respond quietly, a subtle rasp to your voice. Josh smirks as he looks at your lips and back to your eyes, "I do love bimbos." He whispers as he brings his lips to yours, kissing you gently.

His kiss is soft, warm and gentle, he tastes sweet, like cinnamon, and his lips are softer than you thought they'd be. You kiss him back and soon your hands move to his shoulders, pulling him close to you. His hand lets go of your throat as he lays more against your front and between your legs, his hand in your hair.

His tongue enters your mouth and you can't help but moan into his open mouth, his fingers scratch gently at your scalp as he pulls your hair so he can kiss at your neck. You grind against him, wanting to bring him even closer still, "Fuck, Josh." You whisper as you pull at his shirt, slipping your hands to rest on the warm skin of his back underneath. "Do you want to take this to my bedroom?" Josh asks slyly, kissing and licking up your neck. "Yes, please." You whine, he pulls away, getting up and picking you up to take you into his room.

"I swear to God if there is a Pulp Fiction poster in there-"

"Let's just stay out here then."

#pulp fiction poster is my biggest red flag i look for #wild wednesday #fuck heres a whole fic #gvf #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #jake gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf

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Maybe once things are patched up between V and Blitz the Succubi Crew starts showing interest in I.M.P? Like they wanna learn how to use guns, knives, create makeshift weapons and bombs, etc. What would each members' specialty be?

Oh this is a really good ask, I'll try to do my best to give it justice, I also decided to include Verosika and Vortex just to cover bases if your not just referring to the background succubi.

Verosika and her crew getting interested in weapons and I.M.P teaching them and what they like using.

Verosika: She took a while to admit she was interested, to her even though her and Blitzo made up she still tries to avoid him cause it's awkward and she thought it would be even more awkward to ask her ex boyfriend to teach her how to use a gun. But after all the others did it she relented and walked across the hall with the excuse it was ONLY to avoid another situation with the Human Police (It's not because she thinks learning how to use weapon would be cool, no of course not). But even then to me She feels like a minimalist, only carrying around the most basic stuff and outright refusing to use makeshift stuff or bombs, she finds them too messy, I think she would carry around a small pistol (Perhaps bedazzled cause she's glam) and maybe something like a butterfly knife, and would probably keep them in her boot (Cause having them in pockets would ruin her silhouette)

Vortex: Personally I can't see him using a weapon, I think he would probably fight like Loona but probably with less slashes and more grabs and throws. That's all I have to say for him honestly, maybe a barbed baseball bat, i don't know

Josh: Knives. Knife king, he just get's obsessed with every type of knife and will now be carrying at least ten on his person at all times. Every kind, Butterfly, switch blade, bow tie knife, throwing knives just a ton of blades so much so anyone who touches him has a 50% chance of getting pricked, Also has lowkey done that knife circle thing the Joker did in Suicide Squad and Ace walked in and Josh was just like "What?"

Coco: I honestly see her just packing a baseball bat and using it to chuck grenades at whatever is unfortunate to look a like a good target. It's a show that Apple enjoys watching, while all the others are just looking on in terror at the sight. silently wondering why she doesn't just work at I.M.P.

Apple: Makeshift Queen. Ever play Dead Rising? I haven't but you get to combine almost everything you find into weapons and that is Apple's style in a nutshell. She will make stuff as simple as the humble board with nails in it to something as ludicrous as another board she covered in razor blades from shavers she stole from everyone else. Everyone tries to keep a close eye on their personal belongings from now on or else Apple will make a weapon out of it. It will be good but your not getting stuff back.

Kat: They adore any weapon that makes everything chaotic. So he's get's interested in automatic firearms and explosives, AKA an Uzi and just a ton of different explosives which he will detonate as he laughs maniacally. Sadly he doesn't really get much chance to do that but everyone knows to keep him away from someone who might annoy them or else the concert will literally go up in flames.

Milky: Ohhhh... Her and Millie would be fast friends. Milky get's teased about her height a lot and now she has a perfect reaction to those people. Pull out a knife, baseball bat, sword, axe or any variety of melee weapon to terrify them into silence, This is lowkey how she got Kat to stop picking on her. Her and Millie also borrow eachother's weapons just to try new stuff out once in a while.

Kiki: Is the polar opposite of her brother's style, Instead of intentionally making things chaotic Kiki likes to end things with a single well aimed shot. That is to say she's a really good sniper that Moxxie trained so she's even better, She is kinda bitter she can't bring her rifle most of the time but she will sneak it with her sometimes just for target practice.

Ace: The Messier the better, He likes shot guns, Baseball bats, generally just anything that's bound to have a lot of blood splatter and Verosika just knows Blitzo is giving him all this stuff but he won't admit it so she just groans and tries to have Ace calm down a bit so no one ends up covered in blood by the time any fight they end up in is over. Also Ace and Josh fighting together is just... cool melee power couple stuff I guess.

#Did you know Ace and Josh are Canon!?#They were at Ozzie's together and I almost fainted #helluva boss #verosika mayday #helluva vortex #helluva josh #helluva coco #helluva apple #helluva kat #helluva milky #helluva kiki #helluva Ace #apple x coco #ace x josh #blitzo #helluva Moxxie #helluva millie #helluva boss headcannons #answered asks

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wendeeee · 3 years

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Living n' Loving

kate schmidt x fem!plus size!reader

requested: yes

summary: splitting up isn't always the best idea but it will be worth it

w: mentions of stabbing, blood, insecurities

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you never really thought you'd be in the kind of situation. no matter what you'd always get caught in your friends little activitys. when Josh showed you the articles you were terrified. your eyes were everywhere and you couldn't keep still.

you never trusted these things. and when the first plan of getting the killers off sam failed terribly when you realized they would only come back to life. you still couldn't bare it.

when showed up to the mall you got yourself cleaned up in the bathroom. you had got a new shirt as you pulled your old one off you looked at yourself in the mirror. tears formed in your eyes as you looked up and down at yourself. you never really felt extremely insecure, but something inside yoi just shattered.

"whats got you so upset?" someone questioned from behind you. you had been so out of it you didn't notice her come in. "im fine, just a little out of it" you shook it off trying to change the subject. "you can tell me anything, even if its just a little hurt." she giggled softly in attempt to make you feel a little better. when you admitted about your insecurities she smiled, you felt comfortable enough to tell her stuff like that. even if she was your girlfriend she still felt so delighted.

you didn't really take it well when you were told you would all have to be in different places. you didn't trust anything. you stayed in your place quietly just waiting. when you heard the sound of fire going you stayed to a hidden place where you knew no one could see you.

when you heard the screams that sounded like kate you were shocked. you were terrified, but you would do anything for her. you ran as fast as you could to where her screams were you saw her being choked by skull mask. you grabbed a cake knife from counter, hitting him in his back several times. letting go of kates body he turned around stabbing you in the side od your stomach. you thought you were over and everything was done for. you fell to the ground. Kate stabbed him in the back with the knife you had used.

kate was in a panic trying her best get you back. taking your body to somewhere safer. when she got bandages from the nearest med kit she wrapped your side in it. she held you close in hopes that you would still be alive. her ear to your heart, it was still going. "please don't leave me, I love you." she said. tears were going down like a waterfall out her eyes.

"i love you too" you said, your voice coming out raspy. Kate gasped removing her body from yours looking into your eyes. she smiled as she kissed you. the pain weakened as she smiled into the kiss. if anything

after that you never left her side.

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#kate schmidt image #kate schmidt x y/n #kate schmidt #kate schmidt x reader #kate schmidt x you #fear street #fear street image

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One Summer In Paris ~ Missing

WORD COUNT: 4K

GENRE: Fluffy, romance, ex-lovers to lovers,

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

DESCRIPTION: Jeon Jungkook had always loved Paris with its amazing views, incredible museums and the small Bookshop right across from the Effiel Tower. It was were he spent a lot of his summer breaks as a kid so he loved it well into his adulthood. There was one bookshop he rented a room in the summer that changed his life. It was a place where he felt happy and at peace whenever he had the chance to stay there. Where he fell in love for the first time and had his first heartbreak, a lot of firsts for him were in Paris. But what happens when he goes back to the same book shop four years later and finds the love of his life in the arms of another with a daughter who looks suspiciously like him…

THEMES: Single Parent, Jungkook x Fem!Reader, self insert, Smut will be included in a later chapter

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Grace grumbled as she made her way up the stairs to the apartment, she hadn't made the trip in years and here she was trying to find out where you were since the shop was open and no one was manning the till except for Josh who'd come by when he noticed the doors open. She was far too old to be climbing up all of these stairs on her own so she hit the door with her walking stick the second she got close enough.

"Y/n!" You jolted awake upon hearing your name rubbing the back of your neck from the dull pain that was there.

"Grace? What-What's going on?" You groaned getting up from the floor, you'd fallen asleep on the floor in the apartment above your own while you were crying the night before. You pulled the door open to see Grace leaning on the wall as she tried to catch her breath.

"You tell me! I get a worried Joshua calling me because the shop doors are open and no one is here, what are you doing?! This is that stupid boy-" She continued ranting on as she grumbled about how stupid Jungkook was but your head was going back to the doors being open.

"I locked the doors..." You began running through your head about the night before, you remembered shutting and locking the door behind you since everyone had been gathered outside.

"You and that stupid Jungkook boy! Whenever he's around you do nothing but make stupid decisions! I'm glad I told him to leave when I did when he was here the first time!" She continued ranting away about how she was the reason Jungkook left, you stared at her confused. Jungkook had left because he was famous and had obligations to go back to not because Grace had said something to him,

"What do you mean you told him to leave?" You questioned as you stared at her, your blood boiling with every passing second.

"I knew you were pregnant, I knew he would be no good. I told him to leave. I told him you didn't need him around." As much as you wanted to scream out at Grace your head went back to you being pregnant at the time.

"Areum-" You raced out of the apartment while Grace yelled after you to stop moving away from her while she was talking to you but you didn't care. Rushing into the apartment below you sprinted into your daughter's room to see Areum's bed was empty, her backpack was gone and some of her clothes were missing.

"A-Areum?!" You screamed out looking around the apartment, maybe she'd been gone into your room but the whole place was empty. There were no signs of her anywhere making your heart race, Paris was huge and she had no idea where she was going alone.

"Listen to me young lady I have been nothing but kind to you since you showed-" Your hand raised to your temples as you turned around to face Grace who seemed a little startled at you,

"Grace! Enough! My daughter is missing! I don't care if you don't like Jungkook okay?! It's not as if we're ever going to work out because of who he is but if you'll excuse me! I have a daughter to try and find," Grace stumbled back as you pushed out of the apartment trying to call Jungkook who but his phone was going straight to voicemail. You punched your hand into the wall crying out as you reached his voicemail box again,

"Did you take Areum with you? I'm not...I'm not mad but call me...Tell me she's with you please," You whispered your voice cracking at the thought of your daughter suddenly going missing. If she wasn't with Jungkook you'd have no idea where else she could be.

"Josh. Watch the shop until my worker can come in-" You tried to tell him but he began questioning you on what you were doing.

"Where are you doing?" He questioned as you looked outside, there were no more paparazzi and screaming fans so you assumed someone had said something to them the night before. Hopefully, Jungkook had called someone to fix everything but now you had another problem.

"Areum isn't here, is she with you?" He shook his head offering to call the police but you knew you couldn't call them until it had been at least a couple of hours. She had to have been missing for at least 24-hours before you could call someone about it.

"I'll find her dad, she...She has to be with him." You were stuttering as you walked out of the shop without a second thought about it. You began calling Jungkook's phone over and over again as you walked towards the hotel you knew he was staying at,

"Jungkook please answer your phone, I'm worried sick...She has to be with you, please tell me she's with you." You felt like you were going to vomit at the thought of Areum not being with him but out in Paris alone.

Areum jumped into Jungkook's arms as he spun her around in the air before he placed her sitting her on his hip. They were having breakfast together after having a sleepover the night before. Areum had shown up at the hotel a couple of minutes after him, he'd just gotten to his room when the reception called him and told him that they had a girl claiming to be his daughter.

"Can I stay over again tonight?" Areum questioned as she walked over to the bed and began jumping up and down on it. Jungkook laughed softly about to say something when his phone began buzzing, it was finally turning back on after dying on him the night before. There were over 100 missed calls from you along with a lot of voicemails, as he was about to listen to them another call came through. He answered it,

"Hey What's-" He was cut off when you began yelling at him loudly down the other side of the phone but he didn't understand a word you were saying.

"Y/n? W-Whoa! Why are you yelling?!" He grumbled moving the phone away from his ear so he could change ears.

"WHY AM I YELLING?! Where's Areum?! Where-" Jungkook looked at Areum who was now hiding behind a pillow on the bed,

"She's sitting on my bed, she told me you dropped her off outside the hotel to sleep here for the night-" The scoff that left your throat made Jungkook realise that couldn't have been true.

"And you believed her?! You're such a fucking-" You took a deep breath to calm yourself down. Reminding yourself that the most important thing was that Areum was safe and sound instead of being around Paris.

"C-Can I talk to her?" Jungkook hummed trying to give Areum the phone but she wiggled away from Jungkook and into the bathroom slamming and locking the door behind her.

"She's in the bathroom, she won't-" The thought of your own daughter not wanting to see you made your heart break into pieces.

"Let me in, please. I tried to get in but the receptionist kicked me out," Areum was still in the bathroom but Jungkook agreed hanging up the phone and to go to the door of the hotel room. There was no way Areum could get out without the room key so he began racing down to the reception area to look for you.

"Where is she?" He pulled you towards the elevator when he noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks, your hands were shaking as he got you into the elevator. You'd been feeling sick from the moment you realised Areum was missing.

"She's in the bathroom, she can't get out of the hotel room though." You looked at him while you swallowed the lump in your throat not knowing what to say about it,

"G-Grace came to wake me up, the shop doors were open she must have walked out last night when I was kicking off...J-Jungkook," He shook his head at you, wrapping his arms around you as he brought you into a hug promising you that Areum was fine. Sobbing into his chest you held onto Jungkook's shirt tightly in your fist as you tried to calm yourself down. All you wanted to hug Areum but you wanted to discipline her for running out on you like that, she knew she wasn't supposed to be alone out on the streets like that. She knew the rules about going off on her own.

"Areum?" You called out cooly as you walked into the bathroom. Jungkook had used a knife on the door lock on the outside so you could walk into the room. When you walked in she was sitting in the giant bathtub, seriously that thing was the size of your bed back home almost. Areum was crying as she looked at her hands not wanting to look at you,

"Why are you crying, princess?" You groaned as you got into the bathtub beside her, she sniffled using her firsts to wipe her face. Jungkook handed her some tissue as he got in beside her, you'd both sandwiched her between one another.

"You and dad were fighting...You were supposed to be happy, w-we went out together, we were a family. We were going to be a happy and complete family." You bit your lip as you realised what she wanted to happen and what she thought was happening between the two of you. Jungkook looked at you sadly as he even realised what Areum was talking about.

"A-Areum me and your dad...We haven't been together in a long time and we- We might never be again," Jungkook felt his heart shut down as you said it might never be he thought the time you'd spent together would be good and lead to more.

"I want you to be together, you have to be together like in all of the movies," All of those movies seemed to be going to her head and your heart sank at the thought of telling a four-year-old girl that love stories weren't always real. Jungkook looked at Areum as she began to nod off, she hadn't slept well the night before Jungkook knew that since she was in the bed beside him on his phone watching movies and playing games.

"Let's let her sleep for a while," He whispered picking her up and taking her over to the bedroom, he placed her into the bed and you both sat on the floor watching her. You leant back against the wall watching her in silence and Jungkook sigh as he went off to make a drink.

"I haven't been that scared since her birth," You admitted as Jungkook handed you a mug of hot chocolate, he slid down onto the floor beside you and watched you. He'd been wondering things about the pregnancy but he never knew how to ask you about it all.

"What happened when she was born?" You swallowed some of the hot chocolate letting it relax you as you leant your head back against the wall just watching Areum sleeping. The thoughts of her birth coming back to you,

"It was a difficult birth-" You'd never opened up to anyone about this, not even Grace who had you discharged from the hospital.

"We nearly died Jungkook," You whimpered as you turned to look up at him.

Dear god, why did it have to be now? Was this some kind of punishment for not telling Jungkook that you were carrying around his child. It had been eight months since Jungkook left and you knew you were due but not for another month at least. You whined out as you rubbed your hand over your stomach trying to calm yourself down.

"You alright dear?" An elderly lady beside you on the bus questioned when she watched you run your hand over the bump that was coming from your top. You shook your head as you locked eyes with her for a second,

"I-I think I'm in labour," You stuttered but just as you finished your sentence the bus stopped abruptly and you groaned looking out of the window. The whole roads seemed to be blocked and it looked as though you were going to be here for a while.

"Traffic? It's not rush hour," You hissed looking at the elderly lady who was getting up to see what was taking so long,

"There's some kind of event going on, the stadium is packed out for some boy band." The universe was really trying to torture you with this, you stared out of the window to see posters of Jungkook strung everywhere. There were huge posters of him everywhere making you feel even worse about this. Your eyes glanced around out of the window to see fans all over the place. That was what was blocking the roads and stopping everything from moving.

"Hey, it's okay. We'll get you to the hospital in no time," The elderly came back over to you, introducing herself as Audrey as she tried to distract you from the pain you were experiencing. You stared into her eyes as you began to feel the pain of a contraction rush through you, along with a sweating sensation and a pain that made your head fall back against the seats. You groaned out loudly as you felt a contraction hit you,

"Can you keep it down!" Someone yelled from the back of the bus as they played their show out for everyone to hear. Audrey shook her head as she stood up to look at the children at the back,

"She's in labour, how about you show some consideration," Audrey snapped back stripping herself from the cardigan she was wearing and looking at you. It was May in Paris so you were in a summer dress. She put your legs up onto the chair in front of you to make you comfortable and she looked at you,

"Do you want me to check? Or I can call a doctor," You nodded at the second option taking out your phone to call Grace who was supposed to be with you when you went into labour but evidently she wasn't here. She was supposed to be the one that helped you through all of this since she used to be a midwife.

"Hi, yes! I have a young girl here who seems to be going into labour," Your eyes were starting to water as you felt another contraction coming on, your hands gripped onto the edge of the chair as you screamed out in pain. Crying heavily as you threw your head back against the seat,

"We're stuck in traffic, there's no way for us to get to you or for you to get to us...Yes...Yes...I understand, thank you." She hung up her phone and looked at you anxiously which didn't make you feel like the best right now,

"We have to try and time your contractions okay? Did you take birth classes, do you know the techniques?" You knew everything, you'd been doing all of the classes with Grace by your side as well as taking extra classes since you were so scared of doing this alone. The books were piled up at home which you'd been reading every time they'd come into the shop.

"I don't want to do this here, I don't want to," You were laid on the back seats of the bus with your legs up, the men on the bus had all surrendered their jackets to put up against the windows so no one could see inside while Audrey and another lady from the bus were up at the back of the bus with you. The driver had turned on the engine to run the air-conditioner for you while others were offering you water, blankets and everything else you were going to need for this.

"You have to, you're ready to push and we still can't move okay? Push for five seconds, ready?"

"No!" You screamed looking at her but she gave you a sympathetic smile while squeezing your hand, you took a deep breath before pushing for as hard and long as you could,

"Let's go," Your head flung back against the seat as you began crying, you could hear the music from the concert playing as you began delivering your baby, it was truly the worlds way of saying "fuck you" to you as you did all of this. Pushing harder as you heard chanting of Jungkook's name, along with others.

"Push!" You screamed out a curse word in french as you began pushing once again trying to block out the music as you continued to push through the pain that was ripping through you.

"A couple more pushes and you'll be done, I promise," Audrey squeezed your hand but you couldn't feel it, everything felt like it was so far away from you right now nothing felt like where it was supposed to be. Even the concert music and screams of the fans were beginning to drown in and out of your hearing.

"Y/n? Can you hear me?" You rolled your head forward limply pushing once again until you heard a screaming child and people clapping. You smiled weakly as you heard the healthy screams of a baby,

"It's a girl," Someone yelled cheerfully but your body slumped forward in the seat,

"Audrey?" The other woman that had been helping yelled as she tried to wake you up but your heart rate was slowing down and they could barely feel it pulsating in your neck.

"Ambulance or something, please! She's losing a lot of blood!" The screams continued until you heard nothing else around you.

"I woke up in the hospital a week later, Grace had been looking after Areum while I was out." You whispered as you looked at Jungkook before staring down into the cup in your hands.

"We were in town?" Jungkook felt odd that he was there for the birth of his daughter but not really there for you. You nodded at him while laughing at yourself thinking back on it now you could laugh on it,

"I think the universe was trying to play some kind of sick joke on me for not telling you," He sighed wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you began to cry into his arms thinking back on it all.

"I'm sorry Jungkook, I should have told you when I got pregnant, I just-" He shook his head at you kissing your temple softly,

"I should have told you who I was. I guess it kind of makes us even," You rolled your eyes, there was nothing on this Earth that could make you even for taking his daughter away from knowing him for four years. You'd never do it again, you were going to let him be a part of her life any way he wanted.

"I knew if you knew you'd stay but you mean so much to those people and I-I was angry at you for not telling me so I hid it. I'm sorry." Jungkook shook his head at you and you stared into his eyes wondering how he was being so calm about this,

"Everything happens for a reason right?" You remembered saying that to him, he had you tattoo the saying onto the inside of his arm which made you smile.

"What?" He chuckled wondering what you were thinking about and you reached up to touch his arm gently,

"I just remembered you making me tattoo the saying on you-" He knew what you were going to say so he began rolling up the sleeve of his jacket to reveal the tattoo to you. It was still right there, along with some new additions to his neverending collection,

"You didn't cover it up?" He shook his head at your question he would never cover something up that meant so much to him.

"Why would I cover up something someone I love did for me?" Your eyebrows raised at his statement and you stared at him,

"Love? Not past tense?" He nodded taking your hand in his and giving it a small squeeze and your heart began to pound once again.

"I still love you," He whispered as he finally admitted that he was still in love with you after all of this time.

"I love you too," You admitted to him and to yourself as you stared at him. His hand slowly reached up to cup your face in his hand and he ran his thumb along your skin smiling to himself as he could finally touch you the way he used to. He'd missed being able to be free with you like this no more holding back around you.

"I missed you," He whispered as he moved closer to you - as if it was even possible you were practically sitting on top of one another as it was.

"Every time I looked at Areum and I saw you...I missed you a lot Jungkook," Without another thought, you connected your lips together wanting to know if the sparks were still there and they were. The fireworks exploded in your head as soon as your lips touched one another and from there it was as if nothing had changed, there had been no break between you. He moved his hands onto your waist and sat you on his lap while you worked your hands into his black hair tugging at the strands as you made out on the floor. Everything felt as though it was falling into place as you kissed him, all of the pieces of the jigsaw clicking into place, he licked along your bottom lip but you pulled away from him. Panting heavily as you laid your forehead against his,

"W-We should stop before she wakes up," Your voice came out hoarse and Jungkook smirked, he loved that he still had that effect on you. You didn't want Areum to see and get excited over something after you both told her you weren't together.

"I just-" The door opened as he was about to talk so you sprung apart, standing there was Namjoon who was scanning the room for Jungkook until he saw you standing there.

"Y/n, I've heard a lot about you." His voice was calm as he shook your hand which made you laugh softly. Jungkook was glowing a bright red colour as the room was suddenly filled by 7 men all of them staring at you both. BTS and their manager who did not look too pleased to see Jungkook right now,

"We have a lot to do to sort all of this out, I took care of the paparazzi and fans last night but-" He stopped speaking once he noticed that you were in the room, he didn't know how to deal with this.

"Mum?" You turned to see Areum making her way over to you all as she rubbed her eyes tiredly wondering what was going on around her,

"She's tired, I can take her home and get some rest-" You tried to tell Jungkook,

"No!" All six members chorused as they turned to look at you and a startled Areum.

"I've been picking up toys since I left my apartment," Taehyung groaned wanting to spend time with someone who he would treat as a little niece. He held up a bag in his hand,

"I had to admit I brought along some things for her too," Namjoon admitted, everyone looked at you since you were the one in charge of her. Jungkook turned to you to see if you would be comfortable with all of it and you smiled.

"We can get to know one another while Jungkook gets into trouble," Jimin laughed wrapping his arm around you as Jungkook was lead out of the room with his manager. You quickly exchanged looks and a small wave before the door shut behind him and you were left with Areum and her six uncles who were all dying to get to know her more.

"She's tired so don't be too surprised if she starts crying at too much attention," Areum was sitting beside Taehyung and Yoongi as they spoke to her asking her some basic questions. A small toy piano sitting in front of her as Yoongi taught her some basic chords as she stared up at him in awe.

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