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seokjinsonlyone · 1 year

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build a bridge

pairing: yoongi x f! reader

summary: “God, sometimes I’m happy when you go off on me because at least then I know what you’re thinking.”

genre: co-parents to lovers; angst; fluff

rating: pg

warnings: brief mention of general/postpartum depression other than that it’s just the fact that yoongi’s a DAD!!!! CERTIFIED DILF!!!!!!

wc: 3.2k

You heard a muffled, “Guess who’s here?” then the sound of small footsteps pattering towards the door. After a few more seconds of shuffling it opened and your daughter all but flung herself on you.

“Mama!”

“Luna!” You opened your arms wide, expecting the tackle she always greets you with when you pick her up from her father’s. You pepper kisses all across her cheeks, heart melting at the way she giggles in your embrace. “Hey, baby. Did you have a good time with daddy?”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around your neck, snuggling into you further.

“I missed you.”

She pulled back, lightly grasping your cheeks and pressing her own mildly slobbery kisses to your face. “I missed you.”

Before you could get overly emotional, her father cleared his throat reminding you two that you weren’t alone. You plastered a fake smile on your lips. “Hey Yoongi.”

He nodded back at you, lips pressed in a straight line.

“Do you have her stuff ready to go?”

“Uhhh… just about. Time got away from us a little bit. You want to step inside while I finish packing her up?” he asked, gesturing for you to come in.

You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips as you entered his house. You don’t understand why he couldn’t just have her things ready to go. Whenever it was his turn to pick her up, you always had everything ready and waiting for him. Your goodbyes may have been a little long and drawn out, but once he was able to pry you two apart it was quick and easy. “Luna, baby, why don’t you show me some of your toys while daddy gets the rest of your stuff?” you suggested, setting her down and letting her guide you into the living room.

Her eyes lit up at the request, light bulb going off in her little toddler brain, rushing to the corner to find whatever item your statement sparked.

It was then that you noticed her outfit. You rolled your eyes at the shirt he donned your daughter in—bright pink, with sparkly gold lettering reading “Daddy’s Little Girl.” It was gaudy and definitely not something you bought for her, but she looked cute anyway. She always did. She had half of your DNA, why wouldn’t she? You shook it off. You know he only did things like that to get under your skin, as if he needed to put in any extra effort for that.

Your eyes roamed around the room, inspecting the interior. A nice sleek, modern yet homey design only interrupted by the sight of dolls and cars spread over the floor. He had good taste. You paused looking over the mantle where he had a few photos displayed. Your eyebrows shot to your forehead, realizing that the one stationed in the very middle was of you and your daughter from when she was about two months old and just started smiling. Your lips were pressed to her cheek and she had a big, toothless baby grin that was nearly identical to your own spread across her face. You knew the photo well seeing as it’d been your lockscreen pretty much ever since he snapped it.

Your inspection was cut short by your daughter calling out to you. “Look at my tabby, mama!”

“Huh?” Your brows furrowed in confusion. Your daughter’s speech was pretty good. And what she lacked in vocabulary and pronunciation you usually made up for on account of you being fluent in Luna, but you’d never heard her speak of a ‘tabby’ before. All confusion was cleared up, however, when you turned around and saw the tablet in her hands. You were already irritated, but now you were pissed.

“My tabby.”

“Oh wow,” you said, feigning enthusiasm. “When’d you get this?”

“Daddy got it for me,” she replied. That didn’t really answer the question, but you didn’t think she would. As a three year old, her concept of time was all but nonexistent. He must’ve just gotten it for her, though or you would’ve heard about it long ago. One thing your child did was talk. She began flipping through the apps, showing you each one, and you wanted to give her your full attention. You really did, but inside you were seething.

Yoongi came out holding both of her bags just in time to feel your wrath. You stood abruptly cutting Luna off. “Really, Yoongi? A tablet?”

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. You know I didn’t want her having one of these. Not at this age.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” you snapped back. “You know what? Never mind,” You snatched her bags from his hand ready to just leave. You could feel yourself getting worked up by the second and you did not want to traumatize your child by having her watch her parents argue in front of her. “Come on, Luna. Put that down, it's time to go.”

“I bring my tabby with me.”

You stooped down to her level. “No. You’re leaving it here. Go put it back. It’s time to go home.”

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes as hers filled with tears and soon after she burst into sobs. You counted to five in your head, willing yourself to exercise the last bit of patience you had. “Miss Luna,” you said sternly, forcing her attention to you. “We’ve talked about this. Babies cry because they don’t know how to talk. But, you know how to talk. Are you a baby or a big girl?”

“A- a big girl,” she sniffled, sobs dying down a bit.

“Okay. So you need to calm down. Come on. Take some deep breaths with me. In,” you inhaled deeply, “and out,” you exhaled. You did it a few more times, Luna following suit until she was calm again. You wiped the tears from under her eyes. “Now talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I want my tabby,” she pouted, looking like she was about to get teary again.

“You know that you have some toys that stay at mama’s house and some toys that stay at daddy’s house. The tablet stays at daddy’s house. You can’t bring it with you.”

“It’s fine. Just let her take it,” Yoongi piped up.

You turned to him with fire in your eyes. “Can I talk to you in the kitchen?” He sighed, slumping his way to the area, while you brought your attention back to your child. “Luna. Go put your dolls and your cars back where they belong, then you can play with the tablet until mama finishes talking to daddy, okay?”

She nodded, happy to have reached some sort of middle ground, and did as you said, and you all but stomped into the kitchen. “I hate it when you do that,” you fired immediately.

He rubbed his hand down his face, looking like he was already over it. “What did I do now?”

“Yoongi,” you stressed, “I’m sitting over here telling her that she can’t bring it with her, and then you telling her that she can. How does that make me look? Who is she supposed to decide who to listen to? What are you gonna do when she doesn’t listen to either one of us? Stop undermining my authority.”

“I’m not trying to undermine your authority, but you’re making a big deal out of nothing. I don’t see why you’re so against the tablet in the first place.”

“She’s only three, Yoongi! What does she need to be on the internet for? There is so much out there that she absolutely does not need to be exposed to. And on top of that she doesn’t need the constant stimulation. You know she already has a predisposition to ADHD. Do you even monitor her when she’s using it?”

“She’s only three, __! Of course I monitor her. And for the record. I hate when you do that.”

“Me?” You pointed back at yourself, raising your eyebrows incredulously. “What did I do?”

He leaned back against the cabinets and ran his hand through his hair, trying to maintain his calm exterior but you’ve obviously ticked him off. “You bottle everything up! I know that in your head Luna is just your daughter, but I’m sorry she’s not! She’s mine, too. I’ve mentioned getting her one of those things several times, and the only thing you’ve ever said was ‘I don’t think that’s a great idea,’ and then you would switch subjects. I respect you as her mother, but I’m not just going to blindly accept everything you say. How was I supposed to know you felt this way about it if you never told me? I can’t read your mind, __. And, you always do this. God, sometimes I’m happy when you go off on me because at least then I know what you’re thinking.”

The anger dissipated from your body with every sentence he spoke and by the time he finished speaking, your lips began to wobble. Yoongi watched as your eyes slowly filled with tears and the only thing he could think of before they broke loose was how eerily similar to your daughter you looked. The same expression having crossed her face not ten minutes ago. He sighed, pulling you into his chest much in the same manner that he would do her as well.

You allowed yourself the comfort of his touch for all of thirty seconds before stepping back and wiping at your eyes, ridding them of the few tears that slipped out. You turned around peeking past the wall, making sure your daughter was still occupied. She was. Dolls successfully put away as you told her, while she sat tapping away on the tablet.

Unfortunately there weren’t many other things you could do to stall for time. You had no other option but to turn around and face the truth. “You’re right,” you conceded, ripping the band aid off. You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t want to argue with him, but you were just so passionate about anything concerning your daughter that you let your emotions get the best of you more often than not.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, and I’m not just trying to win an argument, you know?”

You nodded, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, even though you didn’t know, not really.

“Can we sit?”

You nodded again, taking the seat adjacent to him.

“___, you know I don’t do things to intentionally piss you off, right?”

“Except when you put her in shirts that say ‘Daddy’s Little Girl,’” you pointed out, trying to lighten the mood. You hadn’t had a heart to heart with him in god knows how long. Hadn’t been in this proximity to him in even longer.

He rolled his eyes in return. “Well, yeah. That’s like the one thing. I like the way your eye twitches whenever you notice it.”

You breathed out a laugh. “My eye does not twitch.”

“It does. Your eye twitches, you stare for like two minutes, then give me one of those exasperated sighs. But, that’s not what we’re talking about. I’m being serious.”

“Look,” you exhaled shakily, “I’m sorry for snapping at you and for not communicating effectively. I–“

“I already told you I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. I just– I really hate the way our relationship is now. When Luna was first born, we agreed that we would do this together. Now I feel like I can’t even talk to you anymore. The only reason I even got her the thing was because I felt bad for her.”

“Why?”

“She was, like, inconsolable a couple days ago because she wanted you so bad. Poor thing cried herself to sleep and everything. The next day she was still sad, so I took her to the store, and we picked it out. That was the only thing that got her to stop crying over you.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve came and gotten her.”

“I didn’t want my time cut short, and I didn’t want you to think that I couldn��t handle her,” he admitted softly. “I want you to trust me with her.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yoongi,” you called with your stern voice and waited until he made eye contact with you. “You’re her father. Of course I trust you with her. If I didn’t, I would’ve taken you to court and you’d be seeing her every other weekend at best. I know I can be overbearing, but it’s only because I’m scared,” you replied, slipping out a confession of your own.

He reached out, covering your hand with his own. “Scared of what?”

“Everything? I’ve spent the last three years terrified. She’s my whole world. I don’t know what I would do without her. I wish you would’ve called me when she was throwing her tantrum because all I do when she’s away from me is worry and wonder and wait until I can see her again.”

He tutted. “See. This is what I mean. Luna wanted you. You wanted her. I wanted to call you, but I didn’t. Because of what?”

“Because of me.” You felt yourself getting worked up again, tear ducts beginning to well up. “You said it yourself. I bottle everything up. I push people away. I pushed you away, and we were supposed to be in this together. All I want for our daughter is for her to have the best life possible, yet I’m the one ruining it.”

“Hey, now. Cut the crap,” he deadpanned, cutting your spiral session short and scooting closer to you. “You’re not ruining anything. You’re the best mother that–“

“Mama?” you hear a little voice call, followed by small footsteps pitter pattering, and a few seconds later your daughter came rounding around the corner.

You quickly swiped at your eyes. “Yeah, baby?”

She handed her tablet to Yoongi, before turning back to you, lifting her hands up so you could hold her. She gripped your face in her little hands. “You sad?”

“Yeah, mommy’s a little sad,” you answered honestly. You always tried to treat her like a human. You wanted her to know it was okay to show emotions, and that you were human just like everyone else. You weren’t a superhero, just someone who loved her very very much.

She pressed big, sloppy kisses on each of your cheeks then laid her head down on you, putting you in a position very similar to when you first entered the door, except then you wanted nothing more than to leave and now you found your brain cycling through reasons you should stay. “Feel better now?”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you very much.”

At your confirmation, she wriggled out of your lap and into Yoongi’s reclaiming the device and continuing her game. Your heart melted as you looked at them, really looked at them together for the first time in a while. She really was a good mixture of you both. Your face shape and lips, curl pattern at least a standard deviation looser than your own but flowing wild and free nonetheless, his cute button nose and crescent shaped eyes. She was absolutely adorable, they were adorable together. You sighed heavily, suddenly nostalgic over all the time you missed together. “I’m sorry. It really is all my fault.”

“I told you to cut it out,” he said seriously, eyes focused on whatever your daughter was doing.

“No, really, Yoongi. I wasn’t okay for a long time after she was born.” He grimaced, likely remembering the time period after your daughter was born. Postpartum depression transitioned into general depression and for a while you found yourself just floating through life, unable to find a balance between being a human and being a mother. It was rough. He tried to help you so many times but more often than not he just bore the brunt of your emotional instability. “By the time I finally got some help, there was so much time and space between us. I just… I had to go.”

He squeezed Luna a little tighter. “I wished you didn’t. I hope you know that.”

You bit your lip. “I do. You tried to get me to stay, but my mind was already made up.” You weren’t quite sure if it was the right decision, but you know that you definitely feel more stable now than you did then. Although today had been proving that your road to recovery had not been fully traveled.

“What about now?”

“What do you mean?”

He locked his eyes on yours. “Is your mind still made up? Because I love you.” Your breath hitched. “I’ve loved you for a really long time, and I think my biggest regret out of everything was not telling you that sooner.”

“Yoongi I-I…” You were at a complete loss for words.

“I know there’s a ton of time and space between us, but I’ll build a bridge and we can walk across it together.”

You wished Luna was in your arms at that moment. She was your excuse, your scapegoat. Whenever you felt uncomfortable or vulnerable you’d just hug her to you and give her all your attention until whatever it was went away. You suppose it’s a good thing she’s not seeing as it was that mentality that got you here in the first place. You had to stand on your own two feet now. Easier said than done. Your mouth opened and closed a few more times, still no words being formed.

“Baby, go play in your room for a bit,” Yoongi told your daughter, then placed her on the ground, keeping hold of the tablet. She reached for it, but he held it at bay.

“Daddy,” she whined.

“Nuh-uh. I think we’ve had enough playtime on this today. Room. Now.”

He ticked his head to the side and she stomped away, rolling her little eyes, which would be a topic of discussion sooner rather than later. For now though, you focused on trying to process the fact that Yoongi was in love with you.

“C’mere.”

You stood wide-eyed and allowed him to pull you into his lap. You were stock still as he wrapped his arms around your middle and pressed his face into your neck simply breathing you in. “Yoongi…”

“Shhh… Just let me hold you for a little.” And he did. Until you completely relaxed into his embrace. It was a lot. It’d been nearly two years since you were this intimate with him and anybody else for that matter. “You don’t have to say anything. I don’t want to take more than you’re willing to give.”

You sighed. “You’re a good man, Yoongi. A great father. I care about you, but you deserve more than I have to offer.”

“I don’t want any more than that. The only thing I want is a chance. Let me be there for you. Not just because you’re the mother of my daughter but because you’re you, and I love you.” You inhaled sharply at his admission once again. He smiled into your neck. “Will you let me be there for you? Can you do that?”

It was nerve wracking to open your heart up again, but honestly you weren’t sure if you ever took it back from him in the first place; so, you shakily brought your hands up to cover his that were around your waist, interlocking your fingers together. “I can do that.”

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 9 months

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You're waiting for a train...(3)

Meeting Your Mark

Robert Fischer x reader

description - Y/n knows the most dangerous move you can make is to fall in love with your mark.

word count - 1.7k

warnings - mentions of death, the sharpness of cillians cheekbones, how piercing his blue eyes are.

a/n - okay so I promise the Robert stuff is coming! The next chapter will be an important one, this was just a filler pretty much. Also I loved writing about y/n and Ariadne cause I felt they would both relish in the other when surrounded by men - specifically y/n.

a/n 2 - We finally have Tom Hardy in this chapter!!

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I sat on the window ledge, clutching my coffee like a lifeline. It tethered me back to reality. I got out the picture from my jean pocket. I brushed my fingers over the fake braces and then found them stroking the faces of my siblings. Their gleeful smiles frozen in time.

The door creaked open, announcing Arthur’s entrance. I hopped to it and wiped away the tears that had escaped. All morning my mind had been plagued with visions of a man. I wasn’t even dreaming and yet he still remained. He’d nested within my brain, and he wasn’t leaving any time soon. But no matter how much I strained trying to make out the face, I was at a loss. It was almost like I couldn’t create the face because he had already been made. But I was yet to meet him. With how much closer I’d been getting to his figure with each time asleep, I felt our meet was imminent.

“You sleep, okay?”

“Like a log.” Arthur’s eyes drifted to the case I had hurriedly packed up.

“You went under?”

“No.” I lied. But he didn’t breach the topic any further as we were both stopped by Ariadne clearing her throat.

We turned around.

“Cobb said you’d be back.” Arthur remarks.

“Yeah, well, I tried to not come but- “

“There’s nothing quite like it.” I finished for her. She smiled softly at me.

“It’s just—pure creation.” She held her gaze with me. There was a brief silence between us three, waiting for someone to continue the discussion.

“Let’s look at some paradoxical architecture.” Arthur broke the silence and led us both to 3 deck chairs he’d laid out. We lay down and hooked ourselves up. Within seconds we were away.

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We found ourselves in a structured glass office building. Arthur winked at me. It was the first building I’d ever created, and he’d saved it all these years. This is where I’d honed my own paradoxical skills. He led the two of us up a staircase.

“You’re gonna have to master a few tricks, if you’re gonna build three complete dream levels.”

“Excuse me,” I said as we passed a woman who had dropped her files.

“Why three?” She asked.

“Successful inception depends on planting the idea deep enough that the genesis of the idea becomes too foggy for the subject. 3 levels deep, 3 dream levels.”

“Anyways, what kind of tricks do I need?’

“In a dream you can cheat architecture into impossible shapes that lets you create closed loops.” We had been walking the staircase in a circle now, proving one of my favourite closed loops. “Like the Penrose steps.”

“Aka, the infinite staircase.” We passed the woman with the dropped files once again. “See.”

Ariadne suddenly took stock of her surroundings and saw the end of the staircase culminate in a sharp drop.

“Paradox.” We left the staircase and began to walk around the office building so Arthur could explain further. “So, a closed loop like that allows us to disguise the boundaries of the dream.”

“But how big do these levels have to be?”

“Well, it could be anything from the floor of a building to an entire city. But they have to be complicated enough so that we can hide from the projections.”

“A maze.”

“Right, a maze.”

“And the better the maze- “

“The longer we have before the projections catch us.” I smirked at how quickly Ariadne had grasped the concept. She truly put my dad to shame. And having her with us meant I no longer had to work with incompetent male architects. This girl was the real deal.

“Exactly.”

“Well, my subconscious seems polite enough.”

Arthur and I chuckled. “Just wait, they’ll turn ugly.” I answered. “No one likes to feel someone messing around in their mind.”

“Cobb can’t build anymore, can he?” Ariadne questioned. I wanted to argue but she was right. He thought about mum too much where his mind could never be clean enough to build anew.

“Well, I don’t know if he can’t, but he won’t. He thinks it’s safer if he doesn’t know the layout.”

“Why?”

“He won’t tell us.” I lowered my head, Dad might not have told me why, but he told me enough.

“But I think it’s Mal.”

“Yeah, no offence but your mum was a piece of work.” She laughed, gesturing to me. “What does his ex-wife have to do with it.”

“Mal’s not his ex.”

“They’re still together?”

“No,” I spoke up. “She died. What you see in there is just his projection of her.”

Her eyes softened when they looked at me. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“What was she like in real life?”

“She was lovely.” I smiled thinking back in my memories.

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Ariadne and I sat talking with our coffees and croissants. Arthur had left to get some supplies, so we decided to have a rest. We’d been drawing and planning all morning, so a break was well earned.

“You have an architecture degree?”

“No, I never got to finish it.”

“Why?”

“My dad needed me here. So, I left.”

“Oh.” She sensed the underlying sadness so left the topic. “But your drawings are amazing, why can’t you build.”

“Oh, I don’t build anymore.” I laughed brushing off her statement.

“Does it have something to do with your mom?”

“We all have our own demons, I guess. And it’s terrifying when they get opened up to the world.”

“She’s still your mom.”

“No, she died. That person in his head, that’s not her.”

“Seems you have a better grasp on that then he does.”

“I guess.” I rose, uncomfortable with the conversation, and she took my tone as her cue to end the conversation.

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Dad had arrived back from Mombasa. When he entered with Eames I immediately ran into his awaiting arms.

“My favourite little troublemaker! How’re you doing darling?”

“So much better now you’re here!” I cheekily winked at him.

“Oh, I can imagine working with Arthur is the most exciting thing imaginable!” Eames sarcastically said.

“Nice to see you too, Eames.” Arthur huffed as he walked away from us two.

“Don’t insult him or he’ll start going over safety procedures again!”

We both laughed and finished with another hug.

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I sit with Eames and Cobb out on the roof. Saito flings a file towards the three of us and it opens out onto the table.

“Robert Fischer. Heir to the Fischer Morrow Energy Conglomerate.” Dad looks at the file and then hands it to me.

My breath catches in my throat as my eyes meet his steely blues. The rest of the world became water that flooded my ears with white noise. I couldn’t grasp onto any sound in the world apart from my beating heart. My finger raised to stroke the picture. He stood there, dressed to the nines. His hair perfectly styled, and his body adorned in riches. But his eyes, as piercing as they were, held a sadness. He was lost. I could feel it through the ink.

“What’s your problem with this Mr Fischer?” I snapped up but failed to notice that my daze had been caught.

“That’s not your concern.” Saito’s tone cut through the air. I scoffed at his brazen attitude.

“Mr Saito, this is not your typical corporate espionage. You asked me for inception, I hope you understand the gravity of that request.”

I couldn’t stand it. This may have been purely business and transactional, but something shifted. This couldn’t be purely business with our skills involved. I decided to speak up.

“The seed we plant in this man’s mind will grow into an idea. This idea will come to define him. It may come to change, well, everything about him. This man is on a course of fate and. We. Will. Alter. It.”

Saito took a moment, considering my words. He relented to my warning.

“We’re the last company standing between them, and total energy dominance and we can no longer compete. Soon they’ll control the energy supply of over half the world. In effect, they become a new superpower.” He pounds the table. “The world needs Robert Fischer to change his mind.”

“And that’s where we come in.” Eames perks up to give his two cents. “How is Robert Fischer’s relationship with his father?”

“Rumour is the relationship is quite complicated.” This tugged at my heart for some reason. My eyes drifted to my own father.

“Well, we can’t work based solely on rumour, can we?”

Eames turned his file around the show us a picture of an obviously esteemed individual.

“Can you get me access to this man? Browning, Fischer seniors right hand man,”

I read my own file. “And Fischer juniors godfather.” I finished.

“It should be possible, if you can get the right references.” I chuckled at how simple this request was for Eames.

“References are something of a speciality for me, Mr Saito.” Eames cheekily stated.

“Then it is done.” All three of us got up.

But I felt changed and Eames noticed my subtle slump.

“I saw how you reacted to the picture.”

“What? He has nice—cheekbones? And blue eyes.” I stumbled through my unsure answer.

“Don’t worry, I’m not your dad.” He laughs at my bad attempt at lying. “How do you fancy a quick internship at Fischer’s house.” He raised his eyebrows, inviting me into another mischievous mission. I smirked and happily agreed to his scheme.

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On the other side of the roof, Saito, who had been looking at y/n intently throughout the meeting, stopped Cobb before he left.

“Your daughter. She is committed to this mission?”

“I don’t doubt my teammates.”

“What about your family?” He probed. Cobb became silent. “I saw her demeanour when she saw that picture. I’d hate to see your one chance disappear because of your daughters schoolgirl crush. Perhaps she is not as reliable as you think?”

Cobb halted his movements and considered Saito’s words as the man left the roof. He looked towards y/n who still had the file open in her hands. In that moment, he saw his daughter for who she truly was, a child without a childhood.

Would she be that impulsive?

Would she be that stupid?

Would she risk it all for him?

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Yes. Yes I would risk it all for Cillian Murphy too.

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oh-ranpo · 2 years

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dream of me again

☾ - pairing: azul ashengrotto x reader ☾ - word count: 3.6k+ ☾ - summary: late night study sessions in Azul’s office at the Mostro Lounge are a common occurrence, but falling asleep while you’re supposed to be studying is not.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to find yourself lounging in Azul’s office at the Mostro Lounge in the evening after classes were over. In fact, more times than not, this is where you would study late into the night, with Azul popping in to help you with your notes when he wasn’t busy working or making sure that everything with the business was running smoothly. He was your favorite study partner, and because he excelled at the classes that you weren’t really the best at, it felt like the perfect place to be. While you seemed to be getting more out of the arrangement - a comfortable, quiet place to study with an endless supply of drinks and snacks thanks to Azul’s generosity - he didn’t seem to mind having you around and so you kept showing up.

How were you to know that Azul felt that he was the true winner in this particular situation? With you hanging out in his office, that gave him practically unlimited access to you, and he couldn’t think of a better reward.

Now, he had a reputation as the type to take advantage and even use some of the people around him to get what he wanted, but when it came to his own personal relationships, he was completely different. He was a businessman, sure, but he had a heart that seemed to, as of late, rest precariously in the palm of your hands. He didn’t have much experience when it came to this type of thing, but suddenly, the Lounge came second to whatever you needed and he didn’t even have to think twice about it. This night was no different.

You had shown up just right after opening, but already the Lounge was packed. Jade and Floyd were busy directing patrons and employees alike, but they still managed to give you a quick, knowing smile as you passed them to make your way to the back office. Azul was nowhere to be seen, so it could only be assumed that he was sitting at his place behind his desk, accounting or planning for whatever the night might have in store.

You didn’t bother knocking. Instead, you simply pushed open the door that was only partly closed, as if he had prepared for your arrival. Chances were, he probably had, and the fact that his eyes immediately met yours as you stepped into the room only solidified this assumption.

“Hey,” you grinned in greeting as the man smiled easily back at you, his blue eyes bright as he seemed to forget the paperwork that was sitting in front of him. It had always amazed you how accomplished he was, despite only being a second-year, and how dedicated he was to the establishment that he ran. You had always heard the stories about him, but you knew the Azul of rumors was different from the Azul that you knew. And while you never asked about his business dealings, you didn’t feel like you needed to.

“Good evening.” The returned greeting had your smile widening as you made your way towards the couch that was situated just to the left of his desk. You set your bag down on the ground between the couch and the small table in front of it, and just as you were moving to pull your notebooks out, you felt a presence take the seat next to you.

“Don’t let me interrupt your work,” you said casually as your head lifted to see that Azul had moved from his desk chair to the cushion beside you. He quickly shook his head as if brushing away the idea that you were a bother at all before gesturing towards the notebooks you now had resting on your lap.

“Did you need any help tonight?”

For once, you were able to give him a confident no in response. His smile dropped slightly before giving you another small nod. It was unusual for you to show up and not need his assistance on at least one or two things, but for now, you seemed to be grasping every concept in your classes fairly well. You knew that your current academic success had a lot to do with the boy sitting next to you, and you were sure that there was no way you would ever truly be able to repay him, but you thought that letting him get in a full night’s work without any interruptions would be a good place to start.

“I just wanted to hang out here while I work on some things, if that’s okay. You can go about your business like I’m not even here.”

Azul hesitated at your words, but then you were giving him that bright smile that made his heart race before turning to flip open the first notebook in your stack. He didn’t move at first, instead, watching you as your eyes scanned the page of your messy notes, your brow starting to furrow a bit as you concentrated on what you were reading. He was a little ashamed at how let down he was that you didn’t need him tonight, but he did have other matters he could be attending to. He had just been looking forward to spending time with you.

“If you need anything, just let me know. I’ll have Jade or Floyd get you something to drink while you study.” You nodded along with his words, but you didn’t look back up at him, giving him the signal that he was dismissed.

Seeking out Azul’s company while you studied was a habit but it was also something more than that. It was almost as if you were drawn to him in a way that you couldn’t explain. He was your first thought when you woke up for the day, and you spent a lot of time in class looking forward to being able to see him at the end of the day. It was a wonder you were doing well in any of your classes at all due to the amount of daydreaming you did, but all you had to do was remember how proud he would be when you succeeded, and that was enough to help you refocus. Having him across from the room from you allowed your mind to relax and you were able to go about your studying with no issues.

Azul wished he could say the same. Having you across the room from him under these conditions had him a little bit on edge. He was trying to focus on his work, but even just sitting there, you were distracting. He found his eyes wandering over to where you were sitting, little sighs escaping his lips as he tried to channel his attention back to work but to no avail. It wasn’t until there was a knock on the door and one of the Leech twins walked in that he realized he had been zoning out for longer than he had meant to.

“There’s something that you should probably see,” Jade murmured regretfully as his eyes trailed over to the couch where you were seated. Both Jade and Floyd were more than attuned to how Azul felt about you, and while they were normally quite mischievous in the matter, they knew that Azul could fall into a mood if his time with you was disturbed without warning. If one of them was interrupting, then it must be urgent, and Azul exhaled a long, much louder sigh before standing from his chair.

“I’ll be back shortly. If you need anything, just let a member of the staff know,” he called over his shoulder to you, and you just barely glanced up as he made his way out of the room.

Even though you had been deep into your studying, now that Azul’s presence was gone, there was an emptiness to the room that made your chest ache. He wasn’t far away, and yet you couldn’t see him and even that little bit of loss was distracting.

“Pull yourself together,” you mumbled under your breath as you shook your head slightly, trying to clear out the distractions of your now racing thoughts. “You need to study.”

Minutes passed and Azul still hadn’t made his way back to the office. As time ticked by, you could feel your eyelids start to droop as the words on the page in front of you started to blur. You shifted in your seat so that you were laying on your back, head on the plush pillow that Azul had used to decorate with, as you held the notebook over your head in attempts to continue with your studies. However, your arms quickly grew heavy and the notebook was placed on your stomach as you eyelids slowly slid shut.

I’ll just rest my eyes until Azul comes back, you thought to yourself. He should be back soon and then I’ll just ask him to help me study to stay awake.

Only, it was a full forty-five minutes after that before Azul was finally able to make it back to his office. There had been problem after problem throughout the Lounge that he had to see to, and by the time it was all done, he was grumpier than ever. He already had his apologies poised on the tip of his tongue as he re-entered his office but the words quickly died on his lips when he saw your sleeping form cuddled up on his couch.

He paused in the doorway, his eyes taking in the sight before him as he tried to catch his breath. You looked so peaceful and undisturbed and he considered backing out of the room to let you sleep until he remembered that he had been in the middle of something before all of his distractions. Slowly, he closed the door shut behind him, guiding the latch to click as quietly as possible so as to not disturb you, before starting towards his desk once more. He had made it over halfway across the room before he heard it, the sound causing his feet to stall and the blood to drain from his face in surprise.

“‘Zul.”

It was just his name, but the way your voice wrapped around it caused a stirring in his chest that he didn’t quite recognize. It was another new feeling, and his eyes snapped to your sleeping figure to make sure that he hadn’t been mistaken in thinking that you were asleep.

Sure enough, your eyes were still closed, but your brows had started to scrunch together slightly as you whimpered his name again, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he tried to determine what move he should make next.

On one hand, he could go about ignoring you and continue on with his work. You were clearly dreaming and whatever it was you were dreaming about was none of his business. Even if he was involved in some way, this was a private moment and he felt like he was intruding.

On the other hand, you were saying his name, so would it be so wrong for him to make his way closer to you? Maybe he could stir you awake and ask what he was doing in your dream to make you sound like that. The way your body subtly shifted on the couch, your notebook sliding off onto the floor in the process, peaked his curiosity. He hated that he felt like such a creep about all of this, but you always felt like a magnet to him, and now, your pull had only intensified.

“Azuuuuul.”

You were calling for him, and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t heed your call? That’s what he told himself anyways as he changed his trajectory and made his way towards the couch where you were sleeping. Your lips twitched slightly, and Azul carefully perched himself on the outermost edge of the cushion just as a low hum spread throughout your chest and the corners of your lips turned up slightly.

Seems to be a good dream, at least, Azul thought to himself as a smile of his own started to form. He was just about to reach out to gently nudge you awake when the door of his office swung open and the knob hit the wall behind it with a loud thud.

Your eyes snapped open and you lurched into a seated position, coming centimeters away from head-butting a startled Azul as Floyd stormed into the office, unaware of what he had just interrupted.

“Wha-, ah! Azul, I’m so sorry, I must have-“ You started after realizing how close your friend was and how he had just found you sound asleep in his office, but before you could continue, you realized that his attention wasn’t on you. The surprised look that had formed on his face was extremely short-lived as he had now focused his attention on the intruder of his office, fixing the teal-haired boy with a menacing glare.

“What did I tell you about knocking?” He seethed, his voice low and hard. Whatever Floyd had been in a hurry to say now seemed to escape him as he realized what he had just walked in on.

“Oh, uh, sorry?” He stuttered, though the smirk that had started to form on his lips made his words sound far less genuine.

“Get out,” Azul hissed this time, his eyes burning with frustration as you watched on with a curious expression. You had been asleep, so you figured that Floyd might have been involved in the problem that Jade had come to get his assistance with before, so really, you didn’t think much of Azul’s sour mood, even if it was something you weren’t used to seeing first hand.

Floyd made a quick exit, pulling the door closed behind him, but not before giving Azul a supportive nod and wink before disappearing. Azul released a heavy breath as his shoulders sagged before turning his gaze back to you. The malice that he had directed at Floyd was completely gone now, and the Azul that you knew, and craved the company of, was back.

“I’m so sorry that he woke you up like that,” he apologized, and you quickly waved him off.

“I shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the first place. I’m sorry for intruding on your space and using it as a bedroom.” It was then that you realized that Azul still hadn’t moved from his seat on the edge of the cushion next to you, and you noticed an odd look in his eyes as he regarded you. “Is something wrong?”

You didn’t expect a blush to spread up his neck at the question, and when he quickly looked away, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. Had something happened? Was he here to deliver bad news?

“I was just…” he started, though his words were failing him. “I thought that I heard… were you…” None of his words made any sense, and he cursed himself under his breath for being unable to string a full sentence together. You were still watching him, worry now filling your features, as you waited for him to explain what was going on.

“When you have dreams, do you usually remember them?”

Your brow furrowed for a moment as you tried to remember what part of your previous conversation would have brought about this question. You had been asleep, but you didn’t think that either of you had been discussing dreams at any point. So why would he…

Only, just as you were about to ask him what he was talking about, a brief scene flashed through your mind that caused your breath to catch in your throat. It involved Azul, but you were sure that it was something that had never happened in real life before, despite feeling like something that had happened quite recently. You could vividly remembered the way his lips felt pressed against yours, though looking at them now, you were sure you had never physically experienced it.

“What did I do?” You asked hesitantly, almost terrified of his response. You were known to be a sleep-talker, but you were starting to fear that maybe it was progressing further than that. You had never told Azul how you felt, and you hated the idea that you might have said, or done, something that might have made him uncomfortable.

The flush to Azul’s skin caused panic to rise from deep inside you, and suddenly, he couldn’t seem to meet your gaze. The confidence that he normally exuded around others was completely wiped away and now he looked as if he wished the couch would swallow him whole.

“You didn’t do anything,” he murmured, and you felt momentarily relieved before confusion took over once more.

“Did I say something?” You asked, hoping against hope that maybe you had just been making some strange faces in your sleep. Only, when he nodded, dread washed over you. “What did I say?”

Azul sighed, his shoulders sagging more as he looked as if he was carrying an unseen weight that kept pushing him down.

“Just my name. I just… I wasn’t sure…”

Finally, his blue eyes turned back to you, and you felt your own skin start to heat up at the look in his eyes. It was almost hopeful, though you weren’t sure if he was hopeful for a confirmation that you had indeed been dreaming about him or if he hoped that he had been imagining things.

Dreaming about kissing one of your best friend’s wasn’t something you did often, but when the dream involved the boy sitting in front of you, you found that it wasn’t something that you hated either. Your chest ached at the prospect of rejection if you told him how you felt, but even so, the dream had been potent enough to have you curious.

You sat up just enough so that you were now resting on your elbows, drawing you closer to Azul who still didn’t make an attempt to pull away. You took that as a good sign. If he was disgusted at the idea of you dreaming about him, you were sure that he wouldn’t allow you to get so close. He was never one who willingly accepted much physical contact, but with you, he had always been a little more open. Even now when you were beginning to explore uncharted territory in your relationship.

“Have you ever dreamt about me?” You weren’t sure where the question had come from, but now that it was out in the open, you desperately wanted to hear the answer. Azul’s gaze darted away from yours again, and he bit his bottom lip anxiously as a thick blanket of silence settled around the two of you. Maybe you were pushing too hard. Maybe you had jumped the gun of thinking that he would respond well to such a bold inquisition.

You were just about to apologize and retract the question all together when his quiet voice finally filled the air between you.

“All the time.”

You gasped - you couldn’t help it - and when you did, a redness unlike any of his previous blushes colored his skin, and you immediately felt bad. You knew that Azul wasn’t overly affectionate, especially with his words, and so, admitting what he had just admitted was a huge step for him. You could see him starting to withdraw back into his shell almost instantly, and you couldn’t help but reach out for him, one of your hands resting gently on his forearm.

“I’m sorry, Azul, I didn’t mean to sound so startled, I just… what do you dream about? What-“

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” he huffed, his voice taking on an air of fake indifference as he started to stand up from his seat next to you. You were losing him, and you could feel the wall slowly starting to slide up between you. This wasn’t what you wanted. In fact, this was the opposite of what you had wanted. If you had been open with him about what your dream had entailed, would things have gone a different direction? He was still within your grasp, maybe you had time to save the moment.

“Would you want to get dinner together sometime?”

Azul’s brow furrowed as he glanced back over at you. He was doing his best to keep his expression resigned, but the question had clearly caught him off guard in a completely new way.

“If you want food, I can have Floyd or Jade bring you some from the Lounge,” he offered, and you quickly shook your head. A small smile had started to slide across your lips and Azul was more confused than ever.

“No, that’s not what I mean. I meant, would you… Azul, would you like to go out sometime?”

You hadn’t intended on asking him out, but the more you watched his expressions and processed his reaction to the entire interaction you had been having, the more confident you felt in asking. Azul was still mystified, and for a moment, thought that you were messing with him. He had never envisioned that you would someday be the one to ask him out. He had never allowed himself to consider that you might feel that way about him.

“Are you… are you really asking me out on a date?” He asked softly, and your hand gently squeezed his arm as you nodded.

“I’d like to have some more time to discuss these dreams that you and I seem to keep having.”

Azul blushed for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening before he started to smile himself.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

Late-night study sessions in Azul’s office had always been your favorite. But maybe now, late-night dates would soon be able to take their place.

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Mine.

~ “This.” He traces his words along your neck, following the contour of your jaw. His hands trail from your ass to toy with the hem of your skirt, the material brushing along your thighs. “This is going to drive me insane.”

He works his way back up to your waist and further, tracing the logo printed on your shirt.

“Every time I see you walking around in your uniform. Looking so fucking good.” ~

A follow up from Baby Girl. I was in two minds if I should post more or leave it be but the idea seemed too good not to continue, so here we are.

Let’s hope I did some form of justice here and didn’t completely screw it up. 😂

The busy hall bustled with the echos of your peers, clinking of lockers and incoherent conversations pooled around you. Making light steps through the crowd, your locker wasn’t too far away and all in a few feet you would be there.

Your feet made quick reflexes, steadying your balance as your books tumbled from the grasp you had them in, in your arms. Papers scattered beneath you as the dull throb in your shoulder was conformation that someone had knocked into you. Eyes darted around, deer like pupils scanned the overfill of the halls. It wasn’t long before you spotted the almost derisive smile sticking out through the many faces like a damn sore thumb.

Munson. You contemplated dropping the rest of your belongings and walking straight after him and smacking that egotistical smirk right from his face.

“What happened?”

The voice came as a surprise, breaking the eye contact from Eddie and drawing it too the petite figure beside you, scooping up the papers around your feet.

“That stupid Munson..”

You grumble through gritted teeth as you bent to help Chrissy pick up the remains of your belongings.

“Oh, Eddie.”

She perked handing you the pile of papers, an almost giddiness to her tone. She must have picked up on your expression as you took the papers from her, stuffing them back between your books. Everyone knew Eddie, that wasn’t anything in particular but why did she call his name like that? With a squeak in her voice like when you get excited. You tried not to look inquisitive but as her face dropped at your reaction, it must have shown.

“Oh, no!” Hands waving in fast motions in front of her. “It’s not like that. I buy from him.”

She laughs at her own statement, head shaking slightly almost like she couldn’t believe you would even second guess any other motives. But you did and you found yourself wondering why. The itch of jealousy that scratched at the back of your thoughts and you mentally roll your eyes at the concept.

“Thanks. I uh, didn’t mean too, you know.”

You smile sheepishly along with a shrug of your shoulders, peering behind her to catch a glimpse of Eddie still watching your movements. You cock your head to glance further around Chrissy narrowing your eyes in a glare, conveying a middle finger in his direction.

“Come on.”

Chrissy ushers you away, a hand guiding your shoulder in the opposite direction.

“I don’t know why he picks on you so much.” Her face twisted into a wondering expression, glancing back over her shoulder. “You two have been going at each other’s throats for years.”

She laughs softly as you reach your locker, you pick the pin until it opens with a quiet pop. Shoving your books inside with a sigh escaping your lips, you peak around your locker door at Chrissy.

“It beats me.”

You close your locker back up, a heave of your shoulders shows your frustration as Chrissy offers a kind smile. She doesn’t really know what to say and you don’t blame her, you couldn’t even come up with a reason yourself.

“I got to get some books from the library before practice.” You explain. “I may run a little late.”

You give a look of dissatisfaction, motioning towards the history papers in your hand.

“Yeah, that’s okay. It’ll just be warm up.”

Chrissy notes, following your steps as you both head towards your next class.

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You shrug the band of your bag over your shoulder, trailing footsteps out from your classroom. The halls clutter with students once again and you manoeuvre quickly through the swarm of bodies, turning heel and following the corner at your left. The noise dulls to a distant muse as your sneakers squeak softly, echoing off the empty walls.

You looked at your watch, if you could make it to the library on time then you could be back at practice without missing too much. You knew Chrissy didn’t mind but you were meeting Robin at the video store before she closed up and couldn’t spare staying back for practice.

Robin had suggested you come to a bon fire that was happening just out of Hawkins, she hadn’t exaggerated on how many people or who exactly would be there but with your parents out of town for one of your mothers sparse ideas to spend some time together but you had convinced her that Robin had needed you over the weekend for a little help in the store and surprisingly, she had bought it. Though it didn’t come without hesitation but with a promise of accompanying them on the next trip she planned seemed to bid you some luck and now here you were. You hadn’t put much thought into going but it was the start of the weekend and what better things did you have planned, you convinced yourself that it may be what you needed to clear some much needed stress.

Once again your shoulder sprung with a jolt which pulled you from your thoughts as your body collected against a wall, black mirrored around you and you had thought for a second if you had fallen and somehow became unconscious until you felt hands tug your bag, hearing it collide with the floor, echoing a thump in its wake.

“What the hell.”

Dazed you frantically spray your arms in front of you, waving like a mad man trying to gather where you were but instead was met with rough material, tracing the outlines of patches along the denim and you breath a huff of air something in between frustration and relief.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

His voice hints a salacious tone, the low hum sends a trail of goosebumps over your skin.

“Damn it, Eddie.”

You hear him muffle a laugh as his fingers edge around your waist, tugging you closer.

“Stop it.” You give his chest a light smack. “You have got to stop scaring me like that.”

This was the first interaction you had with him since the day at the video store after that eventful party. You both continued on like nothing had happened, Eddie still taunted you whenever he got the chance and you still wanted to ring his neck every time he did. But between bitter words he hinted the playfulness in his gaze and somehow that drove you even more insane.

“I’m sorry, baby girl.”

He mumbles into the crease of your neck, lips sucking lightly at the soft skin. His hands slip from your waist, fingers dance over your thighs tickling the exposed skin beneath your skirt before he firmly caresses the curve of your ass.

You let your arms hang loosely around his neck, your head falling backwards to allow more access and when you feel his fingers need into your skin, cupping your ass in a tight squeeze, earning a groan to emerge from his throat your body trembles in anticipation.

“This.” He traces his words along your neck, following the contour of your jaw. His hands trail from your ass to toy with the hem of your skirt, the material brushing along your thighs. “This is going to drive me insane.”

He works his way back up to your waist and further, tracing the logo printed on your shirt.

“Every time I see you walking around in your uniform. Looking so fucking good.”

He groans against your lips, the desire basically dripping from his mouth. You feel him slip up and underneath your shirt, working your hardened nipples through your bra. You arch to his touch, pressing your chest into his palms. A whimper by passes your lips, a needy sign as you motion for more contact.

You unravel an arm from around his neck, bringing it down between you both as you reach towards his groin. You trace the outline of his cock through his jeans and silently admire his size, you feel him push against you and you move slightly. He takes the signal and releases his hands from around your breasts. Both hands work his zipper, popping buttons as you sink to your knees. Looped fingers tug the material down his thighs until they crumble around his ankles, his breath hitches in his throat and you can hear the defining sounds of his eagerness break through the silence.

“You’re so hard for me, baby.”

You coo softly, placing a kiss to the ever growing bulge beneath his boxers. You tug at the hem, springing his cock free as his boxers fall along with his jeans at his ankles.

“All for you.”

He grits, the harsh cool air hitting his own warm flesh.

You run a flat tongue from the underside all the way up to the throbbing head, his thighs quiver under your hands and you smile against his cock. He really was impressive. Whatever charisma he had that flaunted his cocky attitude with what seated between his legs, he could really back it up. You position your lips around his head, plush lips pouted around his cock, sucking softly as you drew him inch by inch into your mouth. His hand guides itself to weave into your hair as your nose hits the small of his pelvis.

“Jesus, fuck.”

His hips buck ever so slightly and you draw back, saliva trailing in your wake coating his cock in a sweet slick before you bob back down. Cheeks hollowing as you circle your tongue to curve around his shaft, sloppy noise escape your mouth as you pick a rhythm. His hand squeezes, knuckles intwine in your hair as he pulls firmly, hips swinging back and forth matching your movements.

“Fuck, baby. So fucking good.”

His moans echo off the walls. Your hands grip his thighs as he fucks your throat, saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth as you hum against his cock, causing another groan to escape from above you.

His cock pushes against the soft wall at the back of your throat but he’s careful not to completely go bull at a gate. As you glide your lips up, you flick your tongue running the tip over the small slit at the top and feel him shutter from your actions before taking him whole again.

“Uh, Christ. F- Fuck.”

Wet lips suck in a sloppy mess, your tongue works the underside of his cock and you feel him buck his hips, pushing further down your throat. Your eyes start to swell at his length filling your mouth and you slack your jaw slightly allowing more room as he fucks your face. Humming softly around the hard flesh, his cock twitches at the vibration. You steady your pace, his hands gripping at the roots of your hair and you can feel he is close.

“Come, come here.”

His breathy cry breaks your contact and he pulls gently at your shoulders, urging you to your feet. Releasing his cock with a soft pop of your lips, you rise to meet hungry lips devouring yours. A needy bid to gain access as his tongue pushes through, twirling in a desperate mess. You wrap your arms back around him, as he trails his hands back up under your skirt. His fingers hook your underwear, swiftly in a sudden move he’s pushed your underwear from your waist and down your thighs. You moan into his kiss as his hand teases the soft spot of your thighs, reaching your throbbing pussy as fingers run smooth circles lightly over your clit, his fingers work like magic, toying and teasing your nerves into a frenzy.

“Ah, fuck Eddie.”

He teases the entrance to your hole, slightly dipping his finger tips before gliding them in. Your slick coats his fingers with ease allowing easy access and you grind against his palm.

You still weren’t sure where you were. The unavoidable black that surrounded you without a slither of light left you wondering but being so caught up in complete darkness left way too much to the senses and with every move Eddie makes it brings it all to the surface. The heat that’s formed around you both as he removes his hand from your aching pussy and backs you up to a wall behind you, the way his fingertips leave a burning sensation along your skin as they travel up your thigh. The deprived whimper that breaks through the silence when he lifts your right leg, hooking it over his arm. You couldn’t see him but you could feel him. Weaving your hands through the void, feeling the loose ends of his hair draped over your hands wrapped around his neck as you intwine your hands into his curls, urging his lips to yours.

He mumbles against your lips as he slowly slides his cock towards your entrance, your pussy clenching as he eases his way inside. Your walls stretching to accommodate the size and you groan into the nape of his neck. The pressure starts to build as he picks up his pace, drawing long strokes which sends a wave of need through you.

“Eddie, fuck. Please.”

Your pussy aches, your soft walls contract around him in desperation. His mouth sucks the outer of your lips, a hum of satisfaction proves that he’s enjoying the thrill of you withering beneath him.

His hand grips the upper of your leg, the other at your waist. You feel the pressure of his fingertips dig into your skin knowing that it will definitely leave some welcoming bruises in its wake.

“Is this what you want, baby girl?”

His cock is relentlessly as it slams into you. You moan a string of obscenities, clutching onto his shoulders as your back painfully collides with the wall behind you. He mumbles against your mouth, desperate moans leak from his throat.

“Y- Yes. Fuck.”

You swear you could feel every surface being ignited inside you, his cock stroking in perfect waves hitting the soft spot inside that made you cry out even more.

“Jesus Christ, I need you, I want you.”

He mumbles just below your ear, small motions of his lips trail delicate kisses and his statement comes in a gentle whimper. You tried not to linger on his words but something about the sentimental edge to his tone caught you off guard. It was just the heat of the moment and you were reading too much into it. Of course this love hate thing you had between you both was nothing more than bitter sex, a pent up of emotions that you both sort each other out to fix. Teeth sink into the side of your neck, drawing you back from your thoughts with a harsh groan.

His cock pumps steady and you feel the familiar pull in your stomach as the dull ache of his recent mark twists with the pleasure that surged through your nerves.

“I’m so close, Eddie.”

It’s comes in more of a plea than a statement and his hand leaves your waist to curl up and around your throat, the welcoming sting of his rings dig into the soft edges as he holds a firm grip.

“Look at me, baby.”

Your eyes hung heavy as your head was forced to upwards, your gaze starring out into the black mass but you didn’t need light to feel the intense glare of his vision burning through and drawing you in. You whimper against his palm, your throat struggles against his grip as you suck in small breaths.

Your nails tear at the material of his shirt, hands clawing at his shoulders as he fucks your orgasm to the surface. He feels you tighten around his cock, a small gesture that brings him closer to his own.

“So good for me, baby girl. You going to cum all over my cock? Fuck. Let me feel you baby.”

His slur of words sends your body into spasm as your pussy clenchs desperately around him, you muffle your moan into the curve of his neck.

“Yes, Eddie. Yes. Uh, fuck.”

You feel yourself release, your whole body tightens as you cum hard down on his cock.

“That’s it baby. Just like that, fuck. Such a good fucking girl.”

His strokes don’t let up and you moan as his length draws your pussy walls, riding out your orgasm. His movements turn rigid and the swell of his cock indicates that he’s not far behind.

“That’s it baby. Feel so good. Fuck, I need it baby. Give it too me.”

You whimper into his skin, the words like dribble falling from your lips as he completely rails you against the wall. Hard thumps echo of your body being slammed back, skin seeping with sweat as he loosens the hard around your throat, bringing it back down to your waist where he grips with desperate fingers.

“Fuck. Here it comes, baby girl.”

Through gritted teeth he cry’s his orgasm out. His whole body shutters against yours, hips crash in loud slaps before steadying to a slow pace, drawing out the lasts of his climax before softly pulling free.

Breathy whimpers mix with the wanting of air as you both gasp for some leverage. He unravels his arm that’s hooked under your leg, guiding it down gently before joining his other hand at your waist, making sure your balance is stable.

“Don’t move.”

You hear shuffling around you before soft hands grip around your ankle, ushering your foot up as he hooks one side of your underwear over your ankle, following suit with the other until he’s gliding them softly up your thighs and back under your skirt.

You’re thankful the darkness hides the flush of pink that stains your cheeks at his gentle gesture before hearing his own clink of buttons drawing his pants back up on himself.

“Thanks.”

Your voice trails the darkness, it comes in more of a whisper and you feel those same soft hands cup your face, tilting slightly, you feel the brush of his lips on yours. Soft and sweet as he almost tenderly caresses your cheek, deepening the kiss momentarily.

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The fire crackles in front of you, small pops ignite as the wood burns down. You twist the marshmallow that’s stuck to the end of your stick in the dancing flames, the heat warming the whole of your face and you are quietly thankful as the pinch of the nights air flows around you.

Robin had left you to your own devices when Vickie pulled up. She was hesitant to go, offering a seat instead next to her on the log you both sat upon but you encouraged otherwise. Assuring her that you were okay and that you would meet up with them later on in the night.

You bask in the glow, watching the flames lick the open air as they sparked around the already dying out wood.

“Thought you could use some more.”

He heaves a few logs onto the peak of the fire, watching it as it roared back to life, the flames flickering higher in a hiss of smoke. You couldn’t help but admire the orange glow that framed his face and how the brown of his eyes mixed perfectly with the reflection of the fire. His features looked softer from this angle, bouncing curls flew aimlessly around his jaw, fighting against the slight wind. He shuffles his feet before taking a seat beside you, his eyes still staring out into the open fire.

A million questions fly through your mind. What was he doing? The whole school was basically here and he willingly comes and sits by you, you were supposed to be enemies. There was supposed to be distance between you both, not like this. He must have picked up your reaction from the twisted look of disbelief on your face and he laughs softly.

“It’s okay. No one’s looking.”

He gestured around him and true to his word, no one had even battered an eyelid. Everyone else carried on as they were and you begun to wonder if you and Eddie really stuck out as much as you had thought.

You offer a small smile, hoping it was enough to cover your embarrassment but somehow you don’t think it worked.

“Did you-“

He starts to question but you cut him off, glancing once again his way. He looks back at you, an expression you can’t seem to pinpoint but his features are soft as doe eyes wonder over yours.

“Nope. No where near.”

You both laugh in union, smiling back up at each other. You had quickly gathered your belongings earlier after the surprising visit, which you had found out was in the janitors closet, and slung a string of apologies at Eddie, explaining that you were supposed to be at practice and how you had to be on time but by the time you had made it, the gym was completely empty and you knew Chrissy wouldn’t be happy the next time she saw you.

“Yeah, uh, sorry about that.” He lowers his head, the fall of his hair drops to cover his face.

“Don’t ever be sorry for that.”

The words escape your mouth before reason had time to rear its head and you catch yourself lost in the recollection of your steamy encounters.

“That good, huh?”

You hear the amusement in his tone, the slight hiccup in his throat as he huffs a laugh.

“Yeah, actually. You’re quite… Unforgettable.”

You find yourself humming the last of the sentence more to yourself than out loud. It wasn’t so much the sex, though as great as it was but lately you had found yourself completely wrapped up in the thought of him. Your heart skipping the noticeable beat when he throws some irrelevant remark your way and somehow you had come to eagerly await his arrival at school. You knew the lingering feelings that you tried to ignore were completely ridiculous and you put it down to the simple fact it was because of the rush. The excitement that came with the unexpected and nothing more. You shake your head at the notion as a hand tugs you from your sitting position, Eddie’s fingers wrap between yours ushering a reassuring smile as you follow his steps into the woods.

You debate to ask what exactly he is doing but better judgement allows yourself to muse yourself in the moment and silently follow behind him. He ducks beneath the branches of the trees, making his own path as he comes to a stop, pinning you back against a tree.

“Eddie..”

Your tone begs the question what the hell he is doing. The whole of Hawkins high is pretty much beyond the woods and the chance of getting caught was extremely high but by the expression plastered across his face it seems he is well aware of the situation.

“Eddie, we ca-“

He cuts you short with lips pressed to your own.

“My baby girl, always so on edge.”

You stifle at his statement and you know he feels it when he pulls away, eyes bearing into yours almost searching for a reason.

“Hm. I like the sound of that.”

He points out, lip’s returning to yours as hands come to cup your face. You sink into the feeling, letting your mouth speak words you couldn’t as he deepens the kiss further, a mix of tongues fighting for dominance and you whimper as he tugs at your bottom lip between teeth.

“Mine. Baby girl. All mine.”

And you moan in response, needy hands tug at his waist pulling him closer.

Yeah. You silently agree. You liked the way it sounded too.

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One Drunken Night - Part Three

You had been back in Hawkins for a little over a month now and things were going great. You had gotten a job at the daycare and as a plus to that, you did not have to pay for Ellie to attend. It had decent benefits and pretty good pay for such a small local business. Eddie had been coming over a couple nights during the week and mostly every weekend to hang out with you and Ellie. You would make dinner, watch movies and play with your little girl. Wayne had even joined you guys for dinner a few times and had gotten to know Ellie. You visited your grandma every few days after getting off of work to check in on her and see if she needed anything. There was a particularly fun day that came to your memory where Eddie had insisted you go with him to pick out a car seat for Ellie for his new family man car that he had gotten for pretty cheap from the shop he worked for and fixed up himself. You went shopping together, got lunch and took Ellie out for ice cream together afterwards and she got to test out her new seat in daddy’s car, which is what she called him now. You were surprised by how quickly she had grasped the concept that this man who just recently came into her life was her father, but they had an immediate connection and their bond on grew the more time they spent together.

You were sitting on your couch in the early morning on your day off. It was around 5am and you just couldn’t force yourself to sleep in anymore. You had made yourself breakfast and a warm cup of coffee, which you were now enjoying while flipping through a silenced tv looking for the weather report for today. There were still a couple of hours to go before your daughter would usually wake up and you were enjoying the quiet of the early morning and listening to the birds outside your window. The quiet was interrupted by a sudden noise coming from your front door that made your heart race. You walked over to the door and opened it to see Eddie with a panicked look on his face. He was still in his boxers and baggy t-shirt he had obviously worn to bed the night before. He had one hand over this chest and the other resting against the door frame, leading you to believe he jogged the short distance over to your trailer.

“Eds what’s the matter?,” You asked concern lining your voice.

“I need to check on Ellie. Can I check on Ellie really quick?,” He responded in a raspy, panicked voice.

“Yeah of course, come in,” You said stepping aside and letting him into your house. He walked to what used to be your old bedroom and slowly opened the door and entered the room. You followed behind him watching as he crouched down beside Ellie’s butterfly decorated toddler bed and softly stroked her hair. He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, careful not to disturb her sleep and turned to exit the room. You carefully shut the door back behind you and got a good look at his face, seeing relief washed over it.

“I’m sorry. I just woke up from a dream where she..,”He started but couldn’t find it in himself to finish the sentence. ,” It just felt so real I had to make sure she was alright. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Eds, I completely understand.,” You say comforting him. You walk to the kitchen and get out a mug to pour him a cup of coffee. You also find a pre made muffin that was more dessert than breakfast and offered both items to him, which he took graciously. ,” After I had her, I was up every couple of hours putting my finger under her nose to make sure she was still breathing. The older she has gotten, the less it happens, but I still got get her from her own bed every once in a while and put her into my own just so I can keep a close eye on her for the night. It’s just all part of the experience of being a parent. You love them so much you can’t help but worry about them constantly.”

“You mean this is gonna happen again??,” He whined with a piece of muffin in his mouth.

“More than likely,” You said sympathetically, not wanting to imagine what is must feel like to get a few years worth of anxiety in such a short amount of time.

“I don’t know how you managed this on your own. I’m lucky I can come over here and have you for support,” He said taking a sip of his coffee and rubbing his hand over his eyes. A tinge of guilt ran through your veins when you thought about that fact that you both could’ve had support from each other this whole time. You motion for Eddie to sit next to you on your couch and he obliges.

“How about I make you a copy of the key for here? That way any time you want to check on her you can feel more than welcome?,” You suggest. Eddie snatched your coffee cup from your hand and set in down on the coffee table with his. You were confused before he put his arms around you welcoming you into his embrace.

“You have no idea how much I would appreciate that,” He whispered, not wanting to let you go. You relaxed into his touch.

“You are such a great dad Eddie. Ellie is so lucky to have you,” You breathed into his shoulder. You both slowly pull away from the embrace. Looking into his eyes, you’ve never felt more at home, except for when you’re looking into the matching eyes of your little girl. He gazes down at your lips and you return the favor. You both slowly start to inch forward, almost closing the distance between you when the shrieking of the phone makes you jump apart. You quickly get up off the couch and wipe your now sweaty hands on your pajama pants before answering the phone.

“Hello?,” You answered quietly, taking a glance towards Eddie who was now indulging himself fully into his muffin and washing it down with coffee. ,”This is she.”

Eddie looks up at you when you suddenly drop the phone. You hurriedly pick it up and hang it back up and look at Eddie.

“Can you stay here with Ellie?,” You asked, tears starting to well in your eyes.

“Yeah I can, what’s the matter Y/N?,” He says, crossing the room to stand by your side.

“She should be waking up soon, she likes oatmeal with strawberries cut up real small and honey and she likes to drink milk with it for breakfast. I’m gonna go get dressed and I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?,” You responded to him, avoiding his question altogether. You make your way to your room and throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie and slip on a pair of sneakers. You don’t even bother checking your hair or brushing your teeth before you hurriedly leave the house. You hop in your car and make the familiar route to the nursing home.

Eddie.

Ellie had woken up about 20 minutes after you rushed out the door and walked into the living room calling for her mom.

“Mommy had to leave baby, but daddy’s here and I’m gonna make you your oatmeal okay?”, he said picking the little girl up and embracing her. He was worried about you and holding her definitely helped. Even he couldn’t deny that Ellie greatly resembled him, but what no one ever seemed to point out was that she had your eyelashes and that she had the same expression you had when you were too tired to speak. You both furrowed your brows the same way when he did something that slightly annoyed you. That you both liked to lay your head in the same spot on his chest when hugging him. He slowly rubbed the toddlers back, comforting her as she was still tired and obviously was confused as to why her mom wasn’t here. He set her down in her booster seat and got her oatmeal prepared and set it in front of her. He sat down beside her and watched as she took sloppy bites of the breakfast.

As the morning progressed, Eddie found himself glancing down at his watch every few minutes. It felt like hours had passed. He was in no way ungrateful that he got to spend the morning with Ellie being completely clingy to him, but he was worried about you. By the time noon rolled around, he found himself getting antsy and really craving a cigarette, but there was no way he could do that with Ellie clinging to his body. It seemed like an eternity had passed when the phone rang. He gently put Ellie down beside him and made his way across the room like you did before.

“Eddie?,” You cried over the other end of the phone. ,” Can you come pick me up?”

“Of course Y/N. Where are you at?,” He asked.

“I’m at the nursing home. Grandma passed away this morning,” Your voice trembled and he felt like his heart was breaking into a million pieces.

“I’ll be there as soon as possible.,” He replied. You thanked him and hung up the phone. Ellie had already eaten lunch and was starting to pass out on the couch as it was just around the time for her nap. He called Wayne and asked if he could come over and stay with Ellie as he described the situation to him. Wayne got there and eyed Eddie’s outfit, but figured this was not the time to comment. Eddie followed his gaze and realized he was still in his sleepwear. Eddie thanked Wayne and ran across the trailer park back to his home to change into more appropriate clothing. He hopped into his car afterwards and drove to meet you at the nursing home. He quickly made his way into a parking spot and jogged up to the entrance. He made his way down the familiar hall to your grandmas room and when he made it there, he felt like he could fall apart seeing the scene in front of him.

You sat in the chair beside your grandmas bed and held onto her favorite sweater crying into it. He made his way over to your side and squatted down to be level with you. He put his hand on your knee gently to get your attention and when you realized he was there, you threw your arms around your best friends neck and cried into his shoulder.

“She was getting better after her accident, I don’t understand what happened,” You choked out.

“I know honey, I know.,” Eddie comforted you stroking your hair. ,” At least she lived a long life surrounded by one of the most loving people to ever exist.” Your grandma was well into her late 70s and never lived a very problematic life.

“They said she passed peacefully in her sleep at least,” You sniffled as you responded.

“That’s the best way you could expect for anyone to go.,” He sat there comforting you for a while longer until you felt like you didn’t have any more tears left in you. You slowly made your way to stand up and he followed suit. He wrapped his arm around your lower back guiding you into the hallway.

“I’m sorry but I just couldn’t drive myself home. I don’t even know how I made it here alive,” You looked at him bashfully.

“Don’t apologize. I would rather you call me and have me pick you up anytime if you feel you can’t make it home on your own than get into an accident.”, he said reassuring you. He led you out to his car and got you into the passenger seat before going to use the pay phone stationed outside of the entrance to the building. He called Wayne, and Wayne assured him that he could look after Ellie and feed her a suitable dinner while Eddie tended to your needs. He had already called into work whether he would need to stay or not, just so you could have the option. Eddie got off the phone and climbed into the drivers seat of his car.

“I know you probably haven’t had the chance to eat since this morning, so I am going to take you to get some greasy comfort food and we can either eat it in my car or we can eat it inside a dingy diner with trashy waitresses. Your pick.”, Eddie explained to you. You gave him a weak smile and eventually decided on getting cheeseburgers and fries with milkshakes and eating them in his car in comfortable silence. It had been a long time since someone doted on you, when your number one priority was always Ellie. You had already finished up your cheeseburger and fries, letting a few sniffles sneak their way in between bites. You were now sipping what was left of your milkshake and looked up to see Eddie watching you with concern in his eyes.

“Thank you for everything today Eddie,” You said, tears starting to well up in your eyes once more. ,” I really don’t want to have to go back to that nursing home and get my car tomorrow.”

“Give me your keys,” He said holding his hand out. ,” I will have Wayne give me a ride there later and pick it up for you okay?” You scoot closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” You replied, looking forward at the sun setting over the parking lot you were currently residing in.

“What are best friends for?”, He replied.

2 weeks later

You were getting yourself and Ellie ready for your grandmas funeral. You wore a simple pair of black slacks with some dress shoes and a black dress shirt. You were brushing Ellie’s hair in the bathroom when you heard the front door open. You heard steps coming in your direction and Eddie appeared in the doorway.

“Daddy!!,” Ellie exclaimed as she jumped out of your grasp and ran over to him to give him a big hug. She still didn’t completely understand what happened to Grandma. She knew that she was gone, but with her being at such a young age, she didn’t quite why.

“Hi baby,” He said as he scooped her up and plopped her on his hip. He looked at you sympathetically ,” How about I drive you both there?”

“I appreciate it Eds.,” You said graciously accepting his offer. You look at the picture in front of you and it calms you seeing two people you deeply cared for being here for you on a difficult day, even if one of them didn’t know she was bringing you comfort.

“Are you ready to head out?,” He asks, still holding Ellie.

“Yeah,” You respond. As you walk out the door, you grab the back pack that holds all of the essentials you needed to get Ellie through any public outing. You sling it over you shoulder and climb into the passenger seat of Eddie’s car while he straps Ellie into her car seat in the back. You finally make it to the funeral home and step out of the car.

You made it through the service barely holding yourself together, but you made it. The next thing you knew, you were back in Eddie’s car, following the hearse to the graveyard where your grandma had already chosen her burial plot next to her late husband. Once there, you all stood around the plot, saying silent words and soon the tears were rolling. You were focused on the small group of people attending her funeral when you heard a disturbance coming from behind you. You turned around and your breath hitched in your throat.

“Hey I heard the old bag hit the bucket. D’you know if she left me anything?,” Your mom stumbled, obviously strung out on something. She was disturbing the peace of your grandmas funeral and before you could stop yourself, you walked over to her and punched her square in the nose.

“GET OUT OF HERE YOU SELFISH BITCH! YOU NEVER FUCKING CARED ABOUT ANYONE UNLESS IT WAS GOING TO BENEFIT YOU IN SOME WAY. IF I EVER SEE YOU OUT HERE AGAIN, ILL BREAK YOUR FUCKING ARM, DO YOU HEAR ME?!?,” you screamed at the most childish 50 year old you had ever met. Eddie had passed Ellie off to Wayne and came and grabbed your arm, gently pulling you back towards him, speechless. You realized then that Chief Hopper was eyeing the scene and you would most likely be getting in trouble at your grandmothers funeral. But he just shrugged his shoulders and grumbled out a “I didn’t see anything.”

The rest of the night was spent back at the trailer park. Eddie had lit a fire for the small group of people who were sticking around, sharing heartfelt stories of your Grandma.

“Eleanor always made the best cookies. Every time I would stop by, even if it were just to check in to see if she needed anything from the grocery when I went, she would always make sure I left with a handful of cookies,” Wayne smiled as he shared the story. Ellie had since fallen asleep as it way past her bedtime and you were having a beer sitting next to Eddie around the fire. You were so lucky to have a small knit group of people to share these memories with.

The next couple of weeks were spent meeting with lawyers, going over your grandmas will. She had some nieces and nephews that were living, but she left her entire life savings to you. You were completely shocked with the amount that she left behind. She was always a frugal person growing up, and now you know why. In her will it said that she wanted to make sure that you could buy a home for you and Ellie. Even after her life had ended, she was still taking care of you. You shared the news with Eddie and he seemed to be happy for you.

Eddie.

Sitting on the couch in his house with Wayne, Eddie was met with the harsh reality. Your grandma was the whole reason you came back to Hawkins, and now that she was gone and had left you money to buy a house, you were most definitely going to go back to Tennessee. He had just started to get to know Ellie and he was completely in love with her. He couldn’t imagine being in a different state than her. He smoked a cigarette as all of this pondered through his mind. Wayne could tell his nephew was deep in thought as he didn’t even notice the knock on his door. Wayne answered the door and a little set of feet came barreling towards Eddie. He noticed and quickly put the cigarette out in the ash tray beside him and waved his hand in front of him to disburse the smoke. This was it, you were bringing her by to see him before breaking the news that you were leaving him behind yet again.

“Wanna take a car ride with us?,” You asked in the doorway of the trailer, watching Eddie’s face for a response while Ellie climbed onto his lap. He nodded his head and followed you outside. It was starting to be late afternoon and the sun would be setting soon. As he settled into the passenger seat of your car, he decided he was going to confront you. There was no way he could go without Ellie, or her mom, again.

“You know, I know that you are probably going to leave Hawkins now that there’s nothing holding you back, but I really think you should reconsider. Ellie has Wayne here now and I think she would miss out being spoiled rotten by him. We’ve never even gotten to spend Christmas with her, or help her pick out a Halloween costume. I’ve missed out on enough of her life and I don’t to anymore. Hell, I’ll even pay for all the groceries you guys eat from now on, and I know you two can eat a lot no matter how much you fool people. You’ll never have to fold laundry again.,” Eddie rambled. You chuckled over at him but didn’t respond. His rant continued, talking about how he wanted to be there to embarrass her in front of her friends and comfort her when she’s sad. He ranted so much that he didn’t even notice when you brought the car to a halt. ,” Y/N say something.”

“Get out of the car Chatty Cathy,” was all you said in response. He gets to of the car confused and starts back up on his rant.

“I think it’s really great that you’re laughing about all this when it’s a serious matter. I love Ellie and, .. I can’t lose her,” He said crossing him arms over his chest. You walk up to him and grab his chin with your hand and gently move his head towards the house with the sign out front that now says sold across it.

“We’re not going anywhere,” You said staring at him waiting for a reaction. Before you knew it, he had hugged you so hard that he picked you up off the ground and was spinning you around.

“My turn daddy, my turn,” Ellie said starting to pull at his pant leg. Eddie set you down and picked Ellie up spinning her in a circle. She squealed at the sudden movement and begged for the motion to be repeated again and again.

“Okay goob that’s enough,” You said as you grabbed her hand as Eddie set her down , “ Let’s go show daddy our new house.”

You led Ellie inside and Eddie followed closely behind. It was a house that wasn’t too big, but not too small either. It was the perfect size for your little family. So perfect in fact that you had to ask Eddie an important question.

“Now the house has 3 bedrooms. Since you made it so clear in the car that you couldn’t miss out on anything ever, not even if Ellie takes a shit (he rolled his eyes at that), I was thinking maybe the third bedroom could be yours. I figured it would be easier between our two schedules for us to both get to spend quality time with her. It’s even got a garage if you and the guys wanted to switch up your practice space occasionally.,” You walked through the house showing him the kitchen, the bathroom, the master bedroom which was totally yours and he better not even think about trying to steal it from you, the backyard where a swing set for Ellie would fit comfortably. The living room and the decent sized garage were next and last but not least (what really sold you), the basement that was finished and had a premade play room from the last owners for your toddler to enjoy. “ Just think about it Eds, you could totally host your DND games down here. Soooo, what do you think?,” You said looking at your best friend.

“I think Wayne’s finally getting his bedroom back,” Eddie said with a huge smile on his face.

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All Consuming: Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Solace

Pairing - Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader Summary - Y/n and the Doctor separate; things don't end well. Warnings - Slight angst, mentions of blood and illness Words - 1.5K

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Y/n hadn't known him long, but it was unusual the Doctor was ever this quiet. His tangent rambles were known to fill the space of silence which would settled over the atmosphere. He'd go on about some science concept Y/n didn't understand or call something brilliant just because he was proud of it. Y/n never thought she would take them ramblings for granted. But as she was seated in a lab, thousands of years from her own home, the silence was beginning to suffocate her.

The Doctor hadn't moved since he turned to look at the blood sample. His brooding back was seeming to taunt the girl. So she slipped from the surgery chair and wandered over to his side, staring down at the very boring, yet still glistening, test tubes of blood. "How long are you planning on standing still and waiting? Because personally, I find it quite boring." She spoke as she glanced over at him. He didn't glance back - not straight away.

"Just a little while longer." He answered her as he stared at the samples like they had captured all of his interest.

Y/n turned to face the door, leaning her back against the counter as she thought aloud, "Do you think this place serves food? I mean humans still have to eat in the future, right? Could be a shop somewhere maybe."

He finally looked to her, "There isn't a shop." He said with almost full certainty.

Y/n's brows knitted and she came to the realisation, "You've been here before, haven't you?" She asked.

He nodded, looked back to the blood tests and muttered, "Yeah."

She watched him for a moment, watched as a look of the loss passed his expression. That look they were both all too familiar with. In a flash, the look was gone. Y/n pushed herself from the counters, beginning to backtrack towards the door. "Well, I'm going to stretch my legs. You may be able to bare standing around and doing nothing, but I can't." She paused and her fingertips grasped the handle. Hesitation stopped her and she couldn't help but ask, "Doctor?" He hummed and turned away from the blood samples, "Are you alright?"

He nodded and forced a smile, "I will be once I figure out how to save you."

She smiled back, her's too forced but she left anyway. She wandered back the way they had entered, down the hallway, then the stairs until she reached the main entrance. Y/n liked to people-watch, especially when she was years into the future where not all the people were actually human. She spotted them half-cat, half-humans again, humans with one huge eye, animals which could talk and lizard-people. It truly was entertaining her.

The girl kept walking and slowly, she was beginning to feel her legs tire. Maybe it was the time travel, maybe it was the energy inside her, but her body was beginning to get hit with weakness in waves. With every step she was making, she felt her body wore and suddenly, things were becoming hazier. It was lucky she were in a hospital. The second she noted her vision become blurred, she aimed to reach one of the nurses. Said nurses being the half-cat, half-human species.

"Excuse me," She pushed out as she gained the attention of one of them. "I think I'm about to- About to-"

Her eyes shut. Her mind went black and suddenly she was unconscious.

The next thing she remembered was beeping. There was so much beeping. It was rhythmic and brought her out of her sleep as her eyes begun to flicker open. It was still blurry but she could work out she was still in the hospital. But now, she was in one of the proper hospital beds in one of the wards.

"And is there anything you can do?" She heard a familiar voice question from the side of her bed.

She tried to turn her head, seeing a much blurrier version of the Doctor, his back turned to her as he spoke to one of the nurses. "We've never seen anything like this." Said the nurse. "I don't think we can-"

"Doctor?" Her voice was raspy but loud enough to alert the man as he turned, his expression softening as he rushed to her side.

One hand grasped her's and the other gently pushed some stray hair out of her face. "Hey, hey, it's alright." He assured her. "You just fainted."

She could have laughed. "Just fainted?" She was travelling all of space and time for a cure because she had just fainted. She had a magnitude of energy flushing through her veins and it should be killing her.

"It could be due with anything." The Doctor tried to tell her. "Your body probably isn't used to this type of travel."

"You think that was why I was coughing up blood too?"

She knew he was trying to give her false hope. But she was no newcomer to bad news and for one thing, she certainly didn't need to be patronised. "I should get her a new IV." Said the Nurse before turning her back and walking away.

The Doctor watched as she did so, almost going to join her, to go prodding the nurse for answers that no one seemed to have. "Doctor?" Y/n called as her hand reached out weakly, just brushing her fingertips against his. But that was enough to alert him as he spun back, eyes wide and back straight, ready for whatever it was she needed. "Stay."

She grasped his hand properly and gently tugged him towards the bed. The Doctor followed as she shuffled over to one side to make room for him as one arm slung around her shoulder to keep her close. The silence came back in another crashing wave. It was just as suffocating, but this time, they were comforted by one another as if that were going to save them.

"I'm dying, aren't I, Doctor?" She uttered out of the silence.

The words made his hold on her tighter. "We have time." He assured, but even as a time lord, said time was limited.

"But we don't know how long, do we?" She knew she was deteriorating, but there was no months labelled to her illness.

"Not quite, no."

She shifted a little, sniffling the tears away which were screaming to escape her eyelids. "If I'm not coughing up blood or fainting, I'm running away from the aliens who want to hunt me down." A sentence of which she had never seen herself saying. "Tell me it'll be worth it." She glanced over at him through the gloss which engulfed her pupils.

His hand reached out once more, brushing over her hair, "Your parents wouldn't want you to give up. They would want you to show them stupid aliens how strong the human race is." He told her as a few tears fell to her cheeks which the boy wiped away as if they had never there. "Because you, Y/n Y/l/n have about ten times the amount of bravery then most of them back on Earth."

She smiled, "And much more stupidity. Not many people would team up with a guy who doesn't even tell you his real name." She giggled as their eyes soon became intertwined with one another. Suddenly, they were both leaning in as if no one could stop them. Maybe it was the threat of death, maybe the adrenaline, but their lips met. It was a sweet moment of which neither of them could explain as they gently pulled away. "Or kiss him." She added.

They both grinned as the Doctor pulled the girl closer, "You should get some sleep." He advised. "We'll move once you're awake again. Won't be long till they started tracking us again."

The girl hummed as she settled against her chest. Her eyes were just about to shut, when she realised, "What about the blood tests? Did they tell you anything?"

He tensed; the blood tests. "No, no, whole load of nothing, nada, not a single thing."

If only that had been the outcome. As Y/n lulled right back into sleep, the Doctor was left with the daunting knowledge of the results of said blood tests. He sat there, with the dying girl in his arms, knowing that he had just lied to her about rather significant information. Maybe had that question been asked five minutes prior, maybe had she asked it before their lips met, he would have answered honestly. But now, it seemed far too painful for him to watch as her heart shattered.

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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 2 years

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y’all know what is abt to happen. possibly one of the most self indulgent things ive written so far. also, my momma watched this whole match and following events and this woman is so tired of me but we love her. i feel like at this point with the chronicles, just expect daddy and obvi the cuffs but im putting it so no one can say i didnt warn them

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‘Big Bad Wolf’ 18+ Wardlow (Michael) x fem!reader

^he told her not to get involved but he also knew he had a more than stubborn and bratty girlfriend^

- CW: restraints (handcuffs), honorifics (daddy), choking, spanking, spitting, degrading/name-calling, slapping, dom/sub dynamic, edging, whatever the word for crying kink (theres a word, im just dumb), i think i allude to a subspace or form of littlespace - *EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL* - ‘big bad wolf’ by in this moment had a hand in the inspo, you should give it a listen - ‘donna plays with kayfabe’ the shequel and i love jade cargill - shawn spears (ronnie), red velvet (stephanie) - the initial concept for this i had posted has been changed for obvious reasons. i’ll circle back to that idea in the future

3rd Person POV:

Y/N hated what Max was doing to Michael. She had offered to put Max in his place because she had done it before. He told her to stay out of it because he didn’t want her career to be put in jeopardy. Y/N was on her way to a championship title match and he couldn’t let her risk that because of him or Max’s antics. She stayed in the back and watched the match with Jade. Her anger boiled over watching Max rattle off his demands for their ‘contract signing’; like he did with Cody. Y/N saw and open opportunity to get at Max and took off. “Y/N, where are you going?!” Jade shouted after her, “Put that rat in his place.” “At least take a chair babe!” Y/N grabbed a folding chair and went off again. Jade couldn’t help but smile at her friend going to protect her boyfriend.

After all the other jobbers went out, she snuck out behind them. She smacked Ronnie in the back with the chair. Even in a dress, ‘The Vixen’ was always ready to fight. She tapped Max’s shoulder and he turned around to see a very angry Y/N. “How cute, came out here to save him? Pathetic.” he mocked her. Over his shoulder, she could see Michael giving her that look. She let her emotions take over and tackled Max and delivered hit after hit. He had tried to flip her over to return the punches, but she was one step ahead and put him in an armbar. Him screaming in pain was only part of the revenge. She would have done more until she felt Michael pulling her off him. “Y/N, that’s enough!” he growled in a volume only she could hear. “Put your bitch on a leash, pig.” Max spat, resulting in her breaking free of Michael’s grasp and attacking Max again. This time, The Baddie Section came to get her. “Y/N, come on. He’s not worth it; as much as he deserves it.” Jade said. Kiera glared at Max and Ronnie as Jade and Stephanie brought her back to the locker room to calm down. She stayed with them until there was a knock at the door. Jade went to see who it was, “Hey Mike. She’s calmer now.” she looked over to see Michael, she knew he wasn’t happy with her and would be in for it at the hotel. Y/N rushed to the door and latched onto him, “I’m sorry.” was mumbled into his chest. He thanked the girls for looking out for her and left the arena entirely. The car ride back to the hotel was silent. From that alone she knew she was waking up sore tomorrow.

As soon as the door to the room shut, one hand was around her throat and the other was pulling at her dress. “You disobeyed me. How does 20 spanks for each time you hit him sound?” she whimpered, “But~” “No slut. I told you everything was under control but you just had to go and be a brat. Strip.” Y/N couldn’t fight the pool forming in her panties; his voice, his words, his dominance, and his hands on her body didn’t help either. He sat on the edge of the bed still in his suit, watching her undress then motioned for her to come over. Laying her across his lap, his hand ran down her spine to her ass; there was no telling when he was going to strike. His hand left her skin and a second later, it came colliding back down in a spank “Count whore. And thank me.” She only whimpered at his harshness, “One, thank you Daddy.” “See, now you’re a good girl.” He landed another smack and it continued until they reached 20 and there were tears in her eyes. There was also a forming wet spot on his pant leg, “Such a dirty little thing. Getting off on a spanking?” he pulled Y/N back to her feet “On your knees.” She rushed to the floor and waited for his next move. Instead of making her suck him off, he got up and walked to his bag. Her mind was swarmed with the possibilities of what he was going to do that she didn’t process the click of handcuffs around her wrists. He circled around her and towered over her kneeling form. When he came into her sight, he had taken his suit jacket and shirt off, now undoing his dress pants. He sat back down on the bed - grabbing her chin, “Open. Tongue out.” she did as she was told and was met with his spit in her mouth and a slap to her cheek. Michael had her trained well and she didn’t have to be instructed to swallow, the image making him groan - he repeated the action. “Please Daddy?” “What do you want, slut?” He knew what she wanted. “Please can I taste you?” He freed his cock from his briefs and gave her what she wanted. He nodded for her to do it and she wrapped her lips around his tip and went to work. He adored seeing her on her knees for him. Taking him inch by inch in her pretty little throat. The tears screaming down her cheeks was a sight he loved. His hand found its way to tangle in her hair, making her take him deeper “Such a good little cock slut”; she knew what to do if it was too much. Despite the degrading words and actions, her well-being was his priority.

When he decided it was enough, he pulled her away by her hair and tossed her onto the bed. Now on her back, she felt his hands rub up her thighs to her dripping cunt that was aching for some form of contact. He ran his tongue up her slit and she jolted at the feeling. “I think you wanted to be punished so you pulled that little stunt. Is that it? You wanted me to fuck you dumb so you put yourself in danger?” he questioned. Michael didn’t give her a chance to answer as he dove straight into her heat like she was the last thing he would ever eat. Anyone who has seen his tongue on television can only imagine the wonders it did, Y/N got to experience it. The first time he ate her out, she came three times from his mouth alone. By the way her thighs started to shake, he knew she was on the edge. He pulled his mouth away and chuckled darkly at her cries and begging. “You thought I was gonna let you cum that fast?” He hovered over her body and smashed his lips against hers, moaning at the taste of herself. His hand went up to her throat again and his other snuck back down to her pussy. He had to get her ready to take his cock, punishment or not. She gasped at his one finger entering her, pumping in and out. His hands were a gift from whatever higher power there was out there. His fingers reached spots in her she had never felt before. He added another and scissored the two, adding a third thick finger shortly after, all while his thumb worked her clit. When he felt she was ready, he pulled his fingers out and held them up to her face, “Suck.” he commanded. She cleaned her juices off his fingers as he watched her intensely. “Good fucking girl~” Quickly, he flipped her over and pulled her hips up with her face in the sheets. Slowly, Michael eased his cock into her as she moaned softly. His pace started slow so she could get used to him, but it quickly got faster and rougher. He pulled her up by the cuffs and wrapped his hand around her throat once again and his arm going around her midsection. The growls in her ear only pushed her further to the edge. “If you wanted my cock, you could have just asked. You know Daddy loves to please his good girl.” Y/N only whined, “I’m s-sorry, I’ll be g-ood.” Pounding her in every way he could, edging her each time she was about to explode. On her back again with her legs over his shoulders as he drilled into her, she couldn’t form words anymore. He marveled at the state of his girlfriend, the fact that only he can break her down in such a way. “Daddy, please let me cum. I can’t hold it.” With his fingers on her clit, he gave her permission; “Cum, slut.” her whole body convulsed with pleasure as she soaked his cock. He gave a few more thrusts and released inside of her. He undid her wrists, massaging them to get the circulation going again. He looked in her face and saw nothing but bliss and a fucked-out smile with hooded eyes. When she had that look on her face, he knew she was far gone. “Puppy? Hey, you still with me, Y/N?” she hummed in response. When he tried to pick her up to take her to the bath, she whined. “No go, stay.” she pleaded as she once again latched onto him. “Okay puppy. Do you feel alright?” She nodded, he saw the shift in her headspace as she laid on him and traced patterns on his stomach. “I’m sorry for freaking out like that. I really hate having to just stand back and watch all this garbage happen.” He sighed knowingly, “I know you just wanted to help. But I can’t risk you getting hurt. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you because of this.” She sat up and put her hand on his cheek, “Michael, I can defend myself. I know you want to protect me but I’d risk getting hit to defend you. Buut, if you really want me to back down; maybe you should fuck me into oblivion more.” “You are insatiable.” For the first time that night, they shared a more gentle kiss, “Mmm but you love me for it.” He couldn’t argue with her.

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skylarmoon71 · 30 days

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Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 6

It’s usually custom to use the door, but some people don’t seem to get that concept.

“Hi there.”

You screeched at the voice, and Clark raced into your room. It probably didn’t help that you’d just gotten out of the shower and you were still standing in a towel. He was in hero mode the minute he stepped inside your room, but the second he caught sight of you dripping wet, it was as if all his brain power had dissolved.

“CLARK!!”

“Sorry!!” He replied. He spun around in the other direction.

“What are you doing!! Catch that freaking hot stranger in my bed!!” You yelled.

Clark’s gaze moved to the brunette and she just smiled.

“Zatanna, nice to meet you.”

She was dressed like a circus performer, holding out a hand.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!”

It’s clear that the morning was off to an interesting start.

After getting dressed, you met Clark and his friend downstairs. Clearly annoyed.

“We’ve talked about this, you can’t just show up. Especially at my friend’s house.”

“She’s the one that called me here.” Zatanna reasoned.

“I don’t even know you lady.” You were glaring and she smiled.

“I was summoned by the call of your magic. I thought I was the only gifted being here, but it seems I was wrong.” She was still wearing that knowing smile, and now you took a seat on your couch, clearly trying to follow what she was saying.

“What do you mean by magic? I don’t have magic.”

She was looking at you as if it were a joke, then she started laughing.

“You’re kidding right. Do you really not know that you’re magical? You have empathic abilities, where did you think they came from?”

“The meteor shower.”

“Oh, please. That meteor shower may have been supernatural, but there is so much more out there than our alien friend here.” She pointed to Clark.

“You’re a crossbreed, just like me. I got my powers from my father, but your abilities must have been further down your familial tree. Mages don’t typically manifest one so prominently. It must mean that your other abilities are still growing. “

You weren’t sure if you liked the sound of that. Because you were still struggling to get a grasp on this one.

Zatanna could see your worried look, and she moved closer, patting your arm teasingly.

“Relax, you have me now. I’m a little busy, but I can pop by now and then to show you the ropes. I’m relieved you didn’t turn out to be a lust craze deity like my last trip.”

“A what?”

She brushed it off.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be seeing you both soon.”

You wanted more questions, but you blinked and she was gone.

That was irritating. Your eyes moved to Clark who tensed up from his spot next to your couch.

“Why are all your superhuman friends so weird?”

He just chuckled nervously.

“The next time one of them breaks in I’m shooting you.”

“Why me!!”

“BECAUSE I CAN!!”

Maybe you were still a bit bitter that she’d scared the crap out of you while you were almost naked. You had a right to hold a grudge.

Lex wasn’t a stranger to being alone. He’d gotten used to it. The isolation. Although lately he’d become much more used to company. Just not the kind he expected. That’s why he told himself he should have called. You shouldn’t just show up at someone’ s house.

That’s what he thought, but now that he was at your door, he couldn’t turn away now. Sucking in a breath, he knocked twice. He could vaguely hear shuffling, or was that yelling?

The door opened, and the last person he wanted to see was Clark.

The space became quiet.

Too quiet.

“Who’s at the door Clark!!”

You sound so casual and Lex couldn’t help but feel jealous at how familiar you sound as you call Clark.

“It’s Lex.”

His tone was almost emotionless. Lex knew better than to expect anything less.

“Good to see you too, Clark.”

The door opened just a bit wider, and you peeked your head out from under Clark’s arm. For a brief moment his mind forgot about his giant of an ex-best friend. Because of the clear size difference, well, he couldn’t deny that you looked unnaturally cute. Especially with wet hair.

Wait..wet hair?

“Geez, do none of you have a good concept of manners. First Clark almost catches me with the towel down and now you’re randomly showing up.”

Your words caused a shift. Lex wasn’t sure why, but he felt a sense of relief at your explanation. The thought of you with Clark, it..it didn’t sit well with him.

You pushed Clark out the door and he stumbled, looking at you incredulously. Lex moved to the side, obviously not expecting it either.

“Go and find your weird friend and tell her not to pop up in my bedroom again.” You said taking Lex’s hand as you guided him inside.

“Come on Lex, at least you don’t have your millionaire friends sneaking into my bedroom.”

“It’s not my fault she’s crazy!!” Clark called.

“Goodbye Clark!”

You closed the door in his face, and Lex just stood there, trying to process what happened.

“Did you really just kick him out?”

“Wanna join him?”

“No ma’am.”

“Good, make yourself at home, I was just about to have lunch.”

“It’s two in the afternoon.”

“Oh,”

You supposed talking to that witch messed with your plans.

“A snack it is.”

You turned to the kitchen and Lex followed behind hesitantly. He’d never been inside your house. This wasn't exactly how he pictured his first visit.

“(Y/N)..”

Clark’s whiny voice on the other side of your door pulled you back.

“What, why are you still here!!”

“Let me in!”

You huff.

You wanted to hang out with Lex, but you didn’t want two of them glaring at each other the entire afternoon.

“Fine, I’ll let you in, but you play nice with Lex.”

There’s a prolonged silence on the other side.

“Fine.”

You smile, and Lex is anything if not impressed.

“It’s open.” You call.

He turned the knob, stepping in, clearly mad that you hadn’t even bothered to lock it just to torment him.

It was definitely going to be an interesting evening.

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separatist-apologist · 2 years

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Are You Ready For It

In the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do

Summary: When Elain Archeron's roommate can't interview wealthy business man and school alumni Lucien Vanserra, Elain agrees to step in.

Little does she know what Mr. Vanserra does behind closed doors.

Or what he'd do to her, if she'd only agree to let him.

NOTE: Still a 50 shades of orange rewrite but without any of the problems with consent.

beta'd by the incomparable @the-lonelybarricade who said: "He is just my favorite man to fictionally exist"

Chapter 3: In my dreams, you should see the things we do

Read more: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | AO3

November only meant one thing—family. Arina and Elain both had fairly absent fathers but every year for Thanksgiving, the pair were expected to at least let them come over and pretend to be interested in their lives. In their tiny little apartment, that was easy enough. Two hours max over the course of a weekend and then it was all over.

To that end, Elain and Arina made a verbal pact that when the semester broke for the week, they would lie to the Vanserras, say they were going home…and return to their apartment. Elain couldn’t stand the thought of admitting to her father some wealthy CEO was currently funding her life because he liked the way she sucked his dick. For Arina it was even more complicated, given Eris had genuine feelings and likely would have jumped at the chance to meet the senior Novak, if only to say hi and assure him Eris’s intentions were good.

“You’re going home?” Lucien had murmured when she told him, wiping a mix of come and saliva from her chin with his thumb. Elain, panting, bruised, and exhausted, had merely nodded.

“Just for a three day weekend.”

For regular fuck buddies, it should have been no big deal. For Lucien, who clearly didn’t grasp the concept, it bothered him. She watched him from his bed, one wrist restrained to the bedpost, while he padded around to remove her. They were still testing things out though he’d teased his playroom, which Elain was more than a little curious to get inside.

It had been a routine night for them. He’d only restrained one wrist and asked her to just pretend, giving her control to slap at him if he took things too far. It was a necessary precaution as they continued their tentative exploration. Lucien’s penis was absurdly thick and obscenely long and his dream in life was to have the entire thing buried in her mouth.

He’d asked if he could fuck her on her back, hips straddling her chest with his balls nestled between her breasts and Elain, who was starting to think she was enjoying their game a little too much, had readily agreed. Once things began, Elain felt immense gratitude that Lucien thought ahead.

Pinned to the pillow with his cock bruising her throat, she’d panicked more than once when he’d held himself flush against her, reveling in the sound of her gagging chokes. She hadn’t needed to stop and Lucien had never kept himself there for too long or with repeated strokes and still she’d come close on more than one occasion.

Lucien unrestrained her, eyes flickering to the skin as if he suspected he’d tied her too tight. Just perfect–little red imprints would fade within the hour and as they progressed, Elain thought she wouldn’t mind if he was a little rougher. It was a slow build and she understood this was Lucien laying the foundation for the kind of sex he was truly after.

She stayed where she was, pussy aching. He’d only fucked her mouth and Elain was hopeful after a momentary reprieve he might put that bruising cock in other parts of her, too. He kept teasing he’d fuck her ass, something no one had done and yet Lucien had done little more that slip in his thumb to the knuckle.

He grunted at her words, drawing her back to the present. Imposing, powerful Lucien prowled back towards her, lunging for her legs and yanking until she all but hung off the bed. It was to be that sort of night, then. She tried to pretend she wasn’t privately thrilled. Lucien sank onto his knees and spread her out, eyes sparkling.

“When?”

“Two weeks,” she replied breathlessly. An idle finger teased up and down her lips, not quite touching what she needed. “You won’t even know I’m gone.”

Though maybe that wasn’t true. They hardly went forty-eight hours without fucking. Certainly no longer than a couple hours without talking. She squashed that. This was time dated—she wouldn’t have been surprised if Lucien had penciled in the day he meant to end things on his calendar.

“You think I won’t be hungry for your pretty pussy in three days?” he asked, his tone so impossibly level he might have been asking her what she wanted for dinner. “My baby was so good, letting daddy fuck her throat.”

Elain whimpered. He was back in, then. Irritation over her absence forgotten, at least, she’d thought anyway. Lucien’s fingers teased her entrance.

“You’ll come to a party with me next weekend as punishment in an outfit I put on you,” he told her. “In the jewelry I pick out. A pretty collar for my pretty pet.”

“Yes, daddy,” she agreed. Lucien had to tell her this way or Elain would balk. Not since she’d learned the La Perla was five hundred dollars a piece, and she had multiple matching sets. The shoes and the jewelry was worse, so obscene in the cost that Elain had, on more than one occasion, tried to give it back. It almost always started some small squabble as Lucien considered this part of their contract and Elain considered it too much.

What was she ever going to do with a five thousand dollar bracelet? She was terrified to even touch it. She didn’t dare wear the shoes and only put on the other items for Lucien’s personal enjoyment. He kept pocketing the underwear and Elain hoped that meant he was keeping them. She’d tucked everything he’d given her into a box in her closet, his address already neatly written atop the folds, so when it was all over, there was no messy fight about what she owed him.

No matter what Lucien said, no matter how he protested, she could not believe there were not strings to his gifts. Not when he signed that car over to her, not when he slid her hair to her shoulder to clasp another necklace around her throat and not when he waved off her concerns over the money spent.

It’s nothing.

She knew better. If he wanted to dress her up it was to treat her like candy. Elain could do that for him, if only to offer something besides her body which she was certain he could have gotten anywhere. Surely a man like Lucien Vanserra didn’t hurt for company. She didn’t ask and he’d never volunteered who was blowing up his phone at three am.

For Elain, it was always him.

Are you awake?

Thinking about your mouth.

I heard this joke–

His mouth swiped against her, removing those thoughts easily. “I never see you wearing it,” he said, his breath fanning over her aching, aroused skin. “I’m starting to think you don’t like my gifts.”

“I do,” she protested. That was true. “I am saving them—”

“Don’t,” he insisted roughly. “It makes me hard imagining you draped in the things daddy gives you.”

He was waiting for obedience. Elain felt annoyed and a touch too bratty as she said, “The only thing I want to wear is daddy’s hand around my throat.”

All at once, Lucien was back on his feet and his cock was slamming into her body. She bowed off the bed with a scream, pinned down by his large hand curling at her neck.

“Good girls get their pussy’s eaten,” he reminded her with a vicious thrust. “Bad girls get fucked like whores. Are you daddy’s good girl or do you need to be punished?”

Elain whimpered when he pressed the pads against her windpipe, waiting for a choking answer.

“Tell me,” he ordered, his hair falling in his face. Elain was struck dumb by the force in which he fucked her and how brainless she felt. She wanted him to continue, confused by how her body was responding to the pain edged pleasure.

“Bad girls do not come on my cock,” he growled. “They go to bed with sore, needy pussies. Tell me what you are, baby.”

“Good, I’m good,” she gasped, disappointed when he pulled back out. His hand released her windpipe, surveying her with curiosity. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Lucien slid back to his knees, his face still utterly serious. He could have been working, staring at hims computer monitor for how he gazed at her gaping, slick cunt.

“You liked that too much,” he murmured. “Let's talk about that when daddy’s done, hm?”

“Yes,” she agreed, grateful when Lucien immediately began feasting, so obviously aroused himself. Having just been given a small taste of what it might be like to really fuck him without restraint, she was suddenly desperate for more.

And Lucien would want to discuss it, would want to map it all out ahead of time to ensure that when they got there, he wouldn’t have to stop himself. She could appreciate the thought but Elain was also a little tired of the constant negotiation. Even more tired that he wouldn’t let her writhe against his face and chase the delicious friction his tongue created against her clit. It wasn’t enough, not after that rough fucking he’d just given her. Even worse was how still he kept her and how he’d deny her if she acted out. Lucien had her at his utter mercy and it wasn’t what she wanted.

How strange, she thought, that there had been a time she would have begged to be eaten out. And now Elain wanted him to just fuck her into oblivion.

Lucien’s lips sucked, building her back towards that edge. Fingers digging in her thighs, he leaned up and said, “It’s not enough, is it?”

“No,” she panted, bucking into his mouth without meaning to.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

“Your cock,” she whined, his tongue drawing lazy circles on her pussy. He wanted it, too, that dumb fucker. He’d force her to beg him for the thing she knew he swollen cock was itching for. It was so roundabout.

“You want my cock?” he asked, sucking her clit again. Elain arched hard. Maybe she’d come like this after all. He seemed determined to pull it out of her. She was building with each new punishing swipe of his tongue, practically there when Lucien pulled himself off her entirely.

Her eyes flew open just in time for Lucien to push back into her body with enough force she saw stars. Sliding his thumb over her clit, Lucien only had to rub for a second before Elain was coming so loudly she was certain everyone in the building must have heard her. Lucien didn’t care, not this time. His snapping hips were punishment enough, bruising her with the slick, needy head of his cock.

He came not soon after, collapsing over her with sweaty skin. He took a deep breath and then, like he always did, asked, “Did I hurt you?”

“You could be rougher,” she replied, pushing him off her. Ignoring the way fluid immediately rushed to the bed, Elain watched him pad towards the bathroom. Too late. She didn’t tell him, figuring he must be well acquainted with cleaning come stained sheets.

“Rougher?”

“Let me see the room, Lucien,” she said, taking the warm rag from him. She didn’t want to cuddle or let him reassure her she was still lovely and he saw her as more than just holes for his pleasure. Elain wanted to see the depravity.

Lucien put his hands on his hips, still magnificently naked. “Fine. No clothes, though.” She gestured down her own body in response.

Gesturing for her to follow him, Elain practically bounced out of Lucien’s bedroom towards the one room he kept locked. It wasn’t dramatic. When she asked, he’d told her he didn’t want his housekeeper looking around with a rather pink flush of his cheeks. Elain thought it was oddly charming, like even people like Lucien had something to be embarrassed of.

Elain didn’t know what she expected. A room, perhaps, retrofitted like a dungeon. Sure it was…different. But it was still just a room. A room with a sex swing very casually hanging by the window, presumably so the whole city could watch her get fucked, should they take a telescope and look up.

Even though she’d just been fucked into oblivion, Elain was immediately fascinated by a black mat on the floor that could have belonged in any gym where it not for the ropes looped through rings at two of the ends. A third was suspended at the ceiling, holding a ring that began to sway as Elain stepped towards it.

“What do you do here?” she asked him. Lucien was just behind her, fingers trailing up and down her arm.

“Want to find out?” he whispered, brushing her hair off her shoulder to place a kiss against her neck.

“Will it hurt?”

He paused. “A little.”

“And you’ll stop if I ask?”

He kissed again. “Of course.”

Her eyes swept the rest of the room, to the long set of drawers that no doubt held all manner of little toys and other instruments, to the straps on the walls and the bench that was very obviously for the paddling she never wanted to be on the receiving end of.

“Show me.”

LUCIEN:

Lucien had never been harder in his life. Standing just out of Elain’s line of sight, he gripped his cock in his hand. He hadn’t thought this would work only because he’d been certain he’d drained his balls in her already. Something about putting her on her stomach, one leg spread obscenely, her wrist bound to that same knee, the other bent almost beneath her and tied to both her arm and the ponytail he’d put in her hair, had dragged Lucien back to life. Her whole body was forced to arch ever so slightly by the rope at her middle, giving him the most ass clenchingly perfect view of her gleaming wet pussy.

He wanted to eat it.

That wasn’t part of the game. All Elain could do was writhe, pushing her ass further into the air or shoving herself forward. There was no friction to be had for her. Not unless he willed it. Lucien would see this through, if only for his own arousal and in the aftermath, if Elain let him put her on his face, he’d gladly eat her out until she was too tired to stand.

Lucien took a breath. This was what he’d wanted. Now he had it. Committing the sight of her body to memory, Lucien padded around her. Elain whimpered when he came into her line of sight. Lucien crouched, putting her eye level with his rigid cock as he tested the ropes. She was so fucking gorgeous like this. He wanted to suspend her from the ceiling and bury himself in her throat.

Certain she couldn’t escape, Lucien brushed his fingers over her cheek. “If you want to stop, you know the magic word,” he murmured, both taunt and reminder. If there was more history between them, he might have gagged her and trusted himself not to take it too far. Elain wasn’t ready for that—not yet.

Rubbing his cock in her face just to be a dick, Lucien ran his hand down her smooth back until he reached the swell of her ass cheek. He slapped without warning. Once. Twice. Three times. Elain whimpered when he switched sides, letting the air cool the other for only a moment. He couldn’t help himself, slapping until her entire ass was bright red. Elain writhed but didn’t make him stop, not when he pushed past the five she’d once negotiated. Lucien leaned across her body, his cock poking her in the throat, to bite at the inflamed skin.

She cried out, arching to get away from his teeth. He wanted to leave a little imprint—hard enough to bruise but not break the skin. Eternally grateful Elain didn’t ask him to stop, Lucien leaned in front of her, tilting her head to look up at him.

“I’m going to fuck that little pussy, now,” he told her, pushing his thumb between her lips. “And you’re going to take all of it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, looking up at him with the prettiest pair of eyes he’d ever seen in his entire life. He kissed her despite himself, hoping it felt a little reassuring. Elain kissed him back, still watching even when, unable to resist, he rubbed his cock head against her lips, smearing the precum over them.

She tried to watch as he prowled behind her, sinking to his knees between her spread apart legs. Lucien slapped her ass, hitting the teeth mark with his palm. Elain jerked, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Sliding his fingers over her pussy, Lucien was delighted to find the silken arousal slicked over her.

“Daddy's little whore, hm?” he teased, his voice huskier than he’d meant. Not that Lucien hadn’t been with women who didn’t enjoy being tied up and spanked but usually they had far more experience than Elain did.

Usually they let him do whatever he wanted if it meant they could spend his money.

Lucien plunged into her, gripping her ass as he began to thrust with no preamble or politeness. Her whole body went tight for a moment, clamping around him so hard he grunted loudly. She was so fucking tight—it made Lucien insane everytime he was inside her.

Thrusting like a wild animal, Lucien reached for her throat and pulled her upwards to tug at her earlobes with his teeth.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. You liked being fucked like this? Do you like how rough daddy is?”

“Yes,” she panted, eyes fluttering shut. He didn’t think she could come like this and yet Lucien slowed his pace just enough to make each thrust more spearing than anything. Elain exhaled a breath, letting him squeeze around her windpipe.

Lucien had hoped fucking her earlier would drag this out longer than it was. Elain’s body was starting to flag, her fluttering lashes half exhaustion, half arousal. Pushing her to the brink of enjoyment did nothing for either of them. Lucien let go of his leash, pumping himself until he was teetering on the edge.

He slapped her ass one last time before he fell over, ripped apart in a million shattering pieces. It was like he hadn’t come at all, pouring himself into her until it dripped all over his mat.

He released her quickly, pulling out to begin unbinding her.

“Are you alright?” he murmured, running a hand up her calve. Elain panted.

“Tired,” she admitted softly, curling her legs around her middle as he went to undo that last rope. “But it was good.”

He scooped her up when she was freed, pleased when a slow flush spread over her cheeks. “Too tired for a little more pussy eating?” he asked, hoping his words sounded playful. Her eyes snapped to his face.

“Do you ever get tired?”

“Of you? Not even a little,” he replied easily, closing and locking the door easily behind him.

“Take your wins, Lucien.”

“It’s not a win if you want to come and don’t get to, Elain,” he replied, dropping her back on his bed. “You can get on my face or you can lay back and I’ll do all the work.”

She immediately scooted up the bed and Lucien, delighted, merely lowered himself between her parted thighs.

“Perfect.”

ELAIN:

Arina kept glancing towards Elain squirming in her dinner chair. Furrowing her brow to ask are you alright? Elain could only plaster a bright smile on her face and pretend like her ass wasn’t still aching from Lucien’s hand. After that first little romp in his playroom, Elain had all but begged to do it again…and again…and again. Same position, same scenario. Lucien got rougher each time, forcing his cock into her mouth or making her come around his fingers before he fucked her. He bit her harder, spanked her rougher, until tears slid down her cheeks and her orgasm ripped stars from behind her eyes.

He was building her into taking more like this. The night before break, Lucien had pressed a vibrating toy against her clit and dragged climax after climax from her body while she’d been bound and utterly helpless to stop him.

Three days in their old apartment and then she could see him again. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t given her a thorough assbeating the night before. He’d laughed about it at the time and Elain, so used to fucked into oblivion, hadn’t thought to ask what he found so amusing. She knew now. Elain squirmed through dinner, trying to find a position on the unyielding wood that didn’t make her ache.

Elain didn’t know who was worse—her dad or Arina’s. Arina’s dad was a loser with money and Elain’s dad was just a loser. They came twice a year to assuage their guilt and prove they were good dads but neither could remember their daughters majors and Arina’s dad spent the whole time staring at his phone.

Elain was grateful to see them go, collapsing onto her stomach on the couch with a groan. “What happened to your ass?” Arina burst out, likely loud enough both their parents heard. Elain lifted her head, eyes narrowed.

“Why don’t you text it to my dad next time?” she grumbled. “Lucien Vanserra is what happened to my ass.”

Arina plopped beside Elain, shoving her legs to the floor.

“What’s the deal with you two? It’s been over a month. Is he going to make it official or…”

She snorted. “Not likely. I told you, it’s a friends with benefits sort of thing.”

“Sure,” Arina replied. “Friends with benefits who talk all the time. How many texts has he sent you since you left? Because I had a fuck buddy once and the only texts I ever got were if I was up or wet.”

“Gross,” Elain replied, fishing her phone from her pocket. “And four.”

Arina laughed. “Eris sends me less and we’re…” Elain waited for her to finish that sentence. “Anyway, are they all of his dick or is he just missing you?”

One was. God, Elain couldn’t get over how good Lucien was at taking a picture of his erect penis. He knew exactly how to angle it, getting both his thighs and his abs in frame. She admired it for a moment, well aware she’d send him a faceless nude later on. The other three were just normal texts. Lucien sent her a meme, an update about his day.

Missing you tonight.

Three words. So strangely vulnerable and yet so easily brushed off. If she called him on it, he could say he was missing fucking her—and maybe he was. Maybe she was reading far too much into the text, injecting tone and sentiment where there was none.

And yet it was the text she responded to.

I miss you, too.

It terrified her, putting that I in front of her statement. She was putting herself out there, admitting that she liked him beyond just his really good body. She stared at her screen, waiting for him to respond. To say anything. All the while, Elain managed to carry on a conversation with Arina on their old sofa in their old apartment, sleeping among the things they’d left behind. They technically still lived here for another six months, still paid the rent, still had every right to be there. And with each passing minute that Lucien ignored Elain, she felt less and less guilty for lying to his face and coming back instead of going upstate like she’d told him she was.

Elain told herself there was no way to know if he’d seen it or not. Maybe he’d gone out and his phone was in his pocket. Maybe he was with friends.

Maybe he hadn’t meant for her to read it any type of way and was uncomfortable. That depressed her. Lucien was obviously doing a better job keeping his feelings out of their fucking. It was just…he seemed like he cared. Why else was he always touching her? Reaching out to talk when they weren’t together? Hell, Lucien spent more time with her than Graysen ever had. Granted they were fucking for most of it but not always.

When she had no response by one am, Elain flipped her phone to the nightstand angrily and buried herself in her pillow. Her room, once so busy and comforting, was threadbare and filled with shadows. He’d moved her out and didn’t even have the decency to follow up her message with a winky face? Or an eggplant emoji?

Lucien, she decided, was an asshole.

It lulled her to sleep, at least.

The sound of shattering glass woke her. Elain jerked away, grabbing her still silent phone. Four am. She coughed, shaking out her sleepy body as she stood. The apartment was unusually stuffy for November. Stifling, even. Elain reached for her doorknob only to gasp, yanking her hand back. It was boiling hot.

“Arina?” she called, using her shirt to quickly pull it open. Palm singed, Elain stepped into the hall and into a literal nightmare. Blazing heat was pouring from the balcony into the living room, cutting off the most natural escape. The building was so old that of course there wasn’t a smoke detector or fire alarm though as she tried to get into Arina’s room, Elain heard one of the neighbors pounding on the door for them to get out.

Burying her face in her sleep top, Elain managed to push into Arina’s room. Arina was in bed, curled on her side. Elain went to her friend, shaking her roughly.

“Arina!”

Arina’s eyes fluttered open, immediately watering from the stinging smoke.

“Is the apartment–”

“We need to get out,” Elain said, dragging her out of her bedroom to Elain’s. The window was impossibly small, a sliding glass thing built in the 70’s and their only way onto the fire escape given the door was now blocked.

“God, he’s insane,” Arina called as Elain pulled.

“Who?”

“Jack,” Arina replied, coughing violently. “He warned me. He said…” They trailed off, looking at the bent and broken piece of stair that should have taken them from the fourth to third floor. Rusted away from disuse and time, it created a drop to the ground neither of them were willing to risk.

“We could try the front door,” Arina said, fear replacing her anger. What other choice was there? Ignoring the fact that it was once again Jack putting them both in mortal danger, Elain and Arina lifted their shirts over their noses and half crouched, half crawled through the apartment for the front door. It had been kicked open, likely by a neighbor trying to help.

Elain understood, as they poured through the smoke into the smoggy hall, why someone had done that. A pole was snapped in half and tossed across the hall, big enough to lodge itself in the frame and keep them from opening up and escaping. Arina saw it too, grabbing Elain’s upper arm as they darted down the stairs.

They were the last ones out. The guys across the hall were pacing in the street as the firetruck rolled up. When they saw Elain and Arina stumble out, their faces crumpled with visible relief.

“We tried to wake you,” the brunette, whose name Elain had never bothered to learn, much to her shame, told her. He put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing. It was all she could do but nod her gratitude.

“What started it?” Arina asked, sliding to the curb. She knew who. Just not what.

“Smelled like gas,” one of the other guys told her helpfully. “Someone probably pissed with the landlord. I know this place sucked but the rent was cheap.”

Arina opened her mouth to reply and was never given the chance. A blur of red and black streaked from behind her, pulling her off the grass and into his body.

Eris had come.

Dread filled Elain’s stomach.

Lucien wouldn’t be far behind.

LUCIEN:

Lucien stepped into his office like it was any other day, staring at his phone.

I miss you, too.

His heart had leapt into his throat when he’d seen that message…and it scared him so badly he’d promptly ignored her. All night, Lucien hadn’t slept a wink, debating if he should shut that down or lean into it. After all, Elain wasn’t Jess. She wasn’t trying to hurt him. She seemed so earnest and sweet and Lucien liked her more than he wanted to admit.

Deciding to ignore his better instincts, Lucien shot back a very quick, early morning text message.

Thinking about you–can I send you breakfast?

The message bounced back undelivered. Lucien tried a second and a third time before he let himself feel anxiety. Was she just done? Had she waited for him to respond and, irritated, just blocked him? It was well within her right to do it and yet Lucien thought he’d die if he never got to see or talk to her again.

He’d send Eris over to assess the mood, he decided. He called his brother, who answered on the second ring.

“What?” Eris snapped.

“Can you go check on Elain? Her phone is off.”

“It’s probably ruined, given that fucking fire.”

Lucien’s whole body went icy cold. “Fire?”

“Did you know the girls were staying at the old apartment this weekend?” Eris sounded murderous despite his quiet voice. Lucien stood immediately, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and striding from his office.

“They were out of town—”

“In town,” Eris interrupted. “Literally half a mile away.”

Lucien couldn’t make sense of it. “Why lie?”

He could practically hear Eris grinding his teeth on the other end. “Her dad was in town and she—she didn’t want him to meet me.”

Lucien couldn’t make sense of anything Eris was saying. “Why would she want you to meet her dad? She doesn’t like you—”

“You know what Lucien? Go fuck yourself. Elain didn’t want you to meet her dad, either.”

That made sense, though it stung all the same. “Is she okay?”

“No. She spent the whole night crying in her room, not that you give a shit.”

“Sorry I’m not stalking Elain. Has it occurred to you that Arina might like you better if—” Eris hung up the phone before Lucien could finish that sentence. It was for the best. Lucien wouldn’t have done himself any favors with his elder brother if he’d finished. It took Lucien ten minutes to get from his office to the Starlight and another two to get from his car into the living room of the penthouse. The whole place smelled faintly of smoke, the origin easy enough to guess when he saw the discarded clothes in the trash.

Arina’s door was closed firmly, likely hiding his brother just behind. Carefully, Lucien opened Elains. She was sprawled face first into the pillow, sheets tangled around her legs and fuck him, she was wearing one of the shirts he’d left behind. Her mass of hair was damp from the shower still, her face too pale, too pinched to make him think she was sleeping well.

Lucien kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair before sliding into bed beside her, gathering her up. He was in so much fucking trouble and he knew it. This crossed some tangible line he could step back over. He wasn’t just blurring the lines of friends and lovers, he was destroying it altogether.

Pushing hair out of her face, Lucien remembered how Jess had ground him into nothing. Less than dust, a husk of a man too broken down to even drag himself into the shower. He’d sworn he’d never do it again. She’d never loved him, only what he could give her. This was too risky, had too much potential to wreck him again.

Elain opened her eyes, relief flooding her expression. She twined her arms around his neck, burying her face into his chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see your message,” he said, ever the liar. “When you didn’t respond, I…”

“It’s okay,” she breathed, clutching him tight. God, but she was so sweet. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“I did miss you,” he whispered, the truth of the matter. Kissing the top of her head, Lucien held her close. “Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t want you to worry,” was her even response. “I’m sorry.”

Lucien decided to shrug it off in favor of letting her fall asleep in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest. When she was well and truly gone, Lucien carefully rolled her off him and pulled out his phone, if only to cancel his meetings. He felt helpless and a little stupid. Stupid for ignoring her, stupid for having these feelings to start with.

Trapped beneath her body, Lucien could do nothing but stare blankly at the wall. Sometime early that morning, he managed to get the remote off her side table without waking her and turned on the television. A movie distracted him until she woke up close to noon. Sleepy and warm, Elain blinked up at him with sweet surprise.

“You’re still here,” she murmured. His chest clenched.

“Still here,” he agreed. “Get up. We have things I want to do today.”

“Like what?” she breathed, leaning forward with a sultry expression. Lucien chuckled.

“You lied to me,” he whispered, lips ghosting her own. “And if you want to be fucked, you’ll be daddys best girl and get dressed so I can take you out.”

Elain groaned. “Lucien–”

“What did I just say?” he replied in warning. Elain kicked the blankets off her body with a scowl.

“Yeah, yeah. Good girls get their pussy’s eaten but maybe I want to be spanked.”

“It’s not a punishment if you like it,” he reminded her. “Maybe I’ll hang you upside down and make you suck my cock.”

The heated look on her face told Lucien he was going to absolutely do that and Elain, lips pressed together, was saying nothing because she hoped he did.

“Can we set a budget, at least,” Elain asked, dressed too cute in a lavender and white dress he’d bought her. He’d watched her shimmy into the silky, lacy underthings he’d also given her, and was too tempted to get on his knees, hook her knee over his shoulder, and eat her out until she cried actual tears.

“What?” he asked breathlessly. “A budget?”

“Like, a thousand dollars or less–”

Lucien laughed. Crossing the room, Lucien held her face in his hands. “Be good for me, baby.”

“Lucien–”

“That’s not what I asked,” he repeated softly. “I’ll spend my money however I like.”

Any other woman would let him. He didn’t understand why he had to beg her when anyone else would have just expected this exchange. Elain’s look of reproach did nothing for his half hard cock.

“I don’t like how you always get what you want,” she whispered.

Lucien only smiled.

“One day I’ll let you tie me up, babe.”

“And spank you?”

He offered her a soft kiss. “I sure fucking hope so.”

ELAIN:

Elain sucked in a deep breath, steadied by Lucien’s broad, warm hand. They were in the lobby of one of the nicest hotels in the city, standing beneath a chandelier that was at least a century old. Elain was wearing nothing that was truly hers—everything, from the pretty pearl pins pulling the curls from her face to the white heeled shoes on her feet had been purchased gleefully by Lucien the day before.

This was a work party or function, something that required him to be in his nicest suit, hair tied off his handsome, chiseled face. Elain allowed him to lead her across the immaculate marble floors for the elevator that took them up the glass windowed ballroom converted into a dining space, though there was still plenty of space for dancing.

She didn’t know anyone and Lucien, of course, knew everyone. The moment they stepped from the hall into the ballroom, people were practically lining up to talk with him. Elain learned two things standing beside him—the first was Lucien was very funny. He made easy jokes, occasionally at his own expense, that made everyone feel seen and special.

The other was that no matter what Lucien said about their arrangement, he liked her very much. She’d expected him to make up some lie about how he met her or at least, downplay her importance. Instead, Lucien introduced her to everyone as his girlfriend, Elain Archeron. The first time had been jarring, especially when he’d accompanied it by a very real explanation of what she did—full time college senior—and how they’d met—roasting him for the college paper.

Not everyone found it charming, of course, but Lucien didn’t care.

And that made Elain like him all the more. Too much, she thought with a thudding heart. More than she was ever supposed to, which was a problem given how much time they were spending together and how much he’d already given her. Elain was teetering on the edge. If she got out right then and there, he would always be a fun what if. She’d look back on their time fondly, her heart safe and unbruised.

If she let it go on another month she’d fall in love with him and he’d shatter her like glass. She didn’t want to leave him, and that was the problem. With every passing second, Elain knew deep down that she had to, in the car or back at his place before she ever let him tie her up like he’d been talking about doing all day.

Give him back his things, move out of the Starlight, and get on with her life again.

“Elain Archeron, huh?” a womans voice cut through Elain’s miserable planning. She’d stepped away from Lucien to walk to the balcony. Leaning beneath hanging, twinkling lights, Elain had been staring out at the city, her body braced against the smooth ivory railing. “I’m Jess.” Elain looked at her blankly. The woman was stunning, utterly beautiful in a backless blood red dress. Her dark hair fell in immaculately curled waves, glossy beneath the overhead lights. She clicked her nails over the railing, waiting for Elain to say something.

“Hi,” Elain finally said, deciding she was certain she’d never met this woman before. Doubly so when Jess reached over to touch the dangling earrings hanging from her ears.

“Lucien’s been bragging about you all night,” she said, watching Elain carefully. “I remember when he bought me those earrings. It’s fun, isn’t it? Until it’s not, of course.”

Elain opened her mouth before closing it. She had no idea how to respond to Jess. Jess only smiled, looking over her shoulder at Lucien, standing tall just by the bar, surrounded by a semi-circle of friends. He was so impossibly handsome. A dream, really. A man who had done this all before and would do it all again.

“Did he buy you a car? What did you end up with?” Jess asked, as if the whole thing was amusing and not breaking Elain’s heart. Elain swallowed. Jess was so beautiful—if she couldn’t make things work with Lucien, what chance did Elain have?

“Excuse me,” Elain all but whispered. She needed to put distance between her and Jess before she was caught crying on the balcony over a man who didn’t want her the way she wanted him. Elain’s mind forced her to imagine Lucien and Jess together—it was easy enough, given how Jess looked like a supermodel and Lucien, well…

“Hey,” Graysen Nolan’s voice cut through Elain’s tormented thoughts. Hands on her bare arms, he was smiling at her. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

She exhaled, strangely relieved to see a familiar face.

“You look miserable,” he added conspiratorially. “Me too. These things are boring, right? Just a bunch of important, rich people shaking hands and congratulating themselves on being important and rich.”

They both glanced back where Lucien was indeed shaking someone's hand with a smile. Graysen slid his hand over her back, drawing her attention back to him. “Have you eaten? They have the most amazing little cookies.”

“I haven’t,” she admitted, letting him lead her through the crowd of people towards a long table filled with food made in miniature. She smiled without meaning to and Graysen caught it.

“There she is. I was wondering if you’d smile.”

Elain glanced up. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” he asked, grabbing a cookie and holding it in front of her lips. Elain raised her hand, palm raised, until Graysen begrudgingly gave it to her. She wasn’t going to let her ex-boyfriend feed her regardless of how sad and small she felt.

“You ignored my text,” he added.

“My apartment caught on fire,” she told him. “I don’t have a phone.”

“Oh shit,” Graysen said, running his hand down his face. “I mean, I knew that place was a shithole but…did you lose much?”

She only shrugged, trying so hard not to compare Lucien’s genuine concern to Graysen’s.

“Where are you staying? Is Arina alright?”

“Yeah. We’re in a hotel for now–”

“Let me put you up,” Graysen said, reminding her he had a really nice apartment downtown with a spare bedroom. She was sure he was offering her the spare hoping she’d get back in his, and

Elain didn’t know how she felt about that. Or any of this, to be honest. She was spared from answering by a familiar hand sliding up her spine. Lucien had seen and decided he’d had enough. Graysen’s easy expression curled with irritation.

“Nolan,” Lucien all but crooned. It was like watching two dogs fight over a piece of meat. She turned to look, angry at the smug expression on Lucien’s face.

She’s mine.

It was only for show.

“Vanserra,” Graysen all but spat. Elain sighed.

“Excuse me,” she said to them both, slipping out of Lucien’s grasp. She made her way to the doors, unlatching her clutch to call Arina. She’d have her friend pick her up in the lobby and take her home—she could break up with Lucien in the morning.

She almost made it to the elevator before Lucien caught her. “What’s wrong?” he asked, eyes searching her face.

“I…” God, Elain didn’t want to say it. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her stomach drowning in dread. Behind her, the elevator doors chimed as someone stepped out of them and quicker than he could catch, Elain darted in just behind. She was nearly free when his large hand slammed between the doors, pushing it back open.

All Lucien’s amusement was gone. She backed up against the wall as he stepped in, presence imposing. The doors closed behind him and Lucien, in one swift movement, stopped the elevator from moving up or down.

“What’s going on, Elain?” he whispered in that tone that told her he was about to tell her to get on her knees. She’d do it, too. She hated knowing that more than anything.

Squaring her shoulders, Elain said, “I met Jess.”

Lucien laughed. “Yeah? Is that what this is about?”

He closed the gap between them, one hand braced on the mirrored wall behind her.

“Are you jealous, baby?”

“She asked me what kind of car you bought me? Said she had the same pair of earrings,” Elain whispered. “Sounds like you do this often.”

Lucien lowered his mouth. He was so sure this would work in his favor. “I don’t. You weren’t the only one jealous tonight.”

He fingered the earrings hanging from her lobes, studying them carefully. “You picked these out, not me.”

“Does she have a matching pair?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. If she did, it’s only because you have good taste and not because I have pre-selected pieces I give to everyone. You certainly don’t have the same car.”

And Elain, who couldn’t deny for even a second that she wasn’t absurdly jealous of Jess, asked, “What kind of car did she get?”

Lucien smiled. “I hardly remember the make and model of a car from five years ago. I’ll tell you one thing, though. It was expensive.”

“Well how nice for her,” Elain retorted, shoving at his chest.

“I like you like this,” Lucien said, his lips sliding over her jaw.

“Stop it,” Elain said, eyes fluttering shut. “You do not.”

“You, jealous over—”

“I want to end things.”

Lucien drew back all at once, his once easy expression replaced with open panic. “What?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” Elain said, her heart thumping in her chest. “I think it’s best if we just call it quits here.”

“Why?”

God, he was going to make her say it. It was too humiliating to admit and yet Lucien looked as wrecked as she felt in that moment. Some miserable, hopeful part of her wanted to tell him just in case he felt the same.

“Why, Elain?” he asked again.

She swallowed the urge to burst into tears. “I ah…I didn’t mean to, I just…”

He was hanging on her every word.

“I have feelings for you and—”

Lucien had his mouth over hers before she could finish getting the words out. Body pressed to the glass behind her, it was all she could do but cling to him. He was kissing her like his life depended on it, like she was the very air he breathed. Elain could hear her heart pounding in her ears desperately, her once anxious, leaden stomach light with butterflies. He was kissing her.

They broke apart messily, still holding the other close.

“Feelings?” he whispered, kissing her again before she could answer that question. He had his body against her own, rubbing over and over until Elain barely remembered what they’d been talking about in the first place.

She ran her fingertips over his lightly stubbled jaw. He had to say it back or this was going nowhere. Eyes locked, she parted her lips to just ask if he felt the same.

“I have feelings, too,” he said before she ever got the words out. “Don’t go. When I said you were my girlfriend, I meant that.”

“You weren’t going to ask?” she whispered, letting him kiss her again.

“I’m asking right now,” was his ridiculous response. Lucien reached behind him, restarting the elevator. “Say yes so I can fuck you in my car.”

“Who says romance is dead,” Elain laughed, kissing him again and again, her tongue sliding against his own until he was moaning softly, holding her so tightly that if he’d yanked up her dress and started fucking her right then and there, she would have let him.

The doors pulled open and Lucien backed away, his eyes dark and expectant…and hopeful.

“Of course I will,” she said, extending her hand.

Lucien smiled.

LUCIEN:

True to his word, he’d fucked Elain in the parking lot, sliding the seat as far back at is would go and unbuttoning his pants just enough to get his aching cock out of his pants. She’d ridden him like it was her job and Lucien had to admit that fucking her felt a lot better knowing she wanted him.

Wanted him.

That was his real kink, he suspected.

Though what he was doing now was a very close second. Elain was suspended in the air, carefully tied to keep any one point from supporting the majority of her weight. He could spin her around if he liked, though she’d begged him not to. Her pussy was spread, though, and Lucien could have fucked her again if he wanted.

He’d promised to make her suck his cock. That was what Elain asked for and whatever Elain wanted, Elain could have. He ran his fingers over the knotted ropes criss-crossing over her body, halting when he reached her perky tits.

“This is a punishment,” he said, ever the liar. Elain wanted it, he wanted it, the only punishment was standing so still with his needy cock in his hand when he could already be in his mouth. Elain teased him about how much time he wasted speaking to her, but for Lucien, he liked knowing that she was fully on board before he just plunged into her throat. Especially now that she was his girlfriend.

“What did you do wrong, baby?” he asked, certain she couldn’t guess. He almost wanted her to try.

Elain, still wearing a face of flawless make-up and so she faced the ground, peered up at him with wide, sultry eyes. “I don’t know, daddy.”

“Why were you talking to Graysen?” he asked, catching her irritation flash over her face. She wasn’t the only one who’d been jealous. He’d seen Graysen lift that little cookie to her lips, hand watched how he expected her to just open. All Lucien had been able to think about was how he’d done that a million times before and had success. Jealousy flared through his chest.

“Because you were ignoring—” he smacked her ass before she could finish that sentence. Her whole body jerked against the ropes.

“If you’re going to act like that, I’m going to put you on a leash and keep you at my feet,” he warned, like he hadn’t been rocking a semi just from showing her off to all the jealous fucks he had to do business with. He’d seen how their eyes slid all over her body, wondering what she was like in bed.

He pinched her nose and Elain made a nice show of refusing to open her mouth for a solid ten seconds before sticking out her tongue to take him. Lucien groaned without meaning to, considering that maybe tonight was the wrong time to play this game when all he really wanted to do was eat her out and then watch trashy television in bed.

It was easy to move her on him, make her suck him down until she gagged. Saliva pooled in her mouth and with each new suck, it dripped down her chin and onto the floor. Lucien was fascinated by the sight.

He held her head in his hands, dragging her over and over his sensitive flesh until Lucien was humming with arousal. He couldn’t pretend he had any control, not when he wanted to come so badly. Lucien pulled her roughly against him, nose buried in the coarse, copper hair trailing over his abdomen, and poured him into her throat with a near violent jerk.

Elain had no choice but to let him, give her hands were bound behind her back. Mascara ran down her cheeks, eyes burning with tears. When he pulled himself out of her, she inhaled a desperate breath of air.

“You do that so well,” he praised, adjusting the rope so she could stand on her feet. It would take him a moment to unbind her and he didn’t want to leave her suspended in the air longer than he had to. “You’re such a good girl. My good girl,” he added, working quickly to untie her.

“That was good,” she told him, rubbing her wrists when she was freed. “But maybe a special occasion sort of thing. Like Christmas or your birthday.”

Lucien kissed her before dropping to his knees to finish undoing the rest of his knots. “Whenever you want,” he swore. He wasn’t in love with hanging her from the ceiling. Not when he had a swing so readily available that would let her sit so nicely spread apart while he held a vibrator against her clit.

Her skin had little red imprints from where the rope had been tied, painting a rather lovely picture against her otherwise flawless skin. Lucien wondered when in the relationship he could ask to take a picture of that sort of thing, if only to give himself something to stare at in his more boring meetings.

He had one already, tucked away carefully. Elain had sent it earlier in, back when they were both still pretending this was nothing at all. He didn’t know how she’d managed that perfect shot of her pretty, pink pussy and her pert, bouncy tits, her headless body illuminated under soft lighting but Lucien thought about it at least ten times a day.

He thought he would have rather died than ever be forced to delete it.

Lucien had her back in his bed, spread out for his liking before she knew what was happening. Just as he liked it. Lucien indulged, taking his time until she was trembling with need, holding his head against her body and begging him to let her finish. Lucien relented only to see her whole body jerk upwards as Elain came without her usual quiet compliance that he demanded of her. Sometimes it was nice to just let her be, to see how she was when she was unbidden and needy.

Lucien crawled up her body, pulling her against him as she panted, hand resting between her breasts. Her skin was rosy and flushed, every inch of her stunning. Lucien stroked a finger up and down her arm while Elain settled herself, nuzzling close like she always did. There were no barriers this time, nothing artificially keeping them apart. He let himself hold her tight, hidden beneath the blanket.

“What happened with you and Jess?” Elain asked as Lucien had begun flipping through his phone for something to watch.

“Vo–”

“Don’t you dare,” she threatened. “I want to know.”

He sighed. “I was in love with her and she was in love with my credit card. When I wanted something more serious, she ended things for someone else.”

“Oh,” Elain breathed, pressing a kiss to his bare chest. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “Worked out for me. Now I have you in my bed—”

“I don't want your money,” she reminded him for what must have been the millionth time. Lucien smiled.

“Yes, babe. I am well aware of how you feel about my generosity.”

“If she was only interested in money, why keep buying women things? Isn’t that a self-fulfilling prophecy?”

Lucien turned on the television. “In the right circumstances, no. I like giving you things. I’d give you a lot more if you’d let me. A credit card, maybe?”

She wrinkled her nose. “No offense, Lucien, but I think less would be perfectly fine.”

He chuckled. “In your dreams, baby girl. In your fucking dreams.”

“I hope you know that this isn’t about money for me,” Elain murmured, twisting so she was looking up at him. “It’s about your body. I—”

He slid his fingers beneath the blankets, tickling until Elain was gasping and breathless and begging him for mercy.

“Okay, okay,” she breathed, shoving him off her. “I like you for a lot of reasons. Your good looks don’t hurt, though.”

Lucien pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You forgot to mention my big dick.”

“I’m trying to forget it,” she grumbled. “Given what it did to my throat tonight.”

God he was so stupid and happy. Rubbing his thumb over the column of her throat, Lucien murmured, “I wish I could say I’m sorry.”

Elain—funny, perfect, beautiful Elain—smiled. “I saw some of those toys in there. Maybe I’ll bruise you up nice and good, too.”

His whole body went tight at the suggestion. “Are you going to peg me, Elain?”

“This is why we never get anything done,” she complained, letting him roll her over so his body was pinning hers back to the bed. Lucien didn’t care, kissing the side of her jaw hotly. He was aroused at the thought and needed to do something about it or he’d never sleep.

“You’re the one talking about pegging me,” he whispered, hand sliding up and down her stomach. “What did you think was going to happen?”

“Is that something you want?”

Lucien kissed her again, tongue meeting her own so she could taste the arousal still clinging to his skin.

“Yes,” he whispered without an ounce of shame.

“And if I wanted to tie you up like you did to me. Ass in the air,” she breathed, pushing his hair off his face.

“You’d have to learn how to tie a knot,” he replied, well aware his voice was far too sensual. It didn’t help that Elain was currently arching her body into his, fingers skimming the sides of his still naked skin.

“I’m a quick study,” she promised. Lucien was lost in the fantasy of himself tied up, wholly subjected to Elain’s whims. He could both imagine her as incredibly mean and demanding and giggling over him the entire time, too afraid to use the paddle the way it ought to be. He’d never let anyone touch him that way—not even Jess.

He’d let her.

Lucien would give anything Elain asked for, a shame considering just how little she seemed to want. Just him. Lucien wasn’t used to that, didn’t know how to deal with Elain wanting him, stripped of his name, his wealth. He wasn’t sure what was beneath the veneer of the image he projected, who lay behind the mask he’d worn his whole life.

Lucien slid himself back in her with a ragged exhale of air. He wasn’t even sure if he could come, not after what she’d done in the car and then in the rope. He liked the closeness, like being able to feel her heartbeat pulsating against his skin. Lucien rolled his hips, his mouth back on hers.

She was so soft, so sweet.

His.

It took Lucien a moment to realize he wasn’t fucking her with his usual ferocity. He kept his pace slow, unhurried. Lucien had no experience with this, using his body to convey the emotion he was so bad at communicating with his mouth. It wasn’t like caring for someone was new for him, but having those feelings reciprocated was.

Elain, arching into him, her nails running up and down his back, had genuine feelings. Lucien was kissing her with his eyes open, watching her every little movement, every expression with complete awe. How had he ever thought Jess felt the same? He could see it, just like he’d seen it when they’d been standing in that elevator.

Lucien could see it all in his head, playing out like a softly filtered film. He could love this woman. He wanted to. And if he loved her, he’d marry her. Share his life with her, if she wanted it. And God, he wanted it in that moment. Even the possibility was enough to drive him forward, to hold her against him until they were both panting and breathless, mere moments from falling apart.

He didn’t question who he’d become—the sort of man who got off to the thought of falling in love.

Lucien merely let himself drop off that precipice.

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For Once

Basically this is a vent-comfort concept that is based around the idea that some of the slashers probably would’ve benefitted from someone just...being there? Like to comfort them, actually care about them. And this is purely for my own comfort, I am mega projecting here. I’m doing Bo in this one, it was going to be several but I made it too long. I might to more of the slashers if I feel like it.

(Content Warning; Yelling, child abuse, toxic households, dissociation.) Angst, hurt comfort.

The brunet boy curled into a ball on the floor. Only thirteen but already dealing with so much. He blinked back tears, refusing to let them fall, lest he show an example of weakness. Bo flinched when a door slammed downstairs, noises always seemed to carry in this house, despite how large it was. He looked at his wrists, bleeding again, reopened wounds stinging and sore. Victor & Trudy argued downstairs about him, his behavior. Neither were on his side. Bo looked at his window, it faced out onto the tiny town of Ambrose, the sun had already set by then. He stood up from the hardwood and stood near the glass, eyes settling on a little house that rested behind the gas station. Bo flinched again as Trudy screeched. Vincent was being kept awake, no doubt, and he didn’t even want to think about how baby Lester was handling it. He couldn’t even remember what he did this time, it always blurred at this point. Bo glanced at the siding of the house, gaging a plan he’d never done before. He looked at his wounded wrists before huffing, unlatching his window and pushing it open.

It was rather cold for a Summer night, but humid despite the breeze. Bo swallowed as he held a death grip on the edge of his window, carefully edging himself on the outside of his house. Aiming to grab a tree branch so he could essentially swing to the ground. He cursed between clenched teeth when he slipped a little. He took it slow, eventually managing to get a grip on the tree limb, which he quickly moved his other hand to grasp. Though he fell to the ground, the branch acted as a swing, allowing him to slow his fall and land on his feet. His hands hurt by then end of it but that wasn’t anything new.

Bo looked at his house and then back down to Ambrose. He huffed and began making his way down the hill, trying to keep a low profile until he was certain his parents wouldn’t be able to see him from the windows. Dressed only in some loose jeans littered with holes, a thrifted band tee twice his size, and his busted up boots. Bo hissed when the cold wind blew against the cuts on his wrists. He sported a new bruise on his face as well, he could still taste the metallic sensation of his father’s blood when he bit at Victor’s hand. It wasn’t something Bo necessarily intended, more reflex than anything else. The teen broke into a slight jog, his line of sight only illuminated from the few street lights Ambrose had. He slowed down once he was close to the tiny house. Ambrose didn’t have many houses near the town itself. Rather, some scattered homes around the town. Like a trailer park with buildings and a shopping center in the middle. But he knew one person in town, one that he actually cared to talk to, at least.

The brunet stopped in front of it. He took a deep breath before approaching it, going up the two concrete steps. Bo chewed on his lower lip as he wondered what to do. After some deliberation, he let out an anxious sigh and knocked, not too loud though. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there. It probably wasn’t all that long, but it felt like forever, feeling the welt on his cheekbone growing more sore. His chest & throat hurt from screaming and a random pain occurred in his left knee, he probably knocked it on something in the scuffle. He jumped slightly when he heard the deadbolt clatter against the inside of the door, heart thumping rapidly. He silently prayed it wasn’t their mother. Their mother never liked him much.

Y/N cracked the door slightly, tiredly observing who was in front of them. They sighed and opened it fully, rubbing their face sleepily. “Bo? What’re you doin’ here?” Voice scratchy and quiet from being pulled from sleep so suddenly. Bo opened his mouth, then he shut it when he couldn’t come up with a good answer. He didn’t need to anyway. Y/N gasped softly when they processed the red on his wrists, the goosebumps from the cold, and the darkening skin on his right cheekbone. He averted his gaze in shame. “Bo...” They whispered sympathetically. He didn’t look at them, but he did allow them to gently pull him inside by the front of his shirt. His body didn’t feel completely like his own, more like he was controlling from a distance, making his limbs move slower than he wanted. Lethargically meandering to his friend’s guidance towards the bathroom. He blinked at bright light when they flipped it on. Bo’s reaction times were lowered so, they carefully guided him to sit down. He sat their with a blank expression as they grabbed the first aid kit.

Y/N had done this before. Too many times for their liking. Bo had a habit of getting battered & bruised, be it in fights he started or not. It never sat right with Y/N but there was little they could do, really. All they could manage was to try and give Bo & his brothers some peace. They cleaned his wrists with delicate movements, he barely flinched, too out of it to register much. What was really about fifteen minutes felt like a few seconds before Bo’s attention was called back by their voice. “Do you want an ice pack?” They asked. Bo swallowed, shaking his head once he processed the question. He wasn’t talking but he never did when he got like this. Y/N threw the trash away before they took Bo’s hand by his two fingers, bringing him to stand, then leading him out of the room. The teen’s boots slid across the floor until they reached Y/N’s small room. Normally, when Bo found himself here, he’d make a joke. Always something sexual. Y/N always took them lightheartedly.

He looked at them when the called for his attention again. “No boots on the bed, big guy. You know this.” They said softly. Bo blinked before nodding tiredly. Y/N moved the blankets and settled on the mattress, watching him sit on the edge. His fingers lazily fumbled with the laces until he managed to undo them. He looked up & over once they were off. They sighed, opening their arms expectantly. Bo bit the inside of his cheek but moved to them, despite a feeling of shame settle over his shoulders. He hated being vulnerable. Y/N hugged him immediately, ensuring not to use too much pressure at first. Sometimes Bo showed up with bruises they couldn’t see. He settled his head on their shoulder. “You’re alright, Bo, okay? I got you. It’s gonna be fine.” They whispered. Like a sedative, Bo fell against them with all his weight. They made no effort to push him off, rather settled so he could lay more comfortably against them. Continuing to give soft words of encouragement and gentle hushes, petting his hair carefully. He was exhausted in more ways than one. “It’s okay, Bo. I promise.” The boy sighed and let his eyes close, loosely returning the hug. He felt them kiss the top of his skull, something he would’ve usually revolted against. He didn’t have the energy to act tough right now, he didn’t want too, even if it made him feel pathetic. Bo focused instead on their steady heartbeat & gentle reassurances. Whether he deserved it or not, it was helping. It was calm for once. Quiet. He wasn’t fighting, he wasn’t protecting, he wasn’t in the middle of a war zone. This was what home was supposed to feel like. Safe, warm, comforting. He’d never be able to work up the bravery to set his pride aside and admit he enjoyed moments like this. But he would always be grateful for it each time he got the opportunity to do this.

To feel okay for once.

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Don’t Tell Mama - #452

After a long and lovely soak in the hot tub, where Ed had filled him in on everything that had happened with his auntie, they had both agreed that a quiet evening on the balcony was definitely in order. The only thing left to do was go out and get some food.

Stede had left Ed playing some kind of join-the-gems game on his phone and headed out into town to find something portable to eat.

When he came back, nearly an hour later, he was surprised to hear Ed’s voice talking to someone when he opened the door.

“Yeah, no, we need to add at least one more.”

“I’ll run through your list.” That sounded suspiciously like Izzy Hands. “See if anyone’s still free.”

Stede stooped to unlace his shoes, stepping out of them, and trotted across the room to peer out onto the balcony. Ed was sitting at the table, a scatter of scrap paper around him, scribbling down notes, his phone lying on the tabletop beside him.

“Evening, love,” he said. “What are we doing?”

“Working,” Izzy replied succinctly from speakerphone.

Ed looked up with an apologetic grin. “We were catching up and I realised I forgot to sort out a line-up officially for our big re-opening.”

“Oh! Shit!” Stede pulled up the other chair. “We did! Is it too late? Are we fucked?”

Izzy snorted. “We’ve got a solid crew. Even without impressive guests we can pull together a fucking epic opener.”

We, Stede thought happily. “Well, that’s good. We left matters in very capable hands, didn’t we, Ed? Wonderful work, Israel.”

Ed shot him a crooked grin when Izzy sputtered and swore. “I’ll let you go, man,” he said. “We’ve got dinner.”

“I’ll let you know how I get on,” Izzy said and hung up without so much as a farewell.

“He really doesn’t grasp the concept of manners, does he?” Stede said, lifting the bags of takeaway up onto the table.

“He can when he wants to,” Ed replied, gathering up the pile of scrappy notes into a heap to make space for the boxes. He gratefully grabbed one of the boxes, peeling off the lid and making a delighted noise at the pile of steaming pasta.

“And you caught him up on today?” Stede guessed, opening his own chicken and rice box. “It’s awful early for him to be up.”

“Mm.” Scooping up forkfuls of pasta, Ed nodded, mouth full. “Told me I could phone him.”

They both munched in silence for a bit and Stede kept a thoughtful eye on him. Izzy was a rough and abrasive kind of person, but there was no doubt that he cared for Ed in his own particular way. For example, inviting Ed to call him at 5am in the morning when they all knew Izzy was grumpy as standard but before 10am, he could be downright murderous. And that Ed could lean on him in ways Stede didn’t quite understand.

“Did Izzy know your mum well?” he asked after a while. “If she was at the opening of the Queen Anne?”

That made Ed slow down his impression of a vacuum with his spaghetti. “Yeah.” He prodded the fork around in the box, collecting up some more of the pasta and sauce. “We had a flat together for a bit, when she wasn’t well. All of us. Somewhere a bit bigger. Couldn’t afford it on my own, but with Iz…” He stirred the fork in a circle and glanced up at Stede. “He didn’t know everything that happened, but he knew enough. Knew I’d be all fucked up over it.”

Stede considered this from every angle, all the little pieces of the Izzy Hands puzzle, and especially why he and Ed were so steadfastly loyal to each other.

“So, what you’re telling me is that he is in fact a big soft grumpy Gus.”

Ed, who had made the mistake of putting some food in his mouth, very nearly sprayed it all over the table, choking on a laugh. “I wanna tell him you said that,” he said between coughs, thumping his chest. “Get it on a t-shirt.”

“Well, I’m right,” Stede pointed out. “He might stamp and huff all the time, but he does the best he can for the people he cares about.”

“Yeah,” Ed said with a small but warm smile. He looked tired, still so tired, but much calmer than he had. Perhaps talking to Izzy, talking to someone who knew some of the details but from a safe distance, had helped too. “You’re stuck with him too now.”

Stede started to demur, but then Izzy had been the one to have Lucius check on him. He had been his usual prickly self about it, but he had made the contact happen.

He smiled down at his dinner. “Well,” he said, “it’s been quite a week for ever expanding families, hasn’t it?”

Ed offered his free hand. “Yeah.”

He took Ed’s hand at once. “And we’re going to be okay?” He didn’t know why it was a question, but it really was a lot of epiphanies and revelations to be having in a very short space of time.

“We’re going to be fucking incredible,” Ed promised, squeezing his fingers.

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Pancho’s Myopic Movie Review - I : AMERICAN PSYCHO

Part I: The Best Comedy - Funnier than the Exorcist!

So, I wanted to start this blog with a bang. Picture, if you will, a young man freshly relieved of his husbandly duties due to a sudden and rather untimely change in emotions on the part of his now ex-wife who thought it no better than to disappear in the middle of the night with a doctor who drives sports cars and eats lobster on a private jet. And who would you guess was left on the side of the road waiting to be picked up from work by the same now ex-wife who absconded with the family jewels and flown off to god knows where to ease her troubled soul? That would be me, your dear humble narrator JP Pancho who walked home in the the dead of night because he couldn’t afford an Uber. Such was my dismay that I found myself in a deep, dark bottomless hole of hate, self reflection, and bitter loathing. However, I was not to stay there too long, no my brothers, for I had bills to pay, you see. The landlord isn’t too kind to those who can’t pay his rent, and my time of mourning was at an end a mere week later.

It just so happened that I managed to land myself back on my feet as a car salesman three states away, as many divorcees often find themselves. At that dealership I noticed many things. I made it a mission to be as honest of a salesman I could be, even taking risks to ensure that cars were properly maintained and checked before selling them to the customer. There was a singular instance when the manager made me sell a car with a broken axle, a large metal gash on the driver and rear passenger side door, and an inside that looked like a small child had exploded into molecular chunks all over the cloth upholstery. I took steps to ensure that the car was adequately repaired and safe to drive, even taking a major cut in pay to ensure the customer was taken care of, despite the protestations of my manager, because I thought, the world could use a few more honest salesmen, and I, your dear humble narrator, wanted to be one of the good guys.

All the while, I saw around me the excess of capitalism - drugs, sex, and unscrupulous manipulation of lesser minds who couldn’t grasp the concept of someone shaking your hand with a soulless grin in one while snatching your pocketbook with another. I’d hear stories of how people would come to them, on hands and knees thanking them for their “honest” dealings and getting them such a good deal only to hear the minute they walked out the doors and drove away, “I ripped the bastard off fourteen grand” on a car that will just be repossessed to the dealership and sold again three months later - their credit, to kindly put it, was “shit.”

This is the horror of middle class America - the American horror story of our common man taking advantage of the one thing all Americans need in order to function on a daily basis in our great experimental American democracy… the singular need for a car.

When I eventually quit that job and moved back home to family and started work in the Menagerie, I happened to reconnect with an old friend who invited me out for a night of tomfoolery and shenanigans. Through the cigarette smoke and clatter of beer bottles over the cacophony of deadbeat local musicians strumming away at the three power chords they could remember, I heard my ol’ chum utter the four words I wanted to hear all evening, “wanna watch American Psycho?”

My heart skipped a beat, I swooned at the thought of leaving that noisy place to hear the soft dulcet intro of Patrick Bateman’s morning routine. So, we paid our tabs, left a considerable tip for our hosts, and careened our wagons over to his humble abode to bask in the humming electronic glow of the 2000 masterpiece starring Christian Bale.

As the soft piano played and the black screen fades into the luxurious dinner scene with yuppies and their ilk feasting away at food too good for their mediocre tastes, I noted one consistency throughout my viewing - the wide mouth grin creeping into an ever present toothy smile on my face. I glanced over to my ol’ chum. He too bore the same simple smirk creeping ever so carefully into the same wide, toothy smile.

Throughout, we laughed, we pointed like Leo at the tv, chuckled and shook our heads when Patrick insults the hobo, and both audibly groaned and physically frowned when he curb stopped the dog in the alleyway. Killing the hobo wasn’t enough, you see, for the audience to know Patrick truly isn’t a very nice person. He had to kill the dog as well, the death of the innocent mammal completely severing him from the emotional ties connecting the audience to their up til then absurd protagonist. From there we hate him. From that point on, we hope he gets caught. That’s the clever and tragic comedic element of American Psycho. Patrick never gets caught.

I love this movie. To quote Michael Keaton, I’ve seen it “167 times and it keeps getting funnier every single time I see it!”

Why though?

For me, it’s the sardonic mix of my personal life experiences dealing with a mentally ill wife, a corrupt self important manager, the excess of capitalism oozing from the pores of sycophantic detached salesmen, and my own dips into psychological restlessness while coping through my own personal episodes of grief and self loathing. Patrick’s confession to his lawyer at the end remains one of my favorite monologues simply because I’ve been on both ends of that infamous phone call as both Patrick and his the lawyer.

I think the true comedy of American Psycho comes from the tragic experiences of my life as well as those I’ve inflicted on others on purpose or inadvertently. In truth, we are all a little bit of Bateman due to our own human flaws and wanton desires. We hurt those we love or think we love. We tend to go with the sure thing, much like Patrick and his many lovers and restless sexual escapades. To deny it is to deny the truth that we are all American Psychos, we just don’t go around hacking up hookers with chainsaws and making obscene doodles in our planner for Chloe Savigny to find - arguably though, neither did Bateman.

Was his life so boring that he had to concoct an entire false reality to keep him from going over the edge? Is it an escapist fantasy where the daily stressors of his meticulous image, the mundanity of those around him, and the maddening aggravation of daily routines led him to conceive an alternate place where his deepest, darkest wants could be fulfilled and explored?

In any case, I and others around me acknowledge the disturbing elements of American Psycho. Patrick is not someone to be admired. He’s a terrible person, and his problems are of his own creation. I don’t write this to minimize the wretchedness of this person, but rather to pontificate on the very real absurdities we as Americans face on a day to day basis. What Patrick experiences, albeit in the upper echelon of American society, still reeks of the daily grind so many of us face - a detached significant other (Bateman and his fiancé), the stress of maintaining class images/the need for acceptance (Bateman and his peers), the need for self importance (Bateman constantly trying and getting refused for a reservation at Dorsia only to hear the taunting laughter of the maitre de on the other line), and the want to express oneself in some meaningful way (Bateman’s long and ultimately pointless diatribes on music to his prostitute companions)… don’t these all relate to us in some way?

Overall, it’s a movie that sticks with me long after I’ve watched it. It’s one of my favorites that I pull out any time I need a good laugh or want to watch something that makes me think about myself, the world, and my place in it. This essay is simply a love letter to the film and all the happy memories I have watching with friends and loved ones, all of us sharing in the laughs, disturbing commentary, and ultimate critique on our American collective experience.

I rate this movie with an arbitrary score of 10 out of a single Willem Dafoe lighthouse monologue on repeat for forty hours.

Alas, our time in the Menagerie has come to a close. Until next time, dear readers. I hope all is well in your world, for if it is so, then it is as well in mine.

Your Humble Narrator,

J. P. Pancho

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goest-and-fuckest-thyself-blog · 2 years

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Stranger Things Have Happened

Steve Harrington x OC

Chapter No.4

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Eleven is still “missing”. With Nancy and Steve being not only on the outs, but calling it quits, Steve is actively mourning the loss of their relationship. Though, when a new set of siblings arrive alongside the Hargroves in Hawkins, Steve can’t help but take an interest in the eldest sister. Even when he’s promised himself he is only interested in her as a friend, Steve finds himself sharing things with her only his closest friends know of his life.

“You’re telling me my little sister has been running around, chasing after a baby demon?!“ Andie growled at Dustin.

There was the tone I’d seen her use when she’d warned Tommy to move out of her way when he’d blocked her into her locker last week. Her voice was still a low, sultry tone, though it held a sharp edge that could cut you deep if she wanted it to.

“I’m sorry, Miss Andie, but I did tell her-“

“She’s dead,” Andie cut the kid off, her hands coming to slap over her leather jacket as she crossed her arms, turning away from Dustin and me as we stood in his driveway. He only shrugged when we made eye contact.

A large huff left her lips before she closed her eyes, brows knit with tension, her head thrown back to the sky as she fluffed her ringlets at the root.

With my bat still in hand, I stepped forward a bit, watching as Andie sighed once more and turned back to us.

“So this is all real?” She asked, as if we hadn’t just watched a smaller version of the Demogorgon tunnel it’s way out of Dustin’s storm shelter

My mouth opened to say something, but I could only nod in response, my words lodging in my throat every time I tried to say otherwise.

“It’s gone for now,” Dustin assured us, walking back to where the storm shelter door was, slamming it shut and replacing the pad lock.

“But it could come back! And Artemis is running around with all of your little friends, Jesus she’s gonna get herself killed! We all are!” Andie half shouted to herself, concealing other words in whispers.

“You two don’t need to be involved,” I interjected, worry lacing my tone, “I’ll take you home right now and we can forget any of this ever happened.”

Immediately, Andie started pacing. Back of forth across the cobbled drive, one hand on her hip the other gripping her forehead. She looked as if she might explode from frustration and I couldn’t help but think back to last year.

When I’d found Nancy at the Beyers’ house, and had to smack a demon monster in the face before it could eat the friends I’d made, I felt the same way. Like my whole world and everything I knew about it was a lie. If monsters were real, then so we’re your worst nightmares. This wouldn’t be an easy concept to grasp let alone overcome.

Finally, after what seemed like twenty minutes, Andie came to a halt, walking back toward me. I thought she’d hit me as she strode quickly toward me,leading me to flinch and brace myself; but pushed past me to Dustin.

“Look kid,” she grasped his shoulders in her hands, staring down at him the small bit she could, “we’re gonna find this thing, and we’re gonna kill it. Because all that stuff you explained, I’m not having my sister be wrapped up in all of it, you hear me?”

Dustin’s mouth, slightly ajar, snapped closed as he nodded, a serious look on his face. As Andie let him go, standing to her full, yet still impossibly short height, once again, Dustin outstretched a hand.

“Welcome to the party, Miss Andie,” he offered with a gap tooth grin plastered across his face.

Good god, what had she gotten herself into?

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“So,” Andie began as I opened her door for her, letting her climb out of my car for the final time tonight.

“Steve “The Hair” Harrington is a monster hunter as well the captain of the basketball team?”

Thankfully for the dim moonlight, she didn’t see my blushing cheeks as I chuckled at her statement, walking her along her driveway to her front door.

“It’s not something I try to make a habit of,” I assured her.

She stopped a step above me on the porch, leaning against the railing. She was no longer angry. No, instead she was back to the mostly stoic, mysterious Andie I’d seen before panic had taken over.

“I like the bat though,” she chuckled, “looks good on you.”

Once again, I was thankful she couldn’t see my face in any light. All my thoughts of Nancy today had been thrown out the window as soon as I’d watched Andie grab the nearest thing to her and start swinging at the demodog. She’s just so happened to grab a crow bar, which was still dangling in her left hand now.

The way she charged in, head first before I could even tell her to stay back, it was crazy. The only thing I could think about was the way she scared that monster into digging out of the house, leaving behind a disgustingly slimy, fresh shed skin.

“Let me know when you guys are heading out tomorrow,” she broke me from my thoughts.

“I wanna head out with you.”

I instantly shook my head, my mind falling to the other side of what I’d experienced tonight.

Andie knew nothing of the upside down or the monsters it held, yet when she heard her younger sister might be involved, she took it upon herself to dive head first into a fight that wasn’t hers.

“This is dangerous,” I told her, staring up at her now annoyed glance, “you don’t have to get involved in all of it. I’ll tell the kids to stay away from Artemis and you can-“

“You think I can just go to sleep tonight knowing she’s running around in a town with monsters in the loose Harrington? What if she’s walking home while Apollo and I are at work and she gets eaten? What if she doesn’t listen and sneaks out while I’m not home and Auntie isn’t watching her? Cause she doesn’t. And what if-“

“Alright,” I extended my arms and grasped her shoulders, just like she had done to Dustin earlier.

“Then you can come with us. We will kill this thing and then it’ll just be a normal town again, okay?”

Her body relaxed in my hands and she nodded, letting me step back again onto the cobbled stone walkway.

“Andromeda Dawn, where the hell have you been?” I heard from above us.

Andie and I both stepped back out from under the porch, looking up the face of the house to see a very familiar face staring down angrily at us.

“Shit, SHUT IT, APOLLO!!!” Andie hissed at her twin as he hung out the window, his usually perfectly done hair now pulling into his face.

“I’ve covered for you for two hours!!! Get in here before Auntie and Uncle find out you’re gone! And get rid of him!” Apollo wagged a finger at me before slipping back into the house, leaving the window open for Andie.

The girl sighed and turned back to me, rolling her beautiful eyes. I chuckled quietly and shrugged.

“Would you mind helping me up?” She pointed up the face of the house and I gathered she was going to climb the columns up to the porch roof, and into her brother’s room.

I nodded and she did exactly as I predicted, standing by the column nearest us. I bent down, using my hands to cup her foot and lift her up.

Gracefully as ever, Andie jumped and grabbed the roof’s edge, pulling herself up with ease. She was strong, I’d give her that.

As I expected to lose sigh of her, she popped back over the edge and smiled brightly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” She asked.

I nodded, returning her smile.

“Promise you won’t go without me?” Andie reached down to me, extending her pinky finger.

I chuckled softly to myself and looked her in the eye, hooking our fingers together.

“I promise,” I told her.

“Okay,” she nodded once in finality before waving her hand, “stay safe okay? Have a good night Harrington.”

“You too, Hyll,” I said, beginning the walk to my car.

I couldn’t help but look back when I rounded the vehicle, seeing her close her window. I opened my door, but my body wouldn’t move past that.

I watched on like a weirdo as Andie she’d her jacket, draping it over a chair. From this angle, I could see that room must’ve belonged to her, as she walked toward the closet on the back wall, stripping her shirt from her body.

I instantly looked down, hurriedly piling myself intro my drivers seat and slamming my door.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself, slamming my head against the rim of my steering wheel. Flashes of black lace stretched over Andie’s beautifully pale skin went through my mind in rapid succession. The way her jeans hugged her hips, the dip of her spine…

“Stop, Steve,” I groaned starting my car and pulling away from the house.

The rest of my night was much the same. My subconscious would conjure images of Andie, not just what I accidentally saw in the window, but the way she talked to Dustin, her bright laugh, even the way she had socked one of my friends in the face with such fury I thought she might’ve been the devil; and I’d tell myself off.

I found it increasingly hard to pull her from my mind as I tried to sleep, tossing and turning in my bed like an insomniac, wondering if she was sleeping, or if she might be awake too.

Was she thinking about what she saw today? How she just wanted peace after moving to this tiny town? Was she thinking of me…?

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When a game is over and all hidden things have been found, what is there left to do? Move on. That's what you would have liked to have done after finishing the disappointing secret ending of a popular otome game. But when the story is over, and all things were said and done, you find yourself trapped in that very game. Faced with the task to keep everyone alive, can you make it to the end without falling in love?

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Chapter Eight

Schoolyard Brawl

Pins and needles. That is how you would describe the feeling that you’ve had ever since Makino showed up for class, like you were sitting on pins and needles. Anxiously, you were waiting for the time where Makino would be alone. The game never specified what time it was where she died, all you know for certain is that she disappeared half way through the school day and was found dead later on. You had a guess on when exactly it took place, ‘Lunch time is the only time where Akui could have killed Makino and cleaned it up without anyone suspecting it was him. If he did it during a class then he would have been questioned as to why he was absent for a class around the same time Makino died. It has to be lunch time, it’s the only time that makes sense.’

With a set time frame in mind, you found it even harder to concentrate during class, and it didn’t help that you were already struggling to grasp the concept of most of the subjects. Your eyes would either shift from the clock, heart rate increasing as the minutes ticked by, to Makino, sneaking glances at her ever so often. You couldn’t help it, whether someone dies or not is left all up to you, your nerves were shot, and it only got worse as lunch time drew closer.

During each class period leading up to lunch, you made sure to pay close attention to where Makino was, and your distractedness led to you appearing more airheaded than before, worrying many of your classmates, especially Yuki.

When lunch time finally rolled around, you had an excuse ready as to why you couldn’t eat lunch with Yuki, but Akihiko beat you to the punch. He approached you first, before Yuki could, and he had something he wanted to say.

“L/n-san, may I have a word with you for a moment?” he asked.

Taken aback by his sudden approach, any excuse you might have had suddenly left your brain. “Ah-Fukumoto-san, I’m not so sure about that. Y-you see I have to get going, a-and I am gonna be busy.” Unconsciously, your eyes flickered over to Makino’s form before they quickly retracted by to Akihiko. For the moment she seemed stationary.

It seems he caught your stare, because he turned to look at Makino for a brief moment. “Can those plans wait? It is very important that I discuss something with you.” It seems he wasn’t gonna take no for an answer.

Sneaking one more glance over at Makino, you decided to follow him because you didn’t want to make a scene. “Okay, if you say so…”

Stepping out into the empty hallway, Akihiko led you over to a more secluded corner, just a little ways from the classroom door. His sudden need to speak with you left you with a feeling of unease, not only because you were leaving Makino alone but also because you had no idea what he could want to talk to you about.

“So you said you had something to say?” you asked after a small silence.

Akihiko let out a sigh, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, several of our classmates have come up to me and expressed their worry for you.”

Taken aback by the news you say, “Me?”

He nodded his head. “Yes, they say that you seem more fidgety than usual, and I can’t say I haven’t noticed it either.” He stared you dead in the eyes as he said, “I have also picked up on the fact that you are constantly glancing at Makino-san.”

Feeling like a child who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar, you stubbled to say an excuse. “I-I have a reason for that! I can assure you that–that, it’s not what you think–”

He held up a hand to stop your ramblings. “No need to explain, I can assure you that she won’t be posing a threat to you anymore.”

“Yes, well–wait, what?”

“I know it can be hard to sit in the same room as the person who assaulted you, and you did go through a traumatic experience, so it is understandable that you would be more apprehensive than normal.” Akihiko said, pushing his glasses up and looking thoughtful.

‘Pose a threat? Traumatic experience? What is he–Oooh… They all think that I’m afraid of Makino. I can't blame them, really, I haven’t been as composed as I thought I was.’ You coughed into your hand, trying to clear up the tension on your end. “Yes, I guess you would be correct. Ever since what happened, she really has been worrying me. I thought I could handle it but then she walked into the classroom and suddenly I felt floored,” you said, thinking ‘I might as well play along with them. At the very least it gives me an excuse.’

“So it is as I thought, I must say this isn’t the first time that she has behaved like this, and I feel partly responsible as the only reason she does this is because of a crush she has on me,” Akihiko said, thoughtfully.

You blinked in confusion saying, “Wait, so you know she has a crush on you, Fukumoto-san?”

The topic seemed to peeve Akihiko as he scowled slightly. “Yes, well, she doesn’t do a very good job at hiding it.”

“Have you said anything to her about it?”

Shaking his head no, he said, “I have not because I see no reason to. She has yet to come forward and do so herself, and I see no reason to approach her about the topic.” Akihiko seemed to ponder for a moment before saying, “Though it seems that I will eventually have to confront her myself, if this is how she will keep acting.”

After taking in his words, you ask, “You said she has done similar things before, Fukumoto-san, what did you mean by that.”

In response, Akihiko signed before replying. “She and I both went to the same private middle school, and there I heard of many instances of her bullying the other students, more specifically the female students. She wasn’t very covert about it and would often get into trouble, but she has never gone so far as to hospitalize a fellow student.” With a hand on his temples, shaking his head in disappointment, he continued to say “I figured she would grow out of it as we left middle school and entered high school, but it seems she is still stuck in her childish ways.”

“Right, yeah, that can be difficult. But, uh–” You stopped mid sentence, noticing a teary-eyed Makino watching the two of you from around the corner. The two of you locked eyes, where she proceeded to send you a scathing glare before she turns and runs off. Panic filled you as you hastily excuse yourself. “Yes, well, thank you for worrying but I have to go now, lunch and all that, bye!” Not bothering to wait for a reply, you scurry off in the direction that you saw Makino go.

Each time you turn a corner you are only able to catch a small glance of her long brown hair whipping behind another corner, just barely giving you time to assess the direction that she is going. As you went to follow her, you were faced with an unexpected burden that you didn’t realize you had. ‘My hip,’ you think. ‘Gosh darn it, my hip is sore. I’m not running at my best!’ You didn’t realize how much your fall affected you until you needed to run the most, a sore and bruised hip making you hobble.

Much to your chagrin, you ended up losing sight of Makino down a deserted hallway. ‘No no no no no, no! I can’t lose her, what if she runs into Akui? Where is Akui? Did he stay with Yuki, or is he out here looking for Makino too?’ Coming to a stop, you try to catch your breath and calm your mind. ‘Okay, just keep calm. Panicking will get me nowhere.’ After a quick glance around your surroundings you notice a water fountain. ‘Maybe a drink of water will help calm me down,’ you think, making your way over to it. You lean down to take a quick sip, completely oblivious to the fact that you are the equivalent to a gazel at a watering hole.

Suddenly, you let out a horrible shriek as you were yanked back by your hair. “Ow! What the heck-” a slap to the face cut you off. Your perpetrator let go of your hair, and you stammered back with a pained grimace on your face. There was no longer a reason to find where Makino went because, as you turn around to confront the person, you discover it was Makino who pulled your hair.

“Makino-san? What's your deal?!” you angrily shouted, massaging your now sore head.

Makino’s face held a scornful one, face glossy from tears. “What’s my deal? I should be asking you that! Following me around after you were talking smack about me to Akihiko-kun!” she yelled, taking an aggressive step towards you. “What? Did you follow me to rub in the fact that my crush thinks I’m such a child? Ha! … Ha ha, ahahahah!” Hunched over, Makino let out an uncontrollable laughter.

Disturbed by her sudden fit of laughter, you tried backing up in case you needed to make a run for it, you had a sense that this was not gonna end well. “What the heck, Makino, you’re scaring me…”

Her laughter seized, looking up through her disheveled locks, Makino stared wide-eyed at you. “Scared? Wha-what’s there to be scared of, L/n-chan…” She ended her sentence with a quiet, maniacal, giggle. “Oh, that’s right… you’re scared I will put you back into the hospital. Hahahah! Come on, there’s–hey, hey!” She took notice of your slowly retreating form.

As you were about to turn and run for it, Makino instantly grabbed your sprained hand, wrenching you backwards. You let out another pained shriek, stumbled and almost fell, the searing pain making you weak in the knees, but the pain didn’t stop you from grabbing at Makino with your one good hand, trying to stop her. “Ah! Let me go!” You pushed and grabbed at her face, at one point you even managed to scratch at it.

“OW! You little bit–”

You cut Makino off with a jab to her side, causing her to stagger back slightly. Taking the chance, you try to make another dash for escape and hopefully alert an authoritarian figure. You didn’t get far, though, as Makino was able to recover and grab ahold of you. The sudden jerk to your arm caused you to stumble, leading to the both of you to fall to the ground.

“Arg! You tramp!” Makino yelled, scampering to climb on top of you. “What? Aki-kun wasn’t enough for you, so you had to go and throw yourself at Kaneko-kun too!” she yelled, starting to beat up on you. She punched and pulled your hair, all of your attempts to kick her off were futile and only served to frustrate her more.

“Get off me you psychotic lunatic!” You shouted through choked out sobs, desperately trying to block her punches.

“Shut it you floozy! You attention seeking harlot!” yelled Makino. “It must be so easy for a person like you to gain people’s attention. I desperately try everyday to gain the attention I want,” she hit you again. “and the one time my parents actually cared enough to check in on me is because I got in trouble, because of you!” Reaching up, she yanked on the stitches that had kept your wound together.

A horrendous, and pained, scream left your lips at the same time you felt a gush of warm, thick blood run down the side of your face. The blinding pain seemed to paralyze you.

“I bet you loved it when all those people’s attention was on you! I bet you even got hurt on purpose!” At her own delusional realization, she started laughing again. “HAhaha! Of course you did! Well here, if that is how you want to be then let me help you out!” Makino began to feverishly scratch at your face. When she felt like that was enough she began to pull at your hair. “Who would look at you now! Hahhahaha!”

After coming to your senses slightly, you managed to shove Makino away from you. You lurch to try and run again, but your delirium prevented you from doing so, you were only able to clumsily try and stagger to your feet.

“Aurgh!! You ungrateful hussy! Get back here!” Grabbing you by the ankle, she yanked you back down to the ground. Straddling your waist once again, her hands found their way around your neck. “Why do you have everything that I want! Can’t people just love me as well?!” She delusionally yelled, hands constricting tighter.

You gasped and wiggled around trying to free yourself from her clutches. When that failed you grabbed ahold of her hands to try and detach them from your neck, but your strength was failing you as you found it harder, and harder to breath.

“M-Ma-kin-o…”

Just as you felt yourself begin to lose consciousness, you heard a deep, angry voice yell out, “What the–Hey! Get off of her!” The weight of Makino was suddenly, and rather roughly, lifted off of you.

You let out a loud gasp as your lungs were finally able to take in oxygen. You huffed and panted, trying your best to steady your breathing. Glancing up through tear glossed eyes, you can faintly make out charcoal-black hair and ruby-red eyes. There was only one character that you knew off who had red eyes like that. Your hero, this time around, was none other than Matsumura Ryōta, the delinquent with a heart of gold.

Makino was shouting and yelling profanities, trying to wiggle out of Ryōta’s grasp. It seemed he was holding her back by the back of her uniform.

Now that Ryōta had put a stop to Makino’s assault, it seemed that everyone decided to show up. A few teachers rounded the corner, with a few of your fellow schoolmates following after, and were able to bear witness to the atrocious scene.

“What in the world is going on here?!” One teacher demanded. The students around them gasped and shrunk back at the sight of you, bloody and bruised with tears streaming down your face. Witnessing the situation out of context, many of them were quick to point the blame at Ryōta.

“Matsumura-san! What have you done?!” The same teacher yelled.

Dumbfounded, but not all that surprised, Ryōta said. “I didn’t do anything! It was this chick who was trying to strangle the other one.”

“What nonsense are you speaking?” They didn’t believe him, despite the scathing Makino he held back, and the whispers amongst the students grew.

“Look at what he did to L/n-san.”

“Did he really beat up a girl?”

“Scary!”

Now that you had a moment to calm down, you staggered to stand so you could defend Ryōta. “No! You have it all wrong, Matsumura-kun saved me!” You swayed slightly, going to stand in front of him. “Makino was the one who attacked me, I would probably be dead if it wasn’t for him!”

The crowd hushed at your sudden outburst, silencing falling amongst them, even Ryōta was stunned into silence. Before anyone could say anything else, Makino managed to break away from Ryōta and made a run for it. However, she didn’t get far as a few of the teachers managed to apprehend her before she got far. With the perpetrator restrained, the remaining teachers went up to check on you and to bring you to the nurse’s office.

After the nurse deemed you to be in good health and the teachers finished their interrogation, and after a quick phone call to your mother, you found yourself seated in the principal's office. With an ice pack held up to your neck, you were sitting rather uncomfortably in a chair as your mother let every adult present have it.

“This is the second time this week that my daughter has found herself attacked by this wretched girl!”

“Hey, watch your mouth about my daughter!” Makino’s mother retaliated, her father remained quiet.

“My daughter was in the hospital because of what your daughter did! And now she will probably have to go back because she tried to strangle her! I want justice!”

Makino’s mother scoffed. “How can we even be so sure that it was my daughter who started the fight, from what I heard your daughter was the one following her.”

“All my daughter wanted to do was check up on her after she saw her run away, crying. Besides, your daughter was the one who tried to run away from the scene, an innocent person doesn’t run,” your mother countered. “My daughter has a sprained wrist and sometimes can barely think properly because of trauma she sustained to her head, is it even logical to say that she would openly pick a fight?” Before Makino’s mother could retaliate any further, your mother held up her hand to silence her. “Yamamoto-sensei,” at his name, the principal turned to give his attention to your mother. “I expect there to be a more severe punishment than the slap on the wrist she got last time. We have an eye witness saying he had to forcefully remove that girl before she choked my daughter to death!” she pointed an accusatory finger at Makino. “Believe me when I say that I will be pressing charges.” Your mother’s face was stern and left no room for argument.

Makino’s mother looked flabbergasted. “Pressing charges! I hardly think–”

“That’s enough, Nanami.” Makino’s father finally spoke up. “I’m afraid this time there is nothing we can say.”

“But out daughter–”

“Needs to face the consequences of her own actions. She should have known better than to let her emotions steer her in the direction of violence, especially over a matter as petty as a crush.” He sent a very disapproving look towards Makino.

When everything was said and done, Makino was expelled from Kibou High school, and you were excused from attending school for the rest of the week, to rest and recover. Regarding what happened to Makino afterwards, well, all you really know is that she was expelled. After that day, her parents wouldn't say anything else on the matter and instead chose to settle in court. They ended up paying you forty million yen for assault and battery, emotional distress, and medical bills. Honestly, you think Makino needs to be psychiatrically evaluated, but you don’t voice your opinion.

You didn’t get to see Yuki afterwards. When you were finally able to leave the school, your mother and father rushed you back to the hospital, where your cut had to be restitched, and your sprain turned into a light fracture, so now you wear a green cast. In other news, you now had a restraining order against Makino that made it so she can’t stand within eight hundred feet of you.

When you get home that night, it is two a.m. and you're exhausted, so you go to bed, relieved to have prevented Makino’s death. Everything else can wait until tomorrow morning.

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A/n: Is it obvious yet that I don't reread my chapters before posting them? Because I don't. I write each chapter in google docs before post them here on Quotev. The auto correct and grimmer correct normally does the job for me as I write but sometimes it doesn't catch everything and when I reread my chapters after I post them I pick up on the errors that are left behind. I'll probably need to get into the habit of reading over before I post so that this doesn't happen but for now I am gonna have to make some edits to previous chapters. With that, this concludes the first arc of the story, the prologue. For now, the reader thinks that none of the actions she did will have any effect on the plot, but is that really the case? I would also like to point out that, in the originally timeline of the game, Makino died by strangulation from Akui after the two got into a heated argument. Akui confronted Makino about her bullying Yuki and she said some rather distasteful things that angered Akui, leading him to snap and kill her in a blind rage. The scene of Makino attacking the reader is almost a direct parallel to that. That is a little easter egg for you guys, though I doubt anyone would be able to pick it up. I hope everyone has a blessed day, and if you can then enjoy the solar eclipse for me because I won't be able to. I will see you guys in the next update.

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