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scandinavianfairytale · 29 days

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Wanting

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, consumption of drugs, discussion on drugs, friends with benefit (somehow?), cursing, sexual themes & smut (DUB-CON, grinding, police van sex, drugged out sex, mention of public sex, mention of rape, mention of revenge porn (not towards Reader), mention pornography, mention of non-consensual filming, fingering, one pussy slap, unprotected sex, hard sex - Walter is not gentle & sees it like a punishment, multiple orgasms, drooling, crying, squirting, chocking, creampie, little bit of praise)

Walter disliked being on call on Friday nights. Ever since the new drug, Houdini, started popping up everywhere the police has been running around in circles, trying to find the main supplier, but has repeatedly come up short.

Houdini was a mixture of ketamine and ecstasy. A party drug that is supposed to highten your senses and drive up your sex drive. Sounds like a perfect mix, but what the dealers left out was the memory loss, the dehydration that followed and complete lack of mobility.

It was a mess all over the damn country - the rape cases skyrocketed, revenge porn sites were having a field day because of all the public fucking taking place, the emergency rooms were stacked with people on gurneys and everyone had to deal with victims with memory loss.

Everyone was having a bad time - the victims which were pilling up by the minute, the police that was understaffed had to do even more over hours and the doctors that had to triage almost every Friday night.

Yet people were still taking that stupid drug.

Walter was pissed off, to say the least.

How are people this stupid?

He thought as he watched a group of drunk women giggling after just snorting the Houdini. His blood boiled knowing damn well that he couldn't do anything about it. The amount of people taking this drug was too high for everyone to get arrested or booked. Priorities his superiors loved preaching.

One of the women left the group to get some drinks. Her dress barely covered anything, leaving very little to the imagination. He shook his head as he watched several heads turn after the woman. She definitely got the attention she wanted.

"Walter!" He heard and looked around to see who was calling him. Out of all the damned people, you were the woman in that short dress. The one that just snorted the Houdini. Walter clenched his jaw and his grip on the beer he was drinking tightened.

How can you be so stupid?

"It's been a while." You smiled at him. He could see how drunk you already were and he also knew the drug will take effect soon, if it hasn't already.

"You should come meet my friends!" You grabbed his arm and pulled him towards you, stumbling a few steps back as his massive weight crashed into you. Walter let you drag him to your friends, also because he knew that whatever attention you had on you would dissipate once he was next to you.

"Girls, this is Walter! The friend I told you about!"

"Oooooh, the policeman." One of your friends slurred.

"Are you here to arrest us? We're just trying to have a good time." Another winked.

"Oh stop it! He's the nice policeman. He would never arrest us." You leaned into him.

It already started taking effect.

You weren't aware of it yet, but you started lightly grinding on his leg. He heard how your breath came out laboured, and he knew he had to get you out of there. Grabbing your arm, he started dragging you away from your friends.

"Walter, what the hell?! Let me go!" You yelled, trying to resist his grip.

"I can't believe you out of all your stupid friends are acting this way." He grumbled. "You know better than anyone what's going on these days."

"I was careful." You whined, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to glare at you, making you shut your mouth.

"Careful? You don't even realize that the drug has started taking effect. You can barely stand and I'm pretty fucking sure that if I let you stagger back to that bar you'd get lost."

"Fuck you."

"Right." Walter started dragging you to the police van parked in the small street.

"Get out." He barked at the man that was inside, surveilling the cameras around the city. The man tried to object but one stern look from Walter sent him out. Water threw you in the van, climbing in behind you and closing the door.

"What is your problem?" You yelled at him, tugging your dress down when you realized you were much more exposed than you were comfortable with.

"Now you're trying to cover up?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're more than happy to bare your ass to strangers but with me you get shy? What the fuck were you thinking taking the Houdini?" You never realized he was so big as just now that he was towering over you. Your pussy clenched as your eyes lingered on his cock.

"Tammy took it before and she said she had the best fuck of her life. I just wanted to see how it felt like." You bit your lip as he crouched down to you.

"You're taking advice from a drug addict. Are you stupid?"

"I didn't take the full dose." You defended yourself. "Just a taste, to see how it feels."

"And? How does it feel?"

"Antsy." You swallowed, trying to decide whether or not to tell your very angry friend what you were thinking. You shifted on the floor a bit and the cold steel flooring touched your soaked pussy, making you gasp.

"I see the Houdini is in full swing." Walter observed you.

"Can you help me, please?"

"I'm not going to be nice. You need to learn a lesson, and maybe next time, you won't go around experimenting with drugs." You nodded before Walter pulled your collar down, exposing your breasts. His hand cupped one and pinched your nipple, making you moan.

"Keep tour mouth shut." He slammed a hand over your mouth, grabbed your hips with the other, spinning you around, and pushed you into the wall of the van. He kicked your feet further apart, making you stick your ass further into him. You could feel your nipples harden at the contact with the cold steel material. His hand then traveled to the center, under your dress, before finding your clit and circling it, making your hips buck.

"You're dripping." He said into your ear before he forced two of his thick fingers into your still clothed pussy, making you moan into his hand that was still clamped over your mouth.

"Completely soaked." Walter commented. "That's the Houdini doing its magic. Imagine if I left you there, you'd be grinding up on some coked up asshole that'd fuck you right in the middle of the bar. Anyone could record you and you'd end up on some porn site, where strangers would jack-off seeing such a whore like you get publicly fucked out of her mind. Maybe a coworker of yours stumbles upon it - bye-bye that stellar career of yours." His voice was low and raspy. Somehow, that made you even more aroused. Your pussy had a mind of her own as you realized you have been incessantly humping Walters fingers.

"Mmph." Moaning, your tongue licked his fingers, making Walter tsk. You could see your release, just a few more grinds.

"You're getting hornier by the second." He chuckled and withdrew his fingers, taking away that sweet feeling, making you whine. "But I'll be nice and I'll take care of you." He rasped into your ear before he spun you around and bent you over the control table, your head laying on the keyboard. Tugging your laughably short dress up, he exposed your core to him. He slapped your pussy, making you yelp. He tsked again when his hand made contact with your drenched and sticky thongs. His fingers wrapped around the string, pulling it away before releasing it back on your skin. Throwing your gead back with a loud "God" your pussy clenched at the impact and your back arched at the sensation.

Walter chuckled as he watched your cunt throb as he started unbuckling his belt. He finally pulled down your thong and ran his leaking cock up and down your puffy pussy. Your chest heaved, and you made sounds you didn't recognize. All you wanted needed was his cock in your cunt.

"Remember that I'm not being nice." He warned before he seethed himself in you with one powerful thrust, slamming your hips into the control table. It hurt, but in the most delicious way that you have never experienced before. The pace he set was brutal, the letters of the keyboard scratched your face, adding to the mix of pain and pleasure you were feeling.

Your orgasm hit you fast and hard, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your body spasming on his cock, but Walter just continued fucking into you. He was like a man possessed, grunting and moaning above you, his pace never faltering even after you clenched around him. He immediately pushed you into your second orgasm, making you moan out loud as juices squirted out of you.

"Fuck." Walter cursed as he felt your squirt wet his thighs. "Let's see if you can do that again."

His hand moved from your hip to your stretched pussy, circling the spot where you were joined, making you gurgle. His pace switched, his cock was slowly stretching your walls and with your drugged state you could feel almost every vein on his organ.

Mindblowing.

"Stop drooling over the keyboard." He stopped his adminitrations and grabbed a fistful of your hair to push you away from any electronics before returning his hand back.

"You're completely stretched, must be painful." He commented as he circled your full hole. You choked on your words and tried to shake your head.

"No? Good, you're taking me quite well." He praised you, making your legs shake a bit. His fingers lightly stroked around your pussy, purposefully avoiding your clit, making you whine.

"Walter...please..." You choked out.

"What is it?"

It was hard to formulate words, your body was on fire and it felt like cumming was the only thing that would put it out. But in the state that you were in, all you managed to let out was a hoarse "Cum.".

"You want to cum?" He mocked your meager attempt to communicate what you need.

"Mhm."

"So, if I touch you here," Walter tapped your clit which made your hips buck and him smirk. "then you'll cum almost immediately?" You could feel him starting to prepare himself for another round. One that you knew you were losing soon, not that there was anything to complain about.

His fingers framed your clit and his other hand grabbed at your throat. "Let's see how much you can take."

His pace again hardened, his first sharp thrust made your hips slam back into the edge of the control table, but this time he kept you firmly pinned by your neck, preventing you from slipping away. His fingers were rough on your engorged clit, but that just added another layer to your rapture.

You couldn't form a sound anymore. Your body just locked when the orgasm hit you, but then when your juices squirted out, you started convulsing. But he just kept going completely overloading you, your hand fruitlessly reached for his hand, trying to shove it away from your clit, but he wasn't bothered.

You couldn't handle another orgasm, but you had no choice but to take it. Both of you could feel how close you were to another peak again.

"That's it, come on, I know you have another one in you." His grip on your throat increased, making you release a choking sound, tears welling up in your eyes, but it also made your pussy clamp down on his cock, making you squirt again. A few thrusts more and finally Walter released himself into you. Feeling the few spurts painting your womb and his cock go slack, you finally let out a relieved sigh.

It was over.

"Good girl." Walter cooed, kissing your shoulder. He carefully let go of your throat and pulled his cock out and your body finally slumped, completely exhausted. Observing your abused and puffy pussy, his cock twitched as it refused to close. It really was a sight to see how his spend oozed out of your hole and he resisted the urge to push it back in.

He buckled up his pants and carefully pulled your thongs up, sitting you on the only chair in the van. He rummaged around to find a jacket before draping it over you, before he opened the van door again and carried you out in his arms. Your head lolled as your consciousness wavered.

Walter walked past the man who was previously thrown out of the van and the man immediately knew not to comment or bring up the situation again.

"Shhh, don't worry. I got you. Just rest now." Walter shushed you as you tried speaking. Nodding weakly, you let the darkness consume you.

Thank you for reading! 🙈

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mrsnancywheeler · 8 days

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can’t help but wonder what daisy has to say about billy and his muse… hmm. i feel like she’d have some words about muse’s age, how young she is, and since she’s always starting fights with billy to begin with i can’t imagine it would do poor muse any good. i think daisy would feel some sort of kinship with her because of their shared experiences with absent parents and getting into bad situations with people older than them, i just don’t believe she would handle it responsibly 💀 wanting to help muse develop her own sound and come into herself musically outside of billy dunne and the rest of the band turns into holing up at daisy’s place for days on end and getting ridiculously high together. and i doubt billy would be too happy with his girl showing up completely strung out after vanishing off the face of the earth for a week either. hanging out with daisy feels good but frequently makes things worse instead of better. they’re so interesting i love thinking about them

I'm literally sat for this, I've been thinking about this since it was sent it and need to doscuss with y'all

okay so timeline wise I imagine muse met billy when they were still just the six but like after they'd gained some fame. obviously in this universe there's no camilla, I'd never hurt my girl more, and so billy is just a ticking time bomb of fame and ego and all of his dreams. and he's good but not as good as he thinks he is so when teddy has the idea to give an edge to the six by a collaboration with daisy jones he's still obviously very pissed but now muse is there too, there relationship is probably like 6 months old or so.

and daisy is changing lyrics, she brings so much energy into the studio, she's fun, and muse is young and I think instantly drawn to the magnetic field of daisy jones. kind of in awe of daisy which billy can't fathom because he's too busy being miffed about the whole ordeal. and in this version look at us now is about muse and billy, and daisy see's right through the original lyrics and her changes make muse feel more seen. so she listens to billy bitch and moan but secretly agrees.

and muse definitely pushes for daisy to be in the band, "billy's an ass, but everyone thinks you should join. he'll get over it eventually and realize."

and daisy is just open and honest about her thoughts right off the bat, "why do you stay with him? if he's an ass, then why?"

and muse is taken aback but also honest back because it feels right, "I don't want anyone else. not the way I want him."

daisy does get to join the band and with that she learns a lot more about muse and billy, more to dislike about the arrangement. muse is so young and attached, the only other person she turns to is eddie who obviously also wants to be with her, and daisy feels like any spark that muse has is quelled to play cheerleader for billy. and she respects that muse doesn't want to be a star but she tells her to write, or to talk and daisy will cultivate the ideas.

daisy definitely gets involved in a couple of fights that muse and billy have. "plenty of groupies to go around, don't need one wasting my goddamn time"

"don't fucking talk to her like that!"

"daisy-" you're trying to deescalate because you knows daisy and billy just make the fight worse.

"she's a person, a child, not something you get to call whatever you want when you're pissed off." daisy's turning to you, "c'mon let's go get some air, away from this asshole."

"you can't just walk out of rehearsal, daisy!" billy's calling after but you let daisy guide you.

"watch me!" and you and daisy are sitting outside, she's handing you some pill that you barely question before taking.

"you know, it's okay, it's just the way it is. no reason to fight more because of it."

"no, it's not okay. you know just because he's older and gives you what you crave doesn't mean you need him, right?"

you pause, "I know." you sigh, "daisy, I'm not a baby. I can take care of myself, I know what's going on."

"sure you do, chickadee." and suddenly it's like something lights within her and she's searching her pockets for a paper of napkin, "do you have something to write with?" and she ends up scribbling something you're not allowed to see on a napkin with your lipstick. eventually she makes it a song about you. and then your though and frustrations eventually become many many more songs.

and once during one of the breaks where they've got some time rather than muse spending time with billy she goes to hang out with daisy, which ends up being the whole of the break. she's with daisy, screaming out every frustration into metaphors daisy is scribbling out as they dance around to records taking every pill daisy can get hands on, lines off every surface, so many bottles completely empty. and whenever you just want to call billy or sometimes eddie, daisy totally encourages against it because, "you don't need them!" and when it's finally time to go back to the studio daisy has started to realize she handles highs terribly but better than you, who's not used to taking nearly as much as daisy does.

once they're stepping out of that taxi, billy's first words quickly form from a, "where the hell were you?" to a , "what is she on?" hands softly gripping your face, looking into her eyes, knowing you're gonna feels like crap later. and he's gonna end up nursing you out of a bender, daisy's kind of scared that you were so out of it by the end. so it creates another conflict when she's saying billy is horrible to you and billy brings up how she usually gets you too high to function.

let me know y'all's thoughts bc I'm definitely already cooking up more

#wanda 💋#billy dunne x reader #billy dunne #djats x reader #anon

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multifan2022 · 10 months

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Golden Lies

Heres another new one that has been in my wips for who knows how long.. Let me know!!

“I volunteer!”

The first thought through your head after hearing that is ‘who said that?’ Who would volunteer for the 69th Hunger Games.. Well the games at all, but why now?

It isn't until people start turning around and looking at you, the 17 year old who almost escaped being reaped, that you realize whose voice you heard. You heard your own, because as soon as you saw little Cissa being pulled onto stage your heart broke.

Cissa was your neighbor, she had just turned 12 the day before the reaping. You would be turning 18 in a week and a half. The poor girl cried for twenty minutes when she got a papercut opening seeds, she wouldn't last in the games.

Not that you had a much better chance when it came down to it. The biggest difference was the only family you had was two grandparents, both very old and one sick. Cissa was the middle child of 5, her older twin brothers and her younger twin sisters. It would devastate them all if something happened to her, your grandparents wouldn't live long to mourn you.

The peacekeepers hands on you barely caught your attention as they forced you to switch places. The only good part you could see out of this, was that Cissa wouldn't be rereaped. You had saved at least one of their kids, a small payment for all the times they watched your grandparents during the harvest for the last 8 years.

Cress Amberpath, the light pink skinned Escort of your district, is practically vibrating with happiness when you reach the stage. There had never been a volunteer from your district while he worked here. He pulled you into a weird hug congratulating you before pulling you towards the mic. “Is there anything you would like to say to little Cissa, Dearie?”

You nodded, pulled yourself together and looked at her family. Her mother was already in tears, you being like a niece to her, while she clung to her daughter. The older twin boys who were your age nodded, letting you know they would take care of her. While their father nodded, letting you know he would take care of your grandparents. It all happened within seconds, and suddenly you were ok.

Everything was going to be ok. So you laughed and nodded again “Hey Cissy, take care of Finnick for me ya?” Cissa turned back to you, tears streaming down her face as she nodded and cracked a smile at the inside joke. When her family started laughing along with you, Cress spoke again “Whos Finnick my dear! Do you have a beau we should all know about!”

You knew this next part would maybe piss some people off, but you were off to die so who cares. You shook your head “It's my dog.. Because there was a magazine we found the same day I found this puppy, and on the cover it said ‘Is golden boy Finnick Odair, a dog?’ Cissy thought it was a sign that we should name him Finnick.”

To your utter surprise, Cress laughed.. Hard, like bent over laughing a genuine laugh before speaking “I wish we could see that man's face when he hears this, it would be priceless! But onto the boys!” When he left you in your spot and walked towards the other bowl, you scanned the crowd for the one friend you had.

Hardin Bellbrand.

A boy you went to school with, who worked the same field as you. He was your only confidant, the only person you trusted fully in this world. He was there when your parents died, you were there when he was diagnosed with an untold disease a few years ago. Hardin had been pulled from the fields, and was treated. Perk of being the Mayor's son, you guess. Now he could be out and about as long as he took his pill everyday.

If he missed his pills within a few days he would start to have severe pain. Next would come the sweats and puking alongside hallucinations. He wasn't fit to be in the games ethier, and thankfully he is a year older than you so this is his last year.

You finally made eye contact with him, and could see the heartbreak and sadness in them. Your ears start to buzz when he nods and looks away. You're frantically shaking your head as you hear Cress call some name you don't know. Your feet are moving before you realize it, mouth open screaming “NO” as you realize what Hardin is thinking.

Over your painfully screams to your sick friend, his voice rings clear “I volunteer as tribute!” The Mayor and his wife start screaming now as well, neither wanting to lose their only child. Both knowing even if he was fit and healthy, he's not a killer. While they are getting drug off stage by peacekeepers, Hardin is making his way to the stage.

He completely bypasses Cress who is practically dying in excitement and walks straight to you. While you're shaking your head, he smiles sadly and wraps you in a hug whispering over and over that it's ok. Even though it's anything but. Cress pulls him off you and towards the microphone. “Well!! What a turn of events!! Not ONE but TWO volunteers!! Why did you volunteer young man??”

Hardin turns his head and looks at you, that same sad smile present. “Couldn't let my best friend go off to fight without me.. She was gonna leave me in the fields to do all her work, can you believe that Cress?” He jokes and you know that he's going to make it through the process just fine. The struggle will be when the two of you are trying to survive in the arena.

But you're dedicated to keeping him alive.. Even if it means killing yourself in the end.

Hardin Bellbrand will be coming home.

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The train ride was excruciating, listening to Cress gush about how your ratings were already up due to there being volunteers in an outlying district. But since there were two of you, and you were best friends, he swore that it would be an easy win. There hadn't been a victor from District 9 in 25 years and he was dead.

You and Hardin would be alone going into training, Cress would be your only guide during the next few weeks. You're both thankful for the fact the train rolls at 250 miles an hour, making your trip only a handful of hours. But your head was still pounding when you arrived.

Cameras flashed and people screamed questions at you both as you were practically shoved from the train and into a car. Just to have it all happen again between the car and the tribute center. The only difference was this time you saw people holding out flowers. Cress stopped and gasped, turning back to you both, “We have never had gifts given to us before the games! This is such an honor, graciously accept them and show your love for the capitol!”

You turned and nudge your head to one side, Hardin nodded and without speaking each of you took a side of the walkway. Men, women and children all screaming your name and touching your face or hair. Some had flowers that you would take and offer a smile and kind words back. You shake every hand you can reach, and even stop taking a few pictures.

Somehow you even look happy, excited even to be here, which only drives the crowd crazier. When you and Hardin meet back up by the doors, you each have a handful of flowers and messy hair. Your hands find each other, fingers intertwining as you bow and smile to the crowd who just screams louder.

Another car pulls up so the peacekeepers finish escorting you inside the huge building. Hardin looks around in amazement at the architecture and the size but all you can see is the bodies in the corner. A group of people who you assume are here to size up the competition and try to intimidate them.

Cashmere, Gloss, Brutus, Enobaria, Finnick and Augustus along with their tributes are all sitting there glaring at you. Well all of them besides Finnick, who is the same age as Augustus who is the same age as you and Hardin. Just a bunch of 17 and 18 year olds that deserve to be anyone but here. Finnick was smiling at you, looking you up and down before leaning over and making a comment to Augustus who then smirks.

The look on their faces makes your skin crawl, but you dont show it. Your upper lip pulling into a sneer as you fake gag in their direction causing Hardin to laugh as you keep walking towards the elevator. Thankfully disappearing from the Careers sight.

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Finnick was tired..

Tired of being in the Capitol. Tired of kissing asses, tired of sleeping around, and tired of pretending like he hated every other tribute who walked through the door. But mostly he was just tired, he really needed a nap and a good shower. He was practically sleeping with his eyes open not listening to the others when he heard the crowd outside start screaming.

He looked around quickly, thinking maybe one of the other careers had made their way outside. But no, the whole group was still there. As they all turned towards the door and waited, Finnick was stuck between relief and jealousy. Relief that maybe the people of the Capitol had found a new favorite and would leave him alone, and jealousy that the crowd was honestly being louder for whoever was outside than they were for him.

The jealousy washed away though when the doors opened and a beautiful girl walked in with her escort and who Finnick assumed was her district partner. Arms full of flowers, hair ruffled from fingers running through it and cheeks pink from embarrassment.

He knew right away by the lack of a Victor and the pink man escorting them that they were the tributes from District 9. While the guy looked around clearly amazed with the building, which to be honest happened to most of the tributes, the girl looked unimpressed. She rolled her eyes at her district mate, shouldered him a little before turning and noticing the group.

Which also seemed to be unimpressive to her.

While she looked them over, Finnick looked her over. She was tall for a girl, probably 5’7 or 5’8. Her hair was clean and down to the middle of her back, she was thin but not thin like most who came from her district. Definitely not thin like those from 12. More like the type of thin people get when they work the fields, which is probably what she did coming from 9.

They both looked in shape while the girl looked a little healthier and a little stronger, Finnick knew that appearances were deceiving. While he was sizing her up she turned and locked eyes with him. By the look on her face, she yet again was not impressed. Finnick leaned over to Augustus and whispered “I think we should probably watch out for that one. But smile, make her think we are making fun of her.”

Augustus, who was new to all of this, smiled condescendingly at her before she sneered at them. Laughed with her district mate and left, the two teens turning back to the other careers. “We need to watch them, that's the first time 9 hasnt been scared shitless when they walked in. Plus for whatever reason the crowd loved them, and that's always a problem.” Cashmere said, looking down at her nails before looking over at her brother who nodded.

That was all that passed between the group before they all went up to watch the reapings.

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After hair was ripped out that you didn't even know existed, you were bathed and rubbed with an oil that made your skin seem tanned and shimmery. Makeup was smeared across your face as someone else was pulling at your hair. You sat quietly knowing that fussing was just going to make the process longer. Soon enough, but not soon enough you were left in just a robe in an empty room with nothing but a cot, a chair and a wardrobe.

When the door opened, a dark skinned woman with her hair back in box braids stepped in. She had just a little gold makeup on, and a small gold rose tattooed behind her ear. She smiled genuinely at you before pulling you into a hug, when she pulled back she squeezed your shoulders. “I'm sorry you have to be here.” She said so quietly you almost missed it.

All you did was nod and look down, but she put a hand under your chin and lifted your face. You could tell as she turned it and then looked at your hair that she was examining the team's work. Your eye make up was dramatic, a medium dark green on the lid, with orange brushed into brown that reminded you of leaves changing color. Your bottom lid had the same orange and brown along with dramatic winged eyeliner and false lashes.

Your hair had a thick but slightly messy fishtail crown braid with the rest waterfalling down your back in waves. Small clips that had butterflies, bees and dragonflies on them had been placed seemingly at random around your head. A crown woven with flowers such as Cardinal flower, wood lilies, dotted gayflower, and multiple colors of milkweed rested on your head. The smell was amazing, they looked and smelled like they had just bloomed in the fields behind your home. The mulberries and huckleberries looked like they had been picked at their peak and preserved perfectly.

“My name is Lavanna, I'm your and Hardin's main stylist. I will be designing all your outfits, I'm fresh out of school, this is my first game. But I plan to put you out there in a big way. Not to sound full of myself but I think the only person who could out do what I have planned for you is my younger brother Cinna.. And thankfully he's still in school.” Lavanna smiled at you before turning to the wardrobe and pulling out what you think are pieces of a dress.

She helps you into a dress that is skin tight from the shoulders, down your arms and chest. Tight all the way to your hips where it had just enough room and stretch to walk before it reached along with a slit that went very very high up your right leg. The top, including your arms, was green like the forest then it started to mix and fade into a dark amberish color. Then it ombred down into a beautiful bright orange that reminded you of the sunsets back home. Again it felt like you were looking at the leaves changing.

She helped you into orange heels that wrapped up your legs but thankfully had a thick heel. Last but not least she told you to raise your arms as she wrapped a belt around your waist. It perfectly blended in with the color of your dress, and attached was something out of a book. It looked like it belonged to royalty or a goddess, not you.

Behind you was a long tulle train, the tulle barely colored to match the dress where it needed too. But at the bottom was leaves, they started green but turned into rich reds and bright vivid oranges and yellows. Leaf shapes stood out to you, yet again from back home.

Birch, black walnut, black and red maple, northern pine oak and cottonwood leaves. Entwined into the leaves were other plants like fluffy cattails, golden wheat, and pampas grass. The only thing you could recognize that wasn't from your district in the entire outfit was pampas grass. All the flowers, all the leaves, even the berries in the crown were all something that grew in your district.

When she turned you around and you caught sight of yourself in the full length mirror you had to step closer and touch the glass. You couldn't believe this was you, sure you had always been told you were pretty, but this was something else. With just some make up, a good proper shower and some fancy clothes you looked like a goddess. You wanted to cry, but couldn't bear to ruin the hours of work you had just gone through.

Lavanna could tell you were at a loss for words, so she stepped forward, careful of the huge train she had created. She smiled at you in the mirror and spoke softly trying not to spook you. “I decided to go a different direction.. The whole farmers thing is a little played out, plus you volunteered for a young girl. And your friend volunteered to stay with you, so I thought you guys deserved something really special.”

When you spoke, it was a whisper “I look like some type of goddess or something.. Like something out of the books in the district library.” You turned to her when she started chuckling, unsure if she was laughing at you or not but she shook her head. “That's what I was going for. Ceres and Saturn, the Goddess of Grain crop and Agriculture. She was also a fertility goddess but we don't need to get into that. And then Saturn God of abundance, wealth, agriculture and a few other unimportant things. Would you like to go see his outfit?”

You nodded silently, still stunned as you looked at yourself one last time. Then you followed Lavanna out into a hall, then down into an area outside that was full of people in costumes and chariots. You turned away refusing to look at the other tributes as you looked for Hardin. And when he appeared you were just as awestruck by his outfit as you had been by your own. But also by him, because he looked so much healthier than he had before.

Hardin had gladiator sandals on with a toga that was tight to his chest and showing part of it. It was the same colors as yours but without all the filigree. He had a crown of leaves that matched the bottom of your train, it had the same berries and some branches on it. His dark curly hair was shiny and tamed for the first time, probably ever. He was also holding a very sharp looking scythe. He looked like the god that would stand next to you, and in this moment he would.

He stared at you in a daze, watching as the train and the bottom of the dress swished around you. He had always told you that you were beautiful, really one of the best looking girls in your age group back home. But now you really looked beautiful, not sweat covered and exhausted from a day in the fields. Even more tired because you knew you would need to come home and care for your grandparents before getting a few hours of sleep and doing it again. You looked like someone who could actually win.

Finnick watched from the district four chariot. He had to force his jaw not to drop as he turned to the sound of heels clicking. His tributes were already waiting on the chariot, one dressed like a fisher the other like a mermaid. They looked great but nowhere near as breathtaking as you looked.

It literally felt like someone slapped Finnick in the face when you walked in. The color of the dress perfectly sets off your skin tone. Your hair fell in just the right way to frame your face. The makeup was dramatic and made the color of your eyes pop. Whoever was styling you had done a fantastic job, but Finnick knew they had a gorgeous model to work with.

He figured you would have looked beautiful in the normal farmer garb your district normally wore. He watched with slight jealousy as you laughed with the male tribute whose name he learned was, Hardin. Watching with a curious mind as the two of you pointed out leaves on your dress with bright eyes and laughed.

He wished that he could be as carefree as you were in that moment. His thoughts were interpreted by a whack on the head. When he turned rubbing the sore spot Mags was smiling up at him with a knowing look. “You like her don't you.” She said as a statement and not a question.

Finnick shook his head and looked around frantically, “First off, you know not to say things like that. Second, I dont even know her.. I just think..” his voice trailed off as he turned back to look at you. A woman who he assumed was your stylist was flitting around you tapping on things placed in your hair. He watched as small insects began to flutter their wings.

His mouth moved without his brain telling it too, he felt so comfortable around Maggie that the facade he put up every single day outside of his home slipped. “I just think she's the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” As soon as it was out he coughed and rubbed the back of his neck. He had never said something like that, or felt so inclined to talk to someone.

He watched as you and Hardin stepped up onto your chariot, you were now holding a small basket woven into a cornucopia. Your stylist team shoved small flowers and foods into the basket as the main stylist moved the train of your dress to flow behind you. Lavanna held it up with the help of one of the others as your chariot moved. Mags gasped when the wind from the ride caught the ends of your train holding it up. The tulle had folded out giving the effect of leaves and grass flying out behind your chariot. All he wanted was to catch your scent on the air, to feel your warmth radiate around him like the sun.

Taking a step back he forced his brain to remind his hormonal heart that he no longer had the luxury of thinking like that.

He belonged to the Capitol. To Snow. And to the people who threw money away to spend time with him. No matter how disgusting he felt when he crawled into bed at night, it didn't matter. He had people to protect, parents and a friend or two. He couldn't allow himself to feel things towards those he couldn't have.

And he couldn't have you.

PART 2

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partypoisonzz · 2 years

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clean me off (i'm so dirty, babe) (frank iero x reader)

Kinktober Day 9: Period Sex/Shower Sex

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Era: Revenge (2005)

Content:

- Implied pre-poly (Frank/Reader/Gerard)

- Some vague details regarding menstruation/cramps (not graphic though... but the point of the oneshot is that y'all get it on during shark week)

- You cuddle with Gerard and then Frank rails you a few hours later! Aah!

Word Count: 3,743

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

You fucking hate this.

If you could opt out of your period, you absolutely would. In fact, you tried to do just that.

Your doctor told you that you could skip your placebo pills to put it off until next month. You figured there was no harm in trying it out during the tour. You were going to be on the road with the band for four weeks. How convenient would it be if you didn't bleed during any of them?

It would have been extremely convenient, if that was the way that it turned out.

Much to your chagrin, you get your period anyway, — right on schedule, in fact. It isn't pulling any punches this time, either.

Not that it ever does.

You're extremely pissed off by the way this whole thing has played out. Not only are you bleeding, but you have to spend most of your time stuck on a bus or backstage at venues with a bunch of guys. A bunch of loud, sweaty, obnoxious, annoying guys. You love them all to death, you really do. But their energy levels and your hormonal state do not play nicely together.

Luckily, you've pretty much hit the lottery for tonight. You'll be able to end your day in a hotel room with just one of those loud, sweaty, obnoxious, annoying guys, — the one that just so happens to be your boyfriend.

You and Frank will have an entire bed to stretch out in, rather than being crammed into his bunk like sardines in a can. Better yet, you'll be able to get an actual shower. The mere thought of such a luxury makes you want to cry with relief.

Of course, you will only be able to reap this reward if you survive until after the show tonight. By the way that your day is going, you aren't quite sure that will be happening.

Right now, you're curled up on a couch backstage, feeling like you're moments away from death. As per usual, the guys are all over the place, grabbing snacks and taking smoke breaks and talking endlessly about what-the-fuck-ever. You just want your painkillers to kick in or to fall into a deep, peaceful sleep. Whichever comes first.

Alas, neither of those things seem to be coming to fruition. Evidently, you can't even have the couch to yourself.

Gerard settles into the spot next to you without so much as acknowledging your presence. He's throughly distracted, — a Starbucks cold brew in one hand, the latest volume of some comic in the other. You pull your knees into your chest, grumbling to yourself as you listen to him flipping pages and slurping from the straw. You sort of want to scream at him for no particular reason other than existing in your general vicinity, but...

He glances over at you, pulling back from his drink. "So," he starts. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing," you respond curtly. "Why?"

He frowns. "Just wondering if you're okay, s'all. You don't seem like you're feeling too great."

You don't know why your eyes are welling up all of the sudden. He just showed you a bit of concern, — the bare minimum, really, — and yet, in your current mess of a state, the sentiment is deeply moving.

Unfortunately, your overly-emotional response only serves to worry him even more.

"Hey." He places his hand on your arm so delicately, like he's worried you're going to fucking explode or something. "Tell me what's going on, for real."

"I'm fine." You chuckle awkwardly, reaching up to wipe your eyes. "Just... having a bit of a rough time right now." You turn to meet his concerned gaze, smiling sheepishly before quietly offering your explanation. "You know. Girl stuff."

The realization seems to dawn on him instantly. "Oh." He nods. "Yeah, yeah. I've gotcha."

Silence settles between the two of you. Instead of bringing peace like you hoped it would, it's just awkward.

Finally, Gerard speaks again. "Do you want me to, like... hug you, or..."

You laugh despite yourself. "You're stupid," you mutter, scooting closer to him.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his side. You bury your face in his shoulder. As per usual, he smells like a mixture of sweat, coffee, and cigarettes, but you don't even mind. He's warm, and he seems to actually give a shit about what you're going through, and he's just... So fucking good. You couldn't ask for a better friend... Or whatever the fuck he is when you consider the excessively blurry lines between you, him, and Frank.

He rubs your shoulder, so gentle that you could cry all over again. "I'm sorry, sugar," he says. "If it would make you feel any better, I could get Brian to let you into the bus and you could go lay down in there. Can't believe that Frank didn't try and get you to stay back, if you were feeling bad..."

You shake your head, not bothering to look up. "Didn't tell Frank," you mutter into his jacket.

"You didn't tell Frank?" he echoes. "Why not? You told me, for God's sake..."

You sigh, shifting against him in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. "You could tell something was wrong," you point out. "If I try to keep something from you, you figure it out, anyway. Frank's not like that. He's less of a mindreader and more of a... Lovable, excited puppy?" You chuckle at your own metaphor. "He can't tell what's happening right in front of him sometimes."

You pause, allowing your mind to wander. Of course, given your predicament and the current topic of conversation, it winds up in some not-so-pleasant places.

"Oh, well," you continue with a sigh. "Guess he'll figure it out tonight, anyway."

"What do you... Oh." You look up at him, only to find that his face has gone bright red. Just as you expected. "Jesus."

You nudge him lightly, grinning. "What? Talking about my period isn't too much for you, but thinking about me and Frank having sex is?"

He shakes his head. "No, no, it's not that it's too much," he says. "It's just... I'm thinking..."

You giggle, shifting until your head is resting in his lap. "Knowing you, I'm not sure I even want to know what you're thinking." You look up at him, smiling slyly. "Don't get excited, Gee. We probably won't even end up doing anything."

"Oh." God. You wonder if he can turn any redder than he already is. "Have you ever tried it, though?"

You laugh, swatting idly at his thigh. "What business is that of yours, pervert?"

"I'm not trying to be perverted, I swear!" He holds his hands up in surrender. "It's just... I've heard that it helps..."

"From who?" you press.

He stays silent, fixing you with that deer in the headlights look.

Oh.

"Oh my God," you say. "You have firsthand experience, don't you?"

He turns a darker shade of red. And there it is.

You clutch your stomach as you burst into hysterics. "Holy shit," you manage between howls. "I should alert the media. Hell, I should bring it to the fucking fan forums! Let everybody know that Gerard Way has his red wings..."

"Shh!" Your eyes go wide as he claps his hand over your mouth. "It's not like I want everybody to know. I just thought..."

You push his hand away, still laughing. "If this is some kind of proposition, then no way," you tell him. "We might be closer than most, but I don't know you like that."

He shakes his head fervently. "It's not," he insists. "I just thought it might be good for you to know..."

You snort. "Thank you for your service to womankind, Gerard," you say. "I owe my life to your empathetic ass."

"What gift has he given to humanity now?" You look up to see Frank grinning down at the two of you.

If you were any other three people, your current position might result in obvious jealousy from your boyfriend. Yet, this is just how it is with the three of you.

Still, Frank can never resist a teasing remark. He raises his eyebrows, nudging Gerard's leg with his foot. "Any particular reason why my girl's head is in your lap, Gee?" he asks. "I wasn't about to miss a show, was I?"

"Absolutely not." You sit up, detaching yourself from Gerard, who is still blushing like a fucking virgin despite the fact that he just shared some of the gorier details of his sex life with you.

"Gerard was just telling me a really funny story." You shoot Gerard a sly grin before meeting Frank's eyes with a sweet smile. "You should ask him about it later. It's an absolute riot."

"I'll get around to it." Frank leans down to press a kiss against your lips before pushing a warm cup of coffee into your hand. He pulls back and smiles at you. "Just figured I'd bring you that. You seem like you could use a little extra pick-me-up."

"That's sweet of you, babe. Thank you." You take a sip of coffee as Frank settles in the open space between you and Gerard.

Despite the fact that you have absolutely zero personal space, you feel ten times more alive now than you did an hour ago, thanks in equal measure to the caffeine entering your bloodstream and the men that you're sharing the couch with.

By the time that the show ends that night, you feel like you've been dragged to hell and back.

You're fucking exhausted, though you know you aren't the only one. The guys are all disheveled and half-dead-looking, in their usual states of post-show disarray.

Ray spends the entire ride back showing everyone his newly acquired finger injury.

"Look at this shit!" he exclaims. "There was blood spurting all over the place during "Venom." Thought I was gonna pass out for a second."

"Meh." Frank shrugs, wearing his usual shit-eating grin. "I've seen worse."

"Inflicted worse is more like it," Mikey chimes in.

"Yeah, Frankie." Gerard elbows him in the side playfully. "You're just bitter because you weren't the cause of tonight's biggest injury. Hurts your pride."

"There's still time, you know," Frank shoots back, reciprocating his shove.

You roll your eyes as the four of them carry on, laughing and pushing each other around until Brian calls for them to knock it off.

For the love of God, you think to yourself. Please get me off of this bus with these boys.

Mercifully, you get your wish soon enough. The bus stops outside of the hotel, allowing the group of you to pile into the lobby to collect your keys.

As soon as you drop your bag onto the pull-out couch next to the bed in your hotel room, you heave a sigh of relief. You unzip the bag, collecting your pajamas and a maxi pad. "I'm going to take a shower," you inform Frank as he flops down onto the bed face-first.

He rolls over, looking up at you. Despite his obvious exhaustion, there's a familiar spark of mischief in his eyes.

No. More than mischief. He looks... Hungry.

"Can I join you?"

Dammit.

You sigh. "I mean, yeah, you can, but..." You turn around and head for the bathroom. "Don't get your hopes up, okay? I'm fucking tired. And let me get the water warmed up and stuff before you come barging in."

"Whatever you say, baby," he calls after you.

You hear the static of him flipping through the TV channels as you strip and turn off the faucet.

This is ridiculous, you think. He's totally gonna notice that you're bleeding if you shower together. He'll probably be even more grossed out if you don't tell him beforehand. Maybe you should have vetoed the shower suggestion to begin with. The more you think about it, the worse of an idea it seems to be.

Of course, it's too late for that by the time that he pulls the glass shower door aside and steps in with you a few minutes later.

As soon as his arms snake around your waist, you decide to just come out with it.

"I've got my period," you blurt out.

Frank just chuckles, seeming wholly unphased. "Okay?"

You blink, face burning. "Does that not, like... freak you out at all?"

"Why would it?" he asks. "We've been together for almost a year, babe. It's not like I didn't know it happened."

"I just thought, y'know... Since you wanted to join me in the shower, that you might want to..." You look down at the white tile floor. "Screw around or something."

"Well, not if you don't want to, of course," he replies easily. "But, in the off chance that you did want to... This would be the place."

You blink at this suggestion. "In a hotel shower?"

"Easy to wash away all the evidence." He leans down, pressing a kiss against your neck. You shiver slightly at the feeling of his lip ring pressing against your skin.

In all honesty, you aren't opposed to the idea at all, even less so as he continues to mouth at your neck. It's just that... Well, you hadn't expected this.

"Promise me you won't get super weird about it if it turns out... Well, gross?" you ask, just to be sure.

"I swear," Frank replies. "Not much freaks me out, babe."

"Alright," you reply. "So, how's this gonna work? Like... From a technical standpoint."

"I was thinking..." You let out a yelp of surprise as Frank pushes you back against the shower wall. "Like this?"

You hesitate with a frown. "This seems... Slippery," you say. "The last thing I want is to fall over going heels to Jesus in the shower."

"You won't," Frank assures you. "Just... Wrap your legs around my waist."

You blink at him. "Frank Anthony," you start. "If I end up knocking myself out, I am going to personally kick your ass as soon as I wake up."

"You won't," he repeats. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you against the wall with a surprising amount of stability as you instinctively wrap your legs around him.

You swallow hard, feeling your heart beginning to speed up as you shift against the wall, getting reasonably comfortable. "Yeah," you mutter quietly. "Okay."

He gives you a soft smile, reaching out to gently tuck a lock of wet hair behind your ear. "Don't be nervous, babe," he tells you. "I've got you, see?"

As soon as the words leave his mouth, you feel his hand brushing against your inner thigh. "Frank." His name breaks up from your throat, edged with much more desperation than you expected. "Please..."

His lips brush lightly against yours before he pulls back again, his eyes boring into yours with that spark of intensity that drives you wild every time. "You want it, angel?" he asks. "Want to fuck yourself on my fingers?"

You nod, feeling the cold tile pressing against your skin. "Yeah," you say. "Yeah, I do."

"Thought so."

Your head falls against his shoulder as he shoves one finger inside of you, immediately going all the way up to the knuckle without any resistance.

You let out a soft whimper as he thrusts his finger in and out of you, setting a quick rhythm. "So easy," he says. "All wet and open for me..."

You wrap your arms tighter around his shoulders. "More," you manage weakly.

"You need more, huh? Need to be stretched out?" He adds another finger, keeping the pace he set before. "How's that?"

It's all you can do not to throw your head back against the wall. "Feels so good, Frankie. Fuck..." Your eyes fall closed as he continues to thrust his fingers into you.

You're so much more sensitive than usual. The feeling seems... Magnified, somehow, albeit being edged with a dull ache that isn't usually there. Despite the fact that your cramps are usually the absolute bane of your existence, you don't actually hate it. In fact, it's almost pleasant.

You gasp as his fingers press against a spot deep inside of you, causing your legs to tighten around him. "Right there, Frankie, oh my God..."

"So needy," he comments, repeating the action all over again. "My pretty girl, begging to come all over my fingers." He leans it to kiss you again, — long and deep this time, with teeth and tongue.

He's moving his hand even faster now, fingers hooking against just the right place, occasionally grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. It's all so overwhelming and so fucking dirty. Your head spins as his name breaks up from your throat, broken. "Frank..."

"Fucking do it." He presses his fingers up into you and holds them there, causing you to tense around him. "There we go... That's my girl..."

You clench around him, muffling your moan into his neck as you come apart. Your thighs tremble violently. You aren't sure if it's because of the position that you're in, or just the fact that everything feels so much more intense than usual, but it feels like it takes forever for you to stop shaking and come back down to earth.

You whine as Frank pulls his fingers out of you. Despite the fact that you just had one of the most intense orgasms in... Well, maybe ever, that burning ache is still there, heavy in the pit of your stomach.

You want more.

No. You need more.

You wrap your legs tighter around Frank's waist, gripping him like your life depends on it. "Need you to fuck me."

"Oh, yeah?" He meets your gaze, eyes flashing. "Tell me how bad you want it, baby."

If he wants you to beg, that won't be a problem. Not at all.

"Need it," you whine, gripping him tighter. "Need you to make me come again. Need to have you inside of me."

He groans. "Oh, Jesus," he mutters before lifting you up the slightest bit higher and pushing inside of you.

You let out a shrill, desperate sound as he fills you up, already clawing at his back. "Do it hard," you plead. "Please, Frankie."

He keeps his arms around you as he bucks up into you, crushing you against his chest so as to keep you from hitting your head on the wall.

"My fucking dirty girl," he says. "Wanted this so bad, but couldn't even ask for it."

"Didn't... didn't think you would... Oh, fuck..." Your attempts to explain yourself are cut off by your desperate whimpers as he fucks you at a bruising pace.

At this point, your belly isn't cramping so much anymore, but the angle ensures that your legs and back do. You can't even bring yourself to mind, however, as Frank fucks you. He's hitting all the right places, and it feels like every nerve ending in your body is awake and buzzing,

"Didn't think I'd what?" Frank asks. "Didn't think I'd want to touch you, just because you're bleeding? Fuck, baby... I couldn't care less." He looks down at your face, smiling slyly.

"Wish you could see yourself right now," he continues. "All blissed out and desperate. You're so..." His mouth moves down your neck as he drives into you, even harder. "Fucking... Beautiful..."

"Frank." You turn your head to the side, feeling your face burn as he continues mouthing along your neck, surely leaving behind a pattern of angry red marks. "Gonna come again..."

"No, no, angel. You gotta look at me."

Slowly, you turn back towards him, meeting his eyes again. That just makes it all the more intense and... Fuck.

You come around him with a high-pitched moan, digging your fingernails hard into his shoulder.

"So fucking pretty. Fuck, baby." Frank throws his head back as he follows you over the edge, coming inside you with a deep groan.

You stay pressed against the shower wall for a while, weak-kneed and lightheaded.

"Hold still," Frank tells you.

You let out a sigh as he slowly pulls out of you. You're afraid to look down and see the mess that you've made, but you can't stop yourself.

You cringe. It's just as bad as you expected. "Sorry about... That," you manage weakly.

Frank shakes his head. "We're in the shower for a reason, right?" he asks. "C'mere. Let me help you get cleaned up."

You slide down against the wall, forcing yourself to stand on shaking legs.

Once you're under the shower's spray, you realize that the water's gone cold. Still, you close your eyes, giving a shaky but contented sigh as Frank washes your back with the hotel soap.

"Can't believe you did that," you mutter as he passes the bar soap over to you so you can return the favor.

He chuckles. "Does it really surprise you that much?"

"Honestly, yeah." You put the bar of soap down and move on to the shampoo bottle, lathering the suds into his hair. "I mean, I wouldn't be so surprised if Gerard did it, but..."

"Hey, now," Frank cuts you off. "Are you really talking about Gerard after I gave you not one, but two mind-blowing, cramp-relieving orgasms?"

You laugh. "Don't even act like you haven't immediately started talking about Gerard after sex, too," you say. "He's constantly there, in the back of our minds. We can't get rid of him."

"I guess so." Frank leans back into your touch like an affectionate puppy before speaking up again. "You wanna know something?"

"What?"

"Gee was the one who actually, uh... Put the idea in my head."

You stop massaging the shampoo into his scalp, feeling your face burning. "Please tell me you're kidding."

"I wish I could," he replies solemnly. "He told me you were laying all over him because you had cramps. Said that you deserved, uh... A chance at natural relief, or something like that?" He shakes his head. "I dunno. More and more lately, I get the feeling that he must be into some weird shit."

You laugh. "Well, that weird shit helped," you say. "I guess I really am indebted to him now."

"Yeah," Frank agrees. "Might as well give him a big ol' kiss next time you see him as a thank you."

A smile spreads across your face. "I will, if you don't beat me to it."

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giant-rat-goop-monster · 1 year

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Surfer Boy Pizza Delivery

Nancy Wheeler x Reader

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Word Count: 1,721

Summary: Even in your spacey state, still, all you wanted was your girlfriend.

WARNINGS: Drug use (weed), sexual themes, angry Nancy

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It was weird.

The sensation of your body feeling like it was floating up in the clouds while simultaneously sinking deep into the soft cushions that pilled into the back of the yellow delivery van, like a rock into the sea.

Sweet, earthy smoke fogged up the haphazardly covered windows, trying in vain to stop anyone from finding out the happenings going on inside. That same mist floated through the air, making it stuffy with every inhale, only furthering the feelings that racked your body.

That was, until the hazy peace was rudely interrupted by the trunk being thrown open, revealing an angry brunette.

"There you are," she seethed, speaking as if she knew from the beginning but still didn't want to believe what she was seeing was, in fact, the truth. Not that you noticed any of that. The clear anger that masked her face went unnoticed by you in your drugged-out state.

"Nance!" you yelled out happily, throwing your arms apart, overjoyed to see the girl who carried your affections like they were a gift. Almost smacking Argyle with the back of your hand as you did. With her hands upon her hips, Nancy found herself wishing that you had, knowing that the "peace and love" man was the whole reason you were in this position. If he were anyone else, she would have spitefully said that he had orchestrated this entire thing.

However, she knew better than that. Having been around the boy enough in the such short time of them meeting each other, to know he didn't have a conniving bone in his body.

"Come on in here," you requested, leaning forward to grasp at her hands, trying to guide her into the back of the cannabis-scented van.

"No. Absolutely not," Nancy said, shaking her head vehemently. Planting her feet into the nature-covered ground outside of Hopper's cabin, stopping your weak attempts from getting her any closer into the vehicle, "If I come back smelling like marijuana, my parents will flip."

"You're gonna smell like it anyway, just from being this close," you teased her lowly, mouth brushing against hers in your further attempts to get her into the back of the van with you, knowing how hard it was for Nancy to deny your lips when you did this. However, in your high state, you failed to realise just how pissed off the petite girl was, "So, why don't you just hop on in here and spend some time with me, huh?"

At this point, you had forgotten about Argyle entirely.

Nothing against the long-haired man, you were just so out of it that you couldn't focus on more than one thing at the moment, and you were incredibly okay with that being your beautiful girlfriend.

But you were soon alerted to his existence once more as he scooted his way ned to you and out of the van, bidding you both a goodbye with, "See you brotachios later."

"Bye, Argyle!" you called after him as he headed off to probably go find Jonathan while Nancy continued to glare daggers at you.

"Good luck, my dude!"

Now that got you to furrow your brows momentarily in confusion, ticking your head to the side before moving back to beam over at Nancy.

"Hey, baby."

"Y/N. What the hell are you playing at?"

"What? I can't call you 'baby' now?"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

You groaned lightly, finally figuring out what she was talking about, pressing your forehead into hers, hands still encased her wrists.

"Baby, please don't be like this."

"'Don't be like thi'-"

Before she could finish her angered sentence, you cut her off, only to continue your prior begging.

"Just come in here, please? We can have some privacy. You can yell at me all you want in here."

"I think I'll yell at you all I want from out here, thank you."

"Oh, Nance, just-" Releaseingher wrists, you instead, grasped at her waist, using your new-found leverage to begin tugging her into the back of the pizza van. "Come on in here."

"No, Y/N- I swear- Christ."

Once the curly-haired brunette had crossed the threshold, you gave one final pull, dropping back as you did, only to land in your lap with a surprised yelp.

"Y/N," Nancy scolded, hands upon your chest as she looked down at you with hard eyes and curved brows.

All the while, you dopily smiled up at her like she had hung the stars in the sky.

"Hey, baby."

"I swear to God, Y/N, when you come down from this, you're going to be in for a world of trouble."

With a hum, you replied, "Sounds like fun." Finishing it with a flirty wiggle of your brows.

"You won't find it fun when it's happening," Nancy spoke with a sarcastic smile.

Another hum sounded at the back of your throat, taking in Nancy's glorious body from where it sat upon your pelvis. This position reminded you of all the times she was in it before, when she would look down at you with the same want in your eyes right now. Passing your hands up and down her sides.

"You know what would be fun to do right now?"

Nancy's eyes grew wide, head turning to the side at your insinuation.

"No. There is no way I'm doing anything like that with you in the back of this van."

"I just want a little kiss, baby," you spoke lowly, shaking your head side to side, trying to tease her into kissing you.

"I'm not kissing you where everyone can see," she referred to your friends, still busy cleaning up the hidden away cabin and venturing the woods, setting up booby-trap alarms. Through the still-open trunk of the yellow van. "I still can't believe you did that in front of Argyle. I mean, I know he's lax on pretty much everything, but what if he had reacted badly at what you did? If he wasn't stoned out of his mind, he might have."

"Oh, please," you scoffed with a roll of your eyes, "That boy has more colours to him than JCPenney."

Nancy squinted down at you, trying to decipher your made-up expression.

"What?"

"Nance, about five minutes before you opened that door, he got finished telling me about the time of how he blew Jonathan in the back of this car. He gives Fruity Pebbles a run for their money, babe."

Ignoring your second descriptor of how gay the pizza boy was, Nancy reacted to the news of her ex-boyfriend having his own fun in the very van you had pulled her into.

"Okay, I'm definitely not kissing you in the back of thing van now."

"Oh, baby, come on. Don't do that," you whined, watching as she struggled against your body, trying to move and exit the vehicle.

Quickly, before she could remove herself from your lap, you pushed yourself up with one hand, the other coming to cup the back of her neck, pulling her down onto your lips.

After a few seconds spent kissing you, Nancy pulled away, with her nose wrinkled in the cutest way possible and pursed lips.

"You taste disgusting."

"Yeah, but I kiss amazing," you countered, brushing your thumb across her cheekbone, easily pulling her into another kiss.

Nancy's hands were wrapped up in the chest of your shirt, holding you in place as if you would suddenly sink through the van and out of her grasp. Given your experiences over the years, you couldn't blame her. At this point, you don't even think something like that would surprise you. Just like the brunette resting upon you, you kept her pressed against your body, hands holding her hips, soon rounding her to hug the girl to you, one hand threading into her hair just as her tongue slipped into your mouth.

You moaned softly into her lips, adoring the feeling of her satisfied smile in reaction to the noise.

When air started to become an issue, you pulled away with a smirk, peering up at the brunette with hooded eyes, a rasp to your voice when you next spoke.

"Even though I taste disgusting, you still have no issue sticking your tongue down my throat."

Nancy scoffed, rolling her eyes once more, not wanting to admit that you were right, even though you knew, full well, you were.

"Don't flatter yourself. I got used to it after a while."

"Aha. So, does that mean I can get you to smoke with me someday?"

"Not. A. Cance," she stated, leaning down to teasingly rub her nose against yours, smiling the same way.

You also knew that to be true.

Nancy wasn't the type for drugs. Even if it were something as innocent as weed. Not that she would -Truly- judge someone for using it. That didn't mean she had to like it. Especially when it involved someone she cared for greatly. She didn't want you to develop unhealthy mechanisms to cope with the things you have seen and done. Be that with alcohol, drugs, or something else. Nancy never wanted you to go through any hardships in life if they could be avoided.

"We still need to have that little chat when you sober up. So don't think that this is my acceptance of you smoking this yourself, the brunette warned, using her leverage upon your chest to push herself up, exiting through the open trunk, ready to get back to work.

"Now, come on! Just because you're high doesn't mean that you can't help me board up these windows."

"I can't use heavy machinery while under the influence. What makes you think I can use a hammer and nails?" you question, poking your head out of the back of the van, trying to get out of your task.

You should have known better than to think that that might possibly work against the Nancy Wheeler.

Spinning on her heels, the girl spoke to you as she continued walking backwards towards the cabin, "Then you hold the boards. And I'll do the hammering."

You groaned, stumbling out of the van, following after Nancy up the steps of the cabin. Wishing that you were back on those soft cushions, with your girlfriend, laying across your body, with her soft lips upon yours.=====

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Wild Summer (Part 3)

Series Masterlist

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader, Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and JJ have fun in the supply room. Rafe figures out what happened between her and the pogue and he's not happy about it.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), sub!JJ, dom!Reader, oral (f + m receiving), rough sex, semi-public sex, pain kink (slight), unprotected sex (y/n is on the pill), angst, jealous!Rafe in the end

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Hiii! This part contains JJ smut, followed by jealous Rafe confronting Y/N about his feelings. These crazy kids' journeys are only beginning! As I've said, this series will feature several OBX characters. I hope you enjoy it and do let me know if you like the concept of this series and would like to see more!

My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated (but reblogs are welcome).

Happy reading! 🥰

Wild Summer (Part 3)

"I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name. Can you do that?" JJ gulped at her question, the words igniting a fire inside of him.

He could tell she was aching for a distraction over something. He wouldn't judge, he'd done the same thing plenty of times. So he nodded his head and grabbed her face in his hands, crashing his lips against hers.

Their tongues met and he pulled her closer. She tasted of mimosas and smelled like strawberries - it was a delicious combination. Their tongues danced together, battling for domination, neither willing to relent. She bit down on his bottom lip and he groaned. She was wearing him down and he liked it.

"Your wish is my command, princess." He whispered against her lips and she sighed in pleasure as his mouth made it's way down her neck. This was good. This was what she needed.

He left wet, hot kisses over her neck and collar bones, grazing her skin with his teeth, making her tug on his hair in response. She was breathing heavily, her chest moving against his. The thin material of her sundress gave him the opportunity to feel exactly how turned on she was, her nipples hard already. He groaned as he bit down on her shoulder and she gasped at the audacity of his actions. She pulled him off her by his hair, roughly - and he moaned at the feeling. She was so hot when she was pissed off.

He smirked at her and her pupils dilated. He was asking for trouble. Little did he know, she'd deliver more of it than he could imagine. She tugged his hair harder and he groaned, no longer smirking but looking at her in surprise. He was incredibly turned on with her taking control of the situation, his dick straining against his pants painfully.

"You like to be hurt?" She was looking right into his eyes as she posed the question and he gulped at the intensity of it all. He didn't really advertise all his kinks so her reading him like that really shook him. He projected the image of a guy who likes control but nothing got him harder than the idea of being used. Somehow she could see right through him. He wanted her to be rough. Wanted her to fuck him. He needed it so badly he almost begged. But he didn't. He still had his pride after all.

"Are you a subby little boy? Huh?" She was teasing him, both with her words and her movements. She was scratching at the back of his neck and looking at him with dark eyes that made him want to get down on his knees for her.

When he didn't respond she tugged at his hair again, harder, drawing a whimper out of him. "I asked you something." He nodded his head rapidly, too turned on to find his words. "Yes?" "Y-yes." She hummed in response.

She looked him over for a moment, he was panting in anticipation. So hard he wanted to burst. And then she was pushing him down by his head, until his knees hit the floor and he was looking up at her with hungry eyes. "You gonna make me cum, baby?" He nodded, wide eyes, licking his lips in preparation for what's to come.

"Go on then. Better make it good if you wanna cum too." Her words had his eyes rolling back. She was so filthy and it was driving him insane. She widened her legs for him and he didn't need to be told twice, flipping her dress up and diving in head first.

He kissed her thighs and hips until he finally made contact with her panty-clad core. He licked her clit over the cotton fabric and her eyes closed in relief. He was looking up at her, needing to see her reactions, to know just how good he was making her feel. He didn't play around too much, slipping his hands under the band of her underwear and pulling it down her legs quickly. She stepped out of them and he stuffed them into his back pocket, not wanting to waste a second more before tasting her.

He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder and buried his face in her heat, finally giving her the sweet release she'd been craving. He moved expertly on her; licking and sucking on her lips, nudging her clit with his nose, lapping up her excitement eagerly. He was moaning into her pussy as he worked her, and it drove her crazy. The vibrations paired with his ministrations felt so fucking good she wanted to be loud, to reward him. But she couldn't. They were still in his place of work and her family was not 50 feet away, clueless as to what she was getting up to with the bartender. It turned her on so much.

He watched her sigh and pant above him as he ate her expertly, her head falling back against the wall, fingers burying into his hair. His tongue made its way into her heat and she gasped, louder than she intended, causing his cock to twitch. She was biting down on her lip to suppress her moans as he started sucking on her clit right before two fingers made their way deep inside her. And then he was pumping into her, licking and sucking and biting on her clit and she had to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep quiet.

He felt so fucking high on it - seeing the pure pleasure he was bringing her was so hot he could barely stand it. He was louder than her, letting out moans and groans into her pussy as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He didn't care if someone caught them, didn't care that he'd definitely be fired or even arrested if someone walked in on them. The view of her falling apart for him was all he cared about in that moment.

She started clutching on his fingers and he knew she was close so he picked up speed and force, working her harder, sucking her deeper. And then her nails dug into his scalp and she was shaking and twitching on him. She came so hard that his face was drenched and he wanted to curse at how sexy the whole thing was.

He cleaned her up with his mouth, enjoying the taste for as long as he could while she tried catching her breath, legs feeling like jelly after her climax.

Her eyes opened and she looked down at him - so damn pretty on his knees for her. His face was shiny with her release and it ignited a new fire in her. She pulled him up by his shirt and kissed him. Hard, needy, so turned on they were both struggling to breathe. She tasted herself on his tongue and moaned at the absolutely erotic feeling of it. He was gripping her waist, trying to keep himself together, the whole thing overwhelming his senses.

Her hand cupped him over his pants and he moaned into her mouth. He was so hard it was painful and she decided enough was enough. She made quick work of undoing his pants, pushing them down his thighs and massaging him over his boxers. He was letting out delicious whimpers and moans at her actions and they were making her feel high.

She pulled his underwear down, finally releasing his cock and he wanted to sigh in relief. She looked him over, all panting and flushed and hard for her - so red, tip wet with precum - and she groaned at the sight.

She pulled him back by his hair and kissed his neck as she started pumping him. He was putty in her hands and she was on an adrenaline high. It was so hot, the way he relinquished control to her. So hot she couldn't wait any longer. She rubbed his tip and he whined, causing a smirk to make its way onto her face. So fun to play with. She wanted to drag it out longer but they were on a clock after all, and she really wanted to feel him.

"You're gonna fuck me now. Yes?" He was moaning and nodding, so lost in lust it was hard to find his breath. "Yes?" She repeated and he struggled to find his words. "Ye-yes. Yes." His voice was trembling and it was the sexiest thing.

She wrapped her leg around him, pulling him closer, their cores touching. He was a mess, she was driving him absolutely insane and he didn't mind it one bit.

"Make it hard. I wanna feel you for days." His eyes rolled to the back of his head at her filthy orders. He groaned and nodded, kissing her lips in hopes she won't force him to speak again cause he didn't think he could.

He picked her up, legs wrapped around him, cock pressing into her soaked heat. She leaned half back against the wall and her fingers found their way into his hair again. She loved tugging on it, it was so fun, with his reactions always being so immediate.

He positioned himself at her entrance but before he could push in she pulled his hair to make him look at her. "You don't cum until I say so. Got it?" Fuck, he wanted to cry at how hot that was and how hard it was making him. He didn't think he'd ever been harder in his life.

"Yeah." He mumbled before he pushed inside her. And then they were both letting out desperate pants and low moans, trying so hard to stay quiet but so high on the feeling their self control was slipping.

He was following her orders - fucking her hard and deep, swallowing her moans, squeezing her ass and trying not to pass out from her rough tugs on his hair and the way she clenched around him. It was hot and sloppy and rough and needy and it felt so fucking good. So good that they were both approaching their highs a lot quicker than they expected.

The items on the shelves shook with how hard he was fucking her against the wall. Her nails were digging into his neck and shoulders, drawing groans from deep inside of him. If anyone passed the door they definitely would have known exactly what was going on inside. But they didn't give a shit. It felt too damn good that the risk was worth it.

She started clenching harder, getting closer to the peak and he slipped one hand between them to roughly rub at her clit. That was all it took for her to fall off the edge as she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her screams, her climax rushing through her. It was so intense her eyes rolled back and she was definitely drawing blood with how hard her nails were pressing into his back.

He fucked her through her orgasm, twitching inside her from the intensity of her grip on his cock. He was so pussy drunk he could hardly handle it - so fucking close and he was trying so hard to stay in control, to wait for her say so.

As soon she came down from her high she was pushing him off of her. He was confused at how quickly she jumped down from him, leaving him hard and cold. It didn't take long for him to realize what she was doing as her knees hit the ground and her lips wrapped around his cock. The sight alone had him moaning. Her movements on him having him on the edge in no time.

She was sucking on him so good, tasting her own juices on his dick and moaning around him. He was whimpering with pleasure. She reached down and rubbed his balls and he was right there but she realized he was still holding back. And then she figured out why.

She pulled back, catching her breath. "Cum for me." And as soon as her lips wrapped back around him he did. He came inside her mouth, grunts leaving him as his climax took over and his knees buckled.

He came so hard he felt like he was floating. Her mouth moving on him, working him through his orgasm. It was absolute euphoria. She sucked on him hard, drawing out every last drop until she was sure he was finished. She pulled off of him, opening her mouth to show him his cum swirling in it. He whimpered at the sight - so pornographic he couldn't believe it was happening. And then she swallowed and licked her lips, making sure to get every drop. She licked him clean as his hands against the wall held him upright so he wouldn't fall.

She got up and kissed him, making him taste himself on her tongue and he moaned into her mouth. He swore her middle name must have been Trouble because she was crazy and he loved it.

She pulled away smiling at him, brushing back the hair that fell onto his forehead as they caught their breaths. She was so beautiful he could hardly believe she was real. He found himself smiling too, post orgasm high making them both giddy. She kissed him again, a sweet kiss that almost had him questioning if what just happened was real or if he'd imagined it. But the taste of him on her mouth was more than enough to convince him it was. He moaned into the kiss and she pulled back grinning.

She put her dress back in place and tried to fix her hair with her hands. He was still trying to steady his breathing, just looking at her in awe. She saw him and smirked. That damned smirk that started it all. Trouble.

"You should probably get dressed." She nodded her head down and he realized he was still standing there with his pants down and cock out. He blushed and she laughed reaching down to help him put his underwear back on.

"You're cute when you blush, you know?" She helped him buckle himself back up, his fingers still shaky. His cheeks were bright red now and it was endearing. A simple compliment made him react like that after everything they had just done. Fucking adorable.

She fixed his shirt for him and stood back looking him over, just to make sure he looked presentable enough to go back out into the world. His bow tie was crooked so she reached up to fix it. His eyes were focused on her, too in trance to do anything else but look. Look at this stunning woman in front of him. This filthy, troublesome, beautiful woman.

Her eyes snapped up to see him staring and she cocked a brow. "You're so pretty." She chuckled at his words and kissed his cheek, making him blush all over again. "So are you." She grinned and stepped back, turning round to unlock the door.

His mind finally caught up to him before she managed to turn the handle and he grasped her by the arm, gently. She turned around in question and he pulled her panties from his back pocket handing them to her. She smirked and shook her head leaving him confused.

"Keep 'em. You can give them back to me next time." And with that she opened the door and left him standing there, clutching her underwear, in pure shock over what just happened. Someone passed by the door and he quickly snapped out of it, tucking her panties back into his pocket and fighting off another boner that was quickly starting to form. Trouble.

She passed a mirror on her way back and took a second to fix her appearance. Her cheeks held a healthy flush and she was glowing with that post sex glow. She was sated and feeling happy. But that all came crashing down as soon as she stepped back into the dining hall and reality came flooding back.

Quickly making her way back to her seat, she tried hard not to meet his eye. She could feel his gaze burning into her and she knew - he knew what she'd been up to. And for some reason she felt shitty. She knew she didn't owe him anything. They'd had a one night stand, had no right to each other. She knew she hadn't done anything wrong. She had every right to sleep with whomever and do whatever she wanted.

And yet, the overwhelming guilt bubbling inside of her was claiming different. She felt ashamed and she hated herself for it. For letting him get to her like that. Because it had worked. She hadn't thought of him once when she was with JJ. She felt good and had fun. And she was going to be damned if she let this make her feel bad about herself. No way. She was a grown ass woman, with every right to enjoy herself and she wasn't going to let some guy have that kind of power over her.

Her eyes finally met his. Her resolve clear. She was not letting that guilt make itself at home. She was not some little girl, desperate to belong to a guy. Her plan remained the same; having as much fun as she could this summer before going back to her life and being responsible again.

Rafe could see it in her eyes - she didn't feel bad about it. It seemed for a while like she had, like she was struggling with something in her head. But it seemed she decided not to be bothered about hurting him or making him jealous. And that should have told him that she really didn't care, that she didn't feel the same things he did, that she was done with him. But all it did was make his resolve stronger. He wouldn't accept that, not just like that, not without speaking his piece. Not without showing her just how much he wanted her. Not without trying for her. For them.

He didn't care if she fucked every pogue on the island. He still wanted her. More than he wanted anything in his life. And as much as it hurt, he knew she wasn't in the wrong. He had no right to her, no monopoly. But he wasn't giving up without a fight. He would show her exactly why he was the only one she needed.

Whatever was going on at the table with his friends, Rafe didn't care. Whatever was going on at the table with her family, she didn't care. They were staring at each other, unwilling to relent. As if whoever blinked first admitted defeat. It was perhaps childish and ridiculous but there they were. And the more their eyes stayed on each other's, the more they were both feeling deep inside. The tension, the chemistry, that magnetic pull was still there, as strong as ever. Like it was oxygen in their lungs or iron in their blood. It was undeniable, powerful and real.

Eventually they did break contact, neither knew who it was that blinked first but they were pulled back into conversations at their respective tables, their companions none the wiser of the storms brewing inside of them. And as time passed, they felt the other's eyes on their bodies but they didn't meet again. Not until her family was ready to leave and panic stirred within him. He needed to talk to her. He couldn't just let her leave again without saying anything.

She gave him an intense and calculating look before she spun on her heels and followed her parents out of the club. He jumped up from his seat, leaving Topper and Kelce confused as he made to follow her without a word of explanation. All he could think about was catching up to her. Nothing else mattered.

He hurried out the door of the Island Club and laid eyes on her just as she was unlocking her car. Her parents were still chatting with their associates at a separate vehicle and he took the chance to corner her. He couldn't wait until the next time they accidentally ran into each other. He needed to talk to her now.

He crossed the parking lot in quick strides, reaching her just as she was opening her door. He pushed it closed and she jumped, startled. It took half a second for the scowl to reach her face and he was cursing under his breath. Why did she have to look so god damn adorable while she was mad. While he was mad at her. Fuck!

She stood her ground giving him a look that said - better speak now before I slam this door in your face. She cocked a brow at his dumbstruck expression and silence, rolling her eyes and grabbing the handle again. He grasped her shoulders and turned her around, crowding her against the car with his hands on either side of her.

The breeze blew through her hair and that sweet smell of strawberries and cream invaded his senses making him close his eyes. That damn scent. The same one that had all but disappeared from his pillow from the time they showered together and his hair smelled like hers. He had been breathing it in for two whole days trying to envision her by his side, to pretend she was there. And even though she wasn't, the scent lingered. It drove him insane.

He took a deep breath, forcing his eyes open. She was looking at him with a mix of confusion and excitement running through her veins. He was so close, his warmth enveloping her just like it had that night at the beach. She wanted to melt into a puddle at his feet. Dangerous.

This was exactly why she needed to stay away from him. When he was close she couldn't think straight, she wanted to fall into him and never let go. Which is why him being so persistent was starting to piss her off. She was holding onto her sanity by a thin fucking thread and the more he chased her the closer she was to falling off the edge and crashing into a bottomless pit of feelings, hurt and heartbreak.

She made to push him away, get him out of her personal space, to breathe air that wasn't so infused with him - but he caught her hands against his chest and she didn't have the strength to do it anymore. She wanted to cry. Why couldn't he leave her be? Why couldn't he just move on and let her live in peace? Let her forget and move on from this? It was impossible.

His eyes were desperately searching hers, taking in every freckle on her face. Feeling the warmth of her wrists in his hands, like fire on his skin. He wanted to kiss her so badly his entire body was aching for it. Wanted to drop to his knees and beg her to give him a chance. To cry and hug her and never let go. It was impossible.

"Rafe..." His name leaving her lips sounded like a prayer. He wanted to melt into her right there and then. But she was pushing at him, finally gathering some of her strength.

She managed to push him a foot away and took a breath in hopes she'd feel stronger. But his essence still remained in the air around her, as if mocking her for thinking it would be so easy breaking from his spell. She almost cried - feeling weak and pathetic - like she needed him to hold her and she hated that. Hated feeling like that. So vulnerable, so small.

When she looked up at him her eyes were glossy and his heart clenched at the sight. She was hurting too. He could see it clearly then. She felt something too and she could deny it all she wanted but it was written on her face and the way she held back tears. She was stubborn. So damn stubborn. And so, so beautiful.

He cupped her cheek with one hand and she had to refrain from leaning into his touch. Instead she pulled back and crossed her arms over her chest in hopes of creating a boundary between them. Any kind of safety net between him and her aching heart.

He let his arms fall back at his sides and clenched his fists to keep from touching her. They stood there for what could have been a moment or a century, they couldn't say. Her parents had left without sparing them a second glance and she wasn't surprised but a sliver of anger coursed through her. Now she was alone with him. All alone in this big parking lot with no one to save her from herself. Dangerous.

"I missed you." His words were soft, full of longing and something else she wasn't ready to read into. When her eyes met his again they were eerily empty. No longer on the verge of tears. She was closed up tight like a safe and it left him frustrated. Why did she have to make it all so difficult?

"It's been two days." Her voice was cool, steady, not giving anything away. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for a second." He was putting it out there. It shook her how open and vulnerable he was being, she wasn't used to it. It didn't seem like he was either, given how awkward he looked. But he wasn't holding back. He was being honest. It terrified her because she could feel herself melting and her walls were make believe as it was, she didn't know how much of it she could take.

"It'll pass." There it was. The cut. The only way she knew how to push him away was to make it hurt. And she hated herself for it. Hated the look on his face when she said it. Hated the way he swallowed his pain down. Hated how small he looked while towering over her. Hated it all.

But he wasn't giving up yet. "I don't think so." He closed the gap between them, not quite touching but right there, a breath away. She could feel it. Feel him slipping past her defenses, the facade, making his way inside like a vice taking over her system. It was scary how easily she could feel him inside her chest and heart and she wanted to kiss him. So badly. But it was her head that was desperately trying to grasp the threads that the universe seemed to want to manipulate in his favor - trying to change course, to protect her.

"Give it a few more days." He took a deep breath at that, trying to keep his temper in check. Her feigned indifference was so blatantly obvious and it was making him angry. He was trying so hard. Opening up to her the way he never had with anyone before. So desperately trying to get her to admit she felt something for him too. Just to give him that little bit of hope that he wasn't alone in it. Some fucking silver lining to hold onto.

"You think if I go fuck someone else right now I'll feel better?" She looked like he slapped her. "Do you? Feel better?" She had to swallow down the sting that came with her thinking of him actually moving on with someone else. Took everything in her to convince herself that that was exactly what he should do. He needed to move on and give her a chance to put herself back together. To breathe. To let him go.

"If that's what works, yeah. Fuck me out of your system and you'll be okay." She gave him a fake smile and tried turning around but he pushed her onto the car, trapping her there. "Did it work for you? Hmm?" She gulped at the fire in his eyes and the way he was holding her so tight. "Did he fuck me out of your system?" She was holding back tears now. "Did he? Huh? Are you over me, now?" It hurt so bad to have him so close and so angry at her. So desperate to get her to let her guard down for one second. Just one second.

The way his eyes bore into hers, the way his body was pinning her against the car door, the way his hands were holding her as if she'd disappear if he let go, drove her mad. She could feel every muscle of his straining against her, every ridge of his hard body wired tight from frustration. Frustration at her; how stubborn she was, that pogue touching her, how fucking pretty she was, how good she smelled and how badly he wanted to remind her just how good it was when they were together.

It was like a spark was set alight with both their hurt and anger and it was spreading through every cell in their bodies. That pull, that stubborn, annoying, magnetic pull, making them shake with need and want. The tension at a breaking point. They were both wound up and breathing heavily. Him trying to stop himself from taking her right there. Her trying to stop herself from letting him.

She took a deep breath and shoved him off of her roughly. "Yes." Lie. Big fucking lie. "I am." He could see it. She was lying through her teeth.

"Yeah?" He got in her face again. "You sure about that, angel?" The pet name had her holding back a whimper, his energy so possessive and dangerous and hot. So hot. She wanted to curse her body for betraying her desire. Curse him for being so persistent in reading her like an open book.

"Yes." Her voice shook. Just a little. But enough for him to pick up on. And then he smirked and she knew she was fucked. That damned smirk made the tingles in her heat turn into a burning fire. She was so close to giving in and he knew it. He had her right where he wanted her.

"Yeah? So if I check right now your panties won't be soaked for me? Huh?" His filthy words nearly had her eyes rolling back. She needed to get control of the situation and she needed to do it now.

"No. They won't." The conviction in her voice took him by surprise. He could tell she was just as turned on as he was. So why did she sound so sure of herself?

She used his confusion to her advantage and pushed him off of her again. He didn't protest. Did she mean it? Was he wrong? Was it all in his head? And then her words nearly knocked him on his ass in shock.

"I'm not wearing any." His brain short circuited and he was left gaping at her like an idiot. She took advantage of it and quickly made her way inside her car, closing the door. By the time his brain rebooted she was turning the key in the ignition.

He wanted to stop her, to rip that door open and take her. Bend her over and bury himself inside her until she screamed for him and everyone, including Maybank, knew who she belonged to.

But she was backing up before he could and he was left standing there in the dust, panting, with a hard cock, wanting to scream with anger and arousal.

She knew exactly what she was doing, telling him that. She knew what his reaction would be. Knew it would drive him insane. But she also gave him the confirmation he had so desperately been searching for. She was just as into him as he was her. She was turned on, wet for him. She wanted to throw him off with her smart comment but she gave him exactly what he needed - hope. His resolve was stronger than ever. He was going to make her his. He would fight tooth and nail for her. Put his blood and sweat and tears into making them happen. Because she did feel it. He wasn't alone.

He grinned thinking that if that was how she wanted to play it, he would give as good as he got. He would drive her crazy until she finally accepted her feelings. He wasn't going anywhere. He was hers and she was his. He would make her see it soon enough.

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royalstydia · 2 years

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make me forget his name

rafe cameron x reader

warnings: 18+, mentions of alcohol, cursing, SMUT, just your average fucking IN PUBLIC, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (but maybe wrap it before y’all tap it? also she’s on the pill so no sperm babies), slight praising, mentions of bodily fluids, sorta choking, also this is in 1st person pov???

request from @jakson2003 : rafe smut where the reader is dating jj but finds out he cheated on her so she gets drunk and ends up on the side of the road then rafe finds her

Most of the time, I maintained the status of being the chill, nonchalant girl. I was usually phased by very little. However, JJ made me feel things I never even thought were possible. He was broken and in many ways, so was I.

It was probably the reason I was driving back to figure 8, absolutely pissed off and in tears. Catching JJ shacking it up with some girl in the chateau was yet another heartbreak added to the list. But hey, how can I be mad when everyone warned me that’s who he was.

Moments like this were the ones when people would silently ask themselves how much worse shit can get. And oh, did it get worst.

I found myself in the middle of the road with a broken down car. I screamed, punched the steering wheel, blamed JJ for being in this position; All of which ultimately did nothing. A groan slipped past my lips, as I sunk into the driver’s seat.

Still, I figured there was no way it could get any shittier from here. But nevertheless, the dead battery on my phone proved me wrong. A sigh of defeat came out, as I grabbed the bottle of liquor I kept in the glove compartment.

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An hour had gone by and my figure was sat on the curb of the road. Not one person had sped past, thanks to taking the backroads. I was tipsy, but it wasn’t enough to help me forget. The memory of that blonde, blue-eyed fuck getting his cock sucked by some random girl kept replaying in my head. That was all it took to have me swigging another shot of alcohol. The small sting in my throat not even bothering me anymore.

The bottle touched my lips, but left the minute I heard a car approaching. To my luck, that car happened to be Rafe’s. I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling a sharp breath and mentally preparing myself to talk to him. The sound of his door slamming shut filled my ears. His footsteps got closer, until it stopped. My head stayed down, even after my eyes caught sight of his shoes.

“I”m really not in the mood right now, Cameron.” I said lowly. My voice raspy from all the crying and screaming earlier.

“Even I’m not that much of an asshole to ruin your day any more than it already is.” He said, after locking eyes with my bloodshot, puffy ones.

I nodded, before looking down. I felt his presence next to mine, as he sat on the curb.

He didn’t say anything, rather just keeping me company. We sat in comfortable silence, both staring off into the distance.

It was cut short, when he grabbed the bottle pressed against my mouth. “Hey, what the fuck?”

I attempted to reach over him to get it, but his arm held me back, which I happily shoved to the side.

“Cutting you off.” He simply stated.

I scoffed. “So much for not ruining anything.”

I quickly picked myself up, beginning to walk the opposite direction, when I heard him call out my name.

“You really going to walk all the way home or are you going to come here and tell me why you’re sitting in the middle of the fucking road?” He questioned.

I stopped in my tracks, taking a breath.

“He cheated on me.” I seethed. My back faced him, not wanting to see his reaction; Or better yet, not wanting him to see the pained expression on my face.

“Yeah, no surprise he’s an ass. So, what are you going to do about it?” He responded back.

I turned around, inching towards him. He was now standing near my car. I wasted no time grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. I felt him kiss me back. It lasted all of a few seconds, before he pulled away.

“You’re drunk, Y/N.” He stated, staring into my eyes.

“Sober enough to remember his name.” I uttered back.

My lips were mere inches from his, as I whispered, “You asked me what I was going to do about it- help me forget.”

I couldn’t read the expression on his face before it briskly turned into a smirk.

“How do you suppose I do that?” He chaffed.

“Fuck me so good that I’ll barely even know my own name, let alone his.” I enticed.

That was all it took to have him pinning me against the hood of my jaguar.

Rafe peered into my warm hazel eyes for any sign of uncertainty, only to find none. He gripped my neck, yanking my lips back onto his.

The kiss was rough and sensual. I then felt him press a soft kiss against my collarbone. It was enough to foster a small pool of wetness between my thighs.

My fingers wrapped around his dirty blonde locks, as my head tilted back, allowing him access to pepper a trail of tiny kisses down my neck. A quiet moan slipped past my lips as he sucked on my sweet spot.

His lips opted to place small hickeys on the tops of my breast. His hand grazing my bare chest when his fingers made its way under my shirt. My right nipple hardening from the slight pinch of his fingers.

His other hand lingered down the front of my body, lightly trailing over the top of my shorts.

“Rafe.” I breathed, my voice laced with desire.

“Talk to me, pretty girl.” He hummed.

“Touch me, please.” I glanced up at him, doe-eyed.

He wasted no time unbuttoning my shorts, his hand slipping into my laced panties. He held my gaze, his eyes brimming with lust when he felt my arousal.

He rubbed my bud softly, tracing his fingers between my folds. His thumb pressed against my clit, drawing figure eights.

I let out a sigh of relief when he pushed two fingers into me. He slowly pulled them out, before inching them back in. He finger-fucked me at a torturously slow pace, taking his sweet time to tease me.

Only after little whines left my lips, did he dare to speed up. His digits started pumping into me, my wetness coating his thick fingers.

A soft moan erupted as he curled his digits, hitting my g-spot.

His fingers started pumping into me at an ungodly pace, my hand reaching to grip his wrist, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. To no avail, he failed to slow down, edging me on further.

Before I could cum, he pulled his fingers out. He stopped the whine ready to come out of my mouth by pushing his fingers past my lips. I sucked on it, tasting myself and humming lightly. He groaned at the sight, reaching down to adjust the bulge in his pants.

My eyes followed, noticing the outline of his length. I quickly replaced his hands, opting to lightly stroke him through his pants.

“Let me help you forget, pretty girl.” He spoke, softly.

One of his hands came up to my chin, forcing me to make eye contact. Both our eyes brimming with lust.

My soft browns maintained a pleading look, silently begging him to fuck me. A smirk slowly made its way onto his face, acknowledging the affect he had on me.

I swiftly unopened his slacks, pulling his boxers down along with them.

His hard cock sprung free, slapping against his abs. I refrained from licking my lips at his size.

My fingers reached to touch him, sliding across his tip. I wiped off the pre-cum, bringing it up to my lips and licking my index clean. I stared at him as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped him a few times.

He grabbed my wrist, stopping my movement. He opened the passenger door, his gaze flickering to the seat, telling me to hop into the front seat. His hands hooked unto my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the seat.

His tip rubbed against my slick folds a couple times, leaving me wanting more. I pushed my hips forward, right before he pushed into me.

He gave me a few seconds to adjust before he retracted his dick and slammed back into me, causing a loud pornographic moan slipped out of my mouth.

His strokes were short and hard, as he grabbed my hips, pushing himself further into me. I groaned as he lifted my left leg, resting it against his shoulder.

His cock sunk deeper into me with the new angle. My back arched, my top half falling onto the middle console, while his movements got faster.

I screamed his name, as he pounded into my pussy.

My mouth hung open and my hand reached to grip the headrest of the seat. His fingertips dug into my hips, certain to leave an imprint on my skin. He mercilessly fucked into me.

One of his hands released my hips, lightly wrapping around my neck. He pulled me up by my throat, so he could see my face as his large cock teared into me.

“You fuck me so good.” I cried out.

“Yeah? How good, pretty girl?” He chaffed.

“So fucking good, Rafe.” I moaned.

He continued to rail into me, while I moved my hand down to massage my clit, moaning loudly as I touched my sensitive core.

I felt a knot form in my stomach, before I clenched around him. My body arching off the seat and my toes curling. My breathing grew heavier as I came on his dick.

His movements didn’t halter, chasing his own high. A throaty groan managed to slip past his lips, as he came inside me.

Both of us stared at one another, struggling to catch our breaths. I gave him a half-hearted smile, which he returned. My eyes widened when he lowered his head and licked a stripe up my slit. His mouth began sucking on my clit. I let out a mewl, my hands latching onto his dirty blonde hair.

He continued to tongue-fuck me, occasionally nipping at my tender bud.

I hummed, throwing my head back. My vision blurred and my mind was decisively hazed. Maybe it was the pleasure or the sight of having the kook king on his knees on bare concrete in front of me, but in that moment everything was just pure bliss. I forgot every painful memory, every excruciating feeling and every person who had ever did me wrong.

I gasped, as I released again on his tongue. He gazed up at me with a shit-eating grin, before cleaning me up.

He helped me get dressed, prior to putting on his own clothes.

“Let me give you a ride home, pretty girl.” Rafe spoke softly, offering a kind smile.

And maybe it wasn’t just for a moment.

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not my best tbh but i was supposed to post this a hot min ago

and for everyone who requested something, i’ll be writing it soon lol

for the person that requested this, i hope you like it and i’ll probably end up editing it soon

royalstydia <3

#obx imagine #Outer Banks #rafe smut #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe obx #the kooks #The Pogues #jj maybank #rafe fic #netflix outer banks #drew starkey #drew starkey smut #rafe #rafe cameron one shot

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years

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Save Me/ 14

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 2.9k

Includes- Yoongi does a vlive, Yoongi is such a loving, protective boyfriend💖, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @delightfulmoonbanana

@tannie13 @yeosayang @itstyraaxx

@borntowalkaway

DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!!!

Series Masterlist

Yoongi POV

I'm pissed

Over the last week a lot of things happened

BigHit sent guards and they stay outside Joanne's hospital door along with two officers

There's a huge man hunt for Han-jae after Maggie and Glenn came to talk to us again

I guess that when something effects a celebrity and it's made public, shit gets done

I know our ARMY is behind some of this with their posts and tweets, slamming the cops for waiting a whole year to do anything and for letting this happen

Last time no one knew what happened to her

Our identities were concealed and no one knew BTS was at the hospital

This time it's all over the news and the internet

When Namjoon said that this was the second time Han-jae tried to kill her in his statement, ARMYS were furious

So the cops have to move quickly

They better find him

The guys went on tour and had their first performance without me last night.

During the end of the concert where we usually talk to our ARMYS, the guys talked about her and asked our ARMYS to pray for her

This made her cry, from happiness this time

She's slowly getting better.

She can't eat solid food and she still can't talk so well

The doctors are also monitoring the baby

He's fine and healthy which is a miracle

She's given vitamins, prenatal pills and other things in her food to keep the baby healthy and growing

I know she's so happy about the baby

I catch her looking at her stomach and putting her hand on it all the time

I see her absentmindedly rubbing her belly when she's watching tv or talking, well writing, to me

I'm ecstatic she's pregnant and I can't wait until he's born

The thing that's pissing me off is the hate and the media

I keep getting calls on my new cell from people asking for interviews It's only been a week and I already changed my number twice.

I got her a new cell and number too and thank god no one is calling her

The dumb rumors they're spreading piss me off

Things like, "Is Suga hiding something? Why won't he answer any questions or give any interviews?"

And the stupid rumors that I'm leaving BTS or leaving Korea

The worst is the haters that pretend to be ARMYS

They say the most awful things about her that make me rage

Some of these people have serious issues and think I belong to them

"This bitch took Yoongi from me. She should of died"

"Shoulda let her die"

"She doesn't deserve Yoongi. She should go back to her ex and let him finish her off"

"I was at the concert last night. This girl should just die so Yoongi can come back and tour with BTS"

"I went to the concert to hear music, not to hear about some bitch I don't care about."

"This is the second tour he's missed. I bet last time was because of her too!"

"The guys seemed preoccupied last night. Probably thinking about that dumb girl"

"If she dies, I'm here Yoongi! I'll be with you! I'm better than her"

"So Yoongi chooses this girl instead of a Korean? Hope she dies and he can be with the right kind of girl"

"Yoongi needs to forget her and come back to BTS"

These things enrage me

I don't go looking for them but they're sent to me or put into online articles

I know that she has seen some tweets

She pretends it doesn't bother her but I can see it does

I see the sadness in her face

The tweets about me make her sad too.

But I really don't care what they say about me

I'm used to nasty things being said to and about me

"Yoongi is an idiot. He should of died with her"

"God I fucking hate Yoongi. He's the worst member of BTS. His girlfriend's ex shoulda took him out too"

"Wish that Han-jae guy would of taken out Yoongi instead of the girl"

These things don't bother me but they upset her because she went through everything to keep me alive

I don't want her upset

I see other ARMYS defend her and me, telling off these people but I don't want this happening anymore

So I decide to address all this shit

Today

I set up the vlive on my laptop

I spoke to her about doing this vlive and she's ok with it

After all it involves her too

I start the vlive and I wait

Fans immediately start to watch and I wait until more people log on

I'm getting flooded with comments

"Yoongi! How are you? How is she?"

"Is she ok Yoongi?"

"I hope she's getting better!"

"Did they catch that bastard?"

"I'm praying for her!"

I actually smile at the amount of supportive and moving comments

I read them to her and when I turn to look at her, she smiles

I have the camera just on my face and not near her so they can't see her

"Is she there?"

"Tell her I say hi!"

"Tell her I hope she feels better!"

"Get well soon!"

"I'm sorry about what happened to you!"

"Gi", she calls

I turn to her and she hands me a paper

I read it and ask, "Are you sure?"

She nods

I turn to the camera and say, "She wrote something she wants to say"

I hold up the paper that says, "Thank you for asking about me. I'm ok and am getting better. Thanks for the nice things you're saying. It means a lot."

I hold the paper up for a minute then put it down

More supportive comments come in

"She's so sweet!"

"Thank god you're ok!"

"I'm so glad you're ok!"

Of course I see the rude "Die bitch" or "She's not dead, why not?" comments but there's not a lot and the ARMYS attack the people saying these things and defending her

Time to start this thing

I start talking

"I guess you all saw the news last week. I'm here to talk about a few things."

I take a breath

I'm about to go off but I need to do it in a calm way

Not sure that will happen but I'll at least try

"I'm actually upset that I have to take the time to do this instead of being with her even though she's right here. I'm angry I have to put my attention here instead of on her. So listen because I'm only going to all this once."

I'm ready

"My girlfriend's name is Joanne. I grew up with her in Daegu when she moved here. She's a year younger than me. She's my best friend and I've been in love with her since we were young. And it's the same for her. She loves me. Things happened like me debuting and other stuff that got in the way of us being together. But we finally are and We've been together a year"

"Before we got together she was dating that murderer Han-jae Hwung. No she did not know he was a murderer when she got with him. Yes he abused her. He almost killed her a year ago but I got there in time and stopped him. At the time that was the worst night of my life. Until two weeks ago"

"Some people wonder why she stayed and let him do that to her."

I feel my emotions coming out and I know I'm going to cry but I'm going to try to minimize it

I have to get through this

"Sh..she let him do that to her for me. To protect me. He hates me. He threatened to kill me. He followed me and knew my schedule, knew when I was alone. He killed other people before."

I feel tears falling from my eyes as I remember

I still wish she would have told me what was going on

I would have handled it

I would have killed him if I knew he was hurting her

"As long as she stayed he wouldn't kill me. And she stayed. So don't ever EVER question if she loves me. She does, so much that she was willing to risk her life for me. Twice. If that's not proof enough then I don't know what to tell you"

I take another deep breath

I look at the comments

Absolutely nothing

This has never happened before

I figure they're all shocked

"All the injuries you probably read about are true. The stab wounds, the gun shots, the bruises and breaks. She can't talk. Her jaw was broken and is wired shut. She has pins in her eye socket and pins and plates in her collar bone.

But she kept fighting and she's alive."

Now I'm about to say things that will cause so much controversy but I don't care

They need to hear it

"To all those people saying that she should die, fuck you."

I hear her gasp but I'm so fucking angry

"Fuck you. You are horrible people. It's a miracle she survived and you have the audacity to say she should have died? She fought to be here and shouldn't have to hear or read shit like that."

"And everyone else who wants me to go on tour? What the hell is wrong with you? Do you actually think I could perform while she's here in the hospital? Do you really think I would ever leave her side for a tour? Do you think I would leave her side at all? The only way anyone can get me to leave her is if they kill me. I love her and would never leave her alone to recover by herself. Would you do that to someone you love? Why would you expect me to?"

I take a breath and continue

"For the people who think she doesn't deserve me, you have it entirely backwards. I don't deserve her. She was and still is willing to give her life for me. I don't deserve that. So don't ever say that she doesn't deserve me. She deserves someone better than me but I thank god she wants me."

That's the truth

And I will do everything in my power to be the boyfriend she deserves

I will move the earth for her

"As for the concert yesterday, those that are complaining about my members talking about Joanne need to get your priorities straight. They love her and she loves them.

Jungkook sees her as a big sister. Everyone always says how we all raised Jungkook. She was there too, helping us with him."

These people are fucking idiots

Didn't they hear Namjoon tell them she's their best friend too?

"She's their best friend and they are hers. Of course they're preoccupied, they're worried about her. And you have to be heartless to complain about them talking about someone they love. They chose to go on with the tour for YOU and this is how you repay them?"

I still have more to say

I look at the time and see I've been talking for 45 minute

I don't care, I'll take as long as I fucking need

"You all need to realize I don't belong to you. You don't own me. I have a life outside of BTS. And I want to keep that life private. It's not anyone else's business. I'm not yours, Joanne did not steal me from anyone. If you think like that then you have serious problems. I'm not yours. I'm hers and only hers. Do you think I'd ever want to be with someone who tells the girl I love to die? Do you really think I'd be with you? No fucking way. Those comments make me sick. Wishing she was dead then asking me to be with you? No. You have issues."

Those comments enrage me and I feel like throwing up when I read them

People have serious mental issues they need to work on

"I don't care that she's not Korean. I never cared about petty shit like that. She is beautiful and I love her the way she is. You're not better than her because you're Korean. You're just racist."

I'm aware that I'm getting very loud but I don't care

"You're not better than her, you're one of the worst people in the world. It's disgusting. You all have to realize that idols are people. We are not your property, we don't belong to you. We see the disgusting and sick things you say about and to us. How you want us to die because you don't like our face or how we dance or how we sing or rap. How you tell me that you wish her ex killed me instead."

They think that shit bothers me

They're so wrong

"I don't care what you say about me. I don't care if you wish I was dead. Other idols may care but I could give less of a fuck. I care when you talk about someone I love, who has done nothing to you, who's done nothing except love me and be with me. If that's the only reason you hate her, then I feel sorry for you because that's sad. But don't you dare talk about her."

Time to end this

"And no I'm not leaving BTS and I'm not leaving Korea so those idiotic rumors need to end."

I stop talking and take a deep breath to calm myself

"That's all I have to say. Thank you to the ARMYS who send loving, kind and supportive messages and comments. Thank you for defending her, thank you for supporting her, thank you for loving her even though you haven't met her. It means a lot to me and her. I love you and so does she."

I end the vlive and turn to her

She holds up her paper pad, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah. Well as ok as I can be for having to do that."

She writes, "You know that video is going to go viral right? It's going to be all over the media"

"Good. It should be. People are delusional and they need to wake up."

"No idol has spoken to fans like that before. At least I don't think", she writes

"Well someone needed to and I'm pissed enough to do it. No one can talk about you like that and think I'm going to be silent and take it. They wanna shit on me, fine. But not you."

She smiles and writes, "My hero"

I laugh and walk over to her

I sit and pull her into my arms. "I'll be your hero jagi. I'll always protect you. I'll always save you"

She presses her lips to mine in a soft loving kiss that is amazing

I don't need her tongue down my throat to have epic kisses with her

Any kiss of hers is heaven

After, I settle in the bed with her and grab the remote for the tv

"Channel surfing?", I ask

She giggles, nodding and cuddling into me and I turn the TV on

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"BTS rapper Min, Yoongi aka Suga has taken to vlive to speak about his girlfriend and address some comments he had gotten. He starts by venting his anger"

As we watch t.v., my vlive is what everyone is talking about

It's only been about four hours since I posted it but it's already in the media

"I'm angry I have to put my attention here instead of on her."

"He speaks about his girlfriend, what has happened to her and their current situation."

"...jaw is wired shut.."

"He speaks about his love for her and hers for him"

"I've been in love with her since we were young. And it's the same for her. She loves me."

"Don't ever question her love for me"

"Then Suga unloads about the comments he's been sent about his girlfriend."

"To all those people saying that she should die, fuck you",

"Do you actually think I could perform while she's here in the hospital? Do you really think I would ever leave her side for a tour?"

"Suga also calls out fans for their "disgusting and delusional comments" and about the K-Pop industry in general"

"We are not your property, we don't belong to you"

"....see the disgusting and sick things you say about and to us."

"Have a life outside BTS"

"...keep it private..."

"...comments make me sick"

"....I don't belong to you....I belong to her..."

"Suga ends his vlive by thanking the ARMYS that send supporting and loving comments and messages. You can view the entire hour and twenty minutes video on the Vlive app or YouTube."

Namjoon texted me saying that he and the guys supported the vlive but the managers aren't happy

Ask me if I care

I so don't and they know it too

"Told you it's gonna go viral", she writes

I shrug, "Doesn't matter. Now everyone knows how much I love you. And hopefully all these dumb comments will stop"

"I doubt that Yoongi. You're famous, they'll always find something to complain about "

"As long as it's not about you, I don't care."

She smiles at me

I give her a kiss and we continue to watch t.v..

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lunapaper · 2 years

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Album Review: 'Viva Las Vengeance' - Panic! At The Disco

Brendon Urie is one petty little bitch.

Years later, the Panic! At The Disco frontman is still hung up on his former bandmates, Dallon Weekes and Ryan Ross, letting the salt run free on the band’s latest record, Viva Las Vengeance.

‘Local God,’ the album’s fourth track, is Brendon at his most ugly and bitter, delivering backhanded lines like ‘You'll live forever as a local God/It's even better than the thing you're not,’ as if he’s condescendingly patting Ryan and Dallon on the head whilst assuring them ‘It’s okay, guys! At least you still got Open Mic Night at that shitty dive bar by the highway! Oh, by the way, did you see me melting faces off at the Bellagio the other night?’ He also can’t help but rub it in how ‘It's 2021 and I'm almost famous,’ simultaneously downplaying his fame and thirsting for more.

It’s quite ironic telling Ryan and Dallon that they had so many chances to become superstars when Brendon spends a significant chunk of Viva Las Vengeance looking back on his glory days in Vegas and complaining about the price of fame (the latter a common theme since the release of 2016’s Death of a Bachelor).

On ‘Star-Spangled Banner,’ he recalls playing Liberace’s piano at a house party and getting a lip ring down at the mall with Katie and Brittany. ‘I thought that I had friends, I thought I even liked them/But now I'm thinkin' maybe not so much,’ he muses on the aptly-titled ‘Sad Clown, ‘I hit the spacebar, I cannot play guitar,’ popping happy pills while scrolling through hate tweets (or as the rest of us call it, ‘valid criticism’).

But that’s about as much self-reflection as you’re gonna get on Viva Las Vengeance. This is such a strange record; so delusional and filled with such undeserved ego from Brendon, even outright defensive at times. The production value is cheesy and overblown, hell-bent on being as obnoxious as fucking possible. Each song sounds as repetitive as the last, with Brendon shamelessly ripping off his idols under the guise of homage.

‘God Killed Rock and Roll’ is a blatant Queen rip-off even by Brendon’s standards. The Bohemian Rhapsody hype is over, can we just let it go already?? (The film wasn’t even good!) Although it’s just in time for the Elvis biopic hype, I guess, judging by Brendon’s goofy impression in the pre-chorus.

‘Sugar Soaker’ is like the dinner theatre version of a Grease track, coated in a thick layer of chintzy pop grease. ‘All By Yourself’ obviously interpolates Eric Carmen’s 1975 classic, turning it into one of those emotionally manipulative underdog anthems as if Brendon really gives a shit whether you dyed your hair pink to piss off Mum and Dad or got your arse kicked at school by Chad and his gaggle of jocks. Brendon stopped being the underdog the moment he decided to turn Ryan Ross’ creative vision into a soulless pop factory, churning out total dogshit.

‘Star-Spangled Banner,’ meanwhile, is quite possibly the worst song Panic! Has ever produced. It’s a two-for-one deal: A Queen and a Thin Lizzy rip-off! It sounds like the kind of shit Glee would’ve covered back in the day, probably in an episode about the Glee Club feeling like a bunch of freaks after nobody applauded their saccharine rendition of Lil Jon’s ‘Bend Ova’ during school assembly.

And why does Brendon feel the need to belt every goddamn line on this record?? More often than not, he struggles to hit those high notes, which is just so painful to listen to. If Brendon keeps this up, he’s gonna have no voice left...

Viva Las Vengeance also has the misfortune of featuring some of Brendon’s sleaziest lyrics yet.

His makeup sex in the middle of a breakup is about as enticing as a kick to the nads. He calls his woman a ‘lil sugar soaker’ with ‘red tail lights in the back of her head,’ threatening to drive her till she’s dead. And I’m sure whatever’s left of Panic!’s fandom will have absolutely no problem with Brendon turning domestic abuse into a catchy pop track, encouraging Maggie to hit her boyfriend back...

The nerve of Brendon to call Ryan and Dallon local gods. The Brobecks gave us the magnum opus that was Violent Things. Ryan spun pure gold out of lines like ‘Sugarcane in the easy morning/Weathervanes my one and lonely,’ one of the most devastatingly romantic couplets committed to a pop song in recent times. It also didn’t take six people to write...

And how does Brendon manage to express his love? Courtesy of ‘Don’t Let the Lights Go Out’: ‘You’re the only one that can operate my heavy machinery.’

Simply put, this album is fucking trash. It’s the audio equivalent of linoleum: Dull, sterile and incredibly tacky. Brendon manages to hit new lows I didn’t even think were possible after Death of a Bachelor and 2018’s Pray for the Wicked. Here, his ego is just out of fucking control, at his most theatre kid worst. I mean, why bother listening to Viva Las Vengeance when you can just listen to IDKHow’s ‘Choke’ instead? That’ll give you a pretty good idea of just how much of a self-absorbed piece of shit Brendon is...

‘We are the new Dead Kennedys,’ he has the gall, the gumption, the sheer audacity to claim on ‘Star-Spangled Banner.’ Bitch, you’re barely Imagine Dragons at this point. You’re less relevant than MGK. You’re Adam Levine-lite, with the same level of skill when it comes to seduction.

You wouldn’t even be in possession of the Panic! name in the first place if it weren’t for Ryan. You’re not better than somebody just because you’re richer and more famous. You’ve managed to burn every bridge with almost every bandmate at this point, yet you wonder why you’re so lonely and miserable at the top. You might be the voice of Panic!, but they were the talent. You live a sad and delusional existence, and you’ve successfully managed to destroy whatever goodwill you still had from however many Panic! fans remain with this record. Well done. As the kids like to say: Retire, bitch.

Don’t bother listening to Viva Las Vengeance. Do something better with your time and go listen to IDKHow or The Young Veins instead.

- Bianca B.

#music #panic! at the disco #panic at the disco #viva las vengeance #new #reviews #albums #Bianca B

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dgcatanisiri · 1 year

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So, something was said in a bit of a video on Cyberpunk that I've been rolling over in my head since. I didn't necessarily agree with it, but it did give me a perspective to consider.

The person who made the video said that the core theme of the game was summed up by the question that Dexter DeShawn asks at the start of everything: Quiet life or blaze of glory?

From that perspective, yeah, I suppose I can see how the game as is fits to that.

But the thing is, that's a failure for what I experience in the game. Which, sure, has some element of the subjective nature of fiction - when it comes to what any fiction makes you think or feel, the audience's individual reactions are always going to be shaped by each individuals own experiences.

So my experiences do not center on asking and answering the question "what do you want, to be remembered as a legend or to fade away?" My experiences tell me that the question is "what kind of legacy do you want to leave behind?" Not "how do you want to die" but "what do you want from life that carries on after you're gone?"

It's why I get pissed off about the reactions of V's friends in the suicide ending - they're all angry about V doing this, with even Misty saying "you had a bigger effect on people than you thought." The choice wasn't about them, though - they weren't the ones dying, they weren't the ones who were going to have their brain liquefy. Sure, they're left behind, but because of V being in their lives, completing their quests, they're all in better places now - Panam's reunited with the Aldecaldos, River's reconnected with his sister, Kerry has a new lease on life, and, for all that it hurts her that someone else close to her has killed themselves, Judy has left Night City for good. Plus there's the various gigs and reported crimes that V almost has to complete just to level up, cleaning up Night City as time goes on. V's ripple effect changes lives, the ripples from V being there makes things better.

I look at this game, at this story, I think that the big question is asking to compare what V does throughout to what Johnny Silverhand did while he was alive - Silverhand acted impulsively and selfishly. His one-man crusade on Arasaka became that because he couldn't accept that Alt was taken because of her skills - "they took her to get to me." And he never accepts that he killed her - literally, he rips the cord connecting her to the net before she can come back to her body, HE is the cause of her death, not Arasaka. To say nothing of his bullshit on the bender that he brushes off with 'didn't know the pills would knock you out like that,' as if he didn't wash them down with all the alcohol under the sun, a pack of cigarettes that V wouldn't touch otherwise, and causing a car crash because he decided to finger a stripper while she was driving.

I see all that and think that the game should be about why V can knock down Arasaka while Johnny Silverhand never could - because V makes connections with people, because they set out to help others, even if they are still a professional mercenary. Because their presence in the lives of those around them is about helping them, not taking what they can until the others dislodge them like the parasite they would be in that metaphor, like Johnny Silverhand was.

From the "quiet life or blaze of glory" perspective, sure, maybe the game told the right story. But from my "what do you leave behind?" perspective? It doesn't actually want to ask the questions that come out of it. And those are the kind of questions that REALLY get me from the scenario they set up, of having this cyber-ghost stuck in V's head, and being able to talk about, explore, and parallel and contrast both characters lives and choices.

#dg plays cyberpunk

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mystiiknight3 · 1 year

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It's Always You.

Tora politely laughed as one of the Toman members told her a joke. The poor kid must have been new, because there wasn’t anyone in Toman that didn’t know Tora was Keisuke Baji’s girl.

Still she smiled as he spoke, her lightly tan skin glowing in the moonlight. She had long black hair with red highlights pulled into a ponytail that reached the middle of her back, and her bangs hung in front of her soft hazel brown eyes. She was taller than most girls, and very mature for her age.

Most guys steered clear of her, except Baji. He never cared that she was pretty much his height or that her father was a Yakuza boss. He loved the idea of her being the tough mean girl.

But, sadly Baji was late again and she was left waiting for him. All the other members of Toman were there already, talking and laughing with girls. Even Mika and Mikey were cuddled up. Mikey had his arm draped over Mika’s shoulder, holding her close as he whispered something in her ear. Mika’s brown face began to turn red as he spoke.

Tora was happy the two had gotten together, but she was jealous that everyone around her was coupled up. She could be with Baji but instead, she was fake laughing at a terrible joke to a kid who wasn’t even her type.

But little did she know her boyfriend was on his way and he was already pissed.

Baji pulled up to the party in a bad mood as he hopped off his bike. A gentle breeze blew through his black hair, his brown eyes scanning the crowd. He found Mika and Mikey and trekked over towards them. Tora couldn’t be too far away.

Mika noticed him first and her eyes widened. “Mikey, Baji is here,” she whispered in Mikey’s ear. “You should tell that new guy to lay off Tora.”

Mikey Looked over at Baji and shrugged. “Well kids gotta learn some day,” he laughed, returning back to the conversation he was having with Draken.

Baji reached them and turned his head just in time to hear Tora’s laugh. She stood in all her beauty, wearing baggy cargo pants and a crop top exposing her midriff and a small dragonfly tattoo on the side of her flat tan stomach. Damn she looked good.

He then noticed the dude making her laugh. Talking to his girl. His To-To.

“Baji, she’s just laughing you know. Tora, she can't resist a good joke.” Mika spoke, trying to calm him down.

It was working till the guy put his hand on Tora’s shoulder. She quickly removed his hand but it was too late. Baji was already heading towards them. Tora barely saw him throw the first punch, knocking the kid on the ground and bloodying his nose. He then jumped on top of him, punching him in the face before standing up and stomping on him.

“Baji, it’s cool! He's a kid, he’s new!” Draken shouted, holding Baji back.

“Yeah, well, next time he should know that Tora is my girl and if he doesn’t want to get beat, he better not talk to or touch her again!” he shouted at them.

“Baji, you're acting crazy, chill out!” Tora replied, rolling her eyes. She pushed him in the chest.

“Whatever Tora you knew me seeing that would piss me off,” he yelled back at her.

“Baji, take a chill pill. I am not anyone’s property and had you been on time I wouldn’t even have been talking to him. You left me by myself to be a third wheel to Mika and Mikey, to a party you made me come too,” Tora responded.

“Fuck off me Draken!” he screamed, pushing Draken off of him. “You both can fuck off!” He stomped off on his own. By now people began to look over at them noticing the knocked out guy on the ground.

“Tch. Mistuya get the kid out of here and cleaned up,” Draken ordered before turning to Tora. “I told you this would happen. I don't even know why you play with him like that.”

She rolled her eyes at him and turned to go after Baji.

When she finally caught up to him, he was punching a tree, growling in frustration. She stared at him, getting lost in his looks. She loved when he wore his Toman uniform. She loved his long black hair. She often loved when they were alone and he would lay on her lap as she ran her fingers through his locks while he fell asleep.

One more loud thud to the tree knocked her out of her distracting thoughts.

“It's not fair fighting the tree, it can't fight back,” she joked walking beside him to lean on the other tree.

He looked over at her, but did not speak.

“Oh giving me the silent treatment, big bad Keisuke,” she laughed at him knowing it would get under her skin.

“Leave me alone, Tora. Go hang out with Draken or Mitsuya.” He growled at her.

“Draken and Mitsuya? What do they have to do with you being an asshole?” she asked him confused.

“Cause I’m sure they would be better entertainment. Shit, go kiss Draken again. See if I care,” he responded.

“You have got to be shitting me, Baji. We were eleve. I didn't even know you! You're still on that shit?!” she yelled and stood straight up from the tree.

“ It doesn't matter, I am over it.” he sighed, turning to face her.

“You're over what Keisuke? Me? Us?” she asked, trying to keep tears back.

“Everything To-To. I’m sick of feeling like this. I don’t need to be holding you back, ” he sighed.

“You are breaking up with me because you feel like you're holding me back? Keisuke what happened?” she spoke softly.

“I don’t wanna be a jealous asshole, but I don’t like letting you down.” he whispered, digging into his pocket pulling out a paper. It was his math exam that she helped for days to study for. He had failed. “I am a fucking idiot. You spent a week helping and prepping me for this test. You deserve someone who has a future,” he sulked.

Tora felt terrible. He had worked so hard on this test.

“That's why I was late. I didn't want to face you and at the same time I wanted to see if my teacher would let me retake it.” he stated.

“And did he?” she asked, looking at the test.

“What do you think?” he replied sarcastically.

She walked up next to him and reached in her pocket to grab the lighter her father gave her. Tora held the test up and lit it on fire in front of Baji. He stared at her amazed, she looked at him with those hypnotic eyes.

“Keisuke Baji, I hope you don’t think that I am with you because you're smart,” she flirted with him.

Baji looked confused, was she insulting him on purpose?

Tora dropped the burning paper on the ground and stomped on it. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Baji inhaled her perfume, it was his favorite.

“Baji I am with you because you're the only guy who can handle being with me. You aren’t afraid of me or my family. You aren’t intimidated that we are almost the same height. You love me for me, and you don’t get mad when I am being mean or stressed. No matter what it's always you, Keisuke Baji. No matter what, I love you, ya big dummy,” she smiled leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.

Baji was relieved that she didn’t care about his test, or if he was super smart.

She loved him for him.

“It was kind of hot that you were jealous,” she smiled at him.

“So you really don’t mind me being a jealous asshole?” he asked, wrapping his hands around her waist.

“I can live without the asshole part, but Baji you're not an idiot. You tried your best, that's all I ask.” she smiled, leaning her head on his chest.

“See look, Miks, they're fine! Told you Tora wouldn't kill him,” Mikey shouted.

“I didn't say that Mikey!” she stated, pushing him.

“Looks like our alone time is ruined, we better get back.” Tora smiled up at her boyfriend.

Baji smiled, showing his sharp canine teeth. He leaned down and kissed her on her forehead.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev fluff #oc #baji #baji x oc

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layanasstories · 2 years

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Oblivion

TWENTY-EIGHT

I sat down on the floor, leaning my back against the wall, in the shade. I had to come up with something cunning, something unexpected, something all three men didn't see coming. Suing Ulric would be the easiest because Dr. Millward has full evidence of medical misconduct. All I have to do is get a new prescription, whereupon Dr. Barret admits he has send them, this is how I got the pills for years. Alan, on the other hand, is trickier, even though I know him well, tricking him into making a confession is going to be difficult. His mind is usually sharp, except when Jake opens the door. I laugh to myself at the thought of him stammering. And then we have Richy. No idea how long he'll be in jail. But it won't be long without the evidence against him. Except my statement but that alone isn't enough, especially now that I broke his nose.

Deep in my mind, I scroll across the internet, looking for interrogation methods, when Jake squats in front of me and puts a hand on my knee. I look up still half in thought. "Haven't you eaten anything yet?" he sounds a bit concerned. "No, I didn't really had the chance. Why?" I ask him in return. "Oh just because I hear your stomach growling from where I was standing." he raises his eyebrow in disbelief. "Then let's get something to eat." he stands up, walks to the pile of chopped logs. Grabs his shirt and with his back to me stretches a few times. In the meantime I was already standing "Hey, can you just not do that?" I raise my voice a bit at him as if he's done something wrong. Bewildered, he looks at me "With what? What am I doing?". "Well with that!" with my outstretched arm and open hand, I point him from head to toe. "I think three showers in one day is a bit much." I giggled. He rolled his eyes, but smiled. Then put his arm around me and we walk back to the motel.

After we told Old Gray that the wood to be chopped was ready, theb Jake had quickly refreshed himself in the motel room, we went into town for breakfast, which had become lunch by now. Jake didn't realize it, but I was falling behind, he was walking faster than me, as if there were no more places at the restaurant where we wanted to eat something. As we pass an alley and I got ready to get catch up to Jake, I was grabbed by two hands and pulled into it. I wanted to scream at Jake, but I was silenced by a blow to the back of the head. The world turned and went dark.

"What have you done moron!" I hear, when I open my eyes. "What else should I have done, huh?" the irritations were clearly audible, but so was the panic. "Well nothing! You should have left it to me, instead of impulsively kidnapping someone and not just anyone, but her!" the voices came closer "Do you have any idea who she is with? Do you have any idea who arrested you?" there was a pause and some murmuring "No indeed you don't know! He's not just any cop, he's from the BND. They can make us disappear off the face of the earth for no reason at all. And now, now you've given them one of the biggest reason you can think of, you kidnapped his wife!! What do you think is going to happen?" the voices were now so close it was as if they were in the room where I was sitting. I look at where I am and see that my wrists and ankles were duct taped to the chair I sit on. Luckily my mouth was free so that I could breathe normally. I inspect the room, but can't quite place where I am. The arguing came from the other side of the door, which was behind me. I didn't get a chance to look any further because the door flew open. "Better just shut up and let me take over from here!" Alan's voice could be heard clearly. "Yes, but I do want revenge, have you seen my nose?" Richy complains to him. "Sure! And if you continue like this, I'll make it even more skewed!" Alan threatens him. Then they walk into the room together and come stand face to face with me. I take a deep breath, I don't want them to see that I'm actually a bit scared, even though being pissed off too. So I ignore that knot in my stomach and sit up straighter, with my chin up provocative. And to make them panic even further, I feed that fire just a little more. "Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into by kidnapping me like that?". "Why? Do you think we're scared?" it's Richy who answers me. "Oh I think you're scared, Richy. Do you really think you're going to get away with this?" I raise my eyebrow. "As if you can do something.. you're stuck to a chair." he mocks me with his smile. "I never said I'm going to do anything. But what I'm saying is that we wanted to do it legally and kindly, but I don't think that's the case anymore." I give him a dark smile back. The moment his face twisted in shock, the knot in my stomach disappeared, something dark raised up in me, a feeling of willing to fight no matter the costs. Alan was much less impressed next to him.

"You two thought you knew me, that you could mold my character into your own image." I paused to get the words across. "Richy, you thought you had me wrapped around your finger. And that only through text messages? Are you really that dumb?" I turn to Alan "And you never thought about what would happen if I got my memory back? You're either incredibly stupid or you're tired of life. It doesn't matter to me though, you're going down anyway."

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake x player #duskwood game #iamjake #duskwood fanfiction

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The Cursed Journey

PART 8: MOTIVE

"What does this even mean?" Michael's face scrunches up. "To Kelly with the cool bangs?"

I snort. "It's exactly what it says."

"But who is Kelly? Is this a reference? Am I missing something? Is there anything—or anyone—you need to tell me about?"

I look away from the hologram and roll my eyes. Hopefully, he still hasn't upgraded his phone and the projection's too blurry for him to tell. "Just print it, Michael. It's non-negotiable."

"Okay." His shoulders appear as he makes an exaggerated shrug. "But you know people are going to talk when we release this. Right?"

"Sure. People will theorize. Let them." I can hear exasperation seeping into my voice. The tremor is back in my hands and I can feel a cluster headache gathering like storm clouds. "My private life is public property. I'm a character as much as I am a writer." I shake a small white pill out of an orange bottle. "You should be happy if people are talking," I grumble before tossing the pill into my mouth, swallowing it dry—a decision I immediately regret. "That's what you want. Isn't it?"

"I suppose. But that's not all they're gonna talk about. Tobi and the Brain Worm isn't exactly what people have been waiting for. I need you to be prepared for that."

I wince internally. "I know." People are gonna be pissed, disappointed, confused. But I'm not a machine, and it's these weird little experiments that keep me going. I'm doing all I can to hold the curse at bay.

"You're gonna have to do press for this."

I sigh. "Do I?"

"Yes! Of course. Ody, people are losing faith. It's been over a year since Neo Olympus dropped." I grimace. He doesn't have to constantly remind me of that. I don't think he'd spontaneously combust if he went a whole day without mentioning it. "You're lucky you write so well. People give you a lot more patience than normal." He means I'm lucky bots still can't replicate my work. "But your fans aren't gonna be satisfied with some quirky little sci-fi novel about Tobi and her brain worm unless they know something bigger is coming. I need you to reassure them of that."

"Well, if I spend time reassuring them, I won't have time to produce it."

"How much more time do you need?" Michael squeals. "You just wrote a novel in three days. That sequel should be finished by now! Hell, the series should be finished by now."

I look away. "It—it nearly is."

"Ody Specter... tell me you aren't writing Act 3 again."

I'm silent for a moment too long. "I just—"

"Unbelievable! Do you need me to come over and watch you? Like a child doing their homework? Cause I'll do it."

"No! No. I'll get it done."

"Tonight. You will get it done tonight."

"Fine."

"Fine, what?"

"Fine, I'll finish it tonight."

"Okay. You better. And Ody, you know I'm only doing this because I care about you, right?"

"Yes." No, I don't know that. How could I be sure of that? I'm your source of income. I'm a product you sell.

"Good." Michael sighs. "Good."

"But—" Anxiety gnaws at my stomach. "What if it isn't good?"

"Pardon?"

"The sequel. What if it isn't what they've been waiting for? People have already waited ages for this, if I then release something that's disappointing—"

"Stop. Ody, Listen to me." Michael interrupts. I allow it. I don't really want to finish my sentence. "Do not worry about that. Okay? Two things. Number one: I believe in you. You are your own worst critic and you're never gonna be fully satisfied with what you create. That's the burden of being an artist. Trust me, I've worked with enough of you to know that." I brush a tear off my cheek. "Number two: people are going to be assholes. There's no avoiding that. Either they're shitty trolls or people so invested in your story and characters that they treat them like they own them. You'll never give those people what they want, and you don't have to. You can't let your fear of disappointing strangers keep you from creating something you love. And I know how much you love this—how much you care. Just... get it out there. Share it. And remember, there's always more people who silently appreciate you than who vocally critique you. However it turns out, people will love it—and those who don't love it, don't matter."

"Thanks, Michael." Warm calm settles over me. "I needed to hear that."

"Don't mention it. It's my job to be here for you. While I have you here, they also want you to do press for Min-joon's book."

"You're shitting me, right?" The calm is yanked away, exposing my back to harsh cold. "That is not Min-joon's book. There's no way I'm going to show support for that factory produced, plagiarized crap. You should be grateful I'm not publicly denouncing it!"

Recently, that's all I've wanted to do. It aggravates me so much to see people praising it on every platform. It's a lie. A scam. A forgery.

Michael sent me a copy last week. I ripped it apart and set it on fire.

Apparently, it's a solarpunk love story about a robot tea farmer and a human antiquarian. I don't know. I only skimmed through parts of it before the nausea turned unbearable and my urge to destroy it became all-consuming.

What I do know is that everyone else in the world seems to be wet with anticipation. Every major news outlet has been calling it, "the ultimate friends to lovers story." Or, "a revolutionary tale with intoxicating worldbuilding." My old boss at Biblio called it, "the most serenely beautiful work of fiction she's ever read."

I could slap every single one of them. Right in the face. Just slap the shit out of them. Maybe then they'd come to their senses and see that nothing has been created. This book, as good as it may be, is manufactured bullshit hiding under Min-joon's name—wearing his style, tone, themes, etc. as camouflage.

"Listen, Ody, I know you've felt that way, but—"

"But what, Michael? There's no past tense. I do feel this way."

"I know, I get it. Trust me... but Mr. Steel called me today. Literally, he called me. He wants to speak with you, to see if you'll reconsider."

"Well, next time he honors you with a call, tell him to eat fucking glass. That'll be less painful than trying to convince me to support him and his despicable actions."

"But you just send them the unfinished work. Or just the ideas! They'll write it for you. They'll even make it sound like you if you give them enough. There's no risk. No danger! You barely have to lift a finger—"

"Never, Michael. Never."

"Fine. I'll tell them it's a no."

"And don't bring it up again."

"I won't. But remember, this means you have to work. You have to write. You have to finish this story, then do it all over again. You turn Steel down and that's your only option. It doesn't have to be perfect—that's what editing is for—just... do it. You make this harder than it has to be. And if you need to," he stops for a moment. I can see debate in his eyes even through the hologram. "Think about Min-joon. If nothing else, do it for him."

A visceral snarl rips from my throat. "Do you think I'm not doing that? Every second, of every fucking day?"

"No. Ody, that's not—I'm just trying to motivate you."

"I don't need motivation! Surprisingly, the threat of death and need to support my loved one is more than enough. And, for the record, I'm not making this hard. This is hard. Really fucking hard!" A cauldron of rage starts to boil over, searing and charring my insides.

It's unproductive. Everything about this. This has been a massive waste of time and—the more I get worked up—the more time I'll continue to waste. I need to get out. Fast.

"I'll call you in the morning."

"Okay, g—"

I toss my phone on my bed and walk over to the windows. My hands fly to my face and neck, rubbing the overwhelming emotion from my tense muscles. I look out at the urban landscape, doing my best to cool my furious blood—to quiet the string of violent obscenities parading through my head.

The sun hangs low in the sky. Dark brushstrokes of clouds cross the vast expanse. It's almost a perfect rainbow—dark purple overhead gradually turning to fiery crimson along the horizon. The lit windows and labyrinthine streets are equally beautiful, creating a tapestry of electric life.

It's distracting. Hopefully calming. Perhaps even inspiring.

Hmm, maybe... I look back at my office door. No. Being generous, it would take me at least thirty minutes of strained grunting and heaving to get my desk out here. By that time, the sunset would be long gone. There's no time, you worthless piece—

I force myself to turn away and drag my body back to the study. Michael is right, as much as I loathe to admit it.

I have work to do.

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shaniaispunk · 5 months

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Enjoy The Silence

Authors Note : Hey! I haven’t written anything in what feels like years, but I’ve had the idea stuck in my head for a while. I’ve rewritten and posted so many times but I’m hoping this version is better! Any ideas or questions feel free to comment or message me, hope you enjoy it!

Part 1 -

I was almost 14 when the outbreak started in 2013, it wiped out a huge chunk of humanity. It was just me and my dad, my mother left a long time ago and for all I know she is long gone or most likely dead. He raised me on his own for most of my life, for as long as I can remember at least. He passed away when I was 17 though, it was nothing to do with cordyceps though. I’m not sure of the cause, but one night he went to bed and the next day he was gone. Leaving him was the hardest thing I ever had to do but I had to learn to carry on without him now, I had to mature at such a young age to be able to survive.

I spent a whole year alone, I came across a few people on my travels. I learnt the hard way that they were just using me to get to wherever they needed to go, I was young and vulnerable, it took me a long time to open up or trust anybody after that day, I never thought I would be able to again. But then I met Joel, he saved me from the loneliness. It took him a while to get past the walls I built up, to even coax a conversation out of me about what had happened leading up to us meeting took a lot of patience.

Joel told me about his time in the Boston QZ, about Tess. How she was bitten when they snook out past curfew. He told me about this time someone was trying to buy pills of him, they started to say “if you’re feeling lost” but Joel cut them off quickly saying “you tell me to look for the light and I’ll break your jaw”.

He held onto that promise, we bumped into some fireflies a couple months ago who were chanting their usual bullshit “remember if you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light”. Low and behold, Joel broke the guys jaw which he well and truly deserved. Not only did he piss off Joel by saying that, but this guy also tried to grope me after saying he hadn’t seen a real woman in years... I have never seen him so angry, I used to see him as a father figure with me only being in my early twenties. But I feel like my feelings have developed more for him since that day, he always protects me in any way he can.

After that he brought me back to Jackson, his brother Tommy was at a commune there and said we were more than welcome to stay as long as we helped in any way.

You would have thought after all these years alone that I would appreciate the silence, to not be surrounded by infected. But here I am, ten years after outbreak day on patrol with Joel Miller. It’s almost too quiet, which is concerning.

Ellie lent her horse Shimmer to me, mine was shot a few weeks back when we ran into some smugglers just south of Jackson. She took a break from patrol for a while after the whole ordeal with Seth in the Tipsy Bison, she is still mad at Joel even though he thought he was doing what was best. So, I agreed to swap with her and take her place, for now it is just me and Joel for a while. Her and Dina are good for each other, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Ellie so happy in all these years of knowing her.

“She will talk to you at some point you know?” you turn to look at Joel, knowing that his argument with Ellie a few weeks days back was still playing on his mind.

“I know darlin, she’s just as stubborn as the day I met her” he says rubbing his free hand over his face.

The storm just died down and everything was covered in a fresh sheet of snow, so it was hard to see any fresh blood or any new footprints. Everything seems too calm, which almost seemed comforting until we got to the old supermarket in the town just over from the commune. The whole place is crawling with infected, we wouldn’t know what type of infected they are or how many we were going to be dealing with until we were inside. We still needed to be stealthy, Joel went inside first, I followed behind him slowly.

Do not raise any attention to us, don’t let them notice you.

I pulled my switch blade from my jacket pocket, using my gun would not be a wise idea right now. I sneak up behind one of the clickers, wrapping my left arm around its neck and quickly slicing the blade through their throat. It looked like there was only a few more up here, mostly clickers by the looks of it so the rest must be downstairs. One by one, we managed to somehow take them all down without bringing any attention to our presence.

We continued down to the basement, Tommy said that no one had been any further than the first floor. Before we progressed, Joel nudged me. He was pointing towards something to the left of me behind the doors. Spores... Looks like they’ve been here for a while, how did we miss this? Why hadn’t anybody been down here before?

The doors were chained together, must have been like that for a while. Joel handed me my mask before reaching back into his backpack to pull out his own. He pushed on the doors so they would open just enough for me to slip inside, I picked the lock on the chains and slowly pulled them free, trying my best to be silent. I heard movement behind me, “what the fuck was that?” Joel held his finger up to his mouth telling me to be quiet. I heard it again to my right, my head whipped around to follow the movement. Stalkers? I saw one peering around the doorframe before quickly disappearing again. We had a few reports of stalkers a few months back but had never seen any this close to Jackson.

I slowly walked around the room trying to watch where I was stepping, but just my luck I stand on some broken glass which alerts the clickers. I pulled my knife out quickly, Joel followed suit with his shotgun. One of the stalkers comes through a hole in the wall, before I can react it grabs me by the ankle and pulls me to the floor. Joel reacted a lot quicker than I could, shooting the stalker right in the head, blowing its remains all over my face. So much for being silent…

I shoved what was left of the stalker off me chuckling at Joel “nice save cowboy, thought I’d be a lot quicker than you”. He just smiles and shakes his head at my comment, reaching down offering his hand to me. I pull myself up, wiping my hands on the front of my jeans which are definitely a few sizes too small. Suppose I can’t complain though, especially when we are in the middle of the fucking apocalypse so I’m lucky enough to be alive and be by Joel’s side.

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Leaving off from what I vented last on a video, I was able to see my son over Zoom eventually that late afternoon on Sunday. I didn’t hear back from his father on Saturday night because they went to the beach and got back late in which he could’ve told me rather than for me to be waiting all night wondering. We had a nice video session with him while we were out yesterday doing Uber so it was nice to be able to see him during the early afternoon.

I realized that at work, I’m going to be working the tray line for a good while because I am replacing what Judy was originally helping with. Her bid is inside the green room by the dock and she’s returning to her assignment. She volunteered to work the tray line for the last several months, but now I am stuck to the job as a new fresh bidder to the 010/020 unit. When I called out twice during the tour 3 schedule, that was it for them. They gave me a 2nd II and then just last Friday they gave me a notice letter of all the dates I called out. My union rep Sean, told me that we can’t allow it to get to step 3 which is a 7 day paid suspension, because what comes after that is a 14 day non-paid suspension and then they will fire you. I don’t have any medical documentation since I don’t have no fucking health insurance or money to see the doctor here, and what documentation would they expect to see when the human body is struggling to stay awake on a night shift? I been told many people has called off on that job shift, so I dunno. I been showing up to work every day since then, but they should see that I been able to show up to work just fine during tour 3 shift. It’s definitely been a lot better and more relieving for me knowing that I get off work around the time I was barely just coming to work on the old shift.

Last 4th of July was a horrible holiday. We didn’t even get to enjoy it. We showed up at the show early around 2:18pm. There were already old fat people camping out on folding chairs and umbrellas in which we made a dumb choice not to bring. I assumed that it was going to be an overcast weather even though it was so fuckin hot & humid. Knowing that it was a good chance of rain that day, we still stood under the hot sun with no shade for 2-3 hours. Eventually the heat fucked us up and we had to leave. I only had a chance to shoot the first opening band then we had to leave because Joshua started having a panic attack. We thought he was going through a heat stroke at first, but it turns out that his body was having a panic attack right after we ate McD’s. We were trying to cool off from being exposed in the heat and then we had to call 911 to take him to the hospital because he was scared & didn’t know what to do. That was when it began raining. I was pissed that it began raining right after we left the show because we really wanted to stay to see Brad Praisley for free. How often does free shows like that happen? Well if we get lucky and get another chance to see a show like that again, it will happen. This was the 2nd time Brad did a free show like this, of course with tons of sponsors in town which was what helped make the free show happened. It’s just too bad it wasn’t inside a big venue instead of being out in the fucking heat.

When the ambulance took Joshua to the hospital, I followed behind the ambulance truck, but damn they drove pretty fast in the hard rain storm. Thankfully, I was able to find the right hospital they dropped off Joshua at, and I had to wait awhile before I was able to go in to see him. It’s just weird that they said that everything looked good with his vitals, blood pressure, heart, etc. It turned out that he had a panic attack. The heat on top of the junk food that we had for lunch was what triggered it on 4th of July. Yesterday, his panic attack came in again during a delivery and he drove us back to the hospital to see a doctor again. They finally prescribed some anxiety pills for him to take, but the energy drink that he got from the gas station was what triggered his panic attack yesterday. I threw away the drink in the trash can at a Taco Bell while he was using the restroom, I brought some water for him to see if it would calm down his anxiety. Anyways, he needed medication for his anxiety and stress for the longest time, now this was the only time he was forced to accept the fact that he needed medication. He really hates medication, but I told him as long as we both know that we are people who don’t abuse that kind of stuff, use it for what it’s for. We ended up picking up 2 medications yesterday before getting lunch from Arby’s and returning home. He was already drowsy and slurring from the Dramamine that he took on top of the 2 medicines they gave him at the hospital. Just like I predicted, he passed the fuck out right after we ate. He fell asleep with the vape in his hand, I was up for a little bit then I decided to take a nap with him. I woke up around 9 or 11pm and was playing my Ants game before falling back asleep for another few hours. Last night, when Joshua woke up around 1am, he thought it was the afternoon when it was really still night time. We were up this morning and left around 8am back to the Walgreens because he didn’t check the medication that we picked up from Walgreens later to find out that he didn’t pick up the most important one, Xanex which is the important pill only meant for emergencies if his panic attack comes back while his body has to break in the other medication that he will be on daily for the month.

I have to make a phone call to Sean and he wants to 3 way speak with one of the reps of the APWU to make sure they are no longer taking my money from my check. I plan on looking into applying for medical thru the union so that I can have insurance here in Tennessee as well as maybe have a chance to put Joshua on my plan so that he can at least have some kind of insurance coverage for once. I notice with union medical insurance, they seem to allow employees to put domestic partners on their plan which is great. Only the federal employee health benefits only allow married spouses to be placed on the plan, but it’s fine. Once the APWU cancels my union dues and disability insurance plan, I can apply for a medical plan for the NMHPU to have insurance in Tennessee and still keep my Federal benefits in California to keep my son covered. I have to make sure I bring my attendance back up to good standing and start requesting days off ahead of time when I need a day off.

I ended up having to push my counseling session meeting towards the beginning of August since my counselor is going on vacation towards the end of July. The appointments have all been booked until she returns from her vacation. That will give me plenty of time to fill out the forms I need to turn back in to her, but I need to find time to print those forms out at a Staples or Office Max so that I can fill them out before my first meeting with Ivy Jeffries.

If I get lucky, I may be able to still keep my job if I don’t fuck up my attendance anymore. I normally don’t call out a lot like I have when I was on tour 1, but that’s the whole fucking reason I bid out to tour 3. I got shit going on, if they don’t give a fuck they can go fuck themselves. I know I may not end up being with this company forever. If my dream comes true, I may not have to retire with this job as sad as it sounds that I moved out of California for a better life. I been with the company for 11 years. Sean knows that I am a good worker and that he will do what he can to help me.

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