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born-of-flames · 2 months

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Picnic Date Idea...

(Trigger warning, read if you enjoy CNC)

You look extra needy this evening, dressing up and twirling around in your cute dress I bought with you.

The one with the floral patterns that is just short enough to cover your ass.

When you spin I catch a glimpse of that metallic plug in placed into you hours ago.

"Come on baby, we are going on a little drive, wait for me in in the car."

"Ooooh, are you taking me out for a date!? Are we going to go to a restaurant or shopping!?"

"Just head to the car and get in, I'll be out soon princess."

When I leave the house and turn to lock the door, you notice I'm carrying a backpack on my back.

"Daddy, are we going on a picnic at the park!"

"Oh, something like that..."

The entire car ride, I have my hand on your thigh, moving it up and down your soft skin and teasing you as we snake down the country roads, deeper into the woods.

At one point I stop abruptly and turn off the car, just off the road, nobody around us and no car has passed us for a good long while.

"Get out, get the FUCK OUT OF THIS CAR!" My voice erupting in a commanding fashion.

"D-daddy... What's going on, what do you mean?"

I grab you by the base of your hair and pull you close. "I SAID, GET OUT THIS FUCKING CAR, NOW!"

You freeze, paralyzed by fear and yet, there is a sparkle of excitement in your eyes.

"No."

I push the drivers door open, climb out and quickly get to the passangers side. I grab you by the hair again, and you struggle, pushing me away and begging for me to stop.

It's no use...

I get you out the car, push you to the floor away from the car and climb ontop of you so you're pressed into the ground by my weight and strength.

You fight, kick and scream, trying desperately to get yourself out from under me.

It's no use...

I finally collect your hands and handcuff them together behind your back and lift you to your feet and slap your ass nice and hard before spinning you around, pulling you close by the hips and planting a passionate kiss on your lips.

The fear fades for just a second before you're brought back to reality.

"Home is down this road, it's a two hour walk. Good luck."

I step away, climb back into the car and speed off down the road leaving you stranded, alone and afraid.

Your heart is racing and your dress is soiled, yet your pussy has left your thighs drenched.

"What the actual fuck, how can I be this horny from such deranged treatment, fucking hell I'm a mess."

Down the road you walk, for about 10 minutes, the minutes feel like hours and all of a sudden, from behind you, the sounds of a unfamiliar vehicle.

"Oh god, this can't be happening..."

You are so vulnerable, so exposed and fucking drenched in arousal that any feral animal could smell it from miles around.

The car slowly drives by, you barely get a glimpse of the driver, it's at this point you think you got away without being taken notice of.

It's no use...

The car slows, brakes engaged and you're breathing quickens, "Fuck, maybe they will help me, take me home, fuck. How is this even happening."

Reverse lights, and the car stops infront of you.

Before you can even speak, the door opens and a masked hooded man steps out the vehicle and rushes up to you, grabbing you by the throat and pushing you chest first onto the trunk of the car.

"No, no, no NO! Get off of me! Please, stop! Please!! Just help me."

Silence.

It's no use...

He is stronger, bigger and you're weak to what's to come.

His hand lifts your dress to expose your ass cheeks and he is grabbing at them as he unbuckles his pants and shimmies them down and shakes them off.

A knife, drawn and pressed into the side of your neck which makes you freeze and tremble at the thought of being so helpless and vulnerable.

He rubs you up and down, feeling how absolutely soaked and slippery you are.

Trying so hard to want to fight back and yet his hand holding the knife to your neck is applying so much pressure you can't do much.

To make things easier for him, he removed the knife and grabs you to flip you around so you're facing his masked gaze.

Holding you firmly in place with the unrelenting deep feral breathing and treat of a knife which he uses to cut away at your pretty dress.

After you're truely in shambles he pushes you back into the trunk with your chest against the cold metal body and reapplies the knife to your skin and caressing your folds with his fingers.

One finger, two fingers, three...

Pumping into you as you whine and sob, shaking uncontrollably.

Begging for it to be over and for him to leave you alone...

It's no use...

Just before his tip touches your folds, and you're penetrated, he speaks.

"You really think I'd leave you alone, for someone else to come along and take advantage of you, you think I wouldn't have the best date planned for us?"

"Daddy, you are cruel and twisted, now please fucking use me, pump me, rail me, ruin me, I need this, I need you!"

"There is my good little slut. The picnic spot is just up the road, it's all set up, before that though..."

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atlabeth · 1 year

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fight or flight - rafe cameron

summary: you come back to the outer banks with an engagement ring and a wedding date, and rafe cameron crumbles.

a/n: so i said i was going to write something fluffy to get out of the writing rut and instead i wrote this. so

wc: 2.3k

warning(s): angst, unrequited love, no happy ending. i wrote unrequited love on reader’s side so it’s only fair that rafe goes through it too

based off the song by conan gray because apparently he's my main inspo for toxic rafe

Rafe Cameron didn’t exactly know what he was doing here.

It was the night of your wedding party, or a welcome back party, or some other fucking name for the party. Whatever it was, it was to commemorate you getting married to a guy that most certainly was not him. Clearly, seeing as you were doing your rounds with your soon-to-be-husband and he was downing his fifth glass of champagne. It wasn't doing anything, but he didn't really care.

This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. Hell, this wasn’t how his week was supposed to go.

Rumors had started floating through kook circles that you were coming back to the Outer Banks for the spring, and the second the grapevine reached him, he knew he had to talk to you.

Rafe never really got to say everything he wanted to say to you before you left for college in Seattle, putting a mere 2,813 miles between the two of you. University of Washington got you and Rafe lost you, all while he stayed put in North Carolina, pushing his way through Chapel Hill with his father in his ear and a business degree Rafe didn’t even think he wanted.

So when he heard that you were going to be back in his neck of the woods for a week, he started thinking of all the things he had to say to you, things that he’d been too much of a coward to say when he still had you.

He couldn’t tell you how he felt about you—that was coming on too strong. Especially when he considered the fact that he’d had a thing for you since freshman year, ever since you were paired up together as lab partners in Mrs. Hawthorne’s biology class. Rafe credited that year as the first time he got A’s on every project while not remembering a single thing that was said. You had that sort of effect on him.

But he had to at least say something—how much he’d missed you, how he wished he didn’t leave things the way he did, how he’d thought about you basically every single day since you’d packed yourself into a car with your family for a cross-country trip you wouldn’t be coming back from.

Maybe. Maybe not.

He didn’t know. Rafe had never known when it came to you.

But then Sarah came inside a day later, carrying a load of mail. And within it, a Save the Date addressed to the Cameron family.

A Save the Date for your wedding.

It wasn’t much of a surprise to his sisters when he stormed out right after reading it and spent the rest of the day off the radar—there was a reason Sarah tried to keep it away from him.

The whole situation was almost laughable, how Rafe went from thinking about ways he could bridge the gap from the past few years to drinking away a sorrow he should have been able to leave in high school.

So Rafe was still in love with you, and you were getting married to some Seattle guy he’d never even met, and he was at your wedding party but he wasn’t part of your wedding party, and he was about two more drinks away from a full on breakdown.

Yeah. He was doing pretty great.

“Rafe!”

…Great.

He steeled himself as he turned around, and the vice relieved the slightest bit of pressure on his heart to see you by yourself. Rafe didn’t really think he could handle talking to your fiancé.

“Hey,” he said, a smile born solely of kook instincts forming.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” you laughed. You brushed a strand of hair out of your face, the engagement ring glaring at him even from afar. “Thank you so much for coming!”

“Sure,” Rafe said. “You invited the whole family. Would’ve been rude not to.”

Your smile wavered but remained strong, the only sign of uncertainty the slightest crease between your eyebrows. Turns out kook DNA stayed just as strong thousands of miles away. “I guess, but I didn’t want it to be an obligation. I thought you would be just as happy to see me.”

“I am,” Rafe lied, and his throat bobbed. “It’s just… been a long night.”

“Oh,” you said, and you nodded, “I get that.”

Uncomfortable silence permeated the air between you before you, ever the diplomat, smiled even brighter and broke it. “So what have you been up to lately? Changing the world and all that?”

“Something like that,” Rafe said. His gaze moved behind you, and he saw your fiance talking with some parents a couple tables down. That potential conversation wasn’t something he could even think about handling.

You opened your mouth to say something, Rafe interrupted before you could. “Uh, Sarah’s calling me from over there. I gotta go.”

He didn’t look back as he walked off, and he was glad he did. Seeing the hurt on your face that he caused would have broken him.

Tonight had been… a lot.

It was one thing coming back to the Outer Banks after being on the West Coast for so long, back to the norms you’d steadily been growing away from. Seeing your friends was great, but you really didn’t miss the constant comments from their parents. You wouldn’t have even invited them if you had the choice, but your mom was planning a majority of your wedding, and her guest list was “nonnegotiable”.

So while you had the best time talking to friends you hadn’t seen in months and introducing them to your fiance during your rounds, you could have done without all the bubble wrap.

You loved the Banks, but Seattle had spoiled you with how… normal it was. There was a reason you were only getting married here, and there was reason you kept basically all of your romantic life a secret since you went to college—after all this, it was right back to the road.

With your cheeks aching from smiling so much and your social battery steadily running out, you entrusted your fiancé with pleasantries for a bit so you could get some fresh air.

If there was one thing you were thankful for with your hometown, it was the nostalgia. You’d run around and fished at this pier so many times when you were younger it only seemed right to hold your “welcome home, you’re about to get married” party in the same place.

As you stepped outside, you noticed someone else seeking the solace of silence. You would’ve given it to them, but then you recognized the suit and the hair and the way he leaned hunched over against the railing, and you couldn’t just leave it alone.

“Y’know, that’s not good for your posture,” you said, walking up to him with a slight smile.

Rafe turned his head, and when you registered in his mind, he sighed. “As you’ve told me for years.”

“And yet you never listen to me.” You leaned against the railing so you were facing him, and Rafe didn’t move. “What brings you out here?”

“Could ask you the same thing,” he said, still not looking at you.

You shrugged. “Just needed some space from it all.”

“Why?” Rafe finally looked at you, his expression almost vacant. “Having doubts?”

You frowned. “Of course not. It’s just overwhelming being back. Everyone has something to say about every part of this, and I don’t really care about anyone’s opinion but Jake’s.”

Rafe huffed a laugh, looking away again. “Jake. Of course that’s his name.”

Your brow furrowed deeper and you stood up. “Okay, what the hell is up with you tonight, Rafe?”

“Nothing,” he said, still staring off into the water.

“That’s bullshit,” you bit out. “You’ve been weird all night, and it's like you're trying to avoid me. Do you have a problem with me now or something?”

He finally pushed himself up and looked at you, all messed up hair and unbuttoned jacket and glimmering eyes, and you had to force yourself not to look away. “The opposite, actually. But I do have a problem with you inviting me to this whole thing and acting like it’s normal.”

“The opposite?” You stared at him in disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about? We’ve been friends forever, why wouldn’t I invite you?”

“Because I am in love with you!” Rafe exclaimed, and your eyes widened as he laughed. “God, I don’t know how you never realized—I’ve been practically tripping over you since freshman year, and then you go and do this shit!"

“You—” you laughed too, if only out of pure shock, shaking your head as you took a step back, “—you what?”

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated blatantly. The words didn't bring him relief—how could they, when they couldn’t do anything for him? “Surprise, I guess.”

“You can’t fucking do this to me,” you said shakily. “Not today. Not— not now. Tell me you’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Rafe ran his hand through his hair with a cold laugh, turning away from you. “I don’t even know why I came tonight. Guess I just had to see for myself if it was true.”

“Of course it’s true!” you exclaimed. “Why would you come to this if you just— if you just wanted to try and ruin this for me?”

“You think I want to ruin this for you?” Rafe shook his head and huffed another laugh. “You think I want this? To have been in love with the one person I’ve never been able to have?”

“Why didn’t you tell me in high school?” you demanded. Your voice wavered from anger over anything, a fire beginning to burn in your chest. “Why didn’t you tell me during any of the summers I was back? Why— God, Rafe, why now?”

“You think we ever would’ve worked out then?” he asked with another mirthless laugh. “I— I was a complete wreck in basically every way, and you were the most perfect person I’d ever met. It was a miracle we ever became friends, and even more of one that you stuck with me. I thought I would get over it, because I knew nothing could ever happen, but every year I just fell harder. For me, it's you. It has always been you, even with everyone else.”

“No.” You shook your head, the blaze growing inside of you. “No, no— it has not been me!”

Rafe shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“You don’t get to tell me this!” you seethed, and you moved towards him. “You don’t get to try and uproot my life just to make yourself feel better, you asshole!”

“I never had the chance to tell you!” Rafe defended, and he counted off his fingers as he listed names. “Freshman year it was Tatum, and then it was Mason, then Jade, then fucking Kelce—” he threw up his hands. “Everytime you were single, you were very clearly not interested, clearly, if you were dating one of my best friends. And then it was senior year, and you told us all you were going to Seattle. What the hell was I supposed to do?”

“You should have told me how you felt before all of this!” The wind had begun to pick up now, the night chill biting at your skin, but you didn’t care. “Because you know what, Rafe? I liked you too!”

That stopped him in his tracks. “What?”

“Yeah,” you said, and you managed a shaky laugh. “Junior year, I liked you for a while. Kelce said a lot of good things about you when we were together, and it actually started to change how I saw you. Less of an asshole, more of an actual human. Just someone who was working through stuff in the worst way. Why do you think Kelce and I spent so much time together after we broke up?”

Rafe laughed, but it could barely be considered one, wholly without heart. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

You shook your head. “I thought it could have been something. But before I could say anything, you got with Tessa and I figured it wasn’t worth a shot.”

Rafe went silent as he turned away again, but you could see the clench of his jaw even from your position.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you said, “okay? I don’t care how you feel about me, because I don’t feel anything for you. I am getting married next month, and that’s that.”

“I know.” He turned around, his signet ring glinting in the pier’s lamplights. “It’s not like I expected to change anything. I just…” he sighed. “I don’t think I could have physically kept it in any longer.”

“You should have,” you murmured. A spring night shouldn’t have been this cold, but you wrapped your arms around yourself as the chill bit at you. Maybe it wasn’t all external.

“Congratulations on your wedding,” Rafe said. “I’m happy for you. Really. I just can’t be part of it.”

“Really?” You huffed a mirthless laugh, looking him right in the eye. “This is it? After all the years we’ve been friends, you’re not even going to come to my wedding?”

“I can’t.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he turned away, shaking his head before meeting your eyes once more. “I should go. Have a good night. I—“ his throat bobbed, “—I’m sorry.”

Your sundress blew in the breeze, your cardigan doing nothing to help with the chill creeping through you. This wasn’t the way any of this was supposed to go, but it wasn’t like you had a choice.

You pushed back the tears threatening to fall and let out a shaky breath, moving back towards the doors.

You looked over your shoulder and watched Rafe Cameron walk out of your life for the last time, and then you went back inside.

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mcubx · 1 year

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gold (j. maybank)

“gold on your fingertips. fingertips against my cheek”

paring: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: you’re a kook, he’s a pouge. the honeymoon phase of your relationship is over and you realize you’re not as perfect for each other as you thought. one thing leads to another and you’re both left wondering: is your love for each other strong enough?

warnings: none really. maybe a few curse words. physical fighting. mentions of blood.

jj never had access to the “finer things in life” growing up. when he was a kid there wasn’t much he could do about it. but now he’s older. and finding this gold is the most important thing to him. it’s the essence of his being.

except, the gold isn’t the most important thing. or it shouldn’t be at least. the most important thing to him is you, the love of his life.

jj had never believed he deserved anything good in life, so when he got you it seemed like some kind of sick joke the universe was playing on him. he was dating the most beautiful, kindest girl he’d ever met. and she was a kook. he couldn’t believe how happy he was. but as time went by, and he found himself falling helplessly for you, he realized it wasn’t a joke. you were his, and you weren’t going anywhere.

until now.

“jj i don’t know how many times we’ve had this conversation!” you were pacing around on the beach. you and jj had slipped away from the crowds of people at the party on the beach. it was huge- pouges, kooks, and tourists all mingling among one another. it was the first party since the pouges had been rescued from the island.

since your boyfriend, jj, had been brought back to you.

“you don’t understand baby, i can’t stop. not when it’s right there at my fingertips!” he said, running his hands through his hair.

“this stupid search for gold is killing you jj! you’re gone all hours of the day and can you even count how many times you’ve had a gun pointed at you? you just got back from being stranded on an island for gods sake!” you begged him to see your side.

“i know, i just-.”

“god! could you just please listen to me!”

“i am listening!” he put his hands on your face. his fingertips brushed against your cheek bone. “ i am listening.” he spoke quieter, lips just inches away. when he ran his fingers across your bottom lip, all you could feel was him reaching for the gold.

all you could think of was him leaving you again to go get into god knows what kind of trouble with the pouges.

“i’m okay. i’m fine.” jj tried to calm your worries.

“but i’m not!” you removed yourself from his arms. “i’m not okay, jj. i cant be. not when you’re out killing yourself and i don’t hear from you for days on end. i.. i can’t do this anymore. you’re choosing the gold over our relationship.”

“no y/n please! listen i’m sorry okay! i’ll stop. i won’t worry about the gold anymore okay? i won’t choose it ever again. please just don’t go anywhere. i need you.” he pleaded with you, grabbing your arm.

“jj..” you spoke softly. he looked at you, determined to not let you go anywhere. “jj i love you.”

“i love you too.”

“but..” you started, thinking how to say your next words. “this gold is important to you. and i’m not taking that away. you deserve to get what you want. but so do i.”

“what i want is you. i want you y/n.” jj looked at you.

“and i want you. but we need different things.”

“so what are you saying?” he asked.

you took a deep breath.

“i’m saying… our relationship just ended.”

his entire face dropped and his grip on your arm tightened.

“i’m so sorry y/n. i should’ve been better. i can be better.” he said, moving his hands from your arm to your waist. he pulled you in and you just wanted to kiss him. kiss him and tell him everything would be okay and you could work through it.

but you were just so tired of giving that you were beginning to feel empty.

“i love you jj. which is why i need to let you go. i won’t make you change into someone you don’t want to be. we just don’t work anymore.”

you could feel the familiar sting of tears in your eyes. you could see jj’s filling with tears too. he dropped his head into the crook of your neck.

he placed a soft kiss to your collarbone before looking up. he leaned in, placing the softest, most affectionate kiss on your lips.

“even though we’re over now, i love you. i will always love you.”

you looked at him for awhile. for awhile you both stood there, staring at one another. you finally pushed yourself out of his arms.

you started walking back into the party, praying he wasn’t right behind you.

it’s been over two weeks since you ended things with jj. every girl on the island had taken this as their chance to get with him, but to no avail.

jj had locked himself away. nobody was able to convince himself to come out. not even the pouges. he’d missed party after party.

you weren’t much better. you had barely left the house. you’d spent one day out on the beach by yourself, but left when rafe and topper arrived, disrupting your peace.

you weren’t given much of a choice about midsummers.

“if i have to suffer through it, so do you.” kiara had said while you, her, and sarah were dress shopping. you didn’t want to go. it was stupid and jj wasn’t going to be your date. he was going to serve with pope.

you sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your midsummers dress. it was gorgeous, and you felt 15 different kinds of beautiful in it. but you couldn’t put it on. you couldn’t go to midsummers.

you loved jj, more than anything, but you knew you were holding him back by wanting him to change.

the pouges and their adventures were his life. and you couldn’t change that. you didn’t want to change that. you loved him exactly as he was.

but, as much as it pained you to think about, he wasn’t practical. he wasn’t the right kind of guy for you. your lives were too different.

he craved adventure. he stayed out late, drank often, and had nobody to answer to. his life was on the cut with the pouges.

and you loved that about him.

but your life was here, on figure eight. fancy outfits, lunch with your parents at the country club, and a strict curfew. it wasn’t exactly your favorite way of living but it was you knew you needed. you had plans.

you were gonna get off the island and go to school. you were gonna be a doctor or a lawyer or something important. those plans just didn’t align with jj’s. and that’s why things had to end. you ended things with him to create the life you wanted.

but you were never gonna be anything if you didn’t get out of bed and quit crying all the time.

so you got up, you put on your midsummers dress, you did your makeup and hair, and you were determined to have a good time tonight.

what you hadn’t planned on was seeing jj in his serving outfit and feeling your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

he was moving around gracefully, well, as graceful as he could, with a tray of champagne. he made his way towards you and offered the drinks to your parents. when they turned their heads you took a glass from jj’s tray.

“but you don’t ever drink.” he said, placing his free hand on your forearm. it stung. it stung to know that this small gesture, which used to be second nature in your relationship, was now awkward. he retracted his hand.

“i am tonight.” you said, taking a sip. you moved away from him and tried to shake the cold feeling on your arm were jj’s warmth had been just moments ago. you sat down somewhere, staring into the glass.

jj was right, you rarely drank. but tonight, if you were going enjoy midsummers and push yourself out of your comfort zone, you needed a little extra help.

“y/n y/l/n, what do we have here?” a familiar voice breathed down your neck. you got chill bumps and straightened your posture.

“what do you want rafe?” you rolled your eyes, refusing to turn and look at him. apparently he took your standoffish attitude as an invitation to get closer. he planted himself next to you and placed a heavy arm around your shoulders.

“i hear you’re a free woman now.” he smirked, taking a sip from his glass. you scoffed and rolled your eyes. he didn’t take very kindly to that action.

“what’s with the attitude doll? c’mon i know you gotta feel so much better now that that pouge isn’t weighing you down.” rafe scooted closer.

“don’t talk about him like that.” you stated, taking another sip of your champagne.

“who? maybank? please i’ll talk about him however i want. what’s that pouge gonna go about it.”

you simply got up and turned to walk away, but rafe followed.

“i’m sorry princess, i didn’t mean to hurt your feeling.” he placed a finger under your chin. “how about you and i head out of here early. we can hang at my place before the parents get home.”

“bite me rafe.” you slapped his hand away.

“hey!” he raised his voice at you and grabbed your wrist.

“ow! rafe let me-.” but you couldn’t even finish your sentence because he was on the ground under a furious jj.

“don’t you ever touch her again you hear?” he was holding rafe down by his shoulders.

“listen here you little pouge.” rafe said, flipping jj onto his back and laying his fist into his jaw.

“rafe!” you yelled, immediately moving to pull him away from jj. he pushed you away with a good amount of force that had you tripping over your dress. it wasn’t a big deal, you weren’t hurt, you really just tripped, but this lit a fire in jj. if he was holding back before, he wasn’t at all anymore.

he immediately laid his fist into rafe’s jaw. they were rolling and punching each other in the jaw. the music stopped and the rest of the party gained attention.

topper came to pull rafe off jj. rafe fell backwards into the arms of his little posse. jj stood up and had no one in his corner. kiara, john b, sarah, and pope were no where to be found.

without a second glance at rafe or the rest of the kooks, you hurried to jj, taking his face in your hands. you led him away from the crowds and into the nearest indoor bathroom.

he leaned against the sink as you used what you could find on hand to stop the bleeding in his face. he had a cut on his right cheekbone and a busted lip.

“you don’t have to do this.” he sighed, crossing his arms.

“you didn’t have to tackle rafe, but here we are.”

“i tackled him because he was hurting you.” jj looked away.

“i don’t need you to protect me.” you said.

“yeah i know. you made that perfectly clear by breaking up with me.”

your movements against his wounds stalled. the anxiety you had been feeling in your chest quickly materialized as tears in your eyes.

you loved jj. so much. and it killed you to end things with him.

“oh y/n, i- im sorry. i didn’t mean-.”

“no no you’re right. i did breakup with you. but i regret it. so much. i don’t know how to live without you.” your quiet tears turned to not so quiet sobs. jj pulled you against his chest. you took comfort in his familiar warmth.

“you don’t have to. you don’t have to.” he said, rubbing your back.

jj’s words resonated for a moment. you really didn’t have to live without him. you could be with him.

“i don’t want to.” you looked up at him, mascara streaming down your face.

“i miss you y/n. i’m sorry i hurt you. i just want to be with you. please.” jj wiped away the tears on your face.

“i’m sorry i asked you to change jj, i love uou just the way you are.” you pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss. you tasted the salt from your tears and blood from your busted lip. as he kissed you, all the worries about your future melted away.

the future would come eventually. you are in the right now. and right now you knew jj maybank was all you needed.

and you were all he wanted.

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vikilinda · 1 year

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Like any with Georgie Farmer would be amazing, you could literally do anything I don’t really mind… living off scraps rn 🤧

Ofc if u have loads of requests or don’t want to thats fine dw!

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pairing(s): Georgie farmer x fem!reader

Summary: You've had feelings for Georgie for a long time, but it wasn't until the kiss scene got closer that everything in your head started to mess things up more.

author's note:Hello, first of all I wanted to say thank you very much for this Request, I enjoyed writing another Georgie fic. I wanted to thank you for the enormous affection that the previous story has received, I really did not think I would like it so much, so thank you really. I hope you like this one too, if you have any requests about Georgie or any other actor or characters, you can leave them in the requests that I will gladly do. Merry semi-Christmas.

You were confused.

Georgie and you were good friends, their characters were a couple in the series so it made sense that the one they lived with the most was the British. Georgie and you were good friends, their characters were a couple in the series so it made sense that the one they lived with the most was the British. Thanks to the nature of the relationship between his characters, Tim, the director, did not take long to send them on several dates, neither of them was bothered by it, throughout the recordings both acted as a real couple so that in scenes they did not It seemed so forced, but they both knew it was just acting.

Or so you thought, you didn't know if it was because of the amount of time in which you hadn't dated or because of the festivities that had a certain effect on you, but something had changed. The complicit looks, the smiles, the little kisses, everything was starting to feel different.

You had to find out if something was really going on before they filmed their first romantic scene. But how?

"Yellow!"

They had had the night off and as in any space without work that you left them they had decided to play Uno. You had spent part of the night interned deciphering Farmer's signals but it seemed that all you would get was a headache.

"You are a cheater!"

Jenna's scream brings you back to reality, the game was over and Percy somehow, possibly dirty, had managed to win. Your gaze goes to Georgie, who argues with Jenna about all the cheating the Canadian was doing, your eyes scanning. Georgie wasn't ugly, of course that was something you knew, her hair, which had grown almost to match Percy's, was disheveled but not in a careless way but in a casual way, with a few strands falling casually in front of her. face.

But it wasn't until he turned his head and winked at you that you knew you were lost.

"I go for water"

While you could hear the others continue to fight with Percy, your mind kept swimming between your feelings. Maybe you needed a day off, or maybe two. Definitely a week, yes.

“Y/n! You are missing the show of the year, they are going to send Percy to the gallows.”

You are sitting at the kitchen table where you can see part of the great work that your friends have put together outside, of course your eyes are only on the British, the way his laughter is the only thing you hear, how your heart beats more quickly when his gaze catches yours and he smiles at you. You definitely need that day off.

"Or maybe you're seeing just what you need to see."

Joy smiles as she shakes her head. They both steal glances from two rooms, while lowering their heads with flushed cheeks, if only they realized what was quite obvious to the rest of the cast.

. . .

You had taken the day off.

Today you hadn't had to record scenes, so even though you loved all your companions, you had decided that you needed a day alone, your head had been spinning too much in recent days and it certainly wasn't going to stop if you didn't give yourself your space to clarify certain feelings.

Romania was a rather peculiar place, of course you had already realized that the first day you set foot in the country, but having taken today to enjoy yourself had been the best decision you had made.

"I'm sorry"

You had bumped into someone on your way out of the cafeteria, it was Georgie. He had made the same decision on his day off, Percy had offered to go with him but Georgie only planned to walk around the building for just a few minutes, but after having to lie to his friend about a non-existent stomach ache to Not to be upset for wanting to be alone, he understood that the five-minute walk would have to be extended.

“Y/n, I thought you would be with the others.”

Georgie gives herself a mental slap. He didn't want it to sound that way but the truth is that you were the reason why he needed some time alone, in a week they will have their first kiss scene and Georgie wasn't taking it well at all. He had been feeling a certain mix of emotions towards her friendship with you, thanks to her characters having quite a complicated start where they just fight their feelings hadn't interfered with his character, but now that that was going to change and their characters were going out Georgie didn't know How was I going to handle it?

“I…erm, I needed a day off”

Now it was you who wanted to hit a wall, of course you didn't want it to sound like you bothered hanging out with them, it was obvious you didn't, but seeing Georgie had completely thrown you off base, your brain didn't she could react beyond how cute he looked in his sweater and messy hair.

"I-I didn't mean it to sound like that, of course I like spending time with you it's just that…"

“Don't worry, I literally had to invent a Percy that my stomach hurt because he wanted to accompany me. I mean, I love the boy but the boy can't take hints."

Percy that my stomach hurt because he wanted to accompany me. I mean, I love the boy but the boy can't take hints.

"I was going back to the building, do you want to come?"

Georgie nods as he joins you. Along the way you had talked about everything that had happened on the set these three months, they had shared certain theories and they even bet who Merlina would stay with. You'd felt good, like all that weird tension between you disappeared, until it brushed up against you and you remembered why you were in that position in the first place.

“So next week is the big time”

Both of them had stopped on a bridge not far from where they lived and had been quietly appreciating the sunset. Of course, the silence would not last forever.

"At last huh, one more fight and I would swear Galatea would pluck Ajax's snakes one by one."

They both laugh.

"If it wasn't for Enid it might have taken them all season to confess what they felt."

"Let's be thankful that Enid locks them up"

They both remain in an awkward silence. Your characters had gone through almost the same situation as you and even so it was not obvious to you, or you want to pretend that it was not, the great tension between the two of you.

"Georgie"

"Y/n"

"You first"

Your words get stuck in your throat, you were ready to take off the bandage once and for all and confess to Georgie what you felt but your throat hadn't planned the same, when you were ready to pronounce the words it closed, Georgie must have noticed in that because he decided to speak.

“There's an ice cream parlor near here that they say is very good, I haven't been but Percy went with Jenna and they told me it's very good. Do you want to go?"

With a smile you nod, while both walk towards the place chatting at ease about Percy and his many cheats in the games, you feel how Georgie brushes her hand with yours so you take the initiative and then intertwine their fingers. They both smile and they didn't need more to understand what's going on between you.

While you continue to go to your appointment, your group of friends is spying on you from behind.

“I told you they ran away to be together. Pay"

Jenna holds out her hand as Percy holds out a monopoly ticket, causing the next big row that ends with both of them in the fountain.

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avanatural · 1 year

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That Simple

Part 6

Series summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 3.9k

Chapter warnings: Some sad!Beau, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, protected sex (wrap it up!), swearing

A/N: This part contains smut! Do not proceed if you’re under the age of 18! As a Christmas present to my lovely readers, here is some Beau smut. I really hope you enjoy it! Wanna be on my Beau tag list? Send me an ask ❤️

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“Okay, Y/N,” she sighed, eyeing herself in the mirror, “You got this.” She gave herself a final nod of encouragement and exited the bathroom.

Tonight was the night. She was about to meet her partner’s daughter.

For this occasion, she’d put on a black skirt and the blouse that Beau fancied so much. Her hair was pinned to the top of her head in a neat bun, the front strands left out and curled to frame her face.

She walked into the living room, the heels of her shoes clicking against the floor. One look at the clock on the wall, and she released a breath. There was still some time left. Meaning she could play another round of forgotten items with her small handbag.

Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. Emily’s favorite chocolate? Check. Lipstick? Check. Keys? Oh, crap.

As Y/N went on her key hunt, storming through the living area, her phone started to sing loud cheerful tunes. She quickly fetched the device from her handbag. Her boyfriend’s name adorned the bright screen. She clicked ‘answer’ and pressed the phone to her ear. “Beau?”

His heavy voice carried itself through the speaker with an unspoken apology. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah… It’s just…” His tone shifted, changing from apologetic to matter-of-factly. Putting on his Sheriff-voice usually made these things easier. “We can’t have dinner with my daughter tonight.”

His words made the muscles in her body tense up. “What?”

“Her stepdad decided to surprise her with a… ‘glamping trip’. They’re headin’ out as we speak. Em just canceled.”

Y/N’s heart dropped like a stone to the bottom of a lake. She knew how much Beau cared about his relationship with Emily. And how draining his rivalry with Avery was. If her heart was sinking, she could only guess how her partner was feeling. “I’m sorry, Beau.”

“Yeah,” he croaked, the mask around his tone fading as he realized he’d once again lost a battle to Emily’s stepfather. Admitting it to Y/N, saying it out loud, only made his defeat sink in, which hurt all the more. “Me, too.” He then growled something to himself, something that sounded dangerously close to knuckle-dunking Avery’s teeth in.

“Hey… Why don’t you come over?”, Y/N suggested. She didn’t want to spend the night alone, and she could imagine neither did Beau. “We can order food, watch a movie… Maybe even get a pillow fight in there,” she joked, trying to lighten up their conversation.

“Like a sleepover?”, he wondered, and Y/N could picture the way his eyebrow arched.

“Come on, play along!”, she attempted to encourage him, “Your next move is to tell me I didn’t get dressed up for nothing.”

“You got dressed up?”

Her tongue slid along her lower lip. By the sound of his voice, she knew that she’d captured his interest. “Uh-huh...”

Beau sighed on the other end. Then, his voice returned with a little bounce in its step. “Now, what kind of partner would I be not to come over and have a look at my girl?”

“That’s the spirit.” Y/N smiled into the speaker, already feeling more joyful despite the sudden dinner cancelation. Beau just had that effect on her. He breathed life and soul into her, even if he was low on fuel himself.

Y/N’s face lit up like a Christmas tree as soon as her eyes landed on Beau. He was standing on her porch, almost blinding her with how handsome he looked.

His light brown jacket was draped over his wide shoulders, the zipper undone to show off the burgundy sweater that was stretched across his chest. There was a small, colorful bouquet of flowers in his hand and a backpack slung over his arm.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He reached out his arm, handing her the bouquet. Honestly, he had no idea what kind of flowers they were, but they’d been the most beautiful ones in the shop. They stood out, just like Y/N.

“Beau! Thank you!” The corners of her lips twirled up happily when he pressed a greeting’s kiss to her cheek. “I love them.” The bouquet’s sweet scent mingled with Beau’s spicey cologne, clouding her mind for a second. “Come on in.”

As soon as the tips of his feet crossed the threshold into her house, the Sheriff felt at home. He dropped his backpack and followed Y/N into the kitchen, drawn in by the sparkle he’d seen in her eyes.

She looked purely delighted, like she was about to burst with joy over his flowers. He prided himself on the idea that he could make her feel good with his little gestures of love. It had been a while since he’d made a woman happy, and he fully intended to make the most of it with Y/N.

Once the bouquet was arranged beautifully in a vase, she turned back around. Her smile was bright, like the first rays of sunlight after a gloomy night, prompting him to hold his breath for a second.

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re stunning.”

Hypnotized by his gentle touch and the devoted look in his eyes, she hummed a quiet “Thank you.”

“Lemme get a look at you.” Beau took her by the waist, picking her up off the ground, and sat her down on the kitchen island. The soft melody of her giggles invaded his ears. Stepping between her legs, he rested his hands on her thighs. His emerald orbs traveled across her face, drinking in the sight of her. If there was anyone who could make him feel better, pull him back up from the depths of his self-doubts, it was Y/N.

She brushed her knuckles against the apple of his cheek, wondering what was going on in his mind. His eyes held an underlying glimmer of sadness so intense that her own heart twisted with a need to lift his spirits.

Beau’s eyes fluttered as he leaned into her touch. “I’m so glad to be here right now,” he admitted hoarsely, barely audible. A sorrowful crease appeared between his brows.

Her palms closed around the sides of his jaw, framing it in a soothing gesture. “I’ll make this the best damn sleepover of your life.”

For the first time since he’d arrived, the smile reached his eyes. The wrinkles around his deep green orbs deepened as he averted them. He chuckled lowly, then met her gaze again. “I don’t doubt it, sweetheart.”

The remains of their ordered food were scattered across the living room table. Y/N was tucked safely against Beau’s side, who’d slung his arm around her shoulders the second they’d sat back against the couch. The tv was one of the few sources of light, next to some fairy lights and candles, illuminating the room with flickering warm colors.

Having Beau’s presence, his affection, his scent so close to her evoked all kinds of tingly feelings in Y/N’s gut. After letting a happy sigh out of her mouth, she peeked into the hallway, where her boyfriend had dropped his backpack. Gently, she nudged his shoulder. “Hey…”

He tore his gaze away from the tv screen, away from the Korean horror movie they’d picked. “Hm?”

“You could, you know… Leave some of your stuff here. For when you stay over. I could make some space in my closet.”

He paused, eyeing Y/N’s facial features, lips twitching upwards. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it even possible to make room in that closet? You own, like, gazillions of clothes.”

“I do not!”, she chuckled, her eyes widening with feigned offense, “Don’t worry your pretty head, I got it.”

Beau didn’t respond, he just snickered along and hugged her more tightly. The way his arm clenched around her body told her he approved.

They stayed cuddled up on the couch, but Y/N couldn’t really pay attention to the movie they were watching. Not with a 6’1 Sheriff next to her who was the kind of handsome that just got into your bones. After stealing countless mischievous glances at him, she connected her lips to Beau’s cheek.

He hummed from deep within his chest and squeezed her against his side.

Lowering her head, she proceeded to plant a line of pecks on his jaw.

Her boyfriend shivered. “What’cha doin’?”, he asked, his gaze bright with anticipation.

“Seducing you,” she said before leaning back in. Her lips trailed along his skin, brushing against his growing beard. “Is that okay?”

A grunt escaped him when her hot breath tickled the shell of his ear. He tilted his head to give her better access to his needy skin. “Oh, more than okay,” he husked, his voice dropping an octave, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I still have a favor to repay,” she spoke in between open-mouthed kisses to his neck.

He melted into her sultry touch. The blood rushed south, making him squirm on the spot. “You don’t have to repay me for anythin’, you know that, right?”

“I know. But I want to.” Her fingers played with the hem of his burgundy sweater as she sat up on her knees. “May I?”

Beau’s body was momentarily paralyzed by lust, leaving him to mumble a simple, “Please.”

Y/N pushed his shirt up and over his chest, revealing his smooth, freckled skin. He lifted his arms, making it easier for her to rid him of the maroon-colored material. His hair was left tousled after she’d pulled the fabric over his head. With his hair sticking up at odd angles and his broad chest out in the open, the Sheriff looked nothing short of delicious.

“Now, lay back…,” Y/N said and applied pressure to Beau’s shoulders, making him lean against the wall of couch pillows. “And relax.”

His ribcage was pushed up and down by labored breaths while her lips took a love tour across his chest. Y/N marked his pecs and stomach with her kisses, her intense Y/E/C eyes not leaving his face. Her rosy mouth traveled lower and lower, making him feel exposed, seen, and safe, all at once.

Beau could feel himself strain against his jeans. His bulge was begging to be released. When Y/N sunk to the floor between his legs, he propped himself up on his elbows to watch her. He was mesmerized by the view of this incredible woman on her knees before him.

With a coy smirk, his girlfriend undid his belt and opened his dark blue jeans. She felt like she was unwrapping a Christmas present, and a very promising one at that. There was already a wet spot on his boxer shorts, showcasing his excitement.

Beau let her slide his jeans and boxers down, aiding her by lifting his hips. Soon after, the fabric pooled around his ankles, shaped like a forever sign. His dick stood hard as a rock, almost painfully so, even though Y/N hadn’t touched him yet.

She took his manhood in her hand, amazed by its girth and the weight against her palm. The head was shining with a taunting layer of precum, prompting her to lean forward and slowly run her pointed tongue along the slit.

Beau’s jaw tensed. His eyes became hooded as he observed her. His worries, his pain, his fears about fatherhood, it all vanished into thin air. His mind and body were utterly focused on Y/N. Caught in a trance, he loosened her bun, making her hair drop from its hold.

She savored her very first taste of him. It instantly made her yearn for more. She closed her mouth around his tip and sucked on it. He hissed, his hand lashing out on reflex to touch the back of her head.

When her mouth started to bop up and down his shaft, his hand tangled in her hair, grabbing random strands in a desperate attempt to get her even closer. “Damn, Y/N… Just like that…”

She groaned around his length, the slight sting on the back of her head only serving to increase her enthusiasm. Her hand joined the fun, stroking what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

Beau’s jaw went slack. Truth be told, she wasn’t just stroking his dick. She was stroking his ego, too. The muscles in his thighs constricted as his girl sucked him off. His clouded eyes met hers, and she grinned playfully around his length. “You know exactly what you’re doin’ to me, don’t you, darlin’?”

She hummed, sending shockwaves of pleasure from the head of his cock straight down to the base. As soon as her free hand came up to cradle his balls, he knew he was done for. A moan broke free from his throat, loud enough to make him blush.

His hand sought out her cheek, his tender thumb sweeping from her cheekbone down to her chin. “I want you to get undressed for me,” he mumbled.

Y/N pulled her mouth off of him with a pop. She wiped a sheen of precum and saliva from her smirking lips.

Beau watched her, fascinated, as she crawled onto his lap. His dick vanished underneath her skirt, pressing against her soaked panties. His stare fell on her breasts as she unbuttoned her blouse, causing his instant loss of patience.

“On second thought, I’m gonna help you with that,” he decided, joining his girlfriend’s excited laughter as he fumbled with the button on her skirt.

Together, they managed to undress Y/N in record time. Their mouths chased each other hungrily. As their tongues tangled with a fiery passion, she ground herself on him.

“Do we need lube?”, he inquired in between smacks of their lips.

Rather than confess to him that she didn’t have any, she took his wrist and guided his hand to her pussy.

Beau’s fingertips brushed along her folds, instantly soaked with arousal. He hummed and tilted his head. “Guess not.”

Y/N responded with a chuckle, which soon turned into a lustful moan when he dipped two fingers into her core. She writhed on his digits, coating them with her slick, until she was shaking with greed.

“Want you inside me,” she panted.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

Slowly, he bent forward with Y/N still in his lap, reaching for his pants on the floor. She clung to Beau, crossing her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, as he searched his pocket for a condom.

“You came here prepared, huh?”, she teased.

The tips of his ears lit up pink, and his cheeks turned warm. With the foil pack between his fingers, he sat back to face his girlfriend. “I wasn’t- I didn’t just come here to- That wasn’t my intention.”

“Hey, don’t worry.” Her loving hand wiped some stray hair away from his forehead, barely touching his skin. “It’s always good to be prepared.”

“I-“ Beau’s lips parted with a smile, the weight lifted from his shoulders. The truth was, he’d gotten so used to justifying himself in a relationship that he felt like being defensive had become his second nature. “Sorry.”

He didn’t get a chance to appreciate the perfect smile she was giving him, that’s how desperately she dove straight into another kiss. She slid her tongue against his while she pried the foil packet from his hand. Without taking a look, she ripped open the package and took the condom out.

Beau closed his eyes while she rolled the condom onto his leaking length. He’d always pictured that he’d be all tongue and teeth, impatient, and assertive once he got the chance to fully be with Y/N. Instead, contentment rushed through his veins, making him feel calm. Grateful. At peace.

A surprised “Oh my God” escaped Y/N when the first few inches of his dick entered her, stretching her open with its girth. She proceeded to giggle into Beau’s mouth, which prompted him to laugh along. The tunes of his warm, welcoming chuckles were like tiny stabs of love to her heart.

The further she sank down on him, the more intense the pressure became. Her breathing started to shake, turning into uneven puffs of air that fanned his face.

Beau caught the sounds of her shallow breaths, sensing her discomfort. He gripped her hips and held her in place to slow her down. “Take your time, darlin’,” he whispered into her ear and felt her body tremble on top of him.

“Okay,” she whispered back and rested her forehead against his.

Beau snaked his arm around her waist to support her. His free hand dropped to her clit while he surged forward to meet her lips in a distracting kiss.

He stroked her little nub, making her insides quiver, until her hips started to rock on their own.

Gradually, she sank lower and lower, comforted by his kisses, until he was fully sheathed inside of her. A deep sigh escaped her once her ass met his thighs.

“There ya go,” he murmured, his mouth grazing hers as he spoke. He gave her full control, doing nothing other than hold her waist when she started to ride him. “Just take me how you need me.”

Y/N’s hips rotated in circular motions. She could feel how wet she was around him, hear it even. The hollow voices coming from the tv were no longer existent to her ears. It was all Beau. He was everywhere. The pure look in his eyes. His savory taste on her tongue. His enlarged tip in the depths of her body. Before long, she was moving faster, close to bouncing on his lap.

His palm moved to the back of her neck, giving his arm the opportunity to support her back while his fingers tangled in her hair. “You feel so good wrapped around me.” His voice was raspy, barely more than a low groan in his throat. He lowered his gaze to watch his himself slip in and out of her.

Suddenly, she tilted her hips just right. The way her tight inner walls squeezed his shaft sent Beau straight to the edge of bliss. The back of his head met the backrest of the couch, and his grip on her body slacked. The guttural moans that spilled from his mouth only spurred Y/N on, who started to ride him harder.

But he wasn’t willing to come yet. No, he couldn’t finish first. In his heart, he knew that his girl wouldn’t hold it against him if he did. But he needed to be a good experience for her. More than just good. He needed her to know how strongly he felt about her.

“Holy- Y/N… Stop, wait.” He gathered all of his willpower to sit up with her in his lap.

As soon as she heard him say stop, her entire body froze. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Beau inhaled and let out a prolonged exhale, slowly releasing his breath until it turned into a surprised outpour of a chuckle. “Almost came.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He circled his arm around her waist and dove to the side, taking her down with him, pushing her onto her back. “I’m not done with you, beautiful.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his muscled back as Beau trapped her under his body, pinning her to the couch with his weight. She was smiling so widely that she feared her cheeks were going to burst open any second. The happiness that he planted within her made her feel invincible.

Her breath got lost in her throat when Beau rejoined their bodies, entering her in one smooth thrust. He sweetened the sting by covering her hand with his, intertwining their fingers next to her head.

Y/N’s free hand gripped the back of his neck to tug him down for a kiss. Beau’s mouth claimed hers while he pulled her leg over his hip, opening her up to him. Slowly, he started to rock back and forth, guiding them into a sensual rhythm.

“Mhhh,” she sighed as the head of his cock explored her from the inside, “That feels so good.”

Beau’s fingers tightened their grip on her hand. His eyes didn’t dare leave her face, scared to miss even the slightest reaction to his movements. He wanted to get to know her body, find out what she liked so that he could make her feel as good as she was making him feel. “God, you’re perfect,” he cooed as he buried himself inside of her.

Y/N raised her legs, crossing her ankles behind his lower back. Their joined hands next to her head, their unwavering eye contact as well as Beau’s long, deep thrusts easily turned this experience into the most intimate sex she’d ever had. They breathed low moans and sweet praises into each other’s mouths.

“You’re grippin’ me so tight,” he grunted, dragging himself back and forth between her dripping folds. As he pushed forward, he was suddenly met with her sweet spot and a high-pitched whine.

“Mhhh, Beau! Right there.”

He closed in on that spot, steered by her angelic voice. The intensity of his thrusts moved her up and down the corduroy material of her couch. A sweet burning sensation dug itself into her back.

“You want me to keep goin’ like this?”

“Harder,” she croaked, high on pleasure.

“You sure?”

With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she nodded her head. “Please, Beau.”

With a peck to her temple, he let go of her hand. He grabbed the backs of her thighs, spreading her legs to make room for himself, and pinned her thighs to her chest. When he plunged his dick back into her, Y/N’s head fell back. The new angle made him go unbelievably deep.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

“You okay there?” He grinned, propping himself up with his hands on the backs of her knees.

Staring at the ceiling, Y/N’s eyes threatened to roll back into her head. “Amazing…”

Beau picked up the pace and force, bending her in half. Small droplets of sweat gathered along his forehead and chest, dripping down onto her heated skin. The sight of her breasts bouncing with his thrusts, the sight of her flushed face, of his cock disappearing into her pussy, it was overwhelming.

Y/N’s voice was like a rising storm, her lips parting to make her pleasure known. She was so close to her orgasm. So close to falling over the edge.

And when she came a few minutes later, she looked at his face. His handsome features were twisted with hunger, and with something soft, something delicate. Y/N gasped a final cry of delight, her body shaking below him. Her legs felt like jell-o, her clit was vibrating, and she felt like laughing and crying at the same time.

The way her pussy fluttered around him sent Beau spiraling into his own orgasm. He finally allowed himself to let go. Jolts of bliss pulsed through his lower body as he came on top of Y/N. His stomach clenched as he shot warm ropes of relief into the condom.

The sounds of his tender, drawn-out groans filled the room, then faded away as he collapsed into her embrace, met with open arms.

Face to face, they panted against each other’s kiss-swollen lips.

“I love you,” Beau breathed, his chest heaving against hers. He didn’t dare raise his voice above a whisper, fearing that he might break the small bubble they were hiding in, separated from the harshness of the world.

Y/N felt light and fragile like a little butterfly, doted on by the fondness in her partner’s eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Best damn sleepover ever,” he declared under his breath.

Soon after, their low hums of shared laughter filled the living room.

Part 7

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agroupiewhore · 3 months

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Hi everyone,

Here is my newest imagine with Matías Recalt, can't really think of any warnings besides making out etc (PG-13). I love the LSDLN fandom so much.

I apologise for any mistakes in my writing or grammar (I left school at 16 to go and work in a coffee shop where I didn't really need to do much penmanship and I was never good at English) I really want this to be perfect as I love writing and haven't in ages. Please leave me comments/ questions/ concerns and ofcourse constructive criticism. If people do like this alot and maybe want a part 2 I'd consider it, I am not sure but I do know I am enjoying writing again.

Sorry for the long introduction.

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

The Beach Run

"It's getting kind of late don't you think?" You rolled over onto your front and sat up onto your knees. "We should probably get back". Matías propped himself up onto his elbows and admired you.

"Sorry, what were you saying? There's a goddess in front of me, so it's a little hard to pay attention right now" he said, smirking.

"O my god." You laughed and blushed hard. Thank god it was getting dark. "You are another level you know?"

"Oh I know." He smirked again, sitting up and kissing you gently. "So what's it like being down here with us mere mortals?"

"Matías, please mi amor." You said kissing his soft cheeks. "It's getting dark, come on".

"Are you scared of the dark?" He asked, staring up at you with his dark eyes.

"Ofcourse not!" You replied, brushing some sand off yourself. You leaned forward to grab a few of the empty beer bottles around your towel. Matías admired you and fiddled with his ring.

"Babe, I have an idea." He said, smiling. "Please, it's a good one this time."

You laughed.

"I hope so." You replied, stroking his cheek. His last great date idea was to play sandwich roulette. It essentially involved choosing any random ingredients and food you two could find in the kitchen and throwing it into a sandwich. You didn't think you'd ever be able to get the taste of lettuce, mustard and onion out of your mouth. Even his cat didn't want any of the leftovers.

"No it really is this time, I promise." He smiled and kissed your neck. How could you resist? His smile was infectious.

"Okay, okay, tell me what we're gonna do." You said.

"Well ,first, we can tidy and all, so we're ready to head back as soon as we can." He said, putting some of the leftover food back into the picnic basket. You assisted in tidying and soon were all packed up.

"Now what?" You asked as you looked over at him. Matías said nothing as he got up to his feet and began undressing.

"No way! No, someone might see us." You said, admiring your perfect boyfriend. "Babe?!"

"No one is going to see us ,and it's pitch black anyway, so come on." He answered leaning down to kiss you tenderly. "I'll keep you safe, I promise." You pondered his request for a moment before smiling and taking off your bikini. Thank god it was pitch black so no one could see how hard you were blushing. You giggled as his long eyelashes tickled your face. He pulled away, took your hand and kissed it.

"Let's go swimming!" He said, and he took off in the direction of the sea.

"Matías! Matías!" You cried, holding onto his hand for dear life. "We can't do this, oh my god!" You laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. The two of you naked in the sea splashing each other. This was the level of joy you wanted to feel for the rest of your life. You could just about make out his silhouette in the darkness. The sea wasn't particularly cold, thankfully, and the two of you continued your water fight and swam a little bit of the way out. You embraced one another and began making out in the middle of the ocean.

"You are so perfect." Matías said, as he pushed some strands of wet hair out of your face. He touched your silver pendant, which he had given you as a gift before going off to film. He had a matching one also, and both of you had made a promise to never take it off. Whilst he was filming, it was hard to not miss him or feel alone at times despite the video calls and how often he messaged you. You had both agreed that when you both couldn't take the loneliness, all you had to do was hold onto the pendemant, squeeze it tightly, and think of being together.

"I love you so much." You said as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. "Te amo mucho."

"Que hermosa." He whispered back as he pressed tiny kisses on your neck. You remained enveloped in one another's pure adoration in the ocean for sometime.

"Well... we should probably get back... maybe." You giggled. "You're going to be all salty!" Matías kissed the tip of your nose.

"Race you!" He cried out before starting to front crawl back to the shore "Loser does the dishes!"

"O my god, you asshole!" You cried out before swimming after him. Naturally, he won thanks to his headstart.

"Going to make sure we cook the absolute messiest dinner tomorrow, babe." He said, smiling as he took your hand in his.

"Yeah, yeah." You replied shaking your head and rolling your eyes. It was impossible not to adore his shit eating grin. You lightly nudged him.

"Erm... babe." Matías said, looking out at the sand "Where's our stuff?" You looked up across the beach, when you had run into the ocean it obviously hadn't been in a straight line, and then swimming out and being pushed by the tide had led you back to a different spot.

"A good idea, huh?" You said, looking at him then promptly bursting out laughing. He blushed slightly and began laughing as well.

"I promise you can pick every date activity from now on." He said, laughing harder.

"This is still better than sandwich roulette." You answered as the two of you began walking in what you hoped was the right direction.

#lsdln #the society of the snow #imagine #matías recalt

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fullstcp · 3 months

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"Girl Of My Dreams" by Fletcher Sentence Starters

20 SOMETHING

"If you wanna see my face again grab some paper and a pen."

"Lately I've been feeling kinda lonely."

"It's kinda like nobody knows me anymore."

"Maybe I've been looking for a stranger."

"Maybe I've been living for the danger of the fall."

"But, oh, aren't we all?

"Everybody says these are the best years of our lives."

"Then why does everyone around me look so lost tonight?"

"With us it's all or nothing."

"Scared of what's next so we keep on running."

"Kiss me, we won't remember."

I THINK I'M GROWING?

"I've traveled so many places in my head."

"So insecure, so quick to fight."

"I didn't know I was so co-dependent."

"I didn't know I had so much resentment."

GIRL OF MY DREAMS

"She/he/they could've been the one."

"Forever only made a couple trips around the sun."

"Tequila doesn't hit no more."

"I got a new rebound."

"I'm falling for me now."

"I'm over being cynical."

SUCKERPUNCH

"I was lost in transit, you found me stranded."

"Guess I didn't know that love could hit me this hard."

BIRTHDAY GIRL

"What you gonna put your lips on now at midnight?"

"Do you think of me?"

"Do you wish you didn't, but you have to?"

"I don't know myself without you and I want to."

"Something can be wrong even if nothing's wrong."

"I know those seem like shitty reasons for calling it off."

"There were so many things I couldn't be for you."

BETTER VERSION

"I was kind, I was warm, I was patient."

"Look at you, you're a star, I'm the reason."

"Honestly, you're new girlfriend/boyfriend should thank me."

"Do you think of me when you fuck her/him/them?"

"It's always the next person that gets the better version."

"I loved you at your worst."

"I fixed your heart, but mine still hurts."

"We were young, we were dumb, we had issues."

"God knows that we tried."

"I did the heavy lifting, but she'll/he'll/they'll get the happy ending."

"Now the credits are rolling, I played my part."

"You were kind, you were warm, you were patient."

"Look at me, I'm a star, you're the reason."

"Now some other person is gonna get the better version of me."

STING

"Do you ever miss me?"

"You chose brand new over history."

"Don't you wish I was your girlfriend/boyfriend still?"

"Don't you wish it worked and we were on again?"

"Why does it sting?"

"Why am I still hung up on things?"

"Are you gonna give that diamond ring that's meant for me to her/him/them?"

"It's all I got left of you and me."

"Do you ever rewind?"

"I've been hurting from the goodbye."

"Feelings, do they ever die?"

"I wish we were on again."

"I still feel you right here every now and then."

"How much longer will it sting?"

"What if we could start clean with no hard feelings between us?"

"What if we could go back and take it all back?"

BECKY'S SO HOT

"Are you in love like we were?"

"If I were you I'd probably keep her/him/them."

CONVERSATIONS

"My head and my heart are at war and I'm stuck in the crossfire."

"I make things complicated."

GUESS WE LIED...

"Here we go again."

"We're not friends, no, we're not lovers."

"You got a new life in just six seasons."

"I only know you in bits and pieces."

"I'm losing my head trying to hold onto something."

"If you're gonna lie, do it in my bed."

"If you're gonna lie to me, make it worth it."

"I guess you didn't tell the truth."

"Just tell me you don't need me."

"Break my heart and make it easy."

"I heard you're better off and you're doing fine."

"I heard that you're in love, good fucking try."

"I know we said forever but I guess we lied."

SERIAL HEARTBREAKER

"I tend to overcomplicate."

"I overlove, I underplay."

"I'm not the best at breaking up."

"A sucker for the fuck me up."

"I like my alone time."

"I want somebody to hold."

"I tend to contradict a lot."

"I love you more, I love you not."

"I hate it when you're there for me."

HER BODY IS BIBLE

"I found God the moment that I put my lips on yours."

"You're so hot, I'm freaking out."

I LOVE YOU, BITCH

"I get lost in the moment."

"I'm constantly dating, cause I crave validation."

"I've confessed to girls and boys and to strangers on the internet."

"I'm kinda impatient."

"I'm fun when I'm wasted."

"I feel things in my bones."

FOR CARI

"Everybody's trying to make me someone else."

"I know sometimes I'm too hard to love."

"I've been drinking, so I'm gonna speak my mind."

"I'll say 'fuck you' to the bad vibes."

"I'm a bad bitch and nothing can scare me."

"Had a lot of feelings but none like this before."

"I am what I am and I ain't nothing more."

"This city's too big for the small things I need."

"I'm done losing sleep over things I can't be."

"I pleased everybody, so this one's for me."

BETTER VERSION (feat Kelsea Ballerini)

"I grew up for our difference in ages."

"I never thought we were subject to changes."

"I did my best to fix it."

"Til death cause then I meant it."

#rp memes #rp lyric meme #rp starters #rp prompts #lyric starters #lyric prompts #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme)#when there was me and queue (queue)

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nagisadelune · 1 year

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Headcanon: Dancing in the Kitchen with Artem

(Definitely not edited)

I didn't create Artem as a character; Hoyo did.

Now, I'm a huge fan of Artem from Tears of Themis (fight me lol). So I figured that I would write a short headcanon I have about him, but this time it'll be in a closer-to-proper writing style. (Post writing: this was definitely not short lol)

If you didn't know, this man is the closest thing I have seen to a malewife: knows how to cook, always takes care of you whenever you're sick, makes sure you are safe. If you can imagine someone taking care of you somehow, he's probably the person to do those things. However, if you play the game, this is basically common knowledge.

For the timeline, imagine that this is after you/Rosa and Artem already got married, and you guys now live together in Artem's current home in game. (Weddings are expensive which makes you broke, okay? We'll get that nice mansion later lol)

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You've already changed into your comfortable clothes for the night after getting back home from work. Today was rough: all the paperwork and investigations really took it out of you. Because of this and the upcoming weekend, you and Artem decided to have an at-home movie date: just you and your man in your pajamas cuddling while watching a movie.

While waiting for Artem to finish changing, you went to the kitchen to collect some snacks for your date. Considering how dark it is in the room, you only turn on the stove light and play some music from your phone for the vibes. It's a Friday, and you need to relieve some stress. What better way to do that than with some music and some good food?

Dancing around in the kitchen and picking out snacks, you fail to notice Artem watching you from the doorframe. It's only when you look for a bowl in one of the cabinets that you finally see him intently watching you while leaning against the doorframe. You freeze mid-motion, one hand reaching for the cabinet and the other holding a bar of dark chocolate. He also seems to freeze when you realizes that you just caught him staring at you.

With an awkward cough to clear your throat, you asked an a small voice, "You just finished?" Hopefully, your question was enough to break the tension and calm the heat rising to your cheeks. With a soft smile and chuckle, he nods and starts approaching you. Your heart begins to race, and you can feel the rapid beat in your throat. Once he's right in front of you, his hand lands on the corner of the counter, and he leans a little on it while he admires your face. "W-What is it?" you manage to stutter out as his hand brushes a stray strand behind your ear.

"You know you're beautiful and really cute, right?" Artem whispers so quietly even you can barely hear him. Because of his comment, you can't make any eye contact with him, and you know for a fact that your cheeks are red. You hear him chuckle again before he leans away from you and grabs your phone from the counter. Your eyes follow his figure as you watch him swipe and type on your phone screen. Trying to see what he is trying to do, you put the chocolate bar down and stand by his side.

"Romantic music playlist?" you read confused before looking up at him. Although his back is towards the light, you can tell his lips are curved slightly upwards. He clicks on a song before placing your phone down again.

"I'm not really feeling a movie tonight," he starts softly, "so maybe we can try something different." Still confused, he reaches over to the stove to turn off the light, and the two of you are left with only moonlight to see anything. The soft notes from your phone starts playing, and you recognize the song; it's the song from your first dance with him. He turns towards you before offering his hand to you. "May I have this dance?" he asks softly as the moonlight highlights the details of his hands. You giggle knowing that he is probably really embarrassed to be suggesting this.

Playing along with a curtsy, you respond, "You may." You place your hand in his, and the warmth in his hands warms you up from the inside. His other hand gently wraps around your waist while your other hand reaches to his shoulder. Despite the darkness of the room, you see his eyes on you which you return. Following the beat of the music, your feet are in sync as he guides you to glide across the hardwood floor of the kitchen. His hand raises up to make you twirl before catching your waist again.

With the song coming to the end, his arms wraps around your waist, and you lean into his body. His familiar scent fills your nose as you gently sway to the beat with him. You can feel the tension in your body slowly melt away while his hand gently holds you against him. With a hand patting your hand softly, you can't help but to close your eyes and enjoy the feeling.

"Does this remind you of our wedding?" Artem asks carefully as his fingers runs through your hair. You nod against his chest and start listening to his heartbeat. Both of your heartbeats seem to sync up, and you release a breath, feeling a weight coming off of your chest. Even without looking at him, you know that his face has the smile he only reserves for you, the soft one which conveys how much he really cherished you. Artem carefully peels you away from his body to have a good look at your face before his hands cups your cheeks. He places a tender kiss on your forehead, and you just feel yourself melting. "I love you," he mutters just loud enough for me to hear.

"I love you too, Artem."

⭐⭐⭐

I hope you liked this! This is the first time that I've written a long headcanon like this, so it might be a little rough around the edges. Hopefully, this put a little smile on your face. See you in the next one!

#tears of themis #artem wing #tot artem #tears of themis x reader #zuo ran #tears of themis artem #tears of themis x you #tears of themis x y/n #headcanon #tears of themis headcanons #dancing in the kitchen #dancing in the dark #tot zuo ran

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 year

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Heart Shaped Wound: Yandere Baki x Reader

Chapter 8

Author’s Note: last chapter was my longest chapter so far but I really didn’t want to split up the majority of the beach scene. So we’ll start off where we left off, see some characters, and finally go have some time with Jack after this chapter.

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Baki wandered the shores. His feet dragging as he kicked a stray shell here and there. His eyes slightly puffy from crying.

This was miserable. Kozue truly left him for good. Was it all his fault? She knew how much danger she could be in if she continued to be involved with him but she had promised to stay… she promised.

Baki ran a hand through his red hair, his hands pulling at the soft strands in frustration. Why the hell did she want to break up now? They’ve been together for so many years now. Hell, he was going to propose… who was he kidding. Kozue had no place in his world no matter how much he wanted her to. She was too soft. Too weak to stand beside him.

Baki just didn’t want to accept that fact. It was his father who talked some sense into him. It really got him thinking, maybe he needed someone strong by his side. Someone who could fight.

Baki continued his trek on the beach, his eyes widening when he saw Katsumi. What was Katsumi doing on the beach?

Baki raised his hand, a smile on his face. This was perfect! Maybe Katsumi would spar with him so he could blow off some steam-

Baki’s eyes widened when he got closer. There was a young woman sleeping soundly on Katsumi’s shoulder, the karate prodigy was uncharacteristically soft as he ran his fingers through her hair. Baki’s mouth was agape at the sight. Katsumi was in love? What?

Upon closer inspection he realized who it was resting on Katsumi. It was the female fighter that had fought Hanayama and sent him to the hospital. (Your name), he believed her name was? But Hanayama had told Baki that he was pursuing her… was Katsumi also pursuing her? What was going on?

Katsumi looked up, his dark eyes meeting Baki’s red ones. Katsumi giving Baki a smile.

“Hey, Baki. Didn’t think I’d catch you here if all places. What brings you here at this hour? Having troubles in paradise again?”

“Well… there’s no longer a paradise if that’s what you want to know…” Baki scratched his head, his red eyes studying how Katsumi brushed away the tears that fell occasionally from (your name)’s eyes. “Why is she crying?”

“Alcohol will do that to you. I’m just happy she opened up to me a bit. Makes me feel special.” Katsumi pulled a strand of (your name)‘s (hair color) hair and gave it a tender kiss. “I’m just waiting for her to open her heart completely to me.” Baki found it strange on how smitten Katsumi was. Katsumi was never interested in women before and he was always awkward when it came to dating… so who was this charismatic man who sat in front of him?

“Hey, Baki? Can I ask a favor if you if you’re not busy?”

“Ya, of course.”

“Would you mind helping me carry everything back to (your name)’s place? I’m going to be carrying her and a few blankets but I can’t really get the rest since my arm is in a cast.”

Baki bit his lip. Was it horrible of him to envy Katsumi? Envy how Katsumi had found something all of the other fighters’ craved? Someone who fit perfectly in their world?

“Baki? Are you alright?” Katsumi asked, his right arm hoisting (your name) comfortably up in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Yeah! Sorry. Just thinking is all.” Baki replied with an unsure smile.

Katsumi quirked a brow at Baki. Baki was acting strange, he would worry about it later though. Right now, getting (your name) home was more important.

(Your name) unconsciously snuggled closer to Katsumi, the young man trying his best not to pepper her whole face in kisses. He would if she asked of him. He’d do anything she asked. He would do anything for her if she just said the word.

Katsumi never thought he’d be the type to be so head over heels for someone. Yet here he was, waiting on hand and foot for this beautiful woman in his arms.

Baki followed behind the two with blankets and the lantern in his hand, his brows furrowed in confusion. It just didn’t make any sense to him. Was she dating Katsumi? Or Hanayama?

(Your name) stirred a bit, her eyes fluttering open for brief moment. Her (eye color) eyes letting Baki’s red ones, a lazy smile now on her face.

“You have pretty eyes…” (your name) blubbered before curling back into Katsumi. Baki watched her press a small kiss to Katsumi’s head, a content smile on her face.

Baki could feel his heart beat pick up a bit by watching her interaction with Katsumi. Kozue was never really the super cuddly type or at least she hadn’t been for the last few years. If anything, she kept her distance from Baki most of the time unless she wanted to sleep with him. It was upsetting to say the least.

Kozue probably had ended the relationship years ago in her head and dragged it out in hopes of her feelings being reignited… Baki knew a lot of girls did that.

Baki sighed again, his red eyes glancing up at the cliff above the beach. A certain yakuza leader catching his eye. What the hell was Hanayama doing here?

Baki blinked, the looming figure of Hanayama no longer in sight. Maybe Baki had just imagined it.

There was no way Hanayama was watching (your name). Hanayama was never really interested in girls either. Plus it was obvious she leaned towards Katsumi even if he was… who knows. Everyone was starting to act strange ever since she showed up.

Baki didn’t believe in witchcraft though and he doubted (your name) cast some sort of spell on anyone. If anything, he looks alone were enchanting, but even then… looks aren’t enough to have men falling at her feet.

Baki snapped back to reality when a moderate size beach house came into view. Katsumi turned around to look at Baki.

“Thanks, Baki.” Katsumi replied with a tight smile. “I can take it from here-“

“Oh thank goodness! Thanks for bringing (your name) back!” Zaria shouted, a robe wrapped around her form. “It’s been awhile so I was worried for a minute.”

“She just fell asleep so I let her rest for a bit.” Katsumi smiled at Zaria. The young woman gesturing him into the house and pointing to the room down the hall.

“You can come on in Katsumi. Don’t make too much noise though. Atsushi is out like a light. (Your name)’s room is right before the bathroom.” Zaria teased, her dark eyes focusing on Baki. “Oh. I don’t know who you are. Are you a friend of Katsumi’s?”

“Yes. I’m Baki Hanma.” Baki smiled, Zaria ushering him up the steps to their deck.

“Are you related to a Jack Hanma by chance?” Zaria quirked a brow at Baki. He looked awfully young, but looks could be deceiving.

“He’s my older half brother actually.” Baki held up the blanket at lantern at Zaria. “Do you have anywhere I could place these?”

“Of course. You can set the lantern on the deck and you can follow me inside for the blankets. There’s a shelf right when you walk in for all our beach supplies.” Baki followed Zaria in. His eyes wandering the simplicity of Zaria and (your name)‘s house. It was a very comfortable home for two people.

Baki placed the blankets on the shelves. Zaria waving him to continue inside.

Baki went deeper into the home as he followed Zaria. The young woman pointing at the couch.

“You can sleep there for the night if you’d like. It is pretty late to be wandering along at night.”

“Thank you.” Baki took a seat on the couch, his body sinking into the soft cushions. The soft green cushions giving his body a gentle caress.

“I’ll leave you to your own devices then. The bathroom is straight down the hall last (your name)‘s room.”

Baki gave Zaria a wave, the young woman not making it very far before being stopped by Katsumi.

“Jeez, you scared me-“

“(Your name) talked to me about something important, Zaria. I just have a question for you about it.”

“If it’s in reason, I’ll answer your question to the best of my ability.” Zaria gave Katsumi a sleepy grin.

“Who is Jun?” Zaria felt her whole blood go cold. How did he…

“How do you know that name?” Zaria hissed under her breath. Her dark eyes glancing in (your name)’s direction. “That name is something only her and I know about-“

“She told me about him a bit but I want to know… who is he?”

“A horrible excuse of man is what he is.” Zaria growled, her chocolate arms crossing over each other. “She only ever mentions him when she gets super drunk and she’s in her feelings.”

“She told me about the dock.”

“Wow. What did you do to get her to talk about that?” Zaria seemed impressed. Poor Baki felt so out of the loop. “Her childhood sweetheart was the world to her… it was really hard when he left.”

“What’s his full name?” Katsumi whispered, his dark eyes even darker than normal. Which went unnoticed by Zaria, who was too tired to read too much into Katsumi’s prying.

“Jun Guevara. He was a pirate scumbag-“ Baki slammed his hands on his lap and pointed his finger at Katsumi and Zaria.

“I know him!” Baki whispered loudly, causing Zaria to shush him. “I went to the Arizona prison to fight Biscuit Oliva… and he was there…”

Baki held his hands in his head. Jun had talked so fondly of a girl he loved in his home country. He wrote to her everyday… he would paint and draw pictures of her everyday from memory… there was no way he abandoned her. Jun was obsessed with her…

“Baki? Do you know something?” Zaria asked, Katsumi’s eyes wide. If Baki knew something about their relationship… would (your name) get back with Jun? No… Katsumi wouldn’t let that happen. Jun was four years too late now.

“I…” Baki but his tongue. “I’m not sure. He was a really good fighter is all.” Katsumi sighed in relief while Zaria frowned.

“I should’ve known. It’s all he ever cared about anyways.” Zaria clicked her tongue, her body turning around to see (your name) hanging her head in the door way. “Hey, go to bed.”

“Sorry… I heard…” (your name) whispered, her eyes were so sad. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I actually was wondering something.”

“Of course. Is it about-“ before Baki could even finish talking, (your name) had stumbled over to grasp Katsumi’s arm.

“Can you stay? I… I’m just a little vulnerable right now…” Katsumi’s eyes lit up, a smile on his face.

“Of course. I’ll stay as long as you need.” Katsumi followed (your name) to her room, his dark eyes shooting Baki a look. Baki turning his head the other way. It seems Katsumi did not want him to share what he knew.

Yet Baki felt it eating up his conscience. Jun and (your name) seemed to both have a huge misunderstanding. But it got Baki thinking… could he move on from Kozue like (your name) was moving on from Jun? Would she let him take her out sometime?

Baki shook his head. It was too early for a rebound or a relationship. Right now, he needed to rest. He could introduce himself to her tomorrow.

Katsumi sat beside (your name). The young woman sitting beside him. The bed room door shut with only the faint light of a bedside table lighting up the room.

“I… I’ve never slept beside a girl before.” Katsumi whispered, (your name) smiling at him.

“It’s nothing more than sleeping. I’m going to change my clothes before I climb in though.” (Your name) started pulling at her cardigan, Katsumi’s eyes widening at her body in a swimsuit. Katsumi quickly averted his gaze before he got a little too excited.

“I’m going to change real quick. Just don’t look over here.” Katsumi gulped when he heard fabric shuffling. His eyes wide when he realized he could see (your name)’s bare form from the reflection in the window. Katsumi his his eyes in his hands, his pants feeling so tight, he almost cried. This was too much.

“I’m decent now- Are you alright?” (Your name) asked, Katsumi only flushing even more. (Your name) was just wearing an oversized T and shorts. Didn’t she know that he was a man?

“Y-yes.” Katsumi froze when he felt (your name)’s hands tug at his shirt. “What are you doing-“

“You’re going to get sand in my bed if you keep this on. They’ll both have to go. I think I have a pair of linen pants that stretch enough to fit-“ (your name) blushed when Katsumi took off his shirt, his chiseled body now visible to her eyes. (Your name) quickly averted her gaze with a soft squeak. “I didn’t think you’d do that so fast. Here let me get the pants.”

Katsumi grinned at her reaction. Thank goodness the attraction was mutual. He didn’t know what he’d do if it wasn’t… maybe he should tease her some more. Katsumi pulled his pants down a bit to show off his V line.

“Here’s the pants-“ (your name) dropped the pants, her entire body turning into a red tomato shade. (Your name) flipped around so fast, she would have fell over if she hadn’t landed on her bed. Her whole body shaking. “P-please get decent-“

(Your name) felt the bed dip, the shuffling of clothes being the only thing she heard. But her poor eyes saw the full body mirror… that showed Katsumi in all his glory. Her jaw dropping at how nice his body was.

(Your name) felt her throat go dry, the young woman almost crying in embarrassment. Anymore of this and she felt as if she would die.

“Are you alright?” (Your name) spun her head around to see Katsumi was still shirtless. Her poor brain was sizzling at this point.

“G-good night!” (Your name) threw herself under the covers and wrapped them over her head. Her whole body shaking in embarrassment. Katsumi smirked at her reaction, his hand turning off the light before he crawled under the sheets with her.

(Your name) softly squealed when she felt him press his body to hers, a chuckle leaving Katsumi.

“Why are you so scared? Don’t tell me you accidentally saw me naked?” Katsumi teased, (your name) shaking even more.

“I… I hadn’t meant to.” (Your name) whispered, Katsumi’s face flushing a bit. “I didn’t realize that the mirror… I’m sorry.”

Katsumi moved his face on (your name)’s neck, his breath fanning on her cheeks. (Your name) felt her whole body scorching at this point.

“Did you at least like what you see?”

“Y-yes.” (Your name) replied so softly that Katsumi almost didn’t hear her. Katsumi pressed his lips to her bare shoulder, his hand boldly pulling her body closer to his.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“This is too much.” (Your name) whispered, her eyes slightly teary. Katsumi feeling himself get excited at her tear filled eyes. “I’m going to die.”

“Die? Why would you die?” Katsumi teased.

“Because. I’m so embarrassed.” (Your name) puffed her lips out, her blush still being visible under the moonlight. “You need to turn over. I’m going to explode.”

“And why would you do that?”

“Please don’t tease me. I’m a virgin.” (Your name) whispered, Katsumi pulling back quickly. He had just thought she had meant she was inexperienced in dating… not... “I’ve never even kissed a guy on the lips before so this is too much. My heart is beating so fast.”

“I’m a virgin too.” Katsumi whispered, his hand grasping one of hers. His heart was beating so wildly in his chest now. She had confirmed his suspicions but it was hard to believe she still was.

“I almost kissed you in the dojo’s garden earlier…”

“I wanted to kiss you…” Katsumi ran his fingers over the back of her hand. “I still do actually.”

(Your name) hesitantly scooted closer to him, his hands touching Katsumi’s face. His eyes wide when she softly pressed her lips to his cheek.

“I’m sorry, Katsumi.” (Your name) quickly turned over. “I still want to try to save myself for marriage.”

“I can wait…” Katsumi whispered. His hand touching (your name)‘a shoulder. “Whenever you’re ready. I’ll wait.”

“Thank you… good night, Katsumi.”

“Good night, (your name).” Katsumi observed (your name)‘s chest softly rising up and down.

It took everything in him not to kiss her but he had to tell himself she was worth the wait. Because once Katsumi had her, he was never letting her go.

Kizaki sat outside the window with his phone opened, his voice softly muttering in the phone, “did you get what you need, boss?”

Ragged breathing could be heard in the other line. A quiet yes was all Kizaki needed for him to shut the phone and release a sigh of relief.

Kizaki was already tired of keeping an eye on the young woman for his boss, but Kizaki knew he had a job to do. Kizaki walked around the house to place Hanayama’s gift safely in the mail box. This poor girl had no idea what she had gotten herself into…

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Author’s note: I’m sorry I edged everyone. I will be making some adult scenes in the future but they will be in a separate work. Thank you!

#female reader #yandere #yandere imagine #baki hanma #baki the grappler #jack hanma #kaoru hanayama #katsumi orochi #yandere fic #baki x reader #yandere x reader #retsu kaioh #yandere x you #baki the grappler x reader #baki son of ogre #baki fanfiction

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welcometocrapvale · 1 year

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Wrote a silly little fic.

You have a place with us

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson

Additional Tags: Meeting the Parents, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life

Language: English

Word count: 3322

Summary:

Steve is meeting Eddie's uncle. Once there, he realizes he already knew him (sort of).

Notes:

Additional warnings: Steve gets in a car crash, but nothing bad happens. There is a small reference to the HIV/AIDS crisis.

This may be a bit discombobulated. I've been very scatterbrained and this idea came to me in my sleep.

I did my best to check grammar and spelling, but this is not beta read. Sorry for any mistakes.

I haven't finished a fic since the year started. I owe a fic to someone. I've been working on it, but things have been hard. I'm sorry =(

Steve was fighting a stubborn strand of hair in the bathroom. The door was open, and he could see Robin picking cookie crumbs from his bed. He had told her to get a plate. She had promised to be careful. He knew he would be sweeping after her anyway, but some effort into preventing it would have been nice. Especially considering how nervous he was.

"Hey dingus, stop it! Your hair looks nice. It may fall if you continue doing that," she said, giving up on her task. Steve dropped his comb, giving up too.

"Fuck," he laughed, with an edge of nervousness on his breaths. "I just want to make a good impression. I'm good with parents! Parents love me! But maybe uncles won't? Maybe when you're a guy dating a guy there are other expectations? Eddie said Wayne is okay with him dating a man but… it's still scary, you know?" Robin nodded. "Of course you do!" Steve slapped his forehead.

He was ranting.

Usually, Robin was the one doing that.

"It's uncharted territory," Steve gave her a questioning look. "Unexplored. Unknown! You don't know what's going to happen… But you have experience! It's not exactly the same, but you have practice. I've witnessed how quickly parents fall for your charms! I'm sure you've got this. Just try to relax and be yourself."

Robin had moved closer to him and slapped his shoulder, encouraging.

"Thanks, Rob," Steve smiled, rubbing his neck. He was still nervous, but Robin's pep talk was nice.

"Now take me home and go to Eddie's. Better not be late," Robin added, undoing what little she had accomplished.

Steve was a bundle of nerves again. Fumbling for his keys and almost dropping the apple pie he had made. The crust was store-bought, but he had made the filling from scratch. Eddie said apple pie was Wayne's favorite. He would get vanilla ice cream on his way there.

So he dropped Robin off at her place, went for ice cream, and drove to Eddie's place. It was a nice cozy house that the government had provided them, along with a nice sum of hush money.

Steve had also received a check. It didn't have a date, so he was waiting for his 21st birthday to open an independent bank account.

As Steve was taking a turn, another car came at him, driving over the speed limit and in the wrong direction. Everything felt slowed down, and yet he didn't have a chance to react. He saw the car driving towards him and the next thing he knew he was being pulled out of his car by paramedics.

Why?

Why did this have to happen today?

"What's important about today?" Someone asked. Had he been talking aloud? Shit.

"What's your name?" The same person asked again.

"Steve," he replied.

"What's your surname, Steve?"

"Harrington. My name's Steve Harrington," he winced at that. Or was it at the pain he felt on his left shoulder? Maybe both. He didn't like how his full name sounded anymore.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"It's August 26th."

"Can you open your eyes?"

Steve slowly did. Why did he have them closed? Oh, yeah, the light had made his head hurt. It was dimmer now. Sunset? Fuck.

"What time is it?" Steve asked.

"Twenty minutes past seven," came the reply a few seconds later.

"Shit," he closed his eyes again. "Sorry," He added, not wanting to be reprimanded for his language.

"Shit feels like an understatement in a moment like this," the paramedic laughed, making Steve chuckle.

"I was on my way to dinner with a friend," Steve said. "To meet hi… her family."

"I'm sure her family will understand your circumstances," the paramedic said. Steve hummed. He really hoped Wayne and Eddie wouldn’t get mad at him.

The paramedic checked his vision, his reflexes, and his breathing. It looked like he only had a dislocated shoulder, and his car hadn't been too damaged. An ugly indent on the driver's door and some scratches.

The paramedics wouldn't let him go, though. He saw a payphone across the street and got permission to use it. He called Robin. She would never forgive him if he didn't call her first. She was worried and offered to have her parents drive her to wherever he was, but he lovingly declined. He asked her to call Eddie, though. She said she didn't have his number. Steve knew it by heart. Robin teased him about it, and then he ran out of credit.

He felt better after talking to her. The paramedic asked him if he had called his friend. He just nodded.

They fixed his shoulder and put his arm in a sling.

They had to wait for the police to fill in an incident report. He was glad the ambulance had been quick to arrive.

He wondered what Eddie and Wayne were thinking about him right now. He hoped he didn't disappoint them.

Waiting also gave him time to worry about his parents' reaction to the accident. His father would be furious. His mom wouldn't say anything. She would just look at him with pity and embarrassment.

He would have to take some extra hours at work to afford the car repairs.

He sat in the ambulance, sipping water while he waited. Seeing Hopper drive up to him usually meant some kind of trouble (mostly being called out for his house parties), but now he was glad to see a familiar face. If he had to deal with the police, he was glad it was Jim Hopper.

They filled in the report for a hit and run. There had been no other casualties (human or material). Steve was glad about that. His car had insurance, but it was in his father’s name, and he didn’t want to alert him.

He knew it was ridiculous to be afraid. The accident hadn’t been his fault. But he knew that wouldn’t matter. The man would find a way to blame him.

“Are you okay, kiddo?” Hopper asked softly, placing a hand over his good shoulder. He had seen Hopper’s softer side when talking to El, but having that worried stare directed at him was weird.

“Yeah,” he nodded and gave the man a soft smile.

“Do you want me to take you home? I’ll have your car towed to the station to get some pictures for the report. Then we can take it to your place or a shop.”

“Okay, yeah. But not home. I was on my way to Eddie’s,” Steve said, rubbing his neck nervously.

“Okay. I can take you there, kid.”

“Thanks,” Steve said and turned to thank the paramedics too.

He and Hopper walked silently to the police car. As they passed next to his poor battered car, he noticed a bundle in the passenger seat.

“My pie!” He exclaimed, startling Hopper, who gave him a questioning look. “I made an apple pie. It’s still there! I had completely forgotten about it.”

“Well, that’s lucky,” Hopper chuckled.

“I guess,” Steve let out a breathy laugh and carefully took the pie and ice cream through the open window.

“Can I have a slice?”

“I’ll make you one.”

“You don’t have to,” Hopper quickly backtracked.

“I know. I want to. You didn’t have to personally come because of a car accident without any casualties,” Steve said, intently looking at him.

Hopper laughed and nodded.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” the chief admitted.

“Thanks,” Steve said as they got into the car.

“You and the Munson kid have kept in touch, then?”

“Yeah. An unlikely friendship, I know.”

“Not more unlikely than you and Henderson, or you and Sinclair,” Hopper said.

“True. True. At least he’s my age,” Steve laughed.

They drove in awkward silence for a bit. Hopper turned on the radio. Steve hummed, trying to keep still so as not to drop the pie he was hugging against his body with his good arm. He could feel the cold from the ice cream tub on his stomach. He hoped it wasn’t soup by now.

Thankfully, the drive was quite short.

“Do you have a drive home?” Hopper asked as he was stopping in front of the Munson’s house.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Thank you, chief,” Steve said, struggling to open the door and balance the pie. Hopper was unfastening his seat belt to help, but Eddie came running out of the house and hurried to Steve’s side.

“Oh, man, are you okay?!”

“Yeah, all good, don’t worry, Eds,” Steve nodded.

“Your arm!”

“It’ll be okay. Take this, please,” Steve requested, handing Eddie the bag with pie and ice cream.

“Thank you again, Hopper,” Steve said, standing outside the car.

“No problem, kid. Take care. You too, Munson. Don’t get in any trouble.”

“When have I ever?” Eddie exclaimed, acting wounded by the suggestion. Hopper and Steve laughed. Steve closed the door of the car, and hopper drove away.

“Stevie, you didn’t have to come. A phone call would've been enough!”

“I hope it’s not too late for dinner? I brought dessert,” Steve smiled nervously.

“Dinner is the least of my worries! Wayne was a bit angry, but after Robin called, he became worried. I think he will be glad to see you.”

“That’s good,” Steve laughed. “I’m okay, I swear. I dislocated my shoulder, and they recommended keeping it in a sling for a few weeks, but that’s all.”

“Okay,” Eddie nodded and led Steve inside the house.

Wayne was sitting on the couch watching the news, a bottle of beer in his hand. When he saw Steve crossing the threshold, he quickly stood up and greeted him.

“I’m glad to see you’re okay, kid,” the man said.

“Thanks,” Steve offered his right hand for a handshake. Wayne took it. “I’m sorry I kept you guys waiting.”

“I thought you were flunking on my boy, but after your friend called, I was more worried about your well-being,” Wayne admitted. “Eddie wanted to drive around to find you. I told him we should wait for you to call. I didn’t expect you would show up after a car crash!”

“Well. I made pie, didn’t want it to go to waste,” Steve laughed, slightly on edge.

“Thank you, Steve,” Wayne smiled, but his eyes had a sad glimmer. “You two sit. I’ll reheat the food.”

Steve and Eddie nodded. Eddie told Steve to sit and put the ice cream in the freezer and the pie on the kitchen counter.

Eddie sat next to Steve on the couch and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Steve visibly relaxed, gave Eddie a smile, and put his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

After a few minutes, Wayne called them to the table.

“This looks delicious,” Steve said, sitting down next to Eddie. It was a simple meal. Mashed potatoes, pork chop, and some steamed veggies. But it was clearly homemade and smelled like garlic and other spices.

“No need to butter me up with empty compliments,” Wayne said, and Steve wasn’t sure if he was serious.

“I mean it. It looks and smells amazing,” Steve doubled down.

“Wayne is always downplaying his cooking skills. Compared to the things I cook, this is like dining at Enzo’s,” Eddie laughed.

“If you consider Spaghettios and crushed Doritos dinner, anything will be comparable to fine dining, kid,” Wayne and Steve laughed. Eddie acted offended. “Well, dig in,” Wayne prompted them and took a bite of his food.

Dinner was indeed delicious. And less tense than Steve had imagined. Wayne wasn’t the kind to ask loads of questions, but Steve could feel his intense gaze scrutinizing his every move.

He trusted his actions. Not so much his words. They got jumbled, especially when he was nervous. But he was good at showing his feelings. And he had nothing but love for Eddie. He hoped Wayne would see that.

It was crazy how fast things had gone with Eddie. Sometimes he felt scared by how good it was. Eddie had confessed he’d had a crush on Steve since his freshman year. It had been so embarrassing for him, he said. The school freak having a crush on the popular guy? Mortifying. Not anymore, of course. Now Eddie knew him. He had witnessed Steve biting a demobat, for god’s sake. No one could blame him. Steve had laughed at the rant until his stomach hurt.

Steve gave them some more details about the crash. Then they talked about work, their weekend plans, and sports. Wayne was a football fan, but he also enjoyed basketball. It felt good to have something in common with the man.

Eddie cleared the table as they talked and then disappeared into the kitchen. After a few minutes, he came back with dessert.

“That looks good!” Wayne exclaimed.

“Eddie said apple was your favorite, sir,” Steve said, nervously running his hands through his hair. “I hope you like it.”

“It’s delicious, Steve,” Wayne said after trying it. “You should come around for dinner more often,” Steve smiled shyly into his plate.

When they were done eating, Steve insisted on helping clean the dishes, but Wayne refused. He allowed him to help clear out the table and said he would handle the dishes the next day.

He saw a familiar keychain hanging on a hook next to the light switch in the kitchen. It was a plastic Garfield figurine. The paint was chipped, and it was a bit dirty, but it was very familiar to him. He remembered when his parents were having their pool built. One of the contractors carried that keychain.

This had been almost fifteen years ago. He’d been a kid. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t recognized the man? He had always been nice to him. Steve was curious about the work the men were doing and would sneak around to watch them. His parents would get angry and tell him not to bother the workers, but the man with the Garfield keychain would always say he didn’t mind and explain what they were doing, taking care Steve kept away from danger.

The man had come back a few times to work on other things around the house, and then they suddenly changed to someone else. Wayne had been in the middle of installing an electric garage door, and from one to the next, they hired someone new. Steve remembers asking his parents about the man and them telling him to forget about him. Doing so wasn’t so easy. The man had paid more attention to him than his parents. Even allowing him to help. He would sit next to Wayne and hand him tools, screws, and bolts.

“Mr. Munson?” Steve said, his voice trembling. They were sitting in the living room now, sipping on drinks (non-alcoholic for Eddie and Steve).

“Please, call me Wayne. None of that sir or Mr. thing.”

Steve nodded and swallowed.

“You worked for my parents when I was a kid, right?”

“Yeah, I did,” Wayne said, looking at him with surprise. “I didn’t think you’d remember! That was before Eddie came to live with me.”

“You were very kind to me. That’s hard to forget,” Steve laughed nervously.

“I remember your parents yelling at you for being curious. You were a good assistant,” Wayne smiled warmly.

“Thanks for being so patient with me,” Steve said, looking at his lap. Eddie intertwined their fingers and squeezed his hand gently.

“You were very well behaved! Barely tested my patience. This guy, on the other hand…” Wayne trailed off laughing and pointing at Eddie, who made an affronted noise.

Steve chuckled.

“You stopped working for them very suddenly. Did something bad happen?” Steve regretted his question immediately. Wayne’s expression became closed. Almost ashamed.

The man sighed and ran a hand through his face.

“Yeah… I got in a fight with some guys calling a young boy some nasty words. Things Eddie’s been called too. Then people started calling me that, and your parents didn’t want me around anymore.”

Steve’s eyes opened in surprise. He could feel them prickle, getting teary. He knew his parents wouldn’t be accepting of homosexuality. He shouldn’t be surprised by this. His dad had used those words as an insult many times. It was still painful, though.

“I’m sorry,” Steve said, letting go of Eddie’s hand to dry his unshed tears.

“It’s not your fault, Steve. Eddie’s parents were the same. That’s why I took him in,” Wayne said. Steve nodded. Eddie had told him how he had ended up living with his uncle. “There’s room for you here with us if you ever need it,” the man added.

“Thanks,” Steve said, voice strained. Eddie squeezed his shoulder and nodded.

“You’re a good one, Steve,” Wayne said, stood up, and messed his hair. “I really hope neither of you does the other wrong. I don’t mean to tell you you have to be together forever, just… don’t hurt each other.”

The man stood up, finished his beer, and kissed both their foreheads on his way to the kitchen.

Eddie beamed at Steve, and Steve laughed through a few tears that rolled down his face.

“I’ll give you guys some privacy. If you need anything, I’ll be in my room,” Wayne said, walking past them.

“Thank you, Wayne,” Steve said, smiling.

“Do I need to give you guys the sex talk?”

Eddie grimaced and shook his head. Steve laughed.

“We’re good. Use protection, get tested frequently. No risk of pregnancy for us,” Steve said, feeling more relaxed after the talk.

“Good, good. I’m still too young to be a grandpa,” Wayne replied, laughing. This took Eddie out of his horror, sending him into a fit of giggles.

Wayne waved goodbye to them, and they found a comfortable position to cuddle on the couch.

“I didn’t know Wayne had worked in your house,” Eddie said. “He never mentioned it.”

“Maybe he didn’t think it was relevant?” Steve suggested.

“He knew about my crush on you, though.”

“He did?” Steve was genuinely surprised. He had always found it hard to talk to his parents about his feelings. They had always found out about his girlfriends through other people.

“I could not stop talking about the pretty boy in my P.E. class. I must’ve been so annoying,” Eddie laughed nervously.

“That’s not surprising,” Steve teased. Eddie carefully nudged him on the ribs with his elbow.

“I guess he didn’t want to talk about it. I think he lost a lot of clients after those rumors started. He did tell me that’s why he started working at the factory,” Eddie said, frowning thoughtfully. Steve hummed.

“That’s bullshit,” Steve said, getting angry.

“Uh?”

“Losing clients because of rumors about your private life. His work was good! Why do they care?”

“People say lots of nasty things about gay people, Steve. Especially gay men. Not only those mean words… they say we are pedophiles, kidnappers, that we want to make everyone like us… And now, with the virus, the idea that we are contagious is even more present…”

They sighed in unison.

“Sorry…” Steve said, not knowing what else to add.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Stevie,” Eddie said and kissed him.

“It’s unfair, though,” Steve said.

“I know.”

Steve rested his head against Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie ran his hands through Steve’s hair. They stayed like that, in silence, watching TV until they fell asleep.

Steve dreamt of the two of them sharing a home, cooking together, a small child sitting on the ground playing with a stuffed Garfield.

He woke up to learn that Wayne had turned off the TV and put a blanket over them. He could smell coffee and toast. He smiled and felt Eddie tighten the grip around his waist. It was nice to feel there was a place for him, with people who loved and accepted him.

#steddie #steddie fic

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callsign-magnolia · 2 years

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MAX GREEN

Could you write an imagine were Max breaks up with you because he needed time to focus on his musisc and he said you were a distraction. So you accept it and start to slowly move on but then the two of you see each other again by accident a party by a friend in common and You show up with a date and Max gets really really jealous when he see's you dancing with the guy so he gets drunk and starts a fight... And it end ups with you the two of you togheter again.

Thanks 💕

Absolutely! It's been a hot minute since I wrote for Max!

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"You don't get to tell me you love me and then break up with me, Max!" He ran his hands through his hair, pulling his snake bites into his mouth. "Babe, I need time for my music and I can't make room for that AND a relationship! You're too much of a distraction!" My jaw dropped. "A distraction?! I'm sorry that I ask you to join me for a fucking hour just to have dinner!" He threw his head back, groaning. "I CAN'T DO THIS WITH YOU ANYMORE!" I rolled my eyes, I'm surprised they didn't disappear back into my head.

"Two almost three years in this relationship. I have given you nothing but unwavering support in your music. I uprooted my life, my job, everything so I could support you. Your music means a lot to you, and you mean everything to me Max!" He sat back on the couch. "But if you want time for your music, you have it. I'm leaving, but do not come crawling back to me when you regret this. Have fun finding time for your music when you don't have someone cooking and cleaning for you." I said before I stormed out the door, tears streaming down my cheeks.

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"There's a lot of people here." Zack said as we walked up to my buddies Jason's house. "Jason knows a lot of people, he always goes all out for his parties." Zack stopped, almost pulling me with him. "Babe? What's wrong?" He rested his forehead on mine as he bit his lip, looking down at me. "Just you, in this dress, kinda want to go ahead and leave. Go back home and stay in bed." I giggled as he kissed my neck. "That sounds fun, but I promise Jason we would be here for about an hour. Endure this hour and maybe I'll reward you when we get home." I said before pulling him down into a kiss.

We walked in, looking around at the crowd. After a few minutes I found Jason, "Oh, there he is!" I said and we started making our way over, when the guy he was talking to turned around. My heart leapt into my throat as I saw him, he had a few new tattoos, the one under his left eyes catching my attention the most. God he looked so good, I could tell he was still clean, which made me so proud. "Babe?" I looked to see Zack watching me. "Um, he's in a conversation. Let's give him a minute."

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We wound up staying a lot longer than an hour, and I have managed to avoid Max the entire time. But I could never take my eyes off him, god, I still loved him. So much it hurt. "Okay, what's up? You keep checking out on me." I shook my head. "Sorry, just, it's nothing." He sighed. "Babe, it's something." I pursed my lips. "I'll tell you later." Zack had a jealous streak, nothing crazy just normally when guys hit on me at the bars.

After awhile he went to the bathroom, leaving me on the couch, alone. I turned the beer bottle up, hoping to drown Max out as the couch dipped next to me. I turned and was both surprised and not surprised to find Max next to me. "So it is you." I nodded as he smiled at me. "It is me." He nodded. "Your hair got longer." He said lifting a strand and I giggled. "Yours did too, and a few new tattoos." I said, my finger brushing the one on his temple.

"I noticed you finally got some yourself." I nodded. "Just the two." He smiled at me, sucking his snake bites in, what he does when he gets anxious. "Look, I'm sorry for how I ended things. You were a distraction but in the best way. I also never should've yelled at you." I pursed my lips. "It was three years ago, Max. I forgave you awhile ago." He smiled at me. "Hey do you wanna-" "Hey babe." Zack's voice interrupted us, him coming around to the front of the couch.

"Oh, Max this is my boyfriend Zack. Zack this is Max, an old friend of mine." Max stuck his hand out for Zack to shake, "Good to meet you man." Zack just gave him the smallest of nods before taking his drink from in front of Max and turning it up. "Yeah. You're in my seat." I furrowed my brows and stood, getting close to him. "Don't be an ass, Zack." He scoffed. "You think I don't know about you two?"

"You think your friends haven't told me about the great Max Green?" His voice was getting louder. "Take a walk." I said and he looked down at me, towering over me. "Go Zack, I'll meet you outside." He huffed before storming off. "I'm so sorry, Max-" "He's not good enough for you." He cut me off, making me raise my eye brows. "I don't think you get to tell me whose good enough for me, Max." He scoffed. "I just, don't think he deserves you."

I furrowed my brows and stared into his eyes, trying to get a read on him. "You're jealous." I scoffed. "So what if I am?" I rolled my eyes, grabbing my drink. "You don't get to be because you let me go. Max, I really thought I got over you only three months ago. I had a revolving door of men until Zack came along, and I finally feel better. I finally feel like myself again!"

He stared at me as I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off. "I still love you." I stopped, my body relaxing. "You what?" I asked quietly as he took a step closer, his hand grazing my waist. "YOU WHAT?!" I heard and turned to see Zack, drunk and storming over. "Zack-" I stepped forward to stop him when he put his hand on my shoulder, shoving me to the side as he speared Max to the ground.

I managed to stand, kicking off my heels. "ZACK!" I yelled as I grabbed his shoulder. "Get off him!" He slung me back, overpowering me easily. As I stood straight, Max managed to get him up and pin him to the wall. "YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!" He yelled before tossing him into the glass coffee table, shattering it.

Zack slowly stood, throwing a punch at Max which connected with his eye socket, knocking him to the ground. "HEY!" I screamed, catching his attention, Zack turned to look at me. "And you! How dare you, my girlfriend, act like a fucking whore-" I reared my fist back, letting it fly, I nailed his temple, hard. Knocking him to the ground as Max stood. I moved so I was standing over him, stepping on the glass in my bare feet.

"Don't you ever hit him again! And don't you ever call me a whore, or so help me god, I will make you disappear!" I yelled, pointing down at him. I stood straight as Max came over. I looked up at him, breathing hard. "You still love me?" He nodded and I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss, everyone else at the party still staring. The kiss was tender, and familiar. I never realized how much I missed kissing him till now. "I love you too." I said leaning back and bending down for my shoes. As I stood, he picked me up. "I'll get the glass out of your feet when we get home. But for now, my little bad ass, I think your favorite ice cream place is still open, and after that, you deserve all the ice cream you can stomach!" I cheered as he walked out of the house, carrying me to his car.

#Maxwell scott green #Max green

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mygeekcorner · 2 years

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Me, Blorbo from your shows, and Magnus. 2, 5, 7, 9, 13, 14

Bet you thought I'd forgotten about this one!

I have finally decided how to treat the Blorbo from my show bit of this ask and I decided to go with picking just One Blorbo for all the questions instead of picking whichever Blorbo best would fill in the blank. Unfortunately for you the Blorbo I picked is from one of the shows where you have blacklisted the tag lol

But that won't stop me from putting my favourite slut(affectionate) Yok in all of these scenarios with you two :*

2. fistfight, get drunk with, share a flat with

I would fight Yok, even if I know he'd take me down within 10 seconds but I think we'd have fun rolling around on the floor like kids. You're a super sweet drunk so I'd get plastered with you for all the cuddles. And that means I keep sharing a flat with Magnus, which is probably for the best since out slob-levels match lmao

5. go on a six-hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives), sit next to on a six-hour plane flight, sit across from on a six-hour train journey

I would make Magnus drive me for 6 hours while I babble on about nothing and burst into impromptu singing or demand we stop anytime I see something neat (good god, how that man puts up with me we shall never know). You're a good pillow so I'd fly with you for optimal napping and also maybe the plane has movies we can watch? I just like to imagine that Yok would spend a train ride sketching the landscape or other passengers and it'd be a nice mellow trip

7. go to a wedding with, go to a party with, go to a museum with

I would go to a wedding with Magnus, because I'm a crier and he has the most practice with dealing with me being a weepy mess. I would never say no to a party with you babe. And Yok being an art student might finally make me understand art museums and not historical ones

9. watch a soap opera with, go to a play with, watch your favorite movie with

I think the only other one who would appreciate trash with me would be Yok so he gets the soap opera. I've watched both plays and movies with Magnus but only movies with you, would you want to go to the theatre with me or should I keep bringing Magnus?

13. have as your wedding planner, have as your parole officer, have as the Fake Date you bring to a family event

I would let you plan my wedding because you actually know how to budget shit, I think that Magnus would be nice about the parole bit so he can be responsible for me there, and Yok would be hilariously into a fake dating scenario so I'd take him with me to meet my grandma (that nobody on earth should be exposed to lmao)

14. get stuck in an elevator for 10 hours with, get trapped in a cave for 10 hours with, get stranded on a boat for 10 hours with (no way to call for help or fix the engine, no paddles)

Will we know how long we have until we're free again. Cause I'm just saying that if I knew no one was watching enjoying being trapped with my boyfriend in a small enclosed space for 10 hours could be ... fun ;3

Ok so Magnus gets trapped in the elevator so he's got nowhere to go when I try to start something. I have nothing to base this on but I feel like you would do bad at sea so I'm putting you in the cave with me, we can nerd out over stalagmites or something. And I guess that means me and Yok are left on our own in a boat, I can only assume chaos would ensue but at least I wouldn't be the only one going insane lmao

#ask me stuff #krippe90 #magnusdidntwantablog #yok #not me

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sab3rto0thed · 19 days

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i don't believe in change in the usual sense―i don't believe people can change. if you are a small boy with daddy issues, then you will always be that person in some sense of the word. you can be thirty with children of your own, and it is my belief that a door in your face will always make you flinch.

i do believe in the death penalty, but only sometimes, because i am often wavering. you could argue that this is me changing, but i think my constantly-shifting attitude is just a facet of my personality. i am very good at playing the fool because half of the time, i am the fucking fool.

maybe i am just lying all over the place. maybe i do believe in the state of change, because i am constantly in one. maybe, if i was the storm, then you were the eye―and i was absolutely stoic in my belief that you would never hurt me. i tear down houses and you gently circle the damage, your thumb pressed up against mine. the calm after the storm, the rainbow after the rain.

call me the fool. call me the idiot. you text that girl all of the time, and i laugh it off. oh, i know how this goes. i know what it means when i am not the cool girl, precisely apathetic except for when we are having sex―you are not mine because i own nothing. text who you want, i am very good at acting like we are on the same level, as if i have let anyone touch me in three years.

tell me you don't love her like you love me―sex for sex's sake, you say, her hips and her eyes. when you slide your hands along my ribs, i imagine her feeble gasps. aren't we all just the same creatures, unwavering in our disbelief?

here was what i believed absolutely: you would never hurt me.

do you know how humiliating it is, to be so pathetic after i tell myself that i will not be pathetic for three whole years? do you know how awful it is, to work on covering those scars and narrowing those eyes and clenching those fists, only to be decimated by a boy with a small dick and an even smaller sense of self?

you tell me about your father, the man that abandoned you a few years after you were born. i do not tell you that my mother always reeks of cigarettes and how my own dad drank cough syrup to get wasted when he was on probation. i do not tell you how the fight that night was so loud i left the house for hours, absolutely on my own, and i crouched by the church in the dark. and nobody went after me.

oh, my god, dude. i don't tell you about the experience―your petty assumptions and frazzled attitude and hands on my waist would never understand. you preen about my writing―"the english teacher here would love you," you say, "i'll put in a good word." i don't need a good word, i don't give a damn what you've got to say―you haven't ever got the patience to read the things i write, anyway. when you dumped me and i sang to you, you scoffed, "jesus, this is like a whole essay." some of us at least put effort into our lies.

it is your girlfriend who reads my words―the one who thinks my assorted strands of hair are ethereal, that i gleam in the sun, that i am twice the actor you are and three times the writer. i don't tell her anything―i don't tell her about being fifteen and forced onto my bed, my bare freckled chest, the flimsy belt around my wrists, my frantic heartbeat. the rabbit, the rabbit. always the prey, an angel, a pretty little thing with a dainty waist and a soft voice.

you sing about your ex―how a night with her makes you want to slit your wrists. you don't have the guts to harm yourself, which seems to be a pattern with boys i date―obsessed though they are with the concept, when it comes down to it, they cower in the shower beneath the water stream. i never cowered―i would show you exactly how to angle the glass.

i wrote you a letter after we broke up, a scathing one that said god, i can't believe how hollow you are. i know that i am now added to the list of girls that make you want to slit your wrists―i can't blame you for that one, though. i mean, my bed is an awful place. you're telling me.

my friend always said that you are exactly the boy she would have imagined me with―fluffy hair, a nice smile, a guitar player, a pianist. a liar. my other friend tells me that she hears pianists are really good at fingering―i bury her alive, and then i find you and i punch you in the mouth and break all of your fingers. you don't need them, i promise. you suck at everything you do, including fingering. i remember you touched me for an hour and neither of us were smiling by the end.

i take the glass and press it to your palm, though―if you are going to be good at something, not including your shitty, lying lyrics, let it be this. you don't need your fingers for this, baby. i would know. just grit your teeth and find a good angle. there you go. that's it.

your girlfriend plays make me your queen by declan mckenna when you break up with me, and i am sure she is your queen now (lucky her!), but my offense is personal, because that song was dedicated to the girl i loved when i was thirteen, the one that slit her wrists and bled out in the bathtub. oh, i adored her. oh, are we seeing a theme here?

for a year, no one ever helped me. no one picked me up off the bathroom floor, wiped the blood from my mouth, steadied their hands. when you held me, i thought for the first time that i was safe with a boy. now, i blame you for the fact that i cannot like anyone unless they are brutal to me, unwinding my teeth, unraveling my waist, cracking my knuckles sideways. my body is terrible and disjointed and i am just a girl, really.

maybe it is this―maybe i was too mean for you, too rough around the edges. maybe that happened after―maybe i was a lying bitch, and that was our problem. you had already dated one lying bitch, and you couldn't have another. you know the type we are, with our untucked smiles and thin arms and best friends that hate you. you know.

perhaps it is this―i cannot love anyone that is not brutal to me because i have become all the more brutal.

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lovelyyy-luna · 2 years

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preciosa

pairing: (santiago “pope” garcia x fem!reader)

fandom: triple frontier

pronouns: she/her

type: smut

warning: drinking, fighting, eating out, squirting, sex (PinV)

word count: 1645

a/n: okay so the readers' nickname is Lovely. And also even though I am Mexican I failed both of my Spanish classes in high school so I apologize for the one sentence in Spanish.

date: april 25, 2022

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You stumbled up the stairs to your home with Santi behind you. He assured the rest of the group that you were in good hands.

You were in great hands, his hands that you fantasized around your neck.

You walked to the couch collapsing on the edge. You look up to see Santi staring down at you, his lips curled up into a smile.

Those lips you think about a million times a day on yours.

“What's on that pretty mind of yours, Lovely?” He asked.

You chuckle at what you wanted to say but instead, “Nothing just thinking about how I want you to…” he raised his eyebrows.

How I want you to take my clothes off and fuck me right here on my couch.

“…to get me a glass of water.”

He nods at your request and goes to your kitchen.

You decide to go to your room and get ready for bed.

You take your shoes off then you slip your clothes off. Just left in your bra and underwear you go looking for your sleep shirt. You walk into your bathroom and look under the towels but can’t seem to find it. Then you finally remembered you were rushing out the door this morning and threw your shirt on the couch as you were getting your work clothes on.

You could’ve put on something but you were drunk and forgot that Santi was in your home. You casually walked out of your room and went on your couch and found your sleep shirt. You slipped it on and then you hear a low groan come from a few feet behind you.

You jump slightly at the noise and see Santi with a glass of water and a plate of what looks like grilled cheese.

“I, um, made you a grilled cheese thought you were looking hungry but maybe you were just, um, tired?”

“I'm not all that tired, just wanted to get comfy,” you sat on the couch and your shirt rose a little revealing your underwear.

He walked over to you and he put the things on the coffee table and sat on the other side of the couch.

“Why are you so far away?” you whined.

“I'm sorry Lovely. Why don't you come over closer to me?”

You knew what game he was playing but you were drunk and wanted to play.

You started to crawl across the long part of the couch with one hand in front of the other. You could tell that he was staring down your shirt. You probably looked like an idiot but you didn't care and he was just looking at you smiling.

You reached him and your noses were touching, your eyes were getting heavy with wanting a kiss but then before anything could happen your hand slips off the couch and you fall between your couch and coffee table.

You looked up at him squished and the both of you started laughing.

“Santi, can you please help me up?”

He got up from the couch and went to you and helped you up.

Once you got up you were just staring at him full of lust. You didn't know if he was just playing a game with you or if he wanted you. You were scared to get rejected because if you are, it was going to be awkward at work and with the guys.

Still staring at each other his hand slowly raises to your face and moves a few strands of hair out of your face. When his hand met your skin he made your breath stutter.

“How about we go to bed, huh, Lovely?”

You nod at him and follow him back to your room.

You lay on your bed stretching your arms out causing your shirt to expose your stomach. He stared at you smiling.

“Well aren't you going to join me?” you ask, smiling sweetly.

“I think I'm going to sleep on the couch.”

A frown instantly went across your face, “But why?”

“Because you're drunk Lovely.”

You get up on your knees on your bed, “But I know what I want and I want you Santi,” your voice was soft and he couldn't resist you.

He walked to the bed and your face met up with his, noses touching, and finally, your lips crashed into each other. Your tongues explore each other and his teeth graze your bottom lip and then he viciously bites it causing you to groan.

When he lets go of your lip he pushes you back on the bed and dives straight in between your legs.

Nipping at your thighs and his thumb roughly rubs over your clothed nub. You moan in pleasure and he couldn't help but take notice.

Then he ripped your underwear off and the cool air hit you and then he licked a long stripe on your slit and wrapped his lips around your clit, his teeth slowly grazed against your bundle of nerves and his tongue swirled around it. He was only doing it for a short time but you quickly became undone.

Your hand grasped his curls and pulled him closer to your center.

Your juices flowed out of you and all over his face. He finally detached from you and his face was soaked. He smiled at the masterpiece he created.

He leaned over you and your lips met once again. You tasted yourself on his lips and it was the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.

He moved his lips down your neck and up to your ear whispering to you to turn over.

You were happy to do so and then your ass in the air you waited for him to ruin you.

You've never actually seen how big he was and wanted it to be a surprise for you. He dragged his fingers over your slit and gathered what he could to lube himself up.

He positioned himself at your entrance and he eased the tip in. You moaned with pain and pleasure, you grabbed at the sheets and he slowly sunk himself into you.

He gave you a few seconds for you to adjust to him and gave him the go-ahead.

He started at a steady pace and you snaked your hand down to your clit wanting more friction.

You could feel your second orgasm coming and he can tell.

He violently flipped you over on your back, he threw your legs over his shoulder and made your knees meet your shoulders. He was so deep in you, that the curvature of his cock hit your sweet spot just right.

With every thrust it made you scream in pleasure.

His hand wrapped around your neck and slightly put pressure on your throat. His other hand vigorously rubbed against your clit.

All the sensations became too much for you.

You started saying curses and praises in languages you learned on your tours, they all just rolled off your tongue and it made him harder.

Tears rolled down your cheek and then while thrusting in you he whispered, “Eres toda mia, Preciosa.”

‘You're all mine, Lovely.’

His words made you cum on command and you felt him fill you up and once the two of you came down from your high he fell next to you.

You looked over at him and he looked over at you. You smile.

He gets up from the bed and walks to your bathroom. He comes back with a towel and gently wipes your legs and leaves kisses between your thighs.

He goes back to the bathroom to hang up your towel, when he comes back you were already under the covers asleep.

He turns off the lights and crawls under the covers with you. His arms wrap around your waist and fall asleep cuddling into you.

When you woke up, you found that you were in bed alone. Your head was killing you, you looked at your nightstand and there was a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water.

You took the medicine and went to the bathroom to wash your face to wake you up.

After the cool water hits your face you look at yourself in the mirror. There were bruises and hickies all over your neck and chest. You don't remember him leaving them but they were there.

You throw on your sleep shirt and shorts and go out through the hall. The smell of coffee and burnt toast went through the air.

When you came into the kitchen he was trying to cook breakfast.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and it scared him a little bit.

“Watcha doing Santi?”

“I'm trying to make you some eggs, but they keep sticking to the pan,” he said with some frustration.

“Well I think that's because you don't have any butter in the pan.” you move him over and get a new pan and make breakfast the proper way.

The only thing out of breakfast he got right was the coffee. It was delicious.

You sit next to him on the couch and drink your coffee.

You break the silence, “So, I think we should talk about last night.”

He nods, “I don't want this to be just a one-night thing.”

You were a little shocked at his response, “really?”

“Yeah, I mean, Lovely, I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you beat up that guy in the mess hall back in boot camp.”

You both laugh at the memory.

You smile at him, “I love you too Santi.”

“Really?” he asked.

You move over to straddle him, “How about I go show you how much I love you?”

You didn't have to tell him twice he picked you up and took you to your bedroom.

It was one of the best mornings of your life.

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celestialspecial · 2 years

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These Beautiful Torments (Pt.9)

Recovering from the fight that has left him badly wounded both physically and mentally Billy tries to piece together the parts of his past. To remember who he is, or was, but it’s never that easy is it?

Warnings: Trauma, Depression, Smut (18+), Violence, Unplanned Pregnancy- Canon? We don’t know her. (If I missed any feel free to let me know)

The world was a blurring flash of lights, odd noises and reality seemed to flow down the drain as you moved. No. You were carried somewhere. You tried to move your body but it was no longer your body it seemed. Screaming. Karen’s? You weren’t sure. Your mind was flooded and you were drowning.

Images started appearing in your mind. Visions? No, memories. The past. What had you heard, before you die your brain brings up memories from your life to play back to you as a chemical reaction of some sort? Maybe that was it. Maybe…you were dying.

Billy. What about Billy? You wanted to thrash but you couldn’t, in a stupor of some sort. You could see him, the first moment you’d laid eyes on him. Handsome, sure, but something else. His dark depthless eyes held secrets, painful most likely, hidden under a well concealed laugh, a light dig or hidden joke. Feeling yourself drawn into his orbit, the smell of his cologne, the reverberation of his laugh, the silken texture of his hair.

His hand wrapped around your waist, skillful and welcoming. The heat of his body so close in proximity to yours set your heart pacing beyond normalcy. He had looked down at you after you’d made a witty comment, pressing his forehead to yours.

You were begging no dying to be kissed. To feel every inch of him but before that you wanted him to breathe life into your body. He stood tall, stoic, a man of business and industry. Rolling with each punch Wall Street or a roiling investor shot his way.

Dodging and weaving to the bitter end until he was on top without so much as an strand of hair out of place. No he was above that. No task too Herculean for him to lose his poise and stalwart strength, a ladies man through and through, money to burn and all the time in the world. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him, surely no one could do it better than THE Billy Russo.

You’d been dating a year, he was laying on your couch with you. Head buried in your lap, crying. You’d stroked your fingers comfortingly through his hair, soft cooing and sounds of affirmation to him as he broke apart in your arms. Holding him physically and emotionally. For the first time- maybe in his whole life, he felt safe. Bullets and terrorists he could handle, but looking into the mirror at himself, who he truly was, what life had given him, was too much.

Most kids had loving parents, didn’t go hungry, weren’t abused, life for whatever reason had chose to dealt him a shitty hand. Maybe he got that shitty hand cause he, in fact…was a shitty human. If we are all born equal that was a cruel joke to him, god thumbing his nose at humanity.

You held him as he sobbed, hiccupped into your lap, seeing his tears staining your dress and feeling even worse. And you held him, tight. Because while your upbringings were different, you knew how he felt and for the first time maybe in his entire life being with you he was forced to truly take inventory of himself. You weren’t a bang and a quick lay. A wad of cash and an Uber home.

You’d take his suits to the cleaners, cooked his favorite meal, pressed your cold feet to his thighs in the early hours of the morning, you’d wait to watch episodes of a show together, but most of all you really truly saw him, without wishing him to be different. Sure you’d argue, disagreements occurred but it always ended and you two were better for it.

And you’d run your fingers through his hair, letting him fall to pieces on your sofa as he could barely even explain his feelings, he’d forced them so far deep down for years that he didn’t even know what to label them most days. And you loved him all the while. Kissing his temple, rubbing his arms, allowing him to shake and show weakness. THE Billy Russo, that no one else saw.

You’d never stopped to think about yourself in a committed relationship, even less a mother. You’d gone to school, worked your ass off and in lieu of the real thing stuck with romance novels and juicy romantic comedies. It was safer that way. No broken hearts or disappointments. You’d be the fun ‘aunt’ to all your friends kids as you watched girlfriend after girlfriend get married and settle down.

An aching part of you wanted that but felt it wasn’t meant to be. Billy, in your mind, was the perfect distraction. A man with a plan, who’d wine and dine you then drop you off at 42nd street with a town car to take you wherever you wanted and a satisfied feeling between your legs. Never in your wildest dreams did you see years of falling deeply and madly in love with every facet of the man himself.

The self assured businessman without a care in the world and the girl who turned up her nose at the slightest hint of getting in too deep. What a pair you two were. And yet you both found yourself in the magnetic pull of one another’s company, where you were weak he was strong and vice versa.

To see the icon of confidence stripped down to the young insecure boy that lay beneath tore off all of your reluctance, each excuse and reason for not going deeper thrown by the wayside. You found the solace you’d been seeking in his arms, and he in yours. Each touch of his lips didn’t take away like you’d been lead to think, but rather gave back ten fold.

You’d been sitting in Central Park waiting for Billy to meet you with coffee and a sandwich from pret. In the meantime a nearby mother and her newborn had taken your attention. A small little girl in a pink onesie, giggling and blowing spit bubbles as her mother bounced her gently on her lap, tired eyes but a wide smile as her child, no more than a few months you guessed, shrieked with laughter after a peppering of raspberries on her belly.

“I want one of those.”

You jumped not realizing Billy had snuck up on you, coffee carrier and large brown paper bag of food.

“A playground?” You ventured, eyes scanning over everything in your eyesight, wondering if Anvil had some sneaky plans to buy up the whole park? Or if there was a Maserati hiding between the bushes you couldn’t quite see but your Hawk-eyed boyfriend could. He laughed loudly, handing you your coffee cup and taking a seat next to you, sliding close until your thighs were touching.

“No. A baby.”

You spluttered and coughed on your coffee, taken aback by the one answer you didn’t expect at all.

“No way” you wiped your mouth, half laughing half still coughing. He made his eyes go comically wide, running a broad hand over the length of your leg down to rest on your knee.

“You think I’m joking?” He asked, taking another swig of coffee, fixing you with an unreadable look. Your mind was swimming, trying to figure out how to respond, a small knot in your stomach forming. So you did what you did best, made a joke of it.

“And how are you gonna get one? Adoption is hard nowadays. Maybe you’d be better off starting with a dog, or better yet maybe a houseplant?” Trying your best to keep the playfulness in your eyes and in your smile. He saw right through your façade.

“Nu-ugh, I know what you’re doing.” The corner of his mouth twitched on the side, hand applying slight pressure to your knee as his forefinger traced circles over the side. “We could do it.”

You rolled your eyes at him, assuming to catch his drift.

“Billy, we HAVE done it. Every night for the past week in fact.” But when your eyes wandered up to meet his, they weren’t full of lust and desire, well maybe desire, but not the kind you thought he was insinuating. It was a deeper hunger, in his soul, pouring out of his eyes.

“I meant be parents.” He swallowed thickly and chased it with another mouthful of coffee before continuing. “We wouldn’t….totally suck.” At that you laughed brightly, letting it echo in the park.

“Wouldn’t totally suck. Yeah that’s something to aspire to.” All gaming had left his eyes, you’d seen him this serious before but never about something like this.

“No really. I think- I think maybe we should give it a shot.” Eyes bouncing back and forth , looking for words, “I love Frank’s kids and I…” a crease between his brows formed. “I want what he has.” There it was. Admission of defeat of the highest in the world of Billy Russo. You felt your heart fall, seeing him kick a stone by his foot, a foot in the highest quality leather shoes, wearing a suit of the finest material, perfectly coiffed hair and luxurious cologne. Armor in a sense. If he looked how every man wished they looked then there was no doubt that he yearned for anything.

You felt your resolve melting, covering his hand with yours, idly running a finger on the backs of his, trying to inject some source of levity into this solemn feeling moment. The baby across from you two squealed, clapping her tiny hands as her mother laid a blanket down for them both on the ground, taking out some lunch for them both.

You felt misty, thinking of Billy laying on the dirty ground, maybe in an average t shirt, stained with baby food and eyes filled with happiness looking down at his own child, incomparable-to any type of joy he might’ve experienced in the past.

“Okay.” You said, eyes never leaving the little girl, looking up at her mother, her world. Billy shook his head.

“Okay. What?” He gaze was still cast downward.

“Okay…we can maybe try for a baby.” His head whipped up, searching your face for any sign of jest, or insincerity. “But..” his eyes lit up, realizing your weren’t kidding. “But!!” You giggled, pinching his side to reel him in. You held up your left hand and, wiggled your fingers in front of him. “This hand is looking a little bare. Maybe let’s discuss remedying that first?” Your bargaining chip, the give and take of a relationship, and something that you had denied it’s importance to your own self for so long, if he was willing to share his desires so could you, and without fear.

“Done. You’ll get your ring,” he lifted your hand to his lips, placing a lingering kiss to each of your fingers. Thumb, forefinger. “And your wedding.” Middle and Ring finger. “And then I get MY honeymoon gift.” Pinky. Gesturing to the mom and baby in front of you.

“You drive a hard bargain , Mr. Russo.” You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, growing ever wider by the minute. His hand gripped yours, pulling you closer to him, noses touching, eyes full of mirth and excitement.

“That’s not all that’s hard.” He wiggled his eyebrows, sending you into another fit of laughter at the absurdity this afternoon was turning into. “Hey! We need our practice.”

Your eyelids felt heavy, head full of cotton, and a sharp pain in your abdomen. Your stomach. That woke you up enough to blink, it was dark, cold, musty. Like a basement somewhere. You certainly were no longer in your apartment, trying to move but realizing your wrists were bound in front of you, scratchy rope itching at your bare skin, feeling a bruise on your shoulder and tasting blood in your mouth.

“We’ll look who’s awake.” Your blearily could make out a shape walking towards where you lay on the ground, large, in a button up top, one dead eye staring back at you. Rawlins. He knelt down to your level holding up the thumb drive you’d gone back to retrieve, waving it tauntingly in front of your face. “Ah ah ah, you’ve been a bad girl.” Pushing off his knees to stand back at his full height over you once more, “but I shouldn’t be surprised you ARE with the infamous Mr.Russo. He doesn’t like to listen either.”

A shiver ran down your spine, the enormity of your situation and how absolutely fucked you were sinking in. It must have shown on your face cause he only laughed at your expression.

“Where’s the disk?” A voice called out, another male, you gulped realizing it must be Bennett. The two men who benefited most from Billy’s predicament, the ones who needed all info of their dealings wiped clean. Rawlins responded without ever taking his eyes off you, “got it right here.” A devilish smirk, full of concealed rage and a man with a horrible plan you were sure.

He turned to move towards where the other voice had come, making to move before another voice chimed in.

“And now that we’ve got the drive, what do we do with her?” His scarred face took in your plight, too bruised and sore to move, the effects of the chloroform still weighing heavy on your head and movements.

“I don’t think she’s going to be much of a problem right now. Plus she’ll make the loveliest bait for our boy now won’t she? I mean you of all people know how that twisted head now works.”

“I sure do.” A female voice this time

- Krista.

The car screeched into the parking lot, Karen kicking the door open, barely able to breathe, her face streaked with tears of frusta down anguish as she bolted up the steps two at a time before swinging open the safe house door. Crumpling to the floor as her legs finally gave out, the adrenaline dropping for an iota of a moment before spiking again.

Frank and Billy both shot up from their seated positions rushing over to Karen. Frank grabbing her arm attempting to hoist her up and over to his chair.

“Where’s Y/n?” Billy asked, watching the door, waiting for you to rush in behind her. Karen s legs wobbled as she collapsed onto the chair, Frank taking in her cuts and bruises, an open wound on her leg, pants tore on the side and hit red blood gushing out. He jumped to the sink grabbing a damp towel and pulling off his belt to check if a tourniquet was needed.

“Where is she?!” Billy was frantic now, seeing the state of his friend didn’t bode well for your situation. Frank pushed him aside, getting to Karen, checking her wounds, realizing no arteries had been severed and the bleeding was probably enhanced from her physical strain to get back to them more so than actual injury. Karen gripped Frank’s shirt, eyes wider more fearful than he’d seen in so long, it actually made him pause long enough from his tending to her to grip her chin, holding it to realize she was shaking.

Billy was beside himself, running to the door checking the hall, then racing back, pushing frank out of the way, to get close to Karen.

“Karen, Please!” She felt the tears start to slide down her face again, lip wobbling as she tried to speak, throat hoarse from screaming.

“We were attacked. They have her. HE has her.” Rawlins. Frank swore, wiping a hand over his face. Billy pushed back, falling onto the floor, blood drained from his face. It was coming back to him, the threats, the warnings if he didn’t listen he knew who’d be on the chopping block, paying the ultimate price. He Roared in agony, scratching at his close cropped hair, covering his face, before bolting upright moving towards the door before Frank seized the collar of his shirt, dragging him back into the room.

“LET ME GO”

“WHY! So you can run out there and get your fuckin ass caught? So you can get tossed in jail and she can die?! Is that what you want? IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK IS GONNA WORK?!” Frank screamed at him, Karen’s shaking intensified from her seat. Billy fought the tears stinging in his eyes, refusing to let himself feel this weak, this helpless right now.

“I-I’m sorry. I s-should’ve fought harder - I-“ Karen sputtered from her seat, distraught, attempting to stand but her knees gave out and she fell back into her spot.

“We’re gonna find her. We’re-“ Frank was cut off when Karen's phone started ringing in her bag, dropped on the floor after she’d stumbled into the room. All three of them stared at the device as it rang once more. Billy made to move but Frank pushed him aside, walking towards the ringing. Picking up the phone like it was a rigged bomb before hitting accept and holding the phone on speakerphone up between them all.

“Am I speaking with Mr. Castle and Mr. Russo?”

“RAWLINS YOU SON OF A BITCH IF YOU-“ Billy shouted down the line before a tongue clicking noise came from the other end.

“I think you seem to forget who’s in charge. As a matter of fact this is exactly what happened to your friend with you…haven’t you learned your lesson?” Frank’s knuckles went white as he gripped the mobile tighter, a strained muscle ticked in his jaw.

“Your pretty lawyer friend has what we need. The thumb drives, the disks, the whole shebang as it were. If you give those to us then maybe I’ll let our captive here live.”

Billy gritted his teeth, hands fisted so tightly , half moon shaped indents from his nails cutting into his palms.

“And what about Billy?” Frank questioned, eyes flitting up to his former friend, watching as his contained rage was beginning to unravel.

“Billy has a lot of crimes to pay for, he’s killed so many people Frank, he’s held hostages, he even escaped a hospital threatening the life of his recovery therapist. That doesn’t sound like a man who can just go free.”

“You’re a fucking sick bastard you know that right? You don’t care how many people fall under you so long as you can keep doing your dirty dealings.” Rawlins laughed on the other end before responding.

“I just know how to work the system and get what I want, something you never learned. You give me all the evidence our Russo had collected over the years and we can…come to some sort of arrangement. Billy will of course be set to federal prison, if he isn’t given the death penalty, and the lovely y/n can go free, to have her baby and move far away where people won’t know who the father is.”

“I’m gonna kill you.” Billy ground out, dark eyes wild, furious, deadly.

“You can try, and what if you succeed? Will it be worth it, if she’s dead?” Frank took in his friend who had looked so dangerous, so angry half a second before, watching the fight drain out of him in a nanosecond, realizing they were trapped. That this wasn’t a cut and dry situation.

“Where do we want to meet?” Frank asked, letting a rush of air out of his chest, mind working on something, anything.

“No no no. There is no WE in this. Billy will meet us. Alone.” Frank took in a breath to respond but before he could Billy interjected.

“Fine. Tell me where.”

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