#and apparently that’s rude and I need to stay longer?
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#oh boy do I love walking in the door and getting yelled at 🙃#we need to get the fuck out of here like yesterday#guess I’m staying up in my room for the rest of the night#and then they wonder why I’m fucking depressed#this is all because I said I’d come to our relatives house for Easter dinner#but I told them I was just gonna come for like 2 hours#and apparently that’s rude and I need to stay longer?#I’m sorry I have work the next day and you guys don’t leave until like 9pm half the time#and they’re going over at 1pm#I thought two hours was a good compromise but apparently not 🙃#the thing that gets me is like instead of just telling me this#I got it screamed at me and told how incredibly rude I am#I didn’t realize stopping at a relative who wanted to see me and making a dish to bring us rude but okay#cool cool cool cool#anyways I’m like super upset because my mom and I have never gotten along and we’ve actually been doing good lately#which has been nice cause I haven’t been getting along with my dad the past few months#and like me and him have always gotten along so it’s kind of hard#he revealed he regretted having me too now and like#both parents have told me that now and it’s fucking hard especially given how I’ve been treated and continue to be treated#so like the fact that me and mom were getting along was… idk it was just#it was nice for once#so idk it makes this hurt a lot more#I’ve been made to feel like I’m a fucking burden my whole life#I was a good kid- I didn’t act out and I did what I was told and got straight As and wasn’t a picky eater#yeah I had a lot of health issues but that was out of my control#and they still treated me like I was such a burden#it’s hard it’s so fucking hard#I just want to feel loved and like I was wanted I don’t know what I ever did wrong#I’m just never going to be enough am I?#my whole life has felt like it’s been me trying to gain their approval and it just feels like they’re stringing me along most of the time
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Good Girls Get Rewarded
Summary: Frank gets tired of you running your mouth and decides to remind you who's in charge. Smutty antics follow.
Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader
Word Count: 7.5k (holy shit!!!!)
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a/n: im not ashamed to admit that this fic is the only thing i thought about for three days straight. please enjoy. it is an absolute smut-fest!
warnings: buckle the fuck up bitches, cursing (obvi), all porn no plot, oral (male & fem receiving), fingering, pet names!!!!!, p in v sex, praise kink, size kink a little??, frank is so mean at first lmfao, lots of teasing, spanking, frank gets called sir a lot lmfao, reader is a brat, physical violence (this does not transfer to the smut!!!), i am probably forgetting so many pls let me know what i need to add!
“How’d you get this number?”
Frank’s familiar rasp was even more apparent over the phone, a tingling revelation that sent a shiver up your spine. He was in a sour mood, and you were itching for a fight. It was the perfect way to end your evening.
“Oh, c’mon, Frankie. You know I can get whatever I want whenever I want.”
“How could I forget you’re such a spoiled princess, huh? The fuck you want, princess?”
He spat the last word at you as if it were an insult. Good. He was angry, too.
“Did I catch you at a bad time? I was just admiring these pretty curtains. They designer?”
Annoyed resolve rang through in Frank’s tone as he replied. “You know I don’t know what you’re talking about. You gonna make me ask?”
“Sure, honey. I think you’ll want to know the answer.”
You smirked, eyes roaming the living room you were currently standing in the middle of. If only Frank could see you now.
He huffed. “What curtains?”
“These blue ones in your living room. Did you pick them out, or was it that Karen Page with her over-eagerness to please you?”
“You leave her the fuck out of this.” He paused, and you smirked at yourself in the mirror as the realization of what you’d said was processed fully by Frank. “You’re in my fuckin’ house? What the hell is wrong with you?”
He was already moving. Even if you hadn’t been able to hear the hitches in his breath as he barreled his way across Hell’s Kitchen, you’d know he was coming. Your plan was working. You were ecstatic.
“Cat got your tongue, princess?”
“Clever.” You hummed, running your tongue over your teeth. Since you’d first met Frank, he’d managed to throw a cat pun in your direction during every interaction you’d had. He claimed it was because the newspapers were calling you the Black Cat, but you thought it probably had something to do with the latex suit you wore. He never could keep his eyes off the curve of your hips. “Lazy, but clever, I suppose. I’ll allow it, considering the spontaneity of this phone call.”
“How kind of you.” Frank spat, and you resisted the urge to giggle over the phone. He had to be getting close, now. He’d come bursting through the door at any second. Your muscles were giddy with the thought of finally being challenged.
“You know I love chatting with you, darling, but I’ve got to run. I have a thing. Ta-ta!”
You hung up the phone, placing it on the counter and angling yourself so that you could see the front door. You weren’t exactly sure how angry he’d be that you broke into his house, but you wanted to at least seem like you had the upper hand when he charged through the door. You waited, anticipation building until you could no longer stay still. You began to pace, nervous and giddy at the same time, and of course, if you’d just been a little more patient and quiet, you probably would’ve heard the creak of the window opening behind you.
You didn’t realize Frank Castle was standing directly behind you until you backed into him. Your heart thundered in your chest, realizing exactly who was behind you and how he’d managed to perfectly out-do you in your own plan. The hands around your throat shouldn’t have been a surprise.
“It’s fuckin’ rude to break into people’s houses, princess.”
He pulled your body fully against his, attempting to wrap his arm around your neck from behind to pull you into a chokehold. You were a tricky little kitten, though, and you slipped out of his grasp almost as easily as you’d waltzed through his door earlier. Maybe he let you out. Maybe he was curious about your unprompted visit, too.
“You’re one to talk. Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not nice to grab a lady like that?”
He snorted. “Lady? Someone confuse you with someone less bitchy?”
“I’ll have you know, I am perfectly fucking civil to most people.” You assured him, jutting your chin out in defiance.
“We really doing this?” He ran his hand over the stubble on his jaw. You eyed the movement and shrugged.
“Eat your fuckin’ heart out, honey.”
You both lunged for each other, your leg rising to connect with his stomach before his fist could connect with your face. He sprang back, unharmed but winded, and caught your leg before it could connect with his chest. You were suddenly on your back, having been thrown off balance by Frank, who was pushing most of his weight down on your hips to keep you from thrashing beneath him.
“You’re rusty, kid.” His eyes were bright and fiery, a combination you’d grown accustomed to during these bouts. You brought your forehead to his chin in a headbutt that would’ve knocked anyone else out completely. Frank, unfortunately, was just dazed for a moment, blinking the confusion out of his eyes before you could make much leeway against his ridiculously strong hold on your hips.
You were, however, able to wiggle one of your legs out from underneath him, giving you the perfect opportunity to pull Frank into an armbar.
“You’re old.” You smirked. Old or not, the best thing about fighting Frank was how incredibly resilient he was. No matter who ended up on top at the end of the night, your pent-up energy was always spent.
He resisted the pull into your hold, though the only other direction for him to go was on top of you. Your breath rushed out of you as he landed directly on top of your lungs, your grip on his arm loosening enough for him to roll away from you.
“Real cute, princess. You break into my house, and now you’re trying to what? Hurt me?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as you coughed and remained on his kitchen floor. He really had landed hard, but you were playing the long game. “Good fucking luck. I’m not an idiot, in case you were wondering. You can stop the act.”
“You sure about that?” You rolled to your feet, pulling your hands into fists and holding them up to block your face. He rolled his eyes again, and even though he looked relaxed - unready, even - he caught your fist before it could connect with his jaw.
“You learn that on TV, princess?”
Your brow furrowed in anger. He was annoyingly good at reading your body language now.
“Actually,” you smiled up at him, face so close to his chest that you could nearly feel his thundering heartbeat, “I learned it from your mom.” You punctuated your insult with a swift knee to Frank’s groin. “I win.”
He hunched forward and you let him fall to his knees on the linoleum flooring. It was a low blow, but you weren’t in the mood to fight fair. He never did, anyway. You pushed yourself onto the counter, watching him breathe through the worst of the pain. You were an asshole, sure, but you weren’t the type to kick a man when he was down.
“You’re a fucking menace.” He grunted, nostrils flaring with anger when he took in your relaxed posture on the counter.
“Oh, please, Frank. It’s not like you fuckin’ use the thing.” You rolled your eyes, flipping your hand through the air in the universal sign for “whatever”.
His gaze shifted from anger to something you couldn’t quite place. You’d seen the look on his face before, but you’d never been able to figure out exactly what he was thinking during those moments. He tilted his head and rose to his feet, keeping his eyes trained on your face. Predator stalking prey. Goosebumps broke out on your skin.
“What was that, princess?” He stalked closer to you, and you were suddenly very aware how cornered you were in this position. To make a hasty escape you’d somehow have to catapult yourself over Frank’s shoulder or burst through what you guessed was a solid block of drywall beside you.
You swallowed thickly. “I said, it’s not like you use the thing.”
Frank’s eyes were bright with delight. Coupled with the teasing smile on his face and the slight tilt of his head, you were a little frightened.
“And you’d know that, how?” He taunted, stepping closer to you. He was in your space now, close enough to touch.
“I know a lot of things, Frankie.” You desperately grasped at the semblance of control you had left. “I know where you live, I know what you order every morning from that diner around the corner, and I know for sure that you. Don’t. Fuck.”
“Oh yeah?” Frank was leaning on the counter now, hands pressed into the granite on either side of your hips. “You think I can’t handle myself in bed, princess? Wanna try it out for yourself?”
“You wouldn’t know what to do with me.”
You didn’t know why you’d said it, or where it came from. Frank Castle was not the man to play games with, especially not these types of games. In actuality, you had no idea who the man was fucking or how often it was happening. You hadn’t expected him to rise to the challenge when you’d teased him about it.
“Is that right, princess?” His eyes gleamed with desire, and you finally realized what the look on his face meant. “Wanna bet?”
He pressed himself fully against you, the hardness of him apparent through his jeans. Your breath hitched against the column of your throat, and you swallowed thickly. You couldn’t deny the steady pounding between your legs, and you slightly widened your legs to allow him more room.
“Yes or no, princess? Wanna learn a thing or two?” His lips ghosted over yours, tongue darting out to lightly lick your top lip in a teasing, playful motion.
Your expectations for the night had been drastically different than this. You’d planned on a physical fight, maybe a black eye or two, and a slew of insults that you’d giggle about until you saw him again. You had not been expecting…this. Whatever this is. They probably existed, but you couldn’t think of a single reason why this might be a bad idea, so you leaned into the feeling that had been steadily growing in your core, and slammed your lips against his.
He groaned, immediately plunging his tongue into your mouth in a desperate, aching kiss. Your teeth clashed against his, but neither of you seemed to notice.
“Fuck, princess.” He mumbled against your lips, angling your chin so that he could pepper kisses down your jaw and onto your throat. You panted, pawing at his shoulders as he nipped the sensitive skin below your ear. “You gonna be good for me?”
“I’m not good for anyone.” You tried and failed to sound feisty. Instead, it came out in a mixture of a whine and a moan.
“You can be good for me, kitten. I won’t tell anyone.” His hands ghosted over the bottom of your shirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. He didn’t lift it up yet, and he probably wouldn’t, you realized, until you offered him some kind of consent.
“Only if you ask nicely.” You teased, brushing your lips over his jaw.
He snorted. “That ain’t happenin’.”
A feline grin made its way across your face. “I know.”
He gripped your jaw tightly, forcing you to look up at him as he leaned in close and whispered, “You’re going to be good for me, you fucking brat. Don’t make me say it again.”
Warm delight flooded your stomach, and even though it went against what you believed in, you nodded. You couldn’t think of a single thing you would rather be doing.
“Good girls get rewarded, kitten.” He adjusted his grip on your jaw, sliding his fingers further down your neck. He toyed with the hem of your shirt again, tugging it slightly so that you arched into his chest. “Can I take this off, sweet girl, hmm?” He hummed, running his tongue across your bottom lip.
You nodded again, and the hand around your neck flexed with displeasure.
“I kiss you for thirty seconds and your big mouth suddenly knows how to shut up?” He pinched your hip, eliciting a yelp from your unassuming mouth.
“Fuck yo-”
“Careful.” He warned, arching an eyebrow at you. “Use your words, kitten. I know you know how to be sweet. Be sweet to me.” His lips ghosted over yours, breath fanning across your flushed cheeks. “Can. I. Take. This. Off?” He punctuated each word with a slight squeeze of his hand, still wrapped around your throat.
“Yes.” You breathed, dipping your chin in a single nod.
“Yes…?” He cooed, close enough for you to see the amusement glittering in his eyes. The fucker was enjoying this entirely too much. Still, your core hadn’t stopped pounding since he’d cornered you, and you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t incredibly turned on by this, by him. You gave in to his question, as much as it hurt your stubborn heart to do so.
“Yes, sir.” You clenched your teeth around the word ‘sir’.
“See? That wasn’t so hard was it?”
“Or should I call you master? Or daddy? Or maybe punisher? You gonna punish me, dadd-”
His hand clamped over your mouth, cutting you off before you could continue.
“Shut the fuck up. You just can’t help yourself, can you? You’re such a fucking brat.” He pulled your hips flush against his, and you bit your lip to stifle the moan making its way up your throat. He leaned in, centimeters away from your lips as he whispered, “You want to be punished, kitten, hmm? I can do that.”
You were suddenly pulled off the counter and roughly thrown over Frank’s shoulder. The swiftness in his movements made you yelp, anger coursing through your blood at his man-handling.
“Fuck you, Frank.” You gritted your teeth.
His only response was a swift slap to your backside, which was nestled directly over his shoulder.
“You can’t just throw me around like a doll!” You protested, though you did nothing to try and wiggle your way out of his grasp. The man-handling was making you a little hot and bothered, but you wouldn’t be admitting that anytime soon.
“Oh yeah? Watch me.” He grunted as he threw you down on his bed, grasping your legs and pulling you down the mattress until he was towering over you again. He brushed your hair out of your face, a gentle gesture that juxtaposed the usual ferocity of your meetings. His thumb ghosted over your bottom lip, and before you could think twice about it, you opened your mouth and began sucking on it. A grunt, a smirk, the subtle desire lurking behind his intense gaze - all of it was incredibly sensual. “Should’ve known the sweetness wouldn’t last. You’re a brat, through and through, kitten.” You replaced the sweet caress of your tongue around his finger with your teeth, softly biting down on the tip of his thumb in response.
“I like it though.” He mumbled quietly, more to himself than to you. His gaze coasted down your body, catching on the swell of your breasts and the curve of your hips. He looked back at you, having come to a silent decision. “I’m gonna give you another chance, kitten. Does that sound okay, baby, hmm? I want to make you feel good, alright? All you have to do is be good. That’s it. Can you do that for me? Can you be good for me?”
You blinked up at him, his frame so wide above you that it was almost sinful.
“I can be good for you.” You responded slowly, relinquishing your hold on his thumb. He quirked an eyebrow at you, and you quickly added, “I can be good for you, sir.”
His cheeks widened into a smirk.
“You’re already doing so well, sweetheart.” He praised, running his hands along your sides until they met the bottom of your shirt. You arched into him as he pulled the fabric over your head, relishing the gentleness of his touch while simultaneously missing the roughness from before.
He slid the tip of his tongue from your navel to the valley between your breasts, tugging on the thin material of your bra with his teeth. His breath fanned across your chest, bringing a renewed sense of urgency to your aching core.
“Frank.” You whined, pawing at his shoulders and attempting to pull him fully against you. He barely budged, instead choosing to narrow his focus onto your pebbled nipples.
“What is it, kitten, hmm?” He pressed a soft kiss to your nipple. It was through your bra, but it might as well have been to your bare breast, because the rippling heat that washed through your body elicited a breathy moan from your throat.
“I need- I mean, I want- Can you-” The warmth from his mouth around your nipple was scrambling your brain, and you couldn’t begin to function as his fingers began sliding your pants down your legs.
“You need somethin’, sweetheart?” He was teasing you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to stay silent about it.
“Quit teasing me.” You whined, and his hands halted midway down your thighs.
“You think you have any control over this right now?” He chuckled, yanking your pants down your legs in one swift motion. “I haven’t forgotten how bratty you were earlier. You keep this up and you’ll be lucky if I let you come at all, sweetheart, and it’d do you good to remember that.”
Desire sparked deep in your core at his tone, and a devilish smile made its way to your face. He eyed you warily.
“Don’t do whatever you’re thinking about doing.” He warned, returning his attention to your breasts. “Behave. Can you do that for me?”
“Can you?”
The words were out before you could stop yourself. It was just so easy to talk back to him. He brought his teeth down around your nipple, biting hard enough to bruise.
“Brat.” He grunted, pushing himself off the bed completely. You whined at the loss of contact, but it quickly turned into a moan when Frank’s rough hands flipped you onto your stomach and slapped your ass hard enough to leave a mark.
“You’ll learn to be good.” One hand held your squirming form beneath him while the other came down in another harsh slap. “I’ll fuckin’ teach you if I have to.”
You moaned, louder and louder with every slap. Sure, you were a menace to the streets of Hell’s Kitchen and, likely, Frank Castle, but you never knew being bad could feel this good. Frank hoisted you up against him, roughly pressing your back into his chest.
“You’ll submit.” He whispered, nipping at the exposed skin on your neck. “I’ll make you. I dare you to try and stop me.”
He shoved you off of him, pulling his shirt over his head as you flopped down on the mattress. You tried to crawl further up the bed, but his hand clamped around your ankle and tugged you onto your stomach again. The position gave him a perfect view of your clothed cunt, which was thoroughly soaked in its current state.
“This underwear is pretty, baby.” He mumbled, running his fingers over the damp cotton. You squirmed beneath his touch, moaning as his fingers brushed against the part of you that needed him the most. “You wear these just for me?”
“Yes, sir.” You breathed, arching your back even more to give him a better view.
“Turn over, baby.” He instructed, gently prodding at your hips. You flipped over, splaying yourself out beneath his standing form, panting. “You’re good when you want something, aren’t you?”
“Who says I want something?”
Jesus. Christ. You really couldn’t help yourself. You sighed in disbelief at your own attitude. At this rate, he’d never let you come.
“Watch it.” He brought his hand down, slapping your clothed cunt in warning. You felt yourself clench around nothing, dying to be touched by him again. “You look delicious like this, kitten. I’m dying for a taste.”
His eyes flicked up to yours in question. Even after everything, he still wanted your consent before he crossed the next line. You nodded, and then winced as his eyebrows shot into his hairline and he brought his hand down in a harsh slap, connecting with your pussy again. “Words.”
“Yes. Yes, please, sir. Please taste me.” You corrected yourself, widening your legs.
“All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” He sank to his knees, grinning. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, which surely would’ve gotten you another punishment, and tried to relax against the mattress.
“Look how pretty you are when you’re behaving.” He hummed, breath fanning over the soaked fabric. You whined as your pussy fluttered at his praise. He pressed a soft kiss to your mound, still refusing to remove the fabric simply because he knew it was driving you crazy. “You like it when I compliment you, kitten? Look at how wet you are, and I haven’t even touched you.”
“Yes, sir.” You breathed, swallowing hard. You were so turned on it was starting to hurt, but you knew if you complained he would stretch the process out even further. Instead, you leaned into the praise and hoped he’d give in soon. “I’m being good, right, sir?” You asked, legs trembling with anticipation. He kissed your mound again, eliciting a groan from deep within you.
“Yes, kitten.” He smiled against your pussy. “And good girls get rewarded. Right, baby? Hmm?”
You moaned loudly as he hummed against your wet core. “Yes! Yes, please.” You nearly screamed out.
And finally, finally, he pulled your panties down your legs, discarding them in his back pocket. He briefly sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, taking in the sight before him. You were glistening with wetness - so turned on from his words alone that you could quench his thirst for a year with the amount of arousal leaking from your cunt. He grunted, slowly remembering the game he was supposed to be playing with you.
And you tensed, noticing all of this. You may not know a lot about a lot of things, but you knew Frank Castle, and you knew how to read him. You knew exactly what he’d been thinking. For a second, you had forgotten that this was all one giant game to him. He didn’t miss the way your demeanor changed. His eyes slid to yours in question.
“What is it, honey?” He asked, voice still dripping with lust but also with genuine concern.
“I just-” You struggled to find the words, and then tried to sweep the entire interaction under the rug. You wanted his tongue on you, now. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“Lying ain’t something good girls do.” He arched an eyebrow at you. You whined, pressing your head into the mattress.
“Is this a one time thing for you?” You asked, refusing to meet his eyes as you did so. It would be pretty embarrassing to be sent home in your current state - needy and wet - but not the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you. You would not torture yourself by watching his eyes go from lusty to their usual cold demeanor.
“What do you mean?” He asked, running his thumbs over your hip bones.
“I mean,” you huffed, sitting up on your elbows and forcing yourself to look at him, “Will you call me after this?”
Frank’s face morphed into an understanding smirk. “Are you asking me to?”
You glared at him. He pinched your sides again. You rolled your eyes. “Yes.”
“Then I’ll call.” He said, and then his tongue was swiping through your folds, and you couldn’t do anything but flop back onto the mattress again and groan.
He lapped up the arousal that had been leaking out of you since he’d arrived earlier before focusing his efforts on your clit. His tongue drew figure-eights around your clit, sending shocking waves of pleasure through your body, and when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, you were sure you’d died and gone to heaven.
“Fuck, princess, you’re so pretty.” Frank mumbled against your clit, sending a new spark of pleasure through you. “It pisses me off how pretty you are.”
“Please don’t stop.” You begged, legs shaking as you wrapped them around his head. His hand, which had been trailing closer and closer to your entrance, finally found its home, buried deep in your pussy. He pumped two fingers in and out of you, all the while sucking on your clit and going back and forth between praising and degrading you. You weren’t sure which direction was up.
“You just show up looking like a fucking goddess,” he punctuated the word with a harsh suck to your clit, “and expect me not to fuck you, princess? You’re begging to be fucked in those tight pants.”
He pumped his fingers faster and harder, sucking at your clit with more ferocity than you thought he was capable of. You were sobbing now, so close to the edge that you couldn’t stop the tears flowing down your temples and onto the comforter beneath you.
“You’re such a fucking brat sometimes, fuck.” He grunted. “But you’re so god damn pretty when you misbehave. You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”
“Frankie.” You sobbed, moaning as he sucked on your clit again.
“You wanna come, baby, hmm?” He cooed. “Only good girls get to come, kitten. You think you’ve earned it?”
“Yes! Yes, sir!” You practically screamed it, your entire body shaking with anticipation of your release. “Please let me come, sir.”
“Well, when you ask so nicely, honey.” He shrugged before attacking your clit with his tongue again.
You erupted beneath him, coming so hard your vision blacked out. You could vaguely feel Frank holding your hips in place, but your body was mostly one spark of pleasure after another. Your heart thundered in your chest, mimicking the pounding in your core. Frank squeezed your thighs hard enough to bruise, lapping up every drop of your release, but you were so far gone you barely registered it.
You eventually returned to your body - sweaty, panting, and thoroughly taken care of. Frank was smirking, pressing soft kisses into your skin.
“See what happens when you’re not a brat?” He teased, kissing the valley between your breasts. “Good girls get rewarded, and you’ve been so good for me, kitten.”
“What’s my reward?” You gasped, still a bit hazy from your orgasm.
“What do you want it to be?” He nipped at your jaw, trading between soft kisses and little bites that were sure to leave marks.
“I want to-”
His phone began ringing in his pocket, a sharp and alarming ring that startled both of you out of your hazes. He reached into his pocket and cringed when he saw who it was.
“Who is it?” You asked, curious.
He flipped the phone around for you to see, and you immediately tensed up. Motherfucking Karen Page was calling Frank, and he looked like he wanted to answer it. Your haze was gone now - long gone - and you suddenly felt like crying.
“Answer it.” You taunted, though you thought you might really start to cry if he did.
“I don’t think I’m going to.” He responded, watching you carefully.
“No, really,” you said, attempting to sit up, “She might need saving, again.”
It was a low blow, and you both knew it. It wasn’t Karen’s fault that she wasn’t skilled in hand-t0-hand combat. There was a pattern, though, and no matter how many times she got herself into trouble, Frank and/or Matt were always there to save her.
“Watch your mouth.” He blocked your attempt to sit up, shifting his weight so that he was fully hovering over you. He silenced his phone and slid it into his pocket. “You’re being a brat again.”
Hot, shameful tears welled in your eyes.
“I’m not trying to be one. This is my personality.”
“Crying after the most mind blowing orgasm you’ve ever had?”
“No.” You mumbled, though you couldn’t stop the sneaking smile from forming on your face.
“You’re pretty when you smile.” He said, peppering kisses along your jaw.
“Careful, Frank.” You murmured. “It almost sounds like you care.”
He nipped at your neck, an already sensitive area, and you groaned against him.
“I do.” He said genuinely, pulling back to make eye contact with you. “But don’t you worry your pretty little head about that right now, princess. You’re about to be so cockdrunk that you won’t be able to see straight for a week.” Your pussy clenched as he grinded against you, the denim of his jeans rubbing against your sensitive clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your stomach for what felt like the millionth time that night.
“What about my reward?” You hummed, wiping stray tears away. “I still get that, right?”
“How could I forget?” He mumbled, nipping at the marked skin around your breasts. “Princess wants her reward. What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I want to suck your cock.” You said, straight-faced and innocent, blinking up at him with such softness that he looked on the verge of tears. “Sorry.” You mumbled, correcting yourself before he could, “I want to suck your cock, sir.”
“You’re a fucking angel.” He grunted, pushing himself off the bed and into a standing position again. You followed, reaching for his jeans. He grabbed your hands, briefly stopping them from tearing his jeans off.
“Are you sure you want this, princess? A reward is supposed to be about you.”
You sort of liked the way he called you princess now. Before, when it had been fist fights and anger, it sounded like an insult. But now, the gentle cadence he said it with made your heart clench in your chest.
“I want to.” You nodded, and smiled up at him. “Can I, please?”
He undid his belt with one hand, bringing the other up to cradle your jaw. His hand was massive on your face and neck, a reminder of how insanely large the man standing in front of you was.
“When you look at me like that,” he started, biting his lower lip and slightly shaking his head, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was saying, “I forget how fucking bratty you are. I just want to corrupt the innocent little smile of yours.”
“I come pre-corrupted.” You grinned, the feline smile returning to your face as you looked up at him. “But you’re more than welcome to try.”
You tugged at his boxers, revealing his achingly hard cock. Sucking in a breath, you tried to imagine all of it fitting inside you as he stepped out of the boxers. Your mouth watered when he stroked himself a few times, smearing the precum across the tip of his dick.
“You realize I can’t let another man touch you after this, right?” He asked, eyeing the way your tongue slid across your bottom lip. He shrugged. “You’ll never want another man, anyways.”
“You sound so sure of that.” You murmured, not fully comprehending the words coming out of your mouth. You flicked your eyes up, briefly meeting his gaze before returning to the matter at hand.
“That sort of sounds like that attitude that keeps getting you in trouble, princess.” He raised his eyebrows at you. You quickly rewound the conversation, blinking out of your cock-drunk haze.
“No. No, sir.” You shook your head, desperate to get your mouth on him. “Can I? Please?”
“That’s what I thought, baby.” He murmured, tucking your hair behind your ears. His hands traveled around your head, pulling your hair into a ponytail at the base of your neck. You slid off the end of the bed, sinking to your knees in front of him. “Go ahead, sweet girl.”
You wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and kissed the tip. He let out a slow breath as you grew bolder with your mouth. His salty pre-cum smeared across your lips, and you couldn’t stop yourself from dragging your tongue through it. He groaned, tightening his hold on your hair.
“I want you to fuck my throat, sir.” You murmured, looking up at him.
“You keep looking at me like that, I ain’t fuckin’ anything. Those fuckin’ eyes of yours are gonna be the death of me.”
“Didn’t realize you were so quick to-”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” He warned, arching an eyebrow at you. You grinned, stifling a giggle before wrapping your lips around him again. You pushed your head further and further down his cock, hollowing your cheeks and sucking as you went. When your nose brushed against his pubic bone, he let out a stunted moan, slightly thrusting into your throat.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you bobbed your head up and down with more fervor, begging him to fuck your mouth harder and faster.
“You look, fuck-” He couldn’t stop himself from groaning, which spurred your movements on even more. “You look fucking amazing like this, princess.”
You hummed with acknowledgment, hoping it was enough for him to keep thrusting into your throat. Tears freely streamed down your cheeks, surely smudging the eye makeup you’d put on before you left your apartment earlier that night, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Frank Castle was sliding his dick down your throat, and you were so turned on you could probably come just thinking about it.
Frank suddenly pulled out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting your lips to him as he panted. “‘m gonna come if you keep doing that.” He explained when he noticed your furrowed eyebrows.
“Want it.” You breathed, reaching for him again. He instead pulled you to your feet in front of him, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Another time, princess. The first time you make me come, I want it to be in your sweet little pussy.” He winked. “But don’t think I haven’t noticed how good you’re being.”
He pulled you into a kiss, sweeping his tongue into your mouth. You groaned at both the praise and the intensity in which he kissed you. Both set your insides on fire. He led you backwards until your legs hit the bed, and you couldn't help but nip at his bottom lip when he tried to pull his head back.
“Good girls don’t do that.” He smirked, pushing you lightly so that you’d flop onto the bed again. He ran a hand over your cheek, smudging your makeup even more before running two fingers along your bottom lip. You caught on, slowly wrapping your lips around his fingers and lightly sucking. “You’re not good, though, are you, princess?”
You shook your head. His eyes had darkened again, sending a familiar pounding to your core. Your legs trembled as he began to inch his fingers in and out of your mouth.
“You can be.” His voice had lowered considerably, barely above a raspy whisper. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me, princess. I won’t tell anyone.”
You whimpered, sliding your tongue around his fingers. Your skin was on fire, and the longer he stood there staring at you with those lusty eyes, the wetter you became.
“Can I fuck you now, princess?” He asked, transfixed on the fingers he was sliding in and out of your mouth. “You gonna be a good girl and let me ruin you?”
He pulled his fingers from between your lips, gripping your jaw tightly. He watched you, waiting for a response. You almost nodded, making the same mistake you’d made countless times already, but caught yourself at the last second.
“Yes.” You said, swallowing. “Yes, sir.”
“Lay back, princess. I’ll take good care of you.”
You laid back and widened your legs for him, noticing the twinkle in his eyes as you complied with his demand. If you were in your right mind, you might’ve said something witty or bratty to him about it, but he was towering over you, cock hard and ready to fuck you into oblivion, and you wanted him so badly. You groaned when he began running his fingers through your slick folds, already trembling.
“This all for me?” He asked, circling your clit once, twice.
You nodded, forgetting yourself for a moment, and yelped when his hand smacked your bare pussy. It didn’t hurt. In fact, you felt your pussy spasm in response, but you’d been so lost in how great his touch felt that you hadn’t realized you’d broken a rule.
“This all for me?” He asked again, rubbing your clit roughly with the heel of his hand.
“Yes! Yes, sir!” You whimpered, legs trembling when you felt the heavy weight of his cock resting on your pussy. He used it to slap the slickness a few times, eliciting a whine from deep in your chest. If he didn’t fuck you soon, you might actually die.
“Who does this belong to, baby? Whose sweet pussy is this?” He asked, smacking your pussy with his cock again.
You froze, knowing the answer he was looking for, but wondering if you wanted to lower yourself to that level. It was vulnerable to give yourself over to Frank this way, but it also wasn’t as terrifying as you thought it would be.
“Say it.” He encouraged, sliding his cock through your slick folds. “Submit, princess. I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Is that a promise?” You taunted, trying not to groan at the friction against your clit.
“Quit being a fucking brat.” He grunted, lining himself up with your entrance. “Say it.”
“Yours. It’s yours, sir.” You whispered, and he buried himself deep inside you.
All the gentleness you’d experienced leading up to that moment was gone, and you couldn’t do anything but cling to Frank’s shoulders as he obliterated you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, sweetheart.” He hovered over you, kissing, sucking, and nipping at every inch of skin he could reach. He was marking you everywhere - you didn’t miss the implications of that - and barreling into you over and over again.
“Say it again, baby.” He whimpered in your ear, the closest you’d ever come to hearing Frank beg. “Who does this sweet pussy belong to?”
“You, sir. It’s all yours.” You replied instantly, whining as he angled himself and pistoned deeper into you. You could barely think straight, only aware of where your skin ended and Frank’s began. “Fuck, Frank. Sir. I’m fu-” You panted, whimpering, “I’m close. ‘m gonna-”
“You look so pretty like this, sweetheart.” He murmured, ghosting his lips over your jaw as he pressed kisses to and nipped at your throat. “Cock drunk and needy. You’re so fucking pretty.”
“Sir, can I-” You shuttered when you felt his hand on your clit again, teasing it with rough, slow circles. “Oh, fuck.”
“You’ve got such a dirty mouth, baby.” He grinned, skimming his teeth along your jawline. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He punctuated the word ‘crazy’ with a deep thrust, pressing against the spongy spot deep inside you that would send you reeling. You whined, squeezing your eyes shut as you trembled around him. Tears cascaded down your cheeks, a sight he never wanted to stop seeing.
“You wanna come, princess?” He cooed, biting the sensitive skin on your throat and kissing the sting away.
“Please.” You gasped. It was the only thing you were capable of saying. You barely registered that you’d forgotten to call him sir, but he was so transfixed with the sounds you were making that he didn’t mention it.
“Princess gets what princess wants.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you steady as he pistoned into you at an indescribable pace. You fell apart beneath him for the second time that night, arching and panting and whining as you fluttered around him. He attacked your throat, jaw, and lips with kisses, licking and nipping at your skin.
“That’s it, baby.” He talked you through the overwhelming pleasure, holding you tightly against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. “You were such a good girl, honey. You did so good.”
You whined, fluttering around him at the praise. “I want another reward.”
In any other circumstance, your demand would’ve pissed Frank off, but you just looked so pretty underneath him. “Oh, is that so?” He asked, eyebrows raising. Amusement rang in his tone, and it emboldened you to keep speaking.
“Yeah.” You gulped, still shaking from your orgasm. “I already know what I want.”
“You’re sounding more and more like the brat I just fucked silly.” He said, gently thrusting into you. “Spit it out, baby. What do you want?”
You swallowed, smiling a little. “I want you to fill me up, sir.”
He paused, pressing his forehead to your shoulder and huffing a laugh. His warm breath sent goosebumps skittering across your skin. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.” He mumbled, kissing you sweetly.
“I was good, wasn’t I?” You feigned innocence, knowing it would send him closer to his relief. “And good girls get rewarded?”
“Yeah, baby.” He nodded, picking up the pace of his thrusts again. “Good girls get rewarded, and you were the best girl, baby.” He leaned into your hold, lips ghosting over the crest of your ear as he whispered, “I’m gonna fill you up, baby, and you’re going to walk around dripping into your pretty little panties all day tomorrow.”
You eagerly nodded, agreeing with him, and whimpered when he began thrusting into you at a relentless pace. You arched into him, nipping at his throat hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re perfect, baby.” He breathed. “Even when you’re being a brat. Wouldn’t have you any other way.”
His thrusts grew sloppier, his breaths coming in short, stunted grunts as he finally let himself go. His heart thundered in his chest, and you clung to him, kissing across the broad expanse of his body until he nearly fell on top of you in trembles.
You cradled his head against your chest, breathing in unison with him. At some point, his arms had wound around you, which meant you were now wrapped in each other’s arms, limbs tangled together as both of you came down from your highs.
“Holy shit.” Frank said, chuckling. “That is not what I was expecting when you called.”
“You gonna kick me out now?” You asked, half-joking. He tensed against you, lifting his eyes to meet yours.
“Don’t be a brat.” He nipped at your skin. “I’m not kicking you out, unless you want to leave.”
“Do you want me to stay?”
He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, sighing deeply. “Of course I want you to stay. I’m a fuckin’ gentleman, kitten.”
You scoffed, though you could feel yourself hiding a smile. “Whoever told you that clearly hasn’t heard you in the bedroom.”
He scoffed in mock-offense. “Are you saying you didn’t have a perfectly nice time just now?”
“I did.” You grinned. “I’m…sorry I said you weren’t good in the sack.”
He looked up, stunned. “Did the Black Cat just apologize? To me?”
You rolled your eyes, huffing. “Yeah, but no one would believe you if you told them.”
“I’m not sure that’s enough, princess.”
You scoffed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I think you need to admit to me that I’m incredible in bed and that you were wrong.” He was grinning so wide you had to resist the urge to punch him in his stupid, handsome mouth.
“I’m not doing that.” You shook your head, stifling a laugh.
“Do it.” He murmured, nodding.
“I refuse.”
“Please?”
“Absolutely not.”
You were both grinning at each other now.
“You’re such a brat.” He said.
“That’s what got us into this mess.” You countered.
“Just say it, princess. For me?” He pleaded. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
“Fine.” You gave in, rolling your eyes. “Frank Castle, you’re a sex God!”
He chuckled, pulling you tightly into his chest.
“Good girl.” He praised, kissing you softly.
“Do I get a reward?” You arched an eyebrow at him, smirking.
He smirked back, eyes glinting with mischief.
“Oh yeah, princess. Good girls get rewarded, remember?”
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How to Leave Comments on Fanfiction
So, I recently made a poll to know if people might find it helpful to have a list of things they could talk about when leaving comments on fanfictions, be it on Ao3 or on here. A majority of people were interested in seeing the post so, well, I'm making it. I started writing and posting stuff online when I was a teenager, on a website where leaving constructive criticism was the norm. It's by far the place where I've gotten the most feedback and it was an incredibly formative experience for me as a young writer — and it taught me how to leave detailed comments.
Writing comments doesn't necessarily come easy. It's something that you may need to learn how to do, but the good news is that you can learn how to do it, so don't worry if you don't know what to say at first. Hopefully this list will give you some pointers on how to do that.
This is more or less the list I go through when I want to leave a detailed comment. Even if I don't have a specific idea at first, I'll go through the steps and I never come out empty-handed.
Comment etiquette:
What became apparent with the poll I made was that a lot of people worry about how they'll be perceived by the writers if they leave a comment. Now, obviously, writers aren't a monolith, but 99% of the time writers will be thrilled that you took the time to leave a comment to let them know what you enjoyed in their fic. I cannot stress this enough. We're not going to judge someone based on a positive comment they leave.
As it stands, on Tumblr and Ao3, it's seen as rude to leave negative feedback, unless the author has explicitly asked for it/agreed to it, so that's what I'll be going over here. Since quite a few writers did say on that post that they would like to get constructive comments as well, stay tuned, I'm trying to get something together to do that for authors. Other than that, you're good to go.
The main ways to let an author know your thoughts on a fic on Tumblr are:
reblogging a fic with your thoughts underneath it
reblogging with your thoughts in the tags, which is often less formal
leaving a comment as a 'reaction'
sending in an ask if they're activated on the blog (which means you can stay anonymous, if anon asks are allowed)
Reblogging means that your followers will see the post as well, and is therefore really appreciated on Tumblr.
As a note, you may find different systems work for different fics! Maybe leaving tag rambles works for you when commenting on drabbles, for example for me it's the system I use to leave comments on smut.
General advice:
Everything I'm saying in here is for people who want to be able to leave longer/more detailed comments and don't always know where to start. If, for whatever reason, you're not comfortable or you don't have time to do it at the moment, a simple "I love the fic, thank you for writing it" always goes a long way for an author.
The key thing to keep in mind if you're trying to find something else to say, I think, is to try making the comment specific to the fic you're leaving it on. It shows the writer what you took away from the fic and the fic's strong points, which is both meaningful and helpful to an author.
Comments don't have to be long to be meaningful. Don't stress about writing a ton; a one-sentence comment highlighting the fic's humor or how emotional it made you can be incredibly impactful.
With this out of the way, I'll go through things you can talk about in a comment, starting with what I think is the easiest and moving on to things that could require more thought. You don't have to do all of that. You may never use some of the things on that list. Leaving comments should not be a source of anxiety. So take what you want from the list, maybe come back to it if you need more inspiration, and don't worry too much about it :)
Favorite line(s) : pull from the fic to let the author know what your favorite line was. If you wish, you can expand on that by saying why it was your favorite: did it make you laugh? Did it make you feel something specific? Did the author nail the characterization with it? Was there some incredible metaphor? Did you find it beautiful or poetic even if you can't go into detail? Is there one line in particular at the beginning of the fic that hooked you in and made you want to keep reading?
All of that is very valuable for a writer to know. Some of my favorite comments I've gotten were a list of a reader's favorite lines from a fic with one or two sentences to explain why they liked them, so don't hesitate to do that more than once if you can!
Emotions: if there’s one thing I know about writers, it’s that we’re thrilled when we’ve made you cry. So tell us: how did the writing make you feel? Did you laugh out loud? If you did, was it the dialogue, or the narrator? Did it make you cry? Which part? Could you relate to one of the characters? Did it make you feel seen? Did the fluff make you feel all fuzzy inside or did the angst twist knots in your stomach? This isn't an exhaustive list, and emotions are great to draw from when you're leaving a comment!
Favorite element of the writing: Is there one thing in the writing that struck you as being particularly good, or what was your favorite thing to read? Is the author a master at writing dialogue? Are their descriptions so good you could see the whole scene? Are they really good at getting in a character's head and describing their emotions? Were you hooked from the start and couldn't stop until you reached the end?
Characterization: Now, this might be less instinctive, but if you've been in a fandom for a while, you'll probably be able to identify these things fairly easily. You can tell the author if you think they've nailed one aspect of a character. Did you have a favorite character in the fic? What did you think of them? Did the author manage to capture their voice? Was the attitude spot-on? Which parts of the character, if you can name them? Were there aspects of the character you particularly enjoyed? Did the author shine a light on something you hadn't considered or on something you don't think is highlighted often enough? Is there one thing from the fic you can actually picture/hear a character doing/saying in your head?
Style: I'd argue this is the hardest part, and you shouldn't feel bad if it's not something you can really comment on. As someone whose first language isn't English, I know I struggle with it. Style can be perceived as the way the author's voice comes through in the text. It can come through in punctuation, in the way sentences are formed, in the choice of the words themselves. If, when you read, you feel something intangible that doesn't fit well in the other categories, it just might be the author's style.
Here are some things (non-exhaustive list, of course) you could say about an author's style: it can be direct, straight to the point. The author doesn't bother with ornaments. Every sentence feels impactful. Maybe the writing feels intense. You're overwhelmed by the characters and their feelings and you feel truly engulfed in the story. Maybe the style is light and airy. It's so easy to read you don't even notice you are reading. Maybe the writing is intricate. Going through it is like piecing a puzzle together, sentences are foreshadowing and metaphors reveal deep truths about the characters. Maybe the style is rich. While not always the easiest, it's a pleasure to read through it, the author has a wide vocabulary, and you might want to compare it to a well-written novel.
If you identify specific elements of that style (metaphors, interesting use of punctuation, etc.), don't hesitate to point them out and let the author know you enjoy them!
That is it for this post, hopefully it doesn't look too daunting — again, you absolutely do not need to do all that in any comment, but maybe going through this list can help you leave comments for authors you enjoy.
I like to end my comments with 'Thank you for writing and sharing this with us', so I'll tell you thank you for reading, I hope this was helpful, and please consider reblogging if you'd like to save this or if you think it could help someone else!
As a bonus, my friend @elidebrey and I (but mostly her) made a 'checklist' for commenting, to help remember all this if that's something you'd like, so use at will!
A big thank you to @elidebrey, @yoongihan and @antoniorhinothethird for their precious opinions on this ♥
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Spider verse headcanons because I can
• because spiders sleep upside down if some of the younger spiders can't sleep they'll web themselves to the ceiling. MJ found this as very useful information for getting mayday to sleep.
• because Hobie lives on a boat the gang nicknamed the boat hoboat. Hobie found this wildly amusing.
• due to pavitr and noir both having organic webbing they enjoy freaking those with out it out. Pav couldn't be bothered getting up one time and so webbed a book off if the counter and miles was so confused like 'wtf how did you do that your not wearing web shooter's' and then promptly became very grossed out after realising some spider people produce there own webbing.
• the gang don't do it around non spiders except for villains but they can hiss. Hobie and Gwen hiss often and at everyone they don't care, miles only does it if extremely angry or if he's just bored and needs to make some noise. Pavitr doesn't hiss because he thinks it's rude, so the others joke that the Day pav does hiss is the day the world ends. Though he does hiss once at Miguel and let's just say the room went silent after that.
• Miguel will never admit it but he is very proud of his fangs, and will sometimes silently make fun of others for having small ones. I headcanon that all spiders grow fangs but there only slightly bigger than normal teeth so are not very noticeable and nowhere near the size of Miguels.
• margo and Lyla are literal besties and are constantly shit talking people though only on there sense of style. Peni will sometimes join so so they talk about tech instead.
•you are not allowed to leave Hobie and pav alone in HQ for more than ten minutes because most items will be stolen and turned into something violent.
• even though the floor exists some spiders (pav, mayday) would much rather use the ceiling, even if it's inconvenient because they enjoy being upside down and just scaring people when they notice their there.
• Gwen offered to dye the groups hair but that only ended up a disaster.
• everyone ( from the first movie + Hobie) like to compare spider bites, based on the spider and size of the bite and like to quiz others. And pavitr is just confused when they ask because apparently he thought that everyone got there powers gifted to them from a power deity like he did and the others are like 'wtf no'. (Pav in the comics was never bit and in the movie is the only one to not say he was bitten by a spider).
•miles doesn't really come to HQ anymore after atsv only to drop of anomalys and if he does stay longer to talk to people he avoids Miguel like the plague.
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Fuck you *categorizes your moonscorches*
Earlier today i was chatting with my friends and it made me think a lot about the moonscorched forms of the termina cast and what they represent, the conversation itself was about Daan and Elise's relationship and how i personally don't think we can use Stitches as an accurate way to read her character due to moonscorch.
Because the moonscorch forms are at their core a distorted version of someone, however the way in which they're distorted tends to vary a lot between characters to the point that in order to understand what way that is you need to know who they were as humans, which is something we can't do with Elise since she's a background character who we never interact or see when she was alive.
This made me want to look into and try to categories the termina participants moonscorch forms in the way i think the distortion potrays them as, which it's not accurate to them as people in most cases.
-Daan: "This isn't who i am"
There's nothing about Pocketcat that resembles Daan aside from his physical appearance and a couple odd lines (of which i feel like may happen because he is a fresh new body for Pocketcat? So he still has a few of Daan's memories and mannerisms but those will likely fade away the longer he stays in that body) because he's just a creature who took over his body, Pocketcat is not Daan and Daan is not Pocketcat. I personally don't even count this as a moonscorch form, but sources tend to group him with the others, so i might as well add him in this list.
-Abella and Marcoh: "This isn't who i am, but what the world percieves me as"
To look at the Chaugnar and conclude that Abella is a rude and violent person is just straight up wrong. Abella as a person is kind, sweet and caring, but not only is her profession something uncommon for women to have in that time period but she actively works for an organization that values her skills and not her as a person.
It's easy to percive her as something she isn't judging solely by appearance and/or an abridged description of her character. This is what the Chaugnar is, it's Abella being potrayed as the mindless brute she doesn't want to be seen as.
The same thing happens with Marcoh, his background, his connection to mobsters, his reputation as a street boxer, all of those things can paint the image of Marcoh as a dangerous and violent man when in reality he is genuinely a good person at heart.
-Levi, Marina and Olivia: "This isn't who i want to be"
These the most upsetting form of moonscorch in my opinion because the distress and agony the characters are going through it's incredibly apparent.
Levi despises wars, they took so much away from him and gave nothing but trauma and addiction in return. He hates being associate with them which is why Weeping scope cries as he relentlessly scratches the gun on his head, it's Levi desperately trying separate himself from wars and violence, unfortunately to no avail.
Following her father's footsteps is not something Marina wants nor does she feel like she has to, the idea that her life has been decided from the moment she was born by someone else is something she hates. Marina's moonscorch is her being forced into this role and being controled by another person, a parasite that has logged itself onto her body and now gives her orders on everything she has to do.
This last one may be a little more of a stretch, i don't know Olivia as well as i know the other two, but her moonscorch being a giant machine that continuously poisons you through the fight makes me think about how much Olivia hates feeling like she's a bother to others and that a group would do better without her to "slow them down". There's also the fact that she's a botanist and machines are pretty much the polar opposite of the nature she cares so much about.
-Tanaka and Henryk: "This is who i need to be"
Judgement is pretty much the embodiment of Tanaka's feelings about how as the head of his family and their main source of income he needs to keeping going regardless of his mental of physical state, it doesn't matter if he's hurt or exhausted he needs to continue working, he has to, the grind never stops! Because this is what he thinks will make him the perfect eldest son.
Now this other one is heavily tied with my personal interpretation of Henryk's character; which is a man who, coming from a career that's usually not seen as very "manly", wants to fit in and conform with society's expectations of how a man is supposed to be because he hates the feeling of rejection.
That's why the Gentleman is, well, a gentleman. It's the kind of person Henryk feels like he needs to be. He's big, strong and moreover he's a leader, the mayor or Prehevil, it makes me think a lot about how men are expected to grow into strong leading figures just for the sake of being a guy.
-Samarie and O'saa: "This is who i should be"
Truth be told O'saa is one of the characters in this game i know the least about, so i had to get some help from my friend Marco on this and at the end of the day we thought this category was the best to describe his moonscorch. O'saa doesn't live by anyone else's rules, be it the government, the gods, he doesn't even follow the rules of the yellow mages, the Mastermind may be a manifestation of his ego as in if he isn't following them then he surely must be above all of these forces? Hard to say.
Now Samarie is a weird one, i don't really know where to start? So i think I'll do it by the name lf her moonscorch form, Dysmorphia, which is when someone obsseses over one or more aspects of their body that they consider a flaw. From her lines i get the feeling that Samarie really doesn't like herself that much and reading her mind mostly shows her calling herself a fool or a fucking idiot, so it's plausible that this dislike towards herself also applies to physical appearance and not just her as a person.
My friend once pointed out that Dysmorphia looks like the opposite of Samarie and while he said it in a joke manner i do feel like there's some logic behind it; Samarie has long hair but Dysmorphia has none, Samarie is skinny and bony while Dysmorphia is big and round, Samarie is always with a tired and kinda sad expression while Dysmorphoria apears to be smiling. It could be that Samarie hates herself so much that she sees this monstrosity that's the opposite of her as "perfect form" of sorts? She does say that she's radiating as Dysmorphia, i guess it's food for thought.
Because really this entire section is mostly me theorizing/speculating because these two were the hardest characters for me to categorize on this.
-Karin and Caligura: "This is who i trully am"
This is one of the most interesting moonscorch categories because they're the only ones that accurately potray who these characters are despite being distortions of their human selves.
Karin is the Valkyrie, she genuinely believes she's doing a good thing with her work, that she's is imortalizing these fallen soldiers and giving them the recognition they deserve. At the same time she knows those who criticize her work have a point, she makes a living out talking about these tragedies like a vulture that feeds of a corpse on the side of the road, yet she sticks to her beliefs that what she does is good at the end of the day.
Meanwhile Caligura is undeniably a vile disgusting man, he is a monster inside and out. So seing him as a giant scrotum that stays submerged in gross sewer water does a good job at summarizing who he is as a person.
#my head hurts soooo bad but that won't stop me from writing all this shit down#i NEEDED to get this out of my system#fear and hunger#fear and hunger temrina#moonscorch#funger#f&h#long post#hyena ramblings
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for starters, I love your writing so so much! i have a bunch of request ideas but won't overwhelm you too much, but one concept I had was modern mizu x spiritual reader? if that isn't too much of a problem, like maybe the reader is into witchy stuff and believes in the universe and signs, and practices magick? like just imagine mizu walked in their apartment and there are just little altars, and the reader does little cleansing rituals, and gives mizu little 'spell jars' and is just so in tune with nature and I am wondering how you think Mizu would react? i was scrolling on tiktok and saw a video and got the idea, and if you are okay with writing that I think it'd be silly seeing how mizu thinks of it (in a positive light probably?) hcs would be preferred :)
Mizu with a Spiritual/Witch Reader
Anon- this is brilliant. I had to write this down as soon as I saw this.
I tried to incorporate as much as I could remember from when I was a practicing witch, as well as doing additional research to double check it. I just did some general things but I hope you like it!
Also again: requests are open for both headcanons and longer writing prompts. Those who have submitted- I’m working on them! 🐰🙏
Enjoy!
I don’t think Mizu 100% gets it, but understands some of it
When you two had met, and after talking for a bit, you casually mentioned how you knew you would get along with Mizu because you had done a reading (a tarot reading) that morning and were expecting new beginnings
And new beginnings she was- you two started dating after talking for a few weeks.
During the first few weeks of dating, you would gift her small candles (which you explained the colors meant different things- many of which you gifted her were blue- which apparently meant peace of mind and good fortune- both things she needed)
You would also give her gemstones- rose quartz (if you know- you know 😉), Citrine, selenite, and amethyst
and even one time a aquamarine- since you claimed it reminded you of her eyes
At first she kinda brushed off the comments and didn’t think much- she knew you had to be some sort of witch, but didn’t really mind and didn’t understand the extent of it
Until she walked into your apartment for the first time-
“You’re like a crow” Mizu would blurt out after entering your apartment and seeing the crystals, the herbs in pots that littered the window seal, the hanging tapestry’s, and that didn’t even mention the multiple windchimes that hung throughout the apartment that casted rainbows on the walls of the sun hit it just the right way
Mizu can see it already on a sunny afternoon- the windows open, light filtering in, the scent of your candles and herbs around her- it was a comfort she couldn’t quiet place
“A crow???” You look at Mizu not offended, but more confused- this snapped Mizu back to present day as she realized what she had said
“I mean- I misspoke-“ Mizu is now flustered. She didn’t mean it negatively but more like an assessment of the surroundings.
It reminded her of a birds nest with how cozy your home was, and she once heard that crows like to collect shiny things- and give it to people- much like you. The connection had just popped up into her head really.
She sees it not as just some hobby, but that it was a part of you and important to you
The occasional prayers to whoever your deity is (if you have one) has become a regular occurance for her and actually, she tries to be as respectful as she can be
Mizu joins in occasionally in whoever you are praying to- even if most of the time not knowing-
She also can’t turn to you mid session and ask who you are praying to because that might be rude to interrupt
One time, Mizu walked into your apartment (she had had a rough day), and you stopped her at the welcome mat before she could walk further into the apartment
“I sense bad energy on you…” you calmly state “stay there-“ and you ran into the kitchen and returned with an egg
“Ummm… do I need to eat this?” A giggle erupted from you
“No- you need to roll it all over you to get rid of the bad energy. If we crack it and the yolk is cloudy, it means it worked” yeah cause that made more sense than eating the egg- Mizu thought- but she still let you roll the egg all over her before cracking it open and finding the yolk cloudy as you said.
“There! See?” You showed her and she simply hummed out a thank you and kissed you on your head.
She really adored everything- from your alters to the small jars you would gift her on special occasions or just because you felt like it- she cherished each and every thing.
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Luke Castellan singing a birthday song for Dionysus!reader.
gn!reader but the song talks in fem.
warnings: swearing.
Agreed, birthday parties were the second worst kind of parties, just after baby showers, and just as long as they're yours. But even the worst party was still a party and dam you loved those.
Maybe a bit of the attention too.
So it kinda sucked that after putting on your special person suit you got to face a normal routine where no one cared more than the occasional "happy birthday". It was just going to be normal thursday.
Except for Luke, apparently. He entered the dining pavilion at exactly 8:12 AM while you were just sitting down with your breakfast. He had a microphone, connected to a sort of boombox that he just left somewhere in the floor when Charlie came with a guitar and handed it to him.
Saturday mornin' jumped outta bed.
You instantly cringed. Luke didn't even knew how to play guitar (He learnt those chords just for you).
And put my best suit
He even looked so smug about it, looking down at his literally every day clothes.
Got in my car and raced like a jet.
Fuck, he made eye contact with you. You instantly turned around to the side, finding your father on the process, who seemed rather annoyed with the live show. But slowly you couldn't help but look again at his dorky act.
All the way to you.
No. Stop. Stay the fuck there. He was literally walking straight to you. Charlie following him now with the boombox and everyone looking, not quite making fun of him, not quite impressed about it all.
He put his hand on the Dionysus table, and then it dawned on you.
Knocked on your door with heart on my hand.
He wasn't walking towards you.
To ask you a question.
Your godly parent wished, for a moment, he had perished more than centuries ago, afar from the torturous instances that immortality day to day proved to offer.
He groaned and drowned his face on both his palms.
'Cause I know you are an old fashioned man.
There was something about a shameless idiot being able to have such a characteristically attractive smirk on him while performing the most humiliating act of his life, and taking you on his ride with no agreement of sny sort.
Oh, shit. Please don't.
He got on the fucking table.
Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?
You could no longer fight it, you started to smile. You could no longer pretend you weren't listening to this song when you were 12, envy of the fact someone loved that way, maybe even hoping to be understood some day. You couldn't pretend you never felt as special as being completely socially annihilated by the cutest swordsman on camp.
Say yes. Say yes, 'cause I need to know.
He was actually really playing into the teenage pop-rockstar choreography and expression, as if it wasn't a terribly sung acoustic cover.
You say I'll never get your blessing 'til the day I die.
Maybe you also loved knowing his reputation was way to good for your father to actually be able to took it out on him and give him a lesson for ruining his morning.
Tough luck my friend but the answer is no!
Some people started to laugh, some people started to cheer him.
Until he stopped, and crouched to give the guitar to Charlie, who handed him the microphone.
"I couldn't learn the chorus for the life of me"
And he played the karaoke version.
Why you gotta be so rude?
Don't you know I'm human too?
Why you gotta be so rude?
I'm gonna marry her anyway.
It was funny in a way because Luke was... not even your boyfriend, or friend for that matter, just a sort of a pleasant stranger. He just greeted you sometimes, helped you a bit on your archery class. He'll sometimes tie your shoes when you didn't wanna bend down, or gave you notes when you were rehearsing for a play. Probably the closer you ever got were those times he would just purposefully mess up your hair when you were chatting with your friends and maybe that one time he... Oh.
I hate to do this, you leave no choice, can’t live without you.
And that's when he finally stopped bothering Mister D, right before looking at you and freezing you on a childish emotion.
Love me or hate me, we will be both standin’ at that altar.
It didn't felt much like a threat. Not even when he pulled you a little closer.
Or we will run away to another galaxy, you know.
Can we? fucking brown eyes taking the best of you.
You know that I am so in love with you, I'll go anywhere you go.
And you realized that's not even how the song goes, before he twirled you around.
Can I just be honest? Have a speck of your time?
Say yes. Say yes. Promise I'll be good.
'Cause really I feel you takin every bit of my mind.
And I must say, I think that it's love.
And he stopped singing, the music kept running for a couple counts more before Charlie turned it off. You were just looking at each other, him being considerably more nervous than you, though he did tried to hide it and you not quite so.
Your silence went for too long and he had to break it first.
"Happy birthday?"
And that made you laugh before you caught him on a giddy hug of excitement. He looked at Charlie from over your shoulder, he couldn't believe that shit actually worked.
#pjo tv show#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#percy jackson series#pjo#I wrote this faster than anything else on my life.
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EJ HCs with s/o that works as a mortician ⚰️ plz? Don’t have to if ya don’t wanna. EJ is amazing and my fav since I was like 11!!
Ooooh! Hehehehe 😎
Eyeless Jack with Mortician S/O
I’ll be honest, he doesn’t know how to react. He was a completely normal human before… everything. Even then he couldn’t really understand the fascination with dead.
He’s a messy eater but he doesn’t play with his food, that’s rude.
Also this made me go on a whole hyperfixation on morticians so thank you for that. I have learned.
Ok, I’d like to think that you’ll first meet Jack when he breaks into the morgue. He doesn’t exactly understand the embalming process so he thinks that there’ll be a biohazard area where morticians such as you would put the intestines into.
Imagine the disappointment when he finds out this doesn’t happen, now he’s stuck in a morgue with half frozen bodies and the silent alarm going off.
Luckily for him you’re just getting to clock in, looking around to find the intruder. The place is quiet like usual, being a morgue there's always an eerie feeling. But something is different this time, you have a feeling you're not alone.
You try to push off the uneasy feeling and blame it on the normal excuses. The bodies less than ten feet away from you, the smell of embalming fluid and candles, even the crucifix affixed above the doors. Maybe that's where the feeling of being watched is coming from. Turning around would make you see the wooden sculpture staring at you, with disappointment or pride you'll never know and to be honest… or wouldn't care.
When you wheel out one of the newer cadavers and read his file you still feel that stare, this time blaming it on the body on the table. You think you would've gotten used to this but apparently not yet.
That is until you hear a click, like someone smacking their teeth. It makes you freeze and look around but you couldn't see the source of the sound. Until you look towards the closet door opened just a crack. That's where the staring is coming from.
You don't know whether or not you need to call the police, you did turn off the alarm and that was the first mistake you made. Suddenly being put into a horror movie as a pale grey hand snakes around the edge of the door with what seems like claws to be at the end. If you had any thoughts of running it's quickly snuffed as its clear that you’re not dealing with a human.
But the being doesn't reveal himself, instead only his hand stays holding onto the door as if to prevent you from opening it. He's trapped just like you are, another click coming from him as the sound of a stomach growling comes from the closet.
He's hungry, and his hand is reaching toward the counter next to the closet…
If you were scared before it's starting to dwindle as he blindly tries to grab at a notebook and pen on the counter. Knocking over things like a clutz before grabbing the counter. He still thinks you're working on the body, being blind, and the smell of formaldehyde makes it hard to track you.
He pulls the notebook into the closet for a few seconds before setting it back on the counter with writing on it. The writing is horrible and you can barely make out the words but it seems like a bad threat. Asking for organs or he’ll kill you.
And that's how it all starts.
He sneaks to your work while your clocked in now, not wanting to get caught like the first night. Despite the threat of loosing your job you sneak the unimportant organs from the cadavers to him and in exchange you gain a protector.
It takes weeks before he talks to you and even longer till he shows himself, it's scary at first but he still has that flair of humanity that makes you warm up to him. The fact that you're not scared of him makes him feel safer around you.
It's a morbid balance but neither of you cares, you're relationship becomes 50/50. He cares for you and protects you and you feed him and keep him hidden from the public eye.
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanon#eyeless jack#joeywrites#eyeless jack x reader#maybe I'll write more on this
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✨HEADCANONS✨
Harry loves his adoptive fathers very much, but he also knows everything about his real parents. There are pictures of Lily and James in every room.
Harry spent his childhood with rock music.
As soon as the next new model of a children's broom appears in stores, Sirius tries to buy it for Harry right away. Remus does not approve of such actions and believes that Sirius spoils his godson.
Quite early, Harry begins to show the character inherited from...... Lily. Sirius pretends to groan that there are two bores in this house now.
Sirius still spends every full moon with Remus, and Harry stays with his aunt Andromeda.
At first, Remus continued to look for work, but he was refused everywhere because of lycanthropy. In the end, Sirius got tired of it, and he forced his husband to stay at home, because, thanks to the inheritance of the Potters and Blacks, they do not need money.
Every Halloween, Remus, Sirius and Harry go to the Potter's grave.
Once wolfstar tried to come to Dursleys. They wanted Harry to meet his cousin. Petunia and Vernon turned out to be homophobic as well as wizard-hating. And Dudley was a spoiled bully. Harry didn't want to go back to that house.
In this universe, Harry does not try to hide his scar, because Sirius diligently teaches his husband and son that you should never be ashamed of yourself.
One day, Harry tells Remus and Sirius that he would like to have a brother or sister. And before Remus can start a Conversation™, Sirius interrupts him: "Harry, you may not have noticed, but we're gay."
Harry is a Gryffindor.
Remus had instilled in Harry a love of reading.
Harry feels comfortable in both the magical and muggle worlds.
In fact, Harry's character remains the same, but, thanks to supportive parents, he does not have that low self-esteem, hero syndrome and a huge sense of duty to the magical world. And he is no longer so easy to manipulate.
He also wants to become an animagus, but Remus insists that Sirius can only begin training Harry when he is at least 14 years old.
Harry is still great at Quidditch, but now he doesn't end up in the hospital wing after every match.
Harry has detentions much more often than in the canon, thanks to the love of pranks and adventures inherited from Sirius.
And yeah, in this universe, he's much more in touch with the Weasley twins. Although his best friends are still Hermione and Ron.
Harry is VERY cheeky.
Severus hates Harry even more than in the canon because of the character traits of Remus and Sirius. It's mutual.
Do you know what Hogwarts lacks? THE PARENT-TEACHER CONFERENCES.
I can see Severus scolding Harry in front of all the other parents, and Sirius is instantly furious and expresses doubt about the potion master, who can't make himself a shampoo.
Sirius thinks there's no point in coming up with new jokes when the old is still gold. AND HE'S SERIOUS.
One day after a parent-teacher conference Lucius is very rude about Sirius and Remus ' relationship. Narcissa leads her husband away, giving Wolfstar an apologetic look. Sirius is not offended, but he comes to the next conference in a rainbow-colored robe.
Remus was wearing a bisexual badge.
Dumbledore liked it.
Lucius sat red-faced throughout the conference, and as soon as it was over, he apparated away. Narcissa just laughed and suggested that her brother should have dinner together sometime.
When Hermione's passion for protecting the rights of magical creatures wakes up, Harry suddenly becomes interested too and inundates her with questions about possible solutions to the problems of werewolves.
Hermione puts two and two together, and the next time she sees Remus, she notifies him of her guess, and also expresses her full support. Remus was embarrassed but pleased.
When Harry came out to his adoptive parents as a bisexual, Sirius exclaimed happily, raising his hands in the air: "WE'RE GOING TO THE PRIDE!!"
Sirius presents himself as Casanova and the king of flirting, but when Harry needs love advice, he ALWAYS goes to Remus.
When Harry has a crush on Draco, Sirius wonders who exactly he inherited his love for the nasty Slytherins: Lily or James?
There's no way Harry's been cleaning up school shit all these years on his own. No, Harry has fathers, and they won't leave him. Never ever.
#i posted it before but as a reblog of my own art so no one actually saw#so i decided to try again without changing anything#so it's an old text yeah#but i still like it#harry potter#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar raising harry#wolfstar#jily#lily evans#james potter#marauders
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SCREAM x Stranger Things
(Chapter 3 & 4; drop 2 of 7) +18
Harrington | Hargrove | Munson
Minor DNI
Billy Hargrove x OC
Steve Harrington x OC
Eddie Munson x OC
4.8 K
written with my beautiful wifey and bestie @voyeurmunson
dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx
Warnings: Graphic violence/gore, SMUT, swearing, drinking, major character death, drug usage
Public oral sex (male receiving), rough oral, boot riding, pet names, semi-public oral sex (female receiving), cheating, unprotected p in v, fingering
Chapter 1 - 2 LINK
Chapter III - The Barn
Heidi's POV:
The Monday before Halloween...
"Jim... we need this," you meet his hardened gaze. He shakes his head and sucks his teeth, turning his attention to the open window. "Just let us stay open until ten at least, Hop. This is our busiest time of the year. This is how we make money. Do you know how many people we have on payroll?" You ramble; your voice coming out a little more manic than you would've hoped.
"Heidi..."
"Yes, Jim."
"Three people died here... He killed a Cunningham. And, a Carver... Those names hold weight in this town. People aren't just gonna forget what happened to them overnight."
"No one is asking them to forget, Jim." You shut your eyes softly, taking a deep breath; pressing your air out slowly.
The judgment is so apparent in his eyes. Jim doesn't understand, and if he doesn't; no one else will.
"I know this is callous. And, I know that those families just lost their loved ones. I'm a mom, Hop. I couldn't imagine losing my kids... like that." You swallow stiffly, clearing the lump in your throat. "I saw them... All three victims. And, I'll never get that out of my head... But, you have the guy, Jim. You have someone behind bars. Our business can't just stop..."
"We all know Alfie didn't do it. The man's a lunatic; but, he's basically harmless. He just got released this afternoon."
"Why?"
"Because there was CCTV footage of him stumbling outside of Melvald's at the time of the murders, Heidi."
"Jesus Christ," you sigh.
"You've known that man for twenty-plus years. He's a fuckin' kook; but, he's no killer."
"Please..." You ask, pitifully. Hopper shakes his head, quickly burying it in his hand; grumbling in frustration as he tries his best to stay firm. "I have a plan, Jim... We're still going to lose a lot. I mean a lot of money... but, it will be something. No hayride... No haunted house."
Jim peers at you with weary eyes; rolling them away. "And how are you gonna manage that, Jones?"
You hold back a hopeful smile; bringing out a slip of paper with your agenda, sliding it his way. "No one can get into the grounds without coming through the main gates. We will account for everyone that comes in and out; body searches, heavy police presence, closing at ten."
"You said no hayride; no haunted house, Heidi."
"We'll shut them down. Our scare actors can walk through the main area after 7 PM when most of the young families have left an-"
"The killer was a masked man... Did you forget that part? You can't be serious? He cuts you short, irritation ever-present in his tone.
"I am," you snip.
"Unbelievable. He slumps down in his seat, pitching his head back; mumbling in vexation yet again.
"Jim... You need to understand that I'm playing nice because you and I are best friends. I have known you for thirty-four years..."
"Best? And, Thirty-three," he huffs; resting a dart between his lips, striking a light.
"Well, that's rude... And sorry, thirty-three," you mumble. "But, you know as well as I do, the second this was no longer an active crime scene, I was given the green light for business as usual. All I had to do was stick to the eleven PM curfew just like everyone else."
"Heidi-"
"I'm working with you, Jim. Why aren't you working with me?"
He crosses his arms tightly across his chest, yielding his gaze to the window once more. You can see that he wants to tell you off. If you were anyone else, he probably would.
"I will personally pay for security, Ji-"
"Fine!" He shouts; tossing his hands up in defeat. "Where the hell is your husband by the way?"
"I don't know where Alex is. He's your partner, Hop. Aren't you supposed to know?" You challenge; taking your paper off his hands. "So, we're on for tonight?"
"You're killin' me, Jones," he murmurs.
"That a yes?"
"Yes," he bemoans through his exhales; two steady streams of smoke pouring through his nostrils. Hopper stamps out his cigarette dramatically as he shoots you a side-eye. "I'll send a few cars over at sunset. And, we may be best friends; but, you are at the very top of my shit list."
"Thank you," you beam; quickly reaching for your phone and schedule, mentally preparing yourself to call back all the staff you called off.
"Like you said, Heidi... You can do whatever you want," he clips as he slides his arms into his leather sheriff's jacket. "You're just playin' nice," Hopper mocks your tone; eyes, slicing in your direction.
"You pushed me," you chuckle; gliding your finger along the row of names to call.
"Bullshit."
You give him a sweet smile; making him look back at you annoyedly.
"What?" He scoffs.
"Nothin' Hop. I appreciate you helping me out. I just wanted your support on all this-"
"I support none of this!" He clamors; fishing for another cigarette. "Just so you are aware."
"Nothing is going to happen," you assure; glancing at the first name on the list. Billy Hargrove. "Can I walk you out?"
"Why are you tryin' to be sweet to me now, Jones," he backchats; trudging toward the exit.
"That's what best friends do, Jim," you chuckle; taking the lead, drawing the door open for him. "Plus, I need to talk to the grounds crew." He gives you a little nod, stepping into the hallway.
"Seven nights, Jones..."
"Seven nights of frights, Hop. Then, we're on to Christmas trees."
"What about Thanksgiving?"
"Nobody gives a shit about that," you breathe, making Jim chuckle as you tug open the front door.
Leaves roll across the porch; a crisp fall chill drifting through the air. Hopper's right. We have seven nights... Seven nights to avoid another disaster. Seven nights to make up for the financial hit we already took. Seven nights to prove that that was a fuckin' fluke.
"She works here?" Hopper questions; pointing his lit cigarette toward the barn. The two of you watch as a leggy brunette wanders up the hill. "What about those two over there?" He gestures in the opposite direction; the pair of you watching as a couple disappears, heading toward the woods. "Welp. Looks like people are already comin' in unaccounted for," he grunts. "That one's Heather Holloway, by the way. No way she could have done it. And, those two. That's-"
"Nancy and Jonathan," you finish his sentence, watching as they change course; hiking toward the haunted house.
"Tighten your ship, Jones," he warns; flicking his cigarette butt to the pavement. Heather rounds the corner, disappearing inside as you try your best to mask the emotions.
"You doin' okay, Heidi?" Jim queries; making your stomach sink.
"Mhmm... Just trying to think of ways to keep that from happening," you subsist; flicking your eyes back in his path.
"I'll send over a car to sit at the gate, Heidi," he gripes; climbing back into his patrol truck.
"Thank you, Hop." You shout; walking back inside. "Seven days!"
"Can't come soon enough, Jones."
Heather's POV:
"Billy? Billy Hargrove!" You sing, breathily.
There's a rustling aloft, the shuffling of work boots against the weathered wooden floor. "Holloway? That you, sweetheart?" He croons; voice reverberating through the airy space.
Fuck... That voice.
"Hey, Bills." You walk across the creaky foundation, following the sound of his voice. Grabbing the rungs of the ladder, you look up. The warm sun pours through the little window, limiting your view.
"I'll be down there in a sec."
"I can come up," you smile; climbing carefully up the old loft ladder.
"Be careful, sweetheart. This barn is old as shit."
There he is. You rise into the loft, trying your best to fight your smile as you take him in; Billy's blonde curls disheveled; a well-loved white tee and blue jeans practically painted on his frame, hugging him in all the right places.
He looks different... Better even. I mean, don't get me wrong, seeing Billy in red swim trunks was a sight to see; but, this is next level... You let out a dizzy giggle; cheeks pinched pink.
He turns around, meeting your gaze; his blue sparkling eyes set on yours. Billy wipes his arm across his brow, rubbing out a lick of sweat.
"Well, shit. You're prettier every time I see you, Holloway," he flirts; grabbing a hay bale by the strings; muscles flexing tight as he drops it to the bottom floor. "I got two more. Then, I can take a break. Alright?"
"Want some help?" You ask, sweetly. He lifts an eyebrow in your direction, chuckling lightly.
"It's like fifty pounds, Heather. And, dressed like that? You look too good for this shit." He gives you a cheeky wink before lobbing another bale. "Whatcha doin' here? I thought you had class."
"You don't wanna see me?" You sigh; putting on your best puppy dog eyes. He shakes his head and laughs; finishing off his job, the last bale landing with a thud.
"We both know that's not true."
"It's Monday, Bills. I don't have classes on Monday."
"Damn," he grumbles in exhaustion; grabbing a seat close by. You slide to his side, making his smile spread wider. "There's been so much goin' on here I lost track," he softens his tone; eyes falling to your glossed lips, nipping his own.
"That why you're not textin' me back, Bills?" You whisper.
Billy matches your gaze, making your heart race. "I'd never ignore you, Heather."
"Never?"
"I thought we were casual, Holloway," he teases. "You don't have a couple guys at ISU takin' up your time-"
"No. I do," you taunt, cutting him short. Billy gives you a little scowl; scrunching his nose. "Jealous, Hargrove?"
"Nah." You rest your hand on his thigh, leaning in slightly; letting it glide a little higher. He lets out a gravelly laugh, throwing his gaze down to his body as he slips off his work gloves. "I'm pretty dirty, Heather. You sure?"
"I don't give a shit about that, Bills."
"Get over here," he rasps.
You sling your thigh over, following Billy's lead as he takes hold of your hips. He guides you down onto his lap, eyes traveling slowly up your body before landing on yours.
"A little bit," he mumbles.
"A little bit, what?"
He looks away, dimples popping in his cheeks. "Jealous. Yeah... Sure. I'm a little jealous, Heather. I can't lie."
Your tongue pokes through your smile as you take in his words. Billy's hands roam your curves, circling your ass.
"Why do you care anyway, Heather?"
"Got a little jealous myself, Bills."
"I missed you, Heather."
"I missed you too, Billy," you whisper; lessening the distance between the two of you.
Your hands rest lightly on his chiseled chest, taking in his familiar scent as your eyes follow his silver chain. You let your fingers fall down his body; tracing over the thin cotton, feeling the ripples of his abs underneath.
You yank at his shirt. Billy quickly takes the hint, flicking off his hat before tearing off his shirt. His lips collide with yours; his rough hands wrapping around the back of your neck, towing you in. His tongue slips between your lips, swirling effortlessly with yours.
Billy's strong hands slide down your shoulders, pinching the collar of your jacket; drawing it back slightly. "This okay?"
"Mhmm," you pant between kisses. The jacket slips off your shoulders, falling to the barn floor. You save him the breath, twining your fingers around the spaghetti straps of your tank top. Peeling it off your body, bunching the material around your waist; breasts bouncing free. Billy, instantly takes a fistful for himself. Palming your skin as you start to grind on top of him. Billy leaves your lips, kissing you messily on your neck. You lean back, giving him better access.
It's been a while... A few weeks since the two of us had been together. I lied... There is no one else. No one but him. And, nothing about this is casual for me.
His hand dives between your thighs, rubbing your clothed clit through the fabric of your leggings.
I missed his hands too... All of the things they would do to me; driving deep inside, wrapping around my throat.
"Heather," he groans; making you release a hushed moan. "Missed me?"
"Yeah," you answer, needily; as your hand rests lightly on his cock, feeling his bulge through his Levis.
"Gonna need more than 'yeah', baby," he mutters between sloppy kisses, making you smile against his mouth.
You let your fingers work up his body again. He takes a heavy handle on your hips pressing the two of you together, moving with you as you work. You can feel the friction between your thighs, quenching just a fraction of your thirst; making you wetter by the second.
"I missed you so fucking much, Billy."
"That's a little better," he chuckles as he slaps your ass; the familiar sting left behind even through your clothes. "Wanna show me?"
You let out a lust-drunk laugh; easily working him out of his belt and jeans. "I wanna make you feel good, Billy."
"Get on your knees for me, baby. Suck my fuckin' cock."
You suck off his bottom lip, nipping and tugging; pulling a moan from him as you sink to your knees, complying with his demand. You run your nails along the deep indentations of his v-lines, kissing the top of his cotton boxers; hooking your fingers underneath.
"I can't wait to have you in my mouth, Billy," you groan as you tug his boxers past his hips, letting his dick spring free. "Looks like someone missed me," you whisper against his swollen cock; precum leaking from the tip.
He looks down at you; his light eyes, hooded, framed with inky black lashes. They flutter wildly as you glide your tongue along his head, collecting him on your tongue.
"Of course I did," he grunts; raising his hand toward you. Billy glides his rough finger along your jaw, drawing his tongue along his bottom lip. "No one sucks cock like you, Heather. You know that," he rasps. "Open up." Billy slips his thumb into your mouth, pressing down your tongue; spit seeping slightly out of the corners of your lips instantly.
He stands over you; jeans gathered around his feet, work boots still on as he holds his thick cock by the base. You relax yourself, moaning softly as you take Billy in your mouth. Swiftly reminded of his size as you seize as much as you can, gagging slightly as he pushes himself against the back of your throat.
"Fuck, baby," he whines; tossing his head back as your wrap your lips around his length. "Feels so good."
Praise flows freely from his parted lips as he lets you have your way with him; bobbing back and forth quickly, pushing yourself to your limit.
You sink on your knees, letting out a drawn-out groan on his cock as your throbbing pussy lands on the toe of his boot. You start to wind your hips, sucking as you grind. Billy takes notice; eyes rolling back; head, tilting to the ceiling. "God damn. I missed you," he moans a little louder.
You lick a stripe up his fat cock, swirling your tongue around his head as you continue to ride his boot; feeling your pleasure spurring between your thighs. Your brows knit tightly; looking up at him desperately.
"You gonna cum, baby," he mumbles; raking his fingers into your hair; taking hold of the back of your head. You nod, gagging on his dick in the process; tears rolling down your cheeks as you feel the knot in your stomach coil tight. "Shit..." He bites his bottom lip, doing his best to hold back his pleasure. "Me too."
You feel the chill of your slick between your thighs, surely wetting the toe of Billy's leather boot as you drip with arousal.
"Bet that pussy's so wet for me," he pants. "Cum for me. Huh? Cum for daddy."
Your orgasm overtakes your body, thighs trembling uncontrollably as your pussy flutters; muffled cries around his cock as he takes control, bucking into your mouth. "So close, Heather. Shit." Your body relaxes; eyes, rolling back in your head at the sound of his pleasure.
You lock eyes with Billy as he fights to keep his open; nails running up his legs. You sink them into his thick thighs causing him to suck in a breath. You feel his dick throb on your tongue. Yes. His muscles clench under your grasp; fingers pulling at your strands.
Billy moans your name, lowly; drawing out quickly. You shut your eyes, pressing your breasts together; as ropes of cum hit your tongue and tits.
"Mmm..." You hum; gliding a finger between your breasts, cleaning up some of the mess, taking it between your lips.
"Now you're just showin' off," he huffs; reaching for you hastily, pulling you off the floor and into his strong arms. You tip your forehead against his, scratching your nails into his curls; drawing him to your lips again.
"Billy? You in here?"
Your eyes widen on his. Billy matches your gaze; holding back a laugh, completely unbothered. "Shh..." He cautions you nonetheless. You button your lips shut, silencing yourself with your mouth against his. "Come over tonight," he whispers against your kiss.
"I can't. I have volleyball practice."
"No..." He mumbles; brushing his plump lips against yours. "So, you came here just to talk to me, Holloway?"
You let out a breathy laugh, completely caught in the act. "Pretty full of yourself, Hargrove?"
"Well, did ya?" He smiles; nibbling on your bottom lip.
"Billy!" You hear her call again.
"Be down in a second," he shouts.
"I need to talk to you in my office before you head out for the night. Okay?"
"Yup. Sounds good, Heidi. I'll be up there in a bit."
You grab his cheeks, forcing his attention back on yours as you continue your conversation. "I did. I came here for you."
"Well, shit." A smile pulls on his lips as his eyes fall down your body. "When can I see you next, Holloway?"
"Text me back."
"I will. I will. I promise," he chuckles, softly. "Hey. Wanna go to a party?"
"Duh," you giggle, excitedly. "When?"
"Thursday... You gonna dress up for me?"
"Of course. I'd love to, Bills."
"Mmm... Can't wait."
Romeo's Diner, Hawkins...
Thalia's POV
"Tonight? They're already reopening?" You hear his deep voice from behind the counter.
Eddie Munson...
You peek over at the big clock hanging on the wall. Right on time.
It's Tuesday, which means Eddie just finished his shift at Frank's Auto Shop. He's here for his usual... Coffee; two creams, one sugar, and a slice of pie. Peach is his favorite; apple, a close second, more sentimental than anything else.
Eddie used to come here every Friday with his Uncle. Both of them ordered the same thing. Coffee and pie. Wayne would get the apple and Eddie the peach. They'd sit for hours sometimes; Eddie, always talking dramatically with his hands. Wayne shaking his head in bewilderment at Eddie's wild tales, cherishing every moment.
The Munsons weren't exactly the community's favorite family; but, they didn't care. The two of them were happy. And, that's all that mattered.
Wayne Munson was a kind man. He had a smile that warmed your heart. You knew he didn't have a lot of money; but, he always made sure to tip you a little extra.
Two years ago he got sick. You watched as he slowly deteriorated. Every week, his already slim form began to waste away into an empty shell of a man. The one thing that remained the same was his smile. It never changed; but, Eddie's did.
And then he was gone.
Eddie stopped coming to the diner for a few months after his Uncle's death. Every time the bell would jingle you would check to see if he had finally come back.
Curiosity got the better of you, wanting to know if he was safe; wanting to know if he was okay.
You followed him, steering just close enough that you wouldn't lose him. Eddie drove with his windows down, blasting Johnny Cash. Wayne's favorite. He rode all the way to Lover's Lake, parking in a shitty little parking lot; overgrown with weeds.
Eddie walked out to the boat launch, stepping onto the rickety dock; wandering to the end before taking a seat. He stayed there for hours, just sitting in silence.
I could see he was okay... But, I knew he wasn't alright.
When Eddie returned to the diner, he plopped down in their normal booth and ordered his usual. His visits became more routine. Still, every Friday; but, also in between his shifts or simply on the days he was missing Wayne a little more.
You didn't mind. Seeing Eddie was something you always looked forward to. Hoping it might be the day when he would see you as more than just a waitress at the dingy local dive.
You watch as he tilts back against the bright red booth, spreading his legs widely. His familiar leather jacket lies in the spot next to him. He runs a dirty hand over his face, an audible groan escaping his plush lips as he presses the phone to his ear.
"I just think it's a little insensitive, given everything that just happened." His usual warm tone is ridden with frustration. Something's wrong. "Sure..." He grumbles as he runs his hands over his tired eyes. "I need the money, Heidi. I'll be there." Eddie ends the call swiftly, tossing the phone on the table.
You reach behind your back, tugging the strings of your checkered apron a little tighter, smoothing out the wrinkles in the front before heading his way with a fresh pot of coffee.
"Eddie, hey!" You greet him with a warm smile.
His biceps flex against the fabric of his gray mechanic's shirt; Munson embroidered in cursive on the front pocket. A white tank top covered in grease fits firmly against his torso. Eddie's hair is drawn back in a low messy bun; his big brown eyes incapable of cloaking any emotion.
"Thalia," he greets you simply; forcing a small smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes.
"Umm... I have your coffee. Freshly made," you chirp.
"Thank you, darlin'." He avoids your gaze as he looks down at his greased-covered hands. You notice his fingers tapping rapidly; his rings, clicking against the hard tabletop.
"Eddie..." You ask, softly; pouring his cup of coffee, watching as the steam rises into the air. "Are you okay?"
Eddie finally meets your gape, doing his best to hold back tears. His eyes are red; dark bags painted underneath. He looks like he hasn't slept in days. After everything that happened with Chrissy, I'm sure he didn't.
"Not really."
You take a seat across from him, reaching for the center caddy; plucking out two plastic cream cups, and a packet of white sugar, dumping the contents inside. "I'm sorry," you whisper; sliding the mug a little closer to him.
"Thank you... How did you know I take my coffee this way?" He asks, curiously; his hardened exterior softening slightly.
"Been workin' here since I was fourteen," you smile. "You're a creature of habit, Eddie Munson."
"That I am," he mumbles; swirling the metal spoon in his cup, before taking it to his lips.
Eddie sips slowly, shutting his eyes. You rise to your feet, bellying up to the bar; grabbing the pie off Romeo's hands before he can even ding the bell, resting it in front of Eddie. His eyes open, looking at the dessert before he looks at you. This simple act of kindness making his sleepy eyes glass with tears.
"What's goin' on, Eddie?"
He draws a deep laborious breath, pressing it out slowly.
"Well," he mutters, "Jones is openin' up tonight... Again... Already," he pushes the word out before taking another sip. "It's all about money. Fuckin' greed. I thought that Heidi was above that; but, she's just as bad as the rest of 'em. This town is fuckin' disgusting."
"I'm sorry about Chrissy."
His Adam's apple bobs; eyes fluttering at the sound of her name. Eddie's nostrils flare as his tears threaten to break free. "Chrissy Cunningham was a good person. She was a friend of mine... Chriss meant somethin' to me. I heard her, Thalia... I called her right before she died. I heard her final words. She was so fuckin' scared," he rattles. Eddie lifts the collar of his shirt, quickly brushing the tears away.
"That's awful, Eds. Chrissy was always so sweet. I only had a few classes with her, and we never talked; but, I saw the way she treated others."
"You went to Hawkins High School, Thalia?" He asks as he sinks his fork into his pie.
"Yeah," you answer, cheeks reddening with embarrassment. There was a part of you always hoping that he saw you in some way or another; this clearly was not the case. "I was homeschooled until freshman year."
"Did we have classes together-"
"Mhmm..." You buzz; taking a cup for coffee as well. "Mrs. O'Donnell's class."
"Oh, shit," he sneers. "Yeah, I blocked that shit outta my memory... I can't believe I never noticed you."
You bite your lips, trying to think of what to say next.
"I'm sorry, Thalia," he respires. "I'm crazy to have missed you."
You draw your lips to the side, holding back a nervous smile. "I wasn't exactly the Queen of Hawkins High or popular in the slightest."
"Neither was I," he snorts; swirling a sugared peach in his melted cream, before taking it between his lips.
The little bell tinkles overhead. You glance over your shoulder, watching as Nancy and Jonathan walk in; creatures of habit themselves. It's Monday... Which means they'll sit in the diner for hours, draining coffee while they work on stuff for the news station.
You turn your attention back to Eddie. "Well, sorry to take up so much of your time, Eddie. I know you usually like to unwind when you come in here."
"Don't apologize, Thalia. It was nice getting to know you." Your stomach floods with butterflies as you take in his words; Eddie, using a deep tone he's never used before. There's a slight sparkle behind his pensive eyes that wasn't there before too.
"You as well. Talk to you soon?" You ask, hopefully.
"Yeah... Um... Here." Eddie reaches for a little napkin scratching down a note, passing it your way. "Umm... Text me? Maybe we can get together. I could take you out if you'd like?"
You bite your lip, screaming internally as you stuff it into your pocket. "I'd like that a lot," you manage; keeping your elation at the proper level. "I'll text you later." You turn around quickly, beaming from ear to ear as you walk over to Nancy and Jonathan.
Her eyes flash up, catching Eddie across the way. She whispers to Jonathan who turns around as well.
"Hey, you two. What can I get you?"
"Coffee," she answers, hastily; before moving closer. "Did you get to talk to Eddie about Chrissy at all?"
You look back at Eddie, finishing the last bits of his pie; a slightly different man than when he walked in. He looks happier. I'm not gonna let Nancy ruin that. She takes out a pen and paper, looking at you hopefully as she waits for a response.
"Leave Eddie alone." The words leave your lips quietly; enough venom laced in your tone to make even Nancy Wheeler shift in her seat.
"Oh... Okay." She fumbles over her words, slipping her notebook and pen away.
You hear the clinking of Eddie's chains as he walks toward the door. He looks at you, giving you a smile.
Heidi's POV:
You stand at the window, staring out onto the field at the barn in the distance; watching as the sun sinks behind it. Reds and oranges wash the sky, night closing in around you.
There's a steady flow of cars spilling into the parking lot again, business as usual. As Hopper promised, a heavy police presence is here as well; red and blue lights flickering in the distance.
A few guests walk past the office, smiling and laughing. Guilt creeps in almost immediately... I'm not totally heartless... I haven't forgotten what I saw. I can't imagine what the families think of me; opening the doors so soon after.
Greedy. Money hungry. Heartless.
And, those aren't the only terrible things I am.
I hate myself for going in there after him... I tried my best to let it go; but, when she didn't come out of that barn I knew exactly what they were doing.
I could hear their little whispers. Heather's breathy giggle made me physically ill. It's absolutely classless for him to do that here. This is his fucking job... He's on the clock.
That's not why I was upset.
Every fiber of my being wished that it was me.
"Knock. Knock," he rasps; you hear his fist rap against the door, making your heart race. Stop, Heidi... I talk to him every morning, every afternoon; late at night when he's shuffling out to his Camaro after a long day. He was probably doing this all along... with her. They're most likely together.
I've never had to see it before though. Ignorance is bliss.
"Heidi? You in there?" Billy tries again.
"Yeah. Umm, yeah. Come in."
"So, we openin' or what?" He meets your watch, smiling at you happily. You purse your lips; masking your feelings as you try your best to match his.
"Y-Yeah," you force the word past your lips.
He narrows his gaze on yours. "Everything okay, Mrs. Jones?"
Mrs. Jones?
You cover your face slightly; turning away from him as you walk toward your desk. Billy lowers himself in a chair; you, taking the one across from him. A silent conversation shared between the two of you.
He knows.
Chapter IV - The Rendezous
Heidi's POV:
Hawkins Pool, Summer 2002...
Flashback...
"Cassie," Billy chuckles, lightly.
"Mhmm," she peeps; continuing her little dance on the pool's edge, as focused as a five-year-old could be after an hour-long lesson; listening to her favorite song blare over the speakers.
"If you don't focus. I'm gonna have to turn down the music. Alright?" He smiles; tousling her brunette mop of curls.
"I think we're done, Coach Billy."
"You're not havin' fun?" He pouts; looking down at her sadly.
"Ew. You're bad at that," she giggles. "Gotta go like this." She shows him her best pouty face as well.
"I'll remember that for next time. One more, Cass. Then we're done," he assures. "Mom said, 'If you listen really well she'll take you to Scoops'.
"Did I?" You ask; lowering your sunglasses on your nose.
"Mhmm... And I think I'll join ya. 'Cause it's hot as shi-" He stops himself, his beautiful blue eyes broadening as he catches himself.
"Were you gonna swear, Coach Billy?"
"Me?" He scoffs; looking down in her direction with his hands on his hips. "Never. Now stop stallin'."
"Fine." She mimics his stance, poking her tongue out at him; making him gasp.
"Alright. Alright. Acceleration Drill. You remember?"
"'Course," she huffs; starting her little dance again as a new tune starts.
"Cass..."
"Ugh. Sorry, Coach," she soughs.
"Alright. Eleven position." She lifts her tiny arms high, mimicking Billy; her little tummy rounded in her yellow swimsuit. "Good work. Now, this is how we start. What do we do next?"
"Push."
"You got it," he beams. "Then?"
"Two dolphins."
"Yup. Two dolphin kicks. On the third, bend your elbows and throw the water to your-"
"Piggies."
"Bingo... Throw the water to your toes and sneak back to eleven. Great job, Cass. So, I'm gonna go first, then you. Alright?" She nods merrily in response, taking a seat on the fringe of the pool as Billy dives in. He breaks the surface, paddling toward her with a smile. "Count me down?"
"Three, two, one; go!" She squeals in delight. Billy presses off the wall effortlessly, moving through the water while Cassie counts aloud.
He makes his way back to her, keeping pace; focusing more on showing off his form than beating his last lap. He pops his head out of the water, chuckling as he brushes the water from his face. "It's not a race, Cass. Not yet at least. Okay?"
Cassie jumps high, tucking her legs into a cannonball; hitting the water, making barely a splash. "Stinker," Billy teases; wiping the pool water from his eyes. "Alright. You ready, Jones?"
"Mhmm."
"Three, two, one; go!"
Cassie pushes off the wall, kicking as hard as her little body can; moving at a snail's pace compared to Billy. He cheers her on all the same, watching her carefully; coaching her along the way. She catches the other side, quickly returning where she started.
"Nice work, Cass!" He praises; reaching out for a high five. She smiles proudly, looking back at you. "You see that, mommy?"
"Of course. You're doin' amazing, baby."
The two of them bob to the ladder; Billy waiting behind, letting Cassie crawl out first.
"Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" She cheers, instantly; skipping toward the rack of towels.
Your focus shifts, knowing what will come next; eyes set on the edge as Billy grabs the rungs of the ladder. His muscles flex as he pulls himself from the pool.
He shakes out his blonde hair; eyes shut gently. You watch as the water falls down his body, the little trails flowing like rivers through the divets of his abs. His red swim trunks cling to his burly thighs, gripping them tightly; leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Nothing.
He smiles, coyly; making you blush. You look away, fast turning your attention to Cassie as she paws the water from her hair.
You can hear his steps nearing you; his presence this close, making your heart race a little faster.
"We still on for ice cream, Mrs. Jones?" He asks; eyes, setting on yours.
"Call me, Heidi, Billy. Please. You're making me feel old."
"Alright," he chuckles. "Heidi." Billy tries on your name. His low, dark voice sends a warmth across your body. "Are we still on for ice cream?"
"Uhh... Mint Flare, Chocolate Pudding, and Oreo Dream," Cassie orders; nose pressed against the glass.
"And, I'll have U.S.S. Butterscotch. Billy, what do you want?" You smile; glancing back at him. He rumples his brows, shaking his head 'no'.
"That's not how this is working, Mrs. Jones." You widen your eyes playfully. "Heidi..." He corrects himself. "I can't let you buy my ice cream; but, thank you."
"A true gentleman," the worker gripes, completely unenthused that you're taking up her extra time with your little exchange.
"Billy, just tell Erica what you'd like," you sharpen your tone, playfully; handing her your credit card.
"Umm... Chocolate Pudding. Thanks." He stuffs his hands in his back pockets, digging his heel into the checkered floor. "Thanks, Heidi."
"Of course."
"Avery!" Cassie squeals; yanking you out of your daze. She runs over to their table, hugging her friend.
The two of you step to the side, waiting for your ice cream. You can feel his stare out of the corner of your eyes, sending tingles through your body; feelings that you haven't felt in years, bubbling to the surface.
He steps a little closer, moving aside for another family; brushing against you slightly; fingers grazing over the top of yours.
You look over your shoulder, watching as he notices the same thing; eyes working back up to yours. He's closer than expected; the smell of his rich cologne blurring your senses. You focus on the sound of his breathing, soft and slow as his fingers toy with yours ever so slightly.
"Here you are."
You're startled yet again, flinching as you're flung back into reality.
"Uh... Umm. Cass." You lift the cone, motioning for her to retrieve it.
"Can I sit with Avery? Please," she gives you a sweet smile.
"Y-Yeah, baby. We only have about fifteen minutes. Alright?" She nabs the ice cream, quickly turning on her heels; leaving the two of you alone.
"Wanna sit?"
"Yeah... Sorry about Cass," you sigh.
"We got ditched by a five-year-old," he shrugs and laughs.
"Mhmm... That we did, Coach Billy."
"Coach Billy?" He lifts a dark eyebrow. "We're gettin' fancy now. I'm gonna have to start callin' you Mrs. Jones again."
"Not necessary." You roll your eyes and smile.
Billy follows your lead as you walk past a row of tables to a booth. You glance to your side, watching as a smirk sets on Billy's lips.
He knows the two of you could have sat in any one of those; you, settling on a more private option, dismissing your rational mind. You slide in, moving to the middle; looking out for Cass. She grins back at you, Mint Flare a mess on her chubby cheeks.
"This was a great idea, Heidi," Billy teases; sinking into the booth. He moves a little closer, not too close; not where I want him to be.
"Mhmm," you give him an airy laugh.
He relaxes into the seat slightly; thighs widening. There it is. You feel the warmth on his skin against your bare leg; his knee resting lightly against yours. Contact. You don't draw away, making a smile stretches across his rosy lips.
Your untouched ice cream rolls over your fingers landing in a little puddle on the table. You draw the sugar cone to your lips, gliding your tongue across the melted butterscotch.
"Good?" He rasps.
"Delicious," you smile before taking another lick.
"Looks like it." He smirks; his hooded stare lost on your mouth, waiting for you to do it again.
"So, Billy... Are you excited to get back to California?"
"I'm not," he winces; looking at you shamefully.
"You're not what?"
"Goin'." The word barely clears is lips.
"Why?"
"Um..." He shifts nervously in his seat, pulling farther away. No.
"If you're not comfortable telling me, Billy, you don't have to-"
"I had the scores and grades to get there; but, when I got there, I just fell apart," he blurts; cutting you off.
"I'm sorry..."
"It's alright. My childhood was tough. I didn't have anyone who cared about me like you care about Cass and Trent. Not even close. Nobody reading with me; makin' sure I wasn't cheating. And, I know I'm making excuses for myself; but, I tried. No matter how many tutoring sessions I went to or office hours I attended it just wasn't enough..."
"Billy... Truly, I'm so sorry."
"Turns out you need to be more than a good baseball player to go to college... News to me."
"Are you gonna go back? No judgment. Just curious."
"I don't really know," he sighs; sadness driven in his tone. Billy gives you a soft smile. "Thanks for hearin' my sob story, Heidi."
"Thanks for telling me."
"You're easy to talk to. You know that? You're the only person who knows. So, keep my secret for me?"
"I will. I promise... Well, Coach Billy. If you ever want a job on a farm, just let me know," you smile.
"Can't really imagine myself doin' that," he scoffs; running his fingers through his freshly dried curls.
"You might like it." You draw the ice cream to your lips again. "Farm work would look good on you, Billy." He smiles brightly, taking in your compliment.
"So, Officer Jonsie's not a farm work kinda guy?" He asks passively; watching intently as you clean the sweet cream off your bottom lip.
"No... I mean it was his family's. When his dad passed she handed it down to Alex. Alex didn't want to leave the force. He wanted nothing to do with it. He just wanted to sell the land for some fast cash. I didn't... It means too much to me. That was my first job-"
"Were you a monster?" He bullies.
"No," you chuckle. "I just sold concessions. That's actually where I met Alex; "Officer Jonsie"."
"Shit... So you run that whole thing by yourself?"
"I do pretty much everything by myself," you answer simply. He cocks his head to the side, putting the pieces together.
"That sounds like a lotta work, Heidi."
"It is... But, I have great kids. And, my mom moved in with us when my dad died so I have the extra help."
"Do you ever relax?"
"I don't think I've relaxed in years, Billy," you sigh.
"Well, gotta get you in the water too then. You'd love it; very relaxing.
You drop your head, shaking it as you dismiss the thought. "I could never get in a pool with you, Billy," you snort through a laugh.
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" His mouth falls open in faux disgust as he throws his arm on the back of the booth.
"I haven't put on a swimsuit in five years. And, I'm definitely not going to put on a swimsuit in front of someone who has washboard frickin' abs. No thanks."
The tip of his rough finger brushes lightly against your shoulder, making goosebumps run down your arms; the added connection lighting you on fire.
"Why?" He asks. You can tell from his stare what he'll say next if you push this conversation any further...
Fuck... I wanna hear it.
"Nobody wants to see that," you groan, laughing lightly.
He looks at you in bewilderment; his strong hand squeezing your shoulder. "You're joking?"
You bite your cheek, holding back your smile as you relish the first morsel of praise you've had in years.
His hand skims along your arm as he returns it to his side. "I'd personally kill to see you in a swimsuit, Heidi."
Oh...
Shit.
Alright... Wait. You feel the loss of contact between the two of you, craving more.
"Stop," you flirt; slapping his thigh, keeping it in place. His eyes lower to your hand on his body. His cheeks are sunkissed from the pool deck; a light wash of freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose, even still you can see him blush. He bites his bottom lip as the wheels turn in his mind.
"You know, Heidi. If you ever wanted to relax; I could give you some private lessons if you'd like?" He softens his gaze. "You could put on your swimsuit again... Make my fuckin' day. That's for sure," he mumbles.
Make his day.
He wants to meet privately?
He's probably just being nice... Trying to make me feel better about myself; but, what if he isn't?
Your heart starts to thump at the thought of it; mind wandering in an instant. "Umm... I-" You stammer.
"Come to think of it, Heidi," he starts again, drawing you in deeper. "There's a good pool out at Motel 6 on Cornwallis."
Fuck.
You take a little breath, looking out at Cassie as a flood of questions pour in.
Is he bullshitting me?
How could he want me?
He's almost half my age. I'm a mom... I'm married. Why am I considering this?
You sit there silently, feeling the ice cream roll down your fingers again; landing on your thigh, as your mind spins slowly.
Billy grabs a napkin off the table, cleaning you up. His lust replaced with genuine concern as he searches for your eyes. "Heidi? I'm sorry if I made this weird. I love coachin' Cass. I hope I didn't fuck that up. I'm sorry if I misread-"
"You didn't," you cut him off breathlessly. "You didn't, Billy," you repeat yourself with a little more conviction as you meet his gaze.
"I didn't?" He asks, gently.
You shake your head no, watching as an unholy grin spreads on his face. Billy wraps his arm around the back of the booth again, leaning in a little closer. "Alright... Well, what do you say, Heidi? Eight o'clock?"
Later that night...
You cut off the engine, looking to your left as you feel yourself at the crux between shame and desire. Billy's Camaro is parked at a distance, the sight of it making it all that more real. You glance down at your body; breasts pressed into lingerie you haven't worn in ages, a black satin dress hugging your curves.
Why did I wear this? Who am I kidding? What am I doing?
Heat rises behind your eyes, tears pricking at the corners. You snag a Kleenex from the center council, blotting your eyes.
The car clock switches to eight. Without thinking you thrust your hand into the passenger's seat, grabbing your overnight bag; jarring the door open before you can talk yourself out of it.
Your heels snap along the asphalt; eyes lowered as you stride through the building, heading hastily toward the elevator. "Good evening!" The receptionist sings as you blow past her; jamming your finger on the up button. You feel your stomach sink, blood draining from your face as you step into the lift.
I haven't thought this through... This hotel is so close to home. So many eyes on us. What if they recognize me? What if they know Alex?
You bury your head in your hands, feeling yourself in the throws of a panic attack.
DING.
The door floats open. All the noises roaring in your head falling to a hush. The door starts to close again. You reach out, batting at it; making it stop in a beat.
Alex doesn't want to be with me... He said it himself, more times than I can count. Remember? He was cheating on you, and he still is; even when he swore he wouldn't. 205... 207... You count the numbers as they rise. Even when he swore he would be a better father; a better husband, he couldn't. That's probably where he is right now, with her. Karen Wheeler... That cunt. Her with her white picket fence; mother of the year bullshit. It's all a sham. She was a bitch in high school and she's a bitch now. 215... 217...
220... You stand outside the door, staring at the number etched into the cheap plastic sign as you strain to slow your breathing.
I deserve to be happy; to feel wanted.
Closing your eyes you draw a deep breath; knuckles rapping against the wood. You can hear Billy's heavy feet on the other side.
The door fans open.
Before he can say an utterance you throw yourself into his arms; fingers raking through his hair, kissing him deeply. The air flees your lungs as he lifts you effortlessly, pushing you up against the wall.
"Fuck, Heidi," he mumbles. "You came. You look... Mmm... Fuck. You look so damn good," he pants between kisses as you pull at the buttons of his blood-red button-down.
Your heart pounds in your chest, as his broad body presses flush against yours; hips grinding with yours making you moan into your kiss. He's assertive; animalistic; hungry for your lips.
Billy draws away slightly, leaving you reaching for a breath; searching for him. He rests his forehead against yours staring deeply into your eyes. You can feel him trembling with excitement, that same adrenaline coursing through your veins.
"Fuck me," you whisper. "I-Is that okay? Do - Shit. Do you want that? Is that why you asked me here?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Flashback ended...
"Is this about Heather?" He mumbles; crossing his arms across his strong chest.
You bite your cheek, feeling your emotion welling in your eyes. "You can't... Y-You," you stammer. "You can't just do that at work, Billy."
"Do what, Heidi?" He grunts. "Huh? I have an hour-long break... I only took twenty minutes and I went back to work. You gonna scold me for that?"
"No. Fuck, Billy! You know what I mean."
"I don't."
You grit your teeth, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. Billy's demeanor changes as he catches sight of it, softening his tone.
"I don't know what you mean, Heidi," he whispers; averting his gaze.
"Don't lie to me, Billy. I know what I heard..."
He nods slowly, taking in your words. "What do you want from me, Heidi?" He asks, defeatedly. "You can't expect me not to do anything with anyone else. You didn't want to be with me."
"That's not true, Billy... You know that's not true," you whimper.
"Then why aren't you?" He sharpens his tone, narrowing his piercing blue eyes on yours.
"Have you two been together for a while?"
"We hook up, Heidi. We have for years. And, that stopped the night that you showed up to the motel. You were the one that broke it off with me. And, you avoided the question, Heidi. Why aren't you with me? If you wanna be with me, why are you still in your pathetic fuckin' marriage? Huh?" He spits.
"Because, Billy..." You growl in frustration; banging your hands against the desk. "None of this shit is in my name... This farm is my life. It's how I make my money. Once Alex and I are done, everything I've worked for the last ten years is gone. How am I gonna support Cass and Trent? This is the Jones Family farms. Jones... Not to mention if he even got a sense that you and I were together, Billy. You'd be gone too. And, that's the last thing I want. So pardon me, if I need a few months to figure my shit out."
"You could have at least told me... He doesn't need to know, Heidi," he shouts; face reddening with irritation; fists clenched tightly.
"We were getting too sloppy, Billy. You know that... It's too much of a risk."
"You didn't even give me a chance to try, Heidi. You just iced me out." You see his eyes haze with tears, his jaw tightens; pushing those feelings down deep.
He's right... I'm just another person that let him down. But, I knew he could talk me out of anything... I thought it was my only option at the time.
"Heidi... I appreciate this job more than I can say. After everything that happened with school, this is exactly what I needed. But, what I wanted was to be closer to you."
"Me too."
"It's been hard... Watchin' you walk around like what we had was nothing; seeing you with Alex-"
"I'm just playin' nice, Billy... Nothing more," you interject. "I either need to get him to sign this place over to me. Or, buy it outright from his mom. I really needed this season to go well, Billy and after everything that happened this past weekend, I've already lost so much."
"Well, Heidi, It doesn't make it any easier for me."
"I know... Billy, I'm sorry."
He nods slowly; his reflective eyes lost in thought.
"Billy, I don't expect your life to stop; but, just don't do it in front of me. Okay?" Your voice is barely audible; ridden with sadness.
"Well, if you would have just told me what was goin' on -"
"I know... I messed up, Billy."
"I'm sorry you heard that, Heidi," he rasps.
"You said 'you two have been hooking up for years'... Do you like her?" You ask, timidly.
"'Course I do, Heidi. Heather means a lot to me." His words hit you like a shot to the heart. "It's casual. Just sex."
"Anybody else?"
"Heidi..." Billy cautions.
"Billy..."
"Yeah." He throws his gaze away. As much as it hurts to hear... He's being honest with me now. What we had was something. It was everything; far beyond sex.
I'm jealous...
Billy should be mine. I want to be his. I want to know that he missed me; if what we had was as good as I thought it was, if I was better.
I need to know.
Grabbing the collar of your blazer you pull it off your shoulders, exposing your satin top; red lace peeking out. His favorite.
Billy furrows his brows in confusion; his perplexed-state quickly fading as he sees the look in your stare.
"Thought we were gettin' too messy, Heidi?" He groans; sinking in his seat slightly, making himself a little more comfortable.
"Were they as good as me, Billy?" You purr as you lean in closer. He lets out a sinful laugh; snatching a dart from behind his ear.
"What do you think?" Billy mumbles as he blazes his cigarette, pulling a deep inhale. Smoke pours from his mouth as he runs his tongue along his pouty bottom lip. "I've never had anyone as good as you, baby. Never."
Baby... You close your eyes, drinking in his words as memories come pouring in.
"What about you, Heidi? Have you been with anyone but me?"
"No," you respire; eyes drifting open.
"You think about it?" He smirks; pinching his blue jeans, adjusting slightly.
You bite your lip and smile. "Every night."
"Every night?"
"Mhmm..."
"No one's been takin' care of you?" He asks, darkly as he pushes himself out of his chair.
"Just me." Your eyes follow him as he walks around the desk; boots shuffling along the floor.
"Just me. Huh?" He echoes.
You nod as he grips the armrests of your swivel chair, jarring you closer. You can see the print of Billy's long, thick cock; pressing against his jeans.
"I'm gonna take care of you, Heidi. And, you're gonna let me." He takes hold of your chin with a heavy hand.
"We gotta be careful, Billy. I can't-"
"I'm gonna take care of you," he cuts; using his grasp to lift you out of your seat and into his arms. "When I say I'm gonna take care of you, Heidi, I mean it. I'm gonna be careful. You don't need to worry about me. I got you. Alright?"
"Okay, Bi-" He steals your words, claiming your lips with his. Billy catches your moan in his mouth, answering with his own.
You let out a little gasp as he lifts you, bringing you closer. "I missed you... Fuck, Heidi," he mutters.
"I missed you too, Billy." You hold on tight as Billy swipes his palm across the desk; making the items tumble to the floor. He lays you on top; lips, barely losing contact, kissing you roughly.
Your hands drift down his chest, slipping under the hem of his shirt; meeting his warm tight skin just above his belt buckle. You rake your hands back up, feeling his muscles; even more pronounced than before; resting on his chest feeling his heart pound underneath. You dig your nails into his skin making him hiss out a breath.
Billy reaches for the bottom of your silk top, lifting it up; flipping back the cups of your bra. He squeezes your tits, shoving them together. "Jesus fuck, Heidi," he mutters; locking down on your nipple, swirling and flicking, leaving you a whimpering mess below him.
"You look good... So fuckin' good," he babbles; running two thick fingers between your thighs, shifting under your skirt; grazing over your panties. "How are you so wet?" He growls.
"Please," you whimper, desperate for more.
"Want me to eat your pussy, baby? Hmm? Bend you over this desk?"
"Yes, Billy. Fuck," you sob.
He lowers himself between your legs, looping his arms under your thighs; pulling you toward his face. You slink your hands down your body, pinching your skirt; pulling it around your hips as Billy tugs your panties over your curves; falling to the floor.
He spreads your legs, kissing you deeply; marking you in a way that'll surely leave a bruise, teasing you as his digits slip closer.
You take a grip on his sandy-blonde mullet, pulling him nearer as you buck your hips, craving more friction between the two of you. Billy breathes warmly against your clit making you melt into the table.
"Billy-" You beg, your words turning into a cry as he plunges his tongue deeply; drawing out slow, licking a line to your clit that has your body reeling.
He sucks your bud, releasing you with a pop. Doing it again and again, leaving your thighs quaking uncontrollably. He brushes his tongue side to side on your clit, making you see stars.
Billy slings your legs over his broad shoulders, working deeper than before. You grip the edge of the desk, teeth clenched; muscles firing hot as you hold back your cries of pleasure. "Cum for me..." He grunts; driving his fingers into you as you nod rapidly. "Can ya?"
"Y-Yeah," you shudder; chasing your climax as he pounds into your dripping cunt.
"Do it." Billy curls his fingers inside of you; tension, snapping as you cry out his name. "Fuck... Say it again. Say my name again," he moans; looking down at you in a drunken haze as he works you through your orgasm.
"Billy," you breathe as he slips between your legs, cleaning the mess he made.
"Tastes so fuckin' good," he mumbles. Before you can even think straight you hear the clinking of his belt and the splaying of a zipper. "Need to be inside you," he mutters.
You let out a gasp as he stuffs his cock in your pussy; hips flush with your ass, balls deep; pushing even further. "B-Billy..." You whimper; tears running down your cheeks as you feel the pressure you've been missing.
"Tell me what you we're thinkin' about last night, Heidi. Gonna fuck you just like that." He brushes your tears away with his thumbs as he kisses your lips; dick buried deep. "Mmm... Heidi, this pussy was made for me."
BANG. BANG. "Hey, Heidi. You in there?" Alex booms behind the door causing the two of you to freeze. Billy snares your hips, holding you in place.
"Can you go out the window?" You whisper.
"Of course." He rolls his hips slowly, not wanting to stop. "Meet me tonight..."
"I c-can't. My mom is out of town until Thursday-" You whisper, biting back a moan.
"Thursday it is," he sighs; cupping your breast in his hand. He leans down, giving you a soft bite; eyes focused on yours. You watch as the shadow shifts underneath the door; Alex, walking away. Billy notices his leaving as well, starting right where he left off.
"Billy, you said you were gonna take-"
"Care of you," he finishes your statement. "Aren't I?"
"Billy..."
"I promise; but, can you blame me?" He groans; pulling out reluctantly; eyes, rolling back at the feeling. "Thursday..."
"I promise."
"I knocked. You said 'she was in there'?" Alex darkens the door again, talking to someone.
Billy plucks your panties off the floor, stuffing them into his back pocket; giving you a wink. He slips out the window as you turn on your heels, grabbing the phone in an attempt to look busy.
Alex meets your eyes, ending a call of his own. You gesture toward yours, giving him a silent apology.
"It's okay. Just wanted to let you know we have a few squad cars out front," he whispers.
You give him a warm smile and a nod. Alex strides out the door, into the dark hallway; leaving you alone again.
BUZZ.
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been trying to do it right
6x14 coda (buck’s version | eddie’s version)
“he’s not gonna ghost her, buck,” hen says. buck opens his mouth to protest that he isn’t saying eddie should ghost her—
and promptly closes it again when he realises that’s pretty much exactly what he’d said. keeps it shut when he realises exactly how much he wants eddie to do just that. forget to text this girl, lose her number, so everything can stay just the way it is.
which probably makes him a bad friend, he thinks. he’s supposed to want eddie to be happy. he’s supposed to want eddie to date someone and feel—fulfilled, or whatever. happy with his life in a way that—
in a way he apparently isn’t now, if he’s dating.
which, buck is rapidly realising, he doesn’t want eddie to do.
it’ll change things, he tells himself. that’s why. if eddie’s dating, if there’s someone significant in his life, it’ll make it weird when buck shows up on their day off just to try a new recipe. it’ll make it weird for eddie and christopher to turn up at his place with a bag full of fifth grade homework just for a change of scenery.
yeah, buck thinks. that’s definitely why the whole thing has him on edge.
—
eddie never actually asks buck to watch christopher during his date. buck simply asks what time it is, and shows up at eddie’s an hour before. eddie looks up from the dining table and grins at him in greeting, and buck kicks his shoes off and takes his place at the table.
“you made this, right?” buck asks christopher in a mock whisper, and christopher laughs.
“oh, fuck off,” eddie says. “you know you love my mac and cheese.”
“eddie!” buck says, pretending to be scandalised. “there are children present!”
“there’s one child,” eddie says, grabbing buck’s plate and serving him mac and cheese, “and he’s definitely heard you say worse.”
“lies and slander,” buck declares, then grins.
“shut up and eat your macaroni,” eddie says.
buck shuts up for at least three bites, then turns to look at eddie. “so, i guess your date isn’t dinner, huh?”
“nah, just drinks,” eddie says. “she picked the place, so—”
“smart,” buck says, shovelling more macaroni into his mouth.
“you think?” eddie asks.
“easier to escape drinks,” buck says. “you don’t need to worry about finishing your food or wasting an expensive meal.”
“i’m not going to escape,” eddie says, indignant. “despite what you might think, i’m not panicking.”
buck grins. “i didn’t say anything about you.”
“that’s just rude,” eddie says and tries to take buck’s plate away, but buck holds his arms around it protectively.
“sorry,” he says, knowing he doesn’t sound at all contrite. “she’s going to fall desperately in love with you from first sight. you won’t be able to get rid of her.”
“wait, i don’t know if i want that either—” eddie says, just as his phone buzzes. buck sees the alarm pop up on the screen.
“shit,” eddie says, standing up. “i gotta get changed and go.”
“what,” buck asks, grinning, “you’re not going like that?”
eddie looks down at his cutoff sweats and the LAFD t-shirt with a hole near the hem. “wasn’t planning on it, no.”
shame, buck thinks. he looks good like this, soft and comfortable.
then he blinks, unsure where that thought came from.
“okay, go, go,” he says giving his head a tiny shake to clear it. he gestures at the table. “i’ve got cleanup.”
“you’re a lifesaver,” eddie says, and disappears into his bedroom.
he comes out a couple of minutes later wearing a dark red suit. buck turns back to the dishes in the sink as soon as he sees it, because it turns out the alternate option is to stare at eddie for far longer than is probably normal.
“okay,” eddie says to buck’s back. “i’m gonna,
uh—”
“have fun!” buck says, and suddenly can’t tell if his voice always sounds like this or if there’s something wrong with it. “but, you know, not too much—”
“buck!” eddie hisses.
he turns to leave. “make good choices!” buck calls out after him.
and then the front door closes, and he’s gone. eddie is officially on a date, and buck—
buck is left sitting in eddie’s house with the knowledge that maybe, as it turns out, he’s not really all that okay with it.
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What's up with long-time VC readers saying the queerness of the books were subtext and they're glad the show made it clear? I've seen it on twitter and even a couple official interviews. Is there any truth to that? I don't know the books but based on the screenshots and quotes y'all are sharing, the text seems pretty clear...
Well... the books have always been queer.
But the vampires didn't have sex. Which is something that needs to be spelled out for some people apparently.
I don't mean to be rude here. We are living in a fairly oversexed but undersatisfied world, where what we see is what we're supposed to believe in, and where "truth" is advertised to us.
Louis and Lestat have always been kissing, petting, sharing a coffin, coming together as lovers. For example.
"Have you come back to me, as lovers say?"
Gabrielle has always been shedding her woman's clothes and cut off her hair to "become" a boy.
Armand always chased Daniel around the globe, and then turned him, eventually.
Et cetera.
But their peak intimacy in the books is sharing blood, and the kill, not sex (well, that may have changed in the later books, everyone say "thank you Fareed" :), but that is a longer story^^).
And so a lot of things were seen as "subtext".
But... I never understood that (and apparently Sam didn't either^^), because how is this subtext:
"I begged Lestat to let me stay in the closet, but he laughed, astonished. ‘Don’t you know what you are?’ he asked."
or
Armand kissed him.
or
Lestat embraced his companion Louis, and they kissed on the mouth, as the mortal musicians put their arms around both of them.
or
I stopped. I put my arm around him. I held him close to me.
“I’m Lestat,” I said in a low voice. “Your Lestat. I’m the same Lestat you’ve always known, and no matter how I’m changed, I’m still that same being.”
“I know,” he said warmly.
I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave in to a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered.
In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.”
And finally (in the last books)
But not before holding Louis for a moment, and then kissing him and telling him low in French that I loved him and always had.
... I don't find it subtext tbh.
Never have. 🤷🏽♀️
And, btw, the "lingering kiss" Lestat gives Louis, and that I commissioned art of, that is from "The Vampire Lestat." And... that was released 1985.
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With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Last chapter.....
A few hours after they arrived, Rainbow was starting to run out of energy and trying to figure out how to leave without being rude. Bucky noticed and moved towards the hall where her room was located but before they could go a blonde woman came storming down the hall.
Bucky greeted her "Hey Yelena-"
She walked right up to Y/N "You're Y/N right? The mutant bitch that made the Avengers push my sister away."
She shoved Y/N, who stood her ground.
Rainbow shook her head "That's my name but I don't think you have the whole story. I never-"
Yelena sucker punched her and Bucky caught her before she fell "What the fuck, Yelena?"
Clint grabbed Yelena and held her back as she spat at Y/N "Natalia told me what you did so you better watch your back." And stormed off.......
Chapter 7
Bucky carried Rainbow to the sofa and set her down carefully "Are you alright doll?" He turned to Sam "Could you grab some ice for her?"
Y/N looked dazed "Who the hell was that?"
Bucky sighed as he took an ice pack from Sam and gently set it over her eye "Nats sister from the red room, Yelena. Apparently Nat told her own version of what happened. Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this."
Y/N looked nervous "Does she live here too? Maybe me staying here isn't the best idea. I can always call Charles and go back to his school."
Bucky shook his head and almost shouted "No! You don't have to go." He took a breath "Nat is only here until her vision is back to normal and Yelena is only visiting."
He looked up at Tony "Right, Stark?"
Tony nodded distractedly "Yeah, no. Neither of them are staying. Nat is doing much better. I'll ask Helen to take a look at her tomorrow. FRIDAY, can you invite Yelena to the common room and lock Nat in behind her?"
"Of course, sir."
When Yelena returned she scoffed at Y/N sitting with ice on her eye "Aawww, did the poor baby get a boo boo? Do you need a blankie and baba?" And laughed loudly.
Tony stopped Bucky from going after her "As much as she deserves it, Barnes, we won't resort to violence just yet."
He turned to face Yelena "You are a guest here and assaulting a member of my team won't be tolerated. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Yelena laughed again "Why do you have whiny little babies on your team? Why did you force Natalia out for this crying little girl?"
Y/N tried to protest "Hey, Nat made her own bed. I never did anything to her until she broke my damn wrist."
Yelena looked at her in shock "What did you say?" And started walking over towards her, only to be stopped by Bucky. She glared at him "No, I need to talk to her. What happened?"
Y/N told her side with the rest of the team confirming her account. "I thought Nat was my friend but I guess she always hated me."
"Bullshit! That's not what Natalia said at all and she would never lie to me." Yelena replied defiantly.
Tony shook his head "It turns out Nat isn't the person any of us thought she was. I don't really care what you believe, she's off the team and no longer welcome here"
He looked pointedly at Yelena "If she gets the ok from our doctor tomorrow, I think it would be in everyone's best interests if you took her with you."
He shrugged "Or not, she's out regardless."
Yelena looked at the rest of the team, then at Rainbow, and scoffed "Some family you people are. She's better off without you."
Steve nodded "and we're better off without her, something we can all agree on. We'll have Friday notify you of her appointment in the morning and then you can both go."
Yelena looked Steve up and down then shook her head and went back to Nats room.
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Nat was stretched out on her bed, the bandages that covered her eyes were pushed up and she was reading a magazine. The sound of the door opening made her jump and she quickly set the magazine down and tried to adjust the bandages over her eyes but Yelena caught her.
Nat stammered "It's still all spotty but I keep trying, makes me feel more normal even if I'm pretending." Her brow twitched and Yelena gasped before her face turned to stone
"Really Natalia? Are you pretending you can see the pages of the magazine or pretending your sight hasn't returned."
Her voice went up as she spoke "Or was it ever really gone? Did that girl even hurt you or was that fake too?"
Yelena went to get a drink and sat angrily "So spill Natalia and you better tell me the goddamn truth because every single Avenger that's here agrees on one story and it's not the one you told me so you'd better explain yourself."
Nats lip quivered and her eyes filled with tears "You want the truth? Steve and I were together until she showed up and he dropped me like I was trash. A few months later he's afraid to push her for sex and we started up again. I told him I loved him and he laughed at me, insisted that Fury wouldn't let us be together out in the open. Claimed the public wouldn't accept it and I would hurt his reputation. I started seeing Bruce but he's afraid that sex will bring out the big guy and hurt me. Now she's got Bucky all over her and me out on the street."
Yelena listened quietly "Did you pretend to be her friend?"
Nat laughed "Yeah, it was pathetic really, how desperate she was for a friend. I wasn't going to just let her have Steve without a fight."
Yelena nodded "And you broke her wrist?"
Nat shrugged "I needed to talk to her and she kept trying to run away. It was her fault really, she kept leaving."
Yelena grimaced "So they are telling the truth? You all saved her from Strucker and you resented her, pretended to be her friend. Instead of telling her the truth about you and Steve you blamed her for something she knew nothing about while fucking him behind her back? And pretending she blinded you. Is that about it?"
Nat shook her head "No, she really did blind me but it's much better now. I was just waiting for you so we can get away from these jerks."
Yelena sighed "Why should I trust you after you lied to me about everything?"
Nat teared up again "I was afraid you would reject me too. If you do, I don't have anyone else to turn to."
Yelena scoffed "It sounds like you've lost everyone because you're a manipulative bitch."
Nat tried to defend herself "No, but I-"
Yelena shook her head "Whatever, doesn't matter. You'll see their doctor tomorrow and if she says you're ok we'll go. You can help me free the rest of the Widows. After that you can do what you want."
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Bucky told Rainbow to stay on the couch while he helped Sam make dinner and both men did what they could to cheer her up and help her forget about Nat and Yelena and Steve. They did a pretty good job until the food was done and the Avengers all came down to eat together.
Rainbow was seated between Sam and Bucky to keep Steve from bothering her.
Dinner was a raucous affair with the whole team together, telling stories and different versions of previous fights.
Rainbow felt someone behind her right before the entire room went silent. Nat and Yelena came up to the table and Nat sat next to Steve after filling her plate then looked at Yelena to do the same.
Tony's temper was rising until he couldn't hold his tongue "I'm sorry, this is a team dinner and you, ahem, ladies aren't part of the team.
Of course Nat took the opportunity to play victim.
"What? I can't eat with my team one last time before you kick me out onto the street? You all treat this little brat like a princess and push me aside like I'm nothing."
She scoffed as she stood "some family you are."
She gestured to Yelena "just grab a plate and we'll go back to my room. Then we're done here. I don't need Cho to check my eyes, I can see fine."
Tony shook his head and ran a hand down his face "I'm sorry but due to legal obligations I can't allow you to leave until we're sure your injury is fully healed. I don't need you coming back in a year, trying to sue me for any future problems. In fact I have some legal, separation paperwork to confirm you're no longer the team's responsibility, etc. If you get hurt, it's not our problem." He smirked at Nat "I'm sure you understand."
Nat was fuming "You can't make me stay here one more second, this is bullshit Tony."
She turned to Rainbow with a hate filled look on her face. "You might have won this round but it's not over. One of these days you won't have all these assholes around to protect you and then we'll see how tough you are."
Rainbow scoffed "Pretty sure the answer is pretty fucking tough since the only time we've fought you ended up blind and that was before I had any real control over my powers. After my time working with Loki I've learned a lot and I'm not afraid of you anymore."
Nat sneered "You'll never see me coming little girl. Just watch your back and don't depend on this fake family to help."
Rainbow stood defiantly "Take your best shot." She had a mist surrounding her that turned dark as she glared at Nat.
"They aren't a fake family, you're the fake one Natalia." she spat "Cruel and manipulative, you're only upset your games didn't work so are playing victim when you brought it all on yourself."
She shook her head and spoke softly "I feel sorry for you."
Nat screamed "I'll get you for this, bitch" threw her plate of food at the wall and stomped back to her room.
Yelena looked at the team apologetically before running after her sister.
Bucky squeezed Rainbows hand "Don't worry doll, we won't let her hurt her. As long as I'm breathing, I will always protect you."
Bucky pulled her to him and kissed her softly which made Steve groan, beating himself up for the mistakes he's made. When Bucky pulled away he gave Steve a dark look, then gave all of his attention back to her. "My beautiful and precious Rainbow." he said quietly before kissing her again.
Steve grunted and left, Tony spoke up "Look Barnes I'm glad you two found each other and all that but could you save all the lovey dovey crap for your own rooms and not the dinner table.
Bucky and Rainbow both blushed and chuckled. He kissed her hands and they sat back down to their meal both feeling a little nervous about what comes next.
Everyone else, convinced that the drama was over, for now, went back to their food and stories.
Chapter 8
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You´re my favorite
Jung Wooyoung x bestfriend!reader
Summary: Feeling replaced is never a good thing
Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.
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To say you were mad wouldn´t even begin to cover what you were feeling at the moment.
It had been a while since you and Wooyoung had hung out but today was your weekly movie night, something that had been tradition since the two of you were teenagers.
A tradition that had apparently been forgotten by the troublemaker you called your best friend.
Ever since the two of you had started collage, the boy had become more and more distant. Making friends left and right while you´d rather stay at home listen to music or play video games.
The longer you watched him socialize, the harder it became to stay close to him.
It wasn´t that you were mad at him for getting to know new people but watching him go out with his new friends and getting left on read let your anger slowly simmer to the surface.
Yeosang and San were nice, there was no arguing about that but the longer you watched, the stronger the trio grew together. Without you.
Your movie nights were the only thing that stayed consistent throughout the semester.
Up until now at least!
By now, the Pizza you had ordered went cold and the movie you had started was almost over. The clock on your microwave showed 11:52 p.m, glowing in a bright red color as the rest of the room stayed dark. Save from the illuminating light the TV gave off.
Your phone stayed silent as the dozens of messages you had left Wooyoung had gone straight to the voicemail, texts had been left unanswered and your mood dropped further that it already had.
If only you hadn´t gone on instagram earlier!
Then you wouldn´t have seen the story he posted while getting drunk with his two new friends at someone’s house party.
Exactly what you needed now!
Deciding to try your luck again, you picked you phone up and pressed the call button one last time.
It rung a few times and you already thought of hanging up when Wooyoung finally managed to pick up the call.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT Y/N?” he yelled rudely over the music and you had to pull the phone away from your ear because of the sudden noise.
“What do you mean Wooyoung, It´s Friday! Like in Movie-Night-Friday! Why aren’t you here? Or if you were planning to go somewhere with the boys then why didn´t you cancel?”
The disappointment was evident in your voice and Wooyoung would have to be very gone not to hear it, even over the phone.
He let out a suffering sigh before answering in a low voice.
“Come on bunny. Don´t tell me you are seriously mad about it! We have these nights every week and Yeosangie invited me and Sannie to go to this party with him. It´s no big deal!”
You couldn´t believe what you heard. Not a big deal? Did this really mean so little to him?
“No big deal? Wooyoung I’ve been waiting for the better part of the evening for you to call and cancel or at least some kind of text that you wouldn’t show up but instead I get nothing. You wouldn´t even answer my messages! And what’s worse is that I find out you went to go to a party through your instagram story? That´s fucked up!”
It was obvious to you that this conversation annoyed the other. The way he huffed was a dead give away!
“Sorry but it was a last minute thing. I´ll call next time okay? But I got to go now, talk to you later! Bye.”
With that call ended. You were stunned to silence. Did he really just hang up on you?
You lowered your hand slowly from your ear before starting to clean up the living room. Wooyoung could really be an idiot if he wanted to be!
Anger started to consume you as the Pizza box got placed on the kitchen counter and the soju bottles vanished in the fridge. Neither got touched even once!
Your phone lit up again but this time it was you who left him on read.
Wooyoung had sent a message, hoping to placate you at least a little.
What were you supposed to answer? It´s fine? Absolutely not!
Don’t be mad bunny :( send 00:04 a.m
Instead of answering, you connected the phone with the charger and got ready for bed. You knew you weren’t going to sleep but wallowing in self-pity wouldn´t get you anywhere either.
Tomorrow was another day and since it was a weekend you could finally sleep in and rest for a while.
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The next day you got rudely woken up by a pillow to the face.
“WHAT THE HELL?” you groaned and sat up to look at the offender.
What you didn´t expect was to see Wooyoung sitting on the foot of your bed. The boy had gotten a key to your apartment almost the minute you had signed the contract for the apartment and it wasn´t the first time the boy had let himself in either.
But you had expected for him to sleep in today and cure his hangover. Apparently that wasn´t the case!
“What are you doing here Woo?” you sighed, letting yourself fall back into the pillow to try and go back to sleep.
“You weren´t answering your phone!” he whined loudly.
“Oh so now not answering is a problem? Are you kidding me?”
Rolling your eyes hard before turning your back to the boy sitting on your blanket did not make him go away as you hoped!
Wooyoung realized that you were truly mad at him when you didn´t budge at his insistent shaking on your shoulder.
“Seriously Wooyoung, go away! That´s what you seem to do a lot recently!”
“Are you seriously still mad about yesterday? I told you why I didn´t call!” he reasoned, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“No you didn´t! You said it was a last minute thing but not why you didn´t call and you can shove your apology up your ass by the way! If you could even call it one! Go back to Yeosang and San okay. They are probably waiting for you somewhere!”
You looked back at him. It seemed that he still didn´t understand what was actually bothering you and just looking at his face made the anger and hurt come back full force.
“Why are you so mad at me? I´m sorry that I didn´t call, it was a dick move from me but we´ve done these movie night every week since we were teenagers. Is it really so bad that I missed one?”
“It is to me! In case you haven´t noticed but these movie nights have been the only chance for us to hang out recently since you always hang out with the boys. Which is fine by me and it would have been fine if you had just called and talked to me instead of just not showing up and ignoring me!”
Something in the boy clicked. He didn´t even realize that he hadn´t been hanging out with you! Has it really been that long? The boy couldn´t even remember the last time he had seen you longer then for a few minutes in between classes.
Guilt crept up on him as he looked at you. As much as you wanted to hide from him that you were hurt, he knew you to well for that!
You had always been someone he could come to when something was bothering him, so for you to turn your back and hide behind a wall of blankets and silence pained him greatly.
“Y/n… I’m sorry. I didn´t realize it has been that long. Can you look at me please?”
You had to force down a sob, desperately trying to hide the tears threatening to leave your eyes.
Wooyoung saw your struggle immediately. He laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection.
“Just tell me if you want to hang out with them instead of me. I get it honestly I do, but being forgotten without a word of why hurts okay?!”
“Oh bunny I could never forget about you! You´re my best friend. Don´t doubt that! I love Sangie and Sannie but no matter how much I hang out with them, you will always be my favorite person!”
You turned towards him, hiding your face in his chest while letting the tears run freely.
It felt amazing to hear those words but no matter what he said, forgiving him was not something you could do.
At least not right now…
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(Takes place in an alternate timeline where there were more tournament held)
(Unedited) (Small hint of smut thoughts)
Tory took a step back, smirk crossing her face as she looked the other girl up and down. Watching the girl's fat ass from afar. She was too busy talking to the shorter LaRusso to even notice the pair watching her.
“So your telling me SHES a LaRusso? She looks nothing like Sam.”
“Yep, she's just a year younger than Sam.”
Tory cocked her head as she looked over to Robby with a serious look. He just looked back at her with a grin. He almost wanted to laugh at her reaction to the surprising news. Clearly, she was in a bit of shock finding out the bratty LaRusso had a younger sister who was surprisingly taller than her. Both of them looked back at the girl who was now walking around the mat stretching.
Their eyes followed her around as she took long stretches, moving her arms over her head and stretching her thick legs out. It looked as if she was also trying to do some breathing exercises as she moved about. Her eyes looked focused as she went about her business. Clearly she wanted to be completely ready when she got up on the mat.
Green hazel eyes glanced over at the girl, following her every movement. Tory’s eyes where also locked onto the plump girl.
“Is there a reason why she’s now magically apart of their dojo? This is my first time seeing her in general….”
“They needed another female participant for their dojo to be eligible for this tournament. Trust me when I say she’s a good fighter, she just doesn’t enjoy being in the spot light. When I first meet her she hated even talking about karate in the first place.”
“Well clearly that has changed…”
Robby snorted as he messed with his gi top, his eyes moving to look at his girlfriend. He watched as she eyes started to gaze lustily at the other girl. Her eyes slowly started to cloud with lust and a new sparkle of mischief in her eyes. Slowly a smirk started to spread over her pretty lips.
“Do you like her? Do you think she’s attractive?”
He raised a brow at her question, did he like Reader?
He didn’t even know Sam had a sister until he started going over to the LaRusso’s to train with Daniel. The first time he meet her was when they had dinner together. She didn’t talk much but when she was brought up she would look around for a moment before going back to her food. She always seemed to be listening to what was going on around her but chose not to interact. When she talked their was a hint of shyness but nothing to deep too it. She seemed to like talking but just didn’t want to.
It was weeks into knowing the LaRusso’s that he finally got to talk to her one on one. It was simple conversations sheared between them. They talked about school, about the LaRusso’s, about hobbies and things they liked. It was very light-hearted. She always seemed to be comfortable enough around him to actually stay and talk with him for a while. She was soon to retire once Sam made a appearance in the house. Not wanting to bother her slightly older sister, though she didn’t seem to dislike her sister it was apparent that she did not want to step on her toes.
He didn’t fully understand why but he never went out of his way ask either of them why she acted that way around her sister.
After everything that happened between him and Sam along with her father, he no longer saw Reader on a regular bases like he use to. He would see her occasionally in the hallways at school, sometimes at lunch. Reader never seemed to hold any kind of bad feelings towards him like the others did. She never said anything rude or did things to show any kind of hate towards him. Sometimes he would even catch her smiling or giving him a small wave.
Looking at her now without the eyes of Sam boring into his skull he could actually see her for what she was. She was attractive in multiple different ways. Her eyes where sparkling, cheeks full with a cute pair of lips. She was curvy and fluffy, ample chest and soft belly under her gi. A nice ass that he can’t believe he didn’t see in the first place.
He could feel his cheeks growing warm but did his best to shake his feelings off.
“I think she’s cute…in her own way I guess.”
“Well I think she’s hot. I’m surprised you aren’t all over her. I can’t believe you knew her before me and didn’t try to tap that.” Tory grinned.
Robby did a 360 at his girlfriends words.
She smirked in the direction of her boyfriend “What? You know I like girls too, Do you want me to lie when I say that one of the LaRusso shits is actually sexy? Yeah, Sam is decent, Anthony is too young for my taste and not my type by a mile, but Reader is just right. I wouldn't fault you if you were to tell me you ever thought about her like that.” a dust of pink brushes over her nose. Robby could see it in the limelight of the room.
“Maybe once or twice…”
“Thats all I wanted to hear.”
They watched her for a little longer as she started walking around again. They both wanted to roll their eyes when they watched her approach Miguel of all people. They exchanged a few words before the girl spun around and went back to her parents.
Their eyes where glued to the way Miguel took a double look in her direction as she left.
The asshole was definitely giving her ass a second glance.
“You know what we could do to piss off those punks?” Tory sated in a husky tone, a small grin forming on her lips. Robby raised a brow slowly. His girlfriend always had a flare for a bit of drama and she never failed to bring it to every competition.
“What if we sink our fangs into the younger LaRusso girl. We get to piss off not only the other LaRusso’s but their crappy little mixed up dojo too. Plus we get to fuck that fat bitch until she can't stand anymore. Send her home to daddy on her knees.”
Robby’s gi pants were suddenly a bit too tight for his liking as he took her words in. His mind starting to race from the ideas. New images popped up in his head as he really started to think about what Tory was saying. Dick throbbed at the near thought of the chubby girl on her hands and knees for him, for Tory. The image of her chubby little cheeks full as she sucked his dick, ass jiggling as Tory fucked her full of fake cock from the back. The sound of her pretty ass clapping along with Tory’s with every new hard thrust. God his mouth was watering at just the thought.
Looking over he realized Tory was in the same state. She was rubbing her thighs together the best she could since they were in public. Her eyes where glazed over as she stared the fat girl down.
“I wouldn't be opposed to the idea if your are just as interested.” he said looking back to the chubby girl.
“I knew you wouldn't be~”
Their new mission was to get their teeth into the younger LaRusso daughter as quickly as they could.
Might have a part two.👀
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Rude boy —
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Again. You are here again in this bar, where you enjoyed a little too much time here. You usually come here mostly on fridays. When you need to cool down from work stress. The red satin dress that hugged on to your body, pointed out each of your attractive curves. None of the men in this freaking bar didn't spark up your interest. But it was too much for them to hold back due to your pretty presence that they had to approach you themselves. Unfortunately for them, you always rejected them.
Then there was him, time seemed to slow down as he walked inside through the door as slow music with buzzed voices of strangers filled the bar. An unusual but handsome appearance showed up with a black compressed tee that drew out his sculpted body, with grey coloured wide legged pants. Looking up at his face, snowy white hairs falling over his cerulean eyes that are covered by shades. You knew at this moment that he was the one you were looking for.
As you brought down your cocktail on the table in front of you, you stood up and then walked up to that attractive figure, leaning on the counter as he mumbled his order to the bartender.
He quickly picked up the strange presence by his side as his ocean blue eyes fixated on yours before he tilted his face. You were the first to speak, “Want to dance?” Your voice didn't waver despite seeing a strikingly hot man in front you.
He was no longer looking at you, he eyed the glass that was slided towards him by the bartender. He brought it up towards his lips and said before taking a sip “I don't dance”
Taken aback by his response, you tried harder. “How about a drink?” You didn't care for his response before you called the bartender and told him about the drink and he went away to make it. An awkward silence creeped in between the both of you despite all the lively sounds of Tokyo.
The bartender slid the drink towards you and you slid it towards him who looked rather bored with you accompanying him. His eyes followed the drink before he looked up at your eyes that were already on his. “Would you believe me if I said I don't drink?” he said with a smirk growing on his face. You sarcastically smiled back at him, “I won't.” You said.
You followed his hands that slid the drink back towards you, “Well, I don't drink” he said still with that stupid smirk. One of your eyebrows rose up at his reply, you didn't waste no time before you grabbed the drink and downed it.
Your tongue did a ‘tch’ sound as you finished your drink. “Such a nice shot” he commented. Making you look up at him again before you slammed the glass on the counter. “Well, too bad for you.”
He didn't say anything more before he went back to sipping his own drink. Something about him made you want to pester him, maybe you had already fallen for his pretty charms?
“So, why are you here?” You tried to strike up a conversation after you ordered another drink and started sipping on it. “Why i wonder” still looking away, his hands wrapped on the glass that rests on the counter.
You already knew by the way he talked, he didn't care about you nor wanted to have some alone time with you tonight but you said it anyway, “So, wanna get outta here?” You made a final try only for him to say “Not interested” you were completely shut down with that. “Rude much?” You mumbled, hoping he didnt hear it at all.
You finally decided to leave and then walked away. After finishing with the drinks, you knew there was no point in staying any longer and you were already getting tipsy. While you made your way towards the exit, a warmth creeped around your waist, you turned around in a split second to see the white haired man who apparently rejected you some moments ago.
His large hands gripped tightly around your waists like it was always meant to be there. He pulled you closer to his body, as a smile grew on his face. “Leaving already?” He said casually like he wasnt the one who told you to fuck off. Not like actually but to you it was exactly like that.
He brought his other hand to remove his shades before he closed in towards your lips and kissed without a second thought. Your eyes widened with whatever that was happening right now. Your face is heating up with the intimate moment you were having with an insanely hot man.
He pulled away from your lips and then whispered in your ear “Let’s dance” and he put on his shades and took your hand and then brought you towards the area where people danced and kissed. He pulled you closer to his body, your back pressing against his chest as he held your arm while both of you swayed to the music.
One of his hands fixed on your hip that started to climb upwards slowly, towards your chest. He stretched out his hand making you do a spin that rolled up towards him as he grabbed on to your waist. You finally looked up at him as both danced to the faint music playing in the background.
But to your surprise, his attention was not at all on yours but to someone else in the crowd. You tilted your face to see who he was looking at when you switched your positions with him. You saw an extremely beautiful girl, blond hair, pale skinned like him, like a doll. An irritated frown plastered on her face, completely radiating jealousy.
Oh now, you knew what exactly was going on.
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