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snoopyana · 2 months

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one night.

the sequel.

“can i be with you just one night? i can wear you out inside.”

in which you meet eunseok at a basketball game, after your boyfriend, wonbin, left you alone during a heated argument— and eunseok swoops in to temporarily take his spot.

song eunseok. smut. darkish? eunseok drops his whole “i care for you” facade and blames you for the whole situation in the end.

everyone knew what was going on behind the bleachers. it wasn’t necessarily a private place to argue. definitely not to argue about you eyeing his teammates a bit too long for wonbins liking. you had no ill intention behind your gaze, but he thought otherwise. his voice gradually rising in volume when you denied having any interest in any of the other guys. it was almost as if he wanted to say you had a thing for his members.

“oh my god, what’s your problem??” you cut the man off mid-sentence. the bickering had gone on for so long that his members would peek their heads in to make sure anything was alright. “my problem? my problem is how you were basically glazing them with your eyes.” that was far from the truth, and he knew it. wonbin only said that once he finally saw the other men listening in.

“are you SERIOUS right now? you ASKED me to come and watch you guys practice and that’s what i’m doing. do you expect me to only look you? god forbid i’m not an airhead all the time and actually act interested in what’s happening around me??” wonbin stared at you dumbfounded. his eyes blown, fist clenched. “i’m done.” walking past his teammates, he snatched up his duffel bag before storming out the gym.

rubbing your temple, you finally let go of your emotions. eyes stinging as the argument looped in your mind. “oh my fucking god.” slipped past your lips as you made your way from underneath the bleachers. quickly being were surrounded by the rest of his team and bombarded with “are you okay?” which only tipped you over the edge. going from a small stream running down your cheeks to full crocodile tears.

their words quickly turning into hesitant hugs as you broke down in the middle of the court. eunseok lead you over back to the bleachers, this time to sit down and most importantly — calm down. the others stood in a semicircle around you two. you face falling into the palms of your hands as you continued your small emotional crisis. silence followed as eunseok rubbed your back, the others standing there simply for emotional relief. looking at their phones, sungchan was the first to speak up.

“hey, we gotta get going. but if you ever need anything, i’m pretty sure we’d all be willing to help. right? just call or text.” his sentence was followed by a bunch of “mhms” and head nods. stepping over to your side, sungchan ruffled your hair before walking to pick up his stuff. signaling for the rest to follow. “you coming eunseok?” anton turned back to you two, realizing eunseok was still seated. “no, she still needs a way to get home, wonbin had driven them here and clearly he left already.”

nodding his head, anton waved goodbye to his friend, giving you another glance before letting the door close behind him. the buzz from the overhead lights and your sniffles echoed through the open area. he continued to draw circles on your back until light cries and sniffles turned into light breathing. searching his pockets, eunseok pulled out his phone. ‘8:46PM’ stared back at him. it had been close to an hour since wonbin stormed out, and 20 minutes since the boys left.

as he looked at his screen, he could feel your body shift. finally lifting your head up from your hands — glancing over, eunseok put his phone down to move small pieces of hair that stuck to your face. wiping your cheeks with the back of his hand as well. “you alright now? i can take you home or we can just sit a little longer.” moving his hand from your back to your shoulder. “i don’t wanna,” you spoke in between sniff ,” see him right now.” it had completely slipped his mind, you two lived together. “oh yeah, sorry. i can just drive you around if you want.”

giving him a quick nod, eunseok helped you to your feet — slipping his hand around your waist as he led you out the building and into the parking lot. opening the passenger door for you, he made sure you were situated before going to his respective seat. starting the vehicle, the first part of the drive was filled with silence and eunseok making random turns as you stared out the window.

“so,” he finally decided to break the silence after nearly 10 minutes, “what happened back there?” coming to a stop, the red from the light illuminated your face. “he was being fucking stupid. saying i was ‘checking you guys out’ when i was just watching.” huffing, you let your head fall back onto the seat. “like does he not trust me around other dudes or something? but if i started to act like that when he’s around women i’d be in the wrong!” crossing your arms under your chest as you thought about the whole situation. tears threatening to roll down your face for the second time tonight. “hey its okay, calm down.” reaching over, he rubbed your leg — thinking nothing of it for the time being.

“god. i swear he just wants me to cheat or something.” looking ahead, you took notice to eunseoks’ now still hand. eyes darting over to him, his eyes were glued to the road. “what’s stopping you?” the question caught you by surprise. “because i..”

you wanna say love him. don’t you?

eunseok pulled into a vacant lot. “because you what? you love him?” he was now facing you, waiting for a response. eunseoks hand lingering on your thigh. you sat in silence.

spit it out. you don’t. at least not right now.

“no. i.. i don’t.” humming in response, eunseok leaned over the center console. lips ghosting yours. he stayed like that in silence, his eyes glued to your lips. you were quick to close the distance. lips colliding with his.

when was the last time you felt this way? this desperate. how would wonbin feel if he saw you right now?

eunseoks hands found their way your neck, pushing you closer into him. his lips curling into a smile when you whined. pulling away, a quiet snicker slipped from his lips as you caught your breath. eyes blown and lips already puffy. “get in the back.” opening the car door, eunseok walked to the back while you quickly crawled through the center. once he was seated, he tapped his lap — which you eagerly sat down in. thighs on the sides of his while his arms stretched over your waist.

it’s not too late to stop you know.

pushing the thoughts to the back of your mind, his lips found their way back to yours. feeling a little more relaxed, arms wrapping around his neck. a few minutes passed before the sound of your phone buzzing snapped you out of your trance. reaching for your purse, eunseok started to grind his hips into yours.

it’s him, isn’t it?

guilt started to kick in, this is cheating. “he’s asking where i am..” looking at eunseok, your eyes quickly started to gloss over. “tell him you went to a friends house. he doesn’t need to know you’re with me.” there was hesitation in your eyes, but you did as he said. throwing your phone to the side, his lips found yours again. a slight tremble in your touch while your hands snaked through his hair, and he noticed. his hand slipped under your shirt, massaging the skin — while his other cupped your cheeks.

it felt so intimate. would wonbin do this? did wonbin do this?

that feeling would quickly fade as eunseoks’ once gentle hands roughly pulled at your jeans. helping him, you tugged at the material, pushing it down until they laid on the car seat. pushing you to sit on his knees, the man pulled his sweats down just enough for his dick to spring up. “come on, we gotta make it quick.”

he seemed so much pushier now, what happened?

shuffling up to his lap once more, eunseok spits in his palm. giving his cock a few pumps before tapping onto your thighs — causing your body to automatically hover over his. lining himself up, the male pushed you down onto his hard-on. the stretch being even more intense from the lack of prep.

seems like he doesn’t care anymore.

he was now buried deep inside your cunt, giving you the bare minimum of time to adjust before snapping his hips into yours. eunseoks head resting in the nook of your neck — biting at the skin. “hey, no.. no marks.” but did he listen? of course not. biting harder as his pace increased. he didn’t even bother to talk to you. wasn’t this supposed to be distressing you? why aren’t you enjoying it as much now?

he was quick to finish, pulling out and jerking his way to his own climax. but you hadn’t reached yours. opening your mouth to speak, your words were cut off before they could even come out. “he’s outside, hurry up and get out so you can go home.” pushing your body onto the seat next to him, eunseok was quick to stuff himself back into his pants. opening the car door, wonbin stood just outside. eunseok slipped out, standing next to the other male. a small smile plastered on his lips — your lip gloss coating his face.

“this is your fault by the way. should have gone home.”

note- hii. i wanted to try and venture out of my comfort zone a little with my writing style AND themes. nothing too intense for now. i kinda liked writing this though. i will say it’s not one of my best works but hey, we live and we learn. if you guys enjoyed, please do tell me. i’d love to hear some feedback. also, can we tell i’m a little head-over-heels for car sex? like woah.

note 2- ALSO, took me less than 10 days to write another fic? are we proud of me guys? i feel like thats an accomplishment, im getting more confident in my craft.

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beggingforxavier · 1 year

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A Weekend in NYC // Xavier Thorpe

This is an alt! Follow my main blog: @beggingforxavierthorpe

About: Xavier finally comes to visit you in New York City for the holidays.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Oral (m & f recieving), P in V unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, spitting, talk of cum eating.

“Hey, I’m here!” You hear your boyfriend through the speaker of your phone and start to look around for him.

Grand Central Station is absolutely bustling this time of year, with the large Christmas tree in the center of the lobby.

“I’m by the main entrance. Just follow the signs and find the big tree.” You stay on the phone with him though, so enthused to finally have Xavier in your city for the first time.

It takes about ten minutes and a lot of explaining, but eventually you feel a tap on your shoulder. Whirling around, you look up into your boyfriend’s soft, green eyes.

“Hi there.” He murmurs, grinning wide at you. You let out a squeal and wrap your arms around his neck. Xavier chuckles lowly and lifts you up for a moment, abandoning his duffel bag to twirl you around. “I missed you too, sweetheart.”

Pulling back, you kiss him sweetly, before beaming up at him, your smile dazzling.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here!” You exclaim, tugging on his arm with excitement. “There’s so much I want to show you!”

He kisses your forehead, breathing you in for another second before slinging his arm around your shoulders and picking up his bag.

“Where do we begin?” He asks as you lead him out to the busy street.

“Well, I’m going to take you to the apartment so we can drop off your bag. And then I thought we could see the tree in Rockefeller Center, and also see the New Year’s ball in Times Square…” You mumble on, trying to lead him through the throngs of people rushing to their next destination.

Luckily for him, Xavier’s long legs make matching your quick pace easy.

You quickly go to your apartment, tossing his duffel inside the front door, barely giving Xavier a chance to look around before you’re pulling him out again. His cheeks are reddened in the cool New York winter breeze, and he tightens his scarf around his neck. Walking the streets at such a quick pace was quite the workout, and when you finally make it to Rockefeller Center, he’s breathing heavily. You grin up at him, used to the pace at this point, and you wrap your arm around his waist, leaning into him.

“You gonna survive?” You tease him, and he chuckles.

“I think I need one kiss, or I’ll die.” He leans down and steals one quickly, and you squeeze his waist.

“Well, we don’t want that, do we? You’ll miss this.”

The crowd parts and the tree comes into view, large, full, and so incredibly tall. Xavier lets out a little gasp and moves closer to the colorful tree. He walks right up to the barrier and gazes up in astonishment.

“How the fuck is it so big? Is it real?” He asks, gazing down at you.

“Yes, it’s real. I think they get it imported from Sweden. Norway? I can’t remember.” You shake your head and your breath clouds around your mouth.

“It’s beautiful.”

You two stand there for a few more minutes before you give him a tour, showing him Radio City Music Hall, and walking the couple blocks to Times Square.

“So that big glass ball up there is the same one on your TV that drops on New Year’s Eve.” You point up to where it is, looping your arm with his.

Xavier is overwhelmed with the number of billboards and buildings, gazing up to where you’re pointing.

“How many people live here again?” He asks, gazing around at the massive crowds.

“Like 8 million, but most of these people are tourists. We get a LOT of tourists. Like 50 million or something. It’s crazy.” You explain, walking past the shops and stopping for a minute. “Do you want to get a souvenir? We could get you a classic I heart NY shirt.”

“Maybe we should come back tomorrow? I don’t know what I’d-holy shit.” He drops your hand and moves towards the art gallery next door.

Xavier peers in the window and bites his lip, wanting to go in but he can tell its closed.

“We could come back later tonight when it’s open. We could also visit the Museum of Modern Art? I know you’d like it.” You offer, and he turns to you.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Of course I would, loser. I’d do anything for your dumb ass.” You lean up and kiss him sweetly, and he grins into the kiss, his hands finding your hips and squeezing gently.

The smell of fresh pizza fills the air, and you pull away, pecking his lips once more before gazing up into his eyes.

“How about authentic New York pizza?” You ask, grabbing your wallet from your purse. “My treat.”

Xavier huffs at the last part but allows you to drag him into the pizza shop.

When you finally get back to the apartment, it’s dark outside. You both flop onto the couch, feet sore and bellies full.

“So, d’you love it?” You look over at him, reaching out your hand for his and squeezing it once he places his palm against yours.

“I love you.” Xavier rests his head back against his arm and gazes lovingly at you. When you pout at the non-answer, he smirks. “Yes, baby. I love it here. There’s so much to do, so much to see. I’m so excited for the museum tomorrow and the shows.”

“What was your favorite part?” You ask, turning to face him.

“Seeing you again.” He answers smoothly, and you roll your eyes at him, though a grin spreads across your face. His eyes are filled with adoration as he repeats himself. “I love you.”

“I love you too, you big dork.”

You slide down so your head is in his lap, looking up at him. He smiles down at you, pushing his hair back away from his face with his hand. Meanwhile, his other moves into yours, playing with the strands and massaging your scalp. You moan softly at the attention, and you can feel his cock twitch against your cheek at your sounds.

A smirk plays on your lips, and you carefully sit up, moving from the couch and sliding to your knees in front of him.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart?” Xavier asks, raising his eyebrow but making no move to push you away.

You look up innocently from your spot between his legs and shrug.

“I don’t know.” You lean closer, reaching forward and starting to palm him through his pants.

“Oh yeah? Are you sure?”

“I want to make you feel good.” You say offhandedly, your focus on unwrapping your favorite toy from its confines.

He almost groans at your words alone, his cock already hardening from the attention your hand is giving him. The zipper of his jeans is loud in the quiet room as you unbutton his pants and free him. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and he hisses as you begin to stroke him a couple of times dry.

“Babe-“ He grabs your wrist and stops you. “Get it nice and wet first for me.”

You smile and lean forward, flattening your tongue and licking up the side of his shaft. Xavier curses and lets his head fall back a little, his hands moving to grip the edge of the couch. Your tongue swipes over the tip of his cock, collecting the precum that has begun to dribble out from his slit. Your tongue teases the tip gently, lapping at it for a few moments, knowing how wild that drives him. That earns you a louder groan, and you lean back, spitting onto his cock and then taking it fully into your mouth. Sucking gently, you begin to bob your head, taking more of him with each bob.

Xavier’s large hand finds the back of your head, forcing himself further down your throat and holding you there. Your nose presses into his skin and you choke around his cock, tears starting to leak from the corners of your eyes. You stay pressed down as long as you can, your throat spasming around him and causing the grunting sounds you currently hear. When it becomes too much, you tap on his thigh, and he immediately lets you up with a groan.

“That’s my good girl. Do you want me to pump you full? Claim you as mine?” Xavier croons, pushing your hair away from your face. When you nod, Xavier smiles and leans forward, pulling you up and into his lap. “Can you show me how badly you want it, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes.” You manage, and Xavier’s large hands grip your hips, forcing them to roll over his cock, spreading your wetness against his hard-on.

His tip pulls at your entrance while grinding a couple of times before he grips himself and starts to smack himself against your clit. You whimper and hold onto his shoulder tightly, looking down between you both. You both watch as his cock disappears into your cunt, and then you make eye contact, groaning as your mouths latch together again.

You kiss him deeply, his tongue teasing yours, and he chases your mouth when you pull away to focus on rocking your hips against his. Xavier’s hands move to grip your ass, squeezing it roughly as you lift your hips and drop them back down again. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room between your mixed groans and moans. His hand pulls back and comes down on your cheek, the sting radiating across as it jiggles. He smooths his hand over it to soothe the pain, and then does it again, wanting to see his large, red handprint marked there.

“Fuck, just like that.” He moans, his hands guiding your movements. Your walls flutter around his length as it plunges inside you over and over, squeezing him just right like always. His eyes watch the way your chest bounces with each drop of your hips, and he leans forward, about to take one of your nipples into his mouth when he grunts again. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

A laugh bubbles up in your throat at that comment, and you reach forward to stroke his cheek as he pulls your nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. Your head falls back, hips stuttering at the added stimuli. Xavier’s tongue flicks it gently before he moves to the other one, getting each nice and perked. When he removes his mouth completely, his fingers come to tug on both gently.

After a few more moments, Xavier lifts you off him and kisses your shoulder before sliding out from beneath you. His tall frame stands up behind you, pushing you onto your hands and knees on the couch. Your cheek presses into the cushion as he drives his cock back inside you.

“Oh, shit.” You whimper, your toes curling as he presses even deeper inside of you, burying himself to the hilt before pulling back and snapping his hips roughly into yours.

Xavier sets a brutal pace, leaning forward over you, one of his hands pressing on your shoulders to ensure your face is digging into the cushion below you, the other moving around to slap at your clit. You moan louder, trying to meet his thrusts but the pace is too quick for you. One particularly rough slap to your clit shoots tingles of mixed pain and pleasure through your body. You can almost feel the blood in your body move to your lower extremities, making your cunt throb around him.

“Such a pretty little slut. ‘M gonna give you all my cum.” He grunts out, hips ramming harder now.

His tip nudges against your sweet spot with every thrust now, and your legs begin to shake. He moves a hand to your hair, yanking you flush against his chest before tilting your head towards his.

“Open.” He says firmly, and you let your mouth drop open immediately.

Xavier proceeds to spit in your mouth, and you savor it, moaning greedily and opening again for him. He obliges and does it again for you. His assault on your clit never stops, and it only takes a couple more minutes before your walls are tightening around his cock, and you’re falling apart.

Your cries are loud, and he moves his hand up to your throat, silencing you with a kiss. He thrusts through your orgasm, before bottoming out completely, as deep as he can get, and cumming hard for you. Xavier lets out an extended groan low in his throat as he stays buried inside you. After a few moments, he lowers you back onto your hands and knees, pulling out.

His release drips out of you, and he dips his fingers in your messy cunt and pushes it right back inside.

“You look so pretty with a full cunt.” He murmurs to you, and you flush, wiggling your hips a little for him. “Who gets to fill this delicious pussy? Who does it belong to?”

“You.” Your voice is hoarse from all the moaning, but you respond automatically.

“That’s right. I own this pussy. It’s mine. And you’re my little breedable slut, aren’t you?” His eyes are trained on your leaking hole, but he smooths his hand over your cheeks lovingly.

“Yes, baby. I’m all yours.” You slowly move so you can kiss him.

Xavier kisses you back briefly, before his stomach rumbles and he pulls away.

“Good. Now, how about we finish that pizza we brought home? I’m suddenly starved. No idea why.” He teases, and you giggle.

“I can’t think of anything either.” You grin, shaking your head. “But maybe I’m just fucked dumb.”

Xavier groans at your words and pulls you in for another kiss. He almost growls into it before grabbing your legs and tugging on them, making you lay on your back.

“Actually, the pizza can wait. I have my meal right here.”

When his tongue laps at your hole, collecting your mixed releases, you both groan at the same time.

It’s official. Xavier loves New York. But he loves one thing more. You.

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aloneinthehellfire · 3 months

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Chapter One: A New Friend, A New Enemy

The Pariahs That Saved The World (Masterlist)

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: mentions of death, canon descriptions (vecna's curse)

[A/N: Thank you to everyone who seems really excited about this! I am going to try and post for this one weekly, just so I have enough time between uni and work to write new chapters :) This one is a little long, but I needed to set up Reader's character a little more so enjoy!]

The Introduction <-

A New Friend, A New Enemy

“Y/n!”

You slip off your headphones and greet your grandmother with a smile, laughing when she squeezed you tight. It had been almost 8 months since you watched her wave her hand of farewell in the rear view mirror. You had missed her the most, you think. Her warm hugs, her calming perfume, the way she cared for you.

“Come on, I’ve made us some lunch.” She hurries you inside and you laugh again.

“I need to grab the rest of my things, first.” You shake your head in amusement, escaping her clutches and darting back to the taxi, thanking the man for pulling out your luggage.

Just as you hitch your duffel bag over your shoulder, your eyes catch something familiar a few houses down. A worn out and beaten Chevrolet sat abandoned outside of its former resident’s house, a white piece of paper resembling a ticket you had seen when the mechanics would return your property if not claimed. You could just make out the ‘for sale’ sign driven into the mud, your heart wrenching. You had hoped your return would be free from unwanted memories. That obviously didn’t exist in Hawkins.

“So, tell me everything. How’s Stanford?” Gran rushes through with excitement just as your feet are barely inside the door. “Oh, we are so proud of you, honey. Our little star, a Stanford journalist!”

“Gran, you know it’s only my first year, I haven’t even managed to write anything let alone publish it.” You say, following her with your bags. She was leading you up to the guest room. Well, technically, it was your room. You had never really accepted that.

“Oh, did you notice the Hargroves house is for sale?” She whispers out like an unspeakable secret, and you dump your bags on the floor.

“Yeah, I saw.” You try to remain emotionless, rolling your shoulder until the usual ache faded. You were used to it now, the muscles flaring up every now and then.

“Apparently- now, you didn’t hear it from me…” She starts to lean in and you suppress a smile. Your grandmother, the gossiper. “Apparently, the husband just took off.”

“What?” You suddenly gain interest, frowning.

“Oh, yeah. The end of last summer.” She nods knowingly. “Must have been hard for them after their son died. It was a tragedy. And that poor girl… Andrea down the road told me she and the mother were forced to move into the trailer park down by Kerley. Not fit for a child, if you ask me.”

“They obviously couldn’t afford anywhere else.” You say, mostly to yourself, and Gran simply hums in agreement.

“Oh, which reminds me, Melanie, the one with the bird nest hair, she…”

She begins rambling once again about the neighbourhood, obviously pleased to have her granddaughter back so she can share the gossip. You listened intently, nodding when you needed to, offering your own remarks when prompted. You loved your Gran. The thought of her being alone in this house affected you more than you realise.

The real reason you were back wasn’t because you had missed Hawkins. In fact, you were set on your Spring Break exploring Stanford and all it had to offer. But about two months ago, your grandad was omitted to the hospital and a week later, he was no longer with you. Your Gran had shared how his health had been deteriorating for a while now, that they had expected it sooner or later. So, in the end, it wasn’t a surprise. It didn’t make it any less sad.

“Should I be expecting guests for dinner?” She asks and you blink, frowning.

“Guests?”

“Your friends.” She reiterates, already busying her hands by pulling out your already folded clothes from your suitcase and refolding them how she liked it. “I assume everyone will be anxious to see you. It’s been eight months, hasn’t it?”

“Uh…” You purse your lips, shrugging. “I don’t know, I thought it could just be the two of us tonight.”

Gran gently places down a sweater and eyes you suspiciously. “So, you’ll be seeing them tomorrow?”

“Maybe.” You give off the first vague answer in your head, fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket and sitting down on the plush bedding behind you.

“Hm.” She sounds, sliding shut the first drawer before she silently walks around the bed and sits beside you. “You won’t be seeing them, will you?”

It wasn’t a question. You lift your eyes to meet hers and sigh.

“We aren’t as close as we were before, Gran. It’s… complicated.” You decide and she takes your hand in hers.

“You’ve known them since you were just a little sprout.” She ruffles your hair and you cringe, laughing and batting her hand away. “I’m sure whatever happened can’t be so complicated that you can’t… I don’t know, catch up over coffee? Or whatever you kids are doing these days.”

“I wish it was like that.” You say, and you meant it. After a moment, she seems to understand that you didn’t want to continue this particular conversation and she stands, brushing her outfit back into simple perfection.

“Well, sandwiches, anyone?” She offers and you grin, nodding.

The day before you left for Stanford, you were contemplating whether or not it was the right choice. Gran was right, you have known them since you were a kid. But last summer changed all of that. You weren’t sure you could see their faces ever again.

So, rather than try and find them, you decided to spend the next day unpacking. You’d be here for a month so it made sense to have everything neat and tidy. It was just until the funeral, and then you’d be back at college and studying away any memory of Hawkins being your home. Because it wasn’t. Not anymore.

You can hear the distant ring of the phone echoing up the stairs, continuing to pull out your books. You might as well be caught up with your classes if you were going to spend all your time inside.

“Y/n!” Gran calls up and you push away from the desk to lean over the banister.

“Yeah?” You ask as she stares up at you, the phone in her left hand while the right covered the receiver.

“It’s your friend.” She says with a small smile and your face drops into a frown. “She says it’s urgent.”

“Uh…” You shake your head. Who would be calling you? “Yeah, I’ll be down in a sec.”

Gran nods and relays the information, setting the phone on the side table and disappearing back into the kitchen.

Your footsteps were wary as you descend the staircase, eyes set on the white object beside one of your grandmother’s vases. There was a hauntingly familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through your body, one you hadn’t felt in a long time. Once you reach the table, you shift your focus to the photo frame. It was small, a collected memory from a few years ago now. You were stood there smiling, the camera capturing you in pleasant surprise when a brunette girl behind you had jumped onto your back. It made your eyes sting, and you knew you had to make the decision to answer the call.

Hesitantly picking up the phone, you hold it to your ear and close your eyes.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” Nancy’s voice blares through and your eyes snap back open.

Barrels of apologies and excuses spewed from her lips and you stand in silent shock, clutching the receiver a little too tight. She could only be calling for one reason. You had known it before you had even answered the phone.

Something was happening in Hawkins. Again. And if Nancy was calling for help, then she truly needed it.

And you’d never let her down.

“Have we met before?” You ask, studying the girl stood next to you.

The walls of the archive were surprisingly bright, shining an iridescent hue on her dark blonde locks. Her blue eyes were blinking back at you, pink lips stuck in a soft pucker of indecision. She was pretty. Really pretty. And at the same time she looked effortlessly cool, a jacket you wished you own. Something about her felt familiar to you, drawing you in.

Then a pang of guilt hits you and you force your concentration on waiting for her answer.

Robin felt weak. Who were you? It was taking everything in her to open her mouth and speak which, as literally everyone knew, was incredibly unlike her.

“I don’t think so.” Robin finally breathes out. There was softness in the way you spoke to her too, calming her nerves. Those strange waves of anxiety were being taken with the tide like you were her lighthouse in the stormy sea of her mind.

“Oh.” You scrunch your face with a smile. “Well, it’s nice to meet you.”

She was surprised to see you put out your hand but she willingly shakes it anyway, smiling back.

When you pull away, Robin seems a little more comfortable, coming closer to peer down at your old project folder, reading along with Nancy. You tried not to stare, busying your eyes with your own work in Nancy’s hands.

“Anything… juicy over there?” Robin asks Nancy and the girl throws her a tight lipped smile.

“Nothing new yet.” She responds and you notice the strain in her voice. She adopted it any time she was struggling to enjoy somebody’s presence.

“Victor seemed like a normal guy. Dead family, missing eyes, took a plea deal, sent to Pennhurst. Blah, blah, blah, blah.” Robin utters as she skims over the page below, slowly raising her head to look at Nancy. “What are we looking for exactly?”

Nancy doesn’t respond and continues flicking through the pages, making Robin’s eyes widen.

“Nance?” She tries again and you frown.

“She’s focused.” You offer, smiling. “She zones in so much that she zones out sometimes.”

“Right.” She nods slowly, still staring at her. “Um, so are we, uh… looking for any mentions of dark wizards or alternate dimensions? Things in that vein?”

You remember something and open your mouth to speak before Nancy interrupts with a huff.

“I don’t know, okay?” She sighs loudly, leaning against the desk and meeting Robin’s eyes. “It’s starting to seem like this was just a big waste of time. And you’re obviously bored so why don’t you just call Steve? I’m sure he’ll come pick you up. And I mean, I’m not really in danger here, so…”

With that, she walks away from the table and grabs another folder you had brought, furiously flipping through as she travels down a different staircase to the filing room. Your eyebrows raise.

“Woah.” You simply say, noticing Robin’s frown. “She’s, uh… hell, I don’t even know. Nance gets ultra focused when she thinks she has a lead on something and, well… she doesn’t like to get it wrong. Which is understandable.”

“So, she acts like this with other people?” She asks and you tighten your lips.

“Um…”

“Okay, that’s a no.” Robin groans, dragging her hands down her face. “I’m trying, I really am, I just struggle with whatever the hell bonding is meant to be, I mean me and Steve literally only bonded because we were both getting tortured and thought we would die. Which, no, not an ideal way to start a friendship but you know what, it’s better than whatever the hell this is.”

“You were at Starcourt?” You frown and she looks back at you, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up-”

“No, no, it’s okay.” She waves her hands, “I, um… no one really mentions it anymore. Unless it’s the news and they’re pretending like it was a-”

“Fire, yeah. I heard.” You say, staring at the stairs Nancy descended. “How did all of this start?”

“Excuse me?” She blinks and you turn your attention back to her.

“This… Vecna, was it? How did it start?” You repeat, shaking your head. “Nancy could only tell me so much over the phone so I’m a little behind.”

“A girl was found dead in the trailer park.” Robin relays, gulping. “Chrissy Cunningham? She’s a cheerleader. Was. They found her with all her bones snapped and her eyes were… gone. They think Eddie Munson did it-”

“Eddie?” You gasp, and Robin looks surprised. “No, Eddie wouldn’t do that-”

“We know. Trust me.” She says hurriedly, “He told us everything that happened. Apparently she was floating in the air and her bones were snapping- it’s a really gruesome story but the same thing, like, just happened to Fred and we need to figure out who this Vecna is before someone else gets hurt.”

“Okay.” You breathe and she raises her brow.

“Okay? I just unloaded a dump of hell onto you, and it’s okay?” She sounded intrigued and you shrug.

“The last few years have been… weird. To the point where weird sounds normal now.” You say, a soft frown on your features.

Robin wasn’t entirely sure where you fit into all of this. Sure, you had information they needed, you’ve been a part of their group for some time, you made sense. What she was struggling to understand is why you were here now. And why you weren’t here before.

“How’d you meet everyone?” You ask before she can. Any thought she had of questioning your arrival was cleverly misplaced. For the moment.

“I worked with Steve at Scoops Ahoy last year.” Robin nods and you frown.

“But I never…” You start before your eyes widen, mouth curling into a smile. “Oh my god, yes! I do remember you!”

“You do?” Robin tries to comb back through her memories.

“Yeah, Max dragged me there maybe… a week after it opened? She was telling me about Steve’s little sailor outfit and of course, I didn’t believe her, so she had to show me proof.” You giggle to yourself, meeting her eyes. “I remember you were taking a break outside, Max introduced us. Well, kind of. She never got to my name before Steve arrived with that stupid frown on his face.”

“I don’t remember that.” She frowns and you bite your lip, shoving your hands into your jacket pockets. “Sorry, I don’t mean that in like, a mean girl way. I mean, my memory is apparently broken because I’m very sure I would have remembered you. Not in a weird way, either, like- I just think you make an impression on people- a good one. Not a bad one.”

“It’s okay.” You laugh and she shakes her head enough to make her bangs sway in her embarrassment. “I looked a lot different then. And I was, like, super shy. I was probably hiding my face or something.”

“Hold on.” She blinks with a smirk. “You’re the girl? Like, the girl?”

“Am I meant to know what that means?” You squint your eyes.

Robin simply laughs to herself until she clocks your confusion. “No, I… Max did bring someone in for, like, one of our first ever shifts together. I remember because when they left, Steve looked like some kicked puppy and I couldn’t work with him and that stupid frown so I made him tell me what was bothering him. Apparently, the girl that left was the girl he couldn’t get in high school and it ‘haunts’ him. It’s so stupid.”

You go quiet and her eyes widen.

“Oh god.” She covers her mouth. “Did I talk too much again? God, I’m sorry- I literally can’t control my mouth.”

“No, you’re right.” You say, shaking your head. “Steve… he and I don’t really get along. Opposite ends of the high school popularity pool until I won this debate contest and suddenly everyone wanted to be my friend. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but suddenly I was on Steve’s radar and, well, you know the rest.”

“You can do better.” She simply nods and you raise your eyebrow at her remark. “What? Oh, he’s amazing now. Like, a genuine gentleman kind of guy, but King Steve? Whew, that boy needed a leash or something.”

“You guys are pretty close, huh?” You ask and she smiles.

“Yeah, he’s my best…” She begins before her face drops. Oh.

“What?” You ask when she starts walking away.

“I know why!” She exclaims before turning her heel and marching down those steps to Nancy, finding her sorting through the filing cabinet.

If Nancy heard her, she didn’t acknowledge it. Robin felt so stupid. It had been a while since she’d been a part of ‘girl world’ or, more specifically, ‘girl-code world’. The thought of there being any tension hadn’t even crossed her mind before.

“You do know that Steve and I are, like, totally not a thing, right?” Robin asks breathlessly, leaning against the wooden banister.

“What?” Nancy frowns, shaking her head and turning to look over her shoulder.

“So I figure that you and Jonathan are still going strong ‘cause you guys are going to college together, and you’re like one of those unstoppable power couples, but I… I just… I wanted to make sure that you knew that Steve and I are just friends. Like, platonic with a capital P.”

Nancy’s response in underwhelming at best, a tight lipped smile and Robin almost groans in frustration. She can hear your sneakers steadily descend the stairs and she turns back.

“Just in case that’s adding any tension between us.” She expresses to Nancy and you frown at the interaction.

“It wasn’t.” Nancy replies and Robin sighs.

“Uh…” You start to say, both pairs of eyes immediately looking at you. “Sorry to, um, interrupt. I have stuff I need to do…”

“Right.” Nancy blinks apologetically, looking back at the folder in her hands. “I’m so sorry, I really thought I was going to find something. I… I didn’t want to drag you into this, really, it’s just-”

“Hawkins.” You finish her sentence, stepping off the final stair and leaning against the banister. “Yeah, I know.”

“Holy shit.” Robin gasps, suddenly grabbing the folder out of Nancy’s hands despite her silent protest. “Is that from The Weekly Watcher?”

She points to a specific part of one of the tabs and you move to peer over her shoulder, nodding.

“Don’t they write about, like, Bigfoot and UFOs?” Nancy scoffs, already dismissing the idea.

“First of all, UFOs are absolutely real. Bigfoot I’m still on the fence about.” She comments and you hum agreement. “But may I remind you we are looking for information on dark wizards? If someone’s gonna write about that, it’s gonna be these weirdos.”

“She’s not wrong.” You add and Nancy’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Yeah, there’s a whole article about Victor Creel. He claimed that a vengeful demon killed his family. Obviously I only added a reference for context, I never actually believed it. You know, before…”

You vaguely gesture the space around you and Robin flips the page over.

“According to several insiders, Victor believed his house was haunted by an ancient demon.” Robin read aloud, and you could feel the goosebumps prickle along your skin. “Victor allegedly hired a priest to exorcise the demon from his home- pretty novel for the 50s, Exorcistwasn’t even out yet.”

“Keep- keep going.” Nancy insisted and Robin frowns.

“That’s all that’s here.” She says and Nancy looks at you.

“He claimed that the exorcism failed.” You recall, staring at the cut out photo of the Creel Family. “He said it angered the demon. It murdered his family, removing their eyes.”

“Did it say why he wasn’t killed?” Robin questions.

“Victor believed he was spared as a punishment.” You say with a twist in your stomach. His whole family died. He was all alone.

“Yeah, that’s pretty convenient for Victor.” Nancy mumbles and Robin frowns.

“Yeah, or super inconvenient.” She challenges, her eyes looking at yours for support. You simply nod, feeling sick. “Victor was declared legally insane by the court, right? Well, what if this is why? I mean, it sounds pretty insane, it just didn’t go public because-”

“The plea bargain.” Nancy jumps in, and you can see her trying to slot all the pieces together, “The records were sealed.”

“What if a demon did invade Victor’s home.” Robin glances between you both. “It’s just, this demon wasn’t any old demon.”

“It was Vecna.” Nancy finishes, and you immediately start shaking your head.

“Okay, you guys got everything you need?” You quickly rush out, sorting the folder around so it would shut. “Actually, you know what, you guys can just keep that, I need to-”

“You’re leaving?” Nancy frowns, following you as you jog back up the stairs and to where you had dumped your bag before. Robin hurriedly grabbed your folder and followed suit.

“Yeah, I told you, I have stuff to do.” You mutter an excuse, slipping your bag over your shoulder.

“But what about-”

“No, Nance.” You suddenly say, much stricter than you intended it to be. You pause your steps, taking a deep breath to look her in the eye. “I hate that there’s something new terrorising Hawkins. And I’m sorry you have to deal with it. I am. But that’s your choice. I can’t do this again.”

Robin stood there, clutching your folder to her chest. Nancy was struggling with her words, and you didn’t look like you were going to stick around long enough to hear them.

“We need you.” Robin blurts and you look at her, frowning. “I’m sorry, but we do. You know more about this case than any of us, you dedicated, what, a whole month? Maybe more? To learn about the Creel House, about the murders. You have information we can’t possible find because Hawkins doesn’t like to keep around its records of murder, and- and Nancy said you were great at this detective stuff which basically means you know what we need to do next.”

Rather than respond, you start weighing your options. The best decision you ever made was leaving all of this behind. Stanford had everything you wanted; hope. Anytime you decided to help them, it was always your life you were risking. That they were risking. Why would this time be any different?

“I really hope you win this.” You finally say, offering half a smile before you push through those doors and don’t look back, disappearing into the darkening shadows outside.

“Damn it.” Nancy curses, resting a hand on her hip and the other on a table.

“What happened between you guys?” Robin asks into the silence and Nancy looks up.

“What do you-”

“I don’t want a vague answer.” She says, still clutching onto the folder pressed against her chest. “She looked terrified. Which, yeah, it makes a lot of sense under normal circumstances. But this was more like PTSD kind of terrified. What the hell happened last year that no one’s telling me?”

The silence left Robin in the dark, Nancy’s features pouring over in restrained emotion.

By the time you had dug out your keys with trembling hands, you could feel the prickling of tears threaten to spill at any moment. They had no right to ask that of you. Especially not Nancy. She was there last year, she knows why you left. And yet again, none of them were listening to you.

You sat in your grandad’s old armchair for about an hour, a book resting on your lap but it remained untouched. It would just be another distraction, another reason to pretend like nothing was wrong. To stop yourself from remembering, feeling.

It’s why you went to Stanford, really. You didn’t care about journalism like you used to. But the work load was almost unbearable, which meant that every waking moment would need to be dedicated to studying. If you didn’t occupy your mind, you’d have to relive last year.

“Hi, sweetie.” Gran says as she enters the room, a shopping bag in one hand. You hadn’t even heard her key in the door. “Did you see your friends?”

“Yeah.” You clear your throat, setting aside the book and leaning forward.

“What did you kids get up to?” She asks before quickly disappearing into the kitchen to set down her groceries. When she returns, you have your head in your hands.

You can feel her fingers gently pry away your hands as she takes the chair opposite you, smiling like she already knew what was going through your head. Looking at her, the way her eyes were glazing over, you felt so selfish. You had left to escape everything that happened last year, and you had left her for months to deal with it all alone. Here you were, wallowing in self pity because your friends hadn’t been there for you when you needed them, and it turns out you’re doing the exact same thing to her.

“I’m so sorry.” You say, wiping away the tear that trickles down your cheek. “I should have stayed with you and Grandad.”

“What?” She frowns lightly, shaking her head. “Darling, no. All we ever wanted for you was to get out into the world, find something that made you happy.”

“But I’m not happy.” You express, catching a sob that threatened to escape. “I just wanted to get away, get out of Hawkins. I wasn’t even thinking about it, I- I just couldn’t…”

Her hand suddenly finds your own, squeezing it tight.

“It’s okay.” She says and you lift your head up. She continued smiling, but it was much sadder now. “No one can expect you to move on from what happened last year as quick as that.”

“And what if I never move on?”

“It’s not about moving on.” She smiles. “It’s about acceptance. It’s about holding onto the memory because you cherish it, not because you are haunted by it.”

The clock in the distance could be heard counting the seconds as you sit there in silence. She was right, as per usual. You weren’t letting yourself feel. You should be embracing the fact that you still had her. Even with all Hawkins has been through, you still had her.

Your heart pangs with panic. She was still here.

“I should be getting to bed-”

“Come with me.” You offer suddenly and she raises her eyebrows.

“To Stanford?” She says as if it were absurd.

“I’m serious. Let’s move away, start fresh. We’ll find somewhere new, Gran. Please.” You beg and she offers a smile, capturing your hand by placing another on top.

“Hawkins is my home. It always has been. I was born here, I met the love of my life here. I watched my little one grow up and, when he had little ones of their own, I watched them grow up too. This is where my family is. I… I can’t leave.”

“No, don’t worry, I’ll get it.” You say, smiling. “You should get some rest.”

Your heart wrenches. If only she knew what you did. About what really happens in Hawkins, what lurks there in the dark. She can’t stay here, not when you know it isn’t safe. Not when she’s all you have left.

Three knocks echo out from the front door, and Gran shifts in her seat, quickly glancing at the clock. Who would be here at this hour?

“Thank you.” She stands with you, squeezing your hand as she dropped it. “Try and get some rest.”

You wait until she’s heading up the stairs and out of earshot before you rush to the door, gently brushing aside the small curtain and frowning at the silhouette. It wasn’t who you had expected.

The door is open barely four inches before she starts talking at you, ring-donned hands clasped together.

“Look, I know we’ve literally just met. And I probably- no, I definitely don’t have the right to ask you to stay with us, but we’re basically alone right now. Half of us are in California, we don’t have any connections in the sheriff’s department anymore. Everyone who would know what to do is gone, and you’re kinda the only person left who can help us. I get so much happened to you last year and I- I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but if there’s even a tiny part of you that wants to do this, then please listen to it. Please.”

Robin didn’t know what she was expecting when she left the school. Her feet had taken her further than her mind was planning, but she knew she had to find you. Max was in trouble, and they were all way in over their heads to not have help. Nancy refused to bother you any further, and she understood, she really did, but this wasn’t a normal circumstance. This was bigger than all of them, bigger than everyone.

“Robin?” You say, brows scrunched together in surprise. She thins her lips.

“Sorry to just blurt that all out, but I didn’t know if you were just gonna slam the door on me- or maybe I’d forget what I wanted to say.” She explained, feeling the embarrassment creeping up her cheeks. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing to you. “Max is in trouble.”

“What?” You sobered at the thought, leaning closer to her. Then, in a moment of split decision, you glance back up the stairs before stepping outside and closing the door behind you. “What happened?”

“We found a connection between all the victims.” Robin tries to explain, and you noticed how expressive she was with her hands. “Basically, Max has the same symptoms as the rest of them, and she’s, like, 100% sure she’s next of Vecna’s kill list.”

“Is she okay?” You ask, and Robin can see the desperation behind your eyes.

“Yeah. Shaken up, but she’s fine. For now.” She clears her throat, a pleading look as she stares at you. “We need to find Vecna as fast as we possibly can before he can get to her. I… I know about what happened last year. About your dad.”

You seem taken aback by her knowledge, eyes darting down to your shoes.

“I don’t blame you for wanting to leave all of this behind.” She sympathises, and she let herself be much calmer than she felt. “But I’m asking you if you’ll help us.”

Your heart was aching as you wipe your sweaty palms against your jeans, barely even feeling the cold rush of wind hitting your bare arms. You had meant what you said earlier; you couldn’t do this again. It took everything in you to move out of Hawkins, go to college and live a life the person you loved the most couldn’t do anymore.

But you were currently stood in front of a door. And behind that door, was the last person you had left, and she wasn’t planning on leaving her home any time soon. As it turned out, fleeing wasn’t an option for everyone else.

“I’ll do it.”

Robin blinks, studying you for any ounce of uncertainty. You looked deadly serious.

Maybe, just maybe, with you by their side, they were taking down Vecna after all.

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DHP Pt. 8

Warnings: angst, oral

Series ML

JJ doesn’t say anything at my confession. If anything he seems annoyed by it, his brows coming together in confusion as he looks away from me. I’m about to demand he say something or I’ll start crying but he slowly stands, offering me his hand.

“I gotta finish loading up the rest of my stuff in my truck then you can follow me to the Chateau.” I take his hand, unease filling my gut.

“Do the Pogues know about—?”

“About us sleeping together? No. They’ll definitely get a kick out of me getting someone pregnant though. They always joked it would be me first.” A pain of jealousy goes through me but I ignore it, following him into his old house.

“Better to rip the bandaid off. They’re cool.” JJ says, grabbing a few black duffel bags off the floor and leading me back outside. I glance around the living room, masking my distaste but also the guilt for making JJ come back here. It was trashed. It screamed toxic and hurt.

I quickly followed him back outside, gasping when I feel a flutter in my stomach and quickly cupping my bump.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” JJ asks frantically, placing his large palm over my stomach without hesitation.

“I think I feel him kicking.” I whisper, my eyes wide as I try to find the movement again. It happens, firmly against JJ’s palm and I watch the way his eyes light up. His smile is blinding as we wait for another kick, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

“He’s kicking.” JJ breathes, smiling down at me like he’s just won the lottery. I guess in a way he has. I wanted to build a life better than what he’s leaving behind. What we’re leaving behind. One things for sure, I always wanted to see him smile like that.

“Congratulations?” Pope says with a grimace, looking around to the rest of the Pogues as they pass around the ultrasound pictures. I expected some sort of reaction from Kiara but her expression remains stoic from the moment she saw us arrive.

“Guys! This is good news! He even has JJ’s nose!” Sarah beams, leaning into John B as she smiles. It was odd that the baby - our son - resembled JJ so much already. Would he even look like me at all?

“We didn’t even know you were together.”

“They’re not.” Kiara’s irritated voice rings out among the group, causing everyone to look at her. “Just fucking, right J?” Kiara shoots JJ a look and I stiffen.

“Kie—.” JJ starts but she shakes her head, getting to her feet.

“Did you tell them what you did at Midsummers? How you almost drowned Bryce in a fucking toilet? He’s going to come for all of us. He’s not going to just let her walk away. Pregnant or not.”

“What the fuck—?” Someone says but I’m shaking my head, taking a step towards the angry brunette.

“Bryce doesn’t care about me. He’s with someone else.” I snap. How dare she try to act like she knows more about my own life than I do.

“How long has this been going on? Bryce’s family is powerful. More powerful than Topper’s.” Sarah asks.

“All summer? Since that first fight, right?” Kiara announces with an angry shake of her head.

“Shut up, Kie. You don’t know—.” JJ starts but she cuts him off with a wave of her hand.

“No it’s fine. You got your family now, right? Everything you ever wanted. A son on the way. A Kook on your arm. Your dad is gone. Do you even need us anymore?” Pope reaches for Kiara to calm her down but she jerks away from him, stomping towards the house and disappearing inside with a loud slam of the front door.

“Don’t worry about her. Kie takes awhile to come around.” Sarah appears next to me, taking my hand as she continues to stare down at the ultrasound picture. I force a smile, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“I can’t get into my apartment until tomorrow. Is it fine if we stay here tonight?” JJ sits down next to John B, taking Sarah’s seat as she gushes over baby items and names.

“Yea man, whatever you guys need.” John B throws an arm over his best friends shoulder, giving him a side hug as they smile to themselves.

“Another Pogue, huh? Is he going to have sticky fingers like his father?” John B teases, making the rest of the group laugh.

“I’ll take the floor if you want the bed.” JJ says, a pillow and blanket under each arm. I roll my eyes as I climb into the small bed. It oddly enough felt comforting to be in his bed wearing his clothes to sleep in. Even though he called his dads house home, the Chateau was his safe place. This was his bed and his space.

“You think we can’t sleep next to each other? I’m already pregnant.” I tease, watching as he bites back a smile with a shake of his head. JJ flips the lights off before crawling in next to me, careful not to touch me. My hearts races in my chest just from being so close to him but eventually we both drift off in comfortable silence after a long day.

I jolt awake, the intense dream I just had wrecking me from the inside out. These hormones were no joke. I was constantly undeniably horny. It was a wet dream and I'd almost came in my panties. My breath comes in pants as I try to slow my racing heart but my clit was throbbing painfully while JJ slept peacefully next to me.

If I got up, he'd surely wake up. Maybe I can just quietly get myself off and go back to sleep. It felt wrong to do this next to him while he slept but the ache was too great. I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep like this.

I lift up my hips and slowly push his basketball shorts down my thighs. I slide my hand between my legs, my body jerking when my fingers find my slick, plump clit through my panties. It takes everything in me not to moan as I push my panties down next. My entire body practically trembles as I push two fingers to my clit, using my other hand to bite down on. I was so close already, this would be quick and I could go back to sleep. I widen my legs as much as I can, planting my heels in the mattress as I gather my wetness and press into my opening. I gasp against my hand, biting down on my own flesh as I push two fingers inside myself. I can't help it as my back starts to arch off the bed and I have to stop to catch my breath. I felt like I was going to scream. The intensity wasn't something I'd experienced before from just a dream. I'm about to say fuck it and go into the bathroom when a hand finds my wrist, pulling my hand free. I suck in a breath as JJ props himself up next to me, the heat in his gaze undeniable.

"I-I'm sorry. I can't help it. These hormones are so intense." I whisper, my thighs trembling with my impending release.

"Fuck." JJ bites out, his hand releasing my wrist to slip back between my thighs. He's hesitant with his touch, like he's afraid I'm too sensitive. When his fingers brush my clit, I keen, my back arching off the mattress.

"You're so wet." He murmurs, gently circling my clit as I shake uncontrollably next to him.

"I know. I can't help it. It won't stop." I cry softly, clenching my teeth as he circles my entrance.

"This happens a lot?" JJ rasps, bringing his fingers back to my clit.

"I've been uncontrollably horny for weeks. I brought my toys but they're packed away." I admit, my face heating with embarrassment.

"Toys. As in multiple." JJ shakes with a laugh before moving between my legs, dropping down on his stomach. He moves my legs over his shoulders, his hands finding my hips as he looks up at me with those fucking lust filled eyes.

"Cover your face with the pillow. Don't want you screaming the house down." JJ instructs, not looking away as he licks a stripe up my slit. I nod in agreement, taking the pillow out from under my head and bringing it down over my face. It almost made it worse not being able to see him. I feel his breath fan across my pussy before he flicks my clit. I jerk, feeling his hands tighten on my hips before he does it again.

"God, you're so creamy. I'm going to have to change the sheets." JJ's deep, husky voice has me clenching around nothing while attempting to lift my hips in search of his mouth. His skilled mouth finds my clit, licking and sucking until I explode, my cries muffled by the pillow. The wave keeps coming, not allowing me a moment to breathe as I cum again and again on his tongue until we’re both drenched. My thighs tremble uncontrollably, attempting to clamp shut on their own but JJ fights me, keeping them open as he feasts endlessly.

“JJ, please, please, I can’t take anymore. Please stop.” I yank on his hair, my eyes pricked with tears as another orgasm rips through me. I slowly come back down from seeing stars, my chest heaving as I open my eyes to find the pillow gone and JJ on top of me.

Just by the intensity in his eyes and the way he’s trembling, I think he might give in and kiss me. I want him to. I could feel how hard he was through his thin shorts, his cock pressed firmly against my thigh. My body and heart ache for him but the longer we stay unmoving, the more I see his walls being put back up and he sighs, rolling off me.

“I’m sorry. I—.”

“Don’t apologize. I’ll take care of you while my child is inside you. I don’t want you hooking up with anyone else.” JJ says sternly, not seeing the look I shoot at him in the dark.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” I deadpan, rolling over to give him my back, the mood officially over.

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rescuehumans-runtotherescue · 7 months

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Close up Inspection Of Cody’s Belongings In The Pizza Pi Episode

There are some duplicates that make sense and others that don’t.

Downstairs:

1. Comic books

2. Binoculars

3. Teddy bear, possibly in a police shirt.

4. Dinosaur stuffy

5. Rubber Ducky #1

6. Action figure

7. Books with a picture of a fire on the front, probably lad pioneer books.

8. Books with the Griffin Rock emblem.

9. Water tank (?) #1 & #2

10. Just books in general.

11. Tuba

12. Lantern. I thought there was a duplicate in the upstairs scene, but there is not.

13. Duck tape

14. Big Dice

15. Phone (?)

16. A couple newspapers

17. Soccer ball #1

18. Magician hat #1 (call back to the Bots and Robbers episode when he was the villain in his school play).

19. Baseball bat #1

20. Trumpet

21. Boombox #1

22. Robot and Dinosaur toys

23. Life vest and possible water safety books with it.

24. Basketball #1

This is the zoom in, some stuff is moved around but the only things here that weren’t seeable in the wide shot are

25. Notebook #1?

26. What looks like an iPhone?

Upstairs:

27. Cardboard Optimus Head

28. Med kit #1

29. Jacks

30. Fire Extinguisher #1

31. Magician hat #2

32. Rubber ducky #2. I realize now it autocorrected to runny in this pic, but I’m not changing it now.

33. Teddy bear, possibly in a police shirt #2

34. Moose Hat

35. Cup

36. Various Stuffies

37. Notebook #2?

38. Baseball #1

39. Baseball bat #2

40. Rocket toy #1

41. Rocket toy #2

42. Board game

43. Basketball #2

44. More books

45. Clothes

46. Rubber ducky #3

47. Pringles can? Back side of water bottle?

48. Baseball #2

49. Plant

50. Soccer ball #2

51. Duffel Bag

52. Foam Finger

There was a zoom in shot with Graham on the ground but there was no new stuff so I’ve left it out.

53. Rackets

54. Cleats

55. More clothes. Clothes everywhere. He’s a teenage boy though, c’mon.

56. More books

57. CD?

58. Soccer ball #3

49. Boombox #2

50. Med kit #2

51. Fire extinguisher #2

52. Another book

53. Rubber ducky #4

Spitting thoughts out:

Lmao notice how there is stuff all over the downstairs and the upstairs hallways and staircases but he left the kitchen mostly clean? Same. Getting to food = important.

So it makes sense that they have multiple med kits and fire extinguishers because they’re a rescue family.

Cody seems to have a lot of dinosaur related little kid stuff so Dino kid confirmed.

He seems to be a big reader but Cody’s a smart kid so yeah we could’ve figured that. Also I bet Charlie has preached the need to get off the internet and do other things.

Makes sense that he has a lot of soccer balls because apparently it’s the family sport. Kade, Dani, and Graham have lots of soccer trophies. There was a whole episode about how Cody is bad at soccer.

Makes sense he has a lot of basket balls and baseballs. We see the family play basketball all the time and at the end of the soccer episode, Kade insists Cody try out for baseball.

You would think they’d have a shed or something to put all their sports stuff in??? Why have them inside????

Why the boomboxes?? I could see if one of them used to be Charlie’s and he gave it to Cody, but why two?

The magician hat and the trumpet are both call backs from previous episodes. I don’t remember exactly the trumpet one, but it was when he was trying new things for a lad pioneer badge or extra credit in school or something. Heatwave recommended martial arts but it didn’t go well???

The duplicate of the Teddy bear with the police shirt and the duplicate of the magician hat are clear accidents.

The moose hat is because the moose is the mascot of the team Kade was on.

Why the tuba? What’s with the water tanks? Cody has his own plant? When’d he make the Optimus head? That would’ve been cute to see!

Why the hell does he have so many rubber ducky’s?!?!?!???

//Don’t take this post too seriously. I know there’s going to be animation errors. I find it amusing.

Bonus:

54. Lucky soccer shorts from first grade

55. Mr. Macaroni from preschool

#I’m aware they probably just didn’t think anyone would look this in-depth about all this #or that they thought no one would care #I’m not mad about the duplicates or anything I just wanted to look closer at this to try to find out more about the codester #Cody burns #pizza pi #tfrb #transformers rescue bots #transformers rescue humans #tfrb Cody burns #trb Cody burns #Cody burns headcanons #rescue humans headcanons #long post

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justmeinatree · 8 months

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10 - Made Of Something New : Home

Summary : you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut

Word Count : 2.5k

A/N : she’s all done 😭 i am floored by the support i’ve gotten on this fic. seriously, a giant hug to all of you. i’d also like to throw in a couple honourable mentions, to the lovely @horansqueen who provided the amazing gifs featured at the beginning of each chapter ! and to the equally lovely @niallthebadboi who has been listening to me rant about this story for months now. i owe you both so much ♥️ anyway, without further ado .. ✌️

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May 1 - Home

you were so thankful it was saturday. after your brother’s wedding last week, you’d jetted back home, and with no time to adjust to the jetlag, you were back at work.

it was such a long, busy, work week that you’d barely had time to think anything over. but now you were basking in the opportunity that is the weekend, and you’re comfortably curled into your bed, awake, but eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the late morning sun drifting through the sheer curtains that you barely closed last night. too tempted by the comfort of you bed to even really care at the time.

back in vegas, you’d woken up by niall’s side, indulged in a lengthy early morning make out session, his fingers eventually burying themselves in your heat, claiming he couldn’t help himself.

he took his time with you, let his fingers stroke, explore, slowly building up a need inside you. once all was said and done though, you had to bid your goodbyes, needing to head back to your family.

niall was going to the airport, getting on the next flight home, assuring you again that he needed a week or two, tops, and then he’d be finding you.

you never pressed the matter, wrapping your arms around his neck, getting on your tiptoes and kissing his lips, deciding that you were going to trust this. trust the feeling. trust him.

as you were laying in your bed, now 8 days after that morning in vegas, just as you were sinking into the comfort of your mattress, and mess of blankets and pillows, thinking about niall, about his skin, his smell, his hair, his voice, his eyes, there’s a knock at your door. interrupting your train of though, your warmth, your comfort.

you groan, burying your face deeper into the pillow, deciding to completely ignore whatever it was, in favour of staying cozy. but there’s another knock. and another. and you figure something must be going on.

so you begrudgingly decide to haul yourself out of bed, stumbling down the stairs, in just your tanktop and sleep shorts, too annoyed to really care, rounding the corner to your door, and spotting niall through the window.

you furrow your eyebrows, rushing a bit more to open the door, swinging it open, and looking him over, “what the- who- how did you find my house ?”

“really weren’t kidding when you said you lived in a small town,” niall chuckles, shaking his head. “went to the one store, asked if they knew you, and they just told me where you lived. are you sure you’re safe living here ?” he asks incredulously. “that seemed way too easy.”

you giggle, leaning against the door, biting your lip, “m’fine here, ni. dont have to worry about me. what are you even doing here though ?”

“told you i’d come find you,” he says, confusion showing on his features, as if that obviously meant he was just going to pop into your town.

“i didn’t think you meant this,” you laugh, stepping aside, as you fully realized that niall is still standing outside, and you had yet to make a move to let him in. “fuck, sorry, come in,” you add lightheartedly.

niall takes your invitation, making his way in, dropping a small duffel bag by his feet in the entranceway. once his hands are freed, he turns to you, arms reaching out to wrap around your body, face burying in your neck, breathing you in.

as your hand settles into his hair, the other wrapped around his back, over his shoulder, niall takes in your appearance, cooing apologetically, “did i wake you ?”

“no,” you murmur, shaking your head, explaining “was just enjoying the extra time in bed.”

“please dont let me stop you,” niall hums, pulling away from you, turning you away from him, hands settling on your hips. “lead the way, petal.”

you smile, leaning back into him, niall’s arms wrapping around your chest, as you lead him down the hall, up the stairs, and to your bedroom.

niall takes the opportunity to look around, eyes gazing quickly over as many things as he can, smiling as he notices photos on the wall, plants on the windowsill, before his stare falls onto you, sitting on your bed, surrounded by a mountain of blankets and pillows.

he smiles, making his way over to you, crawling onto the mattress, hovering above you, fingertip grazing down your cheek, murmuring quietly “you’re so beautiful.”

you feel the warmth rising on your cheeks, biting on your lip to hold back the huge smile that’s waiting to burst. as your irises make contact with his, you swear you feel yourself melt. something about this moment feels different. freer in a way.

“what’s on your mind, pretty girl ?” niall hums, resting on his elbows above you, his thumb lightly stroking your cheek.

“i still don’t understand why exactly you’re here,” you explain, adding cheekily, “not that i’m complaining. i’m just confused is all.”

“because there’s nowhere i’d rather be,” niall whispers, nose gently gliding against your own. “besides, i did what i needed to do. m’all yours now.”

“what does that mean ?” you ask, somehow more confused, eyebrows furrowing, as you look up at him.

“christ, petal, thought it was obvious when we talked in vegas,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “went home, had a fuckin painfully long talk. we broke up,” he says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “spent the week dealing with lawyers, banks, start all the crap that needs to be done.”

“you broke up ?” you whisper incredulously, mouth agape, looking up at him, a bit shellshocked.

niall giggles, pecking over your lips, “s’been you since the moment we met. i was so fuckin daft, petal. i want you to be able to properly trust me. i want you to know that i’m here for you. that i want nothing more than to be with you,” he explains. “i dont want to start over, because we have some of the most amazing memories. but i want us to have the opportunity to start doing this right. admit our feelings freely. because i fuckin love you petal,” he blurts out, a little unexpected even to himself.

he probably shouldn’t have told you like that. probably should have waited for a better moment. probably should have waited to even just know where you’re head’s at. but he also doesn’t want to second guess himself anymore. he’s always felt it, deep in his bones, in his blood, that there’s a special connection with you. and he doesn’t want to hide any part of that anymore.

but now that he’s watching your brain reeling, processing this large drop of information, he may be regretting it. niall can feel his heart rate pick up, can feel his breathing getting shallower, just as he can hear your soft voice perking up, “i love you too, niall.”

and just like that, he swears his world has stopped. the earth has surely stopped turning. his ears are ringing, fingertips tingling. everything just paused. with his brain still catching up, niall’s body takes over, lips mingling with yours in a slow, heated kiss.

your hands immediately wind their way through his hair, holding him as close as possible, in an attempt to make the kiss last as long as you can.

“love you so much, fuck, so much,” niall breathes against your lips, dipping back in to kiss you more and more. he couldn’t get enough, and thankfully neither could you.

“was always you,” he mumbles, so incredibly lost in you, as his lips leave yours, in favour of trailing kisses to your chin, and down the column of your throat, nipping and sucking tiny bruises, “was always fuckin you, petal.”

“niall,” you whimper, biting your lip hard, hands fisting the sheets, trying your best not to ruin the sweet moment by grinding into him. which is proving to be more and more difficult, the more he moves over you, now down to your breasts.

with your tanktop straps halfway down your arms, breasts now exposed, niall’s tongue skillfully working over your nipple in an effort to pebble it, before moving onto the other, “getting needy aren’t ya, pup ? you’re already whining for me.”

“want you,” you whine breathily, the realization that, depending on how this will work in the long run, you essentially have access to niall whenever you want, going forward. there’s nothing to hide from anymore.

“you got me, love. m’right here. not going anywhere,” he coos, mouth working its way back up to yours, teeth and tongue clashing as he can’t make up his mind, much too engrossed in the feeling of you to really notice.

“can i- please, just-“ niall groans, his hardening length rolling against your hip, as his hand shimmies it’s way between both your bodies, falling on your sleep shorts, fingertips dancing along your inner thighs.

“do something, please,” you breathe, whining, “need to feel close to you, ni.”

and well, niall really didn’t need to hear anything more, fingers slipping your shorts over to the side, creating an access for himself, as his knuckles graze over your dripping pussy.

“fuckin hell, sweet girl, you’re already so wet. bet i could slide my cock inside you without any prep,” he hums against your ear, tongue darting out to lick along the shell of your ear, his breathing ragged.

“please. please try,” you hum, hips rolling up into him, niall’s fingers bumping against your clit in the process, eliciting a loud moan.

“yeah ?” he groans, biting your earlobe, tugging on it as far as he can. “want it to sting a little ? want me to just thrust my way into you ?”

“please,” you repeat, honestly wanting nothing more than to just feel him. you were right earlier, there was something different about this time. without any outside forces, without any inner denial on both your parts, the feelings were amplified.

“christ, puppy, anything for you,” he groans, slipping his cock out of his pants, lining himself right up with your centre, slowly breaching your entrance.

a shudder works its way through your body, breathy moan escaping your lips. there was something even hotter about both you still being fully clothed. it somehow turned you on more. maybe it was the intense need, the impulsivity of it all.

“fuck, fuck, you’re tight,” niall moans, his face tucked into your neck, working on composing himself. the intensity was affecting him as well. and as much as niall’s held it together so far, the incredible need to bury himself inside you and stay there forever, was getting stronger and stronger by the minute.

but with patience, he’s slowly worked his way in, now seethed inside you, breathing coming through in ragged breaths.

“so good ni,” you gasp, feeling the tip of his cock settled as deep as he can go, your pussy clenching over him, trying to suck him in further. “love you, love you so fucking much.

niall groans, his head lifting from your neck, forehead resting on yours, eyes finding your own, “v’never felt so much. fuck, s’crazy.”

you nod in understanding, not many other ways to explain it, but you know exactly what he means. you feel it too. your entire body is prickling, skin on fire, lungs burning, and you dont want it to stop for a second.

your brain feels like it’s short circuited, electricity zapping about in your head in an uncoordinated mess. the only real anchor your body had to this moment was the weight of niall’s cock inside you.

“please move,” you whimper, trying to wiggle your hips unsuccessfully under the weight of him.

niall’s lips collide with yours, hips beginning a slow rolling motion, his member gliding deliciously through your weeping folds, satiating the desire running through your blood.

he keeps it slow, wanting to feel every ridge, every bump, every bit of smooth expanse of your inner walls. niall is revelling in it. marking every bit to his memory. and although he knew, and loved, your cunt before, he never fully let himself appreciate it quite as much as he is this time.

and now that nothing stands in his way, now that he feels in his bones that he’s not going to get hurt, he gives into it. truly lets himself let go. and if he thought you made him feel good before, he was sadly mistaken. because this, this is the best he’s ever felt.

he can hear your moans getting louder, even with the muffling provided by his own mouth, he can feel your thighs twitching for more. he knows the slow pace drives you absolutely wild, has seen you give him some of the best orgasms because of it.

so he keeps it up, drags his cock expertly against your sweet spot, making sure to angle himself to roll against your clit with every thrust.

he watches your head roll back, his mouth suctioning to your throat at the presented opportunity, “want you to cum, pup. want to feel you, want to hear you. and then, fuck, then want to do it over and over again for the rest of our lives.”

you groan, nodding, a string of pleases and yeses leaving your kiss swollen lips, your cunt starting to shutter around his cock.

“that’s it yeah ? that’s what’s gonna make you cum, isn’t it ?” niall groans. “wanna hear about how i’ll take care of you ? how m’gonna make you feel good for the rest of your life ? gonna choke you, tie you up, make you squirt. fuck, taste your pretty cunt every fuckin day until i die.”

you hated to admit it, but he was right. it was gonna make you cum. it was working right this second, as you feel the overpowering heat in your tummy buildup to its breaking point. moaning loudly, you bury your face in niall’s hair, body trembling as your muscles seize, nails ripping their way down his back.

“fuck, fuck yes,” niall groans, feeling the sting of your nails, mixed with the crushing smoothness of your cunt, focusing on breathing, so as not to cum quite yet.

“my beautiful petal. my fuckin dirty little pup. my love. for the rest of our lives.”

……

love you all ✌️

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vanfleeter · 8 months

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Dirty Little Secret (Epilogue) // JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader Warnings: Mentions of labor, spit up. Allusions to sex. Mostly fluff and happy tears.

Author's Note: SURPRISE! Now we officially end Dirty Little Secret.

~8 Months Later~

Soft guitar strums flow through the air but slowly come to a stop. He straightens up, eyebrows furrowing together as he listens. He thought he heard you calling his name. Suddenly your voice rings out again.

“Jacob!”

Springing up from the patio chair, he runs inside and sets his guitar on the counter top.

“Jacob!”

“I’m coming baby!” He calls as he runs up the stairs. He finds you in the hallway and leaning up against the wall while you hold your belly. “Is it time?”

You nod your head. “I already called the doctor and she said to come in.” He beams a smile from ear to ear and you giggle. “I take it you’re excited?”

The rough hairs of his full grown facial hair rub against the side of your face as he gives you a kiss. “Very..” He says. “Now let’s go have a baby.”

—

Flinching in his chair at the sound of his phone ringing, Josh sits up and places his journal on the table in front of him. Jake’s name flashes on the screen as a melodic ringtone fills the quiet void. “Hello?”

“Hey, are you busy?”

“I was writing a new song. What’s up?”

“I need you to stop by the house and grab a duffel bag from my closet and bring it to the hospital.”

“Duffel… Hospital?” Josh mumbles. “Oh god, what happened? Are you two okay?”

Jake chuckles. “We’re just fine, nothing major. Just had a baby.”

Josh jumps up from his chair. “Nothing major?! You had a baby?! When—What—How–Don’t answer that..”

“Can you please stop by the house? I totally spaced on grabbing the bag.”

“I–Uh, okay.. Bag.. Hospital.. Baby.. Oh I’m going to kill you.” Josh says before hanging up.

–

Meeting Josh outside in the parking lot, he takes the bag and slings it over his shoulder. Josh shoves him to the side before shutting the back door of his jeep. “You’re a fucking ass..”

Jake laughs and throws his arm around Josh’s shoulder. “Want to meet your nephew?”

“Oh, it’s a boy?” Josh squeaks. Jake nods his head and leads him inside.

“You can’t say anything to anyone just yet.” Jake says. “You’re the only one that knows so far.” He knocks on the room door. “Babe, I brought Josh up.” Jake says as he and Josh step into the room.

“Come on in.” You call.

Jake pulls the curtain apart and lets Josh go in first. Josh makes another squeaking noise as he covers his mouth with his hands. “Oh my gosh, he’s so little.” He whispers.

Jake leans over his shoulder. “Why are you whispering?” He says, also in a whisper.

“I don’t know..”

Jake scoffs and pats his back. “You can talk normally.”

“Want to hold him?” You ask.

“I can?”

You nod your head and reach out towards Josh. Josh carefully scoops him up into his arms. He grunts a little and twists his body but eventually relaxes and curls into Josh’s chest. You see Josh’s lip quiver a little and you smile.

“He really is tiny.”

“Six pounds and five ounces.” You say as Jake comes to sit on the bed.

“So he’s the reason you two couldn’t make it to the lake this summer?”

Jake nods his head. “Yeah.. We did have this whole thing planned where we’d just show up and surprise everyone but then she got put on bedrest so we scrapped that plan and just ended up keeping the whole pregnancy a secret.”

Josh lifts his head and looks at you. “And here I thought all these months you just didn’t want to spend time with me.”

“Oh Joshy, of course I want to spend time with you. We just wanted something to be just us.”

“And now you.” Jake chuckles. “I haven’t even called Mom and Dad yet.”

“Oh you know Mom is going to yell at you when you tell her.”

Jake nods his head. “And I’m preparing myself for that now.”

“Alright, I gotta know what his name is or I’m calling him Waldo.”

Jake reaches over into the duffel bag and pulls out a blanket that has a name stitched into it. ‘Michael’. Josh squeaks once more and covers the baby face with his hand. “I can’t look at him..” His lip quivered even more and he hugs the tiny babe closer to his chest. “Why me though?”

“You’re my best friend,” Jake says. “It only makes sense to name him after you.”

“But what about Danny?”

“I’m gonna ask him to be the godfather.” You say.

“I guess that’s fair.” Josh says as he shrugs his shoulders. “He may be the godfather but we’ll all still fight over who will be the favorite uncle.” He whispers to the baby.

—

You finish changing the baby’s diaper while Jake naps on the cot by the window. A knock comes on the door and you softly call for the visitor to come inside. You look up as the door opens and the familiar mop head of curls peers around it. You smile as Danny emerges into the room, his eyes already glossed over.

“I wasn’t convinced when you called, still in disbelief even as I heard a woman screaming a couple floors down because I got off on the wrong floor because my brain was so frazzled after you told me you had a baby, but now that I’m standing here and actually seeing it…” His voice trails off, ending his rambling. “You had a baby?”

“Come here,” You say, holding out your hand. “Come meet your godson.”

You pat the empty space on the bed beside you and he gently lowers himself to sit down. Picking up the baby, you hand him over to Danny and straighten out his hat. “You kept another secret from me..” Danny says, making you giggle.

“With the best intentions,” You say. “We only intended on keeping it to ourselves for a few weeks but then weeks turned into months–eventually everyone got busy and when we actually decided to finally tell everyone at the lake, I was put on bedrest so ironically we just stuck with it.”

Danny chuckles as he looks back down at the baby. “Does he have a name yet?”

You nod your head. “Michael.”

“Oh I bet Josh was thrilled.”

“Cried a little but Jake said he balled like a baby in the parking lot before he left.”

Danny nods his head over in Jake’s direction. “How often has he slept?”

“Honestly, not as much as he should be.” You say. “This is the longest he’s slept in the last two days.”

The baby begins to whine a little, grunting and twisting within Danny’s arms. Danny softly coo’s at him, trying to calm him back down. Jake stirs a little on the cot before pushing himself up into a sitting position. “Is he okay?” He grumbles.

You smile and nod your head. “Just a little whiny.” You say run the tip of your finger down the bridge of the baby’s nose.

“Danny’s here..” Jake mumbles as he stands up from the cot and yawns.

Danny chuckles. “Good morning sleeping beauty.” He jokes. “She told me Josh balled like a baby.”

Jake laughs and nods his head. “That he did. Blubbering mess, couldn’t hold it in any longer–I think a few people stared.”

Danny laughs but immediately recoils when the baby flinches. “Sorry, I’m sorry..” He says as he immediately starts rocking the baby.

You never pictured this, but seeing your best friend panicking over accidentally scaring your baby warms your heart. The way he cradles your son and rocks back and forth while he pats his bottom.

“I do have to say, this has got to be the only secret that I am okay with you keeping.” Danny says. “But I swear to god if you two eloped and didn’t tell anyone, I'm giving this baby back and I’m leaving and never talking to either of you again.”

Jake shakes his head as he sits down on the bed. “No, no.. Not married..yet.” He says. “She wants to get straight into planning it as soon as possible.”

“More like once I lose all this baby weight.” You say.

Danny rolls his eyes. “Shut up, you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” Jake says as he throws his hands in the air. “I’ve been telling you that but she won’t listen to me.”

“Oh I’m sorry–next time the two of you can try carrying a baby for nine months, gain thirty pounds, have out of whack hormones and swollen ankles and back pain. Oh and don’t forget the baby constantly resting on your bladder.”

Jake rolls his eyes. “You’re still gorgeous.” He says as he kisses your forehead.

~2 Days Later~

“Careful, careful.” Jake says as he helps you up the stairs. He has one hand gripping yours while he holds tightly to the baby carrier in the other.

“Jake, I’m fine.” You grumble as you step up to the last step leading to the porch. “See? Just fine.”

He sighs and cocks his head. “Quit being bratty.”

“Or what?” You say. He goes to open his mouth but you stop him. “Remember your words mean nothing for six weeks..” He closes his mouth and huffs but you only giggle and unlock the front door.

“Six weeks is pure torture,” He says. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Oh, pfft, I don’t know–maybe help me with the baby?”

“No, I figured I’d just relax on the couch with a beer while you do all the work.” He says as he kicks the door closed with his foot and sets the carrier on the floor.

“Ha ha, very funny.” You say. “Do you care if I go upstairs to shower?”

“You showered yesterday.” Jake says as he unbuckles the baby from the carrier and picks him up.

“Yes well while you were asleep–again–he spit up in my hair and it’s been in this bun ever since.. It’s gross.”

“Next time, pull your hair up when you burp him–like I do.” He says.

After your shower, you step out of the bathroom to hear Jake playing his guitar and the soft tones of his voice as he sings a little lullaby. You continue listening as you get dressed and make your way downstairs to the living room.

Jake has the baby back in the carrier as he sits on the couch with his guitar resting on his knee while he strums a few chords. Jake smiles when he sees but still he keeps playing as you go to sit next to him.

“I can’t stop playing or else he starts crying.” Jake says. “I can only come up with so many tunes.”

You giggle and rest your head on his shoulder. “And to think none of this would have happened if I didn’t wipe ice cream off of your chin.”

“My mouth.” He corrects.

“Oh right, right. Your mouth.” You say, nodding your head.

“There was something about you that I couldn’t resist.” He says as he stops playing. He peers over at the baby but not a peep comes from him and he sighs in relief. Setting the guitar off to the side, he pulls you onto his lap and kisses you. “I can already tell that these six weeks are going to be a very long time.”

“You’ll survive.” You say as you lean to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Soft whimpers come from the baby and Jake hangs his head backwards as you laugh. Climbing off his lap, you go reach for the baby and scoop him up in your arms. “It’s time to feed you anyways–give Papa a little break.”

Jake leans back on the couch and looks around the room. What once was just a simple living room with guitars and instruments is now filled with baby toys and devices. Sitting up and reaching for his guitar, he carries it over to the stand in the corner of the living room and sets it down. Exhaling, he looks around the room once more. He spots the spit up towel resting across the arm of the couch and he goes to swipe it up just knowing that he’ll be the one to need it here shortly.

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harringtown · 2 years

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omg from the prompts you just reblogged, 7 and 8 would fit so well with Steve being kicked out and reader coming for him 😭

ok this was written primarily on my lunch break so its even less edited than normal but i have a Lot of Feelings about it ajdj

The phonebooth’s walls press in around Steve’s sides, and the rain smacking the glass is like a stampede, falling so hard it shakes the booth.

Steve’s fingers tremble as he dials the only number he knows will pick up.

One ring. Two. Three—

“Hello?” Your voice comes through the speaker a little garbled, and your tone is thick with sleep.

“Hey,” Steve says, palming the back of his neck. “I know it’s late, and I’m sorry if I woke you up, but I—“

“Steve,” you say. “What’s going on?”

A sob claws up his throat and he barely strangles it back down in time to say, “I had no one else to call.”

You go quiet for a second. Then, he hears muffled noises, like you’re moving on the other side of the line.

“Where are you?” You ask. “I’m coming to get you.”

Steve lets out a shaky breath. Tips his head back against the photobooth glass.

“Phonebooth. Main street,” he whispers.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

You hang up before Steve can tell you he doesn’t have anywhere to go, anyway.

The sleet makes the drive take twice as long, and when you pull up, the phonebooth is the only light on the street. You can see the silhouette inside, arms wrapped around his torso, head tipped back against the glass. On the floor near his feet is a duffel bag.

Your heart sinks. You park the car a few yards from the phonebooth and climb out into the rain. Steve unbolts the phonebooth door and slips outside, slinging his duffel over his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. “My dad and I got in this big fight, and next thing I know he’s throwing me out the front door—“

“It’s okay,” you say, crossing the asphalt to meet him. “It’s okay.”

“It’s definitely not okay. I have no place to stay, and who knows if he’ll even let me take my car—“

“You’re coming home with me,” you say.

Steve frowns. His gaze falls and darts back up to your face, a sly grin tugging on his lips.

“Ducklings, huh?”

He gestures to your pajama pants, pastel blue with a bunch of cartoon ducks printed over it. You scrunch your nose.

“You are not talking shit about my outfit right now,” you say.

Steve’s smile widens—becomes more genuine. “Oh, I’m not talking shit. I think you look adorable.”

You’re grateful for the dark and its ability to hide your blush.

“Do those lines really work on girls?” you ask.

“I mean, more of less,” he says, shrugging a shoulder, “but I don’t really care about other girls. Does it work on you?”

You peer up at him, through the rain and the dark, and can’t help the smile that lifts your lips. Shaking your head, you stretch up to press a kiss to his wet cheek, and say, “Get in the damn car, Harrington.”

And with a smug smile, he does.

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punk4ndisorderly · 11 months

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light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

XI XII - better living through chemistry XIII

“I mean, who would’ve known some idiot would purposefully set off the sprinklers and get the club evacuated? Don’t get me wrong, it was a kickass bachelor party nonetheless, but we were really enjoying the show.” the groom chatted away on his phone while David, his fiancé, drove, humming along to a Sinatra song and tapping his fingers softly on the steering wheel.

Y/N sat in the backseat, her eyes wandering around the secluded community’s landscape. River's topic of conversation made her look down on her lap, where Jack's grey dad hat rested, taking her back to that night, a week before, when he had leaned in impossibly close to her face, starting to say something, only to be interrupted by the sound of a fire alarm.

That had been bothering her for the better part of the past seven days. She was dying to know what he was going to say, but he didn’t mention it again after that night, and it wasn’t really her place to push it.

“We’re here.” David announced as he parked, smiling softly at his fiancé beside him.

“Ah!” River all but squealed inside the secluded space, making Y/N wince.

The doctor grinned at the serenity in the groom-to-be’s face. She had always been extremely fond of the pair and she was sure they were going to continue making each other very happy for a very long time.

The beauty of the wedding venue continued to astound her. Her brother had definitely found the perfect place. It there was someone who could do the job it was River, sometimes to a dangerous level of diligence.

“Y/N, you go ahead and choose a room, I’ve got to deal with the event planner. Here’s the key. Go hang your maid of honor dress, sister! I trust you followed my instructions?” the designer raised his perfectly styled eyebrow, momentarily moving the phone away from her ear.

“Yes, Groomzilla, don’t worry about it, I got the memo.” she chuckled, putting the cap on and adjusting her ponytail before going to get her bag from David. 

The groom-to-be flipped her off in response, placing his mobile device back where it had been for days and heading down the pathway towards the wedding planner’s headquarters.

“I can take these for you!” David offered, shyly.

“Thank you very much, but go with your man. Trust me, if you think he's stressed now, let the clock strike midnight… Enjoy it while he's sane and as close to calm as he can get while you can.” the doctor winked, earning a nervous chuckle from the engineer. “Don’t worry, it will all be worth it in the end. You guys are absolutely perfect for each other.”

* The cabin was spacious, with wooden decks and several balconies. Its woodsy interior presented a rustic décor, comfy furniture, fireplaces, a large kitchen and five bedrooms, as well as a game room.

The boys are going to lose it over this, she thought, snickering to herself as she ran her hand over the foosball table’s handles.

Y/N opened the door to the first bedroom she found, figuring out it was the one David and River were staying in and deciding to look for one for herself. The maid of honot ended up choosing the secluded room with the queen-size bed. There wasn’t much else to it, the bed not leaving much space for anything else. It was small, but cozy, just down the hall from every other room in the cabin and it would certainly give her the privacy and the peace she craved to rest.

Hanging up her garment bag in the closet, she stuffed her duffel bag in there as well, giving herself a tour around the wood cabin after in order to get a picture of roughly everything that caught her attention with the camera she had been inseparable of for years. Her ex-husband, as usual, had been inflexible about swapping weekends for her to be able to bring Joey with her to the wedding, so she had promised her daughter she’d take pictures of everything to show her when they got home.

The doctor stepped outside, breathing in the fresh air, not being able to keep the small smile on her lips from growing. She’d always loved the quiet and the calmness of nature, loving the happiness and inspiration it provided her.

Tying up her shoelaces, Y/N followed the dirt road path that had brought them to their weekend accommodation, redoing their car trip in reverse so she could snap some photos of the view she had fallen in love with.

After walking alone for about fifteen minutes, she found the entryway to a small hiding spot between the gigantic trees. She sat down, placing her hands on the ground behind her and looking up at the blue sky, way above the branches and the birds that flew around her.

The scent of pine trees invaded her nostrils, reminding her of the times she had gone camping throughout the years. With her parents when she was six, with the girl scouts at thirteen and with the boys back in camp. It was all so simple back then. Y/N recalled how she couldn’t set up a tent to save her life and Jack had done it for her, blushing furiously when she thanked him with a peck on the cheek. Thinking of his goofy grin as he finished his task made one appear on her face. He had always been so impossibly sweet.

Sweet Jack.

Y/N started to look at him differently as he grew up, and mostly over the past few weeks. Her former linrmate surprised her every day with his wit and sense of humor. Ever since the reunion she felt like she could not get enough of him. Something new was brewing up in her heart and she dreaded to find out exactly what it was.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, interrupting her little introspective moment.

“Hey!” Y/N greeted her mother.

“Hi! Did you get there safe?”

“Yeah, thank you. You and Dan should come visit this place sometime. It’s gorgeous.” she gushed, picking up a small daisy from the ground, spinning it around between her fingers. “Jo would definitely love it here.”

“Speaking of our favorite little girl, she made me call you because she wants to tell you something. Apparently, it’s urgent.”

The doctor knitted her brows together, wondering what it was, standing up and cleaning her dirty hands on the fabric of her jeans.

“Hi mommy!” her daughter’s sweet voice filled her ears, making her smile instantly.

“Hey sweet girl! Nana said you have something very important and urgent to tell me. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to tell you I saw a pretty butterfly in grandma’s garden and it made me think of you!”

Her heart melted with her five-year-old’s confession, not even thinking of scolding her for scaring her with the urgency of the call. She knew butterflies were one of Joey's favorite things in the world.

“Aw, sweetheart! Are you having fun over there?”

“I am! Daddy promised he’d pick me up after work and let me stay up past my bedtime so we could watch one of my Barbie movies together.”

“He did, hu?”

“Don’t get mad at him, mommy. I’m very persuasive.” Joey stated matter-of-factly. “I don’t know what it means, but daddy said so!”

“I’m not mad at him, Jojo, but you need to go to bed early, okay? You have to stick to your bedtime so you can make the most out of your days. Promise me you won’t use your charm on your dad or your grandma again…”

“I promise…”

“Thank you, baby. Remember to be ready when daddy picks you up and to be a good girl, okay? I’ll call you later to say goodnight, okay?

“Yes, mommy. Love you, mommy.”

“I love you too, Jo.” Y/N cooed, hanging up.

Checking the time on her phone, the teacher decided it was for the best if she started to head back to the cabin. She should be around in case River needed help with anything, knowing full-well how stressful weddings were.

Snapping a couple of pictures in her favorite new nook, she glanced around one more time before stepping out of it. As soon as her foot touched the dirt road, she heard the tires of a car screeching and a black Range Rover stopping right in front of her, making dirt and dust fly and settle all over her petite form.

She groaned in frustration, cleaning up her face and shaking off the rest of the dirt, unsuccessfully for the most part.

Jack jumped out of the car, running towards her, a worried look etched on his handsome face.

“Are you okay?” the brunette man asked, frantically, taking her by the shoulders.

“I’m fine.” she chuckled awkwardly, her heart still pounding hard in her chest. “I should’ve looked before stepping into the road like a maniac. This could’ve gone wrong. River would’ve been pissed if I stole the spotlight away from him on his wedding weekend.”

“Uninjured and cracking jokes! Thank god.” the Devils' player sighed in relief. “You scared the hell out of me. And the dogs.”

“Oh right, River told me he was going to ask you to bring them. To be fair, with the amount of stuff we had in David’s car, those little beauties wouldn’t have had a pleasant trip. Still, I wish I’d have snuck Finn in, poor thing.”

“Your mom is probably pampering him as we speak. I think he’ll forgive you for leaving him behind for the weekend.”

“How do you - ”

“Your mom is the only person in the world you’d trust your dog with. I know you, Y/N.” he taunted.

“Too well, it seems.” the doctor laughed, gazing at his handsome face.

God, she could probably get lost in those eyes.

Jack bit down on his lip, noticing the way she was looking him but being too afraid to call her out on it.

“She comes into my mind, twisting through my nerves, I don’t understand a thing she says. She’s on my side, I love her all the time…”

“What?” she muttered, coming out of her trance.

“Sonic Youth.” the hockey player smiled, pointing to her t-shirt.

“Oh, right. Yeah. I love her all the time .” she chuckled, looking down at her torso.

“One of my favorites. By the way, what are you doing alone in the middle of nowhere?”

“I came to explore.” Y/N, holding her camera up for him to see, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“Okay, Dora.” he laughed. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back to the cabin.”

“You know where it is?”

“No, but the GPS does. And don’t look at me like that, I don’t have the same sense of direction I had in high school.”

“Or lack of it.”

He stuck his tongue out at her, pretending to have taken offense as he opened the door for her.

“Wait! Get on the hood!”

“What? Why?”

“I think it’d be a cool picture of you! But you’ve got to follow my instructions.”

“Hu… Y/N…”

“Jack… It will look great on your social media feed, you hermit. If you don’t post it, I’ll have to… And it’s likely I’ll get death threats over it. We wouldn’t want that, right?” she challenged, smirking.

“Oh, no, we wouldn’t want that.” the brunette man agreed, mimicking her.

“It’s so hard always being right.” she sighed. “Alright, let’s get to work. Outstretch your arms. Both of your arms, Rowdy. Yeah, just like that. Perfect. Now sit down and pretend like you’re going through your phone. That’s it. Very mysterious. Wait! I just need one more.

Jack looked up from his phone, ready to do as she pleases.

“I want a picture with you, dummy.”

His heart fluttered in his chest, his former linemate waiting for his answer expectantly.

“Jack? If you don’t want to, it’s fine! I was just going to save it to show my girl when she’s old enough to understand you’re famous, but I get it if it’s - ”

“Y/N… Please. Don’t be silly. Of course I’ll take a picture with you.”

That smile of hers, the one that made her look like the sun, illuminated her face and she joined him, placing herself between his legs, trying to get the camera as far away from their faces as she could. Noticing she was struggling with the task, the length of her arms anything but long enough to fit the duo in the same frame.

“Give it to me, Thumbelina. I’ll take the photo.”

“Hey, I’m not that small!”

“Sure you’re not, shortcakes.” he smiled condescendingly, taking the camera from her hands.

“You celebrities are all the same… So full of yourselves!” she joked, leaning back against his hard chest, smiling when she felt the laughter roaring on his chest.

“Smile, sunshine.” 

She didn’t even remember that nickname. She thought he wouldn’t either. He was the only person who had ever called her that. Sure, everyone told her she was the living impersonation of the sun but, even though her friends constantly teased her over the nickname he had given her, they never dared to use it. Perhaps because Jack uttered the word with such reverence they would never do it justice.

“Do you wish anything else from me, madam?” he whispered into her ear, pulling back to see Y/N roll her eyes.

“No, I got enough material to sell online and take Joey out for a little trip during the summer. Thanks, bud!”

“Atta girl! Nice hat, by the way.” the Devils' player smirked, getting in the car.

“I was told that it looks better on me than it did on its previous owner…” she claimed, enjoying the playfulness and lightness of their conversation.

“It really does.” Jack agreed, turning the key in the ignition and starting the car as she joined him inside.

“Oh, I’ve been a fan since he played - ”

“John Winchester, right?” Trevor laughed, plopping down on the couch, next to Alex.

“William Gallagher in PS: I love you. Dude, that movie broke my heart.”

Cole broke into hysterics at Trevor's facial expression over their friend’s admission, hugging Alex as if to protect him from Trevor's sharp wit.

“I think we’ve talked enough about movies, hu boys? By the way, where’s everybody?”

“The it couple is out in the back with the wedding planner, who, by the way, is probably a saint. Quinn is in our room doing god knows what. David's sister-in-law got the flu so her and his brother will only come on Sunday, but dropped off the kid so he won't catch anything in the meantime. Jack was supposed to be here by now with the dogs and I haven’t seen Y/N yet. Wait, I lost track of the boy."

“He’s sitting on the front stops reading.”

“My buddy is a bookworm now? Aw, a little nerd, just like his uncle." “Alex, you flunked Lit three times.” Cole pointed out.

“Mr. Adams and I had our differences.” his friend shrugged.

“Yeah, he wanted you to study and you wanted to skip his classes to smoke blunts and make-out under the bleachers.” Cole snorted.

“Same thing.” he waved him off. “Anyway, your room’s the one with two large beds. You should take your baggage there, or River might unleash his wrath on you.”

“I do not feel like putting out that fire today.” the blond man shuddered, standing and throwing his bag over his shoulder.

“Oh, little Cole is afraid of mighty River?” Trevor teased him.

“Shut up, Z, the last time he glared at you you nearly wet your pants. Turc, keep an eye on the kid.”

“Turc's on it!”

He jumped off the couch, peeping at the little boy through the front window, watching him at an impressive pace, considering his age.

A car he recognized as his friend’s pulled up and out came Y/N, as well as Ginger, Ava and Freddie. Jack parked next to the other vehicles next to the cabin, joining the doctor and the three joyous dogs, who ran around, ecstatic, clearly enjoying the great outdoors.

“Is that…” the brunette man began once he noticed the small boy sitting on the steps in front of them.

“Oh my god, it is!” Y/N gasped. “Leo!” she called out.

David's brother's child raised his head, closing his book and standing up to greet the pair with a large, gap-toothed smile.

“I haven’t seen you in so long! Hi, buddy!” the doctor all but cooed, hugging him, just to hold him at arm’s length once she finally pulled back. “You’ve gotten so big! Let me take a good look at you!”

He was the spitting image of his mother, the only visible feature of his father his raven hair. Y/N could swear time had flown by and it had only been yesterday that his father was telling anyone and everyone to rub his wife's stomach because he had decided it was good luck.

“Y/N, we came to visit two months ago.” Leo said, faking annoyance.

“It’s been a lifetime!”

“Mom said you’d say that.” the little boy countered, chuckling.

“She did, did she?” Y/N smiled, looking back at Jack, who stood watching their interaction with a fond look on his face.

Leo peeked behind her to see the man she had come with, his grin widening significantly.

“Jack!” he greeted, letting go of the brunette to run to his godfather, his little arms around his waist. “I’m reading the book you told me about!” the boy made sure to let him know, beaming up at the brunette man like he’d hung the stars in the sky.

Jack's hand set on the crown of the kid's head, gently moving it to brush his hair away from his forehead.

“Yeah, which one?” he inquired, looking down at Leo.

“The prince Caspian one!”

“That’s a great one, right there.” the Devils' player winked. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“Mine too! I mean, I haven’t finished it yet, but I already know!” Leo quipped. “Y/N, where’s Joey?” he asked out of the blue, turning to her.

“She’s at her dad’s this weekend so she couldn’t come… Sorry, buddy…”

“Oh… Okay!” the seven-year-old shrugged, diverting his attention back to Jack. “Jack, I have a new pet turtle! I named him Simpy, because uncle River told me that was your nickname in school! You’re coming to see him soon, right?”

“Of course I am.” Jack grinned. “And hey, tell your uncle River Jack is going to kick his butt for telling you about that.”

“Sorry… Please don’t kick my uncle's butt.” Leo pleaded.

“Hey, don’t worry, little man. I won’t hurt him.” the older man assured him. “Much.” he added under his breath, only for Y/N to hear, making her purse her lips in order not to laugh.

“Well, I have to go change, because someone hit the brakes too hard and covered me in dust. I’ll be right back and I’ll want to hear all about that book of yours, alright? Keep Jack company for me, Leo. He’s a liability when he’s left by himself.”

Jack rolled his eyes playfully, leaning against the wooden handrail, suppressing a smirk.

“Okay, I will. Do you think uncle River minds if I play with the dogs?”

“Of course not, buddy! Go to town!”

Y/N ran up to her room, emptying her pockets and scattering her belongings all over the bed. She took off her grey Converse and her jeans, retrieving her bag from the closet and setting it on the floor, struggling with its zipper.

“Why did I overpack? I keep swearing to myself I won’t and yet…” the doctor mumbled to herself, huffing as she carefully looked through her garments in hopes to find the spare pair of pants she had packed. “A-ha!” Y/N chanted in victory when she found them.

Placing her belongings back in the closet, she leaned down, put the clean jeans on, struggling to pull them up past her ankles.

“Fuck you, tight pants!”

The door opened while she was cursing, her bottom still up in the air, and in came Jack holding his own garment bag and baggage. His eyes immediately landed on her ass and the black lace boy shorts she was wearing.

“What are you waiting for? Leave your shit there and get your ass downstairs. We’ve got a foosball tournament to win.” Trevor commanded loudly from behind him.

Y/N shrieked, being caught completely off-guard and stubbing her toes against one of the legs of the small settee in front of the bed. Her heart pounded in her chest as she quickly pulled her jeans all the way up, wincing in pain as she held her finger up in the air, asking them to remain silent until she left the room, limping.

Jack stood at the door, his eyes wide and his throat dry.

“She’s still got it.” Trevor laughed, patting his shoulder before turning back on his heels and heading down the hall.

The brunette man glared at him, hanging up his suit and leaving his luggage by the door.

* “Ice! Ice! I need ice!” she called out, walking past Cole and Quinn in a hurry to try and ease the pain.

“Hello to you too, babe.” Quinn smirked, standing up to help her.

“I’m sorry.” Alina stopped her quest to hug her friend. “Hey.”

“Where’s the little princess?” he inquired, looking around for the small child.

“Charlie wanted to have her this weekend, so I’m riding solo.” she sighed, opening the freezer and grabbing a bag of frozen peas.

“Aw, I really wanted to see her!” Cole pouted, wrapping the plastic package Y/N handed him in a dishcloth and giving it back to her.

“I’m facetiming her later, feel free to join in.” the doctor smiled, watching her friend’s eyes light up in excitement.

“I will! Is she as cute as I remember her to be?”

“I think she might be even cuter.”

“Oh god, my heart can’t take it.” Cole placed his hands over his chest, closing his eyes.

Y/N sat down on the kitchen floor, icing her bruised toes.

“What happened to you?” Quinn asked as he entered the room.

“Settee, me trying to put pants on, my clumsiness. You get the picture.”

“Ouch. That must’ve hurt like a bitch.” he yelped, patting Y/N's head comfortingly.

“Quinn! You said a swear word! You have to put a quarter in my swear jar. Uncle River already gave me money three times… And three more in advance. He's really mad about the flowers the pretty lady forgot uncle David was allergic to.” Leo said, walking in, not bothering to take his eyes off the page he was currently reading.

“Sorry, buddy, let me check if I have some change in my wallet. Come on.”

Quinn and Leo left the kitchen, almost as the same tome as Jack made his entrance. He cleared his throat, making the teacher look up and smile. Cole looked between the duo, immediately sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

“Sorry I ran out, I tend to curse really loudly when I get hurt and I didn’t want Leo to hear me so I just kept on moving to distract myself from the pain.” the doctor explained, not bothered by Cole's presence and going straight to it.

The Devils' player was stunned: once again, she didn’t make a big deal out of something he knew most people would freak out about. The fact that she as so comfortable around him made him weirdly giddy.

“Well, sorry I didn’t knock first.” he chuckled, avoiding eye contact with the third party in their conversation. He knew Cole was not one to let anyone live anything down.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Y/N smiled, getting up. “It’s my way of christening things, anyway.” she joked.

“As much as I’d love to continue our chat, I came here not only to apologize, but also to invite you and Caufield to come play foosball with us. We’re short two people.”

“What about David?”

“Poor dude is on River duty… Turc, on the other hand, is quite focused on making a puzzle and won’t budge until he finishes it. I’m afraid he might miss the wedding.”

“How many pieces does it have? Three thousand?” Y/N snickered, exchanging an amused glance with Cole.

“A hundred. But, to be fair, he’s really bad at puzzles.” Jack revealed, making the duo crack up. “Will you guys join us or what?”

“Let's get this party started!”

The trio entered the game room, where Trevor was already positioned on his chosen side of the table.

“Hurry up, Jacko, we’ve got to school these two on good ol’ foosball.” Trevor requested, impatiently, “Y/N and Cole you’re together, obviously. Don’t feel bad when you lose. Jack and I are the all-time champions, after all.” he bragged.

Y/N raised her eyebrow, scoffing.

“Aren’t we cocky?” she teased, taking her place next to Cole.

“Confident.” her friend retorted.

“We’re pretty good.” the brunette man agreed, bumping fists with his partner.

“You’ve obviously never played against me… You’re going down. Right, Junior?”

“He kicks ass at foosball, gentlemen.” Y/N stated, as if it was a given.

“Is that so? I guess we’ll have to make this interesting then…”

“What do you want, Hughes?” Cole huffed.

“The losers have to go skinny dipping in the lake at midnight.” Trevor proposed, rubbing his hands together and nudging Jack's side.

“Better get your floaties ready then, boys.” the doctor warned, getting a hearty laugh from her partner.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Y/L/N.” Jack smirked.

“Bring it on, Hughes.”

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lysenfeu · 1 year

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Pair Of Aces - Chapter 2. Day Two

Pair of Aces

Chapter: 2. Day Two

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.5k~

Summary: After arriving in Evergreen on Waller’s orders, the newest member of Task Force X and Vigilante head out to their first mission together. Chapter Content: Mentions of Violence/torture

A/N: Part two is finally done~ This chapter ended up a lot longer than originally planned and I hope you all enjoy it! Gotta feed my Vigilante obsession somehow.

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She had trouble sleeping in her new home, the most nondescript rental apartment she’d ever been in. It was drab, plain and boring. Nothing more than four beige walls separated the living room from the four beige walls in the medium-sized bedroom and four more off-beige walls in the small kitchen. She spent the afternoon rifling through her meagre pile of belongings, a stack of six cardboard boxes and two large black duffels that contained all her possessions. Sorting through the mix of personal and professional items she managed to grab enough clothing, toiletries and equipment for the mission. Luckily, it all fit in one of the duffel bags and her purse.

After a quick microwave dinner, tasting just as plain as the apartment walls she now lived in, she was ready to go just before 8:00 pm. Vigilante was supposed to pick her up any minute now so she made her way downstairs. Just as she walked outside, a beat-up Sebring pulled up to a stop in front of her building. She quickly recognized the masked driver and walked over to the vehicle. Vigilante looked a little out of place behind the wheel, with his full mask on but jeans and a pullover instead of the full suit. She slung her bag in the back and settled into the passenger seat without a word, eager to get going.

The sooner this is over with, the better.

According to her GPS, the motel they were staying at was about an hour's drive outside of town. She stared out the window at the trees zipping by while the radio played top 40 hits hoping to pass the time quickly. After about fifteen minutes on the road, Vig started talking.

"Have you ever been to Evergreen before?"

She fidgeted with her phone in her lap as she reread her most recent message.

From: Blondie

Sent: 6:59 pm

I know he’s a fucking weirdo but you have to be nice to him. If you fuck this up, I’ll kill you myself. Drinks next weekend?

-Harcourt

Sighing in resignation, she answered him.

"Nope, never. I don't get out to Washington very often."

"Do you like it so far?"

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop her instinctual sarcastic response.

"It's…quaint."

Vigilante laughed at that. "It's a shithole, it's okay. You're allowed to say that."

"Definitely not my favourite place to work, that's for sure." She laughed lightly along with him.

She discovered he was much more tolerable without Peacemaker around and that he was a total chatterbox. Once he started talking, he didn't stop for the entire drive. She learned he grew up in Evergreen and had only travelled a few times. A couple of trips to Seattle as a kid and once to Wisconsin to visit family. In contrast, she told him how she barely ever stopped travelling and how exhausting life on the road can be. The pair settled into a comfortable rapport as the scenery flew by.

Before long a deserted strip of parking lot came into view up ahead. Vigilante turned at the blinking MOTEL sign and pulled into a parking spot at the far end of the empty lot.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and turned towards him. "Alright, I'll go check in and you can unload the gear."

"Why do I have to carry all the stuff?"

She leaned over and poked his masked cheek. "Because you're a weirdo who won't take this off."

"There's nothing weird about protecting my secret identity." He grumbled and swatted her hand away but dutifully retrieved the bags as she made her way to the main building.

The clerk barely acknowledged her as she checked in with the fake names Harcourt had booked them under. The place seemed ancient and cramped but was less run down than she initially expected. The motel really showed its age when the clerk handed her the physical door keys for the suite, still not looking up from their screen. She took the keys, complete with tacky keychains with “Room 109” emblazoned on them, and headed back outside to the parking lot.

She gestured towards Vigilante to follow her as she walked along the row of rooms looking for their suite. She found it at the very end of the property, furthest from both the office and the road.

Smart move Blondie.

It was a clever spot for a temporary safe house. With only one shared wall and windows on both sides, the suite backed into the Washington woodlands that surrounded them. The location would help them stay out of sight and sequestered from any other potential guests or passersby, with cover if they needed to get out quickly.

She took in the size of the units before she approached the correct door. Along with the cramped office, the rooms seemed on the small side. She didn’t have too much stuff with her, just enough clothes, personal items and equipment to last the week. She wasn’t sure what Vigilante had brought but hopefully, there would be enough space.

Wait, is this a single or a double room?

She felt a brief moment of panic before putting the key in the lock and turning the handle.

Please have more than one bed, for the love of god.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the pair crossed the threshold into the motel room and immediately saw two twin beds pushed along the far wall directly opposite the door. Horribly patterned linens and curtains decorated the interior and the beige walls reminded her of the rental she was staying in. A small living room area with a loveseat, coffee table and TV unit was tucked into the corner, with a mini fridge and coffee maker nearby. Ancient grey carpeting blanketed the suite, faded and worn down from years of use. A door around the corner led to a full bathroom with generic white tile that, gratefully, appeared clean.

She quickly walked inside with Vigilante trailing behind her. She grabbed her bags from him and claimed the bed furthest against the wall for herself, throwing her things on top.

“Is it okay if I take this one?” She asked in an attempt to be polite.

He nodded in agreement and chucked his own bags on the other mattress, looking around the room in interest. He began humming slightly as he wandered slowly around the room, inspecting all the lights, outlets and windows. From her place sitting on the bed, she watched him carefully for a few moments before interrupting him.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Checking for cameras and bugs, duh.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s a waste of time. Basic ARGUS protocol, this place would have been scanned and cleared before we even got here.”

He turned to face her, cocking his head to the side in confusion. “Who the fuck is Argus?”

“What?” She shot him a look of disbelief. “ARGUS isn’t a person. It’s the name of the department we work for.”

“I thought it was called Task Force X?”

“No, that’s the name of our team.” She started to speak slowly as if he were a child. “The department is called ARGUS and our division is called Task Force X. Did you not read the onboarding documents?"

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Uhh … I don’t know what that is.“

She stared at him, mouth slightly open in shock. “Please tell me you at least read the contract paperwork before signing it, right?”

“... There was paperwork?”

“Oh, my god.” She sat on the edge of the bed and covered her face with her hands in frustration.

Who the fuck signs up for black ops gig and doesn’t even check who they’re working for?!

She was stunned by his lack of care about his work. “Why did you even take this job?”

“Because Peacemaker’s back in town!” He seemed so excited about his answer but it meant nothing to her.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

"Peacemaker was gone for like, ever. But now he's back and there's cool shit happening. I had to make sure he was okay, that's what best friends do because we're best friends by the way." He really needed to make sure she knew that. "He's working on whatever this butterfly shit is so now I am too!"

She was appalled by his reasoning. “So let me get this straight. You signed up for an undisclosed black ops government mission and didn’t even read anything about it before taking the fucking job … just because you want to hang out with Peacemaker?”

“Uh, yeah. Obviously. Spending time with my best friend and killing bad guys, it’s a total win-win! What more do I need to know?”

She made a disgusted face at his carefree attitude. “Fucking capes.”

He cocked his head to the side again while observing her visible distaste. “You keep saying that, what’s a cape anyways?”

Christ, does this man know anything at all?

She glared at him from across the room. “Capes means superhero garbage. Wacky costumes, dumb names, weird powers. Justice League shit. You know, capes.”

“Why do you hate them so much?” He was curious.

She sighed. “It’s just …capes make this job way harder. They always show up after everyone else, blasting shit around with laser eyes or whatever, with no regard for the infrastructure around them. They cause so much damage and then just fly off before the dust settles. They get all the press and front page photo spreads, while every other grunt on the ground is picking bodies out of the rubble for days on end.” She felt agitated and tense the more she spoke. “There’s no spotlight to grab for all the people who keep the world running every other day of the week when fucking Superman catches a car in Times Square or some insane bullshit. I just can’t stand them. No responsibility, no consequences, just glory-seeking and posturing.”

He listened to her rant patiently before offering his opinions in return. “Superman is a fucking pussy.”

She snickered at that and tried to hide her grin while he continued.

“Batman too. That asshole doesn’t even kill people! How is that helping? Just letting Joker live, over and over! He’s just gonna do it again dude, he does it every time.”

“Right! What the hell is that shit?” She openly grinned at him this time. He may have smiled back but she couldn’t see his face under the mask.

At least we agree on something, maybe this won’t be so bad. … I wonder what his smile looks like.

She shook her head to clear that last unhelpful thought and instead watched as Vigilante moved around on his bed, still muttering insults about the Justice League. He had dumped out his bags while they chatted and was tossing clothing around as he dug out his toothbrush and toothpaste. He hadn’t noticed her staring and she quickly looked away when he turned back towards her.

“Not sure why you’re calling me a cape though. My name’s not dumb and my costume is not wacky. Also, I don’t have superpowers.”

“Wait, what?” That caught her completely off guard. “You don’t have any powers?”

“Nope!” He sounded entirely unbothered.

“No super strength? X-ray vision? Fancy gadgets or tech?”

He laughed in amusement. “Nope, nope and man, I fucking wish. That would be sick.”

She was stumped. “Then why the fuck do you dress like that?”

“Hey, my outfit is both tactical and fashionable! I don’t know what your deal with teal is but respect the suit.” He waggled a finger at her in a warning.

She scoffed at his defensive response. “What kind of hero, powers or not, wears fucking teal? Come on, name one!”

“Aquaman!” He blurted out.

She shook her head. “No way, that is sea green at best. Plus, that dude fucks fish. You don't fuck fish do you?”

“No! God no!” He jumped off the bed in a rush to defend himself again. “I fuck humans, thank you very much. Real human women.

“Very reassuring.” She nodded solemnly at him. “I definitely believe you.”

“Thank god. I don’t want any rumours going around.” He sounded relieved, clearly missing her sarcastic tone. She kept quiet and watched him head over to the bathroom to change and brush his teeth.

Wait. Is he…limping?

She paid closer attention to his feet when he finally exited in his pyjamas and walked back over to the beds. There was a subtle but noticeable drag on his right side.

“Hey, are you all good?”

He didn’t seem to understand the question so she continued. “Your right foot? You’re limping. Are you okay?”

He tensed and straightened up immediately. “I’m fine. Nothing happened.”

“Well, that’s not suspicious or worrisome at all.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

He sighed and flopped down gently on his mattress, staring up at the ceiling. “I … kind of got tortured last week.”

She snapped to attention, clearly not expecting that explanation. “Do you want to talk about it?” She hadn’t intended to start such a serious conversation but she knew she needed to proceed carefully.

“No.” He paused, sighed again and turned to look over at her. “...maybe?”

She studied him carefully, trying to make eye contact behind his glaring red visor. “Can you at least tell me how you’re injured? Do you need any medical assistance?”

"Why are you being so nice?" His tone was suspicious.

She paused for a moment. It wasn't exactly her own choice but she didn't hate the way they were getting along. She took a deep breath and tried to think of a good explanation.

"We officially work together now. Out in the field, it's life or death a lot of the time." She looked over at him with what she hoped was a reassuring face. "We need to trust each other. So I'm going to try and be nicer to you from now on. … emphasis on the try."

She looked away and muttered that last part under her breath.

"Oh. That makes sense." He thought for a moment. "You can still be mean sometimes if you want. It doesn't bother me much."

She laughed. "Well thanks, but I definitely won't be mean about you getting hurt, alright? Are you sure you're okay?"

He glanced down at his socked right foot and then back at her and nodded. “My foot is healing okay. Just a bit sore, I might walk funny for a bit. Goff tried to cut off my pinky toe with an unreasonably dull knife.”

She winced in sympathy at the gory mental image. Annoying or not, nobody deserved that.

Poor guy.

After a moment, she finally registered the name he mentioned. “Wait, Goff? Royland Goff?”

Vigilante nodded again. “In the mansion basement. He had me and Peacemaker tied up.” He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. “He wanted information about who sent us and used me to try and force Peacemaker to talk.”

“Holy shit.” She didn’t really know what else to say. “That’s super fucked up.”

“Right?! Who does that? Honestly, I thought without my pinky toe I’d fall over all the time but apparently that’s not true. It just hurts real fucking bad for a while, which sucks but I’m glad I can still walk. Plus my balls don't hurt anymore though, so that's good."

She nearly choked on her own spit. "Excuse me? Your … balls?"

"Oh, yeah." He shrugged at her nonchalantly. "Goff also hooked jumper cables up to my balls and electrocuted me several times."

"What the actual fuck?!"

He rushed to reassure her. "They're fine now though! Everything still works!"

"I didn't need to know that." She pulled a face at his oversharing. "That's just …wow. That's really brutal."

"It wasn't a great time, that's for sure." His voice then perked up a bit. "I didn't break though. Not even once!"

Well, that's impressive.

"Aw, thanks." He sounded happy at the praise.

Shit, did I say that out loud?

It was true, most seasoned agents can't even withstand that kind of torture. But she didn't mean to say that aloud and stroke Vigilante's ego even further. She ignored him and focused on another key piece of the situation. “None of this was in the report.”

She started fidgeting with the edge of the comforter on her bed, feeling increasingly anxious. These were extremely important details about the Goff mission that most definitely had not appeared in any of the files she had read.

He was confused. "It didn't say anything about me getting hurt? Or about my mask coming off?"

"What?!"

"Oh fuck." He sounded panicked like he really shouldn't have brought that up.

"Your mask came off too? Did anyone see your face?"

He didn't answer. She decided to try again. "Vigilante, you need to trust me. I have to know what happened, it's really important."

He sighed and looked over at her. "After Peacemaker and I were tied up, Goff took my mask off and they both saw my face. Then the torture, then the escape and then the rescue. Kind of a shitty day overall, not going to lie."

She frowned, trying to determine what to do with the new information. “The report said you were apprehended by Judomaster, taken to an underground level then incapacitated him and executed Goff before being retrieved by the rest of the team. There was nothing about torture or your identity." She tried to remember the full report but her mind was racing with revelations.

Peacemaker gave the only statement about what happened in the basement… Peacemaker lied in his report… Peacemaker saw his face…

Shit.

"You and Peacemaker are best friends right?"

"Obviously, yes!"

She sat up and looked straight at him. "I think Peacemaker lied in his report to protect you."

"Wait, really?" He was stunned.

"The report didn't even say Vigilante, just Peacemaker and unnamed accomplice. That's really unusual. If he had mentioned what you described happened in the basement, ARGUS would have dug into you further and forced him to identify you."

"Told you we were besties." A hopeful note tinged his voice but she wasn't paying much attention. She was still mentally reviewing the mission reports and muttering to herself.

"I can't believe how messy that mission actually was. You know, if Judomaster hadn't shown up, it would have been a total sweep. In and out in under 10 minutes. That takes an exceptional level of skill and a very talented marksman.”

His voice softened. “… You think I'm skilled? And … talented?”

Shit. So much for not padding his ego.

"Hey, I'm just analyzing the report data and making observations." She threw up her hands in defence. "I don't even know anymore if that part of the report was accurate."

"Even Harcourt saw it, come on!"

She grinned at him. "All I'm saying is that first-hand experience is the only way to truly judge expertise for any skill."

“Okay,”

"Okay?" She eyed him suspiciously. "Just like that?"

"Yeah. If you need to watch me, then I'll show you." The confidence in his voice should have been a warning but it sparked something inside her.

Yes, please .

Fuck, that wasn't out loud too right? She looked over at him quickly. He hadn't responded so thank god, that had remained an inside thought. Her brain was really not behaving this evening.

“It’s late, we should go to sleep.” She hopped quickly off the bed, grabbed her pyjamas and toiletries from her bag and rushed over to the bathroom.

Brushing her teeth and washing her face in the tiny bathroom was quick work. She looked down at her sleepwear and froze for a second. She had just packed the first things she found that were seasonally appropriate, forgetting she’d be sharing a room. The thin tank top and tiny shorts she usually wore at home were comfortable but not exactly appropriate. She didn't really have any other options though, so it would have to do.

She exited the bathroom and walked back across the room. She noticed the red strip of Vigilante's visor following her as she moved and climbed into her bed.

“Are you seriously going to sleep in that thing?”

“Yes. I’m not showing you my face.” His tone shifted and she realized she should probably be careful with that topic.

“Do you sleep in the mask a lot?”

He climbed under the duvet before answering. “When I have to.”

“Isn't that uncomfortable?”

“You get used to it.”

She glanced over at him. “You put a lot of effort into protecting yourself.”

“It's not about me.” He shuffled around under the covers and rearranged his pillows. “It's about everyone else.”

What a weird thing to say.

She rolled over and fluffed her own pillow before flicking off the lamp beside her. “Goodnight Vigilante.”

An indistinguishable noise sounded from his side of the room in response while she closed her eyes and managed to drift off to sleep.

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A/N: That got a lil more emotional than I originally planned but I like this vibe for these two, sassy but sweet. Also, let it be said that Peacemaker does try his best to be a bro to Vig, he's just bad at it. Let me know what you think! More to come soon.

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lieutenantwilliamrusso · 2 years

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Getting in the Halloween mood, I hope you are. Would I love to request a darkBilly! filthy Smut involving a grand gothic haunted house? Maybe he could be master of the manor and invite the reader to stay for the weekend while he lights the way with his candelabra? BUT IT TURNS OUT HE'S A FUCKING GHOST, get it? Haha. Yes, I would.

I hope u enjoy! Thank u sm for requesting and I'm sorry it took an age. This is my gothic y'all. My freakin' Jane Eyre. If u catch the Punisher Easter egg u get my eternal gratitude and a little forehead kiss.

Hopefully Billy won't...ghost her....

tagging miss @idaofinfinity

Warnings for: wax play, sex, 18+ minors DNI

Billy Russo x Fem Reader

In the Shadow of Death

As the autumn air filters through your nose for the first time, you're grateful you made the choice to take a few weeks off of work to recharge. You'd never been to upstate New York, had never traveled farther than the brownstone row homes and cracked pavement of your Brooklyn neighborhood.

Now you're here, in Castle Grove, New York, breathing in the crisp air of the first real autumn weekend. You pop the trunk of your rental car and grab your duffel bag, admiring the low stone wall of the house you'd rented for the month of October. It's a humble wooden structure, with rustic red shutters and a creaky front door that seems to howl as you toe it open, bag and keys occupying your hands.

The inside of the house is cozy, an amalgamation of festive throw pillows and plush furniture. But that's not what catches your eye. It's the Victorian mansion that faces away from your little house, only connected by the dying grass outside. There's a wrought iron fence hiding the bottom half, but the top is exquisite, whorls of grays and blacks meshing in the paint and carved wood around the windows. You stare in awe for a while, wondering who might live there, before moving to get unpacked. You leave the curtains drawn just in case you might get a glimpse of the mysterious owner of the mansion.

It's a few days later when it arrives. The thick cream envelope is sealed with a black clump of wax, the elegant swirls pressed into it matching the ones you gaze at out of your window each slow afternoon. Suddenly it's very clear who the message is from. You tear into it eagerly, unable to wait. Inside is a single card, the script neat and small.

Welcome to the neighborhood. I'd like to invite you to the manor behind your home tomorrow evening for a meal. Please arrive at 8.

-William Russo

"William..." You ponder.

Certainly mysterious.

The following night arrives quickly, your nerves almost getting the better of you. Should you bring something? How do you dress for this? Who is William Russo?

The questions swirl in your mind as you grudgingly choose a simple black dress with sleeves and a bottle of your favorite red wine. You're still unsure as you mount the wide steps to the house, the black front door gaping at you like the mouth of some ancient creature. Before you can raise your hand to knock, the door swings open, and a head of dark hair poked through it.

The man you're left staring as it gorgeous, dark eyes matched to his hair and a small smile on his plush lips. His eyes are inquisitive as he takes you in.

"You must be the neighbor."

You nod.

"I'm Y/N. Thank you for the invitation."

His smile widens. "Welcome." He says, opening the door wider and beckoning you in.

You're struck first by how dark it is inside. You can make out the outlines of paintings with thick frames and furniture covered by sheets. There's only a dull glow coming from William's hands as he holds up a candelabra.

"My apologies, this is an old house, and recent renovations have left the electricity lacking. I thought they would have been further along by now."

You nod, assured by his words.

"Understandable. This is a gorgeous house you have."

William nods. "It's been in my family for generations."

You take in as much as you can parse out as William guides you through the halls, twisting and turning around the carpeted labyrinth. You hadn't realized how large the house is, the outside not giving it away. You watch William's broad shoulders move as he walks, his white button up displaying the play of muscle under it.

When you reach the dining room, the light heightens, an array of candles spread across the tables and shelves in the room. The table is thick oak, and there's a variety of foods on the it.

"I wasn't sure what your tastes were, so I made it all."

William looks almost sheepish as he takes the wine from your hands, moving to pour it into two glasses.

"It's wonderful!" You say, eyes wide in excitement.

He looks sated, pulling out a chair for you to sit on. When you're seated he takes his own, moving it a little closer to you in the intimate lighting. When the food is served you eat a little of everything, complimenting his cooking often. You enjoy seeing the little smile spread across his mouth, and you can't help wondering what that mouth would feel like on your skin.

"So, neighbor-"

"Y/N." you correct, smirking at his raised eyebrow.

"My apologies, Y/N." He practically purrs your name, and you resist the urge to shiver. "Why are you in town?"

"Well, I wanted a break from work. I'm from the city, and I figured the fresh air would do me good."

"It certainly does help. It's a wonderful place to be this time of year." William affirms.

"I'm also glad you invited me over." You admit. "I've been admiring your home all week."

You bite your lip, suddenly shy.

"I've been admiring you all week." William answers smoothly.

Your eyes dart up, locking with his. He looks serious, hungry almost and you have the suspicion it's no longer for the meal. You should be afraid, alone in a dark house with a stranger. But something in William's face grounds you, and a second later it has you leaning forward.

"Is that so?"

"It is." He replies.

"So what, is this a date?" You ask.

William grins, white teeth on display. "Well that depends on what kind of woman you are."

"What, don't kiss on the first date, William?"

"I believe the issue is that I do."

He's so close now, just a breath away from your mouth, and you ache to close the space between you.

"Good thing I'm that kind of woman." You breathe out.

He kisses you and it's hot and wet from the start. His mouth devours yours, tongue probing yours like it's the last time he'll take a lover. You moan into it, hands moving to grip his shoulders as he cradles the back of your head, fisting your hair while the other hand reaches for your waist. You make out with William, trading slow kisses until he pulls away suddenly.

"The bedroom is close." William pants.

You nod, already standing. He doesn't pick the candelabra back up, instead navigating the darkness adeptly as he leads you by your hand. A few moments later you're entering a room with a four poster bed and plush pillows. The room is illuminated my the moonlight through the window, casting the old fashioned fixtures in a ghostly glow.

William backs you onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head as you kick off your shoes. In the light of the moon his pale skin looks almost translucent, but before you look to closely he's on top of you, grinding his hips into yours feverishly. You gasp, hands threading into his hair as he works his way down your throat, nipping at the skin. When he reaches the neckline of your dress he leans back, tugging the fabric over your head and immediately unclasping your bra.

Then you're exposed, the cool air brushing your skin for just a second until William's mouth closes over your left nipple, hot tongue lapping at the skin.

"Ah!" You gasp.

William groans, other hand moving to squeeze your other breast. You arch into the attention, hips stuttering against his. You can feel the hard bulge in his pants, and you clench around nothing. When he pulls off to lave at the other nipple you stop him, tugging at his belt.

"Please." You beg, chest heaving.

"Eager girl, aren't you darling?" William purrs.

You nod quickly, smiling as he takes pity and undoes the leather belt, dropping it to the floor. When you tug his pants down and free his thick cock, he growls. Your hands are suddenly pinned to the bed, William's muscular frame looming over you.

"Open." He commands.

You open your mouth, closing your eyes in bliss as he lets a trail of saliva fall fro his mouth to yours. You close your mouth and swallow, and a second later you're rewarded with deft fingers swiping across your clothed clit. You cry out, the sound muffled by the fingers William pushes through your lips. Then he's gone, his body removed from yours. You sit up, searching for his figure in the darkness.

"Stay there." He calls, voice commanding as you hear the bedroom door open and close.

You pant, spread across the sheets as you wait for his return. It only takes a minute before he's back, one of the candles from the dining room in hand. He approaches the bed, and you can clearly see now how red his mouth his, how flushed his cheeks have become. You must look the same.

"I'm going to make you cum, but first we're going to play."

It's then you comprehend what the candle is for.

You nod, eyes wide.

"Use your words, darling."

"Yes, sir."

When the first drops of warm wax drip over your stomach you can't help but gasp, the liquid cooling on your skin. You feel something uncoil inside you then, something wild and dangerous. William must see it on your face because he grins, dropping more of the wax onto your skin, making a trail up to your breasts. When the wax touches your nipples for the first time you moan, deep and long into the night air.

"More?" William asks, smoothing hand over your hair.

"Yes, yes, yes." You babble, pleasure overtaking you.

William works back down your body, wax dropping onto you with bursts of heat that dissipate into pressure, leaving you feeling like there are fingers pressed into you all over.

When he reaches your still-clothed pussy, William stop his work, discarding the candle on a nearby table. When he returns he slips your panties off, gazing at your wet heat.

"Is this all for me?" He teases.

"No, sorry, it's for the ghosts." You retort.

"I'm sure they'd appreciate that, but you're mine right now."

Then he's diving in, licking into your pussy like you're his favorite dessert. You grip his hair, hips bucking as you grind onto his tongue. He adds two fingers and pumps them into you, stretching your pussy for his cock. Wet sounds pour forth from where your bodies connect, and you gasp and cry out as you reach your peak. When you cum, William grips your thighs tightly, holding you down until the aftershocks subside. When you come to, he's on top of you again, rubbing his cock through your folds.

"Ready for me?" He groans, cock twitching.

"So fucking ready."

He laughs, loud and loose as he pushes in, the sound elongating into a guttural moan. He begins to pump into you immediately, hard thrusts punctuated by the slap of his hips against yours. He fills you, thick cock stretching your walls and rubbing deliciously against your walls.

It feels like William is everywhere, on top of you, around you, in all your senses. He's pressed close, his skin bouncing off the wavering glow of the candle until you can't keep your eyes open any longer, gasping his name as you cum a second time, going limp in his arms. William's forehead presses to yours, his hips stuttering as he cums after you, his hot cum filling your still-clenching pussy. He pants into your open mouth, and you imagine you can taste his satisfaction on your own tongue.

A few moments later you drift off, William stroking your sweaty hair.

When you wake, you're in your bedroom, the sun streaming through the open curtains, casting little shapes on your skin. You're naked still, you clothes folded neatly on the chair in the corner, and William is nowhere to be found.

When you finally scrape yourself off of your sheets, satisfied but confused, you find yourself reaching for your laptop. Who did you sleep with last night? Just some rich, lonely, gorgeous bachelor? Or is there more to it, that man alone in the big black house. You type his name into the browser with the name of the town, clicking the first result.

The Russo family manor has been abandoned since the late 1940s, when the last of the Russo children, William, passed away of tuberculosis contracted serving in the Second World War. The house is maintained by a trust in the family's name. Local legend says William can still be seen wandering the halls, lighting his way with the family's gold candelabra.

When you look up he's in the window of the upstairs bedroom, waiting for your eyes to meet his. You swear you can see the bed through him.

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whatinthe-greenbeans · 3 months

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1-98 ask game

Im not gonna answer some of them just cause 1- I’m lazy, and 2- I couldn’t think of an answer. I’ll just put N/A (no answer) for those ones

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Mugs definitely, I love mugs. Teacups are a close second though, those are pretty cool.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubble gum (this also depends on what brand of bubble gum though)

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I was homeschooled so idk

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Soda cans/bottles, whatever the soda originally came in basically

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Grunge or goth

7. earbuds or headphones?

Headphones 100%

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows, movies are too much commitment

9. favorite smell in the summer?

This is oddly specific, my mind is blank

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Again, homeschooled. I’ve never done p.e.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

A bowl of cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist?

“More unnamed vibes ✨🕺”

13. lanyard or key ring?

Lanyard

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Skittles

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

The kite runner was really good. I also loved when we read Shakespeare

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

It depends which part of my body hurts that day

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

combat boots

18. ideal weather?

When it’s really sunshiney right after it rains

19. sleeping position?

On my side

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Notes app or google docs if I’m on my laptop

21. obsession from childhood?

✨dinosaurs✨

22. role model?

N/A

23. strange habits?

I have a lot of habits but I wouldn’t say any of them are strange or out of the ordinary? I’m sure there’s something but I can’t think of it right now

24. favorite crystal?

N/A

25. first song you remember hearing?

Idk man that was too long ago for me to recall. Probably some Katy Perry or something??

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Old lady activities- but outside (reading, crocheting, etc but it’s in the sun so it’s 10x better)

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Old lady activities still but it’s inside because cold

28. five songs to describe you?

That requires way more thinking and self awareness than I posses. Ask pyxy maybe they know

29. best way to bond with you?

Literally just hang out or hold an interesting conversation with me

30. places that you find sacred?

N/A

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

I dunno, probably jeans and a cool shirt ?? (I wear the same things every day)

32. top five favorite vines?

I LIKE A LOT OF THEM HOW SHOULD I PICK???

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Probably me yelling ‘KYEL’

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

🕺 Avocados from Mexico 💃🏼

35. average time you fall asleep?

Like how many times per day? Once a night, I don’t nap. If we’re talking how long it takes me to fall asleep then it’s more like an hour+ of laying in bed and staring at the ceiling

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Some of these questions are really challenging my memory

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea?

Lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Pie

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

N/A

41. last person you texted?

@pyxy-styx

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

I do not like scented soap

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy but I also like sci fi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

T shirt and leggings /pajama pants

47. favorite type of cheese?

All of the above

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

A peach?? Idk

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

N/A (I can’t think of any rn but I’m sure there is some)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Watching someone else laugh so hard that water came out of her nose

51. current stresses?

I have a concert coming up soon but I think we’ll be fine

52. favorite font?

Times new Roman (I don’t use a lot of fonts, this one is nice though)

53. what is the current state of your hands?

I’ve colored all over them

54. what did you learn from your first job?

N/A

55. favorite fairy tale?

Dude most of the original fairytales are pretty gruesome, they’re all really cool

56. favorite tradition?

My family is boring we don’t really have specific traditions

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Oh boy do you wanna know (N/A)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Creative ability in general, specifically with music and crafts like crocheting or sewing. Ig I would also consider my fixation and knowledge on psychology and brain stuff a talent.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Gaslight Gatekeep Kivenboss

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

N/A (I haven’t watched any anime so)

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“But before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a persons conscience” -Atticus Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

62. seven characters you relate to?

Nimona(Nimona), hiccup haddock(HTTYD), Charlie spring(Heartstopper), Peter Parker(specifically the Tom holland MCU spider man), Anne Shirley(Anne of green gables), Katie Mitchell(Mitchell’s vs. the Machines). Kinda basic characters but idc.

63. five songs that would play in your

club?

All the gay songs

64. favorite website from your childhood?

I wasn’t really on the internet as a ki

65. any permanent scars?

Yeah

66. favorite flower(s)?

Marigolds and carnations are really pretty

67. good luck charms?

N/A

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

I’m not typically picky when it comes to the flavor of things, nothing comes to mind that I just really hated the flavor of.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Pretty much everything I know about cannibalism

70. left or right handed?

Right

71. least favorite pattern?

Anything that has so much going on it overloads my brain

72. worst subject?

The one I’m worst in is probably any type of history but I don’t hate any subjects

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

I dislike weird flavor combos in general so I can’t think of any I like

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

I could probably get up to a pain level of like 5 or 6 and not even really notice just cause I suck at noticing what’s going on with my body. Pain meds also just don’t really work well for me, so I rarely take any

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I think I was six, almost seven probably?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

French fries 🫶🫶

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

I know nothing about plants. I think plants with vines hanging out of the windowsill would look cool though

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Sushi

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

School ID. I have a horrible rbf in my license photo

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

I grew up saying fireflies but lighting bugs is so much cooler

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

Writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcast

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie

85. fairy tales or mythology?

I don’t know much about mythology but it’s cooler so I pick mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

I don’t actually know

88. your greatest wish?

My father dies (/hj)

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Your mom

90. luckiest mistake?

N/A

91. boxes or bags?

Depends what I’m putting in them

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamps and other alternative lighting over the big lights any day

93. nicknames?

My legal name + the nickname that goes with it (I hate these), my preferred name + nickname of my preferred name, kiven, plus whatever random crap my friends come up with

94. favorite season?

Autumn

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr (im a mobile user, tragic I know) or Spotify

96. desktop background?

A drawing of a rainy day

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

All in all it’s around eight

98. favorite historical era?

The renaissance was pretty cool. Industrial Revolution era is also really fascinating

This took way too fucking long to do but here it is

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upon-a-starry-night · 11 months

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Never Lost Pt1

~Ongoing~

Drukkari x female reader

College Au

Summary: You meet your new roommate Makkari and her friends at college. Something begins developing between you, Druig, and Makkari, but will insecurities and sorority girls get in the way of your blooming romance?

(disclaimer! This series is unedited and will have errors- I apologize)

You smiled as you felt the fresh warm air hit your face, stepping out of the car you admired to view in front of you.The dorm buildings were huge and lavish, you could only imagine what the inside looked like.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by your mom nudging your shoulder

“Come on Y/n, we don’t have all day and I have a flight to catch” She grabbed some of your bags from the backseat and began walking towards the dorm doors, you playfully rolled your eyes- it was 8 AM you both had plenty of time to get your stuff unpacked.

Your mother had gratefully made the drive up to California with you in your car, but she was catching a flight back home this evening in order to get back in time for work.

You grabbed one of the duffel bags and slung it around your shoulder before grabbing a box and following after your mom, you found her talking with the receptionist at the front desk of the building, they both looked at you as you approached

“Hi! You must be Y/n?” the woman questioned and you groaned

“Mom, what have you told her?” your mom just shook her head with a small smile

“I’m just trying to find out where your room is y/n” She stated, you squinted your eyes at her in suspicion

“Right, I just need you to sign a few papers and then i can give you your keycard- it’s used to get in your dorm, foodhall, and lounge rooms”

“Ok cool” You set down your stuff and grabbed the pen handed to you, briefly reading over everything before signing

“So she has a roommate right?” Your mom inquired

“Yes, she arrived yesterday so all of her stuff will be in the room already, i’m not sure if she’s there currently but i guess you’ll find out” The receptionist said

“She?” Your mother turned to you with an inquisitive smirk on her face and you had to physically restrain yourself from rolling your eyes again.

It was no secret that you were bisexual, and you were lucky to have a mother that was accepting but it also meant that she was buying you anything and everything that had a rainbow and assumed you were going to fall in love with every girl you met. You were lucky you did most of the shopping for your dorm by yourself or you’re almost entirely sure your bedspread and school supplies would all be rainbow.

You waved a polite goodbye to the front desk lady as you picked up your bags and new keycard and began walking to your dorm, you had to take the elevator because your room was on the second floor but you didn’t mind as you didn’t have anything too heavy to unpack anyway.

You scanned the keycard until the lock flashed green and entered the room, you looked over to the other side that was practically already fully decorated and noticed a few track trophies and posters of older bands of music, they had good taste you decided.

You set your stuff down on your side, throwing the duffle bag onto the bed before following it and laying down.

Huh, the bed wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be.

Your mother huffed “no no no Y/n there is no time for resting, we’ve got to unpack the rest of the car come on” She left no room for arguments as she exited the room, she was always one to worry about time crunches.

You ran after your mom as she nearly speed walked out of the building, stopping in the lobby to catch your breath when you noticed by far the prettiest girl you’d ever seen walk into the building, she was dressed in a crop top and leggings showing off her beautiful caramel skin and good physique as she wiped sweat off her neck with a towel, obviously coming back from some sort of run.

She looked over at you, catching you staring and giving you the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen before waving and walking away. Oh yeah, you liked this college already.

You and your mom grabbed the rest of your stuff and you locked your car before making your way back, this time when you opened your door there was someone inside and you thanked the heavens for whoever assigned the roommates. The same girl you’d run into downstairs was sitting on her bed and scrolling on her phone, looking up when you and your mother entered

“Oh look Y/n! Hi, I’m y/n’s mother it’s nice to meet you” You mother set down the boxes she was holding and walked over to the pretty girl who sat up to shake your moms hand

“What’s your name darling?” your mother questioned, you could see the girl paying avid attention to your mom’s mouth, you were about to question it before your eyes were drawn down to her hands as she signed her name M-a-k-k-a-r-i. Ah, now you understood, she was reading her lips.

You smiled to yourself as you put down your boxes and walked over, introducing yourself in return, the girl looked mildly surprised but more pleased than anything.

“You speak sign language?” She signed

You nodded “My nephew is deaf so i learned it so I could communicate with him-, you explained

“That’s very sweet of you”

“Thank you”

“Well i’m glad to see you two getting along already” you mother interjected “but we need to get you set up Hon” she turned to you and you sighed

“Alright”

Makkari offered to help and despite you telling her you didn’t want to inconvenience her, she still helped you set up a few things, the three of you working together got the unpacking done a lot faster than you’d excepted and by the time noon came around you were practically finished

“Shit that was fast” you expressed, Makkari smiling and your mother swatting you on the shoulder

You sat down on your bed as your mother announced she was going to the bathroom, Makkari sat across from you on her bed

“So,” you began signing “You do track?” you nodded your head in the direction of her trophies

She beamed “Yes! I love running, it’s always been very therapeutic for me”

You snorted “couldn’t be me, exercise is not my thing, the most I can do is like 2 push-ups and a hike to the nearest ice cream shop”

She shook her head, pretending to scold you “exercise is very important, helps to keep you healthy”

“Amongst other things” you muttered to yourself, trying hard not to look at the abs showing slightly under the crop top she was wearing, when you looked back up she was smirking. Shit, had she read your lips?

Your mother burst back in right at that moment, complaining that you hadn’t moved since she left and forcing you to get off your bed to continue setting everything up, there were still some things you needed, like food for the next week at least and a few textbooks so after finishing your room you waved goodbye to Makkari and went off with your mom.

You had a feeling this school year was going to be interesting, to say the least

Yay Chapter 1! As always, Please leave a comment to tell me what you thought!- Starry

Pt2.

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tumblr choose your own adventure: VAMPIRE ARK: part 21

STATS:

AGGRESSION: 4

CAUTION: 0

HOMOSEXUALITY: 8

ENDURANCE: 1

SKILL: 4

INVENTORY:

[Wallet] [Cash: $14.50]

[Mobile phone] [Battery: 100%]

[Keys]

[Antique Czech Typewriter] [Ink ribbons: 0]

[Antique Czech Lighter] [Fuel level: 1000%]

[Antique CZ 75 Pistol, 9mm, Automatic] [Ammunition: 50]

[Sharpened Metal Stake]

>Get the fire extinguisher.

There has just been an explosion of flame in your living room from a thrown petrol bomb.

Okay.

You’re in the kitchen. You’re close. Get it. Get the fire extinguisher. Don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic.

You run to the kitchen sink and throw open the cabinet underneath it.

You seize the small red fire extinguisher sitting in the cabinet.

In a flash of memory, you recall that this is a carbon dioxide extinguisher; you bought it in case of a grease fire, but they’re also appropriate for fuel fires.

You wheel around and run the few steps back to the living room. The bottle of fuel had hit the wall right above the couch. Flames lick across the wall, over the couch, across the floor.

Neither of your companions are on fire.

That’s good.

You hear yelling, but you can’t comprehend any of it. It hardly registers. Your heart is pounding in your ears.

There’s a mnemonic device to remember how to use a fire extinguisher.

You can’t remember it.

Something something base of the flame, and sweep? Or something like that?

You rip the pin out, squeeze the lever on the handle, and blast white clouds all over your living room. You sweep the nozzle back and forth, liberally coating the floor, the couch, and the wall.

Even after the fire is out, you keep spraying chemical for a second because you haven’t registered it.

And then the fire is out.

You register at that point that the fire alarm is going off, an incessant beeping. You can hear it going off in the hallway and in other units. The signal reverberates throughout the building. It signals a general evacuation to the tenants and staff.

Your apartment is full of the noxious odor of burnt gasoline. The living room is covered in white chemical powder, and the floor is scattered with shards of glass.

You cough and look around. Your eyes are stinging.

Louisiana grips your arm.

“We gotta go,” she says.

You nod your head as you swivel your head back and forth, surveying your now completely fucked-up apartment.

Bunny is crouching next to the broken window, peeking outside. She is holding a sleek black pistol at a downwards angle, her finger out of the trigger guard.

“They’re already gone,” she says, and pulls up her pajama top, pressing her pistol into a black plastic holster inside of the front of her waistband. She pulls her top back down and the gun and holster are totally concealed.

“Black SUV. Tinted windows. At least two inside,” Bunny says.

“Please, we gotta go,” pleads Louisiana, tugging on your sleeve.

“Yeah. I. Just gotta get dressed,” you say.

You lope into your room, leaving the door open, and change into jeans and a t shirt.

You throw your most practical clothing items into a backpack. You grab your pills and a couple other essentials.

“Hurry up,” you hear Bunny call out. “We’re not dead, so we need to get out of here as fast as possible.”

Your brain can hardly parse what she’s saying.

You put on a pair of hiking boots. They’re practically brand new, you received them as a gift several years ago and proceeded to never go hiking.

Bunny is already dressed and packed.

Louisiana has a duffel bag and a cross-body purse, both overstuffed and unable to fully zip closed. She is silent. Tears are running down her face.

Bunny opens the front door a little, looks left and right down the hallway, closes the door again, and then says, “Okay, this is it. We have to get out of here for good.”

You nod.

Louisiana nods.

“Leave your phones unless you want to be tracked,” says Bunny.

Louisiana and you look at each other.

“Is-is this okay?” she whispers to you.

“There’s no alternative,” you say in a monotone.

You turn off your phone and leave it on the side table next to the front door.

Louisiana shoves hers under her mattress.

The three of you walk out the door.

Neither you nor Louisiana stop to lock the door.

“My car is in your parking garage,” says Bunny.

“How’d you geddit in there?” you ask.

“I spoofed the keyfob,” she says, and holds up a small nondescript black plastic object, as if it would mean anything to you.

Okay, you think. Sure. Why not.

Bunny’s car is a brown quad-cab pickup truck.

You load your stuff and Louisiana’s stuff into the back seat. You take shotgun, and Louisiana sits in the back.

Bunny starts the car, and drives it up to the gate of the enclosed parking garage. She taps her little black rectangle against the RFID reader and it beeps, and the gate opens, just as if she lived there.

“Goddamn,” you say.

You can still hear the beeping of the fire alarm.

As soon as you pull out of the underground parking garage, Bunny reaches over to the dashboard and turns some dials on a device that looks kind of like a car stereo.

It comes to life, broadcasting audio of people talking. Bunny fiddles with the settings and flicks through the channels until she is seemingly satisfied.

You can tell from the audio that this device is picking up the local emergency services’ radio transmissions.

Bunny pulls out into the street and starts to navigate through the city. She looks real tense, her head darting left and right constantly.

You’re feeing lightheaded.

You glance in the back.

Louisiana is holding a crumpled tissue. Her eyes look red. But she hasn’t made a sound.

Bunny takes an on-ramp onto a freeway.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“A safe place. It’s a cabin I built. It’s my little off-the-grid shit-hits-the-fan hideaway. I always thought I might need to hide from vampires someday,” says Bunny. You can hear a hint of pride in her voice.

You turn around, leaning over so you can get a good look at Louisiana.

“Is that okay with you, Lou?” you ask in a soft voice.

“Yeah. I mean. It’s what we hafta do. So… Yeah. Let’s fuckin’ go,” she says hoarsely.

You nod.

Bunny drives and drives. The towns get smaller.

She turns off the police scanner.

You pass the reservation, and a casino. Tempting, but not today.

You pass billboards about Jesus.

You go up into a mountain range, over the pass, and down the other side. It’s snowing up there.

It’s been three and a half hours.

“Are you- uh. Is anyone hungry..?” asks Bunny.

You look at Louisiana. “A little,” she says.

You don’t have any food with you.

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