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discount gay ass simon blackquill + iori yagami momence xoxo
#el.doc#went to the mall and got possessed by something all i could think of was ‘you need to dress up like these edgy motherfuckers NOW!!!!!!’#did not find red pants that i liked tho 😔😔#its jus the vest and the corduroy cropped jacket i got the button ups were brewing in my closet for this moment lul
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Sugar and Spike
pairing(s): Spike x fem!reader
summary: after a night of patrol goes wrong, Spike starts noticing some changes in himself, mainly that Buffy's sweetest friend won't leave his mind and that she would never look at him the same if she knew what he wanted to do to her.
warnings: smut!!! a smidge of yandereness, kinda a sex or die fic, possessive spike, handjob, unprotected piv sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (fem receiving), praise kink, biting/marking (mentions of blood), a little bit of spanking, overstimulation, riding, fingering, veryyy little plot, and I think thats about it.
In hindsight, they should've kept a better eye on him. It was an odd night of patrolling, the usual gaggle of vampires being a demon or two this time around. Big tall thing that appeared out of nowhere and left as soon as it came. Spike, always with little regard for the consequences of his actions, ran right in. Ran so hard he went right through the demon as it went into smoke. He breathed it in before going into a coughing fit, as if he could feel it in his nose and lungs, spreading in his chest like a vine that pulled everything impossible tight before releasing him like he was never in its grasp . Red flag one.
It fell on him like rain, some clumping into what looked like pink sparkles in his hair, on his jacket, his worn boots. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling away expecting to see it gunked together, but there was nothing there. It felt like his hair had been hit by my mist, slightly damp and cool. It seeped into his exposed skin, adhering itself into a pink sheen which also disappeared after only a few minutes. He remembered trying to brush it off, expecting it to feel wet but it was just slick. It was admittedly infuriating, especially since the feeling wouldn't go away. Red flag two.
“Buffy!” He shouted, rubbing his hands on his jeans as if it was going to wipe away the phantom feeling, but his complaints were met with apathy.
“There’s nothing there, Spike.” A groan bubbled in his chest.
“Astute observation, Slayer, but it feels like something’s there.” You were there beside him, something that would’ve gone unnoticed had he not been hit with your scent as your fingers brushed against his hand. He pulled away quickly out of instinct, not as subtle as he would’ve liked to because you noticed and scampered off in between Buffy and Giles. The distance between you and him got larger and the two of you talked about a mall trip you had planned and Willow was the only one to stick with him. She humored him, allowing him to shower at her place and taking a sample of skin only to find nothing. No residue, nothing abnormal, nothing had changed at all. Red flag three.
But he was sure it was fine. Nothing had really changed. You had been a bit cautious though.
You were prone to worrying, and he couldn't blame you. There was a lot to worry about when your best friends hunted demons and one of them was a literal creature of the night. You worried about Buffy so much he genuinely feared you would collapse from all the stress you put yourself under. Pursuing a nursing degree so they could avoid hospital visits unless absolutely necessary because none of you had the money. Having him train you in basic self-defense because you hated feeling like dead weight. You took up Latin and all of the other dead languages in those old dusty books just so you could be useful. You tied yourself in knots just to be sweet. God, you were so sweet. Even to your own detriment, like pure sugar that was going to rot his teeth eventually.
The more time you spent together, the more the rot seemed to take his brain than his teeth. His mouth never got anywhere near you; Buffy made sure of that. He wished he could say it was because she was babying you too much, that you were also tired of Buffy making Spike seem like the biggest mistake you could ever make. To be fair, he hardly knew you. He knew of you; he knew of the pink wardrobe and the fluffy socks and the pretty shoes. He knew of you as Buffy's cute neighbor who stopped by so often that you might as well live with them. You weren't being a baby, you were being cautious, even more now. He almost wished you didn't believe him as much as you did, maybe you'd keep visiting him. He hadn't seen you in days and it was really starting to take a toll on him. His leg bounced and he got in the bad habit of biting his nails, which was starting to get annoying with how often he had to repaint them.
If you were here, you would repaint them. You would sit your pretty self on his busted couch, and you'd have a little bag with you with all your pins and charms that jingled like the earrings that dangle from your ears. In your bag would be at least three shades of pink, a range of blacks and greys, and a wild card or two, maybe a blue or a green. You'd let him pick his color, despite knowing he always went for black. You asked anyway, just in case he decided to go with pink just to humor you. Had you walked through right now, he would've obliged. He would've done anything you asked him too. It wasn't even that he was lonely, but it was getting to suffocate in here. It was getting hot, like a fire was spreading. Each breath felt smoke filled, his skin was on fire, his skin was getting damp, like the dust had fallen again. His hand was shaky as he put a cigarette between his lips and lit it, surely the smell would break him out of what had to be a daze.
If you were here, you'd make a joke about him needing to air the place out. He'd probably open the door and call that enough air, but he liked his privacy, and he didn't like the idea of anyone just being able to waltz right in. You would want to make a joke about no one wanting to visit him, but you’d bite your tongue at the fear of being too harsh. You always got that look in your eye when you thought something that could be misconstrued as mean. You took your lip into your teeth and your pretty eyelashes flitted and you looked away. He thought about what it would be like to bite your lips, wanting to see what they looked like, all red and even prettier than they were before. Just a taste, that's all he wanted, a taste.
He got up to open up the door only for that phantom feeling to return. All over his body, it felt like he had stepped out into the sun, like every molecule that made up his body was vibrating and mere seconds from combusting. His breathing got ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his brain going into overdrive. He squeezed his eyes shut as if it would make it go away, but even from behind his eyelids, you were there. The idea of you, your smile, your laughter, fuck the very way you said his name. It sounded so nice coming from you.
The way you said it when he got injured in a fight when you would patch up his wounds and have a bag of blood for him to replace what he lost. “Spike.” you would say. Like he should’ve known better than to just throw himself into danger. Not even bothering to consider the possibility that he did it to look heroic, or maybe in your care with your hands over his chest. There’s no reason for him to be this beaten and bruised from some baby vamp; William the Bloody. Spike? He had pride, but not as much as Angelus. It was easily quenched by the fact that he was in no way losing with your delicate hands tracing over faded scars on his chest and feeding him blood while they were just dust.
“Spike.” Buffy would say, her tone laced with less concern and more disapproval. She knew something was up. After all they had gone through together, vampires should’ve been nothing for him. He had to space out his “fuck ups” just to get her off his back, just to get her voice out of his head. She didn’t say his name like you did.
There wasn’t much better than how you said his name when it was just the two of you. Being together in his crypt, sometimes in your own bedroom which you had invited him into much to Buffy’s chagrin. “It’s Spike,” you had said, “how many times have we saved the world with him? I think he’s earned it.” It sent shivers down his spine. He would’ve saved the world so much sooner if it meant being able to be in your space. If it meant getting to hear you say his name through fits of laughter, trying to regain your breath while still finding enough to utter his name. “Spike.” you said, your hand over his while you giggled. He felt that heat now, felt the heat of all your touches culminating right now. All over his skin, tensing his muscles, holding his chest as he fought for breath himself.
While he had the chance, he should’ve raided your underwear drawer. Now he was left to fist his dick with just the memory of you. You wouldn’t notice a pair or two gone, surely you wouldn’t. It was the type of small thing you would overlook because really what is a pair or two. You wouldn’t want him to be in pain, hearing his situation now, you’d feel like it was all your fault. The least you could spare was a pair of your prettiest panties for him to wrap around his cock while he fisted himself to the thought of you and how you would say his name now.
The closest he’d gotten would be after a big battle. You had taken a beating, by the time you had gotten to a safe space you had lost a dangerous amount of blood, but the sounds that came out of your mouth were so delicious. And you trusted him to carry you to safety, your bloody hand wrapping itself around his bicep to maintain some tether to consciousness. “Spike.” your voice dripping with pain, but even that wasn’t enough to mask how pretty you sounded. He felt bad then for how hard it got him, but there is such a thin line between pain and pleasure. The only difference now would be circumstance, and he would never hurt you. This would be good for you, the both of you, you just had to let him. You just had to say his name.
“Spike?” In that moment, he knew there had to be some high power looking out for him when he heard your voice. Dream-like, and soft, like the wind could have blown it out and away from your lips. “Spike?!” you said again. He couldn’t tell if it was his shred of restraint or his body’s unwillingness to listen to his brain that kept him glued to his couch.
“Now really isn’t a good time, love.” He tried to keep his voice level, he really did, but it was too much. And you weren’t stupid, he heard the heels of your shoes against the hard floor and smelt you before he even saw you. And fuck you smelt heavenly.
“Are you okay? What happened-” You looked like you had a halo above your head, or maybe he was much further gone than he had thought. You cut yourself off in shock. When you had walked in, you hadn’t expected to catch Spike with his hands down his pants.
“You know what, I’m just gonna go a-and come back later.” You tried to smile in an attempt to make the situation less awkward than it needed to be, but he grabbed you by your wrist.
“Wait-I just need-fuck. I just need you to stay for a bit. I don’t feel good.” Your eyes met and you saw the sheen of what you assumed to be sweat covering his chest and face. His pupils blown out, his hair out of place, his labored breathing, like he couldn’t catch his breath. Oddly enough, the sheen had a pink tinge, and despite the fact that his fangs were protruding, his vampire face hadn’t appeared. You reached out to touch his forehead to surprisingly find a temperature. He groaned at the contact, both wanting to melt into your skin and like it physically pained him.
“What happened?” He declined the answer, instead pushing his head more into the palm of your hand, tipping his head to sniff the inside of your wrist. “What are you doing?” You tried to pull away and put some distance in between the two of you, but he pulled you back, even closer than before.
“You smell so good.” He nosed his way past your wrist and up your arm till he made it to your collarbone, trying to find where he could hear your blood pump the loudest. “Stop it!” you pushed against him as soon as you felt the tip of his fangs attempting to break skin. To both of your surprise, he let you. It looked like it pained him to do so, his eyes screwed shut and his hand gripping the arm of his couch until the wood snapped.
“If this is about the demon thing, I’m gonna go get Willow, okay? You just need to stay right here.” The authority you had laced in your voice was cute.
“Just stay here with me, yeah? There’s no need to get Willow. We don’t need Willow.” His voice had dropped an octave, his pupils blown and his brain damn near empty. Anything went in one ear then out the other as he held your hands in his, staring through you as if daring you to defy him.
“Spike, you aren’t well.” You had tried to reason, but all he heard was that you weren’t saying no because you didn’t want this. You were concerned for his well being, even when he had you pinned down and his teeth at your neck, each breath moving you closer to him drawing blood, you were saying no because you were concerned he didn’t want this. You somehow thought he didn’t want you.
“I’ve never felt better, baby.”, he said-practically fucking growled. Hell if he wanted you, he needed you. He pressed himself into you, his hands grabbing at anything he could to ground himself, his left at the base of your scalp and his right bunching the fabric of your skirt in his hands. He breathed into your neck, nipping and nicking at bare skin then soothing it with his tongue and kisses. He worked himself up over you, taking and taking until he was drunk, his tongue lolled out as he put his head on your chest.“Can I fuck you.”
You had been caught in a daze yourself, his words had barely registered. You had more sense than he did at this point, finding enough resolve to shake your head. “Please.” he begged, groaning it out through clenched teeth. “I need you to make it feel better, please God just make it feel better.” He had pushed his hips into your hand, his weeping cock leaking onto you, pleading with you to touch it. “I’ll make it good for you, I swear, just be my sweet girl, yeah? Just make it better.”
You experimentally rubbed the tip, and he whimpered. His hand grabbing your wrist so fast a look of shock flashed across his face. You took that as a sign to pull away but he put your hand back around him, pushing your hand up and down his base. “Too much too quick, love.”
Any hesitancy you had was swallowed as he smashed his lips into yours. It was urgent and quick, almost bruising how hard he kissed and held you as if you were going to disappear at any point. He tugged at a handful of hair, catching you in a moan that he used to force tongue into your mouth, sucking it as you pumped his dick at a painfully slow pace.
His kisses made you breathless, and it was then you realized that he likely forgot in his haze that you actually needed air. He moaned into your lips, the sound spreading throughout your body and shaking you to your core. It wasn’t lost on him how damp your underwear had gotten, had he had the strength to pull away to touch you he would, but the mere seconds his skin would be off yours was enough of a deterrent to keep him in place.
You tried to move away, but his hand kept you in place. “Don’t move.”, he rushed it out, a tone that otherwise would’ve been more commanding had he not been weak himself. “Keep going.” His hips bucked and stuttered, his movements becoming erratic the more faint your touches became. Like it was a warning; let me up for air and I’ll keep touching you. He whined at the thought of you pulling away. That wasn’t fair.
His lips parted from yours, settling for the corner of your mouth before moving to your jawline to your neck, then just under your ear. You gasped for breath, you numb with the ecstasy of air and the feeling of his rushed kisses. He was getting close. Your hand was covered in his sticky pre-cum, his cock even more so as your hand moved alone over him, his own hand now grabbing at your shirt at the feeling. You squeezed at the bass, a motion he clearly enjoyed with how his body tensed up. A series of obscenities flowed from his pretty lips as he came, spurts of his cum getting over your pretty pink skirt, an image Spike would get himself off to later.
You didn’t get long to sit in what just happened when he was on you again, laying you on your back and ripping your skirt clean off. You moaned something that sounded like “My skirt!”, but neither one of you were really worried about it.
His lithe fingers were quick, rubbing you through the fabric of your panties, while he kissed up to where you wanted him excruciatingly slow. His hands rubbed and teased at the soft skin of your thighs, marking bruises everywhere he went.
He moaned into you, sniffing you once again, before finding a place he wanted to dig his fangs into. Maybe it was how delicately he stuck in his teeth, maybe it was the lust blown fervor, but it didn’t hurt as much as you anticipated. In fact, you moaned at the intrusion, unable to know what to do with yourself as he sucked and lapped up the blood he had drawn. Your fingers wove into his hair, as if he could be pulled any closer to you than he already was. “You taste so good. So good.” And he let you know as such. The obscene noises that flew from the both of you, the slurping and whines, the pop of his lips as he traveled from one spot to another. But that’s not how he intended to eat you whole.
You were unbelievably wet, soaking through your panties and even Spikes fingers before he took pity on you and decided to pull them aside and plant his fingers into you. Now, you weren’t a virgin, but you had never had sex that felt as good as this. Never had someone in you that had hundreds of years of practice beforehand.
“You’re doing so good, Sweet Girl. So good, can’t get enough of you.” What was an attempt to calm your nerves, had you keening and over the moon, the praise bringing tears to your eyes as you ground yourself in his hand. That didn’t move him along any quicker, his tongue still collecting anything you would give him like he hadn’t been fed in years.
“Spike!” You called out, which finally seemed to get his attention. He saw the glass-like look your eyes had taken and the pout on your face. You looked like you were about to cry. Poor thing, so desperate. He said he’d take care of you, make you feel good. No point in denying the inevitable.
You whined when he pulled out of you just to choke when he began to devour you. His nose at your clit and his tongue plunging into. “Thank you.” he muttered into you, like this was some divine gift to him. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” The combination of his praise and how good he was giving it to you made that coil in your belly tighten and tighten until it threatened to snap. And he just kept going. Completely in his own world, the only thoughts in his mind being about you, how you smelled, how you tasted, god you were so good to him. Letting him eat you out like this, helping him like this. He shouldn’t have expected any less from his girl. His sweet girl. No one else's, you couldn’t be anyone else's after this. His grip tightened around your thighs at the very thought. “Mine.” he said, the vibrations hitting your core deliciously. “Mine.”
“Yours Spike, all yours.” He hummed in approval, inserting two fingers back into you while he kept up his electric pace. He held your hand as it began to be too much, your back arching off the couch and your thighs closing around his head as he just kept going. You called his name as you came, high and higher until it became too heavy on your mouth and you couldn’t say anything at all. The grip you had on his hand had loosened, but he hadn’t let up. He still rambled into you, “Again. Again. Again. Please.”
You didn’t know if your hips were bucking into him or try to wiggle away from him. Either way, both attempts were unsuccessful. With how hard he pulled on your panties they had snapped and had been thrown to the side for the simple crime of being in his way. His forearm lay on your hip keeping you in place. Your hand still laid in his, him squeezing it as if it was any comfort from the inescapable feeling of his tongue licking your thoroughly soaked pussy.
Your toes curled in your frilly socks as you came again on his tongue, and you foolishly expected that to be enough. You would’ve asked him to stop if you could pant out anything more than whines. You would’ve pushed him away if you could manage anything more than weak taps on his forearm. “No more.” you whispered out. “Can’t.” His fingers rubbed your hand as some form of encouragement.
“Yes you can, love.” You shook your head weakly, scooting your hips back only for him to swiftly smack your pussy. You preened on the contact, and he drank in the arousal that gushed out just from that. “My sweet girl isn’t gonna disappoint me, is she? She’s gonna make me all better, isn’t that right?” Your brain was so fogged out you couldn’t even produce a response. You just groaned and squirmed, unable to brace for impact when he smacked you again.
“Spike!” You cried out, but he didn’t care. Heknew you were feeling good from how much you gushed while he tongue fucked your cunt. It was just a bit too much for you right now. You would feel better, you just needed to let go some more. He tried to relax you, tried rubbing mindless shapes on your skin to calm you down as he worked you through your third orgasm, but you just heaved. Your tits bounced with how heavily you breathed, and yet after all of that, he still didn’t feel better. Why didn’t he feel better?
Despite the relief that came from him pausing his abuse, you still whined as he sat up from behind your legs. With your taste still on his tongue, he kissed you. You sighed into him, the feeling of his large hands moving from your hip to under your shirt to touch your tummy and rip your bra in half. You didn’t even notice him moving you into his lap and setting your thighs on either side of him so you straddled him. He thumbed your nipples, pinching and rubbing over them while he relished in the feeling of you cunt so close to his dick.
You didn’t seem to catch on either as he slid in between your folds, too lost of him finally kissing you again. You moaned into this kiss as his fingers dipped to toy with your clit before he whispered in your ear. “Just one more.”
In one fluid motion, he slipped his dick into his cunt, catching you as your limbs went weak. He was so big you felt your eyes water with the pressure of him being in you. You could tell he was struggling to stay still, but the haze had worn off enough for him to regain some sense. He still waited eagerly for you to adjust, brushing the fallen tears from your eyes and kissing your checks to make it all better.
“Too big. It’s too big.” You stuttered. It was all you could manage to mutter out. He cooed at you, his dick growing harder than he thought possible at the feeling of it all and the praise.
“I was made for you, Pretty Girl, you can take it.” You yelped as he jerked his hips into yours, but he just couldn’t help it. You were so pretty like this, all fucked out and dumb. Not a thought behind those eyes of yours and the only thoughts he was capable of was you. How warm you were, how wet you were, how tight you were. You were squeezing him and milking him dry and as much as he tried he just couldn’t stop him self from fucking into you.
“I’m sorry.” and he meant it. You weren’t ready and he couldn’t even tell if he was ready, his body had a mind of his own and he felt himself just slipping into the feeling of being enveloped by you. “Just too good. You’re too good. My good girl. You’re gonna take all I give you, aren’t you, love? You gonna be my sweet girl and take it?” His voice was breathy and low and impossibly hot.
All you could manage was a soft ‘mhm’ as you took him in. It wasn’t like you had any other choice as you bounced on his cock, gripping at his chest and taking in each moan you earned as you drew blood from your scratches.
You felt every inch of him, felt the tip of his dick hit your cervix and kept pounding at it like it was his job; like he would die if he didn’t. You can’t do anything but take it as you screw your eyes shut and just try to breathe as everything in your body fights to hold on to some feeling. It was impossible to think, not when Spike’s hands were all over you and his touch was so incredibly hot. Even stranger, a pink glow began to emanate from him, that or you were closer to passing out than you originally thought. .
He kept you close to his chest as you both chased your impending highs together, your lips meeting in the middle as you moaned and sighed into each other's mouths and he was a goner, rambling like a mad man in your ear, thanking you endlessly for something he couldn’t put his hands on. Maybe it was your release, that you felt coming like a truck. He squeezed at the fat of your hips, pulling you even closer until neither one of you could tell where the other started and ended and you came like that, so close that you were almost suffocating, but a different kind from before.
He came not long after you, his dick still inside spurting his cum inside you and keeping it in there with little intention of coming out any time soon. That pink glow had faded from before, fading away until there was nothing there and the slight pink tinge from before was gone too. His eyes drooped a bit, his blue irises that you hadn’t realized you had missed finally reappeared, his pupils returning to normal and his fangs retracting.
He hung his head in your neck and you felt his temperature drop a bit, no longer boiling hot. He refused to move his head from his spot though. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was ashamed of what just happened.
After the both of you had a moment to catch your breaths, he removed himself from inside you, stalking off to find something to wear now that your outfit was completely ruined. He even had the decency to turn around while you changed, granted he had a hard time looking at you anyway.
“You’re gonna wanna deep clean that couch.” You said to break the silence. You were surprised you got a chuckle out of him.
“Yeah. I don’t normally do this sort of thing on there.” Another moment of silence passed between the two of you.
“You know, we can go back to my place and I can fix your nails. I can tell you’ve been biting at them.” He didn’t need to be told twice either. The place still stunk of sex and his head was feeling clearer than it had in days, he couldn’t stand to be there right now.
“About all of this…you won’t tell Buffy, right?” You giggled.
“Not if you don’t.” And that was more than enough for him.
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its villain Kirishima
villan Kirishima who stalks you and your every move bc he just can’t resist a pretty lil thing who looks like a goddess, one who could rule the world with. Villan Kirishima who hooks up with you bc let’s b honest you don’t like to watch the news and he knows it so you’d have no idea of who he is and because he finally found what he was feeling..love (more of a fuckin obsession bc he knows what soap u use and what clothing u wear EVEN your shoe size) he is OBSESSED. Villain Kirishima who starts dating you only for guys to flaunt over to u and hit on you (yes Kiri is all dressed so no one notices him bc he doesn’t want to start a whole stampede EXPETIALY in a mall) (you two have been dating for like 3 years now)
And now your at home from said mall..You were pinned to the counter as kirishima is fucking into you like a mad man (he technically is but you don't know that) you can’t make out any words because his tip is rubbing your g-spot and because his massive cock is splitting you open like your his personal cocksleeve and the only thing you can think about in this moment is how fast he’s fucking the shit out of you
Simply because he’s seen so many guys eyeing you, some of them even had the courage to come up to talk to you and ignore Kirishima, ofc he was pissed off ab it
what really set him off was when he saw said dude grab you by your waist and try to kiss you (yes it was in front of Kirishima)
OOOOO BOY WAS HE PISSED
he simply dragged you to the car and told you to wait there
meanwhile he was dragging the guy to a alleyway andddddd punched him once squatted down (he’s so hot omg) and said “if I ever see you again I will fuckin’ kill you”
the guy was fucking shaking in fear bc let’s be honest what power would our lovely kirishima have if he wasn’t intimidating and serious to those who oppose him or those who even think about his downright gorgeous (it took me half an hour trynna spell that word… the things I do for u people) girlfriend
and now he’s fucking you like there’s no tomorrow “yeah? You love it when my fat cock is in you huh? You love it when I’m deep in your pussy? You love it when I’m fucking you like this?yeah?yeah?”
you are so out of it like you could barely breathe just from how fast he’s fucking you
all because he’s soooooooooooo possessive of his pretty gal
He must keep you all to himself ( not only because your his girl but also because he’s crazy for you)
next thing that happens is that a HERO (his nemesis bakugo no I won’t go into detail bc I’m l lazyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy) Was hitting on you….BROAD DAYLIGHT anywhooooooooooooooooo
he simply went and sized up bakugo in broad daylight in front of you and ofc its you being in the middle only for you to be all confused bc you don’t watch the news
you innocently look up at Kirishima and with pure confusion you ask
“Babe..whats going on?” As you cling to him
bakugo being clearly confused
he simply looks down at you softening his gaze but still standing his ground ready to fight “ I’ll tell you later jewel..please go back to the car”
and you do because no#1 he fine af no#2bc why not? No#3 bc you want to walk
so now your in the car and your waiting patiently thennnnn something happens the guy who previously kissed you is running for whatever reason (bc kiri scared the shit outta him)
he made eye contact with you and played it off as if he were just on a jog.
he then walked up to the car you were in and tapped on the glass just to yk talk to you
you got out of the car bc you have simply lost the will to walk :/
and you start to walk around with the guy bc you simply didn’t think of the consequences of your actions smh
And so here you are ( if you want the fight tell me) walking around and clearly Kiri won the fight because yeah and he's a hottie so ofc he will win likeeee
So he was panicking because he couldn't find you
anything could have happened like you getting stolen, someone better than him takes you away, you dumped him, the hero’s took you
Whatever it was it made him mad
he jumped on rooftop of the buildings and searched
it only took him 5 minutes to find you
He looked at the guy and fucked him up
grabbed you ( he threw you over his shoulder and smacked your ass when you threw a fit)
“ you shoulda’ stayed in the car like I told you to”
“ but I don’t wannaaaa it’s boring in there! I wanna go shopping!!!!!!!”
and that earned you another smack to the ass
And here you are now
getting fucked on the counter, his tip reaching places you can’t with your dildo
him punishing your pussy
him playing with your clit and stopping and pulling out when you about to release
and no
not like the other smuts that are written he doesn’t finaly let you cum
instead he restrains you to stop you from touching and sits you across from him an you each as he pumps his dick in his hand
and you simply whine from the loss of contact
you never got that contact for the rest of the night
#mha kirishima#kirishima x reader#eijirou kirishima#kirishima smut#kirishima fluff#villain kirishima
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My Brother's Best Friend pt5
(I was quite literally logged out of my tumblr account...and I wasn't gonna do smut this chapter but since I took so long to come out with this I decided to bless ur horny asses. enjoy😏)
I stood still in the shower, letting the hot water run through my hair and down my back. The steam fogged up the glass doors and filled the bathroom, reminding me how long I'd been in there. I could hear the faint ringing of my phone from under the water, it was the second time it had gone off and I was beginning to worry that I was missing something important.
With a quiet sigh, I shut off the shower and stepped out to grab my towel. Leaning over the counter, I tapped my phone, eyeing the two missed FaceTime calls I had from my best friend, Noelle. We were supposed to go to the mall together to get some Christmas shopping done, I called her back to make sure plans hadn't changed.
"Hello?" I said when she picked up.
"Hey, you almost ready?" she asked.
"Yeah, I gotta get dressed first."
"Okay, well, I'm on my way" she told me, getting into her car.
"Alright, text when you're outside" I responded.
She nodded and hung up, my home screen picture of the two of us reappearing. I clicked my phone off and walked into my room, pulling open my dresser. I decided on a sweatsuit, the Minnesota air was brutal in the winter. Letting my towel drop, I grabbed a pair of panties and began to slip them on.
"Shit, at least buy me dinner first" a voice laughed from behind me.
I jumped at the sound, instinctively covering myself as I turned around.
Paige stood there with the cockiest smirk on her face, her arms crossed as she leaned against my shut door. She had on a red hoodie with black sweatpants, her blonde hair tucked behind her ears. How long had she been standing there...And why hadn't she said anything?
Paige had never seen me fully naked, anytime we hooked up I'd keep my shirt on or she'd move my panties aside. Skin to skin contact just felt so much more intimate, and I wasn't sure if Paige and I were there yet. Actually, I wasn't sure we'd ever be there.
My mouth fell open at the sight of her. She wasn't supposed to come home for another two days, I had it marked on the calendar in all caps -- Micah's name was there too obviously...
"What're you doing here?" I asked with wide eyes.
Paige frowned playfully, "I thought you'd be happy to see me" she said, pushing herself off of the door and climbing into my bed. She laid there with her hands behind her head, eyes shamelessly looking over me. I covered myself even more, biting my lip. Paige laughed and shook her head, "Get dressed if you want to."
I got changed as quickly as I could, pulling on my sweatpants and my tank top. I wanted to wait until right before I left to put the hoodie on. I had planned to do my curl routine and a full face of makeup, just really taking the time to get myself ready, but all that went out the window the second I saw Paige.
The blonde had this ability to take complete control over me, whether she meant to or not. I couldn't think straight with her around, my mind becoming a chaotic mess as I tried to anticipate anything that would happen. She made me feel like I was everything, like nothing else mattered when we were together. The way she looked at me when she fucked me, like I was a prized possession, the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.
I finished putting my earrings in and spun around in a cloud of perfume.
"You're so cute" Paige commented.
I set the bottle back on my vanity and walked over to her, "So are you."
"Yeah?" she raised her eyebrows, sitting up turning her body to face me. She pulled me in to stand between her legs, her hands holding the back of my thighs.
"Mhm" I nodded, a sudden shyness overcoming me.
Paige knew the effect she was having on me, her smile gave her away. She stared directly into my eyes, and then I watched them roam over the rest of my face. It reminded me of how I had burned the image of her face into my memory right before she left a few weeks ago. I had done it because I was so in love with her that I was scared I'd forget what she looked like, although the click of a button on Instagram could remind me in an instant.
But why was she scanning mine? I wasn't leaving and neither was she. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind.
"Did you miss me?" she asked.
"Of course I missed you" I laughed.
She shrugged, "Just making sure." After a minute of silence, and her continuing to stare at me, she said, "I missed you too."
I bit back a smile, looking away from her, "Whatever."
"Come here" she said, pulling me into her lap. I straddled her, placing my hands on her stomach and tilting my head. She massaged her thumbs into my hips through the thick fabric of my sweats and smiled up at me. "I really did miss you, Summer" she said.
I nodded silently.
"Hey," she said quietly, "I mean that." She leaned in and placed a kiss on my cleavage, "I missed you here," she placed another kiss on my collarbone, "and here," another kiss - this one on my neck, "and here," and that's when I felt her hand go between my legs, "and especially here."
I felt myself getting warm, a feeling I had grown accustomed to when it came to being around Paige. Her lips met mine in a soft, slow kiss. It was different than a lot of our other kisses, than all of our kisses actually. It seemed like we were both trying to savor the taste of each other, like when it ended there wouldn't be another.
Paige was like a drug, I'd rank her up there with things like heroin and cocaine. You tell yourself that you're just going to try it, a one and done kind of thing. But then the opportunity to do it again presents itself, and you've done it before so what's the harm? After that you start to think about it more, putting yourself in situations where you know it'll be there to give yourself an excuse to use it, to be around it.
You don't even register the addiction until you're so deep in that there isn't a light on either side of the tunnel. You're just surrounded by utter darkness. It's at that moment, when instead of craving some kind of savior or miracle, you crave more of what's breaking you, that is when the realization hits you...
Paige's lips connecting with my jaw pulled me from my thoughts. I tilted my head slightly to the side, my eyes fluttering shut as I focused on the gentle feeling.
"You smell so good," Paige murmured against my skin, pulling me closer in her lap.
I moved her face in front of mine, attaching our lips for the second time. She didn't waist any time picking up the pace, her grip on my thighs becoming tighter as she pulled on me hungrily. I eagerly moved my lips against her, the desire to feel her burning like a fire within me. She bit my bottom lip, a soft whimper spilling from my mouth. Paige smiled into the kiss as she slipped her hand underneath the waistband of my sweats.
My phone pinged from the dresser across the room at the same time that Paige's hand came in contact with my clothed cunt. She teasingly ran her fingers up and down my core, my wetness dripping out of me and soaking the fabric of my panties. My phone pinged again. Paige moved my underwear to the side, beginning to rub circular motions on my clit.
"Paige..." I moaned breathlessly, hardly able to hear myself over the arousal that clouded the entirety of me. She hummed, trailing kisses down from my neck to my cleavage. Leaning back and arching further into her, I allowed her more access to me. She left marks wherever she sucked, following up with a lick to soothe the skin. We needed to stop, I needed to stop this.
I went to say something, to tell her that I had to go because Noelle was waiting outside for me. But my words came out as nothing more than a cry when I felt her plunge two fingers inside of me. The sting that occurred was masked by the pleasure that came with it. Her lengthy digits skillfully pumping in and out of me with ease, dancing around in the pool of juices that she had created.
She brought my face down to hers with her other hand, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. "Ride my fingers, c'mon, be a good girl."
I nodded my head, unconsciously pouting as I moved my hips with her fingers inside of me. Her fingers were deeper than they had ever been before, and she was looking at me with such admiration and pride, she was proud of the mess that I had become, the mess that she had made me. My eyes watered and my mouth fell open, I tightened around Paige's fingers. "Good, clench around me just like that," Paige whispered.
"I--I," I stuttered out. I clawed at her shoulders through her sweatshirt, firmly holding onto them. The sound of her moving in and out of me filled the room and she matched the rhythm of my hips. Her fingers turned so expertly inside of me, hitting my spot repeatedly.
"I want you to come all over my fingers," the blonde said into my ear, "I want them covered."
When Paige quickened her movements, I released all over her, just like she told me to. My body shook, and Paige used her other hand to hold me close to her, my head buried in her neck. She ran her hand up and down my back, placing short pecks on my shoulder and whispering sweet things to me. "So good for me," she praised with a smile, "so pretty when you come."
I reciprocated her smile when I finally pulled back from her, my glossy eyes staring into her own. My phone pinged for the third time, grasping both of our attention. Paige furrowed her eyebrows, "Who's blowing up your phone?"
I sighed, "It's Noelle, we're supposed to go Christmas shopping."
"Right now?" she asked, her face falling slightly when I moved to climb off of her.
A knock sounded on my door. Paige sat up straighter, adjusting her hoodie as the knob turned and Noelle face appeared in the crack. The sight of Paige on the bed, of me standing awkwardly next to her, of the bed itself as the covers were bunched up and wrinkled. She looked between the two of us, her surprised expression turning to one of suspicion.
"I've been texting you..." she started, her green eyes staring at me.
"Yeah sorry, Paige and I were just catching up" I breathed out, glancing at the blonde that was still seated on the bed.
"Catching up on what? She's been gone for two weeks."
Paige snorted, "Good to see you Noelle," she then turned to me, "I'll see you, yeah?"
I nodded, "Yeah."
Noelle and I watched as her lean figure exited my room. When she was sure that the taller blonde was out of earshot, she marched toward me and scanned my face. "Your cheeks are red and your lips are puffy..." her mouth fell open as she said, "You two had sex."
"No we didn't-"
"Don't you dare lie to me," she frowned in disbelief, "we tell each other everything right?"
I nodded silently.
"Good. So, we're going to go to the mall, we're going to shop, and you're going to tell me every. single. thing."
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Toxic - L. Heeseung
Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!
Warning: oral male receiving, suggestive, cursing, crying, mentions of cheating, angst.
Genre: ex's, toxic relationship, smut, mdni!
WC: 2,924k
After heeseung left, you sat in your bed wondering where it all went wrong.
If you were being honest, it has always been somewhat wrong.
Your relationship with heeseung was far from perfect, not to say you needed it to be perfect, but there were a lot of grey areas that you tried to address but couldn’t fully, especially when he was always saying one thing and doing the opposite.
There were many instances where looking back at it, you should have maybe evaluated things more properly, but at the time, you brushed it off, thinking that it was kinda normal for your boyfriend to be jealous or a little insecure sometimes, and since his possessive side flattered you you just let it go and assured him he was all you ever wanted.
But you soon came to realize there was nothing normal about his reactions to certain situations.
It got increasingly worse, but it happened very slowly and subtly, and by the time you noticed it, it was already full-on affecting your relationship to the point of you both ultimately separating, causing his inability to believe that he was enough for you.
Thinking back on it, there were so many times his behavior was downright toxic, and now you can’t help but wonder if you played a role in it or not.
In the beginning, you were sure you didn’t, but after the way he talked to you just now, a part of you was searching deep inside yourself for answers that maybe could have changed the outcome of your guy's relationship.
Flashback 1
“Hee, which one do you like best?” You and your boyfriend were currently shopping at a clothing outlet in the mall, and you had invited him to help you find a few new outfits for summer.
“Whatever shows the most skin” he replied dryly while shoving his hands in his pocket with an annoyed expression.
You let out an airy laugh, wondering where this snotty comment came from. “Okay, is there something I’m missing?” You took it lightly cause he had been acting strange all day today, so maybe he just wasn’t feeling like shopping and said the first thing that came to mind. “You don’t seem like yourself.” You put the two dresses down and cupped his cheek in your palm.
He nuzzled his face into your touch his eyes falling shut with a deep sigh. “Baby, it’s just everyone is looking at you today, and I can’t stand it. Even the cashier can’t take his eyes off you. Why didn’t you wear something less revealing?” He complains.
“Oh hee,” you pecked his lips shortly. “I haven’t even noticed 'cause I’m with the best man on the planet.” he smiles at your words, his heart rate turning back to normal, at least for now, but your shopping trip was far from over.
You didn’t bother to address his other comment cause you were dressed fine. You chalked it up to him being jealous and moved on quickly to finish shopping.
And just when he thought the trip was going somewhat okay when you both got to the register, he finally lost it.
“Thank you. Please come again!” The male cashier says with a bright smile, handing you your bag of clothes.
Heeseung was already annoyed by how the worker kept smiling at you, but when you smiled back, it just enraged him even further.
“You looked like you were two seconds away from running behind the cash register and dropping to your knees to suck him off” he roughly intertwined his fingers with yours, taking the bag from you so you wouldn’t have to hold it the rest of the trip.
“Hee, not this again.” You laughed because you had no idea what he was even going on about, but you kinda liked this jealous side of him.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t see the way he was looking at you,” he scoffs and squeezes your hand a little tighter while surveying the mall that was full of other guys that he deemed were more attractive than him.
“Well, you’re not entirely wrong,” you giggle.
“What do you mean?” He says with worry.
“I do want to suck someone off, just not him,” you say with a mischievous smile as you squeeze his hand and lead him to the nearest clothing store with a fitting room in it.
“Y/n, why are we-“You push him inside the open dressing room, quickly locking the door behind the two of you as you start to fiddle with the button on his jeans.
“Why are you shocked, baby?” You say and place your hands on his chest, pushing him to sit on the small bench in the corner. He drops your shopping bags to the floor, obediently sitting down for you.
“I- ummm.” he stops himself, knowing that anything that came out of his mouth was going to sound incoherent and ridiculous at this point.
You don’t bother exchanging any more words since you are in a public place. After all, you both had to be quick. besides, talking could wait till later. You had better things to do with your mouth right now.
Gripping the waist of his pants, you tug them down around his ankles with the help of him raising his hips.
Smiling at the sight of his semi-hardened bulge through his underwear, you place your hand over it, rubbing his length under his clothing. “Fuck” he sighs and rests his head on the wall behind him spreading his legs open wider.
Slipping his boxers to the side, you pull his cock out through the hole in the front, marveling at the sight of precum running from his pink tip.
Without another second passing by, you stick your tongue out, tracing the tip of his cock, teasing him but just a little.
“You taste so good” he twitches at your words, his cock pathetically throbbing in your hand from the smallest touch.
After the first taste, you go back for another and another until his tip is clean of precum, and of course, that wasn’t enough for you or him, so you sink down on his dick, your mouth working his shaft up and down until your slick saliva wets his entire dick. “Baby…” the pet name hangs in the air while you suck him off, your right hand tugging and occasionally squeezing his base while the other takes care of his full balls.
You looked up at him with nothing but desire filling your eyes while lapping at the underside of his cock.
He places his hand on the back of your head, gently guiding you. “Oh my god,” quick pants replace the once steady breaths he let out, and by the way, he’s twitching on your tongue. You know it’s only a matter of time before you get your creamy dessert.
You pull off of him for a quick breather, but your mouth covers him again in less than a second, taking his breath away completely. “Y/n, fuck, fuck me, it feels so good,” he moans, biting on his lip as he digs his nails into the wooden bench, definitely leaving marks in its glossy finish.
You hum around his girth cock, creating a little tingly sensation on his sensitive dick tipping him over the edge easily. “I’m gonna cum” he whines lowly and fills your mouth with hot seed. You can feel every last little squirt until there is nothing but a few little drops left to coat your tongue. You swallow it all and slow the movement of your hands carefully so as not to overstimulate him or make him uncomfortable.
He was breathing heavily, eyes barely open as you showed him your tongue.
He smirks tiredly and pats your head. “Too bad for everyone else. You’re all mine.” he pulls you into a kiss, not caring about tasting himself on your tongue.
“Yeah, too bad,” you tell him playfully with a smirk on your face.
Flashback 2
“You really have to go out tonight?” Heeseung says into your ear, his arms wrapped around your waist as you put the finishing touches on your outfit for your night out.
“Baby, what do you mean tonight? I haven’t gone out in months.” You turn around in his hold, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“It’s still too often” he kissed you back. “You need to be with me at all times, not at some party.”
“It’s one night for a few hours. I’ll be back soon.” You break away from him, going to the front door to get some shoes on.
“Hours?! Who’s gonna be there?” He follows you to the living room.
“Jay-“You don’t even get to list any more names before he cuts off.
“Nope, you can’t go. I see the way he looks at you, and with the way you’re dressed, no, that definitely can’t happen,” he says sternly.
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” You pout you were fully dressed from head to toe, so you didn’t see what the problem was. “And what’s wrong with Jay? He always treats me like family.”
“Family? He’s been wanting to fuck you since we started dating, and what isn’t wrong with this?” He traces his hands over your outfit, shaping every curve of your body. “Leaves nothing to the imagination of what you look like naked.”
“Hee, I think you’re overreacting,” you mumble, feeling a bit disappointed with his response.
“Baby, no, hey.” he grabs your chin and tilts it upward, looking into your eyes. “I’m just looking out for you, okay? Unless you don’t want me to.”
“It’s not that it’s jus-“
“Then stay home for me, yeah? Boyfriend knows best; besides, you got me. There’s no need to party.” he smiles and leads to the couch but notices your grumpy figure slouched beside him. “What’s wrong?” He asks, stroking your shoulder.
“It’s nothing,” you tell him to end potential conflict.
“You want to go out still, is that it?” He says, and he sounds a bit irritated this time, and this is exactly what you have been trying to avoid. “Then go,” he said, pops his mouth, and takes his arm off your shoulder. “Fuck off with Jay. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you dressed like you want to be railed.”
“What are you talking about?” You raised your voice slightly, wondering where any of this was coming from. You knew he was a little jealous at times, but he was taking it way too far tonight.
“Don’t yell.” his eyes softened as he whispered. “I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to upset you; I just was trying to look out for you.” he shrinks back onto the couch, and now you feel bad for talking to him the way you did. “But I guess I’m failing at that too.”
“Hee” you go back to the couch sitting next to him. “Wait, I’m sorry too.” You rubbed his back in slow, soothing circles. “You’re aren’t failing. You’re doing a great job of looking out for me.”
“Really?” He mumbles a small pout on his lips, and it always confused you how fast he was able to change moods.
“Really, baby, I won’t go. I’ll go get changed into something comfortable, and we can cuddle and watch movies all night, okay?” You kissed his nose.
“Yeah?” his smile returns, and you’re happy about that cause the last thing you ever wanted to do was hurt him or make him sad.
“Yeah, you’re right. Who needs a party when you have the bestest boyfriend in the world?” you left the living room, called your friends and, canceled all your plans and stayed in with heeseung for the rest of the night.
Flashback 3
“Why were you two alone in the kitchen?” Heeseung asked you.
You had both just gotten home from hanging out at Jake’s place. He had invited you both, and a few other friends, and you were all having a good time until you and Jake left to get a drink and popcorn refills together.
“Hee, please, not right now. We had a good night, and I’m tired,” you all but whined.
“Okay, so then just tell me, it’s that simple.” he folds his arms, obviously not taking no for an answer.
“We just got refills and snacks for everyone, that’s it.” You trudge up the stairs, not in the mood for yet another accusation. It had been more and more frequent. At first, you liked him being the protective boyfriend, but it just started going overboard and more so possessive and controlling than “protective,” as he put it.
“It took that long?” He questions, still not happy after getting an answer, and that’s what finally made you snap.
“You know what? Fine, I cheated on you. I let him bend me over the counter and fuck my brains out. Is that what you want to hear? Are you happy now?!” You finally got frustrated with him, and you couldn’t control your anger anymore. Constantly being accused of cheating felt like shit, especially when it was coming from the love of your life.
“That’s not true, right? You’d never do that to me,” he whispers softly, feeling tears prick his eyes.
“No, hee,” you crumbled upon seeing his broken expression, and you quickly wrapped him up in your arms, hugging him close to your body. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m so sorry, baby. I’d never ever do anything to hurt you.” You cup his cheeks, wiping away his tears. “Okay? I love you so much, and you’ll always be the only man I want. No one else even comes close to comparing to you. You’re my perfect boyfriend, Lee heeseung. You’re my everything, and nothing will ever change my mind, not Jay, not Jake, not a cashier, absolutely nobody.”
“So you didn’t cheat?” You wag your head as a no. “And you mean all of what you just said?”
“All of it.�� You look back and forth between his eyes, doing your best to show him you mean every last word and you’d never do something so horrible like that to him.
“Thank goodness I thought I lost you for a sec.” he reaches his arms around your back, hugging you so tightly as if he’s afraid you’d disappear. “I just get a little anxious when you’re around other guys.”
“I can tell,” you giggle, making light of the situation as you brush your nose against his softly. “But you’re the only guy that matters. Id never let anyone lay a finger on what’s yours,” you whisper, your face just inches away from his as you guide his hands till they rest on your lower back.
“What’s mine?” He smirks and takes the lead pressing your body against his as his hands drop lower, giving your ass a firm squeeze.
“Yes,” you moan breathlessly against his lips. “I’m all yours, hee.”
“That you are.” he easily picks you up and carries you to the bed, laying you down softly as he hovers over you. “And I’ll make sure you never forget” Those are the last words that leave his glossy lips before he devours you touching and kissing every single square inch of your body, filling you up with every last inch until you see stars and no matter how late in the morning it is or how many times you clench around his cock with orgasm after orgasm he still can’t stop not until your walls are molded perfectly to the shape of his big cock and your hole is so stuffed with cum that even when you wake up in the morning, it will still be leaking from your hole.
End of flashbacks
After replaying all those memories in your head, you can see clearly that you should have never got back with him after he accused you of cheating.
The other things were bad, too, but cheating was just the last straw cause, ultimately, it meant he thought lowly of you and didn’t trust you enough to be left alone for three minutes with his friend while you both made popcorn.
After breaking up with him just a few months after that situation, you wonder how you let him back in so easily.
Yes, you still loved him, but why?
He called you every foul thing in the book, including a cheater and a slut, yet you still wanted him back.
Even up to this point, he was still accusing you of cheating on him and saying that you thought he was never enough for you.
So why do you kiss him? Why are you even still thinking of him?
Hours after thinking about the entirety of your guy's relationship and what it used to be, you still can’t pinpoint why it went the way it did, especially when he wasn’t accusing you of such nasty things. He was the perfect boyfriend.
Holding doors for you, paying for every meal, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, texting you every morning and every night, sometimes even throughout the day, just to tell you what he was up to, introducing you to his friends and family, everything about him was your ideal type.
You even imagined getting married and spending the rest of your life with him.
But after the last few months of being with him, you just couldn’t take it as many upsides as there were.
There were just as many downsides, but he wasn’t good for your wellbeing, and that’s exactly why you broke it off.
Yet that still wasn’t the answer cause even though you and him are long over, you’re here left with a broken heart, just like on the day that you left him.
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DPXDC Prompt #142 Part 1
It had been a few days since his birthday, his parents forgot again but that was how things went in his family. At least his sister, Jazz knew how to throw something together quickly so he at least got to spend it with her and his friends. Speaking of his friends, they were hanging out in the park together. They had gotten close over the summer. Trips to the Nasty Burger, followed by trips to the mall and then late night sleepovers were the normal weekend pattern for the trio especially the later in the summer it got.
They’d talk about all sorts of things while swinging or chilling around the slide. Currently their conversation had drifted towards which superpower would you like if you had the meta gene. Strangely the whole town seemed to be meta free. Not that anyone in the town hated metas just that no one possessed the gene.
“I think I’d like to be able to control Technology with my mind.” Tucker said, pointing toward his forehead in emphasis, “ I’d never have to set poor Lucy down again!!” He hugged his current PDA tightly.
Sam and Danny shared a look while Sam rolled her eyes. “I think I’d like to control plants like Poison Ivy. I wonder if she’d be up for a goth side-kick” Sam said, punching the air in front of her with her fist. “What about you Danny?”
Danny took a few minutes to mull over the question before answering, “I think I’d like to fly. Even if I don’t get into the college I want I’d be able to fly up there anyways.”
“Pfft, bring me back a piece of a meteorite when you do,” Sam chuckled. They all knew their dreams of getting powers would never come true. Not without the meta-gene anyways.
“Sure,” Danny shrugged, “Oh, by the way since my parents are out of town I’m going to check out the portal to see if I can get it running for them. Want to see it?”
“Dude, that’s sick! Unfortunately my parent’s cousin is flying in tomorrow and I’ll need to help prep stuff” Tucker said sadly.
“I don’t know about that Danny, your parents are great but I don’t know if I trust this portal” Sam said, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I wouldn’t worry it’s not likely to actually work or anything,” Danny shrugged.
Soon the trio had to get back to their respective homes. Well Sam and Tucker did. Danny’s parents were out of town at some convention.
They had left Danny and Jazz home alone and they gave instructions for Danny and Jazz to take turns cleaning the lab and making sure the portal didn’t suddenly turn on while they were gone. They had tried before heading out for their trip but unfortunately nothing happened when they turned it on.
Danny wanted to check it out for them when he was done cleaning. He also figured if he could help his parents with their science it would be easier for him to get into the college he wanted to achieve his dreams.
He quickly finished cleaning, and then put on his hazmat suit. Sam had once made fun of the Jack Fenton sticker placed on the front and fortunately it was easy enough for Danny to remove. Then he took a calming breath and stood in front of the portal. As it stood at the moment, it was a dark hole in the wall that seemed to suck all the light out of the room. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he suddenly got the urge to run out, maybe he could come back with Sam and Tucker? Unfortunately he knew his parents were back tomorrow so if he wanted to help he needed to do it now.
Stealing his nerves he took a step forward and then another. Into the tunnel he went. It was then he realized he made an error when he found something caught on his foot. He flailed as he tried to catch himself and his hand pushed some kind of button on the wall.
A flash of white light and he felt an eternity of agony. It felt unbearably hot as Danny could feel himself being melted and then put back together. Soon he lost consciousness as everything went dark.
He wasn’t sure how long he was out but he definitely wasn’t at home anymore. He seemed to be in the hospital, the usual medical supplies seemed to be all around as well as a few things he couldn’t identify. He didn’t seem to be attached to any monitoring equipment which seemed a little off but the fact he weirdly didn’t seem to have any burn marks on him. He was sure the portal should have killed him and the fact that he was somehow completely unscathed made him a little worried. Maybe he did die?
His thoughts were interrupted as someone walked into the room. They had messy blond hair, blue eyes, and wore a trench coat. He looked relieved when he saw Danny was awake.
“Took you long enough, kid you were out for a whole week!” The newcomer exclaimed.
A week.
The thought swirled around in Danny’s head. That meant his Family thought he was missing. Sam and Tucker knew he was missing. That also meant he missed the first week of school. That probably wouldn’t look well on an application.
He could tell his thoughts were spiraling a little but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t even know what exactly caused him to be out for that long.
He thought about what could’ve happened to end him up in a hospital and then the thought occurred to him.
The portal.
“What about my parents' portal?” Danny asked the guy.
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hiii since you were asking for suggestions, may i request bf!chan being pissed by bumping into their s/o chatting with their ex? i’ve been thinking about this scenario for a while since i don’t know if he would play cool and then be mad for a whole week or would alfa the situation
Thank you for the ask, bestie! When I think of Chan seeing you talking to your ex my first thought is Jealous!Chan. I feel like he's a bit of a possessive person even if he doesn't really mean to be but he does it from a place of pure love and a bit of fear. I feel like he wouldn't know what to do with his emotions until some time has passed... You'll see what I mean lol anyway, Hear me out...
Jealousy, Jealousy
Word Count: 1099
Genre: Fluff with a sprinkle of angst? like just a tiny sprinkle
✨Masterlist✨
Chan wanted to surprise you. You had been having a rough time balancing work and classes lately so he wanted to do something special. He had it all planned out, he was going to get food from your favorite place and your favorite flowers to make you smile. He knew that if he went to a particular strip mall that he could pick everything up in one go and get home before you got back from studying. He crossed the busy street stepping onto the curb when he saw it. Honestly, he wished that he was hallucinating, he wished that maybe it was just a girl that looked a lot like you - too much like you.
Unfortunately, his wish wouldn't come true today. You stood there with your backpack hanging on your shoulder as you casually chatted with your most recent ex. The two of you didn't end on bad terms but that didn't matter to Chan, he didn't like the way your ex looked at you and ghosted a touch to your shoulder every time you would say something the slightest bit amusing. Everyone knew that Chan was a bit possessive but what he felt in this moment was a bit more than that, there was a small pool of anger bubbling inside of him that he couldn’t seem to control.
Before he knew it he was stalking towards you, shoulders back and chest slightly puffed out to assert his dominance. He reached the two of you before you even saw him coming, his hand possessively finding a home on your shoulder and pulling you back into him. He took you by surprise and from the look on your ex’s face he was quite taken aback too.
“Baby, I thought you were coming home after studying.” Chan says not completely looking at you. His gaze was semi fixed on your ex and the way his eyes scanned Chan’s frame, he hated every second that the two of you stood in front of him but what he hated even more is that you welcomed it.
“Oh, yeah I - uh just ran into an old friend. Chan this is -” You’re cut off by Chan’s voice, his tone assertive and uninterested.
“I know who this is.” He looked down at you with burning eyes and you knew exactly what that look meant, he was angry. “We should really get going, come on y/n”
Without another word or glance from Chan he tightened his grip on your shoulder and guided you away from your ex not even giving you the chance to say goodbye. It’s not like you would anyway, you knew better than to get on Chan’s bad side and since you already seemed to be there you didn’t want to push it.
“Chan what was -” He glared at you and you stopped mid sentence deciding not to try to talk to him just yet. This was a conversation to have at home and nothing in the world could explain how much you dreaded what was to come.
“So we just talk to our exes now?” Chan asked as he closed the door behind you both. You hadn’t even gotten to take both of your shoes off yet and the dreaded conversation was already beginning.
“Baby, we just ran into each other as I was leaving the cafe. He was literally telling me all about his new girlfriend and I was telling him about you, my lovely and very jealous boyfriend.” Chan’s face twisted at your statement. His arms crossed and his gaze was fixed on the hardwood floor for a second before he spoke up.
“I am not jealous, y/n” He stalked past you and took a seat on the couch avoiding eye contact with you. “I’m angry, I’m not jealous.”
You followed him, taking a seat in the free space next to him. “What exactly are you angry about?” You ask with furrowed brows. You lay a hand on his shoulder and smooth reassuring circles into it.
“I’m angry that you were speaking to him! I’m angry that he looked at you, that he smiled at you. I’m angry that you were standing there with him instead of being home with me… I’m.. I’m just..” Chan’s voice got smaller and smaller as he processed the words that were coming out of his mouth. A small sympathetic smile ghosted your lips as you allowed him time to process his emotions.
“Fuck.” He whispered sharply before laying his head back against the couch. “ I am jealous… aren’t I?”
“Yeah, baby, I think that you are.” You lay your head on his shoulder and his hand finds its way to your thigh giving it a tight squeeze that you know is meant to be apologetic. You appreciate it as the two of you sit in silence for a minute or two.
“I’m sorry…I’m not usually the jealous type I just… when I saw you talking to him it felt like all of my defenses went up and I just couldn’t stand the thought of him trying to get you back. My imagination went wild and I just didn’t want to lose you.” You shifted a bit, placing yourself in his lap and snaking your arms around his neck as he lifted his head to look at you. His lids were low and you could sense a bit of shame in his voice.
“I understand, Channie. I probably would’ve gotten a bit jealous if you were talking to your ex too, but that’s okay cause you know what that means?” He looked up at you with furrowed brows and shook his head. “That means that you love me and I love you too, more than you will ever know. People get jealous sometimes, it’s natural, we just have to make sure that it doesn’t consume us and we have to trust that our other half won’t hurt us.”
Chan shakes his head, taking in your words and processing them slowly. “ You’re right, y/n… I’m sorry for all of that. I trust you with all of my heart and I promise I’ll get better with that.”
“I forgive you, Channie, everything is fine.” You lean down, resting your head in the crook of his neck as the two of you hug and share some deep breaths.
“But like, next time I’d rather you walk right past him. Kinda like he’s invisible ya know?”
“Don’t ruin the moment, Chan. We were getting somewhere.” You smile against his neck and he lets out a faint chuckle.
“Okay okay, I’m just kidding… kinda.”
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Hellcheer Week Day 8 - Scare Actor
My laptop is unusable, it's taking a while to upload everything. Trying to catch up @hellcheerweek
Against her better judgment, she was persuaded to go out for Halloween.
“You should go,” Eddie says, shifting gears. “Come on, it’s not like we have much on for Halloween.”
“Aside from possessions,” Chrissy says, because despite everything Halloween is never the pleasant break they expect. “And that thing with the scarecrows. And last year, when that warlock poisoned the pumpkin pie eating contest.”
“Well, it’s probably unlikely that will happen again,” Eddie counters firmly. He’s driving her home, something that he does every day. She’s tried telling him that he doesn’t need to - especially not on Tuesdays, when she has practice and he has to wait for an extra hour after school ends. But he always insists, pointing out the frequent vampire attacks around town happening lately. “You should go.”
“It might be fun,” Chrissy admits. She doesn’t often go to parties anymore, too occupied with Eddie and her other supernatural activities. She’s isolated herself from some of her old friends because of it, whether she meant to or not. She just has other priorities now.
“Then you should go. I know you don’t see your friends much anymore. And I’ve got a shift anyway.”
Chrissy frowns. He’s been working too hard lately, picking up shifts at Benny’s and the garage and now a haunted house. She wonders if he and his uncle are in some kind of trouble, and if so, why he hasn’t told her.
“Another one?” she asks and he shrugs, pulling onto her street.
“Just at the Haunted house,” he says. Chrissy can see her house up ahead, the one jack-o-lantern that her mother had agreed to have on their porch. Laura Cunningham doesn’t do tacky Halloween decorations. “It’s the last one. Pays pretty well.”
“Sucks we can’t be together,” Chrissy says miserably. Eddie pulls over by the sidewalk - he never pulls into their drive, perhaps fearing the wrath of Laura.
“I know,” he says. “But I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll have a delayed Halloween. All the scary movies and leftover candy you could want.”
So she went out. It only takes her five minutes to regret it.
“Nice outfit,” Heather says, tugging on one of the wings strapped to Chrissy’s back. She doesn’t know how Heather found her in this crowded room, music blasting until the pictures on the walls rattle in their frames. Tina’s Halloween parties are legendary and she’d held one every year since middle school. As they got older the punch became more alcohol than fruit and the seven minutes in heaven disappeared in favor of couples groping in dark corners. “Fitting.”
“It’s Romeo and Juliet,” Chrissy says anxiously, because she’d loved that movie. When she had to think about choosing a costume, it had all been too easy to pick Juliet’s frothy white dress. The white dress that brushes her thighs was something she bought at the mall, even though she shivers in the cool air, protected only by the little straps over her shoulders. All she’d had to do was find a pair of heels and buy a pair of wings from the local costume store.
She would have pushed for a couples costume but Eddie was working at the haunted house, dressed up in something covered in fake blood.
“Good film,” Heather says, with a nod. Heather has her dark hair twisted into plaits that hang over the white collar of her dress. Her costume would be fairly obvious, even without the dismembered hand that she’s holding. “Come on, we’re this way. We’re going to hang out here and then head over to Archie’s party after this.”
“How many Halloween parties are there?” Chrissy asks, swerving past a pack of Spice Girls (one Ginger, two Babies and minus a Posh Spice), and Heather just flashes her a grin.
“Like five?” she says. “They’re all trying to one up each other…we can hit as many as we want. Stacey’s folks never lock their liquor cabinet…look who’s here!”
Chrissy is met by hugs from every girl and the nerves unravel themselves just a little at the warm welcome. She’d worried she’d feel like an outsider after so long, be ostracized for her relationship with Eddie. But aside from Carol’s comment about her virginal halo, she feels as part of the group as she ever was.
Someone pushes a red cup into her hand and when she drinks she finds that the fruitiness of the punch has a familiar kick to it, something that burns down the back of her throat. She sinks into a spare seat and lets the conversation wash over her.
“No Steve?” Becky asks, twisting her head around to look hopefully across the crowd. She’s had an unfortunate, unrequited crush on Steve since she transferred in their junior year. Chrissy just sips at her drink, wondering if Becky knows quite how far she’s barking up the wrong tree.
“He never does anything fun anymore,” Stacey agrees, adjusting her little cat ears. They keep slipping down her glossy blonde hair, and her drawn on whiskers are already smudged from the heat.
“Like someone else we know,” Carol mutters, just out of Chrissy’s eye-line.
The vision hits her before she can form a retort.
The problem with visions is that it’s like an out of body experience. She knows that the cup in her hand slips, that it will crash to the ground and spill a vivid stain of red over the carpet but she’s powerless to stop it.
By the time the liquid is spilling across her bare toes, she’s already somewhere else.
The pain is immense, even more so than usual, as Chrissy is thrown into multiple different images at once. All she can do is dig her nails into her scalp, trying desperately to hold on and not scream in agony.
And finally, finally…it subsides. Chrissy tastes blood in her mouth and realizes that she must have bitten down just a fraction too hard in her efforts not to scream.
“Are you okay?” Tina asks anxiously, pressing a cool hand against Chrissy’s back. Chrissy breathes steadily through her nose, trying to push past the pain. She spends so much time around the Slayerettes that she forgets how hard it is to be with people who don’t know the truth about her.
“Headache,” Chrissy forces out from between gritted teeth. “Must be the alcohol.”
“You’re out of practice,” Carol says, taking another lazy sip of punch. But Heather just scowls at her before turning back to Chrissy.
“Can we get you anything?” she asks and Chrissy just shakes her head. She feels trapped all of a sudden, a hot flush climbing up her chest even in her ethereal outfit.
“I need to go outside,” Chrissy insists and pushes herself up. Tina and Heather hover with uncertainty, Heather’s hands outstretched to catch her as Chrissy wobbles dangerously in her heels. “I just…need some fresh air.”
“Do you want us to come with you?” Becky calls after her, but Chrissy just waves a hand. She needs to be alone for this.
She pushes her way through drunken party goers, searching for peace and cool air. It’s already too hot in here, the many writhing twisting bodies, high on sugar and alcohol, ensuring that they will dance well past the witching hour. Chrissy avoids an alien, two werewolves and a pack of Charlie’s angels, before she escapes through the front door.
Only then does she feel like she can breathe, taking several deep, relieved breaths. The air outside smells faintly of weed and cotton candy but it’s cold and brings clarity back to her aching head.
What was that? She’s never had a vision like that before, so distorted and fragmented. She usually sees a vision in crystal clarity, as though she were there herself. Nothing like this.
She walks out to the sidewalk, away from the assorted people smoking and torching on the front porch. She paces, trying to remember as much as she can. She gets visions for a reason, for a far heavier destiny than other women in her family. It means that this Halloween will not be so peaceful after all.
She saw a grandfather clock. She saw spiders, an old mirror, and a radio. The house looked old and expensive, judging by the carved wood on the banisters and the grand chandelier in the hallway. She saw a swirl of a dark cape, an ax, a bowl of blood. She saw bodies piled up on the floor and - the memory makes her shudder - one of them was barely nine years old, blood caked in her blonde ringlets.
None of it makes any sense. Why so many? Why nothing useful? She needs something to use to track down whatever terrifying thing is happening tonight.
Ugh, Robin will not be pleased by her ruined night off.
“Hey!” someone shouts and Chrissy turns to see Heather and the others rushing out towards her. Heather throws an arm around her.
“We’re going to head to one of the other parties. You coming?” Heather asks.
Chrissy’s about to refuse, claiming that she needs to go home when she realizes that there’s no point. Something’s happening in Hawkins tonight and maybe the best way to find it is to walk through the streets.
“Sure,” she says, forcing herself to smile. “Why not?”
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It’s still early enough that trick-or-treaters still roam the streets, mingling with party goers and high schoolers. Chrissy wraps her arms around herself, trying not to flinch at every high-pitched scream or wail that echoes down Cornwallis.
Someone in a demon costume howls at the group as he runs past, and while most of the girls scream and giggle, Chrissy turns her head, looking for genuine signs of distress amongst the revelry.
“Are you sure that you’re okay?” Heather asks quietly, slowing her pace so she can dip her head next to Chrissy’s. “You’re not…acting like yourself.” Chrissy shrugs. She wishes Eddie were here, or Robin or Steve. Someone who might understand.
“I’m fine,” she lies. Heather frowns.
“You’re not,” she insists, sidestepping another group of trick-or-treaters, carrying sacks. They’re dressed in khaki, despite the weather, and wide brimmed hats.
“Why the fuck is the haunted house closed?” one of the kids complains and Chrissy whirls around.
“What did you say?” she asks and the kid blinks at her, clearly thrown at being addressed by her. She knows him too - it’s Nancy Wheeler’s kid brother, being trailed by a group of kids in a strange assortment of outfits. It takes Chrissy a moment - and a glimpse of the toy dinosaurs that they’re carrying - that she realizes they’re from Jurassic Park.
“The haunted house is shut,” he says, jabbing a thumb down the street. “We just tried to get in. None of the doors or windows will open.”
“Odd,” Tina says, with a lazy shrug of her shoulders. “I was supposed to go. Amy said she went yesterday and it was really realistic.”
“Shut how?” Chrissy demands, fear trickling down her spine. Heather tries to take her arm but she shakes her off with strength she didn’t even know she had. “Like locked? Like ‘we’re having technical difficulties, try again in a few minutes’?”
“No,” one of the other kids says, long red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Chrissy recognizes her too - it’s Billy’s stepsister. “Like…the windows are all boarded up.”
“I don’t think they can do that,” Becky points out, shivering a little in her Catwoman costume. “I mean, the building they’re using is already kind of a safety hazard. I don’t think they’d be allowed to shut off exits like that.”
“What building?” Chrissy asks. She hadn’t even asked Eddie before, hadn’t even thought of it. She’d meant to go with him earlier this week but she’d had to study for a test. And the house will be closed after tonight because today is Halloween…
And it’s fucking Halloween. Oh God, she should have thought of it sooner. Shit always happens on Halloween in Hawkins.
“What house?” Chrissy asks, voice rising until it echoes down the street. Becky looks startled at being shouted at by someone in angel wings.
“The old Creel house,” she says. “There was a murder suicide in the seventies so it’s been abandoned for ages. The owner said they could use it so long as they avoided the rooms that were really unsafe…”
Chrissy turns to Mike, digging in her purse for change. She shoves it into his hand, grateful for the heels that allow her to stare into his eyes. He’s growing like a weed, already set to be taller than his sister.
“Go to that payphone and call this number,” she instructs, pulling out a pen. She scrawls the number on his hand, not even listening to his protests. “Do it. Or Nancy will make your life a living hell, I’ll make sure of it. Tell him to bring everyone to Creel house. Got it?”
Mike nods, mouth set in such a familiar pout that it’s jarring to see Nancy’s expressions on his face.
One of the other kids opens his mouth, like he’s going to protest, and Chrissy stares him down before he even gets one syllable out. She needs them to call Murray to get everyone here. She could be wrong. Maybe there was an accident and they had to close the haunted house early.
But somehow, she doesn’t think so.
She turns and races down the street, ignoring the loud cries of her friends behind her. She hopes that Mike does as she asked, because she’s not quite sure what she’s going to do when she even gets there.
It’s slow going, running in heels, each step a chance that she might fall and twist her ankle. She moves as quickly as she dares, stomach churning with each click of her heel on the asphalt.
The haunted house has been open for a week, filled with bowls of peeled grapes, pinned dark fabric and scare actors to jump out in a variety of costumes. Eddie had been pleased to be assigned ‘ax murderer’ for some reason.
“I get to chase people,” he’d said, with a toothy grin. “Down the main corridor. Should be great. Easy money.”
But the house wouldn’t be shut down, not tonight, not on the night that’s the peak of the event. Unless something terrible happened and somehow, she doubts it. Even if there had been an accident, she’d have seen ambulances or fire engines, and Keith would have stuck a notice out front to explain to customers.
And if something like that had happened, there wouldn’t be this terrible feeling sliding down Chrissy’s back.
She skids a little as she turns onto Mount Sinai, and it’s already looming in the distance. Every kid in town knows about the abandoned Creel house, even if the myths surrounding it tend to change. What was Eddie thinking, agreeing to go into a place like that?
The house is dark and it shouldn’t be. They’d borrowed lights, as the house didn’t have any, and hooked them up to the next door’s outdoor sockets. The dim light worked for the event, and they’d effectively used glow sticks at strategic points to give the corridors an unearthly green glow.
Chrissy stands on the sidewalk and catches her breath, furiously looking at every door, window and crevice. This isn’t the first time she’s stood in front of a house and been unable to shake the feeling that something isn’t right.
She hears footsteps behind her - she hadn’t expected her friends to actually follow her. But they’re here, chests heaving and cheeks flushed. Even Carol, red lips pursed, has come too.
“That’s creepy,” Becky mutters, staring up at the house that Chrissy hasn’t taken her eyes off of. Eddie has to still be in there - he would have tried to contact her if he wasn’t.
“Where is everyone?” Heather asks, looking around. “They’ve been advertising this for days. There was a huge queue waiting outside when I drove past earlier.”
Chrissy still doesn’t say anything. She’s grateful that they’re here but they can’t really help her. She just has to hope that Mike did as he was told and gave Murray her message.
A sudden loud tolling echoes down the street, the heavy peal of a grandfather clock. Chrissy flinches, because if she needs any further confirmation that something is wrong, it’s just been delivered to her on a plate.
“Where the hell did that come from?” Tina squeaks, looking around her as if she expects a clock to be right behind her. But she’s looking in the wrong place - Creel House is almost certainly under the influence of a spirit, trapping everyone inside. Chances are that what she saw was fragments relating to the ghost. The sound of the clock has just confirmed it.
“We have to get in there,” Chrissy says firmly. The chime had been a warning, she’s sure of it.
“What are you going to do?” Becky asks. Chrissy chews on her bottom lip. She’s not sure what she can do until reinforcements get here. Murray might know how to get in or Steve and Billy might know a spell. But she’s a psychic. A psychic in a pair of angel wings. There’s not a lot she can do.
But Eddie’s in there.
She’s eighteen and her entire world is in there. Her future, her hope and her heart all rolled into one. And she’s known for a while that he only took this stupid job to save up money to buy her something.
She spots the yard next door, the pile of timber waiting to be chopped. She turns on her heel and marches across, hoping that the house is as empty as it looks. She reaches out for the wooden handle sticking out of a chopping block.
The ax is heavier than she expects and it takes all of her strength to lift it. She’s not sure how well it will work against a magically sealed door but it’s worth a try.
“Are you seriously going to break in?” Heather asks, staring at Chrissy with a mixture of fear and awe as she storms back to Creel house.
Chrissy swings it experimentally at the door. It connects with a satisfying sound, the sharp edge tearing a hole in the wood until splinters rain down onto the faded porch.
“You bet I am,” Chrissy says grimly and swings the ax again.
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Hiiii~
Now how about jealous sex with Jack?~ Him getting so angry and possessive over MC that he fucks then senseless while growling "Mine" or something pleeeease
Hey~ You just keep them coming don't you? Not the I mind them, nor writing these beautiful ideas into more words. Let's write it. This includes: Getting fucked senseless holy shit AND someone calling you and he makes damn well sure you answer, Praise, Typical Use Of: "Sunshine, Sunspot, Sunbeam" etc.., Use of "Mine"
You woke up earlier than Jack thought you'd willing wake up on your day off. You planned to go out to the mall, and grab a lunch with your dear-ol' pal, Shaun! You got dressed up, nothing too fancy, but it definitely caught Jack's eye as you grabbed your wallet and keys. As you stuffed them into your pockets, Jack perked an eye from the kitchen. "Where you headed to, sunspot?" He said as he walked up to you, pulling you into his arms, kissing your cheek softly. You giggled, kissing him right back. "I'm going out with Shaun. You remember him, right? He stayed with us for a little bit!" You gave Jack a big smile, squeezing him as you did so.
"Yeah, I remember him." He said in a cold monotonous tone. He pulled you in closer, his hand resting behind your head, as his other arm held you close by your waist. Something about hanging out with Shaun, alone, dressed so nicely, didn't sit well with him. It did not sit well at all. Something about someone else spending quality time with his sunshine, was not something he could let off the hook so easily. "Something wrong, Jack?" You say after pulling away from his warm embrace. Worried, you look up at him. He looks down at you, changing his tone so fast. "Just sweet dandy, lemon candy!" He smiles, kissing you again, swinging his arms around your shoulders. "Do you have to go? I'm gonna miss you!~" "Yes, I'm going Jack." You chuckle softly, gently caressing his cheek. Now that you think of it, you never really left Jack alone by yourself. And if you did it was because of a quick errand to run. You were going to be alone for 3-4 hours, with a guy that Jack may or may not have some mixed feelings over. "Please? Don't leave." He whimpers, picking up his hand and smoothing out your hair. Jack does not want you to leave, nor does he want you with some guy who's definitely in the imaginary competition of winning your love. At least that's how he would put it. "I'm only gonna be gone for a few hours, I'll see you later, Jack." Kissing the tip of his nose, you pat his cheek and walk out your door. Locking it behind you. He was pissed. You're leaving looking like that, with some other guy, not even tell him when he should except you home, and you didn't say that you loved him. Downright disrespectful.
As you had your fun with Shaun, going to the mall, getting some new clothes and trinkets for yourself, and somethings for Jack, which Shaun definitely questioned on who they were for, Jack was cleaning away your house angrily. He did laundry, vacuumed, cleaned up your kitchen. Hell he could've went grocery shopping with all the food you had when you came back. Being alone gave him time to over-think. Is this it? Are you finally leaving him? Have you found someone else? Has something bad happened to you instead? Has he put a spell under you to make you fall under his arm? He was in fury. He was jealous, and he had just the idea for when you got home. "Hey Jack! I'm home! I got you a few things as-well!" You finally come home, as promised, a few hours later. You place your bags on your dinning room table.
"Hello, my sunshine." He said, suddenly creeping up from behind you, and holding you tightly. His head rested on your shoulder. His hands on your stomach. "How was it?" "We went to the mall, I got some things for you, some things for me, Shaun and I went to that new restaurant down by the hub." He pulled you in closer, you could feel his ragged breathing down your neck. Sending slight chills. "Forget about Shaun." "Huh?" He pushed you against the table, lifting your legs up and picking you up to set you down on said table. He leaned in, his face slightly flushed. He put a hand to your face, glaring into your soul. His voice slightly trembled, the way he looked at you with those chocolate colored eyes of his, could turn anyone into some fondue. He kissed your neck gently, biting you, licking you, really anything he could to mark you, so that the next time Shaun rolled around, he could get the hint. He grabbed you by the legs, gently swiping off your pants and throwing them on the couch, as well as with his own. "Jack..~" You moaned softly, your hand in his blue colored hair. Without saying anything, he swiftly shoved his cock inside of you, holding you by your thighs, and recklessly fucked you. Once he found his rhythm, he was singing in and off key. He didn't stop or slow down for nothing. A hand flew to your mouth to cover up your sounds, but he wasn't having any of it. He grabbed your wrist, leaning into your face once more. "I want your neighbors to know all the details on how you feel on the inside, by the time we're done." Shit, if something's wrong with Sunny Day Jack, then something's wrong with you. (And me.) He glared into your soul, as he rearranged your inside. Your back arched, your neck flew back, your moans in psych with Jack's thrusts. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, longing for some sort of leverage to lean on. As he continued you heard your phone ringing. Jack picks it up before you even have the chance to notice, and answers. He give the phone to you and whispers: "Answer, sunbeam~ It's for you." You grab the phone as you try to contain yourself. You read the caller ID. It's your boss. (Manager, whatever. He's in charge of where you work.) "H-Hello? Did you need something?" You could barely manage that sentence without exclaiming your vocal cords out. How could you have a full blown conversation? As your boss is talking, you occasionally do the typical: "Hm. Yeah. Hmmm, Okay." Jack is not slowing down that's for sure. He made that damn clear. He continued to roughly thrust into you, fuck being gentle. "O-Okay, Can I, Hmmm~ Call you back?" You hang up, yeah you're not calling him back. Jack smirks and leans into you once more. His mouth pressed to your ear. "You're mine, sunshine. And only mine." He said in a growl, biting the tips of your ear. "You're doing so w-well, it'll only be a little longer~"
Well, you're fucked! :D
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An Accidental Possession Pt 5: The Final Chapter
Dylan and Marie hadn’t seen each other in a month. The last thing she heard was that Dylan’s father, Jack, never woke up from a coma. Her old body was dead, but Marie seemingly didn’t care. She was having too much fun being young and beautiful, with a sexy man with a big cock that she could have all to herself.
Marie and Sam had begun dating. It was as if a switch had had been flipped in both of them. They were on each others minds every minute of every hour. Marie felt a shiver run through her body every time they kissed, even if it was for a brief second. Their sex life was even better. They made love whenever they had time to each other, which was most of the time as they both worked out of Sam’s home.
During a date at the mall one day, Dylan had passed by Sam and Marie. He wanted to cry but he just pouted and quickly walked away. Marie kissed Sam’s cheek before getting up and meeting her ex-son/boyfriend.
“Hi,” Marie said meekly. “What do you want?” Dylan asked dismissively, almost beginning to walk away before a hand fell onto his shoulder. “Listen. I’m sorry for just breaking up with you like that. But I want you to know that I do still love you as a friend. Maybe you can come over to our place and just..relax?” Marie replied, looking into Dylan’s eyes. “Fine,” Dylan said after a while. Marie smiled and kissed Dylan’s cheek as a sign of thanks.
A few days had passed when Sam heard a knock on the door. He opened it to see Dylan standing nervously. Sam pulled him in for a hug and brought him inside. He was surprised by how luxurious it was. Sam brought him into the living room and told him to sit on the couch as he went to grab something, not telling Dylan what it was or where he was going.
Dylan soon returned with Marie next to him. She was wearing only white lingerie and high heels. “Wha…what’s going on?” Dylan asked, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. “Imma show you what you’re missing out on,” Sam replied with a smirk on his face. He turned to Marie and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Marie felt her pussy growing damp with every second that the kiss lingered. Sam quickly picked her up and brought her to the love seat, in direct view of Dylan.
Soon, Maries panties and Sams jeans and his underwear were both on the floor. Sams cock was as hard as stone as it entered inside Maries moist slit. Marie kept her eyes closed as she rode Sam’s massive cock in front of her ex-boyfriend. Dylan hated it but his cock was hard too. He needed relief, so he pulled it out and started masturbating to the sight.
Sam’s smirk was hidden behind his girlfriend riding him. His plan had completely worked. He had stolen Dylans girl and turned him into a cuck. Life was perfect for him right now. Dylan’s member was insignificant compared to Sams.
Marie orgasmed multiple times before Sam slapped her ass, motioning for her to get off and prepare her mouth to receive his seed. Marie wrapped her mouth around Sam’s cock, tasting her juices and his member at the same time. Sam placed his hand on the back of his girlfriends head as she sucked until he finally came, shooting his seed down the back of her throat with a few still in her mouth. She unlatched her mouth from her boyfriend’s cock, standing up and moving to Dylan. She pulled him in for a kiss, sending Sam’s seed into Dylan’s mouth.
Dylan wanted to be disgusted but he enjoyed the taste so much that he swallowed. “Good boy,” Marie said, going back to Sam. “I think we just found our new pet,” Sam said.
A FEW MONTHS LATER
Dylan ended up moving in with Marie and Sam after his fathers funeral. He lived in the gym, which had a separate room which was his bedroom. It also doubled as a play space. Dylan would watch Sam and Marie make love, with Marie even having a strap on and fucking Dylan’s tight ass whenever he got noisy.
Dylan never complained about the living conditions. He had found his new purpose in life, to serve his master and mistress with his body whenever he could. Marie had bought some outfits, mainly feminine, for Dylan to wear. Marie found pleasure in calling her ex-boyfriend names like “pet” and “sissy”. Dylan loved being their sissy pet.
They all lived their perfect lives together. Sam had his perfect girl, Marie had her perfect man, and Dylan was the perfect pet.
The End.
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Wishful Thinking Chpt. 7
Andy Barber x You (Reader), no use of Y/N
Alternate Universe - College AU
Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?
Warning: Angst, possessive behavior, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, power imbalance, age difference, mention of sex/BDSM, cheating, explicit language, lawyer and divorce, TW: mention of assault and violence
A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes, and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics.
Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List
Andy POV.
Andy was having a good day. Great day, even.
He got to wake up with you in his arms. He got to talk to you, openly, face to face, about your relationship and your possibilities. He got to kiss you, hug you, touch you.
What more could he ask for?
A lot more, actually, like convincing you to be tied up. Or move in. Or try roleplay.
But he was content for now.
After such a scare of almost losing you, due to the very unfortunate incident of rough sex, he dared not risk all the happiness he had now and try you with kinks and more scarier topics.
Andy went to work, happy and giddy.
Along with his sunny inside, he tolerated the little mistakes students make in class – which is unusual for him, he would normally scold them and give them more extracurricular readings.
No. Today was a happy day. A cheerful day. And with some luck, he’d even have you home for dinner tonight.
Which could possibly mean another night spent at his place. More cuddles. Some light kisses. And tying you up. Mentally, not physically.
He would do anything in his reach to have you stay with him. To have you more dependent on him. To keep you to himself.
He had lost Laurie to another man. He was not going to let you be the same.
He failed to keep his marriage. He was not going to fail this time.
His upright mood lasted for a few hours, until right before the start of the reception, some clumsy freshman spilled coffee on him, ruining his suit. He would have attended the reception with his ruined suit with coffee stains, but it was sticky and slimy – God knows what that kid put in his drink – and wet from his chest down. He thought of you, naturally. He thought you could help if you are still around, you would be able to deliver a new suit to him in time.
Luckily, you were.
Everything was smooth until-
“Anything you’d want to tell me? Anything you’d like to come clean about?” You asked.
A lot of things he didn’t want to tell you. Wouldn’t tell you in a life time.
About the devilish father he had and wished he had never met.
About the marriage with Laurie. The terrible wife he had.
About how it started and how it was going to end.
He would probably take you out for dinner and reward himself with a few celebratory drinks when this is all over. Celebratory sex too. Make up some excuse about wanting to treat you with something nice.
He was lost in thought for a second, before coming up with another truth. Or half-truth.
“I do have a gift for you, sweetheart. But I hate to ruin the surprise.”
It was true. He did have a gift. But it was still in the mall for the engraving. A ring and two pointy ears, having it look like a cat. It would go up your neck with a chain of silver too.
A day collar. A subtle one. Not like those with obvious rings and locks. Or heavy with chains. Or visible with thick leather.
It was subtle, yes, but also claiming you with high profile.
A necklace he bought for you. He would put his hand around your throat, feel the metal warm under his touch, digging into your skin, leaving red marks on your collarbone.
Something he has planned for a while. For almost a month.
He knew it will look good on you, while secretly marking you his.
“Anything else you’d want to share with me?” You ask.
Now this was unexpected.
He didn’t leave his divorce papers open on his desk, did he?
“… I love you.” You said.
“I love you too, baby.” He whispered to your forehead.
A brief hug from you and “See ya, Andy.”
His lies seemed to have worked their way over to you. Having you convinced.
Or did they?
The insecure canned at the bottom of his heart burst the moment you closed the door shut.
For sure, he asked you to come and deliver him his suit. But something had gotten out of hand during the little conversation you had. Something didn’t click. Something had been blasting police sirens on maximum volume.
Andy didn’t dare to think further, opening the door, rushing out to seek you in the vast number of students as lectures ended. He could have sworn he saw your frame in a glimpse. But when he rushed over to the spot where he thought you were, you were nowhere to be seen.
“Dr. Barber?” Professor Rifkin exclaimed when she saw Andy panting, “We were looking for you. The reception starts in two minutes, and – oh my god your pants!”
“Yeah. I’ll be with you soon.” Andy rarely leaks a hint of impatience when talking to other faculty members. But it was you he wanted to talk to. Not that bitch Joan Rifkin who pretended to care only because she was some “BFFFFF” with Laurie.
For now, he could only hope that he’d still be in time for that dinner.
The bullshit reception past in a blur. He did his best to keep up a smiley face and answer questions from students returning to campus, also freshmen who has just been in the department for a few weeks.
The first thing after the tea and the chitchat, Andy grabs his car keys and drives back to his house, nearly running red lights in a row as his mind is occupied with you.
And your goodbye. Which seems more disturbing by the second.
You never say goodbye like that. You certainly don’t say you love him and follow with a goodbye.
You sound like jumping off the bridge right after you’ve said your goodbyes.
Andy grips the steering wheel like an ironclad. He tried calling you ever since the reception is done. A string of busy beeps jests him, laughing at him in his face.
Fuck.
You are not planning to kill yourself. You are not suicidal. You aren’t. He wouldn’t let you.
Andy doesn’t bother to stop the engine when he reaches his place. He jumps out of his vehicle and opens the door, calling out your name but no response came.
No notes. No nothing.
You folded his shirt by his bed.
Even helped him flatten his sheets.
Nothing was out of place. The papers are well-hidden at the bottom of the pile of files, the same way as he left it. No trace of Laurie visible. Fresh dishes in the dishwasher. No doubt you had made yourself some food while you were here.
The question is: Where are you now?
The quietness is swallowing him up. His ears ringing to the deafening silence. His breath quickens. A strong wave of powerlessness washes over him.
Why the fuck did you run away?
Why the fuck did the women in his life keep running away from him?
First his mother. Who looked at him as if he was a monster. Who raised him in fear of him. Who would tell him over and over again that he shouldn’t be his father. Who passed away when he was finishing his doctorate.
Then Laurie. Who loved him so badly at first and the second he thought they were going to be a perfect couple, she cheated.
Now you.
The rough sex. And now this.
He could excuse you for running away when you were scared of him going too far.
But not this.
He planned the gift. He planned to win you back. He planned for everything.
He. Planned. For. Everything.
He will be damned if he lets you go again.
As his cell phone rings, the anger inside him nearly drives him to smash his phone to the wall. He takes a few deep breaths to slow down his frantic heartbeat.
“Yes?”
Less than half an hour later, he arrives at Canavan, Duffy & Associates, a middle-size law firm in Boston, located in one of those skyscrapers. Has about a dozen employees and a few partners. Top floors. Great view. Though Andy himself isn’t particularly keen on heights.
Lawyers, always with their suits and ties.
Andy would have been a lawyer.
Andy would be one of them, if it weren’t for his pops.
His father, notorious for the rape and murder of a teenage girl in the 70s. His grandfather responsible for five killings before changing his last name from “Butcher” to “Barber”.
Because of his family, he once set his mind to be a judge, to wrong the right, and to deliver fair judgement to the felons.
And the first time he was on the stage for a court imitation, he noticed how the lights shone and how the people seemed to be talking about him. He knew it was his imagination, but he wondered if people would dig out the dirt and call him a “Barber Murderer”, like the nickname he was given when he was young. He completely forgot what he was going to say. He stuttered and was driven off stage by his peers.
Since then, he decided something more calming and peaceful would be more suitable for him. Something like literature.
He doesn’t have to face neither victims nor perpetrators, he thought so when he delivered the course selection for his sophomore year, while his roommate Neil pursued law studies.
Neil. His best buddy since college. Who’s been kind enough to introduce him to the law firm Neil was working in, and helped him with his divorce papers. Who guaranteed he is going to get the divorce.
“Hey, thanks for coming in.” Neil pats his shoulder when Andy comes out of the elevator, and pulls him in for a hug, “how are you holding up?”
“Fine. I guess.” He murmurs, tiredness creeping into his voice, “You called about the divorce papers?”
Neil lets out a dry, unamused laugh, “Yeah, pal. Laurie is tough.”
Andy slowly breathes out through the seam of his lips, running his hand down his beard, “Let’s get to it.”
The interior decoration of Canavan-Duffy is simple. Plain wooden color with some light beige. As is the conference room, where Laurie and her lawyer are waiting.
“I’m not getting a divorce.” Is the very first thing that comes out of her mouth.
“Mrs. Barber-” Her lawyer, Mr. Patz, a short bald man, eyes her to stop her voicing.
Andy has never paid much attention to Patz until now. Patz has the uncharacteristic features of smooth skin, plump cheeks, like an innocent child, instead of a somewhat notorious lawyer. It is said that he has ties to the local mob, and could fix almost every problem of his employer – problem, such as the rumored eye-witness teenager to a mob shoot-out, who was found dead in a trench only 12 hours after the shoot-out itself.
Patz flips the sheets of divorce papers on the desk, purses his lips and says, “My client would prefer a more peaceful settlement to divorce.”
Neil sniggers, “Then why would your client get a lawyer?”
Patz raises his short eyebrows almost comically, unaffected by the comment Neil provided, “It has come to my attention that your client,” Patz points his chin towards Andy, “has an affair.”
Neil laughs, pulling his hand into a fist to cover the corner of his mouth to be painfully obvious, “My client would never. Your information is inaccurate, Mr. Patz. Isn’t it so, Andy?”
Andy puts a blank face in reply.
“Andy?” Neil whispers.
Laurie seems to react to the name that has just spoken. Before the word “Andy”, she seems to have drowned in her own little world. Her brown cardigan rumpled and creased. A little bit mismatching to the weather, if Andy were to say anything about it, since it’s nearly 24 degrees Celsius outside. Her lifeless eyes elicit a small light, but only by a little. Dark pupils direct towards the man sitting across the table, as she asks too, “Andy?”
Neil, on the other hand, grabs Andy by the arm, “We’re gonna need five.”
His smile gone too, on the contrary to Mr. Patz, who shares the same dreamy smile as his client Laurie.
“By all means.” Patz points at the glass door, putting his chin on his crossed fingers.
“The fuck, Andy?” Neil growls at his long-time friend, once he makes sure the glass door is properly sealed, “You don’t screw people during your divorce and not tell me about it!”
Andy crosses his arms, his back facing the glass where Patz and Laurie could see. “I’m curious as to how they know that.”
“It’s fucking Internet Era, Andy!” Neil lowers his voice, but even so, his fury is by no means lessened, “Every post, every call, every text is traceable. Even with none of the above, Patz could very well hire his investigator to do his dirty work!”
“She cheated too, Neil.” Andy sighs, “Guess that makes us even.”
“So you did have an affair? With whom? How long?” Neil glances at him, sparing a look at his wristwatch, “Spill. I’m your lawyer now, not your wingman. I need to know everything before they do. Or at least, more than they do.”
Andy lets out an exhale, saying your name, “She used to be my student. We started dating after June.”
“Three months? Did she spend time in your place? A night?”
“About a dozen times.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Can you work around it? I don’t want her to … get into this mess.” Andy gestures at the conference room behind them.
“Only if we won’t sue for a divorce,” Neil calls someone at the end of the hallway. A short girl trots near, “You need anything, Neil?”
“Yeah,” Neil repeats your name, “do a standard background check. For a divorce case. I’ll need it by tomorrow morning.”
“Really Neil?” Andy shifts his center impatiently, “I told you I don’t want her involved.”
“Might be a little late since you screwed her a dozen times.”
“Neil!” Andy winces.
“For fuck sake, get your shit together.” Neil rolls his eyes extremely unprofessionally, “I’m trying to help you out.”
Andy runs his hand through his beard again. The prickling sensation brings somewhat clarity, “What do you think they want?”
“It’s your wife, you tell me.”
“Soon to be ex.”
“Still your wife.”
“God…” Andy feels like someone just drained the air around him, making it difficult to breathe, “it’s going to come to court, isn’t it?”
Neil considers the idea for a second, before cautiously explaining, “To be honest, the court is going to make everything easier. The judge will rule for a divorce since you have already been separated for six months. And the cheating. The cheating always does it.”
“I don’t want to put her on the stand or anything.”
“It might come to that. If it does, I’ll try my best to keep her off the stand. But no promises.”
Andy sighs yet again.
All these lawyer talks make him tired. Weak. Poking holes and wounds that already exist in his heart.
He hates to let you bear witness to his awful marriage, let alone allow you to testify and be subject to indefinite questioning.
Also the fact that you left without a sound. Andy checks his phone. No reply.
He suspects you have blocked him.
“I need a bottom line.” Neil pulls Andy out of his thoughts, “Court or no court?”
“Court.” It only takes a few seconds for Andy to make up his mind. It is not a hard decision to make after all, “if it goes to court, I’m taking my fair share of our possession.”
“’kay.” Neil nods, “now let’s get back to the room. And you don’t do the talking unless I want you to. Understood?”
“Yeah.”
Before returning to the room, Andy says “thank you” to Neil.
Neil puts up his hands, “Look, pal. No offense, but you’re billable hours.”
Andy snorts, “Yeah, I’m like your boss right now.”
“Even if the court means more billable hours,” Neil lowers his voice again, this time out of kindness, “I’ll try to stay away from it. For the sake of your wallet.” He pauses before adding, “and your little girlfriend.”
“Thanks, though.”
“Nah. No need.” Neil reciprocates the smile on Andy’s face, somehow more genuine, “just remember to introduce me to your divorcing friends, if you have any.”
Neil puts on his fake lawyer smile on returning to the room, laying out his yellow legal pad by the side with a few notes, “Truth is, the 1B-Divorce is already filed five months ago. Another month and both of our clients will attend the pre-trial hearing.” He shrugs, “Since you are still insisting on no divorce, I guess there’s no point wasting any more time.”
Neil snaps his folder shut, looking up at Patz and Laurie, “Now if you don’t mind, I have a meeting in ten minutes.”
Patz steals a look at Laurie, the latter still staring at the table in front of her.
Patz has to shake her arm to snap her out of the hazy state she’s in.
“Mr. Barber and his attorney were insisting that we’d go to court. You want to make any other amends to the divorce agreement?” Patz whispers.
Laurie shakes her head slowly, almost mechanically, “No.”
“Alright. We’re done here.” Neil looks as if he’s ready to leave right this second.
“You won’t.” Laurie stares at Andy with her lifeless eyes, “You won’t ruin our home.”
She speaks with such certainty, that Neil blinks a few times more than necessary, slightly wondering if he got caught up in some kinky real-person roleplay between a real couple.
Now that Laurie is looking at him, Andy realizes there’s something off with Laurie. As if she’s desperate. Or she’s on the verge of prancing over the table and eating him alive.
No, it was her hair. The hair that she used to take great care of, smooth and silky and a mixed color between brown and black. Now it’s dry, stacking up like straw. Andy couldn’t even be sure whether she has brushed her hair before she left the house this morning.
Neil interrupts the weird atmosphere hovering above them, asking on behalf of Andy, “And why is that?”
“I took care of that bitch.” Laurie shrugs, sitting back in her chair, “I told her to fuck off and stop meddling with our marriage.”
A gust of cold wind freezes Andy. Immobile. Blank. Unable to think.
She couldn’t…
She didn’t mean…
Not you.
She couldn’t meet you, right?
“You’re lying.” Andy speaks faster than his brain works, spitting out, “If you so much as talk to her-”
“Andy-” Neil warns him.
“- if you dare to come close to her -” If his eyes can shoot daggers, Laurie would be a fishing net in seconds.
“SHE ruined us!” Laurie slams her fist on the table, standing to her full height, “SHE whored out herself.” Laurie screams, “It’s HER fault!”
Patz puts his hand on Laurie’s wrist, softly pleading, “Let’s all calm down for a second.”
“What did you fucking say?” Andy fires up from his chair, the heavy chair rolls backwards, banging itself on the glass walls with a thud. Neil shoots up too, only putting an arm in front of Andy, in case he gets too excited.
“What did you fucking say to her?” Andy shouts, the veins on his neck bulging and flushing. His voice being so loud that a handful associates turn their heads this way, observing another chaos derived by divorce.
Laurie smiles. Giggles. Slowly turns into full-blown laughter.
“I swear to fucking God I’ll-”
Neil tugs Andy’s sleeves hard.
“What. Did. You. Say.” Andy speaks through gritted teeth. It might be the murderer in him, but he wishes Laurie was dead.
He would do anything to have her dead.
Laurie stops laughing, even though the corner of her lips twitching, turning into something sinister and dark. She’s not looking at Andy, nor her lawyer who has been giving her obvious signals to shut up. She looks up at the ceiling and sighs, dreamily, as if she is high on drugs, “She deserves it. That bitch. I should’ve cut her face instead of slapping her this morning. Thinking of that, I should, probably, so she won’t slut around seducing husbands…”
Andy sees her lips parting and closing. But her words fall on deaf ears.
The edge of his nerves burning with fury and hatred.
He loves to put his hand on your neck. But for once, he’d like to wrap his hands around her neck.
And squeeze the fucking air out of her pipes.
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that’s a lot to live up to
my day 4 @bylerween2023 fic for “attacked by vecna”. I made this in 2 days cause my day 6 bylerween fic was complete ass but I needed smth to replace it.
basically mike getting possessed because why not. this will have multiple chapters cause I cant leave yall on a cliffhanger and I wanna continue this (read below or on ao3)
Mike Wheeler had just come to Hawkins when it happened.
Him, Will, Jonathan, Argyle and El were driving from Nevada to Indiana after rescuing El from the military. During that drive, they had learnt a lot. There was this new villain called Henry Creel, who wasn’t really new. He was actually the guy behind everything to do with the Upside Down. Will going missing then getting possessed, the flaying of almost half of Hawkins, that flesh monster that destroyed the mall; that was all the work of one man. And according to El, he was doing even more while they were all in California. All of the killing he was doing was to open a portal. And it seemed like it worked. As they were coming into Hawkins, it looked apocalyptic. There were cracks everywhere and something was leaking from them.
Jonathan had to stop to be checked when they were entering the town. The man there was making sure he had ID, drivers license, all the boring stuff. He was also extremely suspicious. He wondered why anyone would come to Hawkins when it just had an earthquake.
The kids took this time to get some fresh air. But just as they were all stepping out, Mike started to feel dizzy. It probably just me getting up to fast, he thought to himself. After a few minutes, it got worse. He tried to hide to; after everything that happened, he wouldn’t want to concern anyone with some minor stuff. But Will noticed.
“Mike, are you ok?” He asked, seeing his friend’s worn out expression. They were all tired, but Mike looked like he was sick.
“I’m fine.” Mike said. He didn’t get how Will noticed. He was usually good at covering up stuff like this. But moreover, why would Will be concerned. Mike had treated him like shit all spring break. My life began when I found you in the woods, that’s when Will went missing. And even before he came to California, he hadn’t even been trying to contact Will. Only a few calls and no letters. Well, he hadn’t even been sending El that many letters, his own girlfriend. How could he be isolating from everyone he knew.
You’re just hiding from the truth, Mike began to think. You can’t even face your own feelings for those two. Well, more like your lack of love for El. But the thoughts in Mike’s head started to sound different. The voice changed and distorted, until it became monstrous. His head spun and his vision went blurry.
“Mike, what’s wrong?” El came to her boyfriend, extremely worried. If Henry was attacking Mike, she didn’t have the resources or energy to get into his head. And anyways, she had defeated him while in Max’s head. But her attention was diverted by Will, who had pointed out something wrong with Mike.
“El, he’s passed out!” He shouted. Will also noticed something. “What’s wrong with his eyes, why are they white?”
Mike felt like he’d only passed out for a few seconds, but his setting entirely changed. He wasn’t on the edge of Hawkins anymore. He was in his garage. He’d been here before, and he recognised the memory. He saw himself, standing with someone else. Will. They were both younger. Mike knew what would happened next, and he needed to stop it. But he couldn’t move; he was frozen in place. I’ll just shout at them, he thought, but no matter how loudly he screamed, they couldn’t hear him. He’d just have to stand there, and watch himself.
“El’s not stupid, and it’s not my fault you don’t like girls!” His younger self shouted at Will. Those words were almost amplified. They stood out from the sound of the rain on the roof. Whatever brought him here wanted Mike to watch this. It wanted him to suffer. He watched as Will left the garage, getting soaked in the rain. Suddenly, Mike could move again. He needed to follow him, tell him that he didn’t mean anything, that he was just being a fucking idiot.
He was running faster than he ever had in his life, as Will was on bike. He was shouting at Will to stop, that he wanted to apologise, but it was as if he was deaf. Finally Will stopped somewhere in the woods: Castle Byers. It was his safe space, when the bullies or his dad got too bad for him. It was the only place where Will could have some peace. And in his hand was a baseball bat.
Will started to attack the shelter. Splinters of wood and painted signs lay in the mud. After a few minutes of destroying, he picked up something from the wet rubble. It was a picture of him and his friends at Halloween. They were all in ghostbusters costumes. Without any thoughts, Will ripped in half, dividing the photo into two. Mike shouted at him, asking him why he’d do that. Then, someone else came. It was younger Mike and Lucas.
But then the scene melted away like ice on a radiator.
Mike was back in the garage again, but it was different. It was in the Upside Down, or it had at least infected the place. Vines had grown on the walls, and the rain had went away. But the most concerning thing was the shadowy mass in the sky. It reminded Mike of a spider, with its many legs. He got curious and decided to get a closer look at it. Any instinct he would’ve had when it came to danger was gone.
“What the fuck?” Mike whispered to himself, as he moved toward the shadow. It was way bigger than he thought, and the legs were more like tornadoes. But as he was leaving, he heard a sudden rush of wind behind him. The shadow was moving towards him.
Mike tried to desperately outrun it. What even was this thing, he thought to himself, and why is it chasing me? But one of the shadow’s tornado-legs caught up to him in just a few seconds. Mike was now in the shadow. All he could see was darkness and ashes. Then from the dark mist, tendrils started to come out and go into Mike. First his eyes, then his nose and mouth. It felt like someone was pushing him under ice-cold water. Whatever this thing was, it made Mike feel so dreaful and shaky. Soon, he was losing himself to this thing. He started to hear his worst memories, things that he’d repressed into the darkest corners of his mind. But it was all over just as quickly as it had happened.
Mike woke up to his two friends shouting at him, asking if he was ok. Will was borderline shaking his friend. After a bit, Mike opened his eyes fully. He was in the back of Argyle’s van. As he looked out the window, he saw that they were still in the same place they’d stopped.
“Mike, are you ok.” Will asked, looking very worried.
“Yea, why wouldn’t I be?” Mike told him. He felt weirdly energetic, as if someone had revived him. It was a sort of twisted pleasure. But this new feeling also felt foreign, like it was someone else’s.
”You fainted for a really long time and your eyes were white.” El said. “We thought Henry had gotten to your head.”
“Guys, I’m ok.” Mike affirmed. “I actually feel really good.”
Just as Will was about to ask his friend something, Jonathan hopped back into the van and told them to get in. They all sat down. Mike was lost in thought, his face unreadable. El was relived that he was ok. But Will wasn’t convinced Mike was fine. Maybe it was just the Upside Down creeping into the town, but Will felt that familiar sensation he hadn’t felt for six months, but it was stronger than ever. He had felt that tingle (now more like a sting) on his neck when he was talking to Mike.
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The Calabash
It was early in the morning, MK was fast asleep, snoring away in her apartment. All of a sudden MK is waken by the sound of her alarm clock. "Ugh, five more minutes." She said, falling back asleep, only to be woken up again by a sudden shake.
"Wha...Earthquake!" She shouted and covering her head. The shaking stops and MK looks up in confusion. "No! All my pwecious possessions!" She whimpered. Suddenly her alarm went off again and her eyes widened.
"It's 9:01?! I'm late for work!" She cartwheeled out of her bed, She gasped. "My staff! Oh no! Where's my staff?! MK tries to pull her staff out of her ear, but nothing happened. She notices the time changed again.
"Pigsy's gonna kill me!" She quickly changes into her clothes and rushes downstairs. "Pigsy! I'm so sorry I'm late! I overslept! And I guess I didn't set an alarm? I mean Honestly, I don't even remember going to bed. And no to mention the earthquake and, and, and...Please don't fire me!" MK pleaded, clasping her hands together, bowing.
"Fire you?" Pigsy said, before turning around, a bright smile on his face painted across his face. "Fire you? Ha! Why would I fire you?"
MK's jaw dropped, literally. "Um, well, last time you said: If you are one minute late ever again. you. are. fired!"
"I said that?" Pigsy asked in confusion, MK nodded.
Tang gave a chuckle, sliding up next to Pigsy, and wrapping an arm around the Pig Demon's shoulder, "That doesn't sound like my best friend, Pigsy!"
"Best friend?!" MK asked, giving the two a look of shock, looking between the scholar and the chef, then she noticed that there wedding rings were gone. "Uh, what's going on here?" MK asked.
Before she could get an answer, there was another earthquake. She lets out a shriek and ducked for cover. "It's happening again!" She shouted, once the rumbling stopped. Unknown to MK, when her back was turned Pigsy and Tang distorted.
"Again? Whatcha talking about, MK?" Pigsy asked, still grinning.
"Do you not feel that?" Mk asked, turning to them. "Feel what?" The pig demon asked, raising a brow. "Aww, I think those two have a real case of the Mondays, hmm?" Tang cooed.
"Hmm, perhaps it's an inner air thing? She mumbled. Oh, the staff!" She fell over as she tried to pull the staff out of her ear, only for nothing to happen. "What? Why isn't anything happening?"
Pigsy chuckles, shaking his head. "The staff ain't in your ear, kid."
"Oh, that's a relief. Wait, then where is it?" The delivery girl asked. "On the mountain, sealing away the Demon Bull King, and his entire family."
"Say what now!?" She blinked in confusion, since when did all that took place.
"You do remember, right?" Tang asked, before sighing as he turned to Pigsy. "I keep saying you work that poor girl too hard."
"That's it, you're taking the day off!" Pigsy cheerfully shouted. MK's eyes sparkle and with that, she's out the shop in no time.
"My first day off in two whole years! This is a perfect day!" She said with a smile.
"Perfect!" A crowd of strangers cheered behind the her, MK seemed to pay them no mind.
"No traffic at rush hour!" The girl gasped, speeding down the street, and towards the mall.
"Perfect!" The strangers cheered once again.
"Free shoes and tea samples?!" MK gasped in awe, as she was handed more stuff.
"Perfect!"
She made her way to the Anti-Gravity Arcade, where MK she played all the different games, cheering when she won every single round of Monkey Mech, "Beat all the high scores on Monkey Mech?!"
"Perfect!"
"Uhhh, y'all are seeing this, right?"
The ground begins to shake once again, looking around to see the source of the shaking, finding nothing. "Okay, this is weird, something's wrong..." MK frowned, thinking over the day's events, and walking back to the shop. "Pigsy smiled. He never smiles. I got to tell Mei."
MK starts running to find her friend, accidentally running into the girl. She to the ground, looking up at Mei, who was standing over her, a smile on her face. "Hey, MK! you good?"
"Mei! Boy am I glad to see you! Please tell me you see them, too?" She pointed to the crowds of people, once again surrounded by a crowd, all whispering "perfect" over and over again.
Mei slaps a finger over Mk's lips, shushing her "Sssh! None of that matters. We're gonna be late!" Grabbing her arm, running to the direction of the docks.
"Late for what?" MK asked as she struggled to keep up. The next thing he knew, Mei was dragging him to Sandy's boat, which was heavily decorated. "Our romantic river cruise for two."
"Our what!?"
"Our what!?" MK yelled in disbelief. She looked around Sandy boat, all of his cats were dressed in little suits, Sandy included.
"M-Mei...?" MK gave a worried look. "What is going— What the!?" She looked down at herself to see that her clothes had been changed.
MK was wearing a pink and white Hanfu dress with white flower print designs, her hair was tied in a bun, a flower clip keeping it in place.
Sandy then walked over to the two teens."Um, love what you've done with your boat, Sandy," MK said, a little confused.
"Isn't it perfect? I've finally figured it out. I felt like I really needed to cement what my role was in the group dynamic. And then, it just came to me. Boom! Romantic cruises! Okay, I'll be right back with the hors d'oeuvres," he said, giving MK a menu and then bowing and walking away.
MK then laughs nervously before leading over the table to whisper to Mei, "Mei, something really bad and really weird is going on. I think I'm losing it. I'm wearing this fancy dress, and There's all these earthquakes, and Pigsy said I beat DBK, and everything is all --" She paused, noticed Mei was wearing a completely different outfit.
"Perfect?~" Mei asked, in a seductive tone.
She wore a white and spring green hanfu, with a white and dark green sash, strapped around her waist. Her jet black hair was tied up into two ponytails, laid at the back of her head, adorned with white pom-poms and dark green ribbon.
She gasped "Oh no, It's spreading!" MK panicked. All of a sudden the lights went dim, stars were beginning to light up. "What the?"
Mei takes MK's hand. "C'mon! There playing our song!" She leads her to the dance floor. "Our Song?" MK asked, really confused, she yelped when Mei took her to the dance floor as they begin to slow dance.
'This is too weird! Why am I slow dancing with Mei? And when did I summon a clone!?' MK thought out loud as she looked to see a clone of her taking a mic, singing.
I know we've been friends forever
But now I think I'm feeling something new
And after all this time I opened up my eyes
Now I see you were always with me
Could it be you & I
Never imagined
Could it be suddenly I'm fallin' for you
Could it be you were right here beside me
and I never knew
Could it be that its true
It's you and it's you...
"MK, we've known each other for a long time and...Well, there's something I've been wanting to tell you.. Mei started off, fidgeting with her hands, looking at her with a blush on her face. Since the first day we met."
The earthquake shakes again, causing Mei to lose her balance as she shrieks, bumping into MK The two tumble, MK fall on her back, hitting the ground, as Mei lands on top of her.
"Mei?! W-What are you doing!?" MK asked, completely terrified.
"I just can't hold it in anymore! MK, I, I....I love you.~" Mei said looking deeply into her eyes.
MK blinks a couple of times, before letting out a terrified shriek, running away from Mei, leaning over the boat, puking. "Nope. I-I don't.." She gagged, looking sick.
"Wait! I-I meant, um..."
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Unknown to MK, Two demons were fighting over a gourd like artifact. "No, it's my turn!"The orange demon kicks the blue one, who was tugging at the artifact, pushing his foot on his face.
"You're just gonna tell him everything's perfect again!" He struggled. "Oi! you forfeit your turn when you told Mei they should be in love!"
"What!? that was your idea!" The blue demon pointing to a picture of MK and Mei pinned on a red heart.
The orange demon sweatdrops, whistling nonchalantly as he takes down the picture on the board. "But they're just friends! You should know that."
"Ah! there's gotta be something about this in our scheme book." The blue demon then pulls out a rather large book, placing it on the table with a grunt. he skims down the pages, stopping with a grin, opening the book.
"Okay, uh, let's see." he mumbles, overlooking the book, " step 1: Imprison the monkie kid in the calabash."
"Right. done."
"Uh, step 2: convince monkie kid he's not in the calabash."
"Okay, we'll call that one a work in progress. next?" The orange demon brother asked.
"Yeah, that...that's it. It's just the two steps." The blue demon informed before looking to the next page to make sure.
"We really need to put in more time with the development stage." The orange demon looks from the calabash, back to the blue demon then back to the calabash, before grinning as he takes the calabash.
"Alright, alright, I can fix this." He then clears his throat, making it sound more girly as he held the calabash.
Tee-hee! Did I say in love?"
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"I meant to say..." Mei starts to say but the fake world starts to rumble, throwing MK back into the rambling, Mei then got in her face, scaring MK "I love being your friend!" Mei finished.
"Uh, you know what? I... I need to, uh...Check something out. I'll see you later."
"As friends?" Mei called out as she walked away. "Yep! Uh-huh." She chuckles awkwardly, walking off, hopefully she wouldn't be followed.
Once she was out of sight, Mei's smile turned into a frown. "I think I nailed it," the fake Mei said.
"Hm. Let's make sure," the fake Sandy said.
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Meanwhile, MK awkwardly walks down the sidewalk of the city, back into her normal clothes, turning to peer over the corner of an alleyway. She looks left and right, sneakily walking into the alleyway, only to run into a dumpster. again, there was another earthquake, causing her to groan.
"How are you doing down there!" MK looked up, her eyes wide when he saw the somersault cloud, gasping.
"Monkey king! It's you, wait a minute, what are you doing here?" MK said, frowning.
"Oh you know? hanging, chilling, Monkey Kinging around. uh, anyway enough about me, What's new with you? cause you seem agitated."
"Well, yeah. I mean, everyone's got dumb brain! Pigsy gave me the day off, a-and Mei just said she...loves me. I think I'm going crazy!" She clutched her hair as Wukong jumps off his cloud.
The fake Sun Wukong just frowns before jumping off his cloud, "Ah, you're not crazy. This is all very normal." He then pulled out a bamboo stick and pointed it in MK's face before continuing, "My power's just...so great. It's probably too much for your little mortal brain to handle. You're going to see some weird stuff. You've just gotta accept it."
MK looked at him weirdly before walking back to the ladder to his room, the fake Sun Wukong still had his back to her, "Accept it, huh?"
"Yeah, accept it. Apart from that love bit, it all sounds fine. Perfect. Uh, but you know, if you think about it, actually, maybe you and Mei would make a really—" at that time the fake had turned around and noticed that MK had left.
"MK? Gaw, dang it."
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MK is seen walking down the sidewalk of the city, frowning. "This is fine. This is fine. I can figure this out. I'm definitely not going crazy. It's everyone else that's going crazy."
She makes her way towards the cave, smiles, looking up to see the staff. "The staff! Finally things can go back to normal." MK said walking towards the staff.
"Hey, Mk. what are you doing?" Mei's voice called out to her.
"Mei! Um...I was gonna take the old staff for a spin." The Monkie kid laughs, hoping Mei wouldn't question her further as she slowly backed away.
"Take it? you can't take it! If you do that then the Demon Bull King will return!" Mei exclaimed, her voice getting dark and scary.
MK laughs nervously, backing away from Mei, only to bump into Sandy. "Leave the staff where it is. dude." Sandy threatened.
"Oh, MK! You don't want that mean DBK to return, do you?" Tang cooed, suddenly appearing in front of her.
"Why don't we just go back to the shop?" Pigsy suggests with a smile, standing next to Tang. "I'll make us all a nice pot of noodles." the four loom over him, MK turning, seeing Monkey King behind him. "You can still have your perfect life, Sweetheart~" Wukong said smirking.
"No...No! This can't be real. You all can't be real!" MK shouted, balling her fists. Mo suddenly appears on MK's shoulder. "Yeah, we can all just hang out."
"Jin, the cat's not meant to talk!" False Mei said.
"Yeah, jigs up. Let's get her!" False Wukong said, the group lunged towards her. MK immediately made a run for it, Hoping to reach the staff in time. Unfortunately, they all dog-piled her before she could reach it.
"Let me go!" MK shouted, struggling from underneath them.
"You can't leave, just accept it Sweetie~" Monkey King cooed, smiling down at her.
MK growled, continuing to struggle. "NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" MK shouted. She managed to free her arm, reaching for the staff. She grabbed it and pulls it out of the ground. Suddenly the world around her begins to crack, lights beams against it and before she knew it, she was outside.
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The moment was ruined when they heard a loud clank, both looking over, noticing the two demons trying to escape. MK screams, resulting in the demons also screaming. "WHO ARE YOU, WHERE AM I!?" MK screamed, The demons look at the other, before turning away from MK, as they began cackling.
"We're your worst nightmare, Missy! The name's Jin!
"And I'm Yin! The Gold and Silver Demons!" The two then posed, doing a Jesse and James bit, then they started arguing.
“Mate, it's silver and gold. silver and gold. Ok, I'm not having this conversation again!" MK sweat dropped, watching the two demons fighting.
"Am I supposed to believe that these are the one's that imprisoned me?"
"Okay, I got it. you're both demons. Uh, what am I doing here?" She asked, irritated.
"We've heard rumors about the great monkie princess and knew she'd be a worthy adversary." Jin said.
"Yes, after cunning and guile. We called out to you and you foolishly...answered." Yin exclaimed.
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Earlier that morning, MK had arrived at the hideout with an order of Pigsy's noodles. MK looks from her phone to the building, raising a brow, before knocking on the door. The door opens a small crack. "Who is it?" A false female voice called out.
"Pigsy's Noodles! Home of the world's longest noodle." MK answered, waiting outside. Yin pulls his brother back, keeping him from being seen by MK.
"Bro, she has to answer to her name, remember." He reminded him. "Oh, right!"
Jin clears his throat, coughing. "Um, this app thing says you have to identify yourself, is your name MK?
MK rubs the back of her head, kinda confused. "Oh! Well I'm currently going by "MK" but it's really-Aaahhh!" Her sentence is cut off as the door opens and MK screams, being sucked in the Calabash.
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"I don't understand! The Calabash was supposed to contain you forever!" Jin shouted.
"Well, at least until we've figured out how to let you go." Yin shrugged. "So, instead, We'll have to destroy you the ol' fashion way!"
MK growled, an angry tick on her head as she starts swinging her staff. "Fine, y'all wanna fight? I feel like a fight." MK gets into a fighting position.
Yin and Jin gulp, looking terrified. "Um, I think she know we're bluffing."
"Wait! I've just figured out step three!" Yin said. Jin grins at his brother, as they dug into their pockets, pulling out smoke bombs. "Smoke bomb!"
MK coughs, covering her faces from the smoke, looking around to see the demons had vanished.
Or....Maybe not.
She turned around, behind her when she heard laughing. "We're the greatest tricksters ever!" They shouted in unison, and with that, they were finally gone.
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MK makes it back to the shop, MK looking hesitantly inside. "Um, Mei ? Mr. Tang?"
"Kid! Just where have you been? Pigsy asked furiously. "I've got-" He was cut off by MK pulling him in a hug. "Pigsy!" MK exclaimed, rubbing her cheek against his. "Sweet, Sweet Pigsy!"
"Uh, What's Happening?" He asked in confusion. "It's a long story," MK sighed. It's just...I'm just really glad to have you guys." She said, smiling.
"Yeah, this is already perfect enough for me."
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MK sighed, plopped down on her bed, After all that happened today she could really use a break. She noticed a bouquet of flowers, on her window balcony.
She goes over to them, she cooed over the beautiful flowers. She buried her face in the flowers, taking a deep sniff. "They're so pretty!" She cooed.
She wondered, who could have brought these to her? She saw that their was a note attached to it.
❤️ "You don't know how lovely you are, you.
You with your cheeky-half smile
The way you touch your hair
Your soft lips.
And those brown eyes...
Oh, those brown eyes.
They draw me in, then slowly let me go.
I don't know if I want to let go." ❤️
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Love is a sudden guest - part 4
chapter 4 - Billy Hargrove x Reader
no warnings
...A few months later…
You had no idea how you and the others made it out of that godforsaken hole alive but here you were. And all that, while your body wasn't able to press out even a single snowflake.
So you went for the old-fashioned method and had grabbed the bat Steve had pulled out of the trunk. He had reluctantly let go of it after you stared him down for what felt like an hour. He knew that you would not back off, and his effort to make Dustin and the other wait outside, were fruitless as well.
But your victory sadly was overshadowed by the death of Joyce's friend Bob.
It had been months since El closed the gate back up and life had gone back to normal for now. Well at least on the outside.
You had talked to Steve about what happened with Billy, you told him how you had desperately tried to stay in control over every aspect of your life after the possession and that it had burned you out.
“I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you and that I didn't tell you about Billy but I'm not going to apologize for spending time with him.”
You held his stare until he let out a sigh and shook his head slowly. “It's fine I guess. Besides, I can't tell you who to meet and who not, but I cant pretend im not glad that it's over. And it seems to me that it wasn't his intention to get you into his bed just to brag about it.”
“Well, in the end, he did, didn't he,” you said softly, looking down at your hands.
“I don't know, it seemed he felt bad about saying it. I don't think he had planned to say it at all. He kept it for himself for three weeks, that seems like a pretty long time for somebody who wanted to brag about it.”
You smiled softly at his attempt to make you feel better, “It doesn't matter now, does it? It's over and we can go back to our boring lives.” You laid an arm around his shoulder and he let out a laugh.
“Speak for yourself, sis.”
*Billy*
He had reluctantly agreed to drive Max to the mall and now, as they pulled up to the entrance, his eyes instantly snapped to the one person he wanted to avoid. The motor of his car was still running as he watched y/n sitting on a bench beside a fountain a couple of metres away from his parking spot.
That night at the Byers house was the last time he had spoken to y/n and for months he had successfully managed to avoid her. The betrayed look in her eyes that night had made his stomach turn, even after months he couldn't get her out of his mind no matter how hard he had tried. She probably hated him by now because to get her out of his mind he had been with many other women.
None of them had filled the hole in his heart that she had left, but he tried it over and over again and he hated himself for that.
“Maybe you can talk to her?” Max said carefully and his gaze snapped away from y/n over to his sister.
“What?” he said and Max grimaced.
“Y/n. Maybe you should talk to her. I know she feels bad about everything that has happened and…”
“Maybe you should mind your own damn business, Maxine.” He hissed and she watched him for a moment, no doubt waying if she should say something else. She wasn't as afraid of him anymore as she had been a year ago but there were still lines she didn't want to cross, so she just let out a sigh and got out of the car. But before she walked away she turned back to the open window to look at him. He was leaning back against the headrest, his arm on the door. She saw his gaze flicker back to where y/n was sitting before he put on his sunglasses.
“She will be in the school library tomorrow evening. She is there every Thursday to work on her project.” He turned to her and even with the sunglasses, she could see the anger on his face, so she turned around and quickly walked away from the car.
He gripped the steering wheel tight as he sped away from the mall.
…she feels bad about everything that has happened…
His stomach turned, why would she feel bad when he was the one who acted like an asshole?
Hearing from Max to talk to her had made him furious, she shouldn't interfere in his affairs but there was this tiny little part, inside his mind, that was grateful for her.
You stretched out your arms as a yawn escaped your mouth. It had taken you an extra hour of work but you looked over the papers in front of you satisfied.
The paper wasn’t due for another week but given that it would play a major role in your final grade, and with that in your choice for a college, you had worked on it every day for the past few weeks.
Now that it was finished you felt the exhaustion prick on your eyes.
The school library was empty since the last students had gone over an hour ago.
It was pitch black outside and you cursed in silence, still used to the complete silence policy of the library, as you thought about the way home. You had planned to finish right in time to walk home with the last light of dusk but that was too late now.
You rubbed your eyes when the sound of a door let you freeze.
Was there still someone here? You had thought that everyone already left.
Fear started to creep up your spine as you turned to walk to one of the entrance doors of the room. It was hidden behind a shelf and you couldn't see it from your table but you were almost certain that it must have been this door.
Slowly walking over to the shelf your fingers started to prickle at the thought of a possible thread but you willed it down.
It was highly possible that it was just another student you hadn't seen, and you wouldn't want to risk a murder investigation right before college.
Right at the edge of the shelf you waited a moment and mustered all the courage you had left (the horror movie marathon with Steve and Dustin last weekend was still ringing in your head).
After everything you had seen, being in the empty library all alone in the middle of the night shouldn't be as frightening as it seemed right now but here you were.
Counting to three in your head you snapped around the shelf to find… a closed door and not a single soul in sight.
You let out a sigh feeling a little awkward after making such a fuss, but when you turned back around, a little scream escaped your throat at the sight of a person sitting on the table you had been earlier. His feet were up on the sitting space, his arms resting on his knees, hands hanging loosely between his legs and the fear was switched out for a different set of emotions.
“What are you doing here, Hargrove?” You asked, pulling your eyes from him, face back into an indifferent mask as you walked over to get your stuff. Your heart was still racing but you had a slight suspicion it had nothing to do with fear anymore. He had flinched slightly at the use of his last name and you had to admit that it felt wrong.
“Did you sneak in here to scare the shit out of me?”
As you waited for an answer you looked up at him to find confusion written on his face.
“I wasn't sneaking in, I came through the door.” He pointed to the backdoor that led to the parking lot and you felt entirely stupid. “I thought you were getting something off the shelf over there and because your stuff was still here I waited.”
His mouth twitched slightly and his eyes gleamed. “Don't tell me I scared you.”
Your head snapped back to your stuff and you said, “of course not. Why would I be scared? But you haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?”
He was silent for a moment but you couldn't look up at him.
Finally he said “I wanted to talk to you.”
The thoughts of all the rumours came to your mind and anger started to rise in your stomach.
“Why? Are you through with every girl in school and now you want to start from the beginning?” Your voice was bitter but you couldn't help it, you had heard the other girls talk and you had cried your fair share of tears because of it.
“I can't stop thinking about you.”
Your mind blanked at the sincerity of his voice and your telltale heart jumped in your chest. It took a lot of effort to keep your eyes on the paper in front of you. You wanted to tell him that you too had not been able to get him out of your head and that it broke your heart all over again when you had heard the whisper of every girl in your class when they told their friends that they had spent the night with Billy Hargrove.
But you remained silent.
“Can you please talk to me, y/n?”
“What do you want me to say?” you snapped, finally looking at him and his blue eyes were fixed on you. “I'm really tired, Billy. I don't want to do this right now.” It was the truth. You hadn’t slept well the past few days and you still needed to walk all the way home so you had no energy left to spare.
As if he could read your mind he said, “at least let me drive you home, there is no other car outside so I assume you planned on walking but it's already dark.” He was fixing you with his eyes and you were about to say ‘no’ when he said, “come on y/n, just let me do this for you.”
You watched him, calculating the situation and if it was a good idea to get into his car. Not because you were afraid of him but because you couldn't trust your own body when he was so close. You still felt the fluttering in your chest when his scent hit you after all this time.
“Thank you, I would appreciate it, Billy.” you gave in and turned away not seeing the little smile that tugged at the corner of his lip at the sound of his name out of your mouth and you were too tired to realise that you had said it.
He was waiting outside the door, cigarette between his lips as you walked out of the library after packing up all your stuff.
“Ready?” he asked and you nodded, silently walking over to his car. The whole situation felt painfully familiar but at the same time eerily strange. He hadn't spoken for the entire ride, even if you almost wished for him to tell you something, anything.
But after ten minutes you reached your street and he stopped two houses away from your home, maybe out of habit.
The car went silent and the two of you just sat there, waiting for something that neither of you could say. You feared the moment you stepped out of the car as if it meant to be the final end to something you weren't sure you wanted to leave behind. So you turned to him, not able to see his whole face in the darkness of the night but you knew he was watching you.
“Thank you for driving me, Billy.” you said and as you turned around you could have sworn his hand twitched as if he wanted to reach for you but pulled himself back again.
“I see you around I guess.”
It was the last straw you wanted to throw at him, anything to get him to say something to you. Before you could close the door he called your name and you looked back at him.
“Can I see you tomorrow? Maybe we can get something to eat and… then we could talk?”
There it was, and it surprised you how much you had hoped for him to say something like that. You couldn't even pretend to think about your answer as you said, “I would like that.”
And as you laid in your bed that night staring at your ceiling, thinking about the next day, you could not suppress the smile that had crept up your lips.
You had never felt so entirely stupid and angry in your whole life. Gripping the steering wheel so hard your knuckles turned white.
It was Saturday now and because you had promised El and Max to take them on a shopping tour, you were now on your way to the mall.
They both were glancing at each other worried whenever you let out a course or honked at another car furiously. You were obviously angry but until now none of them had the courage to ask you what was going on. Max had a slight hunch but there was only one way to find out. She looked over at El and swallowed before she asked, “y/n is everything alright?”
You looked at her in the rear-view mirror and you tried to soften your voice as you said, “Yes, everything is absolutely fine, Max. Why do you ask?”
“Well, you seem a little tense and the side windows are starting to freeze.” She pointed to the window beside her with her thumb and you just now realised that it had been freezing cold in the car beside the summer heat outside.
You pulled into the parking lot in front of the mall and took a deep breath before you turned around to the two girls. “I’m sorry.” you said as the ice slowly vanished and the temperature was rising again.
Max and El gave you an understanding smile and Max asked, “you didn't by any chance talk to Billy? Did you?” And your face told her that she had hit the nail on the head.
“I'm sorry, y/n. What did he say? It was something stupid wasn’t it?”
“Well, not exactly. Because in order to say something stupid, he would have had to show up in the first place. He wanted to meet with me yesterday and I waited for an hour before I finally admitted to myself that I am a lot more stupid than I thought.”
“I can't believe he did that. What the hell is wrong with him?” she said and shook her head.
“I asked myself that question far too many times already.”
„There is definitely something very wrong with Billy.“ Max said and El just nodded. They both showed up at your doorstep a couple of days later. You had almost managed to divert your thoughts away from Billy.
Almost.
„What is it now? Can’t I have a little peace from this whole Billy-thing?“ You crossed your arms, already tired of the subject popping up over and over again.
„No, you don’t understand. There is something very, very wrong this time. Like upside-down wrong.“ Max said and you uncrossed your arms.
„What do you mean?“
After they told you about El‘s vision and about Heather's bloody whistle you were full in alarm mode.
„We think he might be possessed.“
The hair in the back of your neck started to rise and your breathing accelerated as the well known panic rose in your stomach. You just stared blankly at them, trying to suppress the dark thoughts.
„Y/n, y/n did you hear what I said?“ Max snapped her fingers right in front of your face and you snapped out of your thoughts.
„I…I heard you.“ you said, catching El’s sympathetic gaze. She laid her hand on your forearm in order to comfort you and you gave her a weak smile.
Max looked between the two of you and suddenly realised what the thought about the possession might trigger in you.
„I’m sorry y/n, maybe we should get Hooper or Joyce to help…“
„No.“ you said, your voice more confident than you had expected. „If he really is possessed we need to do something. I will not sit here and let you kids fight this thing alone. I will manage.“
„So what should we do?“ Max asked and you tried to think about it without letting your fear get a hold of you.
„We should see if Heather is fine. Maybe there is an explanation and our fantasy just runs wild. I get my keys and we drive over to her house.“
…
It had started to rain heavily and you couldn’t suppress the thought that it was a bad omen.
“I think we should knock, maybe…” you called over the rain but the door was unlocked and swung open, unmistakably El’s doing and you said, “…fair enough.”
The three of you walked into the house and Max stopped in front of a framed picture on the wall.
“This is her house.” She said and you too stopped in front of the picture.
Thoughts started to rise again in your head and your stomach clenched at the image that was building in your mind.
You didn’t notice that Max and El hat made their way into the living room but then you heard Billy’s voice. You leaned against the wall out of sight from him and pressed your hand over your mouth as bile started to rise in your throat.
A familiar shiver started to rise up your spine.
No, please, it can't be true.
“…what on earth are you doing here? Is something wrong?” He asked Max and your fingertips started to prickle. There was something so very wrong about his voice but you couldn’t explain it.
“…where is she?” El asked him and you could almost feel the change in the atmosphere.
“Where is who?” He said and at the same time you heard Heather’s sunshine voice.
This was all wrong. The hair on your arms and neck was standing up as if your body could physically feel the danger that was seeping through the house.
You left through the still open door just in time before Max, El and Billy walked into the hallway.
Back in your car, the three of you sat there just staring blankly into the night, still processing the whole thing.
After a while you opened your mouth without looking at the two girls, “I…there is something very wrong with him. I'm not sure what it is but it felt an awful lot like something from the upside down, I'm just not sure how much of it was him and how much was the other thing.”
“You sure?” Max said, voice slightly trembling. “I mean he has been an ass before all this, he doesn't need a mind possessing monster for that.”
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#billy hargrove reader#billy hargrove fanfiction#billy hargrove#billy hargrove x y/n#stranger things#romance#secret relationship#fanfiction
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ANALYZING EVIL DEAD RISE VS STRANGER THINGS 5 PREDICTIONS BC THE WRITERS SAID SO.
im sorry.
*****ok do NOT read any further if you haven't seen evil dead rise yet. you have been warned.*****
ok this is gonna be a long one I think.
my friend @3leven1 and I came up with 4 main predictions about what the fuck this means. here we go class.
UNO: POSSESION.
obviously in evil dead rise (I'm just gonna abbreviate it to edr) there is an ongoing theme of possession. this could mean multiple things. when people got Vecna'd it was often refereed to as "possession". vecna might be back to Vecna more people in the gang to break them up and do a great number of damage in their attempts to defeat him. in season two (which was also confirmed to be related to s5) will was possessed. could this mean will will -haha will will- get possessed again?? or will someone else...? this brings me to my next theory.
DOS: THE WHEELERS.
by now I bet a ton of you have seen that in the posters for season four, we had one for Karen wheeler. now why the hell would she have one?? its not like she's a main character, she never has been. but maybe its implying that she will be. Ellie (the mother) in edr was possessed and went rogue killing her children and others. in s4 Vecna picked random teens to kill. or.... not so random. every one of his four victims had some sort of trauma or conflict eating away at them. its been implied that Karen is unhappy in her marriage with ted. I mean come on, in seasons 2 and 3 she was getting ready to go fuck billy like twice. so is vecna gonna go after Karen??
hold up in not done the the wheeler fam just yet. in edr, Ellies sister, lily, pulled that badass card out of the deck and killed Ellie. a good deal of that situation, she had a gun. now, class, who knows how to handle a gun in the wheeler fam? Nancy. Nancy is going to kill her possessed mother, defending her family. hey! y'all remember towns the end of edr when the bodies of them possessed people formed one big monster??? sort or reminds me of something...
TRES: THESSALHYDRA AND SEASON THREE.
first in line: season three. the mall monster was made up of melted down people.... and rats. if the people and rats could turn into a monster, then I have no doubt that other monsters themselves can. but. could this abomination of other melted monsters be the thessalhydra????
NEEEXT!!!: the thessalhydra. if you are in any way acquainted with dnd, you know the thessalhydra. if you aren't its okay! that was the monster the gang was fighting in wills painting. in season four, when robin, Steve, Eddie, and Nancy were walking through the woods in the upside down, there was another earthquake. during that earthquake, in the subtitles, it said something along the lines of "creature bellows in distance". I don't thing any of the monsters we've already been acquainted with 'bellow'. could this be the second big bad of s5 and the "creature with a gaping mouth' (possibly melted down monsters????) Nancy saw in her visions? probably.
CUATRO: ELEVEN GETS VECNA'D
hold on don't freak out!! its just a theory. but I do have some solid goddamn evidence so maybe you should freak out just a little bit.
around the middle of edr, lily finds Bridget eating glass to "kill the buggies in her tummy" creepy ass bitch. but before that, she is appalled to find that blood is literally POURING out of her nose. I really don't think I should have to explain that one. that's not all though. seconds after, she finds blood running out of her eyes too. Vecna kills him victims by sucking there eyes into their heads. when this happens, blood runs out their eyes too. so, class, lets put together these puzzle pieces regarding eleven.
nosebleed (el) + blood running out eyes = eleven gets vecnad.
but maybe she'll be ok. before we figured out one was Vecna, he tried to Vecna eleven when she was young. but she did get out of it by exploding him into the upside down.
uhm. yeah im sorry for that last one. if you read this before watching edr, I did warn you, back off. ANYWAY. yeah that's all I got. tell me what you think!
#stranger things s5#stranger things 5 predictions#evil dead rise#Vecna can be a verb. I've decided#my rants#tw talk of blood and violence#stranger things#stranger writers
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So I watched Devil in Ohio. And I have some thoughts.
I don’t know, the way characters treat each other in this series just strikes me as weird. For example, Isaac and Jules apparently have been friends since like the third grade, but it was so fragile. The moment Jules makes friends with Mae he acts all upset about it. And on Halloween, I know they have a tradition, but they could literally watch the movie the next day or something, and it wasn’t like Jules was discluding him; she invites him to the bonfire with her, but he acts like this is some friendship ending event. And then, when she asks for a ride home, where he KNEW there would be alcohol there, he told her no, leaving her to fend for herself, knowing she was probably drunk at night, and he never apologized for that, instead she had to apologize for what, branching out?
And then Jules with Mae, that just kind of sucked; the dad to actually. They acted like they were best friends, and yeah Mae was obviously possessive of their friendship, but what did she do besides help her photography and take a picture of Isaac from her wall? Yes, Mae did have some potential toxic behaviors in their friendship, but she just left a cult and has no idea of regular social boundaries, so they could have had a conversation with her to let her understand, but no. And in the end, that’s not even what Jules got mad about, it was because Mae decided to branch out, same thing with Jules and Isaac. Mae goes to the mall with some people without Jules, and Jules acts all weird about it. And then they wear the same costume, because as stated Mae wants to copy Jules, but Jules takes this strangely personally. And then Sebastian, Jules’s crush, asks Mae to the dance and that’s enough for Jules to decide their friendship is over? Mae even told Jules she wouldn’t go with Sebastian to the dance when she learned Jules had a crush on him, but Jules didn’t care, and now Jules and Isaac are calling Mae a narcissist? She definitely has some problems with attachment and how to form healthy bonds, but I wouldn’t say narcissist. Jules was just pissed that Mae started having connections outside of her, and that inconvenienced her.
And then with the dad, he obviously didn’t care much for Mae since the beginning, which okay, fair, he’s not obliged to think of Mae as his own daughter or something, and with where they are financially due to his house thing taking in another child probably isn’t the best. But he could at least see her for what she is; a traumatized, cult programed child. One thing that made me a bit upset, was when he was asking about the fire and if she knew about it, it seemed like he literally triggered a trauma response in her, as she went to her knees, clinging to his feet and mumbling. Instead of consoling her or something, he goes into the house, telling Suzanne later that this was suspicious behavior or some shit. Like, my guy, you, a older man was accusing her of something, and it made her want to beg for forgiveness, and the leader of her cult is an older man, fill in the dots.
Then towards the end they’re acting like it’s Mae’s fault that their family is in disarray? But it’s not? Mae didn’t do anything till the flower thing at the end to see if Suzanne would come for her. What’s the worst thing that happened to this family due to Mae’s presence? The parents had a small disagreement about scheduling and who would drive who to where? And yes, the cult is now interacting with the family, but that’s not Mae’s fault, she’s the victim of this cult who is literally trying to kill her, but the family is acting like Mae is masterminding all their minor inconveniences. Yes, Suzanne got a little too involved in the investigation of Mae, but Mae never asked this of her, this was Suzanne’s decision. And what, they had to stay in a different place for the night because Mae was about to be KILLED by the cult? She’s dying, and they couldn’t give less of a shit, victimizing themselves, not even slightly worried about Mae. When Jules and Peter were talking it was all like ‘Mae shouldn’t have come here’ ‘yes but it wasn’t just her fault honey’ like, can you not, she’s kind of reliving her trauma right now while you are all fine. Three arguments with your wife, a shared Halloween costume, and the family is in shambles? And then in the end, they decide they can’t bare to stay with Mae so they end up living separately from their mom? This random hatred for Mae just seemed so out of place when she hasn’t really done much to them besides exist. That’s really it; they’re upset at her for existing in their home, for existing near them when people are trying to kill her, a child.
And then with the ending, it was nothing out of character for Mae; it’s been established she has problems knowing how to keep lasting bonds with people. It was very self destructive of her to want confirmation for love so badly that she willingly brought herself back into the cult to die just to see if they come for her. That’s kind of sad, and makes for a very unhealthy relationship, and Mae should see a therapist. In fact, Suzanne is literally a psychiatrist, and she never addresses any of this previous, less extreme behavior within Mae. I want Mae to understand she can reach out to other people and not go to such extreme measures, but when she started doing that when she went to the mall with other girls without Jules, Jules got all upset about it rather then encourage her, so that probably didn’t help.
I don’t know; maybe this is just me projecting my love for the found family troupe.
#devil in ohio#mae dodd#suzanne mathis#jules mathis#isaac kimura#peter mathis#sebastian zelle#they acted like mae was the villain when she was just a traumatized girl that didn't understand social ques
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