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httpsserene · 7 months

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ʟᴇᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏ ɢᴏʟꜰɪɴɢ ᴡ/ ʟɴ4

📖ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: maybe you shouldn’t be late to any event you go to, or bare minimum don’t make any bets you know you’re not going to win. having no hand-eye coordination is not great when you’re being forced to play golf.

📖ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: i think i’m funny. one or two dirty jokes. and reader does have a lil injury (nothing bad). not edited at all 😎

📖ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: the doc says 900 words?? it feels longer idk

📖ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: lando x black!fem!reader (it’s mainly twitch trio focused-alex,george & lando)

📖ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smau

📖ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ: swang • rae sremmurd

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴀᴄᴇ: i’d like to remind everyone that the people asked for this hellscape! you 🫵🏽 asked for it. it’s long, like LONG. anyways: max is definitely the type of dude to use the cat emojis. my bad to my charles girlies, he did not make the cut for this 😔 i had to get rid of like three or four ig posts and stories to make this all fit into one tblr post, and none of that had charles content 🫠. also, the plot damn near ran away from me, but it’s barely there—it’s kinda more friend focused than lando x reader until the end! uh there’s one part in here that was inspired by tik tok comments, y’all will know which one 😅 inspired by the fact that my brother hit me with a golf club when i was a child 🙂i think i’m pretty funny so i hope you guys find this funny asl, otherwise what did i do this for?

if you want me to post the outtakes lmk

send me some requests or talk to me pls 😅

want to be on a tag list? tell me in my inbox <3

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georgerussell63: off to a terrible start for golf day. my girlfriends “wife” is crashing the party, and my mates gf is already -4 after two holes 🙂

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lilymhe: light work 💪🏼 no reaction🥱

user: not his girlfriend’s wife ☠️

➥ user: who does he think keeps carmen’s bed warm when he’s not at home???

alex_albon: welcome to watch mojo! and today we’re counting down our top 10 times our gf’s ditch us for each other 🤨

➥ user: and?

➥ user: what else are they supposed to do alexander 😀

y/ninstagram: put some respeCK on my name princling, or next time i see u its on sight 😡 im aiming the golf club straight at you

➥ georgerussell63: you can’t even hit the golf ball in under three tries, or aim anywhere near the holes

➥ georgerussell63: i think i’ll be fine

➥ y/ninstagram: 😟😐 i'll remember this george william russell, ur asking for it

carmenmmundt: george failed to mention that he’s +3 already

➥ georgerussell: like, literally nobody asked you to say that 😒

➥ landonorris: drag him !!! he doesn’t get to say shit about our wife 😤

➥ carmenmmundt: *my wife

➥ user: lmfaooo im 💀

alex_albon

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alex_albon: ladies and gentlemen, introducing: *my* girlfriend 🤤✨

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y/ninstagram: we MUST stay focused sisters

y/ninstagram: gawd damn‼️ wifey could hit me with that golf club any day

➥ carmenmmundt: fuck the club, i’ll let her run me over w the cart🥴

lilymhe: next hole, i’ll show you guys what a proper stoke is 😏

➥ lilymhe: since our bf’s seem to underperform…on the golf course obv

➥ user: AYOOO?!!

➥ carmenmmundt: okay 😇

➥ y/ninstagram: why r my thighs wet rn

➥ user: dO THEY KNOW THIS IS PUBLIC

alex_albon: i’m at a loss for words

➥ landonorris: this is literally your fault

➥ georgerussell63: can’t believe you mate 🫤

➥ alex_albon: how is this MY fault??! whattddiddiddoo

lilymhe • 5hrs ago

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y/ninstagram: idk y ur complaining? the cart is parked. on its side, but it’s parked😊

carmenmmundt: i think we’ve punished ourselves

alex_albon: should’ve left her ass at home like i said 😒

francisca.cgomes: idk even know why y’all let her drive the cart😨

y/ninstagram • 4 hrs ago

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maxfewtrell: ur joeeee kingggg. ur joe king 😐

francisca.cgomes: i wouldn’t even trust u with the scorecard—but pop off !!! girl boss shit

danielricciardo: SO I HAD TO, GRIND LIKE THAT TO SHINE LIKE THIS 🗣️🗣️‼️💯

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lando.jpg: “i have the highest score out of everybody here! +26 up on y’all hoes!” - y/n

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lando.jpg: BRO SAID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING 🥶🥶🔥🔥🔥

➥ maxfewtrell: SHE SOUNDS FIRE 🔥 ON MUTE ‼️💯

lilymhe: SHE GOT A HIDDEN TALENT 🔥🔥🔥 KEEP IT HIDDEN 🔥🔥🔥

➥ alex_albon: no talent ✅ JUST STRAIGHT ASS 💯💯🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

georgerussell63: THIS IS FIRE 🔥 PUT IT OUT ‼️

user: SHE SPITTING BARS 💯💯💯 PUT HER BEHIND THEM 🔥🔥🔥

user: THE SILENCE IS SO LOUD WHEN THIS HITS 🗣️🔥🔥

user: WE STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM 🔥🔥🔥 NOW WE’RE DIGGING 🗣️🗣️🔥💯‼️🙌🏽🙌🏽

y/ninstagram: y u hurt me 😪

➥ carmenmmundt: i think you’re underrated, honestly <; 3

➥ y/ninstagram: aw ty carmie :)

➥ carmenmmundt: I HOPE IT STAYS THAT WAY 🥶🥶‼️‼️🙌🏻🙌🏻

➥ y/ninstagram: bee-eff-eff-aur: be FUCKING for real 😒

y/ninstagram • 3 hrs ago

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maxverstappen1: i don’t want to laugh—man who TF am i kidding 😹😹😹

alexandrasaintmleux: how THE fuck did u manage to give yourself a concussion??!

carlossainzjr: pobrecita😪 how 😭 terrible 😭 can you tell lando to come over when ur done

carlossainzjr: hello

carlossainzjr: niña i can see you reading my messages

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landonorris: thank you for all the wishes about y/n (not u carlos, you’re in time out). she only has a mild concussion, and verbally assaults me when i wake her up every two hours 😒 to make sure she’s alive 🤗

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landonorris: god forbid i stop her from dying 😱

➥ carlossainzjr: heyyy be nice to her she’s in another world right now

➥ landonorris: u r not slick sainz. don’t expose our affair to my gf when she’s injured

➥ carlossainzjr: she won’t even remember this 🥺

➥ user: sir👁️👄👁️, this is a wendy’s drive through

➥ user: they know this on the internet 4ever right…?

lilymhe: this girl swung the club, missed the ball, and let go of the damn club no follow through

➥ carmenmmundt: it hit the ground and ricocheted back at her

➥ alex_albon: and she got knocked on the forehead hard asl

➥ georgerussell63: the noise it made was hilarious 😂 y’all should’ve been there

➥ user: geORGE WILLIAM????

➥ georgerussell63: i’m mad we didn’t get it on video smh 😔

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axelsagewrites · 4 months

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Robb Stark*Cant Catch a Break

Pairing: robb x f!reader

Word count: 1223

Warnings: making out, sneaking around, almost oral, handjob, getting caught, slight begging, teasing, horny desperate robb, angry mother

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a/n: i promise i'll have some requests up soon i just am struggling with one of them the now so its taking me a bit plus christmas etc but enjoy some horny robb i wrote at 2 am

Ned and Catelyn had intrusted their eldest with the most important task ever. Babysitting the kids. As Robb waved goodbye to them as they drove out the driveway your headlights switched on a street back when you got the ‘they’re gone’ text. Hey, you had to seize the opportunity.

“Hey,” Robb grinned as he opened the door, deliberately leaning on the frame to show off his arms not that you were complaining.

“Hi,” you grinned back as you leaned up to kiss your boyfriend, ignoring the loud ew Arya gave as she walked past, “Do I not get to come in?” you pouted.

“I suppose you can,”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yeah,”

“On what conditions?”

“A kiss,”

“How about more than a kiss?” you teased as you kissed him again.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Whereas I’m going to kill myself if you two don’t get a room,” Jon grumbled as he walked down the stairs as Robb finally let you cross the threshold.

“Good idea Jon,” Robb smiled obnoxiously as he grabbed your hand, “You know where to find me. Now forget,” he said as he pulled you along up the stairs with him.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be babysitting!” Jon yelled.

“We’re not babies!” you heard Rickon yelling in the background as Robb pulled you into his room.

Usually in his snaps or video calls it was a mess but today it looked passable, “Oh you cleaned for me, how sweet,” you smiled as he closed the door, pushing your back against it as his lips dangled just above yours.

“What can I say? I’m a gentleman,”

You laughed as your hand snaked up to the back of his neck, “Its just a shame I don’t plan on acting very lady like,”

Usually, you loved Robbs siblings but if one more knocked on the goddamn door you may just combust. Sansa had come complaining about Arya hogging the tv which meant Arya then came to complain about Sansa being an ‘air head’ for watching reality tv which resulted in Robb going down to tell Jon to deal with it. Jon however had also been up about four times to ask dumb questions like where the batteries were or if you wanted any pizza put on or any other excuse, he could muster to ruins Robbs evening with a shit eating grin.

“Where were we?” Robb asked as he all but slammed the door after helping Jon figure out the oven.

He crossed the room to where you sat on the edge of his bed. His lips quickly found yours as he moved you to lay down on his bed. “This is better,” he teased as his lips moved to your jaw, kissing down your neck as his soft hands slipped under the thin fabric of your top which he’d tried to get off at least three times already.

As his hands cupped your tits, squeezing slightly making him groan against your skin there was a soft knock on the door. Robb groaned so pathetically you wondered if he’d cry, “What?” he called.

However, Rickon took this as come in which he did making Robb quickly shoot up to be kneeling over you as you fixed your top as Rickon pouted, “Its bedtime,”

“Goodnight little man. Close the door on your way out,”

“But story time,”

“Get Jon to do it,”

“But you always do it,”

“So, it’s his turn,”

“but you’re better at it,” Rickon whined, stamping his four-year-old foot with a pouted lip.

You sighed as you looked to Robb, “Cmon how long can it take?” you whispered.

Robb sighed as he looked down at you, “But we were gonna…you know,” your head turned to Rickon then back to Robb and the look you gave him was enough, “Okay fine, c’mon Rickie,”

“What were you doing on top of her?” Rickon asked as he padded out the room, Robb quickly behind him to tell him never to repeat what he saw with the promise of candy.

You were straddling his lap as his head rested against the headboard. you had finally ditched the t-shirt leaving you in a cute bra and skirt as you grinded against Robb’s painfully hard bulge through his strained sweatpants. Thankfully the sweatpants were the only thing left on him. His hands had moved under your skirt, grabbing your ass as you tugged on his curls making him moan into your mouth.

Your lips moved to his jaw, kissing down his neck, “What are you doing?” he half groaned as your hands roamed his abs as your lips moved to his chest, kissing all the way down his torso.

“Can’t say you haven’t earned it,” you grinned, shuffling back as your hand moved to palm him over the fabric of his trousers making his head roll back, “Unless you want me to stop,” you teased.

“Dear god don’t stop,” he groaned as your hands toyed with the hem of his waist band. “You wanna hear me beg? is that it?” he asked, his desperate eyes searching your teasing ones.

“Maybe, could be kinda hot,” you teased as your hand slipped under the fabric to take hold of his hard on making him moan softly. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking it softly, “I like it when you’re all desperate,”

“Fuck please baby. I really am desperate, so fucking desperate please,” he said as your hand sped up slightly.

You grinned as you leaned down, moving the fabric away painfully slow to reveal his hard cock already wet with precum. You leaned down to place a kiss to his tip, Robbs hand moving to rest on the back of your head as your tongue poked out to lick it when suddenly the door slammed open, banging off the wall as laughter rang out.

You shot up as Robb quickly pulled up his sweats and jumped out of bed, accidentally pushing you on your back in the process, “Bran I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Robb screamed as he chased his cackling brother down the hall as you scrambled to pull your top back on and run after him to stop murder.

As Bran bolted down the stairs, Robb soon after him, and you just reaching the top of the stairs the front door swung open to reveal a once happy looking Ned and Catelyn. Their faces first turned to shock as Bran ran into his mothers’ arms still grinning like a Cheshire Cat then to confusion, then you felt Catelyn’s eyes fall on you and then quickly turn to Robb in anger.

Meanwhile Ned put the pieces together slightly slower before muttering “poor kid,” under his breath as you quickly rushed down the stairs.

“I’m just gonna-“you said, pointing to the door which you were soon heading out of, “yeah. Bye Robb, bye guys,” Cat watched you leave with a fury and Ned with a sorry glance.

“Wait but-“ Robb said, trying to reach out but you gave him a sorry look as you left the house, hearing him sigh and go, “Aw man!” he said before muttering, “I can’t Catch a fucking break,” making Cat cross her arms and Robbs life suddenly flash before his eyes. One thing was for sure though. He was going to kill his brother.

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3cremepie3 · 1 year

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Synopsis- After exploding out on Idia he tries to make it up to you. So you chose to have some fun time in the shower. Idia x fem reader!

A/n - since I didn’t write for Idia the last time here’s something to make up for it. Enjoy and reblog pls!

Warnings - public sex, shower sex, squirting, use of the word sir, babe, slightly toxic relationship, switch reader/ switch Idia, challenges, possessive ness, deep throating

“I’ll do anything Y/n just put the hammer down!” Please you know it took me years to build that. I could probably buy you 5 times over with the amount I spent on it.” He was rambling on and on about his precious PC Al while frantically trying to grab the object from your hand.

“You should’ve thought of that when I asked you to house-sit.” Now ramshackle doesn't have a functioning kitchen or downstairs bathroom.” I didn’t mean to burn it down it was already falling apart anyways you should thank me!

“Thank you? For what Idia now I have to stay in your dorm filled with must buckets.” Before this, I was already stressed having to deal with these people that don’t give a clear shit about my well-being and living in that busted down shack.” I-I care about you, he pleaded.

“Then why couldn’t you spare me a glance.” You know the season just came out today it’s nothing personal,” he shrugged. “You being here is cool and all but I have to grind.” You know Idia you’re talking real nonchalantly for someone who’s in a bad situation.”

You pointed to his pc. “I’ll just get it fixed afterward I forgot I brought that back up hard drive a while back.” You dropped the hammer on the ground defeated. You dug in your pocket before handing Idia his key. “Guess I won’t be needing this anymore,” you sighed.

“Don’t tell me you’re trying to leave,” he frowned. “Yes, I was invited to stay at scarabia for the time being.” I'm sure Kalim would be great company unlike someone,” you bragged. You couldn’t see it since you were at the doorway of his room but the tips of Idia’s hair began to turn red.

“No, you will not,” he grumbled. “Why shouldn’t I, you have been ignoring me this whole time.” Idia would hate to admit it out loud but he was possessive you were the best thing to happen to him why would you need to go see other people? Especially that party animal that would have you staying up till the crack of dawn.

You where supposed to stay up till 3 with him playing multiplayer mode. “I need to socialize Idia. I felt like I haven’t talked to anyone in days.” You can talk to me.” He got up to pulling you away from the doorway. You tried to hold your own and stay on the ground but he lifted you up. You landed on his bed with a thump.

“Come on say anything I’ll accept it.” He laid on top of your chest rubbing circles on your stomach. You grabbed his hand stopping him. “That kinda tickles,” you giggled. He brought his other hand to your plush and started again. “Ah,” you exclaimed as your body squirmed. “Idia pls… wait!” You begged tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“Fine I’ll spare you mercy but you have to stay here with me.” He looked quite sad when he asked so you sat up taking his lanky hand. “Okay baby I will.” You confirmed patting his head. “But there is one thing I need since you dragging me over here got me a lil horny.” Sometimes I like it when you take control,” you admitted.

“That’s all it takes y/n,” he scoffed. “Don’t complain Idia thanks to someone I’m a little touched starved.” Fine then.” He rolled his eyes before his hands traveled up your back unclasping your bra. His cold hands sent chills up your spine and your nipples hardened.

“Not here,” you remembered. “Huh?” Where are you taking me,” he asked. “Let’s fuck in the shower!” You are way too excited for this.” He grumbled as you took him to the showers.

“Fuck my flames are gonna dwindle,” he hissed. “You should’ve been smart like me.” You pointed at your shower cap that was protected your curls. “Be quiet we can’t get caught.” You reminded him as you palmed his cock. The warm water hit your back sliding down the remainder of your body.

He walked back as far as he can hitting and gripping the wall. You stood watching his reactions as he trembled. “Fu-uck Y/n,” he muttered. The water helped your hand pump him better. Your other hand fondled his balls which was his weak spot.

“I’m gonna get you back for this,” he grunted. You laughed at his state crouching down so you could suck him off. “Mmm,” you smiled before taking him in. “That smirk don’t tell me you like teasing me this much.” You got off his cock with a pop sound. “I don’t like it… I love it,” you confirmed.

“Stupid slut.” He cussed before shoving you back down onto him. Your nose was at the base of his cock as you began choking. You tapped his thigh needing air. He let you off him still holding your neck with a harsh grip. Water and drool flowed down your face and his cock as you deep-throated him.

“Your mouth feels so good… too good,” he groaned. “Keep it down,” you tried your best to muffle a sound. “You're not quiet yourself Y/n.” You could probably hear your gagging in another dimension.” Maybe that’s cause someone’s being so rough!” You managed to choke out.

“Just shut the fuck up.” He pulled you back in him groaning loud until he heard shuffling outside the shower. “I think someone’s here!” You separated from him coughing quietly. He was right someone was there. “Idia,” Ortho called out. “What should we do Y/n.” Tell him that you are here,” you whispered and yelled. “I’m here Ortho.” Okay, I just didn’t see you in your room so I was curious.” Is there anything you need,” Ortho asked.

“No please leave!” Oh okay, see you later.” Orthro sounded kinda bummed,” Idia pointed out. “He’ll be aight now fuck me pls!” I’m tired of sucking you off your supposed to be servicing me.” Fine come here.” He made you wrap your leg around his waist. You held onto his shoulders for support.

“Don’t let your knees give out.” He warned before his fingers began to play with your puffy clit. “Mmm, not.” You whined into his neck. Your whimpers made his dick impossibly harder he couldn’t help but grind it on your soft thighs. By now the water began to cool ushering you two into a corner.

Finally, his fingers prodded at your hole. But your satisfaction soon left. “Stop teasing me you asshole,” you sucked your teeth. “That’s not the way you ask for more.” He slapped your clit. “Ahh,” you huffed. “Too sensitive,” you pleaded.

But he did it again causing you to almost slip. “I’m sorry!” Tears began to form in your eyes after he did it again and again. His other hand kneaded your fat ass. “Wanna try again,” he chuckled. You looked at him defeated. “Please sir I want to cum on your fingers,” you cried.

“That’s my girl.” He indulged you going knuckle-deep into your dripping hole. Your body was so warm compared to the coldness of the shower. Especially your breath that fanned over his neck. For a moment you forgot where you were screaming as he reached your g spot.

“Again pls,” you sobbed like a pathetic bitch. “You sound so-so pretty when your begging,” he exclaimed. His cock was leaking all over your thigh as he rubbed faster. “Fuck think I might cum like this,” he explained before catching your lips in his.

He caught all the air you had left in it. Causing you to break apart gasping. “Need to cum idia please!” His fingers moved at a ballistic place inside. You could feel him curve his fingers hitting that special spot again. Only this time you squirted all along his fingers.

He pulled his hand out of your cunt so you could taste yourself. You pulled away watching him use your spit-covered fingers to pump his cum onto you. For a minute you sat there leaning on him as your orgasm passed.

“Y/n?” He called to you quietly. “I’m still hard.” He admitted embarrassed. “Shouldn’t have pent yourself up now your gonna have to suffer.” You mocked him stepping out of the showers. “Come on please!” He begged you grabbing your arm.

“Fine but you have to massage me first.” A win’s a win,” he smirked following you out of the shower room. Some dorm members watched trying to act like they didn’t just hear you both practically screaming in there. Lucky for you both Ortho was nowhere to be seen.

“I think they're staring at us, babe.” You whispered to Idia whose remaining flames were flushed a bright pink. You giggled skipping behind him innocently. Finally, after what felt like forever to him you got back to his room. He dropped his towel revealing his hard-on once again.

“I want my massage first your dick can be later.” You threw your towel underneath you so you could lay on your stomach on his bed. “You know what you’re doing to me Y/n.” Trying to make me cum inside so you could have your victory.”

“While this final boss will show you that he can hold through.” He ranted about your supposed seductiveness while pouring cool oil on you. A shiver ran through your whole body causing your eyes to flash back open.

“This ain’t regular oil Idia what the hell?” He keked a bit before explaining. “It may have a bit of aphrodisiac mixed in but you never said I couldn’t use a power-up.” Fine then let me make my move too!” You pouted before making him sit on the bed.

You quickly moved to his lap your pussy dangerously close. “There’s no reason why you can’t give a massage like this,” you remarked. Idia’s flames grew in size at the thought of the challenge. “I’ll start just lay your head here.”

You laid your head on his shoulder as instructed. His hands were on either side of your waist and began to knee the area causing you to loosen your tension a bit. You sat further down on him your crotches now touching. “Does That feel good Y/n?” Mhmm,” you sighed.

He brought his hand up you back then to your overworked shoulders. Your head rolled back with relief as he worked on them. You didn’t realize it but your breathing had grown heavier. To Idia, it sounded like you were purposely letting out light moans.

And maybe it was the aphrodisiacs but your pussy was drooling on top of him. His dick was no different his pre cum rolling down your thigh. “Looks like it’s starting to take effect so I’ll take my next move.” He flipped you over so you could lay flat on your back. “I didn’t add oil here yet.” He pointed to your chest.

“You look so good all oiled up maybe I should do this more often.” So soft and shiny.” He marveled pouring the cool liquid on your chest. Your nipples perked up immediately because of the temperature. He sat there admiring you for a minute. “Not gonna ask me to continue?”

“Am I about to win already,” He gleamed? “A little bit more oil won’t make me cum,” you declared. “We’ll see about that.” His hands brushed over your boobs just barely hitting your nipples. He did this a couple of times the stimulation almost tickling you if it wasn’t for the goosebumps that started to form.

He trailed his hands down even further ghosting on your tummy. They were naturally cold, long, and lanky. You felt his calluses as he tugged at one of your heightened buds. Your hunger for his touch grew more as he trailed up your body again this time grabbing at the plush of your hips. His grip was much softer than normal but the way he looked at you proud but shy smile made you wish it was harsher. Maybe even bruising as he fucked you into the mattress.

Your dream was interrupted when he grabbed them both needing them. You groaned as he pinched them. soon after the bit of pain quickly mixed into pleasure as he soothingly rubbed them. he brought one into his mouth sucking harshly.

By now your unattended pussy was in shambles. You needed his touch your body even reacted on its own as you pushed your legs together. Before you could admit defeat you had one more move. “Thighfuck me!” He looks at you astonished.

“Okay.” He gulped knowing he was definitely about to bust first. Your thighs were his favorite part of your body and you knew that of course. After getting in the position he pushed his cock forward whimpering at the feeling. “All this edging is getting to you too huh Idia? You know you could always just cum you know you want to!”

“Come on I won’t shame you. Just cum on me or maybe even in me don’t you wanna bread me?” He was quite much too ashamed and focused to answer. If his mind slipped for a second he would come along your thighs. So he kept himself grounded and thrusted along your clit.

You didn’t expect this to feel so good. It felt like something was missing of course but you still couldn’t shake the orgasm that was about to hit you. Idia bit into your neck to hide the moans that were about to escape him. You cried out too when his cock scraped along your clit for the nth time.

He released your neck looking at you for confirmation. “Please Idia need you to fuck me!” He let out a laugh he kinda sounded like an evil villain. But the challenge was still on he couldn’t lose now or so he thought. But when he pushed himself into you it felt like he was losing his mind. He knew the drugs would affect you.

But he could never imagine you being this wet. Your pussy made lewd sloshing sounds as you gushed around him. You lost the challenge but you couldn’t care when you were exploding all over him.

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 2 years

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Jacket - Billy Butcher

Part of the fall writing prompts: “Did you bring a jacket?” “no” “here, take mine”

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader Word Count: 1,876 Synopsis: When the heat goes out in their apartment, Billy is forced to part with his favorite jacket in order to keep you warm.

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When Billy woke up, it wasn’t to a soft snore next to him, or the warmth of a body on top of his, or his favorite, a pair of lips on him. Instead, when he awoke in the tiny, shitty apartment The Boys had been renting, it was to the freezing cold air that ripped away every sense of comfort he had found in sleep.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, rolling over. You were sound asleep next to him, so wrapped up in the covers you had stolen from him, that only your nose was visible. It was pink from the cold.

Begrudgingly, Billy climbed out of bed and made his way into the hall. There had to be a thermostat he could punch to make this shithole at least inhabitable.

When he walked into the living room, in just his boxers and a t-shirt, he found MM and Frenchie both standing by the thermostat.

“I think I know this one,” he said, grinning at them, “How many cunts does it take to fix a bloody thermostat?” he asked.

“Fuck off, man,” MM said, only sparing him a glance, “We’re all freezing, and I doubt you want to call the super in here.” Billy took a look at the mess they had created. On the kitchen table were the early trappings of a bomb, Frenchie’s doing. Scattered around the living room were cut outs from newspapers about various Supes. And littered on nearly every surface was an empty bottle of alcohol.

“Just fucking fix it, alright? Frenchie?”

“I don’t know how,” he said simply.

“So you’re telling me that you can create a bomb with nothing but shit you pull out of your ass, but you can’t fix a goddamn thermostat?”

“You are more than welcome to try, Monsieur Charcutier,” Frenchie said, walking away from the thermostat.

“Just wait for the kid,” MM said, following Frenchie back down the hallway.

“Who knows when the hell he’ll be back from his little love nest with Starlight.”

“Better bundle up then,” MM said, slapping his shoulder as he past Billy. “Suppose to get to freezing temps today.”

“Lot of help you are,” he muttered, going to the thermostat. He was kidding himself if he actually thought there was anything he could do, but seeing as he could no longer feel his fingers, he might as well give it a go.

When he crawled in bed next to you five minutes later, you were still hogging the blankets, and the thermostat lay in two pieces, one clung to the wall, and one shattered on the floor.

Gently, he started to roll you out of the burrito of blankets you had built, hoping to find some room for himself.

“Why is it so fucking cold?” you asked, untangling yourself from the blankets.

“Thermostat’s out,” Billy said. “C’mere.” With the blankets now over the both of you, Billy wrapped you in his arms.

“You’re freezing,” you said, your eyes shut tight as you started to rub your hands up and down his back.

“I know, someone was hogging all the goddamn blankets.”

“Shut up,” you said sleepily. Billy let out a tut of laughter and tried to get comfortable. It was still early in the day, not even six in the morning. “Hold me tighter,” you complained. “When will Hughie be here to fix the thermostat?”

“Why does Hughie have to fix it?” he asked.

“Because if Frenchie could, it would have been fixed already. If you tried, you would end up ripping it off the wall.”

“I take offense to that.”

“Okay,” you said, yawning, “Go fix it then.”

“Just go to sleep,” he said, squeezing your shoulders as he kissed your forehead. You mumbled something incoherently.

You slept for the next two hours, and Billy didn’t mind that the entire time you never moved from his arms. Even with your body heat and the blankets wrapped around him, he was still freezing. When you woke up and braved going to the bathroom, Billy decided that he was done trying to keep warm in bed. He got dressed in his usual attire of jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, and topped it off with his black trench coat.

He moved out into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. He stood by the maker, trying to steal some of its warmth.

“When is Hughie getting here?” you asked, stepping into the kitchen yourself, also dressed for the day. You were wearing jeans and what looked like three pairs of socks, but on top you just wore a t-shirt.

“Did you bring a jacket?” he asked.

“No. I didn’t really think about my wardrobe when I quickly packed a bag and ran here with you. When is Hughie getting here?”

“Don’t know.”

“Well, did you call him?”

“No.”

“Billy, it’s cold as shit in here!” you said, removing your hand from under your arms to slap him gently. “Call him!”

“He’s off with Starlight, he’s not going to come down here for just a thermostat,” he said. You rolled your eyes and stomped over to the couch. Billy brought you one of the cups of coffee. You looked so small and pathetic sitting there, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, practically sinking into the couch cushions.

“Here,” he said, shrugging off his coat, “Take mine.”

“What?” you asked, looking up at him in disbelief.

“You’re shivering,” he said, sitting down next to you. “Put it on.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

“Just put the damn thing on before I change my mind,” he said with a smile. You smiled back at him and slipped into the coat. The sleeves were too long, so you scrunched it up a bit to slide your hands through. You took the coffee cup from him.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning in to kiss him.

“Can’t have my best girl getting frost bite now, can I?” he asked. You gave him a gentle smile like you knew he was trying to deflect and laid your head on his shoulder.

When MM, Frenchie, and Kimiko finally got up, they all stopped in their tracks the first time they walked into the living room. Billy told them all to fuck off, but neither of you missed the looks they exchanged or the smiles they had when they looked at you.

You cleaned up the coffee cups and when you stood up, the coat hung to the floor and drug behind you when you walked. Billy again glared at the Boys when they laughed at this sight. You were laughing, too, but it still bothered him.

Sometime before noon, after you had been sitting in an armchair with Kimiko, trying to steal each other’s warmth, you came up with the brilliant idea to have a dance party to warm up.

Billy watched from across the room, where he was trying to track down the whereabouts of a Supe, as you and Kimiko danced to a stupid Billy Joel record Hughie had left at the apartment. The sleeves of the jacket flapped up and down as you threw your hands in the air, and when you spun the jacket whipped around you like a cape. He would have smiled if MM hadn’t been staring at him.

In the afternoon, he was going to go out with MM to chase a lead they were following. You asked to tag along, but just the thought of you in his coat, with it’s too large shoulders that you were swimming in and tail that you seemed to keep tripping over, scared him half to death. He told you that it was best if just he and MM went, and that they would bring back more blankets and jackets.

The lead ended up going cold, and when Billy came home that night, freezing, he and MM each had a pile of blankets and a few sweatshirts under their arms. The apartment was quiet, Kimiko was watching an old VHS Frenchie had dug up, Frenchie was working silently next to her, and you were nowhere to be found.

Billy threw a few of the blankets and sweatshirts down on the couch and made his way to the small room the two of you shared. When he opened the door you were wrapped in an igloo of blankets, still wearing his jacket, your nose in a book.

“Hey,” you said, looking up at him with a smile.

“Hey,” he grumbled, kicking off his boots. He immediately climbed on the bed. He took the book from your hands and dropped it on the side table. You let out a strangled little laugh when he wrapped his arms around you and laid down on top of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“You’re hogging all the blankets and my coat.”

“You’re the one who made me wear it,” you said. He shifted the two of you so you could look into his eyes.

“And as cute as you looked in it, it was a bloody mistake,” he grumbled. You leaned in to kiss his freezing cold nose.

“You thought I looked cute?” you asked. “From the look on your face I figured you were annoyed that I was dragging it across the floor or something.”

“I was not annoyed with you.”

“Oh?” you asked. He let out a sigh and you smiled at him.

“I didn’t like the looks the Boys were giving you.”

“I did look rather scandalous in this giant coat,” you said. He rolled his eyes at you.

“I don’t like the Boys thinking I have a soft spot.”

“That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” you said, trying to pull out of his arms. He held you in place, a frown on his place.

“Let me finish, will you? It’s been a long time since I’ve let anyone get close, and I’m not used to showing that in front of others.”

“They know we’re together, though,” you said.

“They know what I want them to know,” he said. “They don’t need to know that I could barely stand the sight of you shaking, so much so, that I gave up my favorite jacket that you did mercilessly drag across the floor, and nearly froze my balls off, because I prefer that than having you cold for even a second.

“And you looked damn cute in my coat, and even downright tantalizing,” he said, leaning in close. You smiled at him and kissed him, your hand cupping his face. When you broke apart you snuggled into his chest.

“That was really sweet,” you said, “But also really stupid. You could have just called Hughie and he would have fixed it. You could have kept your coat and your dignity in front of the Boys.”

“Be that as it may,” he said, “It was worth it to see you in my jacket.”

“If it weren’t so damn cold in here maybe I’d wear it for you. Just the jacket.”

“Once I start to feel things down there I’ll gladly lend you the coat again.”

“Oh, you’re not ever getting this back.”

“Shut up,” he said, kissing your forehead as he tucked you in closer.

“I like being your soft spot,” you said dreamily.

“So do I.”

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I Don’t Know Which Way’s Home

Chapter 1: The Reveal

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September 1986

Julie slams the door shut when she comes home, she doesn’t mean to, most of the time. But today, she really does. And the hinge is already broken so what harm is it really going to do? So she ignores the comment her mom makes about it and does it again with her bedroom door, hearing the slam vibrate the walls of the trailer.

She’s just so sick of it. It’s like every single class decides to do some stupid project that just makes her stand out from the beginning in front of kids who might not already know. Not like anyone does. Everyone knows everyone’s business in this town, and Julie’s family situation is no different.

The problem today, was the beginning-year project her Spanish teacher assigned. A family tree, something simple to introduce yourself to the class and to see what you remembered from the last year. The only problem is, Julie is always missing half a tree.

Her father has been a void in her life for its entirety. There’s no face to the name, and no name to even put a face to. Her mother won’t tell her anything, not even a peep. The most she knows is that he was a mistake her mom made for a few months that ended as soon as she became pregnant. Which translated into Julie’s mind that she was an accident. And with how their situation turned out, she couldn’t help but believe it was true.

So when she’s reminded of the fact that her existence on this Earth is due to one of her mother’s flings that never lasts a year, she gets to slam a few doors. She gets to play the Iron Maiden tape she found on the ground one day at full volume without complaint. She doesn’t even like it that much, but it was free and loud enough to match the screaming that was going on inside her head.

That’s the worst part, with how angry she can get about her family situation, she can never be mad at her mom for too long. Not after everything she’s done to make sure Julie had a good life. Not a perfect one, but one where they at least had a roof over their heads and weren’t living on the streets.

It’s bad enough that her mom had to work two jobs just to get them by, she didn’t need to deal with all of Julie’s problems on top of that.

“Would you like to tell me why you’ve just permanently broken the front door, or am I supposed to guess?” Her mom says after coming into the room without knocking and turning the music down.

Julie grunts from where her face is dug into the pillow. Hoping that it was enough to make her mom leave, but it never was.

“Come on,” her mom gives her a soft shove. “You don’t get to barge into the house and break a door without explanation. What’s up?”

“What up is a stupid Spanish project,” Julie complains angrily as she rolls onto her back, glaring at the ceiling. “It’s a stupid family tree where I know I’ll be questioned on it in front of the whole class, again, on why I ‘failed to include my dad on the tree’. Like I would fucking leave him out on purpose.”

She feels the bed dip as her mom sits on the foot of it. “I’ll let that slide this time because you’re upset.”

“Yeah, I am. I just am so tired of explaining it in every single damn class I seem to have that he just left and I have no clue who he is. They don’t have a right to my life and I don’t need the pity looks they give me once they figure it out. And what’s worse is that everyone in the class already knows except for the teacher, so dumb Billy Johnson will start snickering or some shit, and then I’m the kid without a dad all over again.”

“Bullies really need to get some new material,” her mom jokes without hesitation.

Julie snorts. “Tell me about it. “ She gets softer, already feeling the anger start to dissipate. And when it does, all that is left is the gaping hole in her heart that she knows will never be filled. “I don’t even care that he’s not in my life anymore, I accepted that he wouldn’t be a long time ago. I just want to know who he is. Why I’m here. Why you won’t tell me anything about him.”

“I just don’t think-”

“Oh just save it mom, I’ve heard all the excuses. I’m not a little kid anymore who writes that her dad will want to know her in her Santa letters anymore. I know he doesn’t give a shit about me, I just want to know who. I deserve to have a name to not give a shit about either.”

Her bed rises again as her mom leaves, turning the music back to full volume and shutting the door softly behind her. Julie rolls back over, pulling her blankets over her head, and starts to feel like shit again.

It’s not just the fact that she doesn’t have a present dad that bullies love to tease, there are more kids than you’d expect with only one parent. It’s that her mom wasn’t married when she had Julie that was the problem. Unwanted pregnancies are like drugs for small towns, they spread like wildfire. The second the neighbor saw that her mom had a significant bump, it was everywhere. And then the kids heard it from their parents at every school function.

It’s all, “Oh poor Julie Lawson, her mother couldn’t keep a boyfriend long enough for her to have a real dad.” Like they have the right to comment on Julie’s family. Or her mom. No one does, not even her.

. . .

October 1986, Present Day

Steve walks in after his shift with two pizzas, a six-pack of beer, and Robin right behind him. It was Friday, which means that Robin, Eddie, and him shook off the kids for a night to watch a movie. Alone. They loved the kids but sometimes it was nice to have a night without chaos. Calming even.

Eddie wasn’t coming over for a few more hours because of his band practice, so Steve stuck the pizzas in the oven so they stayed warm. Robin already makes herself at home, rummaging through the fridge to find something to drink and making a nest out of blankets in the living room when she does. Steve follows her, digging himself into the nest and putting something on the TV.

An hour or so later, he hears a knock at the front door. Robin gives him a concerned look as he leaves the living room to open it. Eddie had a key so he just let himself in, and they weren’t expecting anyone else. And with their track record, it could go from random salesperson to world apocalypse pretty fast.

When he opens the door, a girl he guesses is around Dustin’s age is there, nervously playing with her hands, a backpack loosely thrown over her shoulder. “Hi, sorry to bother you but, do the Harrington’s live here?” she asks shyly.

“Yes, I’m Steve. Who are you?” There is a familiarity to her face that he can’t quite place.

“Steve, right, he had a son. Sorry, this week’s been weird. I’m uh, my name is Julie. Your dad kinda knew my mom.”

He must have met her at one of his dad’s work events, that has to be why she looks familiar. “Oh ok, did she have to drop something off here or something?”

“Well, kinda. But it’s not what you’re probably expecting.” She pauses looking unsure of what she is going to say next. “Can I- can I come it, you might want to sit down for what I have to say. It’s kind of shocking.”

“I’m not sure, I don’t really know you. Could you tell me who your mom is, maybe I can remember you then.”

She takes a deep breath. “When I said that my mom knew your dad, I didn’t mean from work. Well, I did mean from work but she hasn’t worked for him in over fifteen years, so I doubt you’d remember her. She was his secretary for a while, and they had a very,” she pauses again, looking around to see if anyone is there. “Intimate, relationship.”

The dots clicked immediately in his head, thoughts immediately started to run around about who this girl could really be. He thinks that her offer to sit down was probably necessary. “Yeah, why don’t you come in.”

“Ok.” She steps through the doorway, waiting for him to lead her through the house.

He brings her to the kitchen, motioning for her to sit at the small table. Grabbing a few glasses, he fills them with water and brings them over, placing one in front of her. She thanks him, taking it and gulping it down with shaky hands. The more he looks at her, the more he can’t help but see more and more similarities, just ones that remind him of himself.

“Who was it, Steve,” Robin asks, wandering into the kitchen. “Oh shit, hi.”

“Rob, this is Julie, her mom apparently knew my dad.” Steve makes a motion with his head to indicate how, hoping that she can read it right.

Her eyes widen in shock. “Oh like, special knew. Like knew knew.”

“Yes,” Julie says weakly. “Yeah, they did.”

“Oh shit,” Robin takes a seat next to Steve, her hand immediately finding his. It brings comfort, reassurance that she’s there. He knew his dad was a piece of crap cheater, his mom certainly made it known during many of their screaming matches. But with the girl staring at him with the same eyes he sees every morning in the mirror, his brain can’t help but jump to the conclusion that she’s, something. And that just makes his chest tighten in anxiety.

“I, uh.” Julie starts, wringing her hand nervously again. “I don’t really know how to say this gently. But, when my mom worked for your dad, they had an affair. It didn’t last that long, but remember when I said my mom stopped working for him like fifteen years ago? It was actually seventeen because that’s when she figured out she was pregnant.”

Steve feels a lump forming in his throat as she nods, trying to take it all in. “With you?” he asks, not knowing how he is even speaking at all right now. Robin squeezes his hand.

Julie gives a small nod, looking down at the table. “Yeah.”

“And my dad is-” he can’t finish the sentence, but it’s answered by her sorry nod. “Holy shit.”

He runs a hand through his hair, trying to wrap his head around everything. This girl, Julie, is his sister. Half-sister, whatever, it doesn’t matter. Robin breaks her contact with him and goes to rub his back instead. His head falls into his hands propped up on the table and he just focuses on breathing.

“Steve, you ok?” Robin’s voice soothes him a little bit, but when your world just gets shattered, there’s not much that can be done to help completely.

“I knew he cheated. I knew that. It’s why my mom followed him around on all his trips. But he- he had a kid, and just hid it.”

“I’m sorry. I know it’s a lot, I have proof if you want to see it.”

Steve looks at Robin, asking her what to do with his eyes. She shrugs, her way of saying that it couldn’t hurt. Probably is better that they have proof anyway, make sure this is legit. He nods, unable to say anything.

“Could we see it? Just to double-check everything,” Robin asks for him. God, he’s so happy that she’s here. He can’t imagine doing this by himself

Julie ruffles around in her backpack, random clothes peeping out as she pulls out a file. She opens it, pulling out two pieces of paper before going in again and pulling out what looks like a school ID. “Here’s my birth certificate and the paternity test. And my ID with my picture on it, so you know it’s me.”

The first thing he sees is his father’s name on the test results, followed by the line saying his relation to Julie is undeniable. That he was undeniably the father. The birth certificate only has the signature of her mother and the doctor, but the father’s name is absent. He ditched them, probably made her mom prove that this kid was his, and then just paid them to shut them up. His mom would never know, he would never know, and they never had access to any of his records.

Julie Rebecca Lawson, born January 28, 1970. He was three when she was born. He’s had a sibling this whole time, and he didn’t even know it.

“Does your mom know you’re here?” Robin asks, softly.

Julie’s face visibly falls as she rapidly blinks away some tears. “She- she died two weeks ago. Car accident.”

“I’m so sorry, Julie,” Robin reaches across to comfort her, but the hand she was going to grab gets pulled away. “Whoever is watching you then, do they know where you are?”

She sniffles. “I’ve been staying with a foster family while they find a permanent placement. They don’t really care where I am. My caseworkers were trying to find some family, but my grandparents are long gone and my mom’s sister is in no place to take in a kid. So they were looking on my dad’s side.” She says the word dad as if they don’t fit right in her mouth.

“I didn’t come here looking for a place to say,” she continues. “Right before my mom passed, she finally told me about my dad. How he never wanted anything to do with me because he had a big reputation and another family. It was supposed to be a secret, but the more I thought about it, I couldn’t help but think that you had a right to know. And then since she-, since I needed a place to stay, it was only a matter of time before you found out. I knew he was out of town so I thought it might be better to say it myself. Now I’m not so sure that was such a great idea.”

“No,” Steve finally says. “I’m, I’m glad you told me. You’re right, we, me and my mom, had a right to know. So, thank you.” He turns to look at Robin, her face shifting when she sees the panic in his. “Rob, could I talk to you for a minute?”

She stands. “Yeah. We’ll be right back, ok Julie.”

Julie says a soft reply as Robin leads Steve to the living room. “I don’t know what to do, Rob.”

“How could you? You just found out that your dad had another kid. With another woman. And then hid it from you. How are you supposed to cope with that information?”

“I don’t know. I have no clue what to do. But I can’t-. Shit Rob, I want to help her.”

“Steve, you don’t know her, at all. She just spawned on your doorstep not even an hour ago and just dropped the biggest bombshell on you since the, you know what. I get that you want to help her, I do. Shit, I do too. But I’m just asking that you take a step back and think about this.”

Steve crosses his arms, pulling his eyebrows together. The decision was pretty much made in his mind, but she was right. “What if she stays the night, we sleep on this and get to know her more tomorrow. Then we can go from there.”

“Ok,” she puts a hand on Steve’s arm. “That’s a good plan.”

Robin steps forward, pulling him into a hug before they walk back into the kitchen. Julie looks back up at them, uncertainty filling her face. It reminds him so much of himself it sort of hurts. “Julie, you can stay the night, if you want to. That way tomorrow we can talk some more, and get to know each other, figure out what to do about this. But I can drive you back to the house you’re staying at if you’d like.”

“Could I stay here, I really don’t like it there.” The fear that coats her eyes with the mention only makes it worse.

“Come on, I’ll show you the guest room.”

Julie stands, grabs her bag and follows after Steve. When he shows her to the room, she stands in it like like she knows she doesn’t belong. He can’t help but think it’s not the first time she’s felt like this, especially since he’s pretty sure she brought enough clothes for a few days in her bag.

He tells her where the bathroom is, where his bedroom is if she needs anything. She nods silently. The similarities between them keep coming in waves. Sure they’re not like an exact match. But her eyes, her jawline, her hair, it’s ever so similar to his. If they were to walk down the street together, it would be clear that they were siblings.

The fact that it’s true just keeps shocking him all over again.

“You’re welcome to anything in the kitchen, and there’s plenty of supplies in the bathroom if you need any. I keep it all under the sink. And, don’t be afraid to ask for anything, ok?” He stands there awkwardly, not quite knowing what else to do.

“Ok,” she replies softly, placing her bag on the bed and pulling out some things.

When he shuts the door behind him, it finally hits. He practically runs back down the stairs to find Robin waiting in the living room, on the phone with someone.

“Yeah, something came up and we can’t do movie night anymore. No nothing bad, yeah no he’s fine. I’m fine. We’re all good, just a migraine. Yep. I’ll have him call you tomorrow. No, you don’t need to do that. Ok, bye.” Robin turns to him when she hangs up the phone. “Eddie, thought it was pretty clear that movie night was canceled.”

“Yeah, no, it was. I-” the words get stuck in his throat. “I have a sister, Rob.”

Robin crosses over to him, pulling his fingers away from where they held his arms in a death grip. “I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now.”

“Angry mostly. How could he keep this from us, from my mom? From me? Do you know how many times I wished for a sibling, only for me to have one all along and just not know about it? And then she goes through life knowing her dad didn’t want her. I can’t begin to imagine what that is like.”

“Pretty shitty probably. What do you really want to do about all of this Steve?”

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t know. I want to help her, get to know her. But I-I don’t know if I can do this.”

“She wasn’t asking you to fix everything. She just lost her mom, I think she just wants someone to lean on like that again.”

“But what if I can’t even do that?”

Robin gives him a soft look that he knows means he’s overthinking it all again. “Let’s go get some sleep ok. We’ll figure this out in the morning.”

They walk upstairs, passing the room that Julie is staying in on the way to his. He remembers being little and looking at the empty guest rooms in his house, wondering when people would come to fill them. Wishing that when they did, they’d stay for longer than a week. Maybe then he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

When he was really young, he would sit in the rooms and pretend that it was other kids that filled them. Brothers and sisters that he got to play with for however long he wanted to. His nights would feel less empty and during the day he’d be less lonely. He’d be like every other kid on the playground with their siblings, pushing them on the swings and chasing them around the park. The house would be full of noise instead of deafening silence.

But that day never came. The years went on and he kept getting older. His mom went on more and more trips and then just stopped calling. The only time his dad ever called was after the police told him that he’d thrown a party. He used to just mess up just to hear his dad’s voice. Because then maybe he could convince himself that his dad cared for him. If you're disappointed enough to yell, that has to mean you care about something.

Most people say wait until you’re older and then you’ll understand like it’s some kind of mystery that everyone cheers when you solve it. Not knowing that some mysteries only crush the people around them. Steve Harrington spent most of his life alone and it wasn’t until he graduated and no one from his family showed up that he finally accepted why.

As he looks back at the guest room, he can’t help but feel that part of himself get unearthed again. That sad little kid that begged for someone who he could grow up with. Knowing that was there across town all his life only makes him hurt all over again.

The urge to call his dad right then and there is strong. To scream at him for hiding something that he wanted for so long. Yell at him for being a piece of shit to not just him, but to his mom, and to Julie. He was used to his dad, no one else deserved to be hurt like he was.

. . .

Julie lays in a bed that is bigger than one she’s owned in her entire life. Having one of this size would make it easier when she and her mom would share when her back was too sore after her double shifts to take the cot. The sheets are softer and clearly barely used, the fabric smells of fresh flowers.

She’s almost angry at all of this. That one person could have so much and be so cruel. That Steve got more out of their dad than she ever did. But one of them was wanted, the other clearly wasn’t.

The word still feels weird in her mind. Their dad. She didn’t even know the guy but she spent so long hating someone who was a dad to someone else. But by the lack of family pictures on the wall and the way Steve talked about him just briefly, it doesn’t look like he was much of a dad to Steve either.

She wonders what it’s like to live in this giant house alone. The empty walls and rooms prepared for people but never filled. There were at least two living rooms in this house and a kitchen just made for a party. A house so perfect from the outside but so broken from within.

Steve at least seemed nice, even after she broke the news. Hell, she’s still here, isn’t she? In her mind, she was preparing for the worst. To be kicked out on the curb right after even implying that her father was just that, her father. Because a businessman with a poster family could never do anything wrong, could never be a terrible person who would have a kid and just abandon it.

But she was believed, and accepted. Allowed to stay the night in a house she always dreamed of living in with a family she didn’t even know existed. She just hopes that in the morning it all won’t go to shit like everything else in her life seems to.

. . .

September 1986

Julie hears her mom call out for dinner from the kitchen. As much as she’d like to still be angry, she can’t force herself to avoid her mom forever. For what it’s worth, her mom is all she has in the realm of family and a friend. There’s no one who knows her like she does, and it’d just be cruel to let the pain of the past dwell any longer.

Except this isn’t a pain of the past, not for Julie. Almost daily she’s reminded that there’s someone out there who doesn’t care enough to know her, and that person is half the reason she exists. It seemed like everyone else in this town knew who their father was, even if they weren’t around, except for her.

But she can’t help but think about what her mom went through. How raising a kid on her own had to be, especially in a town like this. Someone she obviously cared about just dropping her after a positive test and leaving her high and dry. Life was hard, but she managed, somehow. Julie’s not so sure she would have in her position.

“I want to talk to you about something,” her mother starts once the table is cleared. She goes to sit back at the table, placing a folder on top of it. “What you said earlier, you’re right. You have a right to know who your father is, whether he’s in your life or not.”

Julie sits across from her mom. “I was just angry before, you really don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

It’s a lie and they both know it.

“No, you need to know. There’s going to be a point in the future where you’ll need to know certain things, medical history and such. And there might be a day when his family finds out about you and comes asking for questions.”

“His family,” she says shocked.

Her mom nods. “A wife and a son. He had both of them already when we were together.”

Julie’s entire world shifts. “What?”

“A year before you were born, I worked as a secretary for Richard Harrington in his business, well his dad’s business at the time. We entered an, inappropriate relationship, which ended up in you.”

“Inappropriate’s one way to say it,” she jokes under her breath. “He’s a big deal in town, Mom, his whole family is.”

Her mom nods. “It was risky and stupid and I never should have done it. But back then, he was good at hiding what a terrible person he was behind his looks and his charm. It wasn’t until you got to know him and got on his bad side that things went south.”

“So, when you got pregnant with me?”

“It went south, fast. I told him, he wanted you gone but I couldn’t go through with it. So instead we came up with a deal. I prove you were his with a paternity test, and he gives me a monthly payment to shut me up. It wasn’t a lot, clearly, but it would be enough to pay off the trailer in a few years and make sure we had money for bills.”

“I’m surprised that he gave you anything at all.” It really couldn’t have been that much if her mom had to work two jobs just in order to scrape by.

“The rich will do anything to keep a secret, including bribery. Everything you could ever need to know about him is in this file. With a copy of your birth certificate and the paternity test. Just so you have it. I’m sorry I kept it from you for so long.”

She looks at the file in her hand. It’s still pretty empty, but it has just enough. “I can see why you did. It’d be worse for you for a kid to accidentally tell everyone their dad is a Harrington.”

“It’d be bad.” Her mom clears her throat, looking down at her hands. “I also didn’t want you to think differently of me. I slept with a married man after all, for a year. That’s a pretty shitty thing to do to someone, even if you don’t know them.”

“Yeah, it is.” Julie would be lying if she said it didn’t come as a shock, that her mom would do that. All this time she thought that her dad was some drugged-up guy that she hooked up with for a month or two before they stole all her cash and ran off. That’s who her boyfriends were in the past few years, so it wouldn’t have been a surprise. But a married man, one with a kid, that’s a new one. “Do you regret it? Sleeping with him.”

“All the time, but then I’d never have you.” She reaches her hands across the table and cups them around Julie’s. “You’re my life, Jules. I love you more than anything, and I wouldn’t change a thing if it meant never having you.”

Julie puts a smile on her face. “Love you too, Mom. And thank you for telling me about this. Now I have a name to not give a shit about.”

“Yeah, now you do.”

Her mom gives her one last smile before going to the living room and setting up her cot. Julie takes the file and heads to her room, shutting the door softly behind her.

She doesn’t know how to describe what she’s feeling. Like a weight has been lifted off of her but a new feeling of dread came to replace it. The name of the person who she’s hated for so long is in her hands, and she doesn’t know what to do with it other than hate him more. He had a wife, and a kid, a young kid, and he still went and had an affair.

When she lies in her bed, waiting for sleep to come, all she can picture is the face of the man who ruined not only one life but three. And while her mom isn’t blameless, she can’t help but think that there is more to the story than her just willingly sleeping with him. She imagines taking her fist and hitting him straight in his smug face. Once for her mom, and once for her.

Chapter 2

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stevenbasic · 9 months

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Growing into the Job, Post 336: A Saturday at Melissa's, p11 (9PM, Randi)

We were kinda sorta still watching the movie, another superhero thing that was in the theaters a couple years or so ago. Sushi had all been cleaned up, and we’d let him start to recover, dialing back on our, uh, whatever they called these things - pheromones. Missy was reclined, he was cuddled up into her and had been put back into some loose clothes after he’d complained a bit. Most of us were still in swimsuits, though I’d put a little tube top on over mine after our last spurt nearly burst me out of my bikini. Fuck, my tits were getting huge. We’d all grown.

“Hey, has anyone heard from Marisela?” I asked, to no one in particular, stretching my jaw, “She was supposed to be here.”

I didn’t really get a response. I’d been here only a few hours but he’d came like a bunch of times today already. We were all just sort of lazily recovering, enjoying the new size and energy. Some of us handled it differently than others, and though nobody really talked about it too much some of us were beginning to change in different ways. I stretched out my jaw again, which tended to feel a little sore afterwards, and considered Marisela once more. “Should someone call her?”

“I already tried. Nothing,” Josie replied, casually rubbing J's bare foot. I thought I saw the ends of her long brown hair twitching. She’d gone back to watching Black Widow shrink Ant Man down for like the third time, Amelia was checking her nails..

Hm. Well, fuck it. If no one else cares I don’t either. These were odd chicks, for sure, this little friend group of ours. That I’d become the responsible one was a laugh, and I tried not to get too concerned about the weird shit that was going on. I figured I’d worry about whatever Marisela was doing later tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

Scarlett was holding the guy in her hand and scowling down at him while he tried to joke his way out of something stupid he’d just done. I gererally thought superhero movies were fucking stupid but had to admit the effects in this one were pretty amazing. It was one of the first ones, along with the first She-Hulk movie, that really caught people’s attention, big girls and all that.

“Haha I dunno..!” Missy laughed back, hugging his head back into her boobs, “Maybe! Would you like that, sweetie..?”

We all laughed as a few girls turned to watch him blush and stammer something we could barely hear. Missy, for her part, took it upon herself to gather him in a little closer, bundling him in the thin blanket he’d been given. I didn't even have to look. One of her hands was definitely under that blanket.

I’m sure I don’t have to spell it out for you people, but for all her quirks, we all adored Missy. Josie, Katie, Amelia and I have known her a long time, Shanette even longer. She’s a special friend to have. It’s been a trip, watching what’s happening to her in the middle of all the crazy shit that’s going down in the world and seeing how she’s drawn this hive of girls all around her. This job had been haha really good for her, to say the least, and it had given us all the opportunity to not only make bank, but to become more than what we were before. Some of us were worker bees, some were becoming more like warriors or soldiers, but everyone had their part. I like to think the boss girls were something even more special still. But Melissa, again for all her oddities, was definitely our queen bee…and she seemed blithely happy with this new little boyfriend of hers. It’s good, she deserves to be happy, especially with what her life story has been. And I have to admit he was pretty cute, so vulni and getting more so everyday. It made my mouth water, thinking of it, and my jaw flex remembering the couple times I had him in the car and in his apartment a few months back. Yummy...

The guy was a hard-triggered mess unable to think with anything besides what was between his legs. Most of the time that didn't seem weird anymore. It certainly didn’t bother Melissa. In fact, I think she sorta loved it. She would've had trouble seeing anything odd or strange about it. Her view of men was certainly different than most people’s, with the way she was raised. That she even seemed to consider this guy as human, let alone someone to care about, was a big step for her. She’d had him tamed through his libido, which was sort of her go-to automatic thing and not a surprise seeing as how she’d treated boys before, but she honestly seemed to love him.

Jesus Christ I sound like such an adult. The important thing was that she had him by the dick and that was that. Her new thing was that she wanted us all in on the deal. Well, okay, we could become his protectors, his guardian angels or whatever. It certainly felt good, this new kind of energy we were all getting since yesterday. I could feel it in my teeth and jaw.

Watching Black Widow zipping up her top, hiding away and trapping Ant Man in her bra and then having to fight off some robots got Melissa thinking. She and the rest of us sort of chatted about it, and it was obviously making him kinda nervous. I sensed it, and she certainly did too. She spoke up, finally, and sat him up a bit on her lap. It was weird, kinda. How her voice seemed to make the movie go quiet as all the lasers and punching noises faded into the background. We were all - all like, I dunno, dozen of us - turned to her. Attentive.

”Jay, I want you to tell them what we talked about last night,” she said. Melissa was half-reclined on the couch, her long legs stretched out and taking up a good number of seats. Shanette sat alongside her on the other wing of the sectional.

He was turned on her lap a little awkwardly at the waist, so he could look back down at her. He nodded his head, like he knew exactly what she was talking about, what she wanted him to tell the crowd of us. “Melissa, uh…because of what’s going on with my, uh…health, thinks I need some…protecting.”

As the words left him I watched Shanette whispering in Missy’s ear. As she pulled back, Melissa shook her head in the negative and spoke up again. “No,” she said to him, “That doesn’t sound right. Try again, sweetie.”

I saw his reaction - he was a little taken aback. But he paused, and rather than argue, he thought for a moment and reworded what he’d said. ”She believes it’d be in my best interest if you all helped her-“

Shanette was whispering in her ear again, and again Melissa stopped him. ”Uh uh uh,” She said, herself stopping to think now, “I know what’s wrong. Try saying it like this ‘I’m starting to have a hard time, and I need all your help. I need you all to become more protective of me.’” Melissa looked at him with those big, golden-green eyes of hers and I could see the gears turning between them. “Try that, honey,” she instructed, already expectant.

You could tell he felt awkward, all those female eyes on him, the center of attention. But, he was able to repeat her word for word: “I’m starting to have a hard time, and I need all your help. I need you all to become more protective of me.”

When we all gave several half-claps and ‘good jobs’, you could see his face growing redder. He felt happy and self-conscious at the same time, surrounded by a bevy of bosomy bikini girls praising him like he was a shy schoolboy.

“Much better,” Melissa lauded, petting his shoulder and gracing him with that big dimpled smile of hers.

”Melissa, th-that was embarrassing,” he said, plainly, making us all purr in delight. The light of the TV screen silhouetted the shapely figures of Aubrey, Katie and the B-girls from behind, covering J with their shadow.

The room erupted with an “Awwwww..!” as I watched his vulni little eyes settle on his reflection in the glass pool doors. The TV gave off just enough light for him to see his shrunken little self - and I swear he was smaller now than he was this afternoon - surrounded by his big beautiful protectors on every side. He was seated in the middle, a little man on his girlfriend's lap, right where he belonged.

”Don´t think of it that way, sweetie,” Shanette giggled, “think of it as a lesson…”

“...and you just needed some help with it,” Josie chimed.

“But I´m sure that, from now on, you will pay attention to what every woman says, right?” Melissa finished. She was sitting up straighter, now, and had pulled him slowly closer to her. I could see her eyes light up as he had moved closer to her right breast again. This whole exchange was so, like, enlightening. She obviously didn’t want him to feel as if he had no say in the matter. She wanted him to think that he had at least some power in this relationship of theirs, but she also needed him to know what’s what.

“We’re all excited to help you,” Lakshmi spoke, turning ever so slightly towards him on the couch, that big rear end of hers pivoting and causing something - springs in the sofa? - to groan.

“We want to keep you safe,” said Aubrey.

Melissa continued. ”Does that make you happy?” she asked, “Are you happy you have us, you have me to protect you?”

His voice cracked, adorably. ”s-SU-ure?” he answered, “Yes?” That caused the girls to titter and giggle excitedly, though I could tell he couldn’t make out what they were saying even as they were all - me included - drawing in closer to him. The whole place already looked like a big slumber party from some weird-ass porno.

”So tell me… why?” Melissa pressed. Their gazes were locked, intent on one another.

”Uhhh…” he began, searching for the right answer, “if someone tries to h-hurt me, you’d stop them?”

Melissa shook her head while her words came quickly. “Oh no no no,” she said, “If someone were to try to hurt you I wouldn’t just stop them. I’d absolutely murder them.”

When his smile changed we all felt the electricity. Her own excitement surged and we all began to warm slightly. He was picturing it, we could see, he was imagining what someone with the size and strength of Melissa could do to another human being, and it turned him on. Missy shivered, and needed to squirm her legs below him.

“We all would,” someone else said. I think it was Amelia, at first, but then the others joined in in chorus.

“Yes, cutie…”

“You have us…”

“Your girl army…”

All our voices were echoing off the high ceilings, sounding louder and louder. I don’t know if the others were noticing it but I was watching him flinch.

“Your big pretty bodyguards…”

“We’d fucking kill them.”

Girls were laughing, and onscreen Black Widow was again arguing with Ant Man, who was complaining from deep inside her cleavage. The robots were crumpled and smoldering, beaten, but she still hadn’t unzipped.

Melissa continued to smile, satisfied with the enthusiasm of her girls. ”What else?” she asked him, “What else are you happy about?” The smell of our perfumes, the chlorine in our wet hair, and the lingering tang of wasabi filled the room as we waited for him to answer.

”Uhhhh….” he began, struggling again under the attention of a dozen jigglebunnies. He knew there was a right answer, somewhere.

Josie spoke up to help. ”How about this, Dr. J…say this:” she began, “‘Now I don’t only have one girlfriend, I’ve got thirty…”

Lots of giggles.

”Th-thirty?” he stammered, looking over at Josie.

”Haha yes!” Missy laughed, “Thirty girlfriends! You lucky little guy!”

“So lucky!”

“And soon we’re going to hire more,” Missy added.

“More girlfriends??” someone sang, “OOOOoooo YES!”

“Okay, Fifty!” Josie called.

“Sixty!” offered someone else.

“And the more of us there are..?” said Brittni.

“...the stronger we get?” finished Bobbi.

“A hundred!” called the redheaded Julia, who’d arrived an hour or so ago. She and a couple others were actually standing on the second-floor balcony above us, outside the bedrooms, watching from up there.

“A thousand!!” laughed Stephanie after her, also from the balcony. When’d she get here? I think there were three of our witchy friends up there, too.

Anyway, I felt it myself, for sure - this group of women swelling in strength, excited and energized. We were a unit, a hive, a family - and we were growing. So weird; three months ago you’d have never been able to convince me I’d be hanging out with some of these people. But now, look at all of us. Each one of us that joined the group just makes us bigger and better, makes her bigger and better. Is that what’s making Melissa so strong? I thought, The more of us there are, the more powerful she becomes? I’d seen her, in the parking lot just yesterday, casually pushing one of the construction guy’s pickup trucks out of the way. He’d parked it blocking in her beemer, and she moved the thing like it was nothing.

“A million!”

Does she even realize it?

There was the patter of strong footsteps as several more girls came in from the kitchen, bare feet and high heels, both. Silvia, Nadia and Kori were here now, and had been swimming and looking for wine in the fridge. Bessie had also arrived, still in her BOOMfood uniform and pumps. Among everyone, the growing, giddy crowd, Missy seemed to draw all light and attention to herself. Look at her, I remember thinking, seeing her holding him so small on her lap, I fucking love her.

“A million girlfriends, Jay, how does that sound?” Missy laughed, “Could you handle all those kisses?”

The girls loved that, and we all smushed in closer. The movie still played, and with the doors out to the pool now left open you could hear the sound of the hot tub from outside the room. The floor was damp in places and there were warmly wet towels everywhere, left by the few who had not fully dried their hair. Some of us - oh yeah, me haha - had their towel around their waist.

“We need you, sweetie, to start getting used to having as much physical contact with the girls as possible,” Missy continued, as the pile of girls swarmed in closer still, some crawling onto the couch, across the ground, gathering towards him with the sofa pillows they had brought to sit on the floor, “It’ll help you bond.”

“Yes, bonding. Lots of bonding,” Shanette cooed, pressing her big breasts together in her overmatched blue bikini, causing his eyes to goggle.

“I’m going to need my good morning hug every morning,” Josie offered, pushing a pillow up alongside him, between him and the back of the couch.

“Me too, and a good morning kiss,” said Katie, also adding a pillow to support him and leaning in to smooch him on the lips.

“Bonding…” Shanette cooed again.

“Everyone will need their good morning hug, and their good morning kiss when they come into the office, okay Jay?” Missy charged, watching his eyes follow Katie’s chest up and then rivet to her brilliant smile as she pushed back her thick blond hair.

“Yes lots of physical contact,” I said, moving in myself towards him seeing how hard he obviously was, with a tent pulling the thin blanket up off his hips, “Let’s try it out…”

At that I scootched in for my own kiss, my mouth opening wide - though not nearly as wide as haha I could open it - to take his own. The girls were building pillows around him, attempting to make him even more comfortable as I could taste Katie’s cherry chapstick on his lips. I added my own lipstick to his face, my mauveness, smearing it on him. How do you like that flavor, boy? I then heard him grunt, feeling the surprise when he realized the size of my mouth. I chuckled thinking about how he’d react if he realized I could probably swallow his whole fucking head if I wanted. I grabbed his cock through the throw blanket, and we all heard him groan, everyone giggling as his body tensed into spasm.

“Who’s the best kisser, Dr. J?” I asked, giving him another quick peck, this time right between the eyes. Then I licked him up his face, chin-to-nose-to-forehead. “Me?”

“No no no you have to try us all!” Josie squealed, suddenly leaning in aside me to plant her own lips on his. His eyes had closed, so he couldn’t see how her hair, in the strange way it had started to do over the past week, began to swirl and curl, with a movement of its own. One strand reached out towards me, one towards him, caressed his face.

I sat back and Missy, for her part, just watched and smiled as the entire crowd of us moved in for kisses. His face, I could see, was quickly coated with smears of lipstick, the sheen of glosses, pink and red and shiny. Aubrey, Lakshmi, Brittni and Bobbi. Amelia and Katarina and Shanette. Even the new girls Silvia and Kori and Bessie and the rest got in there, everyone taking their turns on his lips, settling for his cheeks and neck and shoulders, back and belly when needed. He was a-glob with lipstick, all over his body, the girls sitting back to apply more to themselves, to each other, when others slid in to take their place on him and his skin. The blanket, which had been across his hips, was gone. If he’d had on shorts or anything underneath those were gone too, and now it was cock, all cock. Huge throbbing cock again, nearly ten inches of it rising from his weak-ass skeleton. As we kissed him - I’d gone in for seconds, thirds - hands were on him, now. The other girls were cooing and clucking, groaning and texting and taking selfies and group pics with him swimming in his harem, drowning in their lipstick, trying to stay afloat as our mouths sucked him into our depths. In all his glory he was now only weakly twitching and he would have long ago collapsed and flopped over were it not for us all, for the pillows around him, and for Missy’s strength holding him up from behind. She, in fact, finally eased us all away to allow him breath, while we all writhed alongside him, buzzing and squealing. She turned him, gently, pivoting him at the hips and - his chin in hand - took him in for a kiss of her own.

If you’ve never seen a man’s brain melt, it’s quite the fucking sight.

Missy drew him into the kiss, and I could see how his jaw stretched and his eyes widened as she was pushing her huge tongue into him. She moved it around his mouth, down towards his throat, claiming her territory and then, drawing breath herself, began pulling the air from within him. His eyes began to flutter closed. She wanted to take him deeper into herself to make him closer to her. Just as I’d felt the pull, the instinct to eat him, the want to suck him right into me, I could see Melissa was struggling with the same hunger. She wanted him. She wanted all of him. She wanted to suck out all his brains along with his come and all his manhood, leaving him a dribbling pathetic husk. She didn’t want to kill him, she wanted him alive to hug and cuddle and care for. But she would take his breath away. She would control his breathing, filling him with her own oxygen and keeping him alive at her whim. Haha she wanted to do more - I could see, I could fucking see how she wanted to just be able to open her mouth wider and wider and wider and just YOMP - but she wasn’t quite that big yet. What she could do is fucking suck the life out of him if she wasn’t careful, and so she released the kiss before he began to suffer any real discomfort.

“C’mon, Daddy,” she urged, “Come for us...”

The other girls, too, cooed their encouragements. I was chiming in myself, my lips the closest to his left ear.

“Let’s go, you little shit,” I sneered into him, as my mouth all but ate up his ear, “come for us again.”

I was in his left ear, Lakshmi had moved into his right, both of us were purring and slurping and tonguing his brain. Others were between his knees, sliding lips up thighs and around his sac. Hands caressed arms, slid over chest and shoulders. Still Josie stroked him, as Melissa gazed into his failing eyes.

“Go ahead, Jay, it’s okay,” she said, giving him permission. This was her boyfriend, her new man, the love of her life, and she haha was willing to share. We were all his, and he was all ours. “Give yourself to them, Jay, I want you to…”

“Come for us,” we hissed.

“Come for us now,” I said.

My smile grew so huge around his ear when, yes, finally, we all felt him shudder and collapse, like a dying fucking beast underneath us all, this pride of lionesses. When he finally came the girls - and me, and Melissa - all sang his name and Josie pumped and pumped and pumped. We watched him wither, we watched his jaw fall open and his head bob like a marionette on his neck. Though he’d climaxed countless times today, come still rocketed from his dick in gushes and fell onto his chest, into my hair and Lakshmi’s. And then, as she still pumped, Josie sat up straighter and drew his eyes to her tits. She pulled back her shoulders, thrust her big breasts out, straining straining straining at the top of her bikini and waiting waiting waiting for - oh god, there it was, there it fucking was - the warmth, the strength, the power that swelled and there it was she knew it, we all knew it - we were all just about to-

Josie’s top burst, her bikini snapping apart. Her tits ballooned outwards, and Missy began to laugh as he moaned an ‘oh my god’ in the weakest, most pathetically male voice you could imagine. She had begun to grow, we had begun to grow, all around him, visibly. He was watching us and he was watching us fucking grow. Staring at Josie’s burgeoning tits and the swirls of her hair dancing about her shoulders, he was staring into his future and feeling his world close in all around him. “Get ready little man,” I whispered into his ear, “your girls are going to eat you alive…”

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thanks in huge gobs to ResistanceIsFutile for his inspiration, contributions to atmosphere and editing on this one. I’m also using brother Beetlebomb’s render of Dr J…again.

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acowardinmordor · 1 year

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Flip the Board - pt 3

Part One - Part Two

This is going to have to migrate to Ao3. I'm incapable of keeping things short. I'll try to catch everyone in tags when I post part four, which will flip this to posting by chapter, rather than by scene.

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Eddie didn’t skip as he rushed out the side door of the school, headed for the parking lot, but it was close to it. Dustin was standing with his back to the school, next to the van, imitating Harrington’s frustrated mom pose, with a lunchbox hanging from his left hand, and his backpack over his shoulders. Max was leaning against the van, while Lucas argued, and Mike glowered.

Good progress, but they needed to get moving and were two party members shy of a successful departure.

Eddie hurried over, clapping to bleed off the excess energy, then flung open the door. Ignoring the random stuttered confusion, he snagged his supply and shoved it under the driver’s seat, then reached for bags and whatever else they had on them.

“What the hell?” Max asked as he yanked the skateboard out of her hands.

��Chill, Red, I’m not stealing your board, you’re coming too.”

“No, really, what the hell?” Lucas added.

“Shh, Sinclair. Hold your questions til the end of class. Dustin, you’re three for five. Did they not want to skip out? I don’t care. They have to. Do I need to go back for them? Come on. Chop chop. Where’s Robin and Wheeler?”

“I’m right here?”

“Wheeler the Elder,” Eddie amended with a flap of his hand, “You, Sir Michaelmas, are already accounted for.”

“Okay, Dustin, what shit is this?!” Mike snapped. He turned to face off with Dustin, and Lucas turned with him. “You said this was Code Red.”

Dustin was his favorite.

Kid didn’t blink, didn’t hesitate, didn’t even glance at Eddie for confirmation. Which was one hell of a thing since it was Dustin, who can, did, and would question everything he encountered -- all at the top of his lungs. It wasn’t like Eddie took the time to explain a damn thing after telling him to get the others. Yeah, Dustin tried to ask something after Eddie told him to get the others, but lunch was ending and step one had to start immediately, so Eddie sprinted out of the theater and trusted that Dustin would listen.

“It IS a Code Red.”

“How the hell would he even know to say that? He probably just overheard you talking about something and thought it would be a good joke.”

“It isn’t a joke,” Dustin insisted. “This is real. He knows something, and it’s serious.”

“Nancy graduated last year, but we’re supposed to think this is real?” Lucas said.

Oh shit.

“Just because he doesn’t know everything doesn’t mean it isn’t real. Steve gets things wrong all the time and we still listen to him!”

Maybe this meant that the vision thing wasn’t real. Eddie scrambled backwards in his head, trying to figure out if he knew that or not. He saw her around all the time. Around the school all the time. She was in Hawkins during spring break.

Whoops?

Apocalypse canceled?

Oh wait.

No. Dammit.

He remembered this. He already knew this. Wheeler mentioned it after a couple campaign sessions. Damn. So much for hope. For a second he thought he hadn’t received some insane prophetic revelation.

“She’s working for the paper right?” Eddie interrupted before Mike could yell. “I knew that, sort of. A bit. I knew she was in Hawkins. That counts. It isn’t relevant to this. Got confused. Don’t complain, Wheeler junior, would you rather I know everything your sister does? I know you hate it when Steve talks to her, would you rather it was me?”

Mike’s eyeroll was the most ridiculous, but Lucas and Max joined in.

Dustin was officially Eddie’s only child now; steadfast little shithead.

Eddie clapped again.

“Right! Dustin! Where are the other two?”

“Okay. I told the others.” Dustin scowled a promise that all this good behavior was going to be repaid with the mother of all favors, but he answered, “Robin wasn’t sure when Steve finished his shift. She only knew it was before class ended today. She went to call him and see if Nancy was in the newspaper office. She’s either gonna show up with Nancy in a minute, or she’s going to be out here to let us know where Steve and Nancy are.

“And,” he continued, “The rest of Hellfire is pissed at you. Gareth said he was going to plan a coup for Hellfire and for Corroded Coffin. I am being very patient right now. It is taking everything I have to sound This Calm, but, Eddie, Dude, you need to start answering questions before I think you’re a Russian spy.”

Eddie blinked.

“Uh.” Blinked again. “What do Russian spies have to do with demo-monsters and the Upside Down?” The kids all jumped when he said that name. He waved his hand, clearing it like a bad smell. “Dammit. Okay. Never mind, gotta learn about the communist infiltration later. Mayfield?”

“What now, Munson?”

“Don’t with that tone, Red. You have your walkman with you? Put it on. Kate Bush. Running Up that Hill. It’s your favorite song. Keep rewinding and listening until we can make you a loop tape.”

“What the hell?”

“Just put the headphones on.”

“Why should I listen to some dipshit who didn’t even know about the Russians?”

“Because you’re in trouble. The life-in-danger kind of trouble. Not the ‘you’re grounded’ kind.”

She snorted. For a second, Eddie saw how the others hadn’t noticed. She was good at fronting, if he hadn’t seen her before, he would believe it.

“Have you been having headaches? Have you been having awful nightmares and thinking you’re hearing things and been thinking about how maybe it would be easier if--” He stopped before he outed any secrets. She heard what he didn’t say, and the suddenly serious look on her face was confirmation. “Just do it. It’ll keep you safe.”

Lucas had her walkman out already, skipping past the need to understand and lunging for her bag the second Eddie persuaded him. Good. That was good. Lucas would be good at this, and if he stuck with her, that was better odds on saving a second one. Their plan, using her, using a kid as bait for the interdimensional hell wizard was bullshit, and he wasn’t doing that again. No fucking way.

He knew the bats dropped, but he also knew the ground shook and there was a noise like the world tore apart right at the end.

That was the last shot of the movie that arrived in his brain half an hour ago. A sound like the world screaming, louder than Dustin’s yelling, and then; a cafeteria.

Maybe Max and the others pulled it off. Maybe they didn’t. He wasn’t gambling on this stuff.

“Eddie.”

“Dustin.”

“Are you going to explain stuff? Cause I’m trusting you right now, but even if I was okay not knowing what the hell, and I’m not, and you know that, even if I was going to be okay with it, no one else is going to be.”

“Yeah. You don’t know about this stuff,” Mike added.

“I didn’t,” Eddie tossed back, stressing the past tense.

“And you learned about all of this while standing on a table in the middle of the cafeteria?”

For once, Nancy Wheeler’s ability to instantly override any conversation she entered was a blessing. Eddie didn’t know how to answer Mike’s question except with a plain ‘yes’ which would do exactly nothing to clarify any of this.

“Munson, if this is some kind of a joke, I will personally ensure that you do not graduate,” she announced as she joined them, deadly serious. “You have no idea how serious this is, and you can’t decide to use it as a prank the day before Spring Break because you think it’ll be funny.”

Eddie turned and smiled, “Ms Nancy Wheeler, you’re looking as delightfully felonious as ever.”

“Munson.”

“Not a joke,” he cut her off. “Robin, where’s Steve right now?”

“Well he was at Family Video, but I called and told him Dustin called Code Red, and I think he tried to spontaneously teleport to the school to help before I finished the sentence. Luckily he smacked into the edge of the counter, so he stopped to listen for a sec, so I told him to go home and we’d meet him there. But that was a couple minutes ago, so he’s probably breaking driving laws and freaking out right now. By the time we get there, he’s going to be at least half as freaked out as I am right now.”

“What is going on?” Nancy hissed.

“Normal Hawkins shit, apparently,” Eddie said, “It’s the end of the world and I know what’s coming.”

“Bullshit. This isn’t a joke. I don’t know how you found out about any of this, but this isn’t one of your games!”

The fizz of victorious energy he floated on tempered by a few points. Eddie heard the sharp edge of Nancy’s voice, and held it up against the fear as she described Vecna’s plan. There were similarities. She didn’t believe him yet, but she believed it was possible.

The others continued bickering while he and Nancy squared off.

“He isn’t joking,” Dustin repeated stubbornly.

“Oh, so our DM suddenly knows about the Upside Down and we’re just supposed to trust he isn’t making it a story?” Mike yelled.

“It’s Eddie! Of course we trust him!”

“Well,” Robin dragged out the word, “some proof would be nice.”

“You want proof that I’m not joking, Nancy?” Eddie hummed a little, and kept his focus on her. Goddamn, at least this bullshit was giving him some top shelf opportunities for dramatics. He waited until the quiet got a tiny bit tense, then quietly, simply, said, “In 1983, your shoe boxes were full of shoes. Now they’re full of guns. Pick them up on the way to Harrington’s, would you? All of them.”

“What.” Her face froze, blank.

He had more things he could say, but if he could convince Nancy, he figured the kids would shut up until they got everyone in one place. She was scary enough to buy him a little more time.

“Am I wrong?”

“How do you know that?”

“Told you. End of the world and I know what’s coming.”

She nodded once, cautious and serious.

Eddie clapped his hands loudly to break the mood, and turned back to the gremlins. “Max, Lucas, Robin, you’re with me. Dustin, Mike, go with Nancy. ”

“No, get back here, Munson, how do you know that? How do you know any of this?”

“Yeah, sorry, I would, but we’re on the clock. I’m not gonna waste time doing this song and dance twice aaaaaaaand, tragically, for me, but excellent news for Henderson; I need Harrington.”

#Flip the Board #time travel fix it #Eddie Munson #Steddie #not that they've spoken yet #but give me and eds a break #he was bleeding to death half an hour #and 4500 words ago

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Our Coffin-bound birthday.

"Can you believe it Andrew spending my 20th locked up, Fucking parasite-filled, No cake or anything" Complained the pacing figure behind him. "Do you think there's any way I could convince the warden to bring me anything sweet, Literally anything at this point!" Pacing continued as well as complaining you could almost see Andrew's eyes rolling as he heard his 'dear' sister kicking the door "I get it already! Stop being so loud leave the goddamned door alone already!! Geez congrats and all but can you ever fucking be quiet" Snapped Andrew he was sick of it all! They had been trapped a month so far, Rations were running low and he was sick of Ashley's complaining

"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine today!! You haven't even wished me a happy birthday yet to be complaining like that!!" Ashley yelled back she wasn't exactly in the best of moods today either "I know you didn't give a shit about me, but could you not get on my ass for once!!" Tears welled in the birthday girl's eyes as she yelled with a pout stomping away to the two's shared room. "Asshole!!!" She screamed out slamming the door and flopping onto her bed holding her moon pillow tightly to her chest. "At least pretend you give a shit about my day here.." She thought to herself as she closed her eyes not that it stopped her tears. What else was she expected to feel today? Other than shitty another wasted day and her birthday being a wasted day stung badly. Mom and Dad didn't care to call it was expected, But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Not as much as it hurt for her own brother to avoid her.

Quite some time passed as Andrew sighed still placed on the seat of the couch. Of course he knew he was the first to wish her happy birthday every year. Who said he didn't have any surprise plans what she didn't know wasn't hurting her right? Right?? Incorrect he had to make this quick before she died of a broken heart. Putting his head in his hands he mentally prepared himself for the berating he would get when he walked into their room. Getting up, he finally went to get the little surprise he had wrapped up like old molding food in the deep freezer. What else could it be besides a stale lemon-flavored muffin frozen solid as a rock. A small smile traced his lips as he reminisced when this became a little tradition of the two's so long ago. He quickly walked over to the cabinets to get a plate out placed it on and threw the blunt weapon of a snack cake in the microwave. Carefully he watched the timer before it made that horrendous loud beep. It looked like shit, "It was perfect for her" Andrew chuckled thinking to himself as he began looking for a candle.

"Dumbass.." Muffled words came out onto her pillow as she began to smell something familiar. Shooting up her heart began skipping a beat almost thinking she was hallucinating the scent due to hunger and rage combined. "Andrew..?" She called out rather calmly compared to how her former mood had been. Moving to seat herself on the edge of her bed she contemplated if she should storm in there but she sat waiting. And her waiting paid off! Before she could finish her thoughts in came her brother holding a mushy-looking muffin with two candles on top, Pink and green lit up just like her face even if she looked more stunned than anything. Weight shifted on her bed as her other half sat next to her handing her the plate with soft smile on his face "Happy birthday Ashley. I could never forget the day you came into and ruined my life~" She laughed hard at his obvious tease to raise her mood light drops still falling from her eyes but out of a warm happy feeling instead. "Way to save face for being kind to me asshole." Teasing back a warm smile on her face as she moved closer blowing them out before she could even be given the okay wishing to herself in the process.

"H-Hey you were supposed to wait for the okay!" Andrew said sighing at her, He knew he couldn't have stopped her even if he tried, She was happy, An more dangerous beast than her rage. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders he sighed. "Sorry your day is just us stuck in this hellhole." He sympathized he knew she didn't mean anything by her outburst earlier he would have lashed out too if he was in her position. Watching as Ashley unwrapped and split the muffin in half surprising him. "What sharing with me~" Teased Andrew as a piece was handed his way. "Who knows how long it will be before get something like this again.. So take it before I change my mind" The younger blushed lightly her kindness was truly something special when you earn it. He happily grabbed the squishy treat leaving a little kiss on the side of her head noticing her little jump. She always seemed confused when he showed her proper affection, He'd be lying if he said he didn't find it cute.. Moving to take a bite the texture was shit but that's okay the two were still enjoying it either way wrapped in each other's company in this never ending coffin.

#scorestales #the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #andrew graves #ashley graves #short story #i would actually die for these two i hope you all know that #they have taken over my brain im so sorry im flooding the tags with writing

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arrowflier · 8 months

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Hi Arrow! A little request if you are inspired:

The first time they properly use the fireplace in their apartment.

💖💖💖💖

Thank you Calli! It was cool(ish) and rainy here today (though it will be hot again by morning), so I'm vibing with this!

"Fuckin' gross out there man," Mickey complains as soon as he walks through the door. He kicks it shut behind him, hands full, and beelines for the kitchen. The cardboard box he's holding lands heavy on the counter, his keys sliding off the top.

Ian catches them before they hit the floor, and sets them properly in the bowl they keep for that purpose.

"Thought it was supposed to be cooler today," he comments, glancing out the window behind the sink. It certainly looks cooler: the shimmery heat of the past few days has given over to grey skies and quickly-moving clouds.

"Tell that to the damn humidity," Mickey counters. "Like walking through soup out there, and it ain't gettin' better."

He's right about that--the light drizzle that begins to tap at the glass proves it for him.

"Even worse at the donut shop if you can believe it," Mickey continues. "It's been under 80 fucking degrees out for one day, one day, and they turned on the goddamned fireplace in the cafe!"

The rain starts to hit harder, tap to rap to a steady, hard drumming.

"Sounds ridiculous," Ian says. He watches the rain on the window, and listens to the sudden, distant boom of late-summer thunder. "What were they thinking?"

"I know!" Mickey pops the box of donuts open, grabs a chocolate long john. Waves it around in one hand as he speaks.

"And they must have cranked the air in there or somethin', because it was still better than outside!"

Ian cocks his head.

"Thought you said it was worse?"

"I mean." Mickey pauses to take a bite and chew. His cheeks are faintly flushed--from annoyance? from the heat?--as he swallows.

"Wasn't actually hot in there," he admits, "but who puts on a fire when it ain't even freezing?"

Ian doesn't answer; there's no need to. But the question hangs between them like it was something more than rhetorical.

"I mean, it was kinda nice and all, I guess," Mickey adds. "Cozy and shit. Probably good for business, too--sort of made me want a hot chocolate or somethin'."

He takes another bite of his donut, and nudges the box over to Ian. Ian picks out one of his own, a cream-filled monstrosity that might well put him into hibernation.

"But puttin' on a fire when you've got AC runnin' is crazy, right?" Mickey asks again, voice tipping high at the end.

It is crazy, Ian thinks, eating his giant donut and listening to the rain. Neither of them ever would have thought to do it. Wasting energy, wasting money, just to capture a vibe? Just to make the world around them match the way it made them feel?

Absolute insanity.

"Wanna do it?" Ian asks.

"Fuck yes," Mickey answers, already heading for the living room. "And make us some cocoa, we're doin' this shit right."

#speedwrites #prompt fill #fanfic #gallavich #oh thank god I can still do this I was honestly worried #27 minutes baby I'll take it #arrow writes

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squishyteri · 2 months

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My thoughts after episode 9

So, I had a little break and didn't post anything after episode 8 (she forgot). I was really busy (definitely forgot) and then I felt it was too late because everyone had already posted (she was lazy at that point).

But I'm posting on time for this one.

First, quick summary of my thoughts for the episode 8, since I didn't make a post about it. (regarding things we still don't know obviously).

First and foremost, that cut after Non was taken away by Top and Tee right onto the police questioning ... so sus. I'm sure something more happened there, but we will learn later, because it would spoil the fun for us.

Then Keng. Even his last scene felt ... suspicious. It's clear we should believe he's dead, but in situations like this, the good old rule of "he's not dead until I'm seeing his corpse" definitely applies. It's so suspicous that we don't see the end of both Keng and Non. Why that might be? (some thoughts about this will be later because it's regarding the 9th episode plot).

Now moving on to today's episode, that being episode 9.

(This whole post is now turning into one giant "I told you so" because most of the theories I had turned out to be correct in this episode, so please bear with me).

First of all, the big reveal, Tan is New. I've been onto this thought since we learned that New exists, so I can't say I was shocked, I was just excited that my theory was right.

Along with that comes the confirmation, that Tan (I'll be calling him Tan to not make it confusing) really wanted to get some little revenge there. And what more, Phee is on board with him (another win for me there btw).

Next thing, PheeJin. That was wild, I feel like I've seen something I shouldn't, I'm forever tainted by that view, thank you very much (not that I'm complaining about it). But what is important is the fact, that falling for Jin wasn't really on Phee's bucket list of this plan (I was right again, hehe!) and it definitely angers Tan (because he views it as cheating on Non). Which also explains Tan's angry gazes at Phee and Jin in the first ep. (wonder why Phee just didn't tell him that he and Non broke up after the situation with Keng, tho)

Also, not gonna lie, I loved how Tan told Phee, "You go and be best friend with him" and the next thing Phee does is fuck the guy raw and rough, as if that was part of process of becoming friends (or is it and I was doing the whole friendship thing the wrong way the whole time?) But it's also clear that Phee does like Jin and only cut him off to not upset Tan.

From the preview it seems that PheeJin will be cool the next ep, which makes me wonder what exactly is the truth Phee will tell Jin. If he really tells him everything, how can Jin accept it and be good with him? I think it's possible that Phee really says the truth, as well as telling him that he loves him, but was scared to date him because of Tan. It's still hard to believe Jin would accept that, so I'm thinking if our boy Phee won't change some details there. (I personally hope he won't, he's the only good person out there).

Also just a personal side note here... I love Phee, but did he really trust the randomly found water bottle? After all the shit that happened to them? Like I know he smelled it, but like ... there are things that are poisonous and don't have any smell. (I think coolant is one of those). I get that he wanted to help Jin, but I would rather tell him there is no water and that our best option is to go back to the house (they don't know about the shitstorm that's happening there).

Well, now back to our boy Tan. If someone has the perfect motive, it's him now. He has nothing to lose. BUT he mainly wants information. He wants to know what happened to Non. And obviously, we know that he prepared the drug (from now I'll be calling it absynth, because that's what we call it with some of my friends and honestly it's better than calling it green drug so-), but acording to Tan's own words, it was supposed to make them see their biggest fears in order for them to confess/say what they know. With that it's clear that for some time, Tan definitely NEEDS them alive. (also hallucinations, another win for me and my theories, yay!)

Which is why I think that at least Por's injury (and later the death) wasn't on his list of events. Especially since Por got injured so quickly, even before anyone had any hallucinations caused by the absynth. It would be stupid of Tan to plan to literally kill someone BEFORE they can tell him what he wants to know (we can assume that Por somehow surviving that long wasn't part of the plan, it literally only happened because of Fluke and that's something you can't plan) (and even if you could plan it, it would be so stupid to rely on to be doctor to keep the guy alive until you can interrogate him). And obviously there's the thing of all of them having alibi for Por's injury, including Tan. And if Fluke was right, Por had cuts on his arms caused by a knife and I doubt Por cut himself while chilling on the branch, waiting to be saved.

Which brings me to my theory of there being someone else with them. Someone who really wants to harm them. (and before we get any further, since Top was obviously drugged, I think that part was Tan's doing). I don't know if that's possible or even a thing, but there are hints of it. Por's injury, us seeing the ghost hand without any character being present for it to be just hallucinations, multiple different masks/killers being seen. The question is, who could it be. The first obvious answer is Non. But I sure hope it's not him. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I want him to be dead, but it would inevitably lead for Phee being forced to make an impossible choice: going back to Non or staying with Jin? And I honestly don't want that drama to happen.

Other option is understandably Keng. But not that I want to defend him, but I don't think he would go that far, even for Non. When he wanted to help him, he did so as legally as possible (he tried to expose the business). And I just do not think he would suddenly switch to killing a bunch of kids.

And for those two, if I'm being honest, I just think they're both dead. Not that I wish for it, but it would fit the narrative more than suddenly revealing they are alive.

I think the character of Perth is interesting though. We know nothing about him now (I mean except his lucrative job for Tee's uncle), but there might be something that could make him want to kill the boys. But hard to say until we have some backstory.

I would rather if it all was just the hallucinations, but personally, as you just read, there are some things that don't add up to that option.

The thing that left me thinking a lot after this ep, was how suddenly White just ... spawned there. No explanation, he was just there suddenly. The way this show is going, I refuse to believe that he's the only innocent person there. And honestly, seeing him suddenly switch from helpless cutiepie to evil grinning while ending someone would be so cool. But even if not that, I think there is something important about him. No one in that house is there just by pure coincidence and I don't think White is an exception.

Lastly, something I noticed in the preview that left me thinking. Before the episode cut the end, we saw Tan giving us his evil grin. In the preview we see him shielding Fluke from Top. Which I find interesting. I guess it means he won't reveal his identity that fast, but even so, him going all the way to shield Fluke seems ... out of his character. In that situation, I think it wouldn't be weird if he just stood afar, protecting himself (especially since Fluke literally pointed gun at them all shortly before). I wonder what made him shield that guy. Was it automatic reaction to immediate danger? Or was it that something was not going as he planned to and he knew that at least for the sake of information, he needed Fluke alive?

I guess that's question for the next episode.

Thank you for reading all the way here. Have a lovely day!

See you after the next episode (hopefully).

#dff #dead friend forever #dff spoilers #thai drama #thai bl #dff the series

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programaticallydelicious · 1 year

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The Last Tuesday

“There’s no way to stop it?” the man asked, idly tapping the wall he was leaning against as he held the phone to his ear. “None at all? Hmm.” He hummed to himself, listening a bit longer before setting the phone down and staring out the office’s window for a few minutes.

He slumped forward, slamming a fist onto his desk a few times before going still once more. “Yeah. No. That’s not happening.” He picked the phone back up off his desk and dialed a quick number. “Hey, Ted. Just got a call. It’s a bad one. Mhm, yeah. Really bad.”

He grabbed a pen and started scribbling on the corner of his calendar while talking. “Just send out a test alert, we’re not using the EAS for this. No point in warning anyone when they can’t do a damn thing about it.” He stopped doodling for a moment while listening, then continued. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Dereliction of duty, yadda yadda. Not like it’ll come back to haunt us.”

He looked back out the window for a moment, then took a deep breath and sighed. “Actually, who’s that guy in IT who’s been complain-yeah, him. Grab him and tell him it’s his lucky day. He gets to prove his complaints are accurate. If he can bring the whole alert system down the way he says, everyone in the office gets the rest of the day off.”

He listened to the other end of the line, then barked out a short laugh. “Of course I don’t have permission for any of this. But I’m not making anyone’s last day any worse than it already is, and I sure as hell won’t let anyone else in this office do it either.”

A man looked up from his computer, walked across a different office to tap someone on the shoulder. “Hey, Derek. I just got an email, forwarded it to you. We’ve got a priority story to run on the site.” He grimaced while Derek scanned the lede. “Fuck that, right?”

Derek turned and looked up at his coworker. “This is a joke, right? No way we’re supposed to publish it.” “Hah. Fuck, I wish. This is straight from the top.” He turned and started to walk away, then did an abrupt about-face. “Fuck it. No. We’re not publishing this. In fact…yeah. Nobody has enough time to do anything. Kill the front page, replace it with the most lighthearted news blurbs you can find.”

Derek went pale. “No way. You’re serious?”

“Yup.” The man tapped his foot as he started to turn again, then snapped his fingers and turned back. “Actually, even better. Run some specials on cute animal pictures you find, too. It’ll raise some eyebrows, but the only people who would object can’t be helped anyway.”

“Hell no!” a man shouted, “Obligations this, contracts that!” He gave a middle finger to the camera in the video call. “Call the lawyers if you want, they don’t work fast enough for this to matter!” He growled, then slammed the laptop shut.

“Fuck. This. No way in hell am I overriding the station for that shit.” He got up and slammed open the door of his office. “Hey, Camille!” he shouted. “Lock the front doors and kill the standard programming, would you?”

He took a deep breath, and slumped against the doorframe. “I’m serious. Shit, no wonder my news feed was the way it was this morning. It’s bad.” He got up, and stomped down the hall to a broadcasting room, where he knocked on the open door. “Change of plans, guys. Pull up a list of the most popular songs, and play through that today. No ads, no overrides, no commentary. Just the best music in history.” He turned and started walking out, and shouted down the hall as he left. “And order some pizza or some shit. The good stuff this time. I’m paying.”

“Huh. You’re serious?” The woman asked, and blanched as she got a response. “Honest to god?” She sank into her seat as she set down her phone. “That…this. The-no. No. We can’t.”

She fiddled with her phone for a moment, before smiling sadly and looking across the room. “Hey, John. You have a friend at the pet rescue a few blocks away, right?”

John nodded, a quizzical smile playing across his face as he looked her way. “Yeah, what of it?”

She sighed. “Apparently, we’re supposed to tell everyone they’re gonna die today. That’s not a good headline, don’t you think?”

John frowned, drumming his fingers across the desk as he thought. “That doesn’t sound like a headline at all.” He looked at her again. “Is that what that call was about?”

“Yeah, it was.” She got up and began pacing, before stopping and turning to John. “Yeah, grab the whole crew from the rescue, and all their favorite critters. We’re holding an adoption drive instead.”

“You…you’re serious?”

She laughed. “Yeah, I am. What are they gonna do, fire us over it?”

John smiled as he got up and started dialing a number. “I suppose that’s fair. Not like we’ll be here to regret it.”

“Hah!” She grinned as she started jotting down some notes. “Yeah, that’s right. Today’s our last day on Earth. Let’s make it a decent one, yeah?”

#writing #writing practice

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lya-dustin · 1 year

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A maiden with moonglow in her hair

Chapter 3

Cw:underage drinking, underage sex

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon

Gif by @stormborns

The north profits extensively from this match.

House Velaryon rivaled Lannister and Hightower in wealth, rivaled Dorne itself in trade and well, Cregan Stark would be the husband to a queen and father to the next monarch if it all goes well.

The feast is ---despite Aemma and her grandmother’s protests--- on the side of ostentatious bragging.

Somehow grandfather had gotten famed northern blue roses for the arrangements, every fruit and spice Aemma had ever expressed an opinion about, and enough alcohol to inebriate the six kingdoms.

Musicians from everywhere have come, some even sing in the old tongue of the North and others even sing in Valyrian.

Its lavish and every inch of it overshadowed Helaena and Aegon’s wedding four years ago, but it was just a little too much going by Cregan’s wince when the wedding pie is brought out.

Wolves, dragons, sea horses and other sigils decorated the pie shell, with a pie top being made to look like a seven-jeweled crown with seven swords like the crowns of the winter kings at the top.

After this there will be a few more toasts, and then comes the thing that has her more nervous than a sinner in a sept.

Twenty-one doves will fly out, seven for the bride, seven for the groom and seven for the gods.

The pie she will politely refuse because birds shit, and bird shit does not go on food or so father used to complain every time they attended a wedding.

If Cregan eats the bird shit pie, she will beg the High Septon for an annulment.

But he does not, a mark in his favor.

Aemma cannot enjoy her husband’s sensibility because then the bedding is called.

“To bed! To bed!” people shout as the musicians take up their instruments once more and play “The King took off his crown, the queen took off her sandal” as men and women joined in to undress them and send them to the bridal chamber with bawdy jokes and wandering hands.

“Lucky, lucky Princess Aemma, getting a real wolf in bed instead of a pup!” A Blackwood girl said as the ladies managed to get their hands on the laces on his breeches despite his protests.

Aemma meanwhile kicked the man reaching for her garters out of instinct before Cousin Daeron threatened to cut off the hands of the northman who dared reach under her shift.

Somehow this is supposed to be fun.

To be manhandled ---womanhandled in Cregan’s case--- by drunks, over-eager ladies and lords alike and one’s own kin when you are already in knots doesn’t sound fun.

She had never seen the bridal chamber here in Dragonstone.

Mother blushed crimson when she left it earlier today and now Aemma knows why.

It was a rather dark and red chamber with a large stone carving of two Targaryens making the beast with two backs ---and smaller ones featuring different positions scattered about--- and a cream, gold and red bed sheets with enough flowers to make her sneeze.

Unlike Cregan, she was allowed to keep the formfitting knee length slip she wore under her shift for modesty and comfort.

But she may as well be as naked as him with the way he is at half-mast and looking at her like she has always wished to be seen by a man.

“May I?” he asks and she nods wordlessly as he kissed her once more.

It is different from the one at the sept and the one during their walk a week ago. There is a hunger to it, desire and wine and hard northern liquor that don’t disgust her like she assumed it would.

He lifts her and they laugh breathlessly as he gently takes her to bed.

“I am afraid I am rather overdressed, Lord Stark.” Aemma relished the feel of him over her and kissed him over and over again.

“Let me remedy that, princess.”

He doesn’t call her Arra, but she knows that word was on the tip of his tongue all night.

Cregan had been gentle, then once she was past the need for him being soft with her, Aemma had shown him how a dragon queen rides.

He had almost called her by his wife’s name before the word turned into a mortified groan when they heard a peal of girlish giggles from the other side of the door.

Aemma knows not to expect him to love her immediately and forget his late wife who was his childhood sweetheart before that.

Aemma just doesn’t want Queen Alicent’s life.

She doesn’t want to be stuck pretending all is fine and that she is merely a walking womb, catering to the whims of a rotting corpse king, her uncaring father and waste of space eldest son.

It will come, mother had promised, love will come, how could it not, sweet girl?

“Good morning, husband.” She greeted him with a kiss as they lazed around in bed.

They would leave at night so they can arrive by morning at Kingslanding.

If it were up to them, they would just take a ship north, but the king and queen demanded they visit before they leave for Winterfell.

Gods, she knows this will kill whatever might bloom between them.

Between the Green Bitch of Hightower, the whole thing with Aemond and the prejudice against the Northerners, Aemma knows her marriage will not have a chance.

“Good morning, wife.” He gives her a still sleepy smile that makes her think she is just being too pessimistic. “If this is the sight that will greet me every morning, I do not think I will rise with the sun ever again.”

“A shame, I quite like to start my days with a morning ride.” She teased as the hand over his chest trails to that other great sword her husband possesses.

Maybe things won’t be too bad.

#aemma velaryon #a maiden with moonglow in her hair fic #cregan x aemma #cregan stark x velaryon!oc #ocappreciationtag #fyeahhotdocs

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So Lily released her video about The Mummy movies. And surprise, surprise, she mentioned nothing about the racism in all of the movies. Instead she claims the films are "fun" and basically implies if you don't like it you have a stick up your ass.

Also she complains about movies being dark and gritty, calls vampires and werewolves aristocrats and predators again, and manages to snipe a comment at Christie Golden because she's still pissy about Sylvanas.

But the issues of racism in these movies? Crickets. Even the retelling of The Mummy she presents isn't a deconstruction of the inherent imperialist themes of the film. It's just more boring toothless sapphic fluff. It's all about how hard it was to be two loving lesbians in a cruel homophobic time in ancient Egypt holy shit what the fuck.

(note for everyone: don't watch the video directly. if you want to view the video to critique on your own or know if there's anything more worth commenting, do it through this link that won't give LO any views: https://cinemaphile.com/watch?v=Vf_hUx5y0m8) on top of that, it's also gross that LO would shove a homophobic narrative on a society that, as far records show, was actually a lot more progressive that modern times were. we have records of not only transgender people living during this time period where a strict binary didn't even exist, but gay couples existing freely, living normal lives and even being buried together. if you as much just put "homosexuality in ancient egypt", this is the first result i came out with:

https://hyperallergic.com/742038/could-this-be-the-first-recorded-gay-couple-in-history/

“Niankhumn and Khnumhotep were two male lovers who were buried together in a joint tomb in Saqqara, Egypt,” Manson told Hyperallergic. “Their epigraph reads ‘Joined in life, joined in death.’ I created this piece to capture the love and intimacy the two shared, and show that Black, queer love is as old as time itself.”

Discovered by Egyptologists in 1964, murals on the tomb depict the two men in a pose traditionally reserved for husband and wife. One panel features an embrace with noses touching — a pose of marital intimacy within the lexicon of Egyptian art. Homosexuality was not uncommon in Ancient Egypt, and clearly their relationship was both approved of by the pharaoh and close enough to call for co-burial — though the exact nature of their partnership is debated by historians, who make various cases based on the imagery in the tomb.

but these are men. LO doesn't care about queer men, black or otherwise. luckily for us and anyone who does want to make a better sapphic story with an ancient egypt setting, there's also signs that sapphic women existed back then and could be treated exactly the same as any couple.

this is a thing that many people might be surprised by but homophobia is not the natural state of the world. many ancient societies did not care about such concept, just like they didn't had any interest on a strict binary or keep "traditional roles" as tighly as some people care even today. you'd hope any advocate for LGBT+ rights already knew at least a little bit of it because often LGBT+ people are forced to prove that they always existed, they were always there, and these kind of records are important to prove just that. it helps us to see that all of that (transphobia, the gender binary, homophobia, etc) were all man made and they can be desconstructed, disregarded entirely even and hold no intrinsic value. instead... LO invented homophobic ancient egyptians completely on her own and i find that so weird, because this was one of those rare ocassions in which she could freely play with the idea of a sapphic story where homophobia had no role at all and she just put homophobia anyway.

i know, this is a fantasy story... but it's supposed to be based on a real time period. the least you could do then is do the most bare of minimun research to know what you're talking about.

you clearly didn't care to bring out the overwhelming racism of the original movies (even though that was a common point of critique... in the 90s), so at least could have bothered to paint egypt on a general better light but LO couldn't be bothered to do not even that because it got on the way of her sapphic bland story. besides all of this... her pitch is just boring? there's no action, there's no big stakes, there's... nothing of what she claims she liked about the first movie. there's not even an actual antagonist, it's just a boring attempt at comedy of misunderstandings. there's an idea there but actual story wise, nothing.

#lily orchard #lily orchard is racist

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Twisted Love (part two)

Yandere! Harry Styles x Reader

F/N- Friends Name

R/C- Random Color

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and drugs (weed), mentions of public makeout, slight NSFW (dry humping), kidnapping, stealing, and mentions of past cheating.

Summary: When you go to a party the least thing you expect is to run into your ex.

General Masterlist

H.S Masterlist

<<<Part 1

Part 3>>>

Today was New Year's, F/N had begged me to come to this party because the boy she liked was coming. I'm honestly not one for partying, but anything to get my mind off everything. My friends told me it was changed into a pool party, which might make it more chaotic, but I'm not complaining. I quickly got dressed into one of my bathing suits and put on a dress that hung loosely from the top and was flowy at the bottom.

I checked the time and noticed I was a few minutes over the time we were supposed to be there. "Shit we're late already." My hands went to my phone waiting for Seph to pick up my call, but it went straight to voicemail.

I heard a loud honk outside my window making me jump and go over to my window and open the blinds so I could take a lookout. I see a pink mustang with its headlights on and immediately recognized her car. I get my stuff and jog outside to the car and get in.

"It's about time you came," I said playfully as she starts to drive to the party's location.

"I'm sorry you know I'm not trying to be lonely on New years." I didn't know what to reply since that's exactly what I'm doing so I just stayed silent. I'm guessing she caught on with the way her eyes went wide and she stumbled out her next sentence.

"Not that's it bad to be alone on New Yea- I mean being alone is a choice-Not that you wanted to be" She started rambling on continuously starting a new sentence to rephrase her last one.

"F/N it's okay I don't mind being alone it's nice. Plus, when I don't I'll always have you to go to." I smiled at her and I was able to see her grin as she continued to drive. She was wearing an R/C two-piece that barely covered her breast and a fishnet dress that looked really good on her. F/N was beautiful and always made men and women fall at her feet for as long as I've known her. She turned on the radio and a popular song started playing the melody filling the car. Her hand goes to turn it up and we jam out till we reached the party.

Once we get there the air reaks of beer and weed, a smell I've grown uncomfortly familiar with. I've been going to these college parties ever since the beginning of the year. I have been attending parties like this nonstop with F/N trying to get my mind off of the worries of the world. People are all over the place half wet mostly making out or drinking. It looks like an erotic scene from a tv show. We walk through the crowd and start making our way through. I feel a hand graze my ass making me look behind me only to see everyone distracted with dancing. I turn back around only to see F/N is gone and probably went somewhere without knowing I wasn't following her anymore. I look around to try and find her and then I see her talking to some blonde boy. So much for not being alone on New Year, but at least one of us is getting some.

I go in the direction of the liquor and down a couple of shots with some of the guests. Once I get past my tipsy state I decide to get some air to shake off the burning feeling taking over my chest. The cool air on my skin leads to goosebumps rising on my back and I sigh out. I get this feeling of being watched which isn't surprising at a party, but it makes my skin tingle so I turn around. I observe that nobody's attentions on me making me feel humbled for sure, but also gets me to mentally try to shake the feeling.

I turn back around to walk around a bit however, I'm stopped by my face hitting a hard chest and almost making me spill my drink. I look up and see beautiful green eyes staring back at me. "Harry," I whisper I haven't seen him since we broke up. My mind starts traveling to our relationship and how I miss him.

"Hey baby, I haven't seen you for almost a year now." I nod feeling awkward and try to cover it up with a smile. I remember how he hurt me and how I wasn't the same after, but I'm better now and I'm mature enough to have a conversation with my ex.

"Hey Harry, you're looking really good." I complimented and greeted him in one go making me feel like some kind of smart comedian. Also, it's cool how I practically killed two birds with one stone. I say internally making me physically giggle. Though he really did look good he had some new tattoos on his arms and his hair is shorter now. I close my eyes and try to stop mentally hitting on my cheating ex. Now that I think of it how did I not know that he was a cheater with the way he looks like a hot jock. Then again he was in theater and band in school so maybe it does make sense that I didn't see the signs.

"You look good too, but don't you always?" He smiled a beautifully twisted smile, but I was too drunk to notice. He raised his hand out towards me and then retracted the idea lost on him.

"You are wasted aren't you?" He asked, laughing, his cute dimples showing I just wanted to poke them. I couldn't help but laugh along because I was caught.

"Maybe." I had leaned in close and said it quietly like it was some profound secret. He smiled wide at my behavior and his eyes rank over my face reminding me of the day we broke up. My smile went down as I tried to get into a clearer mindset.

He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear causing me to look up while he was leaning down to be my height. "I've missed you so much." I could feel his breath tickling my ear making it hard to breathe. I felt an urge to lean in a feel his lips touch mine.

"I've missed you too." I exhaled and take another breath because I started to feel lightheaded. I knew I shouldn't be talking to him, especially since everything around me was relatively dizzy.

"You do?" His face started to soften and he leaned in a bit making me decide that I have to get away from him because this is too much. "Do you want to get in?" He pointed to the pool that had a few scattered people which was funny considering the pool was the star of the show. I couldn't really see how being in a pool with your ex could be a bad thing. Then again maybe it isn't a good idea to be half naked but I'm probably overthinking this. Either way, I'll deal with the consequences tomorrow.

He leads me to a nearby table where he takes off his shirt showing off all his tattoos. I look away not wanting to get distracted or even worse, caught. My eyes sneak up and I notice that he did get some new tattoos and they look heavenly on him. It was hard not to miss that he has a big butterfly in the middle of his chest now making me feel like he got it for me. I've always loved butterflies and he knows that but he got it when we broke up I tell myself in a way to convince myself in a coincidence and not everything about me. He noticed me staring and smirking making me look away cursing myself I did the thing I said I wouldn't.

"Do you need help taking that off?" He nodded towards my dress. Oh yeah, I was supposed to be taking my dress off. Shit. I start to nod without thought and he doesn't move to look at something behind me.

"Yeah sure." In all honesty, I knew sober me wouldn't want him 10 feet near me but right now I wanted him closer. God, I hate that he's so beautiful and that I have such good taste minus the cheating thing.

He gets close to me, his hand lowered on my thighs slowly going higher till he reached the hem of my dress and slowly started dragging it up over my head. He looked at me with such focus and leaned in a little bit kissing me behind my ear. Meanwhile, I was standing there in my bathing suit breathing hard with a heartbeat of a cheetah. Jesus, I think I may be wet.

He reached his hand out gesturing for me to take it, I grabbed his rough hands getting into the pool with him. The water's temperature made me sigh in relief there weren't many people in the few scattered here and there. We were planted on the side where no one else could see the water was illuminated by the lights in the pool making a cool baby blue. I go under wetting my hair so it slicks back.

Harry's arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to his warm body. "Do you remember that time you spent a night at my house and when everybody was sleeping and we went skinny dipping?" Harry looked down at me his gaze intense making me weak under his stare.

I remember that time very vividly. I had stayed at his house because my parents threw me out after they found out I had a boyfriend. I called Harry telling him what happened. He immediately picked me up and let me stay at his house. His mom was so sweet to me and made me feel comfortable. In the middle of the night, we went swimming but I didn't have anything to wear so I got naked leading Harry to strip too.

I giggle a little remembering how that night ended "Your mom caught us having sex in the pool it was so embarrassing she stayed away from that pool till she had it professionally cleaned!" I laugh at his attempt to be seductive.

He smirked at me pulling me closer to him. He grabbed my thigh pulling it on his back, My back hit the wall while he held me up since my other leg couldn't reach the floor. Harry leaned down to my ear "So, you do remember that night?" He whispered sexually in my ear which in turn made it harder to breathe. I decided to play fire with fire and pull his hips closer to me making him let out a low grunt. I know this is such a bad idea but people sleep with their ex all the time, right?

"Yeah I remember that night." His eyes were dark with desire and I was willing to give him what he wanted-what the hell am I thinking I don't want to fuck my ex. Do I? He kept looking down at my lips and finally moved down to catch me in a rough kiss.

My body froze not expecting him to go in for it. I started engaging in the kiss, the temptation too much, he started to grind on my lower part making me let out a little whimper from the feeling. Harry took this as his chance to stick his tongue in my mouth.

I haven't felt like this since he left after we broke up. I didn't get rebounds or one-night stands; it's not how I roll. But being with him has made me addicted and made it almost impossible to stop. His hand goes under my top grabbing my breast. This is enough to make me pull away remembering that we are in public and not in the privacy of a house. I push him away getting on my tiptoes to face him. It turns out something could make me stop.

"What happened?" He asks as he runs his hands through his wet hair looking at me. His eyes look crazy matched with his blushing lips.

"I don't want to have sex with you especially in a swimming pool with random strangers in it." I shrugged my shoulders trying to hide the elephant in the room.

"That's not the only reason is it love?" He asks me to come closer to me causing me to step to the side so he won't trap me against the wall again.

"I mean we did break up for a reason and it feels wrong to reward you by giving you exactly what you want." All the memories came rushing up to me making me regret kissing him. I felt insanely sober right now and my mindset was disappointed in my drunk self. I should really throw out my stash.

"It was a mistake you know that. I was drunk and I missed you!" I felt my tipping point was how can he just x out the fact that he cheated like it was nothing. He had never even explained what happened properly.

"I left because you cheated Harry and you can't even take the blame. You are always making excuses for your behavior and I was done with it. I get making mistakes while you are drunk because this was a mistake, but what you did is unforgivable." Pointing between us and I could see that he looked so angry that I regretted what happened but it was the truth. I was still bitter about him cheating because it made me question my self-worth. He was about to open his mouth to say something else but I cut him off "I'm not going to fight with you in the middle of a pool Harry." I lifted myself out of the pool getting my dress over my head as quickly as possible and noticed my bag missing from where I placed it.

Shit.

I made my way through the raging party trying to find F/N. I check every room and accidentally see a couple having sex. I check the bathrooms and living room outside and find her nowhere. I went out to the front trying to find where her car is parked. I wound up finding an empty parking space.

"Great" I sarcastically say to myself, she left me at a party with a bunch of drunk people including me. To top it off it's a chilly night and I'm wet in a dress that's sticking to my body.

I think it's better to start walking home and not try to ask one of the drunk strangers for a ride home. It's cold seeing I'm only in a flimsy dress and a wet bathing suit. I feel kind of off because I am alone in the middle of the night half wet in an outfit that doesn't really cover with no protection or a phone. I'm going to kill F/N when I see her for leaving me alone at an aprty. I see a car's headlights shine from behind me frighting me a little I turn around to see it slow down. I felt my heart start beating quickly feeling like I was gonna have a panic attack. They pull the window down to reveal a brunette with green eyes.

"Harry." I sigh with relief even though he's one of the last people I wanna see right now. I'm happy it's him and not some psychopath. "Thank god it's you." I finish my sentence.

"Do you need a ride home?"He questions me while looking around I look around only to see empty dark streets and houses with porch lights on.

I could keep walking to my house or I could have Harry, my ex, drive me there. Has much as I didn't want to go anywhere with Harry I didn't want to keep walking in the cold darkness to my house and end up on some true crime channel. I nod reluctantly when he unlocks the car and I notice his hair is still wet. I get an off feeling about Harry but I choose to keep my mind off of it as I settle in. We keep driving and end up on a random road and I realize that he doesn't know where I live because I had moved a while back. "Harry I moved and this isn't close to my house. I'm sorry I should have been giving you directions" I say he looks unbothered and keeps driving the way he's going.

"I know where you live baby but we're not going there." I felt my heart stop and my eyes water. I tried to pull on the handle of the door seeing it locked. We were now on a dirt road and not a single car or person could be seen. I slipped off my shoe using the hard side to try and hit Harry but he stopped the car at the side of the road. He grabs me and tries to manhandle my neck. I hit him with my shoe causing him to get on top of me and take the shoe out of my hand. I try to push him off but instead go for the lock button on the side of the car unlocking the door.

I slip out and start running and take my other shoe off so I'm not limping and run through the dark field. I feel him gaining on me. I see a house close to mine. It's a farm and I see where I can hide in the wheat field. I feel myself being tackled to the ground before I can make it over there. Harry's on top of me weighing me down on the ground his hands go around my neck choking me. He has a sinister smirk on his face as he leans down and kisses my cheek as my body starts to go weak from the lack of oxygen. I decide to scream but it's difficult when I'm gasping for fax air. I continue to struggle underneath him but it's a losing game.

"Baby you're not getting away when I finally have you again." I can't help but start crying but not completely giving up He tightens his grip on my neck and I feel my body grow weak. Tears fall down his cheeks like he's hurting from doing this. I feel my body go limp as my eyes shut closed too weak to do anything and darkness starts to cloud me. I do get to feel him lift me bridal styles carrying me back to the car. He sticks me in the back seat and gets on the driver's side. The last thing I hear is the engine of the car is turned on before I pass out.

#x reader #yandere #harry styles #tw kidnapping #tw cheating #twisted love

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