#nearby weed store

[spacebugarts]

High rn and im very sad that I'm Very Close to being able to make the perfect sammich but I don't have any spinach/mixed veggies to put on it :( I dont want a sammich with no veggies that makes me so sad theres no Cronch

[moriphyte]

mom: do you wanna take this food home?

me:

[corvidcrossbow]

~•♡•~ I Like It Long

➳ Summary: While out on a run, you and Michonne start lightly teasing Daryl for having his hair grown out. But there's a hidden reason as to why he won't cut it. (Daryl x Fem!Reader)

➳ Setting: Alexandria, post Savior war

➳ Word count: 1.4k

➳ C/W: Just smut n hair pulling

➳ A/N: This spawned from me writing the context plot of another fic and I was like… wait (And thank yall for the attention on that Mother's Day post??? Yall are so sweet 😭🫶)

My hair is really similar to Daryl's when it's partially or almost dry and it's actually my favorite thing about myself like xbsosjdjdneisnsiasjebeiisjabajissn

You loudly banged your forearm against the glass door of a long abandoned drug store, not hearing any noise inside. Vines and weeds had grown through cracks in the concrete, winding up the sides of the building.

“Sounds pretty clear,” You shrugged, holstering your bow and opting for hand-held blades as Michonne pulled open the handle. You, her, and Daryl were clearing through a nearby town while out on a supply run, opting to make quick work of the task in favor of getting home.

You three entered the building, keeping your guard up in case of any straggling walkers that weren't roused by the initial attempts to lure them towards you. The interior wasn't large, so you could comfortably split off from each other and still be close.

“Seems mostly ransacked. Not much left,” Michonne commented, katana lowered but out in front of her. This had begun to grow repetitive and boring, energy matching the grayness of the lighting.

She took a pair of hair cutting shears off the shelf in front of her, holding them up to your gaze a few isles over. “Think he could use these?” She asked as a smile played the edges of her mouth, nodding back towards Daryl, looking for mischief. His hair had grown quite long over the course of the last two years, the tawny blond darkening into a rich brown, accompanied by a shaggy cut.

“Oh definitely. Jus’ gotta determine which onna us can hold him down long enough to cut it,” You replied with a chuckle, eyes following hers to where the archer stood at the endcap of another lane.

“Shuddup, will ya?” Daryl scoffed, shaking his head with grunt. His gaze didn't break from the advertisement in front of him, trying to ignore your antics. “Ts'fine.”

“Gotta make use of whatever supplies we find, no?” You continued your teasing, trying to hide the grin on your face at his reaction. “You were sweatin’ like a pig all summer, hair tangled all over yer face ‘n what not. When was the last time you cut it?”

“Don’ kno’, don’ care,” He grumbled, and you eyed Michonne again. It's definitely been since the prison, at least. He moved on from the stand. “Plus, winter up ‘ere's gon be colder. Will keep me warm.”

“Daryl, you're ‘bout the only one who didn't freshen up since we got to Alexandria. Don't you at least want a trim?” Michonne pestered, raising her eyebrows at him and shifting her weight to one leg. “You remember Rick's whole hobo-beard.”

“Ain't got no ‘hobo-beard’.”

“But you do look like the only ‘scissors’ you know is the recently searched on your go to porn site,” Michonne chaffed, barely able to contain herself.

Daryl froze for just a second, face flushing as his head whipped to stare back at her. And you two burst out laughing, to which his expression soured.

“Give it up, alrigh’?! Ain't nothin’ wrong with mah hair!” He snapped, accent thick with embarrassment, bowing his head slightly in an effort to obscure it. He readjusted his hold on his crossbow. “Gon shoot tha botha ya.”

“Ay, ay! Jus’ sayin’. Rick scrapped the beard and… maybe you'll finally get some play too,” She winked, followed by a lighthearted snicker.

Daryl groaned again and rolled his eyes, beginning to walk off, but caught your gaze for just a second.

It's not that he didn't want to cut his hair - he didn't care about it – but he wasn't really allowed to either way. There was one major, sexy, moaning reason he didn't cut his hair.

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“Oh, god, Daryl! Fuck! Don't stop… god don't stop,” You cried out, hands clutching his shoulders as your nails began to dig into his flesh. His grip on your hips was bruising, keeping you steady as he pounded up into you at a relentless pace. That grip was the sole thing grounding you in the reality of the present moment.

“Ain't gon stop,” He affirmed, voice gravelly. You moaned wildly, head weakly falling to his chest with exacerbated breaths, his own heaving against your temple. He leaned closer when he could, harshly sucking at your clavicle and boobs, leaving behind a litter of hickeys and little bites that colored you in reds and purples.

The springs of the bed beneath you sounded like they were gonna fold in on themselves, headboard sporadically banging against the wall as Daryl shifted down a little to hit into you at an angle, your clit brushing against him with each thrust. Your back arched overtop of him, shoving his dick into your belly.

“Baby, please… fhuuuckkkk.” You couldn't even think, every thought consumed by the feeling of him. The way he just destroyed you like it's an art he'd mastered, tip brushing against every sweet and sensitive spot inside you, walls desperately trying to cling on, balls hitting up against you, clit grinding on him, slickness coating his pelvis and your inner thighs, his clutch on you just so fucking strong.

You pulled yourself together, lifting your head to see him. His long hair was dark and dampened with sweat, matting up as it stuck to his forehead, obscuring part of his vision. But he was too focused on using you to fix it, didn't dare to remove his hands unless God willed him to.

You moved up, swiping it away, and his blue eyes instantly connected with yours, pupils blown with lust. He (somehow) sped up, starting to slam your hips up and down to meet him instead of just keeping them stationary, now just beating your cunt.

“Tha's it girl. Jus’ keep takin’ me good like tha’.”

His words made you shiver, and you partially fell forward again, nestling your face beside his and snaking an arm behind his head. Your fingers weaved through his messy hair, tangling at the scalp, then tugging harshly as another wave of pleasure ripped through you.

And he whined. There it is. His breathy gasps and grunts mingled with strained whines, and whimpers, as you pulled tighter and tighter at the roots of his locks. His face contorted, eyes nearly squeezing shut, that one vein bulging from his neck, directly on the verge of so much.

“Daryl… inside.., Dar-” You panted, cut off as everything went white and you hit your peak. Your whole body felt electrified, tensing, twitching, walls spasming, toes curling and claws clinging to his frame.

Daryl tipped over the edge almost immediately after, having just been waiting for you to cum first. He desperately pumped into you a few more times, before curving up once more and simultaneously ramming you down as he came deep in you, the warmth of his release spreading through your core, and he threw his head back with ragged breaths.

You were both left a sweaty mess, gasping for oxygen, feeling full and satisfied. Your muscles couldn't keep you up, and you collapsed onto him, loosening your hold at his scalp, his hold on your hips doing the same.

He recovered a bit quicker than you, bringing a hand up and brushing your own messy hair away the second he had the energy to do so.

“Ya alrigh’, sunshine?” He asked between hitches, hoping he hadn't been too rough. He soothingly rubbed his palm over the curve of your body where bruises were sure to form.

You nodded faintly, moving your head so you could breathe better, and you could feel him relax beneath you from the reassurance. He held you tenderly for a while, giving you time to regain your composure. Your eyes were closed in bliss. Few things beat the feeling of Daryl under you, rising and falling with his torso, hearing his low humming as he steadied himself – his softening cock still buried deep inside you, cum ever so surely beginning to dribble down.

You lazily remained in his arms, not wanting to deal with getting up, or the shower you two definitely needed. You took a strand of his hair, affectionately curling it around your finger like a tendril, then letting it go and repeating.

“Ya actually want me tah cut ma hair?” He eventually asked, thinking back to your light mocking from earlier, how you'd laughed as Michonne layered it on. It didn't matter much to him, he'd do whatever pleased you.

“Fuck no. Was just messin’ with you, Dixon,” You replied, kissing the skin of his collarbone right below you, and moving up to find his lips. “You know I like it long.”

The long hair suited him, he looked good with it. You loved to wash and play with it, brush and braid it while he laid in your lap. But mainly, it was easy to grab at, pull on – and close to nothing in existence sounded better than those whines and whimpers every time you did so.

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (iii) - pt 1 pt 2

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : no one frustrates and confuses y/n more than matt

warnings : smoking weed, alcohol/drinking (i headcannon everyone 21+!), tension, sexually suggestive

mickey speaks : THIS IS LONG AS SHIT!!!! ngl im not obsessed w this part but u guys r the sweetest thank u for loving this story so far and for ur patience. part 4 definitely won't have as long of a wait.

THIS IS PART THREE GO READ THE FIRST TWO PARTS NEOWW

MATT hates hosting parties.

now that he and his brothers have hosted three of these "get together"s to promote the warehouse, he’s realized just how much attendees dont give a shit about respecting the space they're in. he found it to be a cool concept for sure: give out free tiny tats along with food and drinks for more exposure and networking. nick came up with it and it sounded perfectly easy way to build their brand and get to know people in LA.

except the first one was a complete mess, with chris constantly promoting the party (he mentioned it to almost everyone he talked to, encouraging them to bring friends along), frequent instagram posts dedicated to the event, and natural word of mouth the warehouse was suddenly overcrowded and trashed within the first hour of being open. matt barely got through that night without losing his temper or calling the cops to shut down his own party.

that’s not to say matt hates attending parties as severely as he hates to have his own. he’s more than willing to go out when he has a set time to leave and good enough company. he’s trained his anxiety to behave within those spaces so that he's not ruining his or anyone else's time. now it seems his anxiety only spikes when it comes to (what feels like) hundreds of people surrounding him in his space with no intentions of leaving until well into the morning. at that point he’d prefer to be at home, completely alone.

just as he does now that nick has dragged him out to a nearby liquor store to buy “goodies” for the event later today.

matt’s face carries his typical dry expression as nick stands next to him, hands resting on his hips, eyeing the various vodka bottles.

“nick, it’s alcohol not the fucking newspaper,” matt grumbles.

“i know that! i just don’t wanna choose the wrong one.” he defends.

“if they don’t like something i think we have more than enough to choose from at this point,” matt sarcastically nudges his arms that hold onto a wide selection of alcohol that nick has impetuously given him with quips of ‘okay, hold this one.’

“matt, i wouldn’t have brought you if i knew you’d be such a buzzkill, jesus.” nicks tsks.

“alright, don't say that like i was begging to come here, nick. i had no choice and-"

nick cuts him off swiftly, noticing a few girls have joined them in the aisle, “matt, move." nick guides him backwards with his hand, "you’re like, in the way.”

matt turns his head to see what exactly he was blocking, before turning back to nick and scowling, “‘m literally not in the way at all.”

“they might need to see all the options,” nick shrugs, going back to narrowing his options down while matt stands in slight annoyance, zoning out.

until he overhears the two girls call, “yeah it’s over here, y/n! come!”

and matt can’t help but turn and look (at an embarrassingly quick pace that he’d blame on his brain's pristine sound recognition and not that he wanted to see you, necessarily).

and sure enough your frame comes into view (clad in a sweatshirt and small pair of shorts), confirming that he did not mishear and you unfortunately were in fact the y/n called for. not wanting to deal with small talk, he immediately turns to nick, “the second one is best, nick. alright, let’s go.”

nick looks over to him, throwing his hands up loosely, “ohh, now you wanna be helpful whe-" he closes his mouth when he sees you over matt's shoulder, "did you know y/n's here?” his eyebrows draw together and he swiftly grabs a tall bottle of Absolut and places it in matt’s arms before walking around him (ignoring his hand’s poor attempt to hold nick back).

you’re too busy discussing which vodka tastes best with a few of your friends to notice nick walking up to you guys. you only look over once you hear a snap followed by a hushed “matt!”

you host a tender smile when you recognize the two tattooed boys, “nick? what are you doing here?” you glance from nick to matt who seems to be holding a full bar's worth of liquor while nick holds nothing but a tote bag and sunglasses he enjoys fidgeting with.

“y/n, i have a party i’m hosting tonight why would i not be here? now the real question is why are you here at 11:30 AM?” he jokes, squinting his eyes at you.

“same reason as you,” you shrug then realize you haven’t introduced your friends properly. “oh! and these are my friends; i texted you about bringing along, remi, erin, and andrea.” they each wave slightly as you gesture to them.

after an exchange of greetings and smiles (though you could tell matt’s was so phoney), nick backtracks, “okay but actually why are you here?”

“did you think i was joking? i’m getting drinks for your party!”

“i mean this in the kindest way possible: why?”

“i wasn’t gonna show up empty handed! it’s common courtesy to bring you guys something whether or not you ask.” you insist and matt fights the urge to roll his eyes.

he knows you have no mal-intent but god damn do you make yourself look so fucking pretentious.

“yeah, we’re trying to figure out what would be the best kind to bring right now,” erin chimes in.

nick immediately agrees, “oh my god, tell me about it. i was just struggling with that too!” and he turns to matt to validate, see! it’s not stupid to care about possibly buying the wrong thing!

matt just rolls his lips into his mouth, trying to give anyone a fucking clue that the conversation should be wrapping up by now.

“we’ll probably just end up getting pink whitney,” andrea reaches for the bottle on a nearby shelf.

matt can feel your eyes on him but he chooses to keep looking down at nick's ugg boots as if they’re the most interesting thing he’s seen.

you shift your eyes back to nick who’s still talking to andrea before you begin to speak, “well, i’m sure you guys are busy, you know, party planning.”

suprisingly, matt speaks up to agree with you, "yeah, you’re right actually. we are pretty busy."

nick cuts in with a shake of his head, “well, we’re actually not doing much before the party starts, honestly. we’ll probably just drop this off at the warehouse and set up a little, then go home, right matt?” nick shrugs to his brother who's eyes only widen with a look of question, “oh that's so true, matt!" he turns back to the girls with a smirk, "if you guys want you should come hang out with us now!”

matt wishes he currently had a free hand so that he could slap it over nicks mouth and drag him away before he sells his own kidney next.

"oh that's okay, we still have some stuff at home to do before we even think to get ready, but we'll be there tonight," you smile and look over to the girls who each agree.

"okay, we'll see you around then." matt tilts his head to the side encouraging nick to follow as he walks away.

"you have my insta so just dm me if you need anything. okay, bye! don’t forget swimsuits!" nick smiles and waves before rushing to catch up to matt who has already left the aisle.

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“i still can’t believe y/n was there, like what are the odds?!” nick giddily sighs and looks over to matt as the two walk out of the store.

“yeah, how fuckin’ weird," he murmurs, adjusting the brown bags in his hands to reach for the keys hanging from his belt loop. "small world, i guess.”

౨ৎ

“how the fuck are you so calm?” you ask in shock from behind the bat squishmellow you hold while sitting on nick’s baby pink couch, legs crossed.

“y/n, it’s like the teeniest, babiest tattoo ever,” andrea almost laughs as she takes another bite of a miniature rice krispy treat.

this “get together” at the warehouse has been a hit as far as you can tell. when you and your friends arrived it was already rowdy with people everywhere, music pounding, and bottles of alcohol scattered on the counters of a kitchenette (where you placed your own bottle of pink whitney, tied with a dainty white ribbon). you all found nick early on dancing in a crowd of people. he gave out hugs and easily convinced andrea and remi to let him tattoo them. after looking over the flash sheet nick made specifically for tonight, the girls decided to get matching cherry tattoos.

nick’s work area was so soft. he had bright hues of berry hugging his walls in the form of posters and paintings and faint creamsicle colored pillows to keep his couch company. when you all first walked in he explained how much he enjoys when clients bring in a friend so he had to make sure they had a comfy place to sit. you found nick so endearing in that since, he’s very caring and thoughtful despite his attitude at times (a far more understandable attitude than matt’s).

“it’s soo small,” nick adds, “i still think you two should get one,” he smirks looking over to you and erin huddled on the couch.

“hell no, i think i'm good for like another year," you shake your head and look over to erin while you gently run your fingers over your tattooed lower hip.

"yeah, absolutely not. i'm not even close to drunk enough to do that shit right now." she laughs.

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matt finds joint rolling to be the most satisfying part of smoking. the precision needed to perfectly fill, wrap, and burn makes him giddy in his own matt-kind-of-way.

after working on his last client (who wanted a somewhat abstract piece for the lowkey means of a “free tiny tats event”) and successfully sneaking through the crowd to grab a snack then sneaking back into his work area, he wanted nothing more than to get high alone.

he begins to gather his spare weed, grinder, and rolling papers from a spot tucked away in a drawer. he stops by his desk to turn his speaker back on, playing hushed kendrick lamar thorughout the space.

he taps his fingers along to the beat before sitting in a chair and displaying the items in front of him. he begins to grind the weed while humming, only to be interrupted fairly quickly.

"matttt!" chris peeks his grinning face through the curtain before taking it upon himself to walk in, "what are you doin' all alone in here?" matt pauses his movements with a sigh.

"no way you were rolling up and not planning to share? what the fuck?" chris pries in jest, rolling a chair over to sit in front of matt.

"dude, 'm so over this fuckin' party. i was planning to just smoke this and go nap on nick's couch or something." matt explains as he carefully lays the weed in the paper.

"you were barely even out there! got all your clients to text you whenever they got here." chris mumbles a scoff. "that is not the fuckin' point of this by the way, supposed to be meeting new people." chris rolls his eyes leaning himself so far into the chair that his back has practically met the seat.

"at least i'm doing something, you've only given like a tat or two all night," matt mumbles, slowly filling the white paper with weed.

because chris knows he's right he deflects the conversation to the reason he even came searching for matt in the first place. he clears his throat, playing with his fingers, "nick wants to take the girls up to the hot tub."

"thought we weren't allowing randoms up there anymore?" matt smirks at the memory of nick just hours before lecturing the both of them on what ground rules needed to be set so people don't demolish their shop for the fourth time now.

"obviously if they're with nick they're not just randoms." chris shakes his head, "pretty sure it's y/n and some friends she brought along. you remember that girl, right? she was-"

matt stops sealing the blunt to respond, "uh huh, i remember her."

chris lets out a breath, causing matt to finally look up and make eye contact with his brother (after spending their entire conversation too focused on rolling) in surprise at his pause in speaking.

"yeah, she's cool." chris yawns.

"i guess." matt says while finishing off the joint.

matt then lifts his hand up to give chris a view of his rolled joint. "stellar." chris smiles and matt hands it him, "swear you have a gift for this shit or somethin'." chris holds it in different angles near his face.

matt just shrugs and reaches for the tiny red lighter in his back pocket, "light that bitch up," he encourages chris.

"wait, no, let's save it for hot-tubbing."

"no? let's not? i didn't roll it for anyone but myself, let alone a group of barbies."

"be nice, matt."

"give me it, chris," matt rolls his eyes and signals with his fingers for chris to hand it over. “also who says i’m joining you guys in there?”

chris hands the joint back over to matt who’s immediately putting it in his mouth and bringing it towards the lighter’s flame, “nick wants the both of us up there, he thinks it’ll be fun.”

matt’s words come out quieter now that he’s speaking with smoke held in his lungs, “is he shit faced?” matt exhales the smoke as he speaks, “you know he thinks anything is ‘fun’ when he’s drunk.”

he takes another hit while chris explains, “no he’s actually really fuckin’ coherent, hasn’t had anything compared to me.” he smirks knowingly.

“not too much of this for you then,” matt exhales and passes the blunt over to chris. “so who’s gonna be hosting this party if we’re all on the roof?” matt asks squinting at him while playing with the soft edge of his graphic tee shirt.

chris’ face hides behind the smoke he releases, “we have dontae and claire working tonight too, they know how to deal with shit. i’m not too worried.”

“cool, so nick has contradicted himself twice already tonight, what happened to ‘one of us three should always be keeping an eye out’?” matt questions.

chris shakes his head, handing matt the smoked down joint, “literally how am i supposed to know why that kid thinks the way he does?”

matt licks his lips with a smile at his brothers comment then goes to hit the blunt once more.

“but i do know you need trunks on asap, brother.” chris lifts himself up, feeling a little looser now that he’s quite faded, and begins to dig through matt’s backpack in the corner of the room.

“why the fuck are my trunks just casually in my bag?”

“i put ‘em in there knowing you wouldn’t listen when we told you to pack them.”

“because i’m never getting in the pool at a party, that sounds terrible.”

“you think everything sounds terrible,” chris rolls his eyes throwing the plain black swimming trunks at matt’s chest.

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“‘kay so the game is just called, “i dare you…” but we’re gonna play it like drink or dare,” chris explains before taking another sip of his pepsi (he’s attempting to ‘sober up’ before playing a drinking game). “assuming the crowd knows what drink or dare is..?” chris looks around to everyone to confirm. there’s quite a lot of people in the spacious hot tub: you and your friends, the triplets, asha, and two of the triplets’ friends nathan and cameron.

when everyone nods in understanding chris explains something about the order to follow and how to discard any used cards, but you only loosely pay attention. instead, your eyes keep an unfaltering stare on matt who sits across from you with the shadows of his face highlighted light blue from the water below and a warm amber from the outdoor lighting above.

he wears his hair messy and his signature silver chain that reflects in the water harshly. you find yourself focusing on his tattooed hands (large in proportion to the joint he’s just finished rolling), and his pink tongue that has slipped out a number of times to lick at the joint and secure its shape.

he’s so into his own task he hasn’t even acknowledged your presence really. somehow that bothers you and attracts you to him at the same time. his face is so neutral as well, it’s not easy to find matt without a resting bitch face and an foul mood to match.

you feel andrea’s hand guide up your back, carrying water in its trail. you still continue in your curious trance until she leans down to your ear, “don’t start drooling now.”

you immediately look up towards her (as she’s sat on the ledge of the hot tub, cautious of her new arm tattoo). she barks out a laugh and you try not to laugh as well, punching the side of her leg instead.

“what did i miss? what are we giggling aboutt?!” nick excitedly asks as he climbs into the hot tub and sits in the empty spot to the left of you. you turn and greet him with a smile and he immediately hands you one of the many beer bottles he holds, “here, take one, pass it down.”

“oh it was nothing, thank you.” you reply when handed the final bottle.

nick nods before swatting at chris who still stands in the middle of the hot tub, “kid, you can sit down now, i think we all got it.”

chris looks over to nick, “you go first then, nick. i’ll queue up a few songs.” he shifts a floaty that holds a set of cards in it towards nick before taking a seat next to erin (you can overhear him introducing himself even though your attention is on nick as he draws).

“who’s the bright one who chose a game with cards to be done in water?” nick jokes finally looking at the card.

“i’m sure you can guess,” asha laughs next to him.

you watch as nick’s face welcomes a large grin upon reading his dare. “okay…i’m reading this out loud, right?”

“i thought ‘we all got it’?” chris jokes and watches nick deadpan, “yes, nick just say it.”

“this one’s easy, ‘i dare you to make one of the group members crack a smile in less than a minute.’” nick adjusts himself to face nathan, “nate look at me.”

“oh come on nick, nate laughs at everything when he’s drunk.” matt talks despite his lips closing over the joint he’s just about to light.

“i don’t!” nate says before looking over to cameron, who elbows his side, making nathan giggle and cover his face. “no! for real, try me nick.” he adjusts his expression to be serious but just as nick opens his mouth to speak nathan explodes in sudden laughter causing the rest of the group to laugh as well.

even matt laughs into his arm as he passes the joint to remi, next to him.

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as the group continued playing the dares leveled in dirty extremity. asha nibbled on cameron’s ear like a hamster, nathan texted a friend asking to have a threesome, cameron licked sugar off of andrea (who very much enjoyed it), until finally it was matt’s turn.

matt’s been far more sociable and charismatic this entire time spent in the hot tub than you’ve seen him before. but you can’t tell if it’s the weed and alcohol or even just the fact that he’s surrounded by a group with some of his close friends that’s bringing this out of him. you’re shocked the only nagging he’s done was to break up a small argument between his brothers and of course make fun of you, mouthing “you scared?” after you denied hitting the joint for a second time. you mouthed back “no” and rolled your eyes at him but his playful smirk never left.

matt hangs his head and stifles laughter after reading his card, “i dare you to bend over backwards and let the rest of the group spank you, chose who’s best.”

“oh my god!” chris’ laugh is higher in pitch now that he’s extremely high.

“guys i really don’t wanna,” he sighs.

“matt, don’t be lame! you’ll be the first one who’s drinking,” asha encourages.

“fuck this game,” he mumbles under his breath before adjusting himself to lean over the hot tub, everyone laughing at the sight. it was fun to see matt so unserious for once.

after taking turns to hit matt’s ass, he decided the fourth person’s was the best, per his dare’s request, and nathan celebrates with a throw of his hands in the air.

remi then performs a trust fall with the person she trusts least in the group, cameron (who she told there was no hard feelings since they’d only met today), making it now erin’s turn.

she blushes at her card before reading aloud, “i dare you to give a lap dance to the hottest person in the group.” she bites her lip in embarrassment but nonetheless leans over to chris and requests a song in his ear.

chris smiles and taps his phone as erin adjust herself to standing. “this is gonna be hard to do in water,” she messes with her hair.

“you’ll be fine!” you encourage with a smile.

“alright, you ready?” chris looks up to erin and she nods in response.

body party by ciara begins to play sensually through the nearby speaker gaining a few “oouuu”s from the group.

what you don’t expect is for erin to lean herself in front of matt. and matt definitely doesn’t expect this either, but he’s not too mad about it.

“oh shitttt,” cameron grins, he and nathan occupied in their own awkward-laughing fit while watching with wide eyes.

she moves slowly and hovers matt in a straddling position to “grind” on him. you take a heavy sip of your drink while watching in an attempt to hide your odd feeling about this. it was like watching a car crash. you watch as matt’s eyes gaze up and down her body, not daring to touch her but unashamed of his attraction.

asha laughs and whistles in support when erin turns around to give matt a view of her ass. nick dramatically ducks behind you yelling, “i actually can’t watch this! oh my god!”

you laugh and to mess with him whisper, “don't worry, it’s over now.”

nick looks back and immediately goes back to covering his eyes and laughing with you, “you bitch!”

you look back to matt who tilts his head back with wide eyes and lips puffing out in humor. and finally, after it feels like the two have dry humped for hours, erin stands back up and bows. matt claps with a wide smile, everyone else joining in.

when erin sits down you look up to andrea who just stifles a laugh with a sip of her drink. “well how the fuck am i gonna top that shit?!” chris exclaims while grabbing a card.

“real question is how the fuck will matt recover from that?” you joke causing matt to look over to you.

“oh don’t worry about me, sweetheart. i’m sure i’ll recover fine. chris,” he lifts his head gesturing for chris to begin his dare.

your tongue travels along your teeth to stop yourself from ruining a good time with your confusing feelings.

“i dare you to give a hickey to the person to your left.” chris bites his bottom lip and blinks slowly before looking over to andrea who just smiles and playfully flutters her fingers at him.

“you’re cool with this right, ‘m not tryna make you uncomfortable or any-”

“chris, shh.” andrea says.

“'kay, where do you want it?” he smiles.

“let’s make this fun,” she adjusts her bikini top and presses her manicured fingers along her right breast, “right here.”

nick is extra dramatic when it comes to watching chris suck harshly on his new friend’s tit, “okay, why the fuck did we choose this game?!” he turns away.

when chris is finished andrea shows it off to the group as proof and pushes chris’ cocky face away with a laugh, “nice job, stupid.”

afterwards, andrea gets a dare to expose her search history with the group, which she does without a problem.

it’s finally your turn to pick a card. “i dare you to lick whipped cream off a person of your choice.”

“oouu who’s it gonna beee?” nick nudges into your side.

you look around the hot tub, wanting to pick someone unpredictable, “ashaaa, you haven’t had much to do yet?” you look over to the girl who now has wide eyes and a growing smile.

“okay, yeah let’s do it,” she shrugs. “nate could you go get whipped cream, please?”

once nathan’s back you move closer to asha and decide to put whipped cream on her shoulder. “it tickles,” she giggles when you lick the entire dollop off of her easily.

you both laugh and you lick your lips as you head back to your seat.

౨ৎ

after another round it’s finally matt’s turn again, he draws a card that reads: give a kiss anywhere, on the person you’d “take home to mama.”

matt slowly stands and rubs his chin with a devious smile. “ummm,” he draws out, giving multiple looks at everyone before he walks over and hovers over you. you’re shocked by your body’s ease when his wet hand lifts to hold your face and his lips connect to yours. the kiss isn’t sloppy, but rather needy. you were just getting used to the taste of the bitter beer he’d just been drinking when he pulls away and steps back, unfazed.

you blink and wipe your fingers around your lips as matt wipes a hand over his eyes while laughing to himself.

“mom, would love y/n,” chris adds, calling back to the initial dare that led to that stomach turning kiss.

“'course she would, she’s a fucking saint.” matt sighs.

you squint your eyes and tilt your head, “i wouldn’t say that…”

“yeah, shit, my bad.” matt spreads his legs across from you, “forgot you have that little tattoo. i’m sure you’re not such a good girl anymore.”

you’re fucking annoyed now. you hate that he thinks you're inferior to him in any way. “hey where’s that ashtray, chris?” you ask, adjusting your seated position.

“uh, here,” he reaches behind him and places it on the same floaty as the cards, along with the lighter.

“you guys are cool to keep going,” you say and take the abandoned joint in your hand to relight it.

matt watches in spiteful anticipation.

“take it slow, and hold it” andrea explains to you in a whisper, knowing you’d never smoked in your life.

erin begins her dare to prank call a customer service line and dirty talk them when you take a hit of the joint.

matt eyes never leave your bothered figure as you inhale and cause the tip of the joint to light a bright red. he can tell you’re trying to prove a point which makes it more amusing to him when your eyes begin to water after you shakily exhale and attempt to hold back a cough.

“don’t hurt yourself.” matt quips under his breath.

౨ৎ

the group hadn’t realized just how long they’d been in the hot tub nor how drunk they all are until they struggled to get out and back to the main floor of the warehouse.

though, lots of giggles and piggyback rides helped them all stay together as they traveled back, cold and still damp. all partygoers were gone at that point, leaving the warehouse empty yet a mess.

nick (being the self-proclaimed good host he is) led the mass of drunk people to the bathrooms and brought extra graphic tee shirts and sweatpants to change into from the many boxes of merch sold in their tattoo shop. the boys had insisted that everyone just sleep at the warehouse due to their abundance of couches and chairs and their fear in sending anyone home in an uber at close to 3 AM.

matt is throwing pieces of trash in a large black trash bag when you step out from the bathroom near the colorful kitchenette of the warehouse.

he glances up when you approach slowly, feeling yourself sobered up quite a bit after peeing and washing your face.

“hey,” his voice is rough in tiredness.

“hey, do you have any water over here?” you ask politely, your lips taste salty when you lick over them.

“in the fridge,” he replies, crumbling wrappers and adding to his bag.

you notice how red and puffy his eyes truly are now that you’re this close to him and in better lighting. you walk past him to get to the fridge, almost completely empty after a long-lasting and full party.

“are you sleeping any time soon?” you ask, opening the water bottle.

“i don’t know.”

“i can always help you clean this if you need me to.”

“‘m good.” he analyzes a glass bottle to decide whether it’s worth keeping.

you nod your head, “cool.”

“you should probably sleep.” matt suggests looking over to you.

“i think i can decide that for myself, thanks.” you drink more of your water.

“you’re right i can only suggest. i’m suggesting you to go to sleep. and if you do stay up i'd suggest you don’t spend your time talking to me.”

you finish off your water and move closer to matt, placing it in the bag. “you truly know how to piss a girl off.”

“it’s my specialty.” he whispers and looks over your face now that you’re so close.

he’s so fucking hot that it genuinely upsets you at this point. you just back up and turn to go find the couch andrea’s decided to sleep on.

“goodnight, sunshine.” he calls after you, going back to his cleaning.

you're not too far away when you hear the bathroom door open and once again matt is greeting someone, only when you look over your shoulder you see erin approaching and matt leaning on the island counter with a smile.

you turn the corner with irritation. and you find yourself in the unfortunate position of having a problematic crush on matt while wanting nothing to do with him at all.

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[paper-mario-wiki]

hello scout long time listener first time caller here I was aware you went to Japan to study but I didnt know you went to doushisha. I'm going there for a term of my study abroad year in the new year, do you have any recs for stuff to do / places to be social in the area

papa jon's cheesecake shop is right next to the imadegawa campus, EXCELLENT cheesecakes

once a month there's a flea market at toji temple, when my mom came to visit when i broke my leg she bought me a 200 year old konbu delivery box which i use to stash my weed now

shijo has a lot of really terrific world-famous brand stores like sanrio, pokemon (i think), Bathing Ape (and a few other fashion brands), and tons of restaurants and whatnot. check that out.

visit my apartment! i lived here for three years.

while you're nearby my apartment, check out ojamakan, a terrific used games store

while you're near ojamakan, check out fushimi inari taisha, the shrine with 10,000 gates!

spend some time in the kyoto botanical garden, it's one of my favorite places on earth.

take the train an hour south to nara, and feed the deer that walk straight up to you and bow (there are vendors who make and sell crackers to feed, usually something like 500 yen for a stack of them)

but also, spend plenty of time on the imadegawa campus. it's a really beautiful place.

[ohbo-ohno]

you said ghost lives to serve and i screamed at the top of my lungs how dare you. he never sits still in your shared home. constantly cleaning and upgrading and fixing so you don’t have to. it’s in his blood and his bones to serve in any way he can and now i’m sad🧸

wait i lied im not leaving i love this

ghost only knows how to serve - it's all he did in the military, and it's all he has left now. he genuinely doesn't know how to not serve someone. you're like a beam of light when he finds you - someone good and sweet and soft who he can help. he can offer to fix your ovens, he can help you by bussing tables when you're too busy.

you mention that a bird pooped on your windshield and when you leave the bakery at the end of the day your car is squeaky clean

you lament that your favorite shade of lipstick is about to stop production and ghost drives to every makeup store nearby and buys them out of their stock, offering them as a tip the next morning

you mention needing to find a plumber because there's a leak in the kitchen sink and he almost looks offended, leaves with his tea and come back five minutes later with a toolbox and gets to work

you complain about being stuck on the side of the road for hours waiting for roadside assistance after getting a flat tire, and he gives you his number, tells you you call me next time something like that happens, i'll take care of it for you. (catches himself just in time to not say i'll take care of you)

he comes to your house for the first time when you mention your broken doorbell. fixes it right up for you

he weeds your garden for you while you plant flowers - he's still only comfortable destroying, not growing. you bring him inside for a warm drink and tell him thank you, ramble on about how important weeding is for a garden, and you don't even realize how much it means to him

(also this ghost worships you in bed)

[ghouljams]

König, walking up to Bee’s house with like three jugs of Moonshine: What the fuck is this and why did I buy it off that nun?

König sets a jug of water in front of you. As if you're going to know what to do with it. You look up at him, he looks down at you. You look at the jug.

"What is it?" You ask, not sure he's going to come out and tell you if you don't.

"Moonshine," König replies. You frown, and pop the lever at the top. You sniff it and nearly gag, your eyes watering a little. König's eyes widen a little, like he hadn't been expecting that reaction and picks up the jug to inspect himself. You grab a shot glass from the cabinet and a coke from the fridge just in time to see König sniff the bottle and jerk it away from himself almost immediately.

You laugh and set the shot glass on the table, trading König the coke for the moonshine. He twists the cap off with ease as you pour yourself a shot.

"Where'd you get this? I didn't think there was a liquor store nearby." You settle the jug on your kitchen table, and eye the shot.

"A nun." You glance at König, sure you heard him wrong.

"A nun." You clarify. He nods.

"Ja, a nun," He gestures around his head, imitating a nun's habit. You... have honestly heard worse. Alright nuns with booze, you can get on board with that. You think you've heard of nuns growing weed, this seems tamer.

You grip the shot glass between two fingers and tap it on the table before tossing it back. God Damn it burns like nothing you've ever drank before. Save maybe the everclear you had in college. It's just a step better than drinking straight paint thinner. You cover your mouth to cough, setting down the shot glass and reaching to take your coke from König. He seems concerned, brows drawn together as you swallow down nearly the whole soda.

You finally set your chaser back on the table, and pour König a shot in the same glass. Whatever the alcohol content of this crystal devil is you don't know, but you can feel it making your head warm already. You push the shot towards König, his fingers positively dwarf the glass. You look away as he pulls his bandana down, you figure that's polite.

"How much did the nun charge you?" You ask, hearing the glass clink against the table, König's quiet swallow.

"Probably too much," He says without a hint of tremor in his voice, you ignore how that makes the heat in your head move south, "She was a very pushy nun."

[slippinninque]

🍬Sweet Tooth 🍫

Fontaine develops the sweetest addiction

Fontaine x blackfemreader

Content: fluff, crushing, cursing, mentions of smoking weed, long fic, ramblings, supersoft!fontaine maybe?

It was a way to get closer to you at first. You were a little skittish, but genuinely sweet in a way that was almost fascinating.

Every morning and every other afternoon he would run into you at the liquor store. Your arms filled with bags of gummies, chocolates, sour-stripes as you whispered a greeting to him as you slipped past him.

If speaking with others you knew, your melodic voice drifted over the rows of junk and juice until it hit him. Fontaine often lingered in a nearby section to listen to the clear ring of your voice.

He'd see you often walking the Glenn. You had a good, confidant stride but he hoped you carried some heat on you since he's seen you wandering at just about all hours.

He wanted to know who you were, what you liked besides all that damn candy and juice. Fontaine liked the way you laughed, he respected the easy banter you had with Frog and how you always happen to have a Milkyway waiting for the old head.

He spent weeks trying to figure out what the best way to approach you until it hit him one day at a red light.

"You got somthin' sweet?"

He was sure to ask the next time he saw you. Fontaine held his breath as you stilled, eyes darting around before settling in his face. He caught you when you down the street from the corner store, the sun just beginning to lay down for the evening.

"Um, do you like, um...gummy worms? Or-or maybe...here."

Fontaine held out his hand and you jerkily deposited a few Werthers hard candies into his palm.

"I hope they don't stick to your teeth, um, they're very nice lookin'," You cleared your throat before scurrying past him, "Haveagoodone!"

Watching you hurry off, Fontaine tucked the candy away for later as his mind wandered.

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As time moved on, the more Fontaine engaged with you the more at ease you became. Candy wasn't the only middle ground he could meet you at, turns out.

The day he asked to give you his number was the same day he smelled the horrible grass he caught you smoking during one of your encounters

"I don't care if I gotta meet you by a dumpster, call me and I'll come drop it off to you. Smokin' that shit like it's okay..."

You mostly had him meet you at the grocery store or when you're going for a walk in the park. These interactions quickly became the highlight of his bi-weekly schedule.

"I can give you a lift." Fontaine offered in a familiar fashion once the exchange was done, already knowing your answer.

"No thank you," You said, faithfully, "I like the walk."

"And how is the walk today?"

"I think there could be a few more clouds, but it'll do for now."

Fontaine tsked as he joined you in looking up at the sky, "I bet they're waitin' up ahead on you--I ain't gonna keep you, so here..."

He reached out slowly and while your eyes watched his every move, you didn't stop him. Fontaine pressed a few strawberry Creme Savors hard candies into your palm and folded your fingers down with his own.

"I don't know if you tried this flavor, but I saw 'em and thought you'd like 'em."

Fontaine gave your hand a gentle squeeze before leaving you to your evening walk. You stared after him and then continued on, just wondering how he was so spot on.

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Wasn't long after that when Fontaine came out the Coney to a bag of peppermint squished beneath his windshield wiper. It was then he knew the game was on.

He wriggled a long stick of Laffy Taffy in the spokes of your bike's wheels when he saw it outside the Post Office. You hung a bag of cotton candy from his sideview mirror while he was paying for gas.

Once you asked him with complete seriousness if he could hold something for you. Before Fontaine's mood clouded and he could ask what you've gotten yourself into you pressed a baggie of Frooties into his hand.

Fontaine stared down at it in shock. He only looked up when you could no longer hold in your snickers and started laughing into the crook of your elbow.

It felt good to play. Fontaine was already convinced that you had no angle, there was no game. You were a woman with a pretty smile and an iron stomach. It was then as he watched you take yourself out with your little prank, that Fontaine felt something right click into place.

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Fontaine is with his homies when a familiar urge rises. He began patting his pockets, looking for his phone to check the time.

"You good, man? I got a light right here is y'need it?"

Fontaine declined the lighter, "Nah, just want somthin' sweet now."

"You heading out?" Big Moss didn't look away from the game but wore a knowing grin, "Wouldn't mind it if ya brought back some backwoods..."

Specs tsk from the corner of the couch, "Y'all ain't gonna be happy 'till your lungs burn the fuck up huh? C'mon over to the papers man, they got aaaaalll sorts of flavors..."

"Paapers?"

Fontaine's focus was on his phone as he opened up a new message.

[Got a craving, you got sum sweet?]

Lil'Bit: [not yet but i'm on my way to get somethin'.]

He frowned at his phone and stood up.

"Gonna make a run real quick, I'll hit you up on the way back."

" 'Fo sho!"

Fontaine didn't wait for any responses, only grabbing out his keys and heading out. A quick little turn down a few side streets and he came up on the familiar sidewalk that he'd see you taking to the corner store. You turned at once when you saw the headlights but offered a wave when you recognized the car.

"Now what I say about walking around so late at night?" Fontaine narrowed an eye at you when you closed yourself up in the Grand Prix with him.

"Somethin' about you not preferring it, but what did I say about what you had to say?"

He grunted, "Somethin' 'bout you not particularly caring."

You aimed your smile down at your lap. Fontaine sighed and decided aloud that he couldn't stay mad at you.

"Witcho sugar addiction and all that, can't hold it against you too bad."

"You say that to me as of we don't be checking out at the same time with the same stuff!"

"My junk is more crunchy shit like chips and peanuts." Fontaine defended as he pulled up in front of the low-lit corner store, he enjoyed the sound of you fumbling to parry.

"Oh, so what about all the Chick-O-Sticks you owe me then, hm? "

Fontaine parked the car and looked at you as if you grew another cute nose next to the one already on your face. You stared back at him, growing more visibly curious at his silence.

"Oh, that wasn't me."

And with that, he got up and out the car. Fontaine didn't have to wait long to hear your yelp for him to wait up and explain himself, he just waited until you were fluttering out the car and fussing at his fib.

The best way to make you comfortable, he found out, was to rile you up. Nothing serious, and he did nothing that could honestly hurt your feelings. Little teases and prods to make you repeat yourself louder or to push back against his obvious bluffs.

As you reminded Fontaine of the several times he specifically asked for your mini Chick-O's despite him having the chance to get his own, you both browsed the shelves.

"I recall that happening differently," Fontaine sucked his teeth, "You looked at me and said, 'here 'Taine, I got these 'specially for you'. Probably 'cause I'm cool as fuck. "

"Did not ," you laughed, "And why'd you make me sound like an alien? Was that on purpose?"

The both of you went back and forth over the shelves. Fontaine grabbed the bag of gummy bears you were targeting, adding them to his arm-pile as you humpfed.

When Fontaine went for the peppermint sticks--you snagged them quick and batted your lashes at him innocently. He narrowed his eyes at you but you paid him no mind, grabbing a bag of plain-wave chips and trotting along.

After grabbing a few more essentials, you both went up to the counter. Fontaine watched you expectedly and you placed your bounty to be bagged and rang up.

"It's bad luck to let a lady pay for her Sour Patch Kids." Fontaine mumbled with all the seriousness in the world as he dug out his wallet.

"Y'know that's what happened to Tobias."

You rolled your eyes and humored him, "What happened to this Tobias-person?"

Fontaine handed a twenty to the cashier and turned to you with a straight face,

"Dawg let his lady pay for her nails and he woke up missin' a leg. Damn shame. Was gonna go pro' and everything..."

"Ooh, so you're just saying stuff now?"

"Girl, what you mean? I got nothing but the truth."

-----

"This is me."

Fontaine's brows lifted as he pulled to a stop in front of your home. A street he passed on the way to your regular drop-off, one you asked him to turn down for the first time of him knowing you.

It was intentional, being allowed to know where you were. Fontaine didn't take that lightly at all but it did make him very hopeful.

You gestured to the porch, "I wasn't gonna do nothing but sit on the porch and smoke, if you want to join. I have some iced-tea to bring out too."

There was a flare of excitement in his chest so great Fontaine had to tamp down his smile. There was a hesitance in your voice that made him want to reach for you.

"A'ight, bet."

He turned the car off. He gave you a head start and waited for you to open your front door and get inside before getting out himself.

He put the bags of snacks onto the low, wooden table in front of a porch swing of a similar fashion. As he made himself comfortable, he took in his surroundings. You faced an emptied lot of over grown grass and unruly trees, where there could have been a house.

If one were to walk in a straight line from your porch and into the bush. Fontaine knew a few streets beyond were your favorite corner store and the shawarma place he wanted to take you to.

The plants keeping him company varied from the long-vined and bushy-tipped. A small jungle that was could very well be ever growing, he'd bet you'd get chase into the house by bees often. There were no two matching pots and he could spy little figurines and statues of black fairies and cheeky gnomes peeking back him.

Fontaine imagined you on this porch and watching the clouds go past, popping gummy bears and sipping Arizona. Falling asleep beneath the growl of a storm, wrapped up in a throw.

"Sorry for the wait!"'

You gingerly backed out of the front door, a holding a tray with two glasses filled with ice and a pitcher of iced-tea. Fontaine chuckled when he saw a neatly rolled joint settled on an ashtray between the cups.

"This better be me." He said, pointing the blunt at you warningly. You scoffed at his tough-guy voice and made a point of snuggling, unbothered, into your throw.

Fontaine lit up and breathed in satisfaction. He knew his own product and was more than pleased to see you liked it enough to have it pre-rolled.

"Can I ask you somethin'?" He passed you the blunt.

"Of course!"

"How many cavities do you get?"

You laughed, used to the question, "I've had the normal amount, lets say that. I make my appointments, okay? I'm sure I paying for all the free floss and mini-mouthwashes there, anyway."

Fontaine snorted and accepted your offer of honey-glazed almonds.

"These are so good." you murmured, "Better than what they look like."

"Trick is that you gotta get 'em fresh." Fontaine winked at you, "This is the part you say, thank you 'Taine -- wit' yo' considerate ass' ."

"There we go with the alien voice again--is that how I sound to you?"

"Well, listen--not all of us can speak angel, a'ight?"

Your mouth dropped open and Fontaine actually winked at you. You choked on the laugh you tried to hold in and shook your head. No one would believe you if you told them Fontaine was so playful.

Yes, you knew about him and how explosive didn't even begin to cover how Fontaine could be. You've see him switch right before your eyes, dabbing up Junebug but glaring over his head at lingering unknowns.

Previous to him coming up to you and asking for some candy, like he wasn't the biggest man on the block, you believed that was all he was. Then again, you should have known better than to judge a candy by it's wrapper.

Now, you shared candied nuts and flirtations. Delicious moments where you found yourself hankering for more .

Conversation flowed as errant night-clouds grazed past the moon and you could swear you could smell rain. Open came the chips and candies, the blunt's cherry tip a ping-ponging third between you.

Worst movies ever seen, best albums ever heard. Places never gone and people you'd love to meet. Food preferences and how long is your 3-Second rule, really? Yes, you carried and no you had nowhere as many as Fontaine.

It was every little thing the both of you can think of, leading to big long side-tracks and deep dives. It only left you both wanting more to figure out.

The conversation lulled as you both listened to the cicadas and crickets that spoke up. It was quiet in your little pocket on the street and Fontaine could see why you liked sitting out so much.

He looked over at you. Your head lolled back and aimed up at the sky, a little smile on your face as you waited for the clouds to move out the way. Locs loose from the low pony tail now from your moving and the wind moved them in a way Fontaine ached most to do.

This was a sight he very much wanted to see again. He'd buy you every single Frootie in the nation if every night ended on a porch swing with you.

"Jus' beautiful."

"Hm?"

Above you, the cloud excused itself from in front of the moon and Fontaine was suddenly thrown in silver when you turned to look at him.

Moonlight glinted off his teeth as he grinned at your staring.

"The moon...is beautiful." You said to him, understanding and agreeing all at once.

Seeing Fontaine nestled in the porch swing, one foot down to rock you both--it made you feel...tender. It felt nice having Fontaine be there and the possibility of it all had you moving closer to meet him in the moonlight.

Fontaine moved closer in turn, not making you wait. His focus narrowing in your face as you both were close enough to touch.

He smelled so good up close and enamored with the freckle at the corner of your eye. Your hands found each other and just when you wondered if the moonlight could make you warm--it was gone.

As if a curtain fell shut, the moon was gone behind another cloud just as Fontaine placed one of the softest kisses you've ever received onto your slack mouth.

You both tried again, when you weren't caught off guard, and it was even better.

Fontaine kissed you, hand coming up only to brush his knuckles down the side of your jaw, your neck, to your shoulder. You put a hand to his chest and toyed with the hoodie strings hanging between you.

You were kissed and kissed and kissed again. Fontaine helping himself to more and more as if you were his delights in his candy dish. You returning soft noises of encouragement. It was an exciting thought, being Fontaine's favorite taste...

A rough vibration burst your bubble and you made an protesting noise when Fontaine hurried to silence it.

You put a hand over his, "No, no, its okay. I'm keeping you. You have your boys waiting for you to come back--they probably thinkin' something's wrong..."

Fontaine's nose bumped your as he shook his head, "I'm where I wanna be, trust....but you work tomorrow, don't you?"

It was true. The late hour was in danger of turning into morning but the thought of parting made you want to whine. Still, though, there was a better time and you wanted to savor.

You kissed him again and licked your lips to chase the honey flavor.

"Go and catch up with your boys," You said softly, "You can come see me tomorrow. The back porch will be better, it has a really nice hammock."

Fontaine visibly perked up, "Tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night." you affirmed, "I'll have something heavier than candy and stronger than iced-tea."

He hummed swayed closer still, "Well, I'll be sure bring you something sweet."

Fontaine was going to say something but his phone vibrated again. He grunted, annoyed, and you stood. Fontaine followed begrudgingly.

He helped you gather the chip bags, wrappers, and other trash into one of the plastic bags. Adding that to your tray, he watched you go back inside as he made his way down the porch stairs.

You came back to the door and waved as he pulled off, haloed by the light you turned on.

That image that followed Fontaine all the way back to the liquor store to get papers and a few more apologies for the homies.

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ending notes: this was a looooong time coming 🫣and I'm so sorry for the wait lol! this was good to come back to when I needed a lil' pick me up. I just wanted an excuse to have Fontaine eat some damn candy lol!🤭

Please let me know what you think and throw me some fluffy prompts of you feel like it! thank you so much for reading!

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(forgive me if I forgot anyone I love you I swear🙏🏾 lol)

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

From Helvete With Love

Summary: Euronymous' twin hippie brother is in town and up to cause some chaos! (Bear with me, I'll make it work!)

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader x Kappa

Word Count: ~1.8k

Content Warnings: Double Trouble Smut 18+!, You Don't Really Expect This To Have A Noteworthy Plot Do You?, Threesome (mfm), Spit Roasting, Hair Pulling, Subspace, Emotional Cheating, Implied Substance Use (Alcohol and Pot), Dub-Con Due To The Substance Abuse, Kappa Having Insane Amounts Of Audacity While Euro Is Kind Of An Asshole

A/N: I really hope the nonnie with the Threesome request from 2-3ish weeks ago sees this 👀 Also not proofread bcs I literally need to catch the bus to work in like 3 minutes.

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess

Cry

Who do you need? Who do you love

When you come undone?

Who do you need? Who do you love

When you come undone?

- Come Undone By Bad Omens

In a high pitched jingle, the little bell above the door indicated that someone had entered the record store but you didn't really bother looking up from the latest issue of Kerrang! magazine, your eyes busy with studying an oven-fresh Duff McKagan interview.

"You call that shithole a record store, huh?" A somewhat familiar voice asked in a cocky tone.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the person it belonged to and the snarky comment certainly had you raising your gaze towards the counter, shooting right towards the new visitor.

With a sleazy grin playing around his mouth, a well familiar face stared at you with strikingly blue eyes just like those of your boyfriend.

"Look what the cat dragged in…it's the hippie cunt!" You teased right back at the man that happened to be Øystein's twin brother, Kappa.

"Oh, mean, missy!" He scoffed and arched his brows in amusement.

"What do you want, trashbag?" You sneered, smiling at him while your eyes roamed over his features.

You only had met him on a few rare occasions but it never failed to befuddle you just how similar and yet dramatically different Euronymous and Kappa were. Polar opposites in everything but being terribly eccentric and pretentious jackasses.

"I'm in town and I thought to say hi to my brother, is he around by any chance?" Kappa inquired, leaning his torso against the counter whilst throwing you a borderline flirty smile.

"In the back." You nodded your head towards the bureau behind the countertop to gesture him the way.

"Thanks, sugar!" Kappa quipped whilst walking around the counter, heading towards the bureau.

"Fuck off, hippe." You beamed at him with a cheeky smile before lowering your gaze back onto the glossy pages of the magazine.

Neither of you had really been ready for the way this day played out after this seemingly innocent interaction. Everything started with a few guiltless beers at the pub nearby, maybe a few shots of vodka too and the occasional cigarette to go with tipsily firing neurons, craving one hit of serotonin after the other at this point. However, the nicotine in your bloodstream turned into herbally-pungent THC by the time the three of you arrived back at Helvete, sloppy steps scratching over the cold asphalt illuminated by cool-toned street lights. Of course, Kappa had brought some weed with him and neither of you held back in indulging in it to the point where your body felt like one buzzing cloud made out of cotton candy. At some point you weren't sure anymore whether the couch was actually a part of you or not as your weary eyes grazed over a scenery of crushed beer cans, shot glasses and scattered vinyls. The air around you was thick and heavy with the smell of alcohol and pot, the smog covering the record store in a white, translucent veil seeping into every last nook and cranny.

Your bloodshot eyes felt like simply fluttering shut and you could've sworn they did but you weren't sure of this at all. Did you black out for a moment or where did the memories go that would’ve explained how your train of thought got back on track again as you heard yourself breathing out a muffled moan?

"There she is! Got me worried there for a second, sugar." You noticed Kappa talking to you in a breathy tone from above.

The hits of information reached your brain one after the other in a violent flush of realization. You knelt on all fours, a soft mattress underneath your palms and knees swallowing up a good part of the recoil caused by your body being penetrated from both ends, Kappa in the down your throat and Øystein buried deep inside your oozing cunt, both their cocks fucking into you in a firm pace.

Pulling in all the air you possibly could through your nose, you reluctantly looked up to Kappa as you noted how sore your jaw felt with your lips eagerly wrapped around his girth, sucking him off like you never did anything else in your life. How the hell did you get here? The question burned inside of your racing thoughts but you tried to push it to the side as your gaze met with Kappa's, who was looking down at you with an unexpectedly warm smile.

"Don't worry, I got you, make sure you’re okay, hun." He whispered to you in a raspy voice as the hand, that wasn't grabbing fistfuls of your hair to guide your head back and forth over his throbbing cock, went to your cheek to give you soft caresses filled with affirmation.

"Good girl.", He praised, the tip of his hard on nudging against the back of the throat, "Øystein really lucked out with you as a girlfriend. You're funny, you're smart and hella pretty."

"Could you not?" It was now that you really took notice of your boyfriend behind you with his hands on your hips and his lap rocking against your rear in desperate thrusts.

"What? You gotta make her feel at least a little special right now." Kappa sneered back at his brother without ever taking his eyes off of you, practically hypnotized by the way his cock disappeared into your throat with every roll of his hips.

"I think I can do that very well on my own." Euronymous huffed, tightening his grip around your waist before pushing himself into you with such brute force that it nearly hurt.

You winced around Kappa's cock, a few wayward tears pricking at your lower lash line and his thumb wiped them away before they could even really trickle down your face.

"Issok, sugar. C'mon, close your eyes and enjoy yourself." His broad hand cradled your face and you trusted him, allowed yourself to.

"There you go…" Kappa cooed to you in a saccharine-sweet voice, hips rolling against your face in a steady pace, careful to not hurt or overstimulate you.

With that you let yourself go, adjusting to his rhythm while your mind rendered blank. You've never ever felt this filled up before and it was continuously bordering on the very fine line of being just too much for your body but instead of your actual boyfriend it felt like Kappa was guiding you through this, all his attention was on you and you only. Of course, he loved the sight of his cock slipping in and out of your mouth in wet, sloppy sounds, making him feel ready to burst at any minute now but he not once put his own pressure released over your well-being in this constellation. Quite the contrary to his brother who was railing into you at a merciless pace from behind, rendering your tightening cunt sore from within. In a way, he knew that he wasn't having the upper hand here anymore and in desperate, failing attempts Øystein tried to turn your attention back to him which only led to you being even more infatuated with the gentle yet firm ways of his brother.

Kappa put you in a headspace you've never experienced before and to say that this state was blissful oblivion would've been an understatement. Mixed with all the substances in your bloodstream, you felt yourself slipping into beautiful nothingness and just felt your body, felt Kappa's cock sliding down over your tongue again and again while he held your head by your hair, steadying you, making sure to not accidentally choke you with his girth. He made it known that he was here for you and it made your chest feel all warm and secure, a warmth that would shot right down between your legs in the very next second, making you clench down around Euronymous' cock in what turned out to be the first contractions of an orgasm that took you by surprise. You inhaled sharply as undefined moans and whimpers vibrated around Kappa's hard on which he only reluctantly pulled out of your mouth. While Øystein rode you through your orgasm, gradually losing himself in it, Kappa stroked himself off with a few quick pumps of his fists, spilling and splattering thick ropes of his seed right onto your face. With your entire body convulsing around your boyfriend one rouge thought escaped its prison and ran wild inside your mind. For a moment you couldn't help yourself but to wish that it was Kappa's cock you were cumming on right now. Your eyes shot wide open as a sharp pang of shame and guilt chased right after the orgasmic high.

"Dude, really?!" Øystein groaned behind you, drilling himself into your now utterly overstimulated pussy one last time before coming undone deep inside of you himself. You recognised how he filled you up with himself like so many times before but you couldn't pull any please from it right now, instead you stared back up to Kappa who was breathing heavily.

"What? I thought it to be a bit more decent than busting my load down your girlfriend's throat, no?" Kappa scoffed at his brother, lowering his hand down to your face again, gathering a dollop of his cum from your chin and smearing it just over your trembling lips, the tip of his thumb prodding against your mouth, leaving it up to you whether to open up or not. Entranced by the way his icy blue eyes were beaming down at you, you did just that, a part of you defiling your boyfriend for never taking care of you the way his brother did.

[moonlightsolo]

Could you do a Eddie headcanon about him being a twin girls dad?

i took this so far it’s so long but i’m in love w this

oh man when you tell eddie you think you’re pregnant…

he goes nuts

like looses his mind, in a panic “i can’t be a dad right now” kind of mental breakdown

i mean he literally has drugs everywhere in his bedroom???

he imagines a toddler chewing on a nug after finding his weed stash

but that’s just eddie’s overactive imagination

so he drives you to the nearby drug store to pick up a pregnancy test

then takes you back to his trailer

mostly since your parents are a little nosy compared to his laidback uncle

he waits in the bathroom while you pee on the stick

he’s clingy but he turns his head for your privacy

even if he’s seen your bits a million times

bc he’s a gentleman :)

you clean up and set the test on the counter to wait

he holds onto you, brushing his hand over your hair

he doesn’t take his eyes off of the test at all

literally stares at it

you don’t even know if he blinks

(he doesn’t)

the two lines appear and it makes his breathing stop

you literally hide your face in his chest as he leans forward to grab it

bringing it closer to really get a good look at it

“yep that’s two lines, baby. well- babies.” eddie chuckles

his joke makes you actually cry even more

his hand comfortingly rubs your back, putting the test down to grip your chin

he pulls your tear filled face up to look at him

“hey, hey, hey… everything will be okay. it’s fine. it might be hard but we got this.”

he’s kinda teary eyed too

his words make you weep even more

face screwing up in the worst ugly crying face ever

he giggles at you but wipes your tears away

and boops your nose n kisses your forehead

the first appointment is a few days after finding out you’re pregnant

and you find out you’re farther along than you thought

the baby already has a heartbeat already

eddie holds your hand throughout the whole process

he hides his face in the crook of your arm

his tears wetting your skin which makes you use your free hand to brush through his hair

“so if what i’m seeing is correct, there’s definitely two.”

“two what?” you snap

“two babies, ma’am.”

eddie’s face shoots up, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at the screen

the doctor pauses the ultrasound on an image where two blobs were clearly visible

“holy fucking shit.” he breathes out and looks up at you with giant eyes

the dr sends you both home shortly after with a whole sleeve of pictures

eddie is overly protective of you, always wanting to be by your side no matter what

especially at school!

you both decided to keep them a secret since you’ll both be graduating before you give birth

a few months in, your belly is a little hard to hide unless you wear extremely thick baggy clothes

and it’s almost summer and you’re pregnant so you’re constantly sweating your ass off

eddie offers for you to wear his clothes, especially his leather jacket which is much more airy than a sweatshirt

so you sport his badass leather jacket around school and outside of school

in private, eddie loves to see your belly

he always comes around to rub it and give you a few smooches

he talks to the babies, asking how their day is going

he loves to bend down in front of you to kiss your bump

eddie is also your personal chauffeur and practically lives with you at your house

thankfully your parents love him to death so they allow it

as long as the door is cracked during the night

which doesn’t stop any shenanigans bc eddie is just always a horny bastard

anyway- you go to the doctor to find out the sex

and it’s two baby girls

you freak tf out and so does eddie

he’s ecstatic like jumping and hollering in the doctors office the whole way out

“i’m gonna be a girl dad! i’m gonna be a girl dad!”

when you’re finally outside of the doctors office, he spins your body around and hugs you so tight

and kisses your face everywhere

he always praises you and compliments you

“you’re so beautiful” “i love you so much” “god you’re such an amazing woman” “fuck you feel so good sweetheart”

so you finally tell your parents with him by your side

they’re very supportive, and already had an idea that you were

the next month, you graduate!!

you and eddie throw a huge graduation party in your backyard

also this is where you break the news to your friends

you’re wearing a tight-fitting white dress that obviously showcases your bump

and when you open the door their eyes go wide and they look down

“oh my sweet, sweet nephew!” robin drops to her knees to rub your belly

“nieces.” you giggle out

“oh my! my nieces!- wait what?! PLURAL?”

“when did this happen?” steve questions since he remembers seeing you just last week and you definitely weren’t pregnant.

dustin was stumped, just staring at you and eddie being all lovey with each other and his hand rubbing over your belly occasionally

eddie declared dustin the built in babysitter

“oh no no no. i am not changing your kids diapers.”

“i’ll be the babysitter!” robin butts in, “and dingus over here can help.” she elbows steve in the side

the rest of the hellfire club already kind of knew since you stopped showing up to meetings and eddie had made up various excuses for you

“she has the stomach flu” “nah, she has a cold” “she’s got cramps” “can you guys just stop fucking asking me where MY girlfriend is? jesus fucking christ”

they’re theorists anyways so they came to the conclusion you’re pregnant and that’s why eddie is so stressed

you and eddie decide to take a gap year to take care of the kids since you’ll be having them in the fall

summer goes by, and you’re six months pregnant and freely walking around with your bump on show

everyone around hawkins gossips bc eddie the freak knocked someone up

neither of you care to listen to the rumors bc you both know even if these babies were accidentally made bc the pull out method failed-

they were still made from love

you’ve started to get your room ready for them

two cribs, and a bunch of baby clothes and blankets

your parents agreed to let eddie stay with them until you both could afford to move out on your own

your third trimester came up fast

and soon your eighth month was just around the corner

your belly is huge, literally hurts to even stand from the two almost full term babies sitting in your uterus

you would cry about how big you are, that you’re a whale and hate your body while staring at yourself

but eddie would slide between you and the mirror and would kiss your body everywhere while whispering sweet nothings about you

“you’re such a strong woman” “i love you so much” he hugs you so tight and kisses you so hard it makes you swoon and forget what you were just talking about

you literally look like you’re about to pop at any moment

and you do

in the middle of the night, you get up to use the bathroom for the millionth time

and your water breaks while you’re washing your hands

holy mother fucking shit

it’s happening. ITS HAPPENING!

you calmly wake up eddie to let him know what’s going on

which literally sends him into a frenzy

he gathers all of your things, like your packed bag and helps you get changed into clean clothes

“how are you so calm? are you in that much pain? are you okay? seriously, are you okay? jesus fuck-!”

his panicking makes you laugh because you feel fine right now

you wake up your parents to let them know you’re going to the hospital, telling them to stay and listen for the phone

once in the hospital though, your contractions hit you like a freight train

eddie has calmed down for your sake

he’s holding your hand as you breathe heavily through the pain

thank god the anesthesiologist comes to give you an epidural

they ask eddie to leave the room since thats standard practice

he puts up a fight but you literally tell him to get tf out

which kind of hurts his feelings but he knows you’re in pain

when he returns, you’re laying back in bed with a dopey smile on your face

“i’m sorry for yelling at you, i just really, really, really needed these meds.”

he can’t help but smile, tears in his eyes from working himself up into a tizzy

a few hours, many naps and spoonfuls of crushed ice later

it’s time to push

everything happens so quickly

the bright lights, the labored breathing and pained grunts coming from you

he hates to see you hurting

eddie continues to wipe your forehead with a damp and cool cloth, urging you to keep going

whispering sweet, motivating things to you

telling you how strong you are, how he’s so proud of you

and then the ear piercing cry comes from your first baby

it sends him into a whirlwind of emotions

she’s laid on your bare chest and you can’t help but stare at her in shock

when you make eye contact with eddie, he has his fist pressed to his mouth to muffle his sobs

then more contractions roll by and the baby is taken from you to get weighed and such so you can push for the second time

barely having enough time to come down from the shock of one baby, another wailing one is laid on your chest

“oh my god. oh my god.” you sob out, body shaking from the adrenaline coursing through your veins

eddie smooths your sweaty hair back, kissing your forehead as he holds onto your face with his other hand

“oh my god im so proud of you, baby. you just fucking gave birth, holy shit.” he rambles out.

he repeats he loves you about a million times

when he gets to hold them for the first time, he instantly falls in love

you can’t help but snap a polaroid picture to save this memory

he’s literally a father of these beautiful babies he has made with you

one is named is aurora rae munson

rory for short :)

the other is cordelia rose munson

cory for short!

you get cleaned up and the babies gets a little sponge bath

done by the nurses who offers eddie to help which he does

your parents come see them and check on you, and then your friends start showing up

dustin, steve and robin walk in first

they bring you a bouquet of flowers which makes you cry

the boys are surprisingly both naturals at holding an infant

like dustin literally doesn’t want to give rory up

robin is nervous, questioning every little thing the baby does

steve asks to hold cory next which literally makes your heart ache

robin sits on your bed by your feet and talks to you about the whole birthing process

obviously she asks if you’re doing okay

which you’re doing just fine

they continue to comment on how they’re both the cutest babies they have ever seen

they’re like the perfect mix of you and eddie with a head full of thick hair

then the trio leaves, mike and nancy replacing them

mike refuses to hold either of them

he honestly just seems a little freaked out

nancy gladly takes the opportunity and she instantly puts them to sleep

you made a mental note to have her babysit in the future

around two days later, it’s finally time to leave the hospital

the babies are wearing their custom hellfire club onesies and are swaddled in their hospital blankets.

rory is wearing a black beanie and cory has red on

they both get clipped into their car seats and away you all go

you’re grateful that they’re pretty calm

barely waking up in the middle of the night for food

seeing eddie holding them as he rocks in the rocking chair in the corner of your room

literally makes your heart melt

he’s seriously the best dad ever

always getting up to get them for you when they cries at night

the one time cory started crying nonstop

you both tried everything

diaper change, bottle, boobies, walks around the house. nothing worked.

so eddie started playing a soft tune on his guitar to see if it would help

it quickly shut her up and put her right to sleep

you and eddie cried from relief

so it became a nightly routine

eddie would play his guitar for his girls, humming the lyrics to the slowed song

they would instantly close their eyes and then he’d cuddle you in bed until you fell asleep

life truly couldn’t get any better

[starfxkr]

a week in the girls outfits: pup

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monday: john b set her up with a job but she fuckin sucked. left halfway through during her lunch break because she was "bored" and didn't like it. john b caught her eating cheese sticks at a nearby spot and just sighed and took her home.

tuesday: time to be that unemployed friend on a random tuesday! spends her day on the beach eating ice cream and giving ppl tarot readings $20 a pop. stops by the store to pick up some fruit so none of the pogues "get scurvy" and her shorts are so tiny everyone was looking when she bent over. john b gave her the bandana to clean her face one day and now she rarely takes it off.

wednesday: spends the day helping john b look over maps but has an eerie feeling the whole time so she gives him a reading. it was bad and she told him to stay home, surprisingly he listened because her readings are always accurate. instead they spend the day doing more research.

thursday: they actually go out on the boat this day, she comes halfway through because she was running errands with pope and they got caught up, packed sandwiches and wears john b's shirt + a hat she got from kitten. embroidered her own shorts because they were patchy and falling apart. spent the whole time freaking everyone out because "year 8 is a dangerous time to be on water."

friday: jj got her a job this time and she's completely under qualified but she also doesn't have to do anything forreal. it's at a local african shop that sells shea butter and horny goat weed where she just answers the phone and tells people the alkaline water is back in stock, there's only 2 other employees who do more than her. showed up in overalls and a top she made out of an old scarf and nobody cared. gets to eat on the clock and is paid under the table so she gets her money that day. she likes the job.

saturday: its a kegger and shes geeked. she got a pair of earrings from her new job and then promptly quit and john b's irked, she doesnt care because she looks cute and plans on getting drunk!!! has to tell john b to be careful because he likes to grab her by her belt loops and he keeps goin for her waist beads.

sunday: she's hungover as hell so she pigs out and sleeps in the bed with john b all day not like he's complaining. perpetually walks around without panties and he gives up on telling her to put some on because he can just slide her shorts to the side and fuck her right there.

[whiskyanndboots]

Brutal

Summary - "Dean, I care about our relationship way too much just to be your South Dakota good time while you're in town"

Pairing - DeanxReader - Platonic!BobbyxReader

Warnings -Angst, infodump for upcoming series, tension, no editing once again

Slight continuation of SNAP

Meeting Bobby Singer had changed your life entirely, he and Rufus had saved you and two co-workers from a vampire attack after several Friday night margaritas. Your co-workers were happy to forget it had ever happened, even denied it after awhile, you however couldn't let it go. You'd researched every single thing you could about vampires, your brief encounter helped you weed out the impossible from the highly probable. 

You call it some kind of early midlife crisis, you had regularly taken time off your job to track down victims of possible vampire attacks. You are well aware how unhinged that was, you even had the crazy person map on the wall with thread attached to markers detailing all the possible vampire attacks in the area you'd been able to find, colour coded and everything. 

You decided since you weren't actively looking to interact with any vampires, just gathering information tor curiosities sake that you were safe. 

The next 4 months you were practically obsessed and while on one of your solo road trips you found a lead in Colorado that lead you to another in New York. You had stopped in the small town of Sioux Falls for the day to rest before driving more. Seeing one of the men that had saved you in the aisle of a grocery store buying beer and hamburger helper was so unexpected you almost ran into a coca cola display. 

He had ducked his head when he'd recognised you, he had rushed the cashier when you'd gone to talk to him anyway and he'd started speed walking to his car when you dumped your things and followed him out. 

Bobby Singer was not happy when you told him what you'd been doing if the "Are you out of your goddamn mind?!" was anything to go by. 

You'd told Bobby you weren't hunting, god no, you just wanted to know about this hidden world inside the one you thought you knew. You'd showed him the journal of vampire facts you'd written, which he immediately pointed out two wrong things you'd thought were correct.

He'd rubbed a hand down his face and stared for a moment. Then he asked how old you were, what you did and if you were married, children, basically everything about your life. He'd quickly realised you weren't going to be convinced into going home or letting this go so he begrudgingly told you his address. 

Right there in a Sioux Falls grocery store parking lot started your unlikely friendship.

You turned up at Bobby's the next morning and he grumpily educated you on vampires and let you have free rein of his extensive library so you'd go and leave him "the hell alone". Three weeks later, you'd quit your job and moved to Sioux Falls, you got a job at a tavern and rented a room nearby, you'd visit Bobby on weekends, sometimes even weekday afternoons. 

You'd never said you weren't impulsive or that you weren't escaping your old life. 

Around six weeks later you were living in Bobby's spare room, he'd said "Why are you wasting money on that shithole, I've got a room upstairs as along as you don't plan on annoyin' the crap outta me", you moved in and realised Singer Salvage was a mess on the business front. You'd spent your days researching monsters, trying to learn ancient languages which was as hard as it sounds, and organising Singer Salvage's inventory and sales. You'd quit your bar job when you'd started making Bobby money and he decided you were now his receptionist, both for hunters and the junk yard. It made it all more believable when you picked up and 'transferred' calls to your boss when cops called.

You'd later learn why Bobby was so willing to take you in. 

One night in late July, not long after you'd moved in, you'd both had a bit to drink and you built up the courage to finally ask Bobby about an old polaroid you'd found of himself and two young men. He'd told you about Dean and hell, how Sam's been of the grid ever since he died. Bobby had lost the two men he'd considered sons and you were filling some kind of void for him though he'd never admitted it, he wanted some companionship.

It was for the first time you really understood the sadness and loss that came with hunting, Bobby had many friends, not many close, but no family. 

The more time you spent with Bobby the soft spot you immediately had for him became ten times it's size. You learnt to cook more, he complained about the healthier things, but the guy had to watch his chloestrol. You cleaned when he was away and catlogued his never ending junk yard of parts and cars to sell. You still remembered the look on his face when you pulled out $2500 in cash you'd gotten on a day trip you'd taken to sell his stuff after he'd told you this 'junk wasn't worth that much". Problem was Bobby knew where every artififact, weapon, rare herbs and weird stuff was in his house, but he couldn't remember all the things he had buried out back amoungst the rusted out steel. 

Google had turned you into a parts expert, the only rule he had was to make sure he didn't need it and not to let any buyers here, public exchange only. 

It was an oddly simple life considering Bobby's profession. You became receptioinist for Singer Salvage by day and various FBI and Department of whatevers assistants in the shadows,he'd taught you how to answer phones while he was gone, what to say to keep the hunters out there covered and what kills what so you could help any hunter who called when he wasn't around. You were no Bobby, but you were getting better. 

Bobby had decided a beat up 1970 Chevy Chevelle was going to teach you all things cars, told you that you should know how to do things on your own, this one wasn't going so well, honestly Bobby had done most of it while you watched and admittedly zoned out for majority of it. 

The only thing Bobby wouldn't do was let you hunt. That was a hard, solid line and you did not mind in the slightest, you'd had to help on one salt and burn once when Bobby needed and that was enough. Monsters, ghosts and demons in theory were interesting, the reality of it you could miss. 

Bobby's drinking had you more worried than any supernatural creature did, you enjoyed the occasional alcoholic beverage, but the empty bottles you'd fine some mornings that weren't there when you went to bed worried you, but he would snap if you ever pushed. You were planning on a more subtle intervention.

You'd gone to a friends wedding in September and returned to absolute chaos of a resurection and an apocalypse. Bobby wanted you to pack your things and leave, you refused. You now wondered if that choice was a huge mistake. 

That was the first time you'd met Sam and Dean Winchester. 

It felt like a lifetime ago. 

It was February now and they'd missed both Christmas and New Years, you'd forced Bobby into swapping gifts on Christmas and by gifts you meant a bottle of scotch and some skincare gift pack Bobby must have grabbed at the grocery store, which strangely made you feel warm inside. 


You, Sam, Dean and Bobby were now sitting on Bobby's front porch and had been for the last few hours, just talking, it was nice considering how intense things had been for the last few months.


Sam and Dean had been through alot with the snippets Bobby had told you, despite how very much involved you were Bobby was still keeping it vague with what was going on out there. You'd heard them talking about a demon named Alistair, Lilith, Angels and Seals when you had turned on the shower and snuck out to listen to what they were talking about when they thought you couldn't hear.

Lilith. 

She hadn't come for you, it'd been months. Your rescue from her demon minions was miraculous and you'd been living on the edge ever since, Lilith had said she needed you for something, you have no idea what. 

You laughed loudly with everyone at Bobby's story about a hunt with Rufus, you were pleasantly buzzed after a few vodka limes on this particularly hot afternoon. You liked when Dean and Sam came, especially when you had moments like this, moments when you could pretend the apocalypse wasn't looming over you all. 

You stood up asking if anyone else wanted another drink with an all around yes. You said you'd get some snacks too.

Three days ago when Sam and Dean arrived was the first time you'd seen Dean since the motel room incident two months ago. Some nights you couldn't sleep thinking about that night, just rolling around unable to get comfortable or relaxed because you couldn't stop relieving the way Dean's hands felt on your skin, how his mouth felt against yours. 

Neither of you had brought it up again, just like you'd asked. 

You opened the refrigerator pulling out some cheese, dip and salami and crackers. The first time you'd made a glorified cheese platter for Bobby he'd scrunched his face up at 'this fancy crap' you'd stared at him incredulously, 'fancy? It's lazy dinner'

Now he's a cheese platter fiend, not that he'd admit it. You regularly drink beer on a Saturday afternoon eating too much cheese and breadsticks while watching football or reality TV.

"Want some help?" Dean's voice startled you, you turned around from cutting salami to see him leaning in the door way. 

"No, I'm nearly done, do you want your beer?" You asked grabbing a bottle from there fridge and holding it out towards him to quick not to be obviously nervous. 

Dean pushed off the doorway, his eyes moved down your body as he crossed the room, so brazenly, you were immediately off kilter. The tank top and denim shorts suddenly made you feel suddenly bare.

You wouldn't let him know, you wouldn't show him how much he rattled you. You were an adult for god sake, why did he make you so nervous and stupid? he never used to. 

You'd been lulled into a false sense of security, you weren't sure if it was going to be awkward when you watched the Impala roll up the driveway, but to your great relief Dean was completely normal, he was even back to his old self and wasn't treating you like you were cotton wool.

The blatant way he was checking you out caught you off guard, It had to be the alcohol you'd all consumed.


He took the bottle from your hand and you quickly turned back to the food you were getting ready, you took a swig of the vodka you'd made yourself to calm down.

You had to get a grip on yourself. 

"I'll be out soon" You said without turning around. You just had to get this ready and go back out and continue drinking, eating and laughing, no issues.

"You been doing ok, feel like we haven't talked?" Dean asked from behind, damnit he wasn't leaving.

He was right, you'd found yourself alone with him two days ago while you were making some tweaks to the Chevelle, you were about to get Bobby to check it over, you weren't an overly confident home mechanic without him yet. 

"She not running?" Dean's voice made you jump. 

"Jesus, Dean" You huffed holding your chest.

"Bit on edge there (Y/N)" He laughed "What's going on?" He peered under the hood beside you. 

"Making a weird noise, I think something is loose and vibrating on the engine, I'm pretty sure it's here" You pointed, looking at Dean for assurance.

“Can I have a look?" Dean questioned raising his eyebrows. 

"Sure" You smiled easily moving out of his way.

Dean leant under the hood and peered into your engine bay "Can you turn her on?" 

You moved to the front seat and turned the key until you heard Dean yell to stop. You jumped out and came back to stand beside him.

"Very close, looks like that one, but it's further back" He strained leaning further in and gestured "Over here" you peered over his shoulder. 

"We can get this apart and tighten it up this afternoon, won't take long" He smiled widely. 

So you did, well mostly Dean did while you watched.

"There' Dean grunted twisting the wrench into place. 

You were suddenly very distracted by Dean's arms, he was pulling on the wrench, tan skin bulging as he pulled it tighter, his grey t-shirt was straining against the size of his arm, Dean was talking and you realised you weren't listening when he raised his eyebrow. 

"Sorry, what?" Pull yourself together 

Dean repeated himself looking at you and the car to make sure you understood. He was so unaffected, ofcourse he was, Dean would've been with plenty of women on the road since you last seen him, you're such an idiot. You just needed to avoid direct eye contact and get through the next few days. 

"Should be good as new" Dean said as he finished putting everything back together "Start her up" 

You did as he said and naturally there was no more weird noise. 

'Thanks, Dean " You smiled genuinely "saved me alot of time and taught me something new"

"It's all good, I needed to get out of the house, there's only so much Sam and Bobby talkin' ancient languages and lore I can take" He wiped his hands off with a rag, once again the movement made his arms bulge, all that thick muscle not from a gym, from hunting because he was strong, you knew first hand how firm he was. 

You glanced up and see Dean looking straight at you, you felt your cheeks heat up from embarrassment and swallowed quickly moving to shut the hood of the car, Dean was still watching you with an unreadable look on his face. 

Suddenly that familiar feeling of being too close came over you, you could feel the warmth of his skin and you weren't even touching.

"Should get back inside" You said quickly.

"Yeah' He answered, his voice suddenly deeper. You looked back at him and you did not like the change in demeanour at all.

You really wish you never opened this can of worms. 

"Yeah there's been alot going on, I've been good, Bobby and i have had a couple of hunts, he wants to lay low for the most part" You answered. 

Dean leaned onto the counter beside you, his posture was relaxed, but his brow was pinched. You turned to look at him, you nervously licked your lips, Dean's eyes shot down to the movement, copying it himself. You knew if there was any shot of forgiveness with Jo, you could never ever do what you did again, you hadn't meant to the first time.

"You? Alot more going on out there than here, I'm sure" You tried to keep it light while you distracted yourself with placing cheese cubes.


"Nothing new so far, just your regular end of the world stuff" he'd answered with a tired sigh, a pained look flashed across his eyes which was gone just as quickly. 

You smiled weakly with the corner of your mouth and opened a pack of crackers. You were sure it was much more complicated.

"So tell me" He began fake casually after a short silence, your body tensed at his tone.

"You going to be weird around me all the time now?" He continued. 

"I'm not being weird" You replied quickly. 

"You're being weird right now" Dean's grin was teasing, definitely beer spearheading this conversation. He was also right, You and Dean had an easy connection that had been strained since that night in the motel. 

"I'm fine Dean, really" You answered, probably a little too reassuringly. 

"You won't even look at me anymore" 

You sighed deeply and tilted your head to meet his gaze raising your eyebrow. You had never let any man make you feel this jittery, you weren't going to start now. He's just Dean, a man.

You turned back to finish what you were doing, Dean chuckled, you could feel his eyes on you, this had to stop now.

if Dean wanted to talk then you'd talk.

"What are you doing, Dean?" You turned to face him fully trying to keep your voice casual.

"What are you doing, (Y/N)?" He countered grinning, like this was a game.


You frowned confused, you were ignoring this thing exactly like you were supposed to. Dean chuckled looking down for a second shaking his head.

"You tell me you want to forget what happened and then you keep looking at me like you want to jump my bones" He stared at you, you were making a huge bold mental note not to be alone with Dean when he's been drinking all day because apparently his already huge balls got even bigger.

"I do not" You whispered, eyes wide, looking at the door making sure no one was there "I meant what I said" you insisted.

"Why?" He asked suddenly serious. 

"Why?" You repeated incredulously 

"You want to" He stated. You could tell Dean Winchester didn't get rejected very often, you could see why too. That cocky grin, that handsome face and playfulness that you knew would show you a good time. 

"Really, cause it sounds like you're trying to convince me" You raised an eyebrow keeping your tone just as playful. He laughed sliding closer to you.

“Dean, we had a fight, that got out of control, thats all" You continued. 

"Sweetheart, I have fights with people all the time and they don't end like that, unless they started like that" Your heart was thumping in your chest, it hadn't started like that though, it really did catch you off guard. You and Jo were on shaky ground as it was, but almost back to normal after months of trying to fix what happened. 

"Look Dean we work together, we're friends, Jo is my best friend, there's a whole apocalypse, it's just messy" You finished making your snack platter intent on leaving this kitchen. 

"Jo?" He questioned, in your panic you'd slipped up. 

"Is that what this is about?" He leaned in closer towards you.

"No" You said quickly. 

"(Y/N), Jo is like a little sister to me, nothing's going on with us, nothing has even been going on" His face was full on reassurance, but you felt none of it. Your heart broke for Jo, little sister, ouch. 

You crossed your arms with a sigh and turned to face Dean, your face hard you needed a final blow. 

"You know Dean, I really didn't take you for a guy who needed to be told no twice" Even as it left your mouth your stomach was turning in knots. 

Dean's face feel and all playfulness and flirting was gone. 

"(Y/N) I didn't-" He looked so upset with himself.

"It's fine, really" you interupted "Dean, I care about our relationship way too much just to be your South Dakota good time while you're in town" You tried to make light of the situation.

"You're not just a good time" Dean looked insulted.

"Yeah, I'm a pain in the ass too, I know" You smiled trying desperately to get this conversation over.


"Right" He ran a hand over his mouth clearing his throat and looked away. A heavy silence fell over the kitchen.

You felt awful, but you were honest, you didn't want to be another notch in Dean Winchesters bed post. 

"You two good?" Bobby’s gruff voice startled the both of you. 

"Yeah" You both said unconvincingly at the same time. 

"Here, I'll take that for you" Dean grabbed the platter and his beer and disappeared through the doorway. 

"Should I be worried about that?" Bobby asked from behind you as you were gathering the beer for the rest of you from the fridge. 

"No" You scoffed, guilt still churning in your stomach.


"Dean's a good man, you know I love him like a son" Bobby continued.

"God, Bobby i'm not trying anything on Dean" You pleaded.

"Dean isn't the kind of guy for you (Y/N)" Bobby took his beer from your hand. 

You were surprised, that wasn't what you were expecting. 

"A hunter isn't the kind of man you should be going after" he clarified "It'll be nothing, but heartbreak or death at the end of that road"

"It's ok, Bobby. Don't worry, we're just friends" You patted his shoulder.

There was very little chance of Dean ever making a move on you again, so you weren't worried either.



[bewarethegrim]

Punk Steve but it's my random thoughts and it goes real off topic real fast:

After Nancy breaks up with him, Steve feels lost and untethered. He ends up in a shitty dive bar where a band called "Bad Brains" is playing. In that moment Steve falls in love with the punk scene.

No one there looked like they were trying to fit in, even with each other. The music was fast, loud and angry. He fucking loved it.

It started with a leather jacket. He found it at a thrift store, tired of the polos and khakis. On impulse, he grabs some paint and spikes from a craft store nearby.

He paints two spiked baseball bats on the back, crossing in an X.

One night, bored, he grabs a pair of scissors and cuts his hair. His hair was such a symbol of who he was, who he didn't want to me anymore. He cut the sides down and then shaved them with his razor. He kept the rest long, but he used his Farah Fawcett spray to make it messy instead of perfect.

A lip ring, a nose ring, and eyebrow piercing and rows of ear piercings follow. The only thing he doesn't get are any tattoos.

Billy Hargrove watches these changes from the side with a critical eye, convinced Steve is a poser. It's not until Billy runs into Steve at the Dive bar where Steve first heard Punk that Billy realises that maybe he was wrong. Steve seems to know everyone there, and they all seem to welcome him happily.

Billy tries to awkwardly apologise for beating the shit outta him a few months back, but Steve shrugs him off. He says "I get how it looked, and I can take a beating. But what you did and said to Lucas? That was fucked up."

And Billy wants to curl up in shame. Under all the spikes Steve has the most disappointed mom look.

And Billy knows that Steves right. His anger at Lucas was misplaced with his anger with his dad and his situation.

So Billy stalks up the Lucas at the arcade one day, and stares him down, noting with admiration when the younger boy doesn't back down.

"I'm sorry about that night." He says, stilted. "There are enough racist assholes in Hawkins, my old man included. Shouldn't have to deal with general assholes, too. Just don't let him catch wind of you and Maxine, got it?"

And Lucas looks shocked. But he nods and walks back to his anxious looking group of nerds.

After that, Steve actually approaches Billy. He asks for music recommendations at first, mostly. But that turns into asking if he wanted to come to shows, and just hanging out.

Eventually, Steve meets Robin at Scoops. His piercings are all out now, and his hair is growing out (at his parents insistence.) But he still wears his spiked jacket over his stupid scoops uniform with his black doc martens.

And Billy isn't jealous. He tells Heather that every time she claims he's "sulking" when Steve shows up with his pack of nerds at the pool, Robin often in tow now, too.

And when Billy hits something in the road, his gut instinct is to call Steve. And Steve doesn't laugh like he thought he would, he tells Billy to get back in the car and drive . And Billy listens. He gets his ass back in the slightly busted Camaro and speeds to the Harrington house where he promptly breaks the fuck down because what the fuck did he just see?

And Steve explains it all to him (Billy understands the nail bat now). And just like that Billy is apart of the Hawkins defense squad.

After the mindflayer (his dad is killed in the process, Billy counts that as a major win) he moves into the trailer park, Susan and Max living next door. That Munson kid lives across the road, and so Steve comes to his place more because he has better access to weed and other drugs.

Steve finds it hilarious when Munson introduces himself to Steve. Steve who's piercings are back in, hair recut and dyed bright red in some spots, and eyes lined with black eyeliner from his mom's vanity.

One night, when happily stoned, laying half naked on top of each other, Steve tracing Billy's skull tattoo, he asks Billy to tattoo him.

With the help of Eddie's machine, Steve's first tattoo says pretty boy in a banner underneath a spiked crown. Billy chose it, obviously.

Steve loves it.

[omg-a-wild-td-fan]

Total Drama Island 2023 Headcanons (Mall Jobs)

Priya is employee of the month every single month at her job, though she switches jobs practically every single month. She’s stellar at her job, whatever it may be, but gets bored doing the same tasks for too long. Especially if she believers there is opportunity for more growth or more challenges at a different job. Her most recent job is working at the Laser Tag Arena and Arcade in the mall, which allows her to both earn money and spend her breaks playing the best laser tag games imaginable. Sometimes she works multiple jobs at once, and can be seen in the Game Stop, the Cinnabon, and the H&M all in the same day.

Millie has an internship at the mall bookstore. They do not offer internships, but she gave a long, drawn-out explanation about why this generation needs to learn the value of working for experience instead of money, and the manager got bored enough to just agree. Instead of working, Millie lurks around the bookstore and judges her peers’ taste in books. 

Ripper has applied at every store in the mall at least once, and has been fired from at least half of the jobs he has tried (the other half he quit about a week in). His longest stints have been at the Game Stop (he got fired for yelling at a five year old girl- accusing her of being a ‘fake fan’ of Pokemon), the Hello Kitty Store (he quit after Chase saw him working the cash register), and the Spencer’s where he is currently on his last warning. If he makes one more dick joke to a customer who’s gone to browse in the back of the store, he’s officially going to be fired.

Damien works with Millie at the bookstore, but he actually gets paid. He keeps his head down at work, trying to avoid the drama that often erupts when a customer gets annoyed that Millie is following them around. He is just there to make money for college. 

Axel only visits the mall to hang out with Nichelle, she gets bored at every store in the place aside from the small hole in the wall shop that sells pocket knives amongst their usual stock of anime figurines and Funko Pops. She does have a notable love for the Cinnabon stall in the food court though.

Chase works at one of the kiosks in the mall that sells sunglasses and shittily made custom printed shirts. Any woman who walks past the kiosk becomes his newest temporary crush, and he constantly stops by Urban Outfitter’s to try to hit on Emma. He makes decent money from his job but is always somehow broke, primarily because he wastes every paycheck on overpriced clothing from the nearby shops that sell Supreme and Gucci merchandise.

Zee actually works nights at the McDonald’s down the street, but visits the mall during the day to hang around the food court with Emma. Occasionally, they’ll help out around the Urban Outfitters and Bowie will pay them in cash, soda, and weed. They also often skip work to hang out with Emma and generally loiter anywhere the vibes are chill enough. 

Scary Girl works at Hot Topic and has about an equal rate of getting customers to spend insane amounts of money versus scaring any customer away by being generally terrifying. She briefly worked at Claires but was fired after using the piercing gun inappropriately. She is not allowed within twenty feet of the Hello Kitty Store.

Caleb applied to work at the Game Stop but was rejected in part because he was considered to not adequately fit their atmosphere, so he instead ended up with a job at the local Abercrombie & Fitch- much to his chagrin. 90% of his job is to simply stand at the cash register by the door and look attractive to entice people in, he only stays at the job because they pay decently. When not at his job he’s browsing the titles at the Game Stop or running to get the high score at every game in the Arcade.

Nichelle got a job at the Hot Dog on a Stick to method act for an upcoming role. She’s trying her best to actually do the job, but all her star-struck co-workers refuse to let her lift a finger. She is incredibly grateful for the few customers that don’t recognize her, because she feels like she is able to live like a normal teenager for those brief moments. 

Julia has applied at the Urban Outfitters hundreds of times, but has been rejected more times than she can count, so she works at Forever 21 instead. She’s nice to her customers’ faces to maximize her commission, but talks shit about them to all of her coworkers once they’re out of earshot. She also talks shit about all of her coworkers to any customer that will listen. 

Bowie is the manager at the Urban Outfitters. He knows all the employee beef and makes sure to draft the schedule in a way that will maximize the amount of drama he gets to witness. He’s a chill, yet stern boss, and he takes his responsibilities very seriously. He only ever calls out once, after a crazy night with Raj, Wayne, Emma, and Nichelle. 

Wayne works at the Sports Authority, and is actually an amazing worker. He’s friendly, helpful, and a great team player. The only downside is that he is such a good team player and so aggressively helpful and kind, that he’s driven sales in the store to a screeching halt. If a customer shows up asking for hockey gear, Wayne immediately pulls out every promo code and coupon available to help them buy everything they need. While very nice and well-liked by the customers, Wayne is one more ‘Unofficial Surprise Free Giveaway’ from being fired. 

Raj works at the Dick’s Sporting Goods across the way from the Sports Authority, and he and Wayne have a friendly competition trying to get customers to come into their stores. However, Raj keeps getting distracted by Bowie coming to visit and keeps getting in trouble for giving him free stuff- his worst offense being when he gave Bowie about $300 worth of clothing because Bowie offhandedly said one of the on-sale jerseys was cute. 

Emma works at Urban Outfitters. She was originally rejected for not being “cool” enough, but Bowie pulled some strings to get her the job. Her sweet and bubbly personality makes her very popular among the customers, who often come in just to talk with her and Bowie. Unfortunately, Chase’s kiosk is in sight of the entrance of the store, and she has to take a break to calm down in the back everytime he catches her eye to wink at her. 

MK works at a tech kiosk that fixes phones and sells phone cases and other accessories. She views this job as beneath her because it’s super easy. She hangs out in the food court during her lunch break to pickpocket and sometimes goes to Forever 21 and Urban Outfitters to steal. Anytime Bowie catches her, he rolls his eyes and warns her not to do it again, and anytime Julia catches her, she threatens her life.

[photmath]

Comme Les Fleurs - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Fool’s Game

Summary: Left with no other options, Kylian must rehab his newly injured leg at a stranger’s home for the next month and she isn’t at all what he expects. Meanwhile, Aurèle has to deal with easily-irritated and sullen Kylian as she opens her home to him. 

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: cursing, fluff!, brief angst

Note: Loosely editted.

Not wanting to bother a sleeping Kylian, Aurie used one of the flower pots in her bedroom to repaint her niece’s. She had paint stored from Simone’s last visit and silently coated the second layer upstairs. She let it dry while she showered and got ready for the day. She knew Kylian was most likely going to need another aided shower one more time before he could finally do it for himself.

She was going to have to do another pain assessment and calf evaluation before she was able to weed him off his medications. His supply was running out as well, having only been prescribed for a couple of days.

Carefully scoping out the pot to make sure it had dried completely, she carried it downstairs with her. Noticing Kylian’s spot on the folded out mattress was empty, her brows furrowed. The blankets he had used were neatly folded and placed on the coffee table; all she had to do was lift up the mattress and tuck it into the couch.

She notices the pile of dirt that she had tucked against the wall was now gone. She sets the pot down on the kitchen table where the old one used to be, figuring that Kylian must have gone to the bathroom.

Heeling a sudden hunch, Aurie peeks at the restroom but the light is off. Grabbing the beeper, she presses it, hoping Kylian had his.

Where did he go?

She isn’t panicking but she is definitely feeling slightly on edge. There wasn’t anywhere for him to wander off unless he called his driver, and the idea of him leaving, especially after last night’s events, has her suddenly searching the entire downstairs. He isn’t in the rehab room or her library.

“What the hell?” She mutters, biting onto her cheek.

She stills, hearing his voice from her backyard patio. It’s muffled and she can’t make out his words, but it doesn’t sound like a tensed conservation, despite her being able to make out his clenched jaw as he peers out towards the field. His fingers trace along the wheel of the wheelchair, moving himself back and forth in place.

Aurie lets out a small sight, allowing her quickening heartbeat to slow down. Turning her attention back to Simone’s empty pot, she grabs a pot of hers nearby and begins the repotting process. It was similar to the one Simone previously had, but not identical, although she knew she wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

The backyard door opens and Kylian wheels in, startled with Aurie’s presence. He had been up for the past two hours because his leg was nagging with pain.

“Good morning,” Aurie greets, peering over her shoulder to glance at him. His eyes look blank and exhausted, lips are tightly pursed, and his dimples are lifeless as they crease.

His eyes flicker towards the pot, “Morning.”

“Have you eaten?”

He wheels towards her slowly, “Some peanut butter.”

She turns towards him, the sheepish smile still on her face as she looks down. He grabs ahold of the handles, his cheeks warming up from her gaze. She chuckles, “That’s not a meal, Kylian.”

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I don’t mind the noise, I’ve been up for a while.”

Kylian looks down at the now lively pot, knowing that she had taken her delicate time with it to make it look almost identical from the last. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s good as new. Simone will just be happy to have a plant to take care of again.”

He grinds his teeth as another spasm of pain soars through his calf. Aurie notices the way his blank eyes focus towards the chair behind her and his jaw clenching continuously, immediately gathering a glass of water and his medicine. She drops the capsule in his palm and he gulps it down.

She crouches in front of him, gently unzipping the bottom of sweats and undoing the compression on his calf.

He lets out a sigh of relief, sinking further into his seat, “It’s been hurting since seven.”

“And you still didn’t wake me?”

“I didn’t think it was time for my meds.”

She scans his leg for his bruising, taking note of the still purple and black discoloration that stretch over his calf. She presses her hand against his skin and he lets out a groan at the sudden contact. She wasn’t applying any pressure, just touching to see if it had gained any more heat than the last time she touched it.

She looks up at him and he’s biting down on his lip already staring down at her, “It’s a dose for every six to eight hours, so you could’ve called. I would’ve answered.”

He exhales slowly, “Okay.”

She wraps his sleeve again, zipping his sweats and then standing up, “You don’t have to be so strong in front of me, Kylian. I know you’re in a lot of pain right now. Don’t be afraid to let me know.”

Aurie squeezes Kylian’s hand, and it sends him into a momentary haze. A small gasp leaving his mouth but Aurie doesn’t notice it, already turning on the stove.

“Hope you don’t mind multigrain pancakes,” she says. “I know they aren’t the healthiest but Simone asked for a special request and I couldn’t say no. There will be an abundance of fruit if you opt to eat that instead.”

A small smile teases his lips, “I’m okay with that.”

“Don’t tell Martin,” she winks and he looks away while his cheeks hurt from grinning. “Oh, did you sweep up the soil?”

He stares at the spot he swept this morning, blushing, “Yes.”

“Thank you…did you have to hop the entire time?”

He laughs, closing his eyes, remembering the pain but the urge to clean up his mess. “I did.”

“How cute.”

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“Are you decent?” Aurie knocks on the bathroom door, noticing Kylian’s beeper is left on the couch. She was going to have to strap it onto his calf for him to not forget it.

“Despite me being half naked, yeah,” he yells back, his mouth pulled up into a smirk.

Aurie walks over towards Kylian swaying his left leg on the shower bench, him shirtless with the towel draped across his lap. She didn’t even have to instruct him, which she labeled as a win in her books for him listening to her the first time.

“I can’t wait until I don’t have to give you bird baths anymore,” she jokes, letting out a small laugh. Quickly putting soap on his washcloth and unclipping the showerhead from above, she grabs a hold of his hurt leg and rests it in the crook of her arm.

Kylian’s ears ring from the sound of her laughter, “You don’t mean that.”

“I always end up getting wet, and my knees hurt from bending down like this.”

“You’re the one who splashed me with water last time.”

“That was completely an accident!” She points out. He leans closer towards the edge, eyeing the showerhead as she rests it on the floor.

“You still drenched me either way.”

She shakes her head, turning the water on and spraying his legs. She looks up at him, noting the sudden mischievousness while he casts a shadow over her as he blocks the light. “Whatever thought you have in your head, clear it.”

He stifles a laugh, “I have none.”

She washes his legs with haste, sensing that he was up to something but she wasn’t getting a single hint. She knows he’s watching her movements meticulously, so she doesn’t hesitate to pinch at his big toe with the washcloth.

“Ouch.”

“You’re fine.”

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he whines.

She looks up and he swallows at the look in her eyes. He can’t pin it. Her gaze rides a thin line between fooling around but something else. He narrows his eyes and then glances down towards his soapy legs, kicking his leg up.

“Kylian!” Aurie groans, wiping the soap that had got on her arm.

“Sorry, it was a reflex,” he simpers, leaning against the wall.

She uses his towel to dry her hand, her tone displeased, “That’s not how that works.”

Aurie continues nonetheless, rinsing off his legs. As she turns her head to turn off the water, Kylian grabs ahold of the showerhead, twisting it in her hands. She yelps as the warm water makes contact with her legs and clothed stomach.

Instead of turning off the water, she turns the water towards Kylian and sprays him down, “I knew you would do something like that!”

Kylian can only laugh loudly as he turns his head away, his shoulders hunched as the water makes contact with his chest, “Stop it!”

She turns off the water, a dramatic sigh coming from her as water drips down the both of them. “Seriously, you’re about to be banned from showers and I won’t even care if you stink.”

“Isn’t that unethical?”

“And a hostile patient isn’t?” She points down towards her drenched clothes and he only snorts harder. She can’t stay mad at him though. He looked so much brighter than this morning when she first greeted him. She was glad that she was able to take his mind off of his hardships even if it was at the expense of her.

Aurie bashfully palms her forehead, “Just finish your shower.”

She exits the bathroom to let him finish up on his own while she changes into a dry set of clothes. Throwing her clothes in the dryer, she goes to the patio to set out Simone’s toys, knowing that she loved her backyard. She liked viewing the small garden Aurie had and Bleu, her German Shepherd, enjoyed being spoiled with a game of fetch for hours with the little girl.

Kylian joins her on the patio, his eyes squinting with the sun, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Hmm?” She has yet to face him, putting the final touches on Simone’s small table. Four tiny, mismatched colored chairs alongside a bright yellow table.

“Why do you have a shower like that?” Kylian probes. “I mean, I know you said you do in-home patients, but you had to get that renovated or something, right?”

She turns towards him, “Yeah, I got it remodeled.” She wipes the dirt on her pants and Kylian’s eyes linger on her hips. “My mom was paralyzed for a couple of years after being in a car accident. I took her in and helped her get rehabbed until she could walk again, so it was just easier to change that shower to a more accessible one.”

He nods his head slowly, leaning against the doorframe, “Can she walk?”

“And run,” Aurie grins. “If you ever see someone this tall—” Aurie raises her hand to her neck, “—jogging around my lawn in the morning, it’s most likely her. She’s my neighbor but she doesn’t come around often, saying that she’s spent too much time over the years with me.”

Kylian smiles, how could someone spend too much time with someone like Aurie?

“She means it as a compliment though,” Aurie walks towards him, stopping right in front of him. Kylian’s dimples only deepen as he looks down. “She’ll probably come by at some point while you’re here. She does impromptu visits, but she brings desserts so it cancels out.”

“Is she what got you into doing this? Being a physiotherapist?” He wanted to know everything about her if time permitted. The way she lit up at the mention of her mother, it made him weak. She was proud of her and her recovery, and he couldn’t wait for Aurie to look at him like that whenever he was finished.

She shakes her head, “No, I was already doing this before she had her accident. In fact, I was in Spain and then got a call about the accident and came home immediately.”

“Ahh,” he hums. “You were in Spain?”

She beams, “I was still learning, very young. I got to learn with Spain’s national team but I never made it to the sideline. Still too inexperienced.”

“And then PSG?” He furrows his brows, his upper lip hiking up.

Aurie glances at it, “I went to Marseille’s team after my mom recovered, so three years ago. I stayed in touch with Martin throughout, he helped me with some of my mom’s recovery too. And then I, you know, that’s where I sprayed that player’s thigh with water—”

Kylian bends his head down in a sudden burst of laughter and Aurie smacks his torso, “I was young, okay! Anyway, I ended up moving back home and then Martin had me work with PSG.”

He smiles, “I guess you spraying that player down will excuse you teaming up with the enemy.”

“I wanted a change of scenery after being cooped up in this house for two years with my mom.”

“And then another change of scenery after dealing with Neymar,” Kylian teases. He doesn’t say it in a rude or condescending tone but it still stings her a little bit. She had hopped around numerous job settings before she settled and found not only what she was good at, but could commit to in the long run.

Aurie leans against the doorframe from across him, her feet careful to not accidentally kick his crutch. “I ended up working with kids and elders after Neymar, but that is an entirely different story because I’m pretty sure I can hear Raphael’s truck revving up on that gravel.”

She pushes the door open for him, and on cue, the doorbell rings and Aurie lets out a happy clap, getting a chuckle from Kylian.

“You sit,” Aurie softly nudges him towards the couch.

He groans and stays standing, “I don’t want to greet them sitting down, Aurie, that’s rude.”

“You’re hurt.”

“I’ll stand and then sit,” he reasons, gripping onto his crutch once more. The doorbell rings again and Kylian chuckles, “Go get the door!”

“Fine,” she walks towards the door and lets them in. Simone immediately wraps her little arms around Aurie’s legs, squealing, “Tatie Aurie!”

“Hi, my baby!” Aurie says, bending down to pick up a grabby-hand Simone. Kylian catches a glimpse of Simone’s smile, instantly feeling amused too.

“She was so excited to come,” Camille brushes Simone’s back. She catches Kylian’s gaze, “You must be Kylian. It’s nice to meet you! I’m Camille, Aurie’s older sister.” Kylian carefully lets go of his crutch to offer his hand to her. Camille’s similar eyes go wide as she watches him unhand his crutch, “Don’t let Aurie see you do that or she’ll certainly kill you!”

Kylian shakes her hand, “She’s already attempted a couple of times.”

Raphael enters the house some minutes later, carrying Simone’s backpack. He greets Kylian quickly, “Hello, I’m Raphael, I hope the little one doesn’t bother you too much.”

Kylian waves him off, “No worries, I love kids.”

Simone stirs in Aurie’s arm, craning her neck over Aurie to see what the murmurs of conversations were. She immediately buries her head back into Aurie’s neck when making eye contact with Kylian.

“Aww, she is pretty shy,” Camille gushes. “Simi will warm up to you quickly though.”

Aurie walks towards the three of them, whispering to Simone to tell her parents goodbye. As they say their goodbyes, Aurie catches a glimpse of Kylian looking at her, a wistful smile spread across his lips.

Aurie locks the door after they exit and sets a reluctant Simone down, her still gripping onto Aurie’s leg as she walks to Kylian.

“Aurie,” Simone whispers, tugging on her shirt. “That’s the guy from TV.”

Kylian and her chuckle, “Do you want to say hi?”

Simone looks back at him and then up at Aurie, her long eyelashes flickering up, “Yeah.”

“Okay, come on.” Aurie walks her to a now sitting Kylian.

“Hi!” Kylian beams, waving his hand.

Aurie feels Simone squeeze her hand harder, “Hi, my name is Simone.”

“I’m Kylian,” he holds out his hand for her to give him a high-five and Simone taps it hesitantly. Kylian chuckles at her tiny hand compared to his.

“Kee-lan,” Simone repeats, earning a giggle from Aurie.

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During breakfast, Kylian had eaten most of the fruit, getting a pout and puppy eyes from Simone. He had tried to make up for eating the last strawberry by showing her her plant and it worked for a couple of minutes. Her eyes lit up the room as she gushed about the plant now ‘fixed.’ She didn’t notice the differences from the last pot that Aurie had painted, nor did Kylian. And Simone was too focused on the sudden revival of the plant anyway. Kylian, on the other hand, was relieved that she didn’t bat an eye at it.

But then, she remembered the lack of strawberries in the bowl in front of them. Her arms crossed over her chest with her bottom lip puckering out as she scoffed. Kylian stared at Aurie for a solution, Aurie teasingly dragging out that they should make Kylian sleep on the porch.

“We should!” Simone chimed in.

Kylian hollers, “You two can’t team up on me, that’s not fair!”

“Yes we can,” Simone taunted, “she’s my tatie and helps people, but you’re just a footballer who kicks balls.”

“Hah!” Aurie guffaws, throwing her head back in shock as Kylian gapes at her. His palms sting with the sight of Aurie laughing and choking on her own spit trying to stop. He blushes, winking at Simone who then screeches, clutching onto Aurie’s arm. Seeing Aurie this way made Kylian feel lighter, like the creeping pain in his calf felt minimized with the sight of her puffed cheeks.

Simone sits up abruptly, “Oo I have an idea!” She holds up her finger to get the attention of the both of them. “How about a tea party?”

That’s how Kylian found himself sitting in a purple chair the height of his knee, Aurie having to help him sit down in it, with a flower crown on top of his head. Simone poured the ‘tea’ in his glass, the three of them sipping on water.

“How does it look?” Kylian asks, nudging his shoulder with Aurie’s. He raises his eyebrows up towards the white flower crown that Simone had found in the depths of her toy box.

Aurie gushes, looking at the smiling Kylian, “I think you look handsome.”

He drops his head, feeling shy, “Thanks.” He glances down at the bright pink tutu Simone instructed her to wear. “You should wear that more often.”

“Oh hush,” she swipes at Kylian’s forearm. He stirs, dropping his teacup on the table.

Simone perks up at the noise, “Did you make a mess, Keelan?”

“No,” he replies. “Just noise.”

Simone shakes her head in a disapproving manner, “I think if you breaked my cup I would’ve been really upset.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm. Aurie too.”

Aurie shakes her head, “Accidents happen.”

“But he’s grown.”

Kylian’s cheeks fill with air as he holds in a shocked laugh. Aurie can only feel for Kylian, Simone was a character. She was shy for two minutes and then ready to humble the guest no matter what their status was. Especially Kylian’s. She knew of him from watching him on the TV during the World Cup, Aurie’s entire family watching the final at her place. Aurie was a little surprised at how easily Simone recognized Kylian’s face from an event that happened months ago, but when she saw his face regularly for a month, she supposed it was hard to forget it.

Simone stands up abruptly, digging in the bucket before Aurie can correct her.

“She’s a mini you,” Kylian whispers. “More feisty though.”

Aurie grins, “She’s holding herself back a little bit.”

Kylian’s teeth chatter, “Non.”

Aurie nods, watching Simone, but leaning closer to Kylian’s side. There was a cold front moving in tomorrow so the wind was picking up as a thunderstorm was forecasted for the next day.

Simone pulls out a feathered boa, “Oo, Keelan you should wear this!”

“Ahh, then come put it on me,” Kylian indulges.

“Okay,” Simone drags the green boa towards Kylian, draping it across his shoulders and then wrapping it around his neck. Aurie gushes at the two of them, her heart reeling at the fond look in Kylian’s eyes. He looked at Simone so tenderly, like any wrong facial expression would send her in a sudden spiral. The crinkles around his eyes deepen as Simone gets the boa tangled around his face, tucking the fuzzy pieces down. “Look, Aurie! Doesn’t he look so pretty?”

“He does!” She claps, adjusting the piece that got knotted around his ear. As she grazes his skin, he leans into her touch, liking the feeling of her fingertips tickling him. Aurie doesn’t ignore the rushing feeling of warmth spreading across her cheeks as Kylian watches her, their faces only inches apart.

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Simone was fighting her sleep as Kylian and Aurie sat around her, watching Rio 2. Kylian snickers silently as her head rolls forward against Aurie’s arm.

“Don’t laugh, stinker,” Aurie adjusts Simone’s head again, noticing the frantic blinks from her. She stirs, curling up closer to Aurie’s side, her legs now digging into the side of Kylian’s thigh.

Kylian removes the blanket that spreads across his legs, giving it to Simone and tucks her in. Aurie looks at Kylian with a thankful smile and Kylian winks, making Aurie shake her head diffidently.

Watching the two of them interact made Aurie admire them with such adoration, especially Kylian. He kept on entertaining Simone the entire time she was awake, even when she went on a sugar high and ran in circles across the yard screaming past them. He threw a football towards her and she kicked it around in the yard until it landed in the garden pit and got scared that Aurie was going to be upset. Kylian then instigated and she hid behind him when Aurie returned from the kitchen, having watched the entire scene unfold from the window.

But of course she wasn’t mad at Simone, immediately picking her up and the both of them tending to her garden. Kylian peered over her shoulder and watched them, as what Simone called him: the boss.

However, Aurie kept an eye on him as well. Watching how the grimaces turned into strained smiles, the way his fingers balled up around his knee, and the slight twitch of his eyebrow. His labored breaths that he tried to hide when he looked away but Aurie could see the shake of his shoulders. He was in pain and the last episodes of pain were giving their final shot.

“Are you okay,” Aurie questioned, her eyes on Kylian. The bright look he had slowly dwindled down to a frown.

He tucks his head further into the couch, “You already know.”

He couldn’t lie. The way she read him like a book made his heart pound ruthlessly in his chest. The sound of it was so deafening that not even Simone’s freezing feet pressed against him took his attention off of it.

Aurie sighs. Simone would be leaving in a couple of minutes but he shouldn’t have another round of meds until later on. The doorbell rang as Aurie pondered on ways she could take Kylian’s mind off of the pain.

She got up slowly, careful to not wake up Simone, and answered the front door. They whispered their goodbyes, Raphael picking up his sleeping daughter.

“Okay, get up,” she tells Kylian. He hops beside her and watches her fold out his mattress. “We can try this ice remedy that I’ve never done before.”

Kylian raises his eyebrows, “You’ve never done it?”

Aurie rests her hands on her hips. “Nope, but essentially, you lie down with your shirt off and I trail ice around your back. Trying to get your attention on the ice instead of on the pain.”

He snorts, “It sounds like you like having me shirtless, Aurie.”

“Oh hush,” she dismisses. His unwavering gaze and smirk makes her blush, suddenly thankful that the lights are drawn low. “Do you want to try it?”

He shrugs, “Sure.” He balances on one leg and pulls his shirt over his head with haste, slowly lying on the bed and rolling onto his stomach. Aurie goes and fills a bowl with ice and grabs a towel, debating on how she was going to do this.

She sits down and crosses her legs beside Kylian’s torso, his head faced down into his arms.

“Hmm, okay, here goes the ice,” she hesitates, cupping a piece and rubbing it along his back. His muscles contract at the sudden contact of her resting a hand on his torso and the ice cube in the other.

He chuckles, turning to face her, “That’s cold.”

She trails the piece alongside the ridges of his muscle, careful to catch any of the melting streaks. Despite the pain somewhat subsiding, his muscles were still tense.

But it wasn’t because of the pain.

He feels that indescribable feeling again as he watches the concentration of her face. The way she bites onto the corner of her lip as she continues. The barely-there twitches of her nostrils.

Her freezing fingers touch his shoulder as she switches hands, “I know it’s cold, but can you try to relax?” Water trails down his abdomen and she’s quick to dab the area dry, having had to reach across him. The smell of her laundry detergent has him suddenly snapping back into reality, moving his legs. He groans at the sudden onset of more pain. “Well, why did you do that?” She looks towards his legs. “Obviously don’t move them.”

He didn’t know how to tell her that it was because of her. That her presence had his mind reacting in ways he couldn’t control, that his muscles would suddenly stop connecting with his brain. The neurons would go haywire when she got too close.

“Sometimes,” she starts, her hands now having abandoned the melting ice cube and instead kneading his shoulders with her hands. “I wonder how you’re so skilled with a ball at your feet but horrifically clumsy anywhere else. I mean, you almost fell when we were washing dishes. And then today, playing with Simone’s tea set—”

It’s you, he wants to say.

Kylian lets out another muffled groan of pain, his hands immediately gripping onto the cushions, and then burying his face into the crook of the couch and mattress.

“Hey,” Aurie’s voice softens. She rests her hand on top of his clenched fist, “It’s okay. Here, do you want to squeeze my hand?”

Kylian flips her hand into his while his eyes are still shut tightly. He squeezes it so hard that Aurie drowns out her own yelp. He knew that his grip was too harsh, immediately loosening it and rubbing his thumb across hers. He murmurs, “Just keep talking.”

Her mind freezes, “Have you…I don’t know, talked to your parents?”

He contorts his grimace into a chuckle, “Yes, this morning.”

“What did you talk about?”

“You.”

“Me?”

Kylian nods, feeling the episode reach towards the end. He perks up his head, his cheeks still flushed, “My dad had his doubts about you, but I told him you were good.”

She teases, pinching his cheek, “Aww, you’ve supported me twice now.”

He swipes her hand away, resting his weight on his propped up elbows, “I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

“Of course not.” He circles his thumb in her palm and she blushes at the tickling sensation. He laughs, letting go of her hand and pulling himself up to sit against the couch. “No more pain?”

“No.”

“Yay!” She claps, setting the bowl and towel on the small table. He pats the empty spot next to him, pointing to the unfinished movie still going on. She scoots in beside him and drapes the blanket across the both of them. Resting her hand at her side, she felt Kylian’s knuckles brush against hers. She hooks her pinky with his underneath the covers, both of their hearts beginning to race at the contact.

Kylian lets out a subtle breath that he had been holding on to. Her locking pinkies with his felt like lending out an arm, that Aurie did see him in that kind of way. That maybe they could be more than what they were now.

Aurie yawns, letting her head fall onto Kylian’s shoulder, “Thank you for being nice to Simi today.”

“Of course.” He watches her heavy eyelids bat down, almost the same way Simone was just some time ago.

The shudder of his shoulders makes Aurie peer up at him. The deep dimple and glint in his eyes makes her stomach churn. He didn’t have to wear a flower crown and feathered boa or sweep after his own mess for her to see it; he was attractive. Charming, considerate, and cheeky.

And if she was losing it, Kylian was already fumbling in his throat.

He can't help but reach to trace along the edge of her ear, his own head falling down slowly. He watched the way her eyes casted down to his lips, inching closer to him. The distance agonized him.

Aurie reaches up to cup his neck, her own self control long lost and forgotten, drunk on the feeling of his warmth. His skin seared underneath her palm but she didn’t care. Their lips brush against each other and their noses caress as he tilts his head. Her eyelids fall closed, reeling him in closer.

Aurie hisses into the kiss, while Kylian’s lips delicately fit against hers, worried that he’ll ruin the moment. Her soft lips and hitched exhale has him yearning for more, but he’s scared that if he touches her any further, she’ll come to reality and dash away. The way his fingers stretched from her cheek to the back of her neck has her deliberately melting into his palm. It felt like she had been touch-deprived of careful hands for too long, and the feeling of being held like this, only pulled her in for more.

As they pull away, Kylian’s heavy breath turns into a giddy smile, Aurie doing the same.

“Woah,” he sighs in relief. It was comical that his calf was suddenly not the body part of his in pain—it was his numbing lips.  

Aurie leans her head against his shoulder, “I—I don’t know what got a hold of me.”

Kylian runs his hand across her shoulder and down the length of her arm, until he finds her hand and kisses her knuckles, “You. You make me clumsy.”

She blushes, burying her head into his neck. She would deal with the consequences of this tomorrow morning, when her brain wasn’t tired and high on cloud nine.

Aurie kisses his neck, “Do you want to go watch a tennis match with me in…two weeks?”

“Tennis?” He snickers, kissing her nose and then pulling back.

“I have an extra ticket. I was going to ask Simone, but I mean, I guess I can’t take back an invite.”

He chuckles, his hand still latched with her, “You’re asking me on a date?”

“Is it working?” She cheeses, poking his dimple.

He smiles adoringly at the view in front of him. Aurie was toying with her fingers, a meek haze in her eye, but she also reeled in exhaustion. The small droop of her eyelids screamed it.

He shook his head, “You realize that the media might see us, right?”

“Oh,” she suddenly saddens, remembering his strict request to stay out of the media’s limelight. “That’s right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

Kylian watches her face fall and her quick recovery of forcing a taut smile. He contemplates, “We can go, I just…you’ll probably be the center of attention too.”

She purses her lips, “Absolutely not.” She was able to remember his status through her tiredness, forgetting that he didn’t have the ‘free’ luxuries as she did.

“No?” Her immediate response suddenly has him piqued. Her tone was dismissive, as if being at his side was the last thing she wanted to do.

“I don’t want to be plastered on the tabloids. Not with you, at least.”

He raises his eyebrows, jutting his head back. He had drawn the conclusion of her most likely wanting to be out of the public’s image, especially because of her secluded house and private Instagram that only had four photos and less than 300 followers. Even Neymar followed her, but everything else was private.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Aurie says, noticing the betrayal on Kylian’s face.

He scowls, dropping her hand, “Yeah, then what did you mean it like?”

She toys with her thumbs, “You’re a big deal, Kylian. If I were to be out and about with you, everyone would hound the both of us. My whole life would be posted everywhere within a couple of hours.”

It was foolish of Kylian to think this would work. Absurd, to think that she didn’t view him as the star of the country like everyone else. Stupid even, to think she would treat him any differently. She was just like everyone else, and Kylian managed to fall in love with her in a span of three days. He had let his guard down too fast, and he would’ve never done it in the first place if it wasn’t for her intoxicating laugh and soothing touch.

‘Not with you, at least.’ Kylian tasted copper while those words repeated over and over in his head.

What a fool’s game he had been a part of, never knowing he was just a pawn.

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[mellowmagnolia]

Hello! This is my second time writing this smut fic as the first one was deleted by thine lovely tumblr. Everyone say thanks tumblr!

Anyway yes I got high and horny again so this self indulgent fic is going to contain the following: Lucifer + AFAB anatomy & feminine reader + voyeurism and jealous sex! Also mentions of drug and alcohol use ♡

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So Diavolo just invited you and the brothers to another one of his extravagant parties. Only this time, the guest list was much shorter. Just the HOL and Purgatory Hall residents, except for Luke, who had a bedtime and to whom Simeon graciously explained how certain gatherings are for grown ups only, while trying to ignore the young angel's foot stomping and protests that "he's enough of a grown up".

You were naturally excited. This was the perfect time to wind down and let loose. You were just about to get smashed on human world alcohol thanks to Barbatos and perhaps even smoke some weed if Solomon managed to keep his word. Mammon and Asmo were happy for similar reasons to you. They were known as Team Party for a reason. Beel's heart was full of joy at the thought of eating to his hearts' content all those special dishes made by the Royal Butler.

Others, however, weren't so happy about this little gathering. Lucifer was already rubbing his temples in anticipation to the headache his brothers would give him. Levi was begging to stay home to watch his anime marathon. And Belphie was determined to find the best napping spot within the first minute of arriving, just so he could get some more rest. In the end, you all managed to leave HOL and get to one of the Demon Prince's less grandiose houses in the Devildom. He mentioned he wanted to keep it low-key, so you supposed this is the most low-key he could go considering his wealth.

When you got there, the atmosphere seemed pretty stiff. All the elements were there to make for a great party, it's just that the spirit was missing. So Mammon got to work with the remote of the giant smart TV in the living room and Asmo already popped the bottle of Demonus open. Everyone seemed to follow their lead and sat down on the couch circling the huge coffee table covered in interactive games, snacks and alcoholic drinks. Lucifer sighed and let Barbatos pour him a glass of vintage Demonus and you yourself reached for the rosé wine from the human world.

Finally, the residents of Purgatory Hall arrived, Simeon with an enormous bag of sweets prepared by Luke and Solomon casually motioning you from the doorway. You understood what he meant and got off the couch to come face to face with him.

"Shit, MC. I forgot to buy those sweets you asked me to." He said, matter-of-factly. You replied that you could go to the shop together, as the corner store nearby had those sweets you craved. He extended his arm, took your hand in his and off you went.

Now that it was just the two of you, Solomon pulled you into a corner alley and lit up the blunt. He took several puffs and handed it to you, which you happily took. This was gonna do wonders for your nerves, you thought.

After finishing up your smoke sesh, you made sure not to forget to bring a random sweet thing from the corner store nearby and then made your way back to Diavolo's house. Upon your return, you were pleasantly surprised to notice that the party started to take shape. Well, as much as it could with the demon brothers around. Now Asmo and Mammon seemed to be arguing about the best modeling poses and Lucifer trying to interject by telling them to stop being so loud.

"Oh, Lucifer, calm your tits. We're at a party, for crying out loud! It's time to drink up and let your hair down." He raised his colorful cocktail glass before downing it as if to emphasize his point. Satan and Belphie laughed and exchanged meaningful glances as Lucifer huffed and sunk down in his armchair.

"Asmodeus is right, you know? It's time to relax and unwind. You're at a party!" Diavolo punctuated his words with a heavy slap between Lucifer's shoulder blades, which made him involuntarily sputter into his glass, making the Anti Lucifer League laugh even harder, to the eldest's annoyance.

"Alright, let's play!" You announced as both you and Solomon plopped down on the couch, taking the cards and shuffling them. Tonight you were going to play Cards Against Humanity. This was going to be interesting. Belphie already seemed more awake at the prospect of playing a game with dark humor as its main focus and the others exchanged glances ranging from excited to wary.

After a few rounds, everyone was several glasses in and on the floor in various stages of laughter. Beel was surprisingly at the top, followed by Belphegor, you and Solomon. Simeon, as expected, was still struggling to understand the concept of the game and come up with funny pairs. You took it as a personal win each time the angel laughed at one of your cards. Satan was in a silent competition with Lucifer, neither of them seeming to realize that no matter who came on top, neither would actually win the game. Asmo, on the other hand, was delighted that this game allowed him to make horny jokes all the time, which you loved to expand on, just so you could see Lucifer's blood boil as he could do nothing aside from sit there and allow it to happen.

After the game died down, and the talking and the dancing started, while the drinking continued, so did Lucifer's embarassment at you and Asmo's antics. You made it seem like you were taunting him. Laughing out loud and fooling around with Mammon, making dirty jokes with Asmo and Solomon. He didn't know how much more he could take before jumping on you to personally shut you up and remove you from his pesky brothers. And perhaps you were intending to taunt him. Just a little.

Hours later, the party died down and the collective energy started to mellow out, signaling to everyone that it's time to go to sleep. After everyone said goodnight, while returning to his chambers, Lucifer couldn't help but notice that you and Asmo went to the same room and shut the door after you. Gritting his teeth, he pondered for a moment on what he should do. Finally, he let his curiosity win and after making sure that the path is clear, he quietly made his way to the door of your bedroom. He pressed his ear closer to it, and he covered his mouth at the sounds coming from inside. He could hear laboured breaths and wet, sloppy kisses. Not one, but two male voices accompanying yours. The other one belonging to Solomon. You moaned and he felt his trousers tent up.

"Don't worry your pretty head, darling. We're gonna take care of you." It was Asmo's voice he heard this time. You whined in response and Asmo giggled. "Aren't they the cutest?"

"Oh yes. My apprentice sure knows how to arouse their master" Came Solomon's husky reply.

Lucifer felt disgusted listening to them in the throes of pleasure, but his cock seemed to disagree with his surface feelings about the present situation. It started throbbing painfully and his hands slowly crept to his zipper so he could allow his member some freedom. Starting to focus on your sounds alone, the demon finally freed his cock completely and started stroking it languidly. Were these two fucking you this good? Or were you just that sensitive and generous with your sounds? He decided it was the latter and wondered if you would scream given the chance to get fucked by him. And oh, Lucifer was willing to give you that chance. He was about to show you pleasure beyond your comprehension, a sensation so great your little human mind would break. As your moans reached a crescendo, so did Lucifer's ministrations to his own cock. Until, finally, with a choked out whine, you came. The demon imagined your tight walls clamping around his length and shot his load in his own palm.

Now that the post nut clarity was starting to hit him, he once again felt like dying from embarassment. He couldn't believe he jerked off to you getting fucked by another. But he couldn't linger too long on his feelings of disbelief, since he felt your tiny footsteps rapidly approaching the door. He had to think fast, so he ducked into the bathroom nearby. His breathing was ragged in the darkness of the bathroom, but just when he was about to sigh and close his eyes, the light turned on and there you were, entering the door, and Lucifer felt like everything was going in slow motion. So to take some control back, he quickly pulled you in and pinned you to the wall, covering your mouth as his elbow was digging into your shoulder. You gave him a frightened look and he decided to take advantage of that.

"Are you aware of what you're doing to me?" He asked in a menacing tone. You shook your head vehemently. Could it be...? But before you could form a coherent thought about what he could possibly mean by that, he shoved two fingers in your mouth and pressed them to your tongue. You felt a thick, bitter substance land on your taste buds.

"This", he shoved the fingers further down your throat "is what you're doing to me. Suck!" And you followed his order. Your tongue swirled around his fingers, gathering all the cum and making sure you swallow it before he even gave the command. You couldn't help a shudder that ran down your spine at how filthy his actions were. Of course, the demon noticed, and in the span of a second, you were grabbed by your hair, flipped around and guided your body forward, as your hands grabbed the edge of the sink. Still having a fistful of your hair, Lucifer, in a show of power, ripped your panties off, not bothering to help you out of the shreds left between your legs. Almost in an instant, his cock was already rubbing impatiently at your entrance, and you couldn't help but wiggle your butt into him, hoping he gets the hint. Instead, his palm landed on your right cheek, which made you gasp.

"Patience, little one. Daddy's gonna take proper care of you." He started rubbing soothing circles on your cheek, and as your heartbeat was starting to come down, you felt his cock get shoved all the way inside your hole. He was rewarded with a surprised moan from you and that's all he needed to start ramming inside you like an animal in heat. You were hardly holding back your sounds, which made Lucifer pull you closer by the hair. Your spine was bent so pornographically, your neck fully exposed and vulnerable, tears streaming down your cheeks, mouth hanging open. Lucifer felt like cumming on the spot, yet he held himself together, driving his cock into you like his life depended on it. His hand slipped from your hair to your throat, closing around it, making you feel lightheaded, while the other hand found your clit, rubbing it with the pads of his fingers. You gave a silent scream and clenched around him better than he dreamt of in front of your door earlier. His balls slapped against your pussy deliciously and you felt his rhythm falter, until his last thrust, where he released his load deep inside.

He let you go and you fell limp against the sink as he smoothed down his disheveled hair and closed his zipper. He grabbed your cheeks with a single hand and pressed a rough kiss to your lips.

"Find me next time you want to feel real pleasure again." Was all he said before disappearing through the door. And you were left there to recover from the most mind blowing orgasm you've had in a while.