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pynkgothicka · 6 months

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Inspired by one of your reblogged posts..

I really want to see dark! misogynistic Jason Todd with a somewhat innocent! girlfriend. He was so sweet to her until they started dating; Now he just can't be bothered with her. He consults his friends about it on COD, or some other incel hangout, and they advise him to put reader in her place.

He comes home one day to reader laying in bed on her phone and he just can't seem to control himself. He's spewing out degrading thoughts, about how he's just so sweet to her and all she can do is complain, and not even be grateful that Jason's using his precious time to breed and lay his claim her needy cunt. Using and absolutely destroying her like the plaything she is.

(also, can i be 🐢 anon? i feel like I'll be returning to you for a while.. i love ur work!)

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Pairing - Dark! Misogynistic! Incel! Jason Todd x Innocent! Girlfriend! AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Rest of the Batboys

Tags and Warnings - Incel behavior, noncon, name calling, misogyny, medication, gaslighting, degrading, abuse, violence against oc/reader

Authors Note - Back tew my roots!!!! And ofc I would love to finally have anons!! Also sorry this took eons-

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Jason watched you in your shared small apartment. He couldn't figure out what went wrong between the two of you. It started whenever he moved in. Jason was never so used to having somewhere there 24/7.

You were just so needy and particular.

“Jason? Baby… what do you want for dinner tonight?” You ask coming to sit by him. Your hands ran over his arm and kissing at his visable scars. Jason pulled away from you, the feeling making his skin tingle.

He watched as your face fell and you sigh before getting up and grabbing your purse. “I'm going grab something to eat tonight. Please remember to take your medicine.” You say heading to the door and leaving.

“I don't need them.” Jason replied quickly looking at you as you straightened up the living room before leaving. “I told you about reminding me to do shit.”

Jason watched as you just sighed again. “I tell you because I want you to be better baby. I don't want to keep doing things alone, I just want us to be better.” You said doting once again, keeping your sweet nature with Jason. But he only saw that as pity and he hated it. He hissed before rolling his eyes and getting up, the couch going back by his sheer strength. “I don't care what's for dinner. Just get out.”

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“I don't know what to do with her. She's just so fucking annoying.” Jason rambles into his microphone. He was playing COD with some online friends. One of his friends, N1ghtVV1ng laughs into his own mic.

“Well what is she doing huh? My girl treats me just right, and even allows me to fuck whenever I want.” He taunts. Jason rolled his eyes at his friends comments. “And she's so tight, god I trained her right.”

“Dude that's so gross.” RedRobinYum, another one of his friends said.

“Well, she just keeps bothering me. Then whenever I try to ask for something she just reminds me to take my meds.” Jason sneered. “Its the same shit, all these dumb questions. I just want her to stay with me and not bug me.”

“Well have you tried putting her in her place? Show her what you want from her.” DamitheBest says. Jason hummed at that suggestion.

“She's just so fragile, I'm afraid she might bre-”

“Get that shit out of your mind now.” Dami says. “Show her who's the boss before she does. Women will kick you to the curb and leave you for someone who'll tolerate that shit they pull.”

“Literally don't listen to these freaks, sit down and talk to her.” RedRobin chimes in. “With any relationship just talk it out, trust me I do that with my partner and we just talk everything out.”

Jason could hear Dami make a buzzer noise that almost broke his mic. “Nope, don't listen to him. Red, he's gotta put his foot down. Cut out any disobedience from his girl.”

Jason looked down at that, the thought of hurting you almost sickeningly turned him on. Dami was right and had always been. Jason just needed to man up and confront you.

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“What are you doing?”

You turn around from your spot on the bed too see Jason, standing in the doorway. You smile before getting back on your phone, his voice making you feel better that he's still around.

Yet majority of the time, Jasons voice always brought you a sense of worry and hurt. Worrying so much for and about him made you into someone who barely cared for yourself. It was always Jason, and everything you did was for him.

“Nothing really, I'm just kind of bored.” You reply. Jason stares at you, face blank. His eyes leered at your body as you just so casually laid down. Almost as if just waiting for you to say something. Anything.

“Your not going to bug me to take my meds?” Jason practically spat out. You turned around moving to where you sat on the bed. “Not gonna ask me to take out the trash, help around the apartment?

You furrow your brows. “What? Why are you talking to me like that?” You asked looking at him. “I- What did I do?”

“You dont like it when someone stands against you?” He replied completely ignoring your question. Everything about Jason's words and demeanor frightened you. It was like he genuinely hated you.

You stood up walking towards him slowly. “Jay… it's okay. I think you're having a episode…” You say keeping your voice low. Jason's chest came up and down as he kept getting more and more enraged. You reached out a hand to touch his arm, but Jason pushed you away. Your lower back hit the vanity you both built when you moved in.

“You think I'm having a episode?! Of course you do, you don't just think I'm pissed?” He replied moving to tower over you. You put a hand on the vanity to stand back up. Your chest heaved as your lungs tried to keep up with your heart. You pushed past him leaving through the bedroom door.

Back burning, you looked for your keys. “I'm done with this, all I want is what's best for you. But you've treated me like shit, and I'm done with it.” You said seeing reaching for your keys.

But they were picked up and thrown across the room.

Jason pushed your head against your kitchen island. You groaned out and began to thrash around. Jason snarled at you, keeping you detained.

Hr laughed in your face and seemingly just waited for you to calm down. “I like it when your quiet.” He said leaning down to kiss the back of your head. Your breathing shuddered as you began to cry quietly. Jason reveled in your weakness a hand resting on the back of your neck, the other on your back.

“What did I do Jason … What did I do so wrong…?” You said, your words breaking with your own tears.

“Get on my nerves… I'm such a good boyfriend, yet all you do is complain. I'm sick of that, so I'm going to change it.” Then you feel Jason's arm brush against you as he reached for the kitchen scissors. “Stay still, unless you want to get hurt. I could care either less.” He said as he took the scissors to your shirt. Cutting down the fabric, leaving you exposed as you chose not to wear a bra.

Starting to kick at Jason again, flipping around to try and get away. That attempt was failed, as Jason took your throat in hand, slamming your head back onto the counter. Your vision blurred on impact as he took off your shirt completely. The impact made you dizzy and start to become unaware. Jason saw that, and quickly took advantage of it, kissing at your neck.

He was going to get himself off.

It was what you owed him.

His kisses trailed down to your stomach, tongue dipping into every dip in your skin. You let out dazed cries as tears poured down your cheek. “You've always been so gorgeous. Don't you see how good you could have it?” Jason commented quietly as he pulled down your sweatpants along with your panties. He blew on your cunt, watching just how wet you became at his actions. “Do I have to keep beating you for you to keep still.”

Biting at your bottom lip to hold back tears you shake your head. He smiled as you shivered from his breathing. Jason pushed his head into your cunt, lapping at your exposed pussy. You bit at your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. You couldn't give him that satisfaction, just once you wanted to be stronger than what you actually were. But Jason knew you, his hand coming down on your ass, making you yelp out. “Stop that, I want to hear you.” He said into your cunt as he continued to eat you out.

But Jason is Jason.

And Jason is selfish.

He only eats you out close enough to make you cum. He pulls away with the bottom half of of his face coated in your juices. You grabbed at the counter top, full on sobbing. “Please… Jay. Stop we can ta-” Jason's hand came crashing down next to your head, the sound of tile making you cry out more.

“You had your chance. You had multiple chances to talk, but you didn't. So now I'm putting you in your place.” He said, ignoring any protests you had. You could hear him undo his pants, the taunting noise of his zipper making your cries only louder. A dribble of spit hits your cunt, Jason's palm coming down to rub at your cunt. “Now shhh, while you take this dick.”

You let out a yell as Jason pushes his length all the way into you. He sits there, breathing heavy and labored.

His eyes stayed fixated on your pussy, swallowing his cock. He pulled out then pushed back in, your walls clamping on his length. His groans were deep as he took no time for you to adjust, fucking into you. Your body shook and shuddered as he held you down, using you for his own pleasure.

“You're so pretty like this,” Jason said his body pounding into your own. You continued to whimper under him, feeling your body become weak. His hand tangled in the mess he had made of your hair, using his strength to pull you up. “You need to be like this all the time, then I wouldn't have to deal with a bitch for a girlfriend.” He snickered into your ear. He said it like it was a threat, or a suggestion you couldn't turn down.

So you nodded in agreeance, his smile turning wicked as he fucked into you. You could feel his hips stutter as he reached his peak. Jason's hand moved to your clit as he rubbed at your bud. “You better cum with me or I'll keep raping this cunt.” That quickly snapped you back to reaily. The realization of needing to end the abuse he put you through, you tried feeling pleasure from the trauma he was putting you through.

Then you feel it. The feeling of you cumming alongside your cunt getting filled. You let out a choked gasp, Jason groaning as he filled you to the brim. His hand grabbed at your ass as he hissed. He pulled out watching as a dribbles of his cum dropped from your abused cunt. He quickly pushed it back into you with two thick fingers. Jason snickered before pulling up his boxers, leaving his jeans on the ground.

“Clean up in here, I'm getting back on the game.”

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atlafan · 2 months

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“You’re acting like that meme of Jamie Lee Curtis where she’s aggressively drinking that water and telling someone off at the same time.” Layna groaned at her boyfriend who finally stopped glaring at his phone to look up at her.

“I have absolutely no idea what that is.”

“Yes you do, I’ve sent it to you before!” Layna takes her own phone out and shows him after searching it quickly on Google.

“Ohhhhh.” He smirks. “Right, now I remember. It’s usually you who looks like that when you’re about to brawl with someone.”

“Now that you’ve calmed down, can we think about what just happened rationally?”

“No, and I will try to call customer service again.” He holds his phone up to his ear.

“Your ass is not on the phone!”

“I’m listening to a voicemail!”

“Okay, Mr. Corporate.” She rolls her eyes.

“Just because I was promoted at the gym, does not make me a corporate meow meow asshole. I think it’s perfectly reasonable for to be upset about this.”

“I’m just going to go in and see if we can book a new reservation with my credit card. The room is technically available..”

“Not until I get to the bottom of this.”

“There’s nothing to get to the bottom of.” She groaned.

“The bottom is gaping. This is a job for the FBI.”

“Who are you, Kris Jenner?”

“Ew, no.” He grimaces. “She’s insane, why would you say that?”

“Because you just said…ugh! Why can’t you know the same references that I do?”

“I’m so sorry that I haven’t spent hours upon hours watching E! I’ll try to rectify that at some point. Now, let me do what I need to do.” He taps a few things on his phone and then presses it to his ear. “This is why I hate credit cards, cash is so much easier.”

Layna pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. She reached into his pocket for the paper confirmation Harry had brought with them so they could check into their hotel with ease. He has wanted to plan a long weekend for them, so he booked everything with his name and his credit cards. When you check into a hotel, you need to show the card you used to reserve the room. The woman said the cards didn’t match. When Harry tried again, the app for his card put a lock on his account. So now they’re out on the curb trying to figure it out.

As Layna scans the paper she furrows her brows, then reaches into Harry’s pocket again for his wallet. He pays her no mind while he speaks with another representative from the card’s customer service line. She takes out the credit card he used to reserve the booking and realizes that Harry inverted the expiration date, and wrote Harry Edwerd Styles, instead of Harry Edward Styles. Two simple mistakes that the woman behind the counter could have been nicer about helping with instead of just turning them away.

“Harry…hang up the phone, baby. I figured out what happened.”

“Yeah?” He hangs up the phone. He was on hold so who cares?

“Um…I don’t want you to feel embarrassed because I’ve made mistakes like this before too, but it appears that you inverted the expiration date on your card…and spelled your middle name wrong…”

“I did?!” He snatches the card and the paper and scans them both. “I’m not seeing it.”

“Can I point to them?” She asks gently and he nods. She shows him the expiration on the card and then points to what’s on the paper. “See, the expiration is 06/29, you put 09/26…and you spelled Edward with two E’s…”

“Oh.” His cheeks redden, obviously very embarrassed by his blunder. “I should have had you look at it before I submitted…”

“It happens! I’ve done with my security code and my exportation date before. I think if we go back in, we could explain it better. And then see if that snotty lady will be cooler about the mistake.”

“This is so embarrassing.” He groans.

“I know it feels that way right now, but I promise, I’m not judging. I know your dyslexia flares up more when you’re stressed and reading all the fine print for a hotel reservation can be really daunting.” She wraps her arms around his neck and pecks his nose. “The sooner we go inside and fix the reservation, the sooner we can go to our room and I can help you forget alllll about this.”

“Might have times where I think of it randomly and I feel embarrassed all over again.” He grips her hips, squeezing them.

“Then I guess wherever we are you’ll just need to pull me aside and use me until you forget again.”

No Complaints Blurb

#no complaints #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x oc

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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Hey vodika!

Congrats on your follower milestone!

Could I request f!Jedi reader x Sev

Garnet

Autumn evening

Thank you! Love you! Xx

Forever

Summary: Of all of the things that Sev hates in the universe, watching his Jedi get hurt tops the list.

Pairing: Clone Commando Sev x Reader

Word Count: 777

Warnings: Reader is seriously injured here, though I didn't detail how she was hurt. Reader is described as formerly having long hair.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So, I tried my best with this, but it's not easy to write when you can't focus for longer than a few minutes at a time. I'm sorry if it's not quite what you wanted. If you don't like it you can send another request and I'll write something when I'm not sick.

Sev knows that he’s not the gentlest of men. He knows that he’s quick to anger and that he enjoys violence just a little too much for most people to want to put up with. Sure, his own batchmates know that sometimes he says those things simply because it gets reactions.

But most of their brothers don’t.

He doesn’t mind it. He gets along better with his batchmates over anyone else anyway. Well, his batchmates and their jedi.

His Jedi.

She was a surprise addition to Delta Squad shortly after the war began. Someone who was supposed to manage their mission loads and help them so they could take more dangerous missions.

And she quickly integrated herself into Delta Squad. She was careful to not step on Boss’ toes, listened to Scorch’s jokes, redirected Fixer when he was being his most ornery, and was able to temper the worst of his temper.

How could Sev not fall in love with her?

And Sev has never been the type of man to tiptoe around things like feelings, so he told her as soon as he knew that he loved her. He fully expected her to turn him down, but she surprised him by releasing a musical laugh, and agreeing to go on a date with him to see where this leads.

That was nearly a year ago now, and somehow Sev is still able to claim her as his girlfriend. Somehow, because he thought for sure that she would kick him to the curb months ago.

His gaze drifts from his rifle, which he’s been cleaning, to his Jedi.

They’re holed up in a Jedi Safehouse, and his brothers are out trying to find a way off this planet, while Sev chose to remain behind to look after their barely conscious Jedi.

It’s a shame she hasn’t been able to enjoy the planet properly. His Jedi loves this type of weather, when it’s cool and the leaves have started to change. Sweater weather, she calls it.

Though, she’s not saying much of anything at the moment.

She’s nearly gray-faced, and her layers of robes have been removed and replaced by bandages. Her hair had been shorn into a much shorter style, due to the sheer amount of matting that they hadn’t been able to fix-

And then she stirs, her fingers flexing against the thick blanket granting her some modesty.

Sev swallows hard and sets his rifle to the side, before he stands and walks over to her carefully settling himself on the floor near her cot. Her pretty eyes flutter open and focus on his face, “Sev-” She mumbles his name, and she lifts her hand, which he catches and threads her fingers with his own.

“Hey there, Pretty Girl.” He replies, “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

“-where?”

“We’re still on the same planet,” He explains as he gently squeezes her hand, “The others are out looking for a way out.”

She tries to sit up, but Sev is quick to push her back prone, “I should be helping them-”

“You need to rest.” Sev insists.

“But, it’s not safe.” She tries.

“Hey,” He waits until her pretty eyes are locked on him, “No one here is going to hurt them. We’ve already killed anyone who might try.”

She blinks at him.

Sev smiles wryly and he brings his free hand up to rest against her bruised face, “They had you, cyar’ika. They had you and they were hurting you, there was no other option.”

She sighs softly, and she turns her head to kiss the palm of his hand, “I don’t deserve you.” she mumbles.

Sev just laughs, “I think that’s supposed to be my line.” All of the tension has drained from his body now that she’s awake and talking, “You deserve far better than me. It’s a shame that I’m not so good a person to just walk away and let another person have you.”

She lightly squeezes his fingers, “All I want is you, though.”

“You have terrible taste in men.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Slowly, Sev brushes some of her hair out of her face, “No one is ever going to hurt you again, cyar’ika. I promise.”

She smiles at him, soft and warm, and Sev leans in to press his lips lightly against hers, pulling away just as quickly as he leaned in. “Now, get some more rest. As soon as we have a ship, you’re going to take a nap in a bacta tank.”

She just sighs, “Will you stay?”

Sev brings their joined hands to his lips, and presses a light kiss to her knuckles, “Forever.”

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captainpulisic · 1 year

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dont call me baby - m. mount

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by the time ben has the bright idea to call you, mason is absolutely wasted. music can be heard down the street and the house might explode with how many people are packed in.

mason can’t stop laughing at nothing in particular, the alcohol doing a number on him. he’s halfway pouring himself another shot before ben snatches it from him. ignoring the childish protest from his friend, he guides him outside for some much needed fresh air. “i think we’ve had enough, yeah?”

ben makes sure mason is settled on the curb of the sidewalk before dialing your number, begrudgingly taking the role of babysitter.

“uh y/n, are you busy?”

“not really, everything okay?” you have to hold the phone away from your ear, trying not to get ear damage from the loud music bleeding out in the background.

“no, yeah everything is good. i just think its best if you come get mase, he’s pretty shitfaced.”

over the receiver, you hear masons slurring, “who are you on the phone with? come sit with me!” you feel silly, just hearing his voice makes your heart skip a beat.

“its y/n”

“y/n? y/n! where is she?” you can hear the smile in his tone and it makes you weak in the knees. if only you could see how pathetically sweet he looks, eyes looking for you in every direction.

ben must have given mason the phone because his voice is suddenly clearer than ever. “y/n?”

“everything okay, love? having fun?”

“i think so, i said i wasn’t going to drink that much but kai kicked my ass in beer pong… twice.” he mumbles the last part, quietly. “are you almost here? i need you, i miss you.”

“i miss you too, sweet boy.” you swear you can’t love him anymore than you do right now. he always gets so soft and lovey when he’s drunk, it’s your favorite version of him. “want me to take you home?”

“what a scandalous proposition, at least buy me dinner before asking me to go home with you!” he laughs at his own joke for a solid minute.

“i’ll buy you all the dinners you want, okay? i’ll be there soon.”

you exchange ‘i love yous’ and mason hands the phone back to ben, having watched the whole conversation with amusement. and the amusement only grows when mason lets himself fall back onto the patch of sidewalk grass. he hears mason ramble about something along the lines of ‘she wants to take me home’.

“hurry, for his own good.”

when you finally do arrive, you find mason passed out on bens shoulder. quickly getting off the car, you approach them and kneel right in front of them. mason is still mumbling nonsense of ‘her’ and ‘home’, eyes glazed and sleepy. you boop his nose, affectionately. he looks extra beautiful with the streetlight illuminating his features. “hello there, handsome. let’s get out of here, yeah?”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the serious look mason gave you as his gaze landed on you. no smiles, no laughing. in an annoyed tone, “no thanks, please leave me alone.”

ben and you share a confused look. you force yourself to swallow the sadness that was creeping up in you. mason has never been so cold with you, always wanting to work out arguments instead of fighting. what could you have done to him in that fifteen minute drive to warrant such a cold attitude? you reach for his hand, “im sorry, mase? did i do something wrong?”

“i said to leave me alone.” he retracts his hand at lighting speed, making your heart feel worse than it ever has. he’s certainly never done that before. “my girlfriend is on her way and i don’t think she’ll appreciate you putting the moves on me.”

you raise an eyebrow, “mason, what are you on about?”

“just leave.”

you really didn’t understand what was going on. “baby, whats going on?”

“do not call me baby, only my girlfriend can do that.”

oh my, your mood does a complete 180 and now you really can’t contain your laugh. your poor boyfriend is drunker than you thought. Keeping the charade up, you reach to ruffle his hair “i’m so sorry, i had no idea you had a girlfriend.”

his reflexes are quick, trying to dodge your affectionate gestures. “you should be sorry. please- hey stop that, i know y/n will definitely get mad if she sees you playing with my hair. only she’s allowed to do that.” not even waiting for your response, he turns to ben. “is y/n almost here? i want her.”

this time, you and ben share an amused look. ben pats his back, “she just called, said she’s almost here.”

hearing that, masons stern glare is targeted at you again. he slurs, “now you really do have to leave. y/n might be nice but she will fight you if she sees you trying to get into my pants. leave before i tell her you tried calling me baby.”

without another word, you get up and walk behind your car, hidden from masons view. giving him a couple seconds to believe that this “other girl” left, you prepare to come out of your hiding spot. when you finally do reappear, you walk up to him again, hoping the ruse will work. acting as if this is the first time you’re seeing him tonight, you kneel down again and kiss his cheek. realizing that it’s really you this time, masons entire mood shifts. he tries and fails to get up, trying to grasp your hand. “y/n!”

“hey pretty boy!” ruffling his hair, this time he leans into it. “you’re okay?”

“yeah, just a little drunk and sleepy. i really want you to take me home, not sexually just literally.”

“thats what i’m here for, baby.”

as if the word triggers some memory he was trying hard to repress, mason lets out a gasp. “y/n! you’ll never believe what just happened.”

“hmm?”

“some girl tried touching my hair and she was calling me baby and getting too close to me. i told her i had a girlfriend but she wouldn’t listen. i was properly mad but i told her you’d fight her if she stuck around.”

“oh, yeah? was she pretty? did you like her?” you know you shouldn’t take advantage of him in this state but it was just too fun to tease drunk mason.

“no! i didn’t even look at her! i was just waiting for you to show up and trying my best to ignore her. i swear it!”

at this, ben snorted and helped you lift mason up. latching on to you, he sways you both around, promising he didn’t even pay attention to that other girl. you say your goodbyes to ben after making sure mason is properly in the car.

halfway on the drive, mason speaks up. “where were you tonight? you should’ve come along and protected me from scary girls.”

you laugh at this.

“whats so funny?”

“nothing. just thought of me following you around, making sure no other girl touches your pretty hair.”

soon enough, you’re back home and helping him stumble in through the front door. getting him up the stairs should earn you a gold medal, setting aside the fact that he only almost slipped twice. entering your shared bedroom, you gently sit him down on the bed and begin to undress him. he hums in content when he is left in only his boxers and an old shirt, quickly being tucked in the covers by you. even in his state, he wants to tell you how much he appreciates you, how you’re his whole world. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you, sweet boy.” you give him a quick peck on his stubbled cheek, before changing out of your clothes and climbing into bed alongside him. immediately, he pulls you to him, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. this is heaven to you, feeling his warm touch all over you.

you kiss him one more time, “go to sleep, love. you had a long night.”

“but i’m not even tired!” he whines, stifling a yawn.

“yes you are, mase.” lifting your hand to his hair, you begin to play with it in hopes that it lulls him to sleep. “it’s okay, i’ll stay up for a bit if you need anything.”

mason doesn’t even hear the last part of your sentence, already lost in his dreams of you.

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount fluff #mason mount x you

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artists-ally · 7 months

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{Train Wreck} Azriel x Cassian!Sister {Pt.1}

I am in love with this song, Train Wreck by Divide the Day and cannot get it out of my head. I feel like Azriel loves a good broken girl because she can relate to all of him. So here is the first part of that! Enjoy my loves!! lmk what you think!! (i got too excited waiting for the poll to end)

Word Count: 7,947

Warnings: Modern AU, OFC, angst, mentions of crimes, mentions of trauma, language, alcohol.

Summary: It has been far too long since Ira has seen her brother. They meet again under neither of their own terms and struggle to find any room in their hearts for pleasantries. But at least there is a hot, dark-haired, hot, buffer to focus on instead.

Tagging: @bubybubsters @librafairy @needylilgal022

Part Two

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“He’s going to say no.” No response from the peanut gallery in the front seat. “Seriously, he’s not going to be okay with this. You might as well let me out of the car now.”

“Will you just be quiet?” Arthur snapped, eyes locking with mine from the rearview mirror. “Need I remind you that this is your fault. You’ve left us with no other option.”

“I told you, it wasn’t me. That was-” “Cal, I remember the story. And that’s all that it is. A story, a fabrication that Arthur and I are no longer going to be entangled in. You may be able to fool the police with that lie, but you can’t fool us, Ira,” Dana snapped, whirling around to shoot me some daggers. She couldn’t look intimidating if she tried; her face was like a bunny, and every time she frowned it just looked like she smelled something rotten.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. There was no way he was going to take me. We hadn’t spoken in almost five years, I didn’t even know he was alive until three months ago when I heard about his engagement. How fucking rude of him not to tell me. I had to find out through a friend of a friend.

Fifteen years growing up together meant nothing to him, I guess.

The big riverside house came into view at the end of an equally impressive driveway. A shame for whoever had to go and collect the mail every morning.

“Stay here, in the car,” Arthur barked.

I opened the door and got out of the car, kicking a few stones. Man this place was flashy; a big fountain in the circular driveway, a line of cars over by a garage. Not to mention the very obvious multi-million dollar mansion that never seemed to end.

“Lord, give me the strength to not strangle this child,” Arthur sighed, marching to the front door. I snickered, he was always so uptight.

“Not a child, Arthur,” I countered. “Just turned 21. You’d know that if you ever bothered to check up.”

“Give it a rest, Ira. We’re trying to help you since you clearly don’t understand the basic human morals of being a functioning member of society,” Dana said, opening the trunk, catching a bag as it tumbled from the stack.

“Sorry that I don’t like to conform to the idealistic fantasy that is modern society.”

Was it my plan to break into that restaurant and pose as waiters to make a few extra dollars? Yes, it absolutely was. And it was genius plan that if someone didn’t fuck up, it would’ve worked flawlessly. It ended with me in handcuffs and my ass sitting on the curb until Dana came to pick me up.

Was it also my idea to drive four fucking hours away from my hometown to the middle of nowhere to be babysat? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

“Get your stuff,” Dana dropped a few things to the ground.

I came around the side of the car and heard the door open, and that lovely voice of his ring through my head.

Great. This is going to go fantastic.

“Arthur? W-What are you doing here?” Cassian said.

Cassian, six-foot-five and one hell of a bastard. He knew just how to get under your skin and make you want to punch him in the face. Which I had done on more than one occasion when he dug too deep.

“Cassian, good to see you,” the old man said, extending his hand. “We uhh… we have something for you.”

“I don’t understand.”

I could hear the crunch of gravel and I knew what was about to happen. Any second now I was about to be publicly humiliated. I wish it was still the 1500’s where they parade you down the street and then execute you so I could at least see all the resentment on everyone’s faces.

“Dana!” I could practically hear that obnoxious grin in his voice before I could see it. “I was not expecting you guys, come in this is so awesome to-”

“She’s not the surprise, Cass,” Arthur clapped him on the shoulder and walked to the back of the car. There was a sharp yank on my elbow and I damn near tripped over him. He must’ve grown again because he was a lot taller than the last time I saw him. “She is.” “Ira?” He squinted, as if he could ever mistake me for someone else. “Holy shit, I didn’t even know you were still around.” “You’d know that if you ever bothered to check up on me,” I couldn’t be bothered to be pleasant. Nothing about this would be fucking pleasent.

Cassian looked from Arthur to Dana, then back to me. And to the duffle bag that I was holding on to. I could see him connecting the dots inside his thick-ass skull. “No. No no no.”

“Cassian, she needs someone to look after her,” Dana expressed, chasing after him when he turned inside.

“You cannot just plop her on my doorstep like some stray dog,” Cass shouted, throwing his arms in the air and all around.

“She’s your sister, for fucks sake,” Arthur joined. “She needs you to look after her. Since you left Ira has done nothing but cause me a headache and gray hairs.”

“I’m right here, you know,” I walked over, throwing the bag down. “And I’d appreciate if you talked about me like a fucking human being, not some gag gift that is always shuffled around at christmas because no one wants it.”

“I have a family to take care of, I cannot take you in, Ira. I have too much going on.”

“Some things never change,” I huffed. “See, I told you he wouldn’t give me the time of day.”

“Now, let's just take this down a couple of notches, okay? It has been a long drive so why don’t we just go inside and-”

“Cass? What’s going on?”

Cassian scrunched his face, and my eyes went to the door, a pretty woman standing there with her arms folded. She had a scowl on her face and narrow eyes. Her long brown hair was braided over her shoulder.

“Nothing, these people were just-”

“Who’s here?” Another voice, a man, asked next. Now, if I had died and gone to heaven and you told me that was an angel, I’d believe you.

Cassian muttered something under his breath and rubbed his forehead. “Nesta, Rhys, this is Arthur and Dana. My foster parents from years ago. And this… this is my sister.”

“Your sister?” Both of them exclaimed at the same time. He didn’t even tell them about me? Some fucking brother he is. I didn’t want to be here, but now I really wanted to see where this was going to go. It could be entertaining.

“They were just-” “Come in come in,” the man stepped down and shook Arthur's hand. “I am Rhysand, call me Rhys. Welcome, we are so pleased to have you. Cassian never mentioned having visitors today.”

“It wasn’t planned,” Dana let out the fakest laugh I’ve ever heard. She was one of those people who, when nervous, laughed after every sentence. Like come on lady, grow a set and just say what you really mean it’s not that hard.

I smiled victoriously as Arthur and Dana were escorted inside. When I looked up at Cassian, he had rage in his eyes. “Good to see you too, Cassie.”

“Do not,” he pointed at me. “You are not staying here, whenever this little tour is over, you’re gone with them.”

“Gladly.”

I closed the trunk and followed behind a storming Cassian. His shoulders might as well have been pinned to his ears. It looked like a stick was shoved up his ass.

The house was absolutely massive. I thought shit like this only existed in fairytales, not… wherever the fuck we were. Certainly not my normal run-down streets I was used to. There were cabinets filled with fine dishes and things were on display. Everywhere. I don’t think I have seen so many things before in my life.

While Cassian pouted in the corner, the man named Rhys showed us all around. He pointed and spoke, but I received a text on my phone.

Cal: your a piece of shit I hope you know that

Me: You’re* but it’s fine.

Cal: i cannot believe you fucking left me

Me: Whoops. Sorry bud, I couldn’t stick around. You dicked me over so… guess that karma’s a bitch.

Cal: you know I’m bad with names

Me: WE USED EACH OTHERS!!!!!! HOW HARD CAN IT BE TO FORGET MY NAME!

Cal: hopefully pretty fucking easy because I don’t ever want to fucking see you ever again. fuck you ira

Me: Right back atcha, asshole.

Great, now the only person that I had remotely trusted was out of my life. I had no one back in my hometown. No one to remember or care for me. I don’t think I ever had someone in the first place. What happens when you don’t have anyone to teach you right from wrong? What do you get when you mix a traumatized teenager in a city with nothing to do? A hot mess. A hot fucking mess.

“Oh, and this is my wife Feyre. My darling, this is Arthur, Dana, and Ira, Cassian’s foster parents and his sister,” Rhys spared me a glance and I scrunched my face. Had Cassian really never bothered to tell them about me?

“Wow,” she had a small smile on her pretty face. Why was everyone here so pretty? “You look just like him. You both have the same eyes. And the same hair.”

“Great, what I’ve always wanted to be. Cassian's clone.” I couldn’t stop the eye roll.

“Ira,” Dana hissed. “Some manners?”

“Thank you, your Royal Highness.”

Dana smacked her forehead, mumbling something about gray hairs and a headache again. I chuckled. I thought it was funny. Especially the curtsy.

“Why don’t you all stay for dinner, I wouldn’t mind getting to know some of Cassian’s family,” Feyre said, that small smile still on her lips. We had all meandered outside to look at their yard, at the fountain in the front of the house.

To no one's surprise, there was a matching one in the back by the pool.

“Oh, we really have to get back on the road,” Arthur said, folding his hands together and swaying on his feet. “It was a pleasure getting to meet all of you, it makes me happy knowing that Cassian has found such a great group of successful, intelligent people.”

That last part was vehemently directed at me.

“Why are you looking at me? Cassian already said that I couldn’t stay.”

“Well I am sure that-”

“Why wouldn’t you stay?” Rhys asked, folding his arms against his chest.

I looked at Dana and Arthur, patiently waiting for someone to explain it. No takers? Guess it’s my time to shine. “Well, I think it’s because he doesn’t give a flying fuck about-”

“Okay okay,” Cassian interjected, and a devious grin spread across my lips. “Stay for dinner.”

What a two faced son of a bitch. It wasn’t me who decided to leave, it was him. And he’s pissed at me? Not fucking fair. We all went inside, but Cassian lingered at the back of the pack. While Rhys took Dana and Arthur around to the kitchen, Cassian yanked me– why was everyone throwing me around– into a room off to the side.

“What the fuck did you do this time?”

“Wow, Cassie-”

“Do not call me that.”

He used to hate it when I called him Cassie. Especially around his friends because they would make fun of him for days after. I loved that.

“No hi, how are you? No ‘it's good to see that my sister is alive and doing well?’” “Clearly not well enough since they dragged you all the way out here. How the hell did you even find me?” Cassian’s eyes were full of fire. Looks like he still had that canyon of a line between his bushy-ass-eyebrows when he was upset.

“I know a guy,” I shrugged. Antoine is an amazing man. “But that’s besides the point. Wait… were you purposefully trying to disappear so I wouldn’t be able to find you?”

“What. Did. You. Do?”

I swallowed, I hated when he scolded me. “It wasn’t even that bad. They just gave me community service.”

“Jesus Christ, Ira. What did they want to give you?” Cassian shouted for the whole house to hear.

“Doesn’t matter, I got myself out of it. Like I always do, without your fucking help. I am capable of taking care of myself without you.”

“Yeah you seem to be doing a swell job,” Cassian looked me up and down, clearly judging my tangled hair and ripped up jeans that I’ve probably had since middle school. “I thought all of this was behind you, Ira. When I left you were-”

“Abandoned. You didn’t leave, you abandoned me.”

Cassian relaxed his shoulders. “You know if I could’ve taken you with me I would’ve.”

“No you wouldn’t have.” I was waiting for him to argue, to deny that fact. But he didn’t, and his haunting silence was enough of an answer. I scoffed, a hard, bitter noise. “You know I don’t blame you, no one would want to take a juvenile delinquent anywhere, especially somewhere like this place.”

“Ira-” “Save you’re fucking breath, Cass. You don’t have to pretend around me, you’ve never had to. Just play along with it for one night and I’ll be gone by the morning. Then I won’t have to be your liability to shoulder ever again.”

I didn’t wait around to see his response. Somewhere deep inside I was actually excited to see him. To meet the person my scrawny, gangly brother had turned into. Now he was… a man. Like a real man. I never thought I’d see him with long hair, but here we are. He was tall and muscular and had long hair. Shoulder length, but the longest I’ve ever seen it. It suited him.

He looked healthy. He looked happy. For fucks sake he was engaged. Albeit to the most terrifying looking woman I’ve ever seen, but they looked like they somehow worked. I feel like Nesta and I would be great friends. Cause a lot of trouble together. Piss off Cass together

I found Dana and Arthur with glasses of wine around a large table, two other women that I hadn’t met yet.

“Ahh, this is her,” Rhys stood up, putting his hands on my shoulders. “This is Ira, Cassian’s sister.”

“After all this time,” a pretty blonde woman spoke, looking at me from head to toe. “Who knew Cassian could keep you a secret.”

“You look just like him,” a girl who looked similarly to Feyre said, eyes wide. “I’m Elain. And that’s Morrigan.”

“Mor is fine, dear,” Mor smiled, coming over to me and Rhys. “Would you like to see the rest of the house?”

“Absolutely,” I grinned, linking her elbow with mine when she offered. I knew Cassian had walked into the room because of his massive feet against the floor. He said something, but I didn’t care because I was giggling with Mor as we rounded a corner to a set of stairs.

“I know Elain said this already, but fuck you look like Cassian,” she laughed, opening a room and revealing a giant bed with a balcony on the other side of some french doors.

“It gets really fucking annoying,” I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have something I could change into, do you?”

“Oh, of course. Let's go find you something. You were saying about Cassian?”

“Right, it’s a constant reminder of that prick every time I look in the mirror.”

“Uh oh, trouble in paradise?”

“Trouble in a goddamn nightmare,” I groaned, sitting on the corner of her bed while she rummaged through a closet. “I mean, it has been five years since I’ve seen the guy, and he still looks like the same idiot who used to pay me to do his laundry.”

“He what?” Mor gasped.

“Yeah. He threw one red sock in with the whites and vowed to neer do it again. So I, the natural entrepreneur, snagged up the opportunity to take his allowance. Five bucks a wash was a good deal considering he needed to have a load done twice a week. And god did it smell.”

“Well, in the five years since I’ve known him, it hasn’t gotten any better. And suddenly it makes a lot more sense when I see Rhys doing more laundry than anyone else. Interesting.”

I shook my head. I guess things haven't really changed. I’ve been saying that way too much in the past half hour we’ve been here. Could this go any slower? Like seriously, why couldn’t Dana and Arthur leave, then I would pretend to be good for a few hours until the sun goes down. I’ll make my way to the nearest bus stop and hitch-hike it all the way back.

Mor came out and held up a gorgeous top; it was a powder blue color with a square neckline and long, puff sleeves. She tossed it my way and then ran back in there for something on the bottom.

“What’s your style? Skirt? Jeans? Leggings?” Mor called, and by the muffled noise, I could tell her closet was huge.

A dream.

“I’ll take a skirt if you have one,” I said, rubbing the fabric between my fingers. “Leather maybe? Or just black.”

“You’ve got good taste,” she smirked, coming out and handing me a black leather skirt. “Exactly what I would’ve gone with. The bathroom is right through there, I’m gonna head back down stairs and just come down whenever you’re ready. Oh, and if you want to do your hair, everything is in the drawer in the vanity. The big one on the right.”

I looked at her with soft eyes. I’ve always wanted to have a sister to do all that girly shit with. To gossip and do makeup at three in the morning, giggling and laughing until we can’t breathe.

But I can’t get too attached. She’s clearly just being nice, just being a good person. I know nothing about her, I can’t just trust her.

So I nodded, heading off and closing the door behind me. Fuck. This was a big ass bathroom. A huge freestanding tub and an equally impressive shower.

I shed my shirt and folded it up haphazardly, same with my jeans. The shirt she gave me made my boobs look fantastic. There wasn’t a ton there, but more than enough to fill out the shirt. The skirt was a bit of a different story. Clearly Mor had never been to a gym because there was no way my ass was fitting in that.

Thankfully I had learned a trick from a friend. That friend was the internet. And that trick was a skill I had developed from stealing whatever clothes I could get my hands on. I had to make it work somehow. But I found a hair tie and looped it through the hole where the button was in the middle, hooking it around the button and back through.

As good as it was going to get.

My hair wasn’t awful, just a little greasy and wind blown from being outside. There was some dry shampoo and a comb. It would do the trick.

Much like everyone has already pointed out, the hair that Cassian and I shared was a little unruly. It only curled through the ends and was wavy the rest of the way. And the baby hairs? Forget about it, I was better just cutting them off.

I looked in the mirror. Well… it was certainly an outfit. I definitely had an appropriate amount of clothes on my body for a family dinner. The shirt only came up to my underboob and the skirt barely covered where my ass met my thighs.

It did wonders for my self confidence. Guess it’ll have to do.

When I got back downstairs, there was a light chatter in the air. But it stopped the second I walked in the room. Especially when Dana saw what I was wearing.

No one spoke as I sat down and poured some water from the pitcher into my glass. I made sure to make my sip as obnoxious and dramatic as possible. Man I was starving.

Thankfully conversation between Rhys, Feyre, and Dana resumed and the silence wasn’t eating me alive. I took out my phone and scrolled through instagram, posting a picture of a lake I had taken on my up here. It was a semi nice drive, very peaceful, but very very far from the shit-hole I used to call home.

“How do all of you know each other?” Arthur asked.

“Well I met Cassian when we were in high school, as well as our other friend Azriel. We made a deal with each other that when we graduate, we would do everything in our power to become the most powerful business owners we could. As you can see, that little pact is working quite well.” “How long have you lived here?” Dana asked next, clearly eyeing up Rhys.

“For about three years now?” Mor answered, Rhys nodded. “We kind of all found each other on the same paths and stuck together. We sort of own and share everything around here.”

“That is lovely,” Dana smiled. “And what do you do?”

“I own a casino and a neighboring hotel,” Rhys smiled. All the alarm bells were going off in my head. A big cartoon ‘cha-ching’ right there with it. He ran a casino? And a hotel? Oh boy this could be good. “Cassian runs the whole thing, and Azriel kind of has his own thing.”

“Who’s Azriel?” Arthur unfolded the napkin and laid it across his lap.

“He is our other friend,” Cassian butted in, lips pressed in that line that I remembered. “He’ll be by later.”

“Great,” I rolled my eyes. “More people.”

“Will you please be polite for once in your life?” Dana whisper-yelled, clearly not being discrete enough since everyone looked at us.

I just shut my mouth, grinding my teeth. It’s not worth it, it's not worth it, I told myself. A few moments later, a large tray with some type of bird on it came out. It was too big to be a chicken, but too small to be a turkey? Duck maybe? I don’t know, it didn’t matter. It was food.

Everyone around me took their time while I ate like a heathen. Putting a little bit of everything on my plate and scarfing it down like someone was going to take it away from me.

It was so funny to see the look of pure hatred and disgust on Cassian’s stupid face.

I swear, pissing off a sibling, especially an older one, has got to be the most satisfying thing in the world. Except for maybe sex. That was a close second.

And whatever this food was was a close third.

“So, Ira. What do you like to do?”

Here we go.

“I kind of have many hobbies.” I could see Cassian’s eyes narrow from across the table.

“Like?” Rhys stuck a green bean in his mouth.

“Uhh, f-fashion. And I’m very good at handling money. Other people's money. As well as picking locks and hotwiring cars-”

“She’s joking,” Cassian gave the fakest laugh– besides Dana’s– that I’ve ever heard. “We used to play cops and robbers when we were little, she always wanted to be the robber.”

“Did I?’”

“Yes,” he practically growled. “You did.”

This was crazy. This was actually crazy to be doing this right now. If I had any particular feeling about the things I did, guilty and ashamed were not some of them. Who gave a fuck if I stole from Walmart or faked being a waitress to make a few extra bucks? If anything they should be thanking me for the extra set of hands. Which they didn’t have to pay for.

It wasn’t like I stole the Mona Lisa for fucks sake.

“I guess I did.”

“What was Cassian like growing up? I can only imagine some of the stories you have,” Nesta chimed in from next to Cassian.

“Oh my god one time, Cassian was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich-”

“Do not-”

“And he thought that the peanut butter was in the fridge for some reason. Turns out he grabbed a bottle of dijon mustard and used that instead. He took one bite and threw up everywhere. It took Dana a week to get the smell out of the kitchen.”

Everyone grimaced, poking fun at Cassian for making a jelly-mustard sandwich. “I guess that explains the nausea every time I make one.”

“You still can’t stomach even the smell?” My eyes were a little wide. That had to have been from when we were still in elementary school.

“Nope,” Cassian’s tone was harsh, fork forceful as it went into his mouth.

“Ira told me that you used to pay her to do your laundry because you fucked it up one time,” Mor snickered from her corner, Elain covering her lips with her hand to keep the water inside her mouth.

“Seriously?” Cassian glared at me.

“Hey, she asked. Those are trade sibling secrets, I wouldn’t dare give those away without something in return,” I gestured to my new outfit. Just and FYI, I would’ve told Mor regardless.

“Yes you would.”

Yes, I absolutely would. “Lighten up,” here it comes, “Cassie.”

Cheers and laughs raised in the air, Rhys punching Cassian in the shoulder and saying the nickname over and over again. He gave me the nastiest look, but I just tipped my glass towards him.

“What is everyone laughing about?” A new voice said from over my shoulder. When I turned to look… holy mother of Jesus fucking-

“Azriel,” Rhys, still in a fit of laughter. “Listen to this. Our beloved Cassie used to pay his sister to do his laundry. And I found out the reason he runs away whenever any of us set peanut butter on the counter.”

“Sister?”

Okay, I was surely in heaven. Or hell, and he was some sort of demon prince because… someone help me. If I thought Rhys was attractive then… fuck he’s hot. Unnaturally hot. Otherworldly hot.

“Azriel, this is my sister. Ira,” Cassian gestured to me without looking. “This is Azriel.”

He was so hot. That was the only thing going through my mind. He was exactly my type. And he was fucking ripped. I could tell. I didn’t need to see under the shirt he was barely wearing. It was so tight in all the right places. Fuck he was pretty to look at.

“Nice to meet you,” I tumbled out.

Azriel gave a not-so-subtle look at me, but didn’t say anything as he moved to sit with us. Unfortunately he sat on the other side of Mor, who was to my left so I wouldn’t be able to look at him. That’s all I wanted to do was just drink him in and think about those massive fucking hands on my-

A sharp kick to my shin had me wincing. When I looked up, Cassian met my heated gaze.

Don’t even think about it, he mouthed, sliding a thumb across his throat.

One raise of my eyebrow told him I was up for the challenge. I could see his jaw clench, and that only made me more enticed. Azriel was hot, and so was I. I’d make it happen one way or another.

I couldn’t have told you what happened next, I was far too busy thinking about Azriel. Man he was… he was so fucking good looking. He had these lighter colored eyes, hazel I think. And a dark mess of hair. I’m sure he looked like a Greek god under those clothes of his, too.

“And you’re engaged? That’s wonderful, Cassian. I am so happy for you,” Dana gushed while looking at Nesta’s ring. “Congratulations, you two. Do you have a date picked out?”

“No,” Nesta said sternly. “We are just going to wait things out. Until both of us feel ready.”

Cassian nodded, not offering up any words.

“What would you guys like for dessert?” Rhys asked, listing off a few options. I stopped paying attention after chocolate cake because who would want to hear anything else?

“I’m afraid we better get on the road, it is a long drive back to our home. Thank you for dinner, it was delicious,” Arthur stood up from the table, shaking Rhys’s hand. “Cassian, a word, please?”

With a deep breath, Cassian stood up and followed the old man out of the room.

“Okay, now that he’s gone, can we all agree that there is something wrong with him? I’ve never seen him so… so rigid in my life,” Mor blew out air from her lips, shaking her head.

“I think I better uhh… better explain a little bit.” My heart sped up a bit. “Dana and Arthur are kind of fed up with me so they’re just gonna take off. And leave me here. But don’t worry, I’m just gonna find a bus stop in the morning and be gone before any of you wake up. No biggie.”

The room was silent except for my fork scratching on the plate. When I looked up, everyone was looking at me funny.

“Ira, what? They’re gonna leave you here?” “It is a long story. And they think I need a role model to get my life together. Why Cassian is that role model I’ll never understand because the last I knew of him he was just as irresponsible as I was.”

Rhys took a sip of wine, “How long has it been since you’ve seen each other?”

“Five-six years now I think? I don’t know, I stopped counting after eight months,” I shrugged. Truth is I haven’t stopped counting the days since he left. I took a big piece of this chocolate cake into my mouth. “Fuck, this is good.”

“What happened?”

“We are lightyears away from you being able to ask that,” I laughed. “No offense but, it’s none of your fucking business.”

Again, the room was silent, except for a small snort at the end of the table. It wasn’t Elain because she was so red she looked like she was gonna pass out. And the only other one was Azriel.

“Hint taken,” Rhys pressed his lips in a flat line. “Well, you are Cassian’s family, so you are always welcome in our home.”

“Trust me, I don’t want to be here any more than you want me to be. I’ll figure it out, I always have. It’ll be like I was never here,” I took another forkful and shoved it in. Damn, I was gonna miss this cake. “So, Rhys, you own a casino and a hotel. What do the rest of you do?”

“Well, Cassian runs the casino and hotel,” Rhys pointed out again. “Azriel owns and runs the adjacent club attached. We basically have our own empire here.”

“Sounds fun,” I smirked. He owned a club? Could he get any hotter? “What about you Mor.”

“I am the best fucking bartender this place has seen,” her grin matched my own. “And I model here and there.” “Badass.” “I have an art studio. I teach classes and do some workshops,” Feyre said. “But most of the time I am at home with our son Nyx. He is… he’s a handful. A spoiled handful.”

“Hey,” Mor said, “to be fair, he is the first kid in our group, what did you expect?”

“He’s barely two, he doesn’t need designer clothes that he won’t fit into after a few months anyway. It's a waste of money.”

“Feyre, darling, I don’t know if you’ve looked around, but we kind of have a lot of money. It could use some wasting,” Rhys patted her thigh under the table.

I can only hope to have enough financial security to be able to say sentences like that. They could probably retire right now, all of them, and never make a dent in their fortune. Lucky bastards.

“What is it that you do, Ira?” Azriel poked his head from around Mor.

“Oh,” fuck fuck fuck fuck. What the hell was I supposed to say? Certainly the fact that I commit petty crimes won’t go over well. “I’ve had a lot of jobs. I don’t have a set career yet.”

“So hot-wiring cars is just a hobby then?”

A stream of water shot out of Mor’s mouth and onto the table. How did he even hear that?

“It’s a skill. Don’t come crying to me when your battery dies and you don’t wanna pay a hundred and fifty dollars for Triple A to come and pick up your ass,” I deflected. Another skill I had built up over the years.

“And the locks?” Wow, he was kind of an asshole with supersonic hearing. I could see why he and Cassian hung around together.

“I was a locksmith,” I mustered up my best smile and scooted my chair so I was sitting at an angle.

“Ah, so it wasn’t just the ‘cops and robbers’ you and Cassie used to play growing up. Good to know,” Azriel wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin. He stood up, saying something about having to leave because he had to open up. Just as he was walking by, I stuck my toe into the walkway and he tripped over me.

Azriel all but went through the wall, Cassian coming around at the last second and catching his arm.

“You alright?” He asked as Azriel straightened himself out.

“Yup. Fine.” The glare he gave me sent a shiver down my spine and a smirk curled at my lips. Two can play that game, mother fucker.

I, very gracefully, scratched the corner of my nose with my middle finger. He got the message. But so did Cassian.

“Your stuff is in the driveway. Go get it and meet me upstairs.” Cassian looked so pissed off. His shoulders were pinned to his ears again as he stalked away, that silence settling back in the room.

“Guess that’s my cue to get a move on. Thank you everyone, a pleasure to meet you all,” I said with a genuine tone. They were all cool, and some part of me wishes I could have what they all have. Trust in one another.

The three duffle bags and backpack were not light as I carried them up the stairs, trying not to knock over all the decorations and pictures on the wall. One of them didn’t survive. It crashed all the way down and shattered on the hardwood floor. Cassian cursed from somewhere.

With a thud, I let go of all the bags in some random room at the end of the hall. It was barely big enough to call a hobbit hole. There wasn’t a window or a real bed, just some cot with a pillow and a blanket. “Glamourous.”

“It’s the best that I could do,” Cassian all but rolled his eyes.

“A couch would’ve been better,” I plopped down on the taught fabric, bouncing a little. “Sorry about the frame.” “It’s fine,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, Ira I’m sorry about how I left you.” “Yeah well apologies don’t mean a fucking thing to me unless you fix it, Cassian,” I folded my arms over my chest. “And for the record, I would’ve understood if you would’ve just fucking told me what was going on. Instead, not only did you not tell me, you ghosted me.” “I know.” I just blinked up at him, waiting for an explanation. “Well?”

Nothing. Not even a strangled breath. “I just had to.”

“That’s the best you can do? Are you seriously still that fucking thick in the head?” “I didn’t have a choice, Ira,” he shouted.

“Yes,” I nodded. “You absolutely had a choice. You could’ve at least left me a fucking note with a number on it so I could talk to you. You were all I had, Cass. All I fucking had and you just disappeared. What did you expect me to do?"

Cassian shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I-I don’t know. I thought you’d get yourself together and make it out too. Build your own empire, like the one we have here.”

“In case you forgot, I didn’t get to finish school like you did.”

“Well that’s not my fault.”

The fucking nerve. I stood up, barely coming to his chest, and smacked him across the face. His head jerked to the side, and his mouth fell open. I shoved him into the wall on the other side of the hallway and he fell into it.

“You are a piece of fucking shit Cassian.”

“Ira-” “Did you really think that I would end up alright without you there? Could you really be that fucking stupid?”

“I didn’t think that-”

“Of course you didn’t. You never have. You’ve only ever thought about yourself and what would benefit you. You never gave a shit about me, I was just a burden you couldn’t get rid of.” “That’s not true,” he gritted his teeth.

“Tell me that I am not a constant reminder of dad. Or mom. Tell me.” I waited for a response. When nothing came, I felt the nausea roll through my body. “You are one sorry son of a bitch Cassian.”

“Jesus Ira you think I wanted to abandon you?” “You haven’t given me one other reason to believe anything different,” I was screaming now. I didn’t care if anyone else heard. “The last memory I have of you is seeing you packing a fucking bag and climbing out your window, what else am I supposed to believe about you?”

A door clicked open, and Azriel emerged. He looked at us with raised eyebrows. He had changed into all black. Fuck him and his good looks and his perpetually messy hair that I wanted to tug on.

“Everything alright?”

No, you fucking prick.

“Just re-kindling our sibling rivalry,” I gave a mocking look, staring down Azriel. “Mind your own damn business. This doesn’t concern you.”

“Ira,” Cassian said, somewhat appalled.

“Just fuck off, Cassian,” I waved my hand at him. “Like I said, I’ll be gone in the morning and you don’t ever have to worry about making it up to me again because you won’t be able to. Hope you are happy living in your perfect little bubble with your perfectly little circle. Hope they’re all more important to you than I ever was.”

I slammed the door shut quicker than he could get a response out, leaning against it. I hadn’t ever realized that I was shaking.

Whatever. Fuck him too. I don’t need Cassian. I haven’t needed him for the past six years. God, had it really been that long?

There was no use in unpacking so I just piled the bags in the corner of the room. And there was also nothing to do besides lay down simply because there wasn’t enough room to do anything else.

Maybe when everyone has gone to sleep, or home, I’ll go sneak around. Take something just to piss him off. Nothing too valuable, but something really inconvenient like all the salt and pepper shakers or all the spoons. Or one of the Corvettes in the driveway.

I could easily pick out which one was his; the yellow one with the black stripes on the hood. He always loved to be bold. How he fit in there I’ll never know.

My mind was racing with thoughts, but eventually I had fallen asleep because the sun was peeking through the crack under my door. I stirred and sat up, tucking my boob back into the shirt since it slipped out. Not my proudest moment for sure.

I changed into a hoodie and some other jeans, folding the shirt and skirt up to give back to Mor. It didn’t feel right to take them. She didn’t do anything wrong.

With far more precision, I made it downstairs to the front door. It unlocked easily, thankfully no alarm system went off. The chill of the early morning greeted me and I slipped out silently.

Fuck, this driveway was long. Couldn’t they be normal and have a normal fucking sized driveway? It was so unnecessary.

And of course there was nothing at the end of it. Just the road and nothing else. Not another house or anything. Who knows how far it could be until a bus station. Hopefully this place wasn’t filled with a bunch of weirdos and I wouldn’t get kidnapped.

The thought of carrying all these bags for miles would tear up my back and shoulders. I didn’t have that much but… I needed all of it.

“Ira!”

I whirled around and saw a Cassian shaped silhouette coming down the driveway. Oh great.

“Come to demand I pay for the broken frame?” “Stay.”

What? “What?”

Cassian breathed heavily, “Stay. I-I am so sorry for what I said. And you’re right, I don’t ever think of anyone other than myself. And I’m sorry I never told you where I was going. I want to fix it, but I can’t if you don’t at least let me try.”

I dropped the bags, totally not believing what I was hearing. “And what if I don’t give a flying fuck if you want to or not?”

Cassian completely deflated. “Please, Ira. I made a promise to Dana and Robert that I would look after you. I miss you. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where I don’t feel like a piece of shit for what I did."

So what if he made a promise to Dana and Arthur? He made a promise to me first. To always stick together. To always be there. He hung me out to dry before I even had a chance to notice.

I fucking hated Cassian. More than anything right now I wanted to watch him be boiled alive. Could he really even help me anyway? What was the fucking point of any of this? I was already humiliated, and dragging innocent people into my bullshit surely didn’t help.

Throw Cassian back into the mix and my kleptomaniac behaviors will definitely skyrockets.

“Why should I?”

“Because what other option do you realistically have?”

“That is not fair,” I flare my nostrils. “You have no right to waltz back into my life and pretend you give a shit about me.”

“You were the one who was dropped on my doorstep,” Cassian pointed out, making my stomach drop.

“You know, you’re doing a shit job at showing that you legitimately want me to stay, asshole.” I was getting a little angry. Good things did not happen when I felt betrayed. “And for the record, I tried to talk them out of bringing me here, but they went around me and got a fucking court order. So, whether you want to believe it or not, it was not my choice to be here. I can’t even go back with Dana and Arthur because there will be a warrant out for my arrest.”

“Shit…” Cassian dragged a hand over his face. “Ira I’m-”

“Sorry. I know. But you lost the privilege of my forgiveness long ago. It is gonna take a hell of a lot more than ‘I’m sorry’ to fix what you’ve done to me.”

“I know, I know,” Cassian softened his eyes and his voice, standing tall in front of me. “Just… give me something. Anything, and I will never betray you ever again.”

Should I believe him? I have no fucking idea what to do. All my alarm bells are telling me to run and don’t look back, but that gaping pit in my stomach is melting into him and those stupid fucking puppy dog eyes of his. So unfair.

This was gonna be a rough fucking time. Nothing about this was going to be easy, but… he was right. I didn’t have another option. And maybe there was something salvageable between Cassian and I. It would take a hell of a lot of convincing to be able to trust him ever again, but he was still Cassie. That same smug son of a bitch who gave the best hugs in the world.

If he wanted me to stay, there were going to have to be some sacrifices on his end. Mostly just to piss him off and make him sulk.

“I want a real fucking room.”

“Any one in the house.”

“I want yours.”

“Absolutely not,” Cassian furrowed his brow. “Plus, I don’t even live here anymore. Just Rhys, Feyre and Nyx. Nesta, Azriel and I live in the next town.”

“So what, you all just visit together and pretend to be a big happy family?” I scoffed, kicking a stone.

“We don’t pretend, Ira,” he didn’t say it rudely, but more matter of fact-ly. And he looked at me like I had never known what a family was. I guess he forgot that when he left it kind of ruined me. Or again maybe he just didn’t care what it would do to me back then.

Cassian looked sad. Not depressed or upset, just sad.

“Your room or I’m gonna walk away right now.” There was no room for negotiating in my voice. I could see the conflict in his eyes, but with a sigh he gave in.

“Fine, you can have my room here,” Cassian rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Was that so hard?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Actually it was. I spent weeks designing that room. All for it to go to fucking waste.” “Sucks to suck I guess,” I smirked, shouldering two of my bags. “I’m gonna work hard, you know. I’m tired of always being in the fucking mud.”

“Yes, you are going to work hard. You’re going to have to follow some rules and check in. And you’re gonna have a curfew.”

“A curfew? What am I, thirteen?”

“Until you can prove to me that you’re not gonna go and rob a bank, yes, you’ll have a curfew,” Cassian picked up my other bags and started walking back to the house. “We’re gonna find you a job because I will not be funding your operation.”

“What happened to ‘we have a lot of money. It could use some wasting’?”

“Rhys wasn’t wrong,” Cassian said. “But just because we have it doesn’t mean you get access to it.”

“Jeez, sorry I brought it up, grumpy pants,” my turn to roll my eyes. “And what kind of rules anyway?”

“We’ll talk about it later. Some of us like to get a full eight hours of sleep every day so I am going back to bed. You’re not allowed to leave the house until I say so, so find something to do.”

“Or someone,” I whispered to myself. But Cassian heard. “A joke.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you eye fucking Azriel,” Cassian practically gagged. “That is one of your rules. You are not allowed to be engaged with him in any type of way. The last thing he needs right now is you.”

“Right to the heart.”

“I mean it, he’s been through a lot the past year and a half. It took him a long time to get to where he is and I won’t let you ruin it for him,” Cassian said possessively. “He, along with everyone else, is my family. Fuck with them and you’re dealing with me.” “News flash, buddy, so am I. We share the same DNA, and hair and eyes according to everyone else on the fucking planet,” I genuinely could not see it.

“Ira, I’m serious. If you fuck around with Azriel and I find out I sweat to-”

“Jesus, calm down Vengeance. Gotham is safe from the Joker,” I followed him inside, clicking the door shut behind me. “I won’t get involved with Azriel.”

“Good.”

Life is too short to not fuck who you want, who gives a shit about what other people think. Sorry Cassian, but I am gonna fucking break that promise if it’s the last thing I do. And so help me god when I do get my hands on him because I’ll never let go.

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Van Vandalism

The not-so-long-awaited van vandalism fic based on this snippet! I hope you guys enjoy it and if you have any title ideas, please let me know in the comments!

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Eddie was having a rough time. While the events of Spring Break were in his rearview, he was still facing the consequences of being branded a freak murderer by the police in a small town. The overzealous Christian townsfolk, now aware of his glaring differences and eccentricities, seemed to make it a goal to make his life as hard as possible. Eddie could hardly leave his trailer without being chased with metaphorical pitchforks. Whether it be by threatening to kick his ass at school or vandalizing his van in the grocery store parking lot, the people of Hawkins were relentless. Eddie didn’t really care about the threats to his own safety or even some minor beatings, he’d gotten used to it through his years of high school.

However, when the townsfolk started to come after Wayne is when Eddie got concerned. Wayne had lived in Hawkins his entire life and now the people that he grew up with, the people he was friends with, were turning on him because of Eddie. They were spray painting nasty words on the trailer, slashing the tires on the van, and smashing the windows on Wayne’s truck. And Eddie and Wayne? They were losing their patience. They didn’t have the extra money to fix the windows or keep replacing tires. Wayne was pulling doubles at the plant to try to bring in some more money and Eddie was picking up shifts at the garage but they still weren’t bringing in enough to cover for the damages.

One day after school, Eddie came out of the building to find all four of his tires slashed. He couldn’t even safely walk home either because old Herbert Green and his son had threatened to jump him the day before. So, he stood on the curb staring at his van for three minutes before tears started to drip down his face.

He didn’t deserve any of this. He didn’t hurt anyone. All he’d ever done was try to create a safe space for outsiders, the people that couldn’t feel safe anywhere else, and now he was paying the price. He wasn’t a murderer! He was just a gay metalhead kid who liked nerdy shit and couldn’t focus in school. But in the minds of all the townspeople, everything about him was grounds for a lifetime in prison.

He was still staring at his van when he felt a hand wrap around his upper arm. Eddie didn’t even think before spinning around with a fist in the air.

“Woah,” Steve said as he ducked out of the way of the punch. “Jesus Christ, Munson! I can’t get another concussion, do you even know what Robin would do to me?”

Eddie sighed in response and sagged against his van, Steve’s hand still wrapped around his bicep. “Sorry dude, you scared me. I wasn’t expecting Sir Steve to be back at his abandoned castle. Which quest hast summoned you to return to your former dwelling?”

Steve’s eyes squinted like they always did when he tried to translate Eddie’s language into modern English. God, it was one of Eddie’s favorite things about him. After a moment, the squint left his eyes and his mouth opened in understanding.

“You, man. The kids called and said the basketball team fucked up your tires. Thought you could use a ride,” Steve said and shrugged. He was still wearing the ugly Family Video vest over a gray polo that hugged his shoulders in all of the right places. “Eddie?”

He shook his head to snap out of it. No straight guy wanted their gay, albeit still in the closet, friend checking them out when they’re trying to do them a favor. Or so Eddie would imagine.

“Um, yeah. Yes please. I do need a ride. This is the third time they’ve pulled this shit and I won’t be able to afford new tires for a good three weeks. Fuck, how am I going to get to work now?”

Steve hummed before lightly smacking Eddie’s shoulder and ignoring his affronted glare. “I know! You can use my car! I mean, you’ll have to drop me off at work before school and pick me up after but other than that, I don’t really go anywhere anyways. You can just take the Beemer to work, school, and wherever else you go.”

Eddie was absolutely dumbfounded. Sure, he and Steve had become good friends after Spring Break but he was going to inconvenience himself by letting him take his car? “Stevie, I can’t take your car. What if you need it? It’s too much-”

“Eddie. Look man, you can use it for however long you need to. If I need it back, I’ll call you for the keys, okay? Just give me rides to work and pick up the kids if they need to go somewhere. The little shits aren’t riding their bikes anymore.” Steve told him and pressed his keys into the palm of Eddie’s hand. “Now, leave the van for now and give me a ride back to the video store, I still have 6 hours left on my shift and if I’m not back by the end of my break, Keith is going to lose his shit.”

Eddie just smiled and shook his head. He still couldn’t believe that Steve “The Hair” Harrington was actually a good dude. He’d dragged his sorry ass out of hell, lied to the cops to be his alibi, and now was loaning him his car just to make Eddie’s life easier. How’d he get so lucky as to have Steve in his life? Now if only he could get him to switch from the Tears for Fears moaning from the speakers to Metallica.

When they pulled up to Family Video, Eddie made a move to get out but Steve just grabbed his arm with a, “hey, wait. Where are you going? Your shift at the garage starts in 20 minutes.”

“Yeah so I have to go. If I start running now, I can make it before my lungs give out and kill me.” Eddie said, shaking him off.

“Dude. I was serious about you taking my car, I wasn’t just going to have you go out of your way to drive me to work in my own car. Take it and be back to pick me up at 11:30, okay? Have a good shift,” Steve murmured, patting Eddie’s hand and running into the store.

And then Eddie was left in the car alone, utterly bewildered and still reeling at Steve’s generosity. But he did have to go to work so off he went. Driving in the Beemer was a lot different than driving in the van. Firstly, there were no weird banging sounds coming from underneath the hood or any screeching noises of the brakes. The ride was silent aside from the horrendous pop music squealing from the radio station Steve had left on low. Next, the ride went smoother. Eddie didn’t have any jocks tailgating him or blonde-haired mothers glaring at him from the curb. He did receive a couple of double takes when other drivers realized it wasn’t Steve Harrington driving his signature Beemer but Eddie enjoyed the looks of shocked befuddlement. Huh, maybe Steve was onto something.

(What Eddie didn’t know is that everyone that took a double-take wasn’t wondering why Eddie Munson was driving his car but instead, when had Steve gotten back together with Nancy Wheeler?)

When Eddie finished his shift at the garage though and made his way to pick up Steve from work, goddamn Officer Callahan pulled him over. He hated this fucking guy. He especially hated how cocky he looked as he strolled up to the driver’s side window and leaned against it.

Eddie could only glare at him completely unimpressed as he asked, “can I help you, Officer?”

“Why, as a matter of fact, I think you can! You see, all day we’ve been getting calls of a curly-haired imposter joy-riding around in Steve Harrington’s BMW. Can you explain that?” Officer Callahan was smirking as he explained himself, obviously finding joy in interrupting Eddie’s peaceful night.

“I’m not joyriding, I went to work and now I’m picking him up from work. Steve lent me his car because someone slashed my tires for the third time this month. You’d know about that though, right? You know, considering I’ve tried to file a report each time. You ever going to do anything about that by the way?” Eddie rebutted.

“You expect me to believe that Steve Harrington let you, Eddie Munson, borrow his car? How much grass have you smoked?”

Eddie just sighed in frustration. “Look Callahan, I’ve tried to be nice but you’re pissing me off. Here I am, a law-abiding citizen, and you’re just accusing me of these heinous crimes? Grand theft auto, drug use, what’s next… murder? Oh wait! We’ve been there and I was found innocent of that too! Let me leave or next time I see the Chief, I’m going to tell him that his least favorite deputy was harassing me. Do you want Hopper mad at you? Is that what you need in your life?”

“What… um no. You don’t have to do that. Just, just get where you’re going and make sure Harrington gives us a call at the station about his car. Um, have a good uh night,” Officer Callahan said while awkwardly ambling back to his car.

Then, Eddie was off again. This time with heavy metal blasting through the Beemer speakers and through the open windows into the wind. He was going to pick up Stevie and treat him to a night full of movies, weed, and junk food like he deserved.

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(@anzelsilver you're the only person who reblogged the snippet so here's a tag to the whole fic!)

#Steve appreciates the break from driving anyways so he might as well let Eddie use his car #his love language is acts of service and it shows #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #officer callahan #fanfic

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In my dreams you call me back, but I hope you don’t -

Peter B. found you. After Miguel had accosted Miles, he came back to collect a few odds before heading back to his universe when he found you, wiggling your fingers and toes, trying to get a little more control in your loose limbs. The look on his face is all you needed to know - he was worried for Miles, for Miguel, for his daughter, and for you now, too.

He connected the dots quickly when it came to you two, but he kept his mouth shut. It was none of his business, and he figured you were good for O’Hara. He’d figured incorrectly, and he apologized for it over and over as he hoisted you over his shoulder. You demanded he leave you, your stubbornness was stifling, even half-dead you were set on confronting Miguel. Peter insisted that now, more than ever, was not the time. O’Hara was coming unglued, you’d be best to leave now and save some face.

Peter left you in your world, seeming smaller now as he waved his final goodbye. He’d spent some time cleaning your wound, taking a sample to figure out any sort of solution to curb the venom. A small part of him wanted to stay, but he had his own family to protect now. He had Miles to worry for, too. He kept his watch, you knew that meant he wasn’t able to even consider the risk staying would raise.

You knew you couldn’t step away from helping your city, so you pushed your feelings to the back of your mind - this was a canon event in your head. Betrayal was part of the game, no? A lesson learned in placing your trust in someone who knew what to say to pull at your heart. You resign that it was all for the endgame to Miguel. Fine.

It was a few days before you felt the familiar tingle in the back of your skull. You feel it before you hear the footsteps. You’re on your guard before the window even opens. Your mask feels too tight around your skull when the black and red suit flashes before your eyes. You don’t hesitate as you throw your weight at him - you hurl a leg around his throat and try to haul him to the floor. You forget how big he is - how sturdy and strong he’d gotten. He throws a hand on your thigh and moves your momentum over his own head. You’re quick to roll from your back to crouch, ready to fling yourself again.

His hands are up as you turn to face him, “hold on, wait I - stop.” He’s hoarse. He sounds like he’s done nothing but eat gravel for the last few days. You, of course, do not stop. You’re shooting web to catch at least one hand to the wall behind him, hitting it with a hollow thunk.

His mask falls and he eyes you, his eyes burn your skin through your mask. “I’m sorry, wait. I don’t want a fight.” You know he’s holding back, he hasn’t made a single move since he came in. “Mi amor, please…” The way he sounds makes your nose wrinkle, you couldn’t help the anger bubbling in your tight throat, “don’t,” you put a hand in the air, “do not call me that.”

The look on his face hits you in the gut, “you know I’m sorry, but I had t-”

“You didn’t have to do anything! Your hand was never forced. Ya’made the choice, you di’it!” You don’t remember stepping so close to him, squaring up to his chest with a finger poking straight through his heart. He sighs, a soft you’re right is all you get. His forehead hangs and the fire in your chest dies to a cool tinge, your feelings are hurt, you rationalize, maybe you were overreacting. Your jaw is still tight as he eyes you through his lashes, he looks embarrassed, ashamed of what he had to do, “Mierda… you know I just didn’t know what else to do, I had to keep you safe, you know that.” His voice catches. “If you got hurt because of some stupid kid, I - por favor, mi amor.” His other hand falls to your shoulder, fingers playing with the hem of your mask.

You grab his wrist, “you don’t get to play the wounded hero card,” you use your other hand to pull the mask off, the bite mark was deep, deeper than he’d ever left before - you know that’s what he wanted to see, “Peter found me, while you were too busy chasing a kid, Peter took me home. He patched me up, made sure I was alright. You hid in your ivory castle.” It’s vindictive, words coming out to wound him further. You wanted to rub salt in his wounds the same way he did to you. “Was it deep?” He searches for any stray marks from below the gauze. It was probably healed at this point, but the scar would linger, you knew that. The venom would leave a permanent mark in your flesh. You give a little nod in lieu of a real response - it had hurt, the radiating sting was the only thing you could feel after he left you all alone.

He shifts his head to stare into your eyes now, a pleading look. You don’t relent, “I don’t have time to deal with this,” you do, “I’ve got things to wrap up here.” You do not. “I have to go, see yourself out, will’ya?” You have nowhere to go, nothing to do, you just couldn’t stand another minute looking into the face of someone you cared so deeply for.

You’re quick to turn, but he’s quicker, anticipating your retreat, “espera, por favor.” His hand wraps around your upper arm, stinging with a tight grip, “you can’t just walk away, we need your help back home. I - I need you there. Come back and we can forgive your transgressions.”

Snap - “My transgressions?” You roar in his face, swinging a clenched fist at his head as you turn your shoulders to face him, “my transgressions?” He’s quick to raise his other hand to catch your fist before it connects, tearing a small chunk of drywall off with the web, “I have nothing to apologize for! I made no mistakes!” You’re a head shorter than him, but you crane to match his gaze, his eyes are wide now, a leg swings up and connects with his ribs, causing him to double over just enough for your skull to connect with his, “I won’t apologize, you know I’m never going back-” you cut yourself off, yanking your arm from his grip and swinging again, with the same result as the last, “I told you I’d never forgive you!” Both of your fists are wrapped in his hands. You can see the patience on his face wane further and further as you carry on, he was never one for back-and-forth’s. His way, or no way.

“You’re acting like a spoiled brat, this isn’t about you.” His voice is even, if not raised to match your anger, his neck cranes, bringing his face inches from yours, “not everything is about you.” He’s sneering at you as he tosses you like a ragdoll to the hardwood floor with a painful thud. He’s quick to get on top of you, mounting you and invading your space again, “maybe I ought to remind you who’s in charge around here. Who’s payroll you’re still technically on.” He’s quick to collect your wrists and hoist them over your head, reminiscent of the last time he’d argued with you like this, “O’Hara! What - wait, stop.” You thrash a little below him, jaw tight and eyes screwed shut, panic rising like bile in your stomach, burning a hole in your throat, “stop.” You can’t buck his weight from your midsection, he’s in your face again with that wicked, sour grin. “You know, you looked awfully pretty sitting on my floor, it’s a shame Peter found you and not me. I had you running through my mind all night.” It’s vile, his implications, the way you can almost see the spit shining on his canines. He sweeps a nose to the gauze, inhaling deeply enough to make himself grunt, “I had all these big plans for you when I came back, I was disappointed to find my office empty, pretty.” You turn your head away from him just as he uses his free hand to smoosh your cheek to the dirty floor, pieces of drywall digging into your face as you huff, you know a reply would egg him on, “what, mi amor, nothing to say to me now? Come on, that mouth of yours is always so quick.” He’s just below your ear, you feel him press his lips there in mock-affection, the action makes you sick. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say you heard a hint of a moan as his sharp teeth grazed where his lips had just left. Your eyes shoot open, panic shocking your core. “O’Hara, stop…” It’s a whisper, “please, I’ll come back, just-”

“Just what? Tell me what you think you have to offer anymore.” It cuts deep, the sudden change in his tone, you feel his breath on your neck, the slick drip of drool coming from his fangs, Peter was right, something snapped with him. You’re in too deep.

He’s picking at the medical tape, peeling the bandages Peter had used from your sensitive skin, you hiss as he rips the last bit and feel him smile - “it did scar all pretty, huh?” He’s talking more to himself, you realize. “Good, I was hoping you’d have a pretty little mark.” His tongue sweeps across the tissue, you wriggle in vein below him, feeling the drops of spit rolling behind your neck and into your hairline. He was vile, animalistic as his teeth dig into the scarred flesh again. You let out a howl at the familiar tinge, tasting the venom in the back of your throat like anesthesia before surgery. “Maybe this time I can make proper use of such a pretty situation, no? Why not relax a little, you’re always so tense. Let me take care of you.”

a/n: we all know he’s a fucking freak, right? - pt. 1

#spider-man: across the spider-verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #dubcon

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fortheloveofwonderland · 9 months

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Me & You & Everyone We Know | Chapter 13 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - You and Spencer finally decide to go your separate ways but life keeps forcing you back together. Daisy and Penelope help Spencer take steps towards moving on.

Pairing - Single Dad! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, smut minors DNI.

A/N - the scene of their actual break up is short because I didn’t think it needed dragging out. It’s clear why they are splitting up and I feel a quick break would have been easier on them rather than dragging everything up again.

Warnings - break ups, brief mention of canon shootings, tears, talk of depression and sadness, Spencer tries to be honest with Daisy, cute domestic moments, Spencer gets nostalgic, very brief mentions of sexual activity.

WC - 5.4k

Chapter 13 - Life Ain’t Always Beautiful

Life ain't always beautiful,

You think you're on your way,

And it's just a dead end road at the end of the day.

But the struggles makes you stronger,

And the changes make you wise,

And happiness has its own way of takin' its sweet time.

You weren’t entirely surprised to find a dishevelled looking Spencer on your doorstep. He knew he’d messed up and he knew simply calling you wasn’t enough.

You didn’t invite him in, instead the two of you sat on the front steps of your apartment building in uncomfortable silence while you waited for him to say something.

He stared at the pavement, not looking at you because if he did he might break down. He needed to say what he’d come here to say.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it and I know that.” He finally spoke after several minutes of quiet. “Honestly I don’t even know what to say. I hide my feelings so well that I even forget about them sometimes. I wish it hadn’t come out the way it did but I can’t change that now.”

You stayed silent, not really having anything to say to him so you didn’t speak. Spencer sighed, his whole body going rigid as he breathed in and deflating as he breathed out.

“I did love my wife, of course I did. And despite everything, I still love her. But that’s incredibly confusing for me because I also love you.” He glanced up at you now and you could see in his eyes the way this was tearing him apart.

Under any other circumstances hearing Spencer Reid tell you he loved you would have elicited feelings of joy and elation. But not like, this wasn’t how you wanted to hear it. You inhaled sharply, nodding slowly at his words.

“I think you need to deal with whatever residual emotions you’ve been harbouring for her before you jump into something else. I don’t want to be someone’s second choice, Spencer.” You chewed the inside of your cheek as a way of trying to stem your tears.

“You deserve better than that.” He agreed. “I need to work on some things. I just wish I’d realised that before I met you.” His eyes swam with tears. “This is over isn’t it?”

“I think it has to be.” You nodded sadly.

“I’m so sorry I dragged you into this mess. For what it’s worth I wanted this to work out, I really did. But I think I always knew that my heart wasn’t fully mine to give away.” He managed to keep his tears at bay but they were still hindering his vision.

“Me too.” You replied simply, not having much else to say.

After that the two of you fell into silence on your front steps. The weight of the end hung heavy on you both. Neither of you wanted this to be over but both understood it had to be.

You stayed like this for a while, silently relishing in the company you’d grown so fond of and knowing it would soon be over.

After a while he left, simply waving at you as he descended the stairs to the street. You waved back and watched him go.

The second he was out of sight you missed him.

***

The moment he walked away was the moment he knew he’d made a mistake.

Dragging himself down your front steps and sliding into his car, starting the engine and pulling away from the curb, caused him more pain than he’d ever felt in his whole life.

It started as a dull ache in his chest as he merged onto the street, heading steadily down your block before taking the first left.

It grew it from an ache to a stabbing pain by the time he was a mile or so away from your apartment building.

By the time he pulled the car to a stop outside of Maeve and Bobby's, his entire body felt numb and as though it was on fire all at once.

He never thought he could feel pain like this, didn’t believe anything could hurt him the way Maeve’s affair had. Yet here he was, the agony ripping through his body like a flame's fierce talons, shredding, tearing, melting away every little piece of him until he was nothing but dust and ashes.

It reminded him of being shot, in the knee, in the neck; wherever. Except this was like being shot right through the heart over and over in quick succession, by a gun with a never ending chamber of bullets.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. How could losing someone he’d only known a few months be more painful than finding out of his wife’s infidelity?

Maybe he was feeling everything all at once. Perhaps now he’d confronted his emotions towards Maeve and lost you in the space of twenty four hours the loss had combined itself.

He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he was in more pain than he’d ever experienced before in his entire life. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like every small movement sent shockwaves through his entire body.

He only realised when he switched off the engine and caught a glimpse of himself in the rear view mirror that he was crying.

He couldn’t face his girls like this but he also couldn’t snap himself out of it. This wouldn’t do, he couldn’t be around his daughters in this state, they deserved more from him.

He pulled his cell phone from his pocket with a shaky hand and dialled her number. It rang twice before she answered.

“Spencer, hi.” She swallowed as she spoke.

“Uh…could you have the girls one more night?” He tried his best to keep the emotion from his voice.

He glanced up at the house, saw movement in a window and hoped she didn’t know he was outside.

“Is everything ok?” Maeve’s voice had a frown to it.

“I just…I’m not good.” He croaked. “I can’t…can’t explain. Please? I’ll pick them up from school tomorrow. I just can’t…can't see me like this.”

There were a few moments of silence down the line and he saw the curtains twitch upstairs. A sliver of her face appeared through the crack, looking down on his car on the side of the road.

As soon as she appeared she vanished again, the only thing telling him he hadn’t imagined it was the swaying of the curtains.

“Ok.” She replied eventually. “Of course I can have them another night.”

“Th-thank you.” He wrestled with a sob, knowing Maeve heard it down the phone.

“Take care of yourself Spencer.” She whispered.

His hand holding the phone gripped it tighter for a moment while the tears heavily flooded down his face.

“I’ll try.” He closed his eyes, slapping his other hand against the steering wheel. “Bye.”

He hung up swiftly, stuffing the device back inside his pocket and starting up the engine. He rubbed his eyes with his palms to try and rid them of tears enough for him to drive.

He didn’t stop crying the entire drive back to Virginia, couldn’t even if he wanted to. He parked on the drive and slumped out of the car, dragged himself up the steps and entered his home.

Another couch cushion lay in tatters on the floor, the scruffy dog rolling around joyfully in its debris.

Spencer simply rolled his eyes and headed past the stupid mutt towards the stairs.

It was still early but it didn’t stop him stripping down and getting into bed. He hoped it would stop the urge to go out and replenish his alcohol supply.

He’d left the door open a crack and it wasn’t all that long before he heard a snuffling by the door and then it creaked open a few inches. Seconds later a ball of grey matted fur leapt onto his bed.

He groaned at the dog but Taco didn’t even seem to notice as he turned around several times, finding the most comfortable spot, before flopping down on the mattress.

“This is not your bed.” Spencer’s voice was barely a whimper. “Goddamnit you’re a pain in my ass.”

Taco huffed out a breath as if he could understand Spencer’s words and his eyes started to flutter closed.

Spencer didn’t have the energy to forcibly remove the dog from his room so he ignored him instead, rolling away from him and onto his side.

He tucked one arm between his pillows and closed his own eyes. Sleep would be far out of reach but nonetheless he squeezed his eyes tightly shut and hoped to be sucked into unconsciousness.

Taco was already snoring behind him, not a care in the world to keep him awake. But for Spencer, sleep was but a pipe dream.

He laid awake for hours, images of the last day swirling behind his closed lids. When he did eventually fall asleep it was fretful at best and didn’t last long.

By the time the sun rose he felt less rested than he had before he went to bed. He called in sick to work, not able to face the outside world today.��

He’d have to surface eventually, pick himself up and piece himself back together in time to collect the girls from school. He had to be ok. He needed to be ok for them.

Even if he would never be ok again for himself.

***

“Hey dad?”

The voice snapped away from his computer screen for the first time in hours. His eyes were dry and had to blink a few times to be able to focus on his eldest daughter in the doorway of his office.

“Hey pumpkin. Oh sorry, am I allowed to call you that?” He pushed his chair back a little as she came further into the room.

“When my friends aren’t around you can.” Daisy shrugged.

“Fair enough.” He glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen, frowning a little at the time. “It’s almost midnight, why are you awake?”

“Why are you awake?” She deflected.

“Touché.” He laughed.

She moved further into the room and dropped down into the chair on the other side of his desk.

She’d been quiet since he’d picked the girls up from school, clearly annoyed she had to spend another night at her moms.

“Thank you for the party by the way. I had a really great time.” She toyed with the sleeve of her pyjama top.

“It was really all your moms idea. It’s her you should be thanking.”

This caused Daisy to wrinkle her nose and furrow her brows.

“I don’t believe you.” She huffed.

“I know you’re not happy with your mom right now, Daisy but that doesn’t stop her loving you. She heard you talking about a pool party, she asked grandpa Dave if you and your friends could use his house. I had nothing to do with it.” It pained him to admit as much.

Daisy huffed again, rolling her lip between her teeth the same way Spencer did when he was contemplating something.

“I’m still mad at her.” She grumbled.

“And that’s ok, you’re allowed to be angry, pumpkin but you’ve got to try and cut her some slack.” He leant his elbows on his desk.

“I’ll try.” She shrugged.

“That’s all I ask.” He smiled softly at her.

“Mom said you were sick. Are you feeling better?” She changed the subject, clearly not wanting to prolong a conversation about her mom.

“Kinda.” He nodded.

“You don’t look sick.” She scrutinised him with her eyes, the eyes that were so much her mothers.

Spencer chuckled, sitting back in his chair again.

“You’re too smart for your own good.” He laughed, knowing she wouldn’t drop it and wondering how honest to be with her. “I guess it wasn’t so much a physical kind of sickness, more mental.”

She furrowed her brows again, he could practically see the cogs turning in her head.

“Dad, are you depressed?”

“Uh…” he frowned, shaking his head. “Maybe, in a sense.”

“I thought you said you were happy?”

“I am, most of the time, sweetheart. But I just had a bad few days and I didn’t want you girls to see me sad.”

“Why were you sad? Was it because of mom?”

Goddamnit, he sighed. He always knew his brain would turn against him one day but not like this.

He’d made a child who was way too smart for her age, not as smart as he was at fourteen but incredibly intelligent nonetheless. Daisy was curious and inquisitive and she got that from him.

“It’s complicated.” He shrugged.

“Adults always say that.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m fourteen, dad, I’m not a little kid.”

He pushed himself up from the chair and rounded the desk, kneeling on the floor in front of Daisy, smoothing her hair back from her face.

“When your mom left I focused myself on you and your sister, making sure the two of you were ok but I never really let myself grieve the loss of my marriage. I guess it’s been catching up on me lately.” He kept his hand on her cheek.

“You miss her?” She asked softly.

“I do.” He confessed.

“But she hurt you.”

“Like I said, it’s complicated. Me and your mom had some great times together Daisy. Yes she hurt me but we had some really good times. I miss those, I miss us being a family.”

“I do too.” She agreed. “I thought your new girlfriend made you happy?”

He tried to hide the way her words felt like a sucker punch to his gut as he sat back on his haunches.

“I…well I don’t think that’s going to work out.”

“Did she break up with you?” Daisy pouted a little.

“Not exactly…we, uh, it was a mutual decision. It wasn’t the right time.” He got back up to his feet and Daisy stood too. She quickly threw herself into Spencer’s arms.

“I love you dad.” She said as she snuggled against his chest.

“I love you too, pumpkin.” He wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“You’ll find someone who makes you happy again.” She spoke against the fabric of his shirt.

He exhaled a long and shaky breath as he held his daughter. Even if the rest of his life was a mess, he always had his girls. Daisy and Lily were the one thing in his life he’d done right.

“You and your sister make me happier than you’ll ever know. The two of you are all I need.” It wasn’t strictly true, but for the most part it was.

It would be nice to have someone to share his life with again but as long as he had Daisy and Lily then he would consider himself a very lucky man.

When the hug ended he tucked her hair behind her ears and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Time for bed now, missy. It’s late and you have school in the morning.” He gently turned her by the shoulders towards the door.

“Only if you go to bed too.” She spoke before she reached the door.

“I’m an adult, I can go to bed when I like.”

“You have work in the morning though, so if I have to go to bed, so do you.” She folded her arms in defiance.

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes, not feeling much like arguing with a fourteen year old.

He opened the door and switched out the light, motioning Daisy towards her room. As she reached for her door handle he found himself speaking again.

“Hey Daisy?”

“Yes dad?” She looked at him over her shoulder.

“How would you feel about moving house? We wouldn’t go far, you wouldn’t need to change schools or anything I just think…I feel like…” he trailed off, not quite sure how to finish that sentence.

Daisy smiled at him and came back towards him, reaching up and grasping his shoulders.

“Mom left over a year ago, I think it’s time dad.” She spoke softly.

“When did you get so grown up?” He sighed wistfully. “So you’d be ok with it?”

“If it’ll make you happy again, sure.” She nodded, letting him go and heading back to her room. “G’night dad.”

“Goodnight pumpkin.” He stayed in the corridor until she was in her room with the door closed.

He inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly through his nose. As he turned back towards his room he heard a door open. He rolled his eyes.

“Daisy I thought we agreed…” he trailed off as he turned around and came face to face with his youngest, looking up at him through sleepy eyes.

“I heard voices.” Lily croaked, rubbing one eye with her fist.

“Sorry pumpkin, we didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

“I need a story first.” She whined a little.

“Fine,” Spencer sighed, knowing arguing would take longer than just reading her story.

He headed towards her room but she was shaking her head.

“No, in your room!” She pouted.

Spencer grumbled under his breath but knew resistance was futile.

“Go and grab a book and meet me in my room. Hurry though, it’s late.” He shooed her towards her room.

She squealed excitedly before running back to her room. Spencer turned and walked to his own room, stripping off his shirt but leaving on the white tee he wore underneath.

He was dropping to his mattress when the door opened again and Lily barrelled in, Taco close behind.

Lily jumped on the bed next to him, handing him the book while Taco leapt up and curled into a ball at Spencer's feet.

Lily shuffled close to him, he held his arm out for her to snuggle into him. She rested her head on his chest and he held her by her shoulders.

With his free hand he opened the book but before he could begin, the door opened again. Spencer glanced up to see Daisy tentatively enter his room.

“Can I join in?” She asked somewhat bashfully.

“You’re not too old for story time?” He smiled at her.

“No.” She shook her head.

“Come up here then.” He patted the space on the mattress on his other side.

Daisy beamed and ran over to the bed, throwing herself down next to Spencer, curling into him and laying on his chest much like Lily.

He had an arm around each girl, trying to hold the book open, precariously balancing it on his stomach.

“One story and then we’re all going to sleep ok?” He told them both.

“Promise!” Lily giggled.

“Me too.” Daisy agreed.

Spencer started to read. The warmth from his daughter’s radiated through him, the feeling of them so close, their heads on his chest was such a magical feeling.

Lily was the one who started dozing off first, he heard her breathing getting drawn out but Daisy wasn’t far behind.

He didn’t make it to the end of the book before his eyes started fluttering too.

It had been a particularly hard few days for Spencer, but now as he started drifting off to sleep with his girls in his arms, none of that mattered.

As long as he had Daisy and Lily and moments like this, what more could he possibly need?

***

Waking up with his daughters still cuddled against him started Spencer’s day off with a smile.

They both grumbled as his alarm rudely awoke them and he had to free his arm from beneath Daisy's head so he could shut it off.

He kissed them both on the crown before helping them up right and motioning them off to shower and dress for school.

After showering and dressing himself he made the girls breakfast, dropped them at school before dropping Taco at the kennel and continuing the drive to work.

It was only when he was alone in his car that his happiness started to fade as he thought about the possibility of bumping into you.

He wondered if you noticed he wasn’t there yesterday and if you did, if you’d realised it was because of you.

He had an overwhelming urge to turn the car around and go home, maybe spend the entire day in bed wallowing again.

But he had to see you eventually. With any luck he’d be able to avoid you.

But apparently luck wasn’t on his side.

He arrived at his office to find you leaning up against the wall next to his door. He kept his eyes down while he fumbled with his keys, trying to pretend he didn’t see you.

“Feeling better?” Your tone wasn’t as sweet as usual, he heard your frustration laced in your words.

“Uh yeah. Thanks. Must have been like a twenty four hour bug thing.” He got the door unlocked and headed inside, you followed him. “Is there something I can help you with?”

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms across your chest.

“Do you read your emails?” You clucked, clearly not happy about having to converse with him.

“Yes?” He frowned.

“Clearly not.” You scoffed. “Monroe is out sick, like actually sick not whatever you claim to have been. He’s gonna be gone for at least a week. So I’m your new TA for the time being.”

“I don’t need a TA.” He shook his head.

“Too bad. I’m not letting our break up get in the way of my career. So get over it.” You spat.

“Super,” Spencer rounded his desk. “Just super.”

So much for avoiding you.

He slid into the chair behind his desk and you took a seat on the other side. He slid a stack of paper towards you without looking at you.

“You can read over these papers until class starts. I haven’t gotten around to grading them and I’d like to hear your input.” He spoke, grabbing his own pile.

You nodded but didn’t speak, picking up the first paper from the stack and starting to read. Spencer did the same only he couldn’t concentrate with you sitting on the other side of his desk.

He felt like he was being punished by the universe. What had he done that was so terrible that this was his cosmic retribution?

He sighed to himself, turning away from the papers and switching on his computer. He pulled up his work emails and low and behold there was one waiting for him from yesterday regarding Monroe’s absence and your appointment to be his TA in the interim.

He flicked through a few more emails before pulling up the web browsing and typing in the address for a local realtor.

He looked up homes in his neighbourhood and price range while you continued to read through student papers.

He didn’t look at you once. And you returned the favour.

***

By the end of the week Spencer was more than ready for the weekend. He’d had to spend nearly every minute of his work days with you and the two of you had only exchanged a handful of words.

On Friday afternoon he sent you home with a pile of papers he’d already graded for you to look over.

Spending that much time around you and not being able to talk to you like he used to was as exhausting as it was heartbreaking. Whenever you looked at him it was with disdain, when you spoke he heard the hurt in your voice.

Spencer wanted nothing more than to be the person to take away your pain, not be the one to cause it. Simply being work colleagues wasn’t enough.

But he’d made his bed and he had to lie in it.

With any luck Monroe would be back on Monday and if he wasn’t then there was only one week left of the semester anyway. He just had to make it through one more week.

Perhaps if he wasn’t seeing you everyday, when he could put some distance between you for the summer, it would help to mend his shattered heart. Maybe by the time September rolled around the two of you would be able to be friends.

As much as he would miss you during the summer he knew it was for the best, he needed to heal and he needed to focus on his girls.

Just one more week.

By the time the weekend came he’d already had a few realtors around to value his home and on Saturday Lily spent the afternoon with Kristy and the Simmons two girls while Spencer went to look at potential new houses.

He’d tried to get Daisy to stay with her sister but she’d been adamant about helping him choose their new home. Admittedly he did need all the help he could get.

So with that in mind he’d asked Penelope to come along too. The bubbly blonde had been more than happy to house hunt with him and spend more time with her goddaughter.

The three of them looked at six houses in the neighbourhood and each one of them Spencer had turned his nose up at. Every positive thing Penelope or Daisy had to say about them, Spencer countered with something negative.

After the sixth house he’d snubbed, they went for coffee before the final viewing of the day. Penelope and Daisy looked, quite rightly, fed up, while they drank their respective drinks and ate slices of pie.

“Remind me again what was wrong with number three?” Garcia asked, snapping Spencer’s attention away from the printout he’d been looking at for the next and final house they were going to see.

“It was too…bright.” He shrugged, picking up his mug and taking a sip of coffee.

“What’s wrong with bright?” Daisy spoke with a mouthful of blueberry pie.

“It was airy, there’s nothing wrong with it being airy.” Garcia stirred her tea.

“What about that last one? The bedrooms were huge! So much bigger than my bedroom now.” Daisy grinned.

“The yard was tiny.” Spencer scoffed.

“The yard was not tiny.” Penelope rolled her eyes.

“It’s smaller than my yard now. And we have a dog, remember?” Spencer looked back at his printout.

“You have a very small dog who does not need a huge yard.” Penelope sighed deeply. “Spence, what’s really going on? All six of those houses were lovely.”

Spencer looked back up and swallowed, glancing between Penelope and Daisy. Daisy huffed out a breath, knowing exactly what that look meant.

He had something to say that he didn’t want to say in front of her. She got the hint, pushed her chair back and stood up.

“I need to use the bathroom.” She didn’t, but if Penelope could talk some sense into him maybe she wouldn’t have to keep looking at houses with her dad until she was fifty years old.

Daisy took her leave and Spencer sighed as he watched her go.

“I know Daisy seems ok with this, but is she really? And Lily? I haven’t stopped to ask Lily about this. Am I really going to pull them away from their childhood home? They grew up in that house, I just don’t know if this is a good idea. I don’t think they’re ready.” He shook his head, picking his coffee mug back up.

“They aren’t ready, or you aren’t?” Garcia raised an eyebrow at him over her bright blue framed glasses.

“Why wouldn’t I be ready? It was my idea.” He scoffed, looking away from her which told her he was lying.

“Spence, it’s ok to be unsure about this. It’s a big deal, moving out of that house that you and Maeve brought together.” She spoke softly, she hoped encouragingly.

When Spencer’s eyes landed back on her they looked a little misty.

“It shouldn’t be a big deal.” He croaked. “She cheated on me, I should want to get out of that house, right?”

“Emotions are complicated, boy wonder.” She shrugged meekly.

His lip twitched a little at the corner at her use of his nickname. She’d called him it since they’d met, when he was a fresh faced twenty something. Now in his mid forties with two kids, it felt strange still being called it. But he enjoyed it anyway.

“If I move,” he took a sip of coffee, perhaps trying to buy himself some time. “I have to pack up that house, go through all the memories. There are boxes of stuff in the attic, photo albums, Maeve kept boxes of ticket stubs and receipts from movies and dinners we went to that I’m pretty sure are up there somewhere. All the kids baby stuff from back when things were good between us.

And then there’s other stuff. In the kitchen there’s a red wine stain behind the fridge. We only moved it there to cover the mark. It was our eighth wedding anniversary and JJ had the girls and we came home from dinner and got a little…frisky. I got carried away and spilled her wine everywhere.

In the living room there’s a mark on the wall behind the coat stand from where I’d just gotten home from work one day, back when I worked at the BAU and the kids were asleep. She, uh, surprised me by dropping to her knees while I was still in the doorway and I reached out to grab something and knocked the coat rack over, which in turn knocked over a photo and marked the wall.

There’s scuffs on the wall behind the headboard from…well I think that’s pretty explanatory. There’s other things too, not all sexual. There’s a dent behind a painting in the hall from where she threw her shoe at me during a fight, stuff like that.

But it’s all memories, you know? Memories I thought we’d look back on together when we were old and Daisy and Lily had moved out. I never expected it to be like this, and the thought of moving out and having to face all that on my own…”

He finally trailed off, surprising Garcia with his honesty. She hadn’t expected any of that, thought he might skirt around the issue. For a moment she found herself speechless by what he’d said, but she forced herself to speak.

“You’re not on your own, Spencer.” She reached across the table and put her hand on top of his. “Just because you left the BAU, doesn’t make us any less family. We will all be there to help you if that’s what you need. You’re never on your own, ok?”

Spencer nodded, blinking rapidly to try and clear his eyes of tears. Daisy skulked back over, sliding back into her chair and he removed his hand from Garcia’s.

“Everything ok?” Daisy asked, tucking back into her pie.

“Everything’s just fine, pumpkin.” Spencer looked at the printout and balled it up in his hands, making both Daisy and Penelope frown.

“What are you doing?” Garcia grabbed the paper from his hand.

“I don’t need it.” He shook his head. You liked the last house, Daisy? You think your sister will like it?”

“We’d both get bigger bedrooms.” Daisy nodded. “And it’s super close to school, I could walk from there. And Meredith only lives two blocks away.”

“Ok.” He took a sip of his coffee. “Then I’ll call the realtor and I’ll make an offer.”

Penelope and Daisy exchanged a look of slight disbelief and confusion. When they looked back at Spencer, he had a determined look on his face.

He finished his coffee and stood up, pulled his phone out of his pocket and headed towards the cafe door. Daisy and Penelope watched him go.

“What did you say to him, Aunty Penny?” Daisy gasped a little, looking back at her aunt.

“He just needed a little reminder that his family had his back.” Garcia smiled, taking Daisy’s hand and giving it a soft squeeze. “Do me a favour though?”

“What’s that?”

“Just keep an eye on your dad for me. He pretends to be strong for you and your sister but he’s a lot more fragile than you’ll ever know. Just keep an eye on him, ok?”

“Ok.” Daisy nodded, watching her dad through the window as he paced the street with his phone to his ear.

She knew what her aunt was saying was true, her dad was fragile even if he’d never admit it. But as long as she was his daughter, he would never be alone, she would make sure of it.

After everything he’d done for her in her life, it was the least she could do to return the favour.

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so the youtube critic i like to watch just said this about ttpd:

saying how one song is 5 minutes when she could've gotten the point across in half that time

emdless strings of metaphors that just fall flat

the writing quality makes it hard to feel bad for taylor in the middle of this heartbreak because they come across as self owns: you said normal girls are boring, why are you not gone in the morning; taylor what is not clicking

taylor hasn't taken the time to sonically or conceptually to find a new sound

it sounds uninspired and done before

she is closing those gaps that she has due to time by copying her peers homework: but daddy i love him-ariana grande, imgonnagethim back- olivia rodrigo, phoebe bridgers with a lot of the song titles, florida-ripping of lana, again and again. He is not shocked that at some point in one of her songs she is paranoid that her peers will come for her and he said how he isn't shocked considering what she puts out and how she is lacking so much in ideas and sounds

the albums stinks cause it is sloppy in terms of songwriting and execution

they don't feel like songs, they feel like taylor is just spilling tea

saying that the lyric about the heroin but with an e lyric is essentially coming from matty himself and it makes sense why this lyric alone is wittier than most of taylor's attempts at word play in this record, he should get song writing credits for that

saying how she tries so hard to make connections work for her fans that she forgets that being subtle works as well considerng that she capitalized the letters KIM in thank you aimee.

so as much as she says everything is working against her, the biggest threat to her public image is her: she wants this already doomed from the start rs to work, despite how big of a pr mess it is, she wants her haters to be mad but only it ending up with her releasing her most narcissistic songs to date: if you wanted me dead, you ould vejust said. I was gentle till the circus life made me mean. Along with the lyrics about an asylum. And something that made him laugh: so tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is.

the production is bad and she needs to stop with jack, feel like midnights leftovers but worse. They make them sound dated at impact

my boy only breaks his favorite toys- so many clunky choruses, packing it with so much verbiage that there is no way it can be stuck in someones mind

so long london, constant tension without any release, goes nowhere

florida reads like a bad tourism ad

i can fix him- saying how she can handle a dangerous man but rhe album clearly goes against that and the song doesn't show how silly and futile this mindset is

loml is his favorite while easy

and that it isn't good to base an album only about finding clues about who what song is about cause it can get messy and dated quickly

....he doesn't give it a score which speaks for itself, he only does that when he really hates it but he wears a red shirt which means it could be around hm below O to 2 out of 10. he barely had anything nice to say which he usually does with albums that are 2/10. ano he could only list one song of 31 as his favorite.

the review is funny so i will leave the link here, sorry if my spelling is bad or something makes no sense, i'm not native and worked with captions on the video as well (he made another one for the second part of the album, i can write down the main points as well later if people are interested, he is a rather smart critic in my opinion)

Link: https://youtu.be/Sz9DgY6NAcY?si=UhRnlR558Qeyh81V

Whoa, he really didn't like it! Everyone is saying that she needs to ditch Jack, but now that Joe has gone, she also needs another lyricist on board to curb her worst excesses. That line about heroin/heroine does sound like something Matty Healy would write.

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#anti taylor swift #jack antonoff #taylor swift

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hannahssimblr · 5 months

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Jen sits on the deck outside the beach house when I come down the wooden steps, and she eyes my shopping bag.

“Got everything?”

“Yep.”

“Enough snacks for me too?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, are you ready to go? Shane and Joe are waiting-”

“Yeah just a sec,” I nip up the stairs and push through the front door, and my dad is where he’s been all day, looking at his laptop at the kitchen table. He barely glances up.

“Where have you been?”

“Around.”

His keyboard is the only sound aside from Ivy, murmuring to her dolls in the living room below. I throw the plastic bag onto the counter and start stacking a few things into the fridge. “I noticed Ivy was out of yoghurts,” I say, “I picked up more for her to have tomorrow.”

Dad says nothing.

“And I borrowed your credit card, I assume that’s okay.”

“Hm?”

“Your credit card. I took it.”

“Mm. Hope you didn’t drop it somewhere and lose it.”

“No,” I slide it out of my wallet and place it on the table, “There it is, safe and sound.”

I go back to the fridge and hide a chocolate bar behind a jar of mayonnaise for Ivy, then grab one of dad’s beers and slip it into my old schoolbag. He doesn’t seem to notice so I swipe another.

He leans back in the chair and stretches his arms with a grunt. “Did you get food for dinner tonight?”

“I'm not making dinner, I've plans.”

“Plans?”

“Yeah I’m going camping in the forest. I told you this morning,” I point lamely at the sleeping bag I left by the door.

“I’m not sure that you did.”

“I did, definitely.”

“Well I think I’m gonna need you to stick around, things are just too busy around here today.”

“Where’s mom?”

“Uh, the hotel I think. She said she was getting some sorta massage.”

“Maybe after her massage she can cook, because as I’ve said, I’m busy tonight.”

“She might be a while.”

I stiffen. “Well then get a takeaway.”

He peers at me over the rim of his reading glasses and sighs this long, world weary sigh that makes me feel like rolling my eyes. “It’d just be convenient if you stayed.”

“Yeah I know, but I’m not available.”

“I don’t think it’s too much to ask that you help out a little at home, I know that you think you can just do whatever you want because you’re on vacation but it’s just not gonna like that for-”

“Yeah I get it, but I’m not going to be here tonight. One night. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I thought you might have grown out of this teenage stuff by now, Jude, this whole moodswing thing, you know, when I was sixteen I was already-”

“Working in an ice cream parlour and bringing in your own money, I know,” I grit my teeth, “and I’m sorry about not doing the same, but-”

“- and you know, you really were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, if my parents knew that I’d raised-”

I snatch up my bags and leave the door swinging behind me.

As Jen watches me as I storm down the stairs the corner of her mouth twitches up. “You’re a bit red around the ears,” she points out, “Did you get into it again with Christopher?”

I hop down from the deck and haul my bike from the sand. “Let’s just go.”

After meeting Shane and Joe in the village we swing by the Boat Club to pick up Clóda.

“Oh you’re cycling,” She says as she shakes her hair free of her high bun, “I didn’t bring a bike.”

I glance at her empty hands. “Or a sleeping bag? Or food?”

A shrug, “No.”

“You can share with me then,” I say, and I’d usually have done a much better job at being smooth, but instead my words come out sharp and impatient, and then I feel guilty when I catch sight of her wavering smile as she clambers onto the handlebars of my bicycle.

“Hope you had a nice day so far,” She says, and as I pull away from the curb with a wobble I try to relax my body with some deep breaths. “Yeah it was fine. Tell me about yours.”

And she does, and we five cycle until the village tapers away to become scarce houses dotted along the coast, on and on until the mouth of the woods. I listen to her talk, not really what she is saying so much as the sound of her voice, and I realise that if I concentrate on things like this, like the steady lock of her hands over mine and the silk of her hair blowing back against my face then I don’t have a lot of space left to think about how awful and selfish I am today.

By the time we reach the forest and tether our bikes to a fence I’m feeling almost back to myself again, so much so that I can even join in the conversation Shane, Jen and Joe are having about Dexter, and as always when it comes to TV, Jen and I start arguing about something or other, some part of the story that I picked up wrong, some character that I love but I am supposed to hate, and this is my favourite way to be with her, giving off, winding each other up so much and acting pissed off until someone thinks we’re being serious and tries to mediate. It’s the best way I can think of to whittle the time away on this trek from the onset of the woods to the dark depths of it, where the stony path turns to a dirt trail and briars snag at our ankles, where we duck under and scramble over low hanging branches and pick twigs out of one another's hair.

Clóda, who has been silent for a long time, slips her hand into mine and pulls me back from the group. “There was a sign that said ‘No Camping’ back there,” she murmurs.

“Yeah I know, we got caught before, a couple of years ago, but that’s why we’re going so deep in. Don’t worry, the guards never come this far.”

“Right,” she glances overhead where the dense firs have blocked out most of the evening sun and cast enormous shadows down upon us. I can listen now that the others have gone on ahead and their voices are dulled from the sounds of the trees brushing together in the wind, the squelch of the damp earth underfoot and the roar of the waves over the sand dunes somewhere to the east. A hare springs from a nearby cluster of ferns and flees from us, and Clóda screams and clings to my sleeve.

“You okay? A bit scared?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“Of the woods?”

“I don’t know. I suppose we’re just a bit far from the path.”

“It’s okay, nothing is going to happen, there won’t be anybody but us. And the ghosts.”

She bats my arm, “God, stop.”

“You believe in them?”

“No.”

“I do.”

She shivers and says softly, “Okay well I don’t want to think about that.”

I peck the crown of her head, “Don’t worry, Just joking. I’ll mind you.”

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#Lucky boy #say hi to Jude's dad #making his debut appearance #this whole camping bit was inspired by a time that my friends and I did the same when we were teenagers lmao #there was a tent full of other teenagers across the way #they offered us heroin and we got so scared haha

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sugarcherriess · 2 years

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Lover Boy

[ Best Friend!Jake x Fem!Reader ]

Warnings - Friends to lovers, making out, cunnilingus, face sitting.

Plot - When you confess to your best friend and long time crush Jake, and he doesn’t explicitly mention that the affection is mutual, it leaves you doubting your relationship. Upon Heeseung’s encouragement, Jake makes ample use of his mouth by confessing, kissing and eating you out.

It’s been weeks since you last saw Jake. Weeks since you drunkenly confessed to him at your mutual friends’ party… and then puked on his shoes. That morning Jake hadn’t left your side for even five seconds. Any time the boys would try to joke about the confession with you (which he told them all about that very night– the excitement was unbearable), he immediately sent a glare their way to shut them up.

There wasn’t a doubt that the boys knew Jake liked you back– if the endless hours of Jake gushing to them about how cute and perfect you were to them were any evidence. The trouble makers kept trying to push Jake to say something about what happened but Jake had other plans. Plans that involved giggling into his pillow late at night while sending you goodnight texts. Plans that did not, however, involve him talking about what happened, apparently.

It has been weeks since then. Unbeknown to him, you had been obsessively waiting for Jake to make a move and ask you out because honestly, what were you even supposed to think? He had said nothing after that night to you— opting to stare at you with a dopey smile instead whenever you came over.

Someone should’ve really reminded him that drooling over his best friend right at their face not saying anything won’t let them magically know that the feelings are mutual. And you were stubborn too. Why wouldn’t you be? He thinks he can just smile all cute and charming and you’re his? I mean you are, emotionally, but asking a person matters okay!

“Are you, like, possessed right now or something? Do you need an exorcist?” Heeseungs question breaks you out of your thoughts.

“You’re thinking of Jake right? To think I asked you to get coffee together and you’re thinking of my best friend,” he scoffs, “Was the dick THAT good?” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“First of all, we didn’t have sex. I threw up all over him right after the confession–” you roll your eyes at him, pulling his own coffee from his hands and drinking it out of spite. You don't even get a chance to swallow it before you’re spitting it out,

“Are you drinking death?! What the fuck is this??” you cough out. Heeseung quickly starts rubbing your back.

“It’s not death, it's good coffee,” he defends.

“Good coffee my ass. Ugh i’m sorry i keep thinking about him it's just– he hasn't asked me out and he hasn’t spoken about anything so I don't know where we stand. It’s kinda hurting my brain thinking about it,” you let Heeseung in on your worries. You’re sure that if he can’t give you any advice, he can make you annoyed enough to forget about your problems.

“He’s remained in love with you even when you shit your pants at the roller coaster freshman year okay, trust me, a little alcohol induced puke isn’t gonna drive him away. I’m starting to think he’s into that sort of stuff,” he eyes you down.

Okay, the latter it’ll be.

You push him away from you and start speed-walking. Heeseung, thanks to the long legs he's endowed with, catches up with you in a flash.

“Okay i’m sorry, bad joke!”

“I had a stomach bug that day and it was just a stain!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. Tell you what, you come with me to watch us practice and then you two can talk? I don’t think he realises that he’s making you feel like that. Trust me, he likes you too. He’s just high on the thought that you’re something more than friends which renders him completely silent whenever he sees you,”

“Okay maybe you have a point,” you agree.

“So you'll come?” Heeseung eyes you expectantly.

“Yeah I’ll come but if any of you tries you hug me while sweaty I will curb stomp your asses,” you warn, narrowing your eyes at your best friend who just laughs out, holding his chest.

“I would pay you to curb stomp one of them.”

Shouts of glee hit your eardrums as soon as you enter the Enhypen practice room and you’re swarmed with your friends before you even say a word. Heeseung quietly moves out of eyeshot, making a beeline towards a starry eyed Jake watching you from the mirrors.

“You two need to talk,” he eyes Jake.

Breaking contact with your stature, Jake looks back at Heeseung.

“Why? Is something wrong?” worry flashes across his face.

“Nothing too bad. You just need to go on a date or something. Contrary to popular belief, you can’t just make eye contact with someone you’re in love with and hope they know you wanna date them dude. You gotta make it official or something, she’s not Professor X,”

It’s only at Heeseung’s reminder that Jake realises he never asked you out. He just considered you his before any of this even happened. And he was so lost in his excitement for everything happening that he failed to consider that he never included you in his thoughts. He’s gonna change that though. He’s gonna change it right after practice.

You’re waiting for the boys to get their things to leave when Jake approaches you. Feeling shy under his gaze, you question your heart on its quivering pulses.

“Hi,” he smiles at you, nervously tucking his shaky hands in his pockets.

You smile back at him. The next minute or so is just silence, both of you trying to encourage your own voices to work.

“I was thinking,” he starts first, “Maybe we could like, you know,” Jake stammers, unable to make eye contact.

“Yeah?” you urge him gently.

“I was thinking maybe we could go out for food? We can go eat at the restaurant that just opened a few blocks over? Just us.”

“Sure. I’d love that,” to say you were giddy would be an understatement.

Jake finally looks at your face, grinning like he just won the only gold star in a classroom of a bunch of five year olds.

A whistle rings out in the practice room, “And the loverboy shoots his shot! It lands in the net! The crowd goes wild!” Jay yells out dramatically and runs around the room while the others follow his antics, yelling and jumping around. Jake rolls his eyes, unable to stay mad when you giggle so sweetly at his boisterous bandmates.

Your impromptu date with Jake ends with him dropping you off at home. You invite him in and lead him upstairs without much hesitation from him.

“Lets go to my room,” you pull at his hand, “I wanna watch a movie and cuddle.”

Jake follows suit like an excited puppy being led to his treat.

Entering your room, you jump into your bed and get swallowed up in the sheets. Jake follows, landing straight onto your chest and snuggling into you.

“What movie do you wanna watch?”

“I think we should talk first,” he mumbles apprehensively.

You sit up, resting your back against the headboard. Jake follows you and straightens his back, holding your hands. His eyes search into yours for a passing second before he speaks,

“Heeseung told me that you were getting... confused? Insecure? About us after what happened at the party and I just want you to know that I’ve loved you for a very long time. And nothing would make me happier than to be with you. I never said anything because I thought it was a given? I haven’t really hidden the fact that I like you a lot so I sort of assumed that now that you like me too, it means that we’re together. I’m sorry if I confused you regarding my feelings or something I really didn’t mean to,” he ends his rant with a small smile, “i like you. I really really really like you. So… will you be my girlfriend?”

You tackle him with a hug, “I think we’re both dumb because a) I never picked up on the signs that somehow everyone around me picked up on and b) you have to talk about these things you idiot. I thought maybe you didn’t wanna talk about it because you wanted to forget it ever happened,” you shake his shoulders.

Jake hugs you closer, giggling into your hair.

“I agree that we’re both idiots because now that I finally asked you to be mine, you still haven’t answered,” a pinch on your ass makes you slightly jump in shock and squeal.

“Stop it!” You slap his arm, “Yes mister Jaeyun Sim, I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you answer, holding his face in your hands, “Anything else?”

He stares back softly into your glittering eyes, recounting all the times he stayed up wondering all the ways he could spend his time hugging you to himself if he could just confess. If the stars could just align and you could be his. He tried multiple times but things just seemed to be coming in between– boyfriends, girlfriends, overprotective parents, that one maths teacher that found you two on the field and dragged you away for something about tutoring a failing student.

Now that he had you, officially this time, Jake was awestruck.

“Can I have a kiss perhaps?”

You answer just as dreamily as he asked the question.

“You can get all my kisses, Sugar,”

You shift on your knees to get comfortable and cup his cheeks again. Your supple lips occupy his for a chaste kiss before Jake opens his mouth to suck on your bottom lip. Soon, his tongue sticks out to trace your pouty lip, asking to enter your mouth. You hum around his tongue when it slithers its way inside your mouth, firmly pressing on to your own.

You moan in surprise when Jake bites on the tip of your tongue which makes him react with a giggle. He parts for a slight moment to wrap his hands around your waist to shift so you can face the headboard while sitting atop his welcoming lap. He catches your lips back in a passionate kiss after your mutual panting subsides.

After countless minutes of suckling at each other’s tongue, Jake breaks away and leans back into the bed. He assesses your tousled hair, blown out eyes and swollen lips, fidgeting his leg under you.

“Can I ask for something more?”

“Yes?” You ask, inquisitively titling your head to the side.

“I want you to sit on my face today. Will you do that for me?”

Your underwear and pants do not put up a fight and neither do you. Getting into position is easy and your eyes rolling back to your head is even easier when Jake slides right under you and plants the first kiss on top of your awaiting folds.

The kisses don’t stop at one. He takes his precious time sticking sloppy kisses all over your heat. With both hands wrapped around your thighs, he pushes you down to stick his tongue out and swipe it across your slit. His tongue strikes again to lick off all of the arousal you produce.

Mouth open and hand in his hair, you grind unabashedly into Jakes mouth. Both of you help each other work through the right technique to make you cum on his tongue. His swiping switches with vigorous flicking and then to loud sucking that reverberates through the room.

When he pushes his tongue inside your awaiting hole you find yourself wanting him to shove his cock inside you instead. Hoping that it’ll be something you experience soon if not tonight. Jake groans and hums against your clit when he sucks at it again and you still in your place, letting him know how thoroughly delirious you feel by a rough tug at his hair.

When he wiggles his tongue back inside you, Jake doesn’t get a warning before you’re crying out in broken intakes of air, thighs shaking in his hold. You keep him stuck to you to ride out your earth shattering orgasm and he closes his eyes to bask as his mouth fills with your release.

When you come back to– he helps you get off of him and under the covers. Using his shirt to wipe his face, discards it at the foot of the bed, watching it fall to the floor in disappointment.

You make him face you with a hand to his cheek, “Can I get an orgasm out of you now?” A teasing tone subtly peaking out.

“Maybe later. Right now I want to cuddle with my girlfriend who I’m pretty sure will have non-working thighs for the rest of the evening,” he holds back a grin.

Well, fails to.

“Insufferable,” you roll your eyes at him, “It’s all thanks to you. And speaking of non-working thighs, if they don’t get better soon you’re gonna have to make me food,” you try your hand at a half assed threat.

“Gonna make you ramen that remind you of heaven,” he boasts, laughing when you mock him and try to twist his nipple.

It’s not everyday he gets to eat you out and then feed you in the same day. Hopefully, it’ll turn into a regular occurrence. Or he’ll die trying.

A/N: Not proofread but also I was in major Jake hours.

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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Emmy I just thought about motorcycle man samu in the tight sports leathers and helmet and I’m literally (s)creaming so bad rn. Imagine him with a strong but still soft body all wrapped up in those tight outfits. He’s an upperclassmen in your college and an occasional costumer at the small noodle shop you work at on your days off. The first time you meet him was brief and you don’t actually know it was him. To be fair you were rushing to a lab you were late for and you weren’t looking where you were going -honestly though, how can you miss a man so deliciously big as him?- he had just stepped off his bike right into your path and now you’re face first into his tits with your books scattered on the ground (this is sounding suspiciously similar to the piece you did for college Samu IT WAS SO GOOD EMMY PLS MORE). The next time you meet him he’s leaning against the wall in your living room waiting for your roommate to lend him some notes from a lecture he missed. He has his helmet off this time but he’s still all decked out in his motorcycling outfit and you don’t normally stare but it is genuinely a crime for him to look that good. You stumble out a quick hi before darting to the fridge to get some water and a snack and the whole time you can feel his eyes on you (I don’t know where to go from here but GOD I just want this man to be so smug about himself and wrap my arms around him while riding on the back of his motorcycle. Pls I would literally let him do anything to me) -pip anon

COLLEGE OSAMU MY BELOVED I MISS HIM SO MUCH HES SO DELICIOUS

Also my former mechanic/mechanic k1nk really comes through so I am sorry for any sin you might see PFFFF- also this isn’t what you asked for but I make the rules so-

But unlike his brother, Osamu is just not into the sport life anymore. He’s still bulked up and muscle, hell he is still Atsumu’s brother, but there’s no volleyball in his blood anymore. He turns himself into a love for working with his hands, and the minute he lands his eyes on a pretty motorcycle for cheap- just needed some touch ups with the spark plugs and ignition, there was no way it wasn’t meant to be.

And he pimps it out good.

It’s hot, he’s hot with it, it makes the ladies sweat and men intimidated, he’s always working on it outside of classes and he always takes it on a first date to make anyone behind him squeak and hold onto him tight.

You hate him and that stupid bike.

He’s so ridiculous with it, it’s so goddamned loud every morning, when he rolls up to the small shop you work at- who cares if the nice old couple who owns the store loves the bike and sends him on little errands, it’s obnoxious, and it causes major backups in your line from people staring.

(It definitely doesn’t do that, people just stop and look because they’re interested in the beautiful metal. But that’s not the point, okay, it’s obnoxious.)

You wouldn’t even care, okay, if he wasn’t so obvious about owning the bike. It’s his personality trait at this point; one time, when you were making a mad dash to your class, you literally ran into Osamu, who’s built like a damn house, and he sent you flailing back onto the curb. His helmet and keys clanged down next to you, and at first he looked at the helmet, then he looks at you.

A flurry of apologies came out from his lips, accompanied by an offer to give you a ride, but your scraped palms and sore tailbone caused tears of frustration to well in your eyes, and you shoved him away with a bark.

You hated the motorcycle. And you hated how much he cared for it. It’s a piece of metal, why does anyone love it sooooo much?

It doesn’t help that every Tuesday, you come back to your apartment, your home, your safe space, and the damned hunk of junk is parked, because one of your roommate’s is best friends with Osamu (actually, it’s your roommate’s boyfriend’s bestie, which makes it even worse bc he doesn’t even live with you-) and he comes by to catch up on some notes; that ugly ass helmet with corny ass gold embossing just sits on the table that you eat at, mocking you.

You grumble, slip your backpack off and stomp to your bedroom to get away from the smell of gasoline and sweat and absolutely flowing testosterone.

You’re in the middle of your pity party when there’s a knock on your door, and when you answer it, there’s a fuckin’ barn standing in your doorframe, that horrendous smirk on his face.

“Hey sunshine,” that stupid slight accent drawls, and you snarl. “Gonna run to your noodle bar, you hungry?”

“I’m there every other day, I’m more than fine.”

“Shame,” he sighs dramatically. “Only reason I go everyday is to see you.”

“Get OUT!” You bark, grabbing a pillow and swinging it at him, but before you can hit him with it, he’s laughing and slammed the door shut for protection.

“And don’t ever go out of your way to see me, you freak!”

Spoiler- he does continue to go out of his way to see you.

Granted, you never saw it like that, it was more him flexing off his motorcycle than anything else, but now with the idea he was doing it to see you makes you even more shy around him. You can’t meet his eyes as easy, when he makes an innuendous comment, your cheeks get embarrassingly hot, and god, those fucking compression shirts he wears because of how long he rides starts to drive you up the wall.

Stupid shaggy hair and stupid big muscles and stupid cocky smirk and stupid arms that could easily scoop and pin you to the wall and stupid lips that could mark the deepest of hickeys on your neck.

God damn it.

You hate stupid sexy Osamu and his stupid sexy bike.

The one sliver you’re able to get away from it is when you’re locking up the shop for the night, no sight of anyone for the last hour and a half, and despite the hot broth it’s too cold to walk into the shop, and it’s a time of peace.

Well- at least until you hear the reviving of an engine behind you.

“Hey,” he smirks. “You need a ride? Dangerous for you to be walkin’ ‘round out here alone.”

“Are you stalking me, you freak?”

“No,” he shrugs. “But roomie told me you got out at 10. This is me picking you up to drive you back to your place.”

You scoff as you cross your arms, “I’ve walked this route plenty of times by myself. I can handle it tonight too.”

“Wasn’t a question, doll.” He reaches behind him for the rear compartment’s helmet, shoving it towards you for you to put on. “I’m driving you back.” He gives you a playfully cock of his head and pokes his tongue in his cheek, “what would I do if somethin’ happened to you?”

You cock your brow, “you practically shoved me on the concrete a few months back and you checked on your precious helmet first; you don’t give a shit what happens to me.”

“You’re still on that?” He sighs, taking off his helmet to make direct eye contact with you. “I told you I’m sorry, I heard the loud noise before I heard you. You know I’d never fuck around if you were hurt.”

“I was hurt. I couldn’t write notes for three days.”

His brow cocks cheekily and he gives you a cocky shrug, “well then next time I’ll be a little more gentle with ya, hm?”

Your cheeks flush and your hands ball into fists, trying to ward off the clamminess. Your little heart pounds, and with those giant grey peepers looking you up and down, you hate the way the dynamic shifts. “You’re such a fucking-“ you let a shaky exhale out of your nose. “Fine. Take me home.”

“With pleasure,” he purrs, letting you put on your helmet and swing a leg over the back of his motorcycle. A gasp slips through your lips as your hips shift to try and get comfortable behind him, but it’s taller and it looks and wide enough for his massive legs to stretch over but not necessarily yours, and for fucks sake how does he deal with these vi-fucking-brations-

“Hold on tight,” he calls behind to you, revving the engine once, twice, and a third before he feels your arms cling tight around him. You practically hear the smirk in his voice when he chuckles:

“I like to go fast, babe.”

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kittenwalker · 1 year

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would you write a fic about attending a party with evan and his friends and he doesn't like the way some of his friends are looking at you so he becomes protective of you the whole night. maybe ending with smut

notes : decided to change things up a bit so reader and evan are just friends in this story, and sorry for the in-activeness. Writing smut is not as easy as it was a year ago hahahaha. But yes have a wonderful day and enjoyyy :)

also not proofread, i can't stand to read my own smut writings 😭

“ Yea alright man see you at 5 “ Evan said before hanging up with his friend. Tim, Evan’s friend, invited him to a party and he figured to invite Y/n to tag along as she had no plans for the day and he needed a plus one because the party was mostly for couples, but they were just going as friends. But let’s just say they didn’t come out of the party as friends.

Y/n got the invite an hour before the party, so she didn’t have much time to get ready but she made do with it. First on the list, she had to take a quick bath, so she hopped into the shower to get all the sweat and dirt off of her. Secondly, she picked out an outfit to wear and has decided to be bold for today. Y/n chose a see-through beige long sleeved dress that has gems all over it and it fell shortly on her upper thighs. Underneath she wore a pair of black laced undergarments, the outfit was very open but she felt confident today so she was going to show it. Thirdly, she bunched up all her hair into heat-rollers and started on her makeup as the curlers set in her hair.

Y/n just did a simple smokey eye-look pairing it with a nude lip since her clothes were the star of the show, she didn’t want to take that away from it. She then pulled out the rollers one by one and flipped her hair while running her hands through it. Taming the curls to make it more fluffy and not too intense. Lastly, she picked out her choice of jewelry and a purse before slipping into a pair of black heels. A few spritz of her black opium perfume and out she goes, waiting for Evan’s presence.

4.45 pm, Evan was on his way to pick up Y/n by car even though they lived a few blocks from each other, it was Tim’s house that was quite far away. Pulling up to the curb, he stopped and opened the passenger’s door for her. When he saw what Y/n was dressed in, his whole car was practically filled with drool and his eyes were definitely checking her out. ‘ Damn I really shouldn't think like this, she’s my friend I can’t. ’ Ripping his gaze off her, he rounded his car and greeted her. “ Hey hope in, we’re about to be late and you know Tim with his punctuality. ” Y/n agreed with him and got in, Evan shutting the door after her. It was a 20 minute drive there from Y/n’s house so they would be somewhat on time.

“ So, why the choice of clothing? Trying to impress someone? ” Evan teased, taking a glance at her before looking back onto the road. “ Really Evan? I just want to look good and feel confident without having to impress anyone you douche. “ Y/n reached out to the radio and turned up the notch, ignoring what witty comment was coming out of his mouth. Humming quietly to the music while she looked out of the window, making small chats with Evan here and there. Her dreaming really made the trip faster because in a blink of an eye, they had already arrived.

Evan parked his car and turned off the engine, rushing to Y/n’s side to open her door. Taking her hand and pulling her out, they rounded a corner and got to Tim’s door. Evan rang the doorbell and immediately the door opened and they were greeted with Tim. “ FINALLY, I have been waiting FOREVER for you two to come. The party ain’t it without you man. ” Tim pulled Evan in for a hug and invited them both in.

Going into the house was like a fever dream, strobe lights flashing and music blasting through speakers while people grinded on each other with red solo cups in their hands. It has been forever since Y/n stepped foot into one of these house parties since a little embarrassing event happened during it. But honestly she really did miss it, the feeling of being free and having fun. She headed straight to the drinks placed in the middle of the room, ditching Evan as he was catching up with his best buds. Knowing everything in this room had alcohol in it, she didn’t even try finding something that wasn’t spiked or non-alcoholic as she was in desperate need to quench her thirst.

Grabbing a solo cup and pouring in some whiskey and mixing it with sprite to dilute it. It’s never too early to drink right? Y/n took a sip while trying to find Evan to see if he wanted to dance with her. She poked her head around but was to no avail, giving up, she went back to the main room where everyone was gathered.

Y/n just sat there lonely with her red solo cup. Until a little someone decided to keep her company, Tim. As awkward as it was, she just needed to not be alone right now especially when she could get assaulted then and there by weirdos.

“ Hey beautiful, why are you alone? ” Time came up to her asking. “ I tried finding Evan but he’s nowhere in sight ” Y/n sighed in disappointment. “ Oh that’s alright I can definitely keep you company till he appears. “ Tim suggested it and Y/n was so pleased to hear that. They continued their chatting in the corner over the loud music and she was actually enjoying her time with Tim. Though she could see right through his flirtatious behavior, him looking down at her body and backing her frame up against the wall slowly. Again, she didn’t mind, Tim is a sweet guy and she knows he would never hurt her so it wouldn’t be a problem if she had a little fun.

Nope, she was wrong as always, her one decision caused a whole lot of things to change and happen just because of Evan’s jealousy.

From the start of Tim talking to Y/n, he was already watching them from afar. He was boiling seeing him talk to her but he thought maybe it was just a small chat, so he didn't do anything about it. But the small chat became a lot more, Evan continued watching them and saw all the looks Tim made while checking her almost nude body out. ‘ God I should’ve told Y/n to go back and change her outfit to something more modest ’ Though he thought of it, he didn’t mean it, he just wanted Y/n to have fun without all these perverts hitting on her. But seeing what happened next infuriated him more, fumes were practically coming out of his ears. ‘ Shit, why am I feeling this way about her, she’s not even mine and it is her life ’ But Evan couldn’t help getting angry, he felt like since she hung out with him the most, that she was his. There was just this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach seeing her dance with his friend.

Not wanting to stalk them any longer, he decided to go take his mind off. With the handy dandy of alcohol of course. He went to the bar table and got himself some shots, downing and refilling them quickly. “ Hey why in such a rush to get drunk? ” A blonde girl asked while twirling her finger around her hair. “ No reason that concerns you ” Evan replied bluntly. The blondie continuously tried her luck with Evan, thinking he was playing hard to get. Now she’s asking him to dance with her and Evan thought about it. ‘ Well I could get another type of distraction ’ He agreed and was dragged onto the dance floor. The girl pushed past the crowd trying to get into the middle and started smashing herself against Evan. But only one thing caught his attention, Tim and Y/n were still on the dance floor behind them.

Not some friendly dancing though, Y/n was grinding her ass onto his rock solid dick. Tim’s hands all over Y/n’s body while she leaned her head sideways to give him more space to suck her neck. She looked so aroused and turned on while Tim’s hand slowly slid underneath her dress. Tim smirked at her and started pulling her out of the crowd. Evan started to push past everyone, keeping an eye on them the whole way so they couldn’t get far. He wouldn’t let Y/n go into a room alone with a player like Tim.

He managed to catch up to them and tugged on Y/n’s hand, making her turn around to face him. “ Y/n I need to talk to you now “ Evan sternly said, he wasn’t going to play games tonight. “ Evan I’m bus- “ Evan didn’t care what she or Tim had to say so he dragged her out into the back of the house.

“ What the fuck was that Evan!? I told you I was busy! ” Y/n snatched her hand away from his grip. “ Y/n you’re insane for letting Tim go all over you, you of all people should know that he switches from girl to girl! ” Evan backed Y/n against the wall. “ Don’t be jealous just because I was having fun and you had to sit in the corner and watch in misery. “ She chuckled. The more Y/n was talking, the more vile his temper went. So one way he knew how to shut her up was to tease her.

“ So you’re telling me you like him touching your body like this? ” Evan gently grazed his hand around her hips. Goosebumps immediately rose onto Y/n’s skin, making her too shocked to talk. Evan stared into her widened eyes and his hands continued trailing down, lower until it was at the end of her dress. He stopped, seeing if Y/n had any problem with carrying this on further. Evan saw that she wasn’t opposed to what he was doing and chose to make things a little more intense.

Bringing his mouth to her ear, he lowly whispered. “ Does he make you feel better than I do? Make you feel wanted and treated properly, like a true lady. ” His hand crept up under her dress and she shuddered at the contact with his hand against her bare waist. A whimper slipped out of her mouth as she bit her lips at the coldness of Evan’s hands. “ Already aroused at the slightest of my touch huh? ” Y/n felt him smirked in victory against her neck as he dived to her good spot, under her ear.

Y/n was speechless at this point, not expecting Evan to know her body so well. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him pleasuring her. Evan decided to make the moment more heated by adding another type of contact. As he made hickies all over her neck, the hand on her waist slid down slowly, dragging his fingers along her skin and stopping at her clit. Evan slowly kneaded her clothed clit with two fingers, gently rubbing it in circles.

The wall was all the luck Y/n had with stabilizing herself as her legs had given up long ago. Evan was definitely not making this easy for Y/n to keep quiet or cave into him. “ Did Tim touch all your sweet spots like I am doing right now? ” Y/n tried replying with her voice but only failed as her moans choked her up. He chuckled at her attempt and continued teasing her and making her feel shy over his gaze. “ You know if he really wanted you, he would have found you by now. But he’s nowhere to be seen because he probably forgot about you and is fucking some other girl. Come on Y/n, let's go to my car and I’ll show you real pleasure. ” Evan whispered lowly in her ear, almost in a begging manner. “ A-alright ” Y/n replied while Evan let her go and held her hand, pulling her quickly to his car. She already missed his hands on her body and playing with her clit. God she was going crazy for him already, he really had an effect one that’s for sure.

Not sure what overcame Y/n but before they even got into the car, they were already making-out. They stumbled their way back to his car, Evan opened the door behind Y/n and pushed her into the back seats. Getting on top of her and connecting back their lips, sucking the life out of her and leaving her wanting more. “ Ev-van, won’t people see us through the window? ” Y/n asked in between their kissing. “ Don’t worry love, my windows are tinted. ” Evan reassured her as he started to unclothe her.

Removing her dress and her heels in a hast, while she removed his shirt. Y/n tried unbuckling Evan’s pants but he smacked her hands away. “ ladies first ” He looked her right in the eye and slid her panties to the side, exposing her bare cunt. Shivers went through her spine as the cold air brushed against her pussy. Evan plunged one finger into her wetness and Y/n gasped at the feeling of his long talented finger as he moved it. He also used his tongue to flick her clit while he added another digit into her, making her feel immense pleasure.

Y/n’s back arched as her nails dug into Evan’s back, crumbling under his magical fingers. The whole car filled with the sound of her wetness squelching and her soft whimpers. God she couldn’t wait to meet his cock if he could already make her feel this good with just two fingers and one tongue. As good as this felt, Y/n wanted to make him feel ecstasy too. Flipping him over so that now she was on top of him. Looking at him hungrily, she quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers. His cock sprang free, hard as a rock with pre-cum dripping out of his red tip. Y/n was taken-aback when she saw how big he was, god she was expecting big, but not large… It was just so thick and long that she was scared about how it would fit in both her mouth or cunt. “ Enjoying the view? Come on get a taste of it, it won’t bite. ” Seeing that she got caught staring off, she placed her lips on his tip and started going at it. Licking and sucking his whole dick, bobbing her head up and down. Now it was Evan’s turn to be putty in Y/n’s hands, he was getting all dizzy over the amount of delightfulness he was feeling. Now the car was filled with his grunts and the sound of sucking.

Y/n liked the control she had on Evan, so she decided to take it a step further and tease him. “ Is the girl that was dancing with you still in your mind? ” She asked as her hand didn’t stop moving. Evan kept it silent for a while so Y/n sped up her hand and added her mouth, making a string of curses to come out. “ Come on, answer me or I’ll go painfully slow ” She smirked as her movements slowed down the more he kept it silent. “ Fuck, no she’s not, not until you mentioned her. ” Y/n was satisfied with his answer and fastened up her pace and hummed in approval, placing her lips back.

Wanting more, Y/n teased more and more until Evan couldn’t bare it anymore. He flipped her body onto the console, belly laying flat on the flat area. He pulled her hair upwards so she was looking at him. “ Think you can get away with teasing me? Look what’s in front ” Evan pushed her face back so she could see what was happening outside. Y/n was speechless, he was right, Tim was hooking up with another girl already. Trying to get all in her pants, as he made out with her. Thoughts started to cloud up her mind until a stretching feeling snapped her out. It was too late when she realised what was happening, he was already thrusting deep into her. Making her into a moaning mess and she didn’t do anything about it, she wouldn’t want to.

“ See that fucker, already onto another girl. But it’s alright, the girl under me is definitely going to have a better time than the girl outside. Isn’t that right Y/n? Come one, tell me how good I make you feel. ” Evan demanded as he pressed her neck down, making her breast compress between her body and the console. The pleasure she was feeling was way too much for her to even answer or get a word out of her mouth. She didn’t even have time to get used to his size before he started ramming into her. So all that was coming out of her mouth was breathy panting and whimpers.

She did somehow managed to get out a sentence, a very choppy one. “ I’m g-glad I went with y-you, you definitely m-make me feel better than T-Tim. You j-just fill me up i-in all the r-right places, hitting me in t-the b-best sp-pots. ” Y/n got out a sentence, moaning every possible second as he kept his rhythm up. “ And you still think we’re just friends? ” Evan panted, sweat glazing every inch of his body. Y/n really didn’t know how to reply, ‘ what are we? Friends, friends with benefits, lovers? ’ She was just as confused but to be honest, she wanted to mean way more after what happened tonight.

“ Anything you want ” Y/n decided on replying. “ Really? So if I ask you to be my girlfriend now, would you? ” God, so many things happening in one night, it's very chaotic. But there was only one right answer. “ Yes ” As soon as she said that, he sped up even more. Holding onto her hips and pounding straight into her. “ Good, because Tim doesn’t deserve you. I do ” Evan’s dominant side was such a surprise to Y/n. He was the sweet and soft kind, but I guess every sweet and soft person has a bad side. But Y/n didn’t mind it, she even loves it. It turns her on so much.

Evan kept on pounding into her, the sound of sweat and skin to skin contact. He thought it was so hot to see Y/n like this, so submissive to him. Laying down below him as he fucked the sense out of her, her ass bouncing up and down on his dick. Her screams, her moans, her whimpers, all music to his ears. God was she pretty, but prettier moaning his name.

Y/n felt so scandalous fucking in a car, she could see everyone outside but no one knew what they doing inside. But because she could see everyone outside, she felt exposed and that they could see her. That was the fun of it though, the thrill of whether they would get caught. The only person she wanted to see them like this was Tim, watching what he’s missing out on and how much of a good time she’s having without him.

The more he thrusted into her, the more sloppy it was getting. Y/n knew Evan was about to cum and so was her. She felt a tight knot in the pit of her stomach and all the adrenaline rushing towards her cunt. Y/n tightened, making Evan groan and pump faster. “ Shit I’m about to cum Evan. ” Y/n was breathless at this point in time. “ Me too, love ” In about no time they both came down to their highs, Y/n collapsing onto Evan. Their skin sticking together due to so much sweat. Y/n was exhausted, she cuddled up into Evan’s neck and closed her eyes. ‘ What an eventful night ’ she thought before letting her sore and twitching body rest. Oh but Evan had other plans.

“ Round 2? ”

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