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queenxxxsupreme · 5 months

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At the End of the World (Cooper Howard x reader)

(Part 2)

A/N: So I don’t know how much I like this, but I think after this piece I’m going to try to follow some of the show but just add my own little twists into it :) I hope you guys like it! Enjoy!!

Warning: nothing outside of canon, mentions of bad dreams and of child loss, a twisted ankle

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Sometimes Lucy doesn’t know when to stop asking questions. Here is Part 1 in case anyone missed it :)

You jolted awake, eyes opening wide and lips parting with a soft gasp. Your heart beat so hard against your chest that it actually hurt.

“Easy, doll.”

You furrowed your brows as you looked up at Cooper. Your head rested in his lap, his hand gently brushing over your hair.

You pushed yourself into a sitting position, rubbing your hands over your face.

“Shit.” You cursed.

”Everything alright?”

”Yeah. Yeah, um…. Just a bad dream, I guess.” You looked over your shoulder to him. You moved to sit against your backpack, your leg brushing against Cooper’s. You bent your knees slightly, bringing your hands up to rub your face. “Do you have my smokes?”

He reached into the pocket on his jacket for the carton of cigarettes and a lighter. You took the carton and pulled out a cigarette. His eyes watched you put the stick between your lips. With a flick of his thumb, a flame appeared over the lighter. You leaned over to light the cigarette, taking a small breath.

“Heart’s racin’.” He commented.

You leaned back, blowing a cloud of smoke out of your mouth.

Your hand falls down to your lap, the cigarette dangling loosely between two fingers.

You try to fight the feeling, to fight the scratchy lump forming in your throat. Your right eye stings with tears and your chest tightened as if you were being suffocated.

“I miss her so much, Coop.” Though your voice was weak, he could hear your words just fine.

“I know ya do, doll.”

You hastily brushed the tears off of your cheek. Your gaze fell upon the Vault Dweller that laid fast asleep just a few feet away from you.

You raised the cigarette to your lips, the stick trembling just slightly in your grip.

“My Gracie would be about her age now.”

Wordlessly, Cooper reached over to place his hand on your knee. He didn’t know how to comfort you, how to make you feel better. As a parent himself, he knew what it was like to lose a child. Though for him, there was the smallest chance that his girl was still alive. He just wasn’t sure.

”Finish that cigarette, doll, then you need to try to go to sleep.”

You stiffly shook your head.

“I don’t want to sleep. If-If I have to see her again….” You trailed off.

Cooper let out a soft sigh. You were one stubborn lady.

Silence fell between the two of you. Your eyes seemed glued to Lucy but your gaze was blank. Even though you sat right next to him, you were a thousand miles away.

***

When the sun came up, you, Lucy, and Cooper were back to trudging across the Wasteland. You walked a few feet ahead of Lucy and behind her was Cooper. His eyes continuously scanned the Wasteland for any signs of danger, one hand resting on a handgun on his hip. He had bound Lucy’s hands before the three of you started your journey. He didn’t trust her.

“You’ve been awfully quiet.” Lucy spoke as she jogged to catch up to you. You glanced over to her for a few moments before looking back to the path ahead.

“I’m not feeling too chatty today. Didn’t get a lot of sleep.”

”Are you okay?”

”Yes, I’m fine.”

”I’ve been having a lot of bad dreams lately too.” Lucy sighed out. “There’s just…. There’s so much death and-and blood. I don’t know how people do it.”

”We don’t have any other choice.”

”Yeah, I guess.” The vault dweller shrugged her shoulders.

“Some of us have had to go through so much that the thought of giving up now seems…. It seems pointless. We just….” You paused for a moment. “We just have to keep finding the next thing to keep us going.”

”Like what?” She looked over to you. “Icy, I-I can’t imagine what you’ve been through. You had a family, a whole family and-and now…. I wouldn’t be able to keep going.”

You pressed your lips together. You wanted to be angry with her, to be upset with her. If she thought that everything that had happened to her in the short time she’s been on the surface was bad, she was in for a nasty surprise.

“Sometimes after such loss…. It takes finding someone else who has been through similar things to keep you going.”

Lucy glanced over her shoulder to the Ghoul that traveled a little ways behind them.

The vaultie followed you down a slight incline, but she stepped the wrong way and twisted her ankle. Immediately, she fell to the ground from the pain.

“Ah! Ow! Ow, ow ow!”

”Quiet down, girly.” You knelt down beside her. She clutched at her ankle, groaning in pain. With your cybernetic left eye, you could see that she had overstretched the ligaments.

”What the hell happened, Vaultie?” Cooper looked down at the two of you.

“She sprained her ankle.” You sighed, untying her boot.

“Course she did.”

“Wait, what-what are you doing?” Lucy furrowed her brows.

”Your ankle is going to swell and if you leave it in your boot, it’ll only do you more damage.”

”Oh. O-Okay. Yeah, that makes sense. I guess.” Lucy breathed. “Are-Are you a doctor?”

You looked at her for a couple moments. Sometimes you weren’t sure if she was being serious or joking with you.

You put the boot into your backpack and stood up.

“She’s not going to be able to walk much longer, Coop.”

”Well she don’t got much of a choice, does she?”

You looked to the west where the sun was beginning to set.

“We’re about four hours out from Alma’s.” You looked to Cooper. His jaw went slack as he brought his hand up to rub his brow.

“Damn it.”

”Who’s Alma?” Lucy started to try to stand up. You held your hand out for her to help her to her feet, then you cut off the rope binding her hands together. It would make it easier to help her walk with her hands not stuck together. “Thanks.”

”She’s a friend.”

”A friend ain’t what I’d call her. She tried to kill me last time I saw her.”

”Well she isn’t exactly your biggest fan, Cooper.”

The Ghoul held your gaze. He didn’t want to go all the way to Alma’s. It was out of the way and would just tack more time on to the trip. Not to mention, he didn’t want Alma involved. But with Lucy’s new injury, you really didn’t have a choice.

”I reckon we’re goin’ to Alma’s.”

”Come on, Lucy.” You moved to stand on her right side to provide her support while she walked.

***

Six Hours Later

It was dark by the time you arrived at your destination. It was in what used to be a suburban neighborhood but many of the houses had long since been abandoned. You passed by one derelict house after another, eyes carefully scanning broken windows and rubble for any signs of danger. You knew the danger would be limited as Alma was in charge of most of the raiders in the area, but sometimes the raiders were a little rowdy and eager to attack.

There was one house that stood a little better than those around it. Its windows were mostly boarded up and there was a barbed wire fence around it. The siding of the house had long since lost its original color, instead taking on a more rusty brown color. The right side of the roof to the front porch had fallen in and it made the house appear unsafe to enter.

You stopped at the fence and let Lucy go.

“You two stay out here for just a moment.” Your eyes flickered back to Cooper. He nodded once in acknowledgement.

You slipped between the barbed fencing and then climbed the creaky wooden stairs. Just as you were about to knock on the door, it was pulled open.

An older woman stood in the doorway, a shotgun by her side. Her dark but graying hair was put up in some sort of high mess atop her head. Behind large lensed wire framed glasses were two big brown eyes.

“Icy May. Ain’t no way in hell I thought I’d be seein’ you again.” The shotgun in her hand was leaned against the wall on the inside of the house.

“Hello, Alma.” You smiled, embracing her tightly. “It’s good to see you.”

”You too, dear. So good to see such a pretty face.” She pulled away to get a better look at you. “You look all in one piece. What brings you all the way out this way, darlin?”

”I have a huge favor to ask you.” You stepped aside so that Alma could see the two who traveled with you.

Alma leaned forward, eyes squinting as she struggled to see whoever it was even with her glasses on.

“Oh hell, Icy May.” She shook her head, adjusting the old cardigan that she wore.

“Well ain’t it my favorite old maid.” Cooper spoke, giving Lucy a nudge to go through the fence. Lucy slipped between two of the barbed wires and nervously started for the stairs.

“Shut the hell up, you old bastard. I still haven’t gotten over what you did last time you was here.” Alma nodded her head to the side of the porch that had fallen in.

“I happen to think it made this place look better. More welcomin’.”

”Well I ain’t trying to be more welcomin’.” Alma put her hands on her hips. Her eyes followed Lucy as she struggled to get up the stairs. “What in the hell is this, Icy? A vault dweller?”

”It’s a long story, Alma.” You shook your head. “We just need to rest for the night.”

Her eyes flickered up to you, hesitating. A vault dweller could mean big trouble.

”Aw, what the hell.” She threw her hands in the air and turned to go into her house. She picked up the shotgun she had left by the door.

You offered Lucy your shoulder once again and walked with her to the living room.

The house wasn’t as bad on the inside as it was on the outside. Wallpaper was peeling off of the walls and in some places, it was missing all together. There was a fireplace that had been filled up with rocks. A sofa, which had definitely seen better days, was in the living room. Beside it was a rocking chair and a little end table. It appeared as though the end table was a combination of two different tables put together.

“You have a lovely home.” Lucy complimented.

Alma shook her head, swatting a hand at the Vaultie.

“There’s food in the pantry and water in the washroom down the hall. You’d better get cleaned up and settled for the night. It’s already late.”

”Thank you, Alma.” You offered her a little smile. “We’ll be gone when the sun rises.”

”Better be. Don’t want Howard fuckin’ anything up anymore than he got to.”

“Missed you too, ya old bat.” Cooper muttered.

You took Lucy to the washroom and left her there, then you went to the kitchen. Cooper was already helping himself to the pantry. He sat at the kitchen table with a can of some sort of nonperishable food.

“There’s the couch in the living room and there’s two rooms with mattresses.” Alma told you. She moved around the kitchen, gathering up a canteen and a pack of cigarettes.

”Where are you scurryin’ off to?” Cooper asked her.

”I ain’t scurryin’ nowhere, asshole. It’s past my bedtime and you bunch look worse than the backside of a feral hog.” Alma stopped at you to give you a one armed hug. “We’ll talk in the mornin’, honey.”

”Good night, Alma.”

”Night, girly.”

You watched her leave the kitchen then listened to the floorboards creak as she disappeared down the hallway.

“You should eat somethin’.” Cooper spoke. You rubbed his shoulder before moving to pull a chair up beside him.

“I will.”

It felt nice to finally be able to sit down. Your feet hurt and you were exhausted.

Cooper leaned forward to give your knee a squeeze. Your eyes flickered up to meet his gaze.

***

A little while later, Lucy had retired to the room she was going to be staying in. You and Cooper would be sharing the other mattress in the room across the hall from Lucy.

You made your way down the hallway, doing your best to be as quiet as possible. You didn’t want to disturb Alma.

You came to a stop in the doorway of Lucy’s room, watching her as she sat on the edge of the mattress . She was in the process of eating a can of peaches when she noticed you were standing in the door.

“Oh, um…” She quickly swallowed a peach and held the can out towards you. “Do you want a peach?”

”No, thank you.” You shook your head. “Alma is a good friend of mine.”

”Oh, yeah! She’s incredible. Super nice person.”

”Can I trust you to be here, Lucy?”

She stopped eating the peaches and directed her attention to you.

“She’s taking a big risk letting us stay here for the night. If anything happened to her while we were here….” You trailed off. “Alma’s one of the last few good people out here.”

She nodded her head softly, understanding what you were telling her.

”So do I have to keep an eye on you or can I trust you?”

”You can trust me.”

You weren’t sure you completely believed her.

“Good.” You turned to leave but she stopped you.

“Thank you, Icy. For…. For everything.”

You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms.

“You need to stop thanking me.”

“You’ve practically saved my life by showing up. Who knows what that man would’ve done with me if you hadn’t come along.”

You gazed at her for a few moments, her bright blue eyes still filled with some sort of kindness. It wasn’t often that you came across those kinds of people.

“Good night, Lucy.”

“Oh, uh good night, Icy.” Lucy was confused with your sudden ending of the conversation. That seemed to be a trait of yours.

You moved down the hallway, your quiet footsteps still making the floorboards squeak.

Cooper was in the room the two of you would be sharing. He had taken off his bandolier, holster belt, and duster coat. All items had been placed in a pile at the foot of the mattress. The ghoul was lounging across the mattress with his breather in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and his shoulders leaning up against your backpack. One knee was bent and that was where his hat rested.

His eyes watched as you took off most of your layers. First it was your jacket, then the old flannel, and tattered sweatshirt. You were left in cargo pants, boots, and a thin brown tank top that had definitely seen better days. You pulled your hair out of the ponytail it was in to fix it up for the night.

“My, my, my. Ain’t you a sight fit for kings.”

I tried to bite back the smile that crept across your face but it was no use.

“Keep the charming to yourself, old man. We need to get some sleep.” You sat down on the mattress facing the ghoul. You leaned your torso against his bent leg, picking up his hat and placing it on your head.

He offered you the cigarette, which you gladly took. His breather was discarded on the floor beside the mattress.

You inhaled and held the chemicals in your lungs for a few moments. As you exhaled, Cooper brought his hand up to cup your face. His thumb, calloused and rough, traced your bottom lip.

You let him do so, your eyes steadily watching his face.

He traced the curve of your bottom lip, then used his fingertips to trail along your cheekbone and your temple. He brushed a few pieces of hair back out of your face.

”So what’s your big plan once we get to Hank MacLean?”

The ghoul paused for a moment, pulling his hand away from your face to rest it on his chest. You passed the cigarette back to him and he took it.

”I want to know what happened to them.” He was quiet as to not let his voice carry throughout the otherwise silent house.

You nodded your head. Cooper waited for you to speak. He waited, and waited, and waited. But you said nothing. All you could do was gaze down at one of the buttons on his shirt. The original button, which had been a light shade of brown, was torn off some time ago but you recall sewing a dark green button in its place.

“Say somethin’, doll.” He urged you, tapping the side of your leg gently.

You bit the inside of your cheek, finishing off the cigarette with a deep inhale.

“I hope you find the answers you’re looking for, sweetheart.” You put the cigarette out on the soul of your boot and started to move, wanting to reposition yourself. Cooper stopped you from moving, his hand grabbing yours.

“I just…. I have to find out, Icy.”

”I know.” You murmured softly with a nod of your head. “I’d want to know too, if I was in your place.”

It wasn’t like the two of you were in a full fledged relationship where one of you had asked the other to commit to you, but it also wasn’t casual. Cooper Howard didn’t do casual. It was far too hard to trust someone enough for that sort of thing.

”Haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about it.” He put his head back, his hand steadily rubbing your leg as he directed his eyes to the ceiling. “I mean, if MacLean has been able to live this long, then there’s a chance…. even the smallest of one…. that they could be out there.”

You smiled a little, though it was sad and didn’t reach your eyes. If you believed in a higher power, you would pray to them to make it all true, to make his hopes and desires a reality. It was what he deserved after all that he had been through.

Though you wanted to be happy for him, your chest tightened a little with the idea of him finding his family. What would happen to you if he found his wife and his daughter?

You reached out to take his hand away from your leg, clasping your fingers together tightly.

“I hope they are.” You brought his hand up to kiss the inside of his wrist.

Cooper watched you kiss his wrist once, then twice before holding his hand in your lap. He didn’t let you linger in your thoughts for too long. He pulled you down towards him, making you lay down beside him.

“It’s nothin’ but wishful thinking.” He thought out loud.

“Sometimes that’s all that keeps us going.”

***

The Next Morning

Lucy made her way out of her room, using the wall for support as she limped down the hallway. She peered into the living room and found it empty. Her next stop was the kitchen.

The Ghoul sat at the kitchen table, which was covered in an assortment of junk. He was wiping off one of his hand guns.

Lucy looked around the kitchen, hoping and praying she’d find you or Alma.

Cooper glanced up at the vault dweller, very briefly meeting her gaze before looking back down at his weapons.

“Oh, um…. Good morning.” Lucy greeted him in an attempt to be friendly, but friendly wasn’t Cooper Howard’s thing.

He stayed silent.

Lucy leaned against the doorway to take her weight off of her ankle.

”Is Icy up yet?”

”She went out with Alma.” His answer was short and stiff.

“Oh, okay.” Lucy nodded her head.

She stood there for a few moments awkwardly. Should she just go back to the bedroom and hideout until you and Alma returned?

Oh, what the heck.

Lucy limped over to the table and pulled out a bulky wooden chair to sit in. She sighed in relief as she sat down. She examined the amount of junk on the table, curious as to what exactly everything was.

It wasn’t long before Lucy became bored and found herself watching the ghoul that had taken her hostage.

“So…. Is your name Cooper? Or is it Howard? Because, well, I heard Icy call you one and Alma called you another. So I guess I’m just a little confused.” She chuckled nervously.

”My name don’t matter to you, Vaultie.” He sat the handgun down on the table then picked up a shotgun.

“Well I’d like to have something to call you when I talk to you, to have a conversation like real people do.”

”Ah, but who said I wanted to have a conversation with you?”

Lucy pressed her lips together. This man was awfully hard to get along with.

”That’s fair, I guess.” She nodded.

Silence fell between the two as Cooper continued to clean the gun. Once he was finished cleaning the sawed off shotgun, he began to load it.

Lucy sighed, bored out of her mind. Cooper wasn’t entertaining at all. She messed with the cuff on her suit to try to keep herself occupied and to try to keep her mouth shut for a little bit longer.

“Do you love her?” The question kind of just came out without Lucy really realizing what she had said.

Cooper dropped the bullet that he was trying to shove into his gun. It made a loud banging noise as it hit the floor.

“What in the hell did you just say to me, Miss MacLean?” He looked at her, his eyes dark and sharpened.

The use of her name made Lucy feel on edge. He had always just called her Vaultie.

“I-I was just— I just see the way you guys are with each other. I didn’t mean it in-in a bad way, you know?”

The ghoul was silent as he held her gaze. He leaned forward to retrieve the bullet from the ground. He shoved it into the gun and placed the gun on the table.

The front door to the house creaked open. Lucy turned her head to see. You and Alma walking in.

“How’d you sleep, honey?” Alma put her hand on Lucy’s shoulder. The vault dweller opened her mouth to answer but Alma spoke over her. “Howard, if you don’t get your damn guns off my table, I’m gonna beat the piss outta you.”

Cooper didn’t offer any sort of smart comment back. He just picked up each gun and tucked them into their appropriate holster.

“I slept well, thank you. Where, uh, where did you guys go?” Lucy asked, turning her attention to you.

“Had to make a run early this morning.” You placed your backpack on the table, pushing some of the junk back so you had space. You rummaged through the bag before pulling out a stimpack. ”How’s your ankle feeling?”

”Really bad, actually. It’s super sore and looks very bruised.” Lucy eyed the giant needle at the end of the stimpack. “What’s, um, what’s that for?”

”You’re ankle. You can’t travel with a busted ankle and we can’t stay here.”

”But what is it?”

”A stimpack. It will heal your ankle up enough to get you back on your feet.”

With no warning, Cooper stood up and left the room rather hastily. Old floorboards creaked beneath the weight of his worn boots.

“What crawled up his ass?” Alma pushed her glasses back on to her head to hold her hair back out of her eyes.

“I don’t know.” You hummed. You listened to him move around in one of the back bedrooms.

He wasn’t a chatty person by any means, but surely he would’ve greeted you and Alma with some sort of witty remark. And you were very positive he would’ve given Alma an asinine remark about his guns on her table.

“What happened while we were gone?” You turned your attention to Lucy.

“I-I was just trying to talk with him.” She put her hands up, shaking her head.

“And…. Boy is he difficult to have a conversation with.”

You sighed heavily. Why couldn’t the vaultie get it through her head that sometimes she needed to shut up?

“I’ll be back in a second, Alma.” You looked over to your friend before going down the hallway to the bedroom Cooper was in.

He stood leaning against the side of the open window. He was fidgeting with his breather, replacing the empty vial with a full one.

”You leave me with that girl again, woman, and you’re gonna be scrapin’ what’s left of her brain off of Alma’s walls.” He grumbled.

You pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of your jacket.

“She’s got a way of getting under your skin.” You put the cigarette between your lips and tucked the carton away, then pulled out a lighter. “What’d she say?”

”Don’t matter.” He took a puff of the breather. You held the cigarette out to him and he gladly took it, crossing the room and closing the space between the two of you in just a few strides.

You watched as he put the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep drag from him.

“I’ll fuckin’ gut her like a pig next time she tries to talk to me.”

”You don’t mean that.” You shook your head gently.

He exhaled the cigarette smoke right into your face, then took another quick puff of it.

”Like hell I don’t.”

You took the cigarette from between his fingers.

“She means well.”

Cooper watched you, his gaze still hard and angry. You inhaled the cigarette.

“What did she say to you, Cooper?” Your voice was quiet.

He looked down at you for a while. Then let out a breath and adjusted the hat on his head, casting his eyes downward to his boots.

”We need to be leavin’.”

Without another word, the Ghoul slipped past you to go down the hallway.

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bingbongsupremacy · 5 months

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This might be bad but could you write a Steve Harrington story where he left the reader for nancy after they were secretly dating bc she’s plus sized. Then once he cleans up his act he writes her a letter. I was thinking it could be based on closure by Taylor Swift! Thank you !

Closure

This isn't bad ! I can totally do that. I listened to the song for the first time today so I hope you like this! Also, This is going to be a two part piece. I wanted to give some background context so that's what this first part is about. I'll be working on part 2 soon. I hope you don't mind.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x plus size!reader

Warnings: I'm not a basketball player nor have I ever been a manager. Honestly I've never really been to a basketball game so I'm not sure if this is all super accurate. Pls let me know. Cursing, Use of Y/N, use of the word girl, some self doubt.

Series Summary: You never knew Steve could be so shallow. When he leaves you to date Nancy Wheeler, you're left with a pain you thought he'd never leave cause you. Maybe you should've stayed friends.

*Not Proof Read* Stranger Things Masterlist

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*****

Teenage love. Powerful. Fast. Fun. Potent.

The first boy I fell in love with was Steve Harrington. How couldn't I have? His perfect hair. Beautiful eyes. His flirty smile.

Every girl liked Steve at one point or another.

Steve and I grew up together in Hawkins. We never had the same classes together, but boy, I knew of Steve. We finally officially met in high school when I became the manager for the Hawkins High Basketball team.

Freshman Year - 1981

" Alright guys, huddle up. " Coach Ryan shouts to the sweaty boys drilling around the gym. " This is our manager. You will treat them with respect, you hear? I want none of that bullshit that went on last year. You got that Seniors? " Coach Ryan sends a pointed look at the upperclassmen. " If I hear of anyone disrespecting our manager, you'll be running on bleachers for the next month. I'm serious. "

What an introduction.

I shift slightly, a little uncomfortable with the gazes of the boys. I send a small smile to the team, trying to calm myself. " Hey, guys. Let me know if you need anything. " I scan the group in front of me. My eyes land on a familiar face on the back row. His friendly smile sends a wave of butterflies fluttering throughout my body. My eyes linger on him for a few seconds before I force myself to look away.

The last thing I need is for him to realize I like him. How awkward.

The coach makes a few more announcements before he dismisses the boys to the locker rooms.

" I needs you to gather up the balls and take them back to the equipment room. " Coach Ryan nods in the direction of the small closet on the other side of the room.

" Sure thing! Anything else? " I ask, reaching down to pick up one of the stray balls.

" Not that I can think of. I'll be in my office if you need me. " Coach Ryan nods a goodbye before heading towards the boys locker room where his office is located.

I look around the gym. Abandoned basketballs lay scattered around the gym. This is going to take a minute.

I pull the metal ball holder behind me as I begin picking everything up.

" Here ya go. " A voice startles me from behind.

I turn to see Steve holding two basketballs under his arms. He sends me a small smile.

" Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. " He sets the basketballs on the top rack.

I smile back at him. " It's all good. I scare easily. "

Steve jogs over to one of the balls a few feet away from us, swiftly picking it up.

" Oh, you don't need to do that. I've got it. It's my job anyway. "

Steve shakes his head, a looks piece of hair falling in front of his face. " I don't mind. It's kinda fucked up you have to clean up our mess. "

I shrug. " I mean, I signed up to do it. "

Steve nods. " Why did you sign up to be a manager? "

" Honestly, to get out of class. " I feel heat begin to spread over my face at the sound of Steve's laugh. " I hate biology. "

" Whaddya mean? Mr. Jackson's a world-class comedian. You're telling me you don't like his cell jokes? " Steve grins.

I cringe, memories of Mr. Jackson's awkward dad jokes and the silence following filling my mind. " I could do without. "

" You know, I don't think we've actually ever talked before. " Steve points out while heading towards another ball. Instead of returning it to the cart, he dribbles it towards the hoop closest to us. He shoots it into the hoop, the ball making a loud sound as it returns to the ground.

" Well, we've never had a class together. " I shrug, taking the ball from him as he hands it over to me.

" What a shame. "

Does Steve like talking to me?

" I mean, that doesn't mean we can't start now. We're gonna be stuck together for the next few months. "

Steve picks up the last basketball. " True. I gotta go get changed before my mom gets here. It's been nice. See ya tomorrow? " His eyes steadily hold my gaze.

I nod. " For sure. "

Steve's smile widens slightly. " Later, Y/N. "

" Bye Steve. " My throat feels tight from excitement. I can't believe that just happened. Steve knows I exist. He knows I exist! And he actually likes talking to me! This...this is fucking great.

Sophomore Year - 1982

" Hurry the fuck up, Y/N. " Steve groans, his sweaty forehead pressed against his forearm. He lazily leans against the now empty bleachers, his eyes following me as I finish writing down the total of money the team made off of concessions.

" I told you that you didn't have to wait for me. I have shit to finish up here. " I nod towards the clip board in front of me.

" I'd be a shitty friend if I left you here. What if you get...kidnapped or some shit. I'd be first on the suspect list. "

Friend. I'm only his friend. Gosh, I need to get over this stupid crush. I mean, it's been over a year since we met and he hasn't said anything about liking me. Why would he like me now? He's into girls like Chrissy. Why else would he flirt with girls like her and not with me? If he liked me he'd tell me. Right?

I roll my eyes, trying to shake off my thoughts and focus of the impatient boy in front of me. " Great to see you care about me so much. Definitely isn't because of your reputation. "

Steve lets out a small laugh. " You know I'm fucking with you, right? "

" I know. Look, I'm almost done. Grab your duffle from the locker, will you? By the time you get back I'll have everything finished. Plus it'll give me a break from your whiny ass. " I joke.

" Ouch. And here I thought you loved me. " Steve holds a hand up to his heart, humor clearly in his tone.

For a moment my heart begins to race. Love. He knows? He doesn't know. Shut the fuck up and be normal. He's a friend. Just a friend.

" What made you believe that? Tommy's obviously my number 1. "

I'm not the biggest fan of Tommy. He's hot a cold. Somedays he's decent, other days he's a complete shit head. He's changed a lot since middle school.

For a moment something flashes over Steve's expression. Surprise maybe? Annoyance? As quickly as it comes it's gone. His playful expression returns. " I'll be sure to let him know that. "

" Don't you fucking dare! " My head snaps towards him. " I'll kill you, Harrington. I'm not even joking. He'll never let me live that shit down, even if it's a lie. And Carol will beat the shit out of me. "

Steve raises an eyebrow in amusement. He leans back against the bleachers, crossing his arms. " Don't worry, I'll sell tickets for the show. I'll even cheer you on. "

I roll my eyes. " Of course you would. "

" I'm gonna go grab my stuff before the janitors lock the locker rooms up for the night. " Steve laughs, pushing himself up. " Hurry the fuck up before I leave you here. "

" You wouldn't dare. "

" Watch me. " With that, he strolls towards the direction of the locker rooms. His strides ooze with confidence, a kind only Steve can emit.

Steve truly is one of a kind.

Junior Year - 1983

" Are you going to prom? " Steve asks out of the blue. He doesn't bother looking up from his text book.

I swallow harshly, heat climbing up my cheeks. I hate when people ask me this. " Nah. Prom's overrated. "

Steve's eyebrow quirks up. " So you're a dance hater? "

I shrug. " I just don't see what the big deal is. Blowing a ton of cash for one night? I'd rather buy new records. " I debate whether or not to tell him the next part. " Plus no one's asked me. " They never do. Why would they when they could ask someone like Carol or Chrissy?

Steve finally looks up at me, his gaze finally meeting mine. Shock is evident in his expression. " Really? You haven't been asked? "

I shake my head, heat crawling up my face again. " Why would I? In case you haven't noticed, I don't really have a ton of guy friends. And my friend pool isn't the largest. "

Steve sends me a sympathetic smile.

Instead of comforting me, it annoys me. He doesn't understand. He's had girls asking him out and asking him to dances from the moment he was allowed to go to dances.

" Anyone would be lucky to take you. You're a great person, Y/N. "

I roll my eyes, laughing slightly. " Yeah. Lucky. "

Steve's eyebrows furrow. " Why are you laughing? I'm serious. You're like the coolest person I know. "

" Then you have a very unique perspective of the word cool. " I glance up at the clock on the wall behind him. " Shit, I told my mom I'd run to the store and pick up some potatoes for dinner. I'm gonna be late. I gotta go. " I rush to gather my notebooks off of the library table.

" Do you want me to take you? " Steve asks, getting up after me.

I shake my head. " It's fine. It's just down the street. You keep studying. Lord knows you need to. Gotta pass that calc test in Jones' class tomorrow. " Truthfully, I just want to get out of this conversation and I'm worried that if Steve gives me a ride it'll just reignite the topic.

" Are you sure? I really don't mind taking you. I can always study at home. "

" I'm fine Steve. Plus, if you try to 'Study' at home, you're not going to get anything done. I know you. "

Steve rolls his eyes. " I love your confidence in me. With your reassuring words I can do anything. "

I let out a small laugh. " Shut up. "

Steve grins.

Fuck he's perfect.

I need to get out of here.

" I'll see ya later Steve. " I wave at him, pulling my bookbag over my shoulder.

" Later, Y/N. Walk safe. Call me in an hour or two so I know you weren't kidnapped or forced to join a circus. " Steve's joking but a part of his expression seems serious. Like he's actually worried about me.

I let out a sigh. " I'll be fine but I'll call you. "

I wish I was the type of person boys would ask out. The type that don't have to do anything for people to crush on them.

But I'm not.

++++++

" Y/N, Steve's here! " My mothers voice calls up to me.

What? Why's Steve here?

Confused, I head downstairs. As soon as I reach the bottom my eyes widen. Steve's still in the doorway, a small box in his hands. His hair is styled perfectly, like always. He's dressed in a fancy suit, something I've only seen him do for fall sport award nights or very special occasions.

" What the...? " I finally get to the bottom of the stairs. " Steve? What's going on? "

" You're going to Prom with me. " Steve holds out the box, his comment more of a statement then a question.

" I don't have an outfit! " I protest, confusion still fogging my mind.

" Just put on whatever you have. Come on, Y/N. It's prom. You need to experience it at least once. Why not with me? "

I feel my stomach begin to churn. Steve's taking me to prom? What fucking dream have I been blessed with?

I chew on my bottom lip. " I'll be back. " I turn to run back up the stairs.

I can't believe I'm going to prom with Steve.

I do my best to get dressed quickly. I manage to find a semi appropriate outfit for the dance and we head out.

" Dinner first. The dance is at 9. " Steve pulls into a familiar diner. It's the diner the whole team eats at after winning a game.

" Oh, you forgot to put on your corsage. " Steve opens the small box, gently taking out a beautiful corsage.

" Oh Steve, you really didn't have to do that. " I stare down at the beautiful flowers. " This is too much. "

Steve shakes his head. " I want you to have a prom to remember. You deserve it. "

I send him a smile. " Thank you. You...you're really the best. "

His smile widens, sending butterflies through my body. He gently puts the corsage onto my wrist. His fingers are cool. They leave tingly sensations on the skin he touches.

For a moment it's silent. I try to find a way to calm my nerves.

He's your friend. Just a friend.

" Actually, Y/N. I also wanted to talk to you about something. " Steve breaks the comfortable silence.

" Yeah? Go for it. " I take a sip of my water, my eyes staying on him.

For the first time he looks nervous. Like he has so much to say but he doesn't know how to.

" Are you okay? " I ask, slightly concerned. He's always so confident. He knows who he is and he's proud of it. It's something I've always admired.

Steve nods, pulling his eyes away from his water cup. " I'm just going to say it. Fuck. " He runs a hand through his hair.

My heart begins to pound faster. What's going on?

" Fuck, I hope this doesn't make things weird. That's the last thing I want. Look, I really like having you as a friend... " He starts.

What the fuck is he going to say? Now I'm nervous. Does he have another girlfriend? Someone who doesn't like him being friends with me?

"-But...fuck, look I like you. " He blurts out, a small blush crawling up his cheeks. " I've liked you for years and I really want to be more than friends. And...I don't know if this makes it weird. If you don't like me, I completely understand. We can just pretend this shit didn't happen and go to prom and never talk about it again. I really don't want to make you uncomfortable-" Steve rambles.

" Steve. " I try to interrupt.

" It's just been something I've struggled with for years and fuck, I don't want to keep it from you. Not when we could potentially be something more. I mean - "

" Steve. " I try a little more forcefully.

Steve's clearly stuck in his head because he doesn't seem to hear me.

"-I just don't want to have any regrets. Especially about you-"

" Fucking hell. Steve Harrington, I need you to shut the fuck up for a second. " I say louder, attracting the attention from an older couple nearby. " Sorry. "

Steve looks at me with wide eyes, clearly not expecting my reaction.

" Let me talk. Please. " I look into his eyes, excitement bubbling in my chest. " I like you to. Fuck, I never thought this would happen. "

Steve breaks into a wide grin. His shoulders relax and he seems less tense. " You do? "

I laugh slightly. " I mean, yeah. You're funny, you're talented, you're nice. You're the whole package. Steve, you're one of the kindest people I know. It's hard not to like you. "

" Oh my...thank god. I was so nervous you weren't going to feel the same. " Steve leans back into the booth seat he's in across from me.

" Me too. "

Today really has to be a dream.

" So...do you want to be my partner? " Steve asks, his gaze holding mine.

I smile. " I'd love to. "

Senior Year - 1984

" I'll see you after class? " Steve grins at me. He pushes away from the lockers he was leaning on.

" Of course. I'll meet you at your car. "

I watch as Steve walks away. He's immediately swallowed up by the crowd.

Thing's have been pretty good. Ever since we started going steady, things have been really nice. Of course, some people in the school don't really approve. It's hard to ignore sometimes but we try. Not everyone agrees that Steve should date someone like me.

It hurts.

But what's important is that we're still together. Despite the shit people say, we're trying.

Sometimes I can see it gets to Steve. He's lost a bit of respect. It's so fucking stupid. I don't understand why people think it's so important for him to date a certain type of person.

Sometimes I feel guilty for us dating. Sometimes his teammates can be dicks. They don't see what he sees in me.

It doesn't matter. As long as we're both happy, that's what's important.

++++++

" Look, we need to talk. "

Those are the first words I hear when I get into Steve's car. His jaw is tight. He avoids looking at me.

" Oh, yeah. What's up? " I ask, confused about what's going on. " Are you alright? You look tense. Did something happen in fifth period? "

" We need to break up. " Steve blurts out. He still avoids my gaze.

My eyes widen. " What? What's going on? Steve, look at me? "

" I'm done, Y/N. I need out of this relationship. "

What the fuck happened? We were fine literally an hour ago. What the fuck is going on?

" Why? Steve, what the fuck are you talking about? "

I feel my heart begin to break at his words.

Steve shakes his head. " I just-look, you're a nice girl, Y/N. But...I can't date you anymore. " His voice waivers slightly.

" Steve, what did I do? " My voice crackles. I feel tears prick at the back of my eyes. " What the fuck happened? "

" We don't look good together, Y/N. "

His excuse is fucking stupid.

" Since when have you cared about what other people think? Why now? "

Steve swallows harshly. " It's different now...I...you...we can't do this. You hear what they say about us, Y/N, don't you? What they say about you? "

Anger begins to bubble inside of me. This is what it's about. " It's me. You're embarrassed of me. " I'm silent for a second, trying not to let the tears come out. " Fuck you, Steve. "

Finally Steve looks up at me, hurt flashing over his face.

" You're an asshole, you know that? Since when have you given a fuck about someone elses' opinion? You're really doing this because of what other people have said? You're just like fucking Tommy, you know that? Like all of the other shallow assholes going to our school. " I open my door. " I hope you're happy. You'll finally get your spot as King of Hawkins back. I wish I'd never met you, Steve. "

" Y/N-" Steve begins, his arm reaching towards me. " I'm sorry- "

" Fuck you. " I slam his door, rushing away from his car. I hear a snicker as I walk past a few of the cars. Tommy and Carol whisper to each other, their harsh gazes glaring holes into my frame.

Steve's always had a bit of a reputation for being a dick to certain people. He's had a bit of a bullying streak. I thought that shit was over. I thought he'd grown out of it, I mean he was never mean to me.

I was wrong.

+++++++

Two days later he started dating Nancy Wheeler and I quit being a manager for the basketball team.

Fuck you Steve Harrington.

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BEYOND THE PALE; J. VALESKA (TWO-FACED II)

JEROME VALESKA X F!DETECTIVE!READER

SERIES MASTERLIST | PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

WARNINGS: SMUT, dom!jerome, suggestive language, possessive!jerome, descriptions of blood/dead bodies/bullet wound, dirty talk, jerome calls reader “doll” an unnecessary amount of times (i couldnt stop), use of the word ‘panties’ (more than once, i apologize)

and SMUT!!

A/N: I am so incredibly sorry for how long this took to publish 😭 my motivation is always rocky so it takes awhile for me to actually want to write. but i always want to get things out for you guys, yet i dont want to rush it because when i do, the character never seems accurate and i want you guys to enjoy it!! So thank you so much for your patience, i love you all sm 🫶🏻

TAGS: @ssnapsaurus @projectdreamwalker @l3xiluve

WORD COUNT: 8961!! (4655 of it is smut..)

SUMMARY: From the first time you met Jerome Valeska, you knew him as the son of Lila Valeska, the murder case you and Detective Gordon were working on. You had grown close, until you found out the truth. Now you know him as an Arkham escapee:

A MANIAX

SUMMARY: You should’ve known you could never outrun Jerome Valeska. From being the Two-Faced killer you once knew to the infamous Maniax member, he never seemed to forget about you. Maybe this time he’ll show you how much he truly cares about you.. how much he truly..

LOVES YOU

“Hey, doll.”

Your blood runs cold when you hear his voice. It was like you were back in that interrogation room, questioning why he had done what he did. You felt, at that moment, like your heart truly did tear through your skin. You felt cemented to your spot, too terrified to move incase he’ll do something drastic.

A cold hand wraps around you, pressing his palm against your mouth. You knew better than to scream, a gut feeling that no one would’ve heard you anyway.. if anyone had even survived.

“I told you I’d be back for ya, doll!” His manic laugh rings through the silent room, raising goosebumps on your cold skin.

This wasn’t going to be good..

You woke up with a jump as you tried to even out your breathing. Figures faded into your vision as well as the setting. You squinted your eyes at the bright lighting as you try to adjust to the uncomfortable position you were in.

A wooden chair is perched on top of the two desks that sit on the space in front of the captain’s office. They were pushed together to become a stable holder for the piece of furniture. You try to move your arms and legs, only to struggle as you realize that you were strapped down. Your heartbeat races as your hands start to lightly shake, trying to quietly break out of the constricting rope.

Footsteps sound from several feet away, seeming to make their way to you. As you turn your head to look around and try to find who it was, the only sight you’re met with are the dead bodies that littered the once-clean floor. Pools of crimson blood soaked up their decaying corpses as seconds pass, making you immediately avert your eyes. All of your colleagues lie dead on the precinct floor as you sit on some sort of makeshift thrown, looking over everything.

The walking grows louder as it nears you, stepping up the small stairs that leads up to the desks. Your heart drops to your feet as you see ginger hair peek out through the police hat, tall legs quickly maneuvering over the bodies and sliding up towards you. He jumps up on the surface as all you see is the bottom half of his face, revealing his devilish smirk.

Quickly, he takes the hat and throws it. He stood excited as he looks at you, leaning down to take a bow. His head looks up at you from its position, sending you a wink and a smile.

“Miss me, doll?”

Jerome paces between each desk, one hand up to his chin as if he was thinking while the other is holding his elbow up. “Hm.. how do I get my doll to talk to me..” He keeps walking back and forth, fake pouting as he animatedly thinks. He stops abruptly and gasps, moving the hand from under his chin to point upwards. “I know!”

He smiles widely as he walks over to you and crouches down. You have to look down at him as he looks up at you innocently with a sweet smile on his face that felt like it could rot your teeth.

“I know how to get you to talk to me..” He stares into your eyes as his white teeth show in a sinister smile. His two fingers walk their way up the side of the chair and over to your strapped down wrist. He walks his pale pointer and middle finger over your hand as he begins talking again. “Remember that night in your kitchen?” He whispers, hoping to get a reaction out of you.

You freeze and your breath hitches in your throat. You try to not give him a reaction, but he’s already read you. Jerome smirks wide, resting an elbow on his knee and puts his head on his fist, looking up dreamily at you.

“I’ve been thinking about it ever since it happened.” He sends you teasing smile as he keeps talking, knowing that soon enough you’ll break. “The thought of your pretty lips touching mine was something I craved until now. I always wondered how pretty you’d look laying back on that counter, moaning and writhing for me. Begging me to fu-“

“Stop!”

Jerome smiles wide, a sinister curve of his lips reaching his ears. He perks up at your outburst, happy to see where it would lead. “I think I pushed all the right buttons.” He teases. He moves up from his crouched position and folds his hands behind his back. He stood tall in front of you again, looking up at him to make eye contact. He seemed to like the advantage he had at the moment, smiling down at you with pride.

“So, Y/N..” He leans forward quickly, still standing but bending his face towards yours. He was just inches away from you now, goosebumps prickling your skin. “Have you thought about me too?” Jerome whispers, staring down at your lips, waiting for you to answer him. When you don’t, he looks back up at your eyes. An overpowering emotion overrides you as your eye contact is made again, your breath hitching in your throat. His smirk forms again as he keeps talking. “I think you have..” His voice is as low as a whisper, only just grazing your ears.

“I think you’ve spent so many nights ready for me. Lying on your bed and thinking about me.. about the things I could do to you.” Jerome inches forward, moving to whisper into your ear. A shiver passes through your body as he gets closer, just inches away from his lips touching it. “I bet you sit there as soon as it hits midnight with your hands down your cute panties, dripping with the thought of me fucking you so good.” He bit your earlobe lightly, dragging his teeth across it until it fell from his mouth.

Heat traveled down your body from his words, your eyes subconsciously closing. The closer his body got towards you made you more anxious than you were just seconds before.

He moved back slightly with the same grin as before, it never faltering once. His hands gravitated towards the arms of your chair over time, it just now dawning on you. As he moves his face in front of you again, he opens his mouth, ready to speak. Before he could, you spit forward, landing directly on his tongue.

He flinched backwards, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly, tasting and swallowing the saliva. His eyebrows furrow and he stares down at the ground, a conflicted look on his face.

He hums, “That was strangely pleasant.. Do it again.” Jerome quickly inches forward towards your face again with a sly smirk on his mouth. Without thinking, you throw your head directly im front of you, clashing it with his nose. He groans loudly as his head shoots back in pain. It sends a certain kind of electricity through your body, hitting straight down to your core.

He rises back up with a hysteric laugh and gushes of blood dripping from his nose. His body towers over you as he stands up straight, but quickly leaning down to your face. He grabs your chin roughly and pulls you towards his face.

“C’mon, doll. Don’t get hasty with me.” He says sternly, but there’s an underlying playful tone to his voice. He hasn’t let go of your chin as he glares at you. Seconds pass by until he finally tears his chilling gaze away from your eyes, down to your strapped down arms and legs. “Hm,” He hums and stands back up straight. He lets go of your chin forcefully, jostling your head lightly. He looks your body over once then meets your angry eyes. “You like bein’ tied up, doll?” He teases with a smile.

You huff and roll your eyes, looking away from him to try and search if there was someone else still alive that could help you. As your eyes scan over the cold floor littered with lifeless bodies, none of them were breathing. Your jaw clenches as you watch the gushing blood stream out of their once washed shirts, staining the polished ground.

“Hey, up here.” Jerome snaps his fingers and grabs your chin again. You sigh irritably and glare up at him. “Look at me when I’m talkin’ to ya, doll face.” He says sternly, lightly tapping your chin with his thumb. When he lets go, he turns around and looks around for something. You sit still, curious as to what the redhead was searching for.

Chills overrun your body when another man walks out from a shadow in the corner of the precinct. Robert Greenwood, ate a dozen women, Jim’s words made a shiver run down your spine. He always freaked you out.

“Here, bring that up here. Get a better angle of the room.” Jerome calls out to Greenwood. The older man was carrying a camera on his shoulder as he walks forward, climbing up on the desks next to Jerome.

The redhead walks towards you again as Greenwood films and zooms in on all of the dead bodies covering the floor. Once he gets close enough, Jerome smiles down at you. “Doesn’t my doll look so pretty?” He reaches down and lifts your chin up to look at him in the eye. He wasn’t necessarily asking anyone, or rather Greenwood, the question, more so just to put it out in the open. So when the other man growls inhumanely and nods in agreement, Jerome’s head snaps back to where the man holding the camera stood.

He took a deep breath before closing his eyes, trying to calm himself. He didn’t plan on killing Greenwood, at least not yet. So he swallowed the harsh words he was going to yell and looked back at you when he opened his eyes again.

He leans down towards you, “I bet you’d look even prettier if I used this ropes on you a different way, hm?” He whispers, just inches away from your face. You can feel his breath on you as he talks, almost like you could feel how truthful his words were. “I knew you’d like these, Y/N. I picked them out for you.” He smiles. “I know you’ve got somethin’ hidin’ in that cute head of yours. I wonder if I’ll figure it out later.” He teases, his voice just barely there.

“I’d like to see that.” Jerome snaps up and looks over towards Greenwood. His facial expression was an emotion that was stronger than anger. It held power as he glared down at the man just a few feet away, making the older man’s smile disappear. His camera had been facing the two of you, watching the interaction.

Jerome walks slowly towards him, each step that was hitting the clean desk intimidating the both of you further. His calm demeanor was threatening as he grows closer to the other. Once he stands just inches away from Greenwood, he looks down at him with a neutral expression.

“If you ever say anything about my doll again.. you won’t even have the time to think with that tiny brain of yours. Y’wanna know why?” Jerome’s voice is serious as he glares into his eyes, making the other man shake lightly. Greenwood didn’t respond, too nervous to generate a reply. “Because you’ll be dead.”

BANG!

You flinch as you hear a gunshot go off, shutting your eyes tightly. You hear a body hit the floor roughly and you open your eyes to see Greenwood lying lifeless on the floor next to you. A gaping hole on the side of his head runs red with blood, dripping down his face to the once-polished desk. Your hands shake as you watch him grow cold, not being able to tear your fear-filled eyes away from him. The camera landed next to him, the red button still flashing as it never stopped recording.

“Sorry, baby, he was getting on my nerves.” Jerome shrugs and walks back over to you. The gun is still in his hands as he gets closer to you, crimson blood splattered across his face, matching with his bloody nose. A couple red dots stain his blue button up, hitting the collar of his shirt. He throws the gun out of his hand and onto the floor, coincidentally landing just inches away from the new dead body next to you.

“How ‘bout we get outta here, huh?” Jerome suggests. As nice as it sounded to get out of the now-morgue that was once the GCPD, it wasn’t like you had a choice either way. He puts his hands on his hips and thinks for a moment. You could tell when he stared down at the floor, looking towards Greenwood’s body.

“Ooo!” He shouts with a wide smile and leans down to grab the camera. The red button never stops flashing as time goes by, having the past, what feels like hours, all on film.

He manhandles it as the camera glitches slightly. He picks it up and points it towards his face. “Hello Gotham City! We’re the Maniax! And I’m Jerome, the.. shot-caller of our little gang.”

Jerome speaks to the camera with the same energy. He never seems to have a calm or ‘normal’ side to him, no matter if he’s in front of a camera or you. There’s only one side to him now.

Guess he isn’t two-faced anymore.

“We’re here to spread wisdom and hope!” Jerome carries on with his dramatics. He sways his head side to side while he talks, showing his enthusiasm. When he hears a slight moan from the side of him, he looks over to see a random police officer lying in pain. As he groans in pain, hoping to get some sort of attention for help, the ginger takes the gun that rested beside Greenwood and shot him. You flinch again, not because of the gunshot, but you saw that Jerome had zero hesitation to shoot the corpse. What if he does that to you?

“Some people have no manners.” He shook his head and looked at the camera disappointedly. Suddenly, he forcefully grabs it and brings it near his face quickly. “You’re all prisoners. What you call sanity.. it’s just a prison in your mind that stops you from seeing that you’re just tiny little cogs in a giant absurd machine.” He waves his hand behind him to add theatrics. You felt his energy reverberate throughout the vast room, eccentric flare capturing you attention.

“Wake up!” He screams, pulling the lens closer to him again. “Why be a cog? Be free! Like us! Just remember, smile!” He laughs, then goes serious once he realizes something. His head snaps toward you, blinking once. “Oh!” He clicks his tongue and starts walking in your direction. “Hey, Jimbo..” He says teasingly into the camera. “I’ve got my doll here with me, too.” He points the lens down towards you. It recorded you strapped down to the wooden chair, but with no sign of bruises or cuts. Jim will know, you thought. “How are you, doll face? You doin’ okay?” He smiles behind the camera, watching you through the lens. You nod, knowing that the opposite reaction wouldn’t help either of you. “Goodie!” He smiles and laughs. Bringing the camera back to him, his ears perk up at the sound of sirens outside.

“Well, time to go!” Jerome smiles wide and grabs the hat that sat beside Greenwood’s dead body. He put it on his head, making sure it was secure. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back very soon. Hang on to your hats, folks! ‘Cause you ain’t seen nothing yet!” He laughed hysterically into the camera and then shuts it off. His devilish smile never left his face as he struts up towards you again.

“Hmm.. we’re gonna have to figure this out quick, doll face.” He puts a finger to his chin, tapping lightly. His movements always seemed animated, almost like he was in a cartoon. As he stood there and became deep in thought, he managed to crouch back down to your level. “I’m gonna untie these ropes, doll. But you can’t run away and grab mommy and daddy.” His voice was low, almost in a disciplinary way. It shut you up fast, making goosebumps rise on your skin and your body grow tense. He leans forward to start untying the knots on your wrists. “You’re gonna follow me like a good girl and maybe..” He shrugs with a growing smirk on his face. “We’ll get to have some fun.”

His words put you in a trance as he speaks, a shiver passing down your spine lightly. You swallow the lump in your throat, not because you felt scared, but because of.. how attracted you felt to him right now.

“How does that sound, doll?” He smiles as he unties the last rope on your right ankle and stands back up. You dumbly nod, too focused on the way he looked at the moment. He stood tall in front of you, his long legs filling your vision from the position on the chair. You’ve come to like the sinister smile on his face, though it may give you the chills some times. His ginger hair grew brighter in the fluorescent lighting of the GCPD, showcasing the vibrant orange hue.

“Good.” He offers his hand out towards you politely. His menacing smile intimates you as he teases you gently.

“Care to join me for a walk, m’lady?”

Stepping foot into Theo Galavan’s house wasn’t exactly apart of your schedule today.

Walking down sidewalks and hiding in alleys on the way, wasn’t either. It was tricky trying to avoid the cops or other strangers passing by, given that you both wore GCPD uniforms and frankly, Jerome’s hair wasn’t very common in Gotham.

He made you hold his hand all the way back, saying that he ‘didn’t want to lose you.’ You weren’t sure which way to take the sentence, especially if it’s being said by a homicidal maniac. He’d squeeze your hand if someone ever got too close to you or if he heard any type of siren. He kept you close to him all the way back, either to soothe your worries or his. You weren’t sure.

“C’mon, doll face. Make yourself at home.” You’re cut out of your thoughts when you hear his energetic voice again. He smiles at you and walks towards the table in the main room. He picks at some grapes that were on display in a bowl, tearing them off the stem and throwing them up in the air and catching them in his mouth expertly.

You hesitantly wander the room, walking by the tall windows. You stop in front of one and look outside, noticing all of the police cars surrounding the precinct. Pedestrians walk to and fro, some on the phone, others talking to each other and others arguing. Seeing everything from this point of view, you noticed how sad everything looked. It was grey outside; no sun, only clouds. Smoke rose from factories into the air and sirens could be heard from anywhere in the city.

“What’cha lookin’ at, cutie?” Jerome’s voice slices the tense moment with yourself. For once, you were grateful to hear his loud tone. The blood on his face was washed off by now, the sink getting turned off just seconds before he walked over to you.

You shrug, “Outside.” You’ve learned that trying to meet Jerome’s personality level was hard, but it was worth it. To lash out or try to run away, wouldn’t be of any help. Who knows, maybe you’ll end up wanting to stay..?

He hums from behind you, slowly moving closer to you. He stood inches away from your backside, his eyes wandering the streets as well. He leans down slightly and whispers in your ear. “You seem tense, doll.” You shiver as his words pass by you and his hands start to creep up your shoulders. “What’s got you so cramped up, babydoll?” He gently massages your shoulders, hitting the perfect spots. You hold back soft moans in your throat, but your eyes flutter close against your will. He seems fine with not getting an answer.

“You like that?” It didn’t seem to be in a teasing manner, but a genuine question. You nod gently, too afraid to move too much incase he stopped. “Good.” You could almost hear the smirk on his face as he replied, inching just a little bit closer to you again.

“Y’know, when I first saw you at the circus that day,” Jerome speaks again. You had no problem listening to him as he kept touching your tense shoulders. His voice was kind of soothing. “I thought you were the prettiest little doll I’ve ever seen. I always looked at that place as some sort of hellhole, where nothing good comes out of it. But you..” He giggles. “You, doll face.. you’re somethin’ else.” He whispers and kisses your ear gently before sliding his hands down your arms. Your breathing picks up as he gets as close as possible to you now, pressing his front up against your back.

His hands mold into yours calmly, taking his time with you. He takes a whiff of your neck, your faded perfume hitting his nose. He groans softly and rests his forehead against your shoulder. He plays with your fingers without looking at them. When he lifts his head again, he leans forward and presses soft kisses to your neck.

“Let me continue. Please.” He whispers into your skin. It was almost like a plea, on the verge of begging. Your heart skips a beat and you nod eagerly, immediately falling into his touch.

He groans into your skin and grips your hips, roughly pulling you back into him. You gasp when he tugs you backwards, your head falling back on his chest. His nails dig into your hips, through the fabric of your uniform pants. His kisses on your neck never relent as he glides his left hand up your body to put under your chin. His hand cups the underside of your jaw to tilt your head away to give him more access to your neck.

Once he bites down on your skin, you flinch in surprise but you grow to like the feeling. You feel Jerome’s smirk against your sensitive skin, definitely leaving a deep mark on it. His lips hover over different spots until they lock on a certain one. When you moan gently, he smiles widely and sucks down on your skin. Your breathing gets heavy as he takes his time with your body, closing your eyes in content.

“Lets see what other noises I can get outta ya, hm?” He moves his hands away from your hip and chin, inching towards your chest. He keeps his face close to yours, as his hands unbutton a few of the top on your police shirt. You moan when he unexpectedly grabs your breasts and squeezes; not enough to hurt, but enough to make you yearn for more. Your mouth stays open in silent pleasure, still shocked at his sudden movement.

“Ooo, doll. You like me bein’ rough with ya?” Jerome smirks with a quiet laugh. “I’m not surprised. I saw the way you eyed me earlier when I untied you. I wonder what you were thinking.. hm..” He pretends to think as he gripped your boobs again, bunching up your shirt. You moan again, each surprise advance towards you shocked you. “Maybe you were wondering what it’d be like if I fucked ya, hm? Or maybe.. when I have you on your knees for me? No, no.. maybe.. when I’ll have ya beggin’ for me to touch you and play with your pretty little pussy.” Shivers go up and down your spine as electricity shoots down your body, straight to your core.

“Fuck, Jerome..” His words had an affect on you that he was very aware of. His lips curl up, forming that signature smile of his. He liked the sound of his name on your tongue, the pleading tone of your voice making his heart beat faster. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could tease you before he could touch you properly.

His right hand moves down your body quickly, straight to the waist of your pants. Without a second thought, it glides past it and feels the fabric of your underwear. He reaches down to cup it before stroking his two fingers against you. A whine erupts from your throat before you could stop it. He smirks when he feels the wet patch form under his fingers. “Already soaking. I wonder who got you this wet?” Jerome’s voice is cocky and he smiles with pride.

His fingers slip past your underwear and he immediately runs two fingers down your slit, gathering your wetness on the pads of his fingertips. He groans at the feeling and pulls his hand out of your pants, ignoring the huff that came out of your mouth. Pushing his fingers past his pink lips, sucking on the taste of you that was left on him. He moans and takes his fingers out of his mouth and puts it back on your stomach to rest there.

“Fuck, doll. I knew you’d taste good, but never in my dreams have you tasted like this.” He admits, looking down at you. Your body felt hot, whether it was from his contact or his words, it didn’t matter anymore.

Fuck, you needed him. You needed his stupid red hair, and his stupid pink lips, and his stupid body. You needed Jerome Valeska.

“Please, Jerome,” You would never go as low to beg or plead, but right now, in this moment, you felt like you could. Your head was still resting against his chest, looking up at him submissively.

He chuckles and puts his hand up to cup your jaw. “Mm, c’mon, babydoll. Let’s go up to my room. Don’t need anyone seein’ what’s mine.” He leans down and kisses you passionately, before breaking away with a teasing smirk. He grabs your hand and runs for the stairs.

Once you both make it up there, he leads you to his room and opens the door. When you walk in, you barely have time to look around until Jerome connects your lips together. He sucks on your bottom lip before licking it, wanting permission to kiss you deeper. When you playfully deny it and not open your mouth, he bites down on the soft flesh making you gasp. Automatically, your lips part and his tongue invades the space in your mouth. You don’t realize when his hand reaches up to your hair and cups the back of your head to get you as close as possible to him. He tugs your hair with force, making you pull away from the kiss. A moan escapes your throat at the sudden pressure, looking up at him, silently questioning him.

He stays quiet as he slowly lets his tight grip go. The same hand trails its way towards your jaw and lays there. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, dragging it down gently. His green eyes never leave your lips, too entranced with the way you look right now. You looked vulnerable, powerless and Jerome loved it. It was like a predator with it’s prey, stalking it down and putting it in danger. He liked the chase.

“You look so pretty like this. So vulnerable, just for me.” Suddenly, he grabs your chin and leans down to become inches away from your face. “Lay down on the bed. I told you we were gonna have some fun.” He smiles insanely and giggles. Chills erupt on your body, but as soon as he lets go of you, you immediately rush to the bed next to you.

“Y’wearin’ too much.” He grumbles and walks over to the foot of the bed. His hands reach out for your shirt, wrinkling it under his hands. You gasp when you hear a rip course through the air, seeing tiny buttons fly away. Your shirt tears in half and he throws it across the room, somewhere he couldn’t care to look right now.

Before you could say anything, he begins talking again. “Much better.” He smiles and teases his fingers around your waist, fiddling with the top of your pants. His finger hooks in it and stretches it, smirking when it slips off his finger and slapping back down on your skin. You grow impatient as he teases you, your body starting to ache for him.

“Jerome,” You were quickly cut off by him.

“Patience, Y/N.” His voice was stern as he looked into your eyes, intimidating you. Jerome didn’t even have to say the words and he would still make you nervous; the cold stare of the psychopath sending chills down your spine. You nod obediently, knowing better than to say anything.

Once he looks away from your eyes, his fingers resume walking around your pants waistline. Quickly, he hooks two fingers on either side and pulls them down. Cold air hits your skin fast, making you shiver. Jerome smiles at your reaction. He takes them fully off and throws them in the same direction as your shirt. You lie in front of him in nothing else than a bra and underwear. You felt bare in front of him, scared or unsafe. He was right, you were vulnerable in front of him, you thought to yourself.

“Relax, doll. Let me feel you.” His rough hands slide up your legs, feeling every mark or blemish under his fingertips. His hand dips with your hips and thighs, squeezing the skin. A whine emits from your throat as his nails dig into your skin dangerously. They scratch down your legs, leaving hot red lines after his torture on your body. You feel the pain sting you, but it felt good. You felt like you needed it.

“Such a naughty girl.. liking me hurt you.” His voice is taunting and playful, excited for whatever was to come next. “I bet you’re even wetter for me.” He leans down and starts kissing around your stomach, slowly trailing down. “Fuck, doll. You’re soaking your panties.” He says breathlessly, never bringing his head up to stop kissing you. He makes his way down to your thighs, occasionally sucking and biting on the sensitive flesh. He smirks when he feels your breath get stuck in your throat when he gently kisses over the top of your underwear that was covering your slit.

Pale hands glide up your thighs and towards your hips, moving them under the hem of your underwear. Before he pulls then down fully, he looks back at you and smiles, “Told ya you had cute panties.”

Your chest rises and falls faster than before as you lay before him, completely bare. You were utterly helpless in this situation and you kind of liked it. Jerome had a sense of power of you, whether it was because of his intimidating personality or because of the utter sexual magnitude he has.

He groans when he takes them off and immediately spreads your legs further. “Look at you, my little dolly. So beautiful.. all for me.” It almost seemed like he was reassuring himself that. You and your body now belonged to the insane psychopath that has murdered several people. Anyone with a brain would realize how wrong this was; how disturbed you should be, having a maniac like Jerome Valeska between your legs. But in that moment, you didn’t care. You needed him, craved him.

“Always wanted to taste ya..” He lifts your leg up to position your foot on the bed and have your knees bent. He leans forward and lightly presses his lips against certain areas on your thigh, his devilish smile never leaving his pretty face. “Thought about it every night at Arkham. Dreamt about it. Thought about how pretty you looked in your dining room.. the way I could’ve bent you over the countertop and fucked the life outta ya.” He giggles against your skin, now just inches away from where you desperately needed him. “And as good as this is gonna feel, doll face.. I can’t wait to have you on your knees for me later.”

A loud gasp reverberates through the room as he licks up your slit, tasting all of you. He groans and wraps his arms under your thighs to pull you closer to him. He never eases up on you as he eats you out with fervor. Short fingernails mark the skin on your thighs, showing everyone who you belonged to.

This is wrong. All of this is wrong. But every part of your body was screaming that it was right. You’ve never felt like this with anyone before; the insatiable need to feel him and have him feel you. It didn’t seem like the feeling would ever stop, even while he tastes you.

Unwrapping one arm from under your thigh, his right hand moves forward and starts to rub your clit. Moans and gasps fill the room entirely, a beautiful melody in Jerome’s ears. His two fingers move down, teasing you before pushing them inside you. Clenching the bedsheet in your hand so aggressively, it felt like your knuckles were going to break. It was hard trying not to inflate his ego, but the sensations he was making you feel right now were more than you could handle.

“That feel good, baby?” Even though he was still between your legs, his voice was still loud. His signature smile never left his face, too excited to change. You nod quickly, too entranced to produce any words. He hums and tickles the skin around your thigh with kisses, while still fingering you. His red hair was bright against your skin, standing out to anyone that were to look inside the room.

Curling his fingers perfectly, they hit a certain spot inside you that made your legs twitch in pleasure. A choked out moan leaves your mouth, one of your hands that was clutching the sheet moving to his long hair. You tug on it, making him groan.

“Fuck,” Jerome’s voice was breathless, too busy to talk. He bit down on the inside of your thigh, before moving back to your clit. As his fingers move faster inside you, his lips wrap around your clit and sucks lightly.

“Jerome, I’m..” No words were comprehensible in your mind, too busy on the pleasure you were feeling. The sensation went to your head quickly, the only thing on your mind being Jerome, Jerome, Jerome.

“Mm, c’mon, doll.” His lips were wet and he looked up at you with hooded eyes and his crazy smile. If you were to just see his eyes, they would’ve been threatening, and they still are with his whole face. But something about his predatory look was so attractive. “You close?” His tone was teasing, but you were too far gone to care.

Nodding quickly was your response, your back arching slightly at Jerome’s pace. Before you realized it, he stopped. Pulling out his fingers and taking his mouth away with a smirk on his face.

“What..? Jerome,” You lean up on your elbows, trying to get a better look at him. He stands back up against the end of the bed, bringing his two used fingers to his mouth. He puts them in and sucks on them before pulling them out and wiping the corner of his mouth. A shiver went down your spine at his little show, swallowing dryly. “Why did you stop?”

Before he answered, he reaches over to start unbuttoning his shirt. Discarding it somewhere else in the room, neither of you caring where it landed. Your eyes raked over his body; his broad shoulders standing strongly, his muscles moving every time he would, his abs tightening at the cold air. He looked like he was sculpted by a god, his body mesmerizing you.

“I told you, Y/N.” He leans over you, resting his hands against the bed by your body. His face was inches away from yours, his eyes boring into yours. They were scary, almost like they were threatening you. “As good as that was gonna feel, I’m gonna have you on your knees for me.” He whispered.

Suddenly, he grabs your hands and pulls you up to him. Yelping when you land on your feet, standing in front of him, his hands securing themselves around your waist. He brings you close to him, pressing his body against yours. “You ready for me, doll face?” He whispers again, leaning down towards your ear. One of his hands slides down your leg and grips the back or your thigh.

You nod, not wanting to upset him. His wide smile was disturbing in a way that you started to get used to it.. maybe even started to like it.

“Good. Because you weren’t gonna have a choice either way.” Pushing you down onto your knees with forceful hands, your legs already starting to bruise from the harsh treatment. Gasping at his aggression, but not too shocked by it. One freckled-covered hand moves for his belt, undoing it as his other rests on the back of your head. The loud noises of his belt clinking in front of you filled the room, noticing that it was better than the silence that seemed even louder.

Unzipping his fly and letting his belt and pants lie there, his hand never leaving the back of your head. “C’mon. I shouldn’t have to tell you what to do.” His voice filled your ears, already eating at your actions. Not wanting to disappoint him, you quickly reach out for his pants and pull them down with his boxers. Swallowing dryly when you see all of him, worried you weren’t going to be able to take it all.

“What, are you scared?” Jerome’s voice cut you out of your daze, immediately looking up at him. His voice was condescending, starting to get to your brain. “You can take it, don’t worry, baby.” He brushes a hand through your hair gently, before gripping it tightly making you gasp. With your mouth open, he moves forward and slides into your mouth. Choking immediately, he smirks and stands still for a moment. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, he pouts mockingly before giving in and pulling back slightly. He lets you start moving against him, starting off slow. You take your time in the beginning, never looking away from his eyes. He likes the eye contact you keep with him, still holding a harsh grip on your hair.

Getting annoying with your pace, he starts to move his hips forward, clashing with your movements. Reaching out to stabilize yourself, your hands landing on his thighs and your nails digging into his skin painfully. He groans at the sting, starting to throat fuck you harder, not paying attention to the tears that form in your eyes. His head hits the back of your throat aggressively, his hand holding you still starting to burn your scalp. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

Jerome’s eyes shut tight and he throws his head back in pleasure. His abs clenched as he kept moving, his bicep on his right arm that held you, bulging with how much strength he was using on you. It felt like he was going to pull out strands of your hair, but at this point, it didn’t even matter.

“Can you take it, huh?” Jerome’s raspy voice cut through the air, teasing you. He looked back down at you, watching a tear fall down your cheek. He groans and uses his other hand to wipe it with his thumb and bring it up to his lips to lick it. His hips never relent their abuse on your mouth, too caught up in the pleasure to realize the way he bruised the back of your throat.

Catching him by surprise when you hollow your cheeks around him, his hips stutter and he moans louder than before. “Fuck, Y/N.” His voice is breathless and it raises goosebumps on your body. “Takin’ it like the good girl you are.” His eyes lock onto yours, still moving his hips the same pace as before. When his hand manages to grip your hair even harder and his hips occasionally bucking every now and then, it signaled to you that he was close.

As much as you wanted to pull away to not give him what he wanted because of his what he did to you earlier, he wouldn’t let you move. Stilling inside your mouth as he shakes lightly, he reaches his limit and releases on your tongue. Moaning your name as he calms down, he starts to move out of your mouth. Your throat is scratchy and dry once he forces you to swallow. Your breathing was heavy as your chest rose and fell quickly, looking up at him from your knees.

His smirks widens, laughing softly while looking down at you. His hand loosens his grip and your scalp felt like it could breathe again. Slowly, he strokes your hair and moves his hand under your chin. He holds it gently, keeping you in place. “C’mere, baby.” Jerome puts his hands under your arms and brings you to your feet. Your knees are bruised badly, having to reach out to hold onto his arms tightly before your legs buckled underneath you. He laughs, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist. “You look so good, doll.” His right hand causes goosebumps in its wake as it travels up your body, sliding between your breasts and up to your neck. It rests there for a little while before starting to wrap around your throat. Your mouth opens subconsciously, giving him perfect access to run his pointer and middle finger across your bottom lip.

Your lips were swollen at this point, your mouth being molded to the shape of him. He smiles when you open your mouth just slightly wider, letting his fingers rest on your tongue. You suck on them and hollow your cheeks, watching his adams apple bob lightly. Once he pulls them out, he never takes them away and glides down your bottom lip, coating it in your spit. Bringing up his thumb, he drags the same lip down as he leans forward and meets your tongue with his. Kissing you with only the amount of passion that you weren’t sure you could even handle, sending sparks along your skin. Your hand moves behind his head, trying to push him closer to you and holding onto his hair tightly. He groans into the the mesh of lips and kisses you deeper, his hand around your throat starting to get tighter.

When he pulls away, you grab an intake of air, out of breath from the kiss and Jerome’s hand choking you. He chuckles, squeezing your throat once before letting go. His hand moves up to the back of your head and gently grabs your hair again. You sharply inhale at the pull as Jerome gets closer to you. He leans forward and whispers in your ear, “Get on the bed.” As soon as he lets you go, you follow his orders and lay back on the soft mattress. He mirrors your actions and leans his body over yours, resting his forearms beside your head. Without hesitation, he moves forward and kissed you harshly.

While you were distracted, you didn’t realize one of his hands trailing down your body. Goosebumps rise on your arms when you feel his fingers run through your folds gently. “You want it so bad, huh?” His voice is quiet against your lips, staring into your eyes. They were cold, but still had a flash of fun in them. You nodded eagerly, waiting for any sort of relief that he would give to you. “Still so wet for me.. you’re such a good girl, ya know that? Listen to me so well..” Adding more force to his fingers, your body freezing at the pressure as more heavy exhales escape your slightly parted lips. He smiles and chuckles breathlessly.

Take your hips in his hands suddenly, he grips you tight enough to leave marks as he flips himself over and sits you on his lap. You yell at the fast movement, too caught up in the way his fingers felt to realize his motive.

“Bet ya weren’t expectin’ that, were ya, doll face?” He cackles and grips your thighs strongly. You blush at his words, embarrassed having the scream escape your lips seconds ago. He raises you up your knees by moving your hips up with just enough force, your hands immediately going out to rest on his chest to hold yourself. He smiles the same smile he has been, only wider. “C’mon, you wanted it, didn’t ya?” He smacks your thigh, his dominance never leaving no matter his position.

You nod, not being able to form any words. He hums and smiles, waiting for your next move. You look down and line yourself up with him, slowly starting to sink down. He groans at the feeling as you moan from the stretch, sitting still for a moment to get used to it. “Hurry up, doll. Don’t keep me waiting.” His voice was slightly breathless, smacking your thigh again. The pleasure was getting to him as well as you started to slowly move on him. It was hard to do so, your knees still violently bruised from just minutes before.

“What, can’t do it? I thought you wanted it so badly.” His condescending tone makes you whine in embarrassment, your nails digging into the pale skin of his chest. Harsh red crescent-moon shapes painted his body, brightly contrasted with his white skin. It almost matched with his hair.

“Such a needy girl, having to make me do everything for you.” Jerome sighs and moves your hips up to pull out of you and flips your positions back over again. With you laying underneath him now and him above you, he quickly thrusts back inside you, making you cry out. He smiles widely at the noise, quickly moving his hips against yours again. He groans and never stops his pace, encouraged by your state of pleasure. You grip onto his back as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, bringing him impossibly closer to you. One of his hands rushes down to your thigh, holding it tightly against him.

“Fuck, doll,” His voice shakes slightly as he moans, his headboard hitting the wall behind it aggressively. The sound only spurs him on more, wanting the whole world to know what the two of you were doing. He knew this was wrong, to sleep with the enemy, but every part of his body was telling him it was all he ever needed. He would’ve done anything for you in that moment, feeling more vulnerable than he’s ever had been before. He also knew that if anyone at the GCPD were to find out about this, your job was absolutely done for. But maybe that was a good thing for him, maybe he wanted that so he can keep you to himself.

“Need you to cum, baby.” Jerome whispers in your ear, his groans filling up your hearing. The sound of skin slapping skin interrupted the once silent room, mixing with the severe clashing of the headboard to the wall.

His pace and words bring you to your edge quickly, your body almost failing when the hand that was once on your thigh, inching forward to circle your clit. Moaning loudly, your nails scratch his back, leaving dark red lines in contrast to his pale skin. He responds to the delicious pain, moaning louder in your ear. Signaling to him that you were close, he thrusts faster and harder inside you. As you arch your back in pleasure, his head leans forward and rests on your shoulder. His eyes are squeezed shut in satisfaction, his mouth open in a silent plea of arousal.

“Jerome, I..” Words weren’t put together in your mind, the only thing fogging it up was the man on top of you. He hums and nods quickly, applying more pressure on your clit.

“You’re so close, doll, I can feel it.” He bites your shoulder hard before moving up and whispering in your ear again. “C’mon, I wanna see you come. I bet you look so pretty- fuck. Squeezing me so tight. You feel so good, baby.” He rambles on, opening his eyes to watch your face. Your body starts to shake as your pent up pleasure releases and you follow his orders. He smiles while he watches you, his abs constricting as he gets closer as well. Your eyes start to close tightly, before he moves against you in a particularly hard thrust. “Look at me while you come.” He demands, and you follow through immediately.

You start to grow sensitive as he keeps moving, abruptly stopping when he reaches his peak just seconds after yours. Groaning loudly in your ear, your body shivers at the overpowering noise and he starts to calm down. Both of your chests were breathing fast as you relax from the intense feelings. Once Jerome finds the energy, he pulls out of you and falls down beside you on his bed.

“Fuck, if I knew you were that good in bed, I would’a broke out sooner.” He jokes and laughs once your reach over and slap his chest. “I’m just kiddin’, doll!” His tough arms wrap around your shoulders and bring you close to him. You both lie on each other, still trying to figure out what just happened. He inhales quickly as he starts to play with your messy hair, showing you that he was debating on talking or not.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, your voice still scratchy.

He purses his lips and opens his mouth, internally question whether it would be a good idea or not to tell you. Finally, he makes a snap decision and gives in. “Y’know, when I was in Arkham.. I wrote about’cha in my diary.” He reveals, a soft red tint covering his pale cheeks. He immediately regretted it once he sees a teasing smile form on your face. He rolls his eyes and looks away from you.

“Jerome Valeska has a diary?” You smile and laugh softly, sitting up slightly. He groans with annoyance, unwrapping his arms around you. You grab his chin gently and make him look over at you. “Don’t be embarrassed,” You laugh. “I think it’s cute.” You shrug. Laughing more when he groans again, knowing you were pushing his buttons.

“Shut up, doll face.” He wrestles you over back into a position where you were underneath him again as he hovered over you. “Y’wanna know what else is in there?” Your breath hitches slightly as his voice drops down deeper. “Plans to take over Gotham. I’m gonna run this city, whether anyone likes it or not.” He leans over and whispers in your ear with a threatening voice, making a shiver go down your spine and chills raise on your body. “First, I’m gonna kill Bruce Wayne. And then, I’m gonna go and find my pathetic brother, put him on the tallest building in Gotham City and watch him fall down each floor until his lifeless body hits the ground.” His smile never leaves his face as he talks, showing you that he was excited for his plans. A lump forms in your throat as he speaks, your situation only coming to light now. “And I’d love for you to join me, doll.” He continues. “But that’s a conversation for another day.” He shrugs and gets up, his positive mood already resurfacing. He bends over and grabs his boxers and puts them on. “Why don’t we go see what Jimbo is doin’, huh? I bet he’s freaking out, knowing that I have little ol’ you with me.” Jerome laughs hysterically, throwing his head back.

Realization hits you like a truck as you lay there, on Jerome Valeska’s bed, coming to terms with the fact that you were stuck with him from now on. Living the life of a criminal on Gotham’s streets, forced to turn over a new leaf. You sit paralyzed, too terrified to truly believe it.

“Oh, this is gonna be so much fun, doll face.” Jerome looks back over at you, noticing your frozen position. He smiles maniacally, showing his sharp, white teeth to you.

This was going to be anything but fun…

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I need a part two to that choking channie fic pleasseeee I begggggg

a/n: it's been a week and I cannot come up with the plot for the life of me. but imma write and see where it takes me :p (part 1)

warnings: MDNI 18+, confessions and sex ya know

3.2k words

You have to bite on your lips to keep yourself from smiling. The green-haired man looks like he's seen a ghost as he spots Chris's neck covered in bruises. They're not pretty ones either, mixes of purple and black wrapped like a necklace around his throat.

"A fight with who?" Felix leans forward in his seat as he hears Chris's explanation.

"Some dude just jumped me I dunno," Chris looks down and awkwardly rubs his neck. "Tried taking my wallet."

You take a sip of your drink, trying to do anything as a distraction to keep from laughing. The tip of Chris's ears are red, his lips are shiny from how many times he's licked them, and he can't stop fiddling with his hands. All clear signs that he's lying, or that something's up at the very least. However, it was just Felix who joined you two at the cafe, and he was none the wiser.

Chris and you were supposed to talk about the other night. If it was a drunken mistake or a heat-in-the-moment decision. Felix, god bless his soul, invited himself. Even if his presence wasn't needed, or even wanted, it felt good to have someone familiar with you two. It made the atmosphere lighter rather than discussing sex like a business meeting.

Felix sips on his sugary drink and places the cup down. "Did you call the police?"

"I uhh," Chris's eyes briefly meet yours then back to Felix. "I didn't. I was trying to get out of there."

"Do you remember what he looks like?" His friend can't help but try and pry for more information. "Maybe they could make a sketch or something." You can't help but smile at Felix's persistence. Chris keeps sneaking you looks as a way to ask for help, but you like watching him struggle.

"It was dark." Now that's a good excuse. "Couldn't see a whole lot. And honestly, I don't wanna remember it, freaks me out ya know?"

Felix nods rapidly, understanding. "No, I get it. I don't think I would ever be able to leave my house again. I'm sorry that happened to you, man. If you ever need anything, just let me know."

Chris nods and thanks his friend, a pink shade over his cheeks.

It's not until an hour later that Felix takes his leave. He thanks you both for the company and heads out the door, leaving you two. You erupt into giggles the moment Felix is out of view. "What kind of thief chokes someone like that?"

Chris smiles bashfully, eyes twinkling in a mixture of delight and embarrassment. "I panicked! What else was I supposed to say?" This makes you laugh more, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "I dunno! Maybe the truth?"

Your suggestion makes Chris choke on his coffee. He coughs and reaches for a napkin, dabbing his face. "Fuck no. I'd rather die." He clears his throat and sets the used tissue aside. "I don't think you'd be cool with me telling everyone what we did."

What we did. He makes his sound so scandalous, so wrong. A secret meant for the two of you. And he's right, that's something you wouldn't want to share. Memories flood in from that night, how his skin felt underneath your fingertips and how soft his lips were. You have to force yourself to reach for your drink and take a gulp. The ice numbs your hands for a moment, a stark contrast to how hot Chris felt that night.

"That's fair. Plus I don't think they'd wanna know how you creamed your pants." You say, putting the drink down. Chris's eyes nearly pop from their socket. He covers his face with his hands and groans, "Don't remind me."

His reactions amuse you, and you smile mischievously. "Nah, I think I will. Weren't you begging to cum inside me? Something like 'I don't wanna cum in my pants! You. I wanna cum in you.' No?"

Chris makes a strangled noise, half-shamed and half a warning. "There are people here." You sigh, finally deciding to grant Chris a break. There's a tense silence that hangs over you two. Reciting Chris's desperate moments reminds you of why you've come to the cafe.

His confession.

Fuck, it would be so much easier if Felix just stayed. Neither of you would have to talk about it today, or if at all. Maybe you could just go back to your normal lives where everyone's friends, and nothing more. It's better to live in blissful ignorance than face reality, but it would only be a matter of time before that facade would break.

You clear your throat, "Did you mean it?"

Chris keeps his eyes on his drink playing with the lid, "Mean what?"

"That you love me."

He pops the lid off from the pressure. His hands shakily grab it and place it on the cup, snapping it back into place. "Of course I do. I always tell you that."

Now he's just playing dumb. Rather than seeming shy only minutes ago, there's a nervous air around him. He's unsure of himself and of what you might think. Chris regrets ever opening his mouth, he regrets playing that stupid game.

At the same time, he's glad he did. All those sleepless nights thinking of you changed from physical to something more. Something intimate in ways he didn't dare think about. He doesn't dream of your violent hold, he dreams of your soft one. Not the way your hands wrap around his neck, but how they could intertwine with his hands.

You sigh again, shaking your head. "Chan, that's not the type of love I'm talking about. Can you be honest with me? Please?"

How can he say no to that? Chris finally looks up at you. He wiggles in his seat as if his uncomfortable state comes from his seating position. He opens his mouth and closes it again. He sighs and attempts again, but all that comes out are small squeaks and groans.

Lie. He can hear his insecurity talking. Both of you were drinking, it was just a mistake.

"I..."

Even if it wasn't, would she really be okay being with a friend? What if she grows bored of me? What if I have nothing to give other than my body?

That can't be true. Why else would you be here? Sitting patiently, watching Chris struggle internally with himself. There's no judgment on your face, no anger or disgust as you wait. If you didn't want to know Chris's true feelings, you wouldn't have asked in the first place.

"Honestly, I've loved you for a long time now." He said it. There, he did it. His heart beats quickly in his chest, it feels like it might explode. Chris needs to spit it out before his adrenaline runs out. "I don't know when I don't think there was like...a specific moment when I knew. But I know now, and I just...really really love you. Like a lot. I'm sorry that…" he takes a breath. "I'm sorry that you found out so...weirdly. But yeah... So yeah. Sorry"

You blink a few times, trying to remember how to speak. "Don't," you shake your head. "Don't be sorry. It was a little weird finding out that way, but it's nothing to apologize for. I never thought you'd think of me that way."

Chris cocks his head to the side, "Why not?"

Being put on the spot makes your stomach churn, but it's only fair you experience the same feeling Chris did moments ago. "Oh, you know. I'm just me." You play with the near-empty cup in your hands. "I don't think there's much to me. I just don't get why someone like you would be interested."

"Someone like me?"

"Yeah," you sit up straighter in your seat. "You're so...beautiful. Inside and out." Chris squirms from the compliment, but it makes you smile. "You are! Chan, you really are. I don't think you get how good of a person you are. Knowing that a soul like yours likes mine is unbelievable."

Chris can't take the consistent praise. He turns red, "What kind of a good person likes being choked?"

You throw your head back and laugh, thankful for the comedic break in tension. "Hey, I never said you weren't a freak." Chris returns the laugh, his eyes mirroring moon crescents as he smiles at you. It feels good, even if you wanted to run and hide in the beginning, to be open with him. Someone you've befriended for years, someone you trust.

Someone who could quite possibly be your lover.

"But seriously," you go back to your serious tone. "You are...amazing."

You can tell Chris wants to deflect, to tell you that you're wrong. But he silences his nagging voice and nods, "Thank you. You're not too bad yourself."

"Ah, I'd hope not," you beam at him. "So when are you gonna ask me out?"

The sudden boldness makes Chris jump, a nervous laugh escaping him. "I...You want me to?" He's surprised to see you look excited as you nod, biting your lower lip, "Yup." You add on after a few beats. "To turn you down of course."

He laughs again, though it's more relaxed. "Guess I have no choice then." Chris chews on his lower lip, debating on how to begin.

He decides to start with your name. "...Will you be my girlfriend now until the unseeable future?"

You giggle at his dramatization, "Absolutely. You still want to cum inside me?"

"Oh absolutely."

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Neither of you make it back to his place. All it took was Chris to place his hand on your thigh and it was over. He had pulled over somewhere on the side with no lights before turning the car off. The sound of the engine dying was replaced by the wet sound of your lips meeting.

You don't think there's any way you could get over how nice Chris feels against you. Even if the backseat is crowded, it only creates the golden opportunity to be flush against his broad chest. the position is familiar with you on top, but everything feels entirely different.

Chris isn't scared to touch you this time, he doesn't hold back moaning into your mouth when you grind on his cock, and he absolutely cannot shut up about how much he's wanted this.

"If you make me cum my pants again, I think imma lose it." His hips buck into yours to chase the pressure. You decide that you don't want that either and lift your hips just enough for Chris to shimmy his pants down and pull his cock from his boxers.

It's already dripping, red at the tip, and twitching uncontrollably. He gives himself a few pumps, but you quickly smack his hand away almost offendedly.

"That's my job," you huff. Chris only smiles when you look down to dribble spit on his cock, grabbing the base before stroking it upwards. His smile falters into a look of pleasure, eyebrows knitting together. He groans when you slide your thumb over his slit, collecting his early release.

Your hips mimic your hand movements as if you're riding him. The desire pooling in your stomach stains your underwear and leaks down your thighs. You can't help yourself as you bring the head of his cock to your clothed core, tapping it against your cunt.

Chris's arousal leaves wet strings where his cock and your cunt meet. He gives your lips a final kiss before looking down at your soiled underwear and his flushed dick. "Fuck," he moans. "That's so hot. How wet are you?"

Rather than telling him, you pull your underwear to the side to show. The interior lights of the car show your glistening cunt, how your pussy's swollen and dripping. Chris groans at the sight, moving a hand from your waist to touch you. He rubs his fingers in circles and dips them down, collecting your arousal and smearing it on your engorged clit.

"I'm so wet," you finally answer in a breathy voice. "I need it in me bad." Chris lifts his head to meet your eyes darkened in arousal. His lips quirked upwards in a smirk, "Yeah? How bad?" You place his tip onto your bare cunt, sliding his fat head up and down yourself. "Don't make me beg," you tut. "That's your job."

Chris laughs and nods, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. "You're right. Let me feel that pretty pussy baby."

You kiss him back in response, keeping your lips lazily on his as your guide his cock low enough to catch your entrance. You angle your hips higher and slowly sink down. Chris rubs soothing circles on your clit to help with the stretch. He knows his cock can be rather unbearable in the beginning.

But it feels so good to have him open you up. Even if it leaves a slight burning sensation in your pussy, you like fucking yourself with just his tip. If you're not careful, you could cum just like this. It would be easier, just clenching around his head and letting his hand play with your folds. But the thought of creaming around his entire length encourages you to sink further down.

Chris's hand falters at your cunt. He closes his eyes and sighs as you take more inches of him. He moans and tilts his head back, shivering when you've fully seated on him.

His exposed bruised neck sends shivers down your spine. It's like he's begging for you to mark him more, to put his entire self in your hands. Your hands trail up to his torso, his chest, before reaching his throat. You can not only see but feel how his breath catches in his throat. He peeks an eye open to see what you'll do.

Against your better judgment, you tighten your grip around his neck as you pick your hips up. His girth slides out of you a few inches more sliding back down. Chris's throat acts as leverage as you fuck yourself on him.

He hums under you, making your fingers vibrate. His hands grip the fat of your ass, squeezing and trying to get you to ride faster. "Fuck me baby," he grunts out. "Use my cock." Chris's raspy voice sends shivers down your spine.

Without thinking, you pick up your pace. Hips slamming on his in wet consecutive slaps as you fuck yourself on him. A particular thrust of Chris makes you whine. He hit the deepest parts of you roughly, a tingling sensation spreading throughout your lower half.

"Fuck," you gasp out. One of your hands moves down to his shoulder for better grip. You lean back slightly to force Chris's length to hit that gummy spot you swear has your pussy seeing stars.

The material of your shirt does little to conceal your breasts that bounce beneath. Chris's eyes lock onto the sight, and he moves his hands from your waist to underneath your bra. His fingers find your pebbled nipple easily and he tugs at it.

Your hips still for a moment as he gives attention to your chest and he takes this opportunity to fuck up into you harder.

Chris quickly grabs the bottom of your shirt and lifts it to your mouth.

"Bite."

You obey immediately, and Chris goes to work spilling your tits from your bra. He watches as your mounds move with the motion of your hips. You can see his tongue poke out hungrily, but he makes no move to bury his face in your chest. It doesn't take a genius to find out why though, and you finally release his neck from your grip to reach for the headrest from the front.

Chris's lips instantly find your tits, tongue licking and swirling around your bud. His hands return to your hips and he leans forward to get better access to where you both connect. You can hear him panting just below your chin, the grunts and groans as he holds your nipple between his teeth.

Your legs wrap around his lower back now that they have room to move, and you bring him closer.

"Imma cum," it's a muffled, weak voice you announce in, but Chris only finds it endearing. He pops off your breasts with a wet smack! and looks up at you, sweat dripping down his forehead. "Yeah? Gonna cum all over my fat cock?" You nod mindlessly, the hand on his shoulder reaching up to pull on his hair. "You promith to cum in me Chan? Pleath I need you to cum inthide me."

Chris laughs at your slurred, muffled speech, "Of course, I promise baby." To make a point, he starts lifting your weight off his cock before slamming you back down. You cunt quivers and drools over him and the car, but you only spread your legs more to give him a better entrance.

Now that Chris can use you like a fleshlight properly, you trail your hand from the back of his head to your dipping folds to rub and flick. He feels your walls squeeze from your ministrations, and he moans in your neck. You have to keep your back arched so it doesn't hit the middle console, but Chris does most of the work by keeping you somewhat upright.

"Gonna cum in your tight pussy. Mmm, gonna give it to you all."

His announcement makes you tighten around him, your pussy locking him in so nothing drips out. "Fuck yesh," you bite into your shirt harder in anticipation. The increasing tingling sensation builds into warmth pooling your belly. All you can feel is constant pressure and how your shirt has started collecting your drool.

Your legs snap against Chris's waist and your hips try to escape his relentless thrusts when you cum. It's overwhelming and blinding, but Chris keeps a harsh grip on your hips when you try to twist away. You can't even play with your clit from how sensitive you got, and you use that wet hand to push against his chest.

The material between your teeth falls, and you hear Chris tsk in feigning disappointment. It takes too much energy to even speak, let alone hold something between your teeth. All you can manage are breathless moans and pathetic mewls.

Chris's own high isn't too far behind you. He groans at the hotness in your cunt, the way he can feel your orgasm leaking onto his cock. Your walls are unbelievably soft and slick. Relaxed enough to let Chris fuck you as he pleases while maintaining a tight embrace that he pumps his cum in.

His arousal floods your pussy along with consecutive moans. His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he stills his hips. Chris's deep grunts combined with his high-pitched squeaks make you whine in return.

Then he pumps slowly but with harsh thrusts. It makes your body jolt and tighten, shivering from his warm cum and how he fucks it deeper inside of you. Chris lifts his head to look at your drooly lips, then your hazy eyes.

He hums with satisfaction at your fucked out expression and kisses you passionately. It's a stark contrast to his cock that's pouring his seed into you relentlessly. Your lips cave and your head falls slightly back from the weight of the kiss.

Chris licks alongside your bottom lip, mixing your salvias'. He wants to ensure he shares every part of himself with you. Down to the spit he mingles in your mouth to the sticky slick between your thighs. A reminder that he's yours, and you're his.

Now, until the unseeable future.

a/n: if you read this then I love you and I really wanna give you head jkjkfj but here's the 2nd part hope ya liked iittttt

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cinnoasch · 21 days

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Charmed [2] (March x Reader)

A/N: Here is part 2! Once again extremely fun to write. I have received requests and am working on them, so they will be out soon! Story under the cut!

Charmed [1] Here

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March runs a hand through his hair as he tosses another balled up piece of paper behind him. He had already finished his orders for today and now he was hunched over his desk, drawing. Papers are scattered across the desk, many of them have scribbles across them or large X’s drawn on them. He knew what you had said, that you didn’t care if his drawing was good or not. But to him, it mattered. Everything he did, he put his best foot forward. It had to be perfect.

“Woah, it’s like a tornado came through here.”

March glances behind him. “Oh, hey Ryis.”

“Hey.” Ryis replies, walking into the shop. He approaches the back of the shop, peeking over March’s shoulder. “Oh…those aren’t blueprints.”

March jolts and in a frenzy pushes all the papers and pencils off his desk. He looks up at Ryis, face burning in embarrassment. “...there was no point in me doing that, huh? You saw?”

Ryis grins, chuckling. “Yeah, I saw. So, I’m guessing things went well last week?”

“...I mean I guess.” March mumbles. “The only thing that’s not going well is this.” He gestures at the state of the room. “I can’t believe I’m saying this… but I’d rather work on nails than this.”

“It’s troubling you that much?” Ryis asks. He picks up a few papers off of the ground, looking at each of them. “These aren’t bad, you’re definitely progressing.”

“Yeah… but it’s not perfect.”

“It doesn’t need to be.” Ryis replies. He sets the small stack down on the table, and the portrait you gave March catches his attention. “Hm, don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like that.”

“Trust me, you’re not the only one.” March says as he leans back in his chair. He sighs slightly, his gaze wanders over to the portrait. “...I don’t want to give them something half-assed. Not after receiving something like that.”

“I get that. You want to give them something that invokes the same feeling you had, right? In my opinion, I don’t think it has to be a drawing. As long as it’s from the heart, I think that makes all the difference.”

“From the heart?”

Ryis nods, “Mhm. Just think about it. You’ll figure it out.” He gives a wave as he walks out of the shop. “See ya.”

“What the hell…?” March shakes his head. He stands up, stretching slightly. From the heart…? What did that even mean?

When you drew that portrait, was that from the heart? Heat slowly rises on his cheeks and March pushes that thought away. It was embarrassing to think about. Even more so, it was embarrassing to think about how happy he was whenever he looked at it.

March already knew why that was. Even Ryis had mentioned it last week. Was it because of these feelings that he wanted to give you something that expressed that? Something that was perfect?

Just then the shop door opens and Valen walks in, greeting him. “Good morning March. My, it looks like you’ve been busy. Practicing drawing, I see.”

His face turns red as he quickly starts gathering the papers and pencils off the ground and tucks them away in the desk drawer. He clears his throat, leaning against the desk. “Did you need something, Valen?”

“Yes, actually. I’m in need of some new medical tools. My old ones have dulled considerably.”

“Okay, I’ll get on it.”

“Thank you, March.” Then Valen adds, “You look…distracted. Is there something on your mind?”

March blinks a couple of times, then he sighs. “...sort of.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“Don’t you want me to get started on your tools?”

Valen smiles. “Those can wait. Go on, tell me what’s on your mind. Maybe I can help.” She leans against the wall, waiting for March to respond.

“...If you wanted to give someone a gift…” March starts slowly. “What would you give them?”

“Hmm, that depends on the person I’m giving the gift to. Though I assume you’re giving something to a certain someone… say Y/N, for instance?”

“You…better not say anything to them.”

Valen chuckles, “I won’t, you don’t have to worry about that. Let’s see here…” She hums in thought. “Ah, well why don’t we rely on your strong suit then? Y/N did mention in passing that they recently lost a bracelet of theirs while in the mines. Maybe you could do something with that?”

“A bracelet?” He mumbles. He did recall a copper band that dangled off of your wrist, though you haven’t been wearing it as of late if he remembered correctly. “I could make them a new one… maybe silver?”

“I think that would be a perfect gift.”

March nods in agreement, “Thanks, Valen.” He takes a seat at his desk, grabbing a pencil and a blank sheet of paper from the drawer. He glances back at her. “I’ll have your tools done soon, promise.”

She lightly smiles. “I’m not in a rush to get them, so no worries. Good luck, March.” With that, Valen leaves the shop.

March starts to sketch out a few designs. It was no different than working on blueprints. He could do this. This could be just the thing that would tell you exactly what he wanted you to know.

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Friday night rolls around and March walks into the inn, fiddling with the finished silver bracelet in his apron pocket. Now that the day was finally here, he was slightly nervous. Did he go overboard with this? The past few days he had been working on the bracelet, even starting from scratch at some points because he wasn’t satisfied with it. Yesterday he had finally finished it though, the bracelet adorned with a few gems he bought from Balor, as well as some small designs March added himself. It was just some flowers and leaves, though he had to admit adding them was harder than he thought, especially on such a small piece of metal.

Would you like it? Hell, would you even accept it?

“March!”

The sound of Olric’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts. “Come on over, we’re waiting for you, bro!”

March makes his way towards the back of the inn, seeing that he was the last one to arrive. You’re standing in front of the table, your assortment of tools on the ground beside you. Elise, Hayden, Landen and Valen chat amongst themselves, greeting March when he reaches the table. He takes a seat next to Olric and Elise claps her hands together.

“Alright, now that we’re all here, we can get started! Now, as we all know, Y/N has offered to be our model for tonight. I see you have all your tools with you.”

You nod with a smile. “I figured you guys might ask me to do different poses so I thought I might as well bring some props along.”

“Oh, can you pose with the pickaxe first?” Olric asks. “Like you’re in the mines!”

“Then the ax next.” Landen adds with a grin.

As everyone continues to give out suggestions, March rests his arm on the table, lost in his thoughts once again. He hated feeling nervous. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to, hell he rarely ever felt nervous until you moved into town. But at the same time, March felt excited. He never gave someone a gift that was this special, let alone someone he liked. Yes, liked. He was certain of this now. He liked you.

“March?”

He blinks, seeing you wave a hand in front of him. “What?”

“Did you have a suggestion?”

“Uh, no…” He replies, glancing away from you. “Let’s just…get started.”

With that, the group gets to drawing, small conversations popping up here and there. Mainly about your adventures, how you were liking life on the farm, the drawings you brought to show.

“Oh, Y/N. May I ask you a question?” Valen speaks up.

“Yeah, sure!” You smile, leaning on your pickaxe.

“This drawing here.” She says, pointing at one of the papers on the table. “This is the bracelet you mentioned before, right? The one you lost in the mines earlier this week.”

You take a few steps forward, nodding. “Mhm, that's the one! Actually that was given to me before I set off on my first adventure, a present from someone in my hometown.”

“Oh, was it your lover by any chance?” Elise asks.

March lifts his head slightly at that question as you laugh, waving your hands in front of your face. “No, nothing like that. Just a childhood friend of mine.”

“Childhood friends! That reminds me of one of my romance novels. Do you still keep in touch with them?”

“Here and there. We send each other letters every now and then.”

“Do you ever think about going home?” Landen asks. “You must miss it.”

“I do…” You say. “But, I definitely think Mistria’s a place I can call home now.” Your gaze wanders over to March as you continue, your eyes meeting. “The charm of the town, you all…I guess I just fell in love.”

Valen chuckles, “I’m glad to hear that. I’m sure everyone agrees that you’ve become an important part of Mistria now.” She then glances at you and March, posing another question. “That reminds me. Y/N, I had an… acquaintance, we’ll say, ask me what I would give someone if I were to give them a gift. I told them it depended on the person, what do you think?”

You turn your attention to her, thinking for a few seconds. “Well, I do agree that it depends on the person. The gift has to fit their personality or things that they like. But, I do think as long as the gift is meaningful, it still holds value.”

Valen hums in response, smiling as March also turns his gaze towards her. “So…if the gift was homemade and… let’s say from the heart. Would you accept it?”

“I would.” You laugh a bit. “Are we still talking in hypotheticals here? These questions are awfully specific.”

“Of course. I was just curious.”

March lets out a small sigh of relief. He was never telling Valen anything ever again.

Your conversation continues as you continue posing and switching out your tools. Eventually, everyone finishes their drawings and just like last time you go around the table showing them.

All of them had little details added here and there, whether it be crops, animals, even rocks. But each of them had their own appeal. And now came March’s drawing.

“March, your turn.” Valen says.

March slides his drawing to the middle of the table then crosses his arms as he mumbles. “I wasn’t finished with it yet… but there you go.”

You all take a look at the drawing. You could definitely tell that he improved, even if you only had a tiny glance at the drawing club’s work when they first started. You notice he drew you while you leaned on your pickaxe, a soft smile on your face. It was heartwarming, and carefully drawn.

You nod smiling. “I really like how you drew the expression here. Soft, warm. You put a lot of practice in, huh?”

March’s face heats up as you stare at him. He avoids your gaze, looking at the ground. “I just had spare time on my hands, that’s all.”

“Well, keep at it. I want to see a complete drawing one day.” You reply. Then you begin packing up your tools, turning your attention to the rest of the group. “This was fun! I’d love to join again next time.”

“You’re always welcome here, Y/N. You’ve made these past two Friday nights very enjoyable.” Valen says. “Are you heading back to the farm now?”

“Yep, early day and all. Good night everyone!”

They all say their goodbyes as you leave the inn and March hurries after you, drawing in hand.

“Y/N, wait a sec.”

You turn as you stand beside Balor’s cart, seeing March jog up to you. “Hey, March. I didn’t forget anything did I?”

“Well, one thing.” He says, handing you his drawing. “You wanted to keep it right?”

“Oh, right!” You take it, tucking it away carefully in your backpack. “You could’ve given it to me tomorrow, but thank you.”

March nods, then he hesitates with his next question. “You’re welcome… uh, can I walk back with you to the farm?”

“Oh, um, sure.”

You turn on your heel as March follows behind you silently. Within a few minutes you arrive in front of your house.

“Thanks for walking with me, March.” You say with a small smile. “Well, good night.”

“W-wait!”

You freeze as your hand hovers over the door handle and you look at March.

“I…” He averts his gaze as he pulls out a silver bracelet from his apron pocket. “This is for you.”

You stare at the bracelet, watching as the moonlight reflects off of it. The gems on it sparkle and you can see small flowers and leaves carved on it. “Did you make this…?”

“Yeah… I heard about you losing your old one, so I just thought you might like a new one.”

“Oh, so you’re the acquaintance Valen was talking about!” You laugh. “I was wondering why you seemed so interested in the conversation.”

March scoffs slightly. “She just happened to visit the blacksmiths and mentioned it.”

“Uh-huh… you are a bad liar, March.”

“… are you going to take it or not?” He sighs.

“Can you put it on for me?” You ask.

March freezes for a second but to your surprise he takes your wrist with one hand, and slips the bracelet on with the other. You were joking when you had asked but you didn’t think that March would actually comply.

“Mhm, perfect fit.” March mumbles quietly. He begins fiddling with the bracelet, turning it around your wrist.

“Uh…March?” You speak up.

He doesn’t respond, though you do see a small smile appear on his face. Then suddenly, he lets go of your wrist, stuffing his hands in his pockets quickly. He clears his throat, “Sorry, I was just… making sure it wouldn’t slip off.”

“It’s okay.” You reply. You chuckle slightly as you smile. “Say, if I made you a matching pair, would you wear it? Ah, but it might get in the way when you work… what about a ring then?”

Then your eyes widen as you quickly realize what you had said. You laugh nervously, averting your gaze. “I mean, you probably wouldn’t-”

“If it’s from you, I’ll wear it.”

You look at March, the moonlight illuminates your surroundings so you can see the blush that appears on his face.

“W-what?” He asks. “Why do you look so surprised?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to say something like that is all…but if you’ll wear it, I’ll make it.” You reply as you look at the bracelet on your wrist. You smile gently as you hold your arm up, letting the light reflect off of the silver band. “I love it, March. Thank you again. I think this is the best present I’ve gotten in a while.”

March only nods, staring at you quietly. In his mind, he could make this moment better, if he just closed the gap between you two. He could hear his heart beating, loud and fast, almost as if it would jump out of his chest. If he made that move, would you reciprocate? Would things change between you if you didn’t? He was aware of how unfriendly he was at first when you moved into town, but slowly you somehow changed that. You had undeniably charmed him.

His gaze flickers to your lips. If he couldn’t say it in words…actions would do just fine, right? Screw it. March gently takes your wrist and lowers it, his hand slides down to hold yours. Then he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. It was quick, chaste, and it was over just as quickly as it happened.

March pulls away, the blush on his face even more apparent now. You’re still trying to process everything, not quite believing what has happened.

“Um…I guess I’ll see you later.” He mumbles quietly, letting go of your hand.

He was slowly regretting going based off of instinct, but in his mind, it felt like the right thing to do. The perfect thing to do in a moment like that.

March begins to walk away, leaving you standing alone in front of your house. But you call out to him and he turns around, seeing you smile.

“I feel the same way.”

He returns the smile, laughing slightly. He doesn’t say anything, only giving a wave as he walks off. He knew you’d visit him tomorrow to talk. His smile only grows larger as he walks home, a slight bounce in his step. A smile that was carefully depicted in a portrait. A smile that everyone had mentioned never seeing on March. A smile of someone slowly falling in love.

#fields of mistria #fields of mistria x reader #fom march #fom march x reader #march x reader

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tiyoin · 7 months

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“floyd you fucking dick” was all you said when you entered his house. a plastic bag in hand as you looped the car keys around your neck.

the house, bigger than jade’s didn’t have the same aesthetic. instead of presten marble floors, there was black quartz with white streaks and blobs. the house almost reminded you of a deep sea palace instead of a mansion with all it’s colors, architecture, and furniture.

his furniture was all brand new, and there were different family pictures lining the grandiose staircase. mounted in the teal wall were big photos, large photos, and even larger photos.

all leading up to the statement piece of a painted family portrait. from the quick glance in jade’s house, he had one too. yet it was only of him and his wife, while floyd’s was of him, his father, his mother, and jade.

no wife.

“ne, it’s not nice to barge in shrimpy, don’t ya think?” you heard his voice echo from somewhere in the house.

rolling your eyes, your footsteps thundered through the house as you stormed upstairs. you couldn’t help but feel angry. but there were too many things to be angry about. you were angry at floyd for setting this up when he knew about jade. you were angry at his wife, which you shouldn’t be because she’s his wife, which technically makes you the other women. and more than anything, you were angry at jade. for moving on, for doing nothing, for letting her touch him like that…

you clenched and unclenched your hand, now standing in front of the golden lined portrait.

from the looks of it, this was taken years ago, when they were younger. maybe 3 years ago? you weren’t sure. but you were able to make some sharp inferences.

like the ring on jade’s finger, the bags under his eyes, the slight dishevel of his hair.he looked horrible, but to the untrained eye, he looked perfect.

calculating eyes that stared into your soul. it felt like even here he had some kind of hold on you. sly smile, the one he’d get while screwing someone over. and his sharpened jawline only seemed to make the dangerous man all the more siren like.

you lost your grip on your bag, yet that didn’t seem to matter to you as you drank up every flaw, every imperfection the leech brother had. you weren’t sure if you were greedy- after all, you were listing over a married man. yet there was some small part of you that wanted to make sure everything was still there. that he hadn’t changed.

the stray hair in his eyebrow was gone, the slight sneer in his smile was gone- his heterochromia eyes, the thing you loved about him the most- seems almost dull. not full of life and wonder like they were in highschool.

he looked… different.

you frowned.

eyes looking down to the golden plaque on the bottom of the painting. ‘Leech Family’ is what it said, below that it listed all their names.

and yet… “irene is her name”

gasping from shock, you stumbled back towards the painting and saw ja- no, floyd.

floyd was grinning like a sea-urchin as his eyes flicked over your tensed body. “hehe, i forgot how fun you were y/n”

sending his good well, you let your shoulder untighten- only a little bit, as you were in floyd leeches house. alone.

and who knew what would happen.

“what happened to shrimpy?” you fought the cracks in your voice as you cleared your throat, your turn to study him.

you couldn’t tell if he grew taller as he was usually leagues above you in the height department. his hair was still messy, but in a cool, slicked back way… and yet, he wore nothing but red plaid pj pants and an off-white shirt which you knew costed much more than the money you had in your pocket.

his smile sharpened, nothing but pure glee on his features as he stalked closer. “ehh? wasn’t it you who told me to stop calling you that?” he raised his eyebrow in faux thought. even though his finger was tapping against his chin, you could tell from his leering that he wasn’t remotely serious.

“yeah, but that was years ago. and things change”

“like jade?” he stopped once you started craning your head to see him.

“like jade…” you finished softly. unable to meet his unnerving gaze, you ran a hand through your hair, yet every time you tried pushing the strands away from your hair your fingers would get tangled. like a mess of limbs in the sheets-

“heh, shrimpy looks worse than me” his teasing voice softened a bit. although you kept your gaze down, you tried watching his shadow through the floor, tried looking for his reflection-

yet there wasn’t one from how dark, the cold marble was.

a tingle shot through your arms as you felt a large, warm hand on yours. as gently as the merman could, he worked on untangling your hair from your hand. he’d pick at your scalp, caress your locks, even encase his hands over yours.

he’d move your head in every which way as he worked. but he made sure the last view you had was of him, smiling down at you. there was a crinkle on the side of his mouth, one that came with age. yet floyd couldn’t have been past 25. and mermen were known to have fantastic skin.

gripping your wrists, you flinched, eyes looking up towards the crown of your head before returning back to his.

slowly, he lifted them up over your head, his smile never quite waivering. you knew he could sense the internal panic in your bones, the frozen response in your muscles nothing new to him you realized.

thinking about high school days while you were about to get pinned to the wall was counterproductive. gasping a little when your hands made contact with the painting, you stared holes into his exposed collar bone.

he stayed there for a second before he spread your arms. slowly, he lowered them, extended, to your sides. each movement was slow, sensual. intimate.

you shook your heads from the cobwebs.

“eh, seems like you’re in your own little world again” you looked back at his face. the same gleeful expression was still there, yet his teeth were shining through the gaps in his lips.

once he reached your hips he stopped. looking down at you trapped in his gaze.

“i’m glad you’re back y/n” he said, eyes softening just a bit. you could tell he meant it, as someone like floyd was too genuine to lie. too bored to keep up with charades to trick you.

still, you tried budging, tried leaving his grip. yet with every struggle his smile only seemed to grow sharper and grip tighter.

unable to break free from him, you sighed. craning your neck to look at the painting behind you, you stared at him. at jade.

“not sure if i can say the same…”

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i don’t think you guys understand how devious floyd is in this mini series. cause oh my god. even tho i wrote this as i came up with it, there’s definitely a few itchings of foreshadowing 😝

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i tagged the people who seemed interested in another part. lmk if you want to be removed/ added

i also think this is trash and a quickly put together scenario but i’ll definitely add, and revamp it at a later time

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Really Drives Me Mad | Bfs Dad!Eddie Munson x Reader | 18+

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With his faded tats

Sings in a cover band

Yeah he's super hot with his ripped dad bod

Oh my, oh my god

I like Dylan a lot

But oh god I love Dylan's dad

Word Count: 6k

y'all loved part 1 so I cooked this up for ya <3

Summary: You just fucked your boyfriend's dad...now what?

Warnings: voyeurism, slight confrontation, light fluff, but lotsa dirt

“Sweetheart. Wake up. Wake up.” Strong hands grip your shoulders, you feel light kisses decorate your shoulder into your neck tickling your skin and you find yourself giggling awake. “Wake up.”

Eddie’s face comes into view, and his worry lines are accentuated, and hairs standing on your arms tell you something was off. “Hmm?”

Before Eddie could even tell you what was going on Dylan bursts through his bedroom door. “Dad, have you seen—” he stops mid sentence, scanning the room quickly, you naked in Eddie’s sheets, same as his dad, and you can see the moment it clicks, his face moving from concerned to angry in a split second. “What the fuck—”

Eddie interrupts him, the white sheet around his hips he had held together by one fist completely unhelpful to his case. “Dylan—”

“No, what the fuck, guys?” He switches his glance to you, and the anger melts as the hurt seeps through. “Seriously. I-I really cared about you. I mean I knew you were too good for me, but my dad? You fucked? My dad?”

Still on Eddie’s bed, still naked, you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

His eyes flicker back to Eddie, the anger coming back to the surface. “Seriously? Hooking up with my girlfriend? Yeah sure, she cheated but you’re supposed to be my fucking father!” His teeth grits together, a mist appearing behind his eyes. “Fuck you both. I’m out of here.”

He storms out of the room, and you wrap a sheet around you to follow him. Eddie lets his sheet drop to stop you. “Move.” You tell him, staring at him dead in the eyes.

“No.” You roll your eyes, wrapping yourself tighter in the sheet, feeling self conscious now.

“I need to go talk to him…I-I have to apologize.” You look around hopelessly, wondering where the silk pajamas you were so eager to take off were now hiding, and tears threaten to escape your eyes and the sniffles are not too far behind.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He holds your face, catching a tear that falls. You refuse to look him in the eye, knowing just one look will make you melt. “Let him settle down.”

“Did you see the look on his face?” You whisper, finally reaching Eddie’s eyes.

He gulps, placing a solid kiss onto your forehead. “I did.” He hums and tugs you into a hug and you realize it’s the first physical touch he’s given you that wasn’t remotely sexual. His chin rests on your head and you tuck yourself into him, and it was hard to stop the tears from coming in from the guilt.

He leans back again, hushing you softly. “Sweetheart…” he started, catching your attention with the intention behind his tone. “Even if we didn’t do anything this morning, do you think you could’ve held back for very much longer?” Your head shakes no in the grip he held your chin in. “I would’ve given us another week, maybe, tops.” He leans in to steal your lips in a sweet kiss, one that sent butterflies invading your tummy.

“So, we would’ve ended up hurting him anyway?” You ask, the idea sour in your mind.

“I’m saying I wish you didn’t go to that mixer. Wish I could’ve met you at a bar, or a coffee shop…maybe things wouldn’t be so messy.” His fingers are lightly resting on the back of your neck, thumbs framing your face. You smile at the idea, thinking in some alternate universe Dylan didn’t have to end up in the crossfires.

Your eyes start to scan the floor looking for clothes, anyway. “I still want to apologize.” You sit on his bed, reaching down for the floor to find where the hell you tossed the two-piece off to.

Eddie sits next to you, now in a pair of boxer shorts. “Sweetheart.” He calls for your attention, you grunt, annoyed. “Baby.” You start to get frustrated, the pajamas no where near in sight. “Y/N.” You freeze at the use of your name, leaning up to see what he had wanted. “Give him time. He won’t be ready for apologies. He probably doesn’t want to see your face right now.”

Eddie gently takes some hair sitting on your shoulder, and a shudder ripples through you as it tickles as it glides across behind your back. “You know who does want to see your face?” He leans in to kiss your shoulder, his tongue feeling tempting in your skin as he moved up your neck. “To see it all bent back as I make you feel good?”

You moan lightly, warning Eddie this was not the best time for that. He grabs hold of your chin, turning it towards him swiftly before capturing your lips in a dirty, wet kiss. His hand rested heavily at the top of your thigh, you were still wrapped in his sheet, so it wasn’t really touching your skin but the weight of it earned a meek whimper out of you.

Eddie pulls away, and your eyes are clouded in lust as you stare with your mouth half open at him. The sheet drops from one of your shoulders, grabbing onto his face to pull him again. You’d already forgotten how delicious of a kisser he was. Your tongue swipes at this bottom lip, asking for access, to which he moans and grants immediately.

He reaches around you, yanking off the sheet with zest. “Lemme see that gorgeous body of yours.” He mutters, continuing to kiss you, his callused hands sweeping over. They worked like magic, as they moved along it was like he transformed goosebumps onto you. One hand lands on one of your tits, and he pulls apart just so he can watch the way your nipple perks up at the touch of him playing with it. He watches as your breathing grows shallower.

A crooked smile slowly inches across his face, watching your eyes close as he experiments with just the smallest of touches making you fall apart. He leans in, delicately placing his tongue on it, the touch sending a ripple straight to your core. As he watches he just can’t help himself, his teeth grazing the peak and you let out a small wine as you start to lay on your back.

It only encourages him, sucking on the bead and the surrounding areola through his teeth, and as he pulls back to watch his work, he sees the forming of a mark. His brown eyes overblown with lust, an idea forming in his head. He licked the distance from your mound to your neck, the touch of it exuding pure pleasure through your body and your legs shake from it. “Mine.” He whispers, and suddenly the same motion he used on your tit is on your neck, and he worked his teeth and tongue on you, the pain and pleasure mixed together earning more involuntary mewls out of you. “All mine.” He makes his way across your neck, spending time making sure each spot gets its own mark.

By the time he’s on the other side of your neck your thighs are squeezed together, wanting some relief to the heat that has pooled in your cunt. He finally pulls back, and the beginnings of the hickeys that are forming give him a sense of satisfaction he couldn’t possibly describe. “There. All marked and claimed.”

The sentence drives you wild, and you reach up for him. “Kiss me again.”

A guff of laughter escapes his mouth from the desperation in your voice, but he does as you plead, anyway, the sound of your breathless, fucked out voice just from his tongue and teeth across your neck going straight to his cock. As his tongue his yours again the want to touch him spreads through you like wildfire and you reach out to palm him, and your mouth muffles the choked-out moan.

Your hand moves up and into his boxers, fisting him and the weight of his cock in your hand makes you suddenly desperate for more.

“Need you inside me.” You gasp, letting go and pulling the boxers down to reveal his pretty cock. Your legs automatically find their way around his hips, and he stutters as the force of you pulling him in startles him.

“Fuck, baby.” He stutters out, the desperation in you too hot to handle. He leans into your ear, his chest against your own and the skin-on-skin contact makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. He finally places his two fingers on your clit, massaging lightly but enough to finally give you some release. “You want me to fuck you again? Pound you?”

You nod desperately, and Ed keeps massaging your clit, making sure you were prepared for him to fuck you senseless like he had planned. Your legs fall from his hips desperately, his expert fingers only moving enough to give you a hint of what you wanted but still giving some relief. Eventually he scoops of some of the slick gathered around your entrance and coats his cock in it, the glisten of it reminding Eddie of pure sin. Fuck, he couldn’t go another fucking second without being in you.

He guides his cock into your entrance, and the guttural moan that involuntarily escapes your lips is the best sound in the world. Maybe next time he could record it and make it his text tone.

Your legs wrap around his hips again, nuzzling your nose to inhale the scent you’ve already memorized but couldn’t get enough of. “Your cock…fuck. So good.” You whisper, and the words can’t seem to come out at how fucking full he made you feel.

“Your tight pussy, baby.” He grunts out, his voice gruff in your ear. “God, I could make a religion for it.” You giggle at this, and the way your pussy pulsed with your laughter it just pulls another moan straight out of him. He pulls back, hooking his palm to frame your face and there’s this shine in his eyes as they bore into yours. He pulls his hips out, his mouth opening, but focusing on your face as he does so, watching your reaction mimic his own.

His hips snap against yours, pleasure bubbling up in your tummy as your eyes remain on his darkened gaze. His pace picks up, and your breathing matches, and it was like neither of you blinked as a bubble of pleasure circled around the two of you. A smile breaks on his face, his dimples prominent through the authenticity of it. You reach up blindly for his hand on your face, interlocking your fingers. He places them over your head, and a smile breaks across your face, nodding as you watch each other just get closer and closer. His grip tightens around your own, and your thumb starts absentmindedly rubbing his.

Your smile ends up molding back into an open mouth, Eddie letting go of your hand to use it under your knee and hike it up, using the angle to fuck you even deeper. He can see the immediate difference it makes for you, a shift in your face as your eyes glaze over, still watching him. Your breaths turn slowly into whimpers, and as his hips moved faster you found it harder to keep your eyes open.

“Keep watching.” Eddie whispers, and you listen, though his face is blurring as it gets harder to. “That’s a good girl, keep your eyes on me.”

Your face lights up at the praise, his hand hooked around your knee digging into the delicate skin of your thighs as he holds your leg open. A shudder runs through you, something Eddie hears loud and clear as the feeling of almost there starts to invade your senses.

“That’s it, baby, keep watching.” He whispers, and he leans in to kiss where your jaw meets your skull, little kitten licks causing a whimper out of you. He leans back up to pull your eyes back on him, and the other hand framing your face he puts two fingers into his mouth, licking delicately before making a show of putting the two on your clit.

Your mouth falls open, and your chest stutters at it expands. “Almost there?” You nod, and his fingers move a bit faster and the orgasm waves over you, his fingers working you through it as your pussy fluttered around his length.

He fights to keep watching you but his hips stutter through his own orgasm washing over him, but his eyes remain on yours, the flush of his cheeks and the sweat starting to glisten his forehead making him hotter when you didn’t think that was even possible.

He still rubs your clit as your orgasm finishes, and he stops gently, slowly moving his hips to a stop as well. His body weight collapses on yours, but his forehead clashes on your own, blown out eyes still on yours. “Holy shit, baby.” He whispers, a soft smile lighting up his features.

You smile back, tilting your head. You lean into kiss him, and it starts of delicate, his tongue barely grazing yours, but it’s not enough for you. “Ed.” You mumble, and it feels like he’s purposely pulling back to not give you the hot messy kisses you had started to crave. “Kiss me.”

He lets out a low chuckle. “I am, baby.”

“Kiss me harder.”

“Just had one of the best orgasms of my life, sweetheart, and you want more?” You just nod, and Eddie gives you a look of utter perplexity. Fucking youth.

“Please? I want more. Your cock feels so good.” You take advantage of his stunned inclination and lean in for a harder kiss, dirtily moving your tongue along his own and he moans into it, his hips stuttering in yours.

You sneakily bend the leg that he didn’t hook, getting a solid feel of your foot against his bed and quickly push off, effectively putting Eddie onto his back. You smile at the success, and a giggle bursts out of you as Eddie stares up at you in complete awe. “Wanna ride you.” You giggle out.

Eddie nods slowly. “Got that.” He sits up though, needing to feel your tits up against his chest again.

You lift your hips up, hooking both arms around his neck. His arms hook around your back nails digging into your back as you slam down, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. You start to roll your hips, the smell of sex exuding from the both of you. “Fuck, you use those hips so goddamn well.”

These words only encourage you, of course, your hips moving a little faster as the movement goes from circles to actual hip thrusts. You lean into his neck, licking a long stripe from the crook of his neck to his ear, making him shudder in response. “Fucking Christ.” He exclaims and you feel a sense of pride from it.

You nip at his jawline, the day-old stubble scratching at your face but you didn’t mind. You lean back, and your legs start to ache as you bounced on his cock, but you don’t mind, throwing your head back. Eddie scooches forward on his bed, eventually getting to the edge. He presses his feet solidly onto the ground and uses the traction to assist you, snapping his hips harder.

The extra assistance hits deeper, and involuntary high-pitched whines leave your throat at each thrust. He responds by tugging on your hair and it only makes your heat squeeze tighter around him. Eventually you slowed down, out of breath and overwhelmed, your hips still slowly thrusting.

You didn’t even need to tell him; he follows your cue. “Get on all fours.” He whispered, and you nodded, whining as you climbed off his cock.

You crawled forward so he could climb on the bed behind you, but he grabs you and pulls you back to him. He lines up his cock with you again and thrusts right into you. Within only four thrusts you find yourself unable to stay on your hands, falling to your chest.

He stops. “Stay on those hands, sweetheart. If you’re gonna be greedy better act like the slut you are.”

You put slowly move back onto your hands, and your arms are weak but only when they’re fully expanded does Eddie start to continue. His hips snap even harder now, and your arms are so weak you find yourself focusing on staying on your hands. A whimper escapes, your arms buckling from the pleasure alone. “What, baby can’t follow simple instructions?”

You whimper, feeling pathetic. He fucks into you about three more times as he takes pleasure watching how much your arms shake beneath you. “Alright, you can let go.”

You sigh in relief as you fall forward, and Eddie lets out a dark chuckle. His hips remain bucking into you at the rate they were, and all the energy you focused onto your upper strength can now be used in your throat as you let Eddie know just how much you loved this position with him.

The sounds that left your throat were borderline animalistic, all rough as you choke out, “Fuck, fuck, so good.”

He stops for a second, kissing down your back as his hand wraps around your neck. Your eyes roll back at this and his hips continue their journey. Your pussy tightens, not a sound coming from you, but Eddie can feel your legs tense up around his own, signalling just how close you were. “Gonna cum in this pussy again.”

Your vision is somewhat blurred when he lets go of your neck, and you fall back forward when the same hand wraps itself around in your hair, grabbing a good chunk. “Oh my good fucking slut. All mine.”

“Yours.” You manage out, the beginning of the orgasm starting to overtake you. “All yours.”

These words alone bring Eddie to another high, as his hips stutter, filling you up and from the cum in you this morning to the first round, it just ended up dripping down your leg. Eddie watches, bending over to watch obscenity of the white glistened substance dripping down your leg. He can’t help it, leaning in to take a long lick up it to clean it all up.

He takes his finger against the other thigh to scoop some up and when you turn around in question to ask, he holds up his own cum, and without any hesitation you put your mouth around the finger, enjoying the salt with a slight metallic taste of your own pussy. The taste of you two together. Fuck.

Your lips leave his finger with a pop, and Eddie lets out a sigh of disbelief, his mouth upturned into a smile. “Fuck.” He walks to his drawer, pulling out the pink two-piece you spent so much time looking for.

“You sneaky little bastard.” You laugh, grabbing them from him. “I needa shower. And my overnight bag.”

“Let me grab it.” Eddie mutters, putting on a pair of sweats and leaving his room. You can hear him knock on Dylan’s door, and Dylan answers.

“What?”

“She needs her stuff.”

Dylan doesn’t answer, put the sound of your bag being thrust in Eddies face is heard followed by a door slamming. Eddie is back in the room within seconds, a look on his face you can’t quite decipher off the bat.

“He’ll forgive you. One day.” You tell him, though you’re not sure you believed it.

“Hm.” Eddie mutters, placing your bag in front of you. “Took him a long time to forgive his mom.”

You knew nothing about their divorce, a subject Dylan liked to avoid. From the look on your face, Eddie knew you were clueless.

“She had an affair, which is why we divorced.” He explained, and he says it with such indifference you could tell he had already closed the wound. “He was only ten, and that woman was his world. He was so mad he wanted to live with me instead.” He sighed, sitting on the bed next to you. “I don’t know how long he’ll take to get over this...or if he will.”

“He’s still here. That should be a good sign.”

“Maybe.”

You lean into kiss him, petting his face in comfort. “Wanna join me?” You ask him, mostly to cheer him up, but also because the water droplets running down his tattoos is a concept that made you drool.

“Oh, sweetheart. Just the pick me up I need.”

Luckily, unlike the shower in the main bathroom, Eddie’s was big enough to hold the two of you. You stood underneath the water, basking in the feeling as the water soaked your hair. Eddie grabbed the shampoo you brought in, and before you knew it his elbows raise, and he starts massaging it gently into your scalp. Your eyes close in response, humming as his rough fingers were so gentle and intentional about their touch. He kisses your cheek as he finishes, assisting you backwards into the spray and helping wash all the soap out. He guides the hot water away from your face, scratching lightly at the scalp to make sure all the bubbles are gone. He repeats with conditioner, working it into the ends and a lighter scalp massage with the excess, and you’re a pile of goo when you open your eyes as he finishes.

He smiles lightly, and you lean forward to kiss him fiercely. You look around, seeing the curly hair shampoo on the shelf next to you. “Lemme.”

He melts into it, and you pour some shampoo into your hand. You work it into his hair, slowly massaging and watching as his face loses all the tension. Each wrinkle smooths out, a sigh of content leaving him. You get all his hair coated in the shampoo, making sure it was good and prepped. You maneuver your bodies so he’s under the water, and soon you find yourself reaching on your tip toes to see if the bubbles are gone. He takes pity, chuckling and he moves onto his knees. You thank him graciously, now able to work the water so it washed out all the shampoo.

You moved for his conditioner, right across from you and his arms wrap around you as you do so, lips reaching your abdomen right underneath your tits. He looks up at you, and it takes you aback momentarily. You weren’t sure what you did to deserve his shining eyes and parted lips, but it wasn’t enough.

“Need you back on your feet.” You tell him, and he slowly moves back onto them, hands framing your face. You place the conditioner on his ends, watching as his eyes closed again. All the excess conditioner on your hands you moved into his scalp, not quite as deeply as he did for you, but he leans into it anyway.

His hands find their way onto your hips, moving you back under the water to rinse the conditioner that has been soaking. He gives you the same care as before, working with such intentionality. “Done.” He mutters, and you grab his arms to silently instruct him back onto his knees so you could do the same.

As the conditioner leaves his hair, that same unguarded look on his face as you helped him, he glances around you for your body wash.

Before you knew it he’s back on his feet, pumping too much liquid in his hands and working the soap along your body. He smiles as the soap on your tits are a sight to see, but he doesn’t focus on it too much, working the soap everywhere, putting focus on each part. Each arm, your tummy, your neck, your ass, each leg, until you’re nice and lathered. He pushes you lightly back into the now lukewarm stream and from your goosebumps alone he turns up the hot water a bit more.

The soap cascades down your body, and you watch as he gathers a scoop of the water by itself. You were about to ask when he soaks your pussy in it, giving it a quick rinse. Your eyebrows furrow at him. “Not supposed to use soap on that. Water is fine, it’s self cleaning.”

You knew that. You were just surprised he knew that. He hands you his soap with a smirk on his face, presenting himself for you to lather up.

You do so, and you take your time with it, noting each freckle, each dip, each straggly hair with more and more awe. The bubbles on him showing a wet shine and glisten was borderline erotic but like him you appreciated the visuals and continued to take care of him. When he was all lathered, including his dick, you turned him under the now lukewarm wash. You almost move to turn up the heat, but he stops you. You watch as all the bubbles away, him enjoying the last spray under the water. He turns it off and holds your hand as you both climb out of the tub. He grabs one of the towels hanging on his racks, putting it around his hips.

You expect for him to give the other one to you to dry off, but he yanks it from out of reach, and moves it up and down your body, drying you off. He finally hands it to you, and he walks away before you could extend the same offer.

As he got himself dressed in a pair of sweats and an old band t shirt you grab a pair of looser shorts and a plain sweater from your bag, and as you’re finally dressed with your hair situated but damp you watch the door anxiously, knowing it was time to face the music, as you could hear the tv downstairs.

Eddie comes behind you, wrapping his arms over your shoulder. “When you said apologize earlier…”

“Apologize that I didn’t have the decency to break up with him before making a move with you.” You answer.

“Oh, thank fuck.” Eddie lets out a sigh of relief, kissing the top of your head.

“What did you think I meant?” You asked turning to face him.

“Small part of me was worried you were going back to him.”

“What?” Your eyes widen, and your face expresses the exasperation you felt in the very idea of it. “Why would I have slept with you again if I wanted to go back to him?”

“I dunno, you think I’m hot?”

“Well, duh.” You roll your eyes and cup his face in your hands. “Truth is, the moment I realized just picturing you got me off more than being with him did I should’ve called it off.” You tell him, and Eddie’s eyebrows tilted in a wee bit of pride. “I came over for that sleepover knowing you were here. I fucked him on that couch and in his bedroom knowing you could hear me.” Eddie’s pupils dilated and you giggle at the response. You lean in to kiss him, fierce and emotional. “I’m going to apologize for how it happened and how I treated him. But I won’t apologize for us.”

He smiles and wraps you in a hug, allowing you only a few more moments in bliss before you walked down together.

The first attempt at the apology could’ve gone better. “Hey, Dylan?” You called, halfway down the stairs as he scrolled through his phone while watching White Collar. Fuck. That was his comfort show.

“Yeah?”

“Hey. I just wanted to come down to apologize.”

Dylan looks over, sees Eddie on the stairs, you by the couch, and his face twists in anger. “Fuck, did you shower together?”

Your eyes widen, and it didn’t occur to you that this might’ve been a bad idea, rubbing your new relationship in his face. It was an accident, but in hindsight in considering his feelings this should’ve been a given.

“Sorry. I just wanted to apologize for how I ended it.”

He looks up at you, and then looks back to his show. “Really? Not for sleeping with my dad?”

“I should’ve broken up with you, first.”

“Fuck, really? You’re telling me you’re sorry that you cheated on me? And that’s all you’re sorry for?”

You nod because it was true. “I stayed with you for the convenience. That was shitty of me, I’m sorry I used you.”

“Wow.” He switches his glance back to the tv, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “This apology might seem a bit more genuine if your neck wasn’t fucking purple.”

Your hands fly up to the hickeys Eddie gave you, and you had forgotten all about them.

“Dad? Nothing to say?”

“I think we should talk about this when she’s not here.” Eddie says, and it seemed like a good idea to you.

“And when will that be?” He shoots up at you, giving you an angry look he’s never once directed at you before. Fuck, this was going to be weird getting used to.

“When she’s ready.” Eddie tells him, and there’s a bit of parental tone in that.

“Sorry. My bad.” He sarcastically bites out. “Sorry dad.” He looks at you. “Sorry, y/n.” He runs up two stairs. “Oh sorry, I mean, sorry step-mom.”

His door slams, and Eddie’s laughter he is holding back barks out.

“Was that supposed to be a burn?” You ask Eddie, side-eyeing him.

“Welcome to parenthood, sweetheart.” Eddie laughs, passing you on his way to the kitchen.

Oh. Fuck. Your ex-boyfriend was your new boyfriend’s son.

Shit.

As you remain cooped up at the Munsons, Dylan did his best to avoid you. Not that you blamed him, you did sort of break his heart. You had some incoming texts but it felt weird to address the world for the moment, one thing for Dylan to know, another for your best friend and mom to know.

And everyone else after you soft launched your relationship on Instagram two weeks ago.

Would they be able to tell if you just started using Eddie’s hands?

After another mind-blowing round with Eddie in his bed, the door opens to Dylan, his eyebrows raised perplexed. “Can you guys stop fucking for like a day? Jesus Christ, man.” The door slams and you hear him down the hall and down the stairs, “All fucking day!”

You both burst into giggles, getting dressed together and the two of you finding it hard for the laughter not to leave your mouths.

Hours later, laying together watching a movie of his choice, Eddie starts slowly petting his thumb along the exposed strip of your skin along your waistline. Somehow, the moment you were horny he picked up on it every time. You lightly pushed his thumb off, leaving goosebumps behind but the heat already gathering at your center.

“You know he’s just giving you a hard time.” He whispers, his soft deep voice sending chills down your spine.

“Still.” You mutter, doing your best to pay attention to the movie.

Eddie leans back and his legs begin to shake for a few seconds until he sits up. “Ok, what if we give him a bit of space?”

Your eyes squint at the gleam in his eye. “Space?”

“My truck?”

You smirk and take his hands he offers to help you off his bed with glee.

“Going for a drive.” Eddie calls on his way out the door with you following behind him.

“Whatever.” Dylan calls back.

Eddie runs to his driver’s seat, attempting to open it. He pats himself and leans back exasperated. “Fuck. Forgot my keys.”

“I can go get them.” You offer, turning back to the house.

“Or…” Eddie smirks, leaning towards Dylan’s truck.

“Ed…” Eddie reaches for the door, and it opens, and he opens his mouth in mock surprise.

“I can just go get your keys.”

“I taught that little shit to lock up his truck.” He says, shaking his head. “C’mon. Be my dirty girl.”

He climbs in the back seat, his smile radiating a mischievous energy. He knew how much his smile let your guard down. “He did want space...”

“Now we’re talking.”

You climb into his back seat and straddle his hips, leaning in for a wet kiss. Immediately you feel the boner poking through his sweats, and you couldn’t help yourself, you grind down on it eagerly. “Oh, I can already feel how wet you are.” He chuckles, grinning at you with a wild look in his eye.

A laugh huffs out of you, the dimples melting you. He leans in and kisses at your neck, rutting against your heat which radiated against his cock. Eddie sits up, shimmying against the seat to get the sweats off. You move to get your shorts off, but he shakes his head. “Leave ‘em on.”

You tilt your head, and he scoops around the middle of them, putting his dick in and inserting himself into you. You open your mouth as he does, Eddie soaking in your darkened expression. You grind yourself, Eddie grabbing onto your ass as you do so. You lean in for an open and dirty kiss, and he chuckles into it, and suddenly the kiss is dirtier, all teeth and tongue as he ends it with tugging onto your bottom lip.

You gasp onto him in response, and he kisses it to make it feel better. You push your fingers into his hair, nails digging in as you tug at the roots. Eddie lets out a whine, something you haven’t heard yet and your hips start bouncing harder out of sheer pride as you two grab onto each other harder.

Eddie moves you onto your back along Dylan’s back seat and fucks you harder, his sweats barely off and his shirt still on while you’re still clothed. “Fucking whore just always ready for my cock, huh?”

You nodded, the feeling in your stomach already tightening up. “Always wet for you.”

“You take it so fucking well, too.” Eddie keeps rutting into you, his hot breath breathing heavy against your neck as the heat in the car rises. Your hands find their way up his shirt, clawing down his back as he fucks so hard against you. “Fucking slut just loves being whored out. Gonna fuck you everywhere.”

You nod, and he can feel the idea turn you on, you tightening around him in response. “Oh, my little slut likes that idea, huh?” You nod again, whimpering in response. “You love the idea of being found with my cock down your throat in a dressing room or back of a movie theatre.”

Eddie didn’t know how it was possible that you tightened around him even more.

You felt so close to the edge, the orgasm just there.

Chirp, chirp.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

About five minutes later, Dylan gets in and drives away in Eddie’s truck.

You stare up at Eddie with wide eyes and move your hips a little to indicate you still wanted to finish. In fact, Dylan finding you just turned you on.

Eddie chuckles darkly, leaning into your neck. “Oh, you fucking slut.”

About 8 hours later, you get home, tossing your keys on the counter.

“How was the sleepover?” Your roommate calls out from the couch, cross legged as she rewatches Buffy for the millionth time.

You hesitate in your answer and turn around to start making yourself some ramen noodles.

“What happened?” She asks, watching your face slowly.

“Uh…” you’re cut off by your phone ringing. It was your best friend. “One sec. Hey, Bethany.”

“Oh my god. You’ve been dead silent for days. I need to hear about it.”

“One sec.” You mute yourself and look up at your roommate. “You wanna hear about my weekend? Here.” You unmute yourself. “So…I fucked his dad.”

“YOU WHAT?”

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Housewife

Part - 2

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 1

If you heard the names Casey or Steve one more time you might go insane. Stu ran up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. "Boo!" The binder you held in your arms unceremoniously hit the floor. "Let go of me weirdo." You struggled but he didn't let go. "Did ya hear about Casey and Steve?" You could scream. The heel of your Mary Jane shoes made contact with his toes making him lose his grip. With a huff you picked up your belongings. "Why is everyone so obsessed with them?" Stu cocked an eyebrow at you. "Uh because they were slit open like pigs in a butcher shop?"

"I get that trust me thats all anyone can talk about. But you can't act all sad like you've lost a loved one and then talk in great detail about what organ fell out where. It's inhumane." He leaned back on the lockers listening to you rant. "Yesterday was a complete shit show. That Steve guy was a prick to me and he didn't even know my name yet. So he can't be the saint everyone's making him out to be. Murders happen everywhere all the time these two aren't going to change anything."

"Interesting take from Marry Poppins. What's got your panties in a bunch today?" You opened your locker putting away your things for lunch. "Some asshole started talking to me in 2nd period about how in a movie I'd be a prime suspect because the murders started when I got here." Randy. Stu knew the moment you brought up movies. "Well you did say Steve was an asshat, that's motive Y/n." He was right but let's be real here. You couldn't take on an athlete if you were paid. You rubbed your face in frustration. "Relax I know it's not you. You'd cry if you got blood on that cute little dress of yours." It really wouldn't matter you knew how to take practically any stain out of a piece of clothing.

"You'd be surprised." Just as the words left your lips a kid bumped into you knocking you into Stu. His hands conveniently found your hips. "Watch where you're walking asshole!" Stu shouted with a laugh. You pulled yourself away from him trying to straighten your dress with your hands. "Hey I'm meeting Tatum and everybody by the water fountain, you in?" The idea of being around more people wasn't ideal. Stu could see on your face you didn't want to. "Oh come on Billy's going to be there." He wasn't dumb. Billy was an attractive guy, he was well aware of that. All the girls had a thing for Billy, you were no exception.

"If I go you can't just completely ignore me because I only know you two." Stu shut your locker for you as you continued to walk. "Ignore you? I could never. You could sit on my lap if you wanted to." You fake gagged making him laugh. "I don't think your girlfriend would like that." He just shrugged his shoulders. "Eh I do what I want." This doesn't surprise you. "You are a peace of work." The doors opened letting the light bombard your skin. "Picasso baby!" Stu shouted as he grabbed your hand pulling you towards the fountain.

"Fresh meat everybody!" He declared as you stood uncomfortably in front of everyone. Billy looked more than unamused at your appearance. "Y/n right? You're in my math class?" You nodded at the girl with brown hair. She stuck out her hand for you to shake. "I'm Sydney Prescott." Billy shook his head with a smile. "Nice to meet you Sydney." She smiled up at you and returned the sentiment. "She's the killer I'll bet anybody 10 bucks." If looks could kill he'd be six feet under. "Randy knock it off. You think this adorable face could murder?" Stu pinched your cheeks with a grin on his lips. "Not a chance." He let go and found a seat next to Tatum. "Plus there's no way a girl could've killed them."

"Scoot over let her sit down." Billy huffed but did what Sydney told him. "That is so sexist. The killer could easily be a female, Basic Instinct." You nodded in Tatum's defense. "That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing." Stu looked over at all of us before looking at Tatum. "Yeah Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. The fact is it takes like, a man to do something like that." Sydney looked down at the ground uncomfortable with the conversation.

"I don't know feminine rage is pretty scary. Do you know how many cheating husbands get stabbed to death or fed to the dogs by the wife. The fact is women know how to get a job done quickly and quietly. Men get cocky and want to play around that's how they get caught." Randy snapped his finger point at you. "See what I mean!" Stu laughed and Billy just looked at you with intrigue.

"How do you gut someone?" The honest tone of Sydney's voice made everyone quite down. "You take a knife and you slit them from groin to sternum." Billy sat up seemingly done with the gorey details. "Hey, it's called tact fuckrag." Billy looked at Stu his eyes once again saying more than his words did.

"Change of subject, I like your dress it's very Hepburn." Tatum spoke up. You cleared your throat trying to shake off that uneasy feeling. "Thanks I made it myself." She sat up in shock. "No way! You should totally make me one." If only it were that simple. "You think I'd look good in something like that babe?" She asked Stu and if you knew anything about him he'd give a smartass answer. "I think it'd look better on my bedroom floor but hey." She smacked his arm as everyone shared a laugh.

Stu continued rambling on about the murders with Randy. You were sick of hearing about it and it appeared so was Sydney. Her hand rested on Billy's knee as he whispered something to him. He nodded as she left a kiss on his cheek. The moment she left his demeanor darkened even more. He looked truly angry at this point. You assumed it was because Stu had upset her. Billy leaned next to you just enough to hit Stu's arm. "Ow man what gives? I was joking!" Billy was the next to get up followed by Randy.

"Hey Y/n? Are you doing anything Saturday? Me and Syd were going to hang out this weekend you could totally join." You knew Stu and Billy had plans to hang out with you and by the look on Stu's face he'd be upset if you said yes to Tatum. "Can't. My dad's going to be gone this weekend so I have to house sit." The smile on Stu's face was far from innocent. "You think with a killer on the loose you should be home alone?" She had a point but you doubted there was a serial killer running around. "I know how to lock my doors I'll be fine. Promise."

The school day went by fast thankfully. But once again everyone crowded around your car. "I'm not giving you a ride today." You shook your head. "I was thinking we could all go riding around maybe go to the mall? Someone's got to give you a tour." Stu said gesturing to the friend group you know found yourself a part of. "You don't have to of course." Sydney chimed in. She was probably the nicest one out of the group. "Who's got money for gas?" In an instant Stu handed you a crumpled up 100 dollar bill. "That should cover it and don't ask where its been." He noticed the shock on your face. "Don't worry there's more where that came from." He winked at you and Tatum rolled her eyes. You shoved the bill in your purse snapping it shut.

"Ive got work today so I'll catch you all later." Randy said as he walked away. You felt a little bad you were relieved at his absence. "Okay I've got bench seats so three people can sit up front and three in the back. "I call back seat with Stu." Tatum pulled at his shirt dragged him to the back. "No doing anything weird back there this is my dad's car." Tatum just laughed and Stu stuck his tounge out shaking it at you in protest. "Oh shit I forgot I've got to study for that exam tomorrow. I have to get home." Stu started to boo and Tatum echoed her boyfriend. "We'll only be gone a couple hours Syd."

"I have to pass this test Billy. You go ahead and go. You guys have fun!" She grabbed her bag and headed off towards the busses. Billy sat in the passenger seat again same aggravated look on his face. "Would it kill you to smile?" You asked lightheartedly. He turned to you flashing the fakest smile you'd ever seen. "See was that so hard?" Sarcasm dripping off your words. "Incredibly."

The mall wasn't hard to find after Tatum gave you some directions. You weren't sure how this little outing would go. On one hand it was nice having friends and spending time with people but on the other you and Billy were third wheeling. You had only been through half the stores and Stu already managed to spend an egregious amount. "Ooh help me pick out a set." Tatum said pulling Stu into the Victoria's Secret. Billy followed them in so you had no choice but to follow suit. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Billy asked as he touched the lace fabric on a teddy. "Odd question to ask considering you have a girlfriend."

"Fuck me for trying to make conversation." You laughed and decided to play along. "I do. We're trying the whole long distance thing." Billy found it hard to make eye contact with you. Choosing to play with and pick up anything around him to keep his hands busy. "He's probably cheating you know? Teenage boys do that." You're beginning to think both him and Stu have absolutely no filter. "Probably but it's not the like the guys around here are any better. I mean look at you and Stu." You're eyes flickered over to Stu holding up a bra to his chest declaring he was a girl. With a shake of the head you turn back to Billy. His eyes met with yours and for the first time he didn't advert his gaze. "Do you wear anything like this?" He gestured towards the thongs and see through bras.

"Nah I'm more into ropes and whips." You joke thinking if anyone would find it funny he would. His eye grew just a tiny bit wider surprised at your response. His lips quirked upwards a small smirk playing at his mouth. "I'm kidding!" Your face grew hot as he looked back down at what you were wearing. "No you're not. You're a freak. It's always the nice girls." Scoffing at that you wiped your hands down your dress trying to pull it further down your legs.

He smiled knowing he was making you uncomfortable. "You're a real creep you know that?" He held up in hands in fake surrender. "You caught me." Tatum shouted your name from across the store. "That's my que." You had no idea where she was or what she was doing. "She's in the dressing room I offered to help but ya know." He raised his eyebrows suggestively as if you didn't already know what he meant.

"Tatum it's me." You knocked on the door and it opened immediately. Her arm stuck out grabbing you and pulling you in. "You've got to stop doing that." You said in a hushed voice. "Opinions?" She said as she spun around practically naked. The red lace nightie left little to the imagination. "Um I think it looks cute. It doesn't cover much does it?" You ask and she laughed. "That's the point silly. You don't think it makes me look fat?" She was so skinny you worried about were her organs were let alone be over weight. "You look fine hun. I'm gonna go check on the guys." She said alright and let you slip out of the dressing room.

"We got you something." Stu shook the bag in front of your face startling you. "He got it." Billy spoke up as you took the bag from Stu. "No you grabbed it and said it would-" A swift punch to the ribs shut the blonde boy up. "Don't open it till later." Billy said and for some reason you agreed. "Is she about done in there?" The door opened and Tatum eagerly ran to the checkout desk. Stu like a puppy followed right behind her leaving you and Billy alone again.

"What did you get me?" Once again his eyes were on the floor. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He quipped his eyes finally reaching your face. "I would. That's why I asked." You both smiled at the small reenactment. "You didn't have to get me anything especially from here." He grabbed the bag from you tying the ribbon strings together. "Don't get too excited it's not a ball gag or anything." You smacked his arm snatching the bag back. "Plus I didn't pay for it. Rich boy over there did." He pointed at Stu.

"I'm hitting up Spencer gifts who's coming with me?" Going into that store with Stu was probably the dumbest thing you could do. "I'm in." You said mentally regretting it. "I'll go where you go." Tatum said as she hugged his arm. The last one to go was Billy. "Let's just get this over with." Stu practically ran to the opposite end of the mall with Tatum tossed over his shoulder. "There's no way your feet aren't killing you." Billy said looking down at your heels.

"I grew up in high heels mister. I could run in these bad boys if I had to." You weren't kidding. Growing up in a household where you had church every Sunday and you only had one pair of sneakers, you could run in heels. "I doubt that." He was getting more comfortable around you. Billy didn't even realize it. He used to be fun. He used to screw around and let loose like Stu does. Since his mom left and the world seemed to collapse around him he just had one to many stabs in the back.

"Wanna race?" He looked at you with a childlike curiosity. He would win he knew that much. Considering his murderous tendencies he could beat you in ten seconds flat. "I run to the store and if you catch me before I get there you win. What do you say?" Before he could answer you took off running. It was supposed to be fun for the both of you. A little game of cat and mouse. What you didn't realize was how seriously he would take it. The simple sound of his boots gaining up on you was terrifying. Your laughter stopped as you sped up.

You ran around people, who were then pushed out of the way by Billy. This was no longer a game. He was trying to catch you. The click of your heels got faster and faster till you ran into someone. "Woah there what's going on?" You looked up and saw Stu waiting at the door of Spencer's. You won. Billy was just two steps behind you the entire time. "Damnit!" He exclaimed appearing genuinely pissed that he didn't grab you. Tatum chimed in asking him what the hell was going on. After all to them it seemed like something horribly wrong had happened. "We were just playing. I told him we'd race each other." You looked back at Billy trying to catch his breath.

"Billy Loomis playing a game? Now that's unheard of." Stu gasped as he walked in the store. You approached Billy deciding to check on him. Your hand touched his shoulders as they heaved up and down. "Are you okay?" His hand wrapped around your wrist tighten enough to bare pain. "I'm fine." He flung your hand away, leaving you behind as he walked in the store. So much for that. It was hot and cold with him. You couldn't figure it out and you weren't sure if you wanted to.

Stu and Tatum were over in the novelty section making dirty jokes and just getting on each other's nerves. You didn't know where Billy went. You walked to the back of the store ignoring the adult toy section. You looked down at your stockings noticing the big rip on your right leg. "Shit!" You cursed picking at the hole. Going through the short selection of stockings they had to offer you finally settled on a pair. They were thigh highs which is something you usually didn't wear. Victoria's secret bag and stockings in hand you walked up to the cashier and paid.

Afterwards you met up with Stu and Tatum who were as equally ready to leave as you were. "Where's Billy?" She asked. "I have no idea." Stu leaned over trying to peak into the Spencer bag. "You get something from the back?" You did but you weren't going to be honest about it. "I did. I got it for Tatum though. She deserves at least six inches." She started to laugh as Stu acted all dramatic. "Ha ha really funny. Go ahead laugh it up. I'll have you know she's perfectly content with what she's got." Tatum shook her head making you laugh even harder. "You guys ready to go?"

"Where'd you go?" You asked Billy as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Bathroom." You're not sure what you did to piss him off. Is he butthurt that you beat him in a race? That can't be it he's not 5. He shouldn't be upset by such a small thing. "Let's go bitches!" Stu and Tatum walked hand in hand once again leaving you and Billy to talk. "Did I do something wrong?" You ask gingerly not to upset him further. "No." Another one word answer.

"We can race again. I'll let you catch me this time. I'll play dead and everything if you'd like." You laughed trying everything in your power to make him tolerate you again. "You would?" You weren't being serious but if that's what it took so be it. "If you'll stop being mad at me I will." That somehow put a smile on his face. "Should I start running?" You joke and he actually chuckles. "No no. We'll save that for later."

Everyone makes their way to your car getting in the same seats as before. "I know where Stu lives where do you two live?" You sit your bags in the floor next to Billy's black combat boots. "I'm going to her house before I go home so you can take me there. She's going to take me home before they pick up Sydney." She proceeds to giggle at the admission. "Just drop me off at Stu's" Billy says as he slicks his hair back. "Do you live at Stu's place?" You start the car leaving the mall in your rearview mirror. "Stu's parents are never home so they practically live together."

Billy looked out the window not making eye contact with anyone in the car. "Means I throw the best damn parties our school has ever seen." Stu and Tatum rejoiced in the back. That fact left more questions than answers. It made sense why Stu seemed to be so flippant with money. It even explained his overall behavior. Billy's case however was different. How bad was it at his house that he needed to live with Stu? In all honesty you felt bad for both the boys.

"Hey Billy open the glove compartment and play something." He did as told until he saw the contents of the glove box. "What the hell?" He said as he pulled out an 8 track. "Listen my dad had an 8 track player put in back in the 70s so that's all I got." With a smile on his face he dug through all the boxes.

Pushing the tape into the car AC/DC blasted through the speakers. "How'd I know you'd pick that one?" He carefully put all the tapes back where he got them. "I have good taste what can I say?" He shrugged. First stop was Tatum's house. She gave you the directions which you quickly found out she lives on the same street as you. "Your lights on upstairs is your dad home? I saw your car in the driveway this morning." Tatum asked pointing at your house. Fuck. "So this is where the mysterious Betty Crocker lives." Stu laughed putting on his best Vincent Price voice. Billy was just satisfied in knowing where you live. "Yeah my dad is. He's probably sleeping though he's got to get up early in the morning which means I've have to get home so scoot." You waved the couple out of your car quickly.

You pulled away getting just a couple houses down the road before your car began to stall. "What's wrong?" Billy asked as you look around. "I don't know it hasn't done this before." You turned the car off and on again but nothing happened. "Does it have gas?" You didn't get gas. The crumpled 100 was still shoved in your purse. "Son of a bitch." You cursed as you hit the steering wheel. "Hop out I've got to go get the gas can out of my garage."

"Do I get a house tour?" You stayed quiet genuinely upset at your ignorance. "Listen when we go inside I want you to be quiet. Okay?" Billy nodded as you unlocked your front door. "Holy shi-" You immediately covered his mouth. "I told you to be quiet." Slowly you pulled your hand away and he stepped into the house. "What year do you think it is?" You shut the door as quietly as possible knowing your dad could get up at anytime. "Oh shut up." Billy looked around at the old pictures, the old decor, really the old everything. Billy didn't come from rich parents like Stu. Your house was definitely bigger and better but it didn't have the rich person feel. Billy's house wasn't the problem for him, it was the people in it. It used to be a happy home but all that was waiting for him now was alcohol and fights.

While you sat your bags down he looked around the place. It looked like no one had bought anything new for the place since the 70s. The TV in the living room was 90% wood and the kitchen was a tacky yellow. All the appliances on the counters had to be at least 20 years old. Hell the phone on the wall was a rotary dial phone. Billy felt like he was walking into the Myers house.

"Let's go!" You whisper yelled at him the heavy gas can pulling on your arm. "Give it to me." Billy grabbed the can with ease helping you out the front door. He went ahead and filled the car up for you so you could run the empty can back inside. "Thank you." You said with a huff throwing yourself in the driver seat. "It's nothing." He replied already ready to go. Before you did anything you peeled the heels off your feet tossing them in the back seat. The next to come off were your ripped stockings. Billy watched as your upper thigh was exposed. He could see the hem of your pink underwear before you caught him.

"Perv." You smiled knowing he had to be a little flustered. He just shook his head looking at the ceiling. You threw the stockings in the back seat with your shoes. Billy cleared his throat trying to start up a conversation."Your house is nice." You breathed out a laugh as you started the car. "You don't have to lie."

Billy's demeanor changed once again. Now that it was just you and him he had one leg bent on the seat so his body could face towards you. Even though your eyes were on the road you could feel his burning holes in you. "I mean it. It's different. Better than all those rich bitches we go to school with." He wasn't lying. It was hard to find anyone who had an actual personality these days.

"I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. My dad doesn't really care what I do with the house as long as there is food on the table when he gets home." Billy bit his lip in thought. "So you did all of that?" He found it impressive to say the least. "Not really. I haven't messed with much since my grandparents passed. The way the kept things always seemed nice as a kid. And I don't see the sense in wasting money on new stuff when I've got perfectly good old stuff that works." He saw the way your eyes grew wide when Stu handed you that hundred. You're not a money person. You were modest. Going through the mall you only bought one thing for yourself while Tatum begged for everything she saw.

"How often is your dad gone?" He asked. A dangerous question to answer if Billy's asking it. "He can be gone for weeks at a time. He's a truck driver. He goes where his boss tells him to go." The car goes quiet for a little while. Luckily for you it's comfortable. "What about you? How's your mom and dad?" You meant nothing hateful by it and he knew that. "I live with my dad too. My parents split up." You could feel him putting those walls back up. It was night and day with Billy. Slowly you car came to a stop in Stu's driveway. "My mom isn't in the picture either. You know if that shit ever starts to bother you, you can call me. As long as your girlfriends okay with it that is." You grabbed a pen out of the glove compartment gently pulling Billy's hand towards your lap.

His hand sat on top of your right thigh as you touched the tip of the pen to your tongue. Carefully your wrote down your phone number where the numbers were visible. Billy for the first time in awhile, he was the one who was scared. Scared of moving even the tiniest bit. A simple harsh breath would ruin whatever this was. Softly you brought his hand up to your face blowing cool air on the drying ink. "There ya go." You tossed his hand back, your gentle nature now gone. "But um yeah if you ever need to talk you can call me."

Funny enough he didn't want to call you. "Sure." Was all he could muster up. Billy finally decided he didn't want you dead like the rest of them. You were kind enough not to piss people off but you were sure of what you wanted. Too trusting, yes but it definitely helped his case. He'd have to make a new plan one that doesn't get you hurt. Well, one that doesn't get you killed.

Part 3

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stinmybubs · 29 days

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"Do It For Us." Pt.5

Summery: Liar, Liar, Liar. Izuku Midoryia. You cant seem to remember the name? Who? Why is Katsuki, your first love talking about this man like you know him? Why is your memory so foggy after coming to UA? What happened to you?

?. ????? x AFAB! Reader x B. Katsuki

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4

You ended up fainting shortly after your panic attack, needed to be taken to recovery girl so you could rest. Once you awoke you couldn’t really remember much, it was like a huge chunk of your memory was stripped from you.

“Ugh….” You groan, holding your throbbing head, massaging it to try and ease the pain.

“What happened…?” The fog in your head made you feel like you just woke up from being under anesthetics. Your eyes drooping, your whole body feeling heavy. You felt to exhausted.

“You fainted when you…saw that Midoriya guy, is everything okay? You kind of missed the whole festival…” Mei looked at you concerned.

“What…?who…? Wait what happened? Why am I here.” Grabbing your head, rubbing your temple slightly trying to figure out what happened.

The door slammed open, your familiar blonde haired friend stomping into the room.

“Half the students are talking about how ya passed out. Fuck happened?” His red eyes scanning over your body, examining your pathetic state. He felt heavy concern, pulling up a chair next to the bed.

“I…don’t remember. I saw this boy…”

“I knew you saw fucking Deku.” Katsuki’s fists tightened, remembering how both of you were inseparable, both quirkless little shits. Well one of you was quirkless.

“I don’t know how he fuckin got a quirk. He fuckin lied to both of us…he-“ you cut him off with a confused look. You had no idea who he was talking about.

“Who…is Deku? Is it the kid I saw? Fuck my head.”

You didn’t know what was going on, and it scared the shit out of you.

“Don’t overwhelm her now. She was physically fine…but I think it’s up here that’s the problem. Which I can’t do much about!” The familiar voice of recovery chimed in. Tapping the side of her own head as she mad the statement.

Katsuki’s anger grew and you could tell, you didn’t know why he was so angry. Maybe he was just worried about you?

“I’m okay Katsu…just confused?” You assure him, standing up and dusting yourself off to prove that you were fine.

“You really don��t…I’ll be back. Make sure to leave your window unlocked tonight.” And that was it, katsuki threw the chair aside and took off, clearly he was still angry so you just sighed.

Your mind was so fuzzy, it felt like pieces of you were missing.

But you didn’t know what.

Every since your little accident you’ve been spacing out a little more than usual. Slowing down your pace of work, which raised concern with your friends.

Of course you shrugged it off and tried your best to push through and ignore everything else.

Katsuki was a big help, he has been there for you the whole time. He apologized for what happened before you left for the hospital, and was surprised that you had no initial reaction to seeing him again.

He seemed to be controlling his temper better, at least around you, you could see his anger with his classmates. It seemed he was getting along with everyone.

From time to time you would feel eyes staring daggers into you, and it was always this green haired boy. The boy you saw before you woke up in recovery girls room.

The longing feeling whenever you saw him, the same feeling you feel with Katsuki, it was strong and it confused you. But every-time he tried to approach you katsuki intervened and swept you away.

Of course katsuki couldn’t keep you two apart forever. One day at lunch the boy stopped you in the middle of the halls as you were carrying a box of equipment you wanted to take apart and examine.

“Hey! Y/n…look it’s been a while and-“ you cut him off abruptly.

“Excuse me are we on the first name basis..? I’m not sure I know you.” The look on his face after your statement made you heart ache, you have no clue why your heart felt like this. He just started stuttering and sputtering none sense as you stared at him confused.

“Deku!” A girl ran up behind the green haired boy, she had short brown hair, and a carried a very bouncy vibe.

“There you are! We were looking for you for-“

As she talked you took this as a chance to walk away, rolling your eyes as you made your way back to your workshop.

The more you thought about the boy the more your head started to fuzz up, a slight headache beginning to creep up.

To Mei you were staring at the wall holding a wrench in your hand for 30min straight.

“Y/n! Y/n! Snap out of it!” The familiar voice of the pink haired girl snapping you out of your trance.

"huh? Wha-...What?" You stammered, a wave of confusion and slight panic coming over you as you frantically look around you to examine your surroundings.

"Hey! Hey its okay...are you okay?" Mei gently grabbed your shoulders to ease your panic, all you could do was stutter out random words as she tried her best to soothe your emotions.

Tears began to well up in your eyes, your vision becoming blurry as you began to loose control over your emotions. "where? Why? Why am i crying? What's happening!?" Trying your best not to panic you just let the tears flow.

"Why am i crying?" You sob, burying your head in your hands, your ands gripping your hair tightly.

"Y/n! Y/n! Hey its okay you're okay! Shit! Hold on I'm going to grab someone." Mei wrapped a blanket she has stashed away so she could sleep in the workshop, and wrapped it around you as she quickly dashed out the door.

"What's wrong with me!? Why cant i stop crying?" it hurt so bad, the tears pouring out your eyes hurt your chest as the pain of loss made your world turn.

"Y/n!" That familiar voice made you freeze, quickly you let your hands go and look up at your familiar friend. Katsuki. He was quick to reach you, grabbing your hands the look of concern on his face made your heart soar.

"Hey...it's okay...let it out." With that simple line that left his mouth, you didn't hold back anything from him, crying your heart out as he wrapped his arms around you to comfort you.

Katsuki didn't say any more words, like he knew you didn't even know why you were crying in the first place. His arms made you feel so safe, the comfort you felt from him is something you haven't felt in a very long time.

"it hurts! Katsu It hurts!" You cried out, the unbearable feeling of your heart being torn apart, the feeling of suffocation overcoming you. The feeling of his strong arms tightening around you, moving his hand to the base of your neck, trying to get you to look at him.

"hey...its okay...you should stay at my dorm tonight, I know you wont be able to sleep like this alone like you used to at my house." This statement made you giggle, remembering the night where you'd have panic attacks in the middle of the night and asked Katsuki if you could sleep in his room.

"Yeah...that sounds nice Katsu."

A/N: OMG I actually didn't know people liked my writing or this series like that! I'm so sorry i didn't finish this part any sooner I've been so busy with my 9-5 college! But reading you comments made me motivated! XOXO! Stinmybubs! Sorry if the tag list didn't tag you properly :(

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kitixie · 1 year

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The Sapphire Ring

request: Hi! If your requests are open, I’d like to ask for a Thomas Shelby x Reader. Tommy gets injured in WW1 at some point and is taken care of the same nurse (reader) at the battlefield medic hospital. She has something distinct about her (I was thinking maybe some unique piece of jewelry so it could apply to anyone). He always remembered the nurse for helping him and the reader always remembered him as a patient she saved after losing a lot of her patients. And then years later they reconnect in Birmingham (he recognizes her jewelry first). Just helping eachother through hardship and fluff and reconnection leading to romance. You’re the best, can’t wait to see what you do with it! Thanks!

word count: 2.5k

warnings/info: no warnings for this, just sweetness and a happy ending :) also, i promise i am working on the next part of “Little Girl Gone”, so be on the lookout for that this weekend!! i had so much fun doing this request, i’d love to do more so if you have any requests, please let me know! enjoy!!

1916, in the midst of World War 1.

“Y/N, there’s a patient down the hall, he’s just out of surgery. Would you check on him, Love?”

You turned to face MaryAnn, the lead nurse tonight. Her curly brown hair framed her face a shoulders, her soft smile aimed at you.

“Of course, MaryAnn,” you said, returning her small smile.

Making your way down the hall, you ducked your head in. Most of these patients you’d already seen, so spotting a new face shouldn’t be hard. Especially if he was fresh from surgery, his moaning and grumbling would probably be heard before he was seen.

You had been working at the hospital for two years, you had only started working here because of the war. Your brother had gone off to fight, leaving you and your father home alone together. Your mother had passed away two years before that, leaving you only her cherished sapphire ring. The piece of jewelry was the only luxury your mother had ever had, growing up in a small town on the banks of Dundalk. It was a large sapphire in the center, flanked on four sides by sparking, clear diamonds. You wore the ring at all times, not much worrying if it would get messed up, as the hospital had paid you nicely, and you’d saved up a small pile just in case something happened to it. You loved the ring almost as much as your mother did, feeling as if it was your only connection left to her. You peered at the ring on your finger, continuing on your search for the mystery patient.

A few doors farther down, a loud bang came from one of the patient rooms. You rushed to the door, only to see a man standing up, and a rolling metal tray lying on the floor. You watched him for a moment, just to see what his next moves were. You observed his pale skin, almost blue tinged; then his dark hair. His head was shaved around the bottom, leaving a messy patch on the top half of his head. He looked to the tray, then to the bed, then to the window on the other side of the room. He leant over to retrieve something off the floor, when he cursed.

“Sir, are you okay?” You called, stepping into the room slowly so as not to frighten him.

He slowly turned towards you, and only when he was fully facing you did you see the bloody bandage dangling from his shoulder.

“I could use a bit of help, I suppose,” he grumbled, staring at you.

You slowly approached him, letting him see that your hands were clear. He was young, a few years visibly older than you, but young enough to justify that the only reason he was in here was because of the war.

“I’m not delusional, I know where I am. So you can stop easing towards me like I’m shell-shocked, aye?” He said, an accent coming out from somewhere.

“You can never be too cautious, ya know,” you stated, straightening your posture back up to full height, and walking normally paced towards him.

You removed his own hand from his bloodied shoulder, and nodded towards the bed. He followed orders, and sat down, rolling his head to the side so you could get a better look.

“I’m Tommy,” he offered, blowing out a deep breath.

“Y/N,” you said, focusing your attention on his now leaking stitches.

You could feel as he watched you, those blue eyes tracking your every movement precisely. He had indeed pulled out his stitches, but it was nothing you couldn’t fix.

“Ya pulled your stitches, so I hope whatever you were trying to do was worth it,” You laughed, casting him a gentle glance so he’d see the joke in your eyes.

“I was trying to get a smoke, so I’d say it was worth it.”

“You want a smoke? I’m about to restitch your shoulder, so ‘ats the least I could let ya do,” you smiled, picking up his discarded pack of cigarettes from the floor, also handing him his pack of matches.

He returned the smile, immediately struck up a match, sending the smell of smoke and tobacco throughout the room. You gently closed the door, not wanting to disturb the other patients with the smell. Walking back over to Tommy, you held a small suture kit in your hands.

“This is gonna hurt, so be ready,” you breathed, not wanting him to lash out at the pain.

“I’ll be fine, Love. But talk to me, will you? Helps distract me,” he said, exhaling a long stream of smoke from his mouth and nostrils.

“Okay,” you agreed. Readying the needle and thread you began speaking right before running the small metal piece through his skin.

“I’m from Ireland, born and raised. Although I used to live in Dundalk, now here we are in Dublin. My brother is fighting in the war, at least I assume he’s still fighting, hasn’t come home alive or in a box yet,” you joked, but feeling a slight twinge of pain in your heart. You continued, “I work ‘ere every night, I like nightshift best because it’s when the least amount of people actually come into the hospital. I don’t really handle losing patients well, but that’s another story,” you sighed, nearly done with the first few stitches.

Tommy nodded his head, releasing another puff of smoke before speaking.

“I’m from Birmingham, it’s not really a place worth talking about though. I fought in the war, ‘ts how I ended up here, but you’ve gathered that much. I’ve got a couple siblings, some still at war, some not, but they’re my only family.” he said, going back to his cigarette.

“I have the one brother, and my father. My mother died a few years ago, but it’s part of my past life now.” You spoke, finishing up the last few stitches. He hasn’t flinched the entire time.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Love. But every sorrier to say I can relate.” Tommy said, gently turing his shoulders towards you now that you were done putting him back together.

“It’s alright, I’m sorry for your loss too, it never really gets better, just more dull,” you remarked, cleaning up the kit from the small rolling tray you had placed it on.

You took notice of Tommy’s staring, following his eyes as the flicked over you, assessing every detail. His eyes caught on your ring, and he cocked his head.

“That’s a lovely ring, Mrs. Y/N,” he said, drawing out the Missus.

“It’s just Miss, and thank you,” you laughed, “it was my mothers.” You gave him a soft smile, looking toward the ring on your middle finger.

You helped Tommy settle back into his small bed, then bid him goodnight with the promise to check on him tomorrow.

The next evening, you barely had time to check in before MaryAnn was hounding you about Tommy. He had been refusing care all day, saying that you were the only person he’d allow to check his stitching. The other nurses had tried to reason with, tried to explain that you wouldn’t be here until 10 pm, but he would not listen. He wanted your care, and only your care. You promised MaryAnn you would handle it, and went off on your way to his room. You rapped your hand against the door, slightly cracking it open.

“Tommy?” You called out, not wanting to startle him.

“Oi, finally. I’ve been asking for you all day, where have you been, Y/N?” He said, slowly sitting himself up in the cot.

“I told you Tommy, I work nightshift. It doesn’t switch over until 10,” you laughed, “although I am flattered that you refused all care other than mine.”

“Of course I would, you have the best bedside manner of all the nurses.” taking a drag from the cigarette you hadn’t noticed earlier, “Plus you’re beautiful,” he added.

Your cheeks flushed, and you brought a hand to chest, resting it over your heart.

“Flattery rarely works on nurses, Tommy. Now let’s get those stitches checked.” You smiled, your cheeks hurting from how genuine it was.

After checking his stitches, you gave him the all clear and told him he should be released in a few days, and you swore a frown flashed across his face before straightening back out. You bid him goodnight, with the promise to see him tomorrow night.

For a week straight, this little routine carried on. You’d come see him as soon as you arrived at work, check his stitches, then the two of you would just talk. You talked with him about varying subjects, both of your families, home life (although Tommy didn’t give much away here), and your hopes for the future. You told him of your plans to travel after the war ended, and he told you how he never wanted to travel again. You would compare families, your brother palling in comparison to the array of Shelby boys that Tommy had described to you. Every night, the two of you would talk, some conversations were short, some lasted so long that MaryAnn had to come pull you from his room so that you would round on your other patients. You developed a sense of kinship with Tommy, although the two of you were admittedly very different. You got excited to go to work, marking events in your day that you were excited to tell Tommy about. You thought of him outside of the hospital, more than you should. But how could anyone resist the charms of Tommy Shelby?

On Friday night, you arrived to the hospital. You checked in, and began rounding on your patients, saving Tommy for when you had a bit of free time; you had a lot you wanted to tell him. You eventually found your way to his room, softly knocking on the door.

“Tommy?” You called, easing through the doorway.

Tommy was sitting up in his cot, stitches almost healed enough to go home. You had come to dread the day he would leave, he felt like a friend, maybe more.

“Y/N, Love, I thought you had forgotten me.” He said, adding his signature Tommy Shelby smirk to the end.

“I could never forget you, Tommy,” you blushed, “Now, let me check up on those stitches.”

He nodded his head, tipping it to the side so that you could access his shoulder better.

“How’s Georgia?” He asked. Georgia was an elderly lady who lived in your apartments, you had told Tommy about how she loved to bake for you.

“She’s good, she brought me meat pies earlier today,” you said, giving a soft smile, “These stitches look healed Tommy, I think you can go home soon.”

Tommy grew a distant look in his eye, gazing to the floor.

“I don’t really want to go, if I’m honest.” He said, pulling you from similar thoughts.

“I know Tommy, but your family probably misses you, I know I would be.” You replied, trying to coax him with a soft rub of his shoulder.

He placed his hand gently over yours, his massive hand covering the ring.

“You would be or you will be?” He said, cheekily flashing you a smile.

“I will miss you, Tommy. You have been a joy to take care of, and a good friend to talk to.” You could feel tears wanting to come from your eyes, but ever the professional, you held them back.

He gave a soft smile, placing a gentle kiss to your hand.

“If you ever find yourself in Birmingham, come find me. I’ll be at The Garrison, waiting for you.”

Tommy had mentioned The Garrison a few times, noting how it was his family’s favorite bar and pub, and how they spent most evenings there. You gave him a soft nod, and retracted your hand.

“Goodnight, and, goodbye, Thomas.” You smiled at him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, before you exited his room.

1921, five years later

You found yourself staring, craning your neck up to the sign in front of you. A hundred questionable decisions had led you here, to Birmingham.

The first decision, was getting married. The second, was getting divorced. Your husband had been a prick, and you knew it when you married him but he was handsome, and certainly you could have done worse.

The third decision was traveling. You had been all over the world, but you had avoided Birmingham like it had the plague. After Tommy was discharged, you quit the hospital. Every time you would walk by his former room, tears would well in your eyes and breath would catch in your throat. You hadn’t realized how accustomed to Him you had become, not until he’d left.

But now, five years after last seeing each other, you stood in front of the doors to The Garrison.

Pushing into the pub, holding the leash on your fear and anxiety, you approached the bar. An unpleasant bar keep took your order, appearing surprised at the order of Irish Whiskey for a young lady. You got your drink, and waited. Waited to see if what Tommy had said still rang true. Had he been waiting for you?

You heard a knock, coming from the window that peered into the back room of the pub. The bar keep opened it, and you nearly fainted. There, ten feet away, stood Mr. Thomas Shelby.

You stared at him, mouth hanging open like a fool. He had only gotten more handsome, a peaky cap now sitting atop his head, which looked much better now that he had some color and a fresh haircut. He was dressed in a fine suit, looking polished and refined, like a real man, not just a patient in the hospital. His eyes caught yours for a single second, and a look of recognition flashed across his face before vanishing. The window closed, and your heart sank. He didn’t remember you, or worse, he didn’t want you here.

You stood from your barstool, slapping a bill on the bar. Your ring, that same ring Tommy had stared at and asked a hundred questions about, still sat on your middle finger. The metal slapped against the bar, and you could only look towards the floor on your way out.

A warm, pale hand snatched your arm from your side, cradling that soft hand that held the ring.

“Y/N?”

You whirled around, face to face with Tommy. He had remembered you! You wrapped your arms around his neck, embracing him in a tight hug. He returned the gesture, wrapping his long arms around you and lifting you from the floor. Your head tucked into the crook of his neck, inhaling the tobacco scent you had always associated with Tommy. He gently placed your feet back on the floor before speaking.

“I never thought you’d come,” he breathed, a grin on his face, “but I am so glad that you did, Love.” He said, just before leaning in and placing a hard, passionate kiss to your mouth.

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