#okay so they’d get off on the wrong foot but I feel like at some point OM Lucifer’s brothers would call at the same time-
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Steve Harrington x fem!reader
[3.4K] request from anon: what about Steve teaching reader how to really kiss? Like she’s only ever had bad ones before?
“Sloppy?” Steve grimaced, smiling through your word choice despite the disappointment he felt for you.
You shrugged, nose crinkled as you remembered. “Yeah. Wet, y’know? And not like— it was just too much…tongue.”
There was a silence, a sad kind that filled the room. Steve wasn’t sure what to say. You kind of regretted telling the boy. So you sighed and shrugged it off again, biting the head off of red Sour Patch Kid.
“Maybe I just don’t like making out,” you sounded defeated and Steve hated it, frowning as he watched you chew your candy mournfully, your back pressed to the side of his unmade bed. “That’s normal, right? Like, some people just don’t like things like that and—”
“Hey, hey,” Steve knocked his foot against yours, legs stretched out across his bedroom floor. The pack of playing cards had been abandoned beside some unopened twizzlers and Steve’s can of cherry soda. “Look, of course that’s normal. And— and if that’s how you feel, that’s totally okay, alright?”
The boy hesitated, worried his bottom lip between his teeth and wondered if he should keep talking. You watched him, brows raised expectantly.
“I just think—” Steve cleared his throat, his pointer finger dragging patterned across his carpet. He shrugged, all faux nonchalance. He didn’t want to sound like a creep, not to his best friend. Not to you. “I just think that maybe you’ve not had a good kiss, y’know?”
You didn’t answer, not right away. And Steve didn’t try and backtrack, or explain himself, he just waited, watching you think. His bedroom window was open, the sounds of the early evening slipping through. Someone’s backyard pool filter, their sprinklers out the front, the quiet spin of a kids bike going down the sidewalk.
You didn’t look at Steve when you finally asked, “well, what is a good kiss?”
You felt stupid, asking such a thing at your age but maybe you’d grown up picking all the wrong kinds of guys. Impatient boys, greedy boys, selfish boys. Boys who turned into men who didn’t have the time of day to take it slow with a girl like you. Boys who thought they were men, who used too much teeth and tongue and pressure and tasted like cheap party beer and the leftover smoke of their cigarette.
Guys who got too handsy too quick, guys who didn’t care that when they pulled away from your lips, you swiped the back of your hand over your mouth and tried not to frown.
Steve shifted a little, cheeks turning pink as his eyes found yours. “Well,” he gestured at you, awkward. His gaze settled on your lips before he blinked and looked away. “I mean, it helps when you really like the person, y’know? The uh, the chemistry of it all.”
You swallowed, throat feeling tight, chest feeling too warm. You remember Nancy talking about those kinds of feelings when she first kissed Jonathan, a dopey, soft smile on her lips as she recounted it, telling you of the buzz under her skin, the flips that her stomach did when he leaned in to meet her, eyes closing.
“Sure,” you agreed. You don’t think you’d ever felt that way about the boys you had kissed. “Right.”
“But I guess you’re supposed to take your time with it? I mean, at first, when you’re getting to know someone.” Steve smiled, soft, reassuring. His knee knocked yours. “You find out what they like.”
“What they like?” You asked, voice cracking a little. You didn’t know where to look, what to do with your hands. You picked up a green sour patch and bit its leg. “What does that mean?”
Steve looked bashful, miles apart from the boy you’d know in high school, with a girl on his arm in the hallways, a different one in his lap at a party that weekend.
“I’d, uh, I mean— person A would go slow with person B, right? They’d start soft. Gentle, I guess? You gotta— they’d have to figure out how the other person likes to be kissed. Not everyone shoves their tongue down your throat, y’know.”
You huffed out a laugh but it sounded weak, too breathy. You wanted the boy to keep talking, you wanted to watch his pink cheeks and his pretty eyes dart across your face, like he was searching for something.
You wondered if he’d find it.
“Not everyone?” You whispered.
“No,” Steve shook his head, his smile wry. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and he was closer now, closer than before and you could smell his cologne, the cherry soda fizz that hung in the air along with Mr Jackson’s freshly mown grass. “No, no, not everyone. I’d give the girl a peck at first, yeah? Just something PG-13. Then, when she relaxes and you know, she moves closer, kisses me back, I’d—”
Steve broke off, blinking like he was getting rid of something hazy. He’d been looking at you as he spoke, words coming too easy, the air between you both warm despite the setting sun. He licked his lips, suddenly nervous, awkward again, a bashful thing that made him suddenly even more endearing than you thought he ever could be.
“You’d what, Steve?” You blinked, feeling warm, wondering if the boy could tell. You didn’t know what to do so you moved, leaning forward until you could fold your legs underneath yourself and your thigh bumped Steve’s shin. “You’d what?”
Steve’s eyes searched yours, his gaze falling to your lips and back again. You thought he found it then, that thing he seemed to be looking for. Because he cleared his throat and let one hand fall to the carpet between you, his fingers brushing over your socked toes and you almost jumped at the contact.
The silence was too loud now.
“I could show you, if you wanted.”
Someone’s lawn mower started up a few yards over, white noise buzzing in the distance as you tried to take in what Steve had just said. He was watching you, head tilted to the side, cheeks still rosy and when you looked at him carefully, you could see the barely concealed panic in his brown eyes.
He pressed his lips together and tried to smile, tight and nervous and he was picking at the carpet, fingers fidgeting as you sat there dumbly. You heard the shake in his voice when he tried to say, “I am—,” he choked on his words, panicked. “—so, so sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“Steve,” you stopped the boy with a hand on his shin, your warm palm against the denim. “We’re friends, right?”
The word seemed to burn on your tongue, like it tasted like a lie, like it was as dangerous as one. You waited, breath held, wondering if you wanted Steve to agree or not.
“Yeah,” he nodded, suddenly so serious. “Yeah, yeah, ‘course we are.” He worried at his bottom lip again, looking at your own. “Best friends.”
You nodded, tongue feeling too big for your mouth to speak. Words felt clumsy, your skin too warm. Buzzing. Fizzing. You weren’t sure if it was you or the air.
“Show me.”
You thought Steve would maybe hesitate, maybe he’d back out or shout, ‘got you!’ like those prank shows Dustin liked to watch. You thought he’d maybe lay down some rules, maybe he’d tell you how this didn’t mean anything and really, he was only doing his sad friend a favour.
He didn’t do any of that. In fact he didn’t say anything else at all. Steve just let out a breath and nodded once, almost to himself before he let his hand curl around the back of your calf and he tugged, gentle.
He lifted his chin, a casual ‘c’mere’ that had your heart thundering and you wondered if this confidence, this way of acting so sure of himself, was how he got all the girls.
A quiet sort of assertiveness that made your stomach flip inside out.
You unfurled yourself from your sitting position, shuffling to your knees as you moved across Steve’s bedroom floor, bare shins burning against the carpet. You leaned back on your heels, brought yourself down to Steve’s level where he sat against his wall, legs stretched out before him.
He didn’t warn you when he brought his hand to your face, fingers cupping your cheek and his thumb brushed the corner of your mouth and you were suddenly left wondering when Steve’s hands had gotten so big. You’d watched him grow, from a middle school kid to king Steve the senior. You’d seen the new muscles, the height, the hair. You’d never noticed his hands before but now they were on you, it’s all you could think about.
Dizzy. You felt dizzy.
“Okay?” Was all he asked, voice softer and quieter now he was so much closer.
You nodded, face too warm and licking across your bottom lip like a reflex. You weren’t sure where to look. Or where to put your hands. Most kisses you’d shared had happened in the crowds at parties or in the front seat of a boy’s car after a date. You usually lay your palms on their shoulders, holding on and wondering if every boy took these opportunities to grope your ass like a pile of dough.
“We can stop,” Steve told you. He looked nervous and if anything, it made you feel more anxious than ever. “Whenever you want, ‘kay?”
You nodded again, unable to really speak, too scared that your voice would crack or something equally stupid would happen. And maybe Steve knew this, maybe he knew you so much better than you ever thought he would, because he smiled and nodded too.
“Okay,” he announced, quiet and soft and he was moving closer, noses bumping, his eyes fluttering shut. “Here goes.”
“Wait.”
Steve paused, gaze back on your own and he looked concerned, he looked worried and before he could ask you what was wrong you were sucking in a panicked breath and asking: “what if I’m the bad kisser?”
“What?” Steve let out a laugh, breathy and disbelieving and he was still so close, his hand on your jaw and his thumb rubbing absentmindedly over the apple of your cheek. He was shaking his head, smiling, looking too pretty and suddenly this seemed like a monumental thing, something gargantuan. “No, there’s no way.”
You squirmed on the floor, shifting further and then closer and Steve loosened his hold on you but you didn’t go anywhere. You just blinked at him, pained with worry. “How could you know?”
Steve paused as he thought and you wondered if he had an answer, if he was going to say something truthful or he was simply thinking of something sweet to say to placate you. Instead, he looked into your eyes and seemed to search for that… thing, again.
I— I just—” Steve didn’t say anything, he didn’t give you an explanation or a reason.
He simply pressed his lips to yours.
It was chaste and sweet and entirely innocent, lips closed and nothing close to scandalous. But then he parted from you just a breath, looking at you from heavy lidded eyes, watching you from beneath his lashes. And when you didn’t move, you didn’t panic, Steve leaned in again, kissing you the same way until he nudged your chin up with his hand and his lips slotted between your own.
He moved slowly, carefully, with a practised ease that made your toes curl and it was still sweet, it made your tummy warm and your head spin and Steve’s lips were soft, tasting like cherry soda and sugar.
You caught up after a beat or two, your hand that wasn’t braced on the floor reaching up to cling to where you could reach. Your fingers found the collar of Steve’s t-shirt, fisting the soft material and doing everything to make sure he didn’t move away. You moved with him, lips meeting and parting over and over until Steve sucked in a breath and tilted his head to the other side, pressing closer, a little deeper.
After another soft peck, he pulled away, eyes still closed and his thumb on your chin as he whispered, voice hoarse. “See? Nothin’ to worry about.” He brushed your hair behind your ear, pressed his fingers under your jaw. “And now, a guy should be testing the waters, right?”
“They should?” You whispered back. Your eyes were still closed too, your fingers sneaking up past Steve’s collar to stroke at the skin at the base of his throat, experimental, adventurous. “How’d they do that?”
You were sure you felt the boy smile, sensed it. A warm breath across your lips as he moved closer again. “Like this—”
Another kiss, the same as before, once, twice and then Steve was parting his mouth over your own and letting the tip of his tongue lick over your bottom lip. It was a fleeting touch, a zap, a buzz, a tingle down your spine and you gasped without thinking about it, lips parting for the boy and you followed suit, tongue moving past Steve’s lips to meet his own.
He groaned then, a vibration against you, his hand skating back from your cheek to thread into your hair and he let his tongue move over your own, lips clicking every time they parted. It was slower than you’d been kissed before, something sensual about it despite being sat on your best friend’s bedroom floor and it made your insides somersault, the skin where Steve slouched burning.
“Told you,” he murmured, breath heavy as he spoke. “Nothing to worry about,” he repeated and when you finally opened your eyes to look at him, face blazing with heat, Steve was looking at you like he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Mhmm,” you agreed, barely listening, eyes still on the boy’s mouth, fingering the collar of his shirt, not ready to let go yet. “You must be a good teacher, or something.”
Steve looked distracted, Adam’s apple bobbing, gaze on your lips too. You weren’t sure he had stopped looking at them. “Yeah, yeah. Or something.” He swallowed, throat tight. “Do you wanna stop? Or—?”
“No,” you said, maybe too quickly. “Do you?”
“God, no,” Steve agreed just as fast. “You can keep going— just— what do you want…?”
Steve’s words died on his lips as you moved suddenly, rising to your knees only to push Steve back to the wall. His hands fell to his sides, hovering in mid air as he stared, watching as you swung a leg over his knees and sat carefully on his lap. You were cautious, more on his thighs that closer to anything else but you tried to breathe evenly as you took in the position.
“Okay?” You asked him, voice caught sticky in your throat with nerves but Steve nodded, head bobbing hurriedly. You sucked in a breath, smoothing your hands over Steve’s shoulders before you did as he had, smoothing them up the sides of his neck and holding his jaw carefully. “What do I do now?”
‘Whatever you want,’ Steve wanted to beg. But apparently this was a lesson of sorts and he had something to teach you. So he cleared his throat to make sure his voice wouldn’t crack and held your hips, hands gentle and polite. “You, uh, you find out what I like.”
You nails scratched at the back of his neck, unconsciously. You licked your lips. “How do I do that?”
Steve’s hands flexed on your hips, climbing to your waist, holding you a little tighter. Something seemed to shift then, his eyes lighting up. He looked like he was ready to fight, like you’d asked him if he were up for a challenge. It made you grin.
“Kiss me.”
So you did.
You did as Steve had at the start, kissing him soft and slow and chaste, pulling away before he could catch you, teasing, nose bumping his and breaths mixing, cherry soda to fizzy candy. And just before Steve was about to groan, frustrated, you shifted closer, chest pressed to his and you parted your lips, catching his bottom lip between your own.
It was a greedier kiss and Steve let his head fall back against the wall with a dull thunk, opening his mouth for you, nails digging into your sides when you licked over his tongue, exploratory, gentle. You felt him nod, the tip of his nose smushed to your cheek and you smiled, amused at his praise.
“Like that?” You asked, breathless, barley parting from him to speak.
“Yeah, like that,” Steve agreed, sounding just as wrecked. “Keep going, please.”
He didn’t have to ask again. Fuck, he didn’t even have to ask as nicely as he did because you were back on him in a heartbeat, kissing your best friend like you didn’t want him to remember anyone else.
“Slower,” he whispered, muttering instructions against your mouth and you didn’t feel scolded, you didn’t feel embarrassed you just followed Steve’s instructions, pulling back slightly to kiss him softer, lips moving with his slower, slower, slower.
You heard him groan, felt his chest rumble and his hands squeeze at you in silent praise and you knew then he liked it like that, liked to be teased. You nosed at his cheek, did as he had done and pushed your thumb under his jaw to bring his mouth up to yours, his head tipping back, back, back. You pecked over his cheeks then, over the bridge of his nose and at the corner of his lips until he was panting, waiting for you.
“Yeah?” Was all you asked.
“Yeah,” he hummed, feeling like he was vibrating. He let his eyes shutter closed, waiting for your next touch. “Yeah.”
You felt bolder, brazen, pushing your lips back to Steve’s and when you pulled away this time, you nipped at the boy’s bottom lip, pulling at it gently with your teeth and until it popped softly back into place and Steve swore, he cursed, he grunted and his hips shifted under yours.
“You like that,” you noted with a smile and it wasn’t a question.
Steve didn’t speak, he couldn’t. Instead he stared up at you and nodded, dazed, throat bobbing as he swallowed tightly and tried to get himself under control.
You moved into each other again without discussion, an unconscious need that didn’t need a conversation. Your hands went to his hair, holding onto the messy ends at the nape of his neck as his travelled the expanse of your back, fingertips lifting the hem of your shirt every downstroke, his skin on yours. It was enough for you to make soft noises against him, nudging closer and Steve helped, his hands pulling at your waist until your chest pressed against his and were seated over his crotch.
You felt him then, hard and pressed underneath his jeans and it made you kiss him like you had something to prove, mouths moving together, open and panting, tongues touching teasingly, teeth grazing against lips to try and make the other moan louder.
And when Steve’s garage door opened, a groaning, grating sound below his window, it was an interruption that told you both his father had arrived home.
You slid from his lap, chest heaving and eyes heavy on Steve’s pink cheeks. His lips were shiny from your work, his hands leaving your waist at the very last second, your butt hitting his carpet rather ungracefully as you backed away, suddenly so aware of the line that had been crossed.
You were burning still, an ache between your legs that hadn’t quite been satisfied and your lips buzzed from Steve’s kisses, the slow, careful way he’d pressed his to your own. He’d paid attention, you realised, picked up on every noise you made, every shift against him, the way you kissed him back eagerly when he did something you liked. And you’d done the same, taking in his gasps and sighs, stomach flipping when his hips bucked and his chest moved a little quicker than before.
Your fingers touched your bottom lip before you pressed the back of your hand to it, as if to hide the evidence. Steve was still staring at you, panting, doing nothing to hide the obvious bulge in his jeans.
And when his front door opened and closed and you could hear his fathers footsteps lead into his office, Steve stayed quiet. Only when the sound of the door clicking shut filled the silent house did he smile, boyish and all charm.
“See?” He reminded you, cheeks still burning. His hair was a mess from where you’d pulled on it. He looked rumpled, undone at the seams. “Told you, you weren’t a bad kisser.”
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JJK || Orange peel theory
Warning: none
Genre: fluff
Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna
A/n: don’t get a s/o like Sukuna 💀
[ While scrolling through your tiktok feed you’ve seen multiple videos of people asking their significant others to peel their orange for them, not because they’re incapable of doing it themselves but it was to see if they’d do it out of love for their partner. ]
Gojo ྀི
Gojo would instantly peel it.
"Babe?" You instantly hear foot steps rounding the corner from his home office. "Yeah, pretty girl?"
"Will you get me an orange off the counter?" He hums and walks over, taking one out of the dish, "Here you go, babe." You gaze down at the orange, then back up at him.
"Will you peel it for me please it?" You ask with a slight pout, and he nods without hesitation, bringing the orange back to the kitchen and returning with it peeled and cut onto a platter for you.
"Awee, babe, you didn't have to; I was testing you," you giggle, feeling awful. He shrugged, "Why test me? I would peel a hundred oranges for you if I had to."
“You’re the best boo” you cooed pinching his cheek.
Suguru ྀི
He’d peel it but he’d ask why just because he’s concerned.
“Babyyy,” You poked Geto with your toe while he sat across from you on the couch reading. He hums and begins to rub your calf up and down, "Would you please get an orange and peel it for me?" He looks up at you with curiosity, but then gets up to get you your orange. He brings you a peeled orange in a napkin and kisses your forehead.
"Do you feel okay? Do you feel sick? "You got a headache again?" You shook your head, hardly concealing a grin.
"I'm okay baby I just wanted to see if you'd peel it for me that's all" he glanced at you with a puzzled expression, "why wouldn't I it's just an orange."
"I don't know, it's just a silly test some women put on their lovers to see if they'll do it, and if they do, it means they love them." He gave you a blank stare for a second before shaking his head.
"Babe that's the most silliest thing I've ever heard."
You sighed "You risked getting orange peel under your fingernails to make me happy, since I didn't want to peel the orange and get my hands sticky and wet- It has a deeper meaning," you reasoned, attempting to convince him, but he merely let out an amused chuckle.
"Well if peeling oranges makes you happy then I'll do it everyday for you."
Nanami ྀི
Another one who’d peel it without you asking literally, but he also knew what you were up to.
"Sweetheart you mind handing me an orange off the counter?" You ask innocently while sitting on the couch watching television. Nanami agreed, began peeling your orange, and handed it to you.
"Here, pretty girl. I ahead and peeled it because I know you dislike having your nails filthy.” You accepted the orange with a smile and said thank you. Nanami was a compassionate man who would do anything to satisfy you and make your life simpler. If you're happy, he is happy. So you knew he'd peel an orange, you just wanted to have some fun.
"You know you're so such a wonderful boyfriend right?" You praised him while admiring his chiseled features, he blushed and smiled.
"Thank you baby, but you know you don't have to test my love with some silly orange peel theory?" Your lips fell immediately as you felt your ears begin to burn from embarrassment.
"How'd you know?!"
"You play your tiktoks insanely loud," he chuckled as you became flustered. "You know I give you anything you want, so stop with the silly games," he said, stroked your hair and kissed the top.
Sukuna ྀི
Come on…this man ain’t doing shit.
"Sukuna babe can you please get me an orange and peel it?" Sukuna looks at you, "What's wrong with you? Why can't you go get it yourself?"
You gave him a blank stare, not expecting that response.
"Because I want you to get it, I like it when you do stuff for me… please?" You bring out the puppy dog eyes.
"Woman, your legs aren't broken, go get it yourself," you scoff at his reply.
"Ugh you ass!"
"No not an ass just lazy, by the way while your up grab me one too." In your wrath, you tossed a cushion from your sofa at him, but he caught it before it hit his face.
“You lazy fuck!” You sat there with your arms crossed visibly upset, it was quiet for a while your dumb boyfriend watched TV.
“Fine! I’ll go get your stupid orange-“
“No I don’t want the orange you dummy I wanted to see if you’d get the orange without causing a problem it was a test and you clearly failed!”
“…so you don’t want the orange?” You let out a groan of annoyance getting up to leave the living room.
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Better Boyfriend than Him (18+) pt. 4
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Preview: you and Jessie have your first date
Warnings: some discussion of sex, suggestive, mention on masturbation, some cursing I think
WC: 3.2k (short and sweet)
A/N: this is the most tame chapter so far, it’s also the shortest chapter so far, limited sexual content (sorry to disappoint), more smut is coming in the next part
You were in the middle of getting ready, deciding between shirts when an aggressive knocking came from your door. Checking your phone you saw it was 5:38, you had to leave to pick up Jessie in 7 minutes. You could just ignore whoever was at the door, maybe it was just a solicitor and they’d leave when they decide no one is home. That plan fails as the banging becomes more harsh.
With a frustrated huff you throw on your sleep shirt that was lying on the floor and head toward the front door. You open the door and much to your surprise, Jessie is standing in front of you. It takes a second for you to register that she’s there. She’s wearing a dress shirt and slacks and has a sport jacket in one hand and a large handful of flowers in the other.
“What are you doing here?” You don’t mean to accuse her but you were supposed to be picking her up at 6, and here she was at your doorstep.
“These are for you.” She holds out the bouquet of flowers to you. She has a shy smile on her face, for a second her appearance doesn’t seem to resemble your best friend at all. For one she rarely was dressed up like this, you had maybe seen her in a dress shirt once when she had to give a presentation and she complained about not being able to wear a regular shirt all day. She also looks nervous. Nervous wasn’t a look she expressed often, she usually was oozing with confidence, but here she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her hand extended holding the flowers as she looked at you.
“Thanks.” You take the flowers from her and she follows you inside and to the kitchen. You dig around for a vase to put the flowers in and end up just picking a large water bottle, not having a vase as a college student. Before you’re able to scold her for being so early and throwing off your plans Jessie starts to explain herself.
“Sorry I’m early, and I know you were supposed to be picking me up, I just got nervous at home and I panicked and you’re the one I come to when I’m nervous so that’s what I did.” She’s playing with her fingers, cracking her knuckles and picking at her skin on her thumb.
“That’s okay.” You can tell she’s nervous and unsure so you decide against telling her off for messing up your scheduling. “I just need to finish getting ready, I thought I had a few more minutes. Just give me a second, okay?”
“Yeah, sorry again.” Jessie apologies as she moves over to your couch. Giving her one last look with a smile you head back into your bedroom.
Back in your room you rummage through your closet, still not being able to pick out what to wear. If this was any other day and you were unsure of an outfit you’d call Jessie You’d FaceTime her, shower her the options and asking which top you should wear on your date. Only you couldn’t call her now since she was the date. She was waiting in the other room, you couldn’t call her.
Nerves were starting to build in your stomach, maybe this was a bad idea. You take a deep breath, feeling lightheaded suddenly at the realization that you were about to try and date your best friend. Moving across the room, you sit down on your bed. You sit for a minute, trying to not think of all the things that could go wrong, except it seems all you can think of are all the things that could go so very wrong.
If this goes poorly you could never see her again. You’d never be able to text her, you’d never talk with her late into the night. No more coffee runs, no more drives in the car, no more studying and helping her with classes, none of it. She’d no longer be your friend, your friend with benefit, she’d become a stranger. No more passing notes in class when you’re both too bored to pay attention. No more sharing a blanket on the couch where you both fall asleep and you wake up nuzzled into her. No more calling her when you need advice. She’d be gone from your life if these dates fail. Feeling your chest get tight you lay back resting your head on the bed, trying to force air into your lungs as you breathe.
Focusing on breathing, a usual mindless habit, becomes harder than you ever thought it could be. Your small panic attack is interrupted by a soft knock on the door. You don’t say anything and the door handle turns and in walks Jessie.
“Are you alright?” You hadn’t realized how much time had passed, it was nearing ten past six.
You sit up looking at her, you can feel the tears welling in your eyes and you probably have red cheeks from struggling to breathe for the past couple of minutes.
“Hey what’s wrong?” Jessie says seeing your appearance. She moves over to sit next to you, wrapping her arm around your waist. She holds you tight, it relaxes you for a moment. The relaxation is quickly replaced with more nerves when you have the thought that if your date goes poorly, you wouldn’t be able to get this comfort from Jessie anymore. You stand up, out of her grasp and move away from her.
“I just don’t want to ruin this.” You gesture between the two of you. “What if we go on this date and you decide you want nothing to do with me and then we’re not friends anymore. I can’t lose you, you’re everything to me, I can’t lose my best friend.” The tears spill over as you explain yourself to Jessie.
“You’re not going to lose me.” She shakes her head at you.
“You can’t guarantee that.” A bubble of anger builds up inside your chest, she can’t just sit here and claim everything will be fine, that’s impossible for her to know, she can’t just make that false promise to you.
“I can, because I know I’m not walking away from you.” She stands up to move in front of you. “Look, even if this dating idea doesn’t work, I’ll need you in my life too. You don’t think I’m nervous too? Fuck, I’m over here worried that you’ll realize you don’t even want to date another girl.”
“Oh.” You let a small laugh escape from your lips, you hadn’t thought about the fact that Jessie would be the only girl you’ve attempted to date. Listening to her admit her own concerns make yours seem less scary, you both are in this together. Suddenly your fears start to slip away.
“Why are you laughing?” Jessie’s tone seemed upset.
“Just this feels silly, that we’re both nervous, like we already practically act like we’re dating, just without the label. We get dinner together, we hang out everyday, we sleep at each other's houses, and now we have sex. Is it silly that we’re being so nervous?”
“Yeah I guess it is.” She gives you a smile. “Are we still doing this then?”
“Only if you want? Because I do, I want to.” You respond to her.
“I want to too.”
“Okay then get out, let me finally pick a shirt and I’ll be out. Maybe we can pretend this part didn’t happen?” You gently shove her toward the door.
“As a friend, I’d wear the white top.” She adds before she walks out of your room, closing the door behind her. You smile to yourself realizing she knew that your concerns and panic had stemmed from being unable to pick between two shirts, the two shirts had been laying on your bed next to where she had sat. It made you feel reassured, at the base of everything, she was your friend first, your date second.
You move over, throwing the white top on before looking in the mirror fixing your hair and taking a deep breath looking at yourself, the tears that came down your face tried, leaving small streaks. It’s not like you had to hide that you had cried, she was there when the tears came out. You give yourself another look over before walking out and back into the living room where Jessie was standing, pacing across the room.
“Hi.” You get her attention. She turns to look at you and you see her eyes scan up and down your body.
“You look good, especially that top.” She winks at you. Her eyes trailing back down to your shirt.
“Thanks, my best friend helped me pick it. Ready to go?”
“Where are we going?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” You grab her hand and your keys and pull her out the door. What Jessie didn’t know was the second you left her apartment earlier you had called in an order to your favorite local restaurant, ordering a small feast of sandwiches, sides, and desserts for you to pick up.
You walk to the car and Jessie drops your hand running head of you and attempts to open your door for you. She pulls on the handle but the door is locked, you hold her keys up in her direction.
“Unlock it, I’m trying to be romantic and open your door for you.” She complains to you. You unlock the car, letting her open your door. She closes it once you’re in and does a quick run to the passenger side before getting in herself.
You drive to the restaurant, parking and telling Jessie you’ll be right back. You run in and grab the food, coming back to the car and placing it in the trunk where you had already packed drinks and a blanket. You hop back in the driver's seat and start up the car again. It’s quiet between the two of you, not uncomfortable silence but just quiet, the music playing filling the car.
After a few minutes of driving you pull into a vacant parking lot on a golf course situated on the top of a hill.
“You know I play soccer not golf right?” Jessie says, realizing where you were.
“The course is closed anyway, we’re not golfing.” You say to her.
You park and unbuckle before getting out of the car. Jessie meets you at the trunk and helps you carry the food along with the drinks and blanket.
“Go ahead and just put the blanket down over there.” You point at an open patch of grass.
She lays out the blanket and you place the food down before taking off your shoes and climbing onto the blanket.
“Sit.” Patting the space next to you to get her to sit down. She listens and removes her shoes as well before sitting next to you.
“This is my favorite place to watch the sunset.” Telling her why you brought her to the top of an empty golf course. “I figured we could have dinner and watch it.” You gesture to the picnic in front of you.
As time passes you feel yourself relax, feeling like it was less of a date and more just spending time with Jessie. You talk about school for a bit, bringing up the exams you have coming up. The two of you pass food back and forth, sharing nearly everything you had ordered, each having a beer from the pack. Jessie talks about soccer, you both talk about your families, excited to go home and see them at the holiday break. You break open the desserts just as the sun begins to hide. It was easy being with her.
You both watch the sunset, the sun disappearing and leaving behind the cold night. You shiver, without the sun you wish you had brought a jacket. Jessie must have noticed and she’s suddenly removing her sport coat and moving to wrap it around your body.
“Thanks.” She just smiles back at you. When she sits back down she sits closer, your legs touching.
“You know,” you nudge her knee with yours, “for someone who claims they don’t know how to date you sure are doing all the right things.”
“What does that mean?” Jessie can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic with her or serious by your comment.
“You brought flowers, opened the car door, and gave me your jacket. All those things, very chivalrous of you.”
“I’m just trying, is it too much?” You realize maybe your intended compliment has not been received well.
“No, no Jess, I really, it’s been, you’re doing perfect.” You turn to her, putting your hand on her arm to reassure her. She turns and now you’re face to face.
It was funny, as she sits here looking back at you, you suddenly feel the nerves of the first date coming back. It’s as if you had never kissed her before, as if just a couple of hours ago she hadn’t had you bent over naked screaming her name. You were frozen, wanting to lean in and put your lips on hers but feeling unsure of how to. You find your eyes moving between her lips and eyes. Her tongue quickly peaks out, wetting her bottom lip. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you both lean in.
Something about this felt so different, you had kissed Jessie maybe 100 times at this point through the weeks, but there was something so soft and gentle and innocent about the kiss you shared.
Her lips were soft, gently pressed against yours, no intention behind them, no slip of her tongue, no wandering hands, just her lips against yours. Her hand is placed on your cheek, it’s cold from the nighttime air and is a strong contrast from her lips. She pulls away after only a couple of seconds, a smile pulling at her lips.
You don’t say anything, both of you just silently processing your first kiss, not as friends. That’s when you feel the first rain drop. It lands on your nose and then you see one hit her face as well. Within seconds the sky opens up and rain comes falling down.
You both let out a squeal and jump up, grabbing the remains of your picnic as quickly as possible and making a dash to the car. You throw everything into the car, not caring where it ends up before jumping in the front seat slamming the door behind you. Just the sound of you both breathing heavily from running and the initial shock of the rain fills the car.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say this was intentional. You were trying to make me wet.” Jessie gives you a suggestive glance.
“No actually, just forgot to check the weather. Sorry about that.” You peel off the coat she had given you and pass it back to her. You start the car, turning on the heat to warm you both up before you pull out of the parking lot and head in the direction of Jessie’s apartment.
“Let me at least walk you to the door.” You say as you pull in front of her house. You couldn’t lie, you maybe had the intention of walking her to the door, and following her inside and into her bedroom, but you weren’t going to say that out loud. You both get out of the car and make a quick dash out of the rain and toward her door. You follow here and you both squeeze under the small awning above her door. She places her hand on the doorknob and then turns back to you.
“I had a really nice time tonight.” Jessie then laughs at her own sentence. “Sorry that sounded too cliche. But really, I know we hang out all the time anyway but, I enjoy spending time with you, a lot.”
“I like spending time with you too Jessie.” It felt funny to be saying this to her, she obviously knew you liked spending time with her, that’s why you were friends in the first place.
“Can we do this again?” You were a little taken aback by Jessie’s question, sure you figured the date went well but with her history of not dating, you weren’t fully expecting her to initiate further dates.
“Yeah, we can.” A huge smile breaks onto your face as you look at Jessie, this could work.
“I’ll send you details then.” She holds up her phone, giving it a shake before sliding it into her pant pocket.
She takes a step closer to you and her hand finds your chin. She tilts your head up gently and meets your lips with hers in another soft kiss. You try to push her, letting your lips open a bit for her tongue to meet yours, but her lips stay tightly closed against yours.
“I don’t fuck on the first date.” She whispers in your ear as she pulls back from your kiss. The feeling of her breath on your ear has goosebumps trailing across your skin. The words she spoke sounded so innocent and yet so dirty coming from her mouth that it made you want to jump her bones in the hallway of her apartment. You knew she was just throwing your own words about not kissing before the first date back at you so you roll your eyes at her.
“Have a good night.” She gives you one last look, a cocky smirk across her lips before she turns back and opens her apartment door.
“Thanks, you too.” You say before her door finally shuts and you’re face to face with the wood panel. That was definitely not how you had expected the night to end. If you were confident about anything going into the date it was that you were going to end up naked under Jessie with her name falling from your lips at the end of the night. And yet here you stood, alone, fully clothed, with nothing more than a kiss to hold you over until the next date. For some reason you were filled with warmth even though you were going home to sleep in an empty bed, it felt like the opposite of lonely as you walked away from her door.
While you would have loved to be under Jessie at the moment, something felt reassuring that you both hadn’t immediately jumped into bed. She was treating you differently than other girls and she was treating this differently than when the two of you had just been friends with benefits.
You’re only a few steps away from Jessie’s door when she texts you and her cocky personality returns.
Jessie 🦖: feel free to dream about me tonight when you go to sleep
Jessie 🦖: or when you’re touching yourself later, I don’t mind ;)
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✧DON’T LEAVE ME || luke castellan x ares fem!reader
summary: when percy gotten back to camp and found out who the true lightning thief was, he was quick to tell y/n who knew what she had to do.
word count: 1645
warnings: angst, breaking up, luke begging for y/n to join his side…no happy ending (only a part one)
when percy had arrived back to camp, needles to say he made a reputation quicker than anyone did before. not only did he kill a minotaur with its own horn, but he’d managed to finish his first quest in returning the lightning bolt, met four gods and managed to stop a war from happening.
not only did he do that…but he’d managed to find out it wasn’t clarisse who stole the lightning bolt…no, someone he would have never expected at all. and when he found out, y/n was the first to know.
the whole camp in fact knew about y/n and luke. the two were inseparable. since the moment they stepped into camp together they’d never left each other's side. some campers said they would see them holding hands, making out, or just hanging out every minute of every day.
when percy knew he had to tell y/n, he knew what she’d say.
walking into her cabin as she sharpened some of her swords, she looked up at the noise of the floorboards creeping under his foot.
‘oh, percy…what are you doing here?’ she placed the sword down onto the bed and stood up to percy who walked very slowly. she was confused to see him acting like this, like he’d done something wrong.
‘percy what’s going on? did a camper steal your blueberries or something?’ she teased while percy stayed straight faced and quiet. feeling a bit tense he cleared his throat before talking.
‘uhm…y/n there’s something very important i need you to know…something serious…but i don’t want you lashing out. so please just listen to me okay?’ percy talked lowly and slow while y/n nervously laughed and nodded her head in understanding.
‘when we were out on the quest, i’d learned some things about who stole the lightning bolt—‘
‘yeah you said it was my sister—clarisse, right?’
‘yes i know what i said but. seeing that when i got back and chiron didn’t take her out of the camp or get her in trouble…it got me thinking. when me and grover were heading to hades castle, the shoes luke gave us started to pull us to where kronos is held…and when we found clues and hints—‘
‘it was luke…wasn’t it.’ y/n shakily asked while also hoping it wasn’t him at all and this was just some very big mistake. but even percy didn’t deny was when she got her answer.
sighing heavily while closing her eyes she nodded to percy with the understanding of his words and knowledge.
‘luke had mentioned he wanted to get back at the gods for a very long time for what they’ve done and one day he came back to camp acting different…he had something to hide and i didn’t ask or want to know because it wasn’t my place but one day he told me things would change for the better or worse…i just, never thought he’d steal the bolt…’ y/n looked at the ground with her eyes watering with tears while trying to hold them from falling in front of percy.
out of all of the ares kids y/n was probably more of a athena or apollo child out of ares. she was much kinder, open with her emotions—sometimes—-and didn’t feel the overbearing need to be better than everyone—in some things.
she was hard on percy only when it came to things she knew he could do…she was difficult to understand because she kept her thoughts closed off. she was very stern, stubborn, confident and sometimes cocky. but she never let that get in the way of how she was as an individual. she let her siblings go after their father but she? wanted to be more like her mom.
standing in front of percy who happened to somehow grow a bit taller over his quest, the two of them being eye to eye. y/n felt her heart pounding rapidly against her chest.
‘i’ll…i’ll be right back. don’t go anywhere. go to the celebration and stay there with annabeth and grover, okay?’ she instituted percy who nodded slowly but let her leave.
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as y/n had been walking into the forest to clear her mind, she was unknowingly followed by luke who had caught her form and tried to call out to her only for her to not answer.
he had been watching her as she placed her hand against head—she’d been thinking of something important that was stressing her—she stopped and took a deep breath—she was hesitant—her shoulders shaking a bit he knew she was crying.
‘y/n?’ he mumbled loud enough for her to hear. turning around to see luke, she inhaled sharply and cleared her throat.
‘luke, hey. what are you doing here? i thought you were going to the celebration?’ she asked. straightening her back to come off as she didn’t just almost cry in the middle of the forest as embarrassing that would be.
‘oh…yeah, i was i just saw you and tried to call out for you but you never answered so…’ he lightly smiled while she nodded her head slowly. seeing through him and seeing through that smile that almost for percy, grover and annabeth killed.
‘yeah, well i just wanted to be alone for a while…so you can go—‘
‘no, i’ll stay here with you, and we can talk about whatever is bothering you—‘
‘no luke! leave, leave me alone okay? i don’t want to talk to you right now okay? please…please just leave me alone’ y/n places her hands together as a pleading motion while closing her eyes.
luke sadly looked at y/n with his heart being pulled into different directions. he was hurt that she wanted him to leave, he was hurt she didn’t want to see him, he was hurt she wanted to be left alone and he was confused as to why.
‘what did i do?’ he calmly asked. his sad eyes watching y/n who had inhaled sharply with annoyance.
‘luke…leave me alone—‘
‘no! why? why don’t you want to talk to me? why don’t you want to be with me—what did i do? why can’t we just talk—‘
‘because you stole the lightning bolt and almost killed my friends!’ y/n yelled on the top of her lungs. the anger held in her eyes had resembled her father so much he almost couldn’t tell them apart.
his heart dropped when she said what she had said and he almost lost it. how did she know? why does she know? who told her this—where did she hear this?
‘but clarisse—percy, annabeth and grover said it was her why would it be me…’ he watched her eyes as she rolled them and placed her hands over her face to bring her anger down to a reasonable level.
‘luke…you’ve told me you always wanted to get back at the gods for a while now. you said one day they’d see us, one day the world would change? percy has met hades who’s almost told him everything he needed to hear…you, are a liar—‘
‘no…’ luke shook his slowly while slight tears welled in his eyes. the fireworks behind the two of them showing red behind y/n and a blue behind luke.
‘yes luke! you lied! you almost got people killed and you almost killed kids at that!’
like she didn't quit almost quickly while y/n shook her head in anger. her eyes burning with tears as his did as well.
seeing there was no way out of this he sighed and gave up—‘i didn’t know he’d give them to grover to wear…’ luke helplessly sighed while the tears in his eyes grew bigger almost dropping from their holding stage.
y/n felt her heart clutch and her eyes well as she heard his words. suppressing any words to come from her mouth that might cause any other trouble she closed her eyes as her nose scrunched in anger.
‘y/n please—‘
‘no! you can’t say that and expect me to trust you luke—i’ll never trust you again! i’ll never put my faith into you! you have lied and you have lost! you don’t belong here anymore luke go!’ she yelled her anger boiling to the surface. that sweet side of her mom is no longer present and replaced with her father.
‘y/n…you don’t mean that…you can’t mean that; don’t you understand it was a mistake—‘
‘what a mistake was believing the lies you’ve told me for years on end and letting you sit on a throne in my life.’ y/n mutters as luke stepped in front of her. when she saw this she was quick it draw her sword as it touched the tip of his adam’s apple. looking down at it, luke gulped a bit and looked into y/n’s eyes to see no softness in them.
‘y/n please…please, please, please don’t do this. don’t leave me alone—your all i have!’
‘stop it luke! just stop! i can’t believe what you say anymore! you almost hurt the ones i love and the one you call family—‘
‘i never meant to do that! can’t you understand im trying to make this a better place…a better world for all of us..for you…’ he trailed off; his tear dropping and rolling down his cheek as y/n’a held no emotion, only anger written on her face.
breathing heavily, y/n let her eye twitch before letting the worse of her take over, aggressively pushing her sword down as it cut a bit of luke’s stomach. wincing in pain as he looked up at her and down at the open wound; he looked at her once more with tears in his eyes to recognize a y/n he’s never met before.
before he could say anything was when percy arrived.
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LESLIE HIII i hope you’re doing okay!! + sorry it’s taken me so long to stop by </3
as a request i wanted to ask abt the prompt “stay there. i’m coming to get you.” from the second prompt list with either minghao or wonwoo if that’s okay!! 🫶🫶
A/N: OKAY SO @wqnwoos I know this was requested forever ago from a prompt game and I'm so sorry it took so long, but I was super inspired yesterday after I saw ur post saying "my heel broke" and I messaged u asking if you were okay because OMG your HEEL broke are you OKAY??? but turns out you meant your shoe broke not your actual heel and, well... here we are. Whatever the heck this is.
Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader
Genre: slight crack?, established relationship
Rating: PG (only because I think there's a swear?)
Word Count: 1.4k
Request Prompt: "stay there. i'm coming to get you."
Warnings: like one kiss?, I think there's swearing maybe, expensive things being broken if that triggers u, also reader wears heels
You can't believe it.
So many times, you’d gazed longingly at the expensive new shoes you’d splurged on, sitting pretty in their box, wondering when you’d finally pluck up the courage to wear them. You weren’t one for spending big unless it was technology or something you’d use often, but you’d been eyeing these heels for what felt like forever. When your birthday rolled around, you’d finally done it, but then they’d sat in their box for months – until tonight.
You’d only just arrived at the restaurant to meet your friends when you’d taken one wrong step, and the heel on your right shoe had broken completely off. You’d tripped and thankfully been steadied by your friend’s arm, so you’d been left physically unscathed… but you felt the pain elsewhere. In your wallet. How the hell had that happened so quickly?
Your friend managed to fish a pair of flats out from their trunk, so you were grateful for that at least. You tried to laugh and play it off as a joke, as a funny story to remember with your friends in a few years, but truthfully? You were pretty bummed. You’d saved for those shoes for ages. So here you sat, nursing a glass of water as you listened to your friends chat animatedly around you. You were having a good time, you were, but you couldn’t help but wallow in your feelings just a little bit. You really couldn’t believe your luck.
You felt the buzz of your phone from inside your purse, eyeing it as you took another sip of water, before glancing around the table. Your friend group had a rule not to be on your phones very much when you were together, but you figured you were safe to have a quick peek while your friend recapped her many failed dates over the last month.
Wonwoo ❤️: how’s your evening going?
You felt your heart jump a little at the sight of your boyfriend’s name on your screen. You wondered if that would ever change, but you didn’t think so. You adored him. You’d been told the honeymoon phase would pass, but it had been well over a year and the two of you were still going strong. Wonwoo would object if you ever said it to anyone else, but the two of you were just as lovey-dovey as when you’d first started dating.
Exhibit A: him texting you to ask a very obvious question. You’re pretty well-versed in Wonwoo, and you know what his text actually means: it means that he misses you.
YN: not the best, tbh… I broke my heel 😭
The reply comes not even a minute later.
Wonwoo ❤️: are you okay??
YN: I’m so sad 😭
You jump a little when your friend nudges you with their foot, raising their eyebrows pointedly at your phone. You teasingly roll your eyes and oblige, sliding your phone back into your purse and tuning back into your friends’ story. You can’t help but feel a bit better after a couple of texts from Wonwoo, and you aren’t embarrassed about it in the slightest.
Not even a half hour and some entrees later, another friend is in the process of regaling tales about her horrific boss when the door to the restaurant opens, and you spot him. You do a double take as your eyes meet, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and he seems to freeze in place for a second.
You take in the sight of your boyfriend: his glasses are askew, his hair disheveled, and you think he must have thrown on whatever hoodie and sweats combo he could find laying around in a hurry. He hovers by the door as he stares at you, blinking, and your mind begins to race. Why is he here? Is everything okay? Wonwoo is never one to draw attention to himself if he can help it – which just makes this whole thing even more confusing.
“Hey,” you interrupt quietly, causing all heads to turn towards you. “Wonwoo’s here. Give me a second?”
Your friends all nod in unison, and you can feel them watching as you stand up and make your way over to the door. As soon as you reach him, your hand is automatically searching for his, gently tugging him through the door and back out into the cold.
“Babe,” you say hastily as soon as you’re around the corner and out of sight. “What’s wrong?” Your hand leaves his so that both of yours can run over his arms, his biceps, his shoulders, giving him a frantic once-over to make sure he’s physically alright. When your hands cup his jaw, he finally moves his hands to cover yours, lowering them down to hold them in between you.
“You’re not hurt?”
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you stare back at him. “Huh?”
His eyes wander over your face, brows still furrowed in what you affectionately like to call his Thinking Face, before he moves back to look down at your feet. “You can walk fine?”
You are so confused. “Yes, Wonwoo, what? Babe, did you run here?”
You watch as he tilts his head, still thinking for what feels like forever – and then his lips twitch up at the sides. He suddenly looks embarrassed as his gaze falls from yours, but he’s smiling, a hand leaving one of yours to lift and cover his face.
You are so confused.
“I didn’t run here,” he finally answers, his hand falling away from his face, “but I definitely may have gone over the speed limit to get to you faster.”
“Why?” You ask, incredulous. You still have no idea what’s going on.
“YN," he says, voice laced with amusement. "I texted that I was on my way. You said your heel broke."
You blink once, twice, before it suddenly dawns on you. “Oh my god, Wonwoo –”
“Yeah.” He's smiling so wide that his eyes are crescent moons, and you're smiling, too – and then he begins to laugh.
You can’t help but join in.
He pulls you into his chest, and you can feel him laughing against you. It’s a quiet laughter, but you’re grateful no one can see the two of you where you stand outside the restaurant, because you’re sure you both look insane. You don’t care, though, because all you can think about is how fast he’d tried to get to you because he thought you were hurt.
Your heart swells from its place in your chest, so full of affection for the man in front of you that you can feel it all over. You pull back, your hands finding either side of his jaw to pull him in for a quick kiss, and you can tell he’s pleasantly surprised by the way his cheeks tinge pink. Neither of you really have a thing for PDA, but you couldn't help it, not when you felt like you were so full of affection you could burst.
“You are such a loser,” is what you say, but you know he can translate it. I love you is what you mean, and he knows.
“I panicked,” Wonwoo laughs, running a hand through his hair as he laces his fingers with yours. “Sorry about your shoe, though.”
You wave your free hand in the air as he slowly walks you towards the restaurant door again. “I’ll deal with it later.”
He glances in through the glass when you reach it, giving your hand a squeeze. “How much longer?”
You beam at that, lifting your hand up to gently brush some hair off of his forehead. “Not much, if I can help it. I miss you too much.”
“It’s been like two hours," he says, as though he isn't clinging onto your fingers in his with everything he's got.
“Okay, Mr. I’m-going-to-rush-to-my-girlfriend’s-aid-even-though-she-only-has-a-broken-shoe–”
“Bye,” Wonwoo says abruptly, and you giggle. “Love you,” he murmurs, catching you by surprise, but you don't miss a beat. You simply squeeze his hand, and say the words back.
Later that night when you check your phone, you giggle to yourself as you see the two messages you'd missed from Wonwoo, sent directly after the others at dinner:
Wonwoo ❤️: stay there
Wonwoo ❤️: I’m coming to get you
And another, timestamped an hour later, when he was back home and on your couch:
Wonwoo ❤️: I’d do it again :)
A/N: lmao this is like. super not proofread but it was rlly fun to write so if you enjoy please reblog! remember that reblogs help way more than just likes for writers :')
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How about some hurt/comfort about a sleep-deprived villain?
Convincing themselves that they were fine was easier than accepting that there was something unhealthily, severely and unmistakably wrong with them. In the back of their mind, it was normal to stay up for 22 hours a day. Not to mention that this had been going on for months.
What should’ve been a wake-up call left them yearning and moody. One time they’d seen the hero break into their apartment, their fingers sprinkled with blood, their suit glued to their muscles. The villain had wanted to jump up and confront them but they’d been much too flustered to do anything.
As if they were living together, the hero had taken their clothes off. They’d kissed the villain. Pushed them into the pillows. Gotten on top.
Two days later, the villain had mentioned it. And as the hero stared at them, blushing from head to toe, muttering that they were out with friends at that time, the villain noticed that there was something terribly weird going on. It had been a hallucination. A good one. So good that they wished it was real.
Some sick part of their brain thought that if they slept less, they’d get more of these. But they didn’t. Slowly, they found themselves hallucinating more. Creatures in the dark corners of their rooms, their food rotting in their fridge after a day, dead animals on their balcony. The villain considered doing some extreme things, going as far as using alcohol to end their suffering.
Eventually they didn’t. They deserved this.
One restless night, the hero showed up on their porch and in all their delusion, the villain was sure they were a hallucination, too.
“Hey.”
The villain didn’t answer.
“You lost your weapon today.”
What?
“When we were fighting in the parking lot. You lost it.”
“That’s why you’re here?” the villain asked, still not entirely convinced that this wasn’t only happening in their mind. They imagined what it would feel like if the hero pushed them against the door in this very moment.
The last months had been ridiculously lonely. A single one-night stand was all the physical touch they’d gotten over this time. After that they’d felt horrible. Sleeping with a stranger didn’t feel at all like they’d expected.
“No, actually…what you said about me coming over to yours brought me here.” The villain looked up from the spot they’d glared at.
“Forget about that. It was just a silly dream.” They were about to throw the door into the hero’s face but their enemy stepped into their house, foot holding the door open.
“I know you’ve lost your sidekick,” the hero said.
A punch to the throat would’ve been less painful. The villain’s grip on the door handle tightened until their knuckles turned as white as chalk.
Pushing it away was hurtful but not as hurtful as this. Confronting it. Thinking about it. It was so real yet so difficult to grasp. Understanding that someone is gone needs time and the villain simply hadn’t allowed themselves to take it.
They’d been so young.
“I…” A headache formed behind their forehead. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
“I lost my first sidekick, too. It broke me,” the hero said. “I did some…questionable things while I was grieving. I’m not proud of it and they certainly didn’t help.”
“I’m okay,” the villain lied. “Don’t worry your pretty little head.”
“I can’t watch you destroy yourself.”
“Why not? Goal achieved.” The hero took another step and walked into the villain’s house faster than the villain thought to be possible.
“Because I save people. I don’t want to destroy them.”
Then where were you when they died? The villain didn’t say it out loud. Accusations wouldn’t bring them back.
“Please let me help you,” the hero whispered.
“Is this to clean your own conscience?” the villain asked.
“Actually, it’s because I like you.”
The villain froze.
“I can’t sleep,” they confessed. “I get two hours per night if I’m good.”
“Alright, I’m gonna run a bath for us. You need to relax,” the hero said, inviting themselves in. The villain could only stare as they walked past them.
I’m gonna run a bath for us.
For us.
#made it spicy cuz why not#writing snippet#heroxvillain prompt#heroxvillain snippet#heroes and villains#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroxvillain#an answer for an ask#request#angst#h/c
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BARRACUDA . toji fushiguro
when your search for a job falls short for what feels like the millionth time in a row, you’re just about ready to give up until an odd proposition makes itself known to you.
chapter warnings: underground fighter!toji fushiguro, swearing, hurtful thoughts, lewd comments from men, mentions of drinking alcohol, smoking and drugs, attempted theft
total wc: 3.0k
— CHAPTER ONE . desperate measures
At this point, you wholeheartedly believed that the world was playing some kind of sick and twisted game on you.
It laughed at you, dangling the one thing you truly desired right in front of your face, only to snatch it away at the very last second, like taking a child’s favourite toy from them just as they’ve picked it up.
You were the child, so full of excitement and hope at the idea of starting new, being able to pick yourself off the ground, and the world was the adult who’d come into the room and decided you were undeserving of the toy in front of you. It picked up all that you desired, and placed it on top of a shelf that you were too small to get to.
Try as you might, you simply could not reach it. Well, metaphorically anyway.
In this moment, that’s exactly how you felt, clambering across the couch to reach your phone that had lit up with the notification of an unknown caller. Like every time before, you allowed yourself to feel excited. As though this was the very moment things would start to fall into place, and all the bad memories of the past would fade away as you paved the way for your new life.
And yet, you were let down, again.
The way your face immediately falls alerts your roommate, Sherri, to the conclusion of the phone call, hearing a repeatedly distinctive phrase that she knew you’d come to despise over time.
“I regret to inform you, but…” you’d hung up before the man on the other side had enough time to finish his sentence. The exasperated sigh you released from between your lips held a heartbroken tone, and all you could do was shake your head when Sherri quietly asks if you’re okay.
It hadn’t always been like this. Three months ago you were more than content working a few hours every week as a waitress in a small but well-known restaurant called ‘Alexie’s’, where you’d actually met Sherri, and although the management wasn’t the best at times, and you were sure the chef had a stick shoved further up his ass then you could’ve imagined, it was still something.
The job had given you something to do when you weren’t attending your nursing classes, or writing essays, and it worked like a charm at taking your mind away from your personal life when things went wrong.
Sure, some customers were complete and utter dickheads, expecting five star service and for you to wait on them hand and foot, but the majority of people were nice and the pay was more than worth dealing with some crappy person coming in and demanding you seat them and their eighteen other friends immediately, despite being fully booked.
You were heartbroken when the owner had set up a staff meeting to inform you and everyone else that the restaurant was unable to stay open.
Things had never been this bad before, and honestly, there wasn’t much you weren’t willing to do if it guaranteed you a job. Not when the cost of living had skyrocketed and all but royally fucked you over.
Sherri had been an angel throughout this situation you’d found yourself in, though you were slightly jealous the day she came back from an interview with the local supermarket, telling you how they’d happily hired her on the spot. She had been your rock to stick on while your life turned completely upside down, even going as far as offering to cover next months rent.
But you still needed to feed yourself each week, still needed to pay for the bus fare on your way into college, and even worse, you still needed to pay back the money you owed to your parents.
If moving back into your parents house was an option, you might’ve resorted to it considering how desperate things had become. But that wasn’t an option, and it never would be.
You couldn’t allow that to happen.
Not only was it impossible, seeing as they were living in an entirely different country, but you’d intentionally created that distance in order to get as far away from them as possible. Moving halfway across the world in order to escape them and their overbearing ruling that they held over your head was the first thing you’d done after graduating high school, and you weren’t about to go back on the promise you’d made to them that day.
Telling your mother and father that they would never see you again should’ve been heartbreaking. You should’ve been crying or screaming at them, and maybe, in a perfect world, they would have told you to stay, or that they didn’t want you to leave.
But again, the world was seldom perfect, and after the past few months, you truly were finding that fact out for yourself.
It was Sherri’s sweet voice that snapped you out of your daydream, still clutching your phone to your ear as you kneeled on the couch. “Why don’t we go out tonight? It might make you feel better.”
You let out another sigh, ready to shoot her offer down even though the suggestion was extremely tempting after the dreaded phone call, “Sherri, I can barely afford the bus right now, I can’t—”
She grinned before interrupting you, a sly look that you couldn’t decide if you liked or not.
“You really think I’d suggest that if I didn’t have a plan?” She raised a questioning eyebrow up at your form, “Lukah’s working tonight, do you know what that means?”
With a shrug, you settled back into the couch and pulled a blanket over your knees, staring back at your roommate and waiting for her to continue.
She leaned towards you from the opposite end, “free drinks!” She exclaimed, and moved her hands around as if her point had been obvious from the start.
“Didn’t he just start a new job though? We’ll end up getting him fired if he’s caught giving out free drinks,” Sherri giggled as if you’d said the funniest thing, and then her expression began to shift into something slightly more serious.
She hesitated to reply, and when Sherri got quiet, it could only mean trouble. “Well, the place he started working at, it's not exactly in the most... uh," it was if she was struggling to find the right words to say without scaring you away. "...Desirable of places, so he doesn't think his boss will care much," she finished with.
An eyebrow raised as you stared at her, wordlessly asking the short girl to elaborate. "It's in the Jujutsu District."
Ah, you thought, that would explain why she'd been slightly more reluctant to tell you.
The Jujutsu District was pretty notorious throughout the city, and especially with the younger population seeing as a large majority of clubs and bars could be found spread out around the area. You'd been a couple times, mainly to the small pubs that laid just on the outskirts, as most locals were well aware that it was smarter to stay clear of the place. It was no secret that the kinds of deals that typically went on out there were far from legal, though even the police had deemed the place a 'no-go zone' and were rarely seen patrolling anywhere near it.
But even you couldn't say no to a few free drinks after being so down on luck, and so, within a few seconds of dubiously nodding your head in agreement with Sherri, she was yanking on your arms to pull you away from the couch and into her room.
And within an hour and a half, the two of you had made your way out of the apartment hand-in-hand.
The club was filled to the brim, drenching you in a light sheen of sweat that glistened across your skin. Music blared in through your ears from every direction and created a dull ache that stretched across your forehead. You couldn't put your finger on the name of the song that was currently playing, although it brought an odd sense of déjà vu along with it.
Truthfully, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like going out with your friends. There was something so exciting about getting ready for the club and dancing the night away, smearing shimmery eyeshadow across your lids and lining them with a distinctive wing of eyeliner. The clothing you’d thrown on hugged every inch of your body, but it was hard to care about your slight discomfort when the edge of a glass was lifted to your mouth, lips lined and covered in a colour so signature to your look.
Lukah was a godsend, sneaking both you and Sherri drinks over the counter every time either of you walked up to the bar, and just like Sherri had said, it didn't seem like his manager couldn't give two shits.
Sherri grabbed your wrist after you placed the shot glass back down on the bar, void of whatever liquor Lukah had offered the two of you. Leading you over to the sea of bodies on the dance floor, you could barely hear your roommate when she said "c'mon, my favourite song just came on!"
It was borderline provocative the way you and Sherri danced together. Her back was pressed to the front of your body, arms lifted and wrapped around your neck, and the way your hips swung against each other to the beat of the music was enough to gain more than a little attention from the boys that littered around the dance floor.
Neither of you bothered to entertain those who tried to approach either of you. Either, they came on way too cocky for their own good, or were sporting some serious baby face, and that was enough for you to shake your head, waiting for them to do the walk of shame back to their friends.
One man had come up to Sherri and asked for her number, only to continue bothering her even after she'd told him no multiple times. After the third decline and narrowly avoiding his grabby hands heading for her hand, Sherri twisted her head around and planted a delicate kiss on the corner of your mouth, exclaiming loudly that she "couldn't wait to get home and get you alone," and that was enough for him to briskly walk away.
It was no surprise honestly, as not only did you look and feel beautiful, but Sherri looked like a supermodel in her little black dress and heels. Plus, you could admit that the male attention did help a little in lightening the mood you'd been in before the two of you left the house.
"Do you wanna get another drink?" Sherri shouted over the music.
You shook your head, "I'm gonna get some air, I'll meet you at the bar." She gave you quizzical look, as to question why. You lifted your hand out in front of you, a white lighter and pack of Marlboro Gold's held within it.
Making your way outside was much more difficult of a task than you had expected, shoving your way through the endless amounts of bodies that had filled the club, probably knocking a drink or vape out from someones grasp as you went on your way.
The cold November air caused a shiver to crawl its way over your barely clothed body after you exited the building, and it felt heavenly as it washed away the sweat that had started accumulating across your skin. A flicker of light shone against your eyes, along with the sound of flint sparking from the lighter held in your right hand and a deep inhale.
Several bodies littered outside of the club, some clearly had the same idea as you, cigarettes clutched between their two fingers as they chatted away to their friends, others were still waiting in line to be let in, ID's held out for the large bouncer to take a look at, and there was even a couple who'd clearly had too much to drink, snogging away in a corner as if they weren't in the company of others.
It was quite a surreal feeling, as you leant against the cold brick wall, bringing your hand up to your face to take another inhale of the stick held in them. Three hours ago, you'd almost been reduced to tears, feeling like the world truly had it out for you, yet now, you couldn't help but enjoy the dizzy feeling crawling up your spine, making you sway slightly.
Your problems hadn’t been solved with the sip of an alcoholic drink, far from it in fact. They would still be there to plague your thoughts tomorrow morning, even as you battled the headache you knew was coming, but at least in this very moment, as you let the tipsy feeling encompass your body, you could relax.
That feeling didn't last for long.
Just as you'd closed your eyes, smoke pillowing out from your parted lips, you felt a violent tug on the bag attached to your shoulder.
The stranger takes another pull on your right arm, causing you to drop the half-smoked cigarette onto the floor and the burgundy handbag falls out of your grasp.
“Hey!” Your voice is slightly slurred, an effect of the alcohol you’d consumed minutes prior, however the anger and small hint of fear is clearly heard in your words. It takes you a few seconds to register the tall man running away from you, clad in dark jeans and a hoodie pulled over his head, and your bag clutched in his hands.
Before you even realise what you’re doing, you start running after him. “Hey, jackass!” You repeat, “give me pack my purse!”
Your voice echoes through the street, yet it seems like everyone around you is too far gone to even notice or care.
Discomfort surrounds the heels of your feet, but it doesn’t stop you from giving up the chase as the man turns left into a dark alleyway. You’d chastise yourself later for the self preservation you seemed to lack in that very moment, completely ignorant to the dangerous connotations of following a strange man into a secluded area such as this, in the middle of the night. But that purse has everything you owned at the minute, your phone, wallet and any small amount of cash you currently had, and you couldn’t just let it slip from your arms.
He twists his head to look at you, as if shocked to see that you were actually following him.
It was at this moment that someone stepped out in front of him, and as soon as the thief got closer to the mysterious stranger, they threw their arms out and shoved him down to the ground.
Your bag went flying from his hands and onto the pavement.
Even from where you were standing, you could hear the thief’s harsh intakes of breath, winded from how hard he had hit the ground, and your saviour stepped over the man’s body.
He picked up your bag from the ground, slowly making his way over to you.
Finally, it dawned on you that while he had saved you from losing quite literally everything you owned, that didn’t make him any less dangerous than the man who’d stolen from you in the beginning, and as he stepped towards you, panic started to make its way up your spine.
“Don’t come any closer!” You screamed at him. His steps faltered, but he didn’t stop moving, “I have a knife!” You didn’t, and it was probably pretty obvious that you’d lied as his eyes raked over your body, searching for anything that remotely resembled a weapon.
You could hear him release a small laugh as he came even closer, holding out your purse for you to take. “I believe this is yours?”
Gingerly, your hands clasped around the strap, pulling it towards your chest and releasing a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” you said, and began to quickly check that everything was still left inside, untouched.
He watched as you did so, a dark, thin eyebrow raised in questioning.
It was here, as the moonlight lit up his face, that you got a good look at your saviour. He was tall, big enough to feel imposing as he stood several feet away from you, with long black hair that cascaded down his back in a way that made you slightly jealous. He looked down at you with some of the most alluring brown eyes you’d ever seen, almost hazel with the way the street lamps highlighted his face from behind you.
A kind smile lulled you into a false sense of security as he opened his mouth to speak. “What kind of idiot runs after a guy like that in the middle of the night?” His tone was teasing, coinciding with the smirk he wore.
“Well,” you snorted sarcastically, “everything I own is in this bag. If I’d let him take it, I wouldn’t have anything left.” Maybe you should’ve been slightly nicer to the man that had just saved your life’s savings, but at the moment you couldn’t take any chances, not when you were so obviously isolated from the main street that was littered with drunks, druggies and the like.
He laughed at your comment, but shrugged and held out his hands, as if to say ‘there you go’.
You let out an awkward cough, trying to fill the silence. “I’m, uh… gonna go now, my friend is waiting for me back at the club,” you held out a thumb to point behind you, as if he’d know exactly where you’d meant despite the several buildings behind you filled with dancing strangers.
He nodded without saying anything else, and you took that as permission to make your leave.
Just as you’d turned your back on him, started to make your way back towards the club, his voice rung out again and stopped you in your tracks.
“Maybe I could help you out.”
authors note: so, the first chapter of barracuda is officially finished! this is the largest piece of writing i’ve done in a very long time and while i’m probably being overly critical, i do think at some point i will go back and edit it once the series is finished! but, let me know how you feel about this and if you liked it! i am very excited to see where this story goes. reni xx
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hi jade ! is this too early to request ? can i pretty please ask for some jonathan byers x shy!reader who is about to meet will for the first time but they really get along ? thank you so much !!💛💛
thank you for your request! jonathan x shy!fem!reader <3
You’re frozen in the car, staring down at your lap. You’re about half an hour early in the parking lot of the diner you and Jonathan agreed on for a kind-of date. There’s a scagged thread on the side of your pant leg. Jonathan probably won’t notice, and his younger brother Will certainly won’t, but it’s another small disaster to weigh the scale down. Today is a failure, and Will is going to hate you.
A gentle knock against the window. It scares you senseless, so highly strung that you flinch into the console and almost wind yourself. Jonathan waits for you to recognise him on the other side of the window so as not to scare you further, pulling open the driver's door.
“What happened?” he asks, generous considering he’d seen the whole thing. “I didn’t mean to freak you out, sorry. Here, let me help.”
You take his offered hands and he practically pulls you out of the car and onto your feet. When you’re standing on firm-footing, his hand strays to your side, though there’s nothing he can do. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“I’m fine,” you breathe. “You’re early.”
He laughs. It’s charming enough to calm you down, his warm cadence. “I’m early? No, I told you the wrong time so I could come and rescue you from overthinking city.”
You stiffen.
Jonathan checks you over quickly. His eyes find that tiny scagged thread on the outer side of your pant leg, and he takes it between two fingers, snapping it off sharply. His gaze tracks back up to your face. He smiles fondly at your horrified expression.
“I left him inside.” He takes your face into his hands. “Everything is fine. Everything will be fine. Will’s just like me. Well, mostly.”
“Teenagers are mean,” you say.
“Not Will. I’m sorry for lying to you. I figured it would be easier if you didn’t have time to worry about what could go wrong. But you don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready.”
Jonathan squishes your cheeks gently.
“No, I am. I’m not–” You pull the brakes, comforted by the warmth of his hands as they fall to your shoulders. “I was in my head, that’s all. And I’m excited to meet him, I promise.”
“Okay, good. He’s excited to meet you.”
You smooth one of his hairs away from his eyes without thinking. He noticeably melts, flustered by your rare but easy affection.
You and Jonathan make your way inside of the diner. You spot Will without instruction, a mop of mousy brown hair against the red velvet of a corner booth. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be — Jonathan always calls him his ‘little’ brother, but Will looks firmly within his late teens. He’s smiling as soon as he sees you.
He’s like me, Jonathan’d said without hesitation. He must be lovely, in that case.
“Hey,” Jonathan says, greeting his brother. They share a smile, and you have the peculiar feeling that they’d talked about how this moment would go before you arrived. “Will, this is Y/N. Y/N, Will.”
“Hi,” you say, not weak so much as meek, trying hard to be a grown up and missing the mark.
“Hey,” he says back.
Jonathan ushers you into the booth and sits beside you. His hand doesn’t go for your thigh but your wrist, pulling your arm into his lap so you can’t pick nervously at your nails. He knows you too well sometimes.
“It’s really great to meet you,” you say. You sound, regrettably, as terrified as you look.
“You, too. Jonathan doesn’t shut up about you, it’ll be nice to picture your face while he waxes.”
You turn to Jonathan. He shakes his head in bemusement. You know he doesn’t mind being the punching bag while you break the ice, because that’s the kind of guy he is. You slip your fingers between his and stroke the back of his hand with his thumb, looking down at his pale skin for a stolen, steadying moment.
You look up. “He doesn’t shut up about you, either. He told me about your club? Art for the disadvantaged? I was really impressed, do you…”
Talking to Will isn’t as hard as you feared it would be. Jonathan makes it easier, diving in to save you from any social faux pas you might make now you’re getting older. Teenagers speak in tongues, but Will truly is as kind and funny as his brother described, and you never once feel like he’s looking down on you.
Talking to people is hard. You don’t really enjoy putting yourself out there, or making conversation with unfamiliar people, but Will is such a big part of Jonathan’s life that you’re more than glad to do it. You fight your shyness, and you’re still awkward, disjointed, under-versed in social norms, but you make do.
You get along. By the time his friends swing by to grab him for the roller derby, you’re feeling downright overjoyed.
You smile and wave at Will as he leaves. A weight falls off of your shoulders.
You haven’t half turned to Jonathan when you’re being apprehended. He pushes you down into the booth seat, lifted off of one thigh with his hands in your hair.
“You. are. amazing,” he praises, dotting kisses all over your face.
Your giggle are slow as thick honey, breathless when his fingers slide behind your ear. He anchors you in place; there’s no escape for you, your face perfectly tilted to receive his slow, appreciative kiss. You lavish in his tenderness, but soon remember where you are and duck away from him.
“I knew you’d be amazing,” he says, hand falling from the curve of your neck to clasp your forearm. He’s almost insistent in his praise. “Thank you, honey.”
You nod bashfully. “No problem,” you mumble.
Jonathan kisses your hot cheek. His affection makes it all worth it.
#jonathan byers#jonathan byers x reader#jonathan byers x fem!reader#jonathan byers imagine#jonathan byers drabble#jonathan byers scenario#jonathan byers blurb#jonathan byers x you#jonathan byers x y/n#jonathan byers fluff#jonathan byers fanfic#jonathan byers fic#jonathan byers fanfiction#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#stranger things#shy friday
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soooo, uh, how 'bout that gotham war?
I have no real context for most of this story line (im almost scared of what they're going to do with jason after this), but my brain insisted i write this sooooo i did!
He’s numb when Steph and Cass come for him. Frozen in shock, still on the ground where Bruce left him – left him – left him. I love you, he’d said. This is a gift, he’d said. Some gift, Jason thinks, eyes burning, his heart beating so fast he feels breathless. He hears Steph and Cass but doesn’t fully register their presence.
“Hood, can you hear me?” Steph murmurs as Cass presses delicate fingers under his jaw, feeling for a pulse.
It’s too fast.
And he can feel that. He can feel the panic and the fear lurking in the background, threatening to overcome him. It makes it so much worse – knowing it’s there. Like eyes in the dark. Like a sound when there shouldn’t be one. The missing last step he knows he should avoid, but his foot is descending anyway.
His head moves with the slightest pressure, like his neck doesn’t have any strength to control it. Eyes half-lidded and distant. Red-rimmed and dull. Physically, he looks okay except for how pale he is and a few black bruises. Certainly better than the last few times he and Batman duked it out.
But there’s something off about him. Something wrong.
Steph kneels. “Jason…”
“’m fine,” he finally says, voice hoarse. It makes them both wince. Jason doesn’t notice. “He barely touched me.”
Is it weird that he wishes they’d gotten into one of their usual fights? The drag-out beatdowns that usually had him limping away, crawling away, wondering why the hell he even bothers hanging around when everything just falls to pieces?
This one – This one hurts the worse. More than a punch hard enough to shatter his helmet. More than a batarang to the throat. Why? Is it because of those stupid, stupid words? I love you. This is a gift. Is it because Jason had actually been trying this time? From rubber bullets to deciding to put the guns down altogether. This is the rehabilitation Bruce chose for him and him alone, and it was supposed to be…mercy?
How precise is this “failsafe”? What’s the heartrate threshold? The adrenaline limit?
He won’t be able to fight – which means he won’t be able to defend himself even if he gets out of the game. What about exercising? Sex? What about natural fear? Can he ever get excited about something? Bruce isn’t in his right mind, what are the chances he took life into account if he’s willing to go this far?
Jason thinks…he thinks he’d rather be in Arkham than this.
He thinks he’d rather be dead.
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What if MC was playing spin the bottle with a bunch of other students (including the RO) and on MC's turn, it landed on someone other than the RO, how would they react?
I had to sort this in a way for it to make sense for a few of the characters, I hope that’s okay! (I’m also going to assume this is before the relationship stage.)
Would Play:
Quinn, Blake, and R.
Wouldn’t Play:
Koda and Cyrus/Cyra.
Wouldn’t Be There At All:
Scarlett, Caden, and Sloane.
Koda: He wouldn’t wish to play, but he’d be cheering you on from the sidelines. He’d probably get some sort of feeling within the pit of his stomach at the sight, but he’d easily be able to shrug it off. Would probably ask you to do something else with him after the fact— feeling infinitely better when you agree.
Scarlett: Would never go to a party unless forced to do so (namely by Anastasia). So, she’d hear what happened through the grapevine and she’d be less than impressed, but wouldn’t let herself think too long on it. You’re not together, you’re allowed to have your fun with whoever you see fit, but still didn’t stop the slight sting within her heart because of the knowledge. She’d probably keep away from you for a bit as she wouldn’t wish to accidentally snap at you. (Both because you didn’t really do anything wrong and because she hates the emotions that the entire thing causes in her.)
Cyrus/Cyra: Wouldn’t play as those types of games just aren’t their thing in the slightest— them being at a party is a miracle in itself. They’d probably have a bit more red in their eyes as it happens, which is something they’d take note of and instantly try to understand why that’s happening— meaning they’d probably disappear shortly after that so they can sort through their thoughts and feelings.
Quinn: Would probably be fairly laidback… Even if their wolf wouldn’t be the happiest about the situation as a whole. They’d make a teasing remark about the situation, but wouldn’t say anything else really. You’re not together, even if their wolf is completely against that idea.
Caden: Wouldn’t be caught dead at a party. For one thing, they’re staff (technically) and wouldn’t wish to deal with that whole situation, and parties have never been something they’ve truly enjoyed. When they hear what happened? They’d feel something well within their chest that they’d try to ignore, and hate parties even more than before. While also being grateful that they had missed it in the first place.
Sloane: Large crowds of jackasses potentially getting drunk? They’ll pass. They’re more than content hanging out in the empty (or semi-empty) dorm watching movies and playing video games. They don’t need to be near any of that. When they hear what happens? They’d be a little put-off by it, which would make them annoyed that they even cared to begin with, and they’d definitely be a bit more sullen than usual. Their wolf trying to tell them to chill along the way.
Blake: Would play and try to ignore the fact that they care what’s happening— you’re single, you’re free to do whatever you’d like. Once the entire thing was over, they’d nudge you with their foot (or shoulder) and, with a grin on their face, ask you if you’d like to see how it’s really done. All the while ignoring that they’re somewhat glaring at the person that kissed you over your shoulder; and all the emotions that boil within their chest.
Reginald/Regina: Wouldn’t think anything of it to be honest. They may have a small crush on you, but that doesn’t mean you reciprocate. You’re a century old vampire, you got options. Would push away all the potentially negative emotions, and simply wonder (and they’d probably ask you) about various things that’d keep their mind off the game at hand (even if they had been all for playing in the beginning).
#midnight sun#asks#ro: blake herrera#ro: r presley#ro: c aurelia#ro: sloane addams#ro: quinn grant#ro: koda kingston#ro: caden randall#ro: scarlett voltaire#scenario asks
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hnnnng thinking about. sanuso royalty au.
sanji is a prince in the germa kingdom—same old, same old. third in line for the crown of a kingdom he can’t stand, forced to live with a family whose ideals he hates and who would rather see him dead.
being deemed the family failure has some benefits. when he sneaks away from the castle, no one comes looking for him. (except his sister reiju, but she just wants to make sure he’s okay.)
one evening, sanji comes across a garden towards the outskirts of the town. he’s entranced—it’s filled flora and fauna, fruits and vegetables in all states of growth. even more interesting than the plants is the long-nosed fellow who tends to them, a story of epic proportions falling from his lips as his hands tenderly reap and sow the ground.
sanji watches him move and listens to him speak, mesmerized by the smooth confidence of his hands and the cadence of his voice. when he finishes his tale, sanji gives him a round of applause, laughing when the man practically jumps out of his skin in surprise.
he calms the man’s panicked stutters and frantic apologies when he realizes just who his company is. tells him he’s off-duty and just wants to admire the plants, so will you tell me about them, gardener?
‘usopp,’ the man corrects, and tentatively begins telling sanji all about his garden, becoming more bold as the prince asks him about his flowers, what methods he uses to get his vegetables so big, is he planning on cooking with them, because if so he has a ton of recipes.
they talk until reiju comes to find him. remind him of his duties.
‘i’ll see you tomorrow,’ sanji promises. and he does. he sees usopp the next evening, and the one after that and after that, until he is spending every free moment he can talking, laughing, and bonding with usopp.
falling for him. falling for his bad jokes and spot-on impressions. falling more and more in love with the way he looks at sanji. falls for all of his smiles: when he takes the first bite of a dish sanji whipped up using the fruits of usopp’s labour; the prideful smile when he shows off his impressive marksmanship; his shy smile when sanji can’t help but stare at him under the pale glow of the moonlight.
before he knows it, prince sanji has it bad. usopp is all he’s thinking about.
unfortunately, people begin to notice his absences and overall distraction. the wrong people.
reiju warns him and sanji runs. runs to go find usopp and protect him from the cruelty of his family.
he’s too late.
sanji lets out a primal cry as his flaming foot connects with yonji’s face. he catches usopp—battered and bruised usopp, as the man falls from yonji’s hold.
there is a promise of death in sanji’s eyes as he looks at his other brothers, who rush to yonji’s side.
‘i’m sorry,’ he tells usopp tearfully. ‘this is all my fault. i never should’ve let myself close to you—everything i touch gets ruined, i should’ve known they’d come to hurt you. i’m so sorry, usopp. hang in there, i love you!’
‘shut up ‘n run away with me,’ is the reply he receives. sanji stares in shock as usopp clutches him, tears in his pretty brown eyes, wheezing breaths leaving his chest. ‘i love you sanji, let’s run away together—there’s nothing for us here. let’s start over somewhere far away from here. i want to run and be happy with you.’
sanji’s heart doesn’t know what to do with itself. it squeezes and pulls and tries to jump out of his chest as love consumes him from the inside out. suddenly there is nothing else that matters but usopp and taking him as far away from this wretched kingdom as he can.
sanji presses his lips to usopp’s, professing all of his longing, adoration, and devotion for him in the action. usopp holds him, reciprocating every emotion and making sanji feel so, so loved.
the prince stands, both legs aflame as he stares daggers at the monsters he calls brothers. determination wells up within him like never before. there is one more obstacle for him to overcome before he is free to live his life as he chooses. with the people he chooses.
‘i’ve got your back,’ usopp says behind him, slingshot and pop greens at the ready.
sanji smirks. for once, the future looks bright.
#sanuso#usosan#this is all over the place but i kinda like it!!#sanji kicks the shit out of his bros reiju shows up to poison em and usopps plants eat em#and then they all run away together#sanuso meet luffy and the others ofc and they go on adventures and be in love#reiju stays with them for a bit and ultimately goes off on her own adventure. finds a gf or 2 idk.#red’s fic#one piece
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The Same Coin
I’m still having fun with the Valentine’s ficlets, so have some benlos! Set in no particular timeline, but there’s a nod to poly ot5 in the background.
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“We don’t celebrate valentine’s day. On the Isle.”
Ben tilts his head. His face is set into one of the middle levels of the Neutral Face of Acceptance, one of the ones that means he’s genuinely listening, not just trying not to look horrified while he thinks about other things. “Oh?”
“It’s about feelings,” Carlos says slowly, trying to come up with a way to say the next part that won’t sound horrible. “And like, love, and stuff. And. We weren’t exactly. Allowed. To do that.”
Ben cocks his head somehow further into the Neutral Acceptance Position. “What, to love people?”
Nail, head.
“Uh, yeah.”
“I’m…” Ben trails off into silence for a moment. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think this would be so different for you four. Valentine’s day is so…”
“So commercialized?” Carlos says, before he can think twice about how mean it sounds. He’s supposed to be having a meaningful moment where he gets to help the king reach some sort of shared cultural understanding with the poor sad Isle kids he’s so kindly pulled out of their pathetic former existence, and instead of being sincere, like an Auradon kid should be, he’s making fun of Ben’s beloved holiday. And like, family tradition. Probably. He should just stop thinking. “I mean, uh. Not that buying your girlfriend stuff is a bad thing. It’s fine. The more stuff you buy here, the more junk people have to donate to us, so. I’ll just. Uh. Stop talking.”
Ben smiles, but his expression had slipped into something more like a strained grimace, all tight and fake around the eyes. “I was going to say ingrained in our culture.. We’re taught to value love, so I assumed that the same would hold true for you. I should have known better.”
“Ouch.”
Ben goes red. “Not that you four don’t feel love!”
It’s easier to look at Ben now that they’ve both put their foot in it. “I feel rage,” Carlos offers, softly. “If that helps at all.”
“It’s not quite the same thing.”
“Two sides of the same feeling,” Carlos says, feeling the weight of the words as they leave his mouth. “My mom’s not a great example, but she told me that you can’t hate something if you don’t love it, at least a little bit. They come from the same place, y’know. When you feel so much that there’s nowhere else for the feelings to go. They either come out as love, I guess, or if there’s too much, or the love isn’t reflected back…”
Ben nods, and reaches over to take his hand. “Rage?”
“Hatred, anger, jealousy.” Carlos ticks the feelings off on the fingers of his free hand as he goes. He doesn’t exactly like holding hands, because there’s too many opportunities to get distracted and leave yourself open if you’re walking hand in hand with someone, but it’s okay right now because they’re not moving, so there’s no way for Ben to pull him down and make it look like an accident, and they’re alone enough that nobody’s going to shout at them for doing it, and it’s still light enough that they could see anyone coming and let go before they’d get in trouble. “They’re all the same feeling. If obsession is good you end up in love with the thing, and if it’s bad you end up hating it with the same enthusiasm.”
“I don’t think I could ever hate you,” Ben says softly. He’s doing a distracting thing with his hand, a little squeeze that’s drawing all of Carlos’s attention to where they’re connected. “Do you ever think that maybe your mom was wrong?”
“About dogs, and driving cars, and how much pepper should go on food, yeah.” Carlos says. “But not this.”
“Oh.”
“Not–” Carlos stutters around the words. He’s not sure what he even wants to say, but he’s so sure of this one. He used to hate Mal, back home when she was the one pushing him into closets and lockers and stealing his inventions, and then it was like a switch got flipped and all the times he’d followed her around to make her day worse, to try and spit gum into her hair from rooftops, and drop salt into her coffee when she left it on her school desk all seemed petty and stupid in light of how much he was suddenly devoted to her. He’d hated Jay too, up until the moment when he looked over at the wrong time, and all the feelings switched over into confused-hungry-aching, and he couldn’t stand to look at him, until his feelings for Mal settled into place and he fell in love with the both of them.
He’s never not loved Evie, but Evie’s special.
“Not like that.” Carlos says, finally. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s just that I don’t know how to have emotions like normal people do, and for me, they’re sort of the same thing.”
The callouses on Ben’s writing finger slide against the rough skin on Carlos’s knuckles. The places where he’s split them open from hot water and abrasive chemicals don’t hurt anymore, but they catch, against the rough pieces of Ben.
He’s wearing them down. Evie’s helping, with her potions and chemistry. They’re working on it together.
“Okay,” Ben says, and he’s not looking at Carlos. “Is it okay if I say I love you anyway?”
The horrible-wonderful feeling that’s somewhere between fear and anger and love bursts hot and painful in his chest.
“Yeah,” Carlos whispers. His voice cracks anyway, because it’s stupid that way. “I can’t– I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to say it back. But I don’t hate you.”
A squeeze.
“I love you too.”
#my fic#descendants#descendants fic#ben florian#carlos de vil#benlos#ship of my heart….#I know I write for everything but benlos truly was the first ship I got deeply invested in for this movie#the good boy scene was deeply influential. To me.
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here's my fic for day 6 of @mcyt-yuri-week! today's prompt is "cozy"
Okay, so trying to drain an ocean monument alone might not have been the best idea.
Gem was doing so well, too. She’d made so much progress on the project over just a few hours. She’s no stranger to mob fights — she can easily take down a horde of zombies (once she knows they’re behind her) or beat her friends at sparring practice any day. Ocean monsters can’t be that different, right? She should be perfectly capable of building a guardian farm. She should be, but unfortunately, it turns out that she isn’t.
After three rounds of mining fatigue and void knows how many guardian beams, Gem resigned herself to the fact that she was absolutely going to die. Losing all her tools and armor would be awful, but there was no way out of it — she hadn’t packed enough water breathing potions. Everything would’ve gone wrong, but just in the nick of time, Pearl swooped down and lifted her out of the water.
So instead of trudging back from her house to salvage a few surviving items, Gem is in Pearl’s base, curled up on the couch while Pearl fusses over her.
“Now, why would you go and do a thing like that, Gem?” Pearl teases. “That’s not good for you!”
“Well, I didn’t mean to,” Gem tries to say, but it comes out as a jumbled mess of words.
“That’s alright.” Pearl hands her a healing potion. “I’m gonna get you fixed up. Can I touch your armor?”
Most people wouldn’t even ask, Gem thinks. They’d just try to take it off for me. The thought sparks something like electricity in her mind — Pearl isn’t like anyone she’s ever met before. “Mhm.”
“Alright. I’m gonna take it off so we can get you into some dry clothes.” Pearl gently lifts Gem’s helmet off and undoes the latches on the back of her chestplate. Gem slips off her leggings. Pearl kneels down and takes Gem’s right boot off, tugs at the left one, then realizes. “Oh, void, your ankle’s twisted really badly. It’s all swollen. Do you have mending on these?”
“Nope. Unfortunately.” Gem sighs and flops back onto the couch.
“Well, it’s fortunate for you right now,” Pearl chuckles. “I’m sorry, but I think I’m gonna have to break this.”
“Tryin’ to leave me defenseless, huh?” Gem murmurs. “I see your tricks.”
“Oh, shush.” Pearl takes out her pickaxe and gently taps at the diamond boot on Gem’s foot. “Does that hurt?”
Gem winces as a tap comes a bit too close to her ankle. “Little bit.”
“Sorry. It should only be a minute.” Pearl’s attempts somehow become even gentler.
Gem closes her eyes. “Take your time…”
Cracks spread across the length of the boot. With a final tap, it shatters apart. “There. Got it. You alright, Gem?”
“Mhm,” Gem murmurs. “’S fine.”
Aw, she’s sleepy, Pearl thinks before she can stop herself. Gem looks so cozy there on the couch, and Pearl suddenly wants nothing more than to patch her up and keep her safe. “Do you wanna get up, or should I just get splash potions?”
“Mmm.”
“Noted.” Pearl laughs as she wanders off to grab some splash potions out of a chest.
By the time Pearl comes back with the potions, Gem is curled up in a cozy ball on the couch, already asleep. Pearl’s heart swells. She splashes the two potions onto Gem, making certain not to be too forceful or make too much noise, and watches as the cuts and bruises on Gem’s skin slowly fade. Her ankle is still a bit swollen, so Pearl puts a pillow underneath it and adds an ice pack. Gem looks so peaceful and safe that Pearl can’t help but feel her heart melt every time she looks at her friend. Without even thinking about it, she goes to another chest and takes out a blanket. She might as well make sure Gem is cozy while she heals. It’s the logical thing to do. (No other reason.)
Pearl drapes the quilt over Gem’s sleeping form. Its soft blue blocks and cloud patches fit Gem’s style just as well as hers. The thought is strangely heartwarming, and Pearl feels a strange fluttering in her chest that she isn’t used to. Gem is silly and badass and kind and so pretty Pearl can barely stand it stylish, and Pearl doesn’t quite know what to make of her. All she knows is that she’s glad she took a detour past the ocean when she did.
Gem makes a peaceful humming sound. Pearl leans down and kisses her on the forehead. “Sleep well, Gem.”
“G’night, Pearl,” Gem murmurs with a smile.
Pearl jumps back, blushing beet-red. Oh, void, oh, void, she was awake, that’s so embarrassing, that shouldn’t be embarrassing, why am I embarrassed?
Gem giggles. “Thank you for saving me.”
“You’re welcome,” Pearl murmurs back.
Even when Gem is fast asleep and snoring softly, the blush in Pearl’s cheeks doesn’t fade.
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take care - chapter 2
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Pairing: Joel Miller/Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)
Read it on AO3
Summary:
After waking up to an empty house and a missing horse, you make the journey to Jackson in to give Joel Miller a piece of your fucking mind.
Additional tags: explicit sexual content, p in v, apology sex disguised as hate sex
When Joel and Ellie finally make it back to Jackson, he expects to feel relief. That his life would get back on track, back to some semblance of normal.
What he didn’t expect was to be greeted by a fist to the face.
“You son of a bitch!” A familiar voice shouts at him. One that he didn’t think he’d hear again. “You stole my fucking horse!”
“Oh shit,” Ellie says with a laugh. When Joel lifts his head, he sees her run to you and wrap you in a hug.
Traitor.
You squeeze Ellie back. “It’s so good to see you.” Your eyes narrow at Joel. “I’m gonna kick your ass, Miller.”
“Have at it,” Ellie says.
“Ellie,” Joel hisses. He takes a tentative step forward. “Look, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
“That ain’t worth shit, Joel.”
Tommy chooses that moment to finally make an appearance. “Is everything alright here?”
“Everything’s just swell ,” you say sarcastically. “But I hope you’re ready to be an only child.”
Tommy blinks, head swiveling towards Joel. “You’ve been here for less than ten minutes, how have you pissed someone off already?”
“It’s a gift of his,” Ellie says.
“Alright, alright. Let’s all calm down,” Maria says as she walks up, standing beside Tommy. “You take Joel, I’ll take the girls.”
“Come on, brother. You’ve got some explaining to do.”
Joel follows Tommy, glancing back at you and Ellie. Your arms are crossed over your chest and you raise an eyebrow challengingly at him.
If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under.
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“So you guys made it to Salt Lake but then…?” You ask Ellie, picking at the meal Maria set in front of you.
You’d been in Jackson for a week now. When you’d woken up to an empty bed, an emptier house, and one less horse in your pasture, you’d made the split second decision to chase that horse stealing piece of shit across state lines because damn it , he owes you a fucking explanation.
After boarding up all your windows and doors in the hopes that you’d get to come back to a house and not a clicker party or a scavenged skeleton, you loaded up Millie, your remaining mare, and set out for Jackson County, Wyoming. It’s the only other place that Joel and Ellie mentioned during their time with you, and it seemed like a good bet.
The trip was long, but quiet. It gave you ample time to stew in your anger and your hurt.
When you’d arrived at the town, you were pleasantly surprised by the community they’d built. After being alone for so long, it was nice to be surrounded by people. Tommy assigned you to farm work and animal care, tasks you were already familiar with from back home.
“Joel said the Fireflies gave up trying to find a cure. That it wasn’t worth the effort anymore,” she said, voice morose. Maria shares a look with you that you can’t interpret.
“Traveled all that way for nothin’, huh?” You joke, nudging her with your shoulder. She flashes you a brief smile. “Glad you’re okay, kid.”
Her smile reaches her eyes this time. “Sorry about your horse. It was Joel’s shitty idea.”
“Don’t make a habit out of stealing.” You tug on her ponytail in reply and she leans away from you, laughing. “Or one day you’ll steal from the wrong people.”
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“So…you had sex with this woman…and then stole her horse?” Tommy asks, eyebrows raised judgmentally at Joel. “I can’t believe I ever looked up to you.”
Joel scrubs a hand across his face. “It wasn’t my finest moment, okay?”
“Where’s the horse now? You guys came here on foot.”
“I lost him. Back in Salt Lake.”
Tommy barks out a laugh. “Oh, you definitely earned that punch.”
Joel rolls his eyes. Tommy stops their walk in front of a two story house that looks like it’s seen better days.
“This one’s for you,” Tommy tells him. “There’s a garage in the back. Figured that maybe Ellie might like her own space after…everything.”
Joel stares at the house. The siding is faded, and the roof could use some work. “Seems like a lot of space for just one person.”
“Maybe it won’t just be you forever,” Tommy replies before heading up the steps to the front door. “Come on.”
Joel considers his brother’s words as he follows him up the steps.
Maybe it won’t just be you forever.
Too bad the only woman he’d stop to consider forever with hates his guts.
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When Joel returns to the town square with Tommy, his eyes catch on you laughing boisterously at something Ellie said, the younger girl’s most shit eating grin lighting up her face.
“Since the house needs some work, you can stay in one of the lodge rooms. Your uh…lady friend…is also staying there until we fix a place up for her,” Tommy says. As if sensing someone is talking about you, you glance over at the two men, eyes narrowing at Joel. “Good luck with that.”
With a clap on the shoulder, his brother leaves him standing in the middle of the town in a staring contest with you. He refuses to flinch, refuses to look away in the hopes that something in his gaze conveys the apology he owes you.
The message must get delivered because your shoulders drop just slightly, some of the tension easing from your muscles and your gaze softening. But before he gets a chance to take advantage of your change in mood, you turn and walk away with a wave to Ellie.
“Where’s she off to?” He asks her as he approaches. She smirks.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She says. Joel raises an eyebrow and waits her out. He knows damn well she can’t keep her mouth shut. “Alright, fine! She went to the stable for evening chores.”
He claps her on the shoulder in thanks before heading out after you.
“I’m not settin’ your nose if she breaks it!” Ellie yells out behind him.
Joel rolls his eyes but keeps walking.
He’s got an apology to make.
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You lay out the last meal of the night in Millie’s stable, patting her on the side affectionately as she munches happily on her hay.
“Crazy day today, Mills,” you tell her. “You’ll never guess who showed up.”
“You talkin’ about me?” A deep voice says, making you jump slightly.
“Talkin’ shit,” you reply.
“Listen—“
“No, you listen. I don’t owe you shit,” you snap, cutting him off as that anger bubbles up inside of you. “And really, at the end of the day, I guess you don’t owe me shit either. And that’s fine. But I had the decency to treat you like a goddamn human and you didn’t give me the same respect.”
“Why’d you come here?” Joel asks, voice quiet.
You pause. “What?”
“Why’d you come here?” Joel asks again, louder. He takes a step closer. “Why come all this way? To yell at me?”
“I—“
“Or is it because you were startin’ to feel somethin’?”
You take a step back as he continues to advance, your back thumping against the wall as he blocks you in.
“Because that’s what made me leave, sweetheart,” Joel continues.
You gape at him. “You’re kidding me, right? You’re telling me the reason you left was because I had a goddamn crush on you?” You shove against his chest with both hands, surprising him enough that he stumbles back a step, leaving enough space for you to slip out from between him and the wall. “Go fuck yourself, Joel Miller.”
You rush out of the stable, ignoring his calls of your name as you head back to town, back to the little room at the lodge they’ve been letting you call home.
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Joel lies awake that night in his room, the first ounce of privacy he’s had that didn’t involve lying on his death bed or being knocked out cold, thinking about you. About the anger in your eyes as he once again fucked up his words and couldn’t get his true feelings out.
Typical.
With a sigh, he sits up, accepting that sleep won’t come to him until he fixes this rift, this canyon, he’s created with you.
After pulling on his t-shirt, he leaves his room in search of yours. Ellie’s got the one next to him, so it stands to reason that the room at the end of the hall with a sliver of light spilling from the gap between the door and floor is where he’ll find you.
He knocks softly, three times, holding his breath as he strains to hear any movement from you. He thinks you’re going to ignore him, but the soft creak of the mattress and footsteps on the hardwood prove him wrong.
You open the door slightly, just a crack, but enough for Joel to get an eyeful of the exposed skin of your thigh. “What?”
“Let me in,” Joel demands.
You roll your eyes and attempt to shut the door in his face, but he presses a palm against the rough wood. He shoves it open just wide enough for him to slip inside, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot.
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Joel’s pressed alarmingly close to you after that maneuver, his chest rising and falling rapidly, brushing against yours with each inhale.
Those dark brown eyes search yours for one brief moment before his callused hands are framing your face and tugging your lips to his.
Stunned, your stupid lizard brain takes over and immediately kisses him back, your mouth opening to him without argument. Your hands fist his thin t-shirt, unsure of whether you want to pull him closer or shove him away.
As your logic returns to you, you bite Joel’s lip in retaliation. Hard enough to make him hiss a murmured curse against your lips, but not enough to deter him. Instead, he wraps his hands under your thighs and lifts you, turning to press your back against the door.
What sprinkle of logic that returned to you vanishes as he grinds against your center, the length of him warm even through the layers of sleep clothes between you. A whine leaves your lips against your will.
“That the spot, baby?” Joel whispers against your ear before nipping at the lobe. “Tell me, did this pussy miss my cock?”
Your cheeks burn at his words. Because any time you closed your eyes since your one night together, all you could picture was his body moving on top of yours, even as you told yourself you hated the man.
“I think it did,” Joel continues when you don’t reply. He shifts until you’re propped up on one strong arm, his free hand sliding between your bodies until his fingers slip beneath the band of your underwear.
“Don’t hurt yourself, old man,” you say, but your voice comes out more breathy than snarky. And he notices.
“You wanna play like that?” He growls. Without warning, two thick fingers plunge inside of you, curling mercilessly and making you cry out. “Be quiet. ”
“Or what?” You hiss. You lean forward, sinking your teeth roughly into his neck, causing him to groan.
He withdraws his hand, leaving you disappointingly empty. But when he doesn’t move, it takes you a moment to realize that hand has shoved down his sleep pants and is now holding your panties to the side as he thrusts inside you in one sharp motion.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, back arching from the door. “Joel !”
“That’s right, baby, say my fuckin’ name,” he says, jaw clenched as he pounds into you roughly.
“Joel, Joel, Joel,” you pant, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you hold on for dear life against the onslaught of sensation.
He buries his head against your neck, pressing soft kisses there that juxtapose the brutal pace he’s set with his cock. It’s in that action that you realize what this is. Not a hate fuck, but an apology.
It only takes a few more well angled thrusts for you to unravel around him, your muscles tightening almost painfully before your release washes over you.
“That’s it, baby,” Joel murmurs as his own rhythm stutters. He pulls out suddenly, grinding his cock against the soft skin of your belly until he cums, hot and heavy.
He sets you down slowly, making sure you’re okay before bending to pull his pants back up around his waist. He lifts you again, this time with one hand around your back and the other under your knees, carrying you a few steps to the bed and settling you down gently.
“Hold on,” he says before disappearing into the bathroom and coming back with a warm washcloth.
“This seems familiar,” you mutter, refusing to meet his eyes. He tilts your head toward him with a finger beneath your chin, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“Not goin’ anywhere this time,” he promises when he pulls back, wiping the mess from your skin before tossing the cloth to the floor.
He crawls beneath the scratchy comforter with you, looping an arm around your waist and pressing against you.
“Didn’t leave because you had a crush on me. I left because I knew if I stayed, if I kept fooling myself into thinking that a life with you was in the cards for me…well, I’d’ve never left.”
You shift in his arms, turning to face him. “Would that have been so bad?”
“You don’t deserve to deal with the shit I come with.”
“Hate to break it to you, Joel, but you’re still here. With me. You just added more steps to the process.” You pause. “All while losing my horse.”
He laughs. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“You ever gonna tell me what happened in Salt Lake?”
He grows serious, then. His eyes harden, jaw clenching. “I don’t…I don’t think you'll like the answer.”
“Did the Fireflies really give up on a cure, Joel?” You ask tentatively when he doesn’t offer anymore information. He shakes his head, eyes looking past you. “Did…did you kill them?”
His eyes meet yours then as he nods, and you inhale sharply.
“Okay,” you whisper. He looks at you in surprise.
“Okay?” He asks, voice incredulous.
“Yeah. Okay.”
He burrows close to you, shuffling forward until he can place his head to your chest. You run your fingers through his hair soothingly.
“Thank you,” he murmurs.
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When Joel wakes, it’s on the edge of the mattress. You’re splayed out over the remaining third, mouth open in a snore. The sight makes Joel smile.
He nudges you on the shoulder and you blink up at him sleepily. “I’m gonna get us coffee,” he tells you. You nod before turning onto your belly and burying your head into the pillow.
“Two sugars,” you mumble.
Joel laughs as he leaves your room, heading for the lobby. He stops short when he sees Ellie sitting in one of the old stuffed chairs, feet propped on a small table. She smirks at him.
“Hey,” she says. “Thought I’d go with you to get coffee but imagine my complete and total surprise to find your room empty.”
He frowns at her. “Shut up.”
“Great comeback. Award winning. How will I ever recover from such a blow,” she replies sarcastically as he stomps to his room.
“ Ellie. ”
“Must’ve been one hell of an apology.”
“ELLIE!”
As the young girl’s laughter follows him to his room, he shuts the door and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he’s finally where he’s meant to be.
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller fic#joel miller smut#hbo tlou#the last of us#joel miller#joel miller x you#no use of y/n#Joel doesn’t know how to express his emotions#mild angst#joel and ellie#ellie williams#tlou
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Thank you @cams4 for an adorable Sans x OC commission 🥺 I love plant mages, if I could pick any magic power it would probably be something plant related <3
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Calypso came in from the rain, closing the backdoor behind her, cutting off the sound of the downpour that had quickly descended over the skeleton household. She pulled off her coat and hung it up beside the door, moving into the kitchen with a collection of cut plant stalks in one hand. The stems were long but not that thick, the ends dotted with what looked like hundreds of clusters of tiny balls.
When she arrived in the kitchen, Sans was already there. He was leaning on the countertop, casually, a cup of coffee in hand and an easy smile on his face.
(She hadn’t seen the way he jumped at the sound of her coming in. Though it wasn't unusual for her to come over, he hadn't been expecting to see her. She hadn’t seen how he pulled at his dirty shirt, counting the stains and wishing he’d worn something less gross. She hadn’t seen how he scrabbled at some dirty plates he’d bought down from his room and teleported them into the sink- and she hadn’t seen the three poses he’d attempted, before settling on the most casual-seeming one.)
“hey caly.” He said, smooth and warm.
... Calypso’s fern-green eyes only needed to land on him for a few moments, before he already felt himself slightly losing his cool, cheekbones prickling and threatening to flush blue. He swallowed, shifting his weight a little more onto one foot.
She visibly brightened. Raindrops hung suspended in her golden hair, like dozens of little pearls. “Sans! You’re up early!”
Sans was up early. 11am- early for him. He winked. “yup, i can’t be-leaf it either. whatcha doin’ out in the rain?”
His joke earned a modest snort, despite the innumerable amount of times he’d said that same joke to her. “Just some gardening for Papyrus. Is he home yet?”
“not yet. still working out, probably.”
He didn’t really understand why Calypso bothered with gardening. She was a mage- capable of making plant life grow on command. And yet she often still insisted on taking the long route.
“... I just think it’s much more rewarding to let the plants grow themselves, and help them along a bit. Listen to them, rather than forcing them to make the journey faster. They’re just as pretty when they’re growing as they are when they’re grown.”
... He didn’t get it. The only plant he’d managed to keep alive was a little potted cactus she’d given him a few months ago, a creature who sat happily on his windowsill and seemed to thrive on his neglect. If he had plant powers he’d use them all the time.
... But maybe there was an element of comfort, to him, about the fact that the girl he was so hopelessly head-over-heels for preferred a fixer-upper to something already perfect.
“what’s pap growin’ now, then?” He asked.
“He likes dahlias, so I’ve just planted some. He described them as ‘POSITIVELY MATHEMATICAL’.” She drew a vase out of the cupboard, filling it with water and dropping the large trimmings in. “They might take a while to grow, but that’s alright.”
Sans couldn’t help but chuckle. Of course his brother was obsessed with such a symmetrical flower.
“gotta admit, i’m comin’ up short on dahlia puns.” He supported his chin on his elbow, swirling the remaining dredges of coffee in his cup. Talking to her... it just made him feel so... relaxed. So okay. “what’re the ones in the vase, then?”
“Just some of the hydrangea. It’s getting huge, now. It’s good to garden them when it’s raining.” She gently rearranged them. “I thought they’d look nice inside, when they bloomed.”
He grinned. “bet they’ll be bloomin’ unbelievable.”
...
Calypso suddenly shifted. She looked... nervous? She bit her lip.
... Sans immediately felt himself shift too, instinctively, smile losing a few millimetres. He lowered his mug.
“... something... wrong?” He asked, carefully, after a few moments of silence.
She had no idea how much that single sentence meant, coming from him. Sans, famously terrified of any emotional subject, had a tendency to evacuate the room even when his closest friends got too upset. But with her, he felt a degree of comfort he’d only felt before around family.
... He wanted to make sure she was okay.
“N-no, not at all.” She needlessly adjusted the flower in the vase again. “I’m fine. Uhm... It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
The thought of her not being able to tell him something made him feel itchy.
“... you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. but, uh... you can tell me anything, heh.” He was wearing his most disarming smile. “‘sides, if it’s botherin’ you, it’s usually better to get it out.”
If Papyrus had been in the room he would’ve fainted at the sight of Sans not only avoiding the easy way out of the conversation (just accepting her 'I'm fine'), but actively pushing for greater emotional honesty.
As a monster, he had exceptional hearing. He didn’t want to tell her that he could hear her heartbeat getting faster.
“I’m...” Her eyes darted around, focusing on anything that wasn’t him. Were her cheeks getting red? Shit, had one of his jokes landed badly? He racked his mind for anything he could've said to make her upset. “Y-you’re right. It’s... it’ll be better to get it out.”
He was getting nervous now. Was it bad? Should he be concerned? “mhm.”
She stared at the hydrangea. She fidgeted with the side of the countertop, took a breath in...
“I... I really like you.”
...
...
“.......... huh?”
“... Like... erm...” She tucked some hair behind her ear, still not looking at him. “... Romantically.”
...
Not what he was expecting to hear.
...
The sound of the rain outside filled the room. Sans stood there, staring at her blankly, waiting for the punchline. Waiting for her to start laughing, grin and say it was a prank. Waiting for the gotcha!
There was no way she liked him. It was too good to be true.
... Not when he liked her so much, too.
Calypso glanced at him- his expression must’ve been something else, because she immediately looked away again. He could smell regret starting to seep out of her.
“I-I mean... it doesn’t matter. You don’t have to do anything. It’s no big deal.” She laced her fingers together, then unlaced them, tapping them on the countertop, as unsure of how to stand as he had been minutes earlier. “I just, uhm... figured you should know... nothing has to change though. A-and it’s fine, I’ll probably-”
Her cheeks were getting progressively redder and redder, and her voice progressively smaller and smaller. She was being honest.
“i-i like you too,” he blurted.
...
She finally looked at him. She stared at him as blankly as he’d stared at her.
... He had to let go of his mug, for fear of cracking the handle.
“... romantically.”
Calypso's face flushed. As it did, her eyes glimmered green for a split second- and every bud on hydrangeas in the vase instantly opened, a vivid bunch of bubblegum pink.
It kinda matched the shade on her cheeks.
...
“Y-you... do?” Her voice cracked.
His Soul was in his mouth. If it turned out she was pranking him, he’d never forgive her. don’t laugh at me.
“... you sound like you don’t believe me.” He said, as playfully as he could, in the state he was in. He could feel his eyelights all but twinkling in his sockets, they were probably embarrassingly big and fuzzy.
“I... w-well. You’re just... you’re so cool, and I...”
... Sans laughed. He couldn’t help it. It was a short sound, he covered his mouth- she quickly gave him a quizzical look. Though she seemed comforted by the sound.
i feel like my bones are gonna fall apart.
“i-i’m sorry. i just...” He dragged his hand down his face, his grin was so big it was starting to ache. “i can’t believe you said that. that’s exactly how i feel about you.”
The hydrangeas went from pink to red. Again, just like her face. “... You think I’m... cool?”
He had word vomit. “who wouldn’t?”
He was so... excited? Happy? He couldn’t put his finger on it. He wasn’t used to not knowing exactly how he felt.
...
“... I didn’t know you could go that colour.” Calypso giggled, gently.
Sans quickly became self-conscious of the amount of magic he could feel prickling in his cheekbones. His face must’ve been absolutely cerulean; he itched his cheekbone, letting out a weak chuckle of his own and glancing away.
“guess, uh... my crush confessing to me blue me away, heheh...”
...
She reached across, and took one of his skeletal hands in hers.
He stared at the two limbs, entwined. Warmth spread through his chest. Whatever he was feeling, he really liked it.
...
“pap is gonna lose his shit when he finds out.”
“I know, right?”
#commissions#sometimes. u just want it soft and sweet#and sometimes u vehemently wish you were the character you were writing [many many eyes emojis]
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Sixty Eight
Kim’s head kept drifting towards Billy’s shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut before she’d snap forward again. She kept blinking her eyes hard, rubbing her fingers across her eyelids to try and keep her body awake. Max’s head was resting in her lap as soft snores left her mouth. They had been here for nearly three hours, but Susan had only been seen about forty five minutes ago. Kim wished they would hurry and tell her what was wrong.
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Billy reassured her, his leg moving against hers as he bounced his foot. He had stepped out multiple times for a cigarette, but never looked quite relieved once he returned. She was sure he was worried about Neil. Neil had fled into the night, fleeing like he knew this was Susan’s last straw, “When I broke my arm they asked me a bunch of questions.” He sounded withdrawn suddenly.
“Questions?” She furrowed her eyebrows together, unsure of what he meant. Kim had never been in the emergency room before, neither had Max. It had been very rare up until recently that they actually visited the doctor. He nodded his head, glancing towards her for a second.
“Yeah,” He brought the coffee back towards his lips. Kim was sure that it wasn’t helping with any of his jitters, “They wanted to know how it happened. Who did it.” He mumbled softly, his eyes looking far away as he thought about something. Kim looked at him curiously, feeling a pang in her heart as she realized he’d been here before.
“I bet you had a cool cast,” She told him softly, “Her arm just looked off.” Kim shook her head, beginning to feel nauseous again as she remembered the odd dip that had been in Susan’s forearm. She breathed in deeply, hoping that it would be an easy fix.
“A lot of girls signed it,” He teased her back. He glanced around before he pushed the hair from her face. His blue eyes looked over her tired features and she wondered how deep the bags underneath her eyes were, “You should rest.” He suggested softly, still bouncing his leg as he spoke.
“I can’t,” She told him seriously, “My body is tired but it’s like my mind is awake.” She told him honestly, not sure if that made sense at all. He nodded his head, looking like he understood as he offered her a drink from his cup. She quickly shook her head no, afraid of how she’d act on that much caffeine.
“I know,” He glanced around before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her forehead, “Everything will be okay.” HIs lips brushed against her forehead as he spoke. She sighed, breathing in the feeling of him. She felt that they had been lucky. There hadn’t been a mass amount of people when they’d arrived, but it still took some time. She had a particularly hard time looking at one of the gentlemen who had arrived with a rather large fish hook stuck in the left side of his cheek.
Kim was glad she wasn’t going to become a nurse.
“What do you think she’s saying?” She questioned him, feeling a little nervous as she did so. She thought about Neil, wondering what would happen if Susan did press charges. She found herself moving closer towards Billy, fearing that this could be the end for them.
“I don’t know,” Billy said honestly, “I’m sure he didn’t mean for it to get this bad.” He mumbled softly as he sat his coffee cup down next to him. Kim felt bad for him, thinking of how tragic it must be to still search for something good in your father after something like this happened.
“Are you the group with Mrs. Hargrove?” A nurse appeared, a kind smile on her face as she walked towards them. Kim felt her heart stop before it started again.
“Yes,” Kim spoke quickly as she glanced down at Max on her lap, unsure if she should awaken her before she knew the news, “Is she okay?” She asked worriedly, as if there was something worse than just a broken arm.
“She’s resting,” The nurse smiled kindly, “If you’d like to visit her for a moment, I can take you.” She offered them. Kim quickly shook her head before she moved towards Max’s sleeping form.
“Max,” Kim shook her awake gently. Max looked up at her, blinking away the sleep and confusion as she slowly sat back up in the chair, “Hey, we can go see mom.” Kim spoke softly, careful not to startle Max too much. Max’s blue eyes shot up and she was scrambling to her feet, looking more than ready to see Susan. Kim stood a second later, turning towards Billy and waiting.
“I’ll stay.” He looked at them confused, wiping the back of his mouth as he dismissed Kim’s urging look for him to follow. She found herself frowning suddenly, hoping that he didn’t feel bad for what had happened.
“No,” Max looked at him, “It’s fine, please come with us.” She begged, reaching for one of his hands. Billy paused, his stance temporarily frozen like he wasn’t expecting Max to care so much. Kim nodded, hating the thought of Billy sitting out here alone.
“Please,” Kim squeezed his bicep gently, not wanting him to feel bad for what happened, “I don’t want you to be alone.” She told him honestly. He sighed deeply for a moment, looking like he wanted to argue but he quickly stopped himself. He nodded his head, before he let Max tug him down the long hallway. Kim bit back a grin as she thought about how sweet but complicated their relationship was.
Her heart began to beat a little faster as the nurse opened the door for them. Kim wasn’t sure if she liked that the nurse was smiling. She understood why she would do it, but the gesture did nothing to make the gloomy feelings inside of her go away. Kim entered the room last, trying to ignore the sick feeling that was growing deep inside of her.
“Mom?” Max asked, sounding a bit unsure as she stepped forward towards the edge of the bed. Her features were lined with worry and concern. Billy released her hand and turned towards Kim, nudging her forward so that she was no longer standing behind him. She gulped, wishing she could hold his hand.
“Hi baby,” Susan sighed deeply. Kim faltered in the doorway, staring at the bruises that covered her face. Her eye was no longer swollen shut, but it was still swollen. Her lips were cracked but no longer dried with blood. Kim’s eyes lingered against her right hand, watching the cast for a second before she stepped forward, “I���m fine.” Susan tried to reassure them. Max faltered before she stepped forward, slowly pushing her way onto the bed with Susan.
“Are you able to leave?” Kim was gentle as she pushed Susan’s bangs from her eyes. She met her mother’s brown eyes, noticing the sadness that was lingering inside. Kim wasn’t sure where they would go once Susan could leave. She didn’t want to go back home, she didn’t want to see Neil again. She feared that Susan would let all of this slide and act like nothing was wrong.
“No,” Susan gulped, “I mean yes I can leave. I just have to wait for the police to arrive.” She said slowly, her eyes flickering towards Billy before she looked at Kim again. She scooted over a bit, adjusting herself on the bed as she slowly pulled Max closer to her.
“Why are the cops coming?” Max looked at her curiously, like she was thinking the same thing Kim was. Kim watched the way Billy was fumbling with his rings and looking as if he needed to step out for another smoke. The pieces began to connect as Kim realized they wouldn’t be going home to Neil again.
“I need to issue a statement about what happened,” Susan glanced towards Billy, a look of regret crossing her features, “We can’t go back to the house. Not yet.” She drew out softly, but looked more determined than ever. Kim kept quiet. She felt happy for her mom, yet at the same time she was worried about what would happen to Billy now. She didn’t want him to be alone with his father.
“You’re leaving Neil?” Max looked at her in disbelief, but seemed happy at the thought at the same time. Kim gnawed on her bottom lip, trying to keep her own excitement at bay. She didn’t want to upset Billy, but the thought of them all being free from Neil was thrilling.
“We can’t stay there,” Susan’s voice was shaky as her eyes grew more wet, “It’s too dangerous. For all of us.” Her eyes turned towards Billy again, making a point to draw out her words as she looked at him. Billy’s eyes found his shoes.
“I can get your bags tomorrow.” He mumbled. Kim felt her heart break, fearing this would be the last time she saw him. She stared at him for a long time, listening to the dejected tone he used. She didn’t want to lose him, she couldn’t. She would convince him to stay, no matter what she had to do. If things were already going bad, there would be no point in hiding their secret. She would go wherever he went.
“You’re coming with us,” Susan spoke with determination, “We’re all going to find somewhere better.” Kim turned to her mother surprised, unsure if she had heard her right. She thought back to the first time they had seen Neil hit Billy and how Susan was adamant they couldn’t leave with Billy. Billy hesitated for a moment before he turned stoic again.
“You’re not my mom.” He said simply, getting straight to the point. He had never shied away from saying that Susan didn’t like him and he didn’t seem like he was just simply going to give in with her demand. Kim thought about saying something before the sound of Susan’s cries drew her own thoughts away.
“Billy,” Susan sobbed, “I’m so sorry for everything. I should’ve done better, I should’ve treated you better than what I did.” Max sat up a bit, as if to confirm that Susan was indeed crying. She shot Kim a questioning look but Kim didn’t have an answer either. She only hoped that Susan really did feel bad and this wasn’t just because of the pain she was experiencing.
“It’s okay, Susan,” Billy looked uncomfortable as the attention turned towards him, “I’m fine.” He said gruffly, rubbing his arm like he wasn’t sure how to react. Kim was sure that he was lost at the moment. He met Kim’s eyes in confusion, looking like he was searching for help.
“I shouldn’t have let your dad be so mean to you,” Susan blubbered on, “You deserved so much better than that.” She was shaking her head as she cried, looking utterly remorseful as her body shook. Kim paused, knowing that Billy didn’t have to forgive her if he didn’t want to. She watched him softly, hoping that he didn’t feel that way.
“I’m fine,” He gulped hard, “He’s my dad. It doesn’t matter.” He shrugged it off quickly, looking like he wanted to do anything but talk about it. It took a step forward suddenly, moving towards Kim like he needed his own support.
“Of course it mattered. I should’ve made him stop that first day,” She was bawling hysterically now, “I should’ve taken you all and left. I’m so sorry.” Max curled up closer to Susan, like she was trying to calm her down. Kim found herself caressing Susan’s hair again, her own tears beginning to form in her eyes. None of this was fair towards Billy, but she hated seeing Susan cry. There was something so heartbreaking about seeing her mom cry, she didn’t quite understand it.
“It’s fine,” He was still averting his eyes as he tried to reassure her, “I don’t blame you for that. Please. Just stop crying.” He sounded awkward as he spoke. Kim leaned down to gently hug Susan, trying to keep her from crying so hysterically.
Kim’s head was gently resting against Susan’s shoulder, with one arm resting against her midriff. Max was snuggled up against Susan’s side, looking much smaller than Kim remembered. Susan kept motioning Billy closer and closer to the bed, until he was standing behind Kim. Susan reached behind with her good arm, taking a light grip of Billy’s shirt and pulling him down into their mass of bodies. Kim wiped her eyes, stifling her own laugh as she felt Billy’s stiff body press down on top of her back.
She turned to glance up at him, inspecting the uncomfortable look on his features. He licked his bottom lip as he met Kim’s eyes, quickly shooting his eyebrows up and then back down like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Kim grinned, wondering if they had given Susan any pain medications.
“Susan,” Hopper didn’t bother to introduce himself as he stepped into the room. Billy quickly straightened himself and began to play with his watch as he took large steps away from the girls. Kim shifted off the edge of the bed, still feeling an awkwardness between herself and Hopper, “How are you?” He sounded kind, his voice soft compared to the stoic look on his face. Kim wondered how many cases like this he’d seen. Or if he was upset that he had risked El being in their care when Neil was capable of this.
“Okay,” She took in a shaky breath, “How does this work?” Hopper’s eyes looked over the other three in the room. Kim glanced towards Billy, looking at how distant his eyes seemed. She wished there was a way to know what he was thinking or how he was feeling.
“How about a few minutes of privacy?” Hopper asked as he glanced towards the door, hinting to the kids that he’d like for them to leave. Kim nodded, gently beginning to nudge Max towards the door. Max huffed about it, but followed out anyway.
“I hate this,” Max spoke roughly, “Why can’t we be there to support her?” She sounded cranky as she spoke. Kim was sure that she was. They hadn’t slept much and she was sure Max was growing hungry. Billy lingered close to Kim. his fingers brushing against hers as they walked. She looked towards him quickly, making sure that he was alright.
“I don’t think it’d be easy to talk about,” Kim offered gently. Susan hadn’t even said what had happened, only that Neil had lost his cool suddenly, “Don’t worry. We’ll be out of here soon.” Max continued to grumble underneath her breath, like Kim hadn’t said anything at all.
They sat back in the waiting room, waiting for Susan to return to them. Kim was glad that it had at least hit six in the morning. The TV’s came alive, flooding the room with sound rather than leaving them hidden in silence. Max curled back up on the couch in the waiting room, looking like she didn’t want to be touched this time around.
Billy’s leg was bouncing again and she watched several times as he removed his cigarette box from his pocket, checking to confirm that it was empty before he put it away again. He did it a few more times, as if a cigarette would magically appear. She turned to look at his face, noticing how he looked paler than usual. She moved closer to him, not caring what anyone thought at the moment.
“Have you heard from your dad?” Kim asked, even though it was a silly question. She hadn’t seen him go to a phone, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t tried. She wasn’t as upset with the thought as what she thought she would be. She understood that Neil was still Billy’s dad and that despite everything that had happened, Billy still cared for him. She only hoped that maybe this would help Billy realize some things about Neil.
“No,” Billy spoke earnestly, “I don’t know where he would’ve gone.” He looked almost crestfallen, like he hated not having the answer. She watched him for a moment, wondering what he was thinking in his head.
“I’m scared.” She told him softly as their fingers wrapped along each other. He squeezed her hand gently before he breathed in deeply as he thought about her statement for a moment. He turned in his seat so he could face her.
“Don’t be,” He rubbed his finger along the exposed skin on her arm, “Your mom is strong, she’ll be fine.” He reassured her, his blue eyes looking at her calmly. She paused as she tried to sort out her thoughts and feelings.
“I’m not worried about her,” She spoke, feeling a little guilty, “I’m worried about us. I don’t want to lose you.” She admitted slowly. His lips curled into a grin as he rubbed his thumb across her freckled arm. She felt goosebumps forming from the sensation.
“You won’t.” He told her calmly, like losing him was far from the scenario that they were stuck in. Kim breathed out softly, nodding her head as she tried to keep the panic inside of her at bay. She wondered if he had truly prepared a way for them to escape together. She wondered if it would come to that.
He was quiet for a while as his thumb continued to stroke her skin. He looked deep in thought as he stared down towards her lap and began to chew on his bottom lip. She tilted her head down a bit, looking at the dark storms that were forming in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” She asked him seriously, moving her own hand to touch his fingers softly. She held onto his hand, squeezing their fingers together softly. Billy bit his lip, like he was considering speaking at all. She traced her thumb along the veins on his hand, letting him know that she was listening whenever he was ready.
“I should go look for him.” He said at last, nearly whispering as he spoke. He darted his eyes away from her, like he already knew what her answer would be. She felt a frown forming on her lips.
“Billy,” She drew his name out softly, “No.” She didn’t offer him any other explanation, other than that it was just a bad idea. Even if Billy did find Neil, there was no telling how Neil would react. It was too dangerous to deal with Neil alone when he was like this, Kim knew that. She figured that Billy knew that as well.
“He’s my dad. I’m sure he didn’t mean for things to get this bad.” He tried to convince her, his eyes looking downcast. Kim did her best to understand why Billy would want to seek Neil out. She knew their relationship was complicated, but it made her wonder if he feared that he’d be blamed for everything that had happened. She felt a twinge of anger suddenly.
“This isn’t the first time it’s happened. You said he broke your arm. It’s justice.” She nearly hated to say it, but it was the truth. Neil had hurt him so terribly before, it was time that he answered for his crimes. It was delayed, but Kim hoped that maybe Billy would realize that. His eyebrows pulled together as he moved his hand away from hers.
“You don’t know shit,” He snapped at her, his blue eyes blazing with anger, “That's my dad you’re talking about.” He reminded her, as if she wasn’t supposed to question anything Neil had done. She thought of her conversation with Neil yesterday, how threatening he had been. She felt like she had a right to complain about him, the same way Billy was allowed to complain about Susan.
“And he beats you. He beats his wives. You can care about him and still not like the things that he does.” She told him seriously, trying to ignore the furious look that was written on his features. She wasn’t sure if she had a right to speak about it, but she was tired of holding the truth back. She didn’t believe that he should defend Neil’s actions so easily. It was okay to admit that he was wrong, that didn’t mean Billy had to hate him.
Billy’s eyes flashed, his lips parting as she was sure he thought of something snarky to snap back. He faltered once Hopper appeared around the corner. He was rubbing his fingers across his mustache, looking deep in thought as he approached them.
“I want a word with you two.” Hopper motioned towards the two of them. Max huffed and dramatically sat back down on the couch, kicking her feet up high. Kim thought about reminding her to keep her shoes off the seat, but decided against it. There was no need to nag about it now.
“What do you want?” Billy was practically seething as Hopper took them down the hallway. Hopper sighed deeply and rubbed his hand across the back of his neck, looking like it was too early to deal with Billy’s attitude. Kim glanced at Billy, noticing the way he was keeping his distance from her.
“She said this isn’t the first time the abuse has happened,” Hopper looked towards Kim instead, “Can you tell me the other times?” He asked, holding a pad of paper in his hands. Kim glanced towards Billy, watching the way he looked withdrawn suddenly. Billy caught her eye and shook his head, begging her not to say anything about him. She inhaled sharply, fighting with herself for a moment. She thought it was the right thing to do, however, she didn’t want to lose Billy. She was sure that by exposing Neil of everything that Billy would hate her. She looked up at Hopper again.
“He slapped her, I don’t know how long ago,” Kim said as Billy stayed quiet, “He flipped the table, it was at dinner.” She told Hopper quietly, secretly hoping that Billy would also come clean about everything that had happened to him. She watched as Hopper wrote it down.
“Anything else?” Hopper met her eyes, searching her face for anything that might be hidden away. Kim thought for a moment, trying to think of anything else that had happened to her mom.
“She had bruises sometimes,” Kim mentioned softly, suddenly feeling cold as she rubbed her arms softly, “She never said what from though.” She wasn’t sure if Hopper could do anything with that information or not. She mentioned it anyways, just to stay safe if he could use it.
“You got anything to add, boy?” Hopper looked towards Billy curiously. He drummed his fingers across his pad of paper as the room went silent. Kim glanced towards Billy, noticing the way he was still ignoring her. She curled and tugged at her hair, beginning to regret saying anything to him.
“Why would I have anything to add?” Billy asked roughly, his eyebrows drawn together tightly in anger. Kim exhaled slowly as she looked back towards Hopper. He was bouncing his pen against the pad of paper, looking fairly patient as he ignore Billy’s tone.
“Susan said your dad hits you.” Hopper’s voice was smooth but stern. Kim glanced between them, realizing that he was asking for an honest answer this time. She looked at Billy urgently, hoping that he would find it in himself to confess everything. She had told Hopper about the situation with Logan, Kim felt like it was time for Billy to do the same.
“He disciplines me,” Billy chuckled like it was nothing, “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” Billy easily dismissed Hopper’s claim. Kim felt her lips part in dismay, feeling the need to protest. Billy turned towards her again, giving her a pleading look. She inhaled again, fighting the urge to confess everything.
“Does he punch you?” Hopper looked to Billy for clarity. Kim felt the room grow quiet, a chill settling over the three of them as she looked at Billy. She waited for his answer, knowing that the truth would be coming out.
Kim felt as if the air left her lungs as Billy answered, “No. He’s never violent like that towards me.” He shrugged his shoulders, glancing back towards the floor as he twisted the rings around his fingers. She blinked, feeling like she needed to clean her ears out in case she didn’t hear him right. He avoided her gaze, straightened his shoulders and held his chin out as if he was trying to keep his pride in check.
“Billy,” She looked at him in disbelief, unable to stop herself from speaking, “It’s okay.” She tried to reassure him, feeling the urge to reach towards him. She didn’t think that admitting your father beat you was worse than sleeping with your sister, but perhaps it was. Hopper watched the two of them curiously, acting like he already knew the truth.
“What?” He shot her a harsh look, “He’s asking me, not you.” He snapped back quickly, looking like he didn’t want to hear anything else from her. She could feel her emotions bubbling inside of her, threatening to burst free. She was hurt and angry. She did her best to swallow it down as she turned away from him. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, wondering why he was holding onto Neil so tightly.
She pressed her lips tightly together, holding back her tears at his harsh words. She blinked rapidly as she looked away, holding onto herself as she nodded her head. Hopper looked back towards Billy.
“There’s nothing you want to add to the report then?” Hopper raised his eyebrow towards Billy. Billy shook his head quickly, looking like he didn’t want to talk about this anymore. Hopper sighed loudly before he nodded, “Thanks for your help.” He nodded towards Kim before he was walking away, leaving Billy and Kim on their own.
She gulped hard, not wanting to be irritating by crying. Billy paced for a second before he pushed his hair back out of his face. He looked towards her, a bitter look filling his eyes as he watched her. He waited as a nurse passed by before he finally spoke up.
“Don’t talk about my dad like that,” Billy told her, speaking full of frustration, “You have no right.” He was looking at her seriously, his eyes cold and brash. She inhaled sharply, trying to keep her courage from wavering.
“Billy,” She used both of her hands to push her hair from her face, “How am I acting any different than you did with Logan?” She asked him honestly, wanting a real answer from him. His eyes flicked over her features, looking like the answer was obvious.
“That’s a different situation.” He told her briskly as he tried to dismiss any of her concerns. She found herself frowning again as she took a step closer to him. She didn’t understand why he wouldn’t admit that they had similar experiences. It was like he was determined to say that nothing bad had ever happened to him.
“It’s not,” She felt her own frustration growing, “I just want to help you in the same way you helped me.” She told him earnestly, unsure if she should reach out and touch him. He still seemed angry and she didn’t want to push her luck at the moment.
“I don’t need your help.” He snapped again as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked withdrawn, like he was trying to hide himself away from her. She exhaled softly, trying to ignore the hurt that was growing in her chest. She knew he didn’t mean it.
“Well you don’t have to be alone,” She told him seriously, “I’m here for you. I wish you’d realize that.” She was speaking softer this time, hoping to reassure him that he could trust her. She wished he’d open up just a little bit, just enough that he didn’t have to feel so alone. She wondered how much she actually knew him.
He moved his lips for a moment before he stopped and rubbed his hand across the stubble that was forming on his jawline, “It’s my choice,” He said at last, the storm in his eyes beginning to fade, “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Can we just drop it?” He asked her seriously, looking as if he was defeated.
Kim paused, thinking over the words in her mind as she tried to debate on how to go forward. She didn’t want to fight with him, but she didn’t want to act like this was okay either. She wanted him to realize he deserved better than what was happening to him. She wanted to protest, wanted to argue until he realized he’d be safe opening up. She inhaled sharply, feeling the words beginning to bubble inside of her.
“Please.” He added again, looking at her softly. His blue eyes looked over her gently, wishfully like he was pleading with her. She felt the argument sliding away, knowing that she didn’t want to force him into anything that he was uncomfortable with. She wasn’t sure what she wanted from him, just that he could realize he’d be safe with her.
“Okay.” She said at last, still feeling her chest tightening as she tried to relax the tension that was in her body. He licked his bottom lip, looking a bit remorseful.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” He said softly, tilting his head so he could look at her better. She held her lips together, still feeling her own bitterness growing inside of her chest. She tried to blame it on being so tired but she wondered if it was the way Billy refused to admit how awful his dad could be. His eyes softened, looking a bit sorrowful as he tilted her chin up towards him, “Please don’t be mad. I don’t want to fight with you. Kim, please.” He tried again, cupping her face fully this time as she continued to stay silent. She finally drew her eyes back towards him, still feeling as if it was hard to let go.
“Alright,” She said at last, “We can drop it.” She wasn’t happy about her answer, but she said it anyway. She didn’t want to make things harder for him. She was sure this was difficult and he was acting out because of it. He squeezed her face softly in his hands, looking like he wanted to make sure that she wasn’t actually mad.
“Don’t be pouty.” He told her softly before he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her forehead. She shrugged her shoulders, about to deny that she was pouting when his lips cascaded around her cheeks and forehead. He kissed her chin, the tip of her nose and against her eyebrows. She found her bitterness sinking away as she began to giggle underneath his gentle motions.
“You’re going to get us caught,” She mumbled softly as he pecked her lips repeatedly. She grinned against his lips, enjoying the way that they molded together, “Stop.” She laughed gently as he gave her one last long peck. He pulled away with his own smile, his hands still lingering against her waist.
“Sorry,” He told her again, “I really didn’t mean to snap at you.” He spoke honestly as he searched her features, like he was looking for any resentment that was hiding. She inhaled softly as she smiled at him, letting him know that everything was okay. She was sure this was hard on him, she couldn’t understand what he was going through. She could only hope that he knew that she was there for him. Even if he didn’t want to talk or admit to anything.
“It’s alright,” She squeezed his hand softly, doing her best to reassure him, “I want to go see my mom again.” She added at the end, still curious as to how he was feeling about the whole situation. He didn’t appear to react any different than before as he slowly released his fingers from her grip.
“Let’s go.” He nodded his head, keeping his emotions hidden away as he waited for her to make the first move. She took a step forward before she looked over her shoulder, making sure that he was following close behind her. He sent her a half smile that caused her steps to linger. She gripped his hand again, not caring who might see as they made their way back towards the room.
She was quick to notice the distance in his touch as she squeezed their fingers together again. She listened to the way he exhaled before his grip tightened, like he was afraid to let go of her this time. She wondered what he was feeling, what he was thinking. She only feared that he would try to leave to find Neil.
Max was already back in the room when they returned. She was tugging at the white sheets, her blue eyes staring forward as Susan picked at the ends of her cast. Kim stepped forward slowly as Billy lingered in the doorway. She squeezed Max’s forearms, looking down to make sure that Max was alright.
“Are we leaving?” She was speaking more towards Max as the younger girl rested back against her. Kim fixed the top strands of her hair, watching the way Max’s eyes closed quickly. Kim felt bad, she could tell that Max was exhausted.
“We’re going to stay at a motel,” Susan stood from the bed slowly, “You know the one.” She wrinkled her face in pain before she quickly relaxed it as she fully stood. Kim rubbed Max’s back gently, nodding her head as she remembered the one they had stayed in so long ago. She felt relieved this time, knowing that Billy would be with her.
“I’ll go pull my car around.” He spoke up quietly, like he was unsure if he should speak at all. Kim turned towards him, watching the way he was avoiding Susan’s eyes. He still looked uncomfortable, like he still thought that he didn’t belong.
“It’s okay,” Susan glanced towards her daughters, “Hopper said he’d drive us.” Max stood up a little straighter at that, looking relieved in her own way. Kim suddenly realized how scared Max must’ve been. She squeezed her arm gently again, hoping that she knew everything would be alright now.
“What about our things?” Max questioned, blinking her eyes quickly like she was trying to remove the sleep from her eyes. Kim hoped they’d get there soon, just so that Max would be able to rest. She was sure it was a long night for her.
“I can go get them.” Billy offered quickly. Kim turned towards him, watching the way he was twisting the rings around his fingers again. She wondered if he was wanting space for a little bit, somewhere to clear his thoughts. Max looked up towards him in worry.
“I don’t like that idea.” Susan shook her head as she took a step forward, looking that she was more than ready to leave this room. Kim didn’t blame her. She was sure Susan was exhausted from everything that had happened in the past few hours. She hoped that this would give them a fresh start, where they would actually be safe.
“They’ll check the house, he won't go there,” Billy reasoned with her as he referenced the cops, “It’s fine, I don’t mind.” He shrugged his shoulders quickly, his eyes still glued towards the floor. Susan sighed deeply before she nodded towards her daughters as she began to walk forward, looking like she had no energy left to fight. Kim stayed close to Billy as they made their way back out the long hallway.
“I’ll go too,” Kim spoke quickly, glancing towards Billy and her mother, “Just to get it all packed sooner.” She nodded her head, knowing she was going to make sure that he didn’t try to look for Neil on his own. She wouldn’t bring the conversation up again, but she would make it difficult for him to act on his own.
“Kim,” Susan sighed deeply again, “I just don’t like this.” She spoke reasonably. Kim could understand all of Susan’s reasons at the moment, but she wasn’t going to leave Billy alone. She didn’t want him to do anything that would get him hurt or in trouble. He bit his bottom lip, but didn’t appear to be too irritated.
“It’s fine,” Kim reassured her as they stopped towards the exit, “Send someone to check on us if we’re not back soon enough.” Max looked like she wanted to argue but Kim gave her a look, begging her to be quiet. She didn’t like the idea of splitting up, but she figured it was safer that someone went with Billy. Susan paused for a long time, glancing towards the car that was waiting for them.
“I’ll meet you at the motel,” Susan didn’t look sure as she finally spoke up, “Please be safe.” She added seriously. Kim was quick to nod her head, not wanting Susan to worry about her anymore than she had to. She wanted her mother to rest. She hoped that things would soon be better.
“We will,” Kim kissed her cheek reassuringly, “We’re just going to grab the bags and then we’ll be there.” She told her quickly. Susan’s eyes looked far away as she nodded. She used her good hand to take a hold of Max’s, like she was worried Max would try and leave too.
“Okay,” Susan nodded her head before she turned towards Billy, “I’ll see you both soon.” She didn’t try to smile or give any sort of reassurance as she stepped out the door. Kim waited for a second before she followed behind Billy. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes still looking tired as they walked to his car. It felt far too warm, too sunny for what had just happened.
Kim kept glancing towards him as they walked, worried that he would snap about her following so closely to him. He didn’t mutter a word about it, nor look irritated in the slightest as he unlocked the door. He walked on her side and pulled her door open, waiting for her to crawl inside. She muttered a quick thanks before she slipped in.
She couldn’t help herself as she pulled the mirror down and inspected the tired lines and bags underneath her eyes. She looked paler than usual, her freckles not as bright. She exhaled before she shut it quickly and ruffled her hair a bit. She felt like she needed a shower. Like she needed to wash the memory away.
“Fuck,” Billy leaned against his seat, breathing in deeply through his nostrils, “It’s been eventful.” He drew out the words slowly. He sent her a fleeting glance before he looked forward again. There still felt to be an awkward tension between the two of them. She tugged at the hem of her shirt, trying to think of a way to relieve whatever was simmering between the two of them.
“Very,” Kim agreed, “I’m kind of hungry.” She admitted, feeling like her stomach was beginning to eat itself. It was like she had flipped a switch as Billy turned towards her, looking at her fully again.
“I’m fucking starving,” Billy grumbled in agreement as he started the car, “And I’m out of cigarettes.” He nearly sounded whiny about it. She watched as he flexed his fingers around the steering wheel. She kept her eyes glued for a few more seconds, not missing the way he was shaking. She looked back towards him.
“Oh god,” Kim felt a teasing grin rising on her lips, “What will we ever do?” She said lightly, leaning so that she was sitting closer to him. He grinned, moving his arm onto the console too so he was looking down at her. His smile met his eyes this time as the gap between them closed.
“Don’t test me, Red,” He teased right back, “Do you think it’ll be too suspicious if we eat together?” She was sure he was referencing the rumors about them in town. She thought for a moment, wondering what stories would be made once everyone found out about Susan.
“I don’t care,” She admitted, “I just want to eat something.” She nodded to herself, wondering if she was so cranky because of the lack of food. She didn’t even care what she ate, as long as she got it in her stomach.
“Let’s get some food,” Billy nodded his head, “Then we can get the bags.” He agreed, his voice sounding raspy as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She inhaled softly and slowly moved her mouth against his, savoring the way his lips felt on her own. She felt like everything else that had happened was like water underneath a bridge. It wasn’t important.
“Okay,” She nodded her head as she buckled up, “I”m sorry if I overstepped earlier. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” She told him honestly. He glanced at her as he began to back out of his parking spot.
“It’s okay,” He sighed out, “I shouldn’t have snapped. We’re just tired.” He told her as he placed a tired grin on his lips. She nodded her head, believing his words to be true. She didn’t like fighting with him and she had a feeling he felt the same way.
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“This is so good,” Kim said between mouthfuls as she chewed on her burger. She didn’t even care if it was rude or gross at the moment, “I think this is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” She said as she tried to fill her tummy as fast as she could. She was already beginning to feel relieved. Billy glanced up towards her as amusement began to form on his features. He was acting calmer as well, like nothing had happened between the two of them.
“You’re cute,” Billy smiled as he dug into his fries, “I think you’re right.” He said after a moment, before he took a large bite from his burger. He made a pleased face, looking like he hadn’t eaten in ages.
“Actually,” Kim thought for a moment as she dumped the end of her burge into her pile of ketchup, “That pizza in Chicago was amazing.” She sighed dreamily as she thought about it. She hoped they’d have the chance to eat there again.
“Hm.” He said softly. She wasn’t sure if he was agreeing with her, or simply responding as he continued to eat. Kim took a bite of her fries, savoring the salty taste on her tongue. She found a question rising inside of her as she looked towards him.
“What’s your favorite restaurant?” She set her food down, feeling the need to let her stomach rest for a few minutes. She grabbed a napkin to wipe away the remnants of grease and salt from her fingertips. Billy raised his eyebrow as he sat back in his chair, staying quiet as he thought for a moment.
“There was this spot near the pier,” Billy started, his eyes flashing with warmth, “They had these really good empanadas. There’s nothing like that around here.” He looked back towards his plate, like he was regretting talking about how good it tasted. Kim felt her own eyebrows furrowing together.
“I’ve never had those.” She admitted, trying to picture what he was talking about. Neil wasn’t much on ethnic food and they never had money prior to eat out at restaurants. She felt like she had missed out on something special with him. She crossed her legs in the booth, beginning to wonder how hard it would be to find a recipe.
“Really?” He looked at her surprised. She shook her head no, confirming that she had never had it, “Well, we stop there first on our road trip.” He grinned, reminding her of their future trip. She bit her lip, wondering how long it would take for them to actually be able to do it.
“What are we going to do?” She asked on a slightly serious note. There were too many unknown things that laid ahead in their future. She didn’t know what would happen when Susan would eventually find out, which Kim was sure would happen. She didn’t know what would happen with Neil, if he would actually be caught or not.
“Nothing,” He bit his lip, “Susan doesn’t know. We’re fine. I could afford to move out, somewhere close.” He spoke thoughtfully after a second. She felt her eyebrows furrowing together as she frowned. She didn’t want him to move out somewhere else, even if it was close. She wanted him to stay with her.
“I’d never see you.” She dismissed his statement quickly, wanting to keep a hold of him for as long as she could. She bit her lip, hoping he’d at least stay until she graduated. They could move out somewhere together then. They could be safe.
“Trust me, you’d see me,” He chuckled softly as he tried to reassure her, “There’s no rush. We’ll take it slowly and if something does happen, we leave.” He reminded her again. She nodded her head, agreeing to whatever he had planned.
“Just don’t leave me,” She told him seriously, “I can’t lose you.” She spoke a little softer as their waitress walked past their table. She tucked her hair behind her ears, feeling a bit vulnerable as she spoke. Billy’s eyes softened as he took in the tone of her voice.
“We’re staying together,” He promised, “I’m just, I don’t know. This thing with my dad. I’m fucking worried.” He shrugged his shoulders but looked to be deep in thought before he turned to face her again. She paused for a moment, thinking of the right way to phrase her question.
“You don’t want him to be arrested?” She finally asked, looking at him unsure of what his answer would be. He furrowed his eyebrows together, seeming to be thinking hard to himself again. She ran her nail against the edge of the table, nearly afraid of what his answer would be.
“It’s not that,” He sighed deeply, his shoulders rising with his actions, “Fuck, I don’t know. It’s complicated.” He leaned forward to take a large gulp of his water. She pressed her fingers together as she thought about what he said.
“You have a complicated relationship.” She said softly, thinking about everything that Neil had put Billy through. She had really thought that he would be relieved that Neil was getting arrested. She didn’t expect him to be so indifferent about it.
“Yeah,” He agreed as he pulled a cigarette from his new box. He had stopped to get a new pack first thing, which she was more than happy to oblige with. He had really needed one by now, “I guess you could say that.”
“It’ll work out somehow.” She reached underneath the table to squeeze his knee. He jolted for a moment, a quick look of surprise crossing his features. He quickly relaxed before he moved his hand on top of hers, squeezing it softly.
“It’s fine,” He said quickly, “I have you and that's all that matters.” He reassured her with a grin. She gnawed on her bottom lip, feeling a smile form as she watched him. His color had slowly gone back to normal and he didn’t look as tired as he once had. She held onto him for a moment, feeling more and more relaxed.
“I’m flattered,” She told him seriously, “I feel the same way.” She confirmed softly as she felt a smile growing on her lips. His lips curled into a smile as he watched her, his eyes sparkling as he stayed silent for a moment. Kim felt her heart fluttering inside of her chest, thumping obnoxiously as a warm feeling spread through her body. Despite everything being so messy, she felt like they could overcome what was happening to them. Everything would be okay, as long as they had each other.
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“Maybe we could share a room now,” She suggested as they walked up the steps towards the house, “I could think of an excuse.” Kim told him quickly. He shook his head, laughing softly at her words. She glanced at the house, wondering if this would be the last time she was ever inside of it. She knew Susan wouldn’t be able to afford it on her own. She wondered where they’d end up this time.
“Right,” Billy snorted as he began to unlock the back door, “I’m sure your mom being on pain pills is the best time to ask.” Kim wasn’t sure why she found his snarky answer funny, but she did. She began to giggle. Perhaps it was from the lack of sleep.
He held the door open for her, letting her step inside first. She felt the laugh dying on her tongue as ice filled her chest. The room was filled with silence again as they stepped over a mess of wood and glass. She looked around, noticing how the whole house looked to be torn apart.
She found herself beginning to question Billy about how police officers conducted searches within houses. She found herself freezing, unable to move an inch forward as the master bedroom door creaked open. She felt her heart racing inside of her chest as Neil stepped from the doorway, looking rather brash at the moment.
“Sit down,” Neil was smiling stiffly, his blue eyes hardening as he looked between the two of them, “We need to talk.”
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