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shiggyscumrag · 3 years

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How the Haikyuu Boys react to their chubby s/o wearing their clothes

Hello hello hello! I hope your having a good day/night/afternoon :) Anyways I have a mha and demon slayer one as well so yeah, I linked them for easier access :D

Hinata Shoyo

I headcanon Hinata as a closet perv so he would LOVE seeing you in his boxers and his clothes

Seeing all your pretty rolls, big breasts, and love handles makes him almost bust a nut

Deadass would sneak pics of your ass and tits that bust out of his too small clothes

"Sho I dont think this'll fit babe." You say holding up Hinatas tiny shirt and boxers.

"Just give it a try sweet cheeks!" He said giving a wide smile that could rival the sun. I mean how could you say no to that sweet plead. Reluctantly you went to the bathroom to change. You came out in the very tight, very short clothing your boyfriend so earnestly let you borrow.

"OH BABY YOU LOOK SO GOOD! Now come here and let me hold you-"

Kageyama Tobio

He is kinda like Todoroki in the fact that he didnt really know swapping clothing could be a form of affection

So when you first wear his clothes it was on complete accident

You would be like cooking or something and you would spill something on you and he would offer you some of his clothes

Of course you oblige at first because you felt insecure about not being able to fit but he insisted and you change into a pullover and sweatpants of his

When he sees you he gets so flustered. Still has his stoic face but with a flush across it.

"Tobio could I borrow some clothes since these are clearly ruined?" You said gesturing to your now egg covered body.

"Sure, I'll to grab some." He says leaving from the kitchen to his room. That's when it hit you. What if I cant fit his clothes? You'd make an absolute fool of yourself. God how stupid would you feel and you wouldnt wanna make him feel bad. He came back and gave you the clothes to and change into. They didnt look to small but will definently be a bit snug. You hesitantly walk out of the bathroom back to the kitchen where he is waiting patiently. He turns at the feeling of your presence. Immediatly flustered. The sight of your in his clothes has butterflies in his stomach and the way your cute little rolls show through his shirt make his pants uncomfortably tight. His heart clambering as he mumbles out a 'nice'. The reaction has you feeling a little better. You could tell he was flustered and nervous. Way better than being disgusted.

Unexpectedly he came up to you holding you tight in his arms face buried in your neck. You could feel the heat emitting off his body. You like this,it's nice. You'll have to wear his clothes more often.

Kuroo Tetsuro

IMMEDIATELY starts flirting with you.

The minute you walk out wearing his team jacket he says some cheesy pick up line that has you cringing lsmfbdkdl-

He would ADORE you wearing any article of clothing of his, he is obsessed with the idea and when he finally sees you actually wearing his clothes prepare for his wardrobe to now become your own.

"Damn, you're lookin like a whole snack baby! Could I get a taste?" He smirked teasingly as he leaned closer to your face. you had stolen some of his clothes to wear since you decided to stay over at his place last minute.

"Kuroo your so cheesy!" You say as you covered your now reddening face. ot was cute how he flirted, typical and not really smooth or funny but cute none the less. It hojeslty made you feel a lot better and more comfortable. His clothes were a little form fitting on you but they were way more comfortable then your clothes.

"But you clearly love it, getting all flustered~"

Bokuto Kotaroū

Bokuto would be similar to Kageyamas scenario in the fact that you wearing his clothes was and accident

You guys were messing around and you got dirty to the point of no repair so he threw some of his clothes at you and shooed you away to the bathroom to change. So when things were a little snug, you shyly came out of the bathroom.

And once you come back a little shy at the tighter fit he just simply engulfs you and praises you to no end

"Here think fast!" Bo shouts and chucks a tshirt and shorts at you. You caught them with your face as you both simply laughed it off. You made your way to go change into the clothes he just threw at your face. You gotta be honest with yourself and admit your a little doubtful that his clothes might fit but tried them on anyways. You didnt want to make him upset.

After a few minutes you come back to his cross cross applesauce form waiting for you with a smile. He turned to look at you and you could've sworn you saw smoke blow out his ears and hearts fill his eyes. Before you could even get a word in he smothered you.

"Y/N YOU LOOK SO PRETTY!" He shouted as he paraded around you looking over you at every angle. You obviously get a bit flustered from all the attention. He stops at your front and gives you one last passionate kiss right in the lips. Man can this man make you swoon. "PLEASE WEAR MY CLOTHES EVERYDAY!"

Atsumu Miya

Mans is like Kuroo in the way he immediately starts flirting

Except his turns physical way faster than Kuroo

He would man handle you into his lap and just start making out with you. You in his boxers and got him all hot and bothered and now your gonna have to pay for it slfmfhbdkdld-

"Damn- I knew I snagged a hottie but fuck do you look good." Atsumu stated as he basically eye fucked you from across the room.

"Atsumu-" you started rolling your eyes when you were stopped midsentence as you were practically tackled onto his bed. He towered above you encasing you between his arms.

"I love seeing you in my clothes and all but right now they'll just have to occupy the floor-"

Yamaguchi Tadashi

He is so flustered klyjrhdkdl

He would be the typical sweet reaction of rambling on and on about how cute you look and how he loves you in his clothes

He would smother you in affection, expect kisses, hugs, and cuddles!

He only discovers how much he loves you wearing his clothes until you ask to wear his hoodie and his heart swoons at the sight of you.

You pull the hoodie over your head and snuggly hug your form. His favorite green hoodie with a simple bee embroidery on the left pec area now on your body.he couldn't help the little whine that came form histhroat. You were just to darn cute!! Face flushed and hands now all over your form as he plants sweet little kisses all over your face causing you to burst into a for of giggles.

"Yams! Yams what are you- haha! Tadashi that tickles!" You playfully shouted as Yamaguchi was now laying on top of you leaving little kisses on every visible skin he could reach.

"I cant help it! You just look to adorbale! How did I get so lucky!" He said connecting your lips to his.

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yunhostinyuyu · 3 years

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pairing: bad boy!san x fem reader

genre: college au, suggestive, almost smut

wc: 3.1k

synopsis: Y/N swore herself to never get involved with people like Choi San: the typical fuckboy. She hated him (or she at least made herself believe she did) but thats the exact reason that drew him towards her...

warnings: teasing, making out, mentions of sex, alcohol and drugs

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„look at who we have here? Y/N doing her dirty laundry, never thought I’d witness that.“

you were hunched on your floor with baskets of freshly washed clothes all around the floor. Whipping your head to the door of your dorm‘s bathroom, and you immediately regret it. The cheeky comment came from no other than Choi San - Resident fuck boy and unfortunately, your roommates best friend. He is the type of guy your parents would warn you from. The type to play with a girl until he’s satisfied and dips right after.

The type of you you would never want to get involved with in any sort of way.

But, since he hangs around your dorm frequently and you share a few classes and lectures, that was not easy. Crashing on the couch you bought with your roommate bought together when you moved in, more often than you’d like. Throwing certain looks at you when you entered the lecture halls or passed by him when he was chatting and smoking with his friends off campus. Never letting you breathe for a single moment, he enjoyed teasing you. Needless to say you hated his guts for many things, and he just added more reasons to your imaginary list with every passing day you saw him around campus.

Meanwhile, you’re lifestyle was the complete opposite of his, being the well mannered and friendly classmate, the typical nice girl everyone thought you were - and what your parents wanted you to be. Of course, you were not always like that, especially around your friends. With them you could act the way you truly are, and that was anything but the front you put on most of the time. But San made you drop any sort of friendliness to curse at him every chance you got. And right now was no different:

“Fuck off Choi. Wooyoung isn’t here, so leave.” you spat while not paying anymore attention to him, instead going back to the task at hand.

Taking a few steps towards you, inspecting the room as if he had seen it for the first time, and paying close attention of you putting clothes out of the washing machine. His eyes paying close attention to your hands that move in fluid motions.

“I know, but he’ll be here any second.” Trailing off, and you decided to not even answer him - he isn’t worth your time or nerves right now, after all he just wanted to get under your skin and rile you up. And the less you talk, the better.

He hums to himself, as he bends down to pick up one black, lacy pair of undergarments, inspecting them closely. His thumbs grazing over the neat material, fingertips holding them up in the air. You don’t realize he took something from the basket to your left until he comments on them.

“Are these new? Must be, huh... your little ass would look sooo cute in them. Are you gonna wear them for me one day, Y/N?” his low voice echoed through the tiled room, and you are fast to react: snatching the pair of panties back, out of his grip and throwing it back into the basket. Scoffing, showing your stride at him without any hesitation. “In your dreams. Now, leave me alone. I’m not gonna repeat myself, Choi.” Your features twist as you grow more and more annoyed with him.

“Oh don’t worry,” he backed up a few steps, but the cocky grin stayed on his lips, “with that attitude I’ll most certainly dream of it.”

You heard the door twist, which could only mean that Wooyoung was finally here to save you from any further suggestive comments. Considering you couldn’t stand anything more that was about to leave his mouth.

Admittedly, San has his reputation for a reason: him being one of the most handsome guys you have ever laid your eyes on. And if he wasn’t such an asshole, there would be a possibility you’d be interested in him. And yes, if the stigma that your parents had embroidered into your brain, that ‘sex is bad’ and to stay ‘pure’ until you’re married. If you could push that out of your mind for good, you would be maybe like San. Maybe, you’d even be with him... but god forbid he would ever find out you thought of him like that, especially when you had one of your moments, late at night. If he would know about your honest thoughts, he would use it to his advantage. He wouldn’t give in until he got his way with you - in his very own way.

“San-ah! Come on, we gotta go!” your roommate screams and prompts the visitor to get going quick.

“Too bad, guess I’ll see you around, Y/N. Maybe one day my dreams will become reality nonetheless.” He turns on his heels and dashes towards his friend. The repeating sound of the lock falling into place made you sigh out loudly, pressing your forehead against the cold material of the washing machine you’re still sitting in front of.

Incidents like these are not new and you have already gotten used to San having zero shame when it came to anything even remotely personal or sexual. He knew how he comes across, which only scores him more and more girls to take home and to make his body count grow rapidly. But until now, it hasn’t worked with you, and he’s trying time and time again to wrap you around his finger. Without success.

And you planned to keep it this way.

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“I hate you for dragging me here.” you groaned after you kept chewing on the rim of your red cup. The girl on your right ignored your comment and kept scanning the crowd.

It was unbelievable, but yes: you were stuck on a frat party... again. Your cousin Mijung needed to meet a guy she was planning on hooking up with, and you lost a bet, so you had to go with her. In secret, she was still scared to go by herself and you wanted to help her - regardless of that you hated parties like this. Obviously, you hoped that she wouldn’t leave your side too soon, but at the same time it only meant you could get home earlier, which was a win in your books.

„Sure you do. But I don’t care right now, because you owe it to me. You could let loose for once and also get some good di-“

„No, I’m not, and you know I can’t!“ you cut Mijung off and she lifts her hands up in defeat.

She just scoffs while scanning the place for faces she might recognize. “Yes, yes I know. God forbid your parents ever find out your at a party like this, or even have sex. But they have nothing to worry about.” Thinking to yourself that they really do not need to worry, but deep inside you wanted to do all these things that you got restricted from. Forcefully restricted yourself from, and the longer you thought about it, you wanted to go against it. Date and sleep with guys as you please, live a little. But still, something unknown was holding you back from it.

“You know it’s not just that but also-“ you started explaining yourself for the nth time in your life, but now she cut you off and hopped off her barstool. The man she was waiting for finally appeared and she left with him after they exchanged a quick peck as a greeting. Being uncomfortable with the scene, you fumbled with your phone in order not to look awkward or out of place - but that’s exactly what you were. And on top of that, you were alone.

You held your phone tightly in your grip, watching over the intense crowd, people on people and the sight made you nauseous, especially when you locked eyes with someone that was kissing or grinding on each other. You wanted to be able to do those sorts of things, but at the same time it scared you, almost disgusted you. But the sting of alcohol in your cup that you barely drank made everything worse. The situation altogether was just too much for you.

“Now look at that, am I high or is the notorious Y/N at our place?”

You cursed to yourself when you recognized his voice.

“Fuck off, Choi.” was the first and only thing that you could think of while still scrolling mindlessly through your apps to appear busy.

He slides into the seat Mijung left empty just a few minutes ago. “Now, you know that doesn’t affect me. I just wanna talk a bit. I’m not feeling getting hammered tonight if I’m being honest.” He started a conversation and you forced yourself to look at him. He looked too good to be true with his messy hair and black shirt and jeans. But you ignored his visuals in order to give him a strict look.

“And what do you wanna talk about? We never talk. And I’m not gonna be here for much longer anyways.” You explained and San rose and eyebrow at your comment. “Oh? So we’re do you plan on going?”

You didn’t know, since Mijung was left so early, you haven’t given it any thought other than going back home, even if it was too early to leave, but yet dark outside.

“Home. To my dorm. I hate places like this.” You looked away, and he noticed your discomfort. The atmosphere was really awkward between the two of you. As a result you turned slightly away from him.

He sighs, “You know, we can go somewhere quiet.” You adamantly shake your head at his suggestion, “no, I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re aware of your reputation and so am I. I’m not doing that.” you spat disheartinly, assuming it was another one of his attempts to get into your pants. But surprisingly, it wasn’t.

“No, you listen now,” he took hold of your arm and twisted you back to face him. “You’re uncomfortable here, I can see that. I’m taking you to my room. And not to get with you, but because I promised Wooyoung to take him home when he’s completely wasted tonight. I can take you home then alongside him.” he says and his brows furred a little.

Wooyoung was someone you trusted, so if he trusted San to take him home when he’s completely shitfaced, then maybe you could also trust him? All alarms went off in your head telling you he was anything but trustworthy. But as you looked into his eyes, there was something genuine about his offer. But after a few moments of thinking, you gave him the benefit of the doubt: you complied and nodded, “okay, but just because Woo trusts you.” But that was enough for him.

He got up and urged you to come after him, walking up the stairs until the loud noises from the other people steadily died down. After the two of you entered his room, your nervousness und sense of awkwardness disappeared again. Even if it was San, you were used to him, to his presence. And it was better then to be lost and alone downstairs.

“Make yourself feel at home.” He introduces you when he plops down at his bed, while you took a closer look around his personal space. There were plenty of books on his shelf, a flag hung up on the wall, and the desk was messy in books and other stuff he used frequently. To be honest, you imagined his room to be more messy, but it was just a kind of creative chaos.

The silence in his room was thick. He watched your movements closely for a while, but you tried to give him not much attention, even if you felt his stares linger on you. Minutes passed until he started to speak up again:

“Do you mind if I ask you something? I’m kinda curious, y’know.”

You turned around and look into his eyes, that are loosely hidden behind his dark strains of hair over his forehead. Arms pushed behind him on the bed to support his upper body, leaning back. You walk back a little until you sit down in a giant bean bag that was in the center of the small room. While you adjust yourself you look over to him once again, signaling him to continue talking. He sits up a little, leaning forward, elbows resting on his thighs.

“You know, any other girl would beg me to fuck them if they were in your spot. Why are you so determined to do anything but that?”

Taken aback, you knew San was bold, but you didn’t expect him to go there, especially not at this time, when he offered a hide out for you so considerably. Shrugging your shoulders you dip your chip to your chest and try to figure out a way to answer his question.

“I’m, uhm, I’m... it’s just not my thing.” You stutter out, and you are pretty sure you have an aura of uncertainty surrounding you. Of course, San picks up on it:

“Wait, not your thing? What kinda guy did you sleep with that make you think that way about sex? Or girl?” His facial expressions clearly confused, not yet understanding your reasoning.

You stayed silent. Because you couldn’t muster to say the truth: you haven’t. Yes, you were a still a virgin, in college. Nobody knew other than Mijung, not even any of your closest friends. And the fact that San was this close to discovering your secret, or probably already did, made you anxious.

“Mmh, I get it now. You never got laid. Not even once in your life. Am I Right?” He assumed and hit the nail right on the head. You wanted to cuss him out, hit and slap him, but that would only prove him right. The blush that crept on your face was answer enough for him. He stood up from his place on the bed to sit back down next to you on the floor. You couldn’t look at him, because of the pure humiliation he’s putting you through, trying to get swallowed by the fuzzy material of your seat.

“So that’s the reason you’re acting like this most of the time: you have never gotten any action together than with yourself. How am I only just now figuring this out?” He chuckles, having you in a spot were you couldn’t get out as easy as you’d like. Still not opting to speak, gnawing at the inside of your cheek instead, but you don’t need to anyway, because he continues to piece the evidence together.

“Wooyoung once mentioned you had strict parents, you know. Judging by how you act around your friends, I didn’t think you’d care about what they thought, no? You’re well past the age of being ‘daddy’s good girl’. And also by the way you throw shallow insults at me every time we are in the same room, I can tell you that you’re anything but the nice girl your parents want you to be. That’s not the real you. But Y/N, you know it’s your life? You can do whatever you want? If you want to take drugs, take them. If you want to smoke, smoke. If you want to get dicked down, then for fucks sake get some! You’re old enough to make your own decisions.”

Stunned by his rant, you scanned his face for any signs of emotions, but it was really hard to tell what was going on in his head. He sighs and dips his chin to the side, before finding your eyes again, taking your hand into his rough ones. The physical touch had a certain effect on you, and you wanted to be closer to him. Your future self your probably slap yourself in the face for this, but right now you got lost in his dark eyes and deep stare. Feeling vulnerable under the intensity of his gaze, not knowing what to do or say. Taking a quick breath, you uttered under your breath “where is this going, San?” Against all expectations, he smiles.

“Anything that happens here, between you and I, nobody else is gonna know about it. Not a single soul.” His hand slowly start to wander up your arm, touching the skin of your neck and threads his fingers through the strains of hair that rest on your shoulder. You don’t feel anything other than the alarms in the back of your mind slowly subside and be replaced by other thoughts.

“Just tell me no and I’ll stop.” His voice comes out raspy and seductive, and it sends waves of arousal down your core, even if the only physical contact you two had was from his wandering hands. The thought excited you, and he had a point: you could do whatever you wanted, and up until now, the consequences would keep you from giving into him. But there are no worries of the sort holding you back anymore, and if it was only for tonight, so be it. He was to strong, his effect was too strong.

His eyes never leave yours, until you give him an answer.

“Yes, okay. Yes I want it. I want you to show me what I’m missing out on.” You brace yourself for whats coming next, but nothing could prepare you for what he had in mind. He grabs your hips to lift you up, and in shock your arms fly to grab his shoulders. He settles you down in his lap, hands immediately find your ass and grips the flesh through your jeans. You both lean forward, hot breath mixing and hitting your faces. That was until San looses his patience just a few seconds later and presses his lips onto yours. And it wasn’t like anything you have ever felt before.

The two of you move in sync for what feels like ages, his tongue entering your mouth and taking the lead as he continues to grip your waist and butt to draw a few whimpers out of you. Your fingers found their place in his nape and gripped his hair as you busied your mouth with his. He breaks the kiss and moves down towards your neck and starts to suck on your skin, making marks blossom in shades of red and purple.

“If you want this to be a secret, you should make sure to cover up your marks later, because I’m not letting you go without adding my mark to your beautiful, beautiful body.”

Eyes blown out in lust, and you died in anticipation. He sucked more and more hickeys until he was satisfied with the finished product. He lifted his head up again and you wanted to kiss him again.

But then, you heard something hit the door from the outside, followed by a thud and a load groan. “San-ah! Let me in, I need to -“

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harrysbbby · 4 years

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Super Rich Kids

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe and Y/N are young and in love, not to mention filthy rich. But does money really buy happiness? Based on Super Rich Kids by Frank Ocean

Words: 3k

Warnings: drug use, swearing, mentions of su*cide so please be mindful if this would be triggering. a whole lot of angst

Start my day up on the roof

There's nothing like this type of view

Point the clicker at the tube

I prefer expensive news

Rafe Cameron was an anomaly. Too spoilt to hang with the Pogues, too much of a delinquent to fit in with the Kooks. But he made do.

One of his favourite things was watching the sunrise from the roof next to his room’s large bay window. It centred him, calmed him. His mind was constantly racing, so seeing the orange glow rise over the trees, was nothing short of relaxing.

He would usually do this while scrolling through his phone, checking Instagram, seeing what party had happened the night before across Figure Eight. Fox News would send him updates, you know, rich people paying rich people to tell middle class people to blame poor people. And he supposed he fed into that idea, but as the sun hit his eyes, making him squint, he didn’t think further into it.

New car, new girl

New ice, new glass

New watch, good times babe

It's good times, yeah

Wind blew through your hair as you drove along the highway. You laughed raising your hands above the open windscreen, feeling the air on your fingertips. You could feel the diamond ring wobble on your finger, pulling your hands down to admire it. It matched your icy diamond bracelet, courtesy of your new boyfriend.

Rafe leant over placing a hand on your thigh, the cold feeling of his Rolex catching your attention. You could see your reflection in his glasses as you smiled at him. You leant over, placing a kiss on his cheek, before throwing your head back, whooping into the open air.

She wash my back three times a day

This shower head feels so amazing

We'll both be high, the help don't stare

They just walk by, they must don't care

The steam of the shower blended in the air with the smoke of weed, creating a damp leafy smell. Your soapy hands ran over his skin, washing off the dried saltwater. You grabbed the shampoo, foaming it up in your hands before reaching up to run it through his hair. He held your waist, securing your stance against him as you washed the salt and sand and seaweed from his hair.

He leant his head back, letting the water run over his head. He could feel your lips on his neck. He let out a throaty groan, gripping your bare ass. You giggled into his neck, hand running through his hair, ridding him of the rest of the shampoo.

He felt euphoric.

The two of you were giggling uncontrollably as you exited the shower, leaving puddles along the lavish floors of the main bathroom. You were wrapped poorly in the white fluffy towels, when you heard the vacuum cleaner whir from down the hall.

“Oh shit, the maid is here,” you cursed. Rafe’s bloodshot eyes lit up as hushed chuckles escaped his mouth. You tried to shush him, but your laughter was louder than his.

You made a run for it, sprinting down the hall, leaving drops of water behind. You slinked past the maid in the open living room upstairs. She didn’t even flinch as your white-towel clad bodies raucously giggled all the way to your room. She had seen similar scenes a hundred times through. She’d found the bottles of alcohol hidden in your room, or your stash of weed. She needed the money, she needed employment from your family, she didn’t care what you did. You and Rafe collapsed onto your bed, still giggling out of your minds.

A million one, a million two

A hundred more will never do

Rafe went home that night. As he entered the house, he heard his dad summon him to the kitchen.

“Hey son,” he greeted him, not looking up from his paper, “I transferred some more money into your account today, saw you made some pretty decent purchases.”

“Yeah,” Rafe cleared his throat, “they’re for my, uh, new girlfriend. You always told me how to treat a girl right, Dad. I really think you’d like her.”

“That’s lovely,” Ward eyes never wandered from the page he was intently staring at. Rafe’s shoulders hunched as he made his way upstairs, unsure his dad even registered his retreating footsteps.

He took out his phone, opening up his banking app, surveying the hefty total. His heart didn’t pick up like it used to when he saw the number rise. He felt empty and unloved, but as your name appeared in a notification at the top of his screen, he thought, maybe, he would have a chance of filling that void.

Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce

Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms

“I never understood what this is called,” your words slurred as you held the bottle up to your eyes, squinting as your hazy eyes struggled to focus.

“Who gives a shit! It tastes good either way,” Rafe leant forward, snatching the bottle from your hands, taking a large swig. You drunkenly laughed before pulling him into a kiss.

Music blared as the party pumped around you. Topper, who was sitting on the other side of Rafe, rolled his eyes.

“It’s ‘mow-ey’ if you’re show-ey and Mo-et if you know-it,” he said taking the bottle from Rafe’s hand, pouring the bubbly liquid into two flutes and passing them back to you and Rafe, “so please, be classy.”

You immediately downed the drink in one go, tipping your head back as you went.

“Or,” one of Rafe’s other friends drawled, reaching into his back pocket, “we could do some of this.”

You eyed the bag of leafy green substance. You held onto Rafe’s bicep, as he grabbed the bag from his friend’s fingers.

You were slouched on the couch, Rafe lazily slung over your middle as you stoked his hair.

“Do you ever wish we had a normal childhood?”

Your high took away your inhibitions, your mouth moving before your brain could stop it. Rafe swivelled in his spot below you, glancing up at your face. He thought about what he had the other night: the void in his chest, the feeling of being unloved, but the feeling of doing whatever the hell you wanted when you wanted was so freeing, but was it freeing enough? He answered honestly.

“I…I don’t know.”

The maids come around too much

Parents ain't around enough

Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar

“Why is your house always being cleaned? How does it even have enough time to get dirty again?”

You laughed at Rafe’s question as you led him into the garage.

“You know my mother, she’s a germaphobe. One speck of dust and she brings the cleaning day forward a half a week!”

You opened the door to the garage, smiling as Rafe’s jaw dropped. He inspected the glistening gold, pristinely kept Jag.

“Now, my parents are out of town, which is the only reason I’m letting you do this,” you pointed your finger at him, before tossing him the keys. As he ran past you to the car, he planted a kiss on your cheek, swinging open the driver’s side door, “Please be so careful, my Dad will kill me if we do anything happens to it.”

You joined him in the car, smiling as he delicately ran his hands over the interior, little ‘oh my God’s escaping his lips. He placed the key in the ignition, hearing the car turn on, allowing an appreciative moan to escape his lips.

“Let’s take this baby for a spin!”

Too many white lies and white lines

Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends

Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends

You walked inside the party, Rafe’s friends immediately ushering him away from you.

“Look, what I’ve got.”

Rafe’s eyes train in on the white powdery substance in the small plastic bag. He gulped. He’d drunk and done drugs before, sure. But cocaine was different. Although its white colour glistened against the glass of the table, its darkness was encompassing.

“Babe! Where are you?”

Rafe heard you call his name. He hushed the boys around him.

“Later, later.”

He ran up the stairs, finding you and spinning you around, capturing your lips in a kiss. It caught you off guard, but you melted into it.

You hummed as he released you before capturing the sight over his shoulder.

“Ew gross. Cocaine is disgusting. Makes people so violent. Promise me you won’t become like them,” you caressed Rafe’s face nodded your head towards the guys behind him.

“Yeah of course. I would never,” he nodded, allowing you to drag him away, casting one final look at the white powdered table as you went.

It was hours later, and you still couldn’t find Rafe. He left you at the beer pong table to go to the bathroom, but had never returned. You weaved your way through the party, before his blue polo caught your eye. He was hunched over a table, a group of rowdy, aggressive boys surrounding him, one hand up to nose. You stomped over to where he was faced away from you, tapping his shoulder harshly.

He rose, turning his head, catching sight of you. He stood to his feet quickly, hastily wiping the white under his nose.

“Y/N, I—” he started, but your raised hand cut him off.

“No Rafe, I’m just… so disappointed, I really didn’t think this was you.” He looked like a scorned puppy, eyes wide and lip pouted. Problem was, he was meant to be your ride tonight. All your things, including your car, at his house. But very obviously he could not drive. You crossed your arms over your chest, “Give me your keys. I’m leaving. I don’t care if you come or not.”

He quickly fished into his pocket, handing you the keys as you continued to glare at him. You stalked away. He felt one of the boys hands come to grasp his shoulder as another laughed.

“Bro, your Mrs is mad!”

“She’s gonna give you the best angry sex—"

“Just, shut up!” Rafe snapped angrily. The rage burning inside of him was like nothing he had ever felt before. The heat rose, as if steam emitted from his years, his skin felt like it was on fire. He shrugged the guy’s hand off his shoulder, jogging to catch you before you left.

Real love, I'm searching for a real love

Oh, real love, I'm searching for a real love

Oh, real love

You and Rafe had just exited the Golf Club, walking hand in hand towards his car. It was your 6 month anniversary. You celebrated with an amazing meal, and Rafe even surprised you with an amazing new dress and shoes for the evening. You were super impressed he had managed to pick it out, but understood more when he said he had gotten Sarah’s help. Regardless, it flattered you, as he had clearly been paying attention as the dress was the same one you had eyed off shopping together just weeks previous.

The chilly night air hit your skin causing you to shiver. Rafe let go of your hand, shrugging off his suit jacket, before wrapping it around your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you smiled. You reached his car, leaning against the passenger side door as Rafe held both your hands, “I had a really great time tonight.”

“Me too,” he pulled your head up to meet his, placing his lips gently on yours. This kiss felt different than the others, more passionate, slower and more tender. Rafe pulled away looking into your eyes. He felt a warm feeling in his stomach, like it was summer, butterflies floating around. His knees felt weak, as he whispered, “I love you.”

He had never said it before. He don’t even think he had felt it before, ever. He didn’t get this feeling when he was with other girls or his family. He felt nervous, worried that this wasn’t the feeling he was meant to have.

“I love you too,” the anxiety pulsating through his body subsided when he heard those words. He pulled you in for another kiss and he knew. This was what it was meant to be like: love. Real love.

We end our day up on the roof

I say I'll jump, I never do

But when I'm drunk I act a fool

Talking 'bout, do they sew wings on tailored suits

You had reached the Cameron house, following Rafe up to his room. He immediately moved across the room, stepping outside his large window. You huffed, following him, knowing your argument wasn’t over. You sat next to him, bringing your legs up to your chest, looking out over the trees, looking as if they were glistening under the moonlight.

“You know, sometimes, I think it would be easier if I jumped.”

His voice was solemn, yet serious. He sounded as if it was something he had genuinely considered, hard expression staring off into the middle distance.

“Rafe,” you started, but he continued.

“I think, it would be so much easier to just end this life, start the next. See what’s in store for the afterlife. But then I think, would there even be a spot for a person like me in heaven?”

You didn’t know what to say. Your skin felt hot and your heart was beating out of your chest.

“You’re not a bad person, you just… do stupid stuff sometimes,” you tried to calm him. But his expression didn’t change.

I'm on that ledge, she grabs my arm

She slaps my hand

It's good times, yeah

Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall

The market's down like 60 stories

He was stood now, but his feet were unsteady. He looked almost unwell, sweat beaded across his forehead. You stood slowly arms outstretched, watching as his feet shuffled. They took one too many little steps, missing one of the roof tiles, causing him to wobble.

“Rafe!” you screamed, reaching forward grabbing his arm. You used all the strength in your body to pull him towards you. It worked but sent both of you falling back onto the roof. He landed next to you. You groaned as you sat up, rubbing your elbows which took the brunt of your fall.

“What the fuck was that Y/N?” his voice was gravely. He shoved you away from him, as he struggled to get to his feet again. You stood slowly.

“What the fuck was what? You were gonna fall, Rafe!” you yelled back, your face holding a bewildered expression.

He felt the fire burning inside once again. But now the voices that had been drowned out from the sticky substance flying up his nose, had begun crawling out of the void

No one loves you.

Your father thinks you’re a failure.

No one loves you.

You’re not gonna get anywhere.

Why would she love you?

“I don’t need your fucking help, okay?” His voice was venomous. You could feel droplets of spit hit your face, burning as if they were poisonous. Tears welled in your eyes as he continued to scream, “I’ve never wanted it. You were a good fuck, but you don’t mean anything to me!”

“You don’t mean that,” you whispered. It was the drugs talking. He was Rafe, your Rafe, and he loved you.

“Yeah, I do.” The certainty in his voice was piercing. The voices were egging him on: you mean it, you mean it. But really, he felt it. Nothing meant anything to him. The void was swallowing him up whole and he didn’t want to take you with him. “Everything in my life is shit, okay? Including you. I don’t need you telling me what to do and I especially don’t need you for anything else. We’re done.”

Tears were falling rapidly down your face. His expression was so hard, it alone couldn’t have cracked your heart. Sobs began escaping from your lips, watching as he breathed heavily. This was not the boy you fell in love with. This was the shell, overtaken by his self-loathing and unfulfillment. You wiped your face, collecting yourself.

“So what that’s it?” you asked, already knowing the answer. Rafe didn’t say anything, the only movement coming from him being the heavy rise and fall of his chest. “I really hope you figure out whatever’s going on with you,” your voice was so shaky the words nearly didn’t come out. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you hastily climbed back through the window, wanting to get away from him as quickly as possible.

The heat had subsided from Rafe’s body as he watched you leave. Your tears had dampened enough of the fire for him to realise what he had just done.

She never loved you.

You’re a failure.

How could anyone ever love you?

He heard your car start from the driveway, seeing the red reflection of your lights against the trees get dimmer and dimmer. You were gone. And you were never going to come back.

And some don't end the way they should

My silver spoon has fed me good

A million one, a million cash

Close my eyes and feel the crash

So you and Rafe broke up. You’d run into each other at parties occasionally, barely making eye contact and definitely never speaking. Over time you showed up with a new boyfriend, clad in designer wear. Rafe continued to hand in the corner, snorting blow and a bottle Moet in his hands, desperately clinging to the last thing he had left, you.

The Cameron money stood well over time, aiding Rafe and his addiction. But every snort came at a different kind of price. His emptiness grew larger and wider, fully encircling his body. The only thing reminding him he was alive was the pit in his stomach, ignited every time he got high.

At night when he would close his eyes, begging slumber to take him he would see your face. The wind blowing through your hair. Your smile. What it felt like to feel loved. Something he hadn’t felt until he met you and hadn’t felt since he lost you. He was empty and unloved.

Real love, ain't that something rare

I'm searching for a real love, talking 'bout real love

Real love, yeah

Real love

I'm searching for a real love

Talkin' 'bout a real love

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a/n: I never really write angst jsjdjajsj but lemme know what you thought.

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yumehoxo · 3 years

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Convinced- eren x reader

(⚠️WARNING⚠️ -this story contains substance use, strong language, sexual content and more)

*Ding*

Connie:

-Yo imma pick you up at around 7:30-ish to be ready.

"Ughh I hope I'm making the right decision" you thought to yourself.

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It's was already 7:12 pm and you haven't even gotten up to change yet, you look at the time one more time and see how late it has gotten and frantically rush to your closet to get something to wear. 'This is such a drag. Why did I even bother to say yes'. You chose a short miniskirt and a cropped shirt and put them on as fast as you can. You ran to the bathroom and fixed your hair and makeup. As your in the middle of doing your make-up Connie calls you. 'Oh no. don't tell me he's here already it's only 7:20' you whined. You pick up the phone call and Connie says.. "Yo I'm in the neighborhood but I'm having trouble finding your complex, mind giving me some directions again?" you sighed, " You have been to my apartment over 20 times now how do you not remember??" You asked. "Look bruh it's really confusing and you already know ian good with directions!" Connie said frustrated. "As soon as you enter the neighborhood you take a right, then two lefts." You said pissed off. "OH YEAHH I REMEM-" you ended the phone call. As you finished off your lipgloss, you grabbed your bag and debated on if you should wear shoes or heels 'I don't even know if I remember how to walk in those' you said looking at your heels, you grabbed your shoes instead. Then you heard it, a rapid knocking at the door, indicating Connie was here. You grabbed your things and did a little jog to the door.

"Woah you smell so good!" Connie said. He was wearing sweatpants and a Dolce & Gabbana long sleeved shirt. You couldn't lie he was a good looking guy and he knew how to dress, and on top of that he's one of the most funniest people you know.

"Thanks Connie" you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "Who's hosting this party anyways?" You ask as you lock your door.

"It's this guy named Jean or something like that" Connie says.

Your eyes widen to the name 'well now I know Alessia is going to be there'. "Wow I guess that's just my luck huh?" You say.

"What do you mean that's 'just your luck'?"Connie asks. The expression on his face is pure confusion.

"We used to date in high school, that's all" you state with a relaxed attitude.

Connie presses the elevator button to get back down to the first floor and he asks "Isn't that, kind of a big deal, like what were the odds that you both went to the same out of state University?" Connie asks.

"I dunno I guess it is." you shrug. 'I mean he isn't wrong I haven't seen him since senior year and I'm now a sophomore, that like what almost 2 years?' Your thoughts get interrupted... "Y/n ... Y/n... Y/N??" Connie basically shouts, gaining your attention back to reality.

"W-what do you want, goddamn?" You ask irritated by his loud tone.

"You weren't answering me, I was trying to ask you are you going to drink tonight?" Connie asks.

"Uhh I don't know yet, I'll see how crazy the party is when I get there, and if it's bad then I probably won't drink much" you say as you open his passenger side car door.

"Drink much?? SO YOUR GOING TO DRINK?" Connie asks excitedly.

"Why the fuck are you screaming I'm literally right next to you? But yeah I am." You respond back.

"O-oh sorry I don't realize how loud I get..." he says scratching the back of his head with a nervous expression.

As you guys are driving you don't even realize that it's almost dark outside as the yellow sunset hits your skin in the car. Connie's music was playing way to loud but you would have to get used to it anyway once you get to the party, 'at least his taste in music isn't bad' you think to yourself. As (s/n) plays in the background. You've been to parties before but since it's been so long, your nerves are through the ceiling and the butterfly's in your stomach are giving you mild cramps. 'Just take a deep breath, you've done this before.'

Before you know it, you and Connie are already at the party, it's being hosted in a big house with it's own gate (that was left open). You can see the flashing lights coming through the windows and as you drive closer you can feel the bass of the music. Connie parks his car off to the side so it's easy for him to get out, and you both exit the car.

"We won't be on the first floor, all the secondary people who didn't get invited personally by the owner or the owners friends stay on that floor" Connie says.

"Reiner invited me since we've been friends since Freshman year" he states.

"Oh okay, hopefully it's more calm upstairs.." you say as you guys walk to the front door.

As soon as the the huge double doors open you can see a sea of people partying. All packed together like it was a concert or something. You see couples making out, girls grinding on guys, people throwing up because they can't take what's in their cup any longer, there are girls without any clothing on waist up exposing their breasts to a group of guys. Connie grabs your hand and leads you threw the crowd. He can see the look of concern and disgust on your face.

"Sorry that you have to see this." He says rolling his eyes.

He grips on to your hand a little tighter since the crowd was getting more packed the further down you go. The finally you guys reached it, the stairs. There is a velvet rope indicating that only a certain few are allowed up there. Two men stood there, one of them smoking a cigarette and the other holding a list of names.

"Name?" The man with the list asks coldly. He had dirty blonde hair and tattoos on the sides of his face.

"Connie. Connie Springer." Connie says back equally as coldly.

You can feel the eyes of the other man landing on you, you can feel him looking at your body and then breasts.

"Your good to go." The blonde boy states.

'Finally' you think to yourself in relief. Just the fact that someone was probably just thinking of having sex with you without even knowing you made you feel uncomfortable. You start walking up the stairs and you can still feel his eyes on you, specifically your ass. You were fuming up 'does he have no shame?!' You think angrily to yourself. You've had just about enough you were about to turn around and tell him off.. then Connie walks right up behind you so it's blocks the mans view. You sigh out in relief.

"Sorry about that, some people just have no self control." Connie whispers in your ear so the man doesn't hear anything.

You and Connie make your way up the spiral staircase, you can imminently feel how much more quieter it gets when you get up there. In front of you guys is a hallway with 3 doors on each side and double doors at the end of the hall. You notice the doors have signs on them. "Vacant" or "Empty". Only two of the doors had the sign flipped to "Vacant".

"There for people who want private rooms, like if only a certain group of people wanted to do something together or if you wanted to hookup with someone." Connie says.

"Yeah I figured, that's really smart." You respond back. You can feel the vibrations of the music downstairs at your feet.

"Thank god were not down there" you say in relief.

"Yeah, that place is crazy all the time I don't know how people find that fun." Connie says rolling his eyes.

Connie opens the door for you. To the right there's a T.V hooked onto the wall and a group of 10 people sitting together just talking. To the left is a mini kitchen. You can see that behind the kitchen is a table with food, drinks, and cups there. You noticed the cups were color coded, three colors, neon blue, neon pink, and neon green. In front of each cup was a sign. In front of the neon blue cups was the sign "Taken", I'm front of the of the neon pink cups was "Not looking for any relationship", and in front of the Green cup was "Single". Connie went ahead a grabbed a blue cup and poured himself the fruit punch and alcohol mixture. Connie was currently dating Sasha but she was on a trip with her family for the holidays leaving Connie all alone. You went ahead a grabbed a green cup for yourself and poured (f/d) in it instead. You weren't going to have alcohol until a little later since it was only 8:13 pm.

"Come on let me introduce to everyone I know" Connie says taking your hand leading you to a room in the back.

Connie leads you to the room which contained a Billiardo table to the very right which two men were using and there was a couch at the back that had a group of people sitting there. You could see Jean sitting on the floor in between a black haired girls legs while throwing darts to the wall. His hair was grown out and he looked much more mature. Next to the black haired girl on the couch was a blonde boy with an undercut. On the couch on the other side was a brown haired boy with long hair tied back into a messy bun, he has tattoos on his right arm and some on his left, and he had stud piercings in his ears. He was wearing grey sweatpants with a shortsleeved shirt with the word "Primitive" on the front. They shirt wrapped perfectly around his sculpted biceps. You looked away to make sure nobody notices that your staring. Next to him is a blonde girl she was somewhat tall and had facial bangs. There are two girls on the floor, another blonde girl but she was short and more petite and another girl next to her with brown hair and freckles flirting with her making the blonde one blush. You realize Jean and the black haired girl cups are blue. You also see that The blonde boy and the girl next to the brown haired boy guys are also blue. Everyone else's cups were green. 'A lot of taken people' you think to yourself.

"WOAH NO WAY" you can hear Jean scream locking eye contact with you "IS THAT REALLY YOU Y/N?" He says while getting up. You can tell the black haired girl is staring him down.

"Y-yeah. It's been so long!" You say while side hugging him. You can smell the faint scent of marijuana on him. The black haired girls eyes reach you staring you down, looking at your breasts and body figure. You turn your head to the back of the room Where a tall brown haired boy and blonde hair boy make their way to you.

"Yo Reiner!" Connie says while dapping him up.

"Yo Connie!" He says back. His eyes land land on you, locking eye contact.

"Connie who'd you bring with you?" He said with a smirk on his face looking at Connie and then right back at you.

"Oh this is y/n, she's normally a homebody but she finally agreed to come with me to one party" Connie said while rolling his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Reiner." He said while sticking his hand out indicating to shake hands with him. You shake his hand, and he holds on a little longer instead. You manage to let go without being awkward or rude a flash a smile at him. 'What the fuck.' You think to yourself . You can see the brown haired boy next to him seems nervous and a little shaky. He look at him and smile and he gives you a nervous smile back.

"H-hi my n-name is Bertolt" he says clearly shaken up. Connie slaps his hand onto Betolt's shoulder and says..

"No need to be shy Bertolt just be yourself! Nobody is going to like you if your going to act so shy." Connie said with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Hey, I'm Y/n" you say with a smile on your face, making him blush even harder.

"Anywaysssss enough of that" Connie says while taking you to the group of people at the sofas.

"Everyone, this is Y/n L/n" Connie says 'I can introduce myself dickhead' you think to yourself.

"I'm Armin, nice to meet you!" The Blonde boy says sweetly. 'He's like a cute cinnamon bun' you think to yourself. You smile sweetly back at him.

"I'm Annie. I've actually seen you around we have a class together." She says with almost little to no expression on her face but you can tell that's the way she is. "Actually i remember you; you sat next to me in that chem lecture one time!" You say back.

" I'm Mikasa." She stated coldly. 'Damn mad at me already? I barely fucking did anything.' You think to yourself but not daring to say it out loud. You force yourself to smile 'I hate these type of things everything seems so forced' you think. "Nice to meet you" you say while giving her a fake smile.

"H-h-hi I'm H- histori-a" the blonde girl said barely managing to get any air as the brown hair girl is choking her from behind. "And I'm Ymir" she says with a huge grin across her face. You start laughing at their greeting. "Y'all seem close " You say as you sit yourself next to them Connie following behind you, finding a seat facing it backwards, and then sitting in it so his chest could be resting in the back side.

"I'm Eren, Eren Yeager." The brown haired boy said in a relaxed tone but you noticed his eyes went to the top of you, to your feet, and back up. 'Goddamn who gave him the right to be so hot' you thought to yourself. "Nice to meet you, Eren." you say in a relaxed tone making sure you hide your nervousness.

As the night went on, Reiner and Bertolt came to join you guys. After many attempts of Reiner trying to flirt with you he gave up as he got a drunk. They talked about all the drama that's been going around, who's dating who, who got arrested, who got so fucked up "that one time". They more they talked the more they drank. After awhile you saw it was 11:15 pm and you finished what was in your cup. You left the room and made your way to the kitchen to see if they had any good alcohol drinks, you open the fridge and grab and vodka bottle and pour yourself a shot. You jump up and sit on the counter and took a look around, everyone who was once watching infront of the T.V were either asleep or on the balcony outside. 'Ahhh some peace and quiet' you think to yourself then you remember that Alessia told you she hooked up with a guy named Jean 'wait a second something doesn't add up how could have she hook up with Jean if Jean has a girl friend?' You go on your phone to see if she put anything on her story and she did.. she was a black haired boy who was tagged with the name "Jean". 'ohhh okay so it wasn't the Jean I knew' you thought to yourself relieved. You grabbed your bag to get the blunt that you rolled before you came... as your looking you realize you can't find it, you frantically search through your bag"what- where is it I swear I brought it?!" you say frustrated.

"Brought what?" A familiar voice asked, you froze for a slight second startled by it. You turned to to see who said that, it was Eren. He was even taller then he looked when he was sitting down.

"O-oh my god you scared me" you responded back sounding startled.

"Oh sorry I didn't mean too, I thought you heard me open the door." Eren said. 'Wait is that piercing on his-' you realize your staring too long.

"It's fine don't worry about it, but I brought a blunt with me before I came but I can't find it now." You say back.

"Damn maybe you dropped it somewhere." He responded not breaking eye contact with you as he comes into the kitchen.

"Y-yeah maybe.." you say back. 'Why's he coming over here?' . He walks over to the fridge and grabs a drink, leans his back against the fridge (which is right in front of you). After 15 seconds of silence he strikes up a conversation

"If you want I have a blunt? But we have to share." Eren says.

"Wait are you sure?" You ask him feeling guilty.

"Yeah it's no big deal" he says while smiling at you.

You were right he does have a tongue piercing.

"Thank you so much" you say back.

As you guys share the blunt you both start talking about your school schedule, turns out that you have the same lunch break and most of your classes are the same just with different teachers. By the time the blunt is finished both of your eyes are bloodshot. You look at his arm he has a tattoo of a dragon, 'that's the same one I have' you think to yourself in utter shock 'how did I not notice?'. Just to make sure you ask him..

"Do you mind if I see your tattoo really quick? You ask him.

He walks closer to you and lifts up his sleeve exposing the whole tattoo and arm. 'Wow he's so built' you think to yourself. You take a good look at his tattoo it confirms your theory, it's the same tattoo that you have. You got it the second you turned 18, it symbolizes 'strength' a lot of people have it but it's still quite rare to see someone else have it.

"Wow I was right!" You say excitedly.

"Right about what?" Eren asks confused. You lift up you one side of your crop top exposing the right side of your rib cage, showing him your tattoo. He puts down his drink next to you and asks..

"May I take a closer look? Only if you don't mind though." Your face turns a little red the thought of him being that close to you kind of scared you.

"Y-yeah s-sure." You say nervously. He brings his face closer and looks up at you realizing how red you are. He smirks. He traces over your tattoo with his thumb. Just his touch makes you shiver a little 'goddamn why do I have to be so nervous he's not even doing anything!' You feel your face getting hotter as he traced it. Then you feel it, he places his whole hand on your waist and pulls you closer.

"W-what are you doing? You ask him super embarrassed as your face flushes an even darker shade of red. He gets up close to your ear and whispers.. "What? Are you just going to act like you haven't been thinking about this all night? I've seen the way you've been looking at me." Eren said with a smirk on his face. Just the way his breath feels on your ear made you shiver. You slightly spread your legs a little open so he can fit right in front of you. He grabs onto both of your thighs and pulls them more towards him making your entire body come closer to his. You can feel your skirt slight hiking up the more you legs spread apart. He looks you up and down before leaning in and gently kissing you once, his lips felt soft against yours, you can smell the scent of mint and weed mixed together, you can feel him smile against your lips. He clearly knows how much your enjoying this. He kisses you again this time more passionately, you feel his hand move to your lover back pulling you even more closer, you wrap your hands around his neck and give in. He bites softly on your bottom lip making you moan slightly, he takes this chance to force his tongue inside, asserting his dominance. You fight to not let him win,you try your best, but you lose. He slowly stops, and kisses your lips tenderly one more time. Then he places his lips on your neck playfully nibbling at your neck, he finds your sensitive spot, causing you to stifle a moan, you can feel his smile against your skin. The coldness of his piercing against your skin makes you want more. He continues sucking,kissing, and licking your neck for a little longer and then he stops. He gets up close to your ear and says...

"Why don't we take this a private room? I would hate if anyone interrupted us." he said with his eyes full of lust.

Authors note:

This took me awhile to write I have a headache now lmao

Anyways if y'all could please lmk if I should change anything or if there any errors I would appreciate it 😌💞✨

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pigtownchronicles · 3 years

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Chapter 2.13 - The Give and Take

Barry and Dennis didn’t cuddle much. Perhaps it was because Dennis was a bit cold in bed, and guarded his sleep close. You couldn’t do a clean surgery if you were tired in the morning, after all. But this morning, Dennis appreciated it. The little spoon wasn’t his usual position, since he was bigger than Barry was, but this morning, he felt enveloped in his husband’s arms somehow. Safe. He snuggled back a bit, thankful it was Saturday and he didn’t really have to get up for anything quite yet, other than a jog--maybe.

The arms around him squeezed him tighter, and maybe it was how strong they were. Maybe it was the rasp of the stubble against his neck, the tongue that flicked his ear. Maybe it was the cock that slid up between his cheeks when the grip around him tightened. Maybe it was the smell, the sounds, the rougher sheets than his usual. Maybe all of it. Dennis realized that he wasn’t in his bed, and it wasn’t Barry that was holding him and pulling him closer, and in a panic, he wormed himself out of the stranger’s hold and nearly fell on the floor beside the bed.

“Hey now, calm down cub, it’s all fine,” the man said behind him. It took Dennis a moment to recognize him--the bouncer from The Hideaway. He vaguely remembered going home with him the night before, after...after everything else that had happened, a massive crush of memory, seemingly too much for a single night. He felt nauseous, and disgusted with himself. He stumbled through the bouncer’s apartment (he didn’t even know his name!) found the toilet, and fell in front of the dirty bowl, almost willing himself to vomit. He wanted to vomit, he wanted something to present to the world that would demonstrate his disgust, but nothing came up, just tears, and then the bouncer was beside him, on the tile, pulling him close, and Dennis sobbed into his chest.

“Fuck, first time, eh? Don’t worry boy, I got you, just let it all out.”

Dennis sobbed, unable to reconcile what had happened to him the night before, what he’d done, with the person he’d thought he was. He didn’t go to leather bars like that. He didn’t wear leather, he didn’t have sex with random men, he didn’t...he didn’t! But he had. He had, and he’d liked it. The disgust was there, but it was one level removed. He wasn’t disgusted at what he had done in the club--he was disgusted that he had enjoyed it all so very, very much. He could smell the sweat and the musk rolling off the bouncer’s chest, and Dennis felt his cock throb, and that was enough to push him away and wipe his eyes. He had to get himself together.

“The first few hangovers are a real bitch. I know, I remember mine. You’ll get used to them, don’t worry.”

“I’ve never had a hangover in my life. I didn’t even drink last night.”

“Not that kind of hangover. A Pigtown Hangover. We get lost in it all, and wake up back home, no idea how we got there. Or in someone else’s bed, still no idea. It happens. It just means you had a real good night.”

“I...you all raped me. I didn’t want to do any of that!”

The bouncer sighed. “Really? You didn’t want all the guys in the bar to line up behind you and pump a load into that hot hole of yours? That doesn’t turn you on?”

Dennis had to hide his cock as it got harder still, and the bouncer laughed. “Dicks don’t lie, bud, not around here.”

“But I didn’t--”

“You disregarded my very clear suggestions that this was not the place for you, and instead you snuck in, violating our rather clear dress code. What did you think was going to happen?” he said, then sighed, “I guess you didn’t know what was going to happen, did you? Well, part of you knew. I could smell how hungry you were at the door.”

Hunger. Dennis poked around a moment, but that hunger he’d felt for days now, it was gone. Not gone, not really, but sated. “I...I need to get home.”

“Sure thing man. You live close?”

He shook his head.

“I don’t have a car, or I’d drive you. Looks like you’ll have to join the march of shame.”

He helped Dennis up to his feet, who turned, saw himself in the mirror, and gasped. He looked different. Really different. Younger, for one thing. Shorter, hairier, a little chubbier. He gave his face a poke, then the rest of him, trying to map his ego onto the body he was seeing.

“I think that was Marshall, did that to you. You were trying to talk to his apprentice, weren’t you?”

Dennis focused, and could remember that smoke, the strange sensation. But it was Kyle who had done it, not Marshall--or the older fellow who had been with Kyle at least, if that’s who he was. “He...said I was going to be a cub with...a hungry hole, looking for a Daddy.”

“Well, you found one, and that hole sure was hungry last night,” the bouncer said, coming up behind him, running a hand down Dennis’s ass, running a finger around his ring. Dennis moaned at the sudden pleasure that welled up in him, and pushed back before getting a hold of himself. “Does the cub need one last fuck before he goes?”

“I can’t, I...my husband doesn’t know where I am, and...”

“No worries man, I get it.”

Dennis looked at himself, at what he was wearing. He still only had the jock, boots and harness on. No phone, no wallet. No keys. “I don’t...have any of my stuff, I must have lost it with my pants at the bar.”

“It’ll show up where you need it. Pigtown loves to take, but it’s not interested in any of that stuff. It gives you plenty too, if you’re brave enough to let it in.” He probed his finger against Dennis’s hole, working in a bit, feeling how eagerly it opened for him, and smiled. “Come on you cute cub, how about one more for the road?”

Dennis knew he should say no, knew he should push him away, knew he should hold onto what little bit of dignity he still had. Instead, he let the bouncer bend him over the counter, lube his cock up with some spit, and slide it deep in his hole, right where it belonged. Getting fucked had never felt like this before, it had never, not once in his life, felt good. But this was wave after wave of pleasure washing over him, and he found himself pushing back, begging for more, the smell of their sweat filling the bathroom and steaming the mirror in front of them before the bouncer finished inside him, reached around, and with just a couple of strokes brought Dennis to orgasm all over the front of the counter.

He kept his cock inside Dennis until it got soft, both of them panting together, and Dennis eventually muttered, “I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Craig.”

“I’m Dennis.”

“Nice to meet you Dennis, I hope you don’t regret it.”

Surprisingly enough, he didn’t. Craig pulled free of him, helped Dennis out of his leather gear, and they showered together. He offered him breakfast, but Dennis really was starting to worry about Barry, and declined.

“Well, we should at least cover you up a bit. Otherwise, you won’t make it to your car before some other Daddy drags you down a dark alley and has their way with you.”

Somehow, Dennis didn’t doubt that Craig was telling the truth. He also found himself wondering if that might not be so bad after all. Craig gave him some jeans an old flame had left in a drawer that mostly fit--the legs were a bit long and the waist needed a belt, but it worked well enough. Then, he gave him the work shirt he’d had on at the bar the night before. It was soaked with sweat still, and smelled like heaven when he pulled it on.

“I need that back eventually--company property,” Craig said.

“What’s your address?”

“You can find me at the bar--you know where I work,” he said, giving Dennis a wink and a swat on the ass as he pushed him out the door and into the hallway of the apartment building where he lived. “You even have some leather gear now--so you can get in the front door, like a civilized cub.”

They had a bit of a laugh at that, and then Dennis was out and onto the sidewalk, along with a good number of other men in situations similar to his. He exchanged a few knowing nods along the way, and that helped too. That he wasn’t alone. Dennis made it back to his car in good time, and without losing his hole to any sexy Daddy along the way--though more than once he considered it. Just like Craig had said, his keys were resting on the hood of his car, his phone and wallet in the center console. How they had gotten there he didn’t know, but after everything else that had happened, he wasn’t surprised. He drove home, already trying to figure out what he was going to tell Barry to explain...any of this. The fear almost made him turn around, go back, and crawl back into bed with Craig--but he couldn’t do that. But the thought made his guts growl. He thought it was because he’d skipped breakfast for a moment, but he knew what it was now, that hunger. He’d sated it for the night, at least. But how long could he go without now that he’d feasted?

***

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Mine Tonight

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean finally gets to have her for the night.

Warnings: Dean being rough (but just a tad), non con, face fucking, dirty talk, sex without protection

WC: 2175

A/N: This was written for @spnkinkbingo filling out the ‘non-con roleplay’ square.

Dean sees her before she sees him.

Had seen her there for a while, standing in the dark corner, leaning against the wall or walk up and down the curb. He’d watched her talk to greasy men, disgusting creatures of the night and he had wanted to sucker punch each and every one of them.

She’s all pretty in her tight dress, had curves in all the right places and Dean wants that.

Wants to put his hand all over her, claim her as his, mark her up, make her remember him for weeks and weeks to come, so that when he’s long gone, she’ll be wondering when he’ll be coming back.

He doesn’t know if she ever got into one of the cars this week, if she ever took on the offers, because he never stayed that long. He couldn’t bear to see it, if he was honest.

Dean never had enough money though, at least not for what he’d planned to do with her, to do to her.

But tonight? Tonight’s his lucky night. He cleared some pool tables, gotten some new credit cards in the mail.

Tonight, she’ll be all his.

He parks his car at the curb, leans over to roll down the passenger window, sees her eyes meeting his.

Dean nods, it’s subtle but still she caught on and walks over, swaying her hips, her heels clicking on the pavement.

She pulls her dress down a little around her cleavage before she leans in and towards him, placing her hands on her thighs and pushes her chest out, making sure that he sees all she has to offer and then she smiles.

It’s a damn beautiful smile, Dean can’t lie about that. She’s obviously clean. At least she’ not smoking weird shit by the state of her teeth. He wonders what she does with the money. Maybe she has another mouth to feed too, like he had Sammy because she doesn’t look like she does it to feed her own addiction.

Dean still has his left hand on the steering wheel. The other one is braces across the back of the front seat. “How much for the night?”

“Oh boy, I don’t think you can afford that, baby.”

Dean can see her chuckle, maybe she thinks that he’s kidding.

She still grins when their eyes meet again but then the grin was wiped from her face when she sees that Dean doesn’t think it’s funny at all.

“No, really. How much?”

Her mouth opens and closes and Dean knows that she’s calculating how much she would make in one night just to give him a figure because he doubts that anyone did ask that before. Not in this part of town, not with someone like her. “I..uh.. The whole night? Um.. $600.”

Now it’s his turn to grin. It’s wide, cocky, all bravado. “Get in, you’re mine tonight.”

***

He’d watch her sent off a text in the car, probably to tell someone where she was going before she settled. The drive wasn’t long. He had booked the room in advance.

Dean steps into the room after her, slams the door close as soon as he’s inside and she jumps at the noise, like a deer in the headlights.

He laughs, because he thinks it’s cute the way she’s scared, thinks about leaving her time to adjust to him and her home for the night but he’s been hard since he watched her from the car and there’s really no holding back anymore.

In less than a blink, he’d crowded her against the wall right next to the door, pressing her body and cheek against the cold surface and rubs his bulge against her clothed ass and she whimpers.

Dean licks at her earlobe, nudging his nose against the shell of it before he whispers. “How much more do I have to pay to do it bare, sweetheart?”

He can feel her struggle under him. Her arms that were braced on the wall trying to push away from it, trying to shake him off and in the corner of his eyes, he can see her eyes widen. Dean doesn’t move, instead putting more weight on her, grinding his bulge harder against her ass and she protests when she hears the clicking of his belt.

“No, I don’t do it bare.” She stammers, still trying to push a way.

Dean takes his cock out from his underwear, bringing the elastic of it down below his balls before he pushes the fabric of her dress up until it bunches around her hips. He looks down to see her not wearing anything underneath and trails his fingers along her ass cheeks and leans in to whisper against her ear, “You sure about that?”

She nods as his fingers found her entrance and he grins when he finds it wet and hot. She whimpers some more and he can feel that it turns her on as much as him. Maybe it’s her body that betrays her and from the tone of her voice, he can hear that she knows that she’s screwed.

“I don’t do it bare.” She says again and a little louder.

Dean lets go of her cunt, slicks up his cock with the wetness from his fingers before he leans forward and asks one more time. “You absolutely sure?”

She nods and she tries to squirm away when he places the leaking head of his dick at the rim of her hole.

“Alright,” He says it like he’s disappointed but pushes in, fills her up to the brink and she yelps up, tries even harder now to squirm away from his grip.

“Oops,” Dean chuckles and moves his hips before he groans and closes his eyes, relishing himself in the blissful sensation of dipping into slick, tight, heat. “Fuck,” He kisses her temple and by now she’d stopped struggling, succumbed herself to the realization that Dean is bigger and stronger than her.

He sneaks an arm beneath her and up to grip around her throat with his big hand. Squeezing a little as he fucks her. “Gonna give you more for that, baby. Your pussy’s too good to use a rubber.”

She protests at that, tries again to slip from the tight grip, screams by now. “No, Stop! Please!”

“No can do, baby. I pay you a shit ton of money for a night, I gotta get my money’s worth.” Dean squeezes her throat to show her what he could do if she doesn’t comply and then he slips out of her, turns her around forcefully and pushed her down to her knees. He could hear a dull tud of knee caps hitting the carpet flooring of the motel room.

Dean’s hand fists around his slick dick, jerking himself slowly as he watches her look up to him. Her eyes are a little wet but the tears don’t roll down. Not yet. He’s just started.

Her gaze fall on his dick and he notices her biting down her bottom lip before she licks at it.

“Like what you see?” He’s cocky and he fucking knows it.

She looks away, the color in her cheek rising.

“Come on, it’s not gonna suck itself, sweetheart.” He takes a step closer, crowding her in and the back of her head hits the wall.

Dean nudges the purple tip of his cock against her pursed lips. “Open up,”

The gaze she sends him is laced with resentment and disgust but she does what he tells her. Maybe, because she knows that tonight, she can’t win.

“Wider,” He whispers, “stick your tongue out.” and then he pushes in. It’s not slow, nor is he careful. No, he leans forward, his hands grip at her head while he pushes in until he feels her nose against his pubic hairs. Until his balls presses wet and hot against her chin and he hears her gag, hears her stomach lurching. She braces her hands on his thighs and digs her blunt nails into the fabric of his jeans.

“Good girl,” He praises and starts to fuck her face roughly, making her stomach lurch a couple more times, making her spill tears down her cheeks. “Such a good fucking girl.”

It wasn’t long before he comes down her throat. “Swallow it while you look at me,” He orders and she did, her eyes wet and there are black circles around it from her mascara. What a fucking pretty sight, Dean thinks and watches her lap up everything and clean up his balls and softening cock.

When she’s finished, she leans her head back against the wall, still on her knee, and looks up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, I don’t want it anymore. You don’t have to give me money, just let me go back.” She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand.

He grins, and bends down to unlace his boots.

“Please?”

He toes them off, and pushes his pants down before stepping out of them.

“Oh, sweetheart, I didn’t pay you to talk, did I?” Dean grabs her by the arm and hauls her up to drag her along with him before he tosses her onto the bed like a ragdoll.

“No, don’t!” She tries to wriggle out of his grip as he takes off her shoes, “People know where I am, it’s best if you let me go.”

“Shut up!” Dean’s slowly losing his patience.

He manhandles her out of her dress and it’s cute how a whore still tries to cover herself up when the parts she’s covering are the parts she had sold herself to him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you too,” He grins as he pushes her legs wide apart.

Her pussy’s shiny. All pink and slick and who was Dean if he doesn’t want to have a taste of that.

“I promise,” He says as he leans down, nudges against her folds with his nose and sucks at her clit. “You’ll see.”

***

He fucks her against the sink in the bathroom when she told him that she wanted a timeout to go take a piss. He didn’t trust her, wanted to make sure that she doesn’t flee through the window. Once there, she said she couldn’t go when he’s there so he took the opportunity and pushes her against the sink and fills her up again. Pulls at her hair to make her look at herself in the mirror. “Gonna fill you up again, slut. Make you leak me for days.”

“No, shit, please!” She half cries, half whimpers.

Dean thinks it’s almost comical that she still wants for him to let her go, considering that he made her come four times already in the last two hours and he came inside her an hour ago, filling her up to the brink and he’s planning to do that again now.

“You’re mine,” He pants and looks up, their eyes meet through the mirror. “You understand?” His hips are working faster, pistoning in and out relentlessly. “Fucking. Mine.” He growls, as he came, and latches his mouth to the flesh on her neck, sucking and biting a mark. She’s gonna be his for a couple more days with that on her body.

Pulling out, he watches as she squints her eyes and there are slaps of wet blobs of cum that drops to the bathroom floor.

“Take a piss,” He says as he kisses her temple. “But leave the bathroom door open.”

She looks at him with vacant eyes and nods.

***

Dean’s under the covers when she comes out. He heard her running the tap after flushing the toilet. When she walks out, he could see that she had cleaned up her face a little as well. There’s only faint traces of mascara and smeared lipstick left.

He opens his arms for her to crawl in and she goes in willingly, nudges her face in the crook of his neck and he kisses her forehead.

“You okay?” He asks and looks down to see her looking up at him with a smile on her face.

“Yeah,”

“I was afraid that I was too rough,” He says and kisses her as she cranes her neck to be able to reach him better.

“You weren’t. You could have been more degrading even.” She assures him and he chuckles at that.

“I don’t think I can, honestly. I do respect you, you know?”

She grins and turns on her belly before she climbs over him and kisses the tip of his nose, his cheek, his lips. “I know,”

“Yeah,” He parts from her and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He traces his fingertips along her cheeks to the place where the skin starts to turn purple. He kisses her again. “Sleep?”

“I don’t know,” She smiles down at him and grinds her cum-slick pussy against his flaccid cock. To his surprise, it came back alive and stirs. “You’re paying me for the night, so it’s your call.”

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Nine

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I hum along to the Christmas music softly playing over the speakers of the grocery store as I walk down the aisles, pushing my buggy, looking at the different types of cereal.

Nikki doesn't like sweet cereals aside from Captain Crunch, so I just grab a box of it before heading to grab toilet paper and paper towels, along with some eggs, and head to the checkout line, my attention stalling on a tabloid on display.

"Nikki Sixx & Vanity: Their 'Friendship' Timeline," it reads, a picture of Vanity and Nikki plastered on the front...I exhale sharply.

I can't believe it's been four months since Vanity aired out their dirty laundry on TV.

That means Duff and I have been together for three and a half months...

I'm quickly backing up and walking to the sexual health section, examining the many brands of pregnancy tests.

I grab the cheapest and go back to the line.

"I told them not to put those out," my cashier states to me when it's my turn, as she sees me give another glance to the magazine with my husband and his mistress on the front.

When she gets to the pregnancy test, she clears her throat.

"Celebratory or...?" She asks, swiping the test.

I pretend I don't hear her.

I shut my trunk, my arms wrapped around grocery bags as I step to the front door, of the house, the sun setting through the neighborhood, and I sigh heavily as I grab my key.

I haven't been home in a couple days, avoiding Nikki as much as I can, but I know we need groceries in the house and I know he hasn't left to get any, and even though I'm done with him, I don't want him to starve or something.

Opening the front door, the house is a wreck just from a glance, and I quietly shut the door in case he's asleep, and head to the kitchen.

I quickly stop in my tracks when I see through the dim light, coming from the single lamp in the foyer, figures moving in the living room, a light littering of giggles flittering through the air…

I turn the lights on, nearly dropping the groceries to see eight girls in lingerie, girls at least in their late teens, piled on Nikki—and Steven—lips swollen from making out with each other and euphoric glows casting over all of them.

I'm at a loss for words.

Nikki and Steven just look at me, Steven looking like a guilty kid.

"Is that your wife?" One of the girls straddling Nikki asks, looking at me, wide eyed.

"Ex-wife." I correct her.

This is where the story tends to get misconstrued. If you ask Nikki or Steven what happened, they'll tell you it went down like this…

"Vivian put the fuckin' gun down!" Nikki yells at me as I hold his shotgun, the girls screaming and scattering like roaches while he and Steven run to the backyard as I pump a bullet into the chamber and fire off, missing them by a couple inches as our wall by the back door is blown to hell, chasing after them and emptying the gun in our backyard whilst trying to shoot them.

What actually happened…

"Get out of my house." I tell the girls harshly and they look at me, pissy.

"If I want them here, they can be here." Nikki argues.

"They're babies, Nikki!" I shout, and the girls all defensively simultaneously let out their ages, ranging between 18 to 20, but I honestly don't see how some of them are over 17. "Then let me see your ID." I tell them.

"We came to hook up, we didn't come to get interrogated." One of them states.

"Okay, well, you've had your fifteen minutes with Nikki Sixx so you can get out of my house." I repeat.

"Fuck off!" She exclaims to me and I raise my brows.

Fuck it.

I go to our bedroom and grab what I need, and I don't give anybody a warning before firing off shotgun shrapnel into our glass ceiling, shards of mirror raining down as I hear the girls holler and cry out in fear, scampering to the door in their heels, and once the gun is unloaded, I look in the living room and see fluffy black and blonde hair peek up from behind the couch, their eyes bugging, pupils taking up most of their eye.

When the cops showed up, I said I accidentally fired into the ceiling while trying to clean the gun. They were fans of Nikki so they didn't give us a fine for public disturbance, and they didn't ask why eight girls were in our lawn in lingerie, either.

"I cannot believe you." I grit through my teeth when Steven blocks my entrance into their rehearsal studio, his heavy panting clouding the words trying to come from his mouth. "Did you run here?!" I exclaim and he nods, still trying to catch his breath, still trying to get his apology out that I can't even hear because he's talking but not saying a word due to his breathing. "Moron." I hiss, shoving him out of my way to get inside.

"Viv, wait!" He musters out, following me.

"Fuck you!" I shout.

"Vivian, please, let me—" he gasps for breath some more.

"—I hope you're having an asthma attack or something, I really do, dumbass, I really do." I march away from him and he grabs my wrist, a pathetic look on his face.

"Look—"

"—No, you 'look,' I refuse to be the little bitch that just lays on her back and let's everybody fuck her to hell with their bullshit. It's gross and it's disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself for even being apart of it, Steven, because I thought you wouldn't do that shit to me. Just 'haha it's so hot to do stupid shit that'll hurt Vivian,'" I mock his voice, and he tries to talk again, "No, just shut up and go suck on Nikki's balls some more because I don't think those teenage girls did it enough!" I turn on my heel go to find the guys.

"You're not mad about their age, you're mad Nikki didn't give a fuck." He gets out, taking deep breaths and I stop and turn to look at him, rolling my jaw. "You're jealous, and you know you are, and it's okay and normal to be, Viv, I know you still—"

"—Know I still what, Steven? Hmm? Love him?" I furrow my brows, stepping to him, my heels clicking on the floor when I get face to face to him, our nose nearly touching, my voice shaking with anger as I say, "He could die tomorrow and I wouldn't give a single fuck because he's been dead to me for months. And as of right now, you are to. So don't come at with me trying to strike up some empathy for a person I feel absolutely apathetic about." I sneer quietly, turning. "And stay away from teenagers. I don't care if they're eighteen or nineteen, they're still fucking kids."

I grind my teeth together as I leave him standing in the hallway before I try to go into the girls bathroom, only for it to be locked.

"Damn it." I mumble, holding back tears, glancing at the door of the boys bathroom.

Without shit given, I open the door and walk in, seeing Izzy standing over the toilet, cigarette in his mouth, peeing.

He glances over his shoulder and looks at me.

"Viv." He says the best he can, smoke puffing past his lips.

"Izzy." I reply, sitting my purse on the sink, digging through it. "Sorry, the girls bathroom was taken." I mumble.

"No problem." He replies. "Not like you haven't seen it before." He adds and I roll my eyes.

"Unfortunately." I sigh out, grabbing the box with the pregnancy test in it. "Hurry up, please."

He looks at me to say something smart back, but looks at the box and his face falls.

"Jesus fuck, Viv, what do you have that for?" He asks me.

"Okay, I know you went to high school in Indiana and their version of Sex Education was just ways to stick your dick in a pickup truck's tail pipe without getting carbon monoxide poisoning, but when a man and woman have sex, they have a risk of procreation." I tell him.

"With Duff? " He asks me with a confused face.

"No, I got Bret Michaels and Willie Nelson to cum in a cup and I mixed it together and went from there." I sarcastically hiss.

"Fuck you, smart ass, I was asking a legitimate question." He zips his pants back up and steps aside for me.

"Yes, with Duff. I haven't had sex with Nikki in months." I tell him.

"Sorry, I didn't know if you were doing them both or what." He shrugs and I glare at him.

"No. I'm not." I inform him, pulling my dress up and my panties down.

"Okay, that's my cue." He says, turning away from me, in reference to my naked bottom half.

"Not like you haven't seen it before." I repeat what he said earlier and he chuckles, going to open the door. "You're leaving?" I ask him, quickly, and he looks at me.

"Yeah?"

"I need support." I tell him, honestly sounding scared and he leans his head back and rubs his eyes.

"Vivian, babe, I can just go get Duff—"

"—No, no, he doesn't need to know I even think I'm pregnant." I state, panicked. "Look, it'll take a few minutes but I can't wait for the result by myself, it'll drive me up the wall." I plead with him.

"Well, what if you are pregnant, are you gonna tell him, then?"

"I-I don't know." I admit. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there just, please, stay in here with me."

He lets out a heavy breath before nodding, rubbing his forehead.

"Alright, alright. Just piss on the stick because I'm missing rehearsal for this."

It was an agonizing wait, but once Izzy glanced at his watch and said, "alright, it's been long enough," I felt like it had only been a few seconds.

"Maybe we should a wait a little bit more." I suggest.

"Viv, it's been ten minutes. You already put it off once before, come on, now. Cowgirl up." He tells me.

"Okay." I breathe out, anxious, rubbing my lips together and shakily reaching for the test before quickly snatching away. "I can't do it." I say to him, shaking my head. "You look at it and tell me."

"Vivian—"

"—Please?" I beg, giving him my best puppy dog eyes and he lets out a breath and reaches for the test, looking at it, nodding a little.

"Well, Stripey, we're at the bridge, how're you gonna cross it?" He asks me, handing me the test, and I see a perfectly shaped "+" on it.

I started to panic, and think irrationally, as I do when I'm backed into a corner. So in my panicked state, the best thing I saw for me to do, was...

"You are fucking insane." He tells me sharply, leaning against the sink. "Like evil insane."

"Izzy, I don't know what else to do aside from just get rid of it or hope and pray I miscarry, and that's kinda fucked." I explain, holding back tears.

"You want to fuck Nikki and just play it off as his—that's more fucked up than praying the damn thing away!" He whipser yells. "And what about Duff? What the hell happens to him when you pull that shit?"

"I don't know, Izzy, alright? But he doesn't need a kid to worry about when he's just starting to get a taste of what he's wanted for years, now, and I don't want to—"

"—He's going to be fucked up with the idea of you still screwing Nikki when he's under the impression that you two are gonna be this magical little fairytale of unicorns and sparkles and love and shit, Vivian!"

"I know, but I don't know what else to do!" I reply in the same tone.

"Oh, my God." Izzy exhales smoke from his fresh cigarette. "You can't tell me this shit. You shouldn't have even let me know about this because now I'm a fucking accomplice to your batshit crazy scheme." He scolds me.

"Izzy—"

"—You are the fucking devil, Vivian. Axl was right. You are the actual devil."

"Well, you tell me what to do, Izzy, because that's the only thing I can come up with!"

"Why does it matter if the child is Nikki's or not, you two are getting divorced anyway, so why does it matter if it's somebody else's?" He questions, and I stay quiet. "You are filing for divorce, right?"

More silence.

"Oh. My. God."

"Izz—"

"—Will you quit incriminating me with you when you do stupid shit?!" He lets out, slightly panicking. "Now im gonna be fucked sideways if they find out I knew and never said anythi--why the fuck were you even screwing Duff if you weren't a thousand percent sure you were gonna leave Nikki?!"

"Because I thought I was but no—"

"—Izz, you alright?!"

"Duff." Izzy mouths to me. "Shhhit."

"Answer him." I mouth back.

"Yeah, man, I'm good...just really, um, fucked on that pizza from earlier!" He lies as I shove the pregnancy test box back in my purse along with the test, and zip it up.

"Okay, dude, just making sure!" Duff replies, the sound of him walking away letting us know the coast is clear.

Just to make sure Izzy sticks his head out of the door, and glances at me.

"Go," he motions and I do. "Last door on the left of that hall." He adds and I go in that direction, opening the door and seeing Axl, Duff, Slash and even Steven has joined them.

"Hey," Duff's face lights up when he sees me, and be puts his bass down as I walk to him.

He wraps an arm around my waist and leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

"Hi," I smile when he pulls away, looking into his eyes, while I can see Izzy staring at me from the corner of my eye, taking a drink from his cup with this look on his face like I've just killed his best friend.

I honestly might if I'm not careful.

Once their rehearsal is over, it's around 5:00pm, and my stomach is killing me.

"Can we get food?" I ask him, my hand in his as we step to the parkinglot.

"No, I'm just gonna let you starve." He sarcastically lets out and I cut my eyes up at him. "Where do you wanna eat?" He asks next, letting my hand go so he can grab his pack of Marlboros and settle one between his lips, lighting it, before grabbing my hand again.

"I don't know." I shrug.

"I thought you said you're hungry." He says next.

"I am—that doesn't mean I know what I want to eat." I add and he just looks at me.

"Do you want a burger?" He suggests and I wrinkle my nose. "Okay...chicken?" Again, I don't look pleased. "Dennys?"

"That's fine with me." I nod.

"Thank God." He sighs. "My car or yours?" He asks next.

"Doesn't matter." I tell him.

"Alright, we'll take mine." He says, stepping to the passenger side, opening the door for me without a second thought.

"Aww," Slash says as he comes out of the building, teasing Duff from behind his shades and his own cigarette.

Duff just smiles and flips him off, walking to the driver's side.

"I'll see you later tonight, man!" Slash calls.

"Alright!" Duff says back, shutting the door, fumbling for his keys to put them into the ignition.

"You guys are going out tonight?" I ask him as he cranks the car.

"Yeah, you can come." He offers and I shake my head a little.

"Um, I was actually gonna go visit with Sharise and Skylar for a few hours, tonight." I tell him.

(Pt. 79 CONT.)

#gateway drug #nikki sixx #mötley crüe #nikki sixx x oc #nikki sixx fanfiction

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auroralightsthesky · 3 years

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Fix this shit!! Part 2

Summary: The guys are still pulling apart an abandoned house, Lieb and Web find some questionable things upstairs, Speirs finds questionable things in a wall and they still have a long way to go

“This fuckin sucks,” Liebgott swore as he and Web unhinged the closet door and leaned it against the wall in the upstairs hallway. “How’d you and I get stuck on this detail?”

“Maybe because you wouldn’t stop running your mouth,” Webster said.

Lieb shot him a dirty look as he inspected the closet for any electrical hazards, of which there were several. “Jeez, fuck!” Lieb muttered when he laid his eyes on the exposed wires and the box that was practically hanging by a thread. “The hell is wrong with people? This shit’s a fire hazard.”

“Unfortunately there’s no cure for human stupidity Joe,” Webster remarked.

“Hey, quit bein a smart ass and help will ya?”

“Fine then I’ll be a dumbass,” Webster chuckled.

Joe shook his head. “I’m surprised Hazel hasn’t tossed you off a bridge yet.”

“Oh believe me I can tell she’s tempted,” Web laughed again. “But unfortunately, you being engaged to her sister and Luz dating Jessica has proven to be more of a hinderance than a boon in my book.”

The two of them had a good laugh about their girlfriends as they continued to take apart and dismantle the electrical stuff in the closet. The damn space was small and claustrophobic as hell with Web and Lieb almost on top of each other, trying to get rid of the potential fire hazard. It wasn’t so much the space that bothered them, but the heat that had begun to swelter outside. Even with the fans going downstairs the two of them still felt disgusting.

“Ok,” Lieb said, his face reddened from the heat in the confined space. “I gotta get outta here for a minute and get some air. Web can you....?”

“Yeah I’ll get out of your way here, hang on.”

“Woah, woah watch yourself you’re gonna.....”

*CLUNK!*

“OW!!! FUCKING HELL!!! That hurt!”

Liebgott snickered, never having heard Web curse before. The two of them covered their heads when something heavy fell from the top closet shelf and fell to the floor, spilling its contents onto the grimy floors. “You ok?” Lieb asked him.

“Well I’m not concussed so that’s a plus,” Web said, rubbing the back of head.

“The hell is this shit anyways?”

The two of them sifted through the pile on the floor, only to discover that they were nothing more than dirty magazines.....literally. Most of them were older versions of Playboy or some other magazine where naked women revealed every part of their naked selves to the world. In short, it was a treasure that only a prepubescent boy could love.

“Oh man,” Lieb chuckled, showing Webster the cover. “R rated!”

“Not exactly what I’d call literature,” Web laughed.

The two of them had a good laugh over their find, but when they dug deeper, the two discovered that there was even more of it stowed away in places that they had never thought to look. Questionable as it was, it still gave Web and Lieb something to laugh about for the rest of the day.

The downstairs bathroom was probably one of the worst parts of the house and Speirs and Lip both new it. Everything had to go, the sink, the counters, the toilet, the old vanity.....all of it. Everything had smoke stains on it and the vanity glass had completely spiderwebbed.

“This investment had better be worth it,” Speirs said as he kicked aside a piece of splintered wood.

“If it pays for rent and utilities I’ll take it,” Lip said, flexing his knee as he sat on top of the toilet tank.

“Sometimes I wonder if we’d have been better off letting this shithole burn to the ground,” Speirs chuckled.

Lip smiled and shook his head. “Maybe we should have let you,” he said. “But unfortunately I don’t have any bail money sitting on top of the fridge.”

Speirs laughed as he continued to work, swinging the hammer against the part of the wall he had been told to knock out. The hammerfalls echoed across the room and out into the hall as Speirs whacked at it, the drywall crumbling to bits as it fell to the floor, but when the hole opened up something fell out and clattered to the floor.

“What the hell?”

Speirs sifted through the rubble and pulled out something black, covered in the grey-shite dust of the drywall. Lip’s jaw hung open and his eyes went wide as Speirs held up the object. “Oh my God.....” Lip groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

“Yep,” Speirs replied. “Somebody hid a Glock in the wall.”

Speirs rifled through the hole and found a cache of other items, a K-Bar, a taser, a bottle of unopened liquor and a large ziploc bag containing hundred dollar bills. He had been about to say something but Lip stopped him dead in his tracks.

“You know we’re gonna have to report that to the cops right?” he said.

“Can I at least keep the Glock?”

“No.”

“Lip c’mon.”

“NO!”

“Please?”

“Ron that thing was probably used to kill someone!”

“And if it wasn’t?”

“Just....don’t argue with me on this one,” Lip said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I’m giving Kitty’s brother a call so he can come and take care of it.”

“Yes mother,” Ron muttered before getting back to work.

#band of brothers #the pacific hbo #joe liebgott #david webster #carwood lipton #ronald speirs #imagines #based off my headcannons #easy company #k company #hbo war

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 5 years

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We’re Pregnant!

Characters: Spencer Reid x Reader, JJ, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss

Word Count: 1,709

Warnings: pure fluff

Summary: When you start showing symptoms of being sick, Spencer goes out of his mind to take care of you. When those symptoms turn to something else, he doesn’t know how to react.

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! this is unbeta’d and every mistake is all on me. Thank you @kendall-michele for the idea.

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“Are you feeling any better?” Spencer asked as he popped his head into the bathroom. For the third morning in a row, you had been in the bathroom throwing your guts up. Maybe this was due to a meal you recently ate, but you think you caught something from someone. It’s been a while since you got sick, so it came as a shock to you when you started throwing up without a fever.

“No, I’m not. I don’t think I’ll make it into work today. Hotch knows this, but could you update him?” you sighed as you slumped against the wall.

“Yeah, I will. Did you want me to get you medicine?”

“No, I think it might be going away. I don’t have a fever. I’m sure it will go away soon,” you nodded before getting up and flushing the toilet. Approaching the sink, you rinsed your mouth out with mouthwash before exiting the bathroom with your boyfriend.

“If you’re sure,” he trailed off.

“Spence, I’m sure. Just go to work. I’ll call you when you’re on lunch, okay?” you asked as you kissed his cheek.

“Feel better. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

“I will, baby. Go,” you giggled as your tall boyfriend left your shared apartment. After you shut the door, you took a deep breath and placed your hand on your stomach which still hurt. Whatever you caught, you hoped that Spencer wouldn't because he was the biggest baby when he was sick. In order to relax your system, you settled in front of the TV and put on your favorite show.

Spencer walked into work as his brain thought of what could have made you sick and not him. As he walked to his desk, he passed by his coworker’s desks without even saying hello. Morgan looked up from his paperwork to see the resident genius pass by without so much as a hello.

“Pretty Boy,” Derek spoke up, causing the doctor to look at him. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Still sick. She threw up this morning and the past three mornings.”

“I hate throwing up,” JJ commented as she walked past their desks. “I remember when I was pregnant, I threw up every morning for 5 months straight. It was one of the worst times in my pregnancy.”

“Yeah, but you made something so beautiful,” Emily smiled.

“Yeah, I did,” she grinned before walking to her office.

“Y/N just caught something. I’m going to get her medicine when I get off work. She’ll be better in no time,” Spencer said as he got straight to work.

Around mid-afternoon, your stomach was feeling a lot better than this morning, and you found yourself craving a food that you couldn’t see yourself eating. Grabbing the jar of homemade icing you and Spencer made a few nights ago, you also snatched the cheese puffs from the pantry before sitting back down in front of the TV before digging in. Something like this would have made you thrown up in the past, but for some weird reason, you were craving it.

Dipping the cheese puff in the icing, you popped the combination into your mouth. A load of flavors burst onto your tastebuds, and you moaned in delight as you ate another one. There was something so satisfying about the cheesiness of the junk food mixed with the sweetness of the icing. This snack combined with your favorite TV show was enough to make you the happiest woman on Earth. Nothing could ever ruin this moment except your phone ringing. You would have ignored it, but it was Spencer who was calling.

“Hey babe,” you said as you kept your eyes glued to the TV.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine. My stomach doesn’t hurt anymore. I mean, it’s a little upset, but I ate something that should help it.”

“That’s good to hear. I was going to get some medicine for you after work.”

“No need. I’m fine. Maybe it was something I ate yesterday, but I think it’s gone. I’m having a snack right now that makes my stomach super happy,” you moaned when you put another piece of your snack into your mouth.

“What is it? It must taste good if it’s making you bring out those noises,” Spencer joked as he received a weird look from Derek.

“Cheese puffs and icing. You would think I would throw up just from hearing that combination, but it’s so good. You should try it sometime.”

“Last night you said you hated the icing we made.”

“Well, I love it now.”

“Okay, glad to hear you’re feeling better. I’ll call back later,” he said before hanging up the phone.

“What was she eating that tasted so good?” Derek asked with a smirk as he and Spencer ate in the break room. Emily and JJ walked in to grab some coffee, not knowing what they just walked into.

“Cheese puffs and icing. She told me last night that she hated the homemade icing we made, but she’s eating it with cheese puffs. I think that’s disgusting.”

“You know,” JJ spoke up when she overheard their conversation, “I had the weirdest cravings when I was pregnant. Cheese puffs and icing isn’t the worst combination in the world, trust me.”

“Yeah, I eat anything and everything when I’m on my period,” Emily contributed to the conversation.

“I have some more work to do,” Spencer said before throwing away whatever lunch he had left and left the room.

“Should we tell him?” Derek asked as he leaned back and crossed his arms.

“That Y/N is pregnant? Nah, he’ll figure it out,” JJ chuckled.

Grabbing the last tissue of the box, you blew your nose for the tenth time that half hour. The commercial you had been watching in that amount of time had you crying like no other. It wasn’t even something to cry over, it was a TV show called Chopped that was on Hulu, and whenever they announced the winner of that episode, you just lost it. Seeing that their dreams were coming true just made you so happy that you had to cry to let the emotions out. Reaching for another tissue, you realized that you’ve taken the last one and there were no more boxes in the apartment. Reaching for your phone, you dialed your boyfriend, hoping he hasn’t left work yet.

“Hello?

“Have you left work yet?” you sniffled.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?” Spencer started freaking out when he heard in your voice that you’ve been crying.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Because I’m watching Chopped on Hulu and these people are getting their dreams when they win. It’s so heartwarming,” you started crying at the thought of it.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked, worried as hell for you. When he left the house, you were throwing up and now you were crying.

“No, I’m not okay, Spencer! I need you to buy more tissues on your way home. Please. We’ve run out!”

“Okay, I’ll buy some more,” he said right before you hung up. He hadn’t even left his desk when JJ came walking up behind him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Y/N cried when someone won on Chopped. She doesn’t cry at anything. I once saw her take a bullet for me, and she didn’t shed one tear.”

“I remember when I was pregnant, the littlest of things could set me off. I was a crying mess at a mattress commercial. I’m sure she’s just emotional.”

“Yeah, but… why?”

“I’ll let you figure that one on your own,” she chuckled as she patted him on the back as she left the office. Spencer stared after her with a frown as his brain went into overdrive to figure out what was wrong with you. Throwing up in the morning only, eating weird ass food combinations, and crying at something that shouldn’t be cried over. JJ did those things when she was pregnant, but you weren't--holy shit you were. It would explain what’s been happening to you. Spencer’s eyes widened at the realization that you may be pregnant. A small smile started to form on his face, and he rushed out of the office so quickly he was surprised smoke didn't form at his feet.

Along with the tissues you requested, he also bought three pregnancy tests from three different companies. He rushed home with only one thought on his mind. When he opened the door to the apartment, you were sitting on the couch with the blanket up to your chin and a roll of paper towels next to you to replace the tissues. Dirty Dancing was on, and that movie made you bawl even worse than Chopped. With a big smile, he closed the door and walked to you before handing you the store bag.

“Here.”

“Oh, thank God you’re home,” you praised before taking the bag and removing the tissues from it. Noticing there were three other things in there, you frowned when you saw the pregnancy tests. “Are you pregnant?”

“No, but you might be. It would explain the throwing up, the weird food you’ve been eating, and the crying. You don’t cry at anything. Take the tests and we can rule it out of they are negative.”

“I may be pregnant?” you asked as you wiped the tears from your face.

“We might be pregnant,” Spencer said with a growing smile. Getting up from your comfortable position, you walked into the bathroom before doing your business with the tests. Spencer waited outside for you to finish, and you placed the tests on the counter while you waited.

“What if we are?”

“You’d make me the happiest man on the planet,” he said truthfully as he grabbed your hands.

“You’d be such a good dad.”

“You’d be the best mom.”

“We might be parents,” you gasped when your brain finally connected the dots.

“We’ll see in a minute and a half,” Spencer said as he looked at his watch. When it beeped, you two looked at the tests with excited yet worried looks.

The next morning, you and Spencer ran into the office to yell out the news you received last night.

“WE’RE PREGNANT!”

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jungxk · 5 years

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just one (v)

notes: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.

warnings: smut (nothing too crazy yet just missionary and mentions of cum, protected sex, grinding), bad habits (mentions of drinking, smoking etc)

genre: humour, drama, romance, college!au

wordcount: 6.5k

part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x

you are not a morning person. never have been, probably never will be. you could probably count on three fingers the people you'd willingly wake up before seven for, and unfortunately jimin happened to be one of them. something was up, he didn't say anything but you could feel it like a spider-sense; jimin was off recently. his replies to your texts too slow, his tone too vague. didn't sigh your name over the phone when you called to talk to him about the dream you just had at stupid o clock. it was such a tiny change but to you it felt like a planetary shift because you know him. in a world of uncertainties, jimin was the only constant, the only thing you could depend on. so you were going to figure out what was wrong.

which is why you let yourself into his place, taking up your designated seat behind the kitchen counter while you wait for him to wake up. you'd barge into his room yourself but prior experience taught you that you should refrain from doing so in case he had any...guests over. so you wait as patiently as a frothy cup of coffee can allow, almost throwing yourself out of the stool in delight when you finally hear taehyung pad down the hallway.

"tae!" you shout the second the boy walks in, making him jump back against the door frame in shock.

"fuck!" he stutters, laying a palm over his chest to ease his pulse. his hair is sticking up cutely in all directions, and from the look of the dried drool on his chin and lack of pants, you can only guess tae came downstairs for a glass of water and a quick piss before heading back to bed. "are you trying to kill me or what?!"

"sorry," you wince, appeasing him by pouring a cup of coffee; extra strong with lots of milk, just how tae likes it. he takes the mug thankfully, downing a few good gulps while you wait with wriggling hips. "sometimes i forget i don't live here anymore."

"you're telling me," he mutters from behind the rim. his eyes are still half closed with sleep, tee all rumpled when he slides a hand under it to scratch his belly. "you know we still keep tampons in the bathroom? the number of times one of my lays has taken it to mean we're something serious, ugh."

"really? that's so sweet!" you pinch his cheeks, totally ignoring the disdain in his voice, but taehyung is too tired to pry your hands away from his face anyway. "but listen, the reason why i barged in at this time is because-"

"jimin's not here," taehyung cuts off between his smushed cheeks. "he left for the gym at like, the ass crack of dawn or something."

you visibly deflate. "since when does he ever go to the gym this early?"

"since now i guess," he shrugs, feeling a wave of sympathy for you when you sigh in disappointment, arms falling limply by your sides. jimin had clearly been avoiding you. the fact that you came all this way just to see him only to be let down again made taehyung want to wrap you up in his arms upon instinct, tucking away the residual anger he had towards his flatmate for later. "hey, don't make that face. last night he said he's staying late at the library today, hopefully you can catch him there?"

"hopefully," you grumble into his chest. you're so tired and tae's t-shirt is so soft, his body so warm you almost drift off while standing up if the whole jimin situation wasn't sounding like an alarm in the back of your head. "i haven't seen him in like, a week tae. that's the same as a century for us! i wonder what's got him so hung up...did one of his dates go badly or something?"

"don't think so," taehyung yawns. "sounded awful busy with some chick last night. if he's upset over a girl he's definitely started moving on already," he says, the look of defeat returning on your face again. "he's just busy," he assures, not even managing to sound like he believes it himself but at this point taehyung would do anything to get rid of those puppy eyes of yours. "you know what it's like at the end of the semester. i bet you'll catch him in the library tonight and everything will be fine."

"yeah, okay," you pout, smushing your head into taehyung's chest.

"was he there?" seulgi calls before you even have both feet through the front door. she gets her answer soon enough when you drag yourself to the sitting room, flopping into the empty space next to her on the couch in defeat. she runs her fingers through your tangled hair with an apologetic pout. "i'm sure he's just busy, babe."

"he went to the gym," you say, voice muffled into the cushions but she can still hear your annoyance. "i woke up at dawn for that prick. if i don't grab him in the library later i'm gonna camp out on his fucking couch, watch me. he can't run forever!"

"i mean this is jimin we're talking about," jisoo calls from the kitchen island, already half way done making hot drinks for the three of you. "boys like him would run to the ends of the earth before facing up to their bullshit."

seulgi shakes her head in disgust while she keeps petting you. "men."

"how have you two never had a fight before anyway?" jisoo asks when she comes over to join you, handing you your drink. you sit up to cup it gratefully, closing your eyes while you inhale the sweetness of the steam. god you were so fucking tired. "you've known each other for like, years. and you're telling me he's never hit you with one of his hissy fits before?"

you think about it for a second. "no, actually. if we ever do disagree we just say it up front like an old married couple with too many kids. remember that time i bought that cute faux-fur parka and jimin told me i looked like a game of thrones character?"

"i mean he wasn't wrong but you don't say that," seulgi says.

jisoo peers upwards thoughtfully. "which one though? if it's ned then fine but sansa's cute-"

"i'm saying jimin doesn't do this," you stress, drawing back the girls' attention. "we don't keep shit from each other. he's usually the one telling me why he's avoiding someone else!" you drum your fingers on the mug nervously. "which means that something is seriously wrong. like, not-only-is-he-avoiding-me-but-he's-avoiding-his-feelings wrong."

seulgi snorts. "when has jimin ever processed his feelings like a normal person? there's a reason why he's fucked his way through campus."

"exactly. whatever it is, i'm sure it has nothing to do with you," jisoo sips her drink. "maybe he got crabs again and he's embarrassed to tell you."

you shoot her a flat look. "are you kidding? did you forget who went to the sex clinic with him?"

jisoo can't help spluttering a laugh. "oh yeah!"

"speaking of crabs," seulgi paws your thigh excitedly. "are you going to jungkook's today?"

in an instant you feel your cheeks heat up but you just shrug casually. "i mean, i have a late class and some time to kill before jimin hunting, so...probably, yeah."

"of course she is," jisoo wiggles her eyebrows so you squirm beside her. "she's been to his place every night this week!"

seulgi claps her hands to her cheeks, her smile so wide it splits her face. "i still can't believe you're fucking jeon jungkook!"

you try to laugh it off but you can't stop the pounding of your heart in your chest. even the mention of jungkook's name has your hands a little clammy, your belly tightening in anticipation. you were waiting for yourself to get tired of seeing him every night, but the opposite was happening - it became the highlight of your day, the reason for the extra glow in your smile. jungkook held up to the rumours; you couldn't help but admit he left little to be desired in the bedroom if anything at all.

"look, you're blushing again!" jisoo squeals, pinching your cheeks.

"of course she is! i would be too if i was jungkook's latest squeeze!"

"latest," you remind them both, but you're unable to force the smile from your face. "definitely not his last."

"like that matters!" jisoo grins back at you. "just enjoy the ride, babe. literally."

"you're awful."

"___ was here this morning," taehyung says when jimin finally arrives home. "she was looking for you."

"oh?" he turns to taehyung, who's got his arms crossed. he doesn't look happy at all, and jimin all but rolls his eyes at him. tae could get so serious sometimes and it was usually for nothing. "i'll call her after class."

"she wants to see you," taehyung says, his tone gentle but firm. jimin doesn't answer. "come on, jimin-ah. it's not fair on ___. you can't avoid her forever."

jimin busies himself with emptying his gym bag, throwing dirty sweatshirts around the room. "i'm not avoiding her."

now taehyung is the one rolling his eyes. "seriously?"

"what?"

"i've seen you trek to that girl's house when you had a raging fever and a report due the next day!" he closes the door behind him when he finally enters jimin's room so he can't ignore him, setting down on the end of his bed that's still covered in clothes. "the only reason i can think of that you wouldn't go to ___ for a problem is if the problem is her."

"stop pussy footing around tae," jimin sighs. "just tell me what you wanna say already, i don't have time for this."

taehyung braces himself a moment, turning his head to the side with his tongue in his cheek. when he finally meets jimin's eyes his gaze is steady. "if avoiding ___ is your way of punishing her for getting with jungkook, you really are an asshole."

jimin's face screws up in disgust. "the fuck? what are you-"

"you haven't seen her since the party," tae leans back, flattening his palms behind him. "aka, since she started seeing jungkook. you really want me to believe that's a coincidence? it's pretty obvious you've got your knickers in a twist over it even if you don't see it yourself. it's how you deal with stuff, jimin: you don't. fucking more girls than usual, working out early, studying late. not giving yourself time to think about what's actually bothering you."

"since when did this become a fucking intervention about my life? full offence, but you're the last one to be pointing fingers, taehyung," jimin retorts, but the boy's stare doesn't relent. jimin huffs in exasperation, going back to sorting his bag. "i'm busy. the semester's almost up, i have shit to do. why are you acting like i haven't seen ___ in a month when its literally been like, a couple days at most-"

"it's been a week! you don't even go this long without talking to your mum!"

"and what's it to you? what's the sudden interest for?" jimin finally bursts, dark eyes alight with frustration. his ashy hair falls into his eyes slightly before he flicks it away again, not liking the what the pressure taehyung was putting on him was doing to his composure. he hated appearing frazzled, taken off guard. jimin was always ready for anything even a conversation that didn't serve a purpose other than offending him a little.

"interest? jimin, you're my friend," he shakes his head. it was the reason why he and jimin usually got on so well but also why communication was an issue sometimes; they were so different from each other. even though taehyung was coming from a place of concern, jimin's gut reaction was to get defensive and that wasn't going to undo itself overnight. "i care about you. i don't like seeing you like this."

"like what?" he narrows his eyes. "what do you mean?"

"the reason why this whole thing bothers you so much. jungkook and ___," taehyung eyes jimin carefully, waits for him to catch on but he doesn't. "it's because he's you. he's just like you. and if she can fall for him and make it work in even the slightest way, it's a slap in the face to all the things you've always been too scared to pursue with her."

jimin scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. out of all the things he was expecting to come out of taehyung's mouth, he wasn't expecting that. something so absurd, so juvenile. was it really so hard to believe that he could be close to a girl without wanting to fuck her? he doesn't know whether to feel offended or disappointed when he turns to look back at taehyung after a long minute of silence. "first of all, this is jungkook we're talking about. it's not gonna work. give it a couple weeks she's gonna be crying on that pillow behind you in no time," he pauses from turning back to his closet. "oh, and you're fucking delusional."

"am i?" taehyung presses, but jimin has already ended the conversation, his back turned to him while he kicks about more dirty laundry across the carpet. tae licks his lips, irritated. if he wanted to be difficult, two could play. "fine. we'll talk about something else."

jimin huffs. "great."

"you ever gonna tell her about hoseok?"

he freezes. it's like time has stopped for a short moment, taehyung's question bouncing around in his skull like one of those nineties windows screensavers. he doesn't know why the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand up, but jimin's face remains poised if only a little alarmed. "how do you even...?"

tae shrugs. "because i know you, jimin. you acted fishy every time ___ mentioned hobi, especially their breakup. i asked hyung, he told me."

upon examining taehyung's disapproving expression, fury bubbles up in his chest again. the fuck was he to go prying in places he shouldn't, trying to dictate what was right and wrong when he wasn't as close to you as jimin was? he can't keep the anger out of his voice or face this time, fists clenched while he grips a vest just give himself something to do. "you ever gonna mind your own business taehyung? like literally, ever?"

"you're being a dick and you know it." it's not sharp or with the intent of riling him up anymore. the statement is quiet. a fact.

it's the exact reason why jimin leaves without another word.

to put it bluntly, jungkook was waiting to get sick of you.

it should be any time now since his flings don't last long, but then he gets a taste of your pussy again, watches you undress for him, rocks his erection through your slickness and instead wonders how he ever lived these twenty-two years without you. jungkook fucks you today like he has been all week; firmly, passionately. you've gotten so used to the banging of his broken headboard drowning your moans out you don't think to quieten them anymore, hands clawing at jungkook's back and ass in an attempt to push him ever deeper.

he groans into your neck at how eagerly you receive him, the way you split your thighs wider and clench around his cock desperately. he never would have thought you the type to love a good pounding - it really was always the quiet ones. there's something about the way you writhe under him, your eyes rolling back into your head with a flutter, mouth hanging open in ecstasy. he could never get enough of you. and it scared him a little.

"jungkook," you beg when he starts to slow down on purpose, your fingers threading into the nape of his neck to tug at his hair painfully. but he doesn't relent. he knows you're about to cum and he just loves to draw it out, loves to make it last as long as possible. it was a little intimidating how well he knew your body already, because if he was fucking you this good within the first week then what the hell was waiting for you in the future? you squirm when jungkook angles himself to drag over your clit, rolling into it with enough force to get you whining but not enough to push you over the edge. "please, just! just let me...jungkook!"

you suddenly feel his teeth flat against your neck: he's laughing at you. it makes your face heat even further even though you didn't think it was possible once he hoisted one of your thighs over his elbow. he starts to thrust harder but keeps his measured pace, shoving you up the bed steadily. you were practically in tears under him when he gives one of your nipples a gentle suck, beautifully contrasting the burning stretch of his cock inside you. god, you wanted to cum so bad. "jungkook, i'm begging you..."

"what's the rush?" he whispers under your ear. you shiver. he lowers your leg down, hands slipping further to now angle your ass so he can drive into you with force but halt all friction against your clit in the process. the sudden off-on stimulation was making you sweat and grow delirious, your face burying into jungkook's neck as he fucks you with renewed vigour. he likes watching your tits shake whenever he speeds up, how your face scrunches more at the wet, slapping sounds of sex getting louder. even when he's balls deep, jungkook is always on the hunt for new ways to fluster you.

"baby," you whisper suddenly, feather light over his bottom lip. you say it so delicately he almost misses it. he watches with hooded eyes and a sweaty brow when you place a gentle, chaste kiss over the mole under his mouth. the action is so overwhelmingly intimate that jungkook's heart practically lurches out from his chest. you're so pretty with your bitten lips and sparkling eyes underneath him that his brain short circuits for a second, causing him to pause mid-thrust before something clicks: he wants you to cum. now.

it's funny how it's the simplest action that gets jungkook to ram you into orgasm. one little peck and suddenly he's wild with the need to bury his cock into the very back of your cunt, feel you pulse around him. for him. and you do; it only takes a couple minutes of rough thrusting for jungkook to have you moaning into his skin helplessly, your body jolting with the force of your release so that you rut up to meet his hips in a frenzy. he revels in it, licking up your neck while he finishes with a grunt and listens to you whine at the never ending aftershocks. you're both gasping and exhausted by the time he finally slows to a stop, head dipping into your shoulder before he collapses into you. the feel of your fingers running through his sweaty hair, cradling him against your body while you lie there together almost makes him forget to pull out, knot up and bin the condom.

it's difficult not to rush back into your arms again once he returns to the bed. he didn't think he'd like being held so much; jungkook has had a lot of sex with a lot of girls but it was never this...comforting. easy.

"so are you ever gonna tell me about this one?" you ask as you crawl into his damp chest. you like to trace over the sweat around his nipples after sex, watch him squirm and whine, but this time you venture upwards to the tattoo across his chest. it rests perfectly in the dip between his collar bones, a line of roman numerals you had been wandering about ever since you caught a peek through his v neck that day. jungkook doesn't reply, too busy catching his breath. you wrap the sheet around your breasts before cinching your brows in concentration. "i know it's a date. it has to be, with the way the numbers are separated. the day you lost your virginity?"

jungkook rolls his eyes. "do i look like a fifteen year old girl?"

you pinch one of his nipples, earning a short squeak from him. "don't insult fifteen year old girls. the day you got crabs for the first time?"

"no."

"chlamydia?"

"no!"

"herpes?"

"what is it with you and associating me with venereal disease?" he huffs, reaching over to drink some water from a bottle beside the bed. still, it's cute the way your lips set into a determined line while you concentrated. you fit in perfectly with his messy little studio, wrapped in his sheets and covered in his lovebites. jungkook isn't usually one for pillow talk simply because he doesn't have a lot to say after he's got his fill, but there's something extremely satisfying about keeping you in his bed if only to indulge in the fact he's the only man who gets to see you like this, naked and soft after sex. it made him feel smug. special. not many men got to enjoy this so enjoy you he would.

you trace around his nipple again while you think, and he shivers at the contact. he can feel your smooth calf rub up his leg absent-mindedly, causing his still-sore dick to stir in the beginnings of new arousal. it didn't help that you held the sheet up under your breasts while you sat beside him, pushing them together as if purely for his viewing pleasure. not that you had any idea, flipping some hair over your shoulder before locking eyes with him again seriously. they're somehow alluring and mischievous and adorable all that the same time when you say, "is it the day you watched the episode of naruto where jiraiya died?"

his suddenly looks visibly upset. "we don't talk about that episode in this house."

you giggle when he turns his head away from you. "are you crying, jungkook?"

"he was his sensei!" he complains, still refusing to look at you even when you wind your arms around his neck with a light laugh. you kiss his jaw softly, placating him enough to show you his scowl before you're kissing that too. his face is still slightly bruised from the fight, so you're careful to pepper over the little nicks. jungkook can't help but relax into you, mouth falling slack and letting you apologise with little pecks. he traces your chin gently with his fingers when he wants more, about to part your mouth and rub his semi into your thigh when-

"is it the day you ate six ramen cups in one sitting?"

he pauses. "actually, you're right i should get that tattooed it was a really proud day for me. they were fire noodles too so you wouldn't believe the ring sting wh-" he cocks his head, a crinkle forming on his nose bridge when he squints in confusion. "wait, how do you even know that?"

"yoongi told me," you grin, pulling away to wiggle your hips playfully against his side, reminding jungkook of his growing erection. "he gave me his number so we can gossip about you."

jungkook takes the opportunity to grab your thigh, using his hips to suddenly roll you underneath him again. you gasp, feeling jungkook part your legs around his body to accommodate his weight on you. the skin of his lower abdomen lines up with your still sensitive wetness, making you yelp at the warm contact all of a sudden. pulling the sheet away from you with a wicked smile, jungkook relishes in your embarrassed gulp when your breasts press flush into his bare chest.

"so you and hyung talk now?" he murmurs, reaching to tease your nipple this time. you crush your teeth into your lower lip, jungkook's attentive stare and grabby hands making your heart beat a mile a minute all over again. his hair is pushed back to reveal his strong brows, the slant of his smirk as boyish as ever, dimples showing. god he was so pretty. "first hobi hyung, then me, now yoongi...you're really working your way through the group, aren't you noona?"

"don't tell me you're jealous, romeo," you huff, but your voice isn't as steady as you'd like. he hums a laugh into your collar bones, your eyes fluttering shut when you feel the wetness of his tongue trace your skin. it's so warm and hypnotic, turning you into a pliant doll underneath him while he sucks more hickeys over your skin. jungkook knew how to shut a girl up, that much was apparent by the whimpers that slipped from your mouth. and it almost worked. "the day you got your first xbox?"

he sighs, dropping his head into your chest before rolling off you in defeat. you clearly pushed all chances of a round three off the table so he just lies back and throws an arm over his eyes lazily. "no. you're never gonna guess it, trust me."

you scoot closer, taking up the challenge. "first camera?"

"no."

"first overwatch win?"

"no."

"the day you got that ugly truck?"

"take that back, she's not ugly!"

"first threesome? first pair of timberlands? first linkin park album?"

jungkook groans. jesus, was he that transparent? he peeks through one eye to quickly scan his messy room, looking for any sign of rock or heavy metal memorabilia because he sure as hell didn't tell anyone about his embarrassing emo phase. sure enough he spots the old posters rolled up and tossed into the bottom of his open wardrobe, the linkin park and evanescence ones sticking out enough for someone observant enough to spot it from across the room. another reminder why jungkook doesn't like bringing girls back to his place. and the downside to hooking up with smart chicks. "alright inspector gadget, that's enough-"

"i've got it!" you shout, clapping your hands excitedly. "i bet it's that time when you first touched a girls tit! weren't you like, fourteen? it was behind the changing rooms at your old dance school, remember?"

jungkook's covers his face in mortification. he was really going to kill yoongi with his bare hands the next time he saw him. "okay look, first of all she was a c cup which was a big deal back then! and second, if i tell you will you promise to stop talking to hyung about my embarrassing back stories?"

"yes!" you lie, eyes lighting up as you bounce cutely. "tell me, tell me!"

jungkook chews the inside of his cheek bloody, cheeks flushing bright pink all the way up to his ears. he looks so cute, so young and vulnerable while he fidgets about and twiddles his thumbs, adam's apple bobbing when he gulps. it didn't help that you were watching him expectantly like a hawk.

"well?" you press, tilting your head to meet his eyes from where he avoids looking at you.

jungkook's cheeks are now practically tomato red, doe eyes meeting yours hesitantly when he mumbles, "it's my mum's birthday."

the warmth that floods your chest is unexpected, and you feel it ripple throughout your body in waves. jungkook rubs the tip of his nose, feigning coolness even though his palms are definitely sweating. especially considering the residual history with your own mother - would it make you sad? angry? was he stupid for telling you the truth and not letting you believe it was one of your ridiculous guesses if only to spare you the short anguish? just when he thinks he could die of embarrassment, wishing that the earth would split and swallow him up whole so he wouldn't have to endure your gawking, you sit yourself on his lap. jungkook looks at you in surprise, hands fidgeting even more around your hips when he watches you smile at him like that. out of nowhere you lean into him, swerving down to press a sweet kiss over the numbers inked across his chest. he all but swoons.

"so," you say finally, voice velvet soft without even a hint of derision despite your next words. "you're a mama's boy."

"shut up," he grumbles, but jungkook can't help but take delight in the way you cup his cheeks and turn him back to kiss you, pulling you closer and letting you grind into his forgotten hard-on. you were already tugging the sheet away from his waist, humming contently at the warmth of his skin under your hands. he must have been a saint in his last life to pull a girl this eager. "hun, wait. lemme prep you, shh-"

"don't care," you gasp, tugging his lower lip between your teeth to make him groan. "want your dick in me."

jungkook can't help but grin arrogantly into the kiss. "so is that your play? the sensitive, small-town-boy thing is what does it for you?" you don't reply because yes is the answer and you both know it, instead opting to lick your way up jungkook's throat while you hastily position the head of his cock against you. "didn't know you were such a textbook romcom protagonist, noona."

"just shut up and fuck me before i-" you freeze instantly when you see the time on flash on your phone on the floor when seulgi's text appears. your eyes nearly pop out of your head, jumping off jungkook's dick faster than he can blink. "shit, i'm late!"

he pouts childishly, neglected cock sitting there while you tug on your underwear and race around the room in search of your clothes. "what happened to wanting my dick in you?"

"later," you pant, bending to look under the bed. "if i don't catch jimin now then that idiot is gonna build a fort in that fucking gym this weekend, i know it," you finally find your shirt thrown into a pile of jungkook's laundry, holding it up to put it on before you gasp at it in shock. "oh my god! jungkook!"

"what?" he yawns, already settling back into the pillows.

you flip the shirt to show him the front of it angrily, the large cum stain streaking its way from one corner to the other. "look what you did earlier! i can't wear this!"

he snorts when you hurl the t shirt at him, holding it up to get a good look at it and trying not to feel too proud of himself. "oh my god, it's all the way up to the collar, look! you ever wonder how fast cum travels, like damn how many miles an hour is this? i'm impressed with myself!"

even you can't help but laugh at his stupid comment. "god, why are boys so dumb..."

"hey!" he squawks when you tug one of his huge white tees, stuffing the ends into your jeans as you shimmy them on hurriedly. "that's mine!"

"and that top was mine before you got your jizz all over it!" you shove your shoes on throwing your phone into your jacket pocket. "we'll trade back after you wash it. that was my favourite black crew neck you know!"

"are you just using that as an excuse to see me again?" he wiggles his eyebrows, scooting to sit on the end of the bed so he can reach over and tug your hips to him while you quickly tie up your hair.

you eye him. "if you don't want me to come back, that's fine."

he pinches your ass. "tomorrow. after lunch."

you smirk. "thought so."

the cocktail of emotions that jimin experiences when he sees you waving at him from the other end of the library is too much for his brain. relief, because he missed you. panic, because why did he feel like he had something to be defensive about? and then distaste because, was that one of jungkook's ratty shirts?

"hey," he smiles when you finally reach him, as if you'd just come back from the bathroom.

"don't hey me!" you shrug your coat off hurriedly, sweating from having to jog all this way. jimin watches you brace your hands on your hips, eyes trained onto him like he's at a police line up or something. "go on. start."

"start what?"

"giving me your bullshit excuses," you sit on the table he's working at, kicking your feet up on a chair while you regard him. you rest your chin in your palm while you wait, waving your hand dismissively. "about how you've busy with finals and the gym and fending off the plethora of girls who are constantly after you. the sooner you finish we can talk about the real problem."

"and what's the real problem then?" jimin challenges, spreading his legs while he leans back in his chair to stare back at you. he cocks his jaw, not exactly in the best of moods after his argument with taehyung. the last thing he was ready for was someone else giving him shit in the same day.

jimin isn't prepared for the way your eyes soften, the way you inch closer to him and twirl your finger over the back of his hand in a peace offering. you weren't like him or taehyung; you didn't yell. didn't raise your voice or spit swears or guilt trip. maybe it was your messy past, your mild mannered personality or simply your ability to read him so easily. you knew exactly how to break down his wall of defence, knew exactly what to do and what to say and how to say it. which is why you let out a short sigh before starting. "i know this is about jungkook."

jimin's tongue pokes in his cheek. firstly because he realised how stupid he and taehyung were for assuming you didn't have shit figured out before they did, and secondly because why did the exact same topic of conversation evoke such a different response when it came from you instead of taehyung? because now all jimin can do is grind his teeth nervously, eyes flicking about the room while he jiggles his legs. there was no hiding from you. "what are you talking about? that's..."

"come on jiminie," you tug at his pinky finger. you always made fun of that one for being the chubbiest. jimin doesn't know why but his heart melts. "you haven't exactly been subtle. you warned me about jungkook and i didn't listen and i get how that must feel for you. for someone who's done as much for me as you have."

jimin shrugs nonchalantly but his chest is tight, throat dry. "it's your life, ___. i'm fine with it, seriously."

this time you're the one to keep quiet for a second. you wish you could transfer your emotions into him so he'd understand the feeling you get whenever you look at him, wish you were articulate enough to describe the way you felt about jimin but you doubted that was even possible. all you can do is gnaw your lip, your pretty face staring at him with the light of a thousand stars in your eyes. jimin could get lost like this, in you. "you know no one could ever replace you, right? hoseok, jungkook, even taehyung...no guy could ever be what you are to me."

you're being a dick and you know it, tae’s words echo in his head, which is what causes jimin’s resolve to finally crack. he could never stay mad at you. maybe if it was some other girl, some other friend of his - but not you. never you.

which is why he gives in and grabs you by the legs, tugging you onto his knees to make you squeak. jimin's crooked front tooth revels itself when he smiles at you, eyes curving into the sweet crescents that you know and love. you'd be lying if you weren't a little giddy at his open affection like this in public, the way he holds the back of your hips so you don't slip off his legs. "that's good to know, because my mum is still convinced we're gonna get married some day. like a harry met sally situation."

you relax against him, glad to have your jimin back. "but we never hated each other!"

"i dunno, i feel pretty strongly about this shirt you're wearing," jimin sneers, picking at it with the end of his fingers in disgust. "what happened? jungkook get ramen juice on your top and gave you this bed sheet instead?"

"i wish it was ramen juice," you hang your head. "you have no idea how much i wish it was ramen juice."

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“X” Marks the Spot

A Supernatural Fan-fiction

Created for: @crashdevlin‘s dirty 30

Featuring: Sam Winchester x Reader, unnamed demon

Warnings: Angst, possession, branding, smut-adjacent activities, dub!con, face riding, gore, this got dark

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He wasn’t looking at you, not really. He hoped you were in there, somewhere. That you could hear him, see him, fighting to get you back. But the demon that took over wouldn’t give up that control. Especially if it made a Winchester bristle.

Winchesters, always thinking that torture and threats were the way to get what they wanted. Demons worth their eyes didn’t care, some of them even got off on it. Feeling a vessel convulse and writhe in pain was its own sort of aphrodisiac. Too bad Sam didn’t want to hurt this one. He sat back, barely concealing his frustration over the impossible; exorcisms weren’t working.

“Oh Sammy, the things I’d do to you,” the demon purred, puffing out your chest coyly.

“It’s Sam,” he snapped back.

“No it isn’t, not to big bro and not to this hot piece I’m riding. She calls you that when she cums, doesn’t she? When you’ve got her worked up and shaking beneath you?” The demon chuckled, black eyes challenging as Sam tried to remain calm.

“It’s okay, big guy.” The demon started to whisper, “I won’t tell. It will be our little secret.”

“Shut up,” Sam replied, turning to go.

“Ouch, just turn your back on your girl. That’s cold, even for you,” the demon taunted. That stopped Sam on the spot, but he didn’t turn around.

“The thing is, you know the answer, Sammy baby. You just haven’t thought back far enough.” The demon twiddled your thumbs, the only thing the spellworked cuffs could allow them to do with your hands.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam cocked his head, looking over his shoulder.

“It means, you have been here before,” the demon enunciated like he was hard of hearing. “I mean, obviously you’ve been in her before. But I’m talking about circumstantially.”

“Her tattoo was cut, that’s how you got in,” Sam started walking though the process of losing you.

“Obviously.” The demon rolled its eyes. “That was some party you had for her. Half the bar had bought the birthday girl a drink. She should have been more careful.”

“But the exorcism, one of those should have worked,” Sam’s brow furrowed in frustration as he thought aloud.

“It’s okay, you’ll get there, you just have to remember a time when every other monster wasn’t your best of buds. When you still had a future to live up to, Dumbo.”

“Ruby?” Sam gasped, bile rising up in his throat.

The demon hissed, “so close, slick. Further back.”

Sam swallowed and cracked his neck, hands clenched at his sides.

“What my sister did to you, well, with you. That was— let’s say, I just wanted to see how you handled. Instead, I got this little thing on her own and well, let’s just say. I’d still like to see how you handle,” the demon winked, uncrossing your legs obscenely in the chair.

“Stop.”

“I’m just getting her ready for you, Sammy,” the demon moaned. “Because when you realize where I put it, you’re gonna need some, lubrication to find it.”

Sam’s blood ran cold. He subconsciously grabbed his right forearm, thumbing the now unmarred flesh. A vivid sensation of burning snapped his head up to look the monster in the eye. “What the fuck did you do?!”

“Just had to tuck it away, someplace safe. Didn’t want just anybody finding it… But I think you’ve got it now. And watching you have to mutilate your girl to get me out? It’s like Christmas and Hanukkah all wrapped into one!”

Sam backhanded the demon, rage burning faster than reason.

“She’s not gonna be able to feel anything again, Sam. You know that right?” The demon laughed, “no more ‘oh Sammies’ for you big boy.”

“No, you’re wrong. Because once I get you out, Cas is going to heal her. She will be fine.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” the demon sighed. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

Sam stopped addressing the demon that had branded you, instead he forced himself to have a one sided conversation.

“Hey, baby, it’s gonna be okay. I’m just gonna start taking off your pants, and get you all cleaned up,” Sam’s voice was soothing, with a slight bite to the end. He stepped inside the demon’s trap, knowing the demon couldn’t do much inside the cuffs. The demon remained still, watching Sam intently as he lifted your body from the chair.

He marched to the shower room, where he set you down carefully in one of the stalls. The demon started kicking off your boots. Sam let it strip your body from the waist down, his throat thickening as it swayed your hips.

“You sure you don’t want to take these things off, we’d have a lot of fun,” the demon held out your hands. “I mean, it’s a shame to keep these tits covered.”

Sam didn’t reply, but kissed you on your forehead and reached behind your body to turn on the shower. The demon instantly cowered from the pelting water, but Sam held you firm. Letting the filthy thing squirm against the holy water as meager payback for what it had done to you. For what Sam was going to have to do next.

He knelt before you, strong arms holding your body up as he shouldered between your thighs. His eyes dragged over every inch of your folds, his hands gently pulling you open to inspect the damage. The demon had riled you up, his finger tips brushing against your juices as he checked on your clit. Everything was perfectly, you. Your smell was still strong and not yet defiled by demon stench.

He kissed your thigh and continued his search. The demon shuttered above him, but he tried to ignore it. Ignore that his care of you was somehow pleasurable for it. Sam sniffed, not realizing he was crying. He shouted over the water, “Baby, relax for me. I just got find the spell and you’ll be free. I’m so sorry.”

The demon clenched your thighs around Sam’s face, tossing one leg over his shoulder, seeking friction. But the constant assault of holy water had weakened it’s resolve, the steam from contact with its unholy flesh lost in the cavernous bathroom. Sam’s hands dug into the meat of your ass, pushing at your hips until the demon was against the wall. Slowly, Sam snaked a finger into your desecrated core.

He closed his eyes and used his muscle memory to search your channel. He inhaled in shock when he felt it, the tough raised flesh bulldozed over your inner patch of nerves. Carefully he retreated, leaving you on your own two feet. His lips pursed against the disgust and inevitability.

The demon groaned, hip checking him suddenly. Sam fell on to his back, as the demon sat on his chest, hands yanking at his hair.

“I know that’s not how you take her, Sam. One finger? With what you’re packing you get her ready with a single fucking digit?! No. Now we’re gonna have some fun because that was NOT the best you got. Was it?” The demon seethed above Sam, drenched and shaking against the pain from the shower and the effort to hold Sam down.

In one swift motion, it dropped your cunt on to Sam’s protesting lips, smothering him in your folds. The demon started to rock, teasing Sam’s perfect nose with your clit, beneath you Sam gasped for air, chin shifting against your ass as he tried to pry you from him. Quickly, the demon found its release or was too weak to keep up the assault. As soon as Sam could, he pushed you up, ring and middle finger sliding into your wetness.

With gentle nuzzles into your mound, Sam curled inside you until he felt the outline of the locking brand with the pads of his fingers. He didn’t have anything with him to break the seal, to release the magic holding that thing inside you. Anything but his nails. He locked eyes on the demon, looking into those void-deep pools and searched for you. For your forgiveness, for your permission.

Without the demon realizing it, you nodded your head. And Sam carved into you, scratching at the cursed mark with everything his trimmed nails could give. You and the demon both howled in pain as Sam heaved, breathing through what he had to do. It felt like the longest moments of his life, digging into you in the most unimaginable way. Finally the sticky warmth of fresh blood coated his fingers and he froze.

Time stopped, you looked down at him and he started to chant, head pitched against your thigh in exhaustion.

“ Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas-” Sam’s baritone rose with each word.

You felt your body come back to you, the choking black smoke bailing through every orifice it could find, leaving you retching. You fell over, legs shaking and stomach churning as the burning in your core evened out. You had never felt so unclean. The exorcism spoken, Sam rolled to his side, eyes raking over every inch of you. His hand hovered over your thigh, unsure if you wanted him to touch you. Unsure if he could make himself do it again. You cried without sound, the sobs tremored through your body from head to toe.

Eventually, Sam stood up and shut off the water. Watching you curl in on yourself was too much and he left to get the blanket from your bed. No towel was big enough to hide what had been done to you. What his hands had done either.

You awoke hours later, in a spare bedroom, warm, dry and healed. Sam sat at the foot of your bed with a look of relieved exhaustion on his face. Cas and Dean stood in the doorway, leaving quietly as you started to cry. Sam held himself back, letting you process what happened from his perch. What happened had separated you two, in more ways than one. And no amount of angelic powers could fix that for either of you.

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#sam winchester fanfiction #dark fic #sam x reader #dub!con #sam fanfic #sam smut #sam angst #happy birthday cassie!#possessed reader #genital mutilation #demons

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nerdydungeonhound · 5 years

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Bad At Love Ch. 6

Tag list: @anna-nichole-lee @triplehaitches @slutfor-sixx

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“I fucking knew it, you fucking dirty dogs,” Tommy said as they all sat, packing up for their tour with Ozzy. Dani and Nikki decided it was way too damn hard to keep their relationship from the guys, it was going to be even harder on tour with Dani acting as an assistant roadie. “Dani was our kiss all a farce?” He questioned, clutching his heart in fake pain.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that Tommy. I do love you, you know that,” she said caressing the side of his face.

“How the fuck did I not know this was going on?” Vince said, clearly upset.

“Because you’re a fucking idiot. Both of you are, I’ve known, like, the whole time. They weren’t very good at hiding it, they are like cats in heat,” Mick said in a monotone voice from the couch, his bags already packed.

“Well while we are on tour, it doesn’t leave who is in this room. I don’t need my shit being put on blast for the whole world to see, just yet,” Nikki said as he rushed around grabbing everything he possibly could. He looked over at Dani and she smiled and nodded at him. They were leaving in one day for the year-long tour and Dani decided to quit her job to join them. Tonia had met someone and he was staying with her for the time-being to make up for Dani not being there.

“You need any help, babe? You are running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off,” Dani said noticing his stressed out look, she walked over to him, rubbing his shoulders.

“Yeah, thank you,” he said kissing the top of her head. Vince and Tommy groaned. Dani flipped them the bird and disappeared down the hall to pack up his stuff from his bedroom. She looked down at the bed and ran her hand over it, and smiled to herself. She was going to miss this place.

“Thinking of all of the cool new places we get to do it now?” Nikki said smirking in the doorway, she got up and walked over to him, Dani wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her body close to his.

“Oh yeah, bus, hotel rooms, backstage, bar bathrooms, that’s true romance,” she said in a sarcastic tone.

“We don’t leave for another day, don’t get me all excited,” He said, while jokingly trusting his hips forward into her. Dani laughed out loud, “I’m glad you are coming with me, I might go crazy without you.”

“You are crazy, anyway. I’m glad, too, I’d miss you too much,” She whispered and pulled his head down to kiss him gently, and then pulled away, “Let’s get your shit together.”

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The sun was blaring and Dani and the band were sitting poolside in god-knows what city. Dani had began toning up from carrying all of their equipment around, and they finally had a day off, hanging out by the pool with a drink was exactly what she needed. She was laying a few chairs down from Nikki, so no one would see them out and about and take pictures of them. It seems people were always trying to have a glimpse of Mötley Crüe. The guys were talking about something that Dani was not listening to at all, she had her sunglasses and bathing suit on, without a care in the world. However, there was a man yelling out from across the pool that brought her out of her trance. Ozzy himself was walking out, in a yellow sundress, harassing people while on his way over to them.

“Morning Ozzy,” Dani said, lowering her sunglasses to peer at him over them.

“Morning, Bird,” He blurted, “Having fun?”

“Never a dull moment with you around,” She said pulling her glasses back up and turning her head towards Vince and the rest of the guys. Ozzy climbed to the top of the lifeguard’s chair and called them to talk to him, Dani wasn’t very interested because it did not pertain to her, but she was admiring the view of her boyfriend’s backside. Ozzy fell from the lifted chair causing the band to recoil back slightly. He demanded a straw and leaned down to snort a line of fire ants, he then preceded to piss on the floor and lap it up like a dog.

“Oh my fucking god!” Dani exclaimed under her breath, looking away, grimacing. Her ears pricked up when she heard a zipper and a familiar voice speak.

“Crazy fucker, watch this,” Nikki said whipping it out and peeing on the concrete as well. Dani’s mouth dropped open in shock.

“Nikki, fucking quit it,” he ignored her, “Don’t you dare, Sixx. I’m warning you.”

“Chill, Dani,” He barked at her, shaking off and zipping back up, he leaned down and at the last minute Ozzy pushed him away.

“Listen to the Bird, man,” Ozzy said as he licked up Nikki’s piss from the ground. Dani had just about had enough and stood up, sliding her shorts and tank top on. Nikki turned around to grab her after she walked away a few feet.

“It’s fine, Nik,” She grumbled in a sarcastic tone, “I’ll be on the bus if you need me, but I cant be around you right now,” She said, putting up her hand and brushing him off.

“Dani, babe, c’mon. We were just fucking around.”

“But you would have done it if he hadn’t pushed you away. Nikki, that’s fucking disgusting and you know it,” She said in an angry hushed tone, “I know you have a bad boy reputation to uphold, try not to piss me off in the meantime, okay?”

“Alright fine, but can we please go fuck on the bus now, you being mean to me makes me so fucking hard,” He said smirking at her and she rolled her eyes.

“How does that work on me? I’m supposed to be mad at you, you’re such an asshole,” She said grabbing his hand and leading him out of the pool area and onto the bus.

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“Bus sex, check,” Nikki said as they laid in the empty common area of the bus. Dani was sat in the booth area wrapped in only a sheet against his chest, smoking and blowing it out of the window.

“I could get used to this,” Dani said with a laugh. She leaned back to kiss Nikki when the bus door suddenly burst open and the rest of the band flooded in. Dani pulled the sheet up around herself to hide her naked body.

“Wait a minute, I thought there was a lovers quarrel going on here,” Vince said sitting opposite Dani.

“Dude, can you fuck off? We have hotel rooms, we were kind of in the middle of something,” Nikki said in an annoyed tone. Dani stood up, clutching the sheet around her and walking to the back of the bus to put her clothes on. She walked back in, adorned in her jeans, t-shirt and combat boots.

“Privacy is so hard to come by these days, I can’t be naked with my man without you clowns bursting in,” Dani said, slightly annoyed, “We have a show to get ready for, anyway,” She bends over to press a long kiss to Nikki’s lips. She waved goodbye to the rest of the guys and exited the bus doors.

“Way to go guys, round two was a sure thing,” Nikki grumbled, lighting a cigarette. Vince and Tommy laughed out loud.

“You guys fuck like rabbits, if i have to hear her scream your name anymore I’m going to fucking shoot myself,” Mick said from the back of the bus.

“You got her at the right time, too. I never would have thought she would turn out that hot back in high school,” Vince said, “I would probably be you right now.”

“Watch it, man.”

“No seriously, dude,” Tommy blurted, “Hold onto that one. Don’t fuck this up.”

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Dani was at the venue, getting the stage ready and preparing the dressing room for the band for the show that night. It was chaos with just her and a few other people working for Mötley and about a million people taking care of Ozzy. She had gotten to know quite a few people on Ozzy’s roadie crew, she looked around and noticed she was one of the only females in the venue. With that, she received a lot of male attention, sometimes good, most of the time not. Dani was on stage, bending over plugging cords into amps when she felt a presence behind her. She stood up and turned around and the man was so close she bumped her nose into his chest.

“So what’s a girl like you doing here before a show? You usually come after,” He said smugly. Dani looked at him like he was fucking stupid.

“What does it look like? I’m a fucking roadie, man. For Mötley Crüe. Are you stupid or just new?” She asked in a disgusted tone, attempting to turn around and ignore him some more. He grabbed her upper arm, preventing her from doing so.

“What the fuck did you say to me? Groupie bitch,” He spat at her, not letting up on his grip. There was fire behind Dani’s eyes and she saw red. She kneed him in the groin, causing him to release her and stumble backwards. Before he got the chance to retaliate she brought her foot up and kicked him in the chest, causing him to fall off off the stage. All eyes were on her now and she didn’t even notice the guys and Ozzy had walked in the front doors. They all rushed over, but Dani was already fast walking backstage and into the dressing room. Nikki followed her but she slammed the door before he could walk in.

“Open the door, Dani,” He said while knocking, he heard nothing from the other side, “C’mon babe,” He called back and the handle turned slowly and he pushed his way inside, “What the fuck happened?”

“No one fucking takes me seriously, that’s what fucking happened,” she yelled taking a long drag off of her cigarette, “I got called a fucking groupie, he put his hands on me! He doesn’t know me, and he sure as fuck doesn’t know we are together. That’s all I’ll ever be to these guys.”

“He did what?” Nikki yelled a little too loudly, “I’ll fucking kill him!” He turned to walk out of the room and Dani grabbed his hand.

“I took care of it already, obviously. This is why we can’t be public about us. I’ll be labeled a whore,” Dani was fuming and pacing like a madwoman. Nikki stood there, clenching his fists, obviously furious. He took a deep breath and relaxed his hands.

“You aren’t,” he said in a calm voice, approaching her and wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her into him, “You are a kick ass roadie, you fight like a man, and you are my girl. Nothing about you being mine makes you a whore,” Dani’s tensed up body started to relax slightly at his touch.

“I know that, but no one else sees that, they just see a helpless little girl following around rockstars.”

“They know you aren’t helpless now, I’m sure that dude is still on the floor,” he said while laughing and leaned down to kiss her jawline and slowly made his way down to the base of her throat. She melted into him, moaning lightly, “You are such a badass and I love that about you.” Dani grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a passionate lip lock when the dressing room door burst open. They both shot apart and looked towards the door to see who was intruding.

“This isn’t mine,” Ozzy slurred as he swayed slightly in the doorway, clutching it, “Am I interrupting something, bird?”

“No, Oz. Nikki was just checking on me. I’m all good, man,” She stuttered running her hands through her hair.

“Alright,” He said sarcastically, “That dude you fucked up, is out of here. Ran off like a little bitch,” he continued while laughing.

“Cool man, I’ll see you,” Nikki said shooting him a salute.

“Don’t let me walking in prevent the hot sex that is going to happen,” Ozzy said smiling before walking out and down the hallway. Dani sighed loudly, plopping down on the couch and putting her head in her hands.

“This is fucking falling apart,” Nikki walked over and actually locked the door before sitting down and pulling her into his lap. She hung her head down to rest it on his shoulder. He ran his hands up her back under her shirt, holding her close to him.

“It’s not, he is so shitfaced, he doesn’t remember breakfast,” He said.

“I hope so.”

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The next afternoon Nikki was woken up by a newspaper hitting him in the face. He groaned, nursing a killer hangover. He looked up to see Dani pacing back and forth in the room. He looked down and saw pictures of the two of them at the pool and going into the bus, touching hands, bodies pressed together. The headline said something about a roadie affair.

“Fuck, Nikki, fuck,” Dani said, lighting up a smoke and flopping backwards on the bed staring up at the ceiling, “I can’t do this, I’m having a heart attack.”

“What are you saying? No, no, no, hey you can’t end this because of a stupid paper,” He said, panicking sitting up in bed.

“What are we going to do, then?” She whispered, closing her eyes.

“I’ll address it, slow down the rumors, we’ll be more careful,” he said and Dani sighed.

“Alright.”

#the dirt #nikki sixx #motley crue

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jarmes · 5 years

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The Cottage

A man visits an old cottage, long since abandoned by time...

It was small, that cottage on the hill. Its white paint had long since flaked off and blown away in the wind. The windows were cracked and covered in dust. The lawn surrounding the cottage was overgrown from years of neglect and filled with yellow dandelions. I placed my hand on the door and felt the rotting wood. I twisted the rusty doorknob and, for the first time in years, walked back into the small cottage on the hill.

The smell was the first thing I noticed. The overpowering scent of mold and mildew filled my nostrils and made me gag. Still, beneath the scent of decay, I detected something familiar. The smell of cheap beer and expensive cigarettes. The cottage always smelled like cheap beer and expensive cigarettes.

I looked around the room. Somehow, it looked even smaller and more constricting on the inside. An old television set and a stained couch sat next to the door. A few feet away, a gas-powered stove and small refrigerator sat in the cottage’s “kitchen”. On the other side of the room, there were two doors, one leading to the bathroom and the other to Dan’s room.

I walked over to the TV and tapped the power button. The screen stayed dark. I wasn’t surprised. Dan rarely paid the electric bill when he was alive, so why would I expect the power to be on a week after his death?

I glanced up and saw a photograph sitting on top of the TV. The photo showed a bearded man with his arm around a young woman. A young boy held onto the woman’s hand. The bottom right corner of the photo had been ripped off. I looked closer and noticed a small hand holding onto the man’s pant leg, half obscured by the rip.

I knocked the photo over. Something about it just angered me. Maybe it was the way that the three of them seemed to be so happy. Maybe it was the shoddy attempt to hide the other child. Maybe it was simply the fact that it was a picture of Dan.

The fridge contained nothing but a case of beer and a Tupperware container containing a mysterious black substance that I assumed was inedible. I grabbed the beer and made my way to the bedroom. A small bed covered by a blue quilt sat by the door. Magazines and empty cans were strewn haphazardly around the bedroom, hiding the cottage’s shag carpet. On a nightstand, next to the bed, I spotted a small lighter and a pack of cigarettes. A small closet door stood on the other side of the room.

I opened the door to find clothes. No skeletons, no long hidden clue about Dan’s life, just clothes. I don’t know what I expected. I sighed and started cleaning up the magazines scattered on the floor of the bedroom. I picked up dozens of news stories, sports profiles, and the occasional dirty magazine and placed them in a single pile. I even, ironically, found a copy of Good Housekeeping among the mess.

Then I stopped. What was I doing, picking up the garbage of a dead man that I hated? Why was I at this cottage again? Then, I noticed it. An old leather-bound scrapbook, sitting among the magazines. Anxiously, I picked it up. After opening the blinds on one of the windows to let in some light, I sat down on the bed and opened the scrapbook.

On the first page, I found an old black and white photograph of a man and woman on their wedding day. Written in cursive beneath the photo were the words Our Special Day. On the second, I found a picture of the woman from the first photo holding a newborn baby. Underneath the picture of the baby, the words Jacob Daniel Knox, 7.5 pounds, 20 inches, were written. The third page was interesting. In the same handwriting as the previous photos were the words Jackson Mark Knox, 7 pounds, 18 inches. No photo of sat above these words.

I frantically flipped through the scrapbook, searching for a photo of Jackson. All I found was page after page of missing pictures. Then, halfway through the book, the pages became blank. Unfinished by whoever created the first half of the book.

I cracked open a beer and took a sip. It tasted horrible, like warm vegetable oil. I sat the can down next to the cigarettes on the nightstand and went back to cleaning the room. The sound of someone knocking on the window caught my attention. I turned and saw a middle-aged man with a shovel waving from the backyard. I left the cottage, scrapbook and six-pack in hand.

Jake hugged me as soon as I got outside. “It’s been too long!” he said.

“Jesus, Jake, you’re crushing me,” I said.

Jake laughed. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said. “How long have you been gone?”

“Not nearly long enough.”

Jake’s face turned solemn. “I didn’t see you at the funeral,” he said.

“I didn’t go. What’s with the shovel?”

“Dad wanted to be buried next to Mom.”

The words sent shivers down my spine. I’d already guessed that Jake was here to bury Dan, but hearing him say it made the finality of the situation real. For reasons I don’t fully understand, I helped him dig a pit in the family plot near the cottage. After a few hours of back-breaking work, Jake led me to his truck.

A plain pine box, large enough to fit a grown man, sat in the back of Jake’s old pickup. “Is that...Dan?” I asked

“Yeah,” he replied. “He didn’t want us to waste money hiring someone to do this. Surprised?”

“No. Dan doing something so macabre just to save money is completely in character.”

“Do you want me to open the box before we bury him?

“No.”

Jake and I carried the box to the pit and carefully lowered it down into the dirt. By sunset, the deed was done. Jake cracked open one of the warm beer cans and took a swig. “How can you drink that?” I asked.

“Stop being a snob,” he replied.

“Seriously! Dan, as a rule, only bought the cheapest possible beer. Hell, I don’t even know if it’s still good. It’s been sitting in that fridge for years.”

“Beer becomes better with age!”

“You’re thinking of wine.”

Jake laughed and took another swig. “How’s the family?” I asked.

“They’re doing good. Me and Laura dropped Katie off at college last week,” he said.

“I’m happy for you.”

“How about you?”

“I’m doing good. Alex and I are looking at new houses right now, trying to find something closer to the water.”

“Why don’t you just move in here? Dan left you the place.”

Neither of us said anything for a few minutes after that. Finally, I worked up the courage to ask the question that had been burning in the back of my mind. “Why did he leave me the cottage?” I asked.

“Hell if I know,” he replied. “Have you read the letter yet?”

“No.”

“Maybe you’ll find your answers there.”

Jake got up and walked back to his truck. “It’s getting late,” he said. “Laura’ll worry if I’m not home soon.”

I ran up to him and handed him the scrapbook. “You should have this,” I said.

Jake smiled and drove off into the night. I walked back to the bedroom of the cottage and lit one of Dan’s cigarettes. Although I don’t share his taste in alcohol, he managed to get me hooked on his favorite brand of cigarettes when I was a kid. I know it’s bad for me, but whenever I get stressed, this urge to smoke builds within my heart. I pray I don’t end up like Dan, slowly wasting away as my lungs rot from my addiction.

I pulled a white envelope from my breast pocket and did the thing that I had been dreading for so long: I read the letter Dan sent me.

Dear Jackson, it said, The doctors say I don’t have much time left. I’ve tried calling you, writing you, even asked Jacob to drag your ass back here so I can say this in person. Every time, you’ve ignored me. What kind of son refuses to see his dying father?

I shouldn’t be surprised, of course. This isn’t the first time you’ve turned your back on family. I haven’t seen you since Jan died. Even then, you didn’t have the balls to talk to me. You just left after we buried her, just like you did when you were a kid. I hope you like it, out there in that degenerate paradise you call home. I hope it’s worth saying goodbye to your own flesh and blood. That’s what killed Jan, you know. The stress of her baby running away from home before he could even drink. I remember her staying up at night, crying with worry. I hope you’re happy.

I’ll be seeing Jan soon. It’s actually a good thing, the fact that I’m dying. This life of mine, the endless monotony of a nursing home, it’s enough to drive a man mad. Bastards don’t even let me drink anymore. Of course, you probably think that’s a good thing. You used to bitch about my drinking on a daily basis. You even got the idea that I’m some kinda monster because I like the good stuff in Jan’s head.

Jake tells me you’re a writer. You know, I always wanted to be a writer. Guess you have more of me in you than either of us are willing to admit. No one ever wanted to publish any of my things, of course. Guess I didn’t fit their quotas like you do.

I’ve instructed my lawyer to give you this letter when I finally die. I hope you’ll get over your damn pride and actually read this letter. Maybe you’ll just throw it in the trash like every other letter I’ve written you. But, if you’re reading this, it means I’ve finally got a chance to talk to you. It means I can now tell you the words I’ve been waiting thirty years to say: you are, and always have been, a disappointment.

Children are supposed to honor their parents. You, with your endless debauchery, have dragged the name of my family through the mud. I lived in a small town, Jack. People talk. For years, I’ve had to deal with the insults they threw at me because of you. I’ve even had to deal with people theorizing that I’m like you. The thought of it makes me want to vomit. You disgust me, Jackson. Words cannot express how little love I have for you. I truly, from the bottom of my heart, hope you rot in hell.

Love, Dan

Every word of the letter burned. Every painful memory of life in the cottage rushed back like water spilling off a waterfall. I grabbed the half-empty beer can from the nightstand and poured it over the bed. I dropped my cigarette and watched as flames engulfed the bed. I tossed the letter into the fire and left the cottage for the final time.

It was small, that cottage on the hill. It burned beautifully.

#writing #short story

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wavbleu · 3 years

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Noen eubanks: Friends with a benefit

"I dont know if my mom will let me come over Noen." I say into my phone then plopping onto my cushioned bed, "Just ask, We known each other for years and she even lets me over for dinner, its worth a shot.","And if she says no ill just kidnap you and hold you for ransom."

You chuckle uncomfortably at the very dark joke . you bit your finger nails trying to plan out the conversation ahead of time, what to say, what to do and her likely responses.

I let out a deep sigh before i told him that i was gonna go tell my mom the crazy idea of having a sleepover with a boy, "Bye dork" He'd say before quickly hanging up. I sat my phone down on my dresser and took another long and very deep sigh.

One part of me was like "she will most definitely say no! Are you stupid!" but a very small portion of me was hopeful, i know you may be thinking "Its not that big of a deal" but it actually is, I've been wanting to spend more time with Noen ever since he moved states to go to school, this is the only time he's gonna be in state for the year, this is my only chance to have him in my arms again.

I stayed on my bed, looking up at the rotating ceiling fan, watching it continuously spin counterclockwise, trying to gather the courage to ask my strict catholic over protective mother if i could spend the night at a boys house.

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"Hey mom.." Id say walking into my moms very zen bedroom, candles lit and dream catchers hanging. She seemed to be finishing up a prayer.

She got up off her knees, dusting herself off then turned her attention towards me, I felt sick, my throat became lump, my palms grew sweaty and oily, i began fiddling with my fingers in an attempt to calm myself.

I was either gonna be rejected and beat with a wooden spoon or she would empathize and let me go.

Everything i had planned in my head went out the window, it felt like i forgot english.

"Uhh.." I say hesitantly, then muffled "can i go sleep over at Noens house?" My mom squinted her eyes trying to make out what i just said. "What did you say sweetie, stop mumbling."

I then repeated myself in a slightly higher tone "Can i sleepover at Noens house?" , "Sweetie your gonna have to speak up-" cutting her off, "Can i sleep over at NOENS house."

The room went dead silent, i felt like throwing up, instant regret formed on my face.

well great.

"Sure i dont see why not." She shrugged.

My eyes widened, i was dazed on how she agreed with no strings attached. or so i thought.

"You have to call me every 2 hours, and call me before you go to sleep. Don't sleep in the same bed, doors should remain open, no dirty music no scary movies, you must be a foot apart at all times. No drinking or smoking, no leaving his house"

My mouth hung open at the dumb rules she gave, "Mom, im literally 18 years old." ,"Why are you treating me like a child!", "Its fine you don't have to go." she says leaving the room, heading towards the kitchen, i followed behind her trying to convince her to let me go with less restrictions.

I quickly grabbed her arm making her look at me, I give her a small sob story for some empathy points. "Please mom this is the last time i get to see him for the rest of the year, i want to enjoy this." I bit my lip as the room went silent again, i cross my finger behind my back hopeful.

"Hm..." she sat and thought for a bit, my eyes filled with hope and optimism, "Please say yes" Repeated in my head like a broken tape recorder.

"no." She says opening the fridge nonchalantly.

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I pull up to Noen's house and grab my backpack from the backseat, "Remember the rules." My mom announced, i press my lips together to form a smile to show compliance .

I walked to his front door jittery and excited i was finally gonna see him again!... for the last time.

I turned around to see my mom still staring at me.

I knocked 3 times, then waited for the response, Noen's Mom answered the door and her face brightened when she saw me there waiting.

"Your mom actually said yes?, what a shocker." She chuckled, Ms.Eubanks is a teenager stuck in a mom's body, she understands everything I go through because she grew up the same way.

She kinda hated my mom, she always said she was no fun and very boring, but honestly can i argue? She doesn't let me go to any carnivals or theme parks because shes afraid that "Ill catch a demon." on one of the rides.

Ms.Eubanks stuck her head out to say hi to my mom, out of politeness, my mom honked her horn in response, then signaled her to come over, probably to inform her the crazy and controlling rules she set in place.

I walked into there house, its always so clean because Noen and his mom are extreme neat freaks, its so clean you could probably eat off the floor without having anything in your food.

Noen walked out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist, he look startled when he saw me, because he panicked and ran back into the bathroom.

I had sat my bag down besides the door and went inside his room, his room is neat and clean, and its the perfect balance of hot and cold, not too hot to a point where you cant wear a sweater without melting, or to cold making you shiver and throw 10 blankets on to achieve normal body temperature. It was right in the middle.

I laid down on his rather soft bed, beginning to zone out into the ceiling again.

He walked into the room clothed and was blushing lightly, "I didnt know you were gonna come so early.","I cant believe your mom even said yes." He said lying down at the rear end of the bed.

"She gave me so many restrictions." I sighed, realizing i already broke 2 of them.

"What are they?" sitting up onto his knees, i sat up with him.

"We are already breaking a rule." ," I cant be within 1 foot with you or be on the same bed as you." i say looking down, he took two fingers and pushed my chin back up "Its fun to break rules" He would give me cheesy grin.

You stared into each others eyes for few minutes, your cheeks fading into a pale pink. The sexual tension built up like bricks every second you gazed deep into each others eyes. His gaze moved down to your rosy pink lips, to your slim and slender neck, to your narrow shoulders to-

"God your mom is crazy." Noen's mom said opening the door, cutting the silence and the tension, we turned towards her and smiled awkwardly.

"No scary movies? What kinda rule is that." She murmured in complete disgust, "Anyways im going to go run a couple of errands and ill stop for wing-stop and snacks on the way, i didn't have time to prepare since you came earlier than suspected.","No funny business, the condoms are in my drawer" His mom would wink at him then shut the door.

"MOM!" he would say slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry for her" He runs his fingers through his hair, his breath quickening, he's so cute when he's embarrassed.

"I wish my mom was like yours." I spoke joylessly, "I don't even remember the last time my mom actually called me beautiful." I put my head down again trying to cover the wave of tears that was about to come through my eyeballs.

"Well i think your gorgeous" He said with a soft and friendly smile, hesitant, going in for a light and airy kiss, i was confused and uncomfortable at first but then the kiss began to feel passionate and meaningful. My heart would flutter as the kiss continued to become more compelling and heated.

He came in closer carressing my silky hair tugging it backwards, making my head jerk up in response. He went in slight tongue, our tongues danced to a non-existent song before he pulled away to plaster purplish marks down my neck.

His surprisingly strong grip went from my hair down to my soft stomach, to my hips, placing more soft purple marks all of my neck and chest.

The rules my mom set in place were threw out the window and shat on.

I pulled off my shorts sexually and seductively, leaving me in a black thong, he took a quick second to examine my body, which made him really hard.

I began to straddle my self onto him, rubbing my clothed clit over his hard boner, i let out a soft moan as my pussy became impatient and wet. He grabbed onto my full hips as we both moaned in harmony. He slapped my ass supportively then threw his head back in pleasure; before completely flipping us over.

Noens pov:

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She towered over me, a sexy stare like that is dangerous game to play, she slid off my shirt and placed love bites on my pale white skin, turning it blue.

I pushed her head down to my boner , that was desperately wanting to be pleased. She looked up at me with those innocent cute eyes and fluttery lashes.

"It hurts.." I complained playfully, then bit my lip as her hand pulled down my boxers, she seemed nervous, i didn't want to pressure her to do something she didn't want to do.

"Hey you don't have to do it if you don't want to." I empathize, "Its fine." She said with a gulp.

She pulled out my cock, beginning to slowly stroking it. She had to use two hands because one hand wouldn't fit around it.

i moaned in pleasure as she sucked on my sensitive tip, and stroked the rest my of my dick, Her mouth was to tiny to fit any more.

Every time she attempted to go deeper she would spit up more saliva and gag, tears formed in her eyes and her mascara was messed up and drippy.

She sucked, licked and flicked my dick, considering her being half a virgin shes really good at handling dick.

"sit on it." I erotically say before she took orders , sliding herself on me, she let out a long and soft moan.

She whimpered as she rode up and down onto my dick, "Your to- big" She would complain, "Shut up and take it." Id reply to her whiny self.

"Im gonna go faster, alright ?" I tell her, she nodded in agreement. i slapped her ass cheeks leaving a bright red hand print then gripped a large chunk.

I started pounding into tight pussy, making her cheeks clap in response, Her slutty screams filled the room, her big titties bounced on my face.

My dick went in-and-out of her at a very speedy pace, her pussy gripped so tightly around my dick which was beyond pleasurable. I let out rough and sexual moans as i felt myself come closer to my finishing point, "Im gonna cum!" She yelled repeatedly, "Say your a dirty little slut and ill let you finish." I tease, i watched her face go red from embarrassment.

"Say it." I say aggressively, slapping her ass cheek again.

"Im a dirty little slut." She whimpered.

"Fuck yea you are," I repeat over again before i bust deeply inside of her releasing all of my warm liquid into the slut, her legs began to tremble and shake as she hit her finishing point a little to hard.

"Shhh.. calm down." I say comforting her running my fingers through her hair, she let out little breaths and laid her self down on my chest, i kissed her forehead gently to let her know its all over.

"I love you." i quietly whisper into her hair as she she drifted off to sleep.

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A/n:

should i write more long chapters or stick to the short ones.. or should i do both?

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The Losers: Always and Forever

7 teenagers, of different high school backgrounds, would rather die than become a breakfast club 2.0

Words: 44,266

Warnings: Fat-shaming, name calling, Jerks

Chapter One: The Introduction

Monday, September 25, 8:10 a.m

Bill Denbrough tapped his pencil along the edge of the metal bleacher, admiring the sun and the clouds that accompanied it. A blue notebook laid in his lap, some pages blank, some with drawings in them, and some with random notes. He watched the wetness of the grassy football field reflect the rays of the September sun as students rolled in and filled the parking lot.

On days that were bearable, he sat on the football bleachers and drew what ever inspiration came to him. But today, there was no inspiration and the melodies of the birds just sounded like they were mocking him. He frustratingly closed his notebook and pushed it to the side all while sticking a pencil atop of his ear. He rested his chin on his hands, feeling the dig of his pointy elbows into his thin thighs. The day hadn’t even begun, yet he felt the tug downward of his eye lids.

Behind the closed curtains of his eye lids, Bill imagined a world where he had friends.

Where he was greeted through the halls, where someone would smile at him and just say ‘Hi’. But dreams rarely turned to reality, so Bill had to open his eyes and return to the living hell he called life. He had met someone, Eddie Kaspbrak, but they weren’t friends. More like acquaintances, sadly.

He took his pencil away from his ear and threw it. Sudden sadness and anger washed over him like a tsunami. Bill sat there and watched his classmates laugh with each other as the school day was in moments of beginning. He noticed a car, a car that seemed to always be there when he was there, parked far away from the others. The car’s headlights were still on, and from Bill’s angle he could see a boy, sitting still. Without context, Bill assumed the boy was having a breakdown alone. Bill chuckled a hoarse chuckle and thought-

Me too buddy.

Monday, September 25, 8:18 a.m

Richie Tozier was still asleep. Face down in a puddle of various colored blankets, his alarm continued beeping.

He hadn’t changed out of his clothes from last night, why bother, not like he has any other type of clothing.

His Ramones t-shirt hadn’t been washed in a while, the smell proving it, and his jeans had rips upon rips.

The beeping of his alarm clock never ceased and Richie grunted, extending his arm from under his head. His fingers barely touched the table and he gave up, a stream of soft-spoken profanities leaving his sinful mouth.

His floor was cluttered of random school work and dirty clothes. His legs slowly rounded the bed and dropped to the cold hardwood floor. His mind, still a groggy mess from a night before, felt like bombs dropping on an unsuspecting city. Richie looked ahead, at nothing in particular, and let out a groan. He got up, cracked his back, hands, and head as he headed towards his closet. He looked inside, smiling at the ‘variety’ he had. Picking a shirt from the clutter of blackness, he tossed it on his bed and proceeded to his bathroom.

His bathroom, a whole other mess, consisted of very few toiletries. A green toothbrush, Colgate, and a towel were usually all Richie used to freshen up in the morning. As he brushed his teeth, he looked in the mirror and noticed the redness of his eyes. He had forgotten to take his contacts out the night before and regretted it as he struggled to take them out.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” Richie swore as he plucked the dry contacts from his eyes. Motherfucker seemed the like the appropriate word to use as he dug the palms of his hands into his eyes. Leaning against the sink he felt the wetness collect in in his tear ducts. He managed to open his eyes, but all he could see was the blurriness of his silhouette. He blindly searched for his glasses, glasses he hadn’t worn in years, and chuckled when he found the slightly broken frames.

He put them on and squinted, prescription strong enough to give him ultra-seeing powers, if that were even possible. Richie walked back into his room and looked at his bed, a black t-shirt still crumbled in a heap. His eyes flew to his obnoxiously bright blue alarm clock, 20 minutes until he had to leave. He contemplated the thoughts in his head but stopped to plummet down on the bed.

5 more minutes.

Monday, September 25, 8:28 a.m

Beverly Marsh sat at her vanity, applying her red lipstick with precision. She hummed along to a song that crackled in the background. The breeze of the day trailed into her room, via her ajar window, and made goosebumps appear along her freckled covered arms and legs. Her blue eyes looked like cocktail ice under the blaring sun.

At least that’s what her father always said.

She stood up and went to her bed, sheets neatly folded and tucked into the metal frame. Grabbing her brown book bag, she threw it over her shoulder and went downstairs. Halfway down the stairs she stopped and came back up to turn off the record player that was snug in the corner of her room.

Making her way downstairs for the second time, a sudden dread washed over her heart. She only had to get through four classes, but those classes lasted a century and a day. Soon, when the school day ended, she’d be back to working at Ophelia's until close up and avoiding her drunk father’s wandering stare. She bounced off the steps of her worn down stairs, and walked into the small kitchen that didn’t hold a lot of food.

Opening the middle cabinet, she reached in. Standing on her tiptoes, her finger tips grazed the dusty carton box that contained her favorite cigarettes. Grabbing it on a jump she brought it down and placed two cigarettes in her book bag and another in her mouth. Placing it back in the cabinet she turned around, taking out a gold lighter with her initials on it.

Lighting the cigarette, she walked outside, and took notice of her father’s vanished car. Scoffing, she made her way down the street. There she waited for the bus, hip stuck out, and fingers tapping the smoke. As the bus strolled up, Beverly dropped the cigarette, stomped on it and found her way into the bus filled of ignorant, idiotic, and disgusting passengers.

Monday, September 25, 8:30 a.m

Ben Hanscom sat at the family table, picking at his waffles with his fork, as his family ate and conversed. Background noise from outside set a ‘Nuclear Family’ setting for Ben. He didn’t have a sister, or a brother, not even a dog. His parents thought he was enough.

“Benny, aren’t you going to eat?” Ben’s mom said as she stuffed a piece of her omelette in her mouth. Ben’s father was busy watching the morning news on his unusually big phone. Ben smiled at his mother, and put his fork down.

“Nah, I’m not really hungry, I’ll get something extra at lunch.” Ben shuffled out of his chair and gave his mother a kiss and his father a fist bump. He made his way upstairs to retrieve his backpack. His room was like any other room, besides the huge monitor screens that were around his computer.

Other than that, a completely normal room. His lights were off, but the room was illuminated by a green light due to his gaming keyboard he got as a Christmas present from last year. His backpack was hung on the back of his door but his textbooks were opened on his desk.

He grabbed them, making sure the homework was done and packed it away in his backpack. He closed his door, backpack hanging low on his form. He said goodbye to his parents and walked outside to his car. A jeep wrangler, previously belonging to his father. He got in, setting his backpack in the passenger seat and drove to school with the windows down.

Modern pop played on his speakers and Ben felt the hot air touch his face. Ben had lived farther away from the school, but traffic wasn’t that bad on specific days. Today had been a lucky day since very few cars were on the road. He felt the bass of the lower speakers by his feet vibrate through the car and it made him smile.

Today was gonna be a great day.

Monday, September 25, 8:45 a.m

Eddie Kaspbrak sat on his rolly chair, across from Phil, his goldfish. His mother was loading the laundry in the room below him, making quite the noise. Eddie had been up since the ass crack of dawn, studying for the quiz he had in chemistry. Although Eddie always got an A on every single assignment and quiz that was thrown at him, a little extra studying never hurt. Eddie’s lucky pencil twirled around his fidgeting fingers and his bottom lip started to hurt.

Eddie was always nervous. Because of this, he had to develop mechanisms to calm him down. Mechanisms that would drive his mother up the wall. Aggressive lip biting that left his bottom lip sore for days, fidgeting loudly that the neighbors could hear, and when the nerves became too much, excessive mumbling that made him want to throw himself at a brick wall.

His nightlight was still on, faint stars remained twinkling on the beige ceiling. Noticing this, Eddie felt himself reach a normal state of relaxed breathing. The nightlight was gifted to him by his mother, when he was six years old, and it’s been working ever since. Eddie had a lot of lucky amenities in his life, a pencil, a lamp, a shoe, his bed sheets, and maybe even his toothbrush. With all this luck charms you’d think Eddie would be lucky all the time.

But that’s not the case, no, Eddie didn’t have the best luck at all. He rubbed his right forearm, recalling memories of his nasty fall, a few months prior, that left him with a broken arm and a nice white cast. The way he fell was, well, stupid. He fell out of a tree. Eddie didn’t, couldn’t, remember why he, of all people, fell out of tree or the reason he was in a tree in the first place.

Eddie was brought of his thoughts by the a hard knock on his door.

“Eddie Bear, time for school!” Eddie rolled his eyes at the pet name he had been given ever since he was a child. He sadly said goodbye to Phil and grabbed his bag, proceeding his way out of the room. Eddie didn’t drive a car, hell, he probably won’t ever be able to as long as his mother was breathing. He also couldn’t ride the bus. The bus was filled of bacteria that would give you cancer. His mother’s words, exactly. So he only had one option left; walking. When Eddie approached the idea to his mother, she laughed, a wicked laugh and immediately scratched that option off.

So really, the only option he had left was having his mother take him. Though he was grateful for the ability of having a parent take you places, showing up to school, your senior year, in a 1990′s Volkswagen wasn’t exactly the best thing. Eddie despised the faded red the car was painted and the way the fabric of the seats itched his skin.

“Did you take your meds Eddie Bear?” His mother pulled out the driveway, carefully, and put the stick shift into drive. His mother drove cautiously, and with driving cautiously came driving slowly. Eddie nodded and let out a soft sigh as the long drive began.

Monday, September 25, 8:50 a.m

Mike Hanlon sat on the cold concrete floor, headphones in, and folder on his lap. He had early morning practice and just finished his daily morning shower when he forgot to do his chemistry homework. His eyes had gone wide under the water. He closed them in acceptance, acceptance that he was going to fail the chemistry quiz. But with small hope, he got out of the shower, dried himself off, put his school day clothes on, and began to last minute study.

He never dried off all the way and hated himself for it because it was fairly uncomfortable to have a cotton t-shirt stick to your skin. Mike had his playlist blasting, almost all noise was cut out as he focused on the confusing chemistry problem.

“Hanlon. HANLON!” Startled, Mike pulled the headphones out and looked at Chris, his friend, with bewilderment.

“What?” Mike asked the chuckling boy standing above him. Chris was just like Mike, a stocky build, calloused hands, and a toothy grin. Chris was like a brother to him, they had know each other since freshmen year, and it’s been a miracle they’ve kept in touch ever since.

“Ya know, if you need help, there’s a guy who tutors people for free. His name is Eddie Kaspernackle or something, I don’t really know, but he tutored me and got me from an F to a B in no time.” Chris smiled, putting his hands on his hips in a complete mom fashion.

“His name is Eddie Kaspbrak, and I don’t need help, I have my grades in control.” Mike smirked and out his headphones back in leaving a less than believing Chris standing there. After moments of no action, Chris walked away and Mike let out a guilty groan. He indeed need help, but he would never in a million years say he needed help on a homework assignment.

Not that Mike prided himself too much. But being a football player, a role model to his fellow classmates, made it almost impossible to do things with teamwork.

In Derry High, it’s every man for himself.

Ironic really, their school motto was ‘Teamwork makes the Dream Work’. Everyone knew it was a lie. Here at Derry High, everyone who was your friend, wasn’t your friend. Mike knew this, Mike had a lot of friends.

Monday, September 25, 9:02 a.m

Stanley Uris sat in his car, music playing softly, and a half empty cup of ice tea was snugged in the cupholder to his right. He had parked his car in the school parking lot almost an hour ago, something he regularly did, and watched the students, who seem to never notice him or his car, walk to their first class of the day. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, matching the drumming of the song, while random thoughts danced in his head.

Did I eat dinner last night?

Do I have work today?

When will you start playing piano again?

Loser.

Stan grumbled at his own self deprecating thoughts and turned off his car. Grabbing the notebook from his passenger seat, he got out the car, lanky legs out the door one by one. His knit sweater caught on the door handle and without hesitation San ripped it off. A small hole appeared but Stan didn’t care.

He rolled his eyes and slammed his door shut, following the line of kids that went into the hallways of Derry High. The temperature, drastic from the comfortableness of his car, made Stan scoff in annoyance. It was hot, almost humid in the hallways and he regretted wearing knit sweater. At least he looked nice,

not that anyone would comment.

He made his way to his locker, graffiti that lined the east wing lockers was sprawled all over. His combination was easy, 00 23 14, and he always opened it on a first try. Inside his locker it was bare. Much like everything else in his life, there wasn’t much decor or color. All but a sticker, a smiley face, left by the student the year before him.

Grabbing his geometry textbook, he flipped through the dusty pages, and began reading the homework assignment. He had forgotten to read it, again, but at the moment he had time before geometry started so he used it to his full advantage. Entering geomtry class, everyone huddled into their friend groups. Mrs. Cassie worked at her desk, surely last minute grading their previous test.

Ben Hanscom sat at the front of the room and watched a live stream of ‘Mario Kart 8′ being played. One headphone in his ear and the other held in his hand. Someone bumped into his desk and uttered an apology. Ben brushed it off and took his geometry text book it of his bag, preparing his desk for first period.

Stan’s hip bumped into a table and he muttered a sorry before finding his desk at the back of the class. Losing his place in the text book, Stan looked to see who’s desk he had bumped into. Ben Hanscom’s, a boy he had worked with once on a project. He looked down back at his textbook and started reading again.

Monday, September 25, 9:54 a.m

First period was a bore. For every student really, but especially for Bill. Learning about the Gold Rush was cool and all. But, having a teacher, who might as well be a 100 years old, lecturing the students in such an agonizingly slow speed made Bill want to jump out of the second story window to his right. No one was really paying attention, they either slept or sneakily typed away on the dimmed phone screens. Bill on the other hand, scribbled and doodled on the corners of his blue notebook.

The room he was currently in was the farthest classroom in D Hall. Meaning whenever the bell rang for dismal, he and other students would have to run to their classrooms which were basically on the other side of the school. Somehow, his history class was the only senior class in freshmen territory. Bill hated it, whenever he walked, ran, down the hallways he felt their prepubescent judgeful stares.

His ears caught wind of small giggles from the back of the room. He turned his head and found a girl, a girl with short red hair and red lips. She stared at her lap, at what Bill guessed was her phone. He didn’t know her name, probably never will, but to say he was intrigued was an understatement.

“Mrs. Marsh!” The teachers voice boomed, octaves lower than her usual lecturing voice. The girl looked up, startled, and braced her hands on the desk. Bill was taken aback. She was beautiful. Her hair was shorter than he had noticed before, and her eyes looked like glowing ice blue orbs. Her lips, colored red, emphasized her maturity and Bill suddenly forgot how to function.

The girl, Mrs. Marsh now, smiled a warm smile and fixed her posture, which previously before was sluggish. She now sat straight up, spine aligning like the eight planets. Bill watched, almost as in a trance as the teacher resumed her reading. Mrs. Marsh looked at the students who quickly went back to ‘paying’ attention before making eye contact with Bill. His breathe get caught in his throat and a warm feeling blossomed on his cheeks. He turned around, fingers slightly shaking as he quietly closed the notebook.

Beverly looked at the boy, with a tilted head and squinted eyes. She slouched back in her seat, arms crossed over each other as she continued staring at him, specifically his shaking fingers. Beverly had seen the boy hanging around on the bleachers occasionally. Bill. His name was Bill. she only remembered it because the teacher would call roll in the morning. A sudden shrill of a bell brought her out of her thoughts.

“C’mon Bev, we’re going to be late.” Beverly’s friend hauled her up by the arm, distracting her from Bill. She realized more than half of the classroom had left, those including Bill. She sighed and walked out of the class, arm in arm with her friend.

Monday, September 25, 10:26 a.m

Richie was sure to start a fire. The whole setting felt like a scene from ‘Riverdale’. A burning trashcan, a boy in all black, and cigarette buds lying on the ground. Definitely a ‘Riverdale’ vibe. Stan Uris stood farther away, reading from a small book.

After first period, there was a thirty minute window for high schoolers to do whatever the hell they wanted. This thirty minute time window would morph into lunh time, so basically this was every high schoolers favorite time of the day. Stan had always come to hang out behind the school, in solitary silence long before Richie Tozier had shown up

“So do you talk?” Richie flicked another piece of paper into the burning bin. The smoke was getting thicker, but Richie continued to throw his bad grades in. Stan ignored him and flipped to the next page of what seemed to be a ‘Moby Dick’ kind of novel.

“Cool, cool. Are you like a murder?” Richie at this point threw his whole folder into the trashcan. Stan paused and looked at Richie with a glare before resuming his reading. Richie put his hands up in a mock surrender

“All I’m saying, you show up every time I’m here, and you just stand there.” Richie put his hands up in a mock surrender before pointing to Stan’s casual lean against the brick wall. Stan rolled his eyes, for what seemed like the billionth time today.

“I’m not. A Murderer.” Stan closed his book and placed on his left hip. Richie clicked his tongue and chuckled.

“Hmm, sounds like something a murderer would say.” Richie clasped his hands behind his back and smirked at the annoyed boy. Before Stan could respond, a man, who strikingly resembled Charles Xavier rounded the brick wall.

“What do you two boys think you’re doing?” Richie chortled and waved. Stan’s eyes went wide at the sight of the assistant principal and felt the book drop out of his hands.

“Conversing.” Richie declared. The smoke had become darker in the span of barely a minute and gave him a coughing fit. Stan just looked at him with disgust as the principle crossed his arms firmly.

“I’m not with him.” Stan said, making Richie scoff in disbelieve.

“Well young sir, you obviously are. Both of you. Detention after school in Mrs. Knotts room. If I see another cloud of smoke reach over the top of the school building, both of you are suspended.” Before either of them could react he had walked off to make more innocent victims.

“Thanks.” Stan bent down to retrieve his book and gave Richie a few more glares before walking off.

“You’re welcome murderer.” Richie murmured as he toyed with the frays of his jean covered thigh. He looked at the cloud of smoke that dispersed in the sky and watched the flames die down. With a over-dramatic sigh Richie kicked the can for weird pleasure. Stuffing his hands in his back pockets he walked off.

Monday, September 25, 11:13 a.m

Mike stood in line, lunch tray filled to the brim with protein and questionable sides. Students filled the cafeteria with chatter and morning gossip. The lunch line always went out the door into the main hall, since Derry’s time schedule was a mess. They had all students of all grades have the same lunch, in order to have everyone participating in class and gaining the same amount of knowledge at the same time as everyone else.

Stupid idea really. Mike sighed as the usual annoyance of the students behind him began.

“What’s taking so long.” A girl behind him asked the friend next to her who just shrugged. Mike didn’t mind the wait. He was the only one who didn’t mind the wait.

“MOVE IT FAT-ASS!” A yell, few feet behind him, erupted from someone he knew. His football teammate, Angelo, who always had a stick up his ass. Mike turned around and looked at him with pure annoyance before looking back to the front to see a boy struggling with entering their id.

“Can this fat-fuck move any slower?” Mike started tapping his foot as Angelo kept referring to the boy with insulting names. He had enough when Angelo didn’t stop.

“Hey, Angelo, why don’t you shut the fuck up, huh?” Mike got out of the line, not caring that all eyes were on him. Angelo looked surprised at Mike’s burst of colorful words. Angelo laughed and stepped out of the line as well.

“You really defending the pig holding up the line, Hanlon?” Angelo was a few inches taller than Mike, but that didn’t stop Mike from standing chest to chest with him.

Ben heard the name calling and felt red all over. He had been used to it, but someday the name calling was worse than others. He was shocked to find Mike Hanlon, a football player, the most popular football player stand up to Angelo.

“Don’t call him a pig, if anything you’re the pig.” Beverly’s voice caught attention of the two boys who were ready to fight. Angelo rubbed his chin and smirked.

“What are you gonna do about it Bitch?” Beverly was taken aback by the remark. Mike didn’t hesitate to pop him in the mouth. Beverly scooted away from the growing fight and collided with a boy. He caught her by the waist, but immediately retracted his hands.

Ben blushed as Beverly smiled a thank you. Mike and Angelo were laying punches on each other and Ben hesitated to pull Mike away. When Mike began to get the upper hand, Ben with all his might broke the fight up by pulling Mike away. Angelo stood there, huffing with a busted lip and a bruising temple. Mike looked as if nothing had even touched him. His face was clean of any marks, but his fist looked like a crayon box. Blood and bruises were evident. Beverly, on a whim, went up to Angelo and smacked him.

Angelo clasped his face and let out a gurgled yell. Beverly had slapped him with her ring hand.

“That’s for calling me a bitch, you dick.” Beverly tried to walk away but Mr. Westenburg had been standing at the entry of the lunch line. He had a look of utter disappointment as he told Angelo to go to the nurse. Mike, Ben, and Mike stood there, afraid of the inevitable consequence.

“All of you Mrs. Knotts room after school. Failure to show up will be an immediate detention. You all engaged in the fight so you all deserve the consequences. I don’t want to hear any excuse.” Mr. Westenburg’s voice silenced any all conversations in the lunch room.

Mike sighed and rubbed the dried blood off his knuckles into the sides of his jeans. Beverly felt her lips feel chapped all of a sudden and Ben felt the guilt spread through out his body. Mike didn’t speak to either of them as he walked out of the lunch area and the cafeteria completely.

Eddie and Bill had watched it all go down. They sat in the middle of the cafeteria, lunch boxs opened and sandwhichs’ half eaten when the ruckus of a fight was heard. They watched Mike Hanlon, Football Varsity Captain, land punches on a boy who seemed larger in height.

Bill and Eddie sat together at lunch, but never really conversed. They’d help out Mrs. Knott with grading papers and any other work she needed some days, but other than that, they didn’t really consider each other as friends.

Eddie, confused, continued to watch the fight, the same as everyone else, and saw a boy pull Mike away. Bill didn’t seem intrigued in the fight and put his headphones in before continuing to eat. When the violence was thought to have ended, a girl had slapped someone which caused a loud yell. The slap was loud to bring Bill out from his own bubble. He saw Beverly withdraw her hand from what he assumed was a persons face. His eyebrow quirked up at the sudden form of action Beverly had took.

Principle Westenburg’s voice echoed and had a one-sided conversation Mike, Beverly and one unknown boy. After moments of awkward silence, Mike stepped out of the cafeteria line and walked, quickly down the middle of the cafeteria. He passed by Eddie and Bill.

Eddie caught glimpse of Mike’s bruised knuckles and desperately wanted to help but he decided against it. He wouldn’t have any way, Mike doesn’t even know him. He also doesn’t have the bit of confidence to do anything in the presence of someone like Mike, so he did whatever one else did and continued on with their lunch. Bill’s attention was brought back to Beverly but she had disappeared from eye sight. Eddie and Bill looked at each other and resumed their lunch.

Dawggggg, I finally wrote the fic. Whipppp. I’m fairly excited to see where this goes, if this goes anywhere, I kinda have it planned out and I hop I attract readers. If anyone is wondering what the endgames are for this fic, it’s gonna be.....I’ll tell you next fic lmaoooo. (Also this is more of an introduction to the characters rather than a full on story chapter, next chapter is really where the story begins.)

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