#my wallet is gonna cry out in pain

[hotpinkstars]

LOST POSSESSIONS - aventurine, boothill, x reader

- in which you lost your wedding band during a conflict with something/someone.

- novas comeback post guys I'm gonna be more fluent with writing I promise. hope you enjoy this though I was gonna add Sunday but my computer is literally at 1 percent sooooooo....

- a lot of crying, minor swearing, besides that all comfort... wc 912

When Aventurine walked into your shared home to the sight of you sobbing on the couch, he thought of the worst. Are you hurt? Did something happen while he was at work? He went up to you to seek for answers.

“What happened? What's wrong?” He internally panicked, not wanting to allow you to see his current emotions. He kept calm as you sat up, tear stained face poking a hole through his battered heart.

“You’re gonna be so pissed!” You sob, somehow starting to cry even harder. You dove back into the warm cushions of the couch when you felt the part near your shins dip, and a hand running through your hair and massaging the back of your scalp.

“You can tell me anything. I won’t be upset, I promise,” he gave you a sympathetic look before proceeding. “But if you’re not comfortable with it, I won’t push you.”

You hesitantly show him your bare hands, and he takes them in his. You roll over to face him and look at him with a pained expression, and that's when he seemed to realize. 

“Where's your wedding ring?” He said, his words quick. He looked at you slightly wide-eyed before you began bawling again. He began to swipe the tears out of your eyes, his thumb coming into contact with your lower lashes as he quietly attempts to hush you and calm you down.

“Was it stolen? Did you lose it?” 

You bring a hand up to your face before sniffling. “It got stolen. The diamond was too appealing to some bastard on the streets on Golden Hour, and it was swiped right off of my hand!” 

You curl back into yourself before Aventurine comes down to kiss your face. “I’m not mad at you, babe. I’m beyond pissed off with the person who did that. Nobody seems to have even a drop of human decency these days, do they?” 

You slightly shrugged before hugging him close. He returned the hug, and held you there until you quietly whispered a question into his ear. “What are we going to do about the ring?”

He slightly chuckled before bringing his head on top of yours. “I might as well get you a new one. The old one was rather… out of date, if I must say so myself. I could get you a bigger, brighter diamond.”You attempted to protest, attempting to say everything he knew you wanted to say- even something made out of paper would be good enough for me. But he thought you were worth the shiniest, biggest, rarest stone in the world. Worth much much more than that. And this incident wasn’t much of a setback for him, and really didn’t make his wallet cry very hard at all.

Boothill doesn’t play when his significant other is not doing very well. He’s immediately at your side, stroking your hair and trying to do or say anything he can to make you feel better. 

But in this instance, it didn’t really work. He realized after a few moments that he just had to be patient, and wait for you to come to him,

“You’re going to be so mad at me if I told you,” you hiccuped, before continuing to talk. “Please don’t yell at me.”

“Why would I ever yell at ya’?” He said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. “Whatever's got your pretty face all stained with tears can’t be that bad. I hate gettin’ mad at ya’, and ya’ know that.”

You nodded, but dug your face deeper into the pillows. Boothill simply put his metal hand on your back, and rubbed up and down. While the sensation felt cold, it seemed to work to help calm you down because you felt more at ease, and he could tell that too. 

“I lost my wedding ring. I don’t know where it went, but one moment it was there and then the next it wasn’t on my hand anymore,” you cut out, trying to hold back more tears. You could see his face change from scared to relaxed.

“Hey, don’t stress it. That’s just a lil’ setback, nothin’ to worry about. We’ll either find it or I’ll buy ya’ a new one,” he says as he picks up your now bare hand, a flash of sadness showing through his eyes. “What’ll make ya’ feel better? Cuddles? If we went out to try n’ find it?”

You shrugged, and he nodded. You buried yourself even deeper into the blankets, giving him the hint that you just wanted to stay inside for now. You felt too bad and your face was rose red from crying, your eyes puffy and your voice raspy. He climbed into the bed with you, wrapping his strong, metallic arm around your covered torso. 

“I’ll do a thorough investigation tomorrow. People don’t usually lie to Galaxy Rangers, but I doubt those adorable cutie pies would know somethin’ like that,” he immediately cringed, realizing how the sentence came out. His stupid synesthesia beacon. 

But he heard you laugh, and the cringe feeling dissipated into a warmth in his metal chest. His whole goal is to keep you happy, healthy, and safe. If he were to fail at one of those things, he’d fail at his own purpose. For now, his only thing is to cheer you up, and make sure you know that he would never be mad at you for a mistake that's not even your fault.

[viennakarma]

Evergreen (he tears me to pieces)

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Your relationship is ending, despite you fighting for it for a while. Maybe it's time to let go.

Word count: 3.7k

Tags: Female reader, established relationship, heartbreak, neglected relationship, fights, cursing, miscommunication, misunderstandings, break up, sad ending (kinda), open ending, not beta read

Relationships: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Notes: this is a bit sad, not gonna lie, but the ending is kinda hopeful (i guess?)

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You didn’t want to believe your relationship had reached a tipping point, but the details were all there. The lack of interest, distance, coldness.

You knew you and Charles were at a complicated point in your relationship. Losing the championship the year before had taken a huge toll on him, even when he tried to pretend it didn’t matter that much.

You were home in Monaco when you came back from shopping and you found Charles dressing up in the closet. You paused.

“Where are you going?” You asked, placing your shopping bag down.

“I’m going out for dinner with the boys,” he said, fixing his curls in front of the mirror.

“Charlie! We had my work dinner to go tonight! Did you forget about it?”

“Shit, baby!” He muttered, turning to you, “I’m so sorry!”

“Can you reschedule with your friends?” You asked, but he shook his head, spraying his cologne.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you soon!” He reached for his wallet and car keys, “Don’t wait up for me!”

You sat on the bed, stunned. You thought about what you would say when you showed up at your work dinner that was made for the staff to take their partners to meet their colleagues and the work environment.

Alone at the dinner while everyone introduced their partners, you stayed only enough to not be considered rude and tried to not cry the whole drive back home.

Charles had not arrived yet when you went to bed, and you allowed yourself to shed a couple of tears before forcing yourself to sleep.

-

That was a bad day. Charles had crashed his car during the formation lap and you watched it with a heavy heart as he was out of the race and walking completely lost on his way back to the garage.

You waited for him to finish his press duties and after the race started, you went to meet him in his driver’s room. He was sitting on the sofa, a dreadful look on his face.

“Baby, how are you?” You whispered, kneeling beside him.

“How does it look?” He said, sarcastically.

“I’m sorry, that was stupid.” You frowned at your own silliness.

“Really stupid,” he mumbled. You swallowed, thinking he was just having a bad day.

“Can I do something for you?” You asked again, but he rolled his eyes.

“How about you leave me the fuck alone?!” He didn’t raise his voice too much, but the aggression was in his tone, in his coldness, like he was fed up with your existence.

You only nodded, ignoring the flaring pain in your chest as you silently left his room.

The lump in your throat didn’t bother too much as you sat down in the hospitality and watched what was left of the race. You stayed aimlessly around until way past the race ended, thinking about when it was finally time to go back to the hotel. You knew the debriefing meetings were usually longer after messed up races, so when you went back to the garage to look for Charles, you realized his bags weren’t in his room and the staff was disassembling everything and packing it up to leave.

You walked to the parking lot and noticed Charles’ car wasn’t there anymore. Back at the motorhome, you reached for your phone and tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail. You were getting nervous every minute you passed alone there.

Like a forgotten clown.

“Hey! Are you ok?” You jumped hearing the voice behind you. It was Carlos, your boyfriend’s teammate and close friend.

“Yeah, um-” you stumbled on the words, because how the fuck would you tell Carlos that your boyfriend had left you behind, “I can’t reach Charles, and he left probably thinking I left earlier today.”

“Come on, I can give you a ride,” Carlos shook his keychain, pointing toward the parking lot.

“Thank you,” you managed to squeeze out.

As Carlos drove in silence, only the radio on softly, you tried not to think, because thinking would make you cry. And you didn’t want to cry in front of Carlos. As a sad song started, a single tear escaped, and you quietly wiped it, wishing Carlos was too focused on driving to notice. But as he stopped in front of the hotel, he offered you a tissue from the glovebox, which made two more tears come down before you could stop yourself.

“Thank you for the ride,” you said, and he just nodded.

“Anytime,” he said softly.

You were grateful he didn’t ask a single thing, nor tried to comfort you.

When you got into the hotel room, Charles was fast asleep, so you just got under the shower and cried with a hand on your mouth to muffle your cries.

-

You were finishing up your makeup when Charles got home on a random Saturday that he didn’t have work, and you two were home.

As you finished gluing eyelashes, Charles stood behind you with both hands on your hips.

“Aren’t you too formal for dinner at my mum’s?” He asked.

“I have a work gala tonight, Charles,” you said, impatiently, and moving away so his hands just slid off you.

“Why wasn’t I invited?” He pouted.

“You were,” you opened the lipgloss, applying to your lips, “you just forgot. Again.”

You didn’t look at him to see his expression drop. It was always like this, you were the last thing on his list of priorities. When he had work functions, you were always there for him, making do with your own time and commitments, squeezing him in so you’d never leave when he needed you. Unfortunately he never reciprocated you. Your friends didn’t matter, dinner with your family was optional and your work events, he didn’t even bother to go.

“You should’ve reminded me again.”

“I did. Two nights ago on the plane when we were flying back.”

“I can call my mom, reschedule our-” he started but your scoff cut him off.

“Don’t bother,” you shrugged.

“Amour-” He tried but you just shook your head.

“Just don’t, Charles,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing your clutch, “I don’t want to be late for the gala.”

Despite the sour beginning, the night was actually nice, you caught up with most of your colleagues, and sadly your boss announced she was going to retire. The night had a small award ceremony too, to celebrate the success of the year. Which ended up with you getting an award for your achievements during the year, and with a beautiful speech from your soon to be ex-boss, she announced that you were getting the promotion for the position of editor in chief, which was pretty much your dream job.

The night was one of the happiest of the year, and you only got home past two in the morning, after enjoying the company and celebrating your promotion. Charles was asleep as you placed your award, a symbolic trophy, on the living room bookshelf.

Charles never asked about the gala, and you didn’t waste any time trying to tell him, since he clearly didn’t give two fucks about your career.

When you went to the next race week hand in hand with Charles, you met Max Verstappen and Sebastian Vettel, who were chatting. You and Charles greeted the both of them. Sebastian who you knew from his time as Charles’ teammate and Max who you knew ever since you were a teen karting for fun. You knew Max just as long as you knew Charles.

“I heard about your promotion! Congratulations!” Max said with a smile. You accepted his handshake with a tender smile. But at the same time, you felt the sudden hold of Charles on your hip.

“Oh, thank you!”

“Really?! Congratulations, Y/N!” Sebastian added.

“She’s always wanted to be editor in chief!” Max pointed out, “She was always talking about it when we were like fifteen!”

You smiled softly, remembering that when you were a teen, you were obsessed with 13 going on 30, and you were very vocal about your dream of working on a fashion magazine.

“I’m glad you achieved the dream then!” Sebastian said with great kindness to you.

Charles tapped your hip twice, and you knew the signal when you had to go.

“Thank you guys, thanks! Charles and I have to go, but see you around!” You and Charles waved at them and walked off.

Charles took your hand and, in long strides, led you inside only stopping when you were in a meeting room.

“You got a promotion?! Why didn’t you tell me that?” Charles said, suddenly upset.

“I guess it just slipped my mind,” you shrugged.

“This was your greatest dream! When did it happen?” He asked, looking hurt.

“At the gala you missed,” you sounded unbothered by his sudden outburst of hurt.

“And how did they know?!” He pointed a finger outside.

“From my instagram, I guess. I made a post about it,” you dismissed Charles, ignoring the fact that he hadn’t seen your post, going to sit down and sip some coffee, “I don’t understand why you’re using that tone with me.”

“Because you should’ve told me!” He raised his voice.

“I just don’t see why, my career never really mattered to you, why would it matter now?!” You said, and the more calmly you talked, the angrier he got.

“You got to be fucking kidding me, right?” He shouted.

“Look, you need to chill. I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but I’m going to take a stroll around. See you in a bit. Hopefully you will have calmed down.” You stood up, leaving his room without letting him say anything else.

Despite getting calm between you and Charles, the distance only seemed to grow, and the only thing keeping you hung onto the love you felt for him were the memories of your five year relationship. You had to do something if you wanted to save your relationship with Charles.

Your fifth year anniversary happened in a day Charles was busy, but sent you flowers, and texted you a sweet message in video. It made you invigorated, and you planned to go all out on the weekend, when Charles was going to come home.

So you planned dinner with a cake, and a romantic getaway after checking his schedule and making sure you could make a quick trip to a very romantic and secluded villa in Positano. You also dressed in very sexy lingerie, and got yourself really pretty to wait for him. So you had everything planned. Dinner at 8, maybe a little love making after, and then you’d drive to Nice to get on the plane at midnight and take off to Italy.

You had told him to come home as soon as he got to Monaco, because you had an anniversary surprise for him. You texted him twice during the day to remind him.

But when the clock hit 8 in the night, the time you had told him to come home, a dreadful feeling placed in the pit of your stomach. He wouldn’t stand you up, would he? 8:17 you texted him a couple of times, but he didn’t read the text. 8:42 you removed the lamb from the oven, setting it on the table. 9:58 Joris texted you talking about how Charles had met the boys and they went out for a drink that turned into a few drinks.

Your face was wet with tears as you packed the food and placed it in the fridge, then washed your face of the make up and changed out of the lingerie. You were unpacking the two bags you’d take on the getaway, when you stared at the silly romantic tickets you had made over the week to symbolically gift him the romantic getaway. You stopped unpacking the bags, changing into a comfortable attire then taking only your bag and driving to Nice.

You turned your phone off and went to Positano alone.

The couple of days you spent only with yourself were good, even though you were crying a lot, feeling abandoned, forgotten and lonely in your relationship. You and Charles had been in a relationship for so long during your early adulthood, and you knew each other ever since you were preteens. It was painful watching life taking you and Charles apart even being so close.

It was weird, you thought you had gotten over the toughest years of your relationship. The year you started dating you were living in another country to attend university, and that had been very difficult to your relationship, but still, you managed.

You mourned the loss of that Charles. The Charles that would align both of your schedules so he wouldn’t miss anything important for you. The Charles that would send you random texts with pictures of things that reminded him of you. The Charles that cared, that asked, that communicated. This Charles was different, you two had grown into people with different goals in life. He wasn’t the same, but you also weren’t the same. Your priorities didn’t align anymore, that was a tough pill to swallow.

But you did.

You went back home again two days later, tanned and tranquil, with your mind made up about asking Charles for a break.

But as you entered the apartment, Charles ran into your arms.

“I’m so sorry, my love! So sorry I forgot about our plans! I was so worried about you!” He kissed your cheek, and you smiled politely, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise! I made a reservation at your favorite restaurant tomorrow night!”

“Charles,” you tried to come up with words, you were so tired, “I’ve got work this week.”

“Yeah, but you leave work at five? And our reservation is only at seven!” He asked, “Please, baby? Let me make it up to you.”

You were so tired of trying to hold on to something that was slipping through your fingers for months now, you didn’t feel any spark at his promising invite. But since he wanted to put in the effort, you would try again at least this once. If you couldn’t find the spark again until the end of the night, you’d have to let go.

So that’s how you ended up changing and putting makeup on at work, in your office. You’d meet Charles straight there since you had to catch up with work.

You had a gut feeling when you got to the restaurant, asking about the reservation under Leclerc. When the hostess took you to your table and you saw that Charles wasn’t there, you hoped and prayed he was coming.

Nursing a glass of wine, you just stared at the empty seat across from you. Your heart finally, fully sinking into the dark deep sea of this relationship. You felt like you’d been swimming against the tide, trying so hard to be the old you, with the old Charles. But this mourning of your relationship was happening inside of you for months now.

You had to let go. 

Charles was 47 minutes late when you paid for the wine and got up, grabbed your coat and left.

You were waiting for the valet to bring your car, when Charles finally showed up, quickly talking to the other valet. Your boyfriend was flushed in the face and had very obviously rushed there. It took him a second to notice you standing outside.

“Amour! What are you-” he paused, seeing the quietness in your face and the lit up cigarette between your fingers, “why are you smoking?”

“That’s the first thing you tell me?!” You scoffed. He finally noticed that you were waiting, dressed in your coat.

“Are you leaving?” He asked, confused.

“Yes, my boyfriend stood me up, can you believe that?!” You said, sarcastically.

“But I’m here, amour. Admittedly, a little late but-” he tried to say.

“Nuh-uh,” you shook your head, with a smirk, “my boyfriend was late. My ex-boyfriend is here.”

“Amour, no, please just-”

“Save it, Charles. It’s time to let go,” you said and briefly thanked the valet as he brought your car out, “I’ll go to your flat tomorrow, pick my stuff and leave the keys.”

“Please, don’t do this. Don’t do this to us,” Charles was teary eyed but you were unmoved. You quietly took a drag, then turned your face to puff the smoke to the other side.

“Us is done for a long time, and I’ve been trying to save it for a while but I’m tired now.”

“Can we talk? Tomorrow?”

“You won’t be here tomorrow, Charles. You’ll probably be doing any of the hundred things that are more important than your girlfriend,” you got into the car and drove away. Charles could see you didn’t want to talk, and maybe it was better to let you cool off for a moment.

He couldn’t believe how cold and detached you were being, the nonchalance in your tone, the finality of it all. Yes, he had messed up a few times, but not to the point of losing you. Right?

You ignored his messages and calls as you spent the next 24 hours in a hotel, only leaving to go to work and back. You had told Charles you were going to pick up your stuff, but you decided to do that two days later, when you knew he wouldn’t be there, traveling for his sponsor's commitments.

But when you got there, Charles was there, looking like he had barely slept.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in Italy?” You asked, bringing a couple of cardboard boxes inside.

“I canceled. Was waiting for you.” He said, low.

You felt like the lump in your throat was going to suffocate you any moment, because that’s what you wanted. You wanted him to put you first once, to care for your career a little bit, to make you a priority. But you wanted that earlier.

“You didn’t need to,” you said and swallowed, starting to pick up your books from the bookshelf, placing them in the box.

“You’re what matters the most,” he said, walking up to you.

“Bit late for that, Charles,” you scoffed. You couldn’t help but feel angry and act petty when you had been begging for his attention for almost a year now.

“Please, talk to me, Amour. Tell me.” He begged, taking your hands from the books, pulling you to pay attention to him. You snapped, pulling your hands from his.

“Did you cheat on me?” You asked, suddenly, because the possibility had been roaming your mind for a while now. It would certainly explain his distance, his misplaced priorities.

“What? What kind of question is that?” He looked so offended.

“Yes or no, Charles. It’s a simple question.”

“No, I would never cheat on you!”

You sighed. Old you would’ve believed him. Present you… weren’t sure. But then, it didn’t matter if he did it or not, anyway you broke up already.

“Talk to me!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say!” You shouted, taking a step back.

“What is going on! What you are feeling! Why are you leaving me?!” He was just as loud.

“Our relationship has been ending for a while now, are you fucking blind?! I’m alone in this! I love you alone. I cherish you alone. I fucking try alone! You don’t have the time for us, and you don’t even try to pay attention to me! You forgot me in the paddock a month ago, and you didn’t even know because you never asked! You missed the gala where I got a promotion, my greatest accomplishment! You missed our anniversary celebration! And when you promised to make it up to me, you stood me up! I’m tired, I feel like you’re suffocating us to death with your bare hands!”

“I didn’t realize you we-”

“Of course, you didn’t! You only care about yourself, Charles.”

“I take responsibility for my actions, yes. I’m so sorry I made you go through all that! But I can fix it!” He said, pleading.

“I don’t believe you anymore,” you said, voice soft and sad, “Who says I won’t get my hopes high only to be met with disappointment again later on?”

“I’m saying!”

“You’ve said that before, I’ll make it up to you, It won’t happen again, We’ll reschedule, I’m done with your excuses, Charles.”

“You don’t love me anymore? Is that it?”

“Stop, Charles. You’re being unfair.” 

“Yes or no?” He pressed further.

“I don’t know!” You shouted, exasperated, “I don’t know. My love took many hits over this year.”

“So this is it?” Charles opened his arms, flailing them around, “we’re done?”

“Yes. It’s for the best,” You finally said. Weirdly, you probably made peace with the fact your relationship was ending when you were crying alone in Positano.

It washed you with a surprising sense of relief, like a weight lifted from your shoulders. You probably had been emotionally checking out for a while. His absences and the coldness had been taking such a toll on you and your mental health, that the prospect of not having to deal with it anymore made you feel at peace.

That, or you were still numb after a rollercoaster of emotions.

“No, I don’t want it, I love you. So much.” he shook his head, tears streaming down his face.

A tiny part of you still wanted to comfort him, to hug him and say he’d be fine in the end. But nobody offered you the same kindness. Charles would have friends and family supporting him. You couldn’t do that. Not when he had caused you so much pain, constantly.

“I’ll, um-” you paused, putting the books back, “I’ll go. I can come back another time, when you’re not home. It will be better this way.”

You started walking to the door, but Charles intercepted you, blocking your path. His eyes were red, cheeks wet, and he looked absolutely hopeless.

“Please, let me try! Is there something I can do to change your mind?” He begged.

“No,” you dodged him, going to the door.

You left, without looking back. And despite the pain of ending something that at some point was so beautiful and such a source of happiness, the day was sunny and beautiful, and something in the way it warmed your face told you that you’d be alright.

NOTE: I'm considering writing part 2 with reader moving on, and as I'm feeling petty, I want her to move on to another driver, teehee. Opinions on which driver?

[semperamans]

danny is so in love with you n'gets a little weird about it!!! this is insane!!!

danny bein' pathetically obsessed with you :'(

danny who knows you're off limits, but he still can't help but think about you when he's in bed an' he can't sleep because you said hi to him a couple of hours ago and he's just supposed to act normal after that? :'(

danny who quietly watches the way benny n'johnny love on ya n'takes notes just in case he ever gets an opportunity. you like your jaw cupped when you're kissed - he could do that. you like rubbin' your face against the scruff of johnny's neck - danny could try growin' his out :'( he's not all that tall, but he bought these new boots with heels! you like tall boys, don't you? :'( and no, he's not the biggest guy around, but he's been eatin' all his meat and potatoes to bulk up - you'd like that, wouldn't you? :'(

danny who "accidentally" walked in on you throatin' benny the other night n'hasn't been able to think of anything since. he's perpetually hard :'( he's jerked his cock so much that it hurts - hurts so bad - but he can't help but pathetically fuck his fist over and over while he thinks of everything your pretty mouth can do :'( how you can smile n'how your laugh escapes your lips often too quickly for you to catch and how your cheeks hollow as you suck :'( danny swears he didn't know someone could look so pretty with tears and snot dribblin' down their face until he saw you wrapped around benny and oh god, he's gonna cum again.

danny who secretly carries a picture of you in his wallet :'( when he goes to new york for a photography program n'his roommates ask him who you are he lies through his goddamn teeth. "s'my girl." he tells 'em with a shrug as if it's not a big deal when it would very much be the biggest deal if you loved him. he's a fucking liar, but it really helps, he thinks. it eases the pain of the truth just a bit when he tells the guys about when the two of ya started dating - "summer a'last year. yeah, met 'er at this bar" - n'how you were each others' firsts - "first everythin', y'know? special shit. sharin' such a fragile thing like that." - oh, and how much your daddy loves 'em - "the old man n'i go fishin' from time to time. he's just waitin' for the day i propose" - and ugh he loves this life he has created!!! it's so good!!!

danny who comes back to chicago and you're... pregnant? he's happy! of course he is because, my god, you're glowin' and all the guys are overjoyed and danny definitely doesn't cry himself to sleep that night!!! no!!! that's weird!!! he'd never!!! and he'd certainly not fool himself into thinkin' that's his baby!!! that you're full of him!!! he would simply never do a thing like that!!!!

"yeah, we're due in february." lights from times square illuminate his smile.

"wow! congrats, danny boy!"

danny who is not crazy! he just loves you n'that little one growin' in your tummy. and, you know, even if he were a little crazy, that would be just fine, right? s'not like he'd ever let you know the depth of his affections an' johnny n'benny would surely kill 'em over it, so he just lives his life fuckin' infatuated with you. he lives a fuckin' lie because it's better to do that than to not have you at all.

[liz-on-leash]

Did you know?

The 4th idol on your Tumblr Dashboard once stopped to help a homeless person, who then pulled them into an alleyway where they and a couple friends had fun using them.

I started this with Chaewon before I had to go and came back. The idol on my dashboard changed to someone else but I figured continuing with Chaewon would be better.

T/W: anal rape and nasty stuff.

Chaewon's nightly run through the city streets was a routine she cherished, a moment of solitude in her otherwise busy life. But tonight, as she approached a dimly lit alley, a figure emerged from the shadows, huddled and hunched over. Her kind heart couldn't ignore the apparent distress.

"Are you okay?" she asked, slowing to a stop, her breath forming clouds in the chilly air. The figure, a man with ragged clothes and unkempt hair, looked up, his eyes wild and desperate. "Please... just a little help..." he rasped.

Chaewon's empathy took over, and she reached into her pocket to retrieve her wallet. But as she did, the man's hand shot out, gripping her wrist with surprising strength. Alarm flashed across her face. "Hey! Let go!" she cried, attempting to pull free.

Before she could react further, two more figures emerged from the darkness, blocking her escape. "What the...?" She tried to back away, but they had her surrounded.

One of the men, tall and muscular, grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. "You're gonna be a good little runner for us tonight, sweetheart," he growled, his hot breath on her face. Chaewon kicked and struggled, her eyes wide with fear. "Let me go, you bastards!"

They dragged her deeper into the alley, the rough ground scraping her knees and elbows. The homeless man she had tried to help now stood, revealing a sinister smile. "You'll learn not to trust anyone, bitch," he hissed.

Ripping her running tights with a sharp knife, they exposed her slender thighs and firm ass. Chaewon's screams echoed off the alley walls, attracting no help, only the caws of distant crows. One of the men forced his thick, calloused fingers into her mouth, muffling her cries as he pinched her nose, cutting off her air supply.

"P-Please- I can't..." she begged, tears streaming down her face as she nodded, desperate for oxygen. They released her nose, and she gasped for breath, coughing violently.

Without further delay, they flipped her over, pressing her face into the filthy pavement, still wet from the evening's rain. The cold, grimy surface pressed against her cheek, filling her nostrils with the stench of garbage and urine.

The man with the knife stepped forward, his erection straining against his dirty pants. "You're gonna take this up the ass, bitch," he spat, grabbing her hips and positioning himself at her tight, quivering hole.

Chaewon's body tensed, and she tried to clench, but he was relentless, spitting on her asshole and forcing his thick cockhead past the resistant ring of muscle.

"Nooo!" she wailed as he penetrated her, stretching her painfully. He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. "You scream, and we'll make it worse, you hear?"

The pain was excruciating as he thrust forward, his cock pushing past her sphincter, making her eyes water. Her body shook uncontrollably, and she bit her lip, drawing blood, trying to stay silent.

Another man stepped forward, his cock already glistening with pre-cum. "My turn for this pretty hole," he said, slapping her bruised cheek with his thick shaft. The homeless man held her down, his weight pressing her face into the mud, making it hard to breathe.

"Please... Stop– it hurts..." she whimpered, her voice hoarse from crying. The second man spat on her abused hole, then lined up his throbbing cock, slamming into her with one powerful stroke. Chaewon's body jerked, and she screamed into the dirt, her ass clenching involuntarily around the invading cock.

"You like that, huh?" he grunted, pounding her mercilessly. She felt his balls slapping against her swollen pussy lips, still covered by the torn remnants of her tights.

The men took turns, each one using her ass with increasing savagery. Chaewon's cries turned to sobs, then to whimpers as they showed no mercy, each taking their pleasure from her tight, clenching hole.

As the last man finished, he pulled out with a wet, sucking sound, and Chaewon felt something warm and sticky dribble from her gaping hole. She was left trembling, her body covered in dirt and cum, her asshole throbbing painfully.

One of the men delivered a final kick to her stomach, causing her to curl up, gasping for breath. "Remember, bitch. No one gives a fuck about a kind-hearted slut like you."

They left her there, face down, ass up, her body twitching and convulsing. Chaewon's eyes rolled back as she lost consciousness, her prolapsed asshole leaking yellowish cum. The sound of her weak, pitiful whimpers and the warm trickle of her piss mixing with the dirt beneath her marked the end of her horrific ordeal.

[fayesia]

Hello, I hope this doesn't bother you but I had an idea for mike schmidt. Imagine him and the reader are fighting and the reader leaves him. Ever since the reader left him he starts to loose his mind cause he needs the reader to function. Abby notices her brother's situation so she makes it her mission to get him and the reader back together.

Short and Sweet — mike schmidt x reader

a/n: Hiii ofc u r not bothering me! Thank you for the request, congrats you’re the first one so i’m very much appreciative!!! I hope i did justice to your idea, again i’m kind of new to all of this but hopefully you like it :D

“god your so selfish do you even think before you act!!”

You can feel the eyes of people passing by as they return to their cars and pack away their shopping. Except you don’t care, not when this is the third time Mike has forgotten to pick Abby up from school.

“come on at least say something!”

“GODDAMNIT, i’m sorry ok!!”

“well sorry’s not enough Mike! Because when i get home from work and she comes running into my arms having already had a bad day at school it’s on you for making it worse” you exclaim back to him slamming the car door shut.

He does the same, quickly started the engine and driving with rough movements.

“oh yeah, now what? you’re gonna get us both in a car crash, leave your sister alone again-“

“oh my god ENOUGH OK shut up!!”

You fumble with your fingers looking out the window, not in sadness or fear but rather an immense amount of anger. You knew that your emotions would take over your response and you were not going to cry in front of Mike as if what he said effected you.

He parks in the driveway, opens the trunk to collect the groceries and rushes through the front door. You follow after him entering the bedroom and collecting all your things from the closet and bathroom. carrying your duffel bag, you make your way retrieving any items left around the house. Your wallet, keys, shoes and a picture of you and abby are collected as you leave back outside to your car parked across the road.

Sitting down in the drivers seat you stare blankly ahead slowly lowering your head to rest against the steering wheel, soft crys quickly turning into loud sobs that rack through your body. They continue until you reach your apartment, gloomily walking into the place you haven’t been in for months, having spent most days of the week at Mikes house. This place doesn’t feel homely like his though, rather it’s cold and depressing reflecting how you felt right now, which really wasn’t helping.

You’re pulled away from these thoughts as your phone starts ringing. ‘Abby bear’ flashes on your screen as you clear your throat to remove any hints of you crying.

“Hi Abby what’s up?”

“why did you leave” her shaky voice almost has you in tears again.

“what did mike say honey? i’m not leaving forever i just needed to get some stuff from my place”

“he said you were gonna be gone for awhile but would come back. I think he’s lying though his eyes are all red like he’s been crying and he hasn’t moved from your spot on the couch”.

As you listen to her soft voice explain all of this more tears drop down to your chin.

“i’m sorry abby i just think we need a break from each other i don’t know for how long but its something that needed to happen sooner rather than later. I promise i’ll come by and visit you soon, maybe Friday for this weeks movie night?”

“Yayy ok sounds good”

“i have to go now sweetie but make sure you finish all your homework and then you can relax”

“ok byee y/n love u”

“bye abby bear i love you too”

ending the call, you’re left with a gut wrenching feeling spending the rest of the evening crying yourself to sleep on the couch. pitiful? maybe. but you really needed this and now was the right time.

While you spent hours sleeping the pain away, Mike was basically doing the same thing. Abby walked up to him handing him a tub of ice cream “i heard from a movie that eating ice cream makes you less sad after a breakup”

“that’s not true Abby”

her face drops a little at this, Mike quickly trying to cover up his mistake.

“but thank you, why don’t we both eat ice cream and watch a movie”

“ok!!” she settles herself next to him, cuddling into his side with blankets strewn across their laps.

Abby was not very knowledgeable about breakups, only being ten years old herself, and the most she experienced in the romance department was having a crush on the fastest runner in her class.

She did know however that the way Mike was acting was not healthy for him. He spent hours on the couch or in bed, barely eating and if he wasn’t doing that then he would be at work or picking Abby up from school, sometimes they would go and get frozen yogurt which Abby loved the most. She just wished you were there with them like before, when the three of you would go together and spend hours having fun at park.

Abby knew she had to do something, anything she could to get things back to the way they were and she knew just the way to do that.

It had been a week since the break up and neither you or mike seemed to be doing to well in Abby’s opinion but she had a plan set up and tonight she was putting it into action.

Mike received a message from you, his eyes widening as he read, “meet at the park 6pm” a short and simple text. Effective too with the way Mike jumped up running to the closet to pull out his nicest shirt and trousers, and then to the bathroom to shower and prepare him for the night to come.

Abby giggled to herself as she heard the commotion from her brother, taking his phone she started phase two of the plan.

‘bzzz’ you flayed your arm around in an attempt to grab your phone, a yelp coming from your throat as you read the message on the screen. A singular sentence from Mike that read, “meet at the park 6pm”. You expected to read more but that seemed to be it. Short and sweet. You layed out a simple long sleeve top and your favourite pair of jeans, readying yourself for an everything shower.

Soon it was 5:55 and both you and Mike climbed up opposite ends of the hill to the park situated right at the top. There in the middle was a bench and that bench was surrounded by rose petals, with a rose bouquet in the middle, and the bench itself was surrounded by mini lights illuminating the area with a gentle yellow tone similar to the sky’s as the sun set. All of this of course was done courtesy of Abby and you were quick to realise when mikes face was filled with shock when stumbling over one of the yellow lamps, it was clear he was not the one who had set this up. However that didn’t matter to you, the feeling of being swept off your feet into Mikes arms instead was all you were thinking about. He pulled you close to his chest whispering how sorry he was over and over again into your hair as your head rested against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. You silently basked in the feeling of his comfort you dearly missed for that lonesome week the two of you spent apart, not quite ready yet to utter the words ‘i forgive you’ and he knew that after all the hateful words he’d said.

Instead you both sat together on the bench looking out at the setting sun, content with each other presence and no words. As nightfall was falling upon the park Mike grabbed your hand “gotta get back now, Abby will be waiting” he brushed your hand with his thumb for awhile almost hesitant to say something as you waited patiently. “do you want to come?” you break out into a smile, “of course, i always want to go with you”, you reply already dragging him by the arm to the directions of his house.

His house which you knew inside had a very nervous ten year old girl who would see you both walk through the door holding hands and celebrate the most out of all of you.

~unedited~

[bunnys-kisses]

brat breaker - toji fushiguro

rating: e (18+) reader: f summary:  “okay daddy, whatever.” you stuck your tongue out at toji a you walked away with the small stack of ¥10,000 bills. a sway in your hips as you blew him off for another shopping spree. toji rolled his eyes as he took another drag of his cigarette, “and where the fuck are you going? you’re supposed to be picking up megumi.” tags: ddlg, brat tamer (breaking), smut, dark themes, power imbalance, threats of pregnancy, spanking, messy/unhealthy relationships, name calling, minor slut shaming, dub-con, age gap (toji is 40s, reader is 20s), degredation, a long one a/n: 😈

  “okay daddy, whatever.” you stuck your tongue out at toji a you walked away with the small stack of ¥10,000 bills. a sway in your hips as you blew him off for another shopping spree. 

toji rolled his eyes as he took another drag of his cigarette, “and where the fuck are you going? you’re supposed to be picking up megumi.”

  “whatever, he can take the bus.” you rolled your eyes as you shoved the bills into your already stuffed wallet. you jumped at the sound of a fist hitting hardwood. you swallowed and looked over your shoulder to see him slam his fist into the side table. 

 “what the fuck do i pay ya for anyway?” he growled as he got up. he approached you with anger and grabbed your jaw. always the one to quick reactions, but then again so are you.

  “to look cute and suck your dick.” you replied like a smart ass. you tried to pull away but toji’s grip was like iron. you glared at him as he wouldn’t let you pull away. 

he scowled at you, raised lip on the side of the scar, “you’re meant to be doin’ things around here. not spendin’ my money like the greedy bitch you are.” 

you rolled your eyes, “what are you going to do about it, toji? i thought your days of being a contract killer were behind you. no more violence in the house.” you spat back in his face.

that made toji see red. he grabbed you by the arm and threw you over the back of the leather couch. you shrieked as your skirt flipped up, exposing your bare ass to him. 

you tried to pull yourself back up, but toji kept you down by your hair. he let go to get off his belt.you heard the unbuckle of leather and metal and swallowed. 

  “another word, and your ass will be purple.” he growled. 

the brat not leaving you, you rolled your eyes, “whatever, gojo would never do this to me. when i was with him, he spoiled me.” he also lost you in a round of cards to toji.

toji grit his teeth, winded back his arm and laid the leather down on your bare skin. the smack caused you to lurch forward and let out a pained shriek. 

toji now rolled his eyes at your dramatics, “oh, now you’re gonna cry about it? such a stupid bitch. i give you everything and yet you never know when to shut. the. fuck. up.” he landed another smack and your ass bruised further. 

  “you’re so mean, daddy!”

  “don’t make me choke you.” he landed another slap across your ass with the fine italian leather. then another. then another. giving you little time to register the searing pain across your backside. 

you were a greedy whore with no brains to achieve anything. you were a leech on toji’s finances. you were a whiny cry baby who could dish it out but not take it. those stupid little tears every time fucked you ‘too hard’ or when he didn’t give you a big enough stack of cash. stupid little crybaby, maybe he should just sell to the next idiot who will take you. maybe gojo had the right idea putting you on the table at cards. get rid of you sooner. fucking stupid greedy slut. 

he continued to rain down slaps across your ass until the skin almost broke and deep bruises lined the curve of your ass. he yanked your head back to look at him as he loomed over you, “done being a brat?”

  “done being a bitch?” you asked mockingly, “i thought i had to pick up your son.” but you were met by your head being pulled back further. 

  “i could kill you and no one would miss you.” he snapped before letting you go. he felt his cock harden in his jeans as he tried to simmer down. there were always high emotions in the fushiguro household. you and toji were two firecrackers who set each other off. it was deeply flawed, but you’ll take any bruises if that means a nice stack of apology cash at your bedside the next morning. 

  “you would.” you said, “no one else could even look at you. let alone fuck you, your balls would shrivel up and die if I wasn’t riding them.” you tried to get up from the back of the couch as you ass stung. you placed a tender hand on your burning cheek and groaned. 

toji’s jaw tensed, “upstairs.” he said, “now. slut.” 

  “make me, bitch.” you spat back. and before you knew it, you were being dragged by your arm upstairs to the bedroom. you tried to fight back but it was useless against a solid mass like toji.

you were thrown into the bedroom, his bruising grip making your ass look pretty in comparison. you were then cornered against the bed and eventually sat down on it. your skirt riding up to reveal more of your soft thighs. 

and the smallest tattoo right by the curve of your pussy ‘f.t’ fushiguro toji.

he licked his lips at the sight, maybe he didn’t want to get rid of you. be a bitch to tattoo over that. plus, he liked the sight of you in that moment. your breasts popping out of your blouse, your skirt rolled up, his bruises on your body. 

  “we’re getting further away from picking up your brat.” you said in a sing-song voice as you spread your legs to expose more of your puss to him. 

  “yeah well.” he said, his voice almost soft. he unzipped his blue jeans, “why don’t i just give you another brat?” his voice like smoke from a bonfire, all consuming and suffocating. you could choke from it.

  “what?” you asked, your body tensed up. usually he just choked and spanked you until you were a sobbing mess, then let you ride his thick thigh until you stopped crying and started moaning. 

  “that’s right, baby girl. i should just knock you up. enough trying to punish you when you can learn from responsibility from having a baby. megumi is in need for a little sister.” he zipped his pants down, “so why don’t you be a good girl and give him one?”

your eyes were wide in worry, “what are you fucking talking about, toji?”

  “c’mon, angel.” he said, “stop being a dumb whore, settle with me.” the corners of his mouth lifted, “become a mama to my little brats.” as he got closer to you.

you pushed yourself further up the bed, “no, no, no. i can’t get pregnant, i haven’t even finished college!”

  “whatever, lots of mamas do it all. i’d actually prefer you with a son, carrying around a brat that looks exactly like me. everyone would know.” his voice was a grumble as he got onto the bed and took of his shirt, exposing his toned, strong body.

while usually they enticed you, in that moment you were terrified. you swallowed down fear and the urge to throw up. you weren’t becoming pregnant, let alone with toji’s kid!

you could smell the alcohol and the cigarettes on him. the smell made you gag as fear crept up you throat. the fear made you want to cry as he approached. he loomed over you like a dark cloud.

  “c’mon, angel. let me make you a mama. with big milky tits and a round belly. no more crop tops for you when you start sporting a bump.” he purred, leaning in to nibble your ear.

  “toji, please. i’m sorry.” you squeaked. 

  “what’s really stopping me?” he asked, “i take what’s mine, and your pussy belongs to me.” he pressed his body up against yours, “what’s stopping me from making you my new bride. my baby mama.” 

  “toji.” you said softly. 

he saw the fear in your eyes. the helplessness you felt as he pressed himself up against you. you were so little and fragile next to him. he could break you. he could breed you. but he had little interest in more brats. 

he pulled away and laughed darkly, “like i’d ever take you as a wife. let alone drain me of more money with child support. get that look off your face. i’m not breedin’ you.” 

your expression dropped and you angrily pushed at his chest, “you fucking bastard, fushiguro! i’m going to kill you.”

  “how about i fuck you then, angel. don’t worry, no babies are coming out of your cunt. i just want to make you scream.” he purred as he started to tug at your skirt to get it off. 

you huffed at him, “you owe me for scaring me like that!” and crossed your arms which only gave toji a better look at your breasts.

  “don’t worry, angel. i’ll take you to that fancy chocolate store you love.” he pushed back your hair and kissed you on the forehead. an almost tender act if it wasn’t for the bruising on your body from his punishment, “daddy’s got you.” then tugged off the shirt the the blouse. 

you were his baby girl, even if you drove him wild. he adored you, loved you even. not he would say anything about that. he spoiled you rotten in every sense of the word. he’d kill for you. buy your love. spank you until you were a good girl, he wanted to shower you in kisses but also put out his cigarettes on your skin, scarring you as his. 

your took of your bra and toji flicked your nipple before pulling you into a deep kiss. his hand held you by the throat, not choking you but keeping you in your place. lips connected to his. 

now both naked, toji then palmed your breasts in his large hands. then left large, dark bites on your chest. no low cut shirts for a few weeks now. his bite were bruising, almost black. 

  “you’re mine, got it? no escaping me.” he squeezed your left nipple and pulled slightly, “i own your life. you’d probably be whoring yourself out if i wasn’t making you my personal whore. so never forget that.” 

you got your brat flame relit by his words, “well you’re a disgusting old man who likes to fuck girls half your age. no wonder you can’t pick up megumi, you’re probably not allowed near the high school.” 

he gripped your by the hair and put you on your stomach with your ass in the air. he gave your sore ass a hard spank while made you whine before he leaned over to the bedside table to grab a condom. 

He put it on, crumbled up the wrapper and threw it over his head to be picked up later. he pulled your pussy lip to the side with his thumb, seeing the wetness accumulating, shiny in the bedroom light.

  “such a whore, getting off to being used like this. you make me sick.” he growled before he shoved his entire length into you. the bed creaked forward and you let out a pained noise.

  “only for you, daddy.” you whined as you felt your cervix in your throat by how deep he was inside of you. he had a breeder’s cock and he knew how to use it. the bed creaked once more as he started to pick up the pace.

his cock bullied your pussy and made your eyes dip behind your head in pleasure as he fucked you from behind like the dirty little slut you were. 

you moaned as he moved inside of you, thrusting in and out. you could hear his breath becoming ragged as he fucked you. you cried out, “daddy! daddy! ah!” as you breathed heavily into the pillows. 

the squelching of your fucking along with heaving breathing filled the air. toji’s hard moans and your sweet sounds as the bed creaked. the slapping of bodies together in what people on the outside would describe as hate fucking. but you called it love. 

  “done being a brat?” he asked, “done driving me up the wall all the time? ready to be a good girl?” his voice was strained and harsh. hips slapping against your ass with each hard thrust. 

  “yes, daddy. yes! yes! yes!” you screamed. your body shook with each hard thrust. you really didn’t mean it. something would set you off again and you’d become a full brat again. this was a temporary fix. but some habits never die. 

he groped your ass as he continued to push his cock as deep as he could inside of you. he loved when you were soft like this. calling him daddy, not acting out. as tender as a lamb. and toji was the big bad wolf. 

he pushed you up against the headboard and fucked you until your head was hitting the wood. maybe he’d knock some sense into you. squished your body as he pulverized your abused pussy. 

  “yeah, i like this baby. see you always get what you really want when you behave. daddy will spoil you as long as your his little cock sucking queen.” his voice was in your ear as you felt the tightness of pleasure in your throat. 

it wasn’t long before you were burying your head back into the pillows and screaming as you came on his cock. you were wrapped up in pleasure you didn’t know what to do with yourself. you gripped onto the grey covers of the bed and choked out a moan as your walls clamped around toji’s cock. 

  “fuck.” he growled as your orgasm made him want more. he rolled back with you still in his lap. you were reverse cow girl. you stopped for a moment as you were perched on his cock. he snapped, “keep goin’, baby girl.” then slapped your ass that was facing him. 

you used his strong thighs for support as you rode his cock. your ass in his face and your wet pussy consuming his cock with each hard thrust. you threw your head back. you loudly moaning and panting as you moved your hips.

toji placed his large hands on your hips and forced you harder down on his cock with each thrust. the stretch made you shudder which only encouraged him. the sounds became sloppier. toji admired the growing bruises on your ass as it jiggled. 

you felt another orgasm come over you, which halted your pace to catch your breath. which only made toji pick up the slap and shove you up and down on his cock. the loud moans echoed the room. 

  “ah! ah! daddy!” you called out, your voice almost caught in your throat. 

  “that’s it angel, take daddy’s cock like a champ. see i knew you could be a good girl. keep it up.” his light praise was like honey to your ears, and only made you more wet.

maybe toji was obsessed with you. he never did anything normally, including being involved with another person. he couldn’t love you normally, so you were his baby girl. the one he spanked, choked and threaten to impregnate. 

with one more hard thrust, he finished inside of you. he slammed you onto his hips and pushed himself as deep as he could. he finished in the condom. he dropped his head onto the bed as he let go of your hips. 

you rolled off of him and panted wildly as you tried to gasp for air in the heavy room. you felt sticky all over as calmed down. and in a moment of tenderness, toji pulled you into a back hug and held you. 

he whispered in your ear, “daddy will make up for all the damage. like he always does.”

you rolled over in his arms and kissed him on the lips. your kiss was sloppy and full of want. you rubbed your slick thighs together as you two settled down. but your brief moment of tenderness after the storm was put on pause by the sound of the front door being slammed.

megumi must’ve taken the bus home. 

[suuuupernovaaa]

Not This Again | Hobie Brown x f!reader

Whatever it may say about me, my first thought when someone grabs me by my backpack strap, violently jerking me backwards towards the ground, is 'shit, not this again'.

With a thud, my head hits the pavement, and I roll over onto my side, reaching my arms up, groaning as stars dance in front of my eyes.

"Fuck, shit," I hiss. From above, someone is yanking my backpack, trying their hardest to get it off my shoulders, forcing my arms backwards into an uncomfortable position.

I want to say that without the crack to the head, I would leap up, ready to defend myself from whatever asshole idiot is stealing a backpack - so much harder to steal than a purse, I think? - but I'm pretty sure I'd just be handing it over to avoid confrontation.

This fucker could have just asked and looked menacing. I'd probably have handed it over.

Finally, I manage to half roll over when the backpack slips away, and get a glimpse at the backpack-thief. He's tall, slender, and the top half of his face is covered in shadow by a ratty blue ball cap. His lips are thin, cracked, and the hair around his mouth is probably something he proudly calls a beard, but it definitely isn't.

His thin lips curl up in a half smile, half sneer. "Thanks for this."

As he turns, I find solace in the fact that when he gets home, he will find nothing but art supplies in the backpack. My wallet is in my pocket, along with my phone.

It does suck that he took my keys, but there's a spare somewhere.

My head is throbbing as I sit up, and I'm pretty sure I need to go the hospital. I pull my knees to my chest as I take my phone out of my pocket, and shuffle back to press my back against the brick wall of the alley.

He answers on the first ring.

"Kind of," he grunts, and I hear a shuffling of feet and the large bang of something metallic falling to the ground, "busy!"

"Oh. I.. got mugged."

"On my way."

--

He arrives within five minutes, descending nearly silently from above me, startling me when he lands.

"Which way did he go?" he asks, his chest heaving, his voice muffled only slightly by his mask.

"That way," I say and point, "but please don't bother. I think I need to go to the ER. It feels like I might pass out. I hit my head." I reach back, showing him. He runs his hand over my swollen skull.

He looks left to right, and then pulls his mask off, his hair springing free. Reaching out, he runs his thumb over my cheek, just below my eye.

I'm puzzled until I realize he's wiping away a tear.

I'm crying.

"You're okay now, love," he says, leaning forward to bring his face just inches from mine. "I'm here."

My body falls forward, my forehead pressing to the cold leather of his vest, and I take a few deep breaths, in and out, in and out, in and out.

"I can't believe this happened again," I whisper, and I feel his chest shake with a laugh he's trying to stifle.

"Once is usually enough for most people," he replies sarcastically, but I can hear the smile in his voice. "If it happens again, I'm gonna start bringing you with me, everywhere I go."

He brings his fingers up under my chin, tilting my head so I'm forced to meet his gaze with mine.

"Might do that anyway," he says.

"Hobie..." I roll my eyes.

He bends down, and presses a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. The pain in my head momentarily vanishes, and all I can feel are his warm lips on mine, and the pounding in my chest.

He pulls away, and I lean forward, prolonging the kiss for just a few seconds.

"I wanted to do that the first time, but thought it might be... poor taste," Hobie says with a smile when we finally break apart, both smiling.

He stands up and pulls his mask on, and extends a hand to me. Gently, he lifts me into his arms, cradling me.

"I would do anything to keep you safe, Y/N," he says, and I can't see his face, but I can hear how serious he is.

"I know, Hobie," I say, my cheeks burning.

Now, I owe that thin-lipped, tiny-bearded moron something. Without him, when would Hobie have kissed me?

Concussion be damed. This is the best day of my life.

[buckyshoneybunny]

Stings & Kisses

Summary- A Day of yard work takes a painful toll. 

W.C.- 894 

Warnings- Cursing, fluff, Bucky being the best boyfriend, all most panic attack.  

A/N- So I got fucking stung by hornets yesterday trying to do a good thing and weed eat for my grandmother since her daughter was slacking and not doing it. Was home alone and on the verge of a panic attack, had to call my dad to figure out what to fucking do. So I decided to write a drabble of Bucky taking care of reader who gets stung. This is probably trash but I hope you guys like it!!  

You and Bucky had decided to spend the last few weeks of summer break with Sam, Sarah, and the boys. It turned out to be the best part of yours and Bucky’s summer. Hot days out at the dock, shopping trips, waterpark adventures and so much more.  

You were having the time of your life.  

Today was one of the rare days it wasn’t blistering hot. Sarah had decided to take the boys school shopping, you declined her offer of tagging along. Instead, you wanted to tackle the yard, something that had gotten pushed to the side in yalls days of fun. 

After an hour of trying and failing to restring the Weed Eater, choosing to just have Bucky do it, and an extra couple of hours waiting for the batteries you may or may not have forgotten to plug in that morning, to charge. Just after lunch you were finally all set to head out to work.  

Headphones connected, phone and Weed Eater in hand, you leave Bucky and Sam to tackle putting together the two new desks that AJ and Cass insisted they needed. After AJ ‘accidently’ broke it. How do you accidently break a desk? You snickered as you listened to AJ’s lame excuse.    

You’re about half way through, everything was going smoothly. You were currently tackling a spot under a low hanging tree, there had been tall grass and brush. That was when you felt it.  

Stinging, searing pain in your right ass cheek. You didn’t have to see them to know what it was. A split-second after the first sting you drop the Weed Eater and haul ass up to the house. As you run you feel more stings, your whole body feels like it’s burning.  

Once you get a good distance away, you pause, already shaking and panicking. You look down to see one still on your shirt, you yelp and smack it away. You run to the porch, throwing your phone, headphones, and wallet, and strip off your shirt and shorts, neighbors be damned. You were thick enough on the thighs that you could sometimes wear Bucky’s boxers. Left in his boxers and a sports bra you run inside. 

Tears burn your eyes and you gasp and cough, driving yourself to a panic attack. Bucky looks up when the door opens, one look at you and he drops whatever he’s holding. You start to pace the living room, the pain almost unbearable.  

“Y/N? Doll, you okay?” He frantically asks as he walks to you.  

You shake your head, still gasping for breath you walk around him, trying to ‘walk off’ the pain. Sam furrows his eyebrows and studies you; he curses when he realizes what’s going on. 

Bucky reaches for your left elbow trying to stop you.  

“Bucky no! She got-” You yelp when he touches one of the stings. “Stung right there,” Sam finishes on a grumble.  

Bucky’s eyes widen. “Shit baby I need you to calm down, you’re gonna drive yourself to a panic attack if you don’t stop.” He gently cups your face.  

“It h-urts," you cry.  

“I know, baby I know. I need you to calm down and tell me what stung you.” 

“I don’t k-now, I w-was all yellow I think.” 

While Bucky works on calming you down Sam looks out the back door. 

“Hornets!” Sam yells. 

“What?” Bucky calls out.  

“She got stung by hornets,” he says again. Sam makes a paste out of baking soda and water to put on the stings to help draw out the poison.  

Once Bucky gets you calm, albeit you're still shaking and tears in your eyes. He gives you some Benadryl and takes the paste from Sam. He gently puts the paste on and then a band-aid over top to help the paste stay.  

“Shit doll, you got stung at least 10 times.” He mumbles, tongue between his teeth as he works 

“Those fuckers got me in the ass first,” you grumble and pout. Bucky snorts and you flick his nose. “That’s not funny,” you say despite the smile that breaks through.  

“Have you ever been stung by hornets before, doll?” He’s on his knees in front of you, having just finished taking care of all the stings, his hands hold your hips. You shake your head.  

“If you have trouble breathing or swallowing, or feel like you’re swelling up, tell me immediately, okay?” He has that concerned crease in between his eyebrows. You nod and take a deep shaky breath. 

“You okay?” He asks softly and rubs your hips with his thumbs.  

“Yeah,” you sigh and wipe your face.  

“You need anything?” 

“Some Chick-fil-a, kisses, and cuddles.” 

He grins and with a ‘yes my love’ he leaves to fetch your order. Sam goes back to putting the last desk back together while you head to the guest room you and Bucky had been staying in. You kick your shoes off and very carefully crawl under the covers. You put The Rookie on, rewatching a couple of episodes so you don’t watch anything new without Bucky.  

When Bucky gets back, he cuddles and kisses you, you both eat and watch your show. It takes you a good hour after it happened to stop shaking. Later that night you shower and Bucky puts some ointment on them with more band-aids and kisses them all better. 

[strawberrymatchawhore]

stargirl

rafe cameron

“and i shouldnt cry, but i love it”

summary- you are a flight attendant for a private jet company that the cameron family are members of, on their trip to the bahamas. you just so happen to catch rafes eyes, new and fresh. just for him.

warning/s- thief!reader, mile high club, power imbalance, DUBCON, rough sex, choking, manhandling, degrading, black mailing, crying, money hungry reader etc. IF THESE SUBJECTS MAKE U FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE DO NOT READ. THANK YOU. <3 alsooo it would help sm if you guys would comment or request anything in my ask box for more future reads.

you shouldve known it was a mistake to accept this last minute flight, but they promised to pay you extra cash. and obviously you would never say no to that. not that you complained, one person aboard has caught your eye.

rafe cameron

the both of you making side glances at each other for the first 4 hours of the flight, you couldn't help but tease the man. batting your eyes at him, hand on his bicep every time you asked if he needed more drinks or snacks, swinging your hips whenever you went and grabbed what he wanted.

you were standing in the back of the plane, reorganizing and putting stuff away before landing. you sighed putting away the last bag of chips. turning around to leave the room but youre faced with rafe cameron blocking your way.

“excuse me, but youre not supposed to be in here.” you softly said, scratching your arm with one hand. trying to walk past him to leave the room, but he stands still and slides door shut. locking it.

“yeah and youre not supposed to be stealing from me…. are you ?” he leans against the closed door and raises his eyebrow. your breathing becomes labored as you try to find an excuse. you shove your hand inside you skirt pocket and pull out the money you took from his jacket.

“i-im sorry i just really need the money right now, i’ll give it back to you.. here” you grabbed his hand and put it back into his palm, he grabs it and put it in his sweatpants.

“please.. please dont fire me. this is all i have, i need this. im so sorry mr.cameron.” you apologized, staring at him with your doe eyes. he bit his lip, the room is quiet beside the low sniffle sounds of your crying. you have never in your life fucked up this bad, you were scared.

“what, you think after you took money from my own wallet im just gonna take it back and accept your sad ass apology ??” he seethes and backs you up into the counter, he takes your wrists with one hand and pins them on the cabinets. instant pain goes towards your wrists and you yelp surprised by the action.

“nahh baby im gonna take what i want, and then maybe i’ll reconsider firing you.. hows that sound hm ?” his lips centimeters away from your ears, he lowers his head and gently sucks on your neck. he pulls away and smirks when you stare at him with a scared look on your face, wtf was that ?

“you got something to say y/n ? you let one word out and you’ll be sent to jail quicker than that annoying ass pouge kid.” he grabs you and bends you over the counter, roughly pulling down your uniform and panties. you gasp from the coldness of the air hitting your wet pussy.

“wait WAIT PLEASE !!” he lowers himself behind you and puts two fingers inside, your whined at the stretch and moaned even louder when he put his mouth on you and starting licking. it was embarrassing how quickly you gave up.

“shut the fuck up.” he smacks your ass and continues eating you out. he slurps and sucks on your clit, at this point your juices are dripping down your thigh. his fingers curled perfectly inside you, hitting the right spots. you clench around him as you begin to reach your high. this didn’t feel right, it was unprofessional and humiliating. bent over in an airplane, being defiled by a stranger you just met. but then again, this was your fault. whyd you have to steal ?

“f-fuck oh my god, ah- im gonna cum” you whined rutting yourself against his face being for more. he groaned as you squirted in his mouth, licking you clean he rises and roughly grabs your hair by the roots and kisses you deeply. his fingers rubbing your hole, he laughs at how you clench from nothing.

his hands reach your chest and unbuttons your uniform shirt and unhooks your bra, exposing your chest. the cold temperature inside made your nipples harden immediately, rafes big hands massage and grab at your boobs. you stay bent over naked, heavily breathing. anticipating his next move.

you bit your lip when you felt his warm tip teasing your entrance, annoyed when he doesnt put it inside. instead he moves up and down your folds, stimulating your already sensitive clit. you grow antsy and whine pushing your hips onto his. he stops you gripping your waist in a bruising hold.

“what is it ? huh ? you want something you gotta speak up sweetheart.” he mocks, continuing to toy with you. your pussy gets even wetter at his voice.

“put it in rafe, please. fuck me, i need you so bad.. i just need you to touch me.” you beg, letting go of all your good consciousness. squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment.

“thats it baby.” he groans as he slides into you, eventually bottoming out.

“rafe it hurts, you’re too big.” eyes welling up with tears, he filled you up perfectly. he thrusts in and out slowly. forcing you to feel every inch and vein of his cock.

“aw, i know you can take it. just stay down like this and let me do my job.” his hand pushes down on your lower back, pinning you to the counter.

he leans over you and grabs your face, shoving his fingers into your slightly open mouth. your finger tips turning white from how hard you were gripping the sink. he was fucking you so good, hips harshly snapping into yours. the pit in your stomach growing wider and wider. at this point it was hard to suppress your moans.

“shh shh shh, stay quiet. we dont want people coming in here and see you bent over and getting fucked like a dumb whore. do we ?” he says into your ear, removing his fingers he slaps you and wraps his hand around your neck.

“n-no” you sob, and you know you shouldn’t be but now its getting to you, eating you up.

“fuckkkk, yeah keep crying f’me. it’ll only make me go harder.” he lets go of your neck and grabs both of you arms. holding them behind your back, his tip hitting your cervix each thrust.

“oh g- feels so good plea-ese” you ramble, he laughs at how fucked out you sound. he holds your wrists together with one hand and uses the other to feel the bulge of your stomach whenever he rams into you. you bit your lower lip as fireworks exploded inside you, eyes rolling back from the continuation of his thrusts. he lowly moans and grinds his hips into you, cumming deeply inside you. he pulls out and outs his clothes back on, only bothering to pull your panties up for you.

he grabs the money you stole from him out of his pocket and stuff in in your panties and pats your ass.

“thank you for your services.” he jokes and unlocks the door, closing it once hes out. leaving you to your thoughts.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Crying in tears at the thought Hobie yelling me I have good hair or he likes my hair

Cause I've never been told that at all ever in my life.

[Me screaming Hobie Brown and hair representation again]

I have really coarse, thick 4C hair. It's hard to the touch, and very coily, and always tangled. Even getting an afro takes hours of picking it out and detangle it which is PAINFUL

And like, I just accepted that I don't have 'hair' like everyone else. I can't style it or throw it up or wear it down or anything my hair is just THERE

Even since I was in middle school I just felt like I had 'bad hair' and in high school I stopped getting perms then shaved it off a year after that. And have never grown it out after unless it was to get braids or extensions installed.

No one has every told me they like my natural hair or that it looks nice like in it's peasy everyday form. I only get compliments if I've done literal hours of painful work

But I'm getting locs REALLY soon because of Hobie and like..

Just imagining him taking me he likes my hair and that I have good hair that I can do so much with

And him giving me loc tips 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭

I need that SO BAD

Hobie picking his fingers through my hard-ass hair and telling me how nice it's gonna loc up and how punk my dreads are gonna loc up

IMMA CRY IMMA REALLY CRY

I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIS HAIR AND I LOVE MY HAIR TOO BECAUSE OF HIM AHHHHHHU

Never in my life have a seen a character with my hair texture - like hair that straight up DOESN'T MOVE. AT ALL.

Even Miles is like a solid 4a-4b

But Hobies hair is big and natural and he doesn't give a fuck about parting it or detangling it or doing hot oil treatments and endless Shea Moisture products that empty his wallet or laying his edges or buying pink cream and AHHHHHHHHHH

He just lets it grow and locs it up and keeps it clean and LET'S IT BE. Like EVERYONE ELSE ON EARTH FUCK

THAT'S ALL I EVER FUCKING WANTED IN LIFE MY GOOOOODDDDDDD

All I want is him to tell me that he finds my hair beatiful and healthly and that my hair is good and actually have like,,, things he likes about it. Hobie telling me how impressive my coil pattern is or IDK SOMETHING.

And not even in a sympathetic comforting way but like in a genuine casual way that he really means cause I've never had that ever

Never have I ever had someone tell me I have good hair genes and mean it and I NEED THAT FROM HOBIE BROWN!!!!

ONLY HE CAN'T TOUCH MY HAIR!!!!!!!!!

I- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

I can't go on. I have finally succumb to my Hobie brainrot, bring the hearse around I cannot be saved

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Not sure if you've seen it but could you please do a Graves siblings x Denji from Chainsaw Man style reader?

I’ve never seen Chainsaw Man, not an anime guy- but reading up the Wiki gave me some idea

Andrew and Ashley Graves x Denji Style!Reader

It’s been said many times your impulsivity and general unawareness would be your downfall

Mostly by old farts who think of you as nothing but street trash

It’s not your fault you never finished high school. Not your fault you never socialized properly as a child.

They can fuck off for all you care

But in this moment…you hated how right they were

Your breathing was staggered, air becoming a commodity as you felt blood fill your lungs. Your body curled up into itself, clutching your stomach. Everything hurt. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to be alive.

Footsteps became distant, leaving you in this cold- trash ridden alley, the pricks taking your wallet- and dignity- with them. Not like they’d find much, you had about 20 bucks to your name. They’ll be back for more eventually.

Most kids got their father’s eyes, some their noses- not you. No. Your father oh so graciously left you with his debt to the fucking mob! Asshole thought putting a new hole in his head would get him out of it, and it did- but all that fell on to you. You swore that as your swollen ear was pressed to the concrete, you could hear the prick laughing from hell.

You were gonna die here. You knew that. At least then the debt will finally be gone, you don’t have a kid to pass it along to and you’re an only child. Maybe they’ll track down your mother?….

You groan in pain, though it’s a pitiful attempt to call for help. No one will come find you. They’ll probably think you’re just some homeless person wallowing in their misery.

You tried to open your eyes, but unfortunately they were both too swollen to accomplish that. Tears pricked the corners and fell down your cheeks- causing you to hiss in pain. It hurt too much to cry, but you couldn’t help but sob as breathing became harder and harder. Your throat swelled in pain, you couldn’t swallow down the blood filling it.

Air slowly left your body as you drifted into unconsciousness….the last thing you remember feeling was a hand on your arm.

By all accounts, you should be dead

You wish you were dead

But god is a sick fuck who kicks around their most pathetic toys for entertainment

And you’re one of his pathetic toys

You slowly came too, the feeling of trash bags no longer cushioning you- but rather an actual cushion.

It smelled of cigarettes, but it was honestly preferred over wet garbage

Your body felt sore, but significantly less bloody

In fact….you were patched up

Poorly, some bandages were loose and some were way too tight- but it was better than exposed wounds that could get infected

You attempted to lift yourself to a sitting position, but the pain was unbearable. Along with that, any motions you continued to make were interrupted by two voices,

“Oh hey- woulda look at that. A zombie.”

“Oh my god!”

You couldn’t even register what was happening before you felt someone at your side. Helping you up was a guy, around your age you estimated, with messy black hair and striking green eyes. He struggled to hold you up and grab a pillow, so he narrowed his eyes over the back of the couch.

“Give me a hand would ya!” It wasn’t so much of a question as a demand.

“God! Alright alright, hang on.”

Shuffling noises became closer, but it was all behind you and it hurt to try and turn to inspect. From what you could hear though, the voice sounded more feminine and significantly more chill about this situation than the guy.

Speaking of which, the guy carefully lowered you on to some pillows, a couple throw ones from the dingy couch and one more fit for a bed. You got a better look at the owner of the feminine voice.

She was shorter than the guy, same messy black hair- only this time tied back into a ponytail. Her eyes were a soft shade of pink. She stared at you unamused while the guy hovered over you worriedly. It made you anxious. What sucked even more was you didn’t know who these people were, and why you were here! Last you remembered you were dying in an alley! The fuck?!

“Oh shit- uhm-“ the guy bit down on his finger to think, “Fuck what do we do?”

“Beats me,” the woman shrugged, “It was your idea to bring them here.”

“THE FUCK IT WAS”

You flinched at the sudden change of tone.

He pointed a finger at the woman, who stood unphased still, “You are not putting this on me- not again! You had the bright idea of using them for—“ he paused, suddenly remembering your presence. If you weren’t so out of it you would’ve said something, but instead he grabbed the woman by her wrist and led her into the bathroom with her protesting the entire way.

Finally, with your changed seating position and privacy, you could examine where the hell you were. Taking a look around at the peeling wallpaper, stained carpet, and two dingy beds (one surprisingly made despite there being two occupants)- you deduced it was a motel. A motel with very thin walls that allowed you to vaguely pick up on the two’s hushed conversation….

“….lets just ditch them.”

“No! We can’t do that…..might go to the police.”

“Maybe not….they looked like a bum.”

“Ashley!”

“Well? Am I wrong?”

The rest was a back and forth of deciding your fate while you sat by, twiddling your thumbs….or you would if you could move your arms. At least you learned the name of one of your saviors….or captors in this case.

Moments later, the guy and Ashley exited the bathroom- standing before you, one significantly more tense than the other.

“Uhm- sooooo, hi.” The guy started.

“Hey…” your voice was still strained from pain, “Look I heard you two in the bathroom….I won’t tell the cops anything.”

“Yeah, cause you’re not leaving.”

Crickets. You couldn’t believe your ears.

“I….” You blinked, “I’m what?”

“See- here’s the thing,” Ashley strode forward, ignoring the guy’s protest, “You’ve seen our faces, and thanks to these thin ass walls you know my name at least. His is Andrew by the way—“

“Ashley!”

“What? I’m not going down alone!” She retorted before turning to you again, “So, you can’t leave.” She sounded a little disappointed.

You blinked, still processing all of this. Did you just get kidnapped?? You took in the figured of your captors, their body languages vastly different. But…in some sick way….this benefited you.

The mob thinks you’re dead. You can’t just walk free now, not in case one of their members finds you alive and reports it back to their boss. And these guys are already on the run from what it seems…

You can work with this.

Andrew Graves

The more comfortable you became to this situation- the more it was apparent you and Ashley were tiring Andrew out

He had grown used to his sister’s impulsivity, but your own was new territory to him

Also a new source of gray hairs…

Honestly, you assumed he hated you

But….despite what he says- you believed Ashley when she told you that bringing you along was his idea

Things still felt tense, just the two of you

And you’re still not entirely convinced he enjoys having you around

But that just made the moments where your brazen antics made him laugh all the more enjoyable

To an extent, Andrew was patient with you

He took care of a lot of the social and book smarts stuff, areas you lacked in

It felt nice having someone take care of it, instead of chastising you to do better

Andrew stared at you in quiet disgust, his elbow rested on the diner’s table. In your run, the three of you decided to stop at this diner to eat. The place was littered with 50’s memorabilia- neon signs, a jukebox, obnoxiously plush booths to sit in. Great if you ignore literally everything about the 50’s!

You had settled next to Andrew, sitting closest to the wall while he took then end. Ashley had seated across from you two, but she had since gone to the bathroom, leaving just you two.

Seated on the table in front of you was an array of sauces, each opened for you to dip your fries into. The concoction of sauces were a mess on your shirt, face, and hands- something Andrew visibly recoiled at.

Andrew scoffed, “Y/N-“ you looked up, “C’mere.”

Reaching over you, Andrew grabbed a napkin and dabbed at the sauce on your face- to which you squirmed at irritably. Andrew narrowed his eyes.

“Hold still!” He became a little more aggressive with his cleaning, “God- has anyone ever taught you how to clean yourself!”

You decided to fight back in the only way you could think of, and that was by throwing a sauce covered fry at Andrew. You both paused as the projectile stuck to his sweater before it pathetically peeled on and on to the floor below you two. You blinked. Andrew blinked, then grabbed a fry, and threw it back at your face.

What followed was an in booth fight of several things being thrown: sauces, food, punches- ending with Andrew getting you in a headlock.

“Say it!”

“Never!”

“Fucking say it!” Andrew tightened the headlock as you flailed about.

You wheezed, “Ah! Asshole I can’t breathe!” You tried to pry his arm away, “Fine! Uncle! Uncle!”

With that, he released you- leaving you wheezing as you scooted away. He had that smug grin on his face though, a grin of victory. You flipped him off.

“Dick.” You muttered.

Andrew grabbed a napkin and began cleaning himself off, “You started it friend, I finished it.” He turned to you, pushing his basket of untouched fries to you, “Here. Most of yours are on the floor.”

You looked at him, tentatively reaching your hand for the basket before quickly pulling it to your side- feasting on them like a rabid raccoon. Andrew no longer watched in disgust, but a strange fondness in his eyes.

Ashley Graves

Maybe part of the reason Ashley kept you around was because you went along with her ideas

They were about the same thought process you had, so why not

You two always beat Andrew in votes for how to navigate a problem

And somehow always ended up pushing through it

Maybe she just liked how obedient you were with her

She’s easy on the eyes, and who are you to argue with a pretty woman

She never chastised you for your antics or behavior, but rather rewarded it

“So good Y/N!”, ruffling your hair, squishing your face while cooing all this praise

It felt….nice

So it made you feel terrible whenever it got taken away

Ashley was easy to upset, you learned that

You’d precariously tiptoe the line, and eagerly await the affection when she recovered and liked you again

You wished you never made her upset…

The air felt thick with tension, Ashley’s back turned to you as she looked out the window. It was just the two of you in the backseat of the hitman’s van, Andrew having stopped on the side of the road for a bathroom break. You didn’t know what you did wrong- but it must’ve been something to make her upset with you.

You tentatively reached out a hand, debating whether or not to grab hers. Before you could make the decision, she pulled it away without looking. A small whine arose from the back of your throat, like a hurt dog.

You wish you were a dog sometimes.

A dumb dog who couldn’t mess things up, maybe then she’d love you again.

“Ashley…” your tongue felt heavy in your mouth.

“What?” Her voice felt like a knife stabbing at your heart.

“I’m…I’m sorry…” you lowered your hand.

Ashley’s body made the slightest movement, “For?”

You tensed. Genuinely, you didn’t know what you did, but it must’ve been something. You gulped, looking down at the floor of the car, “For….” You grimaced as you couldn’t think of anything.

Ashley sighed, turning to face you. Her pink eyes stared into your own, you shrank a little at her glare, “Genuinely- you don’t know what you did?”

You shook your head, unable to stop the tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Ashley sighed, apparently seeing you on the verge of crying was enough for her to open her arms to you. Without hesitation, you threw yourself into her arms- face burying itself into the crook of her neck as you sniffled. You felt her hand tangle itself into your hair, almost petting you.

“There there…” she shushed, “You’re forgiven.”

It felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders as she said those words, you held on to her tighter- not wanting to let go. Not wanting to lose the one person who didn’t make you feel stupid or like a burden or annoying or- any of those things.

Ashley made you feel warm. Ashley made you feel good. Ashley is good.

And you want nothing more than to be good for her..

[a-tiny-thing]

backburner // q.k

kun x reader

"hey, i want that"

i told him while pointing at the lonely chips bag lying flat in the shelf on front of me.

it seems like people did not bother to buy it today, i don't know if it's because they don't like the flavor or it's just gonna expire soon.

either way, i'll take it home 'cause I pity it. like how i should be for myself.

"take it if you want it, i'll pay for it anyway" he mumbled the last part, and I chuckled.

and then suddenly i jumped on his back and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"you serious?" i asked as I squished my cheek onto his.

"get off me" he said while quietly laughing, pushing me off his back, conscious that the few customers there could see us like that.

so I granted his wish and hopped down. i'm still smiling.

"yeah, i'm serious, just take what you want..." he said while continuing to roam around the aisles.

and so i got what i want...

"how about you? are you going to get something?"

"i'm good with this" he lifted the coca-cola can in his right hand.

We walked towards the sleepy cashier near the exit, suddenly jolting up when he heard the sound of the can landing on the marbled counter.

then i started staring at his face while he fishes for his brown wallet in his jeans' pocket.

and i stared.

and i stared.

and i stared.

"hey, let's leave now" kun snapped his fingers on front me, stopping me from staring at him too much.

he's used to it. i'm used to it. so it doesn't really matter i guess...

he was about to lead me out of the store, carrying the paper bag, when suddenly raindrops started pouring.

"shit, let's just stay here for a while..." he told me, pushing me gently back inside the store.

i said nothing as I went back to looking at his face.

"you know, your staring won't change anything between us..." he finally looked at me, then looked out the glass window walls to see if the rain finally stops.

"i'm sorry i can't help it, it just gets worse everytime i'm with you..." i mumbled the last part.

suddenly, the floor is so pretty to look at.

i felt that he looked at me again, taking a long pause before saying the next brutal words for me.

"you know i'll never be in love with you, right?"

shit. uhh, that hurts. like really fucking hurts.

i nodded in agreement.

"i hate that you keep torturing yourself for this..." he said to me. pitying me for what i am to him

"no, don't be...I...I'm just hoping that we w-would continue being friends like, this..I" a tear accidentally came out of my eye as I tried to explain it to him.

he stood there in silence.

"I just still want to be someone you can lean on to, even if you don't really like me back or anything, no, I...just want to be your friend..."

now i can't stop my tears from coming out. i'm glad that the cashier finally gave in and slept so he wouldn't hear me sobbing at the corner because of the man right beside me.

i can't really look at him straight in the eyes because he's going to hurt me more, so my eyes just wandered everywhere around the store, avoiding his..face.

i know that kun doesn't really know how to react to this, to me.

so he just pulled me by the hand to keep me close to him, my left cheek on his chest as he rubbed up and down my back to calm me down from crying.

my hands gave in to him, and weakly held onto the hem of his shirt to keep him close to me even more.

and it helped me calm down, but the pain of it was still lingering inside me...

and i'm already okay with that.

now playing: backburner by niki

[idontplaytrack]

Laugh it off

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, stress, reader is on her period, implied involuntary age-regression(triggered by stress and fatigue)

Reader’s clingy, but Jos loves it so she can pamper her

“No, baby. What— shh. It’s okay.” Jos picks up her phone, “It’s okay. Tell me what happened.”

You were crying, that— she knew. You didn’t know how or why, it just happened. And your first thought was to phone Jos.

“I don’t feel good.” You managed.

‘Feel good? You always say ‘well’ unless— shit.’

“Where are you?” She asks immediately, picking up on the tone change.

“Home.” You breathed out shakily, “At home.”

“I’m coming, okay? Do you need anything?”

“I don’t know.” You croaked.

“Alright, alright.” She shushed, “It’s okay, honey. I’ll be right there, I promise.”

Jos took her keys and wallet then rushed downstairs to the garage. Getting into her car, she immediately started it up and drove off towards her first destination: the store, to grab you some things. Staring at the date on the screen in front of her, she gets the confirmation she needed regarding her question as to what you may be needing.

She was in and out of the store in twenty minutes, arriving at your house in another fifteen. Jos let herself in, she had a copy of your house keys. She rushed upstairs to your room in an instant, but also noted that no one else was home. You were alone.

“y/n.” She says, pushing your door open- it was left open a crack. You jumped, startled, looking up at her with teary eyes. Jos fought the urge to sigh as she sat down beside you, placing the bag of items right by herself.

“What’s bothering you, my love?” She asks, a hand on your thigh.

You were breathing shakily, shaking your head. Then, following a forceful gulp, “I don’t wanna throw up.”

Jos held onto your hands, “Look at me.”

Finally, you did as she told you to, and met her gaze.

“Did you get your period?” She asked quietly, squeezing your hands.

You babbled, “I don’t like it. It hurts— I— I feel like I’m gonna throw up— I don’t want—”

“Can you sit up for me, baby? Please?” She coaxed, you sighed and sat upright, fully face to face with her.

“I know your pain meds were running a bit low, so I bought you some. I’m gonna get you some water, and you’re gonna take it, alright? You’ll feel better.” Jos took out the pack of Aleve, opened it and popped the blister pack so she could get a pill out for you. She spots your water bottle on the nightstand so she reached back to grab it, “Here you go.”

You hesitantly took both items from her, looking at her with a frown. Jos was digging into the bag once again, pulling out a little gift. “Take the medicine and this is yours.” Jos laughs, holding up a stuffed animal. A bribe, but in your current state of mind, it easily worked.

You swallowed the pale blue pill with some gulps of water. Jos smiled in relief and handed the stuffed orange heeler to you. “I want cuddles.” You pouted, leaning onto her.

Without a word, Jos wraps her arms around you. “I bought some snacks, you want something?” She reaches for the bag, pouring the contents onto your bed. You nodded eagerly, “Ooh. I want the Reese’s Pieces.”

“Here.” Jos hands the packet to you, “Be careful. Chew them properly, I don’t want you to choke.”

You laughed a little, but agreed, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, honey.” Jos couldn’t help but smile again, you were exceptionally adorable in these ‘episodes’ where you’d regressed. Though it was usually triggered by a distressing situation. Or sometimes you were just overtired. Either way, it wasn’t an unusual occurrence. Jos knew how to take care of you, things weren’t that much different. You didn’t revert back to too early of an age.

“You wanna watch some TV?” She asks, kissing the side of your head.

“Uh-huh.” You nodded, nuzzling closer. Jos holds you tighter.

“Bluey?” She asks knowingly, watching your face to see it light up. As expected, you smiled brightly and gave her an excited nod. Jos was already ready to click into the streaming service and press play. She just wanted to see you in a good mood.

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After a little bit, you got a little bit restless in your current position and shifted. You sat on the plush and realised, it ‘talked’. You gasped, clearly not expecting it. “Sorry.” Jos gives you a sheepish grin, “You didn’t know there were voice recordings on that?”

“No, I didn’t.” You giggled, “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Alright.” She hums, “You got it?” Jos was holding onto you so she was sure you were stable on your feet after sitting down for quite awhile.

“Legs are a little numb, but I realllly need to pee.” You nodded, chuckling over your words.

While you did your business, she got up to stretch and the show was put on pause for the meantime. “You want something to drink, y/n?”

“Okay?” You answered.

“I’ll be back up here in a couple minutes, baby.” You heard her say through the door, then the sound of footsteps departing from your room.

Washing your hands, you walked back to your bed and flopped onto it, stomach first and snuggling with the stuffed dog that your girlfriend’s just got you.

“You sleepy?” You hear her voice behind you.

“No.” You told her, voice muffled. “Maybe a little.”

“I made you some ginger tea to help with your stomach.” Jos began, “Have some, then let’s take a nap. How’s that sound? Good?”

Well, you just did as she told you to. You didn’t have the energy to protest. Besides, you knew it would help— it always does.

So right now, your head was laid on her chest, eyes fluttering shut but you were still fighting the urge to sleep. “Baby, don’t fight it. Just close your eyes and sleep.”

“I still wanna watch TV.” You pouted.

“Baby, we’ll continue after you get some rest. You’re really tired and that’s not helping how you feel, my love.”

Jos keeps rubbing your back in an attempt to lull you to sleep, and it was working perfectly. Much easier than usual, though you were more chatty during times like these, being all pouty about little things like not wanting to sleep because you didn’t want to stop watching TV.

“I’m scared I’ll throw up.” You mumbled, snuggling closer against her chest.

“It’ll be okay.” Jos replies softly, “I promise. I’ll be right here with you. I got you, I’ll take care of you.”

“Thank you.” You said back, “I did not have a nice day at work.”

“I’m sorry, baby. That sucks.”

“Everyone was so angry, the manager didn’t know how to help me when I asked for help about something I hadn’t done before. Then they left me alone, for like— one hour to take care of the place myself.” You began talking a lot, faster and faster and in a way that worried Jos. She could hear the panic in your voice talking about everything bad that happened that day.

“I just— I left work early because I felt myself going crazy. Like— like I was going to do this again, become like a child—”

Your bad day at work must’ve been what caused this episode to start. And the fact that you’d just started your period today, how emotional you must’ve been leading up to now must’ve made you feel so much worse.

“y/n.” She says your name, “All I want you to do right now is to take some deep breaths, focus on my heartbeat and close your eyes.”

Jos feels your balled up fist clenching at her shirt start loosening up. The soothing motions of her palm on your back was still ongoing.

“Close your eyes, breathe. Don’t think about anything. You’re okay now, all that’s over and done with.”

“What if they fire me?” You mumbled, voice unclear as the sleepiness began to take over your obviously exhausted body.

“Baby, there will always be another job. I don’t want you to be this stressed out, they hire multiple people so no one should have to holding down the fort alone. They should be there to answer your questions— if they didn’t know how to help, they should at least try, or get someone else to help. Listen, you’re doing your best. And even if that seems like bare minimum to you, your bare minimum is your coworkers maximum effort. They left you alone to run the place. That’s inconsiderate and scary.”

You only nodded since you were feeling the awful lump in your throat.

“You’ll be okay, this job is just one step in your career path. And…things have their way of working out. Even though it may seem difficult or impossible— nothing will stay challenging forever. Life’s full of surprises. Sometimes, we’ll have bad days. But all need to do is pick ourselves back up, do something we love that helps us feel better, you know? Watch some TV, laugh it off. Eat some candy, get some cuddles, sleep a little so we can recharge.”

Your hand opened up flat on her chest, now fully relaxed. Your breathing also calmed down, the sleepier you got.

“At the end of it all, honey— we’re just a couple of people existing on this planet trying to make it through day by day.”

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[noctuaism]

(I just needed some comfort after all that’s gone down this week. I’m still in supreme denial and it’s really settling in that we’re not gonna get more of him. I’ll never forgive gege. not edited because I’m still trying to recover from all the emotional damage. he’ll always be one of my all time favorite characters I think that’s why it hurts so much)

as much as gojo is playful, immature and altogether childish there is nothing he prioritizes over your well-being. it’s the one thing he never compromises on, even with you. he hates seeing you sick or in pain of any sort, always going out of his way to always make sure you’re always taken care of. he’ll always take the extra step to ensure your absolute comfort. when you’re sick he brings you everything you need all the way from soup to medications. he goes out of his way to pester shoko till she gives him tips on how to best take care of you. it’s also this way when you come back from a mission injured. if you comeback late and aren’t able to make it to shoko till morning, he takes his time cleaning your wounds. he wraps you in bandages with all the care in the world, treating you like a fine antique. I don’t think he’d stop you from going on missions but he does make you promise to step away from any fight you know you can’t handle or call for his help whenever you need it. because the thought of losing you alone hurts him worse than anything possible. he can’t lose you. he won’t. he refuses to after all that he’s lost before. when you’re sad he’s doing everything he can to make sure you’ll feel happy again whether that’s cuddling you while you cry in his arms or giving you space and alone time till you’re ready to talk (it does pain him a great deal to leave you alone though). caring for you comes like second nature to him just like being an overall menace. he spoils you rotten with both his affection and his wallet. to him, you deserve the world and more. and he’ll give you just that.

[scorpiussage]

Alfie with a SO who’s pregnant

Is both horrified and ecstatic when he finds out that you’re pregnant.

On the one hand: he gets to start a family with you and that’s all he’s ever wanted. On the other: the fear that he’ll end up like his own waste-of-space father terrifies him.

I think it would take a lot of convincing on your part to calm him down, but once he feels better about the whole thing, he’ll be ready to be a dad.

He’s going to want to do absolutely everything to prepare. He’s going to take classes, read books, baby-proof everything. Seriously, he’s going to be almost extreme in his desire to be prepared.

If you suffer from morning sickness or aches and pains, he’s going to pamper the hell out of you. He’ll have warm baths already drawn, ginger tea brewed and ready, his lap open and waiting to set your feet so he can rub them. You’re having his bloody baby, after all, you deserve the world.

His protectiveness will ramp up as well. From this moment out, you won’t be going anywhere without at least two big burly guards armed to the teeth. Going to the shops? Expect to have to do that with whatever two muscle heads your husband hires. And complaining won't get you anywhere, either, because Alfie will not budge on this issue. You’re so vulnerable and he worries endlessly about your safety.

When your water breaks, Alfie ends up being the calm one who carefully ushers you to the car, the emergency bag already in tow. He’s a total pillar of strength through the entire birthing process and he refuses to be kicked out of the delivery room.

“Tha’s my baby bein’ born, that is! I ain’t fuckin’ leaving my wife here by ‘erself!”

He is definitely one of those husbands who climbs into the bed with you and helps to hold you in whatever birthing position is most comfortable for you.

You can swear and cuss at him all you want, and he takes it so gracefully.

“Yeah, let it out, love, just let it out,” he’ll murmur in your ear, “You’re almost done, you are, just a little more.”

The first cries of the baby have him freezing up and it isn’t until the doctor prompts him that he climbs out of the bed to come cut the cord.

The sex of the baby doesn’t matter to him at all (though if it’s a girl he’s gonna make her a princess and no one is gonna stop him.) He loves your baby from first sight; he actually starts crying; he thinks the baby you both made is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

This man will absolutely hog the baby, you’re not going to get him to hand them over for anything. He will eventually because the baby needs to eat, but as soon as they're done, he’s got them right back in his arms.

Also, no one is going to get to meet this baby for months afterwards because that’s important bonding time for the two of you and the baby. If Ollie or anyone tries to show up at your house, Alfie will shout them away.

When he finally goes back to work after a long paternity leave, he will literally never shut up about his kid.

Oh, Tommy’s here for a meeting? Say, have I told you about how absolutely perfect my child is and shown you all the supporting evidence I keep in my wallet?

Having a baby might actually be the one thing that gets Alfie to quit the bootlegging business. He knows all too well what men like him do to get ahead and most don’t hold back on families or children the way he does.

He also wouldn’t pressure you to have more children than you feel comfortable with. If one baby is all you want to have, then he’ll haul himself to the doctors and get snipped so that the two of you don’t have to worry about it.

Overall, having a baby with Alfie would be a wonderful experience. 💕

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Eren Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Another oldie. Shout out to Mica for beta reading this for me. [ SYNOPSIS ] You return home from college to housesit while your mother is away. Everything seems rather mundane until you have a chance meeting with a strange yet alluring man. [ WORD COUNT ] 4.1k [ CONTENT ] Dark content, modern AU, Eren's fucking awful in this, manipulation, stalking, masturbation, dubcon bordering on noncon, degradation, vaginal fingering.

“Thank you so much for watching the house, little one,” your mother said, pinching your cheek.

An action that would usually leave you aggravated was welcome intimacy. College made you miss everyone. Mundane things became beacons of light in a darkened sea of melancholy. It was hard not to internalize the pain, the loneliness that plagued you and turned your stomach into a bottomless pit.

Even as you stood in front of your mother and her kind eyes, you couldn’t help but think of how eventually you would leave this isolated exurb and return to hell itself. You’d wrestle with complicated coursework, cry in the communal bathroom when your roommate refused to stop blasting Post Malone, and sit through lectures with lecherous professors that asked you “to go on walks and discuss poetry.”

“Of course, you think I’m gonna turn down a chance to throw a massive party? I’m trying to relive my teenage fantasy.”

She rolled her eyes and gave you a hug.

“I transferred some money into your bank account for food. Please don’t spend it all on junk.”

Bags of Cheetos danced through your mind.

“You got it,” you lied.

She grabbed her suitcase and floated out the door, leaving you to your own devices. You watched her drive off through the front window, a puff of exhaust lingering as she sped off to the airport. You strode into the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge. The only contents being two jars of artisan mustard, a Greek yogurt, an absurd amount of spaghetti, and a bag of Rainier cherries.

“Pantry’s gotta be better.”

You flung the door to it and were confronted with a hard sourdough baguette and a box of generic Frosted Flakes. You sighed and closed the door dejectedly. Biking to the convenience store sounded woefully unappealing in 90 degree weather especially when the entire ride was sun-soaked.

“Eh, fuck it.”

You scrambled through your overnight bag and pulled out your sunscreen, slathering it all over you. You pocketed your wallet, grabbed your bike, and began your journey.

The second you opened the door, sunlight irradiated you. Quickly you put on your sunglasses and cautiously biked along the hyper heated concrete. Sweat oozed from your pores, sunscreen melting off your face and weaseling its way into your eyes. Wiping them crossed your mind but your hands were busy. You blinked repeatedly hoping to mitigate the problem but it was a thankless task.

When you finally got to the convenience store you dropped your bike in front of the entrance, growing more exhausted and thirsty by the second. A large “cash only” sign flashed in your face.

“Since when?” You asked no one in particular.

You stumbled inside the store over to the ATM and took out $40 from your bank account. The machine decided to take its sweet time, whirring for a good five minutes before spitting out your cash. After waiting for what felt like hours you trudged to the back and struggled to find anything that remotely looked like what you wanted.

“No, no, no,” you said as you peered into every fridge. “Fuck my ass. Come on.”

A stifled laugh brought you out of your trance.

“Watch out, some creep might try to take you up on that offer.”

“Oh shit, my bad!” You deferred.

The man turned his attention towards you. He was inhumanly gorgeous. His skin sun kissed, long espresso colored hair piled on top of his head in a messy bun, eyes greener than any field you’d seen. He wore a red tropical print button-up with short sleeves and fitted denim shorts. His smile was wide and jovial, one you could trust.

“’S all good,” he said, his eyes lingering on your lips.

“I, uh… Hey, have you seen anything that isn’t a Red Bull or a bottle of St Ides? I’d ask the guy at the counter but he seems rather engrossed in his reading.”

You slyly pointed at the cashier whose nose was buried in a vintage Playboy.

“I have, follow me,” he said, his voice like velvet. A siren’s song.

He wrapped an arm around you and led you to a fridge full of your favorite shit.

“Oh wow, thank you!”

His hands trailed down to your waist. “No problem. Hate to see a pretty thing like you look so lost.”

He looked you over one last time and headed over to the cashier. He pointed at a small bottle of silver Bacardi and slunk out the door after making his purchase. He slowly drove off in a burgundy 1970 Ford Galaxie.

The man was kind yet odd. A face you wouldn’t mind seeing again but one you’d likely run from if you encountered it in a dark alley.

You grabbed a couple bags of chips and one of the bananas that sat on the front counter. The ride home felt significantly easier this time around, your feet less heavy. Just a brief moment of social interaction was enough to make your day.

The pleasantness of your ride quickly dissipated as you noticed a car trailing behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, but as you turned your head to get a better look the car made a sharp u-turn, speeding off in the other direction. Unease crept up on you, making your hands tremble ever so slightly.

All you saw was a flash of burgundy.

The housing development your mother bought into was initially supposed to be a dream-like landscape of exurban bliss. Pastel tract homes with detached garages and green lawns thriving despite nature’s uninhabitable wrath. The money hungry builders saw the arid valley and thought “upscale homes with a golf course and an outdoor mall.”

Of course it never took off. Living in the rain shadow of a massive mountain range was a tough sell and anyone with a brain knew the cotton candy colored homes wouldn’t last in the heat. However those desperate to own land bought them up at auction, your mother being one of them. She ended up with the best one, in her opinion.

“Some of them were worth more than others,” she said, as if she got away with a crime.

The house sat at the edge of the development, a clear view of the towering, jagged mountains to the east. The only thing that separated you from the wilds of the valley was the shoddy fencing your mother haphazardly fixed from time to time. Your closest neighbor, Hannes, lived comically far away on the other side of the development.

You stared down a pile of empty chip bags, regretting your decision to buy straight up junk and a banana. Delivery options were limited to pizza and Thai food; not many restaurants liked driving to the edge of the earth for a single order.

You grabbed your laptop ultimately deciding to order pizza.

“Ugh, of course my credit card info isn’t saved,” you whined.

You patted your pocket where you had previously stored your wallet but nothing was there.

“The fuck?”

You tore off your shorts and shook them. Nothing. No wallet.

“Shit. Guess I’ll call the store.”

You called the convenience store guy and he was utterly useless. Your stomach grumbled, reverberating throughout your body. Hunger took hold of you. You decided to toast the stale bread and eat it with olive oil. You figured you should save the rest of your cash for actual groceries.

“’Hey little one, what’d you eat when I was gone?’ Oh nothing, mama, just fucking croutons.”

The kitchen was bathed in a pinkish glow. The sun settled behind the mountains leaving the sky shades of pink, orange, and blue. It was a loveliness you missed, something you couldn’t find in overly pruned parks and crowded campus cafes. You preheated the oven and struggled to break the bread into bite-sized pieces.

“Fuck,” you muttered as a particularly hard bit of crust works its way under your fingernail.

You held your hand up to examine it and breathed a sigh of relief, no blood. Your relief was short lived as you noticed something rustling in the checkerblooms. You leaned over the counter to get a better look but you saw nothing. Just purple flowers ebbing in the evening breeze.

“Coulda been an elk,” you said to calm your nerves.

That morning you found used condoms outside the kitchen window filled to the brim with milky cum. You didn’t mention it to Hannes when you biked down to his house for money and socializing.

The days were easy to get through. You biked around the development when the heat was at its kindest. You bitched to Hannes about how isolated you were but also how you were far too lazy to remedy the situation. You watched game shows and soap operas. Immersing yourself in daytime television was a welcomed, mind numbing distraction.

The nights were what got the best of you.

You called your mother when the fear became too much, when you’d hear footsteps outside your window. But her advice was always the same.

“Drink a Pabst and turn on Golden Girls! Or ask the delivery guy to hang out with you.”

“Don’t you have a security system?”

“Is this what college has done to you? I remember just last year you couldn’t even remember to lock the front door.”

A million thoughts ran rampant through your brain. She was right after all; you were rather careless growing up in the mundanity of the valley. You sought excitement by skipping through the alkali flats, kicking up rancid dust. You ran around with stray dogs and even got bit by one. A lonely, little girl like you was a professional at putting yourself in questionable circumstances.

“Whatever. I still can’t find my wallet though,” you whined.

“Did you try calling the store again?”

“Why would I call them again?”

“I don’t know,” she said, voice filled with exasperation. “The money I sent should get to you soon.”

“Still don’t think it was smart to literally mail me money.”

She laughed. “Alright, little one. Call me tomorrow.”

And with that your mother hung up. You gazed outside the window as a tule elk meandered by, sniffing the ground occasionally stopping to nibble on a shrub. It lifted its head and jerked it around quickly, an urgent look in its eye. Before you blinked it bounded off into the distance, almost like it was never there in the first place. Curiosity got the better of you and you decided to investigate. You grabbed a kitchen knife and held it like you’d seen all those final girls do in slasher movies.

“I can’t die like this,” you whispered to yourself. “I haven’t even had a threesome yet.”

You crept towards the front door and looked through the peephole. Not a thing, just dead grass and concrete. You sighed and dropped the knife, feeling silly for even grabbing it in the first place. With this new found peace you stepped into the kitchen to brew some tea only to be startled by a faceless figure.

“Holy shit!” You shrieked, ducking under the kitchen table knowing full well you were still visible. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” you muttered.

“Hi, didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.

His voice was oddly friendly, but not so much that you were willing to respond.

“I, uh, found your wallet. Sorry it took me a bit, you just live so far out here.”

You poked your head out from under the table and looked up.

It was the handsome man from the convenience store. He looked decidedly less gorgeous, but a babe all the same. His hair now hung past his shoulders, partially obscuring his face. He wore the same tropical print shirt and shorts you saw him in previously but they were now paired with a faded denim jacket lined with cream Sherpa.

“You want it back or can I keep it?” He asked, his voice as velvety as ever.

“I—I definitely need it.”

You crawled out from under the table and gestured for him to meet you at the front door. As you opened it you saw him leaning on his car, arms crossed.

“Hey, so my wallet?” You shouted at him.

“I, uh, left it at home.”

“Oh.”

He grinned. “Didn’t realize it until I checked my pocket. It’s back at my place if you wanna take a ride.”

Your stomach dropped.

“I—I have Thai food coming and like, so, I gotta be here when it shows up.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “I’ll drop by tomorrow then, that alright?”

No was the first word to enter your mind but you wanted your damn wallet.

“That sounds fine. Thanks, uh…”

“Eren,” he purred.

You forced a smile. “Thank you, Eren. I’ll see you tomorrow. Just gimme a call when you’re close, okay?”

He nodded and waved as you turned to go back inside. Once safe and locked in the house you watched him linger, his eyes still fixed on the spot you previously stood in. He waited around for a good five minutes before he got in his car and sped off.

That night, as you struggled to drift asleep, you reluctantly thought of Eren. You slipped your hand in your underwear and rubbed your clit, pretending that it was him doing so. You bit down on your bottom lip as you traced your fingers down your folds, coating them with your fluids. You slid your hand under your t-shirt and pinched your nipple.

“E—eren,” you whimpered, thrusting up against your hand.

You pictured his strong arms around you, plunging his throbbing cock deeper and deeper inside you. The look of unbridled lust in his emerald eyes as he held you close, pumping you full of his cum.

Your breathing quickened and your toes curled as your orgasm rushed through your body. You continued to mewl his name, your body going limp as your lust subsided. Shame immediately hit you and you rolled over onto your side in a fetal position.

“Why am I like this?” You asked as you tried to will yourself unconscious.

That morning you were greeted with a lack of cell service.

“Seriously?”

You made a few attempts to call your mother, groaning every time it was dropped. Eventually you resigned yourself to being even more cut off from the world. It’s not like you’d be alone for long. Eren did say he’d be dropping by with your wallet, though he never specified when that would be.

The day dragged on and your patience waned. You sat in the kitchen, eating cherries and scowling out the window. Eren finally arrived just as the sun started to lower itself.

He tapped on the door, with his car keys.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he crooned.

You cautiously opened the door and let him in. He smelled like rum and cheap deodorant. His shirt was dingier every time you saw it, it’s once bright hue losing saturation. His denim shorts were dappled with white stains and dirt. Everything about him screamed freak but you welcomed him inside anyway.

“Hey, so…”

“Ah, yeah,” he said, pulling your wallet out of his pocket.

He held it out of reach the second you went to grab it from him.

“Work for it.”

There was something inherently ominous about his grin. It wasn’t a particularly creepy one, in fact it was rather lovely. But his eyes hid something, there was a blankness to them. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, utterly unreadable.

“Come on.”

You attempted to grab it again but he again jerked it out of reach.

“You come on,” he teased.

His eyes looked through you. It was as if he didn’t register you as a person, a human, an equal. You struggled to hide your fear which softened his demeanor.

“I’m sorry. I see a pretty girl and all I wanna do is fuck with her.”

He finally handed you your wallet, his fingers brushing yours.

“Those are some nice hands.”

You gulped and tried your best to look unbothered.

“Uh, thanks.”

“Any chance you could gimme one?”

“Excuse me?”

He flashed you another grin.

“My car’s having some trouble, thing’s old as fuck. Could you lend me a hand?”

“I don’t know much about cars honestly.”

“Having another pair of eyes on it will help. Maybe you’ll catch something I missed.”

You followed him out the door even though your conscious screamed for you to turn around, to go back inside and lock your door. He led you over to his car, the hood was already lifted. You stared into it not sure what to look at.

“See anything strange?” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You laughed nervously.

“N—no, not really.”

He leaned closer to your ear and whispered, his breath reeked of rum.

“Oh come on, baby. Take a better look.”

He pushed you against the car, his semi-hard cock rubbing against your ass. You froze as he rocked his hips against you. Eren groaned as he continued to thrust.

Run, you thought to yourself. Get the fuck away from him. But instead you stood there, clenching your fists, fighting the urge to grind up against him.

“Oh you like that, huh?” He whispered, his tongue flicking your ear.

You arched your back and bit your lip as he rutted against you, his cock now fully erect. A small moan exited your lips as Eren shoved his hands down your shorts. He rubbed your clit through your underwear.

“Ye—yes,” you mumbled.

He leaned in and sniffed your hair, his breath hitching as he savored the smell of your shampoo. His fingers pulled your underwear to the side and he coated them with your fluids.

“You’re this wet already?”

You kept quiet, you were afraid of what depraved things would leave your lips if you opened them. It had been so long and you were so lonely. You couldn’t trust yourself to speak.

“It’s okay, baby. Open your mouth for me.”

He took his fingers out of your cunt and forced them into your mouth.

“Suck them clean.”

You ran your tongue on the underside of his rough fingers.

“Good girl,” he rasped. “Tell me how good this feels.”

He shoved them back down into your shorts and started to finger you. Stifling your moans was out of the question.

“Ohhh, Eren,” you whined. “Feels s—so good.”

“How would you like it if I fucked you in the back seat, baby?”

You nodded feebly. He let you go and led you to the back. You glanced inside and saw zip ties, duct tape, and a mallet on the floor partially hidden under the driver’s seat.

“I have to go!” You shouted abruptly as you ran back to the house, tripping on the porch.

Eren glared at you, his eyes losing any semblance of sanity.

“I’m gonna get you. You think runnin’ from me is gonna do you any favors?”

You sat there like a wounded doe, clutching your bleeding knee. You wanted to get up and run but fear had you in a chokehold.

“J—just leave, please,” you said, trying to sound brave. “My neighbor’s supposed to check on me any minute now. You don’t wanna deal with him.”

Lies. Hannes wasn’t coming and Eren didn’t move a muscle.

“You think I’m scared of some drunk that lives up the road? Hannes ain’t gonna do shit,” he hissed.

How the fuck did he know Hannes? Eren’s words were like poison. Whatever pleasantness you imagined was gone. He was a monster, a menace.

“Just go!” You screamed, voice cracking. “Get the fuck out of here!”

He stood completely still, not even his facial expression changed. You got to your feet and scrambled inside, locking the door behind you.

You watched Eren through the window as you attempted to call Hannes but the call refused to go through. Calling the cops crossed your mind but they were always useless so you refrained.

Eren lingered around for about a half an hour before he finally drove off, his car running perfectly.

You didn’t sleep that night. Didn’t even shut an eye. You sat on the floor, your phone dead in your hand. There was still no service. You felt more shut off than ever, haunted by your loneliness and what it made you do. It made you sick. Nausea plagued you all night, the lingering feeling of his hands on your body made the room spin. It was all too much to bear.

When you saw Eren drive up at dawn you barely had a reaction. You were too tired to be afraid. He got out of his car, still in the same outfit, his stringy hair hanging in his face. The sun shined behind him and his features seemed distorted in the early morning light. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or maybe there was something truly wrong with this man.

He sat on the hood of his car, staring at the front door. You were sure he could see through it, see your pathetic form on the floor. You hoped he’d leave, but he didn’t.

He sat there for an hour before you finally decided to peek your head out the door.

“Hey, baby, did you miss me?”

“No,” you said, opening the door completely.

“You invitin’ me in?”

“Absolutely not. Stay back.”

There wasn’t much space between you and Eren. The front lawn was of average size and it’s not like the sidewalk was very wide. He could snatch you up easy.

“Alright, alright,” he acquiesced.

“What do you want?”

He batted his eyelashes at you, clearly trying to disarm you.

“Come take a ride with me.”

“You’re insane. No. Now go.”

You pointed at the road. You tried to mirror how your mother told off overzealous evangelists that pounded on her door every so often.

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“Well I’m not leaving this house,” you said firmly.

“What do you think I’m gonna do to you, huh?”

“I saw what was in your car.”

“I keep a lotta things in there.”

“I called the cops the second you drove up,” you lied.

He smirked.

“They would’ve been here by now. Guess they’re not coming,” he mused, calling your bluff.

“I called Hannes too and my mom. The—they’re gonna be here soon.”

“Your mom’s out of the country last time I checked.”

“How—”

“And if I remember correctly the little jammer I set up shoulda been blocking your cell signal. So unless you got a landline you haven’t called shit.”

You wanted to puke.

“I—I—why?”

“Look at you,” he cheered. “Such a cutie, and so alone!”

He got up off the hood of his car and opened the door to the backseat.

“Hop in.” He said with a sick smile on his face.

“No, I’m not going.”

“You want me to grab you by the hair and force you in? I will if I have to.”

“Leave me alone.”

“I’ll rip that shit from your scalp. Wouldn’t bother me any,” he sneered. “I’d still fuck you.”

“I have a gun.”

Another lie. You didn’t have any weapons, not even a kitchen knife. You were defenseless.

“You think I’m afraid of some little slut with a gun? Get in the car.”

Tears fell from your eyes, but you didn’t make a sound. You just stared at the ground.

“Come on, it’s only a ride.”

“Okay,” you said in a small voice.

“Hmm?” Eren’s eyes widened.

“I’ll go. I just wanna grab some things. That okay?”

He nodded and you scurried inside. You grabbed your bag and tossed your wallet in it. Eren stood outside, checking his phone. You frantically yanked your phone charger from the wall and tossed it in along with your phone.

The sun still hung low in the sky. Eren honked his horn an obnoxious amount of times, each iteration filling you with more and more anxiety. You flung the back door open and hopped over the fence, your sock catching on it. Your ankle twisted ever so slightly.

“Sh—shit,” you groaned.

Eren continued to honk his horn. You stood up and sprinted away from the yard, your ankle throbbing the whole time. You knew civilization was in the other direction, but so was Eren. Avoiding him was more important. Escape was what you wanted, safety be damned. Every inch of the development was tainted with his presence, even your mother’s home. You knew running into the shadows of the mountains was a bad idea, but you didn’t care. You’d run forever if you had to.

Don't ask me for a part 2, y/n died of exposure. xoxo gossip finn