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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, self doubt, body image, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 14 - Birthday Parties | ‘Ours’

You sat in the back garden holding Teddy. Normally, you didn’t love the idea of opening a gift whilst a party was still going on. It made you a little queasy even thinking about having to muster up some sort of reaction for a gift you might’ve not liked but nevertheless your party planner had convinced you it’d be cute for Teddy to open a few. Your parents had arrived the day of the party. They weren't really ones for staying anywhere ‘extra’ days. They seemed to always have a jam packed schedule and even had to ‘move some things around’ to ‘make it work’ to attend their granddaughter's first birthday. You handed Teddy to your mum who wanted to hold her while she showed her what she had gotten for her as a present. Your newly 12 month old baby didn’t really have the attention span people were looking for from her but she tried her best. It was almost uncomfortable watching your mum be so comfortable with Teddy. She was so positive and motivating. It confused you. She emphasized how beautiful Teddy was over and over again. Repeating how much she loved Teddy’s chubby arms. The way her pudgy golden skin rolled. You don’t think you had ever heard her say the word in that tone. ‘Chubby’ was never a good thing if it was coming off her lips and yet here you were almost melting over it. She had given Teddy a Judith Leiber rainbow bear purse. Your mum loved Judith Leiber bags; they were kitschy, extravagant and expensive. It was sweet in her own way.

“Wow, say thank you, yeah?” Trent cooed to Teddy kissing her cheek. He was able to manage some sort of polite response. It was a £5,000 plus crystal clutch. Did your one year old daughter need this? Absolutely not. In your mum's head though was the perfect thing for any child. Of course it was. And there she was again… that’s mum, champagne in hand, luxury bag in the other, terrifyingly gorgeous face waiting for your recognition.

Winnie and Lauren had flown over with your parents for the occasion and a few of Trent and his brother’s friends came as well. Frankly, you appreciated them just showing up. They were friends and family, of course, but they were also in their young twenties willingly spending their time watching your baby mush cake into her face. It was George's birthday in a few days time as well and he had invited you and Trent on a trip for it but it was a little far-fetched. Every time you saw anyone who was invited on said trip their time was spent trying to convince you to go on it, today that person was George. He was persistent until Winnie got a hold of him. George started talking to Winnie stood in your back garden preoccupied for the moment.

“Not a footballer….” Lauren cooed in an obnoxious tone in Winnie’s ear as if she didn’t know that. She of course had met George previously. Winnie swatted at Lauren’s ass with her hand to tell her to keep moving. It was kind of funny to think of how you never realized how much was going on around you as a kid. Like what adults were actually doing at the parties you were at. Right now, you were taking it easy. You could have a drink here or there but if you were holding Teddy you didn’t want to take anything too far. Too far didn’t exist in everyone else at this part your age’s vocabulary. Their day was just beginning. Lauren and Winnie were staying with you which in theory was fun. It was fun up until later into the evening when you realized they didn’t spend a lot of time especially together at night when a baby was in the same house. You had said Winnie and Lauren were like hell on wheels but throwing Trents friends into the mix, a forest fire.

“It’s my child’s first birthday… like why!” you shrieked at Winnie who was currently peeling her clothes off to dive into your pool you had been putting off closing because you were too lazy. It was an unreasonably warm night for the north west of England but still. She went to respond to you but one of Marcel’s friends pushed her in. All the ‘adults’ had left. I mean, you were adults. Your sister that just went in the pool was an adult but it didn’t feel that way. She came up from the water with a gasp.

“Don’t you want to be a cool mum?” Winnie tried to guilt you into coming in with her as she treaded water. You rolled her eyes at her poor attempt to convince you but you still took slight offense to her comment. Was she saying you weren’t cool anymore?

“I am cool… I just don’t want to swim right now.” You stood your ground but shakily. It pinged in your brain wondering if you had become less fun. Until Marcel came over and picked you up from behind. “Marce, I swear to fucking god, put me down!” You yelped as he walked closer to the pool with you squirming. “My phone! My phone! Wait!” You begged him not to, at the very least, ruin your phone.

“Gimme your phone then …” he taunted you knowing it was in fact, not in your pocket. You looked at him with pleading eyes. “I’ll go in with you…” he spoke quieter just to you in the hopes he could entice you if he went with you.

“I really don’t want to get wet…” You moaned. Really not interested in getting thrown in. He wasn’t happy you didn’t accept his olive branch.

“You used to be so much more fun. Relax.” He spoke to you teetering on the edge of the pool. Everyone was telling you to relax lately so you just closed your eyes slightly defeated. He threw you in. The sound of the water engulfing you was jarring. Trent stood on your back patio watching you pull yourself out of the water completely soaked. Your white tank top now see through, your bra on display. He felt so conflicted like he needed to be a responsible but he couldn’t focus… you looked really fucking hot.

“Trentski!!!! Wannna go for a swim?!” one of the other boys called out seeing him walk out of the house. You were underwater when he did so you smiled picking your head up to see him. He jogged up some stone stairs to get to where you all were by the pool.

“I’m all good, lad.” He dapped up a few people. He had been inside after putting Teddy down and then had just kind of chilled in her nursery for a while making sure she was okay. He was exhausted after his game and you appreciated him being so active with how many people flooded your house today. He liked to retreat after matches so this was a little abnormal for the normal post game routine. “Little wet?” He whispered behind you. You leaned back into him. He winced feeling your wet body and hair cold against his warm skin. You hummed. He wrapped his strong arms around you anyways, crossing his muscles over your chest.

“Before the pool… I was on my way up to you.” You reached behind you and dragged your nails down his neck a little harsher, gaining his full attention.

“And now you're all wet.” He cooed. You giggled rolling your neck to the side resting your head back onto his shoulder.

“I was gonna get wet anyways, right?” You asked him batting your eyelashes up at him. He looked away from you with a smirk trying to ignore your comment and pay attention to the conversation ensuing around you.

“It’d be a little different. I’ll show you later.” He whispered resting his chin onto your shoulder. He kissed your cheek and you felt a shiver run through your body. You shuddered with anticipation but also from your wet clothes sticking to your now cold skin.

You went inside a bit later with Lauren and Winnie to your kitchen to make margaritas. Nothing new was happening here. 1942, ice, lime, agave, simple as. You grabbed everything and placed it on the counter and Lauren took over from there. Hers were ‘better’ i.e. she just put more tequila in. You sat at the island with Winnie. You snooped and saw she was on the dating app Raya so you proceeded to tease her and then asked to ‘play.’ Winnie insisted it wasn’t a game to play, she was in fact looking for love.

“No, no, no! This one is a no. Absolutely not.” You sighed as you swiped again and again on Winnie’s account profiling potential matches.

“Why are you even on Raya? You already have access to the gems of that app.” Lauren asked, pausing, holding the cocktail shaker. Raya was the dating app that a lot of athletes used because you had to authenticate and apply to get in so it was better for them but in turn a lot of girls used it in an effort to meet someone like a footballer. Which at the moment, there were a few in your back garden.

“No, I don’t Lauren… because someone keeps hooking up with every man.” Winnie complained, grabbing her phone back from you. She really was only referring to Jude and Marcel, only one was a footballer but she felt like her point still stood.

“Two? Calm down… You were Miss. T has rosters full.” Lauren said back to her pouring the margaritas over ice. She was teasing Winnie because she had ranted on at a dinner once back in New York about how amazing it was to have a professional athlete likely become her brother in law but alas she had not exactly reaped the rewards the same way Lauren had.

“You both need to relaxxxx. You’ll find someone who’ll make you happy and… “ You continued to babble buzzed unintentionally about how perfect your life was indirectly and how they'll eventually have relationships and families. Lauren and Winnie rolled their eyes simultaneously. You were then cut off.

“Y/N, I get you’re a mum and getting married” she laughed. “But not everyone has to do that. I’m perfectly fine like this.” You rolled your eyes dismissing her. Lauren had a firm stance on wanting to always be the ‘fun aunt’ but she was softer than that. She’d be good with kids. You let her yap away about stuff like this because it was authentically her to stand her ground but another more fragile side would always peek through the cracks of her hard exterior. You watched Lauren’s eyes light up and her lips pull into a devious smirk watching the boys outside from the kitchen.

“So what about Jude?” You asked bluntly cutting off her thoughts as she slid a glass over to you. You took your first sip and winced at the harsh burn of the alcohol.

“What about Jude?” She looked at you like you were asking about someone she barely spoke to. Lauren loved to flirt but she was seeing Jude and you knew that.

“Aren’t you talking to him?” You knew she was, she told you she was, Trent told you she was, Jude told Trent she was. She was in Madrid what felt like every other week and if she wasn’t he was flying her to wherever he was.

“No…” She lied poorly so you waited for the truth sipping her drink. Maybe it was better. “Fine, yeah but you think Jude Bellingham isn’t fucking other girls in Madrid?” She said with a bit of sarcasm. You gave her a soft smile. She could put on a good show that’s for sure, she was being herself, yeah, but you knew the glimmer in her eyes well that she really meant ‘how am I meant to know if the boy I like isn’t fucking other people.’

“I don’t know, does he think Lauren Young is fucking other guys in New York, Liverpool, London, and” You were going to name more cities recalling all the places she’d been lately. Your comment seemed judgmental but it wasn’t her bedroom life you cared about. You cared about how she she was feeling about a boy you knew pretty well. They didn’t have to label it if they didn’t want to but clearly they were veering towards dating.

“That’s not nice…” She flicked her eyes at you meanly. You stood up from your stool and walked around the island to her. This Lauren was the one that would always win. The one that really cared. She loved having sex, playing around with men, nothing wrong with that but to say she didn’t care at all about any of it wasn’t true. She liked him and he liked her.

“Sorry! Sorry!” You giggled. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” You hugged her and rested your head on her shoulder. “I just meant maybe you two should clear the air a little, be honest.” You emphasized with real sentiment. “but what do I know I'm a ‘mum.’” You quipped back at her.

“Y/N, don’t be like that! Lauren was just saying she wants to get dicked down whenever she wants by whoever she wants.” Winnie chimed in stopping your subtle jabs. They weren’t serious but she didn’t care listening to you two go tick for tat.

“That’s one way of putting it.” Lauren laughed cheersing Winnie’s glass. Lauren was keeping her and Jude’s monogamy pretty hush. So every time she traveled Winnie thought she was seeing other people, she wasn’t.

“And I don’t get dicked down?” You asked offended stepping back from them reverting the conversation back to yourself.

“I don’t know, what's all that like lately?” Winnie asked you, tracing the shape of Trent’s figure through the window. You started laughing. You and Trent had sex a lot considering his schedule and you had a one year old. Hell, you were waking up getting eaten out from behind. Winnie and Lauren watched you giggle and waited for you to answer impatiently.

“It’s really good. Really, really good.” You answered with a smug smile looking outside at Trent not at them.

“What’s annoying is you know it’s actually really good when she won't tell us. It’s when we yapp on and on about it. That’s when you know you’re actually trying to convince yourself the sex was good.” Lauren explained to Winnie.

“Lucky… So annoying, honestly.” Winnie quipped with an eye roll.

It was George’s birthday so you wanted to go, you really did, but logistically this was insane. George had invited some boys on this birthday trip to go to the United States, which Trent initially thought, given the location, that would somehow convince you but it didn’t. They were going all the way to Nevada for the Las Vegas Grand Prix. While that sounded amazing, it took almost half a day just to travel there. It was nice to include you, you didn’t expect to be but it was a relaxed trip, you’d gone on holiday with a lot of them before. This was just such a bad idea but Trent was hell bent. Yes, he would be mid season but if it meant you got to watch an F1 race he’d certainly find a way. It was late November and your baby was not your baby. She was 14 months and it felt like she was practically a teenager.

“Baby, I swear it’ll be so fun. Promise. George told me that Winnie should come as well. It won’t be just you and lads. Your parents can take Ted, please, baby.” He was begging you like he wanted to go to a party and you were his parent.

“T, I never said you couldn’t go!” You giggled massaging his muscular shoulders leaned over the back of the couch as he sat with Teddy. Her cute gaze looking up at you. You pressed a kiss to her lips before you kept talking. “Honestly, I just don’t think it makes sense for me to go to Las Vegas with a bunch of English boys.”

“It’s because we’re English?” His eyes narrowed at you in confusion and then he laughed. “That’s such a random bullshit lie Y/N. You’re just being lazy, come with me. Come have fun with me.” He begged you. You’d be lying if your mind didn’t immediately rush to the idea of having him alone in a hotel room for a few days. Just the way his arms were wrapped so strongly around your baby girl, how gentle his thumb moved over her cheek. You were jealous of Teddy right now, she always got his attention when he was home. Summer seemed ages ago already and you missed him, his time felt hard to come by.

“It’s not a lie, this is just a lad’s holiday in Las Vegas… Do you understand how that sounds? Like it's just a bunch of boys flying to Las Vegas… like casinos, strip clubs, I don't know what you're doing” You went to keep talking, explaining to him that ‘lads on tour’ is really only fun if you're one of the lads.

“Yeah, George, big into strip clubs, baby.” He teased you. You said it more as a description of Las Vegas not really thinking about what they were going to actually do. George definitely had rigid principles. A strip club just was not his vibe at all so to be fair the idea that it’d be something they’d do was pretty far out of the question. “You didn’t mind crashing the first time, look how that turned out… Made the most perfect girl in the whole world. Huh? Are you perfect, my baby bear?” Trent cooed in between pressing a million kisses onto Teddy. You could barely make out his words but you knew what he was saying. “C’mon baby. It'll be quick” He whined.

“It quite literally will not. It’s like a 10 hour flight, T.” You complained, squeezing his shoulder a little tighter cheekily. He winced at the tension you pinched his muscles with.

“See you’re already doing your math in your head. I know you’ve got half of your trip planned by the time I’m even finishing this sentence.” He teased. He joked with you that you often had your own mathematical system in your head. The way you processed things ahead of time. Really this mathematical system was just a form of anxiety he didn’t experience. It consisted of problem solving the likes of ‘if its an 8 hour time difference and a 10 hour flight, we’ll have to leave England on this date at this time, etc, etc, etc.’ It was exhausting and you were relieved that he thought it was endearing and not crazy.

When you landed in Las Vegas it was late and you went straight to the hotel. Your parents had kindly taken Teddy. You’d only be away from her for about 72 hours total and about one of the days would be spent traveling. Nevertheless, it made you so nervous. You really didn’t leave her overnight ever. You didn’t want to. It stressed you out but you had a lovely flight with Trent regardless. You collapsed into the hotel bed almost immediately upon arrival.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You giggled leaning into the pillows behind you. Trent laid on top of you entirely. His weight was crushing you but you didn’t mind. He sighed and he nuzzled into your neck.

“Baby, I miss her.” He muffled into your skin. You pouted hearing him. He was always honest with you, he just wasn’t always keen about letting himself be vulnerable but here he was. It just fell out. He really missed Teddy.

“Me too, T. It’s okay though. I’ll be with her soon.” You rubbed his back hoping to comfort him the best you could knowing you were going to see her and he was going straight back to work.

“I just am starting to feel bad like I’m already away from her so much and now I’m just tacking on days. I didn’t think about it this way and now I just miss my baby.” He spoke still muffled against you. “Sorry…” He unnecessarily apologized.

“It’s okay, baby.... You know you can tell me these things, T? I want to know. I understand. I miss her so much but she’ll be fine. Probably doesn’t even know what's going on. Will be back with mummy and daddy in no time.” You giggled thinking of your little girl.

“I feel like a bad dad. I’m so happy you’re connecting with her. Seeing you with her, I love it all, really, but I’m jealous. I’m getting nervous I’m away from her too much. Like it didn’t surprise me she said your name first. I knew it. I could feel it. As much as it’s all jokes, I'm starting to get worried.” You stroked up his spine once more before pausing. You felt horrible he felt that way. You understood he was definitely away from home more than you could have ever predicted. You never imagined seeing him so infrequently in and out of the house but that didn’t mean the time he was home with you and with Teddy wasn’t incredibly impactful. Trent loved his job more than anything in the world but you don’t think he ever anticipated what it’d feel like to have her. You pressed your lips to his hair and he just clung to you.

“You’re the best dad to her. I promise.” You whispered. Trent loved you, of course he did but you were an independent person. Teddy needed so much, she needed to learn and grow and feel and he hated that even though he was doing the thing that allowed her to have the life she does, he was missing so much of it. He fell asleep quietly, thoughts screaming. You stayed up just having a think inspecting every inch of his skin. Every divet, tan line, and freckle. It sounds ridiculous but you wanted to just see how human he was. With Trent, he just did things on another level. He was so good at… life. He was a great athlete, a great partner, a great son, he was everything and you loved him for all those incredible high points yet the moments where he wavered, the ones where he may have felt low, you really loved him for those. You selfishly wanted to know you took care of him, that he trusted you, that he felt safe with you. The moments when he wasn’t on the biggest stage. The confidence he showed learning how to be a dad was equally if not much more impressive than watching him walk out onto a pitch. He was everything to you and Teddy. You wanted to tell him for hours just ramble all the things you adored about him but you figured you’d let him sleep for now. You’d tell him in the morning and you did.

The circuit was hot. You got to the grid for qualifying the day before the race in Las Vegas and the weather was warm and it was packed with people. This was Trent’s element. As reserved as he could be he had an aura and charisma that drew people to him and made these types of events his domain. He was away from home. He could step out of his comfort zone a little so you pushed him to dress that way. You had met with a friend of yours who was a personal stylist a couple months ago. She had texted you when Prada’s new collection came into Selfridges. You were headed into Manchester to hopefully find something for Teddy’s birthday but ended up with a lot of bags for yourself and Trent including a pair of beige overalls, you were begging him to wear tomorrow. Overtime in your relationship, Trent just gave in to letting you dress him. It started slow trying to convince you he could rival the fits you pulled together but the fact of the matter is that you had done this for a living. You could strike a football as well but you wouldn’t try to tell him you could do it as a job.

“No, you do not understand.” You emphasized with a laugh trying to get him to comprehend just how good he really looked. You had dressed Trent in a white tee. He underestimated how good it was. You always remember seeing him pulling a similar white t-shirt over his head the first night you spent with him. It was seared into your brain. It was mouth watering. His tan was still lingering from summer. He got sent a pair of trousers from Adidas you approved and it looked almost too good. Too clean. As much as you had thought about what Trent would wear you didn’t really anticipate you would be attending this so your outfit really was an afterthought. You opted for an embroidered crop top you had picked up in your Selfridges haul and a khaki mini skirt paired with a Mui Mui green bag. You didn’t think too much about this but Trent told you you probably wouldn't go back to the hotel before dinner so you wanted to wear something that could work for your whole day.

After you visited one of the garages you walked through the paddock holding Trent’s hand. Winnie met up with you and you actually were having a really good time. The sun was out and it was just good vibes celebrating with George. You went up into a hospitality suite overlooking the track. Trent offered to get you drinks so you took him up on it. While he was waiting, a teammate of his came up behind him to say hello. Jadon Sancho played in the Bundesliga so he wasn’t in England during the year currently but you had met him maybe once or twice. He had a funny couple years between moving clubs and just coming back into form so he wasn’t around the international team much anymore but he and Trent were still tight. He and his friends had also managed to swing this trip.

“Nah, fiancé now bro. I haven’t spoken to you, you know. You go to Germany, we don’t hear from you.” Trent filled Jadon in on his life at the bar with a laugh. To be fair, keeping in touch got slightly difficult if they were both in season. You hadn’t shared the engagement on social media so unless you or Trent had let someone know directly they wouldn’t know.

“Yeah? She here?” Jadon asked as he leaned onto the bar top. Trent picked his head up to nod towards your direction for him to follow with his eyes.

“Yeah, mate. Her sister as well.” Trent confirmed. Jadon licked his lips gazing through the room. He eyed Winnie immediately. Trent's eyes narrowed, a little surprised by Jadon's response to looking at her then the light bulb in his head went off. He thought maybe this was his chance to finally give Winnie someone from his roster.

“You should come say hello.” Trent told him presenting the offer with feigned innocence. As if Jadon wanted to come say hi to you, which you're sure he would’ve done, he was lovely, but the hot single girl next to you was definitely a driving force. “You and your boys should come out with us tonight.” Jadon nodded as Trent picked up the two drinks for you and Winnie.

“Sound. Girls coming with you all night?” He asked and Trent just laughed squeezing his shoulder dragging him off the bar. Jadon and him caught up as they made their way through a crowded room.

“He’s cuteeeee” Winnie sang in your ear watching Trent talk to Jadon at the bar.

“I don't really know anything about him. They were friends before we met and then he moved so I don't know much.” You told her the honest truth. You didn’t know much about Jadon and the things you did know were mostly football related. ‘Good dribbler’ and ‘techy’ didn’t really help you get to know someone any better.

“I’d be interested in finding out more” Winnie cooed, squeezing your arm with a big smile on her face. You weren’t really watching her, you were watching Trent. The sun barrelled into the room through the glass windows and he just looked unreal. His high cheek bones catching the sun, his dark brown eyes lit with honey hues, you could see his annoyingly long eyelashes you were envious of from all the way where you were standing. Just the way he moved and walked was so hot. He unintentionally was driving you insane.

“He looks so fucking good, Win.” You moaned to her and he did… he looked sexy. She laughed a little at your desperation for someone you were engaged to. It’s not like you had to build the courage to go up and get his number, you had it already, you had his baby too. “Don’t make this something it’s not but I feel like he thinks of me as a mum now” you confided in Winnie.

“You are a mum.” She laughed so you rolled your eyes at her. You didn’t mean literally. It’s not like you weren’t having sex or either of you weren’t enjoying it. Trust you were. Sex was just in your bed more often than not now because you had a child so you werent exactly going to fuck on the kitchen counter. You had to be quiet, there were boundaries you needed to abide by. Seeing him right now though made you want to just pull him into a room and rip off all his clothes. You looked at Winnie as you spoke trying to make sure you articulated this correctly because you weren’t unhappy. You were horny.

“I kinda just wish he would blow my back out.” Your sentence was cut off when Trent came and interrupted. Winnie popped her lips into a smile hoping he didn’t catch the last bit of your sentence.

“Baby, you remember Sanch right?” Trent asked you. You smiled and turned towards Jadon. You gave him a hug,

“Yeah, yeah course” You leaned back adjusting the way the waistband of your skirt sat on your hips suddenly feeling very hot under Trent’s gaze. “You alright?” You asked, trying to act normal but you were distracted. You made quick work of the conversation and he was as nice and polite as you remembered but funny as well. You forgot. You forgot to tell Winnie he was funny. He asked about Teddy telling you you looked incredible for having a one year old. You rolled your eyes not believing him but you moved on. Trent began to introduce him to Winnie when Jadon turned his head towards her in acknowledgment with a smug look.

“Winnie.” She reintroduced herself talking over Trent. Winnie said her name in the most uppity way she could, sticking out her hand to shake his. Trent slid his hand around your waist and squeezed your side. You shook your head because you could see exactly what was unfolding in front of you. Trent proud of his handiwork although he really didn’t do anything, Winnie eager to finally meet a friend of Trent’s she might actually hit it off with, and Jadon naively or maybe willingly stepping into your sister’s trap. Winnie loved to be the object of desire, to be saved, honestly,so did you it was fun playing the damsel in distress sometimes. But Winnie wanted it to be done in a way that was nasty. Defile me type vibes so when she met a guy she was interested in she started her introduction with her nose high up in the air so when she was eventually on her knees for them it would be all the more thrilling. They’d feel like they conquered her, broke her down into this. Really, the whole time she was playing them, getting exactly what she wanted.

You watched the race qualifiers and then went out to dinner for George's birthday round one. This was a little more relaxed then what you had planned for tomorrow so Jadon and two of his friends joined in. There was a lot of tension at your end of the table. Winnie and you drinking and being probably too handsy. It was a steamy dinner but everyone made it out of the restaurant and to the club clothed. It was a hot club. Like you were actually warm. You were in a roped off area so you had space but the enclosed place filled with a lot of people still made you skin slightly slick. It smelt like perfume and sweat in a deliciously sweet way. It was loud in there too. You could feel the bass of the music in your chest. The house edits of Top 40 songs were blurring into one tedious beat. You watched on inconspicuously as Jadon and Winnie ‘talked.’ That's at least what she said she was going to do when she got up.

“I’ve heard good things about your sister from Trent” Jadon spoke in Winnie’s ear.

“Oh yeah?” Winnie asked in response, a little confused where he was going but also not at all. It wouldn’t exactly the first time someone spoke to Winnie about you on a night out. People would always ask for threesomes, get with her to get with you, all sorts of bullshit so she kind of rolled her eyes at it but listened anyway. She felt disappointed and all over the place because he seemed so nice so she didn’t think he’d try to mess about with you, especially considering the ring on your finger but she was drunk and so was he so what did she really know.

“Yeah. Heard she’s a good girl. Are you?” He whispered and his words dripped like honey. It sent a shiver down her spine. Winnie internally was screaming. This. This is what she wanted. The way his hand caressed her hip, slipping his thumb into the waistband of her trousers, his accent, the whole thing had her reeling in excitement but she presented cool and calm.

“Mmm no.” she replied after a minute of pretending to think. She pressed her drink to her lips hiding her curling lips.

“No?” Jadon questioned her with a smirk. It was so much fun riling a boy up and if he was hot, even better. Her body was on fire under his touch. “I think I can make you a good girl f’me though. What’d you think?” He kept talking. His words had her in a trance, his hands on her body had her possessed.

“Would you rather I be good or bad for you when you take me home?” She whispered, dropping her drink to her side to hold it by her side. Jadon bit his lip and narrowed his gaze getting more and more entangled with her. Winnie was a lot braver than you. Her forwardness being one of the ways in which she was but it also got her exactly what she wanted.

You laughed imagining what their conversation was like. Their words and accents colliding making the perfect mess. Winnie’s valley girl american slang trying to converse with Jadon from South London was just jokes but you couldn't imagine the direction their conversation had taken or maybe you could but in anycase watching two people meet for the first time, touch for the first time, make advances, Jadon's hand creeping up Winnie’s bare waist had you tense.

“Hi” you giggled, turning around to look at Trent. You were sitting on his lap at a small table, you didn’t need to greet him but you wanted his attention. Winnie had gotten what she wanted and you were envious. You had been wanting Trent.

“You okay? You want to go?” You hated that he jumped there first. You wanted his hand to slide up on your leg not take you home. The fizz that was sparkling away in you went flat. You were focused on his dominant hand holding his drink resting on top of your thigh, the wet bottom of the glass running down the inside of your leg some. You’d not paid any attention to the one he had just managed to sneak under your skirt. He grazed over your covered core with his fingers. You bit your lip knowing better than to make a noise or react. You suddenly lost your breath and any thought in your head. He readjusted in his seat underneath you purposefully pushing his hips up into you. The club was loud but you had to still fight back a moan. “You still want your back blown out?” He whispered into your ear. The warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear and the feeling of his soft lips grazing over it had you weak. You stiffened. You were mortified he had heard you earlier today and then suddenly not at all, excitement washing over you. You leaned your head back onto him. You hummed a confirmation interested in what he had to offer seeing as he knew now.

“You’re gonna do what I say, alright?” He continued whispering to you in a low sexy tone quietly just for you to hear. You hummed once more feeling his fingers press tight circles over your covered clit in the most discreet way. You stared straight ahead looking at nothing in particular trying to be nonchalant. “Go to the bathroom and start…” That's all he said.

“What…?” You genuinely didn’t understand. He gripped you a little tighter with his other hand signaling to you he was serious about what he was saying.

“I want you to go to the bathroom and I want you to play with this pussy till I get there.” His words made your whole body feel numb. His commanding tone had you dizzy. What was going on?

“Are you serious?” You attempted a whispered back, completely shocked. The feeling of his lips peeling and pressing onto the skin of your neck was hypnotizing. You could barely focus but you heard him hum the same way you had before confirming that it was exactly what he wanted. Clearly Trent had been feeling the same way you had and was taking matters into his own hands. That said, you were out with friends, you were parents now, you were in public. Was he really asking for you to go do this? That wasn’t really the crazy part though it was the fact that you were actually going to go and do it for him.

“Video it.” He continued to instruct you. “Send it to me and I’ll decide if you’re ready for me to come and blow your back out” His words alone had you dripping. Your jaw slacked a little. Honestly, you’d done far too many inappropriate things with him but every. single. time. it just made your heart race and your pussy pulse. He was so hot and you were going to do whatever he wanted you to. You stood and he helped you up but practically pushed you off eager for you to get going. You didn’t turn back to look at him. You ‘dropped’ your phone instead and bent over to pick it up. You leaned over putting yourself on full display to him. The black thong you had on not covering any of you. Your ass in his face. You stood back up and adjusted your skirt but flashed him a little bit more of your asscheek one more time. He shut his eyes softly, shaking his head with a smirk on his face. He loved this. He loved you. You peered over your shoulder to make sure he was watching and walked off.

When Trent got a text from you he'd never been more excited. He could feel all the blood rush to his cock. The second you sat down on his lap at the club he was trying not to think about fucking you but right now it was the only thing he wanted to think about. He leaned back in his seat so only he could see his screen. There you were sitting on the counter of the restroom, legs open for him teasing your clit. You were wet. You had a hard time getting started but the idea of him watching in front of everyone and having to behave until he got to you was setting your desire for him a blaze. You wanted him to come and blow your back out badly.

“Just gonna go make sure she’s okay.” Trent tapped George on the knee letting him know. It was more of a ‘don’t look for me’ type thing then a ‘I’m worried’ type of notification though.

“Yeah mate, all good.” George answered him watching him puff out a bit of air gearing up for you. George smirked. Obviously, you were just fine. Trent knocked on the door and you hopped off the sink completely giddy but almost dizzy. God, you had really worked yourself up. You opened the door slightly and leaned your head against it to peak out. You couldn’t not smile seeing the cheeky eager grin on his face.

‘So dirty f’me, baby. Getting off at a club” He teased you as he pulled your bottom lip with his hand. You stepped back into the room and he closed the door. His free hand reaching behind him to lock it.

“Stop!” You whined desperately. “I need you and I want you, T” You dragged your hands desperately down his chest playing with the waistband of his trousers immediately. You were like an enigma to Trent sometimes, you were so strong willed, knew exactly what you wanted and yet you were so submissive. He loved it and ate every bit of it up.

“I know you do and you didn’t tell me. Gotta tell me, pretty girl. How am I meant to know?” He said in a smug voice. He grabbed your hips and pushed you back towards the sink. He slowly moved his hands up your body grazing his thumbs over your recently reclaimed toned stomach.

“You always know when I need you, please.” You begged him. He brushed the underside of your boobs and you moaned. He smiled and looked at you with his big brown eyes. You were a goner tonight. He slid his hands back down your stomach away from your boobs, over your hips, and kneaded your ass.

“So fucking beautiful, yeah?” He hummed bringing his lips to your neck. He began to leave wet harsh kisses, nibbling at your most sensitive area. “So fucking sexy. Just for me.” He wasn’t asking, he was telling you and he was right. He continued moving his hands behind your thighs and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around the waist the way you’d been fantasizing about all day. He placed you back onto the counter but not too far back, a little towards the edge, just where he needed you.The hem of your skirt pushed up and he slid his hands up your thighs.

“So I did a good job then?” You asked eager to know his review of the video. Hi fingers ghosted over your wet pussy. You were dreaming of how good his would’ve felt as opposed to yours.

“Don’t know, what do you think? You tell me what you like more. Do you like when you do it or..” he dragged his words before he paused. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Or what? You needed him to move faster. You could feel your wetness on the counter beneath you. He was so devastatingly beautiful staring back at your smug as can be. He knew the answer before he even started.

“Baby…” you moaned quietly and desperately. He dragged two of his fingers down the inside of your thigh then back up towards your core. It was torturously slow. He finally gave into you and ran his fingers through your pussy, your slick coating his fingers. You slid your hands up his chest and pulled at his shirt to bring him closer to you for a kiss. You couldn’t fight back a whisper though, feeling his fingers finally dip inside. He pulled away from your kiss with a smug smile.

“Where?” he asked ambiguously. You were not in a head space to be able to read his mind right now.

“Oh fuck, that feel so good!” You whined. He stopped his movements suddenly though and you wanted to cry but he looked at you with intent telling you to answer the question. You figured it out. You guessed, but you were right. “In my pocket.” you breathed heavily trying to move a little to get him to continue. He took his free hand and reached into the pocket of your skirt and pulled out the tiny black thong you’d been wearing. He just tucked it away into his own pocket and swiftly moved on. Sometimes Trent was even too cool, too calm, and too ahead of the game for you to even keep up. His fingers began to work you up again. He went slow at first curling his digits into the place you loved for them to be and then up to a blistering pace. You were soaking wet, in a more conscious state you probably would've been concerned you would slide off the counter top but at the moment Trent’s frame pushing you back and his legs keeping yours open was all you needed You felt that familiar knot in your stomach form. You shut your eyes overwhelmed by the pleasure. The knot snapped swiftly before you could tell him. Your pussy pulsating around his fingers. You released and a sensation of pleasure washed over you.

“What'd you think, baby? Who makes you feel better, huh?” Trent loved being praised and praise he deserved. You had a hard time coming back down to earth. Your chest was heaving, you could feel a bead of sweat run down your neck.

“You, baby. Oh my god, definitely you.” You giggled out of breath leaning back against the bathroom mirror with a tired smile.

“What I thought. I always take care of you don’t I?” You nodded as he dragged his thumb over your core again gathering your slick between your legs before he parted your lips a little more to swipe over your clit slowly. His touch sent a shiver up your spine, pushing out a soft moan. “Just gotta ask me, baby then you wouldn’t ever have to touch yourself like that. Hmm? Tell me what you were thinking about touching yourself?” You gripped his strong biceps urgently as he started to move his finger faster and harder on your clit.

“You, T.” you whined. He smirked back at you proud. Your pussy began to throb oversensative and desperate for more of him. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum, baby. Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” Your jaw slacked as you convulsed. You felt like you were going to pass out.

“There we go, baby. Think you’re ready now.” He pulled you off the counter onto wobbly legs but he held you steady. “You still want me?” He asked gently, you nodded still coming down from your orgasms, so he turned you to face the mirror tenderly. You bent over for him. He didn’t need to ask. This is all you’d been thinking about. He traced your spine with one of his fingers. Just his touch made goosebumps rise on your skin. His hand reached around you and wrapped around your throat which made you gasp. He pulled you back to him so you were standing against him. You could see yourself pressed against him in his strong hold in the mirror.

“Trent…” you whimpered with barely any air left in your throat. The lack of oxygen made you felt dizzy and you loved it. His lips all over your neck. You pushed your ass back into him. He smacked your ass cheek and you let out a delicious moan for him. You jolted further forward on the countertop arching your back more. He pumped himself a few times before he pressed his tip leaking pre cum against your clit. He was slow despite your eagerness. He grazed over your hole teasingly before he sank in.

“This what you wanted, beautiful?” He asked as he began to move in and out of you. Your brain was in a complete fog. You had no other thoughts other than the ones about him. You moaned yes what felt like a thousand times loving every second his cock filled you. You felt one of his hands let go of your hip. Trent reached into his pocket and pulled out your panties. He seamlessly grabbed one of your wrists and pinned it behind your back and then the other. You rested your cheek against the mirror. It was the only way you could support yourself as he continued to thrust into you. He wrapped and twisted the lace material tight around your wrists and held them back against your hot skin. Your mouth parted, overwhelmed by what he was doing. Your eyes rolled back when he began to hit deeper inside of you with new leverage. “C’mon, answer pretty girl ” he asked harshly. You were too fucked out to care but it was probably a good thing the music was so loud in the club so no one could hear the lewd noises you and your skin slapping was creating. You could barely answer him, too focused on the feeling of him. He lifted one of his legs to your side to fuck you from a different angle and your mind went blank. His cock hit your gspot in a way that had you crumbling all over again. He slowed and pulled out of you. He turned you around and lifted you up back onto the counter in one swift sequence.

“That was so good. More, baby” you requested. “Want your cum inside of me.” Your eyelids felt so heavy. You smiled at him incredibly turned on. He looked at you and thought he could cum just from the beautiful lustful expression on your face. You pulled him into you and kissed down his neck. You sucked on his sensitive skin disregarding your better judgment. You didn't leave marks on him too often and definitely not in places people could see during the season. He didn’t stop you though. You bit into his skin desperately leaving behind markings. Souvenirs he could take home from your trip. He let out a breathy moan before he couldn’t wait any longer, he plunged back into you. He stretched your soaked pussy out so perfectly. He thrusted in and out of you again and again. You were in your own world. Nothing else but each other existed right now and it felt like that. You were completely intoxicated by the other. The way you sounded, the way you felt, the way you looked, it was hard to last any longer than you had without cumming again.

“I’m gonna cum.” You moaned desperately, feeling his hand drop in between your bodies and begin circling your throbbing clit. Your whines now matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Your lips stuck parted as he fucked you into another orgasm.

“Cum f’me, baby.” he grunted just about to reach his own high. He kissed your shoulder and bit down when he felt you clench around his cock. “Be a good girl f’me. Cum.” He demanded as you made a mess on his length. You clung to him tighter then before wrapping your legs around him so he couldn’t pull away. Your vision went a little blurry when you felt his warm cum pumped deep inside of you. His hands pulled your trembling slightly sweaty body in the softest way completely flush against him. He kissed you everywhere he could. “Did such a good job baby…” He whispered out of breath as he stilled before pulling out. His fingers pushed his cum back into your sensitive pussy.

“I love you so much, T.” you smiled shyly looking up at him. You grabbed his hand with yours and brought it to your lips. You gently kissed over his knuckles. He laughed seeing your thong still wrapped around your one wrist loosely now.

“I love you. So good f’me.” He cooed. You kissed his lips before he stopped you from trying to unravel your panties. He took them from you and pocketed them again. “We’ll use them later… promise.” he winked at you and your heart faltered with excitement as he helped you off the sink with a giggle.

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[bravevolunteer]

i've said this before but i'm so convinced the aftons did a grand canyon vacation

[nickfowlerrr]

everybody talks

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut, fluff, a bit of angst. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. nipple play. if i’m missing something that needs to be tagged, pls lmk!

words: almost 7.7k

notes: happy halloween 👻 so i had an idea for reclusive neighbor!bucky meeting reader when she stops by his house with a group of kids for trick or treating, and this is very much not that but i think it still works lol. also, i wrote this in a day? i don’t think i’ve ever written more than like 4k in a day before so, yay me!

i wanted to participate in @witchywithwhiskey’s horror movie hoe-a-thon but i decided so last minute and then thought the deadline was the 31st, but i absolutely read the guidelines wrong bc it was actually yesterday and i missed it lol. i’m linking her event still though bc i did use a quote prompt! 🖤

The loud shaking of the wobbly cart you grabbed in your hurry precedes you as you make your way through the ridiculously crowded grocery store. Normally you would have been mortified - probably would have left the cart and ventured off to grab what you needed sans basket - but you don’t have the time to be concerned about the looks you’re getting as you walk fast down the aisles. 

When your sister asked you for help organizing a family halloween party, you didn’t realize she meant an actual little community family friendly party for the street she lived on.

You had gotten two frozen pizzas, a bag of candy, a case of soda, and some random bags of chips you were sure your nieces would love, just last night. That would have certainly been enough for you, your nieces, and both your sisters, but unfortunately, that wasn’t where the guest list ended. 

The look on her face when you showed up to her house with just those few things would have been funny if she wasn’t already on the brink of a breakdown.

Her husband was out of town for work and she was doing all the halloween prep for Sid herself, thus why she enlisted your help with the party and your younger sister’s help for the trick or treating plans.

Before she could snap and completely lose her cool on you, you were already rushing to the front door, keys still in hand, promising you’d be back within the hour and she had nothing to worry about.

That’s how you found yourself among the crowd of the woefully unprepared this afternoon. 

You loaded the cart with six more frozen pizzas, three family servings of the deli’s hot and ready fried chicken, two packs of halloween cupcakes, two more cases of soda, an extra case of water, and three boxes of capri suns before you started filling the cart with the halloween party snacks you found in the holiday section. 

You were getting a workout as you pushed the basket, less shaky now thanks to the added weight, heading to the candy section to grab a few bags of whatever they had left.

You were distracted by the end cap display as you turned down the aisle and didn’t see the man standing right in front of you, accidentally running into him. Though, running into him sounds like an exaggeration. With how heavy your basket was, and how sturdy the man before you was, it was more like a bump - a love tap. He didn’t even really react to it aside from looking over briefly to you and your basket.

Even still, you apologized profusely, rambling an apology about not looking where you were going before you finally got an actual look at your victim. 

Your words stopped almost abruptly when your eyes met with crystal blues. His stare was icy, but not cold, moreso piercing.

He blinked and broke your trance, offering you a shy smile before he looked away.

“It’s okay, you’re fine,” he said, eyes fixed back on the shelves of candy.

He was dressed in dark denim jeans and a black crewneck sweatshirt, his hair was dark and down to just above his broad shoulders, and the stubble that lined his strong jaw suited him well. You didn’t realize you were staring again until he looked back up at you.

You forced yourself to smile then, ignoring the heat you could feel creeping up your neck and rising to your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you offered with a nervous laugh before you forced the cart behind where he stood to go onward. 

You could have sworn you saw a blush rising to his cheeks as he smiled to himself, avoiding your gaze, but you weren’t entirely sure. 

And you definitely didn’t have the time to ponder on it.

Instead, you began your own search of the shelves to find not only your nieces’ favorites, but your sisters’, too. 

They were both working hard to make their kids’ halloween a good one, they deserved a little treat themselves when all the work was done. You, on the other hand, still single and child free, were planning on treating yourself all night. You were there to help, sure, but most of the work wouldn’t be done by you. You were looking forward to seeing them off to trick or treat and plopping down on your sister’s couch to watch movies for the rest of the night - handing out candy, of course, should any kids come by.

Once the party was set up and over, you’d be free for the night and you couldn’t wait.

You were lucky to find most of what you were looking for, but couldn’t seem to find the last kind of chocolates you wanted to get. 

As your eyes scoured the shelves, you found yourself looking back over to where the handsome stranger still stood. His brows were furrowed as he held up two boxes of full size candy bars, seeming to be debating between the two.

The look of concentration on his face was endearing, you could almost chuckle at how serious in thought he seemed to be over candy.

You smiled to yourself, returning to your search. As your eyes left the man, traveling instead to the rows of candy in front of him, that was when you saw the bag you needed. In the section right where he was standing, because of course they’d be there. 

He huffed in exasperation before you watched him drop both boxes of candy into his cart. He turned to head down the aisle in your direction and his eyes widened slightly when he saw you still standing there.

“Oh, sorry, I’m in your way, aren’t I.”

“No, you’re fine!” You assured him as you left your basket, walking closer to him. “I just needed to grab this,” you said, looking up with the bag in hand. He hadn’t moved from where he stood as you approached, so you were inadvertently in his personal space - but he didn’t make any attempt to move from you. In fact, he looked almost frozen. 

His bright eyes were on you, one hand on his cart, the other clenched by his side. He seemed to go a bit ridge at your proximity, like he didn’t want to make any sudden movements, but he relaxed after a second after seeing your soft smile, blinking at you as his cheeks burned. 

You quickly backed away, hoping to not make him more uncomfortable and to not embarrass yourself further.

You grabbed onto your cart and looked his way once more, meeting his eye again as his sights were already on you. 

You smiled shyly, “Sorry, again, for hitting you,” you offered, “happy halloween.”

He didn’t respond verbally, but he did give you a small nod of acknowledgement.

Your smile grew tighter before you turned and made for the check out, sighing as you rolled your eyes at yourself, mentally chastising yourself for being such an awkward inducing mess. 

The lines were long and as you waited, you had to field a call from your sister, promising her you were checking out and would be back at her house soon.

You finally got through the line and were on your way out the sliding door when your cart almost crashed into another. You gasped as you pulled at your cart to stop, the heavy weight carrying it forward, its momentum causing it to almost ram right into the cart beside it.

The doors were only big enough for one cart to go through at a time, so you looked up to offer whoever it was you almost crashed into the lead.

It was your turn for your eyes to widen as you once again were met with those piercing blues.

“I am so sorry, I’m not doing this on purpose, I swear,” you laughed nervously, backing up a bit so he’d have room to go through the doors. “Go for it,” you said.

He shook his head, “Please,” he gestured for you to go in front, “ladies first.”

Had you not been in a hurry, you would’ve argued that he should go ahead, but seeing as your phone was lighting up with messages from your erratic sister, you smiled and pushed on forward. “Thank you,” you breathed.

You were trying not to pay attention as he followed behind you, but when you got to your car, halting your basket at your trunk, you couldn’t help but notice as he stopped next to you.

You looked over at him, and he looked over at you. He smiled this time, popping his trunk, “What are the odds?”

You tittered, not knowing how to respond. You couldn’t help your smile though as you turned back to your trunk and started putting the bags in.

He himself didn’t have much in the way of bags, and was finished putting his stuff away and taking his cart back by the time you were halfway done putting your stuff in your car.

You saw as he approached his door from your peripheral, and looked up and over in his direction as he abruptly stopped just before he was about to pull open his door.

For a second, he looked like he was about to turn around but then thought better of it, reaching for the door handle again before pulling away once more. 

He squeezed his car keys in his hand before he turned back around, completely this time. You blinked at him, in a bit of a stupor as he came up to you. You waited for him to speak as he opened his mouth before quickly shutting it, taking a breath, then anxiously licking his lips.

“I’m Bucky,” he introduced himself a bit stiffly before his lip quirked up in a nervous half smile. Your brows raised of their own volition before you gave him your name in turn.

He seemed to be relieved by your reply, as if he was worried you would have ignored him, before he took another step closer to your car. “Can I give you a hand?”

“Oh, uhm, sure. That’d be great, thanks.”

“Big plans for the night?” he asked as he slid the packs of soda and the water into the car.

“My sister is hosting a little halloween party for the families on her street before they head out trick or treating tonight, I’m helping her out with setup and food. But after that,” you sighed, putting a few more bags in, “I’m planning on just watching movies between trick or treaters. Nothing crazy. You?” you asked, looking over to him.

“I’m planning pretty much the same. I don’t know how many trick or treaters to expect, I’m new to the neighborhood and… maybe haven’t been the friendliest neighbor,” he cringed to himself as he grabbed the boxes of juice. “But I got the full size candy bars, so…”

“Sprung for the full size, huh? I’m sure those kids’ll love it. You’ll be the talk of the block,” you joked.

His chuckle had you smiling so hard you had to bite your lip to keep from looking like an idiot.

Bucky took the last of the bags from you and set them carefully down before he closed the trunk for you. You were hanging onto the cart, waiting to say bye before you walked it to its home, as he turned, shoving his hands in his pockets before he spoke. He had that anxious look on his face again, his eyes down at the ground while he licked his lips mindlessly before he met your eye.

“I, uhm,” he seemed to register where his hands were then and took them out of his pockets, “I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but, did you maybe, want to exchange numbers?” he asked, bright blue eyes bearing into yours.

Your lips parted unbidden, eyebrows raising in surprise, or more like shock, as your eyes widened.

“You- you want my number?” you asked stupidly. You didn’t give him a chance to answer though before you continued, “Uhm, yeah,” you nodded, “sure.”

The delicate smile on your lips grew as you reached for your phone.

You exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes before you were finally headed back to your sister’s place.

You were smiling like a fool as you drove, a sense of giddy taking over you. This kind of stuff never happened to you. You were still in a bit of disbelief as you pulled into your sister’s driveway, calling her to help you unload but deciding against telling her about your little grocery store meet cute. At least until the party was underway and her stress levels came down.

—

Grumpy. 

That’s the word you would use to describe your current state.

This was not how tonight was supposed to go. You should be lounging on a couch watching scary movies with a bowl full of candy right now, not clopping down the street in your wedges - a last minute costume thrown together as your niece held your hand and pulled you along with her while your sisters and baby niece strolled behind.

Sidney had thrown a fit when she learned you wouldn’t be coming along for trick or treating and only calmed down when you finally relented and agreed. But of course, you couldn’t just go out in what you were already wearing, no, that would be too easy. You absolutely needed a costume. 

At your sisters’ and niece’s goading, you were forced to put something together. 

You were already in all black, so you snagged the leftover cat ear headband your sister had and made your already done eye look a little more exaggerated. You all left soon after, your niece’s jubilance as she skipped out of the house easing your annoyance at the change of plans. As you started down the driveway, you were cursing yourself for not having brought your sneakers, and your sisters for both having smaller feet than you.

You walked up to house after house with your niece, taking turns switching who was going up to the door every two or three houses. In between houses, you finally told your sisters about the guy you met at the store earlier, how attractive he was, how he helped you load your car, and how he asked for your number before you went your separate ways.

It was nice to be able to talk with them about it, it had been a long time since it had been just the three of you together - no obnoxious boyfriends or overly talkative husbands to interrupt your conversations. You had to say, you were starting to feel a bit more grateful for your niece’s insistence on you joining them.

As you talked to your little sister while she held her daughter, you both watched as your niece tugged on her mom’s hand, refusing to go up the pathway of the house you were now at. As you looked around, you realized everyone else seemed to be avoiding the house, too. You weren’t sure why, though. The porch light was on and there was a cute, though solitary, ghost decoration that would greet you as you walked up the path to the house. 

“What is up with that?” you asked aloud.

As your older sister walked back over, she answered your question. “She doesn’t wanna go, she says it’s haunted.”

You fixed your niece with a look, “What do you mean haunted? Who told you that?”

“Evan and Fifi. They said the metal man lives here and he kills anyone who tries to come in.”

“The metal man, huh? Well,” you said, making a point of looking all around the front of the house, “it looks to me like whoever lives here is ready to pass out candy to anyone brave enough to knock. The lights are on, and did you see the ghost up front? They’re probably just as excited about Halloween as you are.”

“No.” she responded flatly.

“No?” you scoffed. “Ohhh, okay,” you exaggerated, “I get it, you’re too scared to go. That’s all you had to say, Sid, no shame.”

“I’m not scared,” she argued, her face scrunched in annoyance at your insult.

“Really? If you’re not scared then why won’t you go knock on the door?”

She floundered for a second before she narrowed her gaze at you. You wanted to laugh at the low growl that radiated from her but held it together. 

“We’ll all go,” she finally decided, looking all three of you in the eyes to make sure you were all ready to accompany her.

—

It had been two hours since the trick or treaters had started their nights. 

Bucky could hear the laughter and screams of playful fright as family after family and group after group of friends passed by his house. 

The bowl of king size candy bars sat on his coffee table untouched as It played on his screen. 

Every now and again he’d get up and look out the kitchen window, hoping to see a dead street to make himself feel better about the lack of trick or treaters, but only found the streets full of people.

The more time that passed without a single knock or ringing of his bell, the worse he felt. 

He could lie and say he didn’t know why he was taking this so hard, he wasn’t one to complain about his solitude, but truthfully, he knew why.

He had heard the neighbor kids talking about him the other week, telling tales of horror about the metal man who lived next door. If seeing his arm was all it took to spur their tales and ignite their fear of him, God, he didn’t even want to know what would come if they found out even a little bit of his past. 

And if it wasn’t the kids starting their own urban legend at his expense, it was the adults who would gossip about him at their backyard barbecues. The mysterious man who lived alone and kept to himself was an easy target for lowly neighborhood gossip, and the few people who had pieced together who he was seemed to be tight lipped about it. Anytime they saw him in public, their eyes would bug and they would quickly avert their gaze, like they were scared what would happen if he knew they knew. It’s not like his identity was a secret, but he wasn’t planning on striking up a conversation with them to let them know that. Especially not when they looked at him like that. Like he was some kind of monster.

Even still, he didn’t want to be the social pariah on the block. He hated to think that anyone was scared or weary of him, though he knew most of them were.

He sighed heavily as he checked the time once again. 

So much for that ghost helping to dispel his bad reputation. He’d be requesting the money he spent on it from Sam later, it was his idea for him to get halloween decorations in the first place. He should have known it wouldn’t have helped.

As his phone unlocked with his FaceID, he was tempted to send a message to the woman he’d met earlier in the day. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he hadn’t felt so disarmed by someone in a very long time. And the fact that she was gorgeous, and didn’t seem the least bit frightened by him, was a nice feeling, too. 

But she was probably watching movies and relaxing by now, he didn’t want to be a disturbance. Tomorrow, though. He’d definitely be messaging her tomorrow.

Another sigh left him as he locked his phone again, tossing it on the coffee table before making his decision.

Bucky paused the movie before he stood, bowl in hand, prepared to take it to the kitchen and shut his porch light off on his way upstairs. It was only gonna get later and he had to accept that no one was going to trick or treat at his house this year.

But just as he was setting the bowl down on the table, he froze.

Was someone actually coming up the porch?

He swore he was just hearing things…but then came a knock.

—

“You can’t just stand there, Sid, you have to knock or ring the bell, pick one.”

“No.”

“Ugh,” you exaggerated with an eye roll, turning to look at your older sister, “you live with this everyday?”

“Everyday,” she replied.

“Sid, if you don’t knock, you don’t get candy,” you told her.

“If I don’t knock, I don’t get murdered.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll do it myself,” you shrugged, adjusting the cat ears on your head.

You raised your arm to knock on the door, but Sid stopped you, pulling it back down.

“I don’t want you to get murdered, either!”

“Sidney,” you laughed, kneeling to get on her level, “I promise you, no one is going to get murdered. This house isn’t haunted and a murderer doesn’t live here.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” your little sister chimed in, earning a glare from you before you couldn’t help your laugh, shaking your head before turning back to your niece.

“I just met Evan and Fifi at the party, and I know for a fact they were just trying to scare all of you guys. I doubt they’ve ever met whoever it is that lives here. Now, do you trust me?”

Her reluctant nod was your answer.

“Okay. Then I’m gonna knock on the door, and we’re gonna get some candy. Cool?”

“Cool.”

“Cool,” you nodded with a smile before standing back up.

Sid inched back to stand in front of her mom, pulling her arm to hide herself behind as you once again went to knock on the door, this time following through.

You knocked and heard footsteps from within, smiling as you waited for the homeowner to open the door.

Once it opened, though, you found yourself completely taken aback. 

Your breath caught in your throat as a newly familiar pair of brilliant blue eyes met yours.

Bucky stood at the open door, bowl of full size candy bars in hand. He looked just as surprised to see you there as you were him. 

He tilted his head at you, a lopsided grin spreading on his face.

“Trick or treat!” Sidney yelled, seeing the big bars and coming to stand in front of you.

Bucky looked down, smiling as he showed her the bowl, “Happy Halloween,” he said, allowing her to pick which one she wanted.

“I know how this looks, but I swear I’m not stalking you,” you promised.

“I don’t know, it seems like a lotta coincidences for just one day,” he smirked, cooly leaning against his door frame. “Nice costume,” he complimented.

“Ha, thanks,” you smiled, touching the cat ears once again. “Nice ghost,” you nodded toward the lonely decoration, “Really livens up the place,” you teased. 

“That was the intention,” he laughed, a little too glumly for your liking. “You guys are actually the first trick or treaters I’ve had all night, so I guess it didn’t really do its job.”

“Sorry, you guys know each other?” your sister asked.

“Yeah, uh,” you turned briefly, “this is Bucky,” you said.

“Bucky from the grocery store, Bucky?” your little sister asked.

You gave her a look you hoped Bucky didn’t see before answering, “Yes. That Bucky.”

Your sisters introduced themselves to him and as he switched the candy bowl from his right hand to his left, extending his palm to shake their hands, you noticed a glimmer coming from  his left side.

You moved over a bit to allow them room to shake hands and as you looked closer, you realized that, peculiarly enough, his left hand wasn’t made of flesh. 

You scoffed a laugh to yourself at his “metal man” moniker. That made some sense now… In fact, a few things were clicking into place. Bucky, you thought…Bucky Barnes? The Bucky Barnes. You wondered how you hadn’t noticed earlier, not that it mattered, but you were staring, like kind of a lot, at him when you met at the store, and even when he was helping load your groceries. You really must have been distracted by just how gorgeous his face is.

Now that you were really looking at him again, you noticed just how built he was. Strong arms, solid chest, nearly six foot tall if you had to guess. 

Your sister’s laugh brought you back to reality as you followed her gaze to Sid who was now taking a bunch of bars from Bucky’s bowl as he held it out for her again.

“I doubt anyone is coming my way again, so please, take what you want,” he offered to all of you.

“That’s really nice of you, thanks,” you smiled as your sisters each took a bar of their own. “We’ll uh, let you get back to your movie,” you said, remembering his plans for tonight.

“The movie, yeah. I think I might have to start it over, actually. I went on my phone for a minute and looked up to see a blood covered bathroom but I have no idea how they got there,” he huffed a laugh at himself.

“Oh, what are you watching?” your little sister asked.

“It,”

“It? No way, that’s so funny. That’s the movie you were gonna watch before we left tonight, isn’t it?” your older sister asked knowingly, a smirk no one but you and your younger sister would ever catch flashing for a microsecond on her lips as she looked at you pointedly.

“Yeah,” you swallowed thickly, “it is,” you said, trying not to let the awkwardness that was eating at you consume you entirely.

“You should stay and watch it,” your little sister suggested, to your complete and utter mortification. Your eyes shot over to her, and you swear, if looks could kill. 

“I’m not just going to invite myself-”

“Come on, like he minds,” she turned to look at Bucky then, her hands still on her stroller holding her baby, “you don’t mind, do you?”

You peek over at Bucky, unsure of how you would even react if you were in his position. He met your eye and his lips quirked in a soft smile. “Not at all. If you wanted to, that is,” he added, offering you an out.

You looked at him a moment before looking over to your smugly smiling sisters and your niece as she tore into one of her candy bars, standing safely between the two of them. You inhaled sharply before looking back to a waiting Bucky. 

You nodded.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Sounds…fun.”

“Great, well we were heading back anyway. So, see you later?” you sister bid. 

“Or not,” your little sister added teasingly before she shot her gaze over to Bucky once more. “But we do have her location, just so you know,” she added seriously, a hint of a warning in her words.

“Ooo-kay,” you said, breaking the forthcoming tension, “I will text you guys when I’m on my way back,” you told them, urging them to get going.

“It was nice to meet you, Bucky. I trust my sister will get home safe,” your sister said directly.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he responded gallantly while your face felt as if it was literally on fire.

What was this, it was like your parents were dropping you off for your first date in high school. But somehow worse.

She nodded, “And thank you for the candy. Sidney,” she called, getting her daughter’s attention, “what do we say?”

“Thank you! Happy Halloween!”

“You’re very welcome,” Bucky smiled. “Happy Halloween.”

—

It wasn’t long before you found yourself sitting on Bucky’s couch, a glass of water you had desperately needed sitting before you on the coffee table and Bucky sitting to the left of you, but keeping a respectable distance.

“I’m really sorry about my sisters, by the way. They can be a lot,” you huffed a laugh.

“Don’t be,” he brushed off, “It’s nice to see, honestly.”

You looked over at him, he seemed a bit forlorn before he came back to himself. 

“You know, my niece was almost too scared to come to your door. She said this house is haunted, that ‘the metal man’ lives here and kills anyone who tries to enter.”

“Ah, I see word travels fast when it comes to children.”

“Yeah, you’re kind of like their own urban legend.”

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully as you laughed, lifting a leg up to cross under your thigh as you turned to face him on the couch.

“What?” you asked, “Don’t you want to be an urban legend?”

“Not really,” he laughed with a shake of his head, turning to face you better as well. “Especially not when it leaves me with bowls full of king sized candy bars no one seems to want.”

There’s a pause before he continues,

“Honestly… I don’t like knowing people are scared of me. I mean I’ve known, for a long time, that they are, it’s just.. Different when you can see that fear on their faces, in person.”

You didn’t even realize you were moving as you scooted in closer to him while he spoke.

“I thought the city was bad, but ever since I moved out here, it’s all so much more intimate. The stares are a lot more pointed.” He laughed humorlessly at himself, “I heard a couple kids talking about my arm a few weeks ago and tried to tell myself I didn’t care, but I’ve been wearing nothing but long sleeves every time I go outside now. 

“I’m not ashamed of it,” he said quickly to clarify, “I just, I don’t want them to have to be scared of me.”

“They shouldn’t be scared of you just because you have a prosthetic arm,” you argued, knowing they surely knew nothing else of who he was, “and their parents should probably be leading by better examples.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, “what can you do?” He swallowed the lump in his throat that was forming at your defense of him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring all this up-”

“No, I’m sorry, that’s on me. I am incredibly skilled at killing conversations before they even begin.”

“I don’t know about that. You don’t know me well yet, so you don’t know how big of a deal this is, but, I like talking to you,” he smiled. 

You had to look away from his gaze, breathing a laugh as you did. 

The movie was playing on screen, but neither of you were paying any attention to it as you continued talking.

Each time Bucky laughed at your lame jokes, you swore you felt like you were flying. You talked about everything and nothing. You got to know each other better, asking questions about life and preferences and favorites and what-ifs. The conversation flowed so easily, you never even really had to think about what to say next. That definitely wasn’t usual for you, and you liked it. You liked him.

Somewhere along the way, the conversation turned flirty, and again, it was completely effortless. 

Your knees were pressing against one another as you sat across from each other, almost side by side on the couch.

You laughed in unison at a cheesy line Bucky tried on you before a jump scare on the screen had you quite literally jumping. Without thought, you leaned into Bucky, and he had no qualms about it as you hid your face in his shoulder.

He laughed lightly, his arm coming around you and gently rubbing your back before you forced yourself to pull away. His warmth was so nice and welcoming, but if you didn’t back up, you would’ve tried to nuzzle right into his side - you couldn’t risk the embarrassment.

As you turned back to sit next to him though, he kept his arm around you and tugged you in a bit closer. 

You briefly wondered if he could hear your heartbeat, because you definitely could. You thought it might beat out of your chest at any moment as his warm cologne invaded your senses.

“Sorry, I guess I just assumed you liked scary movies,” he laughed.

“Ya know what’s funny is I actually hate scary movies,” you told him, “the It movies are some of the very few that don’t scare me.”

“Oh, that was you not being scared?” he smirked with a raised brow.

“That was- it just, it caught me off guard,” you defended with a smile, absentmindedly leaning more into his hold.

You had never gotten so close to someone in such a short amount of time, emotionally or physically. 

It was foreign, but you enjoyed it. It may have been sudden, but it didn’t feel rushed. 

“You get scared easily?” he asked.

“I’m the biggest scaredy cat I know,” you admitted. “I’m not hard to get a jump out of, I get scared of literally everything,” you laughed at yourself.

You turned to look at him when he didn’t say anything and felt your breath catch in your throat for the second time that night. He was so close to you now, and his eyes were piercing as he took you in, lingering on your lips and sending a chill through you.

The energy between you seemed to shift from something light and playful to something more charged, deliberate.

Your eyes drifted to his lips despite yourself, too.

He leaned in just a touch closer to you and your lips were mere inches away as he spoke,

“You’re not scared of me,” he said, though you weren’t sure if it was a question or not. Still, you responded as if it were.

Leaning in, brushing your lips against his, you breathed, “No.”

His hand was on your head then, keeping you close to him as he pressed his lips against yours, it was fervent, yet delicate, as your lips moved against one another. 

You moved a hand to hold onto his left shoulder and he tugged your body to move you completely over his lap while he continued to lead the kiss.

His metal hand found its way to your plush waist as he held you, squeezing you lightly and inadvertently causing you to sink down lower into his lap while your upper body melted into him.

His hand slid from your waist to your ass, grabbing you through your leggings, kneading your ample flesh in his large palm.

You moaned into his mouth and that seemed to spur him on because in the blink of an eye you found yourself being flipped onto your back as he pinned you beneath his large body.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting, your hands fisted in his sweatshirt as his wandered your curves. 

“Do you have a bed?” you breathed, pulling him back down to be closer to you, wanting desperately to have his lips on yours once more. He nodded.

“Glad you asked,” he returned, voice low and husky.

You yelped as Bucky lifted you in his arms, standing and carrying you with ease while you clung to him like your life depended on it. If he dropped you, you weren’t sure you’d be able to recover from the embarrassment. But as he began up the steps and his hold didn’t falter for a single second, you realized maybe there wasn’t anything to worry about.. He held you like you weighed nothing and honestly, it sent a new wave of arousal through you as he reached the door of his bedroom.

He tossed you down on his bed carefully, but stopped you before you could begin tugging your leggings down your thick thighs. 

You looked at him, confused and with a touch of worry you were about to be rejected.

“I’m sorry,” he began, “I should’ve said this before I brought you up here,”

That did nothing to ease your worry…

“I really like you. And I think there could be something real here between us, I don’t want to ruin that. So if you were only here for one night,-”

“I really like you, too,” you cut him off, eyes gleaming into his, “And I think you’re right, I don’t wanna ruin it either. I wasn’t planning for this to be a one night stand, but if you want to take things slower, I don’t have a problem with that.”

“No, I’m good with where we were heading, I just wanted to make it clear that I don’t want this to be just tonight.”

You nodded, a little breathless as you smiled up at him. 

“Same page, then.”

“Good,” he grinned before pushing you to lie back on his bed as he descended upon you. 

His lips were on your neck and as he sucked on your sweet spot, you couldn’t contain the soft moan that passed your lips. 

His hands found the waistband of your bottoms and he pulled them down as much as he could manage before you lifted your hips and wiggled a bit to assist him in getting them off of you. 

You pulled impatiently at the buckle of his jeans, earning a chuckle from him before he got to work taking them off. 

While he got rid of his jeans, you pulled your shirt up and over your head, catching on the cat ears you had forgotten you were wearing. You threw them all to the side, unclasping your bra as Bucky shrugged his sweatshirt off over his head in turn.

He was back on top of you in an instant, pulling your bra off of you and tossing it to land with the rest of your discarded clothes off the side of the bed.

His large hands immediately went to your breasts, admiring the soft, heavy feel of them in his hands while he palmed them, squeezing slightly as he felt you.

You mewled under his attention, eyes closed in delight as his touch only added fuel to the fire burning in your core. 

When he leaned down and took a pert nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking on your tit, your hand found his hair as you gasped at the sensation, holding him to you, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on your breasts.

You could feel the wetness growing between your legs as he continued to have his fun, unconsciously rutting his thick cock against you when you’d moan for him.

As he traveled down your body, his hands following your curves and his lips kissing every inch of you that he could, he paid special attention to your tummy before he traveled even lower. 

You were a writhing mess as you felt his warm breath on your folds. When your hips bucked up into his face and you felt his lips brushing your cunt, you whined obscenely at the feeling. Bucky laughed tauntingly, holding your hips back down as he poked his tongue out past his plump lips, lightly licking your folds and your sensitive clit as you gripped his hair and urged him closer, wanting, needing more.

He finally took mercy on you after a long, torturous minute, spreading you open for him before he ate you out like a man starved. 

His tongue glided all over your slick cunt, dipping in and out of your tight entrance, before coming back up to flick your clit. 

He drew figure eights over the sensitive bud and you swore you were about to come undone from that alone, but when he sunk his thick digits into your dripping pussy, curling them just right, rubbing against that special spot perfectly, you were seeing stars as your thighs threatened to clamp around his head while you shook from your orgasm. Your walls clamped down on his fingers as you came and he moaned at the feeling as he worked you through the high, more than ready to finally get his cock inside you.

“Doll, you look so gorgeous like this,” he admired as he held himself above you, “naked and sweaty beneath me. Like a fucking goddess,” he praised, grabbing his erection and positioning himself at your entrance. 

“You sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, running his cockhead up and down your dripping slit. 

“Yes, Bucky, please,” you moaned pathetically, spreading your legs as wide as you could for him.

“Mm, I love the way you say my name, doll,” he groaned as he pushed just his tip inside your tight cunt, moving in and out of you as you whined for him.

“God, please, Bucky, please fuck me! I want it so bad,” you whimpered. “I wanna feel you fill me up, please.”

The growl that left his throat had your pussy fluttering, squeezing around nothing before he finally gave you what you wanted.  With one hard, deep stroke, he was fully seated inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gasped sharply, your hands gripping onto him wherever you could as he began to set his pace. With every thrust of his hips into you, he was hitting deeper and deeper inside your cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried.

“There you go, sweetheart. Take all ‘a my cock inside this tight pussy, taking me so fuckin’ well,” his hands were tight on your hips as he fucked into you. “This what you wanted, doll?” he panted, his pace never faltering as he fucked you harder, the slapping sound of skin on skin and his balls hitting your cunt with his every thrust filled the room, mingled with your moans and whimpers and his grunts and growls. “Wanted this big dick to stretch you out, huh? Wanted to feel me fill you up with my hot cum til I’m dripping outta you.”

One of his hands left your hip and instead went to grab at your breasts again, his large hand palming your tit as he squeezed and kneaded, flicking his thumb over your nipple and only adding to the pleasure threatening to send you over the edge.

“God, yes! Please, fucking yes, Bucky, please, please, please, please” you begged pathetically, reaching a hand down to find your clit, working your bud in circles as your walls tightened around his thick cock. 

Your eyes were about to roll into the back of your head as you moaned senselessly, Bucky’s hand leaving your chest and nudging your own away from your clit. He replaced your hand and circled your clit perfectly as he continued rolling his hips into yours, his pace growing more erratic and the words leaving his beautiful lips growing filthier the closer he got to his own end. 

With one perfectly angled thrust, you were crying as your body shook at the intensity of your orgasm. Wave after wave of nerve tingling pleasure lighting you up as you rode out the high. Your toes curled, legs wrapped around him as much as they could be while he grabbed at your body, falling down closer to you as he moaned, holding your body tighter as he pumped his hips, “Fuck,” he growled as he pushed himself as deep inside of you as he could, his eyes squeezing shut, holding himself there as he came, his body shaking some as he attempted to thrust once more. 

You moaned at the feeling of him painting your walls, your hands in his hair as he buried his face in your neck, holding him to you. He stayed inside of you for a long minute as you both panted, trying to catch your breath, while he ensured he got all of his load out before he finally pushed himself up off of you, gently sliding out of you.

He flipped over next to you, laying on his back before he pulled you into him. Your hand rested on his chest as you laid in his left arm.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed, your fingers playing in his chest hair mindlessly as you worked to catch your breath.

His hand was running up and down your side soothingly as he moved to try and meet your eye.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“Yeah,” you assured him. “I’m better than okay, honestly. That was…amazing.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he smiled, “but still, I’m sorry if I got carried away. I tend to run my mouth when I’m, uh,” he fumbled with his words, “ya know, in the moment.” 

He looked so bashful, you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his expression.

“You just said all of what you just said, but you had trouble with that?” you tittered, rubbing his chest before turning further into him, laying on your side as he stayed on his back, propping his right hand under his head as he relaxed into the position. “But really, Bucky, you don’t have to apologize. I don’t know if you could tell, but…I really liked it,” you simpered sensually.

Bucky smiled at you as you leaned up to meet his lips in a soft kiss. 

“It’s probably way late now, right?” you asked as you pulled away from him. “I should probably head back.”

Bucky sat up after you, “Do you have to?” he asked softly.

You looked back at him, his blue eyes set on you. You nipped at your lower lip before shaking your head lightly. A new, sweeter excitement washing over you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but you could stay for the night,” he offered. “I was hoping I could take you for breakfast in the morning?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the hopeful look in Bucky’s eyes as he waited for your response. That giddiness you felt earlier came over you once again as you held his gaze.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

[desperate-gay]

The Look of Love

Ali Krieger x fem!reader

“-It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Says you! It’s going to be so embarrassing for me.”

Ali turns her head and sees you and Kelley bickering back and forth. She can’t help but notice the cute pout on your face as you playfully stump your foot and huff at the defender.

“Now what are you two arguing about?” Alex asks, giving the both of you a pointed look.

“Our friend here has been invited to her brother’s wedding, but she doesn’t have a plus one,” Kelley informs while resting her hands on your shoulders, making you roll your eyes and head over to your locker.

“It’s not how it sounds. My family constantly pesters me about how my siblings are either engaged, married, or even having a kid. I don’t even have a girlfriend! I just don’t want to deal with people asking me where my plus one is on my brother’s special day.” You sigh, shaking your head and pulling your sweaty training jersey over your head.

You only have two siblings; one brother and one sister. Your sister has been married for around two years and is now pregnant with her second child, and now your brother is getting married. A little over a year ago, you were dating a girl you thought would be your endgame until you caught her kissing some other girl at a coffee shop. At the time when invitations were sent, you expected to have someone attending with you, but now you don’t.

“So why don’t you bring a fake date?” Christen shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, so when she turns around, she notices everyone staring at her. “What?”

“That’s genius! Y/n/n you’ve got to do it.”

Everyone begins to agree with Kelley and Christen while you stay quiet with a hesitant look on your face. Ali also remains silent, observing your reactions to see what your thoughts are about it.

“Guys I- I don’t even know where I would begin to look for someone willing to do something like this, yet learn everything about them within two days.”

“Then one of us can help you!” Kelley says, expanding her arms, gesturing around the whole locker room. “C’mon, it will be a win-win. No family bothering you about your love life and your brother gets his day.”

Thinking of all the pros and cons, you eventually agree to the plan.

“Well, who’s gonna be my girlfriend for a day?” You ask, sighing at how stupid it sounds.

“I can’t because I have plans with Sam in Australia-“

“-me neither, I have to be out of state but the end of tomorrow.”

A bunch of the girls start spitting out excuses and their plans for the week. You just roll your eyes and continue packing your kit bag up.

“I’ll do it.”

Your head immediately snaps up along with everyone else’s. Silence overcomes the room, but you continue to stare at the person who volunteered.

“Wha- wait, seriously?” You stammer with your eyes slightly wider than usual.

“I don’t see why not. I don’t have any plans and I can help you out.” Ali shrugs nonchalantly while the rest of the room remains quiet, silently watching the interaction between you two.

“Oh my god, thank you thank you thank you!” Ali laughs when you bring her into a bear hug and bounce up and down before pulling away slightly, causing your moves to slow.

“It is an open bar, right?” She looks down at you with a teasing smile. You smack her shoulder and begin to pull away before she pulls you back in, laughing at your reaction.

Christen and Alex give each other a knowing look and go back to changing.

—

“Okay, let’s go over this one last time.” You say, scared that if people start asking questions about your relationship you’re not gonna have the same answers. Your rushing mind is stopped by Ali reaching out and grabbing your hand from across the table.

“Y/n/n, it’s going to be okay. We’ve known each other for years, so all we have to do is say how our first date was and maybe a few other details.” She starts gesturing her breathing by raising her hand up and down and pursing her lips for you to follow her lead.

Once your heart rate goes down to its normal level, you both head into the separate rooms of your apartment to get dressed. The wedding starts in about 2 hours, so you’re both just on time. When you step out of the room and into the living room, you notice Ali staring at you with her eyes widened and mouth slightly slacked.

“What? Does it look bad? Oh god, I cannot deal with the comments of-“ You ramble on while twisting and turning to see if there is something wrong with the dress.

“N-no, no, you just look…stunning.” The tall girl words breathlessly, admiring your loose lilac-colored dress that matches amazingly with your light face of makeup.

You blush and take in her outfit. She stands in a cream-colored suit that compliments your dress perfectly. “You also look great.”

After a minute of just looking at each other, Ali clears her throat and says, “We better get going if we don’t want to be late. M’lady?”

She holds out her arm with an opening between her forearm and bicep for you to slot your own in. You giggle, accepting her gesture while walking to her car. Being the gentlewoman she is, she opens the passenger door for you and offers you a hand so you don’t trip in your heels.

“Here we go.” You mumble before Ali starts driving.

—

You and Ali walk into the venue hand in hand while scanning over the crowded room.

“Darling!” Looking up you see your mother walking over to you with open arms.

“Hey, mom.” You accept her hug before introducing her to your girlfriend. Ali shakes her hand and makes a small conversation as if it’s the easiest thing on the planet. You begin to space out but a laugh and a hand on your lower back interrupt your thoughts.

“You okay, my love?” The girl next to you asks once her laughter dies down. The name gives you butterflies but you choose to ignore it, knowing that all of this is fake.

The reason you got into your past relationship was because of Ali. You have basically followed her to each and every one of her clubs your whole career. You met in 2013 when you both were signed to Washington Spirit, and you have been attached to each other’s hips since that day. You quickly found yourself blushing and swooning at everything the brunette did after a few months of knowing her and you carried those feelings all these years. The only people who know are Alex and Christen.

Instead of confronting your love for the defender, you tried everything to try and vanish them. Eventually, you got into a relationship with your ex when you finally started to feel something for someone else, but that ended up in the dumper.

Now you’re afraid that all your feelings are going to flood and resurface. Sure you never stopped loving her, but it didn’t feel as strong. The fact she is your fake girlfriend for the day is going to make it 10x harder to ignore the constant butterflies in your stomach and the blood rushing to your face with every word she speaks to you.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Don’t worry baby, you might get wrinkles.” You tease while wiping your thumb over her cheeks, causing the talker girl to squat your hand away with a laugh.

“I am not that old.”

You have a 6-year age gap, but you both never think of it because you’re so connected in ways that most people who are the same age are.

“Keep telling yourself that, granny.”

Your mother watches the interaction between you two with a soft smile before excusing herself to go talk to other members of your family. Your mom has always been supportive of you and always stood by your side through the tough times, so seeing you look so happy makes her heart squeeze.

—

After the vows and rings are exchanged, everyone heads over to the room where the reception is going to be held. Ali’s hand never leaving the small of your back, guides you to the room with music blaring out from it.

Most people go out onto the dance floor and sway to the music while you both find a table to sit at. She pulls out the chair for you to take a seat and places a kiss on your cheek, making your face turn all red.

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks, I’ll be right back.”

Once she’s out of sight, your mom pops a squat across from you and gives you an unreadable expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask warily, scared of what might come out of her mouth.

“She’s not your girlfriend.”

You’re taken aback by the sudden admission and start to stumble over your words. “Wha- what do you mean?”

“Oh please, you can’t lie without me figuring it out. I have mom instincts.” She states matter of factly while sipping on her champagne.

You take a look around to see if anyone is near you and lean in so she can hear you clearly without having to shout. “Okay, we’re not dating but no one can know.”

“Why did you even lie in the first place?”

“Because I can’t deal with Aunt Mary or Uncle John constantly asking when I’m going to settle down and why I haven’t yet. At least not on my brother’s and sister-in-law’s night.” You sigh, looking down at your fingers as you fiddle with the tablecloth.

Your mother reaches across the table and grasps your hand before going on to say, “I know that you love her. She’s the girl you were so hung over on before you got with she devil, isn’t she?”

You snort at the nickname your siblings and mother have given your ex. They all thought she was no good from the beginning and knew you could do better, and so did Ali but she never let you know that.

“Yeah, she is.” You nod and look over, noticing the girl you’re speaking about approaching you. Your mom also sees so she quickly says something that leaves you stunned.

“From the way she looks at you, she feels the same, even when you’re not looking she can’t keep her eyes off of you. She looks at you like you’ve hung all the stars in the sky. She loves you, sweetie.” With that, she stands up and greets Ali with a smile before heading over to the newlyweds. You continue looking shocked not noticing your plus-one setting down your glasses.

“You still there?” Ali waves her hand in front of your face, grinning once your eyes meet hers.

“Sorry, did you say something before?” You ask with a soft smile to which the older girl responds with a nod.

“I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me with a dance?” She holds out her hand, hoping you’ll take it and you do.

“I would love to.”

Right when your feet hit the dance floor, a slow song turns on making you feel as sheepish as if you were at your first middle school dance. Without hesitation, Ali intertwines one of her hands with yours and rests her other on your waist. You place your other hand right where her neck meets her shoulder before you both begin to sway. The side of your forehead presses against her cheek, keeping you close together.

Subconsciously, you inhale her perfume and sigh at the smell, and what you don’t know is Ali is doing the same thing to your hair, smelling your coconut shampoo. When you open your eyes, you look over her shoulder and notice your mom smiling at the two of you. She nods her head, signaling for you to finally confess your true feelings.

You let out a shaky breath before pulling away slightly so you can see Ali’s face. She smiles at you with her eyes remaining on yours. The crinkles on the side of her eyes make you swoon and lose your thoughts.

“Do you want to know what my mom said to me while you went to get us drinks?”

“What?” She cocks her head to the side slightly, showing you she’s pretty curious as to what was said.

“Well, first, she told me she knows that we’re not dating, and second, she insists that you love me.” You whisper the last part, hoping she doesn’t catch it but she does.

She chuckles and looks up at the ceiling before returning her gaze to you and says, “Is it that obvious?”

Your head snaps up at her statement and you look at her with a puzzled look.

“You…love me?” You ask, pointing at yourself to make sure she is indeed talking about you.

“It’s impossible not to. That doesn’t scare you, does it?” Now it’s her turn to look sheepish and scared while waiting for your response.

“No, it actually makes me extremely happy. I have been in love with you since 2013.” Your confession makes the defender smile widely which you return, both of you in your own little circle. Her eyes switch between each of yours and down to your lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I will hit you if you don’t.”

Her fingers curl under your chin and pull you in, allowing your lips to finally touch. It feels like the movies where the girl kisses her one true love and her foot pops up in the middle of it. The butterflies in your stomach swarm like never before. Once you both pull back, your smiles never leave your faces. The comfortable silence between you two is interrupted by the newlyweds and your mother clapping and wooing.

You laugh into Ali’s neck while she chuckles and hugs your smaller form. She pecks your forehead and asks, “You wanna know what took me so long to get the drinks?”

“What?”

“The new bride and groom had a stern talk with me. They also knew about us not being a couple. Your family must be spies.”

Looking over her shoulder, you see the three wiggling their eyebrows and giving you a thumbs up, making you roll your eyes.

“Thanks to them, I can do this whenever I want now.”

You smash your lips against hers and hug your arms around her neck. Ali dips you down, causing you to squeal against her lips and her smile into it. She lifts you back up and hugs you.

“Can I take you on a date tomorrow?”

“You better.”

[czrpenters]

all the things she said | sam carpenter x reader

summary: sam could be impulsive sometimes and you hated it.

warnings: slight scream vi spoilers, but nothing too big. angst with smut at the end. top!sam & bottom!reader. english is not my first language.

pairings: sam carpenter x fem!reader.

word count: 2.3k words.

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It felt way too good to be true, to be completely honest.

You were a survivor, a fighter. When the Woodsboro attacks happened again, you were there. You survived. You got stabbed in your back 4 times and it damaged your nerve. You would never walk normally again. But you still survived. Liv and Wes couldn't say the same. And you were so grateful that life, god, fate, whatever you wanna call it, gave you a second chance.

So, like any sane person would, you and your friends decided to leave Woodsboro behind. All of the trauma and the pain should stay right there, where it belonged. You all needed a fresh start. Chad and Tara enrolled into college, Sam finally started therapy and Mindy got a girlfriend, just like you did. You started to work in NYC as a photographer and, surprisingly enough, started dating Sam. Like I've said; way too good to be true.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You said while getting up from the couch. A ghostface attack, on an alley. A college professor died brutaly. She was young, so freaking young to just die in the hands of an asshole with a mask on. "Guys, I think y'all need to see this..."

You said, grabbing the attention of the Core Four (horrible name, by the way), making them leave the kitchen and watch the news with you. The room once filled with laughter got quiet all of a sudden. Tara was in the verge of tears, Mindy was shaking. Chad couldn't even speak. But Sam was the only one who took action and said something. "Pack your shit, we're leaving."

Your girlfriend fled the room, going to the kitchen to grab her knife and to start packing up her stuff, but you followed her. "Yeah, no? We can't do that, Sam. We can't just, leave!"

"Like hell we can't." She finally grabbed her knife and went to her bedroom.

"You think we're gonna be safe if we leave? He followed us, Sam! What makes you think he's not going to again?" She didn't even listened to you, just started packing her stuff like you weren't even there. You put both of your hands on the top of the suitcase, preventing her from continuing. "Stop this and listen to me, babe."

"Don't call me that in front of them, (Y/N)." You rolled your eyes.

"Fuck that, no one is fucking here. I already know you're ashamed of me, you don't need to remind me." Sam looked at you, with a tired look on her face. Here we go again, she thought.

"You know that I'm not ashamed of you, (Y/N). It's complicated and you know it." You huffed, closing the door so you both could have some privacy. "Complicated my ass, Samantha. You don't wanna be seen with me and that's fucking fine, I can handle it. What I can't handle is the fact that you don't take my opinion into consideration!" You ran you hands through her hair and took a deep breath. "We cannot just fucking leave here, Sam! Tara has her life here, she wants to be freaking normal and that's not gonna happen if you move us around the country like we're fucking nomads." She tried to speak but of course, you didn't let her. "Plus, we need to know what we're dealing with! Who we're dealing with! They may wanna come after you again, and if they do, they're not gonna just give up. They're gonna follow us if we don't stop them, Sam. You know I'm fucking right."

"I am trying to do what is best for my family, (Y/N). We're going to fucking die if we go through this shit again!" She raised her voice at you. So she wants to fight, huh?

"And I'm not, Sam?! Is that what you fucking mean? That I wanna stay here because I want all of us to die?"

"Tara doesn't fucking need this anymore! Not again! We're leaving New York and that's final!" She started packing her bags again, making you angrier by the minute.

"I'm sorry to say that but that's not how life fucking works! We are a family, Sam! We get to make all of our decisions together!"

"No, (Y/N)! We are not a fucking family! Tara and I are family, you're not. So just stop trying to decide what is best for us and leave us the hell alone!" She screamed loudly, looking at you with rage in her eyes. Hearing all of that shit from her broke your heart into million pieces. She was right, you were not her family. You felt your eyes start to water and it made you laugh, ironically. Sam realised what she just said, and the expression on her face just softened. "(Y/N), I..."

"You're so fucking right, Sam. I'm not your family. You don't even have the guts to tell people we're dating, so I guess you're right." You said, smiling through the pain. "You know what? If you really want to, I'll leave you alone."

You opened the door, grabbing your jacket and keys, getting ready to leave the apartment. Sam didn't even tried to stop you; she just stood there, speechless. All of them heard you fight, but they also didn't said anything, until you were just about to leave. "(Y/N), don't go out. Ghostface is out there, you know it's not safe. He might..." Chad started but you interrupted him.

"Kill me? Yeah, I'm aware. But I just learned today that it wouldn't make a fucking difference if he did." And then you left, going to god knows where.

--

It has been a couple of hours since you fought with Sam. She's been trying to contact you and left, literally, more than 100 messages on your phone, but you didn't replied to any of them. You were too hurt to reply to any of them. You just found a bar downtown and drank the whole night. Thank goodness you didn't got drunk that easily, otherwise you wouldn't even be standing still right now.

"It was hard to find you." You heard someone say behind you, making you turn around. It was Sam. Her eyes looked puffy, like she's been crying for hours, a heartbreaking scene to be honest, but you didn't said anything and took a gulp of your whisky. "I had to track down your phone, like, a million times..."

"Sam, I-" You tried, but she interrupted you immediately. "I just wanna talk, okay?" You huffed and look straight ahead, letting her sit right next to you. "I hate it when you drink."

"Well, I guess we're both disappointed right now." You laughed ironically which made Sam take a deep breath.

"I'm sorry for what I've said. Truly. I was upset, and scared. We all are. Just come back home so we can talk about all of this." She pleaded, holding your hand over the bar table. "And you're absolutely right. I don't need to hide anymore. You make me happy, (Y/N). Happier than I've ever been in so fucking long. I don't need for this, for us, to be a secret. And I'm so sorry for making you feel like I was ashamed of you."

"I know that, don't worry. It's fine." You held her hand and kissed the back of it. "You know that we can't go, Sam. We need to stay here and figure out who is behind all of this." She nodded.

"I know... It just scares the shit out of me. I don't want to go through this again, I don't want Tara to go through this again. I don't want you go through this because of me."

"Stop it, okay? This is not your fault, baby. They're just some psychopaths with a mask on who have nothing better to do." You kissed her hand again. "We're gonna get through this, like we always did. And plus, I wouldn't mind killing another ghostface." You joked, making her smile a little. The most beautiful smile in the world, you dared to say. "Come on, let's go home."

--

"I fucking KNEW IT!" Mindy yelled, pointing at you while laughing a little. "I've always felt some sapphic vibes from you both, damn. The gaydar never fails."

"And why you waited until now to tell us? Especially now, actually, with the whole ghostface shit going on." Tara asked, making Sam look at you then her.

"I don't know. It's just, ever since Richie, it felt weird and stupid to date again. I thought I'd never trust anyone ever again. It felt safe having this little secret, for some reason. And I'm sorry from keeping this from you, really." She said, while holding your hand. It felt good to finally reveal the secret. You guys could, actually, hold hands in public. And kiss, and call each other pet names. It felt really freaking good.

You guys stayed up all night talking and drinking, the six of you. Anika got really close with you guys so she felt like family at that moment. It made you guys forget for a few hours about anything that was going on, especially ghostface.

After a while, Chad, Anika and Mindy decided to leave. It was getting pretty late and they didn't wanted to walk around the city late at night out of fear. Tara decided to study a little bit, and your roommate Quinn was at some hookup's house being sex positive, or whatever that means.

"Did you do it for me?" You asked, while looking at Sam. She was changing into some more comfortable clothes while you were laying down in your bed. It felt nice to finally share a room with her instead of Tara, to be honest. "Did what, babe?"

"Told them. If you really wanted to be a secret, still, I could handle it..." She smiled at you and walked towards you, laying down on top of your body.

"I wanted to tell them, babe. Seriously. It feels nice to finally be out there, too. I didn't wanted you to think that I did it because of our fight, or ghostface, or anything. I did it because I love you, (Y/N). You're my girl. I want everybody to know that." She whispered the last part, getting closer and closer to your face while she talked. You could feel her hot breath against your skin, and her mouth looked incredibly kissable at that moment.

"Don't do that." You mumbled, looking at her eyes. "Do what?"

"This. It makes me... feel things." You always felt so shy in front of Sam. She had this whole protective aura around her, that it made you actually want to be protected by her. It turned you on, even. "Feel what, babe?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Sam..." You diverged you look to the wall, but she held you chin between her index and thumb, making you forcibly look at her. Her eyes were darker now, filled with something that you knew exactly what it was.

"It turns you on, huh? When I call you mine?" She got closer, if that was possible, making your lips rub against each other. Her free hand made its way to your stomach, then your thighs, and your legs. Without ceremony, her hand got into your pants, fitting like it really belonged there. You were already embarrassingly wet by now, which made Sam smile a little. "Oh, you're already like this, babe? I didn't do anything, yet."

"You know you don't need to do nothing, Sam..." You swallowed, closing your eyes. You were completely at her mercy and she knew it, and knowing her, she would take advantage of that pretty soon.

Sam started to make circular movements on you clit, over your soaked panties. It made you shiver and tremble under her body, which made her laugh slightly. The way you were moaning softly to not starle Tara in the other room was heavenly, she loved being the one making you moan like this. "Sam..."

"Hm?" She replied, innocently. "M-More..."

She promptly obeyed, entering your panties and sliding one digit into you, making you gasp and arch you back. You were holding back your moans like crazy but let one slip. "Shhh... Tara is right in the other room; we don't want her to hear that, hm?"

You shook your head no, looking at her. Her eyes were filled with lust and desire; you could almost feel how much she wanted you right now. She started to pump her finger inside of you, starting slowly; then increasing the pace gradually. "Fuck, Sam..."

"You feel so good around my fingers, baby. So fucking tight... " She said while kissing your neck, leaving some love bites all over your skin. "You're fucking made for me, and only me."

"Only you..." You admited, without even thinking straight. She made you feel at cloud nine, all of the pleasure was something that only she made you feel. She added another finger, thrusting them inside of you deeper by the minute. You were spending all of your energy in holding back your moans, and you would hate if Tara walked in on both of you. Sam felt your pussy tighten around her fingers, making her smile slyly. "Come on, baby... Cum for me."

That was everything you needed to hear to finally release on her fingers, with a loud moan that you couldn't supress this time. Sam rode your orgasm perfectly, putting her own fingers into her mouth when you were done. "Delicious."

"You're unbelievable, Sam." You tried to say, out of breath. She held your chin and kissed you slowly, lovingly. "And you love it."

Before you could say anything, you heard some knocks on the wall next to you. "There are people trying to study here! Go be all porn-huby somewhere else!" Tara yelled, making you widen your eyes and blush. "I'll never leave this room again, Sam."

⠀

[munsonlovers]

i need you to be careful, okay? - eddie munson

you'd been dating eddie munson for 4 years now. he was always the type to put himself in danger to protect the people he cared about.

you were always one to put others safety before yours even if it was just a small paper cut or if someone fell, you were right there. you two fit together like a puzzle piece, you guys were made for each other everyone said it and you guys knew it too.

eddie had barely survived the upside down but he came back to you and you took care of him when he was hurt and made sure he got better so he could finish high school once and for all.

he got a paper cut once and you were so worried. you made sure he cleaned it and wrapped it properly to prevent any infections. he loved that you care so much about him but he thought you were overreacting about such a small cut.

"baby, it's such a small cut and i'm not even bleeding that bad." he said smiling at you.

"i don't care eds, you could still get an infection and i-i'm not ready to almost lose you again." you said looking down.

"you won't lose me again sweetheart, i'm not going anywhere ever." he said giving you a kiss on the forehead.

since that day he's been careful with how he is at work and how he is anywhere that you aren't.

you'd worked a long shift at the radio shop across from family video. you just expected to come home, shower and crawl into bed with eddie but things changed when you saw wayne ruffling through eddie's closet for clothes and things he needs to stay over somewhere.

"hey wayne? what's all that for?" you questioned him.

he sighed and walked towards you.

"i can't believe he didn't have them call you. eddie got hurt at work. he broke his arm and has a few scratches, he also has a mild concussion. he's in better shape then they thought he was going to be y/n." wayne said rubbing your arm.

you couldn't believe it. eddie was so careful to not get hurt and here you were standing with wayne to pack him an overnight bag for the hospital.

you arrived and wayne barely had the car in park and you were already running in there asking about eddie munson. they showed you where he was and hopper was already there with eddie. he looked at you and frowned.

"kid, i'm so sorry this is happening. if you need anything, let joyce or i know." he said patting your back and walking out of the room.

you looked at him and yet with all the bruises and scars he had, you still thought he was beautiful.

"s-sweetheart, are you here?" he said looking for you.

of course he could identify that you were in the room. you are not sure if it was because you smelled like him or yourself.

"hi love, how are you feeling?" you said holding his hand.

"better now that your here." he said smiling at you.

even if he's feeling like shit, he still manages to flirt with you no matter who was around.

you smiled at him and kissed his forehead.

"baby what happened?" you said pushing hair off his forehead.

"i-i was working higher up then normal and all of a sudden something snapped. i went falling to the ground then i remember waking up with hopper beside me..." he said looking down.

you were so worried for him. he barley did anything after what happened in the upside down and now he looked upset that he let you down. he knew to be careful because he didn't want you to worry about him, yet here you were worrying about him.

"sweetheart, i'm just glad you are okay and that you're safe." you said rubbing his arm.

he was just glad you were here and not upset with him.

"i just didn't want to worry you or upset you because i did something really stupid." he said with tears in his eyes.

you put your hand on his face and moved his head up to meet your eyes.

"baby, you could never do anything to upset me. i just want you to be safe that's all. i've lost a lot of people in my life and i wasn't ready to lose you too." you said tearing up.

you'd lost a lot of people.

your dad, he was a marine and died protecting the country.

you lost your best friend to a stupid teenager who loved to hand out drugs to other teens.

hell you almost lost most of your friend group to this stupid upside down.

he looked at you with tears in his eyes. you never meant to make him upset, you just worried is all.

"baby, i'm just worried about you. i don't ever want to see you hurting." you said kissing his forehead.

"i know darling, i didn't mean to-" he said but you cut him off.

you kissed him. he smiled in the kiss and so did you. he knew you were just worried and wanted what's best for him. he poured all the love and appreciation for you into that kiss.

you bumped your noses together and he smiled wider. wayne had never seen his boy happier than when he was with you. he was so proud of how far you both have come and couldn't help but smile at you two.

"i need you to be careful, okay?" you smiled

"i love you so much, i promise not to do anything like this again." he said rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

you nodded and kissed his forehead again.

"you get some sleep and i will be here when you wake up." you smiled at him

he smiled back and cuddled up into the blankets. you held his hands as he fell asleep. wayne smiled at you and kissed your forehead.

"i'll be back later okay kid?" he whispered to you

you nodded and turned your gaze back to the boy you fell in love with in high school.

you knew he'd be okay but that wasn't going to stop you from practically being a helicopter girlfriend especially with him.

[thatgirlwithasquid]

Dear Moor Monster of Mine - Chapter 2

7,268 words || read on ao3

Have thought about posting the next chapters of this fic to tumblr for a lil while but talked myself out of it. Finally decided to screw that cause this is my fic and I'm proud of it... even if I still haven't gotten around to finishing that last chapter (whoopsie!)

You can read chapter 1 on tumblr or ao3

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“What do you mean you’re not going to come in and do anything?” Steve scoffs as his mam pulls up to the front of the school.

“I mean exactly what I said,” she answers, not even looking at him as she slows the car to a stop.

Steve doesn’t reach for his door handle, instead turning to look at his father incredulously. He leans into the front of the car to force his attention when the man simply looks back at him impassively.

“Don’t expect me to fight back against your mother, we both know who’s in charge here.”

“But you agree with her?”

“Of course I do!”

His mam reaches across to pat his arm with a smile.

“Right answer. We’ve told you, Steve, you just have to go into school like normal today. We’ll sort this.”

“By ignoring him being here on our territory—?”

“By going to his pack, not harassing a fifteen year old boy at school,” his mam cuts him off, voice stern with finality.

“Besides,” his dad soothes, playing mediator, “what would it look like if two grown adults walked into a school to have a stern chat with a kid they don’t know?”

Steve huffs, snatching up his bag and letting the topic lie. He guesses he sees their point, but he still isn’t a fan of this. The idea of leaving this be for now doesn’t fully appease him; they don’t even know who Billy’s pack are, who knows how long it’ll take to track them down to talk to. Sure, Hawkins isn’t the biggest place, but there’s still enough people here for that to be a daunting enough task.

He tries to shrug the discontent off. It feels weird, knowing he’s going to walk into that building and share the space with some other wolfblood that isn’t his family.

“Hey,” his mam says as he reaches for the door.

She crooks a finger and Steve leans back over with a sigh to let her peck him on the cheek. His dad claps him on the shoulder before he leans back, offering him a smile, and then Steve slips out of the car.

Behind him the front window rolls down for his mam to call out a final: “You just be sure to keep your distance from that kid, okay?”

And then the car rolls on away, making room for the next car to pull in and drop off their kids.

“Alright, Steve?” Jonathan asks, jogging to catch up with him as he heads inside.

“Yeah,” he sighs, “I just got a lecture.”

Jonathan sucks in a wince between his teeth, offering Steve a sympathetic look. Together they walk into class, Steve letting Jonathan lead the conversation towards lenses and other things photography related that Steve will never understand, no matter how many times his friends try to explain it to him. 

They get into form early and settle down in their seats, greeting Nancy and Barb who are already there.

Cool light spills in through the windows next to their desks, the grey sky not darkening the morning in the slightest, even as the unbroken sky of grey makes for a dreary sight. Steve shrugs his coat off his shoulders to hang over the back of his chair, the waterproof fabric crinkling loudly as he does.

“Looks like it’s going to rain. Are we still planning on going out later?” Jonathan asks them.

“A little rain never killed anyone,” Nancy answers. “We can walk over to Benny’s after school.”

Barb approves of the plan and Steve shrugs his approval. Maybe this is what he needs. The smell of rain might wash away the traces of unfamiliar wolfblood scent so that he can do as everyone keeps asking and mind his own business. 

“Hey, Nance,” Steve asks, “you’re still going to help me come up with a homework plan at lunch, right?”

She smiles at him, nodding in agreement before turning to start chatting with Jonathan instead. Barb nudges him, smiling, and he turns to talk to her instead.

“I wouldn’t have expected you to be so on it. Wasn’t it you who kept distracting Nancy from studying last year.”

“Yeah, well,” Steve dismisses, too fond of Barb to be insulted by her, admittedly, fair assessment of his work ethic, “last year wasn’t GCSE year.”

Besides, he’s trying not to be the same person as he was last year. That means putting more time into his schoolwork than hanging around with assholes like Tommy and Carol. He doesn’t even know what they wasted their time doing but back then it had felt like he never had time for homework. Now it’s different.

Different friends bring different expectations and free time. He doesn’t want to end up being that one friend relying on the others for help studying every time mock exam period rolls around. No matter what, he wants to show them he’s trying, and taking homework seriously is a good start for that.

It’s something the teachers will surely appreciate too. All of his homework last year was either handed in last minute or hastily scribbled in while clowning around with Tommy. Safe to say, he hadn’t really set any high expectations for himself; maybe that’s why he got his fair share of detentions.

Actually, that’s probably where half their free time had gone. It would explain his sudden abundance of it since cutting Tommy from his life.

Slowly but surely, the class fills out. A few final students shuffle in just before the second bell, and then Mrs Click starts on the morning register.

—

Steve actually is trying to mind his own business, but keeping his distance from Billy proves even harder than he had been expecting. Sure, he’d have to deal with being in the same form group as the guy, but for the rest of school he could more-or-less steer clear. With the benefits of wolfblood senses, that should have been a piece of cake, especially since it wasn’t like they had sat next to each other in any classes so far.

That is until their first PE class of the year. Because of course luck couldn’t just be on his side for this; they ended up being put into the same group. 

“Right,” the PE teacher calls out to the group. “Can I trust you kids to pick your own teams or do I have to pick for you?”

The chatter dies down as attention snaps to them as they give the boys a warning look. They all get the message that they will be taking no nonsense. With GCSEs taking priority, general PE classes are a welcome reprieve from the serious teaching and stress of teachers reminding them all of what’s coming at the end of the year. Even a group of rowdy boys like this are willing to quiet long enough to form their own groups.

Playing it safe, Steve settles himself on the team away from Tommy; it doesn’t seem like a wise move to be on a team with someone who hates his guts. As seems fitting considering Tommy and Billy’s fast forming friendship, doing so puts him against Billy as well. 

He’s not really sure if that’s a good or bad thing. Being on opposite teams at least puts a bit more distance between them rather than if they had to work together… But with the way Tommy jeers at him as Steve pulls on a red bib and Billy’s eyes snap over to him, dark with competitiveness, maybe this isn’t the best either.

Steve tries his best to ignore it.

They end up playing football, which the majority of the boys seem content with. Ominously, Billy seems to settle into a silent preparedness.

Steve gets himself set up for the game to begin, around him others do the same. It’s nothing serious, just a way to let loose some pent up energy, and Steve almost relaxes into it. That’s when their paths cross.

He’s playing midfielder, halfway down the blue-bib team’s side of the pitch, keeping his eye on where he’s dribbling the ball, when something solid collides with his side. It sends him stumbling. By the time he rights himself, Billy has sent the ball back towards Steve’s team’s goal and is sending a smug smirk his way. 

Great.

The guy’s encroaching on territory that doesn’t belong to him and he’s an asshole.

Throughout the class, Steve does his best to keep away from Billy, but there’s only so much to do when Billy is playing defence on the opposite team. Every time Steve looks up, there he is. It heightens the sinking realisation that, until his parents chase his pack out of Hawkins, he’s going to be feeling like this constantly.

In every class, at every lunch, maybe even outside of school if he’s unlucky. So far Billy seems the type to show up where he’s least wanted to rub in his presence. The guy is obnoxious and unignorable. No matter how hard he tries, Steve just can’t seem to keep his eyes off him for long.

By the time the teacher blows their whistle to mark the end of the lesson, Steve is sweaty, worn out and ready to go home already. 

They all file into the boys’ changing rooms, quickly rinsing off under the showers before changing back into their uniforms. Steve’s shrugging his shirt on when Tommy sits himself down, obnoxiously, on the bench next to where Steve is dressing. 

“Oh, how the mighty do fall, Harrington.”

“The hell do you want, Tommy?” Steve hisses back, starting on his buttons.

“Nothing, man,” he responds, not too convincingly. 

“It’s just not your day,” Billy joins in, victorious smirk still firmly in place, as he sets up his bag beside Tommy and starts dressing.

Tommy snorts.

“Yeah, not your year either, is it? How’s it feel hanging around the guy that stole your girlfriend every day?”

The changing room reeks of the swirling spray of at least twelve different deodorants and the stale sweat clinging to hastily tucked away PE kits. That’s what Steve tries to focus on as he rifles through his bag for a water bottle. Not Tommy and whatever rubbish the other guy lets spill from his mouth, and definitely not Billy watching from over his shoulder with a raised brow. They might linger in the corner of his periphery, but it doesn’t matter.

“Y’know, I bet they’re getting real cosy right now. I saw them getting permission to skip this period, how much do you wanna bet they’re getting cosy off somewhere alone again?”

Steve’s eyes dart to Tommy against his will.

They didn’t tell him that they were going to do that. Something on his face must give that away because Tommy grins.

“Oh shit, you don’t even know.”

With a cackle, he shoulders his bag and strides out of the changing room, not leaving room for Steve to get the last word in. Not that Steve would want to. He just bites the inside of his cheek as he unscrews the lid of his drink.

It doesn’t matter. Him and Nancy are over, and she wasn’t cheating on him last year. He just wishes he didn’t care about the jibe in spite of that. 

Tommy has always been a bit of a dick, even when they were friends. With his parents going off somewhere Steve couldn’t explain once a month, Tommy used to come up with some pretty colourful theories of his own: that his parents had secret other families that they were keeping from Steve; that Steve was a secret lovechild they could only see some of the time; and, his favourite, that one of Steve’s parents was a dirty cheater that the other had to keep an eye on. 

Being on the wrong end of teasing about possible cheating for so long got old really quick. It didn’t matter that Steve knew, without a slither of a doubt, that it was all bullshit, it still got to him.

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Billy’s voice says, cutting through Steve’s thoughts. 

He leans one arm up against the changing room coat hooks and levels Steve with another one of his taunting looks. It makes Steve want to punch him.

“Pretty boy like you’s got nothing to worry about, plenty of bitches in the sea.”

Steve refuses to give Billy the satisfaction of meeting his eye. 

What the hell did Billy think he was doing saying shit like that, goading a wolfblood whose territory you’re trespassing on? All Steve can do is grit his teeth and bear it, because that’s what his parents had told him to do. He hates it. He hates that his parents are treating him like he’s some pup just cause he hasn’t had his first transformation yet, and he hates that this asshole can just walk up to him with that shit-eating grin and talk down to him without Steve being able to do anything about it.

The guy even has the nerve to lean right into his personal space, clapping him on the shoulder and marking his scent all over Steve’s school clothes. Steve freezes, body taught with a rage that the other just ignores. Instead, Billy grabs his school bag and swaggers out, tie hanging undone around his neck.

“Hargrove, tie!” Steve can hear one of the teachers scolding before he snatches out his spray to drown out the guy’s scent.

—

When lunchtime rolls around, Nancy is nowhere to be seen. Neither, as it so happens, is Jonathan. Something ugly and green curls around his gut as Steve sits there in the cafeteria, nudging his half-empty bag of crisps half-heartedly. 

Across the room, Steve’s hearing can pick up Tommy and Carol snickering at where he sits, alone. It makes him wish he had asked Barb to stay with him while he waited instead of assuring her that she was fine to leave him while she did some research for her beast in the dark room. At the time he’d wanted nothing less than to hear her go on about monsters, but now he’d happily take that discomfort over this humiliating loneliness.

The doors to the room swing open and Steve’s eyes dart over there again, hoping against hope to see Nancy walking over to help him with his homework plan like they had agreed. He doesn’t. Instead, in struts Billy Hargrove. 

One day. His parents told him to keep his distance for one day and yet, everywhere Steve looks, there he is. 

Blue eyes snap to his and Billy—the arrogant, trespassing bastard he is—fucking winks at him.

It’s about at that moment that Steve gives in. It’s been fifteen minutes; lunch is nearly halfway over and there hasn’t been any sign of Nancy or even Jonathan. Neither of them have even texted him, so Steve’s holding little hope that they even remember that he’s waiting there for them. He’s not gonna sit here, overhearing all of the jibes thrown his way, waiting for someone who isn’t going to show.

He snatches up his crisps and heads out of the room, the doors closing with a satisfying thud behind him. At first, he really has no direction in mind, just walking for the sake of walking, but then he catches sight of a familiar head of brown curls.

“Henderson!” he calls out, striding up to the kid. “What’re you doing all by yourself?”

The kid shoots him an embarrassed grin.

Steve doesn’t mind Dustin, the kid seems alright and warmed up to him pretty quickly after he and Nancy broke up. Him and his group seem to spend their time split between each other’s houses, more often than not ending up at the Wheelers’ place. It ends up with Steve getting stuck keeping an eye on them all alongside Nancy whenever they’re all around there at the same time.

He’d begrudge it more if the kids weren’t actually kind of okay. Mike is annoying and Will is a bit shy, but Lucas and Dustin are actually pretty great. 

“I got lost.”

Steve huffs a laugh but decides to help him find his friends without any teasing. He remembers his own first-week nerves, as long ago as that seems now. If he was still the same person he was last year, Steve would probably have just laughed along with Carol and Tommy at the little Y7s getting lost on their way to class. It feels pretty good to realise how much he’s improved in such a short time.

The kids are hanging around outside the computer rooms, sitting up against the wall as they eat their lunches from boxes on their laps. It’s something Steve shakes his head at in amusement as he steps over Mike’s sprawled legs.

“You’re lucky there aren’t many people over here, or else you’d all be getting kicked by everyone walking by,” he tells them as he settles down on the opposite wall, Dustin taking up a seat against his side.

Mike wrinkles his face in annoyance but Steve pays it no mind, simply tilting his nearly-finished crisps over towards Dustin in offering. The kid happily sticks his hand in, emerging with practically a fistfull of them, crumbling to pieces in his grip.

“Dude…” Steve sighs mourning the loss of his lunch.

Lucas snorts.

“You get what you ask for.”

“Hey,” Steve says, brandishing his final crisp with playfully narrowed eyes, “I didn’t ask for that sass, Sinclair.”

“Your face asked for that sass,” Mike grumbles.

Steve decides only to let it slide because it makes Will laugh and he’s still working on getting that kid to open up to him.

“Thin ice, Mini-Nance,” he still warns and, with the look that puts on Mike’s face, Steve maybe gets why Mike likes him the least. “So, how’s your guys’ second day of year 7 going?”

That gets them to perk up and inwardly Steve sighs. Of course they’re enjoying school. He’s now doomed to being friends with nerds, and these ones don’t even have the benefit of being his own age.

Sometimes Steve really thinks he may have dug a hole for himself here.

“It’s been great—” Lucas starts.

“So great!” Dustin cuts in.

Even Will comes out of his shell at the chance to gush, offering a genuine: “There’s so much stuff for doing chemistry practicals, it’s awesome.”

“And there’s this new girl in our classes who didn’t go to our primary school,” Lucas tells him. 

“I think she moved up from the south,” Will agrees.

“Who cares?” Mike huffs. “She’s not important. Our party already has an unwanted tag-along.”

“Ouch,” Steve says when Mike’s eyes dart pointedly over to him. “Point taken.”

“Hey, Steve’s cool,” Dustin stresses, and Steve maybe shouldn’t feel as pleased as he does by the sentiment. “Besides, have you seen Max? She’s awesome. Why wouldn’t we want a cool new girl in our group?”

The topic, annoyingly, only serves to send Steve’s own thoughts back to the new kid in his own class. He knows embarrassingly little about either of them. For all he knows, they might have come here together—they did both start at Hawkins High at the same time. Though, Steve hasn’t caught any hint of another wolfblood at the school other than himself and Billy.

With how quickly he picked up on Billy’s presence, he highly doubts he’d have missed another. Even if it had only been a day and a half, the new girl must be leaving trails of her scent all across the building and Steve hasn’t picked up on a singular thing so it seems highly unlikely.

Still, he doesn’t enjoy the topic purely on the basis that he doesn’t want to have to consider Billy in the slightest. He’s not going to let that guy drag down every moment of his life, not even for the short time he’s going to be sticking around.

“Let’s maybe not argue about that,” he uses as an excuse. “I don’t want to have to tell your sister that you were fighting with your friends.”

“Then keep it to yourself,” Mike mumbles petulantly.

Lucas laughs.

“Sure, like Steve could keep a secret to save his life.”

That makes Steve wince. Will shoots him a sorry look which he just waves away.

The kids keep bickering on for a while, friendly enough that Steve is content to lean back and let it all wash over him. Their lunches dwindle as they eat them between discussions about something to do with their last D&D campaign.

Steve really has no clue what they’re talking about with all of that, even though he was in the room for their last one. The Wheelers had gotten snacks for all the kids but made sure they were actually sharing. That left Steve and Nancy hanging out in the basement while the kids were playing. Didn’t mean that Steve listened to a word of it, and it’s not like any of it would’ve made sense if he had.

“Steve should join us next time,” Will says.

He says it pretty quietly, but it’s apparent that everyone else hears him given the way their chatter falls suddenly silent. 

Steve would spend more time insulted by that reaction if he wasn’t already so flabbergasted by the fact that that suggestion came from Will in the first place. He really didn’t think the kid liked him that much. Or, okay, maybe he liked him fine enough because of that time he brought that box of ice lollies over to the Wheelers’ place for them—even Mike had somewhat warmed up to him after that—but Steve hadn’t thought the kid was that comfortable around him yet.

When the others just keep staring at him (Steve included), Will just shrugs unapologetically. Steve makes a mental reminder to sneak the kid some extra crap the next time he’s feeling affectionate enough to the party. He’d never have expected a Fab to earn him that much of Will’s respect.

Dustin has seemingly come back to his senses by now, because he’s begun nodding fiercely.

“Yeah, dude,” he grins, “that would be awesome.”

Even Lucas seems to like the idea a little.

“Seriously?” Mike complains, with a touch less petulance than Steve would have actually expected. Holy shit, does Mike actually secretly not hate him?

“Consider it this way,” Lucas offers. “We can laugh at him when he gets himself killed.”

“Hey,” Steve grumbles. “I haven’t even agreed.”

“Please?”

“Yeah, please Steve?”

“C’mon it’ll be fun.”

Steve sighs and resigns himself to a night of bullying from Y7s. What even is his life anymore? On the plus side, maybe if he’s worrying about dealing with these assholes he won’t be so disturbed by Billy being around.

It’s a long shot but, hey, a guy has to have hope.

When he turns away from the kid’s excited planning, wanting to head towards a water fountain and fill his bottle before last period, his eyes meet those of Nicole. She’s standing there, smirking down at the group's antics with an annoyingly superior look on her face.

Well, great. Just brilliant. Nicole is the biggest damn snitch in their year and there isn’t a single chance that she isn’t going to tell Carol about this. And Carol knowing about this means that, by tomorrow, Tommy will know about this. 

It’s not that Steve is embarrassed to be seen around these guys—they’re great kids—but Tommy would never have let him live this down back when they were friends. Now that they don’t even have that marginal buffer between Steve and Tommy’s brutal teasing, Steve’s fucked.

With a subtle sigh of despair, he flops back against the wall. There’s no point in trying to catch up to Nicole’s disappearing back as she walks away; no bargaining with that girl will give him anything better than a bruised sense of dignity. Well, as flimsy as his dignity already with everything else considered.

He tries to enjoy the precious last few minutes of his lunch break in quiet acceptance.

—

By the time the final bell of the school day rings, Steve is just shy of having already been lined up directly at his classroom door. With the way Billy kept shooting him more and more frequent looks, Steve wasn’t willing to chance hanging around. It was like the guy was thinking about cornering him and, even despite knowing full well that he shouldn’t, Steve thinks he might have actually hit the guy if he tried something like that.

It’s easy enough to shrug his bag up onto his shoulder and get lost in the flow of kids rushing to finally escape from the building. Within a minute or two, Steve is already standing at the school gate and waiting.

His parents aren’t picking him up today since he already let them know he had plans, so instead he looks out into the coming swarms of other students for his friends. With any luck, it won’t take them too long to get out—the clouded-over sky from this morning has only darkened with a swell of soon-coming rainfall and Steve would very much like to avoid the beginnings of it.

It isn’t long before he spots a familiar head of ginger hair. Barb makes her way over to him, meandering through the flow of kids to stand beside him.

By the time they start exchanging concerned looks, it’s started spitting with rain. Steve’s hood is pulled up over his head, no doubt ruffling his hair into a real state, when he turns to Barb.

“Do we just… keep waiting?”

Barb shrugs helplessly at him.

“I can text her again to ask but I don’t know. I don’t know what would keep them behind. Did they say anything to you at lunch time?”

Steve shakes his head.

“They never showed.”

“Neither of them?”

“Neither of them,” Steve agrees. “Tommy mentioned that they’d gotten permission to skip third period, but that shouldn’t still have them doing stuff, surely.”

Barb swipes little droplets of rain from her phone screen and sends a third text, teeth worrying her lip between her teeth.

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Steve soothes. “Maybe her phone just died and so she can’t tell us about whatever’s holding her up. They could’ve just gone home sick?”

“Both of them?” Barb asks with incredulously raised brows. “They seemed fine this morning.”

Steve shrugs helplessly, unable to offer a better explanation. Truth be told, his fingers are twitching a little anxiously. He’s sure they’re fine… or he would be if there wasn’t that slight worry that this could be related in some way to the intruders on his territory. 

Rationally, he knows nothing should be wrong there, not like this at least. It doesn’t matter how rude and standoffish Billy has been, wolfbloods at the end of the day are just people like everyone else. Just because he doesn’t like the guy doesn’t mean his family have gone and kidnapped two kids just because they’re friends with the current pack’s son. That would be deranged and, as every wolfblood knows, you can’t just go out and do things that would give away the secret.

It doesn’t stop that over-stressed part of his mind from worrying. Or maybe even hoping. Even if he and Nancy are over, he doesn’t want to think about her and Jonathan getting together, no matter how much sense that might make. It would explain their strange absence together, but the thought of it stings with a subtle sort of betrayal.

Barb’s phone chimes and she tilts the screen for Steve to see too. It’s a text from Jonathan’s number, but one that Nancy apparently sent:

Phone dead, sorry for the hold up. Head to Benny’s without us, we’ll catch you up -Nancy x

With that worry settled, Steve and Barb shrug off their anxieties the best they can and walk off down the path into town.

“So,” Barb asks him. “If you weren’t with Nancy, what were you doing all lunch?”

“Herding lost ducklings,” he shrugs, smirking and explaining: “Nancy’s brother and his friends” at Barb’s confused look.

“Good,” she says with a smile, “then I don’t have to feel so bad about abandoning you to yourself.”

“Awh,” Steve coos, wrapping an arm around Barb’s shoulders as they keep walking, “I knew you loved me.”

“Shut up,” she huffs with a roll of her eyes, batting Steve’s hand away. “You’re lucky I actually do.”

“Yeah, I am.”

His sappiness earns him an amused look.

“So,” she asks instead, blessedly not teasing him because Barb is a saint, “you know what you’re going to do when you get home?”

Steve shrugs, turning the corner and feeling thankful that it’s not too much further of a walk to the café from here. The rain is picking up now, tapping against the hoods of their coats. Steve can’t remember if Jonathan and Nancy brought coats today, but he hopes for their sakes that they did, or that they’re not far behind them if not.

“Having dinner with my parents, which will be thrilling. A proper family meeting.”

Barb shoots him a frown.

“What’s the occasion? Is everything okay?”

Steve lets out a huff of breath, determinedly not thinking about everything that’s going to be discussed this evening.

“Yeah, it’s fine, something just came up recently. Borning family stuff, nothing you need to worry about. How about you?”

“I’m going to go through all my photos from the moors. I know there’s something up there, Steve. That paw print means something. There has to be something more there, I just need to look harder.”

Steve’s face twitched with a suppressed cringe, but he listens dutifully as Barb goes over her plans of where to start and what she thinks her best guess of what her monster could be is. He wouldn’t have taken her as the type to believe in cryptids and folktales but she seems to have seriously considered a great number of things.

A better friend might have entertained her theories more, asking questions about what she’s telling him, but the best he can manage is his held breath and a silent prayer that the word ‘werewolf ’ never passes her lips.

It doesn’t seem to bother Barb that her audience is silent, just that he’s willing to listen at all. That makes him feel both sad and a little thankful at the same time, which only serves to raise more guilt inside him. It squirms like a living thing and there is no word for the immensity of his relief when the door to Benny’s is before them and they can duck inside.

That serves as the disruption necessary to quiet Barb’s rambling as they wander over to the counter and ask Benny for four hot chocolates to warm up from the cold rain. The warmth of them stings against Steve’s rain-cooled fingers through their cardboard cups. He hands over the money for them, ignoring Barb’s attempts to pay for half, and then they settle themself in a table by the window.

Barb sighs from between sips of her drink.

Against the glass, the rain begins to hammer down. For a moment, Steve just watches the droplets racing down the plane and thinks about how they’ll be washing everything clean. It would be nice to go out and run when the weather passes, basking in the petrichor and the way it brings out the smell of the woods stronger than ever, but that’s not wise right now.

Hiding his disgruntled expression, Steve takes a sip from his own drink and immediately hisses as the hot liquid burns the tip of his tongue.

“How are you just drinking that? This is boiling still.”

Barb just shrugs, taking another long gulp and Steve takes a moment to feel sorry for her internal organs cause surely drinking something that warm cannot be good for them.

“Don’t be dramatic,” she smiles at him, as if she can read his mind.

God, would Steve be fucked by now if she actually could.

The door opens with the chime of the shop bell and Nancy and Jonathan slip inside, dripping with rain. 

Jonathan’s hair is plastered to his forehead when he slips into the seat across from Steve, grasping for his drink with a thankful expression. He doesn’t even raise it to his mouth, simply cradling it in his hands and leeching the heat away from the cardboard. Nancy, however, fairs a lot better, lowering the hood of Jonathan’s coat.

“It’s freezing out there,” Nancy winces, also taking her seat now.

“You’re more of a gentleman than me, Jonathan,” Steve laughs. He can’t help himself.

The guy looks like a drowned puppy, looking up with sad eyes at the dryness of Barb and Steve’s own clothes.

“Thanks again, Jonathan,” Nancy smiles, looking a little guilty but very appreciative. “I owe you.”

“You could cover the cost of his drink,” Steve suggests, and Nancy looks like she’s actually about to pull out her purse when Barb speaks up with an admonishing look in Steve’s direction.

“You didn’t make me pay,” she points out and Steve pouts.

“Well, now you’ve done it.”

Nancy shakes her head, amused, and tucks her purse back away.

“You’re an idiot, Steve,” she informs him with a fond look.

“So I’ve been told.”

Nancy just smirks and sips at her drink. Barb sends Steve a pointed look as if to say ‘see, it’s not too hot, you're just ridiculous’.

“So,” he asks instead, voice coming out impressively casual, “what kept you two so long anyway?”

“Ah, yeah,” Jonathan says with an embarrassed chuckle, “sorry we were so late.”

“We were talking to some year 8s about signing up for photography club. They saw us sticking up sign-up sheets at lunchtime and had some follow up questions.”

“We might have some new members,” Jonathan says to corroborate her story, a pleased little smile on his face.

Ah. Right. Steve schools his expression into a plastic smile, ignoring the way Barb sends him a quick little sorry look. 

“So that’s where you were. I was wondering.”

Nancy’s face seems to suddenly drain of colour as she pops her cup back onto the table. She sends Steve her most sorry look, complete with pitiful wide eyes. If anything it makes him feel suddenly worse.

“Oh, crap! Steve, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot that I said I’d—”

“It’s fine, Nance,” Steve says quickly, cutting her off.

He doesn’t want to get into it. Really, he doesn’t. It’ll just remind him of the way she looked at him when they broke up, and Steve thinks he doesn’t quite love Nancy in that way anymore but it still hurts to be reminded. 

He’s much rather just press on, sweep this all under the rug and act like everything is normal. He needs that, especially with every other chaotic aspect of his life right now. His friends are supposed to be easy, not be another source of stress. And maybe it’s a bit selfish to want other people to just be simple and how he needs rather than their own complicated selves, but he’s just already so tired.

“How did it go anyway? They the right kind of nerds for your loser club?”

Nancy seems relieved that he’s back to his usual self, giving him another one of those indulgent looks.

“Yes, they’re ‘the right kind of nerd’. They seem really nice.”

Jonathan nods his agreement.

“I hope they do sign up, it would be nice to have some new people around in the dark room with us.”

“Well, you have fun with the Y8s. I’ve apparently befriended your brothers and their friends, so I’ll be hanging around with them instead.”

“You did?” Jonathan smiles, always so openly affectionate when Will gets brought up.

Steve doesn’t think he’s imagining that flicker of gratefulness in his eyes, either. It’s been hard on him and his mam since Will was found, each of them worrying about how he’s doing after being lost out in the woods for days. His mam’s been taking it worse, but Jonathan’s been keeping a closer eye on him, too. 

It occurs to Steve that he’s probably glad to find out someone else a bit more mature will be keeping an eye on him too. He thinks he might actually be okay with being that guy for him—it’s nice to be trusted so clearly.

Of course, because Steve can’t have a moment’s peace, when the door next opens Tommy strides in, followed by a grinning Billy Hargrove. Maybe Steve would hate the guy less if he didn’t look so pleased constantly, grinning in that obnoxious way he has. It just oozes tauntingness. He also might at least pretend he was less bothered by the guy if he wasn’t fucking everywhere Steve looked.

When Billy notices Steve glaring him down his smile widens, the prick.

Tommy delights in Steve being there too, laughing at him the second he sees him there.

“Look who it is,” he calls out. “I heard you were making friends with some year 7s today, Stevie. Are you really that desperate now? I really didn’t think you could sink any lower after...”

He trails off with a pointed look at his friends. 

It should be ridiculous for him to have the gall to say that, half-drowned-looking himself from the rain. Billy’s fairing little better, blonde curls darkened by water and dripping from the tips to soak into the collar of his jacket and run in little lines like artificial tear-tracks down his stupid face. They really don’t make the best picture, certainly not enough for Tommy to be snickering at Jonathan’s state at any rate.

It makes Steve grit his teeth to avoid saying anything, instead glaring back at them with a malice he cannot suppress. Perhaps it should be surprising for him to see the irritated look Billy is giving Tommy behind his back, but it’s easy enough to brush off. If Billy really is so set on ruining Steve’s day then maybe he wanted to be able to jump on that opportunity to insult Steve and his friends instead of Tommy taking it for him.

Hell, maybe the guy is even just mad that Tommy went for such low-hanging fruit… again. Maybe Tommy being so predictable in his insulting Steve that it’s cramping Billy’s style. He should probably concede that it’s at least effective, though.

Apparently everyone can see the strained edge to how Steve sits, even as he tries to relax his body. Doing so just feels stiff and fake, like he’s a plastic action-figure with limbs that fall just shy of settling in a natural-looking sort of way.

“Just ignore them,” Nancy tells him, like it’s that simple.

Steve has been ignoring so much from Tommy for so long now, but it’s not so simple when Billy’s staring at him again. Those big blue eyes are so intense, locked onto his, framed by those long bambi lashes, speckled with stubborn drops of rain. He can feel his brows scrunch further as he glares back at him and something in Billy’s face twitched in annoyance at that.

It shouldn’t feel good to bother Billy back, even just a little, but fuck does it soothe just a tiny bit of his own indignation to see the way something closes off in the guy’s expression.

When he finally tears his eyes away from Billy, trying to just block those assholes out and go back to pretending that pretending this insult away is working, he sees the squirmy discomfort written on Barb’s face. Shit, right. Barb must have had more than enough crap from other kids already, she really doesn’t need any more heaped on her as collateral from Steve’s stupid little rivalry.

Something in his body-language must have softened when he took note of Barb, because Tommy snickers again like some caricature of an immature bully.

“Awh, you got yourself a new girlfriend? In love again are you, Steve? I gotta say, I didn’t think crazy was your type. Real downgrade here.”

Barb just ducks her head and Steve seethes. He reaches out under the table and squeezes Barb’s hand without breaking his gaze from the cup in front of him. If he looks anywhere else, he thinks he’ll scream or swear or do something else stupid like throw a punch at Tommy.

“I mean, Wheeler was one thing, but at least she didn’t run around telling people about the ghosties running around in the woods at night. I mean, seriously.”

From between his fingers, Barb pulls her hand away. He can practically feel the shame radiating off of her. That’s what does it. He can’t just sit here and take this, not when he’s as angry as he is now, hands clenched into trembling fists over his knees and ears ringing under the rush of rage.

Tommy can say whatever shit about him he wants, but Steve will not stand for him coming for Barb’s feelings like this. He won’t just let Tommy humiliate her, no matter how much Nancy wants him to play nice. He can see it in the angry set of her own jaw—even as she tries to drown out Tommy by talking with Jonathan like everything’s normal—that she’s nearly as mad as he is, but he knows Nancy will keep his head down and pretend it all away.

He won’t. Right now, it’s just all too fucking much. He smells the intruding scent of Billy, and Barb is upset, and their conversation is tense, and Nancy abandoned him for Jon again and—

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Tommy. No one gives a fuck what you think so you’re just being pathetic.”

That stuns Tommy silent for a moment. Next to him, Billy’s shoulders shake in silent laughter.

“What did you say to me?” Tommy finally manages.

Steve pushes to his feet, chair screeching out behind him.

“I said to piss off.”

“Oi, boys!” comes the annoyed yell of Benny from over at the counter. “Either quit it or take that outside, I’m not having that in here.”

Steve takes a steadying breath and tries not to feel suddenly embarrassed by his outburst.

Billy, on the other hand… Billy cackles.

“So there’s that King Steve I’ve heard so much about.”

He tries not to glance down at his friends, but he can’t help it. The look on Nancy’s face is ashamed, but it’s more than that… It's one that makes Steve think that she never had much faith in him in the first place. She seems almost resigned, like she knew, somewhere deep down where she tries to hide it, that Steve would let her down again.

His bag gets shrugged onto his shoulder and then he’s making his way towards the door.

“Steve, you don’t have to go,” Jonathan tries to call out but Steve waves him off.

“My parents want me home for dinner, anyway.”

He looks back at Barb and she nods. At least she looks a little thankful that he stuck up for her.

“I’ll call you later,” he tells them, shouldering past Tommy and Billy.

“Going so soon, Harrington?” Billy asks him. “We were just getting started.”

That’s not something Steve deigns to give an answer to. He just heads out into the downpour, listening through the thundering of rain on the ground as the door to Benny’s swings closed behind him, cutting off Billy’s voice.

In that moment, Steve decides that he truly hates Billy Hargrove.

[vampysparkz]

Accidental Petrification

Part 1.

Ajax Petropolis x Normie F!Reader

Enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 1,517

TAGLIST

@smexydeftonesfan

Warnings

Very slow burn! Non canon character just to make things a little smoother, some mild ish bullying.

Key

Y/N: Your name

L/N: Your last name

Y/N L/N was a 17-year-old girl, who was overall normal. She had good grades in school, plenty of friends, kept healthy relationships and had good personal hygiene, so really, being sent a letter from Nevermore Academy was a bit of a shock to her.

She had just gotten home from a trip to the Weathervane and heard her father calling for her from the kitchen. Y/N dropped her backpack down next to the dining room table, before walking into the kitchen. Her father stood next to the counter, leaning his elbow slightly against it as he held the blue and black envelope (that wore the Nevermore crest with terrifying intensity) out to his daughter. "Letter for you" he gulped, a hint of nervousness catching in his throat.

Her eyebrows furrowed together as she took the letter with shaking hands, nails tapping on the cardstock. She took a small, unsteady breath, before pulling the envelope open. She stole a glance at her father, who was a few shades paler than when he had handed her the envelope, before taking the two sheets of paper out from it.

'Dear Y/N L/N,

You have been selected for an experimental program at Nevermore Academy. As you are surely aware; The new semester starts in four days, and you are invited to join us for the school year! This is a social experiment, and you are free to leave at any point after the first semester. You have already been assigned a dorm, and will find a list of required items on the attached paper.

We hope to see you soon!

Sincerely,

Principal Larissa Weems'

She read aloud, in a goofy sort of announcer's voice in an attempt to lighten the mood, which made her father chuckle. "... You'll be alright kid, if there's one thing you might be able to do, it's bringing some sort of normalcy to those kids"

He was always good at that, casting aside worry to make her feel better. She hoped he was right at least, maybe she would enjoy her time at the academy.

.・゜゜・

The four days passed at breakneck speed, cramming in whatever time she could spend with her friends and family. Of course, she was always going to be nearby and visiting on the weekends, she didn't want to leave anyone on bad terms. When the day finally came, Y/N's parents got together her things and packed up the car.

The drive to Nevermore was quiet and painfully quick, the worry had finally set in. It only took twenty minutes or so for the car to arrive at the gates, the iron creaking slightly as it opens. The courtyard was bustling with cars and outcasts gathering their belongings to bring up to their dorms.

Y/N got out slowly and grabbed her bags after giving her father a tight bear hug, and a teary goodbye, before heading into the school.

She was greeted by a tall woman, with platinum hair and an all-white Floral print dress. The woman opened her mouth to say something but was shoved to the side when a tall boy wearing an oversized beanie got pushed into her.

"COVER YOUR EYES!"

Someone shouted, (loud enough to be classified as a shriek rather than a shout)the words had everyone ducking for cover, covering their eyes as tight as they could. Now someone like Y/N, who has had very little interaction with Outcasts, could not have known what that meant and was in no way quick enough to cover her eyes. At first, she noticed, that the boy had been shoved by a group of rather dirty-looking boys, with sort of insane expressions, who made subtle growling noises as they pushed the poor kid around. After that, she noticed that one of them had reached for his hat, and another had a mirror.

They yanked his hat off, which earned a worried cry from the boy, whose eyes widened as dozens of snakes writhed from where his hair should have been, hissing quietly as they made direct eye contact with her.

The snakes themselves caused her to stop moving, as if they were putting her in a trance, sedating her in a sort of mellow state. She barely noticed when the boy unfortunately made eye contact with her, as he struggled to look away from the mirror that the group was shoving in his face. All she could hear was two sets of crackling stone, and then everything went black.

.・゜゜・

She didn't know what had happened, only one moment she had been witnessing a brutal event of bullying, and now she was /very/ groggy and opening her eyes. She was sitting in a chair, in what looked like an infirmary, and a small woman in a nurse's outfit was wiping some sort of greenish-yellow fluid on her hand with a cotton ball, that sort of burned.

She furrowed her eyebrows as the mental fog slowly lifted, allowing her to notice that the hand the woman was wiping the fluid on was stone, but (she supposed) the fluid was actively reverting it to her normal skin. The rest of her body was now no longer stone, and with a sort of painful movement, she turned her head.

There was the boy, still paralyzed and made of stone, propped up against the wall with a fearful expression plastered on his now statue esq face.

"Don't worry about Ajax dear, he stones himself every other week"

The nurse says with a cheery little tone, tossing the cotton ball in a nearby trash can.

"You'll be alright now, might be a little stiff but nothing too bad. I recommend taking a bath soon, I'm afraid gorgon venom is quite sticky, but the burning should subside soon"

She giggles, before picking up a new cotton ball to dip in a jar, and walked over to the boy so she could set to work on wiping it over his eyes, hoping to at least gift his sight back first.

Y/N took a deep breath, the nurse was right, her entire existence felt sticky, but the burning on her skin had already mostly faded. She slowly got up from her chair, wincing slightly as her body creaked from the stiffness, but it seemed to level out as she moved around.

She then paused, realizing that she has /no/ idea where she is. She looks back over to the nurse, who had successfully unparalyzed one of the boy's (Ajax she assumed was his name) eyes.

"Excuse me?" She spoke "I'm sorry I don't know where I am. I'm the new Normie transfer." She mumbles, almost afraid to say the sentence.

The nurse opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the same woman in the floral dress, who stood with her hands folded neatly behind her back.

"Miss L/N, I'm so sorry you had such a rough introduction. I'll have Mister Petropolis apologize as soon as he's unpetrified." The woman smiles and gave a soft chuckle.

The woman held her hand out to Y/N, neatly manicured nails catching the light from the windows. "Principal Larissa Weems, nice to meet formally meet you, dear"

Y/N took her hand and gave it a firm shake with a smile. "Come along then, I'll show you to your dorm, your things have already been moved up there. Your roommate will show you around" She smiles, turning on her heels and walking out of the infirmary, her heels clicking on the stone floor as she walked.

The two walked up the winding staircases and through busy hallways, and at one point Y/N had to hold onto Principal Weems' hand due to the droves of teenagers trying to get to their friends.

After about ten minutes, they arrived to the dorm Y/N would be staying in, the dark wooden door creaking open. The dorm was large, and was on one of the higher levels, so it had plenty of windows. The room was divided in two, a twin sized bed on each side, with a desk, dresser, and wardrobe. One half, Y/N assumed it was hers, was bare with no decoration. The other however, held green and brown hued decorations, bedsheets, and books. A younger girl sat on the bed, likely a freshman, snakes quietly withing under her beanie as they tried to get a peek at the new roommate.

"Hello" The girl hums, a gentle smile gracing her heart shaped face, caramel skin keeping its warm hue in the gentle light of the room.

"I'm Iliana, Iliana Harman" She chimed, hopping up from the bed to offer a hand out to Y/N.

Y/N was a little standoffish, recognizing the hat from the boy that petrified her, not ready to be petrified again.

"Hey, it's okay Normie, I'm not gonna petrify you" Iliana laughs, but continued to hold her hand out, at least she seemed friendly. Y/N carefully shook her hand with a small smile.

"Yeah you would know about that, huh? Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" Y/N smiles, before moving to begin unpacking.

Chapter one is done!

I should have the next chapter up tomorrow or the next day, I know it's starting off slow, but it's for development I promise!

I originally intended it to be one long story, but I know a few people are excited about this.

Part 2! 👇

[boowritess]

Gaz and The Unaware Three

kyle "gaz" garrick x gn!reader

a/n: i really fucking love gaz bro, and i whipped this outta my brain instead of my essay but uwu. tbh it's a mess, but it's my mess. hope ya'll enjoy and are safe xx drink water, and get some rests babes!

when it came to going on breaks, everyone knew that gaz went home, assuming he went by family. i mean it made sense didn't it? there were times he was on the phone texting someone, when asking who it was, and he just casually responds that it was someone from home. that was normal. why second guess that. another moment he was wrapping up a phone call, "alright, yes i will remember! it's my sisters birthday of course i will! okay. i love you. love you. g'night."

"was that your mummy? missing your mummy gaz?" soap teased watching the younger male pocket his phone. gaz playfully stared daggers at him,

"nah it wasn't, it was yours she just rang me to ask when i-"

"don't ya dare finish that sentence-"

"when i'll give her a son she'll actually love!" he booked it, soap close behind.

"aye! ya wee git!"

other than that, there was no telltale sign that he was in a relationship. thing is they would've known. right? i mean they spend every waking minute with one another, they woulda known. of course, they each were allowed to keep things to themselves, but to task 141, it was gaz! gaz was their unoffical but offical baby of the group! and were inherently protective of him without even realizing. heck one drunk night ghost and price surrounded the poor lad.

"gaz- kid- listen," price huffed, leaning close to gaz, putting a heavy hand on his shoulder, smelling heavily of whiskey and cigars, "i just want you to be happy with whoever! okay?" then he stabbed a finger in his chest, attempting to give him a serious stare, "i don't give a fuck who- who you- ah fuck, ghost?"

ghost, who had been looming over gaz had been nodding along with price's word and as soon as the captain faltered he stepped in, words slurred, "we will kill them if they ever hurt you? m'kay, gaz? gotit? and we don't give a FUCK what they identify as-"

"oi! i do-"

"shut up!" ghost put a gloved hand on gaz's other shoulder, leaning down, "i don't give a fuck whomever they are. if they hurt you- i can get rid of their body-"

it was laswell who came to gaz rescue, "hey see! if it's a women, laswell will beat her up if the witch hurts ya!" price hooraed, rising a glass in the air. laswell shaking her head, a smile on her face. the next morning, ghost said not one word, and price pretended he didn't remember anything from that night.

so, they all just think he's single.

till one mission gaz gets hurt and sent to the hospital. when they went to check on him they expected to see his family, but upon entering the hospital room, it was clear there had been people, with the amount of flowers, balloons and cards. but other than that it was just gaz.

making themselves known, they fell into conversation with the healing male, who suffered from a bullet wound and a broken leg. moments later the door to the room opened, you came in carrying a duffel bag, eyes focused on the items in the bag.

"okay, i washed your clothes and i packed some stuff that'll be easy for you to put on over the cast and yes i got your boxers with the kittens on them- oh, shoot." your heart jumped, seeing not just your partner staring at you, but three others, faces you immediately recognized from the photos gaz had sent you, "hi! oh sorry for Interrupting!" you beamed, sending them a large smile. "i'll just put this down and leave you's too it!"

soap was the one to jump up, feigning the persona of a perfect gentleman he grabbed the bag from you, "here, let me. are you gaz's sibling? can't be you're too pretty to be related to that." he grinned.

"oi!" gaz yelled, "soap get your ugly face away from my partner would you?"

everyone's jaw dropped. when you entered they assumed you could've been a friend of his, not really peicing that you could've been a partner and in their opinion, you were way out've his league.

"piss off! no, that's not your partner." ghost grumbled leaning back in the chair.

"excuse me what's that supposed to mean? babe, y'know what leave! they don't deserve to meet you- i'll see ya later." he exclaimed trying to wave you away.

"nonsense," soap scolded throwing an arm over your shoulder and bringing you further into the room, dropping the bag on the dresser. you grinned at gaz as the other two men got to their feet, gaz face still held one of being upset but his eyes were burning with happiness as he watched.

ghost and price loomed over you at first you thought it was tactic to intimidate you but now being this close, you could tell they were buzzing in excitement as they stared at you, "captain price and ghost? right? so which one of you said that you'd kill me if i hurt, gaz?" you grinned, ghost eyes slightly widened.

"that was him." price nodded to the masked man.

"price i thought you didn't remember that night?" ghost growled glaring at the male, who shrugged ignoring him.

you giggled, "it's fine, i'm happy to know gaz has you both to protect him. i'm y/n." shaking hands with both men who surprisingly, gently clasped yours. soap appearing at the otherside of price eagerly shook your hand.

"i'm-"

"soap. yes, i've uh, heard some things about you." you say amused.

"can you lot stop huddling my parnter?" gaz huffed watching the display. but they backed off, returning to their seats as you went over to sit beside him on the bed, pecking his cheek.

"awe, gaz ya talk bout us?" soap cooed.

"good things?"

"oh always cap." gaz confirmed, but when price looked at you, you subtly shook your head, only to quickly nod when gaz looked at you. "right babe?"

"mhm." you hummed. "most definitely."

it was safe to say that the meeting went well. gaz was practically beaming the whole time you and task 141 talked, especially bursting with happiness to see how much they enjoyed your company. your personality, and easy going attitude, even made ghost relaxed enough to join in on the conversations even providing a couple of jokes making the others roll their eyes, but he smiled in triumph behind the balaclava as you laughed.

"babe, it wasn't that good." gaz groaned, an arm around your waist. his fingers mindlessly drumming against your body. you shushed him, leaning into him a little.

soap sat up, "alright, alright- i got one!" but as soon as he went to say it, your alarm went off indicating it was time to go back to work.

"sorry, soap, how bout you tell me next time?" you say rising from the bed, gaz reluctantly letting you go.

"i'll save it just for you." he grinned.

"i'm holding you to that. alright, i will see you after work." you smile, going to kiss gaz's cheek only for him to turn and capture your lips. you blushed pulling away and seeing the men stare at you both, and you swore they had hearts in their eyes. "it was lovely to finally meet you all! will i see you all later?"

price shrugged getting to his feet the others doing the same, "not sure but just incase, we'll see you next time, yeah?"

"alright then!" you grinned, then surprising price you pulled him in for a quick hug. doing the same to soap.

when you pulled away he grinned, "y'know i wouldn't mind a cheeky kiss-"

"ghost, hit him." gaz scowled.

"on it." he nodded taking a step towards soap who actually let out a yelp, which made the man let out a low chuckle. he turned to you, you went to go hug him too but stopped,

"gaz mentioned something about how you threw someone to the ground because they tried to hug you?"

ghost's eyes crinkled ever so slightly, breifly flickering to the blushing Scotsman. "right." he confirmed watching as you stuck out a hand instead, his gloved one meeting it.

"well it was nice to meet you." stepping away, price went with you to the door, your eyes locked with the man in the bed, who stared at you with big eyes and a small smile on his face. "love you." you grinned, blowing him a kiss.

and cheesily, he caught it. "love you!" he called as price closed the door behind you. once gone, his smile on his face remained, feeling all giddy on the inside as he still felt your warmth and your softness. yet he was jerked out've his head when a hand rested on his leg, specifically the injured one. his heart jumped seeing the three men staring down at him from the end of the bed, eyes like daggers. "what? what'd i do!?"

it was ghost to speak up, "you hurt them and i'll kill ya gaz."

"or they can replace you in the task force instead." price added.

"or both."

"or both." price confirmed. soap nodded in agreement, folding his arms.

gaz stared at them confused, "weren't you lot the one to threaten them? if they hurt me?" he said exasperated.

"yeah nah, not any more lad." price grinned. "they seem smart, it would be you who woulda did something."

"oh my gosh," gaz groaned rubbing his face, "nurse! nurse! these men are a threat to my mental health!" they all grinned, backing off into their prior position. if anything, they were happy for him but had questions.

espeically price, "now why the heck didn't you tell us about them earlier?" he huffed, somewhat offended that he didn't know.

gaz shurgged, "it wasn't on purpose, cap! i actually thought you lot knew that i was atleast seeing someone. i mean who'd ya think i was goin home too all the time, or on the phone with?"

"your mum?" soap murmered genuinely serious, making gaz eyes roll.

"well i'm glad you lot like them." he licked his lips, sheepishly looking round the room, "i want you's to be around them more before i..." he drawled, fingers nervously playing with the hospital blanket.

"spit it out kid!" ghost growled.

"before i ask them to marry me!" he blurted out. soap got up, grabbing gaz by the shoulder.

"do it. do it right now. ring them. y'know what, i'll ring them."

"stand down, soap." price grinned. "why ya want us to be round them more before you ask them, anyway?"

gaz shrugged, feeling vulnerable and it was just because of his injuries. "dunno, well-" he sighed, "cause you lot are my family and i want to be with someone that you all atleast approve off."

"oh mate. they could probably do way better than you." soap shrugged, relaxing the tension in the room.

"fuck off! fuck you! i take it back!"

"aw, gaz. didn't know we meant that much too ya." ghost cooed. "but johnny's right, they could do way better." he teased.

"fuck this! i regret saying anything! nurse! nah i'm actually calling for the nurse now and saying i'm being bullied." gaz huffed face slightly flushed but the teasing didn't cease from soap or ghost, as they leaned closer to poke at the younger male. price leaned back in the chair happily watching.

♡

[nemmennem]

Male Teen Reader x Creepypasta [ch. 2]

"i-i-i think i will go with you" you said, your words trembling and your body still shaking in toby's hug

"Oh shit i just gaslightd them into becoming creepypasta" toby thaugh

yes... he indeed manipulated you into becoming creepypasta

"you can relax now kid, there is nothing to stress about" toby said ruffling your hair " you remind me of jeff"

"the killer?"

"ye, your hair look like him and you are little pale, oh, and how old are you and what's your name?"

you had black curly hair that reached your shoulders and you were slightly pale, but that was probably because of fear

"I'm 15, and my name is Victor"

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"let's end this nice chat and get down to more serious matters, first of all, are you aware that you have to abandon all your family and friends? oh no, wait, they are dead after all, sorry I forgot, and secondly you have to take all the important slash personal stuff, things like I don't know, family photos, normal clothes, weapons and preferably everything fits into some kind of backpack"

"ok, just give me a minute"

"if anything I'll be waiting at the front door, do not think about running away"

you began to pack, you packed some clothes, some books, a family album, your own shampoo, you left the room and took one last look at the friendly walls,you took your father's holster and ammunition tucked into your jacket pocket, the bag was thrown on your back and you left, the first thing you saw was a happy toby

"you don't even know how glad I am that you chose to stick with us"

you started walking in a direction known only toby, it was quiet, neither you nor toby made a sound while you walked, until toby broke the grave silence

""you are aware that in the place we are going there is more, you know…. people, as if to put it nicely, harmed by life more than others? I'm not saying that they are worse, or emotionally unstable, but be ready to change the ways of perceiving people and expect to collide with a wall, you are the youngest person to join our group, I am not saying there will be pressure on you, but there will be people who will not like it, remember that I am with you if you need me... well and now formal matters, creepypastas are divided into three ranks, proxi, the highest ranks, we perform more important tasks and manage easier missions, half proxi, are in the middle, perform more important tasks but manage none, at the very bottom there are ordinary pastas, they perform the tasks assigned to them, this is the rank you will get… if the boss agrees, of course"

there was an awkward silence between the two of you

"the problem is that my boss may not agree to you joining… I know, I know, i should have told you about it right away and please don't ask what will happen if he doesn't agree"

oh shit.mp4

"oh, we're already here"

In front of you was a large mansion, a very fancy mansion, you felt a strange sensation, as if someone was entering your head. Toby walked to the door and with a friendly wave of his hand, invited you inside... its even more fancy inside, literal deffinition of classical luxury mansion

"Oh masky!"

"... No no no, how? how did you get him to join us!?"

"Masky has a problem again"

"with?"

"toby"

"I'm gonna see what is it about this time?"

"Hey guys, what went wrong this time?..... is that a teen?" said the legend himself

"jeff the killer?" you asked

"yep, that's me" jeff said proudly

Jeff then shook my hand

"wow, you would really convince a child to become one of us, I guess you have my respect, and you, what's your name?"

"victor"

"no alias?"

"I haven't thought about it yet"

Jeff snapped his fingers

"V? something from the name but not being the name, unlike more than half of the pastes that simply used the name and an additional adjective, I was the first so I could"

"i'll think about it"

"Thank you for considering my proposal"

"Jeff, what was it all about? It takes you a long time to "check" what's going on" teen? or not tall adult joined conversation, he wore... pretty much 1:1 link cosplay "New pasta? and it's teen! Do you have any gamesens?"

" I guess?"

"oh god in heaven thank you for a person who is a creepypasta and isn't old... oh and im ben"

he then left laughing with joy

"typical ben" said jeff " he will won't leave you alone, it's pretty late you know"

"I was going to introduce him to slender" said toby "and get him key to his room"

"good luck" jeff said and went his way

"this will not go well" said masky

"dont stress about it"

you two went up the stairs (masky went to his room).you stood in front of a large wooden door, needless to say it was pretty, Toby entered and you went after him, there he was... slenderman, you knew him

"hey boss" toby said and bowed

"hello" you said and bowed

"soo boss... i wanted to"

"yes he can join us, i can read minds toby"

"oh... that's all?"

"yes, Victor, your offical introduction with presence of other proxy's will be tomorrow, i hope toby will help you prepare to that, right?"

"of course sir"

"now just go to your room and sleep well"

you just stood there awkwardly, and then you left with toby

"that was fast" you said

"yeah, it was, i will show you where is your room and then leave you alone to allow you to get used to your new surroundings"

"ok"

with this words your first day in slender man mansion ended

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new day, new you, you woke up at 6 am, you may have woken up in a new place but your sleeping habits remain the same, you got up and did your daily routine (each room had a bathroom)

"Should I leave?" you thought "well, only a handful of pasties recognize me, others will probably think I'm a burglar and kill me on the spot. Fuck it, I'm leaving"

you left your room and you decided to wander around the mansion, your main goal was to find someone you knew and stick with them for your safety, you had your gun of course

"hmm?"

you stopped reading the book

"Whose steps were those, they seem light, Ben sleeps until breakfast so it can't be him, Hey, he gets up early but his steps are heavy, maybe someone broke in? this needs to be checked"

you wanted to walk down the stairs when strong arm hooked you by neck, you also felt knife at your throat

"be quiet and maybe we'll reach an agreement" a femine voice spoke

you remained silent and the person speaking threw you into some dark room. Due to the force of the throw, you fell to the floor, in entrance of the room stood woman she had black wavy shoulder-length hair, a black sweater and black and white buggy pants. The detail that made her stand out was her white mask

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Sorry for all grammar errors

[kingofjohto]

Pairing: mostly platonic friendship moment between the reader and Eddie, Robin, and Steve but the main romantic part is Will Byers X M!reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: You confide in your friend Eddie Munson about your feelings towards Will Byers, and he enlists the help of his friends Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley and they help you ask Will out.

A/N: this takes place after season 4 but hypothetically speaking everyone survives and Jopper is real because I said so! Also I’m too lazy to fix the spacing rn sorry ❤️❤️

So It’s A Date?

As the Campaign had just ended, and everyone was starting to leave, you felt that same feeling gnawing at the back of your mind.

“See ya Eddie, see ya Y/n” your friend Dustin called out as he and Mike Wheeler walked out of the basement.

You were getting your things together, but you couldn’t hide your true emotions from your best friend Eddie Munson.

“Is something wrong young one?” He asked in his usual goofy tone.

You let out a sigh, and then a groan.

“I need help Eddie!” You said dropping your bag and dropping yourself back onto the table.

“Woah, what’s going on with you?” He said, a bit surprised at your over the top response.

“Well, we’ve been friends for a while now, haven’t we?” You say, trying to ease into the topic.

“Woah, Y/n you didn’t kill anyone did you?” Eddie joked.

You tried to force out a laugh but all that came out was a little exhale with an awkward smile.

“Oh this must be serious, you usually love my lighthearted murder jokes.” Eddie said with a slight frown.

“It’s just… well… ya know. I’m not exactly… normal. Like most guys… I don’t really..” you murmured.

“Alright let’s not dance around it. You’re saying you’re into guys? While I’m flattered, I think you’re a bit too young for m-“

You quickly silenced him.

“No Eddie, I'm not into you!” You laughed.

“Well? Who is it? Is it Henderson? Or maybe Wheeler? It couldn’t be that no show Sinclair, or is it?” Eddie asked.

You shot him a look that he could only describe as repulsed.

“Of course not. All 4 of you are like the brothers that I never really wanted.” You said jokingly.

“Soo… then it must be… well it can only be Byers.” He said

You froze up for a moment, but sighed as you sank your head into your hand.

“Yup. Right in the money.” You sighed.

“What do you need help with there?” Eddie asked.

“It’s just… I really like him. I always have. I just don’t know what to do. I can't really tell if he even likes guys, but if he did I’m sure he’d like Mike more than me.” You said as you sank further into yourself.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that my friend. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” Eddie said encouragingly.

“But have you seen the way he looks at Mike!” You groaned.

Eddie paused for a moment, before you felt him shake your shoulder with a firm grip.

“Listen my friend, I’ve seen the way he looks at Mike. And I’ve seen the way he looks at you. When he looks at Mike, I see an abandoned puppy looking at an owner who couldn’t care less about it. However, when he looks at you?! It’s completely different. Instead of a feeling of fear I get hope. You should go for it kid.” He affirmed.

“How?” You asked.

“Well, Y/n, you know I’m not really that good with romance. However, I do know a certain someone who’s really good at that kind of thing.” He said.

You both quickly packed up your things and both got into Eddie’s car and drove off. You soon pulled up to the local Family Video.

“What are we doing here?” You asked as he pulled up.

“Getting help from the two people who could probably help you more than I can.” He said.

As the two of you walked in, you noticed faces you hadn’t seen in a while.

“Oh! Munson and l/n, what are you two doing here?” Steve asked, seemingly happy to finally see some familiar faces.

“Whatever it is, make it quick, we get off in 5.” Robin added.

You quickly looked to Eddie who then looked to you.

“Do you want to say it or should I?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t think I can say it again.” You sighed.

“Alright then, I will.” Eddie said.

“4 minutes, hurry up with it.” Robin reminded.

“Alright so basically-“

“I have a crush on Will Byers and I need help asking him out.” You blurted out.

Everyone was a bit surprised, but Robin was the first to break the silence.

“Oh wow… that’s…” she muttered.

“A lot.” Steve finished.

“So can you help or not?” Eddie asked.

Steve and Robin looked at each other, then to the clock.

“We get off in 2 minutes.” Robin said.

“Get ready, I’m gonna give you the Harrington Special.” Steve said.

“So? How do I look?” You asked.

The three looked at you as Steve finished working with your hair.

“I gotta say Y/n… it’s definitely a look.” Eddie said.

“Yeah well… I’m sure it’ll work.” Steve said.

“If it does he’ll beat your 0-16 record.” Robin laughed.

“Alright, let’s go.” Eddie said.

“Go where?” You ask.

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re going to the Byers place.” Eddie said.

“Wha-?”

Before you could even say anything you were already pulling up on the Byers new household that they moved into.

“Eddie are you sure about this?” You asked as he pulled to a stop.

“Listen kid, you’ll do great.” Eddie said.

“But what if-“

Steve quickly poked his head out from the back seat.

“Remember l/n. No ‘what if’s.’ Just go for it.” Steve said.

“Don't steal advice that I’ve told you before Harrington.” Robin said from the back seat.

“Right. I’m going for it.” You said.

You quickly got out of the car and walked up to the door. You looked back at your three friends staring intently, they all gave you a thumbs up so you made your move. Your finger pressed lightly on the doorbell, and thankfully Will answered.

“Oh, hey Y/n! What’s up?” He asked.

“Well…” you froze up a bit, “there’s something I want to ask you.”

“Wait. Actually, can I ask you something first? I’ve… kinda been meaning to ask you.” Will said.

“Huh? Yeah of course.” You said.

“I um… I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the movies with me? I know you like Comedy, and the reviews for this movie called Crocodile Dundee seem really good.” Will said.

“Oh, I’d love to!” You said.

“Um… also, I was wondering if we could maybe consider it… well…” before Will could finish a voice called from the car.

“Did you ask him out yet?!” Eddie yelled.

You felt your face heat up and you became flustered. Will on the other hand, started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, feeling a bit defeated.

“I was wondering why you were dressed up like that.” Will said, “that and… well… I was kinda just asking Johnathan how I could ask you out.” He laughed.

You looked over and sure enough, both Johnathan, Eleven, Hopper and Joyce were pressed up against their front window.

“So, do you think you’d be free tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yeah, I am. Do you wanna maybe go to the arcade before?” You asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, I’d really like that.” He said.

“Well… looks like it’s a date.” You said.

“Yeah.” Will said.

You both looked at each other awkwardly. The moment you were both worrying about all day, all week even, just came to fruition so easily.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You said, still not believing what just happened.

“Right, see you then. For our date.” Will said, also in disbelief.

You walked back to Eddie’s car and he walked back inside his house.

“So?” Eddie asked.

“We’ve got a date. Tomorrow.” You said.

“YES, see Robin, I told you I could still work magic.” Steve said.

“And yet you still have yet to pick up a single girl in the last two months.” Robin laughed.

Everyone in the car laughed as Eddie drove back to the Family Video to drop off Robin and Steve at their car. As Eddie pulled up to your house you just had to ask him something.

“Eddie, why did you yell that.” You asked.

He froze up for a moment.

“Well, there was a point in time when I had someone I cared about that much. I finally built up the courage to ask him out, but I backed out last minute. I’ve regretted it since.” Eddie said, a bit of sadness in his tone.

“Thank you for that. I mean it.” You said.

You got out of his car and waved as he pulled out. Now all you had to worry about was what you were going to wear tomorrow.

Part Two:

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[thenerdnextdoorxo]

RESCUE

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summery: You, a 14 year old, lived in a toxic household. You looked for any way to get you out of that place, and you finally did.

You were setting at the backseat of your parents car. You were shaking like a leaf.

Your parents are toxic to no end, they have taken every right they can take from you without people noticing, like they allowed you to go to school, but they never allowed you to get any toys when you where younger, and the list of rights that were taken from you keeps going.

Today, wasn't any different. Today is the road trip day. You have a calendar at your home for road trips or vacation so that, to your neighborhood, you were a perfect normal family, but you were way far from it.

While you were packing up for the road trip, you went to get your bag into the back of the car, and your mom went behind you about to yell at you for apparently 'packing your thing in the wrong way' but she stopped mid way as soon as she saw your neighbor, Wanda Maximoff, she immediately changed her demeanor to motherly and happy.

"Good morning Ms. Maximoff!" Your mom said, raising her arm to wave at Wanda. "Hey Ms. L/N! how are you doing?" Wanda said cheerily, she was watering the plants.

"I'm doing great! We are going to a road trip since we all are free today!" Your mom said cheerily. "That sounds great! have fun!" said Wanda.

As soon as Wanda hid behind a tree, your mom turned back to you. "What the hell are you doing?? are you that useless?? you don't even know how to pack? give me that!" she said snatching the bag from you.

Unbeknownst to your mom Wanda heard her yelling, and she turned to look at your side to see what's going on. You couldn't take living with them anymore, so you looked at Wanda and mouthed the word 'help' to her.

Wanda's heart sunk. She knew she had to do something about it.

"Hey, Ms. L/N! can I get Y/N to help me here for a bit? I could really use some help!" Wanda said. "Yeah! of course!" Your mom said cursing a bit under her breath.

You walked hesitantly to the other side of the street all the way to Wanda's front yard. "Are you okay? What's going on?" she said holding you from your shoulders.

"I-" you didn't know what to say, you were living with your parents your entire life, it's so difficult to get yourself to admit that they are abusive, your brain has already convinced you that you were making things up or being dramatic.

"It's okay you can tell me, she's not going to hear you." she said comfortingly.

The moment you heard her say those words, you broke down. You started telling her while crying and sobbing, stumbling over the words. She immediately took you into her arms, shushing you, trying to calm you down.

"It's okay, it's gonna be okay, just get inside with me, and we'll figure things out." she said, gently pulling you inside from your arms.

When you got inside her house, you saw that her husband and her kids where setting in the living room, looking at Wanda confused as to why she was rushing inside the house.

"Vision, I need to talk to you for a minute, Y/N, you can sit in the couch with the kids." she said, pulling vision off the couch and straight to one of the rooms near the living room.

You awkwardly walked to the couch and sat down. You and the twins quietly glanced at each other, waiting for the two adults to finish their speech.

After a few minutes, Vision walked out of the room and quickly locked the front door and then you saw Wanda walk to you.

"Y/N, we have called child services, for now you are going to stay here until they arrive, Vision locked the door so your parents don't come in here." she said softly. You were scared and that was visible on your face.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay, you don't have to be scared, we'll protect you." She said pulling you to her side.

As if on cue, there was someone knocking on the door. "Ms. Maximoff, do you still have my child? We are about to leave." Your mom said knocking lightly on the door.

You looked at Wanda to see that she acted as if she hasn't heard her. Wanda was always suspicious of the way you sometimes screamed or heard you crying out side while she was throwing the trash out, and her husband did too.

You stayed still but you couldn't help but cling to Wanda's side for protection. She felt that and wrapped her arms around you. You stayed like that until the child services got there and started investigating.

Before you knew it, they were caught. The best thing that Wanda did to help you, is to get all the security camera footages to use as a clue.

As you got out of the house after they were caught and you were asked about your situation with the family, you couldn't help but think about where will you be living.

As if Wanda read her mind, she walked to you and told you that you could stay with her and her husband.

"Really?" You said, your eyes sparkling from happiness. "Yeah, we can't let you go to those horrible orphanages, and besides, my children would love to have another sibling to play with them."

Looking up at Wanda, you realized that things are finally looking great, you couldn't believe how your life is finally going to be okay.

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[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites: The Misadventures of The Solars Episode #1: The Unwanted Personification of The Solars

The episode starts on Earth, an unknown mask being appears with a familiar outfit while wearing a hood with a bow on it with a bunch of viles in her hands.

???: Hello GeenaDavisville, I know about Jesse and her family. Prepare to be just like them!

We then cut to Korvo and Terry having sex

Korvo: Oh Terry! *moans* I love it when you bang me like that! *moans* Keep fucking me up!

Terry: *moans* Fuck! You feel good, baby!

Korvo: Treat me like a nectar! Call me a slutty mogul!

Terry: Ooooh! *moans* Yes, that gets me so fucking hot!

The two husbands cum as they moan

Korvo: *screaming in ecstasy* TERRY!

Terry: KORVY! OOOOOH!

The two alien husbands embrace in kiss as they moan lovingly.

Korvo: Fuck...things have been better since we got married...

Terry: I know… we had everything we ever wanted… our four kids… our nanny… our human neighbors and human frenemies… our house… AISHA… we had everything we ever wanted… a peaceful happy life…

Korvo nods.

Korvo: I know… I love you Terry-bear…

Terry: Love you too...

The two husbands kiss as they snuggle with each other. Back with the mysterious figure, she presses the button and colorful electronic mist spreads across some of the humans, while most of them are safe, some of them aren’t. The mysterious figure laughs evilly as thunder and lightning clashes. The next morning, Principal Cooke unlocks the keys while carrying stuff and heads inside his office. But then, suddenly notices red Shlorpian skin blotches in his hands.

Principal Cooke: What the?

The scene then cuts to Miss Frankie, taking a test for her car but then notices blue-green Shlorpian blotches in her hands that caused her to scream in horror. The scene then cuts to the Replicants and Sonya getting excited because of the Sprinkle Museum.

Sonya: Wow! The Sprinkle Museum is open! I can’t wait for the cute sprinkles artwork!

Jesse: I know right?!

Yumyulack: I can’t wait! I’m gonna take a pic of sprinkle from every celebrity on Earth!

Jesse: I hope they finally have the ones from Katy Perry! She is very amazing!

Sonya: I'm with you on that one!

Yumyulack: I’m betting they have the one from Brad Pitt! His sprinkles are really action-packed!

Sonya: Hopefully they also have some from Ariana Grande!

Korvo: No one is going anywhere until we have your pussy cleaned off. It’s attracting those space spiders again!

Jesse: Aw, do we have to?

Yumyulack: Aw just let me be stanky! My mound! My choice!

Sonya: Come on, Yumyulack.

Korvo: Now now now. I know it’s a bit painful, but I keep some slipping on that stuff. And this little sprout of mine deserves a clean ass.

Yumyulack smiles

Yumyulack: Korv...

Phoebe MacCarthy: Hold your horses, *gets out a back* I’m gonna help use this bag to grab all the droppings before it spread on the floor.

Korvo: Thanks Phoebe.

Phoebe MacCarthy: You’re welcome, because I ain’t want to have to clean up y’all’s pussy. This is the only solution I got.

Jesse laughs

Korvo: Okay, Phoebe hold this bag while I abstract all the droplets we get.

Phoebe MacCarthy: Got it!

Korvo presses the button on the mound expressor and it starts abstracting the mound on Yumyulack’s ass.

Yumyulack: *laughs* It tickles!

Korvo: *sing-songy* Doo do doo doo! *normal voice* Get it all Phoebe. We can have it our own mold and make gummy bears!

Suddenly… a human’s offscreen body appears with Terry’s clothes.

Terry: *offscreen* Oh! We getting our mounds abstracted?! Me next! Me next!

Korvo: Alright Terry, you can be next! Just drop your pants and and let’s see- *exclaims in shock*

Yumyulack: *gasp*

Jesse: Jesus Jessica Parker!

Sonya: *screams*

Terry: *offscreen* What?!

Korvo: Terry! You have a human penis! *scene cuts to Terry, now a human* And you’re human!

Human Terry: Huh? What are you talking about?

Human Terry looks at a mirror and gasp.

Human Terry: I’m… I’m a human a-and I got a slight above average human penis!

The family screams in horror at the sight Terry’s human penis. The scene then cuts to a board meeting where the board are waiting for Cooke.

Board Leader: Where the fuck is Principal Cooke?!

Board Member: We don't know, sir.

Then, Cooke comes as the board members gasp in horror and disgust. Cooke now has a red Shlorpian skin body.

Principal Cooke: I am so sorry I'm late. I-

Board Council: What the fuck happened to you?!

Principal Cooke: I don't know but-

Miss Frankie and Ms. Perez came in with Shlorpian skins of their own. Ms. Perez has orange Shlorpian skin and Miss Frankie has blue-green Shlorpian skin.

Miss Frankie: Honey?!

Principal Cooke: *gasp in horror* Oh my gosh, baby! What happen?!

Miss Frankie: I don't know! I just woke up like this!

Principal Cooke: What?! Ugh! *to the board members* We’re so sorry council, but we believe this has something to do with our alien students and their dads!

Board Leader: You mean the fact to tell us that you’ve been banned from school grounds starting with today?!

Principal Cooke: Pretty much...

Board Council: Good! Because… YOU! THREE! ARE! FIRED!

Principal Cooke, Miss Frankie, and Ms. Perez: WHAT?!

Board Member: I don’t what crazy bullshit this is but you three have gotten worse more than ever! You three are nothing but monsters!

Ms. Perez gasps and tears up. The three teachers look around and sees everyone backing away at them. The scene then cuts to a teacher throwing the three teachers out.

Teacher: GET OUT OF HERE!

Miss Frankie growls and punches the ground in anger

Miss Frankie: This can’t be happening!

Ms. Perez: We gotta talk to Korvo!

Principal Cooke: That does it! We’re going over there and giving those fucking aliens a piece of our minds!

We then cut to the Solars' house. The scene cuts back to Human Terry touching his ears.

Human Terry: Wow. You gotta touch these ears! I can’t believe it got a penis and a nose and a dick and head full of hair and a shlong!

Korvo blushes

Jesse: Jeepers! I can’t believe you are actually human! This is cool!

Sonya: Do you have a butthole?

Human Terry: I don’t know you tell me!

Human Terry bends over

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Whoa! He’s got a butthole! He’s got a butthole!

Korvo gets flustered

Human Terry: Oh what kind of stuff should I put it in it! Give me that gunquin!

Korvo: Uh uh uh! *grabs the gunquin out of Yumyulack’s hand* Nobody is putting anything in Terry’s butthole, except me. Until we can find a way to zap it.

Phoebe MacCarthy: Terry, how did this happen?!

Human Terry: *to Korvo* Oh come on! You never let me put anything in anything!

Korvo: We have to figure out how this happened.

Korvo scans Human Terry’s body.

Korvo: Damn it! It’s just as I feared! Terry’s body transformation is a natural Shlorpian reaction for being on the planet too long without the Pupa terraforming it.

Phoebe MacCarthy: That doesn't sound so bad.

Korvo snaps

Korvo: Yes it does! It means he’s turning into a different form!

Human Terry: Wait? Am I a daywalker?!

Korvo: No human!

Jesse: Can't he just turn back?

Sonya: How come it happened to Terry first?

Korvo: Because, he’s too weak minded and has succumb to the human culture long before you two did.

Human Terry gasps and tears up at being called weak-minded

Korvo: Oh no I didn’t mean it I- *groans in frustration*

Human Terry runs off in tears

Korvo: *groans in frustration*

Yumyulack: Will me and Jesse turn human too?!

Korvo: Yes but not at this moment.

Korvo runs upstairs to go comfort Terry. Korvo enters the bedroom.

Korvo: Terry?

Human Terry: *sniffles remorsefully for upsetting his husband*

Korvo: I'm sorry I called you weak-minded.

Human Terry: *sniffles* I’m sorry I upset you.

Korvo: Oh Terry...

Korvo hugs Human Terry

Human Terry: *sniffles* I just feel awful because I angered my hubby.

Korvo has an idea and seduces Terry

Korvo: *seductively* I think this form has got me feeling horny.

Human Terry: But you said you'd never have sex with a human...

Korvo: Not as long as it is this handsome-

Suddenly, Miss Frankie furiously kicked down the door with Cooke and Ms. Perez entering the room as Miss Frankie furiously grabs Korvo.

Miss Frankie: YOU SACK OF SHIT!

Korvo: *screams*

Miss Frankie: YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME YOU SCI-FI BITCH CUNT!

Human Terry: HEY! GET OFF HIM!

Miss Frankie: LOOK AT ME!

Principal Cooke: *gives Miss Frankie a successful cooldown hug* Hey hey easy honey. Just calm down.

Miss Frankie: I AM CALM!

Ms. Perez: Okay. Everyone calm down. Korvo, did you or did you not really try to turn us into aliens like you and your family?

Korvo: What?! No I didn't

Miss Frankie, Principal Cooke and Ms. Perez: Huh?

Korvo: Why would you think I did it?! Because I'm an alien?! IS THAT IT?! *starts crying* YOU DON'T KNOW ME! *cries into Human Terry's chest*

Ms. Perez: *to Miss Frankie* Nice going

Miss Frankie gasps as she realizes she went too far

Miss Frankie: *in a nervous regret* Ooooh… shit.

Human Terry stares angrily at Miss Frankie

Phoebe MacCarthy: *grabs Miss Frankie from the shoulder* What the fuck did you do this time?!

Miss Frankie: I didn't mean to make him cry! I-

Phoebe furiously pins Miss Frankie to the wall.

Phoebe MacCarthy: You better explain what is happening right now! Or else!

Miss Frankie: *gulps* Okay! I think we’re turning into aliens!

Phoebe gasps and releases her hold.

Phoebe: What? *skin suddenly turns a teal Shlorpian skin and gasp* Oh my God… well that’s not Korvo for sure. Korvo, we have to get to the ship!

Korvo pulls himself together and dries his tears.

Korvo: Okay...

The scene cuts to the ship where AISHA scans Miss Frankie, Phoebe, Principal Cooke and Ms. Perez.

AISHA: Holy shit.

Ms. Perez: What is it?!

AISHA: Look like someone must’ve created some kind of DNA from Korvo, Terry, Yumyulack and Jesse’s blood and DNA samples and must’ve created some kind of virus that turns another organism into a Shlorpian.

Principal Cooke faints

Miss Frankie: So wait? It wasn’t the Solars, then who did?!

AISHA: Don’t know.

Korvo: I’m afraid there is impossible to make the cure. It’s like when you make panna cada the cream has to set.

Yumyulack: Uh why did you compare to the book of Boba Fett?

Korvo: *shrugs* Don’t know. I thought it would be interesting. But don’t worry, the kids and I know the perfect place we can go while you guys stay here. Las Vegas. That’s where we can find the perfect help.

Miss Frankie: Why Las Vegas?

Human Terry: Baby, I like the way you think!

Korvo: D’aw *kisses Human Terry on the lips* It had the right shipment that could help us. Replicants, Sonya, you’re with me. Terry keep on an eye on Pupa with Phoebe. We’ll be back soon.

Human Terry: Got it!

Korvo: Come on kids! I have the perfect vehicle to help us!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: You do?

The scene cuts to Korvo and the kids digging out Hammerhead 2 and washed it and shine it. Now it is ready.

Korvo: Behold, Hammerhead 2!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Whoa!

Jesse: Wait? Should we add upgrades to it to make it more cooler?

Korvo: Uh, yeah!

Yumyulack: I don’t see why not. Right Sonya?

Sonya: Mm hmm.

Later, Hammerhead 2 gets an upgrade, including the ability to fly.

Korvo: This is perfect!

Jesse: Alright! Yay!

Pupa: Bye bye.

Everyone gets on

Sonya: Bye Pupa! Be good for Terry and Phoebe!

Pupa: Korvo!

Korvo: Hammerhead 2! Set course to Nevada!

Hammerhead 2: Setting course to Las Vegas, dude.

Korvo: Thanks for the reminder.

The Hammerhead flies off as the kids whoop. Then, suddenly the Pupa starts straining.

Pupa: *grunting as he suddenly starts glowing and then starts screaming*

The glow fade as Pupa suddenly become… a human girl? Human Pupa gigges as Human Terry comes outside.

Human Terry: Okay Pupa, I got pink lemonade Hi-C for you and- *gasp as he drops the snack tray* and what did they did to you?!

Human Pupa: Human!

16 days later… Korvo and the kids arrived in Spain.

Korvo: Damn that was a rough week. But at least it worth it to see SeaWorld.

Sonya: I know...

Yumyulack: Ugh! I still can’t believe it got a stupid starfish on my head! *takes the starfish off of his head*

Korvo: Now look for any signs of something noticeable or Terry because he has been here before.

Jesse then sees something on a woman.

Jesse: Hey look! That lady is wearing one of Terry’s shirts.

Korvo and the kids head over to the woman, who is drinking some kind of beverage in a red cup.

Jesse: Excuse me lady, did you meet Terry?

Woman: This sweet ass alien dude gave me this shirt after teaching me how to do swing islander.

Korvo: Did you fuck him?!

Woman: I would have, but he told me he is already married to this sweet guy named Crumbo.

Korvo blushes because he knows Terry calls him that because of his love for crumbs.

Woman: I don't know who Crumbo is but I'd bang him if he's hot...

Korvo: Oh that’s me. Because I love crumbs and it’s actually Korvo.

Woman: Ew. Nevermind. *leaves*

Korvo: *then realizes something* I actually know where Terry went to next. It must be Nevada where they had that neon light festival!

Yumyulack: Wow! I heard that sounded amazing!

Sonya: Yeah. I heard of these festivals. Really had a lot of wooden building burned down.

Korvo: We have to head there now!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Yay!

Korvo: Solar Opposites minus Terry, Pupa and Phoebe, roll out!

Korvo and the kids head back on Hammerhead 2.

Korvo: Hammerhead presume coarse to Nevada! Maximum speed!

Hammerhead 2: Ooh, bummer buddy. Destination to Nevada is… 16 days.

Korvo: Hmm. Better pick a faster route!

Then suddenly, Jesse starts glowing as she floats.

Jesse: On shoot! I’m doing the glow!

Jesse turns into a human.

Human Jesse: Guys! Guys! I’m a human! *looks down at her boobs* And I got boobs!

Yumyulack: Let me touch them! Uh I mean who cares? Humans are lame.

Korvo: Shit! I told you this would happen! We just have to get to Nevada on time! Don’t panic! Stay on course!

Human Jesse: Panic? *hops off of Hammerhead 2* Look at me! I’m young, hot and ready to sign up for a student loan!

Sonya: Wait, what?

Human Jesse: I want to do the uniquely human activities I always dream about. Like waiting in line at the DMV, paying taxis and having jury duty!

Korvo: Oh dear lord...

Sonya: Oooh! Count me in! *hops off of Hammerhead 2*

Yumyulack: Not you too!

Korvo: Oh relax I’m sure they’ll be fine. But Jesse, that’s what you always wanted?

Human Jesse: Aliens never get to do all the boring Monday human stuff. I gotta skeddale! *hops on a bull with Sonya* Too-da-loo!

Korvo: Well, looks like it's just you and me, huh?

Yumyulack: *sighs* I hope they’ll be okay.

Korvo: Don’t worry, your sisters will be fine. Anyways, I manage to find a faster route. Hang on Yumyulack, by my calculations, we’ll be here in in 8 days. Hammerhead 2, takeoff!

Hammerhead 2: Cowabunga Nevada! Here we come!

Hammerhead 2 blasts off. 10 Days later Hammerhead 2 made it to the post festival.

Korvo: God damn traffic! Well, at least we made it!

Yumyulack: *listening to Slipknot* I wonder how the girls and Terry are doing. See anything?

Korvo then spots a sleeping hangar that used to belong to the ship as he grins.

Korvo: Aha! Found it! It’s one of my old hangar!

Yumyulack: What's that do?

Korvo: It can help charge a ship up. *gets put chargers* Let’s use this to help gain more power of Hammerhead 2. Come on.

Korvo and Yumyulack head to the hangar, but then Yumyulack’s pants and shoes rip to reveal human legs.

Korvo: *gasp* Yumyulack, how long have you have that human leg meat?!

Yumyulack: Aw man! Just a few days, I didn’t say anything because I thought you cut them off!

Korvo: Y'know what? It's okay. We just need to-

Yumyulack screams as he glows brighter and then as the glow fade, Yumyulack has turn into a human.

Korvo: Fuck! I knew we gave you too many lunchables and X-Box LIVE.

Yumyulack: Holy shit I'm human! And I have...

Human Yumyulack then checks down inside his pants while counting.

Human Yumyulack: *gasp in joy* Several pubes!

Korvo: Great. Now what are we gonna do?

Human Yumyulack: Oh uh I um…

Korvo: *sighs while smiling* Go ahead. Run off to do human stuff you always wanted. I got this.

Human Yumyulack smiles and hugs Korvo

Human Yumyulack: Thanks old man. *spots an old time bike* Better borrow this bike real quick! *rides off as Korvo smiles while rolling his eyes in amusement*

Korvo: Now...time to head to Vegas.

3 hours later… Korvo made it to Vegas and went to a casino. He walks up to a security guard.

Korvo: Was there a guy name Terry? Yeh tall? Good looking?

Security Guard: Depends. Are you this Korvo he told me about?

Korvo: Uh yes? Why?

Security Guard: Come with me.

The scene cuts to an office where the Security Guard plays the footage of Terry at the Casino.

Terry: *on video* Where’s the fucking game room? I want to play Tobaccon Gwen, *kicks a child* bitch!

Korvo gasps

Korvo: *facepalms* Jesus honey, *to the guard* fast forward through this.

The footage fast forwards to Terry at a game of poker.

Korvo: *gasp* What the… these freaks look like they play card games for a living. What was Terry thinking?

Terry: *on footage; takes a deep breath* Easy mode. This is just like in the solo.

Then, Terry accidentally and drunkly makes a huge tragic mistake!

Terry: *on footage; drunkly* I call and raise you… *throws the ships keys* An actual spaceship!

Korvo gasps

Korvo: Oh no! My poor Terry! What have you done you poor drunk thing? How is this hand?!

Security Guard: He had five crestamoons and a hand of swords.

Korvo: What the hell does that mean?

Security Guard: I don’t fucking know. That sounds bad.

Korvo: Shit...

The video then shows Terry losing his bet to a woman, who laughs.

Terry: *on footage* Holy fuck… well at least no one will ever see this.

The Security Guard pauses the video as Korvo grows enraged by him.

Korvo: I want that ship back! Return it now or I will mercilessly lay waste to this entire casino!

Security Guard: Sorry sir. This vehicle is now the property of the Vegas Vegas Corporation. And you need to fucking leave… prim this guest!

Korvo: *gets grabbed by two security guards* What the hell? Stop it! Why are you shoving me into a cement mixer?!

The security guards shove Korvo into the mixer and pours cement in it. Then, one of the security guards throws Korvo, who is encase in a block of cement out of the casino as Korvo breaks free from the cement. Korvo growls as his eyes turn aquamarine.

Korvo: I CAN’T SEE! I CAN’T SEE! *then realizes he can see as his eyes turn back to normal* Okay now I can see. God damn it, I can’t believe my family isn’t here. I really hope they aren’t miserable.

Korvo cries. The scene then cuts to Stacy G, who suddenly now has magenta Shlorpian skin, who is making dinner, which is spaghetti and meatballs with Human Terry. Louise, who is covered with neon green skin and Trevor, who is covered in cobalt blue green looks at Human Terry in surprise.

Louise: Wait, so you’re turning into humans, while we’re turning into aliens?

Human Terry: Kinda.

Then, Human Terry hears a knock on the door. He opens it and reveals to be Human Jesse, Human Yumyulack and Sonya at the door with Cheery, who now has red-violet Shlorpian skin.

Human Jesse: *smiles* Hi daddy.

Human Terry gasp in joy and hugs his kids.

Human Terry: I'm so happy you guys are okay!

Human Yumyulack: Us too. Glad you recognize us Terry.

Stacy G: *offscreen* Babe, is that you?

Jesse looks at Stacy G and gasps

Human Jesse: Oh my goodness. Honey, you got infected too.

Stacy G: Yeah, we don't know what happened!

Louise: Us either. Also, Frankie is at your house. She doesn’t look well. *Miss Frankie starts moaning as she suddenly starts glowing in the same color as her Shlorpian skin* Is she… okay?

Miss Frankie: UGH! DO I LOOK OKAY?!

Human Jesse: Uh Miss Frankie…. YOU’RE DOING THE GLOW!

Miss Frankie: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Miss Frankie starts glowing as she freaks out. Then, she has turn into a Shlorpian as she screams.

Shlorpian Frankie: Oh great! Now I’m like you and your family now!

Human Yumyulack tries not to laugh

Human Jesse: Holy Jeepers, you look great as Shlorpian.

Shlorpian Frankie breaks down crying hysterically

Shlorpian Frankie: *cries hysterically* Oh my God! I’ve turn into a monster! *gets comforted by Human Jesse and Sonya*

Sonya: Hey, it's okay. You're not a monster.

Shlorpain Frankie sniffles as she wipes her tears.

Shlorpian Frankie: You-you mean it?

Human Jesse: Yeah. I think you still look pretty.

Shlorpian Frankie smiles.

Shlorpian Frankie: *wipes away her tears* Gee thanks.

Human Pupa hugs Shlorpian Frankie. Human Terry smiles

Louise: Yessh. You weren’t kidding about this. What should we do now? Do things we always wanted to do in case we want to have a new life later on?

Trevor: Huh? That’s a great idea.

Meanwhile with Korvo, he's still sobbing

Korvo: *looks at Hammerhead 2 crammed between cars* Fuck! Hammerhead isn’t made for car jamming! Hello can move these casino addicts cars?! Hello?! How?! How has it come to this?!

Korvo sobs harder. Suddenly, a nose appears on his face.

Korvo: A nose?! No! No no no!

Korvo suddenly grows ears.

Korvo: Ears?! Shit! I don’t want to be a fucking human! *glows brighter* NNOOOOOOOOOOO!

The screen cuts to black. Four months and 1/2 later… Stacy G, now a magenta Replicant wakes up while rubbing her eyes and getting ready for school. Suddenly, she hears her mother, now a neon green Shlorpian panicking on the phone from school.

Shlorpian Louise: Expelled?! Are you nuts?! My daughter needs this education!

Replicant Stacy G gasps

Shlorpian Louise: Well my daughter is very smart girl! You dare call my special little lady a freak one more time, so help me- *call ends as Louise sighs*

Replicant Stacy G: Mom?

Shlropian Louise: *hugs her daughter* Don’t worry honey, your girlfriend’s dads will find a way to help us. I promise, we’ll get out of here with Trevor and start a new life far away from those humans who hate us now.

Replicant Stacy G: Okay

The mother and daughter hug. The scene then cuts to a now Peaches n Cream Shlorpian Janice getting fired from the Rake Company as she screams upon getting thrown out.

Rake Company Boss: AND STAY OUT!

Shlorpian Janice: H’no I don’t wanna be a burden y’know.

The scene then cuts to Phoebe, now a teal Shlorpian, getting groceries until a mean customer insults her.

Customer: GET LOST, FREAK!

Shlorpian Phoebe: Excuse me?! What did you say? Punk?!

Customer: Jesus you extraterrestrial bumpkin! Go back to Uranus!

Shlorpian Phoebe growls

Shlorpian Phoebe: I’m sorry. *furiously walks up to the customer* THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, JACKASS?!

Customer: I said go back to Uranus!

Shlorpian Phoebe screams in fury and gets into a fight with the customer. Then, a few seconds later, Shlorpian Phoebe throws the customer out of the marker.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Asshole!

The scene the cuts to Randall, now a white Shlorpian opening his empanada stand until people got freaked out by his new form.

Hannah: Aw dude, you look hideous!

Shlorpian Randall: What? No I'm not. I'm fine.

Rick: Aw dude! You look a freak! Just like the Solar Opposites!

Randall gasps

Shlorpian Randall: Hey! Those are my friends, you jerks! Leave them out of this! They helped change me and my life for the better after Halloween!

Wallace: Well no way jośe! No more empanada from an alien!

Customers: *booing as they throw empanadas at Shlorpian Randall*

Shlorpian Randall leaves while sobbing. Meanwhile, Principal Cooke, now a red Shlorpian, is at a bar, drowning his sorrows in drinks while getting drunk as the customers stare at him.

Shlorpian Cooke: *drunkly* What are you looking at?

Bartender: *nervously* Uh, nothing, sir. It's just that you're a-

Shlorpian Cooke: *drinking a margarita* I’m fine you shitbags! You don’t know my life you bitches!

Bartender: Very well.

Bar Customer: *whispering to his friend which Shlorpian Cooke overhears* Geez, what a red loser.

Shlorpian Cooke: WHO SAID THAT?!

The bar falls silent as Shlorpian Cooke smashes a glass bottle.

Shlorpian Cooke: YOU FUCKERS WANT A FUCKING PIECE OF ME?!

Bartender: Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to-

Shlorpian Cooke throws a bottle at the bartender who helps as he ducks as the bottle shatters. Then, the customers starts to pummel on Shlorpian Cooke who punches and kicks them which led to a bar fight. The scene cuts to Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse and Sonya walking until they heard the bar fight. The three siblings open the door and gasp upon seeing Shlorpian Cooke fighting some bar customers.

Human Yumyulack: Holy shit!

Human Jesse: Aw jeez! Principal Cooke had started a bar fight!

Sonya: PRINCIPAL COOKE! COME HERE NOW!

The human Replicants and Sonya grabs Shlorpian Cooke while dodging some fighting bar customers as they ran out of the door while Human Jesse yanks Shlorpian Cooke on the ear.

Shlorpian Cooke: Ow ow ow ow ow!

Human Jesse: You are coming with us!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Frankie meeting up with Shlorpian Randall and a now Shlorpian Jamie and Darcy and Kevin.

Shlorpian Frankie: Sorry I was late. I had a court day.

Shlorpian Darcy: Court day? What happened?

Shlorpian Randall: Oh no worries! I saw her getting arrested for calling the judge a bitch, a big-ass bitch and nothing but a bitch!

Shlorpian Frankie: She couldn’t hand the fact that she literally sucks! Fat! Shit! Now I gotta wear this everywhere! *shows them a tracking device* Plus, I’m in a boat load of debts because people have been using my social security number to take out loans!

Shlorpian Randall: Things haven’t been going well for either. Everyone ignores me now that I’m an alien. At least when I was human, I was being notice.

Shlorpian Darcy: *sigh* Man, this being alien stuff is the pits!

Shlorpian Jamie: I know what you mean. I try to change my name into something else to stand out. But there’s already someone with the nickname! So now everyone calls me J.J!

Shlorpian Darcy: I don't think it's bad.

Shlorpian Kevin: *coming by* Holy geez, is that Cooke?

The Shlorpians then sees Shlorpian Cooke getting carried by Human Yumyulack and Human Jesse while being injuries and beaten up while Sonya walks with them.

Shlorpian Cooke: *weakly* Hey. Guys. It’s great to see you.

Shlorpian Frankie: Oh my God. Honey, what happened to you?!

Shlorpian Cooke: What do you mean? I’ve been thriving. *coughs up vomit* Oooh, the wound’s open again, but in other case, everything’s all good. So yeah.

Shlorpian Frankie: Honey…

Human Jesse: Right...

Shlorpian Cooke: Okay fine! The last few four months have been hell! Everyone hates us now! We can’t live here anymore!

Shlorpian Louise: Aw man. Cooke is right guys.

Human Yumyulack: We don't even know how you guys became Shlorpians in the first place!

Shlorpian Kevin: Ugh! Not anymore! We’re not safe here!

Human Jesse: We'll take you to Korvo. He can help.

Shlorpian Cooke: We know how. It’s because that crazy woman was brought back to life somehow and she stole your DNA samples.

Shlorpain Frankie: Then it’s settled! *throws her chair* We’re going to Korvo so he can help us!

Shlorpian Darcy: But isn’t Korvo pissed off at us?

Shlorpain Cooke: Are you kidding? He’s gonna gush his robe when he sees us!

Shlorpian Randall: Just imagine how desperate he has become to find a way to help us leave!

Replicant Stacy G: Poor Korvo. I hope he somehow held it together.

Then the scene cuts to the house.

Shlorpian Cooke: What the hell?! Where’s the ship?!

Human Yumyulack: I don't know! It was here when we left!

Human Jesse: Uh guys, what’s with all the dogs?

The gang comes in and sees dogs jumping on each other while Human Terry and Human Pupa are in pimp costumes counting money.

Shlorpian Frankie: *screaming as a dog takes of her device*

Shlorpian Phoebe: Oh for goodness sake’s.

Human Yumyulack: For Christ’s sake Terry!

Security Guard: Hey! No Humans and aliens allowed! I keep telling you! This is a brothel for dogs!

Human Terry: Oh! Hey, kids! You're home early.

The mound spider appears and starts sucking on the guard.

Shlorpian Cooke: We Can’t Stay On Earth Anymore! You gotta help us get out of here! We gotta leave this planet!

Human Terry: What? Why?

Shlorpian Frankie: Every human hates us now more than ever! We can’t live here on our home planet anymore!

Shlorpian Trevor: Please Terry! If you really love your family, do you know where Korvo is?!

Human Terry gasp in horror.

Human Terry: I know where he is...

Shlorpian Cooke: What where?!

Human Terry: I don’t know! He never came home last night!

Shlorpian Frankie: Then what happened?!

Human Terry: I don’t know! He said he was at some night club! Why would he go there?!

Shlorpian Darcy: Then that's where we're going!

A few minutes later, the gang and Shlorpians arrived at The Smokeshow House.

Human Terry: This is the place.

Human Jesse: Whoa! What is this place?

Waitress: The Smokeshow House. The ultimate night club for the grooviest sexiest boner people alive.

Shlorpian Jamie: I believe you are describing me.

Human Terry: What the hell’s Korvo doing at a place like this?

Human Jesse: Maybe he turn into human and he’s like a busboy or something.

Human Yumyulack: Maybe the cool people took shit on him for fun. I heard that happens to people. It never happened to me. *laughs nervously*

Shlorpian Frankie: But, do you even know what he looks like now if he really turned human?

Human Terry gasp in horror.

Human Terry: N-no…

Human Terry starts weeping as the kids comfort him.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Aw Terry, don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find him.

Human Jesse: Yeah. Once we find Korvo, we'll-

Suddenly, Human Terry notices a human with a familiar crystal on his shirt.

Human Terry: Why have I seen that crystal before?

Human Terry looks at the gorgeous human man, who glance him with an annoyed look and then, Human Terry finally recognize him.

Human Terry: Korvo! We found him!

Shlorpian Cooke: *drops a glass of champagne* Korvo?

Shlorpian Phoebe: He's turned into the most gorgeous human I've ever seen!

Human Yumyulack: Korvo! Korvo!

The human Solars and Shlorpians go up to Human Korvo.

Human Korvo: Uh, can I help you?

Human Terry: Korvo, listen! We can’t live on this Earth anymore. Our human friends are being hated by the whole town now! We got to leave Earth AS immediately if we ever want to help them start a new life!

Human Korvo: I'm sorry. I don't know who you are.

All: What?!

Human Jesse: But remember what you said? “Being Shlorpians is what we are!”

Human Korvo: I never said that.

Human Terry: Korv, c'mon. It's me, your husband.

Human Korvo: Ugh! Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?!

Human Yumyulack: Come on Korvo, you’re being a total jackass right now!

Human Korvo: Will you stop it?! I don't know who any of you shitheads are! Now leave me the fuck alone!

Man: Hey K, do you know these guys?

Human Korvo: They were just leaving!

Human Terry: No! We're not! *takes Korvo's arm* You are coming with us! Now!

Human Korvo squeals in horror and slaps Human Terry in the face. Human Terry gasps and tears up.

Shlorpain Frankie: Oh shit! Guys, group huddle.

The gang huddles.

Human Yumyulack: Okay guys, we have a big problem. Korvo has lost his marbles.

Human Jesse: I know. It's doesn't make any...*gasps in realization* Oh my gosh.

Human Terry: *rubbing his face from the painful slap* Wow. If I was that hot, I would not want to look back on my family. I lost the second love of my life to a stuffed crest pizza behind Pizza Hut.

Human Jesse: Guys, do you think Korvo might have amnesia?

Shlorpian Darcy: Huh? Maybe. I don’t know.

Human Terry growls in anger.

Human Yumyulack: Easy Terry. I think Jesse might be right. Korvo must’ve suffer amnesia when he was busy trying to find the person who did this to our friends.

Human Terry: FUCK!

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah. Maybe that’s how he couldn’t recognize you.

Shlorpian Jamie: But how do we get him back?

Human Terry starts breathing in and out as he sheds tears.

Shlorpian Jamie: But how do we get him back? *looks at Human Terry in concern*

Sonya: *skin suddenly turns robin’s eggs blue* You okay daddy?

Human Terry snaps and punches a wall in anger.

Human Terry: FUCK! *Human Korvo backs away slowly*

Human Korvo: You okay, pal?

Luckily, Shlorpian Frankie has an idea as she gets out a pea shooter and puts a dart in it. She aims at Human Korvo, who shrugs and went back to drinking his champagne, only to get hit by the dart and falls down unconscious. Human Terry looks down at Human Korvo while angrily breathing heavily with tears in his eyes.

Human Jesse: Terry! Easy! Calm down! It’s okay! Korvo is knocked out! Let’s get out of here!

Human Terry: Ugh! Fine!

Human Yumyulack: Terry? What’s wrong?

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah. I’m sure we can find a way to get your husband’s memory back once we find the ship!

Human Terry: But what if we can't?!

Shlorpian Phoebe puts a hand on Human Terry.

Shlorpian Phoebe: We'll figure something out. I promise.

Human Terry: But-

Shlorpian Phoebe: Of course we can. Look I know you love Earth, but now everyone hates us more than ever. We have to leave now. Please, if you really love Korvo, you must do the right thing. And that is leaving Earth. For good.

Human Terry: Okay. But I wanna go with Korvo...I love him.

Shlorpian Phoebe smiles.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Of course we will. *finds the ship on the tracker* Holy shit! It’s in Las Vegas! Come on!

A few hours later, the gang finds the ship turned into a blimp.

Human Yumyulack: Guys! The ship!

Human Terry picks up Human Korvo.

Human Terry: Hang on there Korvy…

The gang heads to the ship and luckily Phoebe kicks the door with her foot as the door opens.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Alright y’all! Let’s get the fuck out of here!

The gang heads into the ship. Then, Human Korvo wakes up while rubbing his head. Then, the gang hears the Vegas Corporation Security Guard yelling at them from outside.

Vegas Coperation Security Guard: Hey! You’re not allowed here!

Human Terry: Oh shit!

Human Korvo: Wh-what happened? What am I doing in Vegas? How did I get on the ship?!

Human Yumyulack: Hurry guys! We have to leave now!

Human Korvo: Leave? What do you mean?

Human Jesse: We have to get out of here! Everyone hates our friends and want them off of Earth!

Sonya: Us also!

Human Korvo: Then what are we waiting for?! We gotta get fucking moving!

Human Terry gasp as he shed tears of joy.

Human Terry: Korvy! You remember!

Human Korvo: What? Okay. Can someone please tell me what-

Human Terry: Long story! You turn into a gorgeous human, then lost your memories turn you into a jerk and you lost your marbles! Now let’s fly!

Human Korvo: Okay?

Human Terry: Oh! And I almost forgot!

Human Terry surprises Human Korvo by kissing him on the lips.

Human Korvo: *giggles as he turns back into his Shlorpian self*

Human Terry gasps in shock.

Human Terry: Whoa! How did you turn back!

Korvo looks around his body and gasps.

Korvo: Oh my God! I’m me again! I guess we have develop some kind of shape shifting ability.

Human Terry: Wait. Does that mean I can do it too?

Then, Terry, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa turn back into their normal selves.

Jesse: Yay! We’re Shlorpians again!

Yumyulack hugs the Pupa. But then, they heard a loud thump which made they scream little and made them realize they must leave now.

Korvo: Quick! Let’s get the fuck outta here!

Jesse: AISHA, get us off this planet! Hurry!

AISHA: On it!

AISHA activates the launch sequence as the ship flies into the space and the gang cheers.

Korvo: Yes! *to Terry* I love you, baby.

Korvo romatically twirls Terry around.

Terry: *whistles lovingly*

Korvo and Terry make out while moaning lovingly.

Yumyulack: I'm gonna throw up.

Shlorpian Randall: Isn't it romantic?

Suddenly, the gang hears grunting and it turns out be Shlorpian Janice along with Kevin and his family, Cheery, Naomi and Alice, who are now Shlorpians as they fall out as they scream and landed on the floor as they groan.

Terry: Cheery!

Shlorpian Cheery: Terry?

Korvo: Janice?

Janice: H'no, hello Korvo, y'know?

Shlorpian Kevin: Hey guys. Sorry I was late. I was picking up my family.

Shlorpian Naomi: Hey guys.

Jesse: Hey, Naomi!

Korvo: Naomi! You too?! *notices Shlorpian Alice* Wait, who’s that?

Shlorpian Alice: H-Hello. I'm Alice. A pleasure to meet you.

The Pupa recognizes Alice from “The Super Gooblers”

Pupa: Maid lady!

Korvo: Wait. Pupa, you know her?

Pupa shows him the video he made from the “Super Gooblers” episode.

Brandy: *on video* I want to be a better person…

Korvo smiles tearfully.

Korvo: *hugs Pupa* Bravo Pupa! I am so proud of you!

Pupa giggles.

Alice: Wait. You’re that strange creature Brandy has been talking to me about.

Pupa: Yep!

Suddenly, Korvo turns back into a human, much to his surprise and confusion.

Human Korvo: Huh?

Jesse: Holy jeez you turned back into a human Korvo. I thought you said this was permanent. *Human Korvo is looking at space in shock and confusion* Uh Korvo?

Terry: Korv? You okay?

Human Korvo: *groans in frustration* I don’t understand. I thought this transformation was permanent! How is this is even possible?!

Terry: *puts a hand on Human Korvo's shoulder* Hey. It's okay. Just calm down.

Jesse: Yeah. To be honest, you were right. Being human can sometimes be hard.

Yumyulack: No offense guys.

Shlorpian Cooke: Eh, none taken. Our lives as humans are pretty tough.

Shlorpian Frankie: None taken.

Human Korvo: I-I was? I don’t know what to say. I guess that’s true.

Terry: Yeah, well you’re like hot leader now. And hot leaders are the best.

Human Korvo blushes and smiles. Terry smiles and plays with Human Korvo's hair

Human Korvo: It’s true. I’m sorry for how I acted. I clearly had hot guy brain taken control of me. Now that we got off the planet, I’m so glad you came to rescue me.

Terry: Anytime. Now come here.

After Terry, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa shapeshift into their human forms, the family then gets in a group hug while their friends join in.

Human Korvo: So...so what happens now?

Shlorpian Frankie: Korvo, you sure we’ll find a way to turn us back?

Human Korvo grows determined.

Human Korvo: I will. Don't worry!

Then, he makes a plan.

Human Korvo: Now don’t you worry. We’ll find a way to turn you all back into humans. We’ll go live on Earth-4. It’ll be the perfect new home for us until we can turn you all back to normal.

Shlorpian Cooke: Sounds good to me!

After the Solars turn back into their normal Shlorpian selves, the family and their friends travel around the galaxy until they’ve finally found Earth-4. The gang landed on another house as they head outside but the Solars have shapeshifter into their human forms, much to their friends’ confusion.

Shlorpian Naomi: What are you doing?

Human Korvo: Oh I thought these forms might help us blend in better on Earth-4. It is getting dangerous y’know.

Human Terry: *laughs* Yep.

Then, an Earth-4 pedestrian passes by.

Earth-4 Pedestrian: Fuck you humans! Go back to where you came from!

Shlorpian Phoebe gets enraged and grabs the pedestrian.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Get. Lost.

Shlorpian Phoebe punch the pedestrian in the teeth and face as he drives him in fear.

Earth-4 Pedestrian: Uh, what I meant to say was welcome to Earth-4!

The pedestrian drives away in fear as Human Korvo gives him the middle finger.

Human Korvo: Fuck you! You people are stupid and confusing!

Human Jesse: Well, this should be interesting. *laughs*

Shlorpian Frankie: Aw jeez.

The scene cuts to Korvo moaning as Terry comes him and kisses him on the cheek while heading to the bathroom.

Terry: How you feeling, big guy?

Korvo: *moaning in overwhelmed* Oh fine.

Terry: Are you sure?

Korvo nods.

Terry: Okay. I’ll be in the bathroom. Love you.

Korvo: Love you too.

Terry leaves and Korvo lies down on the bed

Korvo: *moans as his eyes glow aquamarine*

Then, he starts growling. Korvo then gets a headache as he screams in pain.

Korvo: FUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Korvo then grows fangs while his skin turns black and he starts growing bigger and muscular. Terry comes in and gasps.

Terry: Korvy?

Korvo gets wings and horns as he roars

Terry: *blushing* Holy fuck… you got buff.

Monster Korvo: Don't. Don't look at me.

Monster Korvo whimpers but to his surprise, Terry is amoured by his appearance.

Terry: Tell you what, I'm surprised you never showed me this earlier.

Monster Korvo: *blushing embarrassingly* Well, to be honest, it’s my lifesource since I was a Replicant, it’s been running in my family for generations. I was worry on how you would react…

Terry gasps in shock.

Terry: Do you mind if you, uh...told me more? It's okay if you don't wanna.

Monster Korvo: Oh I’m actually half Super Shlorpian. It’s been running this family ever since my ancestor Koran made a blessing in order to protect his family from bandits and protects the villagers. It passed on to the family when a Replicant turns 13

Terry: Wow...

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yeah. But it feels like a curse...

Terry: Aw… Korvy, why do you think that?

Super Shlorpian Korvo starts weeping

Terry: Oh Korvy…

Terry kisses Super Shlorpian Korvo on the cheek

Terry: Can you please tell me why you think it’s a curse?

Super Shlorpian Korvo sighs

Super Shlorpian Korvo: When I was a Replicant, I was blessed with this after my 13-Birth-A-Day in my sleep.

A flashback plays. Replicant Korvo was walking while carrying books until he starts to feel sick.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* I started to feel sick. So, I decided to head home that day.

Replicant Korvo made it home as he starts moaning and then notices his skin turning black as he starts having a panic attack.

Replicant Korvo: What's happening to me?!

Replicant Korvo then grows bigger and muscular as he rips apart his robe into pieces. Then, his horns pop out from his head and his wings pop out from his back as he roars.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* After my first transformation, a lot of Shlorpians saw it and grow afraid of me.

Pink Replicant Shlorpian: WHAT IS THAT THING?!

Yellow Replicant Shlorpian: HOLY SHIT! A MONSTER!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* I...didn't know what to do so...

Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo grows afraid as the Replicants throws stuff at him as his anger overcomes as he roars.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voiceover* I snapped.

Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo roars as he slashed another Shlorpian, which made the other Replicants run away. Scared, Super Shlorpian Replicant Korvo flies back home while roaring.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: So when I got home, you remember my older sister Janiz? The one I was telling you about? *Terry nods* she calm down and I vow to not transform again because of my fear of hurting you guys… so I made pills to help control myself, which is also why I have thin skin.

Terry: What happened to Janiz?

Super Shlorpian Korvo snaps

Super Shlorpian Korvo: SHE DIDN’T MAKE IT!

Terry: *gasp* Oh Korvy… I am so sorry…

Super Shlorpian Korvo sighs

Super Shlorpian Korvo: *voice breaking* It’s just that Janiz didn’t have an evacuation partner and… when I found out… *starts crying* I was so heartbroken! I want my sister! I want her! I WANT HER! *punches a wall as he breaks down in tears*

Terry gasps. Super Shlorpian Korvo breaks down in tears as Terry soothes him.

Terry: Hey… Shh… shh… it’s okay… I’m here…

Super Shlorpian Korvo continues crying. Terry then has an idea.

Cue “Beautiful” from Zac Nelson

[TERRY]

You should change your name to laughter

You bring joy to every room

Other voices vanish after hearing such a lovely tune

In a world that′s so imperfect

Every word you say is music

You should change your name to beautiful

You should change your name to pity

You make tears impossible

Wish that I could have you with me every time I fall

In a world that's so imperfect

I know you will try to fix it

You should change your name to beautiful

I don′t think you'd mind it if I change your name to something new

Would you think it childish if I change my name to 'I love you′?

We both have a love so perfect

I would never want to hurt it

You should change your name to beautiful In a world that′s so imperfect

Every word you say is music

You should change your name to beautiful (you should change your name to beautiful)

You should change your name to beautiful

The song as Super Shlorpian Korvo purrs and falls asleep on his bed. Terry smiles and kiss Super Shlorpian Korvo on the forehead.

Terry: Sleep well, baby. Would it be okay if I sleep on the couch.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: No. I want you to stay. I love you.

Terry smiles.

Terry: I love you too.

Super Shlorpian Korvo turns back into his normal Shlorpian form as Terry gasps

Terry: Korvy! You’re you! *lifts Korvo up as they both cry tears of joy*

Korvo: I know! *laughs*

The two husbands embrace in a kiss as they starts to fall asleep.

Korvo: Sweet dreams my love…

Terry: Sweet dreams my beautiful Korvy…

Korvo giggles. The two alien husbands fell asleep. The next day, the Solars and their friends head out of the house and watch the sunrise, now ready for anything.

Korvo: Guys, this is might be a new start for us.

Jesse: Hell yeah!

The Solars and their friends look at the sunrise, awaiting for new adventures.

THE END

[kteezy997]

I’m With You -Part Ten: the end// Lee (Bones and All)

Heyy, I’m so sorry about the long delay, but here’s the ending.

Warnings: mention of cannibalism, family trauma, Lee crying, mention of slight weight loss

You and Lee were officially having a baby. Tests had said ‘yes,’ and the ultrasound confirmed it. You were concerned about finances, of course, but the two of you were doing okay. And you could still travel as you always had. You were also excited about the idea of settling down, and having a home somewhere with Lee and your child.

But Lee was acting different. He wasn’t upset about the baby or anything, but it did seem to make him nervous. You didn’t really understand why; he’d make a great parent. You thought of how gentle and understanding he was with you. He was the best person you’d ever known. As far as you were concerned: Lee had nothing to worry about.

He wanted to go see Kayla and tell her about the baby. He seemed happy, and so were you. But you could sense something happening inside him, below the surface. “Lee, honey, let me help you.” you insisted, watching him pack up your things into your Oldsmobile. “No way, baby. You’re not doing an excessive physical labor if I’m around. You just worry about keeping my baby safe.”

You shook your head, he could still make you blush now, just as much as when you first met him. He tossed in a duffel bag, slammed the hatch shut and when he looked at you, you said, “I don’t think lifting some luggage would do any harm.” Lee came up to you, put his hands on your shoulders, “Well, we’re not gonna risk it.” He kissed you on your forehead and said, “All right, let’s go!”

You were excited to be on the road again. You and Lee felt almost more at home just driving somewhere. After a while, you were felt yourself growing sleepy, and you leaned over on him, resting your head on his shoulder and your arm linked snuggly around his. For some reason, he felt smaller to you. Like when your elbow gazed his side, there was no cushion of flesh there. Lee was a tall and skinny type of guy, so he had never been huge or anything, but as you looked over at him, he looked skinnier than usual.

Even in the face, he looked slimmer, with his cheeks sunken in some. You couldn't believe that it took you so long to notice something. You guessed that the new of the baby and all kept you from paying much attention to his appearance. It was really strange because he was eating normally, nothing about his diet was out of the ordinary. And then you got to thinking: the bad thing.

Had he stopped doing it? You wondered this to yourself silently at first, then decided to ask him straight up. "Lee have you been eating?" He chuckled, "Yes, I've been eating. You and I have like every meal together, y/n." "You know what I mean." you said, lowly. Lee remained quiet for a while, keeping his eyes on the road to avoid looking at you.

After a few minutes, he sighed, "I haven't..." he shook his head, "done it for a while." "Okay. Look, I don't want to argue about this, or even try to encourage you to do it. But you need it to survive..." "No." Lee said, firmly. "I don't need it, y/n. I can stop." You nodded, and put your arm around him, gently patting the curls at the back of his head to soothe him.

"By why all of sudden, Lee? Why now? Is it the baby?" you asked. "Yes. I don't want the kid to know that about me and I'm actually scared shitless that I'm going to pass it down to them." "Oh, Lee." you cooed, hugging him from the side and kissing him on the cheek. "Honey, why didn't you say something about this earlier? I don't want you to think about that or worry. It will be okay. Our child will be perfect."

Lee shook his head, and it was clear that he was growing more uneasy. He turned the steering wheel, pulling the car over onto the side of the road. "What are we doing?" He didn't say anything, he just put the car in park. "Lee, what's going on?" you were now quite worried about him. He opened the car door and stepped out. He turned to look at you through the open window of the driver's side door.

"I'm sorry, but please can you just stop talking, babe? I need a minute." he spoke firmly, but not harshly. You could see in his eyes that he was feeling troubled on a deeper level than you had ever known him to. He then turned and walked away from the vehicle. You sat there in the car, watching the man you love walking away as he wrestled internally with his thoughts. Your visit with Kayla could wait. Lee obviously needed to work through some things, and your heart ached for him.

You saw that Lee settled into a secluded spot near a small creek that was surrounded by a line of trees on either side. You gave him about an hour to be alone and you couldn't wait any longer. You needed to know what was going on in his head. You got out of the car, and walked over to where he was sitting to join him on the patch of grass.

He looked at you as you sat next to him, but his expression wasn’t necessarily readable. “Lee, what’s going on? Talk to me.” He inhaled and breathed out sharply, “I told you. I’m scared that this…thing will be passed down to our child. That’s why I’ve stopped doing it. I just can’t stand the thought of it anymore. I can’t-" his voice wavered, “I can’t have that, y/n. I don’t want that for the kid.” “Lee, stop,” you scooted closer to him, touching his shoulder.

“No, I’m serious, y/n.” Lee cried. “One day you’ll find your child with blood on them, you’ll realize what happened, and what they are. I don’t want that for you, it’s too much. The trauma that I’ve been through with my own father,” he shook his head, “I don’t want that for anyone else.” He put his hand on your cheek, caressing your skin softly. “Especially not you. I don’t want that kind of life for you.”

“It’s a risk, I know.” you said, “But I’m willing to chance it. The love we have for each other could be the end to your curse. We’ll just love and nurture this child, and hope and pray that it doesn’t need the bad thing. Okay?” Lee looked into your eyes, and you wiped his tears. “Just love me, Lee, and I’ll love you. That’s what we’ll do for this baby.” He pursed his lips, and sniffed his tears back. “Okay.”

You took your lover by the hand and headed back to the car. He stopped you before you got in, and said, “So you really think we can do this? This parenting thing?” You turned on your heels and leaned against the side of the car, “I think we can do anything.” He gave you a smile and slid his hands onto your hips. He closed the gap between you, and gave you a tender kiss on the lips.

[gosmigenergy]

FEELS LIKE CHRISTMAS / Maxwell Lord (Lorenzano) x F! Reader

Summary: Celebrating Christmas for the first time with Maxwell.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mostly holiday fluff but turns explicit, holiday stress, mentions of family, mentions of Christmases alone, mentions of food, drinking, sixty-nine dude, oral - male receiving, oral - female receiving, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), language, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 5.9k

Author’s Notes: I did plan on making some continuous fics about Bunny and the Boys but I work in retail, have just come back from Iceland (panini delayed holiday) and I’m going to Norway to visit my sister over Christmas. When I was considering what to do because I really wanted to post something, I found this unfinished Maxwell Lorenzano seasonal story hidden away on my computer.

Anyway, enjoy!

You normally loved the season, you basked in multicoloured lights, engulfed by the smell of roasting chestnuts, ears ringing with the constant playing of hymns and cheesy pop songs.

However this was the first year you and Maxwell chose to celebrate Christmas, with him came Alistair and with him came the pressure of presents. For Maxwell, they had to be perfect even though he wasn’t loaded with fake Black Gold money, he had to give his son what he never had, the one gift every kid was asking for.

The Ghostbusters Firehouse was proving to be one of the most desired toys of the season, it had been since Halloween.

Alistair had dressed as one for the school disco, you’d found a jumpsuit and dyed it brown, found an embroiderer who made the name tag and spent hours building a Proton Pack from cardboard boxes. All that effort was worth it, to see that kid running up the steps with several other Ghostbusters in similar attire, be it triple the price.

“I love you,” Maxwell said, beaming with a lopsided grin and tears framing his eyes.

In that moment, you felt a warmth that you’d never quite felt before, one that was reflective of a proud parent.

You didn’t feel that right now.

After hours of following the herd, going into what felt like every toy shop in DC and coming out empty handed each time, you broke.

“Alistair is back in two and a half hours, I just want to go home,” you cried. You were literally crying on a bench, cheeks hot with the freezing air.

Maxwell’s smile had disappeared long ago, replaced with a straight line.

“Fine.”

He huffed into the space next to you.

The bus ride home was quiet, Maxwell keeping his emotions to himself, his grip tight on the shopping bags. You’re grateful as the tension seemed to drop a little when you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Please talk to me.”

The pair of you had finally stripped yourselves of your winter accessories and coats, abandoning the gifts in your bedroom to stop prying eyes, yet neither of you had said a word.

“What’s there to talk about? I’m a shit father who couldn’t get a present for his son.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Maxwell Lorenzano,” you walk to him and place your hands on his cheeks so he couldn’t look away. “You are not a shit father.”

His deep brown eyes glossed, his chin crinkling as he tried to stop himself from having an absolute meltdown.

“I can’t even get my kid the one toy he wants, what am I going to do?

“What are we going to do? I’m not letting you blame yourself for this. This is companies exploiting Christmas, making people feel shit for things out of their control.”

“Don’t you love Christmas?”

“Yeah but not this. Not making a father feel guilty for not getting his son a toy, that’s not what this is about. I love everything around that, the delight of snow and the rush of having to get outside.  The warmth of a hot chocolate settling in your stomach, nights on the couch wrapped in copious amounts of blankets with It’s a Wonderful Life on the tv…”

Your heart twinges.

“The smile on the face of someone you love getting something unexpected, the voice on the other end of the phone as you wish them happy holidays.”

That’s what it always was for you. Your family far away, you unable to afford to get home.

“Mi amour.”

Maxwell brought a thumb to your cheek and caught the tear that had escaped.

You sigh, “It’s just been a long day.”

“I know.”

He pulled you close, resting his slopping nose on top of your head, breathing you in. You hold each other for a fragile moment.

“I need to go and have a think, ok?”

He kissed your forehead.

You nod before looking around your shrinking space, somehow the apartment the three of you shared was getting smaller.

“I’ll get this place in order before Alistair arrives and start on dinner.”

“Thank you, baby.”

He walked away almost defeated.

“Hey, you better not go in there and make some elaborate plan to make everyone’s deepest desires come true.”

“That was one time.”

You giggle.

A while later, the knock at the door interrupts your flow but you couldn’t stay mad for long when that wide smile greets you.

“Max, Alistair’s here!”

You’re almost knocked back as he throws himself at your legs and in for a hug, you squeeze his head to save yourself from falling.

“How’ve you been?”

“Good.”

“How was your mom?”

You didn’t really care, you were just making pleasantries to try and pretend you didn’t find the woman absolutely insufferable. When he lets go and gives you a shrug, you take the hint.

Ok, you mouthed.

“Alistair,” Maxwell appeared, his smile matching his son’s as he fell to his knees to embrace him enthusiastically. “I’m so happy you’re home.”

“Me too, mom said she wants to talk to you, she’s downstairs.”

“Alright, why don’t you help with dinner?”

“Ok!”

Alistair ran to the kitchen.

You guessed what this might be, the exchange of presents from ‘Santa’ as discussed between them. Alistair was going to be away from his mother for the holidays, not that either of them seemed to mind. You and Maxwell would have him until New Year so you had plenty planned.

“I’m sure you can keep him distracted for a while.”

“Of course,” you winked.

---

“Why is your tree so small?”

Alistair cocked his head to the artificial tree placed on a side table next to the television.

“Oh, I got that tree when I first moved to DC. I couldn’t afford much but I was desperate for some sort of Christmas decoration and there it was, last on the shelf at Goodwill.”

“Were you on your own that Christmas?”

“Yeah, my family were all back home.”

“Have you ever been back?”

“No, I’ve never had the chance. Though I’ve had loads of good Christmases here with friends and neighbours, Mrs Zonana gave me the biggest chocolate log you’ve ever seen.”

“Really?! Do you think she’ll make one for the party?”

“I’m sure she will.”

“Have you ever wanted a big tree? Mom had one that almost reached the ceiling.”

You shrug, “I’ve never thought about it, it’s just been me but, yeah, I guess something a little bigger would be nice.”

“And colourful lights for the window?”

The more he inquired, the more excitable he became and your smile grows.

“Colourful lights would be good too.”

“How’s everything going in here?”

Maxwell wrapped his hands around your waist, the chill prominent from his trip outside. He rested his chin on your shoulder and looked down at the carnage of flour, butter and cheese, Alistair’s hands coated in the ingredients.

“It’s gonna be later than expected.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“It’ll be worth the wait.”

---

“Can I just sleep here tonight?”

Alistair’s eyes were heavy, belly full from dinner and his body warm from a combination of flannel pyjamas and a fleece blanket.

“No, we all need to go to bed.”

Maxwell was the only one moving, he’d cleaned up and offered to make special hot chocolates, two of which would feature alcohol. He handed his son a mug brimming with whipped cream and marshmallows.

“But it’s comfy here,” he moaned.

“I can’t disagree with him.”

You were stretched on the couch, waiting for Maxwell to return to fill the space he left behind. He was your headrest, allowed you to snuggle within the crook of his arm and listen to his heart beat slowly. Once he was back, you were asleep for sure.

“Everyone is going to bed,” he reiterated.

He remembered the last time the pair of you fell asleep on the couch, his cricked neck played up for almost a week.

“Boooo.”

“Careful you two or Santa won’t bring you presents.”

Alistair laughed.

“Oh dad, Santa isn’t real.”

“What makes you say that?”

You try to deflect, Maxwell was hoping for another year of illusion at least.

“Jake told me.”

Curse you, Jake.

“Well, it’s not that he’s not real, it’s more that you’re old enough to allow Santa to bring joy to another kid. He’ll make sure this year’s extra special, I’m sure of it.”

His expression scrunched, “That sounds rubbish.”

“Oh no,” Maxwell shook his head, “it’s very true.”

Alistair’s eyes flitted between both of you and you knew the game, keep a straight face just long enough for him to believe you.

“That’s cool.”

He continued to watch the Christmas special on the tv. Maxwell handed you your hot chocolate and slipped into his spot. He let you settle back before leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

His words were soft, “Thank you, baby.”

You had gone to check on Alistair one last time before heading to bed.

“He’s out of it.”

Maxwell was already cosy under the duvet, glasses on as he read a battered copy of A Christmas Carol. Closing the door gently, you tiptoed across the room and slide into the other side, resting your fuzzy head on the pillow.

“How are you not dizzy reading after that drink?”

“Because I didn’t put an extra shot in mine.”

“Max!”

“What? You deserved it.”

You huff, you can’t stay mad at his stupid face, his wide toothy smile looking down on you.

“How did it go… with the present swap?”

He put his book down, “Fine.”

Maxwell was a man of little words when it came to his ex wife.

“You know you told Alistair that white lie about Santa Claus? Well, lucky for us, she managed to get that firehouse.”

“Of course,” you scoff.

The moment Maxwell lost his ‘wealth’, his then wife dropped him for someone who could pay the lifestyle she was after.

“Paid triple the amount for it.”

You let out a singular laugh.

“At least Alistair will be happy.”

“Do you think he’ll like what we got him?”

“Why do you ask?”

Maxwell’s brows furrowed, maybe he did make a mistake putting another measure of Irish cream in your hot chocolate.

“He knows we’re not necessarily as well off as his mom but I don’t want him thinking that we don’t love him as much because we can’t give him that.”

“Alistair knows we love him, maybe even more than his mother does.”

“We got him underwear,” you throw your arms up as you spoke.

“He needs new ones.”

“I know he does but we’re giving them as a present.”

“I was very happy when I got underwear one year.”

“You’re lucky to have a kid like him.”

“I’m lucky to have you too,” he said, cuddling closer. “Not every girlfriend would go from toy store to toy store trying to get a present for a kid that isn’t theirs.”

“You both mean the world to me.”

“And you’re everything to us.”

He cupped your cheek, feeling the heat seer through his palm before his lips met yours.

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You can’t remember falling asleep, only Maxwell gently shaking you awake. In your groggy state, you could sense it was still dark out yet you rolled over to see him fully dressed.

“Alistair and I are heading out,” he whispered. “He forgot to get a present for his friend.”

“I’ll get dressed.”

“No, don’t get up. Have some time to yourself, ok baby? We might be a while.”

“Ok,” you immediately roll back over.

No offence to Maxwell but it was way too early and you were far too hungover to kick up a fuss, he told you to stay and you wouldn’t put up a fight about it.

The phone started to ring the moment you stepped out of the shower.

After a lie-in, you visited Mrs Zonana ahead of her Christmas party, hosted every year in the apartment complex’s courtyard. You offered to help in some way and after much persuasion, she had you and another neighbour putting up the gazebo and decorations. Then you got back and knocked up some cookies for the evening before getting ready.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.”

“How’s your day going, Max?”

He groaned, “It’s gone fine but we’re running late, we’re waiting for the next bus. Do you mind if we meet you at Mrs Zonana’s?”

“Not at all, can’t promise there’ll be any food left.”

“It’s Mrs Zonana, she’ll save us a plate.”

You hum sarcastically.

“Don’t deny it, she loves me.”

You roll your eyes, “Am I being replaced?”

“Of course not,” the phone crackled, “I’ve got to go, love you.”

He hung up before you got the chance to reply.

When you finally made it downstairs, the outside was already buzzing. You made your way through the throng of your neighbours, stating you’d catch up later before reaching Mrs Zonana.

“Oh, I’ll make the boys their plates and keep them warm in the oven.”

“You don’t have to, they’re the ones running late.”

She battered you with a tea towel, which you were unable to decipher whether it was meant to be playful or if she really did want it to hurt.

“Sorry we’re late!”

Everyone practically cheered at Maxwell and Alistair’s arrival. You swiftly apologise to Nico to ensure you got to them first.

“Finally! Where have you two been?”

You jokingly put your hand on your hip and pout, Alistair giggling at your phoney expression because you, of all people, were never mad.

“Sorry, baby.”

“It’s not me you have to apologise to,” you smile wickedly as you sense Mrs Zonana’s presence.

“Alistair, come get yours and your father’s food.”

He runs away immediately.

“Did everything go ok?”

Maxwell hummed.

“You look exhausted.”

“I know but it’s all with a good intention.”

You rubbed your thumb along his cheek, warm in a rush to make it back, the faintest sensation of whiskers from lack of shaving.

“How have I not been greeted by my man yet?”

“Hola, Mrs Zonana.”

Maxwell slipped seamlessly into Spanish around her and you always prayed that they were saying kind words when your name popped up. You drew your attention to Alistair for a while and listened to him talk about his day with his father.

Occasionally, yours and Maxwell’s eyes would catch across the courtyard and you’d exchange the softest of smiles throughout the rest of the evening.

“I’m tired.”

Alistair was valiant in staying up, most of the other kids had gone to bed. He flopped onto the edge of the garden box with you and Maxwell, who had escaped another lecture on ancient artefacts from Mr Fennec.

“We should probably get you boys to bed, huh? It’s been a long day.”

They both groan, playfully collapsing their heads to your shoulders.

“Come on,” you ruffle Alistair’s hair.

After saying your goodbyes, the three of you strolled up to the apartment.

“I have never seen a boy this excited to go to bed,” you laugh.

Alistair had run ahead the moment you reached the walkway. Maxwell brought you closer, locked an arm around your waist and breathed you in.

“Don’t think I can blame him.”

The holidays were always tiring even when you were on your lonesome, you were always invited somewhere with someone and keeping up appearances was the norm. You spent years coming back, crashing onto the mattress before getting up to do the whole thing all over again. It was nice that the building party was the only real big deal this year.

Maxwell chose to do his office party by himself because why would you want to be surrounded by drunk, obnoxious salesmen for the evening? You were better off with Alistair baking cookies, watching a film and secretly helping him wrap presents for his father. Then Alistair’s mom took him to the school party and to meet Santa, attending the Christmas light switch on was the one event you happily obliged.

“Why are you taking so long?”

“Because we’re old,” Maxwell shouted as he and you approached.

“Did you hang mistletoe on the door?”

Your inquiry was met with a shrug.

“You do realise that I don’t need a Christmas tradition for an excuse to kiss you?”

“Ew,” Alistair fake barfed.

Maxwell rummaged to find the key in his pocket, refusing to let go of you. Alistair snatched it out of his hand as soon as it reemerged. Maxwell’s hand came to your jaw and gently, he eased you to face him. He stared at you with his brown puppy dog eyes, bringing his other hand to meet your cheek.

“Shouldn’t we be under the mistletoe?”

His face was illuminated by an orange glow as Alistair made his way inside.

“Too much effort,” he smiled before clashing your lips together.

It could be because he’s tired or the alcohol or the fact he was trying to make the kiss more of a pantomime for his son to endure but Maxwell was messy. He practically pinned your face to his with both hands, slipping his tongue passed your lips sloppily, forcing your body to turn backwards to the door.

You gasped for air when he finished.

“I like the enthusiasm.”

You take a couple of steps back to see his expression soften, he knew what he’d done, chose not to say anything.

Then you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

Wait, that wasn’t there when I left.

And suddenly the room seemed to fill with pinpricks of every colour.

“Merry Christmas!”

Alistair leapt from behind you and slowly, inch by inch, you took everything in. You didn’t utter a word, couldn’t even scream as your chest began to heave.

The tiny desk tree had been replaced with one triple the size, overloaded with baubles. Every wall was lined with string lights, the kitchen sill decorated with ornaments and tinsel and the focal point, three stockings hanging from the breakfast bar, embroidered with golden letters.

“Do you like it?”

You fall to your knees and squeeze Alistair hard. You put every ounce you had in you to hug that boy and kissed his head multiple times.

“I love it, Alistair, I love it so much,” your voice cracked.

“You’re crying.”

“They’re happy tears, I promise,” the words were catching in your throat.

“Let me take your coat, baby, Alistair’s got more to show you.”

“There’s more?”

Alistair was beaming up at you, nodding passionately.

Maxwell helped you pull yourself out of your coat, your body shaking as it failed to follow basic instruction. He trailed a hand down your spine as you attempted to get it together, wiping the tears that were already falling.

Taking your hand, Alistair showed you what else they’d done. The old tree had now taken pride of place at the end of the corridor between your rooms. There was more lights along the ceiling and the pictures on the walls had changed to winter scenes of snowfall, ice skating and carollers.

“I can’t believe you’ve done this just for me,” you smile, more tears forming.

“Well, I said about it to dad and he said he overheard us talking yesterday and felt like we should do something,” Alistair said. “Also I didn’t have any money and I couldn’t get up high so I needed some help.”

You couldn’t help hugging him again.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better surprise.”

“Really?”

“Oh, I’m going to remember this one forever.”

Alistair excitedly returned to Maxwell to pass on the good news. Of course you were going to love it, Maxwell knew you would. Luck aligned for him, there was still some money left in the budget you two had built, Mrs Zonana gave a hefty contribution and Suzanne from the other block let him and Alistair hide whilst they also played look out.

Plenty of people loved you more than you realised.

He automatically hugged you when you came back, “You good?”

“There aren’t any more surprises are there, I don’t think I can cope.”

“Not from me.”

You laugh into his chest, “Thank god.”

He ran a hand through your hair, squeezing you a little tighter before reluctantly letting you go.

“Can I have another one of those hot chocolates?”

“Sure.”

“And me,” Alistair chimed in, “please.”

The three of you rested on the couch, Alistair retelling the day and how each decoration came to be. It felt like your heart could burst, he was so overjoyed. Maxwell’s arm was draped firmly over your shoulder, chest rising and falling slowly as sleep tried to take him.

You knew you spent too long in the bathroom, you worried Maxwell may have fallen asleep before he even got chance to see your gift. It was a risk you were taking but you hoped it would pay off.

“Maxwell. Are you asleep?”

“Just resting my eyes,” his head lulled against the headboard.

“Oh because I was hoping I could give you one of your presents early.”

He opened one eye, “Really?”

You hum, fingertips playing with the tie on your fluffy dressing gown.

“Well, you’ve been such a good boy these past couple of days,” you pull open the knot, “and I think you deserve it.”

You shrug your shoulders and let the fabric fall to the floor with a light thud. Maxwell’s head snapped up, both eyes wide with the delight of seeing you dressed in nothing more than a see-through babydoll in bright red, nothing left to the imagination. Your bush freshly trimmed and nipples pert.

His smile brought the dimples to his cheeks. He leaned forward, gesturing with both hands.

“Come here.”

You saunter to the edge of the bed and he moves to you fit perfectly between his legs. His hands run up the backs of your thighs, fingers burying into your ass as he pressed his forehead to your stomach, the refreshing scent of your favourite perfume catching in his nostrils. He moved his hands to your hips before looking up at you drunkenly.

“How long have you been hiding this from me?”

You hum, biting your lip sheepishly.

Whilst in the mall, deflated from toy shopping, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, leaving Maxwell amongst the other male shoppers in the seating area. As you walked, your eyes caught something in the window of a shop.

You only treated yourself to lingerie when it was a special occasion and after the day you two were having, it called for it.

Dress up wasn’t something you and Maxwell chose to do so, even though the enthusiastic sales assistant tried, you gravitated towards the little red number you wore tonight.

“I shouldn’t have got you tipsy last night, should I?”

You cup his face in your palms.

“It didn’t help.”

Brushing aside his stray hairs, you lean down and kiss him deeply, his back straightening to attention. You both part, catching your breaths.

“So, are you one of Santa’s naughty little elves or…”

Maybe you should have got the costume. You look at him, your eyelids low as the corner of your lips curled.

“I’d much rather be Mrs Claus.”

The smile grew back on his face.

“Now it’s time for you to go back to bed.”

Maxwell happily obliged. He made sure to look at the view in detail one more time before slipping his hands off you. Pushing back on the mattress, he rested on the pillow, hands tucked behind his head.

“Are you coming to tuck me in?”

You climb on the bed and crawl over his body, your index finger trailing along his underwear where his hardening cock was becoming visible.

“Not until…”

Your faces meet and he waits in anticipation for your next line, it doesn’t come easily. You think of all the seasonal puns but they’re all ridiculous - candy cane, north or south pole, Christmas has cum early?

He breaks first, a singular laugh ruining any chance of you being a seductive Mrs Claus.

“Hard to keep up the charade?”

“Yeah,” your expression scrunches. “I don’t think ‘not getting rid of your south pole’ does what I want it to do.”

He snorts at the terminology.

“Want me to take the rein?”

You thought he was going to make some sort of sleigh ride joke but nothing came after. He calmly brushed the hair from your face, breathing and heartbeat steady, his expression soft. Maxwell didn’t usually take control but this time, he seemed so sure.

“Ok.”

Then something changed, his pupils blew a dark black.

“Turn around.”

You listened, swapping your legs over each side. His hands travel up your legs before they claw your ass apart and you instinctively arch your back to offer him a better view. His cock twitched beneath the cotton fabric.

“Wet as always.”

“Always for you.”

He hummed, glad you were facing the other way round because he could feel the temperature rise in his cheeks.

You kiss the skin above the waistband of his underwear then lick in one motion, sending a shiver along Maxwell’s spine. He returns the favour, kissing the creases that joined your legs to your butt before spreading his tongue over your folds.

You shudder, leaning back further to try and catch the tip of his nose.

He knew exactly what you were doing, “Behave.”

You grumble, pouting your lips as you glance over your shoulder. You couldn’t see much past the sight of your ass but you caught each other’s eye.

Your fingers play with the elastic before you gradually peel his underwear off, inspecting his throbbing bright tip, precum glistening. To behave would be to not take the top in your mouth and spread your tongue over but you were going to get him back for his little remark, that and you were hungry for him. Dampening your lips, you took Maxwell in your mouth, rewarded with his lengthily moan.

“Oh fuck,” he says as you take him further, “you are not behaving.”

He felt your soft laugh against him, the vibrations pleasing enough to have him creeping closer to the edge.

There was only one way to play this game.

Swallowing hard, he spreads you wider before teasing you along your outer lips, soothing with his tongue after a gentle nip. You breath with a sigh and just as he gets you into a false sense of security, he buries himself into your weeping cunt.

You pull up, Maxwell’s cock falling with a slap to his navel as you gasp and whimper.

“Put me back in your mouth, baby, I don’t want you waking up Alistair.”

You massage his balls lightly and the air hisses through his teeth, he was going to blow if you weren’t careful.

“And what about you?”

Maxwell was the most vocal lover you’d encountered. He didn’t respond, returning to your cunt with more finesse, his tongue working against your blooming clit.

You let out a choked whine before wrapping your lips around his tip and sweeping around with your tongue. You felt his groan run through every nerve ending, your walls clamping round him. Slowly you took his length into your throat and back up again, picking up the pace according to his movements.

You couldn’t tell how long the pair of you were locked like this, in this pure unadulterated bliss.

He only came up for air to sing your praises and for his final admittance, “I’m so close, baby.”

You already knew that.

His hips had bucked a few times to get his cock further into that little throat of yours, the sound of you gagging sweeter than any music. His body was tensing, his grip on your hips making them numb, he was forcing himself not to cum out of the want of making you cum first.

“This is your treat, Maxwell,” you say after releasing his cock with a pop. “How do you want me?”

“I want to watch you bounce on my dick until we both cum.”

You smile coyly, turning yourself to face him, “Now that’s some Christmas magic I can do.”

Straddling his hips, you kiss him squarely on the lips and force him to lay with his back firmly on the mattress. Slipping your tongue into his mouth, you taste the tang of your arousal before pulling back, teeth nipping his bottom lip.

You lift yourself up, taking his cock in your hand as you line it up with your entrance. Eyes focusing on him, you slowly sink down, Maxwell releasing a choked gasp when just his tip slides between your folds.

His eyes flick up and down your frame as his palms trail your thighs, encouraging you to take his length.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you lower yourself, a soft hum as he fills you. His cock twitches, his head falling back, eyelashes fluttering shut as you held steady.

“Fuck,” he sighs.

You sit for a minute, inner walls pulsing as your aching pussy readjusts to the stretch of his girth. All this time together and you still hadn’t gotten used to how heavy his cock was. He feels fingertips grazing the skin of his chest and opens his eyes. You’re gazing down at him, eyelids low but he could still catch the glint in your eye.

“I thought you wanted to watch.”

Oh, he did but he fucking adored how you felt around him, he could stay like this all night if you allowed him. But you started to raise your hips, your other hand lifting the fabric to your waist so he could see the drag of your folds.

He groaned, not too loud yet not too soft, just enough for it to hit your ears.

“Like that?”

You tease as you drop back down, knocking the air out of his lungs. He can’t answer, can barely move his head because his mind is solely on your pussy around his cock. You gradually begin to pick up the pace when your legs stop protesting, the slap of your skin against his getting stronger, his fingers digging further into the flesh of you.

A squeaking moan escapes you every time you bounce from him, lips sealed together as you try to keep the volume down. You can still hear Maxwell, his hushed praises blending into his second language, his throat bulging as he tries to contain his grunts and groans.

Your walls were tightening, your hips stuttering when the tip of his cock hit somewhere new as you rolled your pelvis forward. His lips crashed into yours, swallowing the honeyed groan that came deep from your chest. He held you in place, your legs shaking with anticipation.

You could feel your arousal spilling between your thighs, preparing you for the final chase, the spark igniting low in your belly.

Maxwell coiled his arms around your waist, removing his lips from yours as he nudged his nose against your cheek. You catch your breath, fingers drawing circles over his shoulder blades before you finally looked in his big brown eyes. Always soft and sincere even though you were about to ruin him, he would happily take it.

You kiss his lips, palms moving to settle on either side of his neck. Lifting your ass a little, you let him shuffle his legs closer to boost you up before you rolled your hips.

A moan escapes you as your clit grazes the hairs above his cock. He sighs, lips parting as he focuses on your movements, your walls twitching around his aching cock. His broad palms fall from your waist and over the curve of your ass, fingers sinking into the muscle as he guides you up his length.

“That’s it,” he says breathily.

And when you get going again, you feel the tingle as it dances along your skin, your belly warming. Maxwell’s hands following as you bounce, legs locking beneath your weight.

Both of your hot and heavy breaths trickle down your flushed chest, his soft grunts seeping into your ears. Your hands trail over his outline, the shiver shooting up his spine as your fingertips tease.

His head fell forward and you pulled him close to your body, nestling his face in the crook of your neck. Keeping on hand on his back, you draw the other to his hair, the colour no longer a fake blonde. Your fingers delve into his thick roots and tug gently, the noise he makes having you close your eyes, riding his cock as fast as your ceasing legs would allow.

His hands grip tighter, his tongue so loose he can barely get the words out to warn you as his balls recede and he coats your walls. He manages to hold you down as you hiss through your teeth, body trembling as your own orgasm surges through your body.

“Shit, Max,” you choke.

Your cunt pulsates, milking him for every last drop before your muscles relax. He groans your name passionately, his body going limp, back hitting the mattress with a loud exhale.

You keep your eyes closed, your hand reaching for his chest as it rose, filling the lungs with much needed oxygen. Your legs shudder with an aftershock, his hand coming to your wrist. You blink, the room coming into focus and you catch his lopsided grin as he gazed up at you in a blissed out state.

“Best present a guy could ask for,” he chuckles.

You giggle, brushing the hair from your face with your free hand. Lifting your hips, you slide off his cock, thick white cum dribbling from your folds before you crawled up the bed to settle next to him.

He snakes an arm under your neck, across your shoulders to draw you closer to his chest. You snuggle to his frame, draping a leg in between his, hand fixed to his chest as his heartbeat slowed.

Glancing up, his eyes are already closed. You knew he was exhausted, all the rushing around, trying to give everyone the best Christmas, making up for all the ones he’d missed. All you wanted to do was tell him he didn’t have to but he wouldn’t listen.

Maxwell wouldn’t have it any other way.

When he came to in the morning, your side of the bed was empty. He could hear life outside of the door, the faint strip of sunlight breaking through the curtains. Stretching, he tried to find his t-shirt before guessing you borrowed it when Alistair came to wake someone.

In the now cramped living room, he saw you and Alistair on the couch, huddled under a blanket with mugs in your hands. The pair of you had soft smiles and were whispering to one another, you attempting to understand what was happening on the kids show you were watching. A few more presents had made an appearance under the tree, sugar cookies filling a plate on the coffee table.

“Morning,” his voice sounded groggy, vocal cords not quite ready to talk.

“Morning dad!”

“Morning, coffee’s fresh if you want some.”

Your smile grows at his arrival before he comes down and kisses you. He continues to watch you both while he wanders round the kitchen, semi listening to what was happening on the tv. Returning with a mug of coffee, Maxwell leans over and grabs a handful of cookies, met with a little groan from Alistair who had to tilt sideways to see the screen.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispers before sitting down.

You wriggle to make room as he slumps into his usual spot. After he’s got comfy, you nestle back against him and he drapes an arm over your shoulder. His lips come to the crown of your head.

“You ok?”

“Perfect,” he strokes your cheek as you drop your head back. “Feels like Christmas.”

[heliads]

I would love Derek Hale with prompt 10 please!

there are so many derek hale requests for this event. i mean i love it but i have to say i was not expecting it

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Derek Hale has gotten himself into trouble. Again.

He would like to point out that this isn’t entirely his fault, except for the fact that it kind of is. Derek was just trying to mind his own business as a werewolf in a town that strictly hates his type, and of course that was invitation enough for someone to try and kill him. Man, he’s sick of this. 

Derek briefly ponders the possibility of packing his bags and trying to move towns again, of starting a new life and watching it slide back to Beacon Hills again. Everyone tries to leave, everyone comes back. Maybe it’s the thrill of having to fight to survive day in and day out that makes a normal day feel worthless, like Derek is only truly living when he’s a few moments from death.

It’s dramatic, certainly, but not entirely wrong. Derek has plenty of time to consider his own strange fascination with death now that he’s so close to it. He had been heading to his apartment late one night when a pickup truck had pulled up alongside him. Derek had just enough time to see that it was packed with hunters like a clown car before one shot wolfsbane in his face. After that, he was unconscious, so there wasn’t a whole lot of time for free thinking.

Derek woke up about half an hour ago. His head is still reeling from the wolfsbane. That, and the fact that he’s trapped in some hunter’s dingy basement with his hands chained behind his back. It’s sweltering down here, one rusty fan trying to do the job of thousands. It creaks and whirs somewhere to Derek’s left. He’d almost rather embrace the sheer heat of the place rather than listen to it groan through its cycles for another few hours.

Of course, he’s being ridiculous. If he’s been kidnapped by hunters, Derek has a lot more pain about to come his way than just the irritation of an overly obnoxious ceiling fan. He can already see the instruments of his suffering laid out on a table to his right:  tasers, knives, pliers, and whatnot. He swears the hunters get special pleasure in just reminding him what could happen, all the torture he’s about to experience. All that, and then they go about their day jobs like normal men.

How is that fair, he wants to ask? How is it that these people can spend their nights shooting bows and arrows at teenage kids and young men who can’t seem to shake their own death wish? They can torture and maim like Bond villains, but the second Derek’s eyes start glowing, he’s the monster. It makes no sense, but that’s just the way things have always been. Around here, legacy is all you need to convince someone of the lines to draw.

A sound from across the room; someone coming down the stairs. They must have noticed that he’d woken up by now. This is where it begins, then. He lets his eyes flicker briefly shut, trying to remember what it’s like to stand still with no broken bones, no healing magic racing to sew him shut again.

A bucket of ice cold water splashes against his front. Derek blinks the frigid liquid from his eyes and glares balefully up at the hunter before him.

“I was already awake, you asshole.” He spits.

The hunter just chuckles. “I know. I wanted you to be ready for this.”

Derek grimaces inwardly. “That’s how it’s going to be, then?”

The hunter inclines his head. “You’re a monster, and that’s how we treat vermin around here. We stomp them out.”

“If you’re going to stomp me out,” Derek says cynically, “you might as well just shoot me through the chest and get this over with. You won’t believe a word I say, so just save both of us time.”

The hunter pretends to think about this. “I don’t think so. I won’t be robbed of my fun, not for a killer like you.”

Derek narrows his eyes. “I’m the killer? Out of curiosity, how many members of your family have I murdered in cold blood? Compare that with how much family I’ve lost, you don’t seem like so much of a saint anymore.”

“Shut up,” the hunter hisses, and throws a switch on the panel by his side. Instantly, Derek’s entire body spasms as dozens of volts worth of electricity arc throw him. 

Just as he’s sure he can’t take it anymore, the hunter turns off the shocks and Derek is allowed to hang limply once more, a faint sizzling the only sign that he’d been in such grievous pain. Yet another wonderful afternoon is ahead of him. Derek grits his jaw and readies himself to take it.

Despite his fears, however, Derek won’t be suffering for long. The hunter has barely gotten started before the door creaks open again. Both Derek and the hunter turn to stare quizzically at the door in unison. The hunter looks confused; clearly, he’s the only one who’s supposed to be down here right now.

He shouts out to the resounding quiet. “Who’s there?”

No answer. The hunter shrugs and turns back to Derek. The second his back is turned, Derek sees movement in the shadows, someone slipping away from the door and towards him. Derek can only hear their movements through his supernatural hearing. To someone like the human hunter, there would be nothing at all.

That’s why the mysterious assailant is able to sneak up on the hunter without them ever noticing. Derek sees a flicker of an arm raised, and then something heavy connects with the hunter’s head. The hunter groans in pain and rears around to face a young woman standing behind him. She greets him with a punch to the head, and judging by the snap of bone that ripples throughout the room, she’s broken his nose.

A few more hits and the hunter is done for the count. Derek whistles under his breath as the other man falls gracelessly to the ground, taking out a stack of folding chairs while he’s at it. Derek has no idea who this young woman is, but she’s clearly qualified. The hunters are good fighters, and the fact that she was able to take out this one so quickly is pretty impressive.

“Wow,” he whispers, “I don’t think I’ve ever admired someone more than I do right now.”

The young woman snorts. “What, I show up to stop you from getting tortured and it’s the best thing you’ve ever seen? You should really up your standards.”

She grins at him as she undoes his restraints. Derek rotates his wrists, trying to encourage at least a little circulation back into his screaming skin, and takes the advantage of these extra moments to try and get a better glimpse of his savior.

“Who are you?” He asks.

She glances up from where she’s tying up the hunter. “Y/N L/N.”

Derek frowns. “L/N. I’ve heard that name before.”

Y/N nods. “I’m a friend of Allison Argent. She and I go way back. When we found out our families were hunters, we defected together. Allison’s been like a younger sister to me for a while, I was glad to hear that she got out.”

Derek’s brow furrows. “So you’re a hunter?”

“Ex hunter,” she clarifies, “I had a conscience problem when it came down to killing random people all because they received the bite, so the family lifestyle didn’t really suit me anymore. I’m sure you can understand.”

“I definitely can,” Derek says, and is surprised to find himself smiling.

Y/N seems surprised as well. “You know, before I left they warned me that you were a total grouch. Looks like I don’t have that much to be worried about.”

Derek considers defending his right to be grouchy due to the prevalence of hunters in his hometown, but before he can aptly summon up the words, Y/N is gesturing towards the door.

“Come on, most of the hunters have left the house for the afternoon. If we leave now, we should be able to avoid them and get out of here.”

Getting out sounds like a fantastic plan to Derek, so he follows her without another word. They head out of the basement and up into the main floor of the house. From there, it’s a matter of navigating the twisting halls until they reach the door.

Derek and Y/N have a close call in which they almost stumble into a room filled with three hunters, but Derek hears their murmurs just soon enough to pull Y/N back before she walks inside. They wait for a second, pressed up against the wall, hearts pounding, before they judge the coast to be clear and head on.

Y/N’s car is parked around the block, and they drive back to Scott McCall’s house. Apparently there was a whole plan to break Derek out, which he has to admit he appreciates. He makes sure to thank Y/N once they get inside safely, something which surprises almost everyone there.

The rest of the pack is gathered inside, Lydia and Kira researching nearby packs while Scott and Stiles discuss further options for freeing Derek if today’s plot hadn’t worked. They all fall silent when Derek and Y/N walk inside.

Scott looks up with a grateful smile. “Glad to see you both. We were worried there would be more of an altercation, did everything go alright?”

Derek nods. “Y/N was great back there. She took out the hunter interrogating me in about thirty seconds.”

Stiles blinks doubtfully up at Derek. “Was that a compliment? Y/N, are you sure you actually grabbed Derek and not his more friendly identical twin?”

Derek flashes the boy a cold stare. “I am capable of being nice, Stiles. I just don’t want to do it to you.”

Y/N coughs to hide a laugh. “It all went well, don’t worry about that. Plus, we now know how to get in and out of that house if need be. All in all, a pretty successful venture.”

Scott nods. “That’s good to hear. I think we’re all free to go if we don’t have anything else to bring up.”

Derek takes that as his cue to head home. Y/N walks out with him, and they end up talking by her car for a while longer. Derek can’t say that he minds the extra chance to get to know her.

“So,” he says, “you’re Allison’s friend, but I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. I would remember someone like you.”

Did he say that out loud? Derek is instantly hit by a very severe bout of regret, but it all washes away when Y/N beams at him.

“No, I’ve been mainly helping out on the sidelines,” she says, “Makes it easier to have a spy on the inside if no one really associates me with the rest of you.”

“You’re always welcome to drop by whenever you want,” Derek mentions as casually as he can, “We could definitely use your help in the future. It’s always good to have some reinforcements, you know? Stiles is definitely more of a talker than a fighter, so I’d be glad to have you on my side.”

Y/N laughs. “Stiles is certainly brains not brawn, although I think his sarcasm could be used as a weapon if he so desired. I’d love to be more active in your pack, though. You guys seem like a really good bunch.”

“So you liked what you saw?” Derek asks teasingly.

Y/N responds in the same form. “You could say that. Maybe I liked one of you more than the rest.”

Derek decides to take a risk. “If that’s true, maybe I could help you out with getting to know that someone. I can give you my number.”

“I think I’d like that quite a bit,” Y/N smiles, and rummages in her bag to grab her phone.

They talk for a while longer before Y/N gets in her car and leaves. Derek is left standing on the sidewalk, watching her drive away and wondering how he could possibly get so lucky.

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