#i should gif another trailer but i can't move from here why
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the film (eddie munson x fem!reader)
summary: after finding a very interesting movie in eddie's trailer, you can't help but point out a very important detail...you and the girl on the tv look exactly alike.
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: 4,678
requested?: yes
warnings/what to expect: SMUT (18+ MDNI), bestfriend!eddie, descriptions of a porn video, reader has glasses, teasing, kissing, dry humping, dirty talk, glasses kink i guess, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, facial (yk), vaginal fingering, p in v sex, protected sex (yay!), praise, daddy kink, also gif's not mine
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Like any other Friday night you found yourself laying in Eddie's bed, listening to him compose new music for his band. The scene has to be the best way to end the week. Watching Eddie play his guitar, half of his hair up in a bun while half fell loosely to his shoulders, the short sleeved t-shirt he was wearing did little to no attempt to cover his arms...
God, you love Fridays.
But your show was interrupted when Eddie stopped playing, unplugging his guitar before hanging it on the wall where it usually is before joining you on the bed. Both of you were with your backs against the mattress, looking up at the ceiling of Eddie's room.
"You're staying the night?" he asks.
It wasn't unusual for you to spend the night at Eddie's house. The two of you have been best friends since you were little, so sleepovers were a recurrent thing. Your parents love Eddie, Uncle Wayne loves you. You're always welcomed to stay, just like Eddie is always welcomed to stay at your house.
And unlike what most people would think, nothing has ever happened between you and Eddie. Not once in all your years of friendship.
Not like you haven't thought of something happening. Because you have. Far too many times.
You can't deny that even though you enjoy spending time with him, it's gets harder and harder to pretend like sleeping next to him isn't driving you insane. Because you can't do anything but lay there. You can't move closer, you can't touch him. You can't tangle your fingers in his hair and whimper next to his ear while he's fingering you underneath the covers, trying your best to stay quiet because your parents are sleeping in the room at the end of the hallway. All of that lives hidden inside your mind.
"Maybe," was your reply, still not entirely sure if his company is worth spending yet another night craving him. "Why?"
"I need to make a quick delivery down the block. I wanted to know if I needed to take my van or not, in case I needed to give you a ride home."
"Wasn't planning on leaving yet."
"Good," was his reply, that hint of a flirtatious tone in his voice, but the glimpse of it wasn't strong enough to let yourself believe he's actually flirting. Eddie stood up to walk over to his desk, the familiar lunchbox placed there. He took out a few bags before putting on his usual leather jacket and putting the bags inside the pockets. "Wanna go with me?"
"I'd rather stay here."
"Fine. Try not to burn my house down."
With that said, Eddie walked out of his bedroom. Shortly after, you heard the front door of the trailer opening and closing, meaning you're completely alone now.
You rolled to your side on his bed, getting into a much comfortable position. The small TV in one corner of his room catches your attention, and you figure you could watch something until he gets back. The remote control was on top of his nightstand, but shortly after trying to turn the TV on a couple of times you realized it wasn't working.
Sighing, you stood up from the bed and began pushing the little button that should turn the artifact on, but nothing was happening. The solution to your current problem appeared before you when you kneeled down to check the cable, realizing it was disconnected.
As soon as you plug the TV, you hear a series of loud moans coming from it. You jumped slightly at the sudden sound, your cheeks starting to burn a little when you realize what is going on.
Eddie forgot he had a porn film playing. Maybe he had to unplug the damn thing in order to avoid getting caught watching that. Was it Uncle Wayne the one that almost discovered him or was it you?
But before your mind could drift entirely that way, you focus on another much important manner that requires your immediate attention the moment your eyes land on the screen and witness what is going on. There, you see a woman kneeling in front of the guy that's filming her, a close-up to her face as she begins sucking the guy's dick...she looks exactly like you.
You were kinda shocked to see just how similar this person is to you. Same hair color, same eye color, same nose...even the same pair of glasses you wear. Could this be...? No way. Is...Eddie watching a porn film with an actress that looks just like you?
Fuck.
You were unsure if you wanted to watch the rest or not. Has he watched it more than once or was this the first time he's seen it? It was already halfway in so most definitely he has seen enough. Doesn't he realize how similar you and the actress are? Or did he get this film because you and the actress are very similar?
After hearing the woman moaning around the guy's dick for another few seconds, you finally decided to pause the video and turn off the TV as if nothing happened, going back to the bed and deciding to stay there. Maybe it's better if you don't touch anything else.
When Eddie got back, you were staring at the ceiling while laying on your back. He smiled your way, taking his jacket off and putting the money he got for the drugs in a safe place.
"You've been there the whole time doing nothing?" he asks jokingly, his back facing you while he counts a few dollars before closing the little box where he kept his money.
"Mostly," was your reply, failing to hold back the smirk forming on your lips.
"What does that mean?" he insisted, finally turning to look at you. The look on his face let you know he has absolutely no idea where this is going.
You were quiet for a few seconds before turning to point at the TV. "I tried watching cartoons..."
When your attention was back on Eddie, he looked absolutely mortified. His cheeks were red and he looked panicked, opening his mouth to say something but closing it when he realized he couldn't find something to say.
"Those weren't cartoons..." you teased him even further.
"You– I...How much did you watch?" he asked, walking towards the TV and staring at it, knowing there's nothing he can do now to prevent you from watching that movie.
"Not much," you replied, shrugging despite him once again not looking at you. "But it was interesting..."
"What? Why?" he blurts out nervously, turning to face you. "What's interesting?"
You can tell Eddie is mortified. His cheeks are still burning red and he's frantically moving his arms around when he speaks. He only gestures this much when he's nervous.
"Actually, I don't think I want to know," he added right after.
"It's a good thing...I think."
He somehow looks even more frustrated. You didn’t think that was possible. "You think?"
"Depends on what your answer is."
That comment certainly made Eddie more interested, stopping to protest about how uncomfortable he was to really think about what could happen next. If you say it depends on his answer...
"What is it?" he eventually asks.
Him being cooperative made you smile, sitting up on the bed, legs crossed and hands resting against the mattress at each side of you. "If I tell you the question, you must answer. And no lies!"
"Sure, okay," he dismisses it, curious to know what you had in mind.
You doubted yourself for a second before finally asking the one question that kept playing over and over in your head since you saw that movie. "The woman in that film...does she happen to look like me or was that the idea?"
Eddie scoffed, immediately shaking his head. "Nope! Nope! Not answering that!"
"You said–!"
"I didn't know that was the question!"
"Well...your reaction kind of answers it perfectly, anyway," you commented.
He looks ever more defeated, too self-aware to try to come on top in this situation, knowing he couldn't save himself. He was watching a porn film with an actress that looks exactly like you and you noticed. You know he jerks off watching someone that resembles you getting fucked over and over again, wishing that was actually you being completely wrecked by him.
There's no way he's winning this one.
"Why are you doing this?" he gave up, taking a seat at the very edge of his bed. "It's enough knowing you watched the damn thing, I don't need you teasing me about it."
"I'm not teasing you, Eds," was your reply, crawling to where he was. "Well, I was. But not in a bad way..."
Eddie leans back just slightly when he notices the way you crawl on top of him, sitting on his lap with one leg at each side of his body. A hand rests at the back of his neck, the other carefully traces up and down his sleeveless t-shirt.
His hands instinctively rest at each of your thighs as he watches you. The gesture makes you smile, leaning closer to him. His breath catches in his throat when he feels you moving on top of him, knowing you did that on purpose. The feeling of your pants rubbing against his black jeans wasn't nearly enough to help you ease the growing ache in between your thighs, but at least it was something.
"If it makes you feel any better, I'm actually flattered."
"You...you are?" he asks in disbelief.
You nod, the smile never fading as you move slightly closer, your face too close to his. He immediately wraps an arm around your lower back hoping that would make you stay right there, your noses practically touching at that point.
"Yeah. I mean, why wouldn't I like knowing you touch yourself thinking about me?" you asked innocently. "Because that's what you do, right?"
"Yeah...All the time," he was barely able to say, too focused on the fact that you were straddling him, your hips once again moving just enough to tease him. And you made sure to look at him as if you had no idea what your movements on top of him were doing to his body and mind. Like this wasn't driving him insane.
"Say it for me, please."
Eddie practically moans at your request. "I jerk off thinking about you."
"Yeah? And you think about all the stuff you could be doing to me if I was there with you?"
He nods after your question, silently begging for you to lean down and kiss him at this point. Or for you to start moving your hips faster. Or both. Both would be great, but either would be enough for now.
"Would you like to show me, Eddie?" you ask again, eager for this to escalate already.
"Can I show you?" he practically repeats, unable to still fully comprehend how did he managed to be in this situation with you on top of him, asking if he can fuck you like the many times he had fantasized about it. It's too good to be true.
"I'd love that," you reply, as if the fact that you started rocking your hips faster wasn't enough of an answer.
Just right after you said those words, you lean down and finally crash your lips against his. The second you're kissing him, Eddie loses all self control he had left, immediately starting to kiss you back as his hands gently grab your ass, forcing you to speed up your movements on top of him.
The kiss deepens, your tongue meeting his as the two of you continue to make out. You could feel his pants becoming tighter underneath you, letting you know how much Eddie was enjoying this.
You eventually move back from the kiss and, much to Eddie's discomfort, you get back on your feet and take a few steps back from the bed. Just before Eddie could protest about you being so far away from him, he stays quiet when he notices your hands grabbing the end of your shirt, pulling it over your shoulders and off your body.
It made you feel exposed, but you can't deny how much you enjoy having his attention. To know his eyes are scanning your body and the more he does the more turned on he gets. To watch him having to fix the fit of his jeans because it was almost impossible to keep them on with the boner he currently has. And you're the one to blame for that.
He watches as you reach to your back, getting rid of your bra too. The item of clothing fell to the floor at your feet but Eddie couldn't care any less about that, as he was way too focused on your now exposed chest.
Eddie was standing in front of you in no time, taking his shirt off and throwing it somewhere before capturing your lips again in a heated kiss while his hands cupped your tits. They were cold, making you hiss against the touch, but somehow it made it that much enjoyable.
Moans would leave your mouth anytime Eddie would pinch one of your nipples, gently twisting them with his fingers before massaging your tits however he wanted. Your sounds were muffled almost entirely against Eddie's lips.
You only broke the kiss so you could look at him, not wanting to miss his reaction the moment you got on your knees in front of him, your fingers tracing down his body until meeting his belt. Eddie's eyes got darker in anticipation, his mouth slightly agape as his breaths became heavier, watching you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants before sliding them down his legs.
His underwear was still in the way, his erection more evident than ever now. He breathes out slowly the second he feels your hand palming him. The reaction makes you smirk, slowly tracing your fingers up to his hips, grabbing his underwear in an even slower gesture just to tease him a little bit more. You can tell Eddie is frustrated, his hips involuntarily rocking closer to you and his body tensing just enough.
But you finally decide to show him mercy, sliding his underwear down to expose his already fully-erect cock. You bit your lip at the image in front of you, once again looking up at Eddie with a smirk. The way you just looked at him nearly drove him insane, grabbing a fistful of your hair to guide you closer to him.
You gladly take him inside your mouth, all at once first before focusing exclusively on his tip, only to fill your mouth with every inch of him that could fit one more time, repeating the process. And you didn't care about being too messy or too loud, which encouraged Eddie to rock his hips faster. That, and the fact that you kept looking up at him through your glasses with a doe-eyed look while continuing to take him inside your mouth.
"Fuck, baby..." he grunts, gripping your hair tighter. "Your mouth feels so good...look so pretty like that with my dick down your throat."
You moan around him, loving to be praised like that for what you were doing. One of your hands travels under your sweatpants and panties, your fingers starting to rub hurried circles on your clit.
Eddie noticed the gesture. "Touching yourself while you suck me off, hmm? Can't wait to play with that pretty pussy of yours."
He continued to thrust in and out of your mouth, you meeting his movements halfway by bobbing your head. At the speed you two were going, the scene got messier and much louder, his dick coated with your saliva.
You knew Eddie was getting closer and closer, his moans increasing and his eyebrows furrowing closer together with each series of thrusts.
Eventually, you took him out of your mouth to start pumping him, wanting him to cum all over your face. It didn't take long for Eddie to do exactly that, his cum falling predominantly inside your mouth and over your glasses.
"You're beautiful," Eddie compliments you, the image of you still on your knees with his cum all over your face being his new favorite things in the entire world.
He watches you swallow what fell inside your mouth, using your fingers to clean around your chin before he walked over to his dresser to grab a few tissues so you could clean yourself. You take a few tissues for your face before removing your glasses, trying your best to clean them as much as possible before rubbing the glasses against the fabric of your sweatpants in an effort to clean them even further, making the stains disappear much better.
When you get on your feet and put your glasses on again, Eddie grabs your face with both of his hands and pulls you in for a heated, passionate kiss. Your tongues meet almost instantly and you moan into his mouth when his hands leave your face to grab your ass instead, squeezing the flesh there.
"I really made a mess on you, huh?" he mutters after pulling away from you, looking down to see a few ropes of cum still dripping down your chest. Just when you were about to move back to clean properly, he grabs both of your arms to stop you from walking away. "It's okay, I can clean it for you."
You lean your head back when you feel his tongue tracing its way across your body, making sure to clean everything off you. When he was done, you were quick to pull him in for yet another kiss, appreciative of him for helping.
Eddie guides you to the edge of his bed and you only move back from the kiss to lay down, gladly accepting his kiss again when he's positioned on top of you. His hands immediately start pulling your sweatpants down your legs and you allow him, lifting your hips from the mattress so he can easily get rid of them.
You're forced to move away from his lips when you feel his fingers touching you, his hand making its way inside your panties and his fingers already in contact with your clit. He rubs his fingers in slow circles, his head moving to hide his face in the crook of your neck.
"So wet for me already," he whispers. "Should we get rid of your panties?"
"Yeah," you reply, nodding eagerly. Eddie starts kissing your neck while his hands take care of removing your underwear. You feel him smile against your skin when you spread your legs wider for him, needing to feel his touch again.
Two of his fingers trace down your pussy until they reach your hole, slowly entering you as you let out a moan at the sensation. He pulls them out of you only to thrust inside of you again, this time faster, curling his fingers inside you.
He moves back from your neck so he can look at you, watching your face while he continues to finger you, smirking every time he would curl his fingers because he knows how much you enjoy the feeling just by the way you react whenever he does it. Your breathing would become heavier, your mouth would open wider, your hips would rock slightly faster.
"You like that?" he asks. "Tell me how good it feels."
"It feels so good, Eddie," you whimper, needing him to move faster already. You grab the back of his neck to pull him closer to your face again. "Faster," you whisper, your lips practically touching his. He increased the speed like you requested. "Shit, like that...keep doing that."
"Is this better for you?" he insisted, wanting to hear you express what he's making you feel as much as he possibly could.
"Yes."
"Are you gonna cum all over my fingers?"
You really tried not to lean your head back into the pillow, enjoying your face so close to his as he continues to say all these things to you. "Uh-huh."
He continued to make out with you right after that, fingering you impossibly faster now. The muffled sound of your moans encouraged him to keep that pace, knowing that meant you'll soon reach your orgasm.
You can feel him rocking his hips against one side of your body, already getting hard again with the sensation of his fingers moving in and out of you, your pussy just so wet all around him.
Eddie uses his thumb to take care of your aching clit while his fingers repeatedly curl inside you, making you grind your hips against him desperately. He moves back, admiring your face as you get closer and closer. "Want to hear your pretty sounds," was his explanation as to why he would stop kissing you.
He once again focused on your neck, his mouth sucking on the skin there. You knew that would leave a mark, but that didn't bother you in the slightest. The idea of Eddie branding you, claiming your body like that, only contributed to the knot in your stomach becoming tighter.
And he made sure to leave not just one hickey, but several. He would occasionally bite down on your neck, adoring to feel the way your grip on his bicep would tighten, nails digging on his skin and your back arching in response while your pussy clenched around his fingers. Your other hand was gripping the sheets underneath you, desperately wanting to hold onto anything because you were just too close, your body needing to brace itself for it.
You lose it when you feel his teeth biting your earlobe, letting out the loudest moan yet when you reach your orgasm. Eddie moves back again, not wanting to miss the show. The sight of you whimpering, still rocking your hips against his fingers, looking so needy and vulnerable for him. And he couldn't get enough of the look in your eyes when you stare back at him, knowing he did a great job just by the expression on your face.
Your hand reaches down to grab his wrist, silently pleading him to keep his movements as slow and gentle as possible, still sensitive from the feeling of your orgasm. He understands, his fingers carefully moving in and out of you one last time before moving his hand away.
Eddie looks at you with a grin, his fingers absolutely soaked with your juices. He didn't think twice before cleaning them off with his mouth, which has to be the hottest thing you've ever seen.
Right after, both of his arms are at each side of your head and he's leaning down to capture your lips in a very heated kiss, tongues meeting and teeth occasionally crashing as you both hungrily devour each other's mouths. You can feel him rubbing himself against your stomach, and you whimper at the feeling because you need to feel him somewhere else.
He only pulls away from you to reach for a condom from his nightstand. You sit on the bed, moving your hips further up to give him space to put the condom on before continuing what you were just about to do.
A smile appears on your face when you see he's done, chuckling when he grabs your hips and pulls you back down, your back pressed against the mattress as you return to your previous position. He was so eager for you and you can just tell by the way he's looking at you.
Eddie kisses you again, holding his weight with one arm while the other explores your body, fingers tracing down your hip to your thigh, grabbing your leg to put it over his shoulder. The position stretches you out even further, moaning in anticipation because you can feel how exposed you are for him.
One of your hands holds onto his bicep the second Eddie starts entering you. "Fuck," you let out in pure ecstasy, already wanting to have him buried deep within you.
You moan again when his skin touches yours, indicating he's fully inside you. When he pulls out, your available leg practically forces him back in by wrapping around him, which definitely took Eddie by surprise judging by the grunt that just escaped his lips.
"So needy of my cock, huh?" he teased. "It's okay, baby. I'll give you exactly what you need."
"Please, Eddie..." you moan, enjoying the fact that his thrusts increased. You were so wet, it was so easy for him to go in and out of you.
He continued to fuck you, the chain hanging from his neck tickling your own while his thrusts continued. Your leg hanging from his shoulder helps to make you feel him deeper than ever, making the experience that much better. He's reached places inside you you're pretty sure no one else has. Ever. And you wouldn't want any other person this seeded in you that isn't Eddie.
Only he can have you like this, a moaning and sweaty mess because he doesn't look like wanting to slow down his movements. He's the only one that would ever make you feel like this. No one can fuck you like he can, and you hope this isnt't the first and only time you get to have him inside you.
Your glasses were starting to fog because your face was buried in his neck while he continued to thrust in and out, forcing you to move your head to the side to avoid them making it impossible to see a thing. That gave him the perfect opportunity to begin kissing your jaw.
"I'm gonna cum," you announced, knowing that you wouldn't last when he's repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside you, your nails digging harder on his arm.
"I'm right behind you," he replies, his lips barely breaking contact with your skin as he speaks. "Cum for me, baby. I want to feel your pussy clenching around me."
"Keep talking like that..." you were barely able to say, feeling you could come any second.
"I need to feel you squeezing my dick when you cum all over me. Make sure to say my name, too. I bet it sounds so pretty when you're screaming it for me while I keep fucking you nice and hard."
"Oh, fuck...Eddie!" you practically gasp, holding onto him as you reach your orgasm, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you completely lose yourself in it, enjoying every second of your release.
"That's it," he encourages, smiling down at you. "So fucking tight around me..."
"Please, give it to me, Eds," you're barely able to plead, still trying to ride down your recent orgasm. "I've been good for you, I need...please, I deserve it. Please."
"You've been so good," he agrees, practically hoping that would be enough hint that he also wants you to keep talking.
"I have. I've taken your cock so well, Eddie...don't you think your good girl deserves to feel you cum?"
"Fuck, you do. You deserve...you deserve it all, baby. "
You whimper underneath him, knowing he was so close already. You just needed to give him one last encouragement for him to lose it entirely. And you knew exactly what you needed to say to get him to break right there.
"Please, daddy. I need to feel you cum."
It was like a secret code only you knew the correct answer to. Or like a complicated riddle only you had the answer to. Because as soon as those words left your mouth, Eddie was rapidly reaching his own orgasm.
A few occasional profanities left his lips as he came down from it all, his hands still worshiping your body as he gave his final thrusts before finally pulling away from you.
He got rid of the used condom while you got under the covers of his bed, not minding to get dressed just yet. You could do that later. Right now you just wanted to rest in his bed.
Eddie got back and joined you underneath the covers. You were gladly surprised when he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a quick kiss on the top of your head. He didn't bother to put any clothes on either.
"So, was that better than your movie?" you asked jokingly, obviously knowing the answer.
"Much better," he replied instantly, which inevitably made you chuckle. "Don't think I'll need to watch that anymore if I can fuck you like this whenever I want."
"Yeah, you can forget all about that stupid film," you agreed, already waiting for the next time you get to have Eddie all to yourself like this again.
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kinktober day three: hate sex
pairing: trey parker x f! reader
summary: you and trey are costars for BASEketball, and yet you can't stand one another
genre: smut
word count: 1659
cw: fighting, slight hitting (trey gets slapped), cunnilingus, protected sex this time
author's note: hehehehehheheheheehe
“I literally can’t work with him anymore. He thinks he knows better than everyone because ‘Ooo I have a fancy cartoon’. It’s ridiculous.” You spoke on the phone, twirling the cord in between your fingers.
“He’s cute though. Right?” Your friend’s voice rang on the other side of the phone causing you to roll your eyes.
“That’s not what I’m talking about. Besides, he'd be a lot cuter if he learned to bleach his hair properly.”
The two of you started to laugh, but I mean she wasn’t wrong about him being cute. Trey was cute, just on occasion had an attitude while on set and it didn’t help that Matt, his right hand man, would be right there, egging him on.
The knock on your trailer caused you to jump before going back to the phone, “I gotta go. Someone’s here.”
“Come in!” You yelled, grabbing your bathrobe and putting it on. Your costumes were mainly some sort of business casual outfit so any chance you took, you usually stripped down into almost nothing so it would be easier to get dressed for the next scene whenever it would be time.
The door creaked open as you sat on the couch before you noticed the bouncing of poorly bleached hair followed by the rest of him. Trey Parker. You unfortunately had the opportunity to play his love interest in this new movie called BASEketball and throughout the duration Trey seemed to always have something to bitch about and it drove you insane.
If he wasn’t complaining, he was either rushing things so he could go work on his silly little show, or pulling pranks with his friends on set, which included you.
“Oh…it’s you.”
Trey could sense you didn’t like him, after all he barely liked you it seemed. The two of you were constantly at one another’s throats, hardly able to practice lines or even just talk on set without it turning into an argument.
“David sent me in here because he’s sick of reshooting our scene and wants us to practice it.”
“I think it’s fine. Don’t think he needs to keep having us do it.” You spoke, getting up from the couch, walking to the little kitchen as you grabbed a water bottle, taking a sip.
“You may think it’s fine but he doesn't since he’s the director we should try to listen to him.” Trey told you, his voice staying monotone.
You shrugged, “If you think so.”
You grabbed your script from the counter, returning to your spot on the couch before motioning to him to a spot next to you.
He slowly walked over, plopping down next to you before opening the little book, “Do you wanna start? Or should I start in a different spot?”
You opened your own script and flipped through to the scene that you were practicing. “Hmm…” You found the page before jumping into character and starting your line, “Why do you play, Coop?”
The two of you exchanged lines, trying to put as much passion as two people who couldn’t stand each other could. After all, it was one of the more sentimental scenes in the movie even with the comedic underline during it.
“...Fucks the sleeve of his favorite jacket..”
“What?”
“Huh? I’m just saying…We’ll be here for Joey, I promise.” You felt Trey inch closer to you, the feeling of his knee touching yours.
“Oh Coop, I wanna believe you. I wanna believe you more than anything bu-” You were cut off by Trey pressing his lips into yours, his hand moving into your hair as he kissed and before you kissed back you quickly pulled away, slapping your hand across his face.
“What the fuck?” Trey asked, his hand going to his cheek as he looked at you. “You startled me.”
“Startled you? It’s in the script what do you mean I startled you? We do it every time we film the scene?”
“Yeah but we’re not filming? I figured we just wouldn’t kiss.” You tried defending yourself, although you weren’t entirely sure why you slapped him and if you were telling the full truth about it.
“Oh be so fucking real right now. You just decided to slap me to be a bitch.”
“Excuse me?”
“Come on. Like you haven’t been called a bitch before? Hard to believe that one.” He scoffed as he spoke, making you roll your eyes in almost disbelief.
“You’re an entitled ass who thinks they know better than everyone because he has his own tv show.”
“Well with my own tv show I think I have the right to be an entitled ass. I also have two movies if you forgot about those as well.” He spoke, you couldn’t even notice the air in the room growing heavier as the two of you continued to bicker.
“At least my reputation is a lot better than yours.”
“You think I care about my precious Hollywood reputation? You’re funny for that one. If I cared I wouldn’t have as much money as I do. And I definitely wouldn’t be standing here arguing with you.”
At this point the two of you were so close, you could practically smell each other’s scents, feel each other's heart beats. The silence between you two just grew, you were unable to come up with something to say through your anger. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you with a scowl on his face. You probably returned the same but suddenly broke when he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you in and pushing his lips against yours again, this time more angrily.
You started to kiss back but pulled away, slapping his face again. Quickly, you pulled him in by his shirt, kissing him. His hand reached for your hair giving it a tug as the two of you quickly got on the couch, clothes practically flying as you pulled them off one another.
His hands reached for your breasts, taking them in his hands as he started massaging them, causing you to let out a moan into his mouth. He chuckled lightly from your moan causing you to pull away, “Keep laughing and we can stop now.”
He quickly stopped before kissing you once more while you pulled off his t-shirt and baggy jeans, throwing them onto the ground not caring if they got wrinkled or not.
You reached your hand down between you two, rubbing his length through his boxers and were honestly surprised by his size as you just always assumed he was smaller with the way his attitude was.
Trey was quick to wince under your touch, “Sorry I uh…never mind.” He quickly corrected himself, before moving down your body, propping your legs up.
He quickly pulled off your panties before blowing cool air on the growing wetness of your aching clit causing you to let out a gasp, giving him a small push with your leg.
“Do you want me to do this or not?”
“I’d rather you’d not be a tease about it.”
“God, do you ever shut up?” He asked, scoffing and rolling his eyes, moving your legs. “Maybe I would if you didn’t constantly ask stupid fucking que- AH FUCK!”
You were quickly cut off by the feeling of Trey diving his tongue in between your folds as he started sucking on your clit. You threw your head back onto the arm of the couch letting out a moan, gripping the bleached hair with your right hand while the other gripped onto the cushion underneath you.
Trey continued sucking at you clit, occasionally swirling his tongue as he moaned once you gripped his hair with your hand.
You felt Trey’s arms hook under your thighs before he propped you more on his shoulders, as he looked up at you.
The familiar pit in your stomach started to ache as you let out a small whine, “W-Wait Trey..” You tried pausing him, making him pull away.
“What?” His voice was slightly annoyed as he moved his arms from your legs, propping himself up. “Come back up here.” You groaned at him.
It didn’t take him long to listen before he climbed back up your body, putting his mouth against yours, rubbing his clothed cock against your folds. You pulled down his boxers, kicking them off with your feet before Trey motioned to his jeans, “I have uh a condom in there. Hold on.”
He climbed off from on top of you, grabbing the jeans and pulling the condom from the wallet in his front pocket. “Do you just carry that around?”
He shrugged as he started to roll it on, “Never know when you’ll need it.”
When he finished he propped one of your legs over his shoulder before sliding his cock in between your folds causing you to moan out, digging your nails into his back. He started his pacing out slowly before picking up speed, groaning into your neck as he thrusted.
He continued thrusting, the occasional grunt escaping from him as he started kissing on your neck causing your moans to increase.
“F-Fuck,” You whimpered out, digging your nails deeper, definitely leaving a mark on his back. “So close.”
“Then do it.” He whispered against your ear, causing you to roll your eyes.
It didn’t take long before you quickly felt the pulsating feeling in your clit as you reached your high. As his thrusts grew weaker, Trey shortly pulled out before slipping off the condom, tying it up, and throwing it in the nearby trash can.
“Do you think we can get through the scene now?” Trey asked, grabbing his boxers from the ground. You gave him a small shrug as you grabbed your robe, covering yourself, still not quite able to form words.
As you watched Trey get dressed you soon heard the echoing voice of Matt from outside the trailer, “It’s about time you two got it over with.”
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Sweet Pea- My Man
I walk into the Whyte Wyrm tired after a long day at school, tightening my boyfriend Serpent jacket around me. I stole it earlier in the day when I hadn't really dressed for winter weather. On entrance I see Toni and Fangs chatting to a girl I had never seen before, Pea over by the bar. I instantly make my way towards Pea, noticing how many of the younger Serpents are watching me. When I reach the bar anyone stood around moves out of the way for me
"Who's she? why are they acting like she's goddamn royalty?" I hear the new girl ask with distaste in her voice. I chuckle to myself as I stand next to my giant of a boyfriend
"That's YNN (your nickname) Jones"
"Who?" the new girl replies to Toni
"Don't you love it when there are new initiates?" Pea says handing me a drink
"It's my absolute favourite thing in the world" I say with sarcasm laced in my voice I turn around to look at the girl giving her a glare
"So you gonna tell me why you came in here acting all high and mighty?"
"Oh no" Fangs' eyes widen "I'd shut up if I were you"
"I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that ok. I'm gonna go to the bathroom and I would appreciate it if your attitude changed ok?" I give the girl a sickly sweet smile, turn around and head to the toilets.
When I return everyone is over at the pool table. The new girl playing on the fact she can't play pool, she keep touching Pea on the arm, which he shrugs off many times, but she just won't quit. I walk over to my friends and get in between Pea and the girl hearing her scoff at me. I roll my eyes at her then look at Pea
"Hey handsome"
"Hey baby" Pea smiles at me then leans down for a kiss. The girl taps my shoulder
"Excuse me your in the way" I look at Fangs and Toni shocked
"Does this bitch not know who I am yet?" Toni shakes her head
"Who the hell do you think your calling a bitch"
"I'm sorry I didn't get your name?"
"Mia"
"Ok well Mia. You see, my dad is kinda the Serpent King, my brother and I are kinda going to take over one day. So I suggest you shut the fuck up and stop flirting my my man ok?” Mia scoffs at me
“You? he’s dating you? no way are you FPs kid. Your mom probably slept with someone else and panicked” Mia laughs “I mean look at you. Your not intimidating in the slightest”
“Oh no” Fangs says
“Leave” I say calmly
“No. Why should I?”
“I said leave”
“Make me” Mia gets in my face. I back up a little and take my.. Sweet Peas, jacket off
“Ok, but you asked for it” I give Sweet Pea his jacket then grab Mia by her hair literally dragging her out of the bar.
When outside I throw her to the floor
“What the hell?” she screams at me
“You should know the laws. Laws 5 and 6, a Serpent never betrays his own and in unity, there is strength. You wanted to be a Serpent? you should have respect me as soon as I walked over. As soon as I told you Pea was taken you should have respected us both. That would have gone for anyone with a jacket. You are no Serpent now go before I do more than pull a little hair and throw you to the floor” I turn back around and walk to the door. On entering I walk over to the bar for another drink when a tall presence walks up next to me. Pea leans over and whispers in my ear
“Your sexy as hell when jealous and pissed. Turns me on” I smirk while taking my drink from Hog Eye. I face my boyfriend and lean up to kiss his lips
“You wanna go back to your trailer and show me how turned on you are?”
“Definitely” I down my drink and Pea takes my hand in his his “see you tomorrow” he calls out to Fangs and Toni
“Have fun” Fangs laughs
“And remember, don’t be silly wrap your…”
“We got it T” I yell laughing while running out to Pea’s bike.
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That Fateful Night
It's You And Me, Always: Part 6
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
It's You and Me, Always
Summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since elementary school and you both assumed that friendship was all you were destined for. However, when you both experience Chrissy’s supernatural death, you are pulled into the secrets beneath Hawkins and find that your feelings for eachother aren’t what they seem.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, vecna's curse, flashback, kind of graphic retelling of chrissy's death?, mentions of drugs
Word Count: 2.7k
[A/N: Ya girl is back with another part of this. I swear is was just meant to be a one-shot but we've spiralled. I also didn't proof-read this so oops]
<- Part 5: This Can't Be Happening
That Fateful Night
“Why is Vecna after Y/n? What is his plan?” Nancy paced the room.
You sat on the edge of Nancy’s bed, eyes glued to the floor as the memory of Vecna replayed over and over. Eddie had insisted you rest but you didn’t think you could ever close your eyes again.
“I think we need to get the hell out of here before we can start figuring things out.” Steve said, sending you a worried look.
“If Dustin’s right, then Eddie’s trailer should have a gate where…” Robin’s voice drifted off as she saw your face fall. You weren’t ever going to be okay with the fact that Chrissy Cunningham, the sweetest person at school, was dead.
“How are we getting there?” Your voice was hoarse, hands curled into fists so tight that your nails dug into the skin.
“We figured that since this freaky-deaky world is frozen in time or some shit I don’t really understand, then we’d have access to some pretty cool bikes.” Robin answered and Nancy nodded in agreement.
“Okay.”
The ride to Eddie’s trailer was familiar to you. Pedalling through the fear, your breath hitched as you turned down a familiar street. You forced yourself to look away, focusing on the dark path in front of you. With Vecna in your mind, a glance at your parents’ old house was the last thing you wanted to do.
But cycling past, everyone’s heads seemed to turn towards the structure, peeking through the trees. You felt your heart stutter. Do they know what happened?
You and Eddie rode side-by-side into the trailer park, both equally hesitant to relive a nightmare.
“Right here.” Eddie called out to the others, turning towards his home.
“That’s gotta be a Guinness World Record.” Robin pants, dumping the bike beside her, “Most miles travelled inter-dimensionally.”
“Just inhaled a bunch of that crap.” Steve coughs, making you smile a little at his attempt to lighten the situation, “It’s stuck in my throat.”
He flicks on a flashlight and follows your lead as you all step into the vine-covered home of Eddie Munson.
All of your eyes are immediately drawn to the gaping red hole in the ceiling. You hear Eddie’s breath hitch and you grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his.
“This is where Chrissy died.” His voice was hollow, eyes never leaving the gate.
“In that exact spot.” You frown, wondering how it all connected.
“I think there’s something in there.” Robin says and you quieten.
Sure enough, you hear rustling beyond the gate, an eerie sound that only made you grip Eddie’s hand tighter.
Suddenly, something pierced through and you all instinctively jump back, hearts racing as pieces of the gate fall to the floor.
You hear a murmur and you frown. You start to move closer to the gate, Eddie pulling you back by your hand until you gave him a reassuring look.
Nancy steps forward with you until everyone is slowly approaching the gap in the ceiling, peering through to see Dustin’s happy grin staring back at you from the other side.
“Hi there.” He smiles and everyone laughs in relief.
Upside Down, you gawk as you stare up at the kids. They really weren’t kidding about that name.
“Hold on. I’m gonna try something!” Dustin announces and he runs out of view, only to return with a long rope made from various white sheets.
Max and another girl you haven’t met start pulling a mattress along and your eyes widen with realisation. You’re about to fall through yet another gravity-defying gate.
Robin’s eyebrows raise when she focuses on the mattress above them and you stifle a laugh, covering your mouth.
“Those stains, uh…” Eddie clears his throat, embarrassment creeping in, “I dunno what those stains are.”
“Hm.” Robin simply replies as you see Nancy trying to shake the thought from her mind.
“Sure.” You nod and Eddie’s face flushes with red. Of course his stained mattress would make an appearance in this nightmare of a day.
Above you, Dustin positioned himself on the mattress, bundling up the rope. “And if my theory is correct…”
He tosses up the tied sheets and you all step out of the way, watching as the rope falls through and… just hangs there.
“Abracadabra.”
“All right, pull on it! See if it holds.”
Steve steps forward and yanks at the rope. It doesn’t budge.
“This has to defy every single theory of physics.” You mutter under your breath in shock and Nancy giggles beside you, nodding.
One by one, you each took it in turn to climb up the rope. Eddie went first, testing the theory and once he landed on the mattress, you smiled. You were finally getting out of here.
Robin was next, pleasantly surprised when she fell onto the mattress, Eddie helping her up.
He stares up at you as you step up to the rope, a soft frown on your face. A pang of guilt hit his chest when he realised he should have stayed behind and helped you through; it wasn’t going to be easy when every part of your body was covered in wounds.
You suck in a breath. You had been so excited about the exit plan that you didn’t think through how hard it was going to be. The adrenaline rush you had was wearing off and everywhere hurt. Your neck began throbbing from the strangulation and all you could think was how painful climbing up that rope was going to be.
“Hey,” Nancy whispered softly next to you, concern in her eyes, “are you okay?”
You sigh, chest tightening when your wounds started stinging. It was like the bats were biting you all over again. You could almost see them now, flying towards you and pinning you to the ground.
You stare through the gate to see Eddie’s worried eyes staring back at you and your heart softened. You had Eddie. You were going to be fine.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m-” You turn back to Nancy with a smile before fear struck your nerves.
Nancy stood motionless, eyes rolled back in her head.
“Nancy?!” You yelled and everyone’s eyes widen, rushing to see what was happening.
Steve wasted no time grabbing her shoulders, shaking her in sheer panic as he called out to her. Vecna had gotten into her head.
You step back, heart pounding in your chest. Not again…
“Oh, thank god you’re here.” Eddie breathes a sigh of relief when he swings open his trailer door to see you stood there, arms folded across your body as you rocked back and forth on your heels.
“Yeah, can you let me inside now? It’s starting to get cold.” You say, already moving towards him as he backs away and gives you space.
You step into his trailer only to immediately stop as Chrissy Cunningham stares back at you with wide eyes.
“Hi?” You try, frowning at your friend. You glance between her and Eddie. Talk about worlds colliding.
After Eddie failed to show up to class one day, you had been paired with Chrissy for a science experiment and you soon realised that the most popular cheerleader in school wasn’t actually as bad as you thought she was. In fact, you became pretty close despite the fact that all her jock friends seemed to hate you. She never was one to care about their opinion anyway.
But she and Eddie never met. Mostly because Eddie refused to even go near the popular kid table at school, always claiming he had somewhere else to be when you invited him.
And yet here she was, standing in the middle of your best friend’s trailer, sharing looks that made you deeply uncomfortable.
“Hi.” Chrissy squeaked out, giving you a small awkward wave.
You try a smile before reaching out and grabbing Eddie by the collar of his denim vest, dragging him to the bedroom.
“Okay, if you didn’t have that glare on your face, I’d think you were trying something.” He chuckles, all jokes stopping when you folded your arms. Only in his dreams would you be dragging him to his bedroom under different circumstances.
“When you called me you said nothing about the fact you were selling to Chrissy.” You lower your voice, hoping she couldn’t hear you.
“I didn’t think it was important?” Eddie tried.
You narrow your eyes. “Is something going on between you two?”
“No! No.” Eddie replied too quickly, clearing his throat as he rushed to the other side of his room and started sorting through his things in search of his ‘Special K’. He would admit that he used to have a crush on Chrissy a long time ago. But that was before he realised just how madly in love he was with you. “It’s- it’s none of your business.”
He freezes when the words leave his mouth, looking back to you. Your jaw had tightened as you stared daggers into him.
“None of my business?” Your voice was deathly calm until it raised into anger. “If it was none of my business then why the fuck would you call me?!”
“I didn’t ask you to come over!” He yelled back. You let out a frustrated sigh, turning away from him. He shook his head, resuming his search in a heated silence.
“It’s in the tin.” You finally say and he turns his head back to you, noticing the slight purse of your lips as you stared at the wall.
He gulps, finding the tin and removing the lid only to find that you were right. And, with a moment of guilt, he realised you could have easily told him that over the phone.
“Thanks.” Eddie sighs, standing back up.
“Well…” You start after a moment of silence, “I should let you get back to your… deal.”
The way you say that last word has Eddie thinking that you didn’t believe him. He just didn’t know how to tell you that it was purely a business transaction without giving away his feelings for you.
When Eddie doesn’t reply, you turn on your heels and walk out of the room, a strange wave of hurt washing across your body that you didn’t quite understand. Eddie wasn’t really a ‘ladies man’ per say, you hadn’t ever known him to flirt with many girls over the years. In fact, you never really saw him with any. He’d had a couple of things, usually at a party where he’d gotten high and ended up kissing a girl, only to profusely apologise to you the next day as if he had done you wrong. But you never understood why he didn’t date a lot. After all, the Eddie you knew was a complete catch.
Which is why the idea of Chrissy and Eddie wasn’t a total shock to you. But it hurt.
You walk out into the living room, avoiding Chrissy’s eyes by focusing on the door.
“Bye, Chris.” You manage to say, not wanting things to feel more awkward than they already were. Plus, she was a sweet girl who only ever treated you with total kindness. She didn’t deserve to be blamed for anything your brain was assuming.
When she didn’t reply, however, you stopped. Hand still reached out to the door, you turned your head back to see Chrissy stood in the middle of the room, staring down the small hallway to Eddie’s room.
“Chrissy?” You try again. She doesn’t respond.
You walk cautiously over to her, heart beat racing with each step as you saw Chrissy was stood motionless, the only movement coming from her eyelids as they fluttered over a white space.
“Chris?” Your voice was barely a whisper as you stood in front of her. Something was very wrong.
Eddie took a breath, shaking his head to rid him of the nerves. Why should he feel guilty about having Chrissy here? You’ve never shown him any interested in being more than friends. And it upset him to think it but he was sure that your type wasn’t him. From all the glances and gawking you had shown to Hawkins High’s recent graduate Steve Harrington, he really really didn’t stand a chance.
He chucked the bag in the air and caught it effortlessly as he strode out of his room, a smile on his lips. Maybe Chrissy was his ticket to getting over you. Not tonight; he would never try something with a girl already in a relationship. But he had sensed she liked him. Maybe this was the beginning of something new. It could finally be his year.
Those thoughts were all shattered when he saw you still stood inside his trailer, a petrified look on your face as you shook Chrissy with such haste, he expected her to shove you away. But Chrissy wasn’t moving.
You noticed movement from the corner of your eye, glancing behind you to see Eddie stood watching you with his brows furrowed. You let out a shaky cry.
“What the hell did you give her?” You ask, confusion setting in. Eddie never had any drugs that made people react like this. You knew Chrissy would be a first-time user but it wouldn’t make her lapse into some kind of episode.
“Nothing! I swear!” Eddie panicked, rushing over to you. “Chrissy?”
He snaps his fingers in front of her face and you roll your eyes.
“That’s not gonna work!”
“How the hell would you know?!” Eddie’s voice rose in pitch as Chrissy didn’t respond, taking your place to shake her shoulders. “Chrissy! Chrissy, wake up!”
“What the hell do we do?” You place your hands on top of your head, struggling to keep a panic attack at bay. “We need to call someone!”
Eddie furiously shook his head. “Yeah because they’re not gonna think the guy with drugs is to blame!”
You freeze for a moment, thinking it over before moving Eddie out of the way and cupping Chrissy’s face in your palms. “Chrissy! Please! Wake up!”
That’s when the lights in the trailer became flickering, causing Eddie to let out a surprised gasp. It only got worse from there.
You feel your arms raising and with wide eyes, you watched as Chrissy’s feet left the floor, her body levitating. Your hands slipped from her face and Eddie stumbled back.
“What the fuck is happening?” He breathed, glancing at you. But you were too busy staring at Chrissy. He noticed your hands start to shake.
You watch in horror as Chrissy is thrown to the ceiling, Eddie trying to tug you away as he yells out in shock. But you can’t move. You stay paralysed as you watch her bones snap one by one, her eyes bulging until all that was left were empty eye sockets and a haunted face. You knew you should have tried to help her, but you didn’t know how. Just like you didn’t know how to help your parents.
“Y/N!” Eddie screamed, snapping you out of your haze and gripping onto your hand with his. “We need to go!”
“But-” You shook your head, panting as he dragged you out of the trailer. You shouldn’t leave her.
“We need to go before the cops arrive.” He says just before you both hear a loud thump from the trailer. You both freeze and your heart drops to your stomach. Chrissy was dead. And you were too busy fighting with your best friend to be there when she needed you.
Eddie pulls on your hand again, leading you through the woods. You both walk in silence for a long while before he finally stops, looking back at you.
“Okay, it’s not far...” He says before his eyes focus on you completely. Your face was set in a worried frown, eyes glinting with tears. But that wasn’t his main focus.
You notice him reach his hand out to you. You don’t flinch as he takes the sleeve of his jacket and swiped under your nose. He pulls it back and you subconsciously raise your own hand to the spot he had wiped, your fingers coming back with red stains.
You couldn’t remember the last time you had a nosebleed.
Part 7: The Creels ->
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My Boys (Chapter 48)
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Eddie's pov (When Y/n knocked on the door)
Who the hell is here this early on a Sunday morning? I roll off of my bed and groan as I try to stand on my feet. I should get to rest on a Sunday, not get up early to talk or deal with someone. I get to the door and open it to find none other than Y/n L/n on the other end. I look her up and down to find her wearing her usual style of clothes with a family video vest over the top of it all. When the hell did she start working there? Something moves behind her and I notice three other boys standing with her. Why the hell is Y/n hanging out with teenagers? "What the hell do you want L/n?" I snap at her, already annoyed with the conversation. "What the hell?" I softly hear behind Y/n from one of the boys. Y/n puts her hand back and says, "I want to cash in a favour." She steps up a little and I give her a confused look. She comes here for a favour? After all this time? What the hell? I laugh at her and ask, "Why the hell would I do you a favour?" I look into her beautiful e/c eyes but instead of looking back at me, she's looking behind me. I look in the same direction and notice the row of mugs hanging on the wall. "You still owe me one from when you broke one of Wayne's mugs," Y/n explains to me, smiling up at me triumphantly. How does she remember that? "You remember that?" I ask her surprised. I thought she would have been trying to forget everything she did with me. "I remember everything," She whispers back to me. Before I can say anything the curly-haired boy behind her laughs and says, "She really doesn't. Couldn't remember how to kill a ghost last night." I laugh with him while Y/n kicks the kid in the shin. "Shit! Ow!" The boy cries out but Y/n doesn't turn to check on him. I smile at her playfulness, missing moments like this. "What is it that you need? I am pretty busy right now." I ask her.
Y/n bites her lip a little bit and says, "I need you to look after these three boys this year. Let them into Hellfire." "Why would I do that? I don't even know them, or you," I say to Y/n, whispering the last part so that only the two of us could hear it. Y/ looks down at the ground and whispers, "Some things are going to be spreading around the school this year. Most people probably already know. I can't be there for them this year. I'm asking you to be. They're lost sheep, they need someone to look out for them." I look confused and slightly worried at her, but she doesn't look up to notice it. What could possibly be said about Y/n that could make her push away new kids? I look over at the boys for answers but they just look away from my eyes. "We can play Dnd. Have been since we were little. Y/n was the one that taught us," Another one of the kids explain to me. I nod and sign, before saying, "Fine L/n. I'll look after these sheep. But they better not course me any trouble." Y/n smiles up at me and her body slightly moves forward but she stops herself. "Thank you Eddie, you won't regret this!" Y/n exclaims after a beat. "Better not," I whisper, really not understanding why I'm doing this. I do look out for the sheep, but these sheep already seem to have a Shepard, why do they need me?
"We'll get out of your hair then. Thanks again," Y/n thanks me again. She quickly turns around but the three boys don't move, they just stare back at me. I glare at them when Y/n snaps, "Let's go, I need to get to work!" This seems to snap the curly-haired boy out of his trance because he smirks over at Y/n and teases, "Do you want to get to work or do you just want to suck face with Steve?" He starts to imitate kissing and I start to feel sick. So they really are together. They moved on without me. I sigh and lean against my door frame, blocking out the commotion happening outside my trailer. I look back to Y/n and she looks back up at me. She smiles at me and drives off.
I close the door of the trailer and walk over to the kitchen. What the hell was all of that about? Why is Y/n being nice to a group of children? She has to have a reason for wanting them to have someone older, right? But why would she come to me? We don't talk anymore and the last time we did, I snapped at her and ran away. I groan at the memory and grab a box of cereal. Maybe she was just looking out for a group of random kids. Maybe she isn't as bad as I tried to make her out to be.
After I finish a lot of cereal, another knock sounds through the trailer. Well, I'm popular today. I quickly get up from the couch and open the door to find Jessy on the other side this time. She looks confused and says, "You don't look like you just woke up, what's happening?" She pushes past me and lays down on the couch. I close the door behind her and stand in front of her. "Well, I had another visitor this morning," I start to tell her. She looks surprised and leans forward towards me. "Who?" She asks. I sit down on the coffee table in front of her and say, "Y/n L/n." She looks happy for a few minutes and asks, "What did she want?" I laugh a little and say, "She wants me to look out for some younger boys at school." Jessy deflates and looks off into the distance a little. "Why would she ask for your help? It's not like she couldn't do it herself," Jes asks. I shrug and look out the window. "She said she wouldn't be able to. I don't know, but I would be doing this anyway," I explain. Jessy looks confused and says, "Why did you say yes Eds?" I look down and shrug. Jessy puts a hand on my shoulder and asks more sternly, "Bullshit, why did you say yes?" I look up at her and sigh. "She reminded me that I owed her a favour," I explain.
Jessy gets instantly mad and stands up. "What the hell? She doesn't talk to you and the first thing she does is demand a favour. What the hell!" Jessy yells, pacing in the kitchen. I get up and try to get in her way but she just walks past me. "Jessy, it isn't as bad as it sounds," I try to calm her, but she seems to only get angrier. "It is though! She's holding a favour over your head!" She reasons. I laugh to try to defuse her but she ignores me. "Look, you weren't there, I promise it was friendly and wasn't in bad taste. If i didn't want to do it she probably would've dropped it," I try to tell her. She deflates a little and nods. "Fine, I'll trust you. But I can't promise I'll be nice to her if I see her again." I nod and walk back to the couch.
"So, why are you here this early in the morning?" I finally ask. She brightens up instantly and skips over to me. "Well, you know that cute girl I saw at Scoops?" She asks. I nod and say, "The Buckley girl?" She nods and continues, "Well, she now works at Family Video and I need a lift over there....." I sigh and put my head in my hands. Y/n and Steve will be there. If Jessy sees them she'll flip. But then again, if she knows that her crush is best friends with Y/n then she may be nicer when she's around. "Ok, I'll take you but you need to know something," I start. Jessy nods and she sits down on the coffee table. "Steve and Y/n work there as well. And Y/n is Robin's best friend so you can't really be mean to her if you want a chance with Robin," I explain to her. Jess deflates and nods. "Fine, I'll play nice. But only this once," She promises. I smile and say, "Well, then, let me get dressed and we'll head off." Jess nods and I run into the back. I get dressed and look in the mirror. Hopefully, this looks goes well cause if not, I don't know what I'll do.
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How do we know that post abt loki possibly causing ant man to die isn't fake?
Okay, so.
- I just want to say right off the bat that this isn't meant to be a personal attack on you, dear nonny - but, your ask is a perfect example of what, I feel, is one of the biggest causes of strife and wank in fandom spaces (and misinformation irl), and that is people consuming a Thing, misunderstanding it, and moving forward with a narrative that was not necessarily true in the first place.
You wrote: "How do we know that post about Loki possibly causing Ant Man to die isn't fake?"
The answer to your actual question is that we don't, it popped up on my facebook feed bc I keep clicking Marvel things so I get suggestions for pages I don't follow and certainly haven't vetted. I saw the post, took a screenshot, and brought it to tumblr. I didn't even bother switching from my phone to my laptop; I spent more time finding the reaction gif than I did vetting the post. So OP could be talking out of their ass, I don't know.
We don't know it's not fake. But with the actual answer out of the way, let me break down why this ask sent me (and, again, it's not personal to you, the asker, I am just using your ask as an example of a much larger problem):
Firstly, I never claimed (nor did OP ever claim) that this was anything official. It read, to me, like pure speculation based on fan theory (in other words, OP presumably meta'd themselves into a theory as to how Loki would have a bigger role in the wider MCU). Asking "how do we know it's not fake" is the same thing, to me, as taking any one of the numerous meta posts on tumblr and asking how we know said meta isn't fake. Yknow? Like, "real vs fake" in the context of speculation isn't really a thing.
Much more important, I take issue with your wording: " .... Loki possibly causing Ant Man to die ...?"
" .... Loki possibly causing Ant Man to die ...?"
" .... Loki possibly causing Ant Man to die ...?"
Nowhere in either the OP or my own post did anyone say Loki is going to cause (or possibly going to cause) Ant Man to die. What the post says is:
if Scott Lang dies
if Scott Lang dies
The OP of the fb post is speculating on two separate events. There has been speculation that Scott is going to die somehow in the 3rd Ant-Man; I've seen those theories and I don't even pay attention to Ant-Man. I think a trailer came out or something, but I can't remember where I saw it - but, it was short, like a teaser, and it showed Scott pretty beat up and generally Not In Good Shape, which I'm sure fueled the theory that Scott might die.
Scott's death, if it occurs, would be a result of whatever Big Bad takes him down in Ant-Man 3. It would have nothing to do with Loki. What OP is saying is that, should that death occur, it would create an opening for Loki to then step in and play a key role in assembling the new Avengers. To be fair, I am not exactly sure how that would work, as I don't know what Scott's role is in assembling the new Avengers or how the story would play out so that Loki would be the one to fill that role (bc aside from the throwback parallels, there wouldn't be much reason? I could be mistaken but, like, Scott and Loki barely existed in the same universe when Loki was actually alive, and TVA Loki literally exists in another timeline, so I'm not sure how all that would work) - but, that's not the point.
The point is that OP said, "Oh, look, the alphabet, be a shame if something happened to G bc it's pretty important to the overall alphabet."
And then - *something happens to G, creating a hole in the structure of the alphabet*
So OP said, "Look, here's a 7, if we twist it up a little bit, we can put it where G used to be - then, the hole is filled and the alphabet works again."
Except Scott is the G and Loki is the 7 and the alphabet is the New Avengers.
But your interpretation reads more like: "So, wait, if 7 kills G to take his place -" like -
So, this is why my brain record-screeched when I read your ask. And idk if you or anyone is even reading this bc a) yes, it's just a misunderstanding or maybe that's not even what you meant, and b) who cares, but the thing is that by implying that Loki causes Scott's death, especially in order to benefit (by taking over a role Scott previously played), it contributes to the overall unfair narrative that Loki is always the villain, Loki is up to nefarious deeds, Loki kills for fun, etc. It reveals and unintentionally contributes to the overall gross misunderstanding of Loki's character in general (and said misunderstanding is at the root of most if not all of the wank in this fandom).
When really, the truth is that some random Loki fan was speculating on how Loki's MCU role could be larger and more integrated into the main story if (independently of Loki) Scott does, indeed, die in his 3rd film.
So, yeah. Again, I apologize; I've just taken my adhd meds for the day and my brain is firing a hundred coherent miles per hour, and I had feelings, and that's the space I'm in when I'm seeing your ask.
But, so, this is just a general psa to all: please read things more carefully, especially when it comes to speculation, character analysis, and fan theories. Obviously I love discussions as much as anyone else, and I don't mind (respectful) disagreements, but when the foundation of the conversation comes from misinformation, it renders the entire thing moot and potentially wanky.
Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.
#loki pokey artichokey#standom frank#asks#a nonny mouse#charlotte replies#mood gif#sorry if i sound like a bitch i'm not trying to#this ask just hit me different today
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Don't Touch Him! (Pt. 3) (S.T)
Don't Touch Him! (Part 3)
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Re-Cap:
Without waiting for an answer, he leaned down to Dustin's ear. "If you tell anyone," He spoke softly, "I will cut your fucking tongue out."
He went to his truck and got in. With a roar and a spray of leaves and mud, he was gone, leaving Dustin, sobbing and alone and broken, on the floor of the forest as night fell, leaving him to want to kill himself for everything.
Third Person POV
He should get up. He should head home, or his mother might worry. Wait...he was taking the trash out. How long has he been gone? Has his mother panicked already, calling the cops? Calling Hopper? Was she crying?
Get up, worry about that later, he told himself. Luckily, as he'd been lying there, the pain had lessened. However, as he pushed himself to his feet, he gasped at the razor-sharp pain near his hips and collapsed to his elbows and thighs, not quite able to get his knees under himself in time. Blinking back stars, he knew it was hopeless and had to wonder, was anyone coming for him? He had to tell someone.
Wait, what was this? A memory was surfacing, of a trailer, a guitar, a warm, comforting presence...
Eddie. He needed to go to Eddie's house.
He stood, clenching his teeth as pain snarled viciously down his legs. He made himself take one shaky, staggering step, then another, and another and another until he was walking towards Eddie's, until he was running and crying and gasping and praying that Eddie was home. And if he wasn't...well, Dustin could sleep on the porch until then, or until morning.
The trees he passed seemed like evil, daunting figures, their spindly twig-arms catching at him, like he was theirs, never to leave, and he ran faster, gasping harder now, wanting with everything in him to hug Eddie and ask if he would protect him.
He saw the trailer's lights first. The porch light was on, which meant, usually, that Eddie was home. Slowing to a walk, Dustin winced as he realized Eddie would ask what was wrong, and Dustin would have to tell his best friend and Dungeon Master that Jason raped him.
Rape. Such an ugly word.
Such an ugly person, he shot back at himself. He's gonna hate me.
He knocked, and there was silence, but he could hear the vibrations of someone coming to the door.
It flew open, and Eddie Munson smiled at Dustin, then frowned, and finally seemed to take in the tears, the panic, and the fear in Dustin's eyes. "Steve!" he shouted, yanking Dustin inside, and wait, Steve was here?
Well, they were dating, he thought, so it made sense.
"What happened?!" Steve shrieked when the two boys came into the living room, and Dustin looked back and forth between Eddie and Steve. Eddie gulped. "Tell us." He said slowly.
Dustin tried. He opened his mouth, tried to speak, and squeaked instead. "I can't tell you." He said, and Steve and Eddie frowned. "Why not?" Eddie snapped, clearly upset, but Steve just put a hand on Dustin's shoulder. "Dustin, listen to me. You're my kid." He put emphasis on the word. "You're always gonna be my kid. And there's nothing, nothing a tall, that you can't tell me, because you're my shithead, and I love you."
The word-vomit spilled from Dustin in one great rush.
He told them how Jason had said something about Eddie, and that Dustin had punched him, setting this whole thing off (and ignoring the startled looks his friends gave him). And then when Jason cornered Dustin by the trash bins, taking him to Skull Rock, tying him up, and...doing what he did.
Eddie was very still afterward, and Steve was blank-faced.
"G-guys?" Dustin asked uncertainly, but just then, someone knocked, and before anyone could move, Robin strode in, smiling. her smile dropped instantly when Steve grabbed her, and he and Eddie shoved her in the kitchen, no doubt telling her everything. Dustin found he didn't mind. Robin was the kind of person he liked: funny, sweet, pretty, and relatable.
But would she still love him if he was gross now?
"No, he won't!" Dustin heard Steve snap. "He will never be the same, Robin, and that's not okay, I want my fucking kid back." A choked-off sound, like a sob, made Dustin force his own tears back. The wind outside picked up, making a tree tap on the glass, and Dustin zoned out, focusing on it. Maybe the sounds of nature, however stupid it was, would make him relax as the adults talked.
Suddenly, without even thinking about it, Jason's face flashed in his mind, snarling and hissing things, and the tapping tree turned into Jason, slamming his hands on the window, screaming to be let in. Dustin squeezed his eyes shut, covering his ears, desperate to block out Jason's yells. "Stop. Stop it." He snapped, not daring to listen.
"Let mew in, you little shit, I don't want you telling anyone! I told you, I'd cut your fucking tongue out if you told anyone!" He screamed, banging harder, his hands making the glass groan and splinter.
He was going to get in, and he'd kill Dustin without even a second thought about the men in the kitchen.
Dustin wasn't ready to die. Not like this.
"Dustin. Dustin!" Someone was shouting his name, but he wasn't going to let Jason in, and he wasn't going to die. Hands grabbed his shoulders and he screamed, instinctively punching whoever it was in the face. He heard a shout, a girl yell something, maybe the word help, and then he was being held down, screaming and kicking and trying to get the fuck away from Jason. "Get off of me!" He screamed, feeling the hot tears washing down his face. "Don't touch me, please, I won't tell anyone, I promise!"
The hands were immediately taken off of him, but he kept begging, "Please, I didn't tell them, don't cut my tongue out, please, I won't tell. Don't cut my tongue out!" He curled into a ball.
Steve Harrington's Perspective
Steve had no idea what to do when Dustin started screaming. He barely remembers Wayne and Eddie, just hightailing it to the living room. Dustin was curled up on the sofa, hands to his ears, eyes shut tight, begging someone not to come in, but it was empty. "Dustin!" He shouted, grabbing the boy, and he screamed. Steve never wanted to hear that sound, that scream, leave Dustin again. It was a scream of terror and blood and pain. "Dustin!" He tried to say, but the moment he had touched the boy, he'd hit Steve in the face, hard enough to stun him. Eddie yanked Steve back, and Robin was talking to Dustin, but he wasn't listening. She turned to the boys. Steve didn't hear what she said to Eddie, barely noticed the metalhead run off, but when Robin grabbed Steve's shoulders, he refocused. "Call the Wheeler house, now! Get Nancy!"
Nancy was getting pre-college credits for nursing, and besides, somehow, she was always the one patching everyone up. Maybe she could help.
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The One Where She Got A Dog
Yelena Belova X Reader
Summary: how Yelena became a dog mom Masterlist Part 2
Tags: E | 1.8k words | scary movie, winter, secret pasts, sapphic
AN: Black Widow movie really got me in my feelings about those characters, Yelena in particular. I havent watched The Thing in almost a year please look the other way if movie events are out of order.
Pretty Russian girls are not usually your type, but fuck if you weren't absolutely obsessed with this one. You laughed when she told you she was from Ohio. She laughed when you said you were too.
Aquavit and your grandma's biscuit recipe brought her into your cabin on the edge of the world where she admitted to you she had never seen John Carpenter's The Thing before. You turned it on just as the snow storm set in and wrapped up in your thickest blankets with her. You're trying not to get your hopes too high but she's not shy about asking you to scoot closer.
"Skäl," you cheer just as the ominous opening credits end and they find the mysterious ship in the frozen wasteland of antarctica.
"Have you ever been?," Yelena asked.
You grimace at the strong taste of aquavit. It's like vodka but with caraway for 'flavor'. You look at her from the side and poor yourself a second shot. "Been…?"
"There." She points at the screen.
"I have actually," you admit in a way you hope is flat and uninteresting, "have you?"
Yelena shook her head. It's possible she might think you're being sarcastic (you cross your fingers under the blanket and hope she does). She's smiling at you, thinking something (but still watching the screen with interest).
She drops the subject until you have to pause the movie to pee. You unwrap yourself from the cocoon of blankets and as you stand she asks you another question.
"What were you doing there? in Antarctica, I mean."
You sigh and pretend to brush something off of your pants. "Science trip with my parents. Shitty vacation for me I'd rather be in the Bahamas."
You resist the urge to look at her. After taking care of business, you come back just in time to put the biscuits in the oven. You hear Yelena lean into the kitchen archway as the floors creak immensely here.
"No timer?," she asked.
"No timer," you confirm. "I use the timer of my heart."
Yelena scoffs. "Please don't burn them, I'm curious about these… what are they– pastries?"
"Something like that."
The two of you went back to the movie just as the gang on screen is trying to decipher who is human and who is not. You feel like something between you has changed and sadly not for the better.
But she can't know.
"I hate this part," you say, making absolutely no move to avert your gaze.
Yelena is startled when the doctor's arms become trapped in the bear trap belly mouth of the "man" on the table. She quickly covers her eyes and giggles manically, slapping your chest for the vague and unhelpful warning. You realize she's not as close to you as before…
There's 20 minutes left of this movie and you haven't seen a single thing on screen. Yelena stopped asking you questions when you stopped being coherent with your answers. All you can think about is telling her.
But you can't tell her. She would never understand. You barely understand and it's about you.
"I lied." Your heart beats in your throat as you see her face you but you can't look at her directly for fear of losing your nerve. "About the science expedition? That's not why I was in Antarctica…"
Yelena seems to wait for you to continue but…
"Eh, no offense but, " you gesture with your hand, "I don't really know you like that."
Yelena gave your reply a single nod. "I suppose that's fair."
You can't help but fidget in your seat. "Idliketo"
"What was that?"
You cleared your throat. "I said… I said I'd like to. Know you like that, I mean…"
Yelena gives you a smile. "I would like to know you like that, too."
The movie ends, the biscuits are not burnt but buttery soft and golden brown, and the blizzard outside has subsided some. It's still going but at least it's not buffering the doors and windows like before.
"How can you watch that film in a place like this?" Yelena cannot get enough of those biscuits, stuffing them in her mouth 2 at a time. "Does it make you paranoid?"
"Yes it does," you say, putting your coat on, "I think that's what makes it so much scarier– looking outside and being scared every person you come across ain't who they say they are. Sometimes its not a bad thing though... I think it is rather… poetic, too."
Yelena's eyebrows furrow. "Where are you going?"
You put on your boots and hope the duct tape stays on the hole you covered earlier. "Dogs are out in the shed. It's heated and they have food, but not for days and I'd rather have 'em in the house where I can take care of them."
As you finished your sentence you reached for the door, but stopped when you noticed Yelena getting dressed too. She gives you a nod as soon as her hood comes up, and you give this brave thing an appreciative once over.
The snow that nearly all melted before is up to your knees now. Fresh, white, and fluffy. It muffles sound like the world's sidelong turning. The odd snowflake wafts lazily from the sky, but for the most part it's died down. You teach back and take Yelena's gloved hand to keep from staying too far apart.
"You know I always wanted a dog," she said. She could have said it in a whisper from 100 yards away and you still would have heard her– that is how eerily quiet it is.
Yelena squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. She's probably remembering the movie. You try to distract her by saying, "Oh yeah? You can have one of mine then."
Yelena laughs, then stops. "You serious?"
"As a heart attack." You finally reach the door to the shed and unlatch the door. A chorus of barks begin and you charge forward to nudge them back to give Yelena space to come in as well. "I do some breeding up here– just a side job. They're usually working dogs but they can be pets too."
Buck licks your face from chin to forehead and you push him back. "Down, boy! Show some respect!"
Yelena has two of the mongrels circling her, sniffing all her clothes and demanding to be pet. "That's Burt, Barney, and Bella. Buck's my stud, but these heathens are going to a farm. They've got sheep to watch."
Yelena chuckles as her hands get covered in slobber. "I love them."
They're almost grown, three quarters the height of their father. Buck didn't even look in Yelena's direction because he knows you give him treats. You take your scarf off as the heat of the shed threatens to smother you and search your pockets for jerky.
"She's in there with the new puppies." You point to a darkened closet. "Don't get too close now, she's still a little protective."
Yelena creeps closer. You see her look at you from the corner of her eye. Probably terrified by the morphing dog scene from the movie. You give her an encouraging smile and tell her where to find the light. It's a pull cord and it bathes the room in a warm golden yellow light.
Yelena's heavy, controlled breathing turns into a coo. Mama dog is laying on her side watching the newcomer closely. There's a pup asleep in the nest of her legs, another chewing on the hay that litters the ground, and the last one is biting their mother's ear. Yelena looks back at you with an adorable pout on her lip.
"So cute…"
You chuckle and put your arm around her. Buck knows to steer clear of mama dog and slinks off. You make your guest walk closer with you to show mama she's got your confidence.
"Yelena, this is Beyonce." Mama dog's ears perk at the sound of her name. "Beyonce, this is Yelena. Be nice."
You reach down and scoop up the hay eating puppy at your feet. "This one's always hungry."
You put the pup in her arms and scoop up the biter. "This one likes to play. All the time. Got more energy than the blue Energizer bunny actually."
The pup in question is literally trying to wriggle out of your hands in its eagerness to climb you and eat your hair.
"And that one sleeps a lot?" Yelena nodded her head at the last pup.
"Pretty much." You put the writhing excited puppy down before it hurts itself and look up into the rafters. "And then there's the climber…"
You both turn your heads when you hear a tiny bark. A cute little face stares down at you from the rafters and there's a feather stuck to its nose. You shake your head knowing this pup got it from ripping up pillows in another part of the dog house.
"Better go get her," you said, not moving an inch to do so.
Yelena sees your challenge and rises to it. As if trained to do exactly so, she assesses the wooden interior for foot and hand holds. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she calculates what will and won't support her weight. In the sweep of a single moment, she rises from the door and swings herself into the rafters using a build up a momentum to propel her fast in an upperward direction. She completes the climb and balances with ease, reaching out to collect the happy wagging miscreant from her mountain top, tucks her in her jacket and climbs a different way down.
You stare at her. "Were you raised by trapeze artists?"
Yelena laughs. "I thought everybody was."
The pup is safe and happy and eager to explore its new friend. Yelena lets her lick, sniff, and scratch at her skin, her clothes, her hair. The pup catches Yelena with a tiny lick right on the tip of her nose and Yelena looks back at you with adoring eyes.
You smile. "Got a name for her already don't you?"
"Yes," Yelena whines, "no, are you sure about this? I should probably tell you I've never had a dog before…"
"I can tell your good people," you reply. "And smart as a whip. You'll adapt, just call me if you ever need anything."
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Three weeks later you get a phone call from an unknown number. It's Yelena giving you an address and making you swear never to tell anybody about it. You don't have any friends so it's an easy secret to keep.
You drive a few miles south and stumble upon a stationary trailer in the middle of nowhere, nothing but clearings and trees and sky. Actually very similar to your own home.
The door opens and Yelena greets you with a beer and the pup under her arm, already almost a foot bigger than she was before.
"Her name is Fanny." You both laugh yourselves hoarse and pile into the trailer to puppy proof the place.
#three bees writing#yelena belova#yelena belova x reader#yelena belova x female reader#black widow#black widow spoilers#black reader insert
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All That Glitters Is Not Gold (part 5)
Summary: Y/n gets hired to be the avengers chief physician and also happens to be an ex assassin.
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: Avengers doing domestic things.
A/N: A silly chapter before some shiii starts going down. Also I’m posting two chapters because I really hated this one.
𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳
𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴' 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴
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"Come on it's not that hard just up and over." Bucky once again demonstrated to Sam how to throw the knife over his arm and catch it. Wanda had her feet kicked up on Y/n's desk painting her nails and Y/n was watering her plants on her office window seal.
Sam took the knife from Bucky and attempted to do what he showed him but failed which caused the knife to fall and slide across the floor. He muttered a few curse words and picked it up. Sam once again flung the knife up, he went to catch it but Y/n was quicker snatching it out of the air.
"No more throwing knives in my office, you're going to cut off your fingers, and IM the one who's going to have to stitch them back on." Y/n hissed.
"Oh come Y/n don't be a buzzkill you should trust me," Sam exclaimed.
"No, I'd trust a sketchy party clown for hire who likes to take 'bathroom brakes' more than you." Wanda scoffed.
"Don't you guys have a job to do? People, to save instead of bothering me?" Y/n put her hands on her hips.
"Don't lie to use doll we know you like having us around." Bucky grinned.
"No, no I don't. You guys are like cockroaches in a shitty Brooklyn apartment that no matter how hard you try you just can't seem to rid of." Y/n waves the knife around in her hand pointing to the three Avengers.
As much as Y/n loved her newfound friends they were distracting and caused her to get little work done, though Tony probably wouldn't care as he was the number one slacker, Y/n still liked to pull her own weight.
Y/n walked back around her desk and plopped down next to Wanda, she took the nail polish and began to do the nails that Wanda couldn't.
Bucky rolled his eye "Anyways, when are you going to move in?"
"Well, Tony said I could hook the SHIELD trailer onto my car and I have everything packed I just need someone to help me move." She shrugged.
Wanda perked up and grinned "I'll help, I've always wanted to see the apartment that you're found enough of to drive an hour and back to every day."
"An hour? I thought you lived in Brooklyn." Sam said.
"Nope." Y/n popped the 'P' "I live in Hell's Kitchen."
Bucky frowned "That neighborhood with all those vigilantes?" Y/n just nodded.
"Well, I and Buck will help." Sam put his arm around Bucky. He tried to shrug it off and Sam pulled tighter.
Y/n thought for a moment, it would definitely help to have more than one other person to do the heavy lifting, and anything she didn't want anyone seeing was packed away so it could work.
She shrugged "Okay we can go we I get off which is in about 30 minutes."
Y/n stood up "But in the meantime, I need to work and I can't do that with dumb and dumber around." She started to push Bucky and Sam out of the room.
"Oh come on Y/n don't be like that." Bucky teased.
She gave the final shove "Wanda and I will meet you by the first-floor elevator in 45 minutes."
Both Sam and Bucky opened their mouth to protest "Bye." Y/n waved and slammed the door.
"Men am I right?"
Y/n scoffed "You're telling me."
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Wanda and Y/n stepped out of the elevator to see Bucky and Sam leaning against the wall waiting for them. "Boys." She nodded. Y/n and Wanda began to walk over to the front desk while both men trailed along like lost puppies.
Y/n put both arms on the desk and leaned forward. The blonde at the desk looked up with a smile, it dropped for split second, so slight that if you weren't watching you wouldn't have noticed.
"Dr. Y/l/n what can I do for you."
Y/n put on a fake smile and curiously narrowed her eyes "Teresa right? Well, Tony said the trailer was already hooked up to my car I just needed someone to let me into the garage."
"Of course, when you hear buzz head right on."
"Thanks!" She exclaimed.
Y/n turned around and her smile immediately dropped, she walked back over to Wanda and the boys, and they all started to walk to the garage.
"What's her problem?" Y/n nodded over towards the desk.
"Teresa? Well I know she used to be a high-level SHIELD agent but requested to be moved to the front desk, it was a pretty big deal. It happened just right before you started working here actually." Sam told her.
Y/n hummed and opened the door leading to the garage. They walked toward the back and stopped in front of a grey 2010 Honda Civic.
"Here's my baby." She made jazz hands to show off her car.
"This is your car? Being friends Tony Stark I assumed you'd have something newer." Bucky joked.
"I call shotgun," Wanda yelled hopping into the passenger seat.
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30 minutes into the ride Y/n and Wanda are screaming blank space by Taylor Swift on the top of their lungs while Sam and Bucky are crammed in the back seat trying not to cringe at their 'god awful' singing.
Another 20 minutes and Y/n pulls in front of her apartment. The car was barely at a stop when both men scrambled to get out Wanda chuckled and Y/n just shook her head.
They went inside of the building and once again crammed into the elevator. "You have a really shitty apartment," Sam stated matter of factly.
Y/n rolled her eyes and stepped out of the elevator the three Avengers followed suit and walked behind her while she lead them to her apartment. Y/n pulled out her keys and opened the door.
"Welcome to my humble abode."
Bucky was the first one to step in, he felt something rub against his leg and meowed. He looked down to see a white fluffy cat with emerald green eyes. The cat meowed again and stretched its paws onto his pant leg. Bucky smiled and pick the cat up. The cat immediately began to nudge into him and purr. Bucky turned to Y/n.
"What's his name?"
Y/n arms were crossed and was leaning against the doorway with an amused looked and her face "Her name is Alpine."
"I forgot you said you had a cat." Wanda squealed.
Y/n chuckled at the redhead and started to walk down her hallway "Alright we only need to grab the boxes and the furniture in my room. Matt said he could take the rest of the furniture and use it for his law firm."
Bucky's face slightly fell and his heart skipped a beat "Matt is that your boyfriend?" Bucky tried to sound as though he was genuine even with the sick feeling in his gut.
Y/n felt as she could sense some slight jealousy in his statement. She got a quick sensation of butterfly's and started to feel a little hope at the possibility that he could be interested in her but she quickly shoved that thought down.
"No, no, you could call him a childhood friend." She breathed.
Bucky's heart began to beat normal again and the wide smile was put back on to his face. Wanda walked over and pulled the cat out of Bucky's arms. Alpine snuggled into Wanda falling back asleep in her arms.
"Well, what are you boys standing around here for, get to work," Wanda exclaimed clapping her hands to show she was serious. Y/n chuckled and both men began to pick up boxes.
Y/n and Wanda sat on the couch watching as Sam and Bucky brought boxes to the car. Y/n and Wanda smirked at each other as they watch Bucky and Sam lift her bed. Seeing the way their muscles move definitely a sight for sore eyes. After an hour of talking and moving they were finally done. Y/n stood up off the couch and stretched her arms.
"Guys that was hard work."
Sam scoffed "All you did was hold the cat while watching us doing the heavy lifting."
"Whatever," Y/n murmured.
"Wanda, why didn't you just use your powers?" Bucky asked.
"I was holding the cat." She shrugged.
Both men rolled their eyes in sync "Will you guys stop whining if I buy you food?" Y/n raised an eyebrow.
"I would never say no to free food." Bucky grinned.
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Bucky woke up to the feeling of vibrations on his chest, he peeked an eye open to see a blob of white fur. Alpine noticed he was awake and nudge her face against his scruff, he chuckled and sat up.
"How did you get in?" He looked over to see his door still closed and locked, he frowned.
Alpine gave him an innocent look, he lightly nudged the cat to push her onto the bed. Bucky stood up and grabbed his pants, he put them on and grabbed Alpine.
"I've got to bring you back to Y/n's room mommy probably misses you." Talking to a cat wow a new low Barnes He scoffed at himself.
Bucky opened his door and walked the far distance of three feet to Y/n's door and knocked. He heard a muffled come in. He walked into her room to see her going through her boxes. She looked up, saw him, and smiled.
"Hey, Bucky what's up."
"I think this belongs to you." He chuckled nodding toward Alpine who was curled up like a baby in his arms.
"Where did you find her?" Her eyes lit up at the sight of her car.
"Actually she found me first I woke up to her laying on me."
"I think someone's got a crush." Y/n teased.
She grabbed Alpine then she noticed what he was wearing, rather the lack of what he was wearing.
Her eyes traveled down his toned chiseled abs landing on the sweatpants laying low in his hips just above his V line.
"Y/n?" That snapped her out of her trance.
"I'm sorry what were you saying?" Her eyes darted back up toward his face.
"I was saying I'm going to make breakfast do you want some." He raised an eyebrow with a smirk. Y/n's face instantly flushed oh my god he totally caught me checking him out.
"Uh yeah, sure."
Part 6
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Prank Backfired
Summary: This idiot plays too much.
Christopher Jamal Evans x Black Reader
Warnings: cursing, weaponry, mentions of cheating, threats of christopher jamal evans' life.
Chris, the most mischievous man you know, decided to upgrade that status and play a prank on you. A stupid one might you add.
You walk through the door after a long day of work. Even though you loved what you did and it paid amazing money, it could drain the hell out of you. You set everything down and kick off your shoes in the hall, heading towards the couch and plopping down.
Chris comes through into the living room and identically plops down beside you. You slackly move over to kiss him.
"Hey bubba", you say, but before you could reach his lips, he quickly leans back with a hardened look on his face. Confused you lean back as well.
"Chris, what's wrong?" He takes a deep breath, which does not help your racing heartbeat whatsoever, and starts talking.
"I'm just gonna be straight with it. I've been seeing this girl, well sleeping with her, for a few weeks now."
If looks could kill, you'd be sentenced life without parole for murder in the first, second and third degree. But hearing his words had you feeling all types of emotions. Angry, hurt, confused, flabbergasted, scared even, just to name a few.
"It was eating me up inside and I just had to come out and say it. I couldn't hold it from you anymore." He was fiddling with his hands and not even looking at you. It was quite strange because if he had something important to tell you, he would always look you in the eye.
"Who is she? Do I know her?" Your leg is bouncing and you're cracking your knuckles trying to hold it together.
"It was that waitress from Durty Nelly's on Blackstone. When you went to the bathroom, she slipped me her number."
"That bleach blonde, trailer-park trash, cousin-fucking tramp with those ugly cut out shorts and uneven boobs?" Oh there was no way in hell he cheated on you with that. Something was up.
But then you remembered. You never went to that bathroom because ew. You were considering it and you got up only to make 2 steps before sitting back down. And that girl was 2 booths down from y'all. There was no way she 'slipped him her number'. This motherfucker was lying.
"Yep.." he bites both lips. "That's her. Look babe, I'm sorry. I truly am. I don't know what I was doing. You know I have a habit on hopping from one thing to another." The fucking nerve of this fool. He finally looks at you and he honestly deserves all his success because he's really pulling this prank off.
"Well, I don't really have anything to say to you right now. I'm just gonna get my shit and go. You cheat on me with the literal definition of vile and expect me to forgive you like that? I mean out of all the people in this world, Christopher."
Still playing into his prank, you get up and walk towards the bedroom. He follows suite, totally thinking he's the shit pulling one on you, but things were about to get interesting. You turn into the bedroom going straight for the closet.
"Listen Y/N, I don't want to lose you okay? I just can't seem to let go of her. She's addicting, if I'm being honest." You just shake your head and chuckle. If you didn't know this was a prank, he'd probably be in intensive care right now.
"Baby boy, that is fine. You don't gotta worry about me anymore."
You move around his duffle bag and your never ending boxes of shoes until you find the one box you're looking for. You pull out the Yatch Club Vans box and set it on the island in the closet.
"You know, I don't know how you could cheat on me. I mean, besides the fact that I'm literally the best person over, look at me. Look at this fine black queenyou got standing infront of you. This shape is unique and very much rare. It don't get no better than this, honey. That's a fact."
You open the box and stare at your Glock 19. Yes, you had a gun. No, he didn't know about it. But he was about to find out now. You pull it out and insert the magazine. In the process, you hear Chris very audibly gasp and you smirk to yourself.
"Y/N Y/MN Y/LN! What the hell are you doing with a gun?" He absentmindedly backs up out of fear, for you were a very unpredictable person that it was actually scary.
"At first it was just for safety. I learned how to use it and everything. But since my mans wants to go out and have an affair, don't you think we should end it with something for you to truly remember me by?" By the time you're done talking, the gun is loaded and ready to be used. Only you had it on safety, of course.
"Babe listen calm down. For real Y/N. Look okay I was just joking. It's-it's just a prank. I didn't cheat I swear!" He has his hands up like he's surrendering, but pushing you away. Probably because you have the gun pointing to him. Gosh, this was so fun.
"Yeah sure it is. You can't even lie right. Well, one of us isn't making it out alive and I'm sure it's the one without the gun." You evilly smile and move closer to him. You lowkey feel really bad because your puppy is legitimately scared out of his little mind.
"Baby please listen to me. I was just joking! I would never cheat on you. I mean look at you. Why would I want that walking Pacific Ocean when I have you? I would never hurt you like that. You gotta believe me. I promise, just put the gun down please."
You tried to hold on for a few more minutes, but he was near tears and it tugged at your soft heart. You lower the gun and take it back apart.
"That didn't feel so good did it? I knew it was a prank. I just wanted to get you back." You close the box and put it back in it's place. You turn to him with your hands on your hips.
"Y/N, that wasn't funny. Why would you do that?" He moves closer to you, now angry. But oh well.
"That feeling that you had in your chest, that anxiety and fear. That's what I was feeling when you told me you cheated. You know I have trust issues and that wasn't funny at all. I wanted you to feel the same way. Maybe I went too far, but it's a done deal now."
You brush past him and back into the room. When you get into it, he is right behind you and grabbing your arm.
"I'm honestly sorry okay. I was just messing around and I wasn't being considerate of your feelings. I didn't think it would affect you like this. I didn't mean to put you in that position." You smile at his apology, knowing he was truly sorry.
"I will admit, I went a little overboard, knowing full well it was a prank from the start. You're a smart man. You know what you got right here." You trail your hands down your body playfully and pose. He giggles and wraps his large biceps around you.
"I won't do this again. I promise." He leans down and connects your lips, finally giving you what you wanted since you stepped foot in the door. You pull back and look up at him.
"To redeem yourself, you can order me take out and grab that foot massager I just bought and get to work, peasant," you giggle out while he rubs your sides.
"Your wish is my command." He grovels at your feet.
"As it should." And with that you sashay away like that HBIC you were 💅🏾.
This scenario came up in my head this morning and I wrote all of it tonight. How great is that? Now I shall work on my Andy Barber fic 😌
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Her broken heart
Pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader
Warnings: angst, fight, sort of fluff
Words: 1132
Summary: Y/n and Benjamin break up and Jerome is there for her.
Note: I really apologize for the mistakes and for the English. I'll fix everything on the computer tomorrow. It's another chapter of the series "The Girl".
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Y/n and Benjamin got engaged at the end. It wasn't how Jerome thought or hoped, but it was something that lasted longer, despite the distance...they'd been together for practically two years and the circus was coming back again to the town where they met.
Benjamin was excited, Jerome could tell by the voice coming from the public phone they had near the little place where they had camped with the trailers, he could also see that Y/n was happy to see the boy again in person.
It had happened in the evenings when he had interrupted them, that time not even doing it on purpose, stopping when he saw them on the couch in Y/n's trailer making out. As soon as they heard the door open they broke the kiss meeting Jerome's gaze, the girl was the first to speak managing to read the ginger perfectly after all the years, smiling softly "there's something to eat in the fridge" he nodded slightly looking away murmuring "I'm not hungry, I'm going to sleep" and with that he walked towards Y/n's bedroom, hinting at a smile when he heard Benjamin's voice "he's sleeping in your bed?" not wanting to miss this moment he moved so he could see them better. The girl nodded, not understanding where the problem was "yeah, you know that...don't start a fight for that again Benny...pretty please?" she smiled looking at him smiling more when the boy sighed moving closer reconnecting their lips, moving his hand caressing her thigh gently. Jerome frowned, starting to feel nauseated by the view, how could HIS Y/n feel an interest in making out with Benjamin and not him...how did it not bother her the way he was caressing her...it should be him instead, him kissing her...not flaming hair.
It was hearing the nickname the girl had given to her boyfriend that definitely made him feel sick...leaving the room going to them "Y/n/n, I think I don't feel well," the girl quickly walked to him and away from the boy when she noticed the ginger's pale face, accompanying him to the bathroom to throw up staying with him. Benjamin walked in, a few minutes after, looking at them "it's getting late, Y/n, I'm have to go, see you tomorrow, hope you will feel better Jerome, good night", Y/n nodded continuing to gently caressing the ginger's back murmuring "good night", Benjamin smiled back at her "I love you, see you tomorrow".
When Jerome heard the door close he lifted his face to look at Y/n's "you can go with him...if you want" she shifted her gaze meeting his giggling amused "and leave you here? No way, are you sure you didn't drink any of your mother's alcohol?" Jerome nodded, hinting at a smile, she helped him up, making him sit and cooking something to eat for them, taking care of him all the night.
The second time he caught them making out was one afternoon. He had come in to get away from Lila and eat something, finding them on the couch, again, this time with Y/n on Benjamin's lap.
The girl shifted from her position looking at the ginger "food?" he nodded quickly going to get something to eat, making to enter the room again, stopping hearing Benjamin's voice who thinked he wasn't heard by him "why is he always here?! Doesn't he have his own trailer? ", Y/n sighed slightly "to take a break from his mother Benny, I already told you, forget it, don't think about it", he shook his head raising his voice "no, I won't forget it, I've done that too many times, I don't care of his situation!, we didn't see each other so often, if in those few days when we can see each other we can't even be alone together... ", the girl nodded understanding drumming her fingers on the table "I know, but I care and Jerome knows he can stay in my trailer as long as he wants", Benjamin sighed in frustration "let him find another place, heck!, there are plenty of other trailers, there's even the outdoors as an option! " "it's my trailer Benjamin, I decide who gets in and who doesn't, Jerome is welcome, YOU CAN'T TALK, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS IN HIS POSITION, YOU HAVE A FAMILY! WHO LOVES YOU! YOU EVEN HAVE A BROTHER WHO IS WITH YOU! you can't understand," the boy shook his head "no, I can't understand, but who knows, maybe it's like they say, there's a reason why your precious Jerome can't go anywhere else," Y/n continued to look at him completely serious as she stood up approaching him leaning on the table behind her "you say one more word about Jerome and I guarantee you it won't end well," the boy shook again his head incredulously "sure...because you understand his situation don't you? You don't have anyone, how do you understand how he feels", she burst out laughing, receiving in return a confused look from Benjamin who covered his cheek when he received a slap looking at Y/n's face shocked "maybe because I had someone, maybe I don't have a biological family now, but Jerome is my family and you don't let your family out of your house, now please leave". Benjamin realized what he had said to her and tried to explain himself, apologizing to her only to be pushed out by her and get a door slammed in his face. The girl sighed as she leaned against the door and sat on the floor staring the floor, ignoring her ex-boyfriend's attempts to talk to her, turning her face away as a hand touched her shoulder meeting the ginger's gaze with her tear filled eyes.
As soon as she remembered she wasn't alone she chased the tears away, smiling softly at him and getting up, locking the trailer and going to her room "do you want to watch something on TV? I moved the TV into the bedroom this morning... so you can watch it whenever you want", Jerome nodded and followed her, freezing as soon as he saw her change in front of him wearing a shirt that was very loose. He took off his shoes and made himself comfortable on the bed waiting for her to turn on the TV and to lay down next to him looking for something interesting to watch.
More the hours passed, more the ginger found himself closer to her, hugging her not even concentrating on the cartoons on TV anymore, admiring the sleeping form of the girl who was leaning against him. He moved her hair from her face to see it better smiling slightly.
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happier than ever | tsukishima x you
the one shot in which tsukishima basically falls for a female version of everyone's favorite sunny tangerine.
genre: fluff/soft core smut lmao i haven't done this in years i feel silly but here you go
pairing(s): kei tsukishima x you (referred to as "ria kihira" in part 1 bc this was originally going to be an OC thing but nvm
a/n's: show this some love and interaction pls.
PART 1: THE PAST
❝Again?❞ Even though Tsukishima complained again, this time he made it easier for her as he even stood completely still. Such a good boy.
❝Let her beat your face!❞ Shoyo exclaimed as she smiled in delight, then moving on to pat the powder puff on his stupid face. Of course she only took a few seconds for him, but all the time in the world for Hinata.
While the two chirped about the new reboot trailer for Dexter, Kuroo's sleazy self slid beside his lanky child with an extra smug look on his face. That man was a menace.
❝Say, don't you think they look related?❞
Tsukishima was a difficult man to catch off guard, but right then and there, a mini existential crisis kicked in. His eyes darted back and forth between Shoyo and Ria Kihira, the makeup artist on set for the commercial filming day.
Kei knew Kuroo was a slut for all the pretty things in life — he constantly had a trope of hot women surrounding him.
But this time, he'd really outdone himself.
Not a stupid man entirely, a huge shit-eating grin formed on Tetsuro's face. He followed Kei's eyes who desperately wandered back and forth their matching hair, skin tone, lack of height... "please let it be a mere coincidence because it's bad enough that—" Kei shut his own intrusive mind from further thinking as he slapped his hand over Kuroo's mouth shut. Tight.
That hyena laugh was not being unleashed today.
THE STORY OF HOW YOU MET:
ca. 2019, on set of a commercial for one of Kuroo's production companies. After Tetsuro had defeated Kei in a game of beer pong, he had to comply with the loser's bet -- be part of the damn commercial along with Shoyo, for a viewership boost. So he said. Ria was the makeup artist on set that day, and it pretty much went from Tsuki acting like a feral cat who didn't want to be touched by any makeup tools, to blissfully passing out in a chair while she gently stroked his face with a soft powder brush.
Near the end of the day when he'd no longer back away from her with animosity, it was Kuroo's stupidly astute observation that left him rattled. The boy was put into a choke hold because he refused to like someone with the same orange hair and milky skin tone as Hinata. Someone equally bright, bubbly, and stupid ... yeah that refusal didn't last long. Ria spoke her mind so freely, being direct but never pleading because she respected herself in that regard. He liked that and before Kei knew it, he found himself admitting to her that he was, "actually quite fond of you." She understood it was his way of saying those pesky 3 words, 8 letters.
PART 2: THE PRESENT, 3 YEARS LATER.
THE ALARM CLOCK rang it’s deathly siren like tone, nearly sending you into cardiac arrest. Although he defensively stretched an arm out over your chest as if ready to protect, Kei did not get up.
Of course he wouldn't.
Like every morning at 4am, it was you who suffered the most when getting out of bed to grab the phone to silence that torture down. As you had deeply sighed and turned to face the bed, Tssuki was now face up with the covers all the way up to his nose.
Even in your groggy state, you could tell he was smirking. That smug bastard stared at you intently, dead still. While Kei typically minded his own business and was at times thought of as quiet, the boy was definitely not shy. You wouldn't call him a total flirt, but he could so hold onto a gaze without so little as batting a long eyelash.
Kei was, extremely competitive. Lightning would have to strike his literal eyes to keep them from staring at you, specifically at your curvy thighs.
The way your soft cotton shorts rode up them was always a very pleasant sight, so he just kept staring, happily.
He loved that little penguin walk you busted into every morning when shutting the alarm off.
It’s like you couldn’t balance properly, and he swore that you were always shorter looking in the early hours of the day. He didn’t know how you could lack more height than you already did at barely 5 feet 2, but it always seemed that way.
It was especially cute, like he could just grab you and keep you in the palm of his hand.
Tired, you sat back down on the bed. You scooted until meeting the headboard, and then just let her head dip back.
It was so incredibly peaceful until you could no longer ignore his obvious glaring. “If you’re awake already, why don’t you get up?”
“It’s barely 4:05,
we don’t go in till 5am.”
He said so factually that you just deeply exhaled. Tssuki was definitely not a morning person, and neither were you.
Even though you were much more energetic, it was a Friday and you could not wait for the end of the workday already.
While Tssuki could be late to practice because let's be honest, few would even confront him, you could not pull off the same irresponsibility.
You cared way too much, and in general, hated the feeling of being late to anything. "Come on." You murmured, nudging Kei as he completely ignored you and kept on sleeping.
You waited for another minute before climbing out of bed, grabbing his attention once again. This time, your black shorts were scrunched further up. So far up that your ample ass cheeks were out in all their glory.
“Arigato, thank you god.”
Nishinoya would say.
“Well I’m not as naturally good looking as you so I’m gonna go shower and start getting ready.”
You huffed, truly riling Kei up inside. Hearing you say that genuinely made something inside of his stomach stir, so he instinctively reached out towards your wrist.
Even in the dark room, he could see your face clearly and tell you weren’t joking. "The fuck is wrong with her?" He thought, not angry, but extremely concerned because you weren't fishing for a compliment.
The two of you had been together for over 3 years now, and so he more than knew that you were not that kind of girl.
Yes, you lacked height at 5’2, but you were physically strong. Literally, you could carry all the grocery bags in one go with no issues. Lifting abilities? Check.
Even though Tssuki cruelly chose the apartment with extra high kitchen shelves, you would never ask for help to reach for stuff. "Help I can't reach" was not a phrase that existed in your world.
Literally, he’d sometimes walk in for some juice and find you on top of a chair reaching for something, if not on the literal counter tops to store items.
Independent? Check.
Resourceful? Check.
On top of all that, you had a voluptuous body he thought was fucking scrumptious. He understood that the norms for women in Japan could be vicious, especially if you weren’t a slender door like he was, but despite your insecurities, you still wore it all so well. You didn’t let it stop you from wearing whatever you wanted (as you should).
At times he did think you were a little bit stupid for fretting over such body image issues, but Tssuki was okay with that.
He didn’t want a know it all like himself, that be beyond insufferable.
Before he knew it, you were teaching him a thing or two as well. So Tssuki then knew you were not a vapid pick me girl, and that was honestly a pretty big turn on for him.
SPEAKING OF TURN ons, Kei found it incredibly hot to have you pinned beneath him, like you currently were.
It wasn’t an ingenue kink, to have you below him so submissively and weak, no. It was the way you fought to assert yourself, and the way you writhed. The way you tried to break free was no half assed attempt either.
Sometimes you'd even throw in a few knees into it, and Tssuki didn't mind it one bit. Two dominate personalities, things were always bound to be feisty in bed.
This time however, he sensed some a defeat in your soul.
Convinced to rekindle your spirits, his brows furrowed as he lowered himself closer to your pretty face.
“Take that back.” Tssuki growled in a low, oh so sexy deepened morning voice.
“I can’t, It’s true.” You protested, sighing as he pulled himself away only to then wrap his arms around your waist and throw you over his shoulders.
Misreading the situation, you first protested before breaking into full on laughter as he stormed into the shower with you still dangling, kicking your short legs in the air.
You had thought this was playful Tssuki, the version no one was too familiar with.
Except you … and Yamaguchi. You and Yams lived to exchange Tssuki-isms.
You were mistaken when trying to approach him as he had stripped entirely. God, you so badly wanted to touch his defined chest and close the space between —and that’s when your favorite salt mine smirked as he instinctively reached back to swivel the shower handle on.
Grabbing the detachable shower heard, Tssuki sprayed you down.
"That son of a bitch." You thought, having jumped back in shock, literally. The water was so fucking cold.
Tssuki raised a brow, testing you. On one hand, he thought you looked like a helpless kitten that was abandoned on some random parking lot on a rainy day.
He was an asshole, but if he ever came across a lonely stray cat, he'd so scoop it up and take home for some warm milk.
On the other hand, he thought you looked even more hot with the way your baggy shirt now clung onto every part of your curvaceous body.
Tssuki had to exhale as he saw your nipples peaking through your smaller but perfect chest. He just wanted to cup your perky tits, squeeze them and hear you moan in delight—your hot breath on his ear as you rested a side of your face on his.
“Can’t touch me till you take that back.”
He warned as you tried to take a step forward.
“Tssu— you whined, sighing as you crossed your arms, cold.
“Admit it, you’re beautiful. Say it.” He insisted as you tossed your head back. "I’m beautiful … kinda, I mean” you trailed off, too distracted by your own cruel thoughts to notice when he raised the shower head again to spray you down.
“Ouch!” You gasped this time, burned by the super hot water. Tssuki turned, realizing that instead of increasing the water’s pressure, he had turned it to the hot side.
Steaming hot.
He rubbed them back of his neck, sheepishly trying to play off. That stupidly cool bathroom is literally what had sold him into choosing that apartment.
After a long day of training, having a large bathtub to soak in, or large walk in shower that doubled as a sauna to rest in was a treat. Not only that, but curative. You swore that this man's epsom salt baths were the reason his long limbs were always good to go, pain free.
Tssuki rushed to place the shower head back on, pushing a few buttons on the digital control panel to get some therapeutic steam going.
On a good morning, he'd already have you pinned to the wall. Your face buried into his neck as Tssuki spread your ass apart, drilling his every inch into you.
But sadly, this wasn't a good morning ... yet. When you waved a hand out in defeat, eyes swelling with tears, Kei grabbed you right before you could step away.
You slammed into his chest with a light thump as he then grabbed your shoulders to keep you balanced. "My clumsy pumpkin." He thought as you raised your head to meet his warm eyes.
Tssuki lowered his face, gently planting a kiss on your forehead. Pulling away, he grabbed your arm & extended it out as he begin to plant a trail of kisses over the burned-pink area. His kisses deepened the closer he got to your neck, stopping only when at your jawline.
Now, the two of you were staring directly at each other, his eyes radiating all the comfort you wanted to see: love, adoration, lust. It was so quiet, but your heartbeat was so damn loud.
His actions were doing all the talking. Now completely soaked, you looked down at the hem of your shirt as Tssuki grabbed both ends and begin to lift the blouse up and away from you.
Left in nothing but shorts, he kept his eyes locked on you as you nodded while he lowered himself to help you out of them.
Now, completely naked, he just stared at you in awe.
You were his goddess, and he was going to happily worship, service, respect, love.
ARIGATO GOD.
“I don’t know why you hesitate” he softly whispered as you took in a deep breath, suddenly feeling overly emotional. Near tears kind of overwhelmed.
To keep yourself from actually sobbing, you cleared your throat to speak up, “I love my job, but I guess sometimes working with so many beautiful models, I can’t help but to compare my—
Tssuki had heard enough about your delusions. His hands flew the sides of your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You felt such a thrill surging through your body as he so easily hoisted you up.
It was your favorite thing in the world, to wrap your legs around his long torso, and it was Tssuki’s favorite thing to dig his hands into your firm ass, your soft thighs.
Pulling away, he takes slow steps forward so your back gently meets the wall. With one hand, he caressed your face , thumb gliding over your cheek before connecting his forehead with yours.
“As I was saying, - I don’t know why you hesitate to say it, but I think you’re the most beautiful person in this whole goddamn world.”
A pesky tear escaped onto your cheek, and Tssuki blotted it away with a kiss, burying his face closer to yours. So close your noses are now touching.
When he wanted to, Tssuki could be so completely soft.
“You don’t know every single person in this world.”
You laughed, still touched by his bold declaration.
“I mean it. Waking up to you every morning I think wow, I’m so lucky.”
He admits as you then break into another chuckle. “You’re so full of shit, that’s not the first thing you think of.”
Tssuki pulls on your lower lip down with his thumb, chuckling back. “You idiot sandwich I didn’t say it was the first thing, but it’s a close second.”
You find yourself laughing out loud, his frisky smile fully plastered on his face as your nose scrunches in that way he finds so fucking adorable.
“Begone negativity.” He both teases and shudders at the thought of how Suga burned that in the back of his mind.
“Do I have to sing that stupid One Direction song to you?” Tssuki then jokingly added as your eyes widened.
“You wouldn’t!”
“You’re right that’s disgusting.” He scoffed, hoisting you further up as he took your breath away with another kiss, this time, his hands running through your hair.
It was always a mystery with him, never knowing if he was going to pull on your hair, or caress it.
This time however, as his tongue slipped into your mouth, eager, you couldn’t help but to squeal. You had to give it to him, the man was great at multitasking. While he deepened the kiss, Tssuki tapped the melody of that dumb song on your thighs as if drumming.
"You're insecure, don't know what for, you're turning heads when you walk through the door / don't need makeup to cover up, being the way that you are is enough --
Everyone else in the room can see it
Everyone else but you
Baby, you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell
You don't know, oh, oh, you don't know you're beautiful."
Tssuki had really taken SMACK MY ASS LIKE A DRUM to a whole other level, and you couldn't even be mad about it.
"Having fun, ya happy doing that?" You teased as he now gave himself a quick rub, fully erect. Your man was so well endowed and that was both exciting and terrifying at times. While you loved dominant Tssuki, today he was a bit more mellow and less gimp man.
"Fuck, Kei-" You moaned as he slowly entered you, rubbing your clit with his thumb, the pressure just right. "I'm definitely having fun, in fact" he smirked as you moved down to slam yourself further into him, begging for more, "I'm happier than ever."
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A Rant on the End of Tremors 7: Shrieker Island
As the main man said,
Throwing caution to the wind because this blew up elsewhere.
If you can do it with Justice League, fuck it, let's do it for every shitty movie we've got.
While we're at it, can we change the ending of the 7th Tremors movie so *MAJOR FUCKING SPOILERS* Burt Gummer doesn't die or at least bring Jamie Kennedy back, or Marvel style recast Jon Heder, so he dies saving his son instead of a random-ass person who could have easily saved themselves. Or cut the forced montage of Burt clips at the end so his death is at least ambiguous. Seriously beyond pissed about that one. THAT is no way for him to go.
I would also like to point out that the next Tremors *HAS* to be titled Tremors 8: Ouroboros and bring everyone back for Burt's funeral . Otherwise, what's the fucking point?
I have feelings about it, people. *FEELINGS!!!*
One of my favourite childhood memories is picking out Tremors 2 from the local gas station's movie rentals and forcing my parents to watch it. I was probably 5-6 at the time.
Let's say that it's been a lifelong love affair ever since. It took me another 10 years before I even watched the 1st. Probably why I hold good sequels in such high regard.
I didn't even know about the 1st until it played as a trailer in front of 2 and never thought to watch until years later. That's a testament to its filmmaking if I ever knew one.
So seriously, that's how they chose to kill off one of the most well known and prolific characters in a movie/TV series known around the globe? With an unnecessaryily needed death and a montage of clips from all the other movies that are obviously better than this one.
And I'm saying that as someone who defends Chibnall/13th Doctor...
...and I'm fucking fuming because THIS is how you *actually* destroy something people love and hold dear to their hearts. It's like the ending of Game of Thrones. His shitty ass death has made it a loooooot harder to rewatch. And they are one of my favourite series!!! Not flawless but fun. But I will defend every other movie and all the episodes except this. Honestly I'll still defend 7/8ths of this one as well.
Like I said, it's easily fixed too. Fucking vice versa swap out Jon Heder for Jamie Kennedy, who the movies have been building up for the last two, and have Burt save his son in front of his old flame. Boom, you won't even need the montage of clips cause you can just have Travis and his mom reminisce about Burt instead. Show not tell. I don't even care he died by Graboid (although in all honesty, I've allways wanted El Blanco to take him down or Burt kills himself from the PTSD. It would have AT LEAST MADE SENSE. Hell, the best would be a heart attack to callback Val's "Yeah, Burt, the way you worry, you're gonna have a heart attack before you get a chance to survive World War Three.". But none of us ever get the best death.). And it's not even about Burt sacrificing himself to save a nobody. Cause that could work too. BUT YOU NEED TO BUILD THAT SHIT UP. Not just fucking drop it like it's hot.
Like I said too, the first 7/8ths ain't bad but it's an entirely different story than a swansong for a hero.
It's all about some billionaire scientist/cowboy hunter dude who likes to get his jollies off hunting the biggest and the baddest who ends up inviting people to this island so they can hunt down Super-Graboids he designed for shits and giggles. But then some Shrieker-fy....
And the pretentious douches come and die one by beautiful one while Burt tries to save them anyway and it's all spectacularly dumb fun until it comes crashing down in the final 10 minutes. Fuck, they should just cut the last 10 minutes. Then it's a perfect little Tremors ditty.
#RELEASETHE7THTREMORSWITH10MINUTESFROMTHEENDCUT
This isn't even about Jon Heder either. He's just doing his job. Hell, do what /u/VoiceofRonHoward pointed out.
"It is clear that Jon's character was just pasted in over Jamie's, the artifacts of the father-son relationship are all over it. They should have gone full Marvel and just replaced Jamie with Jon and acted like nothing happened."
CAUSE FUCK YES!! The only time a story sucks is when they don't commit. Commitment makes all the difference. Now, I'm pissed double-pissed they didn't do that instead since Heder and Kennedy are similar in terms of white-boy-ness.
Even Michael Gross agrees:
"Yes, yes. Now I can't presume to speak for Jamie [Kennedy]. My understanding was they asked him and he said no. And so that's why they went with somebody else. So I had nothing to do with that decision. I just heard the stories. I missed him for that reason. You begin a relationship with the character, and you want to continue it....
...As you build a relationship with this son, we had two, it would've been nice to have three, but that was the hand I was dealt."
One of my favourite bits of Tremors lore comes from the 5th too so it's not like I hate sequel changes out of hand:
"This is a warrior dance. Our ancestors hunting the lnkanyamba and the Impundulu.
"What's that?
"Impundulu. It's what you call the Ass Blaster.
"Ass Blaster.
"Yes.
"Yes.
"Hey, you know, you make Ass Blaster sound good.
Primitive cultures fighting Graboids, Shriekers and Assblasters. I just love that thought.
Hilariously, my meta opening to the 8th movie would be a flashback to 10,000 years ago and a Neanderthal-like Burt Gummer teaching others how to drive Graboids off cliffs like they did with mammoths.
Thank you for giving me the space to rant. Cause fuuuuuuhhhhhhhhuuccck!!!
Here's Michael Gross' own words from his AMA that prove the people making Shrieker Island didn't know their shit.
"The Tremors series is one very close to my heart and I want you to know how appreciated your continued effort is for your core fan base.
My only question would be were there ever any studio decisions made for Burt that you refused to comply with? Or was everybody pretty much always on the same page on what to do with the character?
Thanks again for your dedication.
- Josh"
"Thanks for the kind words, Josh. As regards the first four films, with Wilson and Maddock as the writers, we were very much on the same page. 5,6, and 7 were a bit different, because there was a 13-year hiatus between 4 and 5, and we had to refresh our memories while "reinventing" the franchise for a new audience. I will give you one example: in an early draft of Shrieker Island, a new writer wrote a draft where Burt threatened to shoot one of the bad dudes, and I had to tell him—this is true—"Burt never intentionally points his gun at another human being."
And his own thoughts on Burt's "death" and how to bring it all back together again.
Universal and the director [came] to me with this idea, and they said, 'This could be emotionally very powerful, if we have to say goodbye to this man after 30 years. And I hemmed and hawed, and I thought about it a little bit. And I said, 'You're absolutely right about the emotional gut punch this can be.' And I said, 'You're going to hurt a lot of people's feelings.' And I said, 'But I thought this franchise was over after four. So I could certainly live with it being over after seven.'
"What we negotiated -- well, it wasn't really a negotiation, we all agreed on this -- is that we kind of left the door open. >!Because although Burt is gone, we never see a corpse. We never see his remains. Everybody assumes he's gone. Is he buried somewhere? Is he unconscious somewhere? We never see Burt dead. We see Burt gone. We see Burt not returning. What does that mean? Has he been knocked out? Does he have amnesia somewhere? Does he wander off? Is he in a kind of coma? So yes, the way it ends is pretty profound."
"As regards to the end of Tremors 7, let me just say that while people ASSUME Burt is gone, we never see his remains, do we? Just sayin.'
"The only reason he has become the main character is that everyone else in the original cast moved on to other things. I NEVER thought of him as the central figure, but it just worked out that Michael Gross, like Burt Gummer, was a "survivor." :0) "
"No one would like to see it more than I!!! One of my greatest regrets is that so many other cast members fell away over time. Reba was on to other things, Kevin said no to a second, Fred said no to a third. I would LOVE one last go with all of them, but it is not up to me. :0( "
"There are no guarantees, but for those who wonder aloud if this is the final film, I will say what I have said before: SALES drive sequels, Show biz is 5% show and 95% business, so if this latest addition to the Tremors franchise, sells well, [Universal] will follow the money, and Universal Pictures Home Entertainment may will be back for more."
/u/ActorMichaelGross, the bell has been rung and the song sung. Get the producers on this ASAP!!
I was also the first person to discover the symbolic foreshadowing of Stumpy's end with Earl's sleeping bag in the original movie.
Let's just say, I really *really* love these movies. So if anyone knows anyone, hook me up to the producers of this series and I'll Justin Lin in the Fast and Furious out of this shit.
Since I don't think it's good to critique without proposing either, I say we can make up for this fuck up with the next movie. We'll call it Tremors 8: Ouroboros. After the snake which eats its own tail.
We find out Burt faked his death to get the Proudfoot Corporation to let down their guard and when everyone from the previous series comes back for Burt's fake funeral they give him ever loving shit for being such a paranoid whack-job that he would fake his death to fool a government agency. Why would he do this? He found an old photo of Hiram Gummer with a Graboid warning on the back and asks himself why this valley, why these things, why allways me? And we find out, it's not Burt. It's that lifestyles of extremes will end up in places of extremes. Burt and the Graboids are survivors of different species. Sure the Proudfoot Corporation IS using Mixmaster to combine Graboids, Shriekers, and Ass-Blasters into one super creature for the military but it pales in comparison to Burt looking at his life and wondering in shame how many ancient giants like himself he has killed. And with that, he actually dies, and we keep the ball rolling with the rest of the characters trying to stop what they allways thought was just another one of Burt's crazy conspiracies.
That's why it's Ouroboros. Everything comes back around. We could end/start the movie with Grady, Earl, and Jodi opening a Monster World in Perfection Valley a la Desert Jack's Graboid Adventure. I don't know. I'm fucking trying harder than the people they paid to do this already.
It ain't perfect but I'm building on sand here so changes are gonna get made.
Like if the makers of Tremors notice this,
Then DM me because fucking A you guys need some help.
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Softly, Barely a Whisper -- Daryl Dixon x fem!reader (part one)
Softly, Barely a Whisper — Daryl Dixon x fem!reader (pre apocalypse) (part one)
Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three
Description: (Name) moved in with her uncle, the Sheriff of a little town in Northern Georgia, to escape an abusive household. While living with her uncle, she meets Daryl, a redneck with a heart of gold and a life very similar hers. Fluff and angst and awkward shy Daryl Dixon ensue.
⚠Warning⚠: great amounts of bad language, past mentions of abuse, past mentions of rape, there's probably more, this'n's kinda a mess. Don't read if you get triggered easily.
Genre: angsty fluff?? Hurt/comfort?? I've no idea. Is awkward Daryl a genre?
Pairing: teen!Daryl Dixon x teen!fem!abused!reader
A/N: hey, sorry I've been gone for forever, I suck at commitment. I also suck at naming things, hence the title. I wrote another long motherfucker of a "oneshot" and therefore am breaking it into chapters like I did with Impromptu Cuddles, so look out for the other chapters soon enough. Enjoy.
Words without A/N: 3242
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"Sure thing, Daryl. You can use whatever ya'd like, just make sure you put it back afterwards. The doors unlocked and yer more than welcome to go in for a drink or anythin' if ya need it." Bill Coleman, or Sheriff Coleman, as most knew him by, called out as he moved to open the door to his cruiser.
The Sheriff was an interesting character to the youngest Dixon. He had hardened features and a voice like a gravel truck that immediately implied a harsh disposition, his eyes were constantly squinted into a look that resembled judgment, and the vibe he gave off was just generally unpleasant; but, in all reality, Bill Coleman was probably the gentlest man Daryl had ever met. He understood the workings of the Dixon household without ever having to be told, and did what he could to make life any bit easier for the teenager. Whether that be arresting the senior Dixon whenever he found possible, or offering Daryl a place to stay in his home over the weekend. Bill was, all in all, a genuinely kind human being. Something, Daryl found, was rather rare in his life.
But, even though the Sheriff had his trust, and he knew the Sheriff trusted him the same, it still came as a bit of a shock to him to see the officer willingly let him, a Dixon, have open access to his house while no one else was home.
Everyone knew not to trust a Dixon. Nobody in the town was willing to make eye contact with him, let alone trust him to their house and belongings while they were away. Will, his father, had done a fine job of destroying the family name in his drunken escapades, and his brothers addictions did nothing to help. This, combined with the confusion and disbelief that coursed through his system, explained the gawk the boy's eyes held as he stared in awe at Mr. Coleman's retreating figure.
This had to be some kind of trick, right?
"Oh," the Sheriff called. There it was, the part where he'd laugh it off and say "just kidding. Like I'd let a freak like you into my home without supervision."
Once again surprising the young man, his expectation was the farthest thing from what the greying man actually said.
"I fergot ta mention my niece, my sisters kid. She'll be here soon enough, gets off work in a half hour or so. She's been stayin' with me since, ah–" he trailed off a bit, one leg up in the cruiser, the other still planted firmly on the ground as he looked at Daryl over the door's window, looking mildly uncomfortable "–well, she's jus' stayin' with me. She's real sweet, you'll prolly get along with 'er. Jus', eh, just be soft, ya hear? She's a bit skittish, and real shy, too, so don't be too offended if she avoids ya, she don't mean it rude like."
And what on earth could he mean by that? The avoiding that he'd done when describing why she was here, what had happened that he didn't want to talk about? Daryl had a few theories already.
"'Till later, Daryl. Take care, and remember what I told ya, boy." With a wave and a caring (or warning, he could never quite tell with the old man) smile, the grizzled man pulled out of the small driveway and onto the road leading out of the trailer park to go do his civic duty, leaving a still heavily confused, and now slightly concerned, Daryl Dixon standing outside of his garage.
This man, knowing his family's history with bad habits, was not only willing to let the teenager into his home without a watchful eye, but was also perfectly okay knowing he'd be there, alone, with his (skittish and shy) niece?
Maybe the old man is finally losing it, he thought.
Still in shock, the young man turned on his heel, and began the short trek back to the shedd to continue working on the pickup that he had been working on fixing up. Though it was really nothing but a shell sitting on bricks right now, he knew that someday it'd be his pride and joy.
Some uncounted amount of time later, Daryl was finally pulling himself out from under the hood. His throat itched with dryness, and he was covered in sweat from the never-ending harshness of the Georgian sun, but, nonetheless, he couldn't help the little spike of pride that ran through him as he looked down at the beginnings of the new-made guts of his pickup. Allowing himself the luxury of a small smile, he decided he'd finally take the old Sheriff up on his offer, and moved to head into the house to grab something to wet his throat, and maybe even a rag to wipe off his face, if he was feeling risky.
He found, upon entry, that the house was relatively clean. Cleaner than it had been the last time he'd been in there, at least, and only as clean as an old trailer house could really get.
Still, where before there had been newspapers scattered, now there were none, and in place of the cluttered kitchen was a clean countertop and a basket of fresh apples. He didn't dwell on it a whole lot as he moved to the sink to fill up a plastic solo cup, though he did wonder if Bill would mind if he stole an apple. The young Dixon couldn't really remember the last time he'd eaten.
Filling his cup, he was quick to chug it down, the cold a dramatic (but welcome) shock against the harsh dryness of his throat. He let the water run into the sinks basin as he filled the cup up again, again, and then one more time, and only on his fifth return to the water did he realize the difference in sound. A few inches of water was backed up in the bottom of the sink, refusing to go down the drain like it should, and completely changing the sound the water pouring from the faucet made as it headed downwards.
Quickly setting the cup aside and turning off the faucet, he watched the water make its incredibly slow decent into the drain, and decided he needed to pay back Sheriff Coleman's hospitality. It was the least he could do, after all.
Opening the doors that lead to the plumbing beneath the sink, Daryl set himself to work.
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"Good night, (name)!" Mr. Sennet's overly cheery voice called to the young woman as she moved her way through the front doors of the diner.
Calling out a quick goodbye to him as well, she hurriedly climbed into her rig. A shitty little Honda though she was, she still got the young (name) from a to b, and (name) would be forever grateful to her uncle for gifting it to her.
Dusk was just beginning to settle as she took off towards her new residence, and she worried slightly if her uncle would be angry that she was out later than usual. The diner had been busier tonight than normal, and instead of getting off at seven, as per usual, it was now closer to nine.
Taking a calming breath, she reminded herself aloud:
"He's not like they were, he won't be mad at you. He's not like them, he won't be mad."
Though she really did believe it, she still repeated it aloud to herself the entire way back to the house, as if she thought she could will it into existence if she hoped hard enough.
It was silly, she knew, but she didn't really care. After all she'd been through, she thought she deserved a little self reassurance.
The drive to her new home was short lived, though she didn't much mind. She hated to be alone now, it gave her too much time to think, and far too much time to overthink. A regular pastime of hers, it seemed.
It was odd, really. Before, when it was just her and the chromed glass house and the bruising voices, before she was taken away by her uncle, she loved to be alone. She cherished the times of peace she had between the hurt. Now, if she was alone for more than thirty minutes, it was likely she'd be found having a mental breakdown in a bathtub.
But, enough of the depressing stuff.
As the scarred girl pulled into the driveway, she didn't notice the second pair of tracks that accompanied her uncles, as she was far too wrapped up in her head. Something she'd be sure to kick herself for at a later date. She didn't notice the single light that was on in the kitchen, either, nor did she pay mind to the tools that lay neatly around their box as she passed the shedd that functioned as a garage, and she simply put the shell of a pickup truck that sat just outside off as another of her uncles pastimes. Opening and stepping through the front door, she didn't even notice the smudge of mud off the sole of someone's shoe that was left on the carpet.
She did, however, definitely notice the way the hair on the back if her neck stood to attention at the sound of a voice that most definitely wasn't the Sheriffs cursing angrily from the kitchen. Metal clinking to the ground and a tapping on something that echoed like tubing followed behind the exclamation, and (name) felt herself seize up in fear.
"It can't be them," she reminded herself silently, "it isn't them, it can't be."
Swallowing her fear, trying desperately not to let the tears that branded the backs of her eyes build enough to fall, (name) forced herself to move farther into the room, grabbing the aluminum baseball bat that resided behind the door and dropping her bag by a table near the door as she did.
Thinking back to the little bit of self defence that Bill had taught her upon her moving in, she pulled the bat to her side to keep it close enough that no one could easily pull it from her grasp, but could still cause some damage if shoved forwards hard enough.
Sneaking around the corner of the refrigerator that hid the person from view, she took a deep, calming breath before poking her head around to take a peek.
He was young, she could tell, likely not much older than herself. Shaggy, brown-blond hair nearly reached broad shoulders, and even though he was hunched over beneath the kitchen sink, she could still tell he was much larger than her. Muscles flexed under a sleeveless button-down shirt as he twisted a wrench against the plumbing under the basin, grunting lightly as he did.
He didn't seem like he was there to cause trouble, she figured. Who in their right minds broke into a house just to fix their backed up sink? Oh dear, maybe he's not in his right mind? What if they sent him and he's here to kill the girl? What if he was there to bring her back to them somehow? But they were away, they couldn't hurt her, could they? Even from the depths of prison, or the entrapment of the psych ward, the girl didn't really doubt that one of the two could get a word out to have her hurt (killed?) for getting them put away. She was going to die now and she wouldn't even be able to fix the meatloaf that she had planned for tonight's dinner. She felt her body begin to tremble (or perhaps it was already, and she only just then noticed) and her eyes glazed themselves with tears, to her dismay.
Could she swing and knock him unconscious? Could she at least discombobulate the man long enough to escape? Could she really even hurt somebody like that?
Before she could come to a decision, however, the decision came to her.
Away in the living room, a phone rang. The shrill tlrrring! making both bodies jump slightly, and causing the boy bent beneath the kitchen sink to take notice of young (name).
Blue eyes widened as he caught sight of her, baseball bat clutched in hand, and he threw himself backwards and away, slamming his body into the ovens door. Instinctively, his arms moved to guard his face and torso.
"Fuck! Fuckin' hell, girl!" The loud exclamation startled the girl, and she jumped again, shoving against the refrigerator hard enough to make it rattle dangerously.
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Fixing the plumbing turned out to be far more difficult than Daryl had originally assumed. The bits holding the stuff to the things was rusted on, making it difficult to loosen the thingy mabob and clear anything clogging the that thing.
Putting all of his focus into wrenching the bits away from the stuff, Daryl completely failed to notice the other presence in the room with him, and when the phone in the other room shocked him out if his thoughts, he found his mind immediately assuming it was his father standing there with a weapon in hand.
As his back hit the oven and his arms moved to guard his head, he caught full sight of the person, and quickly came to realize his mistake. His heart beat harshly against his ribs, and he couldn't help but exclaim his dislike for the situation.
"Fuck! Fuckin' hell, girl!"
At his shout, the girl flinched away from him so harshly that he thought the refrigerator was going to come crashing down on top of him, and he immediately felt guilty, for some odd reason.
She looked absolutely terrified. (Eye color) eyes big as saucers, glazed with fear and glossy with tears, shaking hands gripped the metal of the baseball bat so hard her skin turned white, and her entire body was shaking like a leaf. Her eyes never left his form as he slowly stood up from the ground, one hand still held out in front of him, whether to ward off an attack, or to show he meant no harm, neither really knew. The girl was down right terrified of him, and he hadn't so much as said a word to deserve it yet.
This had to be the niece the Sheriff was talking about, he decided. The scared look she was giving him as she slowly backed away from him made him feel downright awful, and he knew he needed to do something to show her he meant no harm. So, remembering her uncles words, Daryl worked to make his voice a bit less gruff than usual, and tried to keep the edge out of his tone.
"Uh-uh, I ain't here ta hurtcha, girlie–" she took another quick step back "–I'm a friend of Bill's. I was jus' comin' in ta get a drink, I ain't here ta hurtcha."
There was far more that could be said, he knew, but words never really were his forté, and he wasn't sure how much he could talk before he made her more uncomfortable. However, the little bit that he had said, mostly naming her uncle, he thought, had made her shoulders un-hunch a bit, though she kept her distrusting posture. Smart girl.
Slowly lowering the bat until it pointed at his chest she grabbed it with both hands and hesitantly backed out of the kitchen, beckoning him to follow her. Keeping him safely at the end of the bat, and moved to pick up the still-ringing phone and gingerly press it to her ear, her eyes never leaving him, and the bat never wavering (though it did shiver along with her tremors.)
Her eyes relaxed a bit more at the voice on the other end of the line, and though Daryl couldn't much hear the words that were being said—aside from the mumbled tone—he could still tell it was the sheriffs deep voice that spoke.
"Yeah? Uh-hm, good, I uh, I guess... I did. Of course," as she spoke to the formless voice, Daryl couldn't help the small spike of fear that ran up his spine. What if the Sheriff didn't want him there now that he'd scared the girl? He had warned him, he thought. What if Bill made him go back to his shit-hole house and wouldn't let him come back again? This place was one of the few he had to escape that hell, he didn't want to lose that. What if the officer freaked and called Daryl's dad to come pick him up? He'd have hell to pay if he let that happen. He was sure he'd end up with a few more scars at least if his dad were to find out that someone knew of what went on behind closed doors. The Sheriff, no less. What if he–
His spiraling thoughts were disrupted when he caught the sound of his name coming from the other end of the phone line and immediately tuned back in.
"Uhm, uh, yeah, I–I guess. I mean, yeah, yes, he's still here... Oh, no, he's, uh, he's been nice enough," was she even still talking about the red-necked youth? "Yes, of course it's okay, uncle Bill. Sure-sure thing, yeah, that's okay with me. I was thinking about making meatloaf tonight, anyway, that usually makes enough for more than just you an' me."
Wait, what?
The girl had lowered the weapon, though she still kept a tight grip in it, and gave him a shy, almost apologetic smile, before finally letting her eyes dart away. Daryl stayed frozen in his spot. What was even happening?
"–oh," she suddenly looked dejected at whatever had been said on the other side. Scared, almost. "Yeah, no, no, that's-that's okay, uncle Bill, sure thing. It's okay, promise," she suddenly donned a small smile, and though he knew imediately that it was fake, he still found himself startlingly light-of-breath at the sight.
"Yeah, of course, see you tomorrow, uncle, stay safe." Tomorrow? What? Why was all this so confusing to the youngest Dixon? Why was the disappearance of her smile making him feel so hollow?
The sudden change in the expression that the smaller figure wore was dramatically startling to Daryl. Going from sad and scared and sorry and a bit regretful to blushing and wincing and all together uncomfortable in the blink of an eye, the girl shriekingly exclaimed:
"Uncle Bill! No! Ew, gross! Don–Don't say things like that, ya nasty!" Daryl couldn't help but find her blush and stutter quite endearing.
Even from the few paces away that he was, he could still hear the loud laugh that erupted from the other side of the phone.
"Alrigh–alright, uncle Bill," the girls face was still flushed intensely, "I'm hanging up on you now... Yeah, yes, okay—thanks for that." She winced again at whatever he'd said, and she somehow flushed even harder. In a softer voice, now, "I'll see you tomorrow, then. Stay safe." Her last words were barely a whisper.
Slowly pulling the phone away from her ear, the girl placed it gently on the receiver before turning to glance at Daryl, though he took note that she never once fully looked at him again.
"I'm, uhm, I'm sorry," she whispered, grimacing softly.
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Lay all your love on me | Part 1
(I don't own this gif. Credits to the owner)
Warning: Flashbacks. Language. Mentions of poor mental health, angst.
W/C: 2.8k.
A/N: Hello! This is the first part of Lay all your love on me. You can find the next parts on my pinned masterlist here.
MASTERLIST
Your last day on set has finally arrived. It's amazing how time flies when you're busy doing things you really love, surrounded by magnificient people. It makes you forget about your every day routine and to have some fun from time to time.
Everybody was getting their make-up done for the last day of filming. As you entered the trailer in order to get yours done, a sweet, delicate voice called you.
"(Y/n)! Are you ready for our last day?" Lucy asked with a bright smile on her face while sitting on her personalized black chair, which had her name written at the back.
You smiled. "To be honest, I'm not doing too well, I'm gonna miss you guys so much." You said with a pouty face. Lucy said she would miss all of you too.
“Oh, nice baby bump!”
You furrowed your brows but then you remembered. You were wearing a fake silicone belly, since your character was going to be pregnant in that scene.
“Yeah, he’s kicking so hard.” You joked.
You sat on your chair as your assistant helped you put your wig. You laughed at your reflection in the mirror. "I still can't used to this wig." You found it odd to wear a blonde wig.
“At least they didn’t give you a perm!” Joe appeared holding two cups of coffee on each of his hands. “Here you have, my wonderful wife.” he approached you and gave you one of the cups. You laughed at his comments.
“Thank you, Mr. Deacon.” You thanked him and left a kiss on his cheek.
Joe bringing you coffee on set every morning became a habit, one you were very delighted with. He was so kind with you that you swore your heart could just melt for every little thing he did for you.
And while drinking your coffee, you remembered your very first day on set and how you and Joe started talking.
Filming had already started by your first day on set. Today, you would meet the entire cast of the wonderful movie you were going to take part in. You felt an overwhelming joy for being part of such an incredible project, not only because it was a big step in your career as an actress, but also because you were a Queen fan. And it was your very first time in London.
Your very first scene was Freddie’s birthday party. You greeted all of your new cast mates before paying attention to the director’s indications.
You sat between two of your cast mates. One of them was wearing a long-haired blonde wig and the other a long-haired brown one with a strange fringe. You were wearing a wig as well. It was a black-haired one with a fringe and low pony tails falling over your shoulders. Your eyes had a beautiful emerald eye-shadow which you weren’t very comfortable with but you didn’t care, you were another person now, it was your job.
As they started filming, you kept a conversation with the actor that played John Deacon’s role, your husband, of who you didn't remember his name. You smile at each other and them you both joined the conversation that the others were having about Freddie’s life as his mom stood up and looked for family pictures.
The director decided to take some breaks in between the scenes. It was a good opportunity to introduce yourself and to make some new friends.
“Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Ben.” said the blonde one who was next to you and you told him your name. The other actors joined him and all of you started talking. There was something strange in one of them, the one who was next to you and introduced himself as Joe. Why was he talking so weird?
“Why are you doing a bad American accent?” You asked him laughing. He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth but didn’t say anything, he looked as if he was trying to find the words to say. “B-but, t-that’s my voice.” he said confused.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” You said and covered your face with your hands. That’s why you don’t have friends, stupid, you said to yourself.
Your face was burning and you felt absolutely embarrassed. How long have you been on set? Three hours? And you were already causing trouble.
He laughed. “Nevermind. What an awesome compliment. I mean, I’ve been working on it so hard and you thought that I was actually British but...What’s wrong with my voice? I think it’s a pretty convincing American accent. Anyway, thanks for the compliment.”
“I’m really really sorry, I don’t know why I said that.” Your face was still red. You wished the Earth would swallow you, you wanted to disappear from his sight. He put his hand on your shoulder.
“Hey, you don’t need to apologize. I really meant what I’ve said, it was a nice compliment, I’m prouder of myself now!” He assured you and gave you an expression that indicated everything was okay and there wasn’t anything bad at what you had said, he wasn’t mad at that.
You weren’t very convinced but after getting closer to him the following days, you realized that he was telling you the truth and there wasn’t anything you should worry about. After that, you both talked about each other’s lives. You found out he lived in New York, just as you. He was from there but you were from New Jersey. You told him how you ended up moving to New York to study and work on your acting career. Since that day, you both became very good friends. And the same thing happened with Ben, Gwilym, Rami and Lucy, you became close to them because of your new friendship with Joe.
“Let’s take a picture for Instagram.” Joe suggested. You stood next to him, with your right hand covering half of your mouth showing surprise and Joe put one of his hands on your fake belly and the other did the same as yours.
Lucy took the photo.
@Joe_Mazzello: Say hi to the Deacon family! @(y/n)(y/s/n) #BohemianRhapsody #Queen #DeaconFamily
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The director was giving the last indications for the scene. We will rock you. You were on a sofa next to Joe, having a conversation as Ben did the same with the actress who played his wife and the one who was Gwilym’s wife sat there looking at him, while he was looking at Rami, completely annoyed. The girls were very good actresses but unfortunately, they weren’t very close to the rest of the cast and won’t be joining the future tour press since they have another projects in the pipeline.
“You look so funny in that blonde wig.” Joe teased you, knowing that you hated it.
Actually, Joe wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful, as always, but he wasn't bold enough to do it.
"Shut up or I'll take your wig off." You threatened him, he mocked you and rested his head on your shoulder.
And after that, Gwilym ordered everybody to join him. He came up with the beat of a new song he had been working on. Suddenly, all of you were clapping your hands at the third beat as Rami appeared and apologized for being late. He asked what was going on and Gwilym explained he wanted to give the audience a song they could perform and be part of it and you all began to sing and clap your hands.
"Cut!" The director shouted.
And everything was done. There were no scenes left, nothing else. After that, Rami suggested to go and have coffee. All of you were sat on the floor and drinking your coffee.
"I can't believe it's our last day." You said.
"I still remember the very first time you were on set." Gwilym said. "And the odd American accent." he moved his gaze from you to Joe and laughed.
"Oh no, please, I'm still ashamed of that." You begged him not no bring that back.
Memories from set were mentioned as you took a sip of coffee. You had a big smile on your face as you remembered probably one of the best days of your life and the best memory on set.
"Who's coming over?" You asked Rami, who was taking his crown off and put in on your head, you laughed.
"I don't know, darling. Maybe some fans." He shrugged. He got used to talking like Freddie.
After Freddie's party scene in Garden Lodge, the director suggedted to take a break and said that they had some guests on set that day.
"I thought we were going to film the I want to break free music video now." Gwilym said thoughtful with his hand on his chin.
"Hey mates, look who are here today!" Ben said as he, Joe and Lucy stood next to you, Rami and Gwilym and pointed at the door.
You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw them.
Brian May and Roger Taylor were a few feet away from you. Brian and Roger, from Queen, your favorite band, your idols.
"Hey folks, How are you doing today?" Asked Brian with a charming smile.
Everybody greeted them but you. You were in shock, your face was as white as a sheet and your jaw was slacked. Lucy seemed to notice you and held your hand.
Joe put his hand in your back and rubbed it softly. “Let’s go outside and catch some fresh air.”
“Hey, who’s this pretty lady?” Roger asked. He took off his black glasses.
“(Y/n) are you okay?” Lucy asked worried and the four men next to you turned to look.
Oh God, you were absolutely nervous. Never in your craziest dreams you thought about having this opportunity. You knew that Brian and Roger sometimes visited the set but you didn’t think they would do it a day you were there.
“I-I-I’m (Y/n)...” you extended your shaky hand. “Oh sorry for this, but I’m a big fan of Queen and...Oh God I can’t believe it!” Roger laughed and took your hand and shook it. You thought you were going to faint. You could feel your knees weaken.
“No! I’m okay” You were shaking.
“Wow, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve seen some pictures of you here on set with these amazing people, you’re doing amazing.” He said and Brian nodded.
“We’re finally meeting!” Brian said and you smiled with watery eyes.
Joe wondered what made you deal with so much pain, you'd never said anything about that. He felt his heart broke at the mere thought of you being in pain.
Brian and Roger were absolutely grateful for your words.
“I feel like I’m dreaming.” You laughed nervously. “You guys don’t have an idea of how much I appreciate you, your music helped me to heal so much pain and I will be forever grateful for that. I wanna show you something.” You said as you uncover your left wrist from your sleeve. You had a beautiful butterfly tattooed and under it, a lyric from one of your favorite songs by Queen, Spread your wings. “I’ve had this for over 12 years now and one of my biggest wishes was to show it to both of you someday and to thank you for everything."
“I’m glad our music help you in any possible way.” Brian said “And your tattoo is amazing. John would be very pleased If he saw it” You smiled.
“I love it.” Roger said. “Hey Bri, why don’t we take a photo with her for Instagram?”
“That would be nice.”
Oh my God.
"Let me be your photographer." Rami asked Brian for his phone and took some photos of your tattoo and others of you with them. A few minutes after that, your phone buzzed. Queen has tagged you on a post.
@OfficialQueenMusic: “So glad to meet a fan today that will be part of our upcoming movie. Thank you for sharing your story with us @(y/n)(y/s/n) #BohemianRhapsody”
That was, by far, the best day of your entire life.
“Hey, come back to Earth, where are you?” Ben asked moving a hand in your face. You shook your head.
“I was thinking about the first time I met Brian and Roger.” You blushed and he laughed.
“Oh, the day you almost pass out” Ben joked and you slapped him on his arm. “Hey, Am I telling a lie?”
“Of course I almost pass out, my eyes were lucky to see Brian and Roger in person.” You and Ben giggled.
“I’m going to miss you, do you know that?” Ben asked.
“So do I!” You hugged him. Smiling. "You know I'm going to visit you."
Those weeks on set made you realize how lucky you were to find such incredible people. After years and years of being alone in your misery. After the countless nights you cried yourself to sleep and feeling like a piece of shit for being so alone in this world, everything was making sense now.
You never told them about what you had been through. Being a teenager wasn’t easy. You wanted people to destroy the concept that your teenage years are supposed to be fun and those are the best years of your life because when you hit your late 20s, responsibilities are hard to manage and everything seems to be falling apart. Why couldn’t you be happy now?
Now, that you were 30, that everything was left behind. You wished you could say that you were a happy teenager and you didn’t have to fake a smile and pretend everything was okay. There were days you barely could get out of your house and see other people, or even worse, some days you couldn’t get out of bed and shower because there wasn’t any motivation at all. And no one understood. No one knew how hard it was being you, having such an stressful life that you worried about every little thing and it seemed you would never be at peace. You never felt safe. How hard it was to interact with others without thinking that they just did it to be nice to you or that they were desperately waiting for you to shut your fucking mouth. Isolation didn’t feel right. Loneliness didn’t feel right. Nothing felt right at all. You couldn’t keep pretending to be happy, you needed a reason to keep holding on, something that made you believe that your life was going to change, you wanted to be back on your feet and to know that all of that pain was gone.
Maybe it wasn’t so hard to be you, and eventually, you would find out where you belonged. You felt it was taking forever and you couldn’t wait for things to get better. You knew that someday things would be better and that your day would come. Sometimes you wished someone would save you, but you knew that you had to save yourself. If only you could find what you've been looking for. "How could this happen to me? "was the only thing that was always on your mind. You were sick of this life, you wanted to scream. You felt out of place, you were sick of feeling so left out.
And at that moment, you knew that your 18-year-old-self would be proud of you. Proud of the woman you had become and that now, all of your worries were left behind. You didn’t have to worry about that again, but it was still hard to open your heart and tell people about it. You weren’t embarrassed, it was part of you, part of your story but you didn’t want people to pity you.
You didn’t realize you were almost crying until Joe spoke.
“What’s going on?” He hugged you. Your vision was blurry, it was difficult for you to see clearly. You wiped your tears with your thumb and you chuckled.
“I’m very emotional today. I’m grateful for everything that this movie brought me, especially the five of you.��
There was a broad smile on Joe’s face. “Well, I’m glad you say that because you won’t get rid of me so easily, huh?” He joked. Joe always knew how to make you smile. But he was right, you lived like 30 minutes away from him, you would see each other everyday. “I have a list of places we’re visiting after coming back to New York.”
“That’s why I love you.” You hugged him again. He smiled.
Joe felt something on his chest. He wished that I love you meant something else than being loved as a friend, but at the same time, he didn’t want to feel like this, he didn’t want to be in love again. Since his last girlfriend cheated on him with his friend, he couldn’t feel anything for someone. All of his dates failed and he decided to take some time for himself.
But there was something Joe couldn’t deny, when you were near, everything seemed so easy, he could look into your eyes and forget the world.
“I love you even more.”
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Midnight Pools in Hollywood
Cliff Booth x reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: talking about sex, some teasing and shirtless brad pitt phew
Author’s Note: I loved loved loved this. Like the whole thing, I love it. I couldn’t figure out how to get an old hollywood au started but I CLIFF! BRAD! I really like this one oh my gosh golly geez
Summary: Rick's pool and fireworks and laughter and summer and Hollywood
Genre: FLUFF
Song:
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“What?!” you leaned back in the little trailer as Cliff moved to open the front door of it. You were getting out Brandys food. Cliff had just gotten back from driving around Rick all afternoon and even a shoot around noon today. He was in the middle of telling you all about it when he left out of the door which cut him off. He opened the door again and held up some papers that he had left in the car.
“Sorry I had to get some shit from the car. Anyway I saw this chick needing a ride somewhere and it’s the second time I’ve seen her so I thought it was funny. Think I might pick her up if I see her again.” You nodded and shrugged.
“As long as you don’t let her suck your dick babe. But what were you saying about Ricks earlier?” He had to think about that for a minute and you dropped Brandys food in her bowl before whistling as she ran over to you. You walked over to the counter in the small place.
“He said something about the pool. I can’t remember,” he said with a small chuckle, leaning onto the other side of the counter, a small smirk on his face as he faced you.
“Was it that we could use the pool?” you questioned. He raised an eyebrow.
“Why would we-”
“Because I called him at the set earlier and said we were coming over to raid his place and he agreed.” He shook his head with a laugh. “Come on we haven’t gone out in forever and if you plan to be giving some other hippie girl some ride then maybe we should raid Ricks. Come on Cliff,” you pleaded and put your elbow on the counter and then your head on your palm. He laughed and looked at Brandy who had just finished her food.
“Can you believe this one?” he asked, pointing at you. You rolled your eyes and put your head on his shoulder from across the counter. He finally just kissed your head and nodded.
“I guess I wouldn’t mind doing some raiding tonight like we’re in our twenties.” You clapped and moved away from him.
“Should I grab a swimsuit? Should I grab yours?” He gave you a look, still leaning against the counter. You nodded. “No swimsuits. Got it. Come on!” You grabbed his arm and dragged him out into the night air. You smiled and he made a big show about letting you drag him along. You threw yourself into the passenger seat of Ricks car and Cliff started it, backing out of the small back of the drive in.
The night was a nice California one. It was nearly perfect, Cliffs hand loosely on your thigh, your shorts hiking up just a bit and your shirt just perfectly almost fitting but not fitting. It was hot and humid but also had a light breeze. You adored the summer. You turned to Cliff. You adored Cliff too.
It wasn’t long before he pulled into Ricks driveway. There was another car in front of you going to the house above Ricks.
“You know Roman Polanski lives up there?” he questioned. Your eyes went wide.
“With Sharon Tate?” you asked, sitting up and moving your foot off the dashboard.
“Yeah. I’ve seen em.”
“The Valley Of The Dolls is my everything Cliff. Sorry I have to move in with Rick, I can't be with you anymore,” you said seriously and he rolled his eyes, turning off the car and getting out. You followed him and smiled, putting your arms on the hood of the car.
“I’m going to make some drinks if Rick hasn’t already.” You nodded.
“Maybe I should make Rick some drinks, you know butter him up so I can move in with him,” you teased and followed him into the house. Rick was sitting in the living room and you walked over, throwing your arms around him from the back.
“H-hey babe, glad you could make it,” he teased and you kissed his cheek before standing up again.
“I’m about to go ride Cliff in the pool but do you want a margarita before I kick you out of your home?” you asked, walking to the kitchen. Cliff rolled his eyes and handed you some ice he had gotten out. Rick turned off the recording he was listening to and stood up.
“Well I ain’t about to t-turn down a drink,” he said, walking to where you were standing. You pointed at Cliff and then turned to Rick.
“Go get me a floatie. Did you know that your neighbor is Sharon Tate? Because I am in love with her,” you said before starting the mixer.
After making more than you needed and leaving a lot of it with Rick you walked outside, holding two glasses in your hands. Cliff was throwing a floatie in from the pool shed when he saw you.
“I have brought drinks and knocked out Dalton,” you called. He walked over and you handed him a drink before putting yours down on the side of the pool. You looked at him and at the view from the pool and smiled.
“Are you supposed to get in after me?” he asked, taking a drink. You took his aviators off his shirt and put them beside your drink.
“I will get in but you have to take off your shirt,” you said pointing at him. His eyes went wide and he smirked before putting his hands on your shoulders and moving you closer to him before shoving you back. You landed in the pool with a splash, your shirt clinging to you. You laughed and he took off his shirt before putting his drink down and throwing his t-shirt to the side as well and got in, his splash hitting your face as he came in. You swam to the floatie and hoisted yourself up onto the little chair.
“Ah don’t even think about it,” he called and grabbed your waist before shoving you back into the water with him, causing you to submerge and laugh when you came up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and clung to him so he couldn’t bring you down without bringing himself down as well.
Your face was close to his and you admired his features in the pool lights.
“Do you think Sharon Tate can see us?” you whispered and he chuckled, causing you to laugh as well.
“I think she’s asleep like the rest of the world.” You rolled your eyes and kissed him gently, hands on the nape of his neck. You let your legs drop to the shallow end of the pool so you could touch and push yourself closer to him.
You kissed him harsher and only stopped when you heard the sliding glass door open.
“I would prefer you keep it PG-13 out here while I sleep,” Rick called, holding the whole blender cup in his hand. You laughed and turned to him, Cliff wrapping his arms around you from the back.
“Rick go inside,” you told him. He gave you a look and you felt Cliff grab your shirt and slip the wet fabric off of you and throw it aside.
“If Roman Polanski sees the two of you going at it you could get arrested-” he pointed the blender at you- “and I’m n-not going to pay for it buddy.” You slid out of Cliffs grip and swam to the edge of the pool.
“Babe, don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about it.” He pointed it at you one more and then at Cliff to whom he gave a look and then a wink. Cliff swam over to you and you fell back into his grasp.
“Goodnight Rick,” Cliff called. He rolled his eyes and closed the door. You leaned back into Cliffs chest and smiled dreamily at the stars above the pool. He looked at you and wondered how the hell he got there, talking about Roman Polanski and Sharon Tate in a pool in Hollywood with you.
You turned back around with every intention of kissing him again when you heard the loud boom of fireworks from down the hill. Your eyes went wide and you both looked over there, seeing the end product of some sparkles in the sky.
You swam over to the other end of the pool and Cliff followed as your eyes followed the new lights that had entered the black in the night sky. You leaned into Cliffs side and he wrapped his arms back around you as the booms echoed through the sky.
“I know one thing for sure,” Cliff started and you glanced at him in acknowledgement, “Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski aren’t seeing the view I am.” He looked down at you and then the fireworks and you couldn’t help yourself from kissing him again, clinging to his neck, a smile on your face.
“Well they’ve never had a night so perfect,” you promised when you pulled away. He ran a hand through his hair.
“Well shit babe,” he teased. You rolled your eyes and another firework went off before you kissed him again.
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