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boldlyvoid · 4 months

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Christmas Cookies

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Summary: Spencer's neighbour gives him a plate of whatever she makes her family for dinner most nights. When he comes home to see smoke bellowing out of her kitchen window, the last thing on his mind is some burnt parchment paper under her Christmas cookies.

Warnings: mutual pining, divorced reader, mom reader, food mentions, cooking, flirting

word count: 2.2k

When he got back from prison, his apartment didn’t feel like home anymore.

It felt tainted… it felt wrong to be there where so many terrible memories took place. He’s been through so much in these 4 green walls and now he can’t stomach being there anymore.

He spends some time at JJ’s, in her spare room. He sleeps on Penelope’s couch and in the guest house at Daves but he hates feeling like a burden. So, during his mandatory month off, he packs everything up, terminates his lease and rents a new apartment in a tiny complex closer to work. And on the first night, he was there, unboxing everything, he smelled something… something delicious.

He didn’t pack any food cause he didn’t really have any in the cupboards when he was packing and he hasn’t had time to go to the grocery store yet. So the smell makes his stomach growl, so he follows the smell. Thinking that his neighbour must’ve just got a delivery because it smelled so powerful.

He knocks on the door, a little nervous but too hungry to care. And a little kid answers the door, probably no older than Jack. “Hi?”

“Andrew!” A woman yells from inside the house and comes rushing to the door with a dishtowel in her hands. “How many times have I told you not to answer the door?”

“She’s right,” Spencer agrees with her. “Sorry, I just moved in next door and I wanted to know what that smell is? It smells amazing?”

“Oh,” the woman softens. “I’m making Carne Asada tacos for dinner…”

“Oh, oh, I thought maybe you ordered something in 'cause the smell is so strong out here it’s just amazing… and you make it yourself?”

She nods, a beautiful smile on her face, “I do… actually, we have a lot here, would you like some?”

“Oh, no, I can’t impose,” he instantly feels bad.

“I insist! Just wait here, and I’ll put some in a Tupperware and you can bring the dish back when you’re done?” She agrees

“Okay,” he agrees.

And that’s how it starts.

Every few days she brings him over some dinner, he tries a plethora of new dishes and baked goods and it goes on for months. Everyone has noticed the change in him, the tummy he’s gotten from eating home-cooked meals and the smile on his face when he heads out right at 5 to catch the 5:15 train home.

It’s snowing as he walks from the train station to their apartment building. He can see her kitchen window is open and steam is barrelling out… she’s cooking up a storm today and their building's fire alarm is so sensitive.

But there’s too much steam, it almost looks like smoke. So he rushes inside, double-timing the steps and almost colliding with her door as he knocks on it. Her son, Andrew, opens it with a smile. “hey— are you okay?”

“Are you? Is your mom?” He worries. “It looked like there was a fire in the kitchen from the street?”

He shrugs and lets Spencer in and he rushes right to the kitchen. He knows where it is because the layouts of their apartments are exactly the same. And when he gets there, she’s covered in flower and fanning a tray of cookies where the parchment had caught fire in the oven. “Spencer?” She asks as she sees him. “What are you—

“There was smoke coming from the window as I walked up to the building,” he explains, hand on his chest as he finally catches his breath. “I was scared you had a fire.”

“Well, I kinda did,” she grits her teeth and panic smiles. “This is the last time I get the cheap parchment paper from the dollar store.”

“Yeah that doesn’t sound smart…” he agrees, searching the countertops for the packaging. He picks up the box of parchment paper and reads the back. “It’s only good up to 250 degrees, your cookies are at 375 so yes, they’re going to burn… I have some real expensive parchment that came with a gift basket when I moved in, do you want it?”

“You’d be okay with giving it to me?” She swoons a bit.

He nods, “Yeah, it’s not like I can bake.”

“Do you want some cookies? I can make you any that you want?” She offers in return.

“Whatever you’re making now, I’d love to taste test?”

“You’ve got a deal.”

He rushes back to his place, puts his things away and checks his hair in the mirror before grabbing the parchment paper and heads back over. He was told before he left that he didn’t need to knock, so he doesn’t. It feels weird, but he walks right in and hands her the parchment and she hands him a naked gingerbread cookie.

“Sorry, he’s not decorated yet… You don’t have any allergies, right?” She asks. “I can’t believe I’ve been feeding you for months and never asked that.”

He laughs, “I’m just slightly lactose intolerant, it’s nothing serious.”

“Oh, good,” she’s so relieved.

He takes a bite of the cookie and almost melts, “oh my god?”

“You like it?”

“Like it?” He exaggerates. “It’s one of the best cookies I’ve ever had in my life! Holy cow…”

“thank you,” she swoons again. “You can have some to take home?”

“Thank you… but why are you making so many?”

“Drew has a holiday party at school and needs enough for 36 kids,” she explains. “I’m also going to make some specifically for his teacher as her gift for the year.”

“I loved giving my teachers gifts when I could.”

“Do you want to help?” She offers, pointing at their kitchen table where there are some deconstructed boxes waiting to be assembled. “You could put those together for me?”

“I’d love to!” He finishes his cookie and takes a seat, still facing her so he can watch her work around the kitchen. He thinks she’s magnificent, he’d never want to miss a smile or a yawn or a nose scrunch or anything… she’s so pretty. He loves to look at her.

He has a ph.d in engineering so putting together gift boxes isn’t the hardest thing in the world, it’s making sure they still look pretty when he’s done what he’s worried about. He tapes them into place and concentrates so hard he doesn’t even notice that she’s made another batch of cookies while he’s been nose-deep in cardboard, even with the wonderful smell wafting around.

“What are you making now?”

“Chai sugar cookies,” she smiles. “This artist I like posted a recipe and I’ve wanted to try them… so, why not? If I don’t like them I can give them away.”

“Smart,” he agrees. “They smell amazing though, I’m sure they’ll be delicious too.”

“They have to cool for a bit,” she shares, taking out a thing of cling film and wrapping it up to go in the fridge. “They’ll be in there for 30 minutes.”

“Have you guys had dinner yet?” Spencer asks because it’s almost 6 and she’s made nothing but cookies.

“It was going to be left overnight… but I don’t have that much here,” she teases. “We might just get a pizza.”

“I’ll get it,” Spencer offers. “You’ve fed me so much, let me repay the favour?”

“Are you sure?” She worries, “Are you okay for it?”

He laughs, “Yeah… yeah I’m good.”

“I just thought you’re in the same little shitty apartments as us…”

“I work for one of the most important units in the FBI,” he smirks, not wanting to brag but… “Believe me, I’ve got this.”

“Did I hear pizza?” Drew asks from the doorway.

“You did,” Spencer teases. “You wanna come with me to pick it up?”

“Can I?” He begs his mom.

She nods, “Yeah, just, don’t let him convince you he needs more than just pizza.”

Spencer can’t make any promises.

He has to grab his coat and his wallet from his apartment before they go. Drew gets all dressed up for the snow and then the two of them head out down the street. “So, how’s things?” Spencer asks, trying to make conversation.

“Good… I’m excited for Christmas.”

“Me too,” he agrees. “What did you ask Santa for?”

“I don’t believe in Santa anymore,” Drew laughs, “I’m 13.”

“Oh… okay, then what did you ask your mom for?”

“Not much, just the renewal for my Playstation game pass and some new headphones,” he explains. “I’ve got everything else I need, really.”

“That’s really mature of you,” Spencer compliments. “I know kids your age would ask for everything under the sun if they knew their mom would do anything for them.”

“She does so much for me, and now that we’re alone I don’t want to put too much pressure on her,” he shares. “I miss my dad but, I think she’s happier now that she left him.”

“Do you see him often?”

He shakes his head, “he’s in California with his other family… he was cheating on my mom.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he had no idea. They don’t really talk so how would he know?

“It’s okay,” he shrugs it off. “You ever been married?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’ve only had like 3 girlfriends in my whole life.”

“Seriously? I had 3 last year,” Drew teases.

“Of course you did,” Spencer just shakes his head. “Well, I was so weird growing up, I’m still weird now.”

“Well, my mom likes you,” he bumps his shoulder against Spencer’s. “So you’re doing something right.”

“She does?” He can’t believe it.

“Duh?” He teases. “She makes sure she looks pretty before bringing you dinner every night that you’re home.”

He blushes, “oh… I thought she just always looked pretty.”

“So you like her too?” Drew lights right up. “You should ask her out!”

“And you’d be okay with that?”

He nods enthusiastically, “I can even go eat in my room tonight so the two of you can just talk and hang out? Please, it would be the best Christmas gift I could give her to get her a boyfriend who’s actually nice and likes her.”

“Yeah… yeah I can be that for her.”

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When they come back with two pizza boxes, dips and garlic knots, she just crosses her arms and sighs, “Drew…”

“What? He offered!” He whines.

“I did,” Spencer smiles. “It’s no big deal, now you’ll have more leftovers.”

She just smiles, “Okay, well, come in and get a plate let’s get to eating.”

Drew does just what he said he would, he finds a way to ditch them and head to his room and then Spencer is alone with the most beautiful woman ever. They talk about random things like living in the city and Christmas plans and how Drew is doing in school… but he just wants to ask her out. He stares at her lips and he wants to kiss her and learn all about her and then she notices.

“What?” She asks, hiding her mouth. “Is there something—

“No… you’re just beautiful,” he swoons. Giving in completely.

She smiles and her hand drops, “really?”

He nods, “Really, really… would you want to go on a date sometime? I’m sure Drew can handle a few hours alone while we hang out and if not, my friend has a kid around his age he can meet?”

“You have friends with a 13-year-old?” She’s so shocked.

“Well, he’s 12 but yeah,” he nods. “He’s my godson.”

“I would love to spend some more alone time with you… wherever you want to take me,” she adds, realizing that sounded a lot dirtier than she planned. “I mean—

“i get you,” Spencer teases, trying not to laugh. “My work has a Christmas party coming up if you want to come with me and share some of your burnt cookies?”

She laughs this time, “Yeah, when I meet your friends they are getting fresh cookies.”

“Okay, good,” he smiles. “Maybe we can go out before then too? I’d love to take you out to dinner… though nothing will be as good as what you can make.”

“Then why don’t I make you my favourite meal and we can eat at your apartment?” She suggests.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” he agrees. “I’ll make sure it’s nice and romantic.”

“The way you look at me is romantic enough,” she teases.

“From the first time I saw you I knew I wanted more than just your cooking,” he assures. “I think you’re so kind and so pretty, I can’t believe I get to talk to you let alone the privilege of taking you out— even if it’s just across the hall.”

“I don’t typically share food… but you were too cute to starve,” she teases again.

“And now look at me!” He points down at his stomach. “I barely fit in my suit pants."

“You look healthy… and scrumptious, might I add.”

His brow goes up, “really? Well, thank you for helping me get here.”

“I knew you’d be more handsome with some meat on your bones… you’re so good-looking it's honestly crazy that you’re into me,” she whispers, not wanting Drew to hear their flirting. “I like you so much, Spencer.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

“I’m free tomorrow if you are?”

“and every day after that,” he assures that this thing between them is real and not just some random infatuation that will die off in a week.

He wants her for as long as she’ll have him.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 4 months

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the something blue

lilac, chapter sixteen

a/n: i gotta admit, I felt pretty proud of myself back when i came up with the title for this chapter. really clicking into that big brain of mine, giving it multiple meanings

summary: Casting one last glance over your shoulder at the celebrations still in full swing, you slowly made your way out front to where your car was parked among all of the guests’.

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, angst, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, wedding, kidnapping, crying, violence, cliffhanger

word count: 917

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As you pulled open the zipper on your backpack that was momentarily resting on the wobbly porch bench, a small smile tugged at your lips as your gaze washed over the dancing figures distantly in the garden. Softly lit by the twinkle lights strung from the trees, you caught sight of Donna, in the middle of the grassy dancefloor, swaying closely with a man about a head shorter than her, the strong embrace she had around him smooshed his face far into her bosom. Twirling around, she caught the eye of both Otto and your father who were off to the side, dancing as if they were in Studio 54.

Shifting the tupperware of cake under your arm, you fished out your phone from your bag’s front pocket and began to type out a message.

Y/n: Finally done! Hope you’re not asleep yet because I am on my way!

And just a few short moments later, your phone plinged with a reply.

Frank: Don’t worry, sweetheart. I am wide awake.

Smiling softly to yourself, you tucked your phone away, nearly shoving it into the folded-up cotton of the underwear you’d rid yourself of just minutes earlier when you had dipped inside to grab your stuff from your room.

Closing the front compartment, you slung the backpack over one shoulder and smoothed a hand down over the deep green velvet wrap dress that enveloped your curves, hugging you and cascading off like a waterfall.

Casting one last glance over your shoulder at the celebrations still in full swing, you slowly made your way out front to where your car was parked among all of the guests’.

With gravel crunching beneath your modest heels, you neared your vehicle, tugging your bag around to your front as your fingers fiddled after your keys. Halting just as you neared the door, you glanced down a moment before finally finding the keys at the very bottom of your bag.

But just as you fished the jangly bundle out and moved to unlock your car, heavy pairs of footsteps rustled in the gravel behind you.

Absentmindedly glancing over your shoulder, assuming that it was just a sleepy wedding guest ready to go home, you instead spotted two big, rough-looking individuals that you didn’t recollect from the day’s festivities. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, your words ended up muffled as they rushed and closed the gap between you, one of them clasping a palm over your lips, nicotine staining the harsh flesh and burning in your nostrils.

The cake and the keys tumbled to the ground with your backpack soon following suit as they grabbed you, lifted you off your feet and hauled you towards a close by dark van you hadn’t even blinked at before. You tried to get free, kicking and screaming in their grasp, but all your struggles granted you was the loss of both of your shoes.

As they threw you into the back of the vehicle, the tumble itself onto the cold metal floor left you breathless and aching, the alarmed words, “what are you–,” escaped your lips just before one of the men stepped in after you and the other slammed the door shut. Sitting down on the small bench on the side wall, his hands dipped into a duffle bag as you squeaked, “let me go!”

Not even casting a glance off in your direction, he just conjured a roll of duct tape as you soon felt the van begin to drive off.

Leaning in, the man captured your wrists and began to bind them up.

“This must be a mistake, I-I think you’ve got the wrong person,” tears rolled down your cheeks as he moved to restrain your ankles, “i-if you just stop and drop me off, I promise I won’t go to the authorities,” you trembled like a leaf on the grimy floor, “please, just let me go!”

“Shut up, bitch,” he shot back coldly.

Casting a glance over your shoulder at the small window that looked to the driver’s seat as well as the night’s swallowing darkness they speeded into, you tried to ask, “w-where are you taking me?”

“I said,” the man looming above you growled before he tore off another piece of tape and forced it over your lips, “shut up,” soon following it up with a dark cloth bag that he tugged over your head.

Disappearing into the void, you had no idea how long the bumpy car ride took. Could have been an hour, could have been a day. The time was impossible to decipher as all you could feel was the paralysing terror that ravaged every inch of your being.

But at some point, the van did roll to a stop and you heard the doors again be ripped open.

A shrill yelp muffled against the tape as you felt numerous rough hands grab a hold of you and haul you out. Your balance was non-existent as your bound feet met freezing concrete, the bruising grips being the only thing holding you upright.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the harsh fluorescent light after they ripped the dark hood off, a few strands of your hair following with them in the action.

You were in a parking garage of some sort, but that discovery wasn’t what made you nearly faint. It was the familiar, suit-clad man standing before you with his ring-adorned hands shoved casually into his pant pockets.

“Hello, doll.”

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reidsaurora · 11 months

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okay but consider

Spencer post prison needing his routine to be even more specific because he had such a rigid schedule while inside, like he always had lunch at the same time everyday, so you and spencer are like working a case and lunch starts to approach but everyone is kinda in the throws of research and spencer is clearly not doing so well

so you pull spencer aside and are like "spence whats wrong?" and he explains hes uncomfy cuz of wanting lunch at a specific time, so you talk to emily and the two of you take your lunch together, and it becomes kind of like a little routine for the two of you to take your lunches together

wrote a lil blurb about this because you, my love, deserved a lil blurb. hope ur having a lovely day!! 🫶🏻🧡

pov: Spencer is having a hard time adjusting to life outside of prison. luckily, he has you to make it better ♡

warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!BAU!Reader, angst to fluff sorta, lots of talk about spencer's time in prison, descriptions of food, lots of crying, 0.9K words, not beta read!

Spencer looked up from his Tupperware container, curious eyes meeting yours. "What are you doing?" he asked, brows pinched together in confusion.

"Well," you started, sitting down across from him, "I wanted to have lunch with you. If that's okay."

He nodded slowly, setting his fork down and giving you his full attention. "Why?"

You let out a soft laugh as you began unpacking your lunchbag. "You're always sitting alone," you shrugged. "Figured I'd change that."

A tinge flooded the brunette man's cheeks. He looked away from you—though, he wasn't really looking directly at you in the first place—and focused his attention back on the Tupperware, poking around at his taco salad. He sent an understanding nod your way, as if unsure what to say next. You knew from experience that Spencer wasn't the most conversational person, having struggled with social cues, so you decided it was for the better to eat in peaceful silence.

The room remained comfortably quiet, a small space of availability staying open just in case Spencer had felt exceptionally talkative that day. You caught him occasionally glancing at you, like he'd wanted to close the small space you'd left open, but stayed silent anyway, wanting to finish his salad as quickly as humanly possible.

Finally, you decided to bite the bullet, so to speak, and crack the silence first. "Spencer, you know you can talk to us, right?"

He nodded, poking around at the ground beef that was left at the bottom of his bowl.

"I know things have probably been hard since…" your voice trailed off. Since what? Since prison? Since being locked in a cage for months? Since being tortured for days on end, probably?

"You can say the word, Y/N. It's not like it'll kill us to talk about," he grumbled, nearly under his breath. His eyes remained on the Tupperware, his cheeks heated as he continued to avoid your gaze.

"Spencer, I know it probably felt like you were alone in there," you started, your heart heavy as you thought about those agonizingly long three months he was stuck in that prison, "but I can assure you that you're not alone now. We're here for you. I'm here for you, Spence."

Finally, for what felt like the first time since he'd been locked up, his honey tinted eyes met yours, tears forming in them but not quite at the point of slipping down his cheeks. "I know, it's just… it's stupid."

"What's stupid?" you questioned, slightly hurt that he assumed you'd find whatever was bugging him ridiculous.

"The reason I keep leaving to eat lunch by myself. You guys are going to think it's stupid."

You weren't sure why you did it. You knew that Spencer wasn't a huge fan of physical touch, and it wasn't your place to do it anyway. Still, your hand moved across the table, your palm wrapping around Spencer's wrist, your delicate fingers seeming small in comparison to his giant hand. "Tell me. Please. I can't fix the problem if I don't know what's wrong, Spencer."

He looked down again, where your skin touched his, but didn't make any efforts to move. "I used to eat lunch every day at the same time by myself. Every day, at 12:07 p.m., I would sit alone at this table in the corner of the lunchroom. I made sure I was facing the door and facing everyone that came in, because I was getting so tired of having to watch my back every second that I was awake."

You placed your fork down before moving to sit down on Spencer's side of the picnic-style table, wrapping your arm around him. You knew it was ridiculous, putting your hands on him so many times in such a short span of time, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care. Your palm splayed across his spine, rubbing soft circles as he fell against your frame. Tears fell down his cheeks and onto your shirt, broken breaths and sobs escaping his lips.

"You're never gonna go back to that place. Not if I'm around to stop it," you reassured him, holding him ever so close. "You will never have to live like that ever again. I promise."

His chest rose and fell in quick movements as his tears picked up. "I'm so scared, Y/N. I'm scared of going back. I'm scared of never being my old self again. I'm just… terrified."

You held him like that until his tears had slowed, and when they picked back up a second time, you just kept on holding him. Every tear he hadn't cried in prison had surely made its way to the surface, but neither of you cared. Even when you knew it was much past when you should've gone back to work. Even when five minutes turned into ten, and when ten minutes turned into twenty, and so on.

Spencer's dark eyes met yours, his cheeks still damp with the leftover tears that hadn't quite dried yet. "Thank you."

You gave him a gentle smile, the back of your hand reaching up to wipe your own cheeks where you'd cried for him. "Always, Spence."

"Do you think…" he started to ask, gaze breaking yet again.

Your brows furrowed as you wondered what he wanted to ask. Your stomach flipped at all the possibilities. "Yeah?"

"Do you think we could start doing this every day?" he finally asked. "Just until I start to feel safe again."

You didn't even have to consider your answer. "I think that would be excellent."

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batbirdies · 11 months

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“What are you-” Tim blinked, standing in his doorway in his underwear, hair mussed and holding his ribs gingerly.

Dick smiled and held up the containers in his hands. “I brought food.”

“Oh… uh,ok just um–” Tim glanced behind him, registering the load of laundry still sitting on his couch from three days ago, the sink full of dishes and the overflowing trash, the spread of coffee mugs and papers over his kitchen counters. He grimaced.

“You can come in, just- sorry for the mess, I didn’t know you were coming,” he mumbled as Dick stepped past and went straight for the kitchen.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re injured, it happens.” Dick shrugged as he set down the large stack of tupperware on the one free square foot of counterspace.

Tim chose not to bring up that nearly all of the mess was from before the mentioned injury, though he was willing to bet Dick knew that already anyway. “Did you… cook?” Tim stared at the containers, knowing he was being a little weird but he just woke up when Dick knocked and he was still on painkillers and the brainfog was lingering more than usual.

“Yeah, it’s just chili and some corn bread, but I figured you wouldn’t be up for cooking for a few days with the ribs and arm.” Dick started clearing counter space, carefully stacking papers in alternating directions so they weren’t shuffled together and setting them on his laptop keyboard, which he closed and unplugged, setting it to the side.

“I could have just ordered in.” Tim shuffled back inside from the entryway, heading to the couch and grabbing a zip up hoodie to slip into. Putting a shirt on over his head was annoyingly difficult at the moment.

“Yeah,” Dick agreed, looking up. “But this way I had an excuse to check in. Since you’ve been radio silent since last night and all.” The raised eyebrow was just that hint of scolding.

“I was sleeping–”

“That’s what I figured.” Dick held up his hands, dropping the act. “This way I get to confirm that you’re still alive and make sure you eat real food.” As he spoke he grabbed onto Tim’s sweatshirt ties, tugging him toward the kitchen bar stools.

“Now sit, I’m making us dinner.”

Tim sat, watching Dick move around his messy kitchen, tidying just as much as he was “cooking”, humming under his breath as he went. He leaned his elbows on the counter, still drooping from the pain meds and the pain itself. He hadn’t expected the company, and normally he’d be embarrassed by the mess and being caught sleeping into the early evening but Dick didn’t seem surprised or concerned.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Tim halfheartedly mumbled, stomach growling pitifully as it reminded him that sleeping all day meant not eating nearly enough.

“Yeah yeah,” Dick dismissed, pulling bowls down from the cabinet above the microwave. “I wanted to.”

Tim swallowed, surprised by the sudden pressure in his chest and cleared his throat. “...Thanks.” He barely managed after a too long silence, voice coming out oddly strangled.

Dick looked back at him, eyes alert, scanning his face before his expression softened.

“Anytime.”

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gretavanfleetposts · 1 year

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Make Her Happy

Author's Note: I took way too much melatonin last night and, as I laid there on my death bed this morning, I finally wrote it, Josh unable to make your date so he sends Jake instead, because I love silly little unrealistic situations. This is also unedited because I still can hardly see straight lol like it was A LOT of melatonin. I took it and 20 minutes later realized what I had done and said…fuck. Anyways, idk, enjoy

Content Warnings: fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), dirty talk, overstimulation, penetrative sex (18+ minors do not interact), swearing

Word Count: 6k

You'd spent over an hour preparing Josh's favorite pasta for date night, setting up plates meticulously with pretty napkins folded beside them, drinks already poured as the night grew later and you grew even more antsy for his arrival. You'd hardly had a moment to yourselves with the new album coming out. Josh had been busy and when he wasn't busy, he was exhausted. But he'd promised you a date night and you were going to make the most of it while you still had him under your fingers, frilly blue lingerie tucked away under your clothing and all.

You were giddy with excitement when you heard the doorbell, though Josh didn't usually use the bell. You didn't care though, and as you plated the last of the pasta on his end of the table, nice and hot and ready to be enjoyed, you skipped over to the door to greet your boyfriend.

And, given all of the work you had put into the evening, given all of the excitement you'd felt, even given the way you'd held off on touching yourself last night in favor of letting Josh be the one to get you off, it was entirely understandable that when you flung the door open, your reaction was what is was.

"Oh, you're not Josh."

Jake's face immediately fell from a wide grin to that of a displeased grimace.

"Good to see you, too," he said sarcastically as he pushed past you into your house to shirk off his coat and chelsea boots. "Josh got caught up with his voice coach," he explained as he moved.

You sighed, your disappointment easily showing through your demeanor. You weren't surprised, really. He'd been canceling a lot lately. You understood, of course. Well, you tried anyway. You tried to be the loving, supportive girlfriend no matter what.

Still, it sucked to miss another night with him.

"Guess I'll just put this in Tupperware then," you murmured as you moved to collect the dishes from the dining table.

But Jake stopped you with a quick grab of your wrist as he pried a plate from your hand and set it back down on the table.

"Well hey, now, I haven't eaten," he protested, his look turning into that of a wounded puppy the longer you gave him the glare you'd been sending him.

"It's for Josh," you explained, picking the plate back up again. "He's been talking about it all week, I'll just save it."

But Jake took the plate from your hands once again.

"Well he sent me to…fill in. So by that rule, you have to share."

"What do you mean 'fill in'?" you asked cautiously, your hesitation growing as that look in his eyes did, a look that somehow suggested he was up to something. The twins were up to something. That was never good.

"He knows he's been very hit or miss lately," he shrugged. "He didn't want to stand you up again. 'Make her happy,' he said."

You scoffed at him despite the way he almost looked like he genuinely wanted to eat dinner with you.

"That's ridiculous, I am happy."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, thank you," you said a bit more sternly before adding, for good measure, "I don't need a filler."

You'd eat alone, like you did every other night he'd had to cancel. You'd put on the TV and knit or read a book alone, too. And then you'd go to bed alone and let your vibrator do the work you really wanted Josh to do. It was fine. You understood.

"So you're going to let all of this work go to waste yet again? How many times has he done this this month?"

You didn't answer, mostly because Jake didn't need to hear it, didn't need the satisfaction that no, you really didn't want to spend another night alone. But God, you didn't. You wanted someone to eat with you, someone to curl up on the couch with you, someone to touch you. No, not someone. You wanted Josh.

You sighed as you dropped your gaze to your feet. "I know he's busy. It'll be better once the album is out."

"Such an understanding girlfriend," he answered in a mocking tone, earning an eye roll from you.

"Okay well if he really sent you, why didn't he text me first to at least ask?"

For all you knew, Josh had let Jake know he'd be late and Jake had decided to swoop in and save the day. Not that you really thought he'd do that but still.

"Have you checked your phone?"

"Of course I've-" you started before realizing your phone had been charging in another room while dinner had been cooked. You hadn't in fact checked it in a while though you weren't entirely sure it had made any noise either in that time.

Holding up a finger to Jake silently, you retreated from the room to find your phone, sitting there on its charger with 100% battery and a single text from Josh that you had clearly missed.

"Can't make it tonight. I'm sorry, love. Let Jake keep you company tonight. And then I'll make it up to you. I promise."

Surely that didn't mean…

No, why would it? It was ridiculous to think Josh meant anything other than let Jake have dinner with you. Were you really that desperate that you hoped there was another meaning?

You met Jake in the other room where he still stood, only now with a wide, smug grin plastered across his face as you gave him a conceding look without ever admitting you had in fact gotten a text from Josh.

"Fine. But dinner only," you relented. "Then you can go home and I can go to bed."

With my vibrator, you finished the sentence silently.

You were pent up, to say the least. But you could fake a date with Jake for an hour or two. Surely you could.

"Dinner only," he agreed with a smile that suggested it would not just be dinner only.

Okay, maybe you couldn't.

—

Admittedly, you'd hoped that by the time dinner was finished, he would excuse himself for the night. But he didn't, and after helping you stack dishes into the sink to be washed some other time, he took your hands in his and pulled you into him with a hum, a makeshift song for you to dance to in the kitchen. And any other night, you might have twirled with your boyfriend's brother in your kitchen, might have even giggled when he accidentally stepped on your toes, but you were aching for a moment alone to relieve yourself of the tension that had been building in your body when you had thought you'd be spending the night with Josh. And his hands.

"Jake, I don't want to dance," you groaned as you resisted his attempts like a spoiled child not getting what she wanted.

"Oh come on, this cannot be all you do on date night with him," Jake pushed back, refusing to let your wrists drop from his hands.

"It's not, I just-" you started but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

"Okay well, if it's not then you have to do with me whatever you'd do with him. I'm the substitute tonight. His orders were don't let the date fall through."

You ignored the feeling that sprang up deep inside your stomach at the implication that Jake would do whatever it is you usually did with Josh.

"Since when do you listen to him anyway?" you groaned again, still tugging helplessly at your wrists.

Was Jake strong? Oh god, stop thinking.

"Since I was sent to make his girlfriend's night not shit," he corrected you in a stern voice that almost sounded frustrated but more than anything, sounded adamant.

And you couldn't help but sigh and stop the struggle you were putting up as your shoulders fell.

So you weren't getting a moment alone. Not for a while, at least. That's okay. You'd waited a few days to get off with Josh already, what was a few more hours?

God. Hours.

"Okay, okay, fine," you relented, not doing much to hide your disappointment although Jake seemed satisfied as he gave you a soft, "Good," and let your hands fall.

"Now what do you usually do after dinner?"

Well, that was a bit tricky.

We usually do what I've been wanting to do all night.

You couldn't say that though.

"Well, usually we…" you started, trailing off and hoping he'd find the rest of the sentence in the silence. But clearly, he didn't. Or maybe he just wanted to hear you say it out loud. That was probably it, the smug bastard.

"I'm listening," he said as he cocked an eyebrow.

"Usually we…ya know…" you started and trailed off yet again, lifting your shoulders to mimic the way your eyebrows moved in insinuation.

He made a face back, covering the amused look he had in his eyes. "God, on a full stomach?"

"I don't need your judgment," you snapped back, your mood declining the longer you were denied an orgasm.

"Alright, alright," he backtracked, "and then what after?"

You shrugged. "And then sometimes we watch a movie, sometimes we just talk, sometimes we play a game. Just depends on…stuff."

You knew what you meant by stuff and it seemed he knew what you meant by stuff too because he nodded and suddenly the stark amusement was back, flooding his stupid, beautiful face just like it did his twin, though on much rarer occasion.

"Okay well, I'm more of a sex before dinner type of guy but I guess we can switch the order. Movie first though, you don't eat pasta before running a marathon."

Surely he was kidding. Although, it didn't really seem like he was kidding. Still, the stunned silence on your face earned a laugh from him, utterly pleased with himself as it were, and he dragged you into the living room, choosing to ignore your silence to keep the night going as best he could.

Silence was probably better than the disgustingly horny thoughts that suddenly filled your mind at the thought of Jake filling his brother's role in that way. His hands holding your hips, his mouth against your skin, his cock-

No, silence was definitely better.

"What movie?" Jake's voice shook you from your string of filthy thoughts as he flipped through Netflix titles carelessly, remote in hand.

"Um, it was Josh's night to pick so I guess that means you get to pick," you answered meekly as you found the corner of the couch and snuggled up with the pillow, trying to be discrete as you squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to put yourself out of your misery, even just a little bit.

"Fair enough," he answered in a low voice, navigating to one of his favorite movies, a documentary about pirates that thankfully was only an hour long.

You could suffer for another hour.

But as the opening credits came rolling across the screen, he pulled a blanket from his corner of the couch and gestured you over to him with a wave of his hand.

"Come on, I won't bite."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his choice of words.

"I'm not entirely sure I believe that."

He gave you a laugh back as he lifted the blanket for your approaching body and let it settle over top of you, pulling you into his side easily with one arm.

"Well, I guess if date night usually includes biting," he mused, turning his eyes back to the screen.

"Sometimes it does," you shrugged against him as you got cozy.

Maybe it wouldn't be an hour of suffering. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad at all. Although, the heat from his skin left you almost dizzy as you curled up next to him.

Pirates. Just focus on the pirates.

"I am sorry he's not here," Jake's voice caught your attention again. "And I know he is too."

You already knew Josh was likely beside himself over the fact that he had missed yet another date. And you weren't angry. Sexually frustrated? Sure. But not angry.

"It's okay," you sighed. "Thank you for coming. I do appreciate it."

"Yeah, of course."

When the movie ended an hour later, Jake shut the TV off, leaving you both alone in silence and now, in the dark, leaving to think back to Josh's text about Jake keeping you company and then Jake's more forward comments about pasta and marathons.

"I'm gonna go clean up from dinner," you said as you cleared your throat and pried yourself away from Jake's body heat to stand and head toward the kitchen. But Jake stood after you.

"I can do that," he offered in a soft tone, adding after a much huskier, "Later."

You were almost afraid to ask.

"Later?"

He nodded with a thin smile on his lips and eyes that drooped a little more toward the bedroom-y end of the spectrum. Not that he didn't almost always have 'fuck me' eyes. That was a trait the three brothers shared.

"Yes, after you're asleep."

After I'm asleep. Are you planning on soothing me to sleep, Jake?

"Didn't realize you were planning on staying that long," was all you said back, trying desperately to shove the thought of your aching center from your mind and act like you were perfectly fine, nothing was wrong, you weren't hoping Josh was letting you do what Jake looked like he was planning on doing regardless.

"Well, I think we've missed one crucial part of the night," he gave you a shrug back. So nonchalant. But then his eyes turned a little bit darker and you saw every intention behind them. "And I don't plan to miss out on any part of date night."

You weren't sure if the scoff you meant to give him had happened out loud or in your head.

"You're not serious."

"I am very serious," he nodded. "Josh said-"

"There's no way he meant-"

"You want to read that text again?"

You were silent for a pause, knowing his text was inconspicuous and you were likely just looking for any green light to act on your more horny of feelings, before you gave him a shake of your head.

"Okay but surely that's not what he meant. I mean, I'm not going to have sex with you, Jake. I can't have sex with you."

You weren't entirely sure you were saying it for him though surely that didn't hurt.

"Why not?" was all he asked back.

You were incredulous at the question. "Why not? Why not? Do you hear yourself right now?"

"You wanna call him and ask?"

"No, I'm not going to call him and ask!"

Finally Jake rolled his eyes and pulled his phone from his pocket, clicking around a few moments before handing it to you, outstretched with a text exchange between him and his twin open on the screen.

"Here."

"Missing our date again. Can't make it out of the studio. I hate the idea of her there alone, eating the pasta I asked for by herself yet again."

"Want me to go eat it for you?"

"Will you? I just don't want to disappoint her again. I don't want her to be alone."

"Yeah, I'll fill in"

"I'm giving you permission to give her the whole date experience, just this once. Just please make her happy."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I've seen the way you look at her. I'm not an idiot. Just this once."

As you finished reading through the text messages, you couldn't deny the feeling of anticipation building again the way it had when you'd heard the knock on the door earlier in the night, thinking it was Josh.

You and Josh hadn't touched each other in a while, hadn't really found a moment between the busy schedule of being in a band and the exhaustion that seemed to follow him those days. And you really were desperate for the touch of another person, although it was hardly desperation that would lead you into Jake's arms.

You watched as he put his phone back in his pocket and stood with a waiting look, waiting for either a quiet yes or a very loud no, probably.

He could take care of you. Maybe not as well as Josh can but, guitar fingers, and all…

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," you sighed as you shook your head, really stunned that it was happening at all, feeling even more riled up now that you knew it wouldn't just be you and your vibrator yet again.

But Jake wasn't stunned though, rather, he was pleased, and you eyed him carefully as a wide smile spread across his lips.

"Is that a yes? Are you gonna let me make you happy?"

You took a deep breath, a very deep breath, before you finally nodded, moisture already pooling between your legs quite shamelessly.

"That's…that's a yes."

It seemed impossible that his smile could grow even wider, but grow it did at your consent.

"Well shit now I'm nervous," he mused as he stepped toward you and took your waist in his hands to pull you into him without so much as letting you warm up to the idea.

But you gave him an eye roll knowing he was full of shit and hoping it hid your own nerves.

"No you're not," you answered back in a voice much closer to a whisper despite your best efforts not to let the nerves show in your voice.

"No, I'm not," he repeated with a devilish grin, and suddenly your heart was practically leaping out of your chest. "This isn't going to be very Josh-like," he said again, lifting one hand to your neck to let his thumb push your jaw up and angle your face toward him.

"I wouldn't expect it to be," you said in a whisper back, your voice already failing you, it seemed.

"I just need you to do one thing for me."

"What's that?"

"Let yourself relax," he smiled, probably smug due to the way you were practically melting in his hands already. "It'll be easier for me to make you feel good if you do."

You felt a knot form in your throat at his words, 'make you feel good', and you gulped it down.

"I don't know if I can," you admitted, your eyes locked to his as your breathing came faster in the background.

"Just breathe. I'm just here to make you happy," he smiled again as he dipped his face low to press his lips to your collarbone, earning a sharp gasp and the opposite of his order to breathe as he did so.

The feeling was immediate, the need, the pure ache. You wanted him to touch you, you wanted more, you wanted his hands and his lips all over your body. You needed him to help you come.

"I'll go slow, I promise," he assured you as he pulled you by the waist harder into his body, his lips growing feverish as they kissed along your skin up the side of your neck and along your jaw. "Ease you into it," he mumbled.

God, I don't want to go slow. Please don't make me go slow.

Your body practically cried out for him, for his touch. It was entirely different than Josh's. He felt entirely different than Josh. But it was breathtaking nonetheless, made all the better by the feeling that it was something you weren't supposed to have, like a deep sin that made your mouth water.

"What if I don't want you to go slow?" you breathed out in between the movements of his lips scrambling every coherent thought in your brain and he pulled back with a smile on his lips and a chuckle on his tongue.

"Then I'll go as fast as you want me, baby."

With that, he delved his hands into your hair and brought your face to his, kissing you hard and practically short-circuiting your brain in the process.

Oh god, he was good at that.

Never breaking the kiss, his hands searched blindly along the path to your bedroom, saving you from bumping into a few things along the way, before his hands finally got busy stripping you of your clothes when you reached the destination.

You might have been embarrassed, too, being seen by your boyfriend's twin naked for the first time, if it hadn't been for the desperation you'd been feeling for days now drawing you to him and his touch without shame. And once your clothes were happily scattered along your bedroom floor, he connected your lips yet again and backed you up against the nearest wall where your head hit with a thud, the pain absolutely nothing compared to the electric pleasure it sent jolting through your body.

There, with you against the wall, he silently sank to his knees, lifting your leg gently up over his shoulder as he came eye-level with your heat.

Fuck, yes, put your mouth on me. A tongue is so much better than a toy.

You were afraid to look down at him, afraid you'd remember it was Jake there instead of Josh and suddenly freak out before you got what it was you wanted. So instead, you fixed your eyes to the wall opposite you and didn't dare stop him as he dove between your legs, flicking his tongue across your aching, throbbing clit.

"Oh fuck," you gasped, your hands immediately moving to grab at his hair.

It was harder to grab than Josh's but just as easy to pull.

Your hips sought friction along his face as he ate you with fervency, his tongue taking turns flicking your clit and rolling it on the tip of his tongue and delving into you to taste you better.

And Jake's tongue was good but Josh's tongue was better. But when it came to fingers though, it was the exact opposite, evident in the almost pornographic moan that slurred from your lips as Jake prodded a finger into you and began to pump while his lips wrapped around your clit to suck.

"Holy shit, that feels good, don't stop," you breathed out like it was A singular word as your leg still up around his shoulder clamped down tighter, drawing him closer to you and keeping him there.

He only hummed against you, lapping at your clit like he was starved as he continued to curl his finger to brush against your g-spot like he'd had no trouble finding it, soon adding another finger to the mix as he worked to relieve you of the tension that had wound so tightly over the course of, well, the last month really.

You shamelessly ground against his face, writhing against the wall, making sounds louder than you would have thought in his hands. You'd be embarrassed when he came up for air but for now, your focus was tunneling in on one thing and one thing only, the thing you'd been needing since before he'd set foot in your home: the orgasm about to tear through your body and release itself on his tongue.

The wet sound of his tongue lapping at your center was obscene but it only spurred forward your pleasure as the first waves of your orgasm began to roll through you and an ungodly noise escaped your lips like a cry.

God, it felt good to come undone at someone else's hands other than your own, especially Jake's very skilled ones.

He worked you through it diligently, lapping it up until you were so sensitive, your hands pushed his face away and you squirmed against the wall. But Jake didn't stop his movements, didn't even slow them.

"Oh god, Jake, please, too much," you pleaded with him as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

He seemed almost to press his lips harder against you, seemed to suck your clit harder as you writhe and struggled to see straight, struggled to stand straight.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," you whispered as your vision began to go blurry, and suddenly overstimulation threatened to turn into another orgasm, a little more dull but still breathtakingly pleasurable as it approached out of almost nowhere.

He kept going to push you through it despite your body trying to retreat from the feeling. And with your fingers unable to find any purchase against the smooth wall, you held onto his head for dear life to keep your legs from buckling.

And then the second one hit you, taking every bit of air from your lungs as it did. You were pretty sure you were hurting him, too, with the way you grabbed at his hair and pulled, but you didn't really care and he didn't seem to care because he worked you through it with his fingers, licking around the sensitive bundle of nerves instead of directly over it as his fingers curled and grazed that spot with a slower rhythm until he stopped altogether and stood to his feet, catching you against him before your legs had the opportunity to give out.

"Those fucking noises," he whispered into you hair as he gave you a minute to breathe and regain your strength.

Only a minute though.

With his hands in your hair again, he pulled your head back to look at him, taking in the way your face flushed and the drained look you were already wearing with a pleased smile.

"I need you to stand for me, okay? Just a little longer," he asked in a soft voice that could have killed you, really. Like he was pleading with you to be good for him just a little longer.

And God, did you want to be good for him just a little bit longer.

With a nod of agreement, he walked you back toward the bed.

"Good, turn around and put your hands on the bed."

You did as you were told even though your legs were absolutely shaking and you weren't entirely sure how long you'd be able to maintain the position.

But then you felt the heat of his skin behind you, the rock hard feeling of his erection pressed against the back of your leg, and you no longer cared about the burn. It didn't even register in your mind.

"Tell me if I'm too rough, okay?" he asked in a whisper against your ear as he leaned over you one last time.

Please be too rough.

"Yes, sir," you whispered back, something you'd never said in bed before since Josh wasn't really the type but something Jake seemed to utterly enjoy judging by the way his cock twitched against your thigh.

"Ooh, I like that," he answered, a smile palpable in his voice as he straightened.

From behind you, you heard the work of him pulling a condom out of somewhere, probably his wallet in his discarded jeans, and you waited as patiently as you were capable of for him to wrap it around himself and line himself up with your entrance. Not that patient, truthfully, as you stood there practically presenting yourself to him, pushing back against nothing until finally it was him there.

"Such a good girl, falling in line for me so easily," he dropped his sweeter demeanor in favor of one a little bit cocky for your taste.

Not that you weren't falling in line very easily for him.

But every thought in your head flooded out the window as he pushed into you, one long, languid thrust to the hilt that had you moaning at the feeling, the strength of your arms being tested under the weight of dizzying pleasure.

"I think you secretly wanted this the moment I showed up. I think you like being a little slut," he grunted as he withdrew and gave you another sharp thrust.

"Yes, fuck, I wanted it," you admitted. Really anything just to spur him on.

"What was that?" he asked in a growl, his hands grabbing your hips and holding you down on his cock as you clenched around him.

"I wanted it, sir," you corrected yourself in the sweetest voice you could manage.

It seemed to please.

"There it is," he muttered as he rewarded you instantly with a threatening pace.

It was wholly different than being with Josh, the way he spoke, the way his teeth clenched as he fucked you like he was trying not to spill inside of you already. He was a lot rougher although there was still something gentle in the way his hands wrapped around your hips and guided you back to meet his thrusts, even if his words were far from gentle.

"Fuck, you are tight," he mumbled to himself before raising his voice to speak to you again. "I wanna hear you. I wanna hear you beg for my cock. Beg me for more."

He really didn't have to ask twice.

"Please, Jake, more, keep going. Your cock feels so fucking good inside of me but I need more. I need it harder," you begged, practically sobbed, totally unaware that you had called him Jake and not sir.

But he had caught it.

"Fuck, that was almost perfect, baby," he said with a frustrated tone as he halted his movements suddenly, begrudgingly.

"Fuck! No, I meant sir, please, sir, don't stop," you begged as you realized your mistake, your hips wiggling to try and do the work yourself, to try and coax him back into fucking you.

"You're gonna have to do better than that," he answered, breathing already labored despite the fact that he was still very much in control of the situation.

You were doing the work yourself, pushing your hips back onto his, but there wasn't much power behind it and it left you wanting more, desperate to come again even though you had twice before.

"Please, sir, fuck me harder, please," you tried again, saying anything you could think of that might have ignited some mercy in him. "I need to feel your cock filling me up, I need to come all over it, sir."

And finally, he lifted you into a stand by your hair, just to whisper into your ear, "See? That's how you get what you fucking want," before dropping you back down onto the mattress and thrusting into you so hard that you had no time to regain your stance as he fucked you face first into the mattress, using it as an opportunity to get better leverage to push into you.

You were fairly certain you were leaving the planet, fairly certain you were ascending to something higher, practically drunk on his cock and his words, his fucking words. And the flow of obscenities and unholy noises on your tongue came freely, uninhibited as he fucked you into an almost mindless state.

"Is this what you want, you little slut? You want me to fuck you into the mattress like this?"

"Yes, sir, just like that, just like that." It was broken sobs more than words as your eyes began to water.

Josh didn't fuck you like this and while you didn't need it to be a regular thing, it felt good to be had like this after the frustration of not seeing your boyfriend yet again. It felt good to be taken care of.

It felt good to just be railed, really.

His hand splayed flat on your back between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed into the mattress, which was probably a good thing as it muffled your cries, and with your legs shaking and your ass still presented to him, he angled up to hit your g-spot better, harder, doing most of the work now to keep you standing.

You were going to come, it wasn't really a choice. It was going to tear through you without any mercy if he kept doing what he was doing and saying what he was saying.

"You gonna remember the way this feels? You gonna remember how it felt being drunk on my cock when you're alone with your fingers inside of you and a toy pressed to your needy little clit?"

I'm going to think about it almost every day.

You couldn't even form words as your eyes began to roll and pleasure began to take over.

"Yeah, I think you are," he grunted in smug satisfaction.

"Sir, I'm gonna come," you sobbed suddenly, not entirely sure if you'd need permission but not wanting to risk it just in case.

You desperately needed to come around him, you needed it more than you needed air in your lungs.

"Not unless you ask fucking nicely, you're not," he growled, hips still snapping hard up into yours, even as his rhythm began to falter.

It was hard to form words but you did your best to find something that would satisfy him. The truth, as it turned out.

"Please, sir, can I come? Can I please come on your cock, sir? I want it so badly, so fucking badly," you begged as you cried through the pleasure.

"Well shit," was all he said for a second as he pounded into you like he was going to come himself.

But then finally, he seemed to regain himself and he tangled his hand in your hair to pull you back onto his cock with even more force.

"Come for me, baby, come all over my cock. Make a mess of it."

It was all you needed to come screaming his name into the mattress as he released inside of you with an unholy sound that you'd remember until the day you died.

His movements were choppy that time as he worked you through it, milking himself at the same time before he finally pulled out and left you standing there, legs like jello as he took a step back to admire his work.

"Now that's a fucking sight," he whispered to himself.

And then he was there helping you stand and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.

"I didn't break you, did I?" he asked as he set you down in the bathroom and began wiping you off with warm water.

"No, no, I'm-I'm good," you answered, voice still just as shaky as your legs.

It made him laugh.

"Little bit rougher-"

"Little bit rougher than-yeah," you nodded, absolutely out of breath.

A lot rougher than Josh.

Interesting.

"Let me get you to bed," he said finally as he finished with you and himself, helping you back to the bed you'd come from.

"There's no part of date night that I missed, is there?" he asked as he tucked you snugly beneath the covers, into the warmth of relief from the tension, finally.

"Well, Josh usually stays with me," you gave a light smile and he laughed again before nodding.

"Of course," he whispered as he climbed into bed next to you, keeping a bit of distance between you but not arguing when you practically burrowed into his side.

Just for the night.

"I know this is never happening again," he started after a beat of silence, "but for what it's worth, I'll be thinking about it for a very long time."

It was your turn to laugh and though you agreed, you didn't admit it.

"Thank you, Jake," was all you said. "Thank you for a good date night."

When you woke, it was Josh next to you instead of his twin. And in the sleepy haze of early morning, you stared up at him, the beautiful boy sleeping peacefully, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you drifted back to sleep.

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NEVER GONNA LET YOU (GO) II || E || 1,987 || CW: public(ish) blowjob

find part 1 here

"i love you," eddie said and then paused. steve felt his heart drop into his stomach at the phrase.

it wasn’t that he didn’t love eddie, but the fact that he was saying i love you right now threw steve for a loop. nobody had ever said it first to him, nobody had even said it back to him in relationships before. to have eddie proclaim his love for him felt weird, but in a good way.

steve realized he’d been silent for too long, so he moved to put his dick away before turning around to face eddie completely, still somewhat between his legs. he took the other man’s hands and smiled at him.

“say it again,” he said, looking at eddie with the best set of puppy dog eyes that he could.

“i.. i love you?” eddie replied, a puzzled look on his face.

that's when steve leaned in and planted a deep kiss to eddie’s mouth. “i love you too,” he said against eddie’s lips before sliding his tongue over eddie's bottom lip.

when eddie granted him access, steve tangled their tongues together. he tangled a hand in eddie’s hair and tugged at it gently, eliciting a moan from the other’s lips.

“i thought you’d like that,” he teased, pressing a kiss to eddie’s cheek and then down his jawline.

steve pulled away much to eddie’s dismay and chuckled a bit, “you said you had food. we need to eat soon, don’t we?”

steve reached for the bottle of wine, refilling both of their glasses before reaching for the picnic basket. eddie handed it to him with an amused grin, knowing full well steve knew about his own boner. steve was being a little shit, but eddie wouldn’t have it any other way honestly. carefully, steve pulled the individually packaged tupperware containers of his mom’s homemade chicken piccata out of the picnic basket, handing one over to eddie. he reached in for utensils and handed a fork over as well.

steve watched eddie out of the corner of his eye, watching that smirk turn up when eddie caught on to steve drawing the night out. “i’m not hungry,” eddie complained, watching as steve set his tupperware aside.

“you aren’t? it's late,” steve said, looking at his watch. “did you eat at all today?”

there was steve, being the mom friend to his own boyfriend. eddie found it endearing the way steve would want to take care of everyone in his life, but he wanted steve to know that he didn’t need to worry about taking care of himself. that was eddie’s job now and he treasured the opportunity to give steve the world.

“yeah, yeah,” eddie said and squirmed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his growing boner. “i ate a big lunch.”

steve’s eyes wandered down to eddie’s crotch where he could see the beginning of a bulge in his jeans. “what's wrong? get a little too excited?” steve had a condescending tone to his voice which only drove eddie crazier for some fucked up reason.

he nodded and looked at steve, trying to return those damn puppy dog eyes steve always flashed his way. “i’m struggling here,” he admitted, hand going to his crotch where he started to rub at his cock through his jeans.

steve sat back and watched eddie for a moment, the eye contact between them intense. steve hadn’t been around while eddie got off before, usually taking care of steve and then ignoring his own boner which steve never understood. steve moved to crawl back between eddie’s legs, this time facing him. he got comfortable on his stomach, a hand reaching up to push eddie’s hand out of the way and replace it with his own.

“i can’t believe you were just going to let me eat instead of blowing you.” steve scoffed and made quick work of undoing eddie’s pants and pulling his dick out of his underwear.

“fuck,” eddie groaned, he was watching steve’s every movement under a microscope. why wouldn’t he? the prettiest boy in hawkins was about to go down on him.

steve swirled his tongue around the tip of eddie’s dick slowly, making eye contact with the other man as he did so. when eddie tangled his fingers in steve’s hair, he let out a little gasp and let out a little gasp when he tugged.

when he had decided eddie had been through enough teasing, steve leaned down and took as much of eddie’s cock into his mouth as he could. he sucked and bobbed his head, grateful for the hand in his hair guiding him up and down. he dug his fingers into eddie’s thigh to ground himself as he focused on working his throat to be able to take eddie’s entire cock down his throat.

“that’s my baby girl,” eddie said, the smirk clear in his voice. he tugged at steve’s hair, making him moan around his cock which caused eddie to let out a soft groan at the vibrations. “fuck. your mouth is so..” he trailed off, another moan leaving his lips.

steve continued to bob his head, varying his pace and the pressure applied with his mouth to keep eddie on his toes. he didn’t like to be predictable.

when eddie lost his patience for steve’s games, he grabbed steve by the hair with both hands and forced him down on his cock until he heard steve gagging. he held the younger man there for a moment before letting him come up for air. steve looked so hot like this, tears brimming his eyes and spit trailing from his mouth to the tip of eddie’s cock.

steve only made eye contact and smirked before taking his dick into his mouth again, working up and down his shaft once more until eddie forced him down. this time he kept steve down longer, whimpers leaving his lips. he was nearing the brink of his own orgasm, the semi-public element adding another arousal factor.

he let steve come back up for air before once again grabbing the hair at the side of his head and doing his best to fuck steve’s throat from his angle while he sat. “just like that,” he moaned, head tipping back as the familiar feeling crept up on him. “fuck,” he gasped, holding steve down as he came into his mouth, pulling harder at his hair which made steve moan on his cock again.

once he was finished riding the high of his orgasm, eddie let steve up from his dick and smirked down at him. he laid his head on eddie’s thigh and looked up with him, post-throat fucking tears threatening to spill on to his cheeks.

“you look so pretty right now,” eddie hummed, brushing hair out of steve’s face before wiping away the tears that had fallen on to his cheeks.

steve took a moment to soak in this feeling. they may have just semi-fucked in a field, but he understood what it was like to have somebody who cared deeply for him in that moment.

“hey, i love you too, by the way,” he finally said, grinning at eddie as he sat up while eddie adjusted his jeans back to normal. “i do. i didn’t want to say it too soon, though. so i haven’t.” the butterflies were flying around in his stomach, feeling nervous for telling eddie how he felt even if eddie had told him first.

“what a time to say it back,” eddie laughed, pushing his bangs out of his face. “but i mean it. i love you, steve. i’m in love with you,” he admitted, a bright smile spreading across his flushed face.

steve blushed and looked at eddie, shaking his head. “nobody’s in love with steve harrington,” he argued, thinking of all the times he’d told his significant other that he loved them to only hear that they didn’t feel the same.

“i guess i’m nobody, then,” eddie said with a proud grin.

steve shook his head with an endeared laugh leaving his mouth. he resituated himself and reached for the bottle of wine, taking a long sip since his glass had been emptied. he held the bottle out for eddie with a smile, watching his lips wrap around the bottle after he took it. he watched eddie’s adams’ apple bob as he swallowed and made a mental note to leave a hickey there one day.

“how did i land you?” steve asked, truly perplexed by the idea that eddie would even give him the time of day when he looked like that. eddie could have anybody in town that he wanted and he settled on steve.

he took the bottle back from eddie and took a few sips before setting it down. the wine was steve’s favorite, just sweet enough to taste like juice, but effective in getting him buzzed. eddie always told him he was a lightweight for getting buzzed on half a bottle of wine, steve argued that it was cheaper for him to get drunk that way. he wasn’t going to get drunk in this field, however.

“what do you mean how did you land me?” eddie looked at steve with a confused look on his face. he moved so he was sitting straight up crossing his legs out in front of him now that steve was sitting beside him.

steve still couldn’t believe his ears, but eddie’s words alongside the genuine smile on his lips made it easier to listen to him. looking at eddie was putting butterflies in his stomach, similar to the ones he felt the first time he’d met eddie.

“i love you,” steve reassured, squeezing eddie’s hand three times to solidify his point.

eddie brought the back of his hand up to to his lips and kissed it three times. doing things in threes had been their thing for a while. steve had started the habit when he realized he was in love with eddie, when he was refusing to let himself acknowledge that he was in love. when he was convincing himself that eddie could never love him.

eddie moved away from steve just enough to get into the picnic basket where he had returned the tupperwares of piccata. he grabbed them both out again and handed steve his serving. “please eat, it’s probably cold by now but still.” eddie took the lid off of the tupperware and took a bite to prove his point about steve needing to eat.

as they ate their dinner, steve couldn’t help but watch the sky. he loved the stars and the night was particularly clear. paired with the lack of light pollution, it was a perfect place to go stargazing. “how often do you come out here?” steve asked, his mouth full of food. he wasn’t one for manners normally.

“before you? i’d come out here almost every night. nobody’s ever here, it’s quiet and i mean, just look at it,” he gestured around to the empty lot. the weeds were a little overgrown and steve was sure there were plenty of wildflowers hidden in the grass waiting to be seen in the daytime.

steve nodded, still shoveling the food into his mouth. he hadn’t even realized he was hungry until he took his first bite. “it’s beautiful out here,” he agreed. “and secluded, which is nice for a spot like this. means it’s quiet and makes it a good spot to come and think.”

“i’d come out here and play acoustic guitar,” eddie said with a little nod as if to agree with what steve had been saying.

the two ate the rest of their meal in silence, enjoying each other’s company. neither said another word as they ate, listening to the sounds of the nature around them. there were frogs croaking and an owl hooting off in the distance. steve couldn’t believe he’d been so lucky as to land eddie.

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icannot3 · 10 months

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"Drunken Mistakes"

Jimmy darling x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, fighting, slight angst (happy ending tho yippee)

Word count: 1.8k

I saw this little sentence prompt that said, "I can't keep kissing strangers pretending that they're you." So that's what this is based on.

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Some say that you will never heal by going back to what hurt you.

But seeing Jimmy with a woman pressed tightly against him, his lips ravishing her own in such a fervent way made your heart twist. Despite almost a year passing since you'd separated, you still remained devastated. And him? He seemed to have little to no problem simply moving on, as if you meant nothing. You'd heard the sounds that came from his trailer at night, on at least a biweekly basis. He was sloppy, always drunk, it repulsed you in a way to see what he'd become. But perhaps he'd always been this way, and it was your rose-colored glasses that had prevented you from seeing the truth.

His hands were tenderly holding her by the hips, squeezing the skin there. It was dark; you were walking back to your trailer when you'd seen the two entangled in the open valley. You'd seemingly frozen, unable to move and unable to turn away from the scene. You'd missed him, despite everything. You missed when he held you like that and how sweet he was before his mother's death. Sometimes, the moments of bliss from your relationship made you forget about the malignancy. Often, you would wonder about whether leaving him truly was a mistake. You felt that maybe you were just emotional and acted brashly at the time. Your brow furrowed, nose cringing with disgust after you looked back at the day the relationship had ended.

You had been worried sick, unable to find him for hours. Panicked, you'd searched everywhere. Jimmy had recently gotten in trouble with some men married to the women he'd previously catered at Tupperware Parties. He wasn't discovered for his devious system until he stopped servicing the women after getting with you, this act had led them into a storm of petty rage. Some of the women told their husband's that he'd forced himself on them, and as a "freak," he had no means of defending himself against these claims. His deformities made him unbelievable, and punishment if caught would be merciless.

He didn't show up to the diner, where plans between the two of you had been made. It was a celebratory occasion, your birthday. Jimmy had made promises to spoil you with his affections and all of the gifts he could afford. His enthusiasm about the day had you worried about what could have happened that made him unable to attend. Things between you had been turbulent as of late due to both the stress he was under with the law and the death of his mother. You were arguing often; he'd started drinking to cope instead of for enjoyment purposes, and it was making him become an ugly shell of what he once was. As you walked back home, in passing, you looked at his trailer. It was the one place you had not yet checked. Your feet were sore from the heels you'd worn to impress him, the ones he didn't care enough to show up and see on your birthday. You stepped up to the door, opening it abruptly. There he was, laying down and wasted out of his right mind. He looked filthy and hadn't even dressed up to see you. His white tank top was stained with liquor, you could tell by the smell.

Something in you had snapped in that moment. Your yelling and sharp slam of the door had woken him up. You'd stormed out of the premise, blinded by rage and disappointment. He was following you from behind, immediately on your tail. Jimmy scoffed, arms flying up in the air. "What's the matter with you?" Baffled by his blatant ignorance, you ran your hands through your hair and pulled the soft locs with frustration. You didn't even want to see him, let alone explain his act of unreliability. He continued to follow you, stumbling gracelessly as he did. He was yelling incoherently your way, sentences sounding more like slurred words.

You'd finally turned around, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself before speaking. "The plans, Jimmy. Remember? It seems that drinking like a slob is more important than my birthday." Your words were laced with venom, tears beginning to blind you. You closed your eyes, refusing to let any fall. He got up close to you, stopping in his tracks. "It's not that big of a deal. We can go out now." His breath was volatile.

"Just forget about it." You opted that the day would now be more enjoyable without him. Jimmy groaned with frustration. "Don't be like this. I made a one-time mistake, but it won't happen again. So let's just forget about it." You inhaled a shaky breath, weeks of pent-up frustration bubbling to the surface. "It's funny you say that because this isn't the first time you've done this." Your arm came up to wipe your tears that still threatened to escape. "I do so much for you- I supported you through everything. Yet you can't go one day without drinking so much you can't even function. Fucking look at yourself, Jimmy!" Your voice was breaking, the stress causing you to shake.

"OH! Well, if I'm such a piece of shit, why don't you just leave me, huh?" He yelled back, his arm reaching towards you and swaying 'matter of factly. You scowled, "Well, maybe if you don't even care enough to try and fix things, I should! I deserve someone who loves me enough to make an effort."

"Then maybe you should leave."

You were brought back to reality, and it hits you like a semi-truck. You'd spaced out, staring at Jimmy and whatever girl he'd decided to finesse tonight. In your daze, he'd taken notice of your lingering stare, making eye contact with you. Your breath hitches, and you quickly begin to walk past them, not wanting to deal with the conflict that could arise. Your chest felt as if it may cave in, ears and cheeks red hot. Finally, you'd made it inside of your space, feeling the sweet relief of solitude. A place where you could not be bothered, somewhere you could sleep off the stress of today and forget about it by tomorrow.

A knock sounded at your door, and your head snapped to the side with annoyance. You knew it was Jimmy, his insolence was aggravating. He knows that you have no interest in seeing him outside of any shows. You slanted the doorway enough to peek your head out. There he stood straight, alone. You looked around the area for anyone else. "What do you want?"

"We need to talk." His voice is soft. He smells pleasant. He also looks sober, to your suprise. You still felt bitter from his presence, feeling a strong urge to act petty. "You forgot to bring your leech. She's probably looking for you." You back away, about to cut him off. His hand comes up and grabs the edge of the door, keeping it open opposingly. "I'm serious. Can I please come in? I'll leave right after I say what I need to, promise." He stays calm, careful not to push further on the matter out of respect. His hand slides down the door to his side as if he's giving you the option to shut it if you want. Begrudgingly, you allow him to enter, curious about what he has to tell you so urgently. He steps inside, cautiously taking a seat on the couch and removing his hat. His curls are soft looking as they bounce at the now lack of restraint. You couldn't help but notice how clean he looked, freshly shaven, and washed.

You snap yourself out of staring at him for too long once again. "So what is it you wanted to say?" Your demeanor has changed, deciding that it's best to act civil now. Jimmy looks down at his hands, pursing his lips and rolling his head to the side. It takes him a minute to speak, but when he does, he looks you in the eyes. "I can't keep kissing strangers pretending that they're you."

You're flabbergasted and left at a loss of what to say or how to respond to his statement. It's you who's silent now, trying to process his words. Not giving you time to recuperate, he continues. "Losing you was the biggest mistake I ever made. You didn't deserve that. You're the only person in this world that really cared for me, and I blew it. I can't say sorry enough - I know I don't deserve forgiveness. It ain't right, the way I treated you. At the time, I could have come up with so many excuses about why I did what I did, but none a' that matters." He reaches into his pocket, grabbing a small box. "Sometimes I carry this with me because I think about finally manning up enough to give it to ya'. Even though it's been almost a year and I should've givin' it to you on your birthday, here." You take the small box in hand, the velvet fabric encasing it feeling luxurious against your fingertips. Upon opening, it was a small necklace with a heart and a little stone on the chain. The clear diamond-like crystal glistened beautifully.

You gazed up at him in disbelief, knowing this likely cost a pricey penny. He was smiling softly at you, a look of remorse on his face. Suddenly, you felt lighter, all of the pain you'd experienced beginning to vanish. To see him cleaned up and hear his apology resurfaced the love you always had for him. "Have you stopped drinking?" You felt the need to ask for a final precaution before deciding to forgive him. "Almost entirely, I can't keep acting like a fool anymore." You nod, taking in his statement. "I wanna be the man you deserve. I'll spend forever proving that to you if I have to." Jimmy offered you his hand, which you took. His touch was gentle, his thumb grazing against the back of your palm. "I miss you, Angel."

Instinctually, you'd hugged him; allowing yourself to melt in his familiar embrace. This was the Jimmy you fell in love with. His strong arms surround you, pulling you in even closer. His hand plays with your hair and strokes your neck affectionately. He dropped his face down and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. You pull away, reciprocating that by kissing his lips. It's a simple peck that you pull away from quickly. Jimmy brings up his hand, tracing your lips with his finger before kissing you himself. You melt into his touch, allowing him to do so until your brain felt fuzzy from contentment.

"I'm never letting you go again, sweetheart. That's a promise."

A promise he kept.

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Freak - Eddie Munson x reader

Omg my first ever Eddie fic!! What can I say I’m completely obsessed with him aha!

Enjoy :) xx

TW: bullying, name calling, anxiety mentions (pretty sure this is it but let me know if I’ve missed anything)

Y/N felt her heart leap into her throat as Mrs Jones, her English teacher invited her up to the front of the class to introduce herself. There wasn’t anything she hated more than being the centre of attention and her plan for this school was just to fly under the radar.

“So Y/N tell us a bit about yourself” Mrs Jones, said gently with a kind smile which only terrified Y/N more

“Well I just moved to Hawkins to weeks ago,” She paused looking to Mrs Jones for a little bit of help, not noticing how her hands began shaking as every single person in the class stared at her

“What is your favourite subject?” Mrs Jones prompted

“English, so I suppose its good I’m starting with that” She said with a light chuckle, but that didn’t stop her voice breaking from the anxious thoughts running through her head

“Oh my god, her hands are shaking. What a freak” One of the cheerleaders sitting at the back muttered, loud enough to create a ripple of stifled laughter through the class

“Gemma! That is enough” Mrs Jones snapped, “Go on Y/N, what about hobbies or how about what you want to be when you grow up?”

“I enjoy reading and I want to be a writer, ” She said simply, pleased that she managed to get through the sentence without panicking more

“What kind of writer?” Mrs Jones asked

“Fantasy or Horror” She said with a smile, feeling more at ease talking about her passions.

“Horror? She really is a freak!” Another student said from the back of the class, Y/N caught it and felt an anxious bubble form in her throat

“Can I go sit down now?” Y/N asked quietly

“Of course” Mrs Jones said with a patient smile.

Y/N took her seat once more next to a girl who had introduced herself as Freya, before Y/N had been called up to the front

“Stay away from me Freak” She snapped harshly,

“Watch out Freya, you don’t want to catch anything from her” One of the boys the row behind them laughed quietly.

Y/N shifted her chair a little away from Freya, not wanting any more attention surrounding her. She forcefully pushed the tears back as the lesson started.

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Y/N stood at the entrance to the cafeteria, her bag in her hand. Her mums homemade pasta salad sitting in a Tupperware box at the bottom, she had been looking forward to it since her mum had sent it off with her this morning but now she just felt sick. She had hoped by lunch she might have someone to sit with, but not one person she had tried to talk to had made any effort back, they had just called her a freak and left with a laugh. Looking over all the tables she saw an empty one in the corner of the large room, it was furthest away from the table of cheerleaders so Y/N decided that would be the best option. She quietly began eating her lunch when Freya and Gemma turned their attention to her,

“Awh look at the freak eating all alone, she’s a loner as well as a freak” Gemma giggled loudly enough for the whole cafeteria to hear, the cheerleaders laughed along with her as a few of the other tables turned and stared at Y/N, who shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She casted her eyes down, and focused on the food in front of her, wanting nothing more than the ground to swallow her whole.

“Hey” A voice cut her out of her trance, Y/N lifted her gaze and set her eyes on the guy who sat himself opposite her “I’m Eddie, the schools resident freak-waste-of-space-weirdo nice to meet you fellow freak” He grinned, Y/n laughed at his introduction “You have a name?” He asked

“Y/N” She answered quietly “Not quite the first day you hoped for eh?” He said with a sad grimace

“Not really” She admitted, feeling a little more at ease that she wasn’t alone

“Well you can’t really expect much more from the airheads on the cheerleader team, their expertise start and end with knowing the basketball team inside and out” He said “Pay no attention, they’ve peaked in high school, which means that soon enough it’ll be the freaks turn to peak” He grinned

“Soon enough” Y/N agreed letting her first smile of the day tug at her lips

“Ah so the freak can smile, here I was thinking that I was making your day worse” He said

“You’re actually making it better” Y/N admitted “You’re the first person to actually talk to me like a human” She laughed quietly

“Well Y/N the freak, would you like to join me and my little sheep at our table?” He said standing up and extending his hand in a bow which made Y/N laugh

“I would love to” She grinned taking his hand and her pasta salad in the other. Eddie lead her over to a table in the middle of the cafeteria where his friends sat

“Everyone this is Y/N, she the newest freak in Hawkins High, so be nice she’s one of us” Eddie said his hand never leaving hers as they sat down.

After a few quick introductions Y/N was thrown into a question and answer session with Dustin who wanted to know all about her life, and how she was finding Hawkins, Y/N began to feel comforted by the words that tumbled out of Dustin’s mouth.

“Are we still on for D&D later?” Will asked Eddie, as the conversations all died down

“Of course my friends” Eddie grinned “You all better be prepared”

“What’s D&D?” Y/N asked quietly feeling the anxiety bubble up as Eddie turned to her “It’s a game, this fantasy game where we all run campaigns. Eddie’s the best dungeon master there is! You should join!” Dustin said

“Yeah you should, we’re just about to finish this campaign, you should join the next one” Will said with a smile “What do you think Eddie”

“The more the merrier, what do you say freak?” He said with a friendly grin

“I don’t know if I’d be any good” She said

“How about you come watch tonight, I’ll even let you run the session with me” Eddie said “No pressure, if you don’t enjoy it you can go home. But if you do you can join next campaign” He suggested

“Yeah ok, sounds fun” Y/N said with a smile

“Well we better get to class, see you tonight Eddie! Bye Y/N” Dustin waved as he headed off with the others out of the cafeteria

“Y/N” Eddie said quietly

“Yeah?”

“Those cheerleaders are missing out on the best damn freak Hawkins High has ever had” Eddie said

“Thanks Eddie” Y/N blushed

“What’s your next class?” He asked

“Chemistry” Y/N answered pulling out her timetable, Eddie took it gently from her hands.

“Well it looks like you’re with me for the entire afternoon, isn’t that lucky”Eddie smirked

“Freaks have to stick together after all” Y/N grinned

“That we do”

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rocksandrobots · 7 months

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PotP Ch 52 - Christmas With The Krampus: Part 1

Madame Canardist blew out the last of the candles and placed the antique decorations into a cardboard box. The silvery glint of the ornament caught the eye of the chimpanzee next to her and he 'oohed' with interest.

"Here Vigor, be a dear and put this in the back with the others." She sweetly called out to her pet.

The monkey grabbed the box and dutifully waddled his way to the storage room in the back of the shop as Cardanist finished cleaning up from the celebrations of a long forgotten holiday. Even in their own world, the festival of stars was a dying tradition, as there was no longer a people to carry on the old ways.

Canardist still did. She still remembered all that her parents had taught her, the same as their parents had taught them. How knowledge of the heavens and the secrets in its patterns could protect the world, or, in her case, worlds.

She frowned as she picked up a tattered scroll. However, unlike stars, knowledge was not forever. It had to be preserved and passed down in order to continue.

Canardist never did find an apprentice to teach. She had vaguely hoped one of the younglings of this universe would take interest... but no one took magic seriously here.

And then there was the matter of Vigor.... there would be no guardian to care for him once she was gone. She was the last who knew his secret.

Not for the first time she contemplated packing up and starting anew somewhere else... or even returning to their home plane... but there was still the prophecy to fulfill. Things had been set into motion and they needed to stay to play their part.

As she paused in her clean up to read the scroll again, Vigor was unsteadily climbing a footstool, box still in hand. He stood on tip toe on one foot as he precariously balanced himself in order to push the box on to an empty space on a higher shelf.

His other foot swayed with the exertion and accidentally tipped over what looked like a snow globe.

Canardist heard the glass shatter. She flung the scroll down and ran to the back, even as Vigor's terrified screams grew louder.

"Vigor!" She yelled, but her voice was drowned out by an unnatural wind that swirled through the air of her little store; knocking over antiques, books, and ingredients for spells.

Then the wind died as suddenly as it had started.

Canardist screamed as something monstrous, tall, and hairy, wrapped a clawed hand around Vigor.

Fright was replaced by anger.

"Let go of him you big galoot!" and hurled a book at the creature. Only to be pushed away by a muscular arm. The breath was knocked out of her as she went flying into the bookshelves behind her.

She heard Vigor howling with fright as lumbering footsteps shook the floor.

She looked up just in time to see the door of her shop being ripped off his hinges.

"Vigor!" she cried out again as her beloved pet was stolen away by the mysterious monster.

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"Who wants peppermint hot chocolate?"

The various party goers swarmed around Aunt Cass as she handed out the festive refreshments.

She was just handing the last mugs to Carl and Globby when a knock came at the back door.

She excused herself and ran back to the kitchen as she overheard Noodle Burger Boy telling the rest of the kids about their recent holiday vacation.

"Feliz navidad!" Cruz yelled as soon as she opened the door.

He was wearing a ridiculous sweater with a reindeer knitted on it and holding a piece of mistletoe over his head.

Poor Megan gave an embarrassed grin beside him. "Hi Miss Cass." She greeted before running past her and ducking into the dinning room with her gift.

Cassidy purposefully ignored the mistletoe and moved to grab the tupperware container under Cruz's arm instead.

"Oh you brought the popcorn to string! Thank you!"

Cruz couldn't help but look a little put out as she started to hurry from the kitchen.

"Ah-ahem." He coughed, and held the mistletoe up higher. "That's not all I brought."

Cass feigned ignorance. "Oh the decoration... yes.... ummm... just put it up anywhere."

Cruz sighed with frustration as she left, and then hung the mistletoe over the door mantle.

He'll have to try again later... when she was less busy.

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*clink*, *clink,* *clink.*

Honey Lemon rapped the side of the coffee cup with a spoon to gain everyone's attention. She stood behind the cash counter as Baymax turned down the holiday music that had been playing. The various conversations stalled around the room as all turned to look at her.

"It's so great to see that everyone could make it tonight, and now that we're all here, it's time for the gift exchange! The rules are simple. We're going to pull names out of a hat. When your name is called you'll come up and pick out your present, and once you open it you gotta guess who gave it to you."

"If you guess right, you'll get a sticker. If you guess wrong, then the rest of the party gets to guess and have a chance to win the sticker themselves. The person with the most stickers at the end of the night gets a prize!"

"Do we get to guess ourselves?" Megan cheekily called out from the back.

"No, but you can try to fool the other people guessing." Honey Lemon answered, then she turned to a man dressed in a tux standing over in the corner. "Heathcliff, will you do the honors?"

"Yes, Miss Lemon." He gave a little nod of his head and pulled a slip of paper out of a top hat. "Mr. Wasabi"

Wasabi got up and Honey Lemon handed him a broad rectangular package with his name on the tag.

He carefully began to untape the snowman themed wrapping paper.

"Oh come on, just rip it off!" Juniper yelled at him.

"And tear the paper!?" He asked, aghast. "Please, we aren't animals here people."

And with that he finished pulling off the last bit of tape. He gasped in delight at what he found.

"OOOHHH! Personalized Labels!!!" He hugged the folder full of stickers to him. "With my name on them and everything.... Ooo, ooo, and look! They're even categorized by function! Storage, food, folder tabs!"

"So who do you think is your secret santa?" Tadashi asked.

"Hmmmm..... Honey Lemon? You're the sticker fanatic around here. Was it you?"

She shook her head. "Sorry, I got someone else."

"Sam!?... You know me better than anyone."

"Hey, you can't guess twice!" Karmi complained.

"Sorry again, Wasabi, but Karmi's right. Who else thinks they know who Wasabi's secret santa is!?"

Trina timidly raised her hand. "It was NB. That's the same wrapping paper Globby bought for our gifts."

"That's right!" Noodle Burger Boy shouted as he jumped from his chair. "I'm the bestest gift giver ever!"

He opened his mouth and more printed stickers streamed out like ticker tape. He then handed this to Wasabi.

"Merry Christmas Wasabi, and a Happy New Year!"

Wasabi took the hamburger themed stickers in surprise. "I never would have guessed.... but, come to think of it, the french fries shaped ones probably have tipped me off. Thank you NB."

As Wasabi took his seat again, Heathcliff called out the next name. "A Mr. Stu..."

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Cruz saw this as his chance. As the kids played their game, he brushed down his sweater, made sure there were no crumbs on his mustache, and walked over to Cass who was watching the game with interest.

"Oh, how cute. Juniper and Stu got each other in the Secret Santa exchange." She said as he neared.

Cruz turned to see the former criminal, face practically hidden in the giant scarf and hat he'd just received, get down on one knee to present his present to his sweetheart. Juniper screamed with delight when she saw the ring.

As everyone clapped to congratulate the happy couple Cruz couldn't help raising an eyebrow. "A little young aren't they?"

"Oh, plenty of people get married in college." Cass dismissed. "You and Maria did."

"Yeah and look how well that turned out." Cruz couldn't help but mutter. Cass put a comforting hand on his shoulder, but still gave him a long, suffering look.

"Now that was long after college… besides you gotta let them figure it out. Live their own lives. And who knows, it might actually work out for them?"

She shrugged and then grabbed a tub full of dirty cups. As she made her way back to the kitchen as the next name was called out.

"Mr. Fred."

Cruz didn't pay any attention as the Fredericksons' boy walked up to get his present. He was too busy following Cass.

"So what about you?" He asked as he entered the back room.

"What about me?" She asked, confused.

"When are you going to settle down?"

Cass could barely contain her laughter. "Me, marry?" She shook her head in answer.

"What's so inconceivable about that?" Cruz chuckled.

"For starters, I'm not interested in marrying anyone, and secondly, who needs it? Oh, no offense to anyone who would want to… It's just… You don't have to go through all the trouble just to be with someone."

Cruz nodded his head in consideration. "I can see where you're coming from… but you've nothing against dating, then."

She shrugged again as she finished placing the last coffee cup in the dishwasher. "Dating's fine."

"Would you wanna go on a date with me?"

Aunt Cass froze in mid-action as she rubbed her hands with a dish towel.

The still running faucet was the only sound in the kitchen as the awkward silence filled the room.

Chief Cruz gave an awkward cough to gently nudge the conversation along.

"Ummm..." She finally hummed.

"'Ummm' isn't really in answer." Cruz nervously laughed.

"Weeeellll..." Cass squeaked instead, and Cruz frowned. That was an even less encouraging response.

"It's just..." She stumbled a third time. "I... I'm kind of seeing someone else right now."

"Oh." Cruz deflated, but quickly recovered. "Well serves me right for waiting too long. Who's the lucky guy?"

He could see Cass squirm even more as she thought of an answer.

"Well, umm, you two do know each other… and he's in his 40s… he's tall a-and he umm… oh.."

"Just spit it out Cassidy."

"It's Alister." She quickly mumbled and ran from the kitchen.

Cruz stood stunned for a moment as he tried to figure out who 'Alister' was… then it donned on him.

"Keri!?"

He stormed after Aunt Cass as she tried to distract by handing out more appetizers.

"Anyone for some pigs in a blanket?"

"Cass…"

"Thumbprint cookies?"

No one took up her offer, as everyone paused in their game.

"Cassidy."

"I'll go make some more coco then."

She dodged her best friend and ran back to the kitchen with the food. Cruz followed.

"You're dating Keri!?'

"Well, he's really been putting in an effort lately and…"

"And we've talked about this Cass. He's not any good for you."

"Oh and who are you to tell me who's right for me or not!?" Anger replacing her guilt.

"You dumped him for a reason, remember?"

"Yes, I do remember, and so does he, and he's been putting in the effort to change."

Cruz rolled his eyes. "Guys like that don't change Cass. You know that."

"Why do you always expect the worst of people?" She sighed.

"Because I don't want my best friend to be taken advantage of!"

Aunt Cass could only laugh at that.

"Diego, we're not in high school any more. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

"I know you can, but I don't trust him."

"Then why not be an actual friend and trust me ."

Cruz frowned. "What's that supposed to mean? Of course I trust you."

Cass only folded her arms and gave him a purposeful look.

"Okay… so I'm a little protective sometimes, b-but that's only because I care-"

The expression didn't change on her face.

Cruz sighed in defeat. "Fine. I'll respect your decision to date Keri."

"Thank you."

"And when it all falls apart again, you still got me as a shoulder to cry on and for a good 'I told you so'."

Cass rolled her eyes at the joke, but could dismiss the smile off her face.

"I wouldn't expect anything less." She chuckled as she gave him a hug.

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The Gift Exchange had ended and the party guests were now milling around, eating the rest of the food, and conversing. A few were dancing in the corner as Minimax played DJ, blaring out those catchy Christmas tunes that Varian had heard on a loop for a month now wherever he went.

Christmastide was indeed an important festival season in Corona as well, but Americans really upped the ante when it came to the holiday. Instead of just being twelve days of feasting, the US started celebrations an entire month before the first actual holy day came to pass.

It was exciting and exhausting all at once. So many new traditions, so many lights, so many new foods to try, and not a single boring church service in sight! But after you heard "Jingle Bells" for the thousandth time, well, the 'Christmas Spirit' started to lose its appeal somewhat.

"So when's your flight?" He overheard Hiro ask Wasabi.

"Five in the morning," Wasabi groaned.

"We should be at Mom's in time for Christmas Dinner." Sam added.

"You know I could always just open a portal to Hawaii for you." Varian offered, adding himself to the conversation.

Wasabi turned the offer down. "No thanks. I would prefer not to give my future in-laws a heart attack upon first meeting them."

Tadashi raised an eyebrow, "In-laws?"

Wasabi froze.

"In-laws?" Sam echoed, a teasing smile on his lips.

"Ummm… I just… I just meant… hypothetically… you know… in case… this works out… long term, I mean…. Hey, weren't we going to decorate the tree?"

Wasabi ducked out the group and ran over to the other side of the room where Karmi, Fred, and Baymax were already hanging homemade paper decorations onto a plastic tree.

Sam and Tadashi shared a laugh and went over to join them.

Varian was about to follow when he heard some call his name.

"Hey V, can ya help me with this?"

It was Carol. She was covered in stickers and juggling several gift baskets that she had won in the games.

Hiro beat him to it.

"I got it." He took one of the baskets. "Boy you racked up?"

"I know, right!? This is going to feed me all through the next week… I just need to make sure none of the other girls find my stash. Now where were those leftovers?"

"You're not going home for the holiday?" Varian asked as he handed her the goody bag that Aunt Cass had made earlier.

Carol shook her head. "No, it's too far and tickets are too expensive… and I also don't want you giving Grandma a heart attack with those mad scientist portals if yours."

Varian rolled his eyes. "Why does everyone think people will get heart attacks from my portals?"

"Well, we do need to work out the kinks some." Hiro admitted. "You want some help carrying all this out?

"Oh would you? That's awfully sweet. Fred is giving me a lift back home, and I think Heathcliff parked the car on the corner."

"No problem…." He said as he readjusted the baskets and followed her out the door.

"So umm… What exactly did Karmi say to you when you helped her pick out my gift?" Varian overheard his brother whisper as he and Carol left.

Carol had apparently helped a lot of people pick out their gifts for the Secret Santa. That was how she won the guessing game portion of the gift exchange.

Karmi had gotten Hiro, and Varian could tell that his little brother was desperate to know if the handmade keychain from his crush meant anything deeper.

That reminded Varian… he hadn't seen his own crush in awhile…

He walked over to where everyone was dancing. Stu and Juniper were lost in each other's eyes, Heathcliff was, surprisingly, twirling Barb around, Gogo had graciously agreed to a dance with Mole… provided that he stuck to the six foot rule, and Carl and Globby were slow-waltzing in the corner… Minimax wasn't even playing a slow song at the moment.

Varian scanned the small scene before him but he didn't see the pretty redhead. In fact he didn't see her anywhere.

That's when he spotted Megan and Trina off to the side. They were giggling over something.

"Hey… have you seen Honey Lemon?"

Both girls stalled, and Varian got the distinct feeling that he had just interrupted something.

"Umm… I think she went into the kitchen?" Megan guessed.

"She said something about how her brother was going to be here soon." Trina added. "I think she went out to wait for him."

"Thanks… oh and thanks for the gift by the way."

"I'm glad you like it." Trina replied. "You are the hardest person to shop for, you know."

"Well you did an excellent job. Who else would think of a recipe journal?"

Megan disagreed. "I think Minimax has the hardest pick… what on earth do you get for Mole? He already has everything?"

Trina shrugged. "A signed autograph from Boss Awesome apparently."

"What was it that you got again?" Varian asked.

Trina's face lit up and she excitedly showed him the guitar pick on a string around her neck. "It's a limited edition Mind Smith Turbo collector item!" She turned towards Megan. "I don't know how you ever found this."

"Ah, it was easy. I just had to go scrounging around AuctionBay. What I can't believe is that Carol found my gift at a thrift store for only five bucks. It's a genuine Noir jacket. Those are like five hundred dollars off the rack! We have got to go bargain hunting as a band more often."

Varian backed away slowly. "Yeeeeaaaah when I hear the words, "bargain hunting", I know it's time for me to dip out."

"Just because you don't have any taste!" Megan joked.

"Let us save you from your poor sense of fashion!" Trina called after him.

"I'm good!" He yelled over his shoulder as he ran away.

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Varian found Honey Lemon in the kitchen leaning against the door frame. She was looking at the bracelet he had given to her, examining its details while a smile played on her lips.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

She looked up in surprise, having not noticed his presence before, but quickly recovered.

"Oh I adore it. Where did you get it?"

"I made it." He beamed.

"Really!? It's beautiful...and I love that it's rose gold! Oh and all the little flowers! You know, you have a real talent... this is art."

"Ahh, I don't about that." Varian sheepishly shrugged off the complement, but then more seriously, he said. "But when I got your name for the gift exchange, I knew I had to give you something special."

He reached out and grabbed her hand. Honey Lemon blushed, but didn't pull away. She did however try to change the subject.

"What does the inscription say?" She asked, pointing to the engraving written in the band of gold.

"Alles Liebe."

"Alles Liebe." She echoed, not quite getting the pronunciation as well as he did. "Is that German or Russian?"

"German. It's a common saying in Corona, something you might write on a gift tag or at the end of a letter... it's short for 'to you, with lots of love' or 'with all my love'.

Honey Lemon felt herself blushing even more. As was pointed out, it wasn't uncommon to put well wishes on a present, but something about the way Varian said it, the way it was so delicately and thoughtfully etched into the glinting metal, and the fact that it was told in a language that no one else they knew spoke, made it seem more romantic... like a secret that was only shared between them.

Varian took her other hand in his, and her pulse quickened. She racked her brain looking for another excuse to change the conversation, but found none.

Why did she want to anyways? Not when he was staring at her intently with those piercing blue eyes of his, or when he was leaning closer to... to what exactly?

Honey Lemon never got her answer, for no sooner did she close her eyes and tilted her head towards him, lips parted, heart pounding her ears as she desperately hoped he understood the clear hint she was giving him, then did Karmi hurried into the room.

"I'll get it! it's near th-... oh!"

Both teens immediately jumped away from each other upon the intrusion.

Karmi seemed embarrassed, as Honey Lemon plastered on a fake smile and Varian avoided eye contact.

"Sorry... I just came in here to get the popcorn." She awkwardly said as she picked up a tupperware container on the counter. "Didn't mean to interrupt. Just go back to doing what you were doing, and I'm going to get out here."

"Oh we weren't up to anything... I'm just waiting for my brother to pick me up."

Karmi clearly didn't believe Honey Lemon's protest, as she gave them both a skeptic look. Then in reply, all she did was point upwards.

Honey Lemon and Varian looked up in response and saw the small bouquet of bright green leaves.

"Oh..." was all Honey Lemon said, and Karmi gave them both a smirk as she left the room.

Honey Lemon and Varian both made a point not to look at each other even after the other girl had gone.

"S-Sooo... you have mistletoe here too, huh?" Varian finally asked, trying to brush aside the awkwardness.

"Hmm, hmm." Honey Lemon hummed in response, still choosing to play with the tip of her hair then to look at him.

"Does it work the same way in Fansokyo as it does in Corona?"

"I... I think so... Do you... do you ... you know..."

"Kiss? ... Yeah."

"Then yeah... it- it's the same here." She placed her hands behind her back and rocked back and forth on her heels, still trying to find some other place to look, any place other than his hypnotizing eyes.

He also looked around desperately trying to find anything else to talk about... seconds slipped past and he began to tap his foot impatiently.

They were doing it again... avoiding their feelings…

Screw it... Just ask her!

He shut his eyes tight. "Do... do you wan---"

*HONK*

A loud car horn interrupted him.

Both teens poked their head out of the door and saw an old, beat up pick-up truck parked in the street out front.

A young man, close to their own age, was sitting in the driver seat. He honked the horn again upon seeing them.

"Oh it's Carlos!" Honey Lemon explained, as she ran back inside to grab her purse. "Mama's expecting us for Mass tonight, so we need to get on the road."

Varian however could only look on helplessly as he saw his chance slipping away from him yet again.

"Oh... well.. I hope you have a nice time then... Drive safe," was all he could muster.

Suddenly, Honey Lemon was by his side, a tender hand on his arm.

"I really do love my gift."

"I'm glad. Merry Christmas." He smiled back, and then, to his surprise, she kissed him! Right on the cheek!

It was just a quick peck. Nothing you could call romantic, but it left him in awe nonetheless, as he dumbly watched her run over to the parked car.

"Bye. Merry Christmas!" She yelled back. She turned to see him standing in the doorway with a stunned smile on his lips.

Her heart pounded in her ears even louder. She couldn't believe what she had just done.

It was the mistletoe. She told herself. It's tradition. It didn't mean anything.

She hopped into the seat on the passenger side and her brother gave her the most infuriatingly smug look.

"¿Ese es el chico que te gustaba?" He asked.

"Cállate" was all she said to him, then she poked her head out the window again as her brother cranked the car, laughing to himself while doing so. She ignored him.

"I'll see you next week!" She waved at Varian as the truck pulled away.

Varian's dumbstruck smile only grew wider as he waved after the receding vehicle. Soon that smile turned into a giggle, which turned into a laugh, which finally ended in a whopping holler of exuberant elation as he punched the air and spun around yelling "yes" frantically in the empty alley.

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Hiro stretched and yawned as he turned down the sheets on his bed.

"So what time are you waking us up tomorrow?" he heard his brother say. He looked over to find Tadashi already snuggling under the covers of his own bed.

"Six, four… two in the morning? Just remember you gotta give Santa time to actually deliver the presents first." he chuckled at his own joke.

Hrio rolled his eyes. "I'm not eight. I'll probably sleep in tomorrow. So don't you wake me up early for Krei's burnt waffles... or whatever he's making in the morning."

"Knowing him, he'll probably bring over a whole catering service rather than cook."

"On Christmas?"

Tadashi shrugged. "Not everyone closes on Christmas. Maybe we'll have Indian curry for breakfast, who knows?"

Hiro shook his head. "I can't believe Aunt Cass invited him to celebrate with us."

Tadashi yawned. "Face it Hiro... the heart wants what the heart wants."

"Yeah, and they also say that the heart is stupid and love is blind." But he never got a reply back as Tadashi was already asleep.

He shook his head and went over to Baymax's battery case to see if it was hooked into the computer properly. The faithful robot was already powered down and his memory banks for the week were steadily up loading to the storage base.

That was when Hiro heard the low growl behind him.

He froze and out of the corner of his eye he saw something dark and menacing looming in the window.

Were those red eyes he saw?

He quickly spun around to catch whatever it was that was trying to climb into his room, only to see a flurry of claws and a swishing tail hauling it itself up to the roof.

He ran to the window sill, hopped up on his bed, and pushed the window open.

Cold air hit him in the face but he ignored it as he leaned out as far as he dared in order to look up at where the creature had gone. All he saw however was the clear sky and the bright full moon.

He looked back to his brother but Tadashi was already soundly snoring. He clearly hadn't heard anything.

He heard another clatter, this time coming from below. He peered down into the alley, but it was only Mochi rummaging in the trash.

He saw a light stream out into the dark as someone opened the back kitchen door and he heard his aunt call the cat back inside.

Hiro shook his head for being so silly and closed the window.

Of course there wasn't any monstrous beast lurking in alleyways. All his time superheroing had made him jumpy.

Then again....

Hiro spared one glance back at the window.

Still nothing.

Shoving the gnawing pit in his stomach down, Hiro finally crawled into bed.

He was asleep in minutes and therefore he never noticed the glowing red eyes that continued to watch him through the window.

#big hero 6 #bh6 the series #hiro hamada #varian #varian tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tangled #honey lemon #aunt cass #wasabi #krampus

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miniscule-meow · 1 year

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Isabell and the Lads: Unfortunate First Meeting (2)

This was going to be one big chapter, but it was a little too long so I split it into two. This is one of the most gruesome things I've ever written so do be warned.

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: Injury, blood, fearplay, angst

Master Post

First Part | Next Part

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Time seems to drag by. Maybe it’s the anticipation. Maybe it’s the dread, that’s a more appropriate word for it. She knows the human will come back for her soon, but she doesn’t know when that will be. So, she has to sit and wait. She rests under the container, keeping her eyes away from the bloody mess of a leg, that’s only getting worse. She tries to peer out into the apartment, but the plastic around her is too opaque, it obscures her view too much. Eventually, she can see blobby shapes moving towards her, and she knows the human has finally returned.

He lifts the container and – oh great. There is a second human accompanying him. This one is holding a bunch of… stuff. Now that she isn’t being clumsily man-handled, she can get a good look at the humans before her. The first one, the one that caught her, he has blonde hair that falls around his face in messy curls. He winces down at her, setting her Tupperware prison to the side.

The other human stands a bit shorter than the first. He has dark, quaffed hair, a piercing on his left eyebrow and two snakebite piercings on his bottom lip. His mouth presses into a flat line upon seeing her. He quickly averts his eyes, and busies himself with arranging what he is holding down onto the counter. She watches him, trying to see what he has. Cotton balls, Q-tips, bottles of some kind of liquids, a couple tubes of …something. He sets down bandages, a massive pair of scissors, a spool of thread, he holds a needle in his hand- nope. Absolutely not. That’s just not going to happen. She’s not going to be their science project, as they play doctor on her. Not today.

She pushes herself up onto her feet, heavily favoring the leg that isn’t hanging open and oozing blood. She attempts to limp away. She doesn’t have a plan here. Logically, she knows that she’d never be able to outrun them, especially not in the state she’s in. But everything in her is yelling for her to get away. Get away no matter the cost. So, she has to try.

“Oh God. You are not trying to walk right now!” The blonde human jumps at her pathetic escape attempt. “Stop!” He says the word so fiercely, the other human’s head snaps up to look at him.

“Marcus, easy. Come on.” He warns.

“Look! She’s going to hurt herself more.” Marcus growls, obviously frustrated. She feels a new wave of fear, a new color of anxiety lace over her. She realizes that it is probably incredibly unwise to anger the monolithic beings before her. Maybe she puts too much weight on her wounded leg, or maybe her resolve is shaken too severely, because she crumples to the counter in a heap. Her instincts are still screaming, but they’re pulling her in two separate directions. Get away and just do what he says so he doesn't get too fed up.

His hands corral around her. It’s too much. She imagines him whisking her off the counter in a tight fist, squeezing her so hard she’s snuffed out in one sickening crunch. With hands his size, it wouldn’t be hard to do. Using her hands, and her good leg, she pushes herself backwards, trying to avoid being grabbed. She shifts away from one hand, only to bump right into the other one behind her. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, so to speak.

Something in her just breaks, as she realizes that without a doubt, this is the end of the line for her. She is sufficiently trapped, and at the mercy of whatever he decides her fate will be. She looks up at him helplessly for a moment, before just burying her face in her hands and crying. She feels his hands jolt around her.

“Hey.” He says, the frustration melting slightly. Though, she can still hear it under the concern in his voice. “Hey, it’s going to be alright. Look, I know you’re really hurt, and you’re really scared. I get that. But we are going to help you, okay? You’re just going to have to trust us a little bit. We- oh gosh. Can you- Dude, do you think she can even understand us?” She lifts her head to see Marcus has shifted his focus over to the other human. He doesn’t say anything, and she can’t see his response through the massive fingers that are curled around her. Marcus turns back to her, searching her face. She just frowns up at him. He huffs a sigh and gestures with his free hand as he speaks slowly. “We,” he points between himself and his friend. “Help,” he waves his hand uselessly for a moment before deciding on a thumbs up. “You,” he points down to her. “Okay?” She raises her eyebrows, unamused. She can’t stop herself from rolling her eyes before giving him a slow, exaggerated nod. This is humiliating.

She wipes her eyes. The tears have slowed, but they haven’t stopped. She’s still weeping gently, as he starts taking a closer look at her leg, satisfied with himself for his communication breakthrough. Idiot. She thinks bitterly, staring daggers up at him. In his defense, it’s not an illogical guess to assume that she wouldn’t be able to understand him. But she’s too tired, and hungry, and – oh yeah – openly bleeding, so she might just be a little irritable right now. He picks up the scissors, and she takes a sharp breath, dropping all of her frustrations. Great. The idiot is now wielding blades that are comparative in size to… her. Just her whole self. Maybe that’s an exaggeration, a trick of the panic she’s feeling. She can’t stop herself from cowering away from him as he brings the scissors towards her.

Isabell does not trust him at all, how could she? But despite that, she has nowhere to go, so she tries to just stay as still as possible for him. She looks away, not wanting to watch. The cold metal slides smoothly against her leg, and he cuts away the useless binding she had made. It was already soaked through with blood anyway. He cuts away the leg or her pants and withdraws the scissors. She peels back the wet fabric for him, it was beginning to adhere to her leg. If helping him means that he doesn’t have to touch her as much, she’s all for it. She exposes her leg up to her hip, her ugly wound fully on display. She shutters, seeing it in its entirety, and looks up at Marcus to see that he’s wincing too. He notices her looking and tries to put on a brave face.

“Okay,” he says getting his bearings. “So, a fair warning… this is gonna suck.” He grimaces sympathetically, soaking a cotton ball with a strong-smelling liquid. “I’m sorry,” he whispers before pressing it into her leg. It burns. She clenches her jaw, smothering the cry in her throat.

He was not lying. This does suck.

#giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t community #g/t stories #g/t #g/t angst #g/t fearplay #isabell and the lads #my writing

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tiniestbee · 10 months

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Make Me

Daichi liked the little things in life; a nice dinner with his old teammates, a kiss goodbye before he left the house, and of course, the vivid recollections of you sobbing as he forced another orgasm out of you with his tongue and fingers before he had you absolutely wrecked on his cock.

Or, Daichi is a pleasure dom and no one can change my mind.

tags : not sfw, pwp, reader insert, afab reader, attempted bratting by reader, daddy kink, feminine nicknames used for reader(darling, princess, sweet girl), established relationship, established dom/sub relationship, overstimulation, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, stop light system, mention of safewords(not used), aged up characters, not canon compliant, author does not use y/n

a/n : originally posted to AO3 on 9/5/20. vaguely self shipy in terms of reader's height, but otherwise it should be fairly neutral. also, is this realistic? probably not. was it hot when I wrote it? absolutely. this was the first explicit fic I posted to AO3, and also the first I've posted to Tumblr since crossposting, so if you notice a tag I should have included, please let me know, and thanks so much for reading!

minors, ageless, and blank blogs DNI, you will be blocked!

Normally, Daichi wouldn’t bat an eye at your antics; twirling around in a too short skirt you picked out just for him, brushing up against him while he worked on dinner and rambling a mile a minute. But when you started getting mouthy, asking him “why should I?” and “can’t you do it?”, his patience started wearing thin. It wasn’t until you dropped this particular bomb, however, that he finally snapped.

“Darling,” Daichi sighed, “I’m going to need you to be a little quieter for me until I get this done. Can you do that for me?”

“I dunno. Why don’t you make me.”

Daichi all but froze, arching an eyebrow even though you couldn’t see it, and finished chopping the vegetables you’d need for dinner. That done, he put them into tupperware, studiously ignoring you for the time being, and set them in the fridge. You couldn’t help squirming while you waited for him to acknowledge you, thinking you had probably gone a little too far and maybe regretting it just a little.

“Oh, don’t get all shy now. Get over here,” He ordered, leaning back against the island while you made your way over, trying to fake a confidence you didn’t really feel. Throwing your arms around his waist, you shot him what you hoped was a blinding smile, pressing as close as you could into his chest.

“Yes Daddy?” You knew what it would do; you were already too far in to back out now, might as well enjoy the ride. Grabbing you by the upper arms, he spun you around and pinned you to the counter, hands flat on either side of you. It happened so fast you almost couldn’t react, breath caught in your throat as he pressed his forehead to yours, eyes squeezed shut while he attempted to steady his breath. Opening his eyes, he smirked down at you, straightening up until it felt like he was towering over you.

“Fine. You wanna play? Let’s play.” It was like a switch had flipped, and he was a whole other person standing in front of you. He reached down to grab the backs of your thighs and hoisted you up onto the island, pressing his mouth to the base of your neck to suck and bite little marks into the skin. His hands slid up your thighs and under your panties, fingers hooking into the edges and pulling until they fell to the floor on their own.

His target freed, he moved back to fall to his knees, pushing your skirt up to reveal your pussy, wet and waiting. Wasting no time, he took each thigh in a bruising grip and licked a thick line up the center until he reached your clit, closing his lips around it when he did. You couldn’t help the jolt of your body when the heat of his tongue touched you, a shiver shooting up your spine.

As annoyed as you knew he was, he was surprisingly gentle, fingertip shaped bruises notwithstanding. You couldn’t help a giggle when his tongue swiped across your opening and his brows furrowed, clearly not expecting the liquid already seeping out to stain your skin. The giggle quickly morphed into a moan when he slid his index finger in, down to the knuckle in one slow glide. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Daichi was smirking down there.

He started a slow rhythm in and out, focusing his tongue on and around your clit to get you warmed up, thoughts of how best to get you sobbing on his cock as quickly as possible warring with how much he wanted to wring as many orgasms out of you with his mouth as he could. Shrugging internally, he decided he’d make you come as many times as it took to make you cry, then go from there.

With that in mind, he started eating you like a man starved to try and get you to orgasm as quickly as possible, carefully pressing in a second finger when he felt you were ready for it. With the extra stretch and added stimulation, it took only a few thrusts and you were gone, crying out and clenching around his fingers while he worked you through it. When he looked up at you, tongue still dragging over your clit even as the aftershocks began to fade, the glint in his eyes let you know you were in for a long night.

It felt like he knelt between your legs for hours, bringing you to orgasm over and over until you could barely think straight, and when he asked if you wanted him to stop, you’d say no, but when he asked if you wanted to come again, you’d say no too. After his most recent inquiry, he sat back on his heels to give you a bit of a breather, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs to let you know he hadn’t left. Leaning his forehead on the edge of the counter, he figured now was the time to get you on his cock, tears be damned. He’d get you crying one way or another.

You had laid back on the island somewhere between orgasms four and six, maybe 20 minutes ago, maybe an hour, you weren’t sure, finally letting the built up tears spill over and leak down your temples and into your sweat soaked hair. Your whole body felt wrung out and sore, but nowhere more so than your swollen, sensitive clit. Even the slightest brush of your thighs sent a shock up your spine.

Daichi called your name to get your attention, watching you slowly sit up with a soft smile. Instead of answering, you merely cocked your head and looked down at him, making grabby hands in his direction. After searching your eyes to confirm you were still there with him, he chuckled and gathered you into his arms for a hug, one arm around your waist and one hand stroking your hair.

“How’re we feeling, princess?” Again forgoing words, you just nodded into his chest, humming a little tiredly. You felt really good, honestly. Somehow both tense all over and utterly relaxed, something only Daichi could manage to make you feel. Letting out a good natured huff, he carefully separated your limbs and held you at arms length, eyebrow raised. “I need your color.”

“Green Daddy. I’m green,” you answered, making eye contact to reassure him that yes, you were there, everything was good, you were fine. He still hesitated a moment, squeezing your upper arms a bit before he let go.

“You know I have to ask. I’ll be right back. Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you, alright?” He didn’t wait for an answer, not really expecting one, and disappeared into your shared room. He exited fairly soon after, one hand behind his back like he was hiding something from you. Nothing could scare you at this point, what could it possibly be? Opening one of the drawers below you, he dropped the object in and closed it back, giving you an innocent smile.

“You’re ridiculous,” You laughed, pulling him in for your first kiss since he’d pinned you to the counter a good hour or two prior. Daichi wasted no time in tilting his head and licking at the seam of your lips, teeth catching on your bottom lip when they opened. Otherwise he kept it slow, just deep enough to keep your attention while he stepped closer and dropped his hands to his jeans, popping the button and lowering the fly. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, he shoved them both down just far enough to pull his dick free.

One hand gave himself a cursory stroke or two then just gripped it at the base, groaning into your mouth when it felt better than he expected. You couldn’t hold back a choked gasp when Daichi reached his hand down between your thighs, carefully avoiding the swollen nub as he trailed his fingers up and down, occasionally dipping a fingertip into your slick pussy to tease. You weren’t sure how much more you could handle, but safewording out never crossed your mind. Daichi would take care of you. He always did.

Finally breaking your kiss, he moved back, tapping your thigh and gesturing for you to get off the counter. Thinking he meant for you to get on your knees, you did as he asked, starting to kneel when his hand gripped your arm to stop you. He appreciated the thought of course, and maybe were this a regular day he would have you choke on it, but he had plans, so that would have to wait.

“Just turn around, love,” he explained, guiding you to face the island and gently pushing you until you were bent over it. You reached back and flipped your skirt up to expose your butt, shaking your hips as you looked back at him over your shoulder and absolutely beaming when he brought his free hand up to rub his face. “You’ll be the death of me, you know.”

Daichi pressed up against you and leaned down, your back to his chest, to press kisses down your neck and across your shoulders, sneaking his hand between you to circle your clit in earnest. Your body jolted underneath him, desperate to get away with nowhere to go, pinned between him and the counter again. A high whine forced itself out of your throat when he didn’t let up, squirming even as you felt the heat stirring low in your stomach.

“Daiichiii,” You cried, your legs twitching as the feeling teetered between pain and pleasure, too much and just enough. You had a feeling, likely a correct one, that he was trying to get one more out of you before he finally fucked you. How he could wait so long when he was rock hard and leaking, if the dampness on the back of your thigh was any indication, was beyond you. Your hands fluttered uselessly at your sides, curling and relaxing on thin air, until you stretched forward and grabbed the other side of the island, knuckles going pale from the pressure.

“Please, I don’t know if I can, I don’t, it hurts,” Your rambling devolved into meaningless sounds, the occasional yelp breaking the stream when he pressed a little too hard or moved too quickly. Body flushed from head to toe, you felt like you were on fire, a white hot ball condensing inside you that was egged on by the edge of pain.

Daichi could tell you were close by the way your muscles were tensing, and your moans had taken on a desperate tone, breaking off halfway through more often than not. Keeping his pace steady, he kissed his way back up your shoulder to the base of your neck and bit down, just hard enough to leave marks. The pain sent electricity down your spine and you came with a bitten off shout, mouth hung open as tears rolled down your cheeks and your muscles seized. Satisfied, he drew back, kissed the red indents left by his teeth and eased the pressure on your clit but kept the same pace, waiting until the initial shock died down to let your muscles relax.

“There’s my girl. I knew you had it in you,” He soothed, retracting his hand from underneath you to rub both hands up and down your sides, letting you come down in your own time. Once you had relaxed enough to lay mostly flat on the counter once more, he reached down to grab himself, rubbing his cockhead up and down your slick center while he waited. “Color?” He questioned once more, putting the slightest bit of pressure on your entrance as he passed it, not enough to slide in but enough that your pussy clenched every time he did.

You gave yourself a moment to think about the answer, which was unnecessary really, but for the sake of honoring the question, you did anyway. Tears aside, you felt pretty decent. Nothing hurt too badly, the stiffness in your fingers aside, you still knew where you were and who you were with, even if time had ceased to matter well before your third climax of the evening. So you answered green, a little hoarse from the crying but otherwise clear. Daichi let out a sigh of relief at your answer and tilted his hips forward, pushing until the head made it past the initial resistance with a little pop that caused a tiny jolt of your hips.

“Fuck, I forget how much I love your pussy sometimes,” He mumbled into your shoulder, pressing a final kiss into the skin before straightening up, letting out a weak laugh when you squeezed around him. You flushed at the words but couldn’t help the smile they caused. Daichi could dirty talk with the best of them, but somehow he very rarely swore. He hated how endearing you found it.

He cut your train of thought off in the best way possible, by starting a slow press into you, the same painfully steady pace from tip to base, until he bottomed out with a deep moan. Fully sheathed within you, his hands moved to your hips, holding you down until your hip bones ached from the pressure. It was a good ache though, one that meant you would bruise.

Your breath came out shuddering from the tears still leaking down your face, every single movement he made heightened by how sensitive you were. Shifting on your toes, you arched your back a little to let him slip just that last bit more in and groaned quietly, feeling like the head was pressed right up against your cervix. Your walls fluttered weakly around him as you acclimated to his size, still a little surprised you weren’t used to it by now. Relaxing your grip on the counter’s edge to spread your fingers a little, you let your hands lay flat on the counter before letting out a deep breath.

“You can move. I’m alright.”

Daichi needed no further encouragement, immediately drawing his hips back and thrusting forward, the sharp sound of skin on skin echoing around the room. Like in most things, he was steady but unrelenting; every thrust measured but giving you the full length of his cock again and again. The feel of him dragging against your insides was enough to cause a fresh wave of tears, keeping you from paying much attention at all to what else Daichi was doing until something cold and hard pressed directly onto your clit.

Daichi pressed the on button and the vibrations assaulting your swollen peak threatened to overwhelm you instantly, a scream ripped from your throat as the sensations finally registered. It was absolutely too much, you were sure you were going to fall apart right then and there. Every muscle in your lower body tensed, your pussy included, clenched so tight around his cock Daichi almost struggled to keep moving. He stopped moving when he was fully inside you once more, curling himself over your tight form to press his mouth to your ear, trying to sooth you as best he could.

“You’re okay, I promise. You can give me another, I know you can,” He murmured, giving a few experimental half thrusts before settling on slowly grinding against you, every shift sparking heat inside you. For some reason, that’s what did it; breaking down into sobs as you came so hard your vision spotted. Your hips started moving of their own accord, twitching back to try and push Daichi ever deeper then up to get away from the vibrator before starting over again, everything feeling like it was all too much. He didn’t stop his hips or remove the vibrator, all the while whispering sweet nothings in your ear, moving his free hand up your body to thumb away what tears he could reach.

Finally, just when it seemed like Daichi might leave you suspended in limbo between orgasm and let down, he clicked the vibrator off and you sprawled out on the counter like someone had cut your strings. It felt like you came forever, and even when the initial wave faded, aftershocks traveled up and down your entire body for a good minute after, each one causing you to clench around Daichi’s still achingly hard cock. You had the wherewithal to feel bad about that for a moment or two, before he was pulling out and helping you upright.

“I’m so proud of you, my sweet girl.” You hummed at the praise, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep yourself standing. Your whole body felt like it was shaking, your legs from the now released tension and your chest as you tried to settle your breathing now that the tears had abated. Bending his knees, Daichi scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed with a chaste kiss before disappearing into the bathroom. You flopped back onto the pillows as soon as he let you go, wriggling until you were comfortable and waiting, eyes half closed, for him to return.

He did not too long after, soft shorts slung low on his hips and a warm washcloth in hand. He pressed one knee into the bed and leaned over you, carefully wiping your face before moving to the rest of you. He made sure to clean off any lingering wetness before tossing the cloth and crawling onto the bed. Flipping the covers back, he slid down into the sheets and beckoned you closer, an offer which you took gladly.Throwing your leg up over his hips, you laid your head on his chest and flopped your free arm over his stomach.

“That was good. Thanks Daddy.” Daichi grinned at the slur to your words, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as your breathing deepened with sleep almost instantly. He should be the one thanking you, for putting up with him and his obnoxious need to have his mouth on you, but that could wait. Pulling the covers up and over the two of you, he murmured your name and pressed his nose to your hair, holding you close as he too descended into sleep.

#sawamura daichi x reader #sawamura daichi x you #sawamura daichi x female reader #haikyuu x reader #not sfw #tagging on tumblr is scary #i don't want to end up in the wrong place and get yelled at #hope you enjoyed daddy daichi!#🐝 bee’s fics 🌼

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pnf incorrect quotes because IT’S BACK BABY!!!

Incorrect quotes under the cut-

Phineas: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Baljeet: You’re too young to have enemies.

Phineas: You don’t even know.

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Isabella: Yesterday, I overheard Phineas saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Ferb replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

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Buford: I don’t even use tubberware anymore.

Isabella: What are you saying? Say it again.

Buford: Tubberware.

Isabella: Say it again. Slow.

Buford: Tubberware.

Isabella: Slow, very slow - actually, say the first syllable.

Buford: Tub.

Isabella: Wrong.

Buford: What do you mean, wrong?

Isabella: I thought I caught that. You’re saying tub. It’s P.

Buford: What are you talking about?

Isabella: Tupperware. Tupper.

Buford: It’s tupper!

Isabella: It’s tupper, always has been, always will be.

Buford: I thought it was tubberware because it kind of looks like a tub.

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Isabella: Can we talk about that mass email you sent?

Phineas: Why? It was important.

Isabella: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit".

Ferb, shrugging: The people need to know.

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Isabella, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

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Baljeet: Firstly, how dare you use mathematics to make me look stupid!

Baljeet: I’m actually very good at mathematics.

Baljeet: Thirdly, I think you might be right.

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Ferb: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve.

Baljeet: I think you mean cards.

Phineas: They did not.

Ferb, pulling out knives: I did not.

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Phineas: That's ridiculous, Isabella doesn't have a crush on me.

Buford: Yes they do.

Ferb: Yes they do.

Isabella: Yes I do.

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Buford: Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and…

Ferb: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma.

Buford: Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said…

Baljeet: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

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Isabella: Why shouldn't you put a toaster in a bathtub full of water?

Buford: Because your toast would get soggy!

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Buford: We are not mad. We are just disappointed.

Baljeet: No, we are mad.

Buford: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide.

Baljeet: No, we’re not!

Buford: I am not a mind reader, Baljeet!

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Phineas: How was your day, Buford?

Buford: Yeah, fine, it's anti-bullying week at school.

Phineas: Oh? And what does that mean?

Buford: It means I can't bully anyone for a whole week.

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Buford: Okay, two person huddle.

Ferb: You can't huddle with two people. This is just a hug.

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Buford: Some people are like slinkies.

Baljeet: What?

Buford: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.

Baljeet:

Baljeet: Please don't push Phineas down the stairs.

Buford, pushing Phineas down the stairs: Too late.

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Ferb: You made enough pasta that you could take it to lunch tomorrow. Put it in a container.

Phineas: Shovel the pasta into your face. Do it. Put it in your face. The future is meaningless but the pasta is now.

#Phineas and Ferb #incorrect quotes #phineas flynn #ferb fletcher #buford van stomm #baljeet tjinder #Isabella Garcia Shapiro #not art

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Season of the Witch (Steve Harrington x OC)

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Dream Project

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summary: She’s choking - a metallic taste sits on her tongue, pooling at the back of her throat until the dam gives way, letting it spill free and suffocate her. Each cough sprays blood out across her table, a desperate hand reaching to contain the hell she unleashed. Dirtied clothes are pressed to her nose, ignoring the mess until the chaos slows to a stop. Her spare hand pressed deep into the table, holding her form steady as a familiar pain settled into her skull, knives twisting deeper in attempt to pluck out all she had learned. The Dream Project. warnings: TENSION? blood wc: 4,164

"I need a favor.”

There was a clash of his lunch tray as it fell into the table, the food now scrambled together in a mess that seemed to go unnoticed by the teen as he slid into his spot just across from the girl. She’s dazed, eyes wide from surprise as she takes him in - watching as his mouth is moving a mile a minute but not meeting her gaze as fingers pick up the fallen water bottle. Music is blaring, drowning him out over a walkman that he has yet to make note of beneath the crowd of roaring students. And finally, he looks to her expectantly - as if waiting for her answer to an unheard conversation, and his posture instantly becomes slouched. There’s a heavy sigh seen as his chest deflates, disappointed - maybe even annoyed he had spent this time talking to..himself. Cautiously, the headpiece is lowered to rest just around the girl's neck, a weary smile coming to light, hoping to ease the sudden tension between the two. “Did you hear anything I said?” “Not a damn thing,” Autumn replies honestly, that smile turning into something more bold and confident, now finding amusement in his misery as his eyes roll back.

“I need a favor,” Jonathan repeats, arms folded across the table with his focus locked on her - studying her reaction. “A favor?” she asks, the corners of her mouth still tugged upwards, curious to a mysterious yet bold request as the two still barely knew each other. After the record store, they would bump into one another in the halls and spare a few kind words. Later down the road, she sought him out - a moth to a lone flame, though rather than letting her burn, she soared around him in a dance, bringing out a warmth he never knew he had. But things were still new, and fire was unpredictable - insects so fragile. She had yet to learn his favorite color, though he assumed hers by the earthy tones she dawned. He didn’t know much about her home life, yet she knew some of his - a baby brother just across the lot in middle school, and a single mother working her ass off yet still finding time to be all that she can for the two boys.

“Yeah,” his fingers are fidgeting with a heart racing just under his layered top, nerves worked up to the point he thinks he’s sweating. “I - I just got a job,” “Congratulations,” she muses, her spoon digging a hole through a homemade yogurt parfait, continuing to enjoy her lunch with bliss. “It’s after school,” she nods along, simply listening as she empties the small tupperware container. “It’s not, you know..everyday. But, there are some days where..my mom won’t be home,” eyes land on him as pieces of the puzzle quickly fall into place, leaving the question out in bold for her to read without him having asked it yet. “And, I won’t be there..either.” “Jonathan,” her voice is stern, the smile now gone and he looks like a deer caught in the headlights - frozen and a little fearful. “I have no experience with..kids. I’ve never babysat anyone - I don’t even petsit.” “Oh, come on. Will is one of the easiest kids t'watch.” “Then take him t'work with you,” she retorts, the spoon digging down into the yogurt for a final bite. She was half joking.

“Just come by. Meet my mom, meet Will. See how you feel about it,” he suggests, eyes now looking hopeful, thinking he may sway her. “You’re always complaining about money, anyway.”

And that’s how she wound up in their driveway that very same day after he had given her piss poor directions. She wouldn’t have known it was the right place if Jonathan’s car hadn’t been parked off in the grass. She could hear music from inside without the follow up of a parent attempting to scream over it. Simply, letting it be - letting happiness boom through the walls. She chooses not to knock, instead ringing the bell and waiting at the doorstep with a racing heart, looking back to her car and wondering if she should go back home instead. She could tell Jonathan this really wasn’t her thing - that he could find someone better. But the door opens, and the woman before her is bright eyed - well rested and peaceful despite the chaos in her home. “Hi!” she tries to say over the music. “You must be - oh, one moment,” she says, her nose crinkled in mild frustration before the door just barely closes. The music comes to a sudden stop a moment later, and she returns with the same smile. “You must be Autumn, Jonathan’s friend. Sorry, the boys just got a new vinyl and, well,” she laughs, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Come in!”

Joyce was unlike anything she had imagined. The picture Jonathan painted left her to believe she was a woman putting on a happy face, yet worn thin from the work she did on her own. But she was..a genuine beam of light. Proud to have come this far, welcoming the girl into this home she’s built without hesitation. Jonathan emerges from around the corner, a small smile seen on his face hidden in the dim lighting. “You came,” “Yeah, well,” she sighs, shoulders shrugging in a playful manner all the while his mother watches on with glee in her eyes - happy to see her son has someone outside of his family to talk to. “Just don’t ask me t'watch your fish.” He laughs at that, his body falling back towards the hallway where multiple rooms remain hidden from her view. “Let me go get him.”

Jonathan leaves Joyce and Autumn alone together - where she tries to offer various drinks to help her feel more comfortable, all politely declined until she holds out a tray of chocolate chip cookies, that's when she caves. It’s nothing how Autumn makes them, more bitter than sweet as she’s overloaded them with chips. Yet it doesn’t stop her from grabbing a second just before the tray is pulled out of her reach.

Jonathan returns with a much smaller boy in tow, his smile is timid, though warm. “This is the girl I was telling you about; Autumn,” She spares the older boy a look, wondering just exactly what he’s told Will and why she was a topic of conversation. “Woah,” Will states, sweet eyes bewildered as he studies the girl - face quickly turning a shade of pink once he realizes he’s been caught with admiration. “Y - your rings are really cool,” he says in defense, leaving the girl puzzled as she examines her free hand. She never thinks anything of it until someone makes a comment about the excessive jewelry, and even then, their words carry little weight as she moves through the hallways of Hawkin’s High. “J - Jonathan says they all mean something. S’that true?”

Will is pure, innocent and full of intrigue. There’s genuine curiosity in him, eyes beaming up at her and she can only smile in return. “Yeah, it is. Do you want to see them?” “Yeah!”

Hours had gone by since Autumn had seen a single soul - or hardly said anything out loud for that matter. She had taken this day for herself, to mourn, to search for any amount of kindness, and forgiveness and let herself try to grasp onto it. Keep it close to her chest in attempts to mend the wounds, but the hurt was too deep and she bled through her hands, leaving a trail of sorrow through her home. She had left a mark in her bed from hours spent sitting, pulling every leaf she could find, watering the plants that needed it. She cleaned rooms until every ounce of energy had gone wasted, leaving the girl to stare at the television as show after show rolled over one another, never truly absorbing what was happening and letting them all blend into one. She had tried to sleep time away, but with every moment of darkness there were horrors to follow - like flashes of lightning just behind her eyes to keep her on edge. She saw him, lifeless. She heard the screams of something unknown echoing, playing as the soundtrack as she re-lived her time in the woods, the assault in the hallway, the moved frame, to Jonathan’s body forced into the car without so much as laying a hand against him. The moment begins to linger at the forefront, notebook in hand as she scribbles down thoughts. The pages are messy - none making any sense if a stranger had stumbled over her personal belongings. She’s written about her injury and the demon that gave it to her - why it came to be and coming to empty conclusions to be written over.

What exactly happened between her and Jonathan at school?

There’s mentions of energies and their manipulation in the books she owns. Whether through a force that followed her from another realm entirely, or something she held deep within. But she had felt nothing. No incredible tingle, no wind, nothing of significance to tell her where it had all come from. Only knowing a dark curtain had fallen, to suddenly waken and see Jonathan no longer grasping at her bruised skin. The familiar look of pain and hurt haunting her, even now. The book closes as all questions remain empty, just like before. There are only suspicions but everything seemed all too far fetched - impossible, and her mind had become too exhausted from the ache of loss and lack of sleep to push onward.

She entertains the idea for a moment, that it had all been her doing. That she hurt Jonathan, yet unknowing how. Autumn wonders if there’s a slight chance in recreating it - even if it’s only a fraction. So, she stares. Eyes locked on the flickering screen before her with a burning intent to have the picture go dark. Hoping, willing it - imagining herself reaching forward to flick the knobs until nothing was left to be seen or heard. And yet the faces look back to her, almost mocking. They smile and tell jokes she can’t focus on - listening to the pounding sound of her own heart that booms in her ears like thunder. The clock is ticking in the kitchen, every tick acting as a reminder of how much time is spent waiting for something to happen and it never does. The show continues, and a knock at the front door lures her away with a heavy sigh. It’s only then that Autumn realizes just how late it’s become. The sun easing down to welcome the moon, sending all of Hawkin’s into a peaceful state as everyone headed home from school or work.

With money in hand, she shuffles towards the front door, already expecting who would be waiting for her there after making a call thirty minutes ago. Just beyond the door, Adam Boyd; someone all too familiar and not in the most favorable way. She had seen him in school, standing tall above the rest, making it easier to throw snide comments across the way as he walked side by side with Tommy. It had been his first delivery of the night, his uniform perfectly ironed by his mother, cleaned without a speck of grease in sight. So proud of her boy to be balancing work and school, unknowing he would bring pizza right to the doorstep of a girl he tormented and spat at. And you could see it in his face. Those same cruel comments lingering on his tongue, the twitch of his lips as he fights them off. And maybe some piece of her wishes he’d let it out, so she could launch herself at his throat like a wolf protecting her home. Drag him into the shadows until he surrenders, fleeing into the night like the coward she knew he was. All bark, with no real bite.

“Here’s your order, miss,” he states in a firm tone, handing over two pizza boxes in exchange for the money. Not a second spared lingering on the welcome mat before turning on his heel, feeling a looming threat by being trapped in her territory. He escapes in the dark, only a street light to illuminate him as he makes way for the company car, daring to spare her a final glance through the dirtied window before the door separates their worlds. A moment to be forgotten as they return to Hawkin’s High as they once were. The boxes are carried up to the kitchen, set along the island and flipped open in search for her order. The smell reminds her she’s yet to eat since sunrise, her body filled with grief and leaving no room for anything else until she grew nauseous from lack of sustenance. The sound of an empty stomach crying out was shockingly loud in the silence.

The silence.

The savory treat lingers just at her lips as she takes note of the eerie quiet, slow to turn her attention back towards the den where she once sat in a nest of comforting warmth. There was no flicker of light from moving pictures to cast down on the floor or reflect off framed paintings, only the steady light of a lamp in the far off corner. She inches closer, leaving the food behind as something else takes over all senses - curiosity. The box is black, no fake smiles to stare back at the camera, only reflections of herself as she stands before it as a statue - mesmerized. Her fingers search for loose cords only to find nothing, the switch remaining “on” despite the shadow. With the flick of her wrist, the smiles are back as if nothing had happened - though it was evident there had been something and it creates a bizarre concoction of fear and excitement swimming through the girl’s veins. She sits cross legged before the television, determination pushing her beyond the brink of starvation and feeding from this new rush of adrenaline. She stares long, and hard. One show ends and another begins without so much as a flicker of failing power, without a hint of success or proof she had been the cause in the first place. Autumn only surrenders when her eyes begin to water from pain, slouching in defeat with a heavy sigh to follow.

The clock ticks on - it’s late, and Autumn remains alone in the home. Her father should have been there by now - or at least given a call to say he would be running late. She wonders if he’s forgotten, if this had meant anything to him at all - no matter how small it all seemed. Or maybe, by some freak chance, that something had happened to him - was he stuck somewhere? A car abandoned on the side of the road, an accident.. But, someone would have told her. Anyone. The line to his office rings endlessly, no receptionist to take the call and direct her forward. In the late hour, she grows tired - impatient, finding no answers for her own troubles yet knowing she’s capable of casting light on this particular looming shadow. So she drags the empty shell of a body up the stairs towards her bedroom, a candle at her desk is lit - the only source of light in the gloomy space. Her hands are shaken as they lay out over the surface, knowing the possibilities of where this journey may take her and the nightmares it may bring - yet willing to risk it, all for the smallest piece of closure. Just like she had done for Will.

“Be with me.”

Heavy, sleep deprived eyes fall shut with attention now on her breath. The peaceful flow as it swept through her lungs, each exhale leaving her feeling more at ease and deflated than the moment before. The distant tick of the kitchen clock eases her into a tranquil state, a lullaby soothing her into slumber until she swears she’s floating high above the clouds. Fingers twitch against the wood yet there’s no pressure, her posture deeply slouched forward without the ache in her spine. And then, there’s someone..somewhere. A whisper at her back, giving her enough encouragement to open her eyes and find she had made it - to wherever that may have been.

She’s unsurprised to find nothing obvious - only that familiar emptiness, with no real guidance on where to go. There’s a feeling of fear burning in her chest, fingers coiling into fists as she recalls the monster that may come for her. And this thought, forces the girl to move quickly - feet moving with haste along the smooth surface, following unfamiliar voices as they speak about their day. It’s all so bizarre to Autumn - having heard many voices across the plains, though knowing they were no longer a part of the living world. But these people..were very much here, working, living - and her dad must be amongst the masses, somewhere. He shouldn’t be difficult to find despite the fog of voices, they had been the only thing heard other than the occasional rustle of papers or clinks of coffee mugs.

Autumn can’t help but wonder..why it all seemed so peaceful. The further she walked, the different the conversations - yet there hadn’t been a moment of metal work, no drilling, no sound of clashing pieces or shouting workers as they struggled to meet their quota. Had she found herself in the wrong place somehow? No factory could have been this serene. Even without the sign of her father, she continues onward - waiting for a signal, and trusting her gut. The voices fade into the darkness the deeper she moves, ultimately forcing her into a pit of loneliness where she stands at the center of it all, uncertain of how to proceed. Feeling somewhat defeated, and none too anxious to linger in this space, a heavy sigh falls - and that’s when something comes to her, or comes from her. There’s a mist dancing in the air just inches from the girl's face, easily fading into nothingness before she can truly take it all in. Another breath, and a cloud spilling from her lips - a sign of something she’s yet to understand. There’s a familiar sensation pricking at her skin, a winter's wind caressing exposed arms, and taking hold of her face - swollen from crying, guiding her on a path.

She follows without question, letting its hold pull her in the opposite direction, turning on her heels despite the painful ache of anxiety telling the girl to go - to end this before it’s too late. Autumn remains encapsulated in its hold, a frozen coffin plunged beneath the earth and bound tight - unable to move as she takes in the sight before her - unfortunately, all too familiar. A wound savagely torn through the world, no longer open and bleeding, but monstrous and putrid from a spreading infection. She wonders for the briefest of moments, if this thing had been following her - or if she had followed it.

There’s a glimmer of light from inside - like a distant strike of lightning to dance along the sky, pittering out into nothing. Fists form at her sides, feeling a familiar burn spreading through the skin of an injured arm and seeping deep into her veins, seeking to torment her - to kill her. A reminder of a looming evil.

“Mr. Reid,” the voice is soft, it echoes into the dark and pulls the teen from her trance - looking off into the void as life suddenly flows through her again. It doesn’t return, but she feels her invisible bonds breaking away to lay at bare feet, allowing the girl to run in its direction - not daring to look back at the hellish thing that haunted her. It’s not long after that a force stands in the way, causing a collision with hands frantically roaming over a flat, black surface - seamlessly blending in with the world around it. A hand miraculously finds a door handle, giving her access to a room - though it appeared no different, aside from the distinct voices. “Thank you, Ms. Young,” her father says in reply, the sound of a cup connecting with a table surface echoed - while to them, it was so simple, and unnoticed. “They are working us like dogs,” the woman says with a sigh, an office chair surrendering to her weight as she settles in, the rustle of paperwork soon to follow after. “It’s important work we’re doing,” he states with confidence, and she can only hum in response before they drift into silence, leaving Autumn to grow anxious.

Her father was a big man in a big company - none of this seemed to be how he described. A hardworking man, down with the crew, managing parts and shipments, something rough with only spare moments to settle in an office - these few moments seemed all too cozy. “How’s The Dream Project?” the woman asks, her words are muffled - most likely head tucked low with focus on her work laid out before her. Ian clicks his tongue to begin. “Uncertain. There are..moments where I think it’s going somewhere, and others where I get half truths.” The girl can picture Ms. Young place her pen down, attention now more on the subject at hand - The Dream Project, whatever the hell it was. “Half? It took you this long to only get half truths?” “As if I’ve done this before,” he retorts. “Am I sensing a lack of trust?” There’s a moment of silence, and a sickness brewing in the girl's empty stomach - she wants to keel over and let the bile spill out, surrender to the building anxiety and hurt she’s been drowning in.

“I hear things,” he comments with pride, the sound of a pen moving swiftly across paper is almost too sharp for her senses to bear. “Nothing goes unnoticed -” there’s pause in his words, the rustle of clothing before he mutters, “Shit.” “What?” the other woman asks, a concerning tone in her voice. “I was supposed to be home for Autumn - she’s having a difficult time.” Ms. Young laughs at his misfortune, nose turned downward, no longer caring for their conversation as she continues her work. “You’re in for it now -” suddenly, a blaring siren. It screams just overhead, startling enough to force the girl down to the ground from fear, palms pressed to her ears in attempts to drown out the shattering noise. When the shock dies down, it becomes easier to assess new surroundings, wide eyes taking note of a yellow light shining with each blare of the alarm, casting down on the surface she stood upon. She almost doesn’t want to look, to know the truth - but a bleeding heart searches for closure, encouraging tired eyes to look past fallen strands of hair to find two figures in the light.

“We have a breach,” Ms. Young states, standing from her desk, every motion only illuminated in the moments the alarm cried out - like a horror movie played out for her. Her father, a main star - standing off to the side at a tall cabinet with doors wide open, his focus locked on an unknown vial in hand as he pulled its contents with a syringe. There’s a walkie at his hip - just nearly concealed by a long, white coat that flows behind him as he follows his coworker out the door, and as it slams shut..there’s a sudden pain to fill her chest.

She’s choking - a metallic taste sits on her tongue, pooling at the back of her throat until the dam gives way, letting it spill free and suffocate her. Each cough sprays blood out across her table, a desperate hand reaching to contain the hell she unleashed. Dirtied clothes are pressed to her nose, ignoring the mess until the chaos slows to a stop. Her spare hand pressed deep into the table, holding her form steady as a familiar pain settled into her skull, knives twisting deeper in attempt to pluck out all she had learned.

Dream Project.

The words ran through a cycle, searching for something to spark a light - though all remained dim, and continued to darken with each passing second. Her world was fading, grip on the wood loosening while eyes began to close - this wasn’t deep sleep creeping in, but something else entirely. Her form would begin to sway gently, until burning eyes rolled back, leaving all to come crashing down on the surface of her bedroom floor.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington slow burn #steve harrington angst #stranger things #stranger things ff #steve harrington ff #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic

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Cookies and Crime

Harry Vanderspiegle x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff

Word count: 1,294

Plot: Reader goes to Harry’s place with cookies to watch Law and Order, fluff ensues.

A/N: I love this show, I started watching it when it first premiered on the SYFY network. I honestly was shocked to only find one Harry Vanderspiegle x Reader on Ao3, but they haven't posted in awhile. I'm glad to be the writer of the second Harry Vanderspiegle x reader fic on the internet, I am honored to bestow the people with what they probably forgot about.

As you drove down the gravel driveway to Harry’s cabin you took a deep breath. This has been the second time this week he's asked you to come over and eat something with him, at least it was Friday. On Tuesday you had dinner at his place and he tried to keep the conversation going but you had to leave before it got too late. He texted you this morning about how he came across this cherry pie at the grocery store and how he couldn't eat it by himself. He had also asked if you could bake some cookies from a recipe you talked about with him on Tuesday.

You grabbed the tupperware from the passenger's seat and got out of the car, the gravel crunching under your work boots. As you walked to Harry’s front door you looked to the lake near his house, you saw that the sun was setting and the sky was an array of colors. The colors were reflecting off the lake and you heard the small waves softly crash along the shore, it was so peaceful here. You knocked on his front door waiting a few seconds before you heard footsteps coming and then the door opened revealing Harry.

Harry was eccentric, you met him at The 59 and became quick friends. He was awkward and a bit odd but that didn't mean you could be friends, a lot of weirdos were in Patience, Colorado. He smiled and stepped aside so you could come in, as you walked in you saw the pie on the counter and you had to say it did look good. You caught Harry eyeing the tupperware of cookies in your hand, “I see you brought the cookies, they look very good.” he said. You smiled and replied with, “Well I made them just for you.” You could have sworn you saw his lips twitch upward at that comment.

“Well I appreciate it.” he said as he went to the counter “would you like some pie with your cookies?” he continued before gesturing to the pie on the counter. “Of course! I would love a slice.” You stood on the other side of the counter as he sliced two pieces of pie and put them on two plates. “I was about to watch this really interesting law and order episode, would you like to watch it while we eat pie and cookies?” he asked and you nodded, “that sounds nice.” you smiled. When he got the pie slices on the plates you looked at them.

“I could take the pie and put it on the coffee table by the couch.” you offered and he smiled awkwardly, “That would be great, thank you y/n.”. With that you walked over to the couch and placed the plates on the table watching Harry move around the kitchen. He put the cookies you baked on a plate and grabbed forks for the pie from the drawer by the sink, he placed the plate of cookies on the table and handed you a fork. Then his eyes went wide like he realized something, “Would you like a glass of milk with your pie and cookies?” he asked. You smiled and nodded, “That sounds like a good idea to me.” he placed his fork with his piece of pie and he got back up moving to the kitchen. You wondered what he was thinking as you sat on the couch waiting for him to come back from the kitchen.

Harry was anxious, he enjoys your company and is scared that you're going to leave if he says or does something wrong. “Damn humans and their weird customs, on my home planet no one cares about social cues.” He thought as he stretched and grabbed two glasses from the cabinet above the sink. He enjoys your baked goods and the warm smile that you give to everybody, in Harry's eyes you could do no wrong. Harry smiled as he took the milk out of the fridge, “She likes milk, that's something we have in common it's another thing to add to conversation the next time she comes over for dinner.”, He thought. Then he turned, grabbed the glasses in one hand and the jug of milk in the other and started walking back towards the couch. “I wonder how she feels about aliens.”, he thought as he passed the glass cabinet and saw his true form in the reflection.

Harry sat back down, poured you a glass of milk and handed it to you, he then poured himself one. He clinked his glass against yours and took a sip, you copied him. He started the episode of Law and Order, the episode was about a man who got shot early in the morning. When you finished your slice of pie you grabbed your glass of milk and drank half of it, out of the corner of your eye you could see Harry watching you.

When the commercial break came on you looked at the table and saw a lot of the cookies were gone, “Are my cookies that good?” you asked, smiling and he nodded. You started to get a bit tired, the warmth of the cabin seeping into your bones. Harry doesn't like when people touch him, he flinches away whenever Darcy puts her hand on his shoulder or he tenses up when someone gives him a hug. When you started to relax into the couch and lean into him he didn't flinch, he looked down to where your head and his bicep collided. He didn't move away or flinch, he just went back to watching the episode. When you closed your eyes you knew you were out for the night.

When the episode ended Harry looked down at your sleeping figure, “I guess humans can get comfortable and fall asleep anywhere.” he thought . He slowly shifted his body so that he can slowly shift your body to lay on the couch. Once you were laying on your stomach, Harry put a pillow under your head and grabbed the throw blanket that was folded on the other arm of the couch draping it over you. He put the dishes and glasses in the sink leaving the plate of cookies on the counter, he turned all the lights off getting ready to head to bed for the night. Before he shut the door to his room he turned and looked at your sleeping form curled up on the couch. “I could get used to this.” , Harry thought as he closed his bedroom door and got into his bed for the night.

You woke up with a blanket wrapped around you and a soft pillow under your head, you must have fallen asleep on the couch. When you got up and stretched you saw Harry making breakfast in the kitchen, the smell of coffee and eggs in the air. When you walked over to the kitchen table and sat down he walked over with a hot cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. “Good morning Harry, sorry for falling asleep on your couch.” you said as he put the mug and plate down in front of you. “Don't worry about it, we humans need to get our 8 hours in or else our brains don't function.” He says as he grabs his plate of eggs and his mug of coffee sitting across from you.

After an interesting breakfast with the main topic of conversation being about space and what could possibly be out there you left. Giving him a hug which he awkwardly returned you were on your way. Driving back to your house and smiling about the interesting time you had with your odd friend.

#harry vanderspeigle x reader #resident alien

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