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hunbun03 · 1 year

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May I ask when the Jeff fic is gonna get finished?🥺

Ahh! It's finally done and hopefully not too late! ♡♡♡ I hope you enjoy my first fic of 2023!!

ℍ𝔸𝕋𝔼𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕁𝔼𝔽𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃𝔼ℝ ♡

warning: rough rough sex, BIG DEGRADATION STUFF, hair-pulling, it’s hate sex with a murderer sooooo, pain, fat-shaming??, you domming jeff???, use of feminine names and anatomy, unwanted cream pie, nipple biting and sucking, lot of biting, public kinda sex like you could get caught!, overall general nastiness, BARELY EDITED SMUT!

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: around 4k

ℚ𝕌𝕀ℂ𝕂 𝕃𝕀𝕃 𝔹𝕌𝕃𝕃𝔼𝕋 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋-

Jeff is a little shit- You know it. I know it.

Sooooo He teases the absolute fuck out of you! when you two aren’t fucking or at least making out: he won’t let you hear the end of it-

“You hate me huh?” “You don’t seem to hate me slut.”

People at the mansion would never guess that you two hook up most nights- since both of you are at each other throats insulting each other for everything under the sun.

Something about the insults, the yelling and the hard grip he had on you made you wet. Made you quiver, made you want this man that you hated.

You hated this man but couldn’t truly express that while you were clawing up the counter tops, him behind you rutting into your needy cunt hard.

you both needed this release.

You still hated each other.

Y’all just needed this just this once!!your bodies took ahold of you! This would be the last night of it.

until you two did it again

and again

fine- maybe you liked it more than what you wanted to admit.

♡♡♡

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠!! ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣:

It was early morning in the mansion, and the sun was barely poking its head over the old windowsills; It provided enough light for you to creep through the sleeping house, the only sound was the sharp creaks of the aged wooden floor. The nerves made you walk slower and they didn't truly settle until the pads of your feet touched the almost ice-like tile of the kitchen.

The kitchen was darker than the rest of the house, it was completely devoid of the warm peeks of the sunrise due to the thick curtains. You placed your hand flat on the wall and blindly felt around for seemingly a minute while you stared into the void that was the kitchen currently. Past a certain pattern of bumps: The tip of your finger thumped into the thick light switch, and in a flash, the odd staring contest with the darkness ended.

You beelined straight for the fridge which looked worse for wear. Slenderman doesn't make any unnecessary purchases, it still worked good so why buy a prettier one. Sure, it was tough to get it open but a hefty push from your sleep-riddled arms was just enough for this morning.

The buzzing lightbulb in the fridge made you press your eyes tight together and squeezed the remaining sleep out of them. Once again you were back in the dark, giving your eyes time to adjust from the soft light of the peeking sun and the sickly dim yellow lights above to the now almost heavenly fridge light.

Lucky for you, It only took a second.

And there it was: All of the food in the house currently. The cabinets were pretty bare aside from cleaning products and dishes that weren't either in the dishwasher or being used as makeshift tupper-ware. Standing there and soaking up that light that once blinded you. There were a couple of items your eyes were flicking between; A neat plastic container that held some sort of pasta, a tin foiled-wrapped paper plate mystery, and an unwrapped probably stale mash potatoes from a leftover tv dinner. Absolutely none of it looked particularly appetizing but the grumbling in your stomach didn't at all care, but before you could reach for one of your choices for breakfast your appetite dropped.

"Getting a nice tan, fat-ass?"

The hunger subsided but your stomach filled with the same feeling it always had when you heard that nails on a chalkboard voice of his. Of course, Jeff had to be the only one awake just to spite you when you think the whole house is asleep. You clenched your teeth tight until you felt a slight whirring in your jaw, hopefully, he would fuck off if you didn't respond but that only seemed to spur him on more.

"What are you now, deaf? C'mon toots you know how to say good morning the right way," Jeff's voice still had the sleepiness rasp to it. "Don't ya?"

Honestly, if it wasn't for him being so annoying you would find it quite sexy.

"What's the proper way to say good morning then?" Your voice was also raspy, it was the first thing you said this morning. Too bad that you wasted it on Jeff.

Jeff liked the raspiness more than he would admit, it reminded him of how you tend to scratch up your throat during your guy's screaming matches and how much worse it would get when you were screaming for a different reason. The very thought of a possible fuck made him want to start poking those few buttons he knew.

"Not fucking ignoring me for starters," Jeff smirked against the already scarred smile, making it stretch more. "And giving me a big smile babe."

Your eyes rolled before you even looked back at Jeff. He was leaning against the door frame, his black plaid pajama pants were hanging low on his thin build. The white tank of his was tighter than what you would think, all of it revealed his belly and revealed your favorite part personally: That thick happy trail of his which led to your second favorite part.

You flashed him the most fake smile you could muster, lips stretching against your teeth with how grand you were making it, "Uh-huh."

He couldn't help but smile back before biting his lower lip, Jeff's eyes were glued to your stretched lips. He leaned in closer to you, watching how your lips twitched against the strain "Uh-huh~"

Just as fast as you put that smile on, it dropped into your resting face aside from your lips which were in a slight frown. "Like calling me a fat-ass is such a better way, bleach boy."

It was now his turn for his eyes to roll, "Real mature Toots."

"Oh shove it up your ass Jeff."

Annoyance aside, he was genuinely letting his semi speak for him, and the way you insulted him almost made his semi not a semi anymore. Still, he needed another screaming match to fully get into the mood; deep down, he knew that you needed it too.

"A better way to say good morning to me toots is by sucking my cock."

Your face was stuck in disbelief, your eyes flicked up and down his whole being. You were dumbfounded but when you saw a noticeable bulge in his pajama pants you immediately knew why he was saying this. You let disgust run all over your body, the only thing you wanted in you right now was food and even that was iffy since your appetite was draining by the second while you were with him.

"Really Jeff? As if I'll put that thing in my mouth- won't even reach past my gums." You sneered, looking away from him and towards the empty cabinets, a smirk came across your face.

Jeff rolled his eyes, annoyed but turned on even more now. He came closer to you, now standing in front of you. Towering over you even though he wasn't the tallest guy in the house but here, compared to you he was. He was currently taking up your side view, It made your breath hitched slightly, and the excitement rumbled in a ball in your chest, you felt it every time you breathe.

"You weren't saying that last time doll, you know that." Jeff's sleepiness rasp to his voice was actually sending tingles down your spine, just the excitement of getting into not actually an argument but a bickerment was enough to get over the hatred you had for this man, and get into the pure lust you had instead.

"Who got overwhelmed by my size? screaming about how big it was huh?" Jeff was still teasing you and seemingly his craved smile stretched even wider when he caught your cheeks starting to redden.

He only wants to continue this. wanting to see how red your cheeks would get.

"I saw how your little tummy bulged out when I was absolutely balls deep in you, Doll." Jeff couldn't help but smile more. Now his actual smile was now mocking his carved one.

You couldn't stop the blood rushing to your cheeks causing them to mimick the color now. The redder they got the cockier Jeff got. His ego was inflating and he wouldn't stop until you were naked and squirming underneath him.

"Shut up Jeff. I swear." You murmured, barely able to get it out of your mouth. You swear that the heat from your cheeks was getting in the way of talking, Jeff picked up on this as well and it only pushed him to keep teasing you.

"Come on now can't defend yourself now? Come onnn call me stupid or something sweetface."

Before you could even get a word out he continued.

"See absolutely speechless because of me teasing you? Wow, would never thought that I would see the day that Y/N didn't have anything to say."

He looks proud of himself but a better word for it would be cocky, you thought. He kept going on about his small victory and soon his words snuffed the heat right out of your cheeks. You needed to shut him up somehow before his cockiness also snuffed out your lust. Thankfully, you had just the idea.

You pushed him into the wall, cutting him off in the midst of another boast. You looked up at him with a devilish smirk as you gently pulled up his white tank revealing his lean but toned body, and that happy trail as well. When the shock subsided he immediately got the hint, smirking down at you, while his eyes watched you carefully.

Your hand slid down his pajama pants feeling that same semi he had while you were insulting him. Now you could feel the effect that you always knew you had on him. You, almost at a painstaking pace started to rub his cock. as you started to kiss all over his chest. Sloppy wet kisses, leaving a trail of slight purple bruises as the blood rose to his snow-white skin.

He could only groan softly, keeping his voice hushed because y'all were next to the kitchen door: He couldn't let anyone see him like this, pinned up against the wall, shirt pushed up his chest and you teasing him. He couldn't be seen especially with you. His pride wouldn't possibly let the entire mansion or a single person know that he could stand for a second or even a quick fuck.

The kisses got meaner with time, now biting into his surprisingly soft skin which made it a lot harder for him to conceal his moans and groans.

"Fuck.. Doll." He whined which made you smile against his ribcage. The noise was delicious, and you didn't expect that you would get that from Jeff of all people.

A soft giggle left your lips and was muffled by the bruised flesh currently in your teeth. Your hand that rubbed his semi-to-a-full erection paused its movements as you got an idea that would be rather fun to execute and hopefully get another delicious whine from him.

Your lips left his ribcage and your teeth left their marks in the now red-purple love bruise. Your lips made a trail of now soft and sweet kisses up his chest. No one could tell that you hated this man with how soft you were being in this moment.

You paused when your mouth hovered over his right nipple. Your eyes flicked up to meet his and he looked mostly confused why you stopped kissing him. He liked it despite how rough you were. Little did he know what you had in mind.

"Doll- what are yo-"

You cut him off but wrapped your pretty lips around his nipple and gently sucked on it like he had done to you during past hookups. You ever so slightly let your tongue graze again the hardening pebble.

Pitiful groans came from Jeff's mouth, he was shocked that he could muster up these sounds.

With a wet plop, you stopped sucking, leaving Jeff to scramble to catch his breath and thoughts. When he looked like he had a smidge of it back, you had your two front teeth and bottom teeth around the now reddish pink bud, the color similar to your blush from earlier.

A groan that ended off with a high pitch whine when you started to roll the bud in between your teeth, wriggling your tongue on the top part.

"Fuuuck Duh-Duh... Doll."

That free hand of yours had a similar mind as it went up to his lone nipple gently flicking it and pinching it.

Jeff was a blushing mess, happy that your view was only on his chest cause he would have hated to see your reaction to him like this.

You didn't stop until his right nipple was bright red and slightly puffy.

Jeff reached for your face which had some drool pouring out of your mouth and onto his chest. He absolutely didn't care, pulling you up to his height by your face so he could roughly make out with you. His scarred skin rubbed against yours, tounges smashed together and so did moans. Accidentally bumping teeth when either of you got a little too excited.

You struggled some with the height difference and the way you felt like you were just held up by your neck, so during the make-out, you climbed him like the bean pole he was. He easily helped you: his hands grabbing massive greedy heaps of your thighs, squeezing it hard to start making his own marks on your body.

Drool seeped out from the corners of y'alls mouths.

Finally, he pulled away so your lungs could take gulps of air. He moved to your neck where your pulse was beating the strongest and started biting and sucking: His hands moved to one of his personal favorite body parts of yours: your ass. His hands which looked to be made for piano left imprints.

Your moans filled the kitchen now and weren't the least bit quiet: fuelling him to carry you to the old island in the middle of the kitchen and plopped your bruised ass on the yellowed marble counter.

His greedy mouth traveled down your chest leaving wide 'O' shaped burst blood vessels. You felt your body warming up, you couldn't see all too well, blinded by lust. All that mattered was taking this man in every way y'all saw fit.

Jeff ripped open your shirt, sloppily sucking on your breasts in any way they could fit in his mouth. he didn't care what part he just wanted to suck on them and also for them to be marked since you did one hell of a job on his chest.

"Jefff fuuuck~"

"Now you're moaning my name toots." He said his voice muffled by your marked flesh still halfway in his mouth. "Good." He huffed, his mouth now going lower.

He left a couple marks on your tummy, didn't want to spend too much time there but didn't want to leave it bare. He couldn't wait. He wanted to taste you. To swirl his tongue around in your insides. quite hastily he pulled your underwear down to around your ankles and threw your legs over his shoulders: making you lay your warm naked back against the cold marble which made your nipples hard and that caught his attention.

He flicked his eyes back up to your breasts, taking in the sight before he reached out and grabbed them roughly leaving the same hand-shaped imprints.

His eyes looked wild as ever. the pupil constricted into a pin-point like a parrot who just learned how to say "fuck". Those wild eyes traced your body from your tits down to your pussy, pretty and glistening from all the excitement and fun y'all had earlier. He reached down, gently taking his index finger and rubbing the slit of your cunt. From how he grabbed you earlier you weren't expecting this. How he so delicately touched you as if you were a brittle piece of bone, threatening to snap

You greedily tried to move your hips, trying to push yourself against his hand so you could feel more. The red flush on your face now was out of frustration since he In perfect timing moved his hand so you just missed his fingers by a hair.

"Nuh uh uh toots. Not yet." He said through gritted teeth as if he was straining to hold even himself back from completely devouring you. "I wanna hear something?"

"What Jeff? Whaaat" You whined, now sitting up half-assed.

"Beg."

"I am not-"

"Shut up Doll: You did it before."

"Im not doing it this ti-"

You were cut off by a long moan erupting from your mouth one of Jeff's long fingers slid up inside you, bottoming out easily. the beginning of his palm right against your clit. You were knocked back on your back, legs naturally spreading open for this man which pulled him in closer due to your panties still being around your ankles.

"Please Jeff."

Jeff stood above you, jaw unclenched as now he worked his hand shoving his ring finger in to join his middle one.

"That's all you had to say bitch.. GOD, you're so hot like this." He groaned, pulling back as he lowered himself to be in direct line of sight of your pussy. He moved his hand so his palm wasn't covering your now swollen clit, His natural smile was now ear to ear before he leaned over and started to suck lightly on your clit which sent your hips into wild motions so wild in fact that he had to reach up with his free hand and firmly press it against your belly to keep you still enough while he tasted you.

He worked his fingers into you hard but slow, thrusting into you as if he was fucking you with his cock, his tongue flicking around your clit. he changed his thrusts to the scissoring motion when he noticed you tightening up on him, your pussy throbbing wildly, your moans pleads, and whimpers all in his ears.

He moaned along with you, seemingly getting off to see you getting off. Strangely, you twos emotions were always tied together.

Maybe it was from all practice he had but he genuinely felt you were close, it must've been muscle memory.

His fingers worked rough, sloppily thrusting into you with no real timing or pacing. His tongue and mouth got sloppier and so did his hold on you which meant you could buck all you wanted. You squeezed tighter on his fingers genuinely feeling a big knot in your stomach, only tightening more and more with how more messy Jeff has gotten.

His mouth trailed off, his tongue joining his fingers in your hole while his other hand's fingers rubbed your clit, flicking it back and forth between his index and middle finger.

The muscles in your legs twitched and generally shake as if that would help you hold in the need to come undone under jeff's talented hands and mouth.

The knot only swelled and so did the upcoming scream in your throat. In time, you clasp your hand over your mouth muffling the guttural scream the best you can.

You came and came hard, juices gushing out of your hole and onto Jeff's fingers and waiting mouth. He looked up at you, your whole body flushed a rosy pink. Your mouth agape taking in greedy breaths, boobs bouncing slightly from your chest moving.

"Jesus toots almost drowned me." He grinned, at how annoyed you looked. He straightened up, his chin still dripping with your fluids, he stuck his fingers into your hanging mouth.

"Suck." He ordered, eyes lowering but the smile was still the same.

You closed your mouth around his fingers and gave it gentle sucks, savoring the taste of yourself much to the enjoyment of Jeff. his eyes sparkled when you kept sucking even when he tried to pull them out.

He pulled you by your hips closer to him, his pajama pants barely able to hang on. He barely pulled them down, just enough so that he could take out his cock.

"I know you been wanting this~"

"Shut up Jeff."

"What am I wrong toots?"

"Ye-" A loud moan interrupted you when he shoved himself into your needy cunt, gladly sucking in all of his length.

He joined your choir of moans as being in your tight pussy was enough for his knees almost to buckle. He was hunched over you, god he could swear to a priest that this pussy was the closest thing to heaven he has ever known. He gave only shallow thrusts which were enough for you both to shudder and whine. You from being overly sensitive and him from just edging himself.

"Fuck toots- god!"

He thrust into you hard one time and you both saw stars. Jeff was hunched over you like a lion eating its's meal, his hands found a way towards your hair and pulled it backward, making you stay in an arch position. He gave you more brutal thrusts, knocking every damn thought out of ya.

"Cant fucking think huh doll?" Jeff mocked you for the glazed-over look you had in your eyes. Your tongue hanging out like a puppy-dog.

"Fuck you." your tongue found it's way back into your mouth and hurled that at him.

"You're already doing that sweetheart~" He cooed looking down at your pretty face, which know had more of a glare on it then lust.

He kept the same deep pace with you, looking intently into your eyes.

"Fu-fuck you jeff! I hate you!"

Your pussy squeezed around him almost like it was milking him. His thrusts only grew rougher as his smile grew wider.

"hate me huh? Dont hate me enough not to fuck me~ God you're such a stupid little slut."

The way he was bottoming you out on repeat was making you stammer on your words. "Shut shut shut up-"

"Or else what bitch? Am I the only guy you fuck in the house or just the one that does it the best?'

His index and middle finger went to rub your clit. pressing harder down on it. You couldn't help but to buck your hips again. The knot in your belly finding the loose strings and tying itself up again.

"Jesus christ Jeffery- You're such a fucking asshole- Can't even- make me cum again." You said through gritted teeth, the way you had to suppress moans just to say that drove you insane. And deep down you knew that he was gonna make you cum again by how the knot was quickly tightening up.

"Oh? I can't, news to me bitch." He slow down but still trusted into you hard enough for you not to complain. His hand went off of your clit and onto your belly pressing down on it. He could feel his own cock going in and out.

His other hand loosens up on your hair, allowing you to move a little and you did, propping yourself up on your elbows, looking him right in his cocky face.

"fuck smiles-" You moaned and he laughed.

Your hand went and grabbed his hair pulling him to your lips. The smart way of shutting him up, can't brag if he's busy swirling tongues.

The kiss was hot and heavy and soon you both got sloppier. Jeff with his thrusts and tongue and you with your tongue.

your facades both fell apart and you two wildly fucked into each other. Not thinking about the rivalry, the other people living here, nothing at all but getting each other off.

The knot was unbearabley tight, your thighs twitching like mad around his waist, squeezing him a little tighter. Jeff pushed you flat on your back, now chest to chest with your tongues still locked together. Moans seeping out in between the little breaks in the kiss. You pulled away to fully let out a louder moan and you could feel jeff's hot breaths against your cheek. He smelled of you.

"Jeff... I'm gonna cum."

"Fuck me too."

Jeff got sloppier like how he did when he was fingering you. No rhythm or pacing to it, fucking into you rough. Whatever felt good to him he just did it. Rocking his hips into you at a brutal pace. He lifted himself off of your chest, his hands taking greedy handfuls of your thighs and squeezing hard, matching the brutal way he was fucking you. He was holding you as if you would run away but you did quite the opposite, fucking yourself back against him when he wasn't pulling you against his thrusts.

When you did have your eyes open, you caught glimpses of him staring at you with such an intensity it made your pussy throb. His jaw clenched, eyes crazy but scanning your whole body drinking the view in.

It felt like hours going on like this but a couple more thrusts made you cum, your body seized up, tightening your pussy around him before just gushing all over his pelvis, thoroughly soaking his pajama pants that were loosely hanging around his thighs. Seeing you being sent over the edge was what he needed to come undone, with one last thrust he filled you up to the brim, his legs shaking as he dumped every last drop into you.

He then slouched and laid on your chest, his face resting in the nook of your neck. You both lay there, breathing heavily but in sync. Somehow your hands found their way to his back, your finger drawing invisible circles on his shoulder blade.

When both of ya'lls breathing stopped resembling that of an asthmatic kid who just got done running the mile, Jeff picked his head up. A gentle smile against his carved one.

"i'll make us breakfast, toots."

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dreamescapeswriting · 9 months

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Stray Kids Reaction || You Get Kidnapped [Mafia Edition]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - September 2023

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TRIGGER WARNING: Violence against reader, mentions blood and kidnapping, mentions of controlling behaviour and toxic tendencies

CHAN:

The rival gang's first mistake was thinking that you weren't going to leave a trail for Chan to find you, leaving your hair here and there, even making your fingers bleed so you could leave your DNA behind. The rival gang's second mistake was underestimating Chan,

"He won't hurt us, he's gone soft ever since he got with her." One of them chuckled loudly as they both stared at you, their backs to the door which was their third mistake and you looked at them.

"Something to say, princess?" One of them asked as you tilted your head at him and smirked a little against the gag that was in your mouth.

"You looking awfully happy for someone-" The first kidnapper couldn't finish his sentence before his cold body hit the ground making the other one jump and reach for his gun.

"I wouldn't," Chan warned him, snapping his fingers as four different men rushed over to your side undid the bindings around your wrists and removed the gag. You stretched a little in the seat before sighing in relief,

"Thanks for that," You smiled standing up and rushing over to your husband, You knew that Chan would stop at nothing to get you back safe so you had no worries when the men had locked you up in some old warehouse.

"I found your clues baby, smart girl," He winks, kissing your cheek before he turns his attention back to the man in front of you who was now shaking like a leaf.

"I was just doing what I was told! He said you wouldn't hurt us," He was cowering as Chan looked at his men and nodded his head in silence. In seconds your kidnapper was bound and gagged the same way you had been and Chan smirked to himself.

"Let's go home,"

"We're just going to leave him here?" You quizzed, glancing at the man who was wriggling around on the seat,

"Let him die slowly," Chan nodded, wrapping his arm around your waist and walking you out of the building. In his eyes, anyone who even thought of hurting you deserved a slow and painful death.

MINHO:

From the moment Minho had seen the note on your pillowcase he'd stopped at nothing to find you, he'd stayed up for what must have been two nights in a row before his body finally forced him to get some rest.

"He shows at last!" Asher cried out when Minho walked into his office to see you sitting in the giant office chair waiting for him. Your face was busted up pretty badly and Minho's blood began to boil, he should have found you sooner he should have done more to get here quicker.

"It took you long enough, poor Yn here was beginning to think you forgot about her. Isn't that right, doll?" As Asher moved his hand toward you, you flinched causing Minho to pull out his gun and cock it back.

"Oft, he's playing the role of the big bad wolf." Asher chuckled snarkily before grabbing you by the back of your neck and standing you up, your legs shaking as you stared at Minho with pleading eyes.

"Do you want to say goodbye to your little girlfriend? Or shall I just kill her in front of you without a goodbye?" Asher tilted his head to the side and you refused to look at your husband anymore, just wanting for this to be over with.

"Six days she's been waiting to be rescued, she's probably begging to be put out of her misery," The gun Asher was holding cocked and placed at the back of your head but he forced your head up to look at Minho, tears rolled down your cheeks silently.

"Bubba..." He whispered at you and your heart jumped, you knew what the code word meant but you tried not to make it known as you looked away from him. The codeword meant that there was a chance of you getting out of this if you were fast enough, you'd trained for months with Minho and his men.

"She can't even look at you, what a shame." Asher laughed throwing you roughly against the desk, This was your chance you threw your arms back knocking the gun to the other side of the office before Minho shot a warning shot into Asher's shoulder. You scrambled away from him and hid behind your husband who wrapped one arm around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

"Do you want him tortured or killed right away?" He directed the question down at you but never looked away from Asher who was grunting while holding his shoulder.

"Kill him, he isn't worth our time or energy." You grumbled before the shot rang out. You clutched onto Minho the second you could and begged him never to let go of you again.

CHANGBIN:

"You're going to regret all of this," You spat out to the two men in your living room, your body felt as though it was aching everywhere and you weren't sure the pain was ever going to stop.

"And who's going to make us regret this? You?" They began laughing at one another before you smirked, spitting blood out onto the floor as you shook your head. It was clear that they had no idea who you were or whose house they were in and you sort of loved that for them,

"Changbin will be back any minute, I'm surprised you even go in actually. Usually, Zach does a much better job of manning the gates," You hissed a little as you shifted uncomfortably in the chair you were strapped to, your eyes glancing at the door as it opened to reveal Zach standing there.

"I normally do, but when my two friends wanted to come inside I couldn't say no." Your heart sank as you thought about your own guard being the cause of all your pain for the last three hours. How long was he just going to let them keep hitting you?

"Change of plans tonight," He told them as you stared at him, your eyes tearing up a little as you realised not only had he betrayed you but also everyone else inside the home.

"Changbin pulled up in the drive, you'll need to take her through the garage while I keep him distracted," Your eyes shot to the window and then at the two men who were now standing either side of you, hooking their arms around yours and dragging you toward the garage door.

"LET ME GO!" You screamed, kicking your feet around but they continued to walk you inside while Changbin stopped at the door to talk to Zach. This was your chance, you quickly threw your head into the side of one of the men before kneeing the other one in the groyne and making a run for the emergency alarm, as soon as it sounded you ran through the doorway.

"CHANGBIN! DON'T TRUST HIM!" You screamed out before a shot rang out, you stopped on the porch to see Zach on the floor, blood dripping from his forehead.

"You okay?" Changbin panicked seeing the state of you, his hands holding onto your face gently as you nodded your head,

"I am now you're home. There's two more in the garage." You snuggled into his chest as he rubbed your lower back, promising never to let anything happen to you again,

HYUNJIN:

"You know, this is kind of all your fault," Bailey told Hyunjin as he stared up at you, your heart thumping rapidly as you looked at your husband.

"If you hadn't been late to your little date, Yn here wouldn't have a bomb strapped to her chest," You licked your lips slowly as you tried to calm yourself down a little, your eyes finding Hyunjins as he tried to calculate a way out of this.

"You should never leave a lady waiting Hyunjin." Bailey was one of Hyunjin's oldest rivals, he'd been after Hyunjin's position in the mafia for a long time and this was his final way of trying to get it. He either took Hyunjin down or he died trying, even if it meant taking you with him.

"Let her go, she's not involved in any of this." Hyunjin pleaded, putting his gun down on the ground and showing that he was unarmed.

"Oh, but she is. Because if she's alive after I kill you, all your men obey her." You flinched a little as you felt Bailey grab your shoulder roughly,

"I had to think of a way you weren't going to be able to stop me, you don't have a bomb-disabling team so this felt like the best bet," Bailey finally let go of you before making his way down to Hyunjin and smirking,

"You had about 40 seconds for a goodbye," A beep sounded on your chest before Bailey ran from the building, and within a matter of seconds Hyunjin was beside you and looking at the clock.

"Hyunjin, go." You begged as he shook his head at you, picking up some scissors and looking at the colours. All of them were the colours that Bailey associated himself with except for one,

"I got this," He promised you, kissing your forehead

"Close your eyes, baby, I love you," He smiled weakly as you nodded at him,

"I love you too," You choked out, shutting your eyes as you waited for something, anything but nothing ever happened. You glanced down at the clock as it stopped moving,

"Take it off slowly and then we run," He told you as you carefully slid out of the chained-up bomb, running for the door just in case it went off. As soon as you were free you saw Bailey in cuffs, Hyunjin grabbed you and checked you over before looking at the cops and nodding for them to take him away.

JISUNG:

Your heart thumped rapidly as you looked up at Jisung, your hands clutching onto your stomach as he pressed down on it roughly. He was looking considerably pale now that you watched him,

"Jisung," You coughed out, a little blood falling from your mouth as he shook his head at you.

"No, don't. You need to save your strength," He told you as he looked around at the men in the room.

"GET A FUCKING AMBULANCE!" He barked out before you whined at him, there was already one on the way but he wasn't listening to anyone, not that you blamed him right now.

"Jisung, they know where your hideouts are, you need to go and protect everything," You knew you were dying, you could feel it with just how cold you were getting and how you could no longer feel the pain of your wound.

"I'm not leaving you." He sniffled a little as you reached your hand out to touch his cheek, blood smearing across his face but he didn't care.

"You have to." You whined out, looking over at some of his men who were already leaving to go and check on the hideouts that Jisung had spotted all over the city,

"No, I don't. No." He shook his head violently at you, there was no way he was just going to leave, not when you needed him the most. God, he was going to kill everyone that was involved in you being taken,

"Jisung, your men are going to die if you don't go."

"No...No! We still have so much to do, we have to make a family," He told you as he smiled, The two of you had been discussing having a baby for a while now and it was time he started putting his money where his mouth was.

"You need to make sure the boys take care of each other, and that they look after you." You reminded him as you licked your lips, trying to hold on for as long as you could.

"Stop saying goodbye!" He yelled out as the ambulance team walked in, they took over as they tried to patch you up,

"Don't say goodbye." He begged you as he tried to hold your hands but they were limp in his as you looked at him, gasping a little for air,

"Don't die on me, please don't die on me! Stay with me! Look at me...L-Look at me, I'm right here and you're going to be fine, oh god, please don't die on me...Please." He cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks as the paramedics shook their heads at him, his men dragging him away from you so that they could work on your wound.

[X]

"That beeping is annoying," You groaned, opening your eyes to see your husband in the chair beside your bed staring at you,

"It's better than you being dead though." He grumbled at you, leaning across and kissing the top of your head. The paramedics ended up being able to save you and after a four-hour-long surgery, you were on the mend properly from the stab wound.

"Did you catch them?" You asked him as he stared down at you.

"All dead. Except the one that stabbed you, figured I'd save him for you." He winks making you laugh before groaning at the pain.

"No laughing, got it." He chuckles before calling for the nurse to come in and check you over.

FELIX:

The second the double doors to the office burst open you knew who was there, you didn't need to be able to see for that. Ever since whoever took you, took you, they'd had you blindfolded with your hands bound behind your back. It was clear that they knew you knew how to fight since they didn't even give you a chance to fight back, choosing to sneak up when you were least expecting it and in a private car park.

"You're in trouble now," You sang out in a chipper mood before your chin was grabbed roughly and you felt the metal of a gun being pressed against your temple. It wasn't the first time your kidnappers had threatened you with a gun but you weren't going to show them fear, just like you hadn't done all day.

"We have your girl Felix! Now isn't the time to be playing games!" The man who was holding your face cried out and you fidgeted a little trying to get him to let go of you but he only tightened his grip making your jaw hurt more.

"Fucking let go of me," You hissed out, licking the man's hand and smirking as he grunted and pulled his hand away from you.

"She's a cocky little bitch, maybe we should just kill her." The man screamed out again,

"I wouldn't, I have men aiming guns at you from every inch of this place," Felix called out, watching you closely to make sure that you were okay. He'd been panicked all day going out of his mind trying to find you, Luckily for him, the men that took you hadn't been that good at covering their tracks.

"How about this?" The blindfold was suddenly ripped from your eyes and you blinked a little trying to get used to the sudden intake of light and your eyes instantly found Felix.

"Lix," You smiled warmly, looking at the man who took you and smirking a little. It was over for him.

"We let this one watch you bleed out before I slowly bleed her out too?" A knife was pulled from your kidnapper's pocket and Felix didn't even flinch, neither did you. Why did he think he could suddenly avoid all of the guns that were quite clearly aimed at him?

"Or..." He leant down toward you, the blade coming into contact with your skin as you let out a loud hiss,

"Don't touch her! Don't look at her, don't even BREATHE in her direction!" Felix screamed out before a shot rang out, The man dropped to the floor and Felix sprinted toward you, looking at your neck.

"He didn't cut deep... J- just a little cut," You hissed as Felix gently touched the small cut in your skin and you looked at him.

"You came for me." You breathed out in relief.

"Always." He whispered to you, kissing your forehead as his men worked around him to make sure the place was clear of anyone else.

SEUNGMIN:

As soon as Seungmin found you he'd been doing nothing but blame himself for everything that happened to you. Contemplating the what ifs and what could have been and it was torture to himself. He'd been on a rampage for days on end trying to find you until he finally tracked down the low-lives that thought they were ever going to be able to get away with what they'd tried to do. As soon as he came home to see you weren't waiting for him he knew there was something wrong, Then there were the phone calls demanding money and other things in exchange for you being brought back alive. All of which Seungmin was doing, whilst tracking them down until he found them in some dingy apartment in the rougher side of town. The sight of the place made him sick but what was worse was seeing you so visibly shaken up, you were terrified and it was enough for him to want to rip their heads off. Usually, he was on the calmer side of things but something snapped inside of him when he found out that you'd been taken and he was no longer the lenient man he was known to be.

"Boss, what shall we do with them?" Seungmin finally tore his eyes away from you and over at the two men who were now on their knees staring at you and Seungmin. The two of them were shaking and begging for their lives but no one was listening, not even when one of them wet themselves the second Seungmin burst through the door,

"Did they touch you?" Seungmin quizzed looking back at you as you looked up at him, it was obvious by the busted lip you were sporting that they'd hit you but it had only been once.

"When they took me," You mumbled a little, reaching out for Seungmin's hand desperate to feel his touch on you and for you to feel close to him once again. It had been four days trapped with the two idiots in front of you, no food and limited water and all you wanted was for your husband to hold onto you.

"Kill them. Slowly." Seugmin ordered, shrugging off his blazer before wrapping it around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him.

"Let's get you home," He whispered, wiping his thumb under your eye to get rid of the tears that were slowly escaping.

JEONGIN:

Jeongin was known for thinking rationally when it came to things in his world but the second you'd been taken it was like his rationality and humanity had gone out of the window someone had flicked a switch inside of him and he was going to stop at nothing in order to get you back. That was why there was a trail of bodies leading toward the men that had taken you, Jeongin was taking no apologies when it came to your safety, anyone that had been involved was a dead man - or woman - walking.

"You finally found us, it took you long enough." Jason cried out as you stared at Jeongin with tears in your eyes. Your arms were chained up while you were being held above the floor so your tip toes were just barely touching the floor and every inch of your body ached.

"What did you do to her?" Jeongin asked as he stepped closer to Jason, your eyes glancing at Jason's hands to see the gun he had waiting for your husband. For the last four days, you'd had to listen to him tell you how he was going to kill your husband, how he hated him and yet he hadn't taken the shot yet.

"Why?" Jason laughed obnoxiously and you stared at Jeongin, your throat too dry to get any kind of warning out that Jason was more dangerous than he seemed.

"So I know what to do to you when I get you back to my place," Jeongin growled out, there was a darkness in his eyes you'd never seen before and you weren't sure if it made you nervous or not.

"Well, we drugged her - of course, but that's what she gets for leaving her drink unattended." He laughed and you cringed a little remembering the day that he took you,

"Then we chained her up to the crane and just had some fun, no food and water will do a lot to a person." Jeongin refused to look at you right now, if he looked at you he would lose his concentration and right now he needed to keep Jason as distracted as he could.

"All of those people that choose to help you, they're all dead now." He announced casually smirking as Jason's eyes widened by a small fraction,

"No..." Jason would have heard long before now. He had people everywhere waiting for him, working for him, it was the plan to take over from Jeongin.

"Yes. A pile of bodies here and there and all because of you." Jeongin stared at Jason,

"You son of a bitch!" He screamed out, the gun turned toward you and you squeezed your eyes waiting for the impact but as the gun rang out you felt nothing,

"You're safe, I've got you," Jeongin called out as he lowered the crane, your arms falling around the back of his neck as you cried into his shoulder.

"I've got you, baby, shh." He cooed, soothing his hand over your back as he continued to cradle you in his arms, arranging a way for you to get home where he never had to let go of you.

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Shattered Glass

☾description: Miguel and you get into an argument which leads you to see a not so pretty side of him

☾a/n: currently for other stuff for him and i just wrote this quickly at night NOT EDITED

☾song inspiration: love in the dark by adele

☾warnings: knife, angst, mentions of blood and puke, kinda yandere

His reflection glanced back at you like raindrops falling down a transparent mirror. Everywhere you turned, his red eyes laid there, following you as you tried to escape his harsh gaze.

Upon the shatter glass, laid the crumble flowers of mother earth, and what appeared to be her salty tears mourning the once’s gifted life. A pink tag ripped in half held two cursive names, one from and the other one to - both sharing a last name by choice, it was never by chance.

“Don’t you see I’m trying Y/n?!” His words ran across the once quiet room, scurrying towards the tippy top of the room searching for space in the already cramped atmosphere of tension.

“No.” You began once more, “No, Miguel - I don’t see, I don’t hear, and I mostly certainly to not feel like you are trying to change!”

“Vieja mendiga me estás cayendo tan mal!” Miguel gritted his teeth as he looked up from the celling then back to you. “That’s because you are too caught in your own selfishness, that you can’t lend a second of your precious time to witness anything other than yourself!” He pointed at you screaming again.

The clock had grown tired of hearing the same words being repeated, that its eyes only rolled back and forth in annoyance. Time had no place in this moment, and even if it did, what’s to stop you both from going all night?

It had been a simple disagreement at first. Miguel desperately yearned to have a child as soon as possible, while you wanted to wait a little longer for the violent, recurring missions to settle down. He wanted one now. You wanted to wait. The rest was history, which caused serval other topics to sprout from that one misplaced weed.

“Oh really?” You placed your hands on your hip, as you leaned forward. Your eyebrows shot up shocked at the words being thrown at you. “Says the man who’s never home!”

Miguel scoffs at your comment, crossing his arms and looking away from your furious gaze. “How do you want to raise this child Miguel?! Hm? Together, or do you just want me to play both roles as you go live in your office for the rest of our child’s li-”

“Enough!” He bellowed as both of his hands gripped his head. His palms covering his ears, in a desperate attempt to sound you out.

“No! No me voy a callar!” You stomped your foot down, shattering more glass, allowing your determined eyes to haunt every angle of your husband’s eyesight.

A silence began to sew its way into the air, making it appear as if all the wounds created were now stitched up to perfection.

Slowly you walked over the glass, and reached out to touch Miguel’s shoulder. A deep sigh escaped you in your tired state, even with this heavy burden of being a superhero, nothing could be harder than staying angry at someone who could die tomorrow.

“Miguel I’m sorry-“ Before you could finish, a blunt force pushed you to the wall, causing the chattery clock to fall down to your feet. It’s arrows spiraled down to the floor as it took one last bow.

“I said enough.” He whispered as his hand grabbed your jaw in place. A look of terror washed over you in gigantic amounts. His claws tug into your bruised cheek, leaving trickles of red to issue out of your veins, in a lagoon filled of bloody roses. So soft, so smooth, so very horrid, yet it blended in with his soul. The eyes always reflect back what’s in the soul.

You froze underneath his touch. A touch you once craved for warmth became the one that caused you whimper from the coldness brushing against your open wounds. Your husband, your Miguel, was now doing something he vowed never to do, and you just hung there - frozen as the memories of all the times he blemished you with his love brushed against your bruised heart in heavy blows.

It was not until you felt heavier in his arms that Miguel realized just what he had done. Quickly he removed his hands from your neck and took serval steps back. The scene in front of him made his stomach turn in so much disgust, he ran towards the apartment window to puke.

You groggy stood up as you held the wall behind you for support. The broken pieces were pushed away with your foot as you grabbed a knife from the kitchen. You didn’t want to hurt him, but he left you no choice - it was either be killed or let him suffer with a knife in the back.

Slowly, you take a peek inside the living room, only to find Miguel already slouched across the window wiping his mouth as tears flood his view. You began to walk back, but without being aware of your surroundings you accidentally crushed a piece of the clock, alerting Miguel to your presence.

“Amor?” He called out unsure if he heard you, or if his senses miss interpreted the noises inside his mind. You quickly hid behind a wall holding the knife towards you. You lowered your mask, allowing the blood to stain its once clean texture.

“Mi vida was that you?” He called out once again, “Please come out. I’m sorry.” With those words, your fear soon transformed into anger - boiling, hot hatred fueled by anger. The audacity he has to try and patch up the damage he has done with meaningless words!

“Lárgate Miguel,” you responded back, still hidden behind the wall. “Lárgate de mi vida!” You yelled out more determined than before.

“What?” He asked softly, still not being able to believe what he was hearing.

“You heard me Miguel.” Your voice surprising didn’t crack as you gripped the knife tighter.

His footsteps became louder as he made his way towards you, without hesitation you climbed to the corner of the celling in a defensive pose.

“Mi vida-“ He turned around believing you were still hiding behind the wall. “Where are you cariño?” Miguel spun around trying to see if you were in the kitchen.

“Ya no te quiero ver Miguel, por favor vete!” You wanted to cry, beg him to leave so you could continue on life without him, but Miguel never could listen. He was too stubborn to open his ears, this was also a component that was added to the argument.

“No amor por favor no digas eso por favor!” He began to beg to the hallway, unsure of where you were. “Perdóname, perdóname mi vida. No puedes dejarme solo, no puedo vivir sin ti amor. No puedo respirar, no puedo comer, no puedo dormir sin tener tu amor conmigo en mi corazón.” Miguel pleaded to the air as our - your tiny apartment echoed back his cries.

“Please Miguel, for me, for us…please leave, I can’t love you anymore.” Tear fled down your face, irritating your cuts, but it was minor compared to the pain in your chest.

Without another word, Miguel turned around to face the corner your currently were being held from.

“I knew you were there princesa,” You look at him in horror as he merely smirks back in fondness. “Pero no quiera decir nada because I didn’t want to scare you. But if you don’t love me anymore, I guess you leave me no choice then.” His movements were swift and precise. Your mask was ripped off of your face leaving your blood shot eyes matching his sinister red ones.

You were a fool to think a silly kitchen knife would protect you against the monstrosity of a husband. Miguel plucked it out of your hands, and before you could escape his grasp a familiar feeling hit you. His teeth tug into you, and before you could kick him off a feeling of numbness overtook your body.

The feeling of defeat never felt better seeing as he won nothing but false hope and life filled with grief. It didn’t matter in the end on how it ended, you will have the last laugh - it was canon.

I need to stop writing sad stuff…welp anywho I tried

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rikibsf · 10 months

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23. blabbermouth

smau, 2nd person pov, + smau!

danielle and taki hungout the day, and so did you and riki. danielle and taki went to the pier like they did last time they hungout, which was months ago.. the day taki had a milkshake and farted the entire way back to the bus. after that they headed back to the city, walked around, talked a little bit.

danielle was the kind of friend who loved taking candid pictures. she was the person who influenced taki into doing the same, which is why he took that cute candid photo of her, haerin, kyujin, and haewon the first time they all hungout together after a long time.

but she also just loved taking photos of her friends when they looked good. and as much as she’d hate to admit this out loud, taki had good style.

“go pose over there, i’ll take some photos of you,” she said. taki didn’t even hesitate and did exactly as she said, laughing as he stood by the wall she gestured him towards. he knew she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“is this your way of saying i have a good outfit on right now?” he teases and she rolls her eyes.

“your outfit will only look good after i edit these photos,” she jokes and he rolls his eyes too. as she snapped photos of him, they bickered back and forth. in their 4th gen idol best friend group, there were 3 pairs of friends who constantly bicker, no matter the situation. riki and kyujin were one pair, jungwon and haewon were a new addition, and danielle and taki were the third, but unlike riki and kyujin… their squabbling never lasts too long. haerin was the only civil one of the group, unless you include how she bickers with any of the other enhypen members.

as those two were taking photos, you and riki were walking through the city with ice cream in your hands. it was late at night and those lampposts lit up your face. riki just couldn’t stop staring. he’s called you pretty, cute, and adorable straight to your face before but somehow got flustered every time you caught him staring at you.

after you both finished your ice cream, you threw it away and continued walking. you were babbling to riki about some homework assignment you had due soon, and he was trying his best to listen but got distracted by his own thoughts for a second. he noticed how your hands shivered from the cold and contemplated on reaching for your hand.

he really wanted to just hold your hand. riki had never been in a relationship before so he had no idea what his love language was, but he realized it was physical touch after the day you hugged him and kissed his cheek…. and because of how badly he wanted to hold your hand in his.

fuck it, he thought. as you continued ranting, he reached for your hand and held it tight, placing it in his pocket. you stopped your rant for a second, smile to yourself before clearing your throat and continuing. riki felt a sense of relief when he felt you give his hand a gentle squeeze. you finished chattering and walked slowly in comfortable silence with him, resting your head on his arm, which made riki’s face burn.

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whynotshaveme · 2 months

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Saturday Night At Bob's Barbershop

By whynotshaveme

Mary Greenwood and her wife Anna arrived at Bob's Barbershop around closing time. Mary is a stern woman in her early 50s with close-cropped black hair. Anna is much younger with long blonde hair flowing down her back. She flinched as her wife grabbed a number. She, however, sat down next her submissively as they waited to be called.

Bob, the owner of Bob's Barbershop, was the only barber present. Curious, once he finished up with what he'd thought was his last customer for the night, he called the two women over. Mary stood up first. Anna hesitated, but one stern glance from her wife got her to her feet and over to Bob's chair.

"Sit down," said Mary.

Then she told Bob that her wife needed a short haircut. Bob wrapped his hairs around Anna's blonde hair and held it away from her as he capped her. He rarely got to touch hair other than his own wife's, so he savored the feel of it in his hands. From how healthy it felt, Anna was clearly a natural blonde.

"Okay," said Bob, "how short? Like yours?"

"No, shave it all off. This is a punishment. She's been flaunting it around town," said Mary.

"Please Mary..." said Anna softly.

Knowing that his may be his only chance to have a beautiful woman in his chair, he decided to assist, even if he normally preferred a willing customer. Especially if he could get a lovely souvenir from the experience. He pulled Anna's hair into a ponytail with a spare rubber band that he happened to have lying around. With his best clippers, he sliced it off. Anna's hair fell loose in rough bob. She, however, didn't have that bob for long because he put one hand on her neck as he ran the clippers over her scalp. A former military barber, he decided to give her the full new recruit experience. Within ten minutes, she sported a perfect grade zero buzzcut. He took a moment to brush her off and then asked Mary if she was good with the finished product.

Mary rubbed her hand against Anna's shorn scalp as Anna shut her eyes, tears running down her face. "Can you make her smooth? She will be spending the rest of the night between my legs apologizing. I don't want to feel stubble."

Bob smiled. "Of course, ma'am."

He wrapped a hot towel around Anna's head. She watched nervously, towel around her head, as he sharpened his best straight razor on a leather strap. Once he got it to a good edge, he removed the towel and spread hot lather over her scalp. With an expert's stead head, he shaved her head smooth. He took two passes just for his own pleasure. When he finished the second, he rubbed her head clean and then used a bit of aftershave, which made her wince.

At Mary's request, she took a photo of his hand over Anna's bald head. Then she paid his fee. As they settled things at the cash register, Anna swept up her own fallen hair, looking distraught. Once the bill was settled, Mary left the shop, with her bald, submissive wife following suit.

Bob took a moment to shut his blinds and flip the sign to closed, and then, with Anna's ponytail in his hands, started to pleasure himself.

(To my Ko-Fi friends, this month's story should be sent out tomorrow or Friday. In honor of April 15th (American Tax Day), it's going to be entitled "Paying The Taxman". For everyone else, The Barber On Main Street is on my Amazon Kindle store: The Barber On Main Street - Kindle edition by From Tumblr, whynotshaveme. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.)

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and what if i really thought some miracle would see us through?

universe: nico hischier (though he doesn't appear in this part) x clementine sandoval x hughes brothers

warnings: cancer, grief, sadness, spoilers to first part (linked below), not proofread

title: "ronan" by taylor swift

word count: 1k

author's note: uhhh surprise?? reached 50 followers today (which, by the way, thank you SO much you're all so wonderful) and had a burst of inspiration and wanted to get out of my writer's block. tried something a bit different and put my journalism degree to use. if you haven't read the first edition of this au yet, please do!! hope you enjoy and lmk what you think!

Hockey Fights Cancer: Hughes Brothers Edition

From The Athletic

L - R: Miguel Sandoval with baby Quinn Hughes, 1999, Miguel with Clementine Sandoval, Jack Hughes and Luke Hughes, 2005, Jack Hughes with his mother Ellen Weinberg-Hughes and Maeve Sandoval, 2019, Clementine, Quinn, Jack and Luke, 2020. All photos courtesy of Clementine Sandoval

*****

Family values have always been ingrained in the Hughes family.

With Quinn, Jack and Luke drafted in the top 10 during their respective draft years, they’ve always acknowledged that it takes a village to get where they are. Talent is the obvious driver, but it’s also about the support to elevate that talent.

But it hasn't necessarily always been family with the Hughes surname that has influenced them. According to Jack, there’s another surname that “should be added onto the back of my jersey.”

The Sandovals consist of Maeve Sandoval nee Brennan, Miguel Sandoval and Clementine Sandoval. Miguel died in 2015 from pancreatic cancer, and he is who all Hughes brothers are playing for as teams across the league celebrates Hockey Fights Cancer nights starting this week.

“Growing up three streets over from the Sandovals in Toronto was such a prominent childhood memory,” Quinn said. “Every memory I have from that time has them in it.”

Ellen Weinberg-Hughes, the Hughes brothers’ mother, and Maeve played collegiate soccer together at the University of New Hampshire. Maeve met Miguel at UNH, Ellen met Jim Hughes post-grad and the four of them became a unit.

“I still remember meeting Maeve when she was a junior and I was a freshman,” Ellen says. “So outgoing and so skilled. She may have been the first upperclassman to make me feel really welcome.”

Though both couples would have lives that took them to separate places — Ellen and Jim to Florida and New Hampshire and Maeve and Miguel to Massachusetts — they would eventually all meet back in Toronto.

Clementine was the first child born in 1997, followed by Quinn two years later, then Jack and then Luke. As the only girl in the mix, she naturally fell into the older sister role.

“I always forget that I don’t technically have any siblings,” Clementine said. “But these days, whenever people ask, I just say I have three younger brothers. Because it’s true.”

Clementine is currently a second-year resident at New York University Langone Health, focusing on a combined emergency room and pediatric residency. After spending her undergrad and medical school years in California, when she was notified of her placement in March 2023, Jack and Luke immediately asked her to move in with them in Hoboken.

“It was a no brainer,” Jack said. “After being in different states for so long, it felt like it was meant to be. Who gets the chance to live with one of their best friends?”

When Miguel was going through treatment, Clementine had just finished her junior year of high school. Quinn was 15, Jack was 13 and Luke was 11. He died days after Quinn verbally committed to the University of Michigan.

“I was young, but I still remember how positive Miguel was when he must’ve been in so much pain,” Luke said. “He always had a smile on his face and made it to every game of ours he could. I got a hattrick in the last game of mine he came to. I’ll never forget that.”

Miguel couldn’t skate for his life, according to Jim. But that didn’t matter. If he wasn’t at his daughter’s soccer games, he was going to the rink to watch the boys.

“Miguel was known to be vocal in the stands,” Jim said. “Any bad call and he was immediately on his feet. I know he’s upstairs watching every Canucks and Devils game as passionate as ever.”

Last season, Jack and Luke revealed to Amanda Smith, the New Jersey Devils Team Reporter the reason why they chose 43 and 86. April 3 was Miguel’s birthday, and Miguel always said that Jack’s “bright and bold” personality was as loud as both of his brothers combined.

“I often think about how [Miguel] never got to see us play in the NHL or for our country,” Quinn said. “Which is so unfair in so many ways, because he always believed in us and was such a loud cheerleader. There are days when I just get sad and I wish he was still here, but then I give Maeve or Clem a call and then it’s usually okay.”

Jack said that Clementine has always been the bright spot amongst the emptiness left by Miguel’s death.

“It puts things into perspective, the way Clee has lived her life beautifully and the way she thinks so positively,” Jack said. “I’ve always seen her as an older sister, but she’s also just one of the best people in the world. Miguel’s energy lives through her.”

“Having Clemmy in our life has been such a blessing,” Luke added. “She’s taught me so much and always looked out for me. I know the three of us try our best to look after her as well.”

Luke still remembers one specific moment during his draft — Clementine and Maeve made it to all three boys’ big days. The morning of, Clementine pulled him aside and gave him an envelope. Immediately, Luke knew what was inside. Quinn and Jack had gotten theirs during their drafts.

A letter addressed to Luke from Miguel. Written two months before he died.

“Dad gave those letters to me to give to them and was very specific about his instructions,” Clementine added. “‘Honey, pull them aside on their draft day, and just give it to them without any context. Only for their own eyes to read.’ I remember being like, how do you know they’re gonna get drafted? And he was like, ‘I just know.’”

All three of them still have their respective letters. Ellen and Jim have theirs as well — Maeve gave them theirs on Quinn’s draft day. Letters were a Miguel staple, according to Clementine. She herself got one when she graduated college and probably will get one when she gets married.

“I can’t imagine the amount of courage and strength that took him,” Quinn said. “Knowing that he wasn’t going to be there for such big moments and writing something anyways. I carry mine with me on every road trip.”

Next week, when the Devils host their Hockey Fights Cancer Night during their home game against the Canucks, the Hughes brothers will be playing for Miguel. Clementine, Ellen and Jim will be in the stands while Maeve — an elementary school teacher — will be watching from Boston.

“We’ll for sure be thinking of him that night, but whenever we step onto the ice, 43 or 86 on our back, we always think of him,” Jack said. “I hope we’re making him proud.”

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foxy-eva · 2 years

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Nevada Desert Boy

Summary: Spencer and his girlfriend find the best way to warm up after enjoying the first snow in the backyard of their new house

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff, Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) heavy kissing, teasing, nipple play, thigh grinding, oral (male receiving), unprotected penetrative sex

Author’s note: This is a rewritten/edited version of the first fic I wrote for Criminal Minds. I am much happier with it now and I hope you enjoy it too!

Word count: 3k

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A couple of weeks ago after a long day of working on your computer at home, Spencer noticed you shivering slightly. He took your cold fingers in his hands and kissed each one of them to share his warmth with you. It took him thirty minutes to completely warm you up again with his body pressed against yours on the couch.

After that he knew that it was finally time to turn up the heat in the house the two of you had moved in together last summer. You wanted to delay that for as long as possible, to keep the heating period short and do your fair share of saving the environment. But after the temperature dropped significantly and you started to get uncomfortable in your own home, you stopped protesting his decision.

You still managed to convince him to keep the radiator in your bedroom turned off, making a very good point explaining to him how you would always prefer the heat his body provided anyway.

That’s why Spencer knew that no matter how cold this winter would get, it was his job to keep you warm at night. When his body noticed the absence of your skin against his this morning, he didn’t even have to fully wake up to reach out his hand searching for you. All of his drowsiness suddenly left him when he didn’t find you on your side of the bed.

It wasn’t like you to wake up before him on a Sunday which is why he hurried out of bed to run downstairs looking for you, his concern growing when you didn’t respond to him calling your name. His heart-rate only got down to a tolerable frequency when he spotted you through the glass door that connected your living room to the backyard. A bright smile spread across his face when he realized what you were doing.

It had been snowing all night and every surface outside was covered in a thick white layer. You wore your warmest coat and half of your face was covered by a knitted scarf. Spencer found you standing in the backyard of the place you called home, building a ridiculously large snowman to surprise him. You only caught him staring at you when you heard him opening the door.

“What are you doing? It’s not even 8am!“ he asked, already knowing the answer.

You had just lifted the third and last ball of snow on top of two larger ones.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter when you snickered, “I wanted him to look like you!”

“I am pretty sure that I am not that curvy,“ he stated before going back inside and closing the door behind him.

You stared at the glass door for a second, watching his outlines until he was out of sight. You knew Spencer wasn’t a fan of outside activities before having his morning coffee but you were still disappointed that he apparently didn’t like your surprise. You still tried to finish what you started as you gave the frozen sculpture a few touch-ups, evening out the surface with your hands.

After a moment you heard the door opening again, followed by the cracking sound of footsteps on the powdery snow. Spencer had put on shoes and a coat to join you and examine your work. When he lifted his hand, you noticed him holding his favorite purple scarf.

He wrapped it around the lower half of the snowman’s head, chuckling, “Now there is at least some resemblance to me.“

He pulled you into his arms, kissed your forehead and thanked you for the surprise. When you fully leaned against him, he started to stumble backwards, unable to find balance on the uneven surface of fresh snow. You broke out in laughter when the both of you clumsily fell over, the soft powder underneath your boyfriend’s backside cushioning the impact of your fall.

Spencer joined you in your laughter before asking if you were okay. His arms were still wrapped around you as you lay on top of him in the snow. Leaning towards his face, you gently kissed his lips. One of his hands wandered from your back to your cheek, keeping you in place as he deepened your connection. He seemed to relish the sensation of having you this close, his eagerness making you smile into the kiss.

It seemed like denying him your usual Sunday morning cuddles in bed made him desperate for your touch. When your tongue brushed over his, a content hum escaped his throat and you couldn’t hold back a desperate sigh. Your cheeks felt as if they were glowing, not from the cold winter air but from the heat that was spreading through your body.

Shifting your legs so you were straddling him, your hips started to timidly grind against Spencer’s body. When his hands began to wander over your back in familiar patterns, you got annoyed about all the layers you were wearing. You wanted to be able to feel so much more of him, so you tossed your scarf to the side and reached between your bodies to unbutton your coat. Spencer immediately grabbed your hands to stop you.

“What are you doing?“, he whispered as you felt his hot breath on your face.

“I need to feel you, Spencer“, you whined, trying to get rid of the grip of his hands to continue your plan.

“I will not let you get undressed in this weather. Let’s go inside, I am freezing.“

He tried to sit up with you still on top of him. You protested and pushed him back onto the ground, leaving kisses along his cheek and his jawline until you found that one spot on his neck that always made him give into your advances. Caressing his sensitive skin with your mouth and tongue, you felt the vibrations of his throat against your lips when a moan finally left him.

Moving closer to his ear you whispered, “Don’t you think that making love in the snow sounds really romantic?“

Your voice was hoarse, if from being aroused or staying in the cold for too long Spencer couldn’t tell. He moved his hands to your cheeks, shifting underneath you so you could look in each other’s eyes.

“Yes it does sound romantic but frostbites do not and strenuous physical activities in low temperatures are actually a risk factor for getting those“, he told you.

“I made it through countless freezing cold winters, I am immune to that“, you pointed out.

“There is no such thing as being immune to getting frostbites. Besides, even if you were, I am not and I am sure you don’t want to put me at risk?“

He tried to sit up again and this time you let him, moving with him as you got up from the ground.

“My Nevada Desert Boy. Not being able to stand a chance against me when it comes to winter activities only makes you so much more endearing to me“, you cooed right before pressing a chaste kiss on his mouth, feeling him smile against your lips at the new nickname you just gave him.

WIth his fingers intertwined with yours you led him into the house, kicking off your shoes as you stepped over the threshold. Closing the door behind you, Spencer didn’t hesitate to help you shed the layers of clothing you wore. He couldn’t endure another minute of not being able to feel your skin against his. After spending the morning in the snow, you were also longing for the heat Spencer’s body usually provided.

Not daring to separate your lips from his, you impatiently tugged on his clothes until the two of you were covered in nothing but your underwear. Still standing in the middle of your living room, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against him. He appreciated the gesture, deepening the kiss while his hands found their home on your back.

His fingertips wandered over the sensitive skin along your spine, making you shiver in anticipation for more. A low moan escaped your throat, having Spencer immediately push his hips firmly against your lower belly. You could feel the outline of his hardening length through the fabric of his underwear, making you whimper against his lips some more.

It took all of your willpower not to fall down to your knees to take him into your mouth and not to stop until you tasted his release on your tongue. However, you knew that your boyfriend disliked any feeling of hurriedness when it came to being intimate, so you decided to let him take the lead.

Something you also knew about Spencer was that the more you allowed him to notice how desperate you were, the more pleasure he got from teasing you. But you never were as patient as him in these kinds of moments, squeezing your own thighs together to have at least the slightest amount of pressure where you were longing for his touch the most. You felt the lacy material of your panties getting damp as your own arousal started to gather at your entrance.

Spencer walked the both of you over to the couch where he gently pushed you down, never letting his mouth disconnect from yours. At this point you would have done anything for him, your body and mind compliant and obedient to his actions. He reached around your body to unclasp your bra and rid you of the fabric.

That was when he stopped kissing you for the first time since entering the house. He was still standing beside the couch, leaning over you as his eyes roamed over your body. The amount of wonder he had in his look when you were bare in front of him never failed to amaze you, it was as if he hadn’t known every inch of your body for years now. You were studying his face, noticing a smirk when he glanced over your chest.

“Are you still cold?“, he purred, hinting at the hardened peaks of your breasts.

“Only one way to find out“, you whispered, wrapping your arms around his body to pull him down on top of you.

Your skin was flushed and hot when Spencer positioned himself above you, making sure not to fully put his weight down on you. He didn’t mind that you weren’t actually cold, he wanted to share his heat with you anyway. Your hands found their way into his unruly curls, still damp from your activities in the snow earlier.

He started to kiss your lips again before moving to your cheek until he put his hand on your jaw to tilt your head to the side. He took your earlobe between his teeth, caressing the soft skin with his tongue. You couldn’t hide how much he affected you, moaning out his name while tugging on his hair timidly. He kissed your neck, sucking on your skin, biting it and leaving marks on his path down your body.

You felt his hot breath on you, noticing how it got heavier with every second passing, a telltale sign that it wouldn’t be long now until he would finally grant you the touches you so desperately anticipated. Taking one of your breasts in his hand, Spencer kneaded it softly while brushing his thumb over your hardened peak. The other one he took in his mouth, sucking and biting gently on it to elicit the sweet sounds of your undoing.

Spencer started to feel intoxicated by your reactions, eager to guide you into the sensation of pure bliss. He continued caressing you, switching sides every now and then to give both of your breasts the same amount of attention. Those sensations sent waves of pleasure directly into your core and you couldn’t help but start to squirm underneath him.

Pushing your hips against his body in hopes of finding some kind of friction, you could feel how hard he was. The thought of soon feeling him deep inside made you moan. Spencer began to wonder if he could manage to push you over the edge like that but when your hand in his hair started pulling with more force every second passing, he finally pitied you enough to give you some sort of relief.

He shifted his position, pushing one of his legs between yours to press his thigh against your waiting heat. You eagerly accepted his offer, rolling your hips and grinding against him to create the much needed friction. Spencer instantly noticed that the crotch of your panties was already soaked with your arousal. As you moved against his thigh, he could feel you leaving a wet spot on his skin.

He focussed his attention back to your chest to continue what he was doing. Looking up at you, he noticed how you closed your eyes and pushed your head back into cushions. Your lips were parted to let out the beautiful sounds of your pleasure. When you quickened the pace of your hips rocking against his thigh, Spencer knew that you were close to your breaking point.

He pushed his leg harder against you until you finally fell over the edge. The tension in your stomach was released as you came undone underneath him. When your body started to relax again, you felt Spencer leaving tender kissing on your breasts before he found his way back to your face to place his lips against yours. You reciprocated the kiss hesitantly as you were still trying to catch your breath after what just happened.

He pulled back to lock eyes with you and grant you some air, whispering, “You okay?“

Instead of answering him, you put your hands on his shoulders, moving him away from you and following with your own body until both of you were in a sitting position. You slid off the couch onto the floor, kneeling in front of Spencer’s legs and noticing the glistening spot on his thigh where you had spread your essence while grinding against him.

Looking up at him, a smile spread across your face as you appreciated every inch of him in sight. His strong legs, the little belly he had recently gotten, the trail of hair underneath his navel, his heaving chest and that beautiful face, staring down at you with adoration.

“See anything you like?“, he teased.

“Yes, but not everything I need to see“, you answered while glancing over his underwear.

His erection was straining almost painfully against the confinement of the fabric. You hooked your fingers under the waistband, pulling the material down his legs to finally free him. Still kneeling on the floor, you positioned yourself between his legs, taking his hardness into your hand. You gave him a few strokes, your thumb gliding over his already leaking tip.

Feeling your hot breath against his delicate skin made Spencer whimper in anticipation. You smiled and kissed the tip before licking along the underside of his hardness. Spencer leaned back into the couch, moaning at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his shaft. When you closed your mouth around him, sinking down a few inches, he dared to look at you.

He almost felt bad about how much he liked the sight of you down on your knees with his cock in your mouth, staring up at him doe-eyed. That enjoyment didn’t come from a desire to degrade you, no, it was quite the opposite. He glorified you with every fiber of his being, still struggling to believe that someone like you would want him.

You moved your head up and down his length slowly, feeling your boyfriend tense beneath you. Before he could get too close to the edge, you stopped your actions, having Spencer whine in protest.

You got up from the floor, pulled down your panties and moved back onto the couch to straddle his lap. You put one hand on his shoulder and the other between your bodies to line his length up against your entrance. Locking eyes with him, you were looking for a sign of approval. When he smiled at you and kissed you, you finally sank down on him slowly.

While you were still relishing the sensation of him stretching your walls, Spencer put his hands on your hips and began to help you move. Tentatively you rolled your hips until your body was used to the sensation of being filled out. With practiced movements you let him glide over the most sensitive part inside you until you felt the tension building up again. Spencer began to move with you, pushing up into you while his fingertips were buried into the soft flesh of your hips.

When you leaned back slightly to change the angle, one of his hands moved between your bodies to press his thumb against the bud of your core. With tight circles he helped you reach your climax, having you pant against his face as the sweetest moan fell from your lips. When he felt your walls clench around him, Spencer couldn’t hold back any longer. He found his own release as he halted his motions at your deepest point and shared his warmth with you.

You fell limp against his chest and buried your face in the crook of his neck. Spencer wrapped his arms around you to hold you tightly and kiss your forehead. You were still trying to even out your breath when Spencer started to let his fingertips wander over your back.

When he turned his head in the direction of your backyard, he noticed that it had started snowing again. Looking at the snowman you had built earlier made his heart swell. That frozen sculpture, although not resembling him at all, was a reminder of your love for him.

“Hey I was thinking… maybe we should get back outside and build that snowman a girlfriend“, Spencer suggested.

The thought made you smile but you weren’t eager to leave the comfort of the heat your boyfriend’s body provided.

He noticed your hesitancy and added, “I promise to warm you up again if you get cold.“

You agreed to his proposal then, already knowing that you certainly would be freezing when you were done, even if it was just pretend.

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sweatervest-obsessed · 10 months

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Kiss in the Kitchen, Like it's a Dance Floor

Pairing: Steve Harrington x gn!reader

WC: 1.7k (exactly, which is wild)

TW: Teasing, kissing, pg-13 make out, sexual innuendos, mentions of sex and orgasms, this is literally just the foreplay before kitchen sex without the actual must part, mentions of previous trauma, mention of blood, kitchen weaponry,

A/N: I just wanted to write some fluff, also Eddie survived because he is a plot device, no matter how small, and I need him to be alive for this. I really tried to keep it as ambiguous descriptions of the reader as possible, if something needs to be edited, lemme know and I'll 100% change it since I really want this to be actually gender neutral!

You loved to cook. It was one of your favorite things on the planet. You were one of those people that just tossed things into a bowl, and managed to make a perfect four course meal, including dessert. Which is why you adored your kitchen so much. Steve had let you take the head on designing the kitchen, since you were going to be in there more than him. Steve could cook, in fact, when Steve cooked, it was quite the welcome surprise for you. He had to learn since no one was home to make him dinner, or even teach him. To Steve, cooking was not enjoyable, it was survival only. But for you? It was an art form, it was a way of showing your love.

You and Steve had gotten lucky–as lucky as two people who survived the apocalypse, lost the tail end of their childhoods, fought monsters beyond their wildest nightmares, and have the scars and trauma to prove it all, can be. After the earth split, swallowing most of Hawkins whole, a lot of people fled the area, desperately trying to sell their homes. Once Vecna had been defeated, You and Steve took complete advantage of it, and bought a small ranch-like house about fifteen minutes outside of Hawkins. It was only one story, but it came with over three acres of land. You were able to get it even cheaper, saying that you would be doing all of the renovations yourself, saving the previous owners a lot of money in the process.

Truly, it was the definition of a fixer upper, barely inhabitable.

There was a lot of work that needed to be done, so when Steve was away at work, you would fix the hinges on doors, figure out the electrical wiring for the plugs in the kitchen, reupholster furniture. And while you were away at classes, or at work, Steve would build your bed, or paint the walls, or have Eddie or Jonathan help him install new windows. But you both loved unpacking your things together, because it meant that the space was becoming your own. Slowly but surely, the house was coming together.

The kitchen was the second thing you two had finished, the bedroom being the first (obviously). The final touch were the cabinets. They were the absolutely perfect color, with a glass front to see the minimal dishes you and Steve actually owned, but they brought the room together perfectly. There were pictures of you both attached to the front of the fridge with magnets. There were a couple of small pots on the windowsill over the kitchen sink, holding a couple of herbs like basil and cilantro and mint. It was just perfect.

It was early in the morning, way earlier than you usually woke up, but you wanted to get a head start on breakfast, letting Steve wake up to some food before you both started painting the living room area today.

After the night you had last night, you felt like Steve deserved to be spoiled. Especially since he completely spoiled you last night. Repeatedly. Repeatedly.

As you slowly slipped out of bed, Steve groaned. His arms reached out to your side of the bed, confused as to why you weren’t there, but you quickly nudged your pillow into his arms. It seemed to do the trick as you slowly crept out of the room, your door closing with a soft click. As you walked towards the kitchen, you opened every single curtain, and every single window in the living room/dining room area, letting the cool, late summer, morning breeze sweep through the house, as you slowly padded into the kitchen.

The first thing you and Steve had purchased was a cassette player. It sat proudly on the kitchen bar, music playing all the time, whenever you were home. So naturally, at 6 am, you had it playing softly, while you quietly shuffled around, looking for the one skillet you did have.

Two weeks ago, you and Steve had a date night at the movies. Just like everyone else, you had gone to see Dirty Dancing, and you had found yourself obsessed with the soundtrack. After an intense bribing session involving a cake, a bottle of vodka, and three advanced promises of skipping a night class to go and watch Corroded Coffin at their shows, Eddie was willing/managed to set aside one of the copies for you. You had kissed him on the cheek making him turn bright red and Steve turn bright green. It was a miracle the tape wasn’t worn through since you haven’t stopped listening to it.

Love is Strange by Mickey and Slvia was softly playing in the background, and instead of singing it, aware of your sleeping boyfriend, you were only humming it.

You let out a little “aha!” when you found the skillet, crouching down and grabbing it from the cabinet. You both were still figuring out which things were going where, so it was a bit of a guessing game when it came to finding things in the kitchen. When you stood up, you twirled it in your hand, singing a little bit, adding in a dance. You gave it a little swing, hitting a home run across the room. As you twirled around, pan in air, your eyes went from playful to absolute terror. Steve was behind you. Luckily his reflexes were still working, despite the sleep coming off of him, because he ducked quickly while you let out a gasp.

The last thing Steve Harrington needed was another concussion.

“Oh my god Steve I’m so—“

“Didn’t know I was dating Babe Ruth.” He mumbled, joking, standing completely up again, yawning in the middle of his stance. His arms went over head as the sweats he was wearing sank a little bit lower on his hips. You should’ve eyed him up and down right then and there. You should’ve made a cheeky comment about the hickies you had left on his hips last night. But instead, you panicked.

“Are you okay?” You dropped the skillet on the counter, immediately placing your hands on his cheeks, tilting his head around, attempting to locate any sort of imperfection you just added to your boyfriend's skin. It was getting more and more difficult to breathe. All you could think about was how many people had hurt him, and now suddenly your name was lumped in with theirs.

“Babe.”

Your eyes were frantic, repeatedly scanning his face, his head, his hair.

“Baby—hey.” He took your hands from his face and brought them to his lips. “I would be knocked out on the floor if you managed to get me. I forgot how good of a swing you have….” His usual humor to calm you down going right over your head. He knew you heard him, but something wasn’t getting through.

Your eyes squeezed shut, trying not to let past memories fill your mind. Steve knocked out on the floor, bruised. His face bloodied. Blood from his stomach across Lover’s Lake. Neck red and irritated. Bandages turned a deep red. Vines tightening around his skin.

“Hey.” Steve kissed your hands again. “Where’d you go?”

Your eyes opened and scanned over his face, quickly dashing from his eyes towards his neck, and then at his stomach, but back to his eyes.

“Ah.” He whispered, placing your hands around his neck as he pulled you into a hug. He always managed to ground you, it felt like a sick joke sometimes. Steve being your person was one of the best things to happen to you, but watching him get beaten up over and over again was difficult. It took a toll on you too. Everytime, he would chance fate a little more than before, and some day the luck was going to run out, and you didn’t want to even entertain the idea of a next time.

Steve ran his hand along your back, smiling slightly at your choice of music, completely unsurprised. He had woken up as soon as the door clicked shut, not really understanding why you had been replaced by a pillow. Watching as you danced around the kitchen was a vision for him, and him only. So when you almost gave him another concussion, he felt kind of bad for sneaking up on you.

“Why are you awake?” You asked after a minute or two of silence, enjoying the comfort of one another, basking in the morning glow of the sun shining through the windows.

“You abandoned me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You mumbled into his chest. Feeling slightly better, you teased him a bit. “Could you ever forgive me?”

Steve pondered for a moment, twisting his face into faux consideration before smiling. “I think a good morning kiss would be an acceptable apology.”

“Okay Lover Boy,” You laughed softly, pressing your lips to his, enjoying the feeling. It was a tender kiss, filled with love. Steve deepened the kiss slightly, but you had other things in mind, like making breakfast for the both of you.

You bit his lip and tugged on it slightly before breaking off the kiss, not afraid to tease back. “I wanted to make you breakfast.” Providing the final piece of your explanation, moving to turn and grab the potential murder weapon off of the counter again.

But Steve wasn’t ready to let you move out of his arms quite yet. He groaned and pulled your back against his bare chest. Because Steve slept in a pair of sweatpants, and that was about it, he always made your morning views quite stunning–his freckles and moles were constellations across his skin, his summer tan bringing out more of them.

He swayed back and forth with you, kissing your neck. “What did I do to deserve you?” He whispered into your neck. “Only wearing my shirt and shit, making me breakfast.”

His hands slid downwards, thumbing with the edge of his crewneck, fingers brushing your bare skin.

“Steve….” You hummed.

“What baby.” He moved slowly, kissing your shoulders next, stretching out the neck of the crewneck you were wearing.

Your breath hitched as he slid one of his hands downward, toying with the edge of your underwear. His other hand slid up, warm fingers gliding over your chest, your brain getting more and more fuzzy by the second.

“I-I was—fuck Steve.” You mumbled, rolling your hips into his, craving more contact than he was giving. “I wanted to-to-to.” You let out a soft moan while Steve continues to tease you, love on you. “To cook and s-surprise y–”

“Oh sweetheart.” He kissed the tender spot on your neck, causing you to moan again, this time louder, breathier—needier. “You can cook for me later, I already know what I’m having for breakfast.”

#x reader #Steve Harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #x gn reader #x gn y/n

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sku11s1asher · 1 year

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cedric diggory x male reader

FEM DNI (or you’ll be blocked)

this was a one night stand thing so the reader doesn’t really show much emotion during their time w/ him. also, im very mad i had to rewrite almost everything because tumblr kept deleting it.

3/24/23 edit : WHY DIDNT NO ONE TELL ME THAT IT WASNT POSTED FULLY ?!?!!

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You and your friend R/N were getting ready for a party. You might’ve been taking too long as your friend was currently rushing you, “Please Y/N! You don’t have to take all day to get ready for a party that’s going to last like two hours.” You rolled your eyes at them, “Look, I don’t know about you but tonight is my night. I need to have some stress relief.” You heard a sigh before your friend plopped back on your bed.

Once you finally finished getting ready, you looked in the mirror, “I don’t know, this outfit-” “Oh my fucking god.” Your friend dragged you, they do not want to deal with your indecisiveness. You both left the dorm and headed to your car, “Since I decided to invite you to this party and stuff, I should be able to use the aux!” Your friend smugly said. “Right… if that’s so, have fun walking to the party.”

As soon as you and your friend got out of the car, you both got hit with a strong smell of alcohol. “Who’s party is this?” You asked them to which they shrugged their shoulders and replied, “I don’t know, I just heard about it.” You rolled your eyes, “What if we get killed here?” Your friend gave you a side hug, “At least we’d die together.”

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Shortly after that, your friend left with some person. After dancing for a bit you decided to grab a drink, unknown to you that someone was following you. You took a sip of your water and turned around to someone in your face. “Hey, pretty boy,” He smiled at you. You let out a small laugh, “Hi, handsome.”

“You had some good moves back there, you should show me a little more.” He smirked. You smiled, “What’s your name?” “Cedric.” “Well Cedric, I’d love to show you some more moves.” You said as you grabbed his hand. He said a quick ‘follow me’ and took you to a room. As soon as the door closed and locked it, he took off his shirt and sat on the bed patting his lap.

“You sure are eager.” You said to him as you took off your shirt, “Why wouldn’t I? Who wouldn’t love a personal dance from someone as beautiful as you?” Cedric replied. You sat on his lap and kissed his neck, you could tell he easily gets aroused since all you did was give him a small kiss.

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After some making out, grinding, and all that good stuff, you both decided you couldn’t wait any longer. He took off both of y’all’s pants, once he got yours off he started giving you small kisses here and there. “Did you prepare yourself at all before this?” He asked. “Yeah, I was hoping for something like this to happen.” He let out a slight laugh, “God, you are more of a slut than I am.”

He had your head shoved into a pillow as he was shoving his cock inside of you, “You feel so nice inside.” He whispered into your ear. Once he was fully in, he didn’t waste any time before he started pounding into you. You might’ve had a lot of other one-night stands but, this was one of the best so far. Your moans were muffled, but even if they weren’t, the party would’ve been too loud to hear them anyways. “You are taking me so well, princess-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence before cutting himself off with a groan.

He pulled out for a quick second to flip you over, “Damn- I’m getting close-“ he moaned out. You really couldn’t comprehend what he was saying as you were in cloud nine but, what you did know was you were about to cum. He took your cock into his hand to jack you off, soon after you came, he did too. After a couple minutes he slowly pulled out, throwing the condom into the trash next to the bed.

He calmed himself down before giving your chest a pat, “That was nice, maybe we could do it another time.” That was the last you heard from him as he got up and left. Once you were able to get your brain right, you threw on your clothes and grabbed your friend before they could go in a room with someone else.

“Is it time to go?” They asked. “Yeah, it’s getting late and I’m tired, plus I just had some amazing sex.” On the way back to your dorm, you and your lovely friend talked about what y’all did at the party, laughing at each other. You both were total sluts but, it’s okay.

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thanks for the request, i’ve never watched Harry Potter, so sorry if i made any mistakes.

@weepingsandwichenemy

#harry potter #mxm #gay #male reader #midshot #oneshot #request #smut #this is so gay #bottom reader #requested #cedric diggory #Cedric diggory x male reader #idk #took me long enough #one night stand

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aceofstars16 · 3 months

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Oh look, another Gravity Falls fic! I started this one a while ago but finally got around to finishing and editing it! Title is from the song "It's Alright" by Mother Mother

And hey it actually kind of fits Week 4 of @forduary cause it is older Ford *jazz hands*

You can read on AO3 but I will put the fic under the cut here as well!

Summary: Weirdmageddon is over, everything should be fine, right? But Mabel and Ford find themselves confronted with feelings they'd rather forget, and find comfort from each other. (Aka, Mabel has nightmares and Ford is there to comfort her because we love fluff and Mabel and Ford bonding)

It was late. Ford wasn’t exactly sure what time it was, but the kids had gone to bed hours ago, and he had sent Stan off to get some sleep, what? An hour, two hours ago? Something like that. His body was drained and he knew he should sleep. But he knew what awaited him if he did. Sure, Bill was gone, but nightmares would still come, he knew it. Especially after all that had happened. Even in the waking hours, he couldn’t get rid of the image of him pointing the memory gun at Stan, no matter how hard he wished it would leave him. After all, despite Stan remembering more and more, there were still holes in his memory. Which is why Ford was still up, rifling through boxes he had long forgotten about, looking for anything that might help his brother fill in those holes.

Pulling out another photobook, Ford started flipping through it. He had already put a few aside to show Stan when he woke up, but this one was mostly pictures from college. He put it in the useless pile – though he supposed he might share it with Fiddleford at some point. Ford wasn’t sure if it was irony or a sign of his poor life choices that two of his closest friends had lost their memories because of his decisions.

With a sigh, Ford picked up a frame from the box, only to freeze when he heard a floorboard creak.

Quickly looking up, he was expecting to see Stan – it hadn’t been uncommon the last day or so to find his brother up and about at any hour of the day or night. However, this time, it wasn’t his brother who was up. Instead, he saw his great niece walking past the doorway.

“Mabel?” Setting down the frame, Ford stood up, trying his best to ignore how hard the movement was. Maybe he should try to get some sleep…

Mabel had already walked past the room, but a second later, her head poked into the doorway. “Oh, Grunkle Ford! I…didn’t know you were up.” She fiddled with her nightgown, her eyes flickering to and fro much faster than normal.

“I was just looking through some old boxes.” Ford gestured to the box he had been perusing. “What are you doing up at this hour?”

Mabel glanced at the box, then the floor, then at Ford, then at the wall, before looking at the ground once again. “I uh…” She swallowed, then said in a quiet voice, “…nightmare…”

Sadness pierced Ford’s heart. He was used to nightmares, and in a sense, he knew it was his fault that he had so many. But Mabel? She was far too young and innocent to be dealing with such troubles. He took a step forward, but stopped. He didn’t want to make anything worse. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Looking at him, Mabel opened her mouth, then closed it and bit her lip before shaking her head, which only made Ford more worried about her.

Glancing at the box by the couch, Ford decided a different tactic might be helpful – one that he used quite often with himself – distraction. “Would you like to help me look through my old things?”

Mabel perked up at that. “Really?”

Ford nodded and gave her his best smile before motioning her to come closer. “Of course. There is a lot to look through and I could use the help.”

A smile slowly grew on Mabel’s face and she made her way to the box and picked up an old framed certificate – his diploma. For a moment, she just looked at it, then she spoke. “Wow, the seventies! You really are old!”

A chuckle escaped Ford before he could stop it. He reached down and took the frame from her, shaking his head as he placed it in the useless pile. “I suppose I am getting a little old.” He reached down and picked up another photo album then sat down, patting the space beside him.

Mabel grinned and plopped herself down next to him, leaning her head against his arm as he opened the book, only to straighten up.

“Oh my gosh is that you and Stan as teenagers?!?” Her smile was contagious.

“It is…” Ford said quietly, trying not to think too much about the lump that grew in his throat as he was faced with the memories the pictures brought to the surface. Hopefully that was a good sign that they would help Stan remember. Even if they only served to remind him of all the things he wished he could change.

“Ooo who is that?” Mabel pointed to another picture.

And so, the night continued, Mabel asking questions and Ford telling her stories of when he was younger. Ford was in the middle of talking about one of his favorite classes at a summer camp when he glanced down and realized that Mabel was fast asleep, using his arm as a pillow.

A soft smile grew on his face, and he carefully set the book they had been looking through to the side. He knew he should simply take Mabel back to her bed and continue his work. There was still so much left to go through. But then, in her sleep, Mabel curled up closer to him. He supposed he could rest his eyes. Just for a few hours…

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The sky split open, turning the world red. Laughter filled the air.

“Thanks Shooting Star!”

Bill’s voice echoed around Mabel.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Bill’s voice sound behind her. Spinning around, Mabel shrunk back as the demon grew bigger and bigger. Screams surrounded her, growing louder and louder until she couldn’t hear herself think anymore. Chaos reigned. Then suddenly the noise died and she only heard one voice.

“Who you talkin' to?”

She was looking at Stan again, confused, lost, not knowing who he was, or who she was. He turned and looked at her, then a chorus of her family’s voices spoke all together.

“It’s all your fault.”

“I didn’t mean to!” Mabel cried out, tears growing in her eyes.

“Your fault, your fault, your fault!”

The voices grew louder and louder, no matter how hard she pleaded, tried to apologize, they wouldn’t stop. She was drowning in guilt, it was pressing down on her chest, heavier and heavier until she couldn’t breathe.

Gasping, Mabel started awake. The voices were gone. The only sounds were Dipper’s quiet breathing and the occasional bug hitting the window in the attic. But her heart was still racing, and the guilt from her dream was still pressing down on her. Waking up hadn’t freed her from the reality of her actions.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t haunted by Weirdmageddon, and all of the events of the last week. And she hadn’t even lived in the apocalyptic world that long, not compared to the townsfolk or Dipper - there were times when she had heard him muttering in his sleep. And then yesterday she had once again stood face to face with her mistakes, when she had found herself lost with thousands of versions of herself.

Holding out her hand, Mabel saw her entire arm shaking. She felt cold despite the humidity of the attic. Swallowing hard, she looked at Dipper. For a split second, she considered waking him. She knew he wouldn’t mind, not that much at least, but…he didn’t know the whole truth. About how Weirdmageddon had really started.

Forcing herself to move, Mabel got out of bed and shakily made her way to the door, then down the stairs. She didn’t quite know where she was going. Maybe to find Stan… he always make her feel better. Or…Mabel didn’t realize where her feet were taking her until she was standing in the doorway to the secret room her and Dipper had fought over what seemed like ages ago.

It was Ford’s room now. Though there still wasn’t a bed in it, just a couch where Ford was conked out…had he really been sleeping on the couch for weeks? How had she never realized that until now? Just another reason she was selfish. The guilt in her chest grew.

“Mabel?”

Ford’s voice made her jump. She thought he'd been asleep. But he was sitting up now, one hand resting on his hip and the other straightening his glasses.

The guilt monster pressed down on her more. Ford needed sleep. Only a few days ago, he had been staying up till all ends of the night. He was finally resting and she had ruined it. Swallowing, she opened her mouth, trying to make herself apologize and tell him she was just going to get a drink, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Nightmare?” He asked quietly, concern lining his voice.

Hugging herself, Mabel tried blinking back the tears that were growing in her eyes, she shook her head. Her performance must not have been very convincing however, because Ford patted the couch next to him.

“Come here.” It was a gentle invitation, and despite knowing she didn’t deserve it, Mabel couldn’t stop herself. She rushed forward and sat down on the couch, curling up in on herself as she did.

A gentle hand rested on her shoulder and pulled her into a small side hug.

“It’s alright…it…everything is okay now.” Ford spoke quietly as his hand moved up and down in a comforting motion.

However, they had the opposite effect on Mabel. Tears blurred her vision as the guilt and regret pressed in on her.

“No it’s not!” A sob shook her body and she curled in on herself even more.

For a moment, there was no response, then Ford spoke again, his voice heavy with remorse. “I’m so sorry, Mabel…”

She froze at the unexpected words and slowly looked up at him. He was staring at the ground, his face downcast. “Wh…what?”

He turned to look at her. “Weirdmageddon…everything that happened. It…it’s all my fault. I let Bill into our universe, I couldn’t stop him before…” He shook his head. “I’m sorry my mistakes hurt you…”

Each word weighed down on her more and more. “Grunkle Ford it’s not…it’s not your fault it…” her throat tightened and she closed her eyes tight, resulting in a tear rolling down her cheek. “…it’s mine…”

Even with her eyes closed, Mabel could feel Ford straighten up. “Mabel, it is not your-”

“Yes it is!” Mabel opened her eyes and looked right at Ford, not even trying to stop her crying. “I-I gave B-Bill the rift! I…if it wasn’t for me W-Weirdmageddon never would’ve happened! Stan wouldn’t have-” Her voice broke as sobs overtook her whole body, guilt pulling her down, down…

Arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a warm embrace.

“It’s not your fault, Mabel.” Ford’s voice was soft and kind, not the angry disbelief she had been expecting every time she had thought about telling anyone what had happened.

“Bill is a master manipulator…he’d do anything, say anything to get what he wants…wanted.”

Hiding her face in his sweater, Mabel was tempted to just let it go at that. Bill was awful…But… “I know…but I…I still didn’t want summer to end. I…I was scared and selfish and…I want to be better but what if I mess up again?!? What if I keep being selfish?” Anti-Mabel’s words echoed around in her head as Mabel curled in on herself.

Ford’s arms tightened around her and after a moment, he sighed and spoke softly.

“I know how you feel.”

Mabel froze. “You…you do?”

“I do.” Ford said, regret lining his voice. “When I was younger, I was so focused on what I wanted, that I hurt the person that meant the most to me. And then I ignored all of the warnings I saw about Bill because I wanted to make a name for myself…Even now…I…I was so…caught up in my frustration and desire to make things right that I didn’t even…think about how my distrust could backfire…I didn’t want to admit my mistakes and…by the time I did…it was too late…and Stanley paid the price for my pride.”

Looking up, Mabel saw Ford staring at the wall, tears pooling in his eyes.

He seemed to sense her gaze and turned attention to her, but not before quickly wiping his eyes and clearing this throat. Then he gave her a gentle smile.

“You’re a better person than I am, Mabel. I…the fact that you want to change now, at your age, shows more maturity than I’ve had for most of my life.”

Mabel saw the sadness lingering under his smile, and she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. “You’re not a bad person, Grunkle Ford.”

Ford was silent for a moment, then he sighed. “I…I’m glad you think that, Mabel.”

Sitting back a little, Mabel met his gaze. “I don’t think so. I know so! Maybe…maybe we both have some things to work on but you aren’t a bad person. You are just the right amount of nerdy for Dipper, and you’ve done everything to get Stan’s memory back and you’ve sat with me and helped me feel better after I’ve had a nightmares. I wouldn’t want any other person to have come out of the portal.”

The smallest laugh escaped Ford. "I…okay, Mabel…I…thank you.”

Mabel smiled at him. “I can remind you any time you need it!”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Any time?”

“Cell phones!”

“Oh, right…I’m not the best at using them but…”

“Stan can help! At least…” Mabel hummed in thought. “Well, he can kind of use one, and you can learn!”

Ford laughed lightly and smiled. “I’ll do my best.”

“Promise?” Mabel held out her pinkie. For a moment, Ford just stared at it, then he interlocked his pinkie with hers.

“Promise.”

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #forduary #forduary 2024 #ford pines #mabel pines #stanford pines #mabel and ford bonding #sweater twins #stan pines #dipper pines #stanley pines #(they are mentioned in it at least xD)#aceo writes things

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thoughts from last night's St. Aurora show 🖤

2 seconds into the warm-up act and suddenly I'm living in an alternate universe in which Joonas Porko is the lead singer of a rock band (more under the cut but I just need to share this first because I just can't get over this lol):

then he took his jacket off and I was like ??????? if not Porko, then why so Porko-shaped 😭

(I'll post one more video I took of their set so you can see it for yourselves, because he kinda also sounds a bit like Joonas at times 😂😭)

Joonas Porko doppelgängers aside, Delta Enigma was actually pretty good and I hope I'll remember to check out more of their stuff at some point! I had my picture taken with the lead singer but didn't get to chat with him properly as the last band of the evening just started to play when I got to him, so hopefully next time

St. Aurora was so much fun!! 😭 They were really just a group of friends playing some songs and having fun 🥺💕 although if I'm being completely honest it did feel a little weird to be there, as I only got into their music literally three weeks ago, and even though I have tried my best to do my homework and listen to their music a lot, I was not able to sing and jam along like I would at a BC show for example (and they didn't play the only song I already know the lyrics to 😔), but they were super fun to watch, both the music and the banter in between songs was top tier entertainment 👌

and then after the show they were hanging out by the merch stall. I've been looking for a cap to wear at summer festivals but none of the bands were selling any, so I asked Nile how much he wants for his own, but he wouldn't sell it lol, although he appreciated that I was brave enough to ask 😅 so I bought a totebag instead (the one they had on display, which apparently was the only one they had 😂), and I got to meet all the band members and have the totebag signed as @johnnyporko quite literally dragged me around and pushed me to them one by one like "Now there's Petja. Go!" and !!!!!!!! they were all so ridiculously sweet, gentlemen through and through, each and every one of them, from Nile who texted everyone backstage to come back so that I could get my totebag signed, to Eemi who seemed so grateful that we had come (as a side note the crowd was very sparse that night) and when we were saying our goodbyes and he and @johnnyporko were hugging, I was all prepared to be on my merry way when they'd be finished, but then Eemi turned to me and hugged me too, even though I hadn't even initiated a hug as I was feeling a bit shy 😭💗💕💞💖💗💘 honestly, already during the show I kept thinking Eemi seems like such a sweet person, because whereas Nile and the others were bantering away and talking "whatever their spit brings to their mouth" as we say in Finland lol, there was Eemi thanking everyone for coming and giving shout-outs to members of crew and just being an angel in general, and in person he's even a bigger sweetheart 🥺 my interactions with Vallu, Petja and Osku were somewhat briefer but I assure you they were all incredibly nice as well and seemed very down-to-earth. ngl I'm kinda bummed I forgot to show Osku some pictures of our old man Osku the dachshund lol, but maybe next time, because there definitely will be a next time!! 🖤

huge huge thanks to @johnnyporko for not only being my company last night but also for introducing me to St. Aurora, both to their music and to the individuals playing in the band 🫶

edit. oh, and Luna Kills was fun too! I listened to some of their songs earlier this week and really liked them 👍

#gig reports by theflyingfeeling #my concert

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heykoonsy · 4 months

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Word Count: 4k+

Pairing: Husk x Angel Dust (HuskerDust/AngelHusk), some Angel Dust x OC sprinkled in for flavor

Summary: “Give him everything but your ass.” Angel Dust was tasked with one job: convince the investor to subsidize Valentino’s agency. Angel was more of a closer to Valentino, enticing the wealthier of his associates into funding projects for him. However, this latest pitch didn’t go as planned and Angel’s hubris prevented him from seeing the potential drawbacks of a one night stand with someone Valentino marked. In this slow burn love story, Angel must confront the worst parts of himself if he is going to win back his career.

Content Warnings: Rated 18+ for foul language & threatening dialogue

Author's Note: The HuskerDust content from the new series is giving me life. I am literally eviscerated every time I see them.

Angel lay on the bed of the set, his lingerie ripped to pieces and his stiletto heels draped off the side of the duvet. He was sitting up on his elbows, his eyes scanning the rest of the studio. He saw a mound of editors, techs and stage hands all huddled around the editing bay with Vercelli in the center. They’d been trying to fix something for the last ten minutes and every minute that passed pushed Angel closer and closer to walking off set. This shoot seemed doomed from the start.

He’d been working with Vercelli for the last few days now on his latest script–”his masterpiece”–everyone was calling it. Personally, Angel didn’t see anything to go crazy over, but his opinion didn’t really matter with these sorts of things. Valentino decided from the moment he read it that Angel would be playing the lead. And what Val wants, he gets. It made sense, as Angel had just finished up his last scene for the picture Guerrero was putting together. While his team edited down what footage they were able to capture, Angel took a few nights off.

Vercelli spent the last few weeks editing the script and working out quirks with the staging, desperate to make this his most ambitious film yet. After Angel was handed a finalized script, he sat on the sidelines as his team rushed to design the sets. Everything was moving rather slowly–which Angel blamed on Vercelli’s poor management style. Granted, he wasn’t as aggressive with his team as Guerrero–and not as motivated as Brut. He was somewhere in the middle regarding talent. He was far from the worst, but a far cry from the best in the business. However, to some, he was doing groundbreaking work.

Angel looked to his right, where he could feel eyes lingering on him. He’d felt them every day that he’d been on set. He’d felt them when he was running lines with his co-star. Even when he was walking past everyone to get to his dressing room. Angel knew better than to make direct eye contact with the gaze’s owner. That would just lead to another conversation he didn’t want to have. Instead, Angel acted like he was stretching his neck waiting for Vercelli to resume his stage directions.

Angel was kept waiting, and the eyes on him persisted.

“Xy,” Angel called out.

“Yes, Angel?” Xy prompted, her head poking out from the crowd around Vercelli. She appeared in front of him in a matter of seconds.

“Is this gonna take any longer?” Angel asked as politely as he could.

Xy looked over at the group crowded around the editing bay. She shook her head. “I’m not sure. Could I get you some water?”

Angel shook his head. “No, that’s alright.”

“I’ll ask him if you can leave set at least. The A/C is really cranked today.” Xy reassured him with a small touch on his shoulder and went running back to the group.

Angel sighed, understanding that as good as Xy was at her job, there was no way she would be able to pry their attention away. Which meant that he was stuck here.

It would be different if he weren’t so exposed. Strange sentiment coming from the mind of a porn-star, who’s whole job supported and appreciated nudity. But it was exactly how he felt–exposed. He wasn’t in the middle of a sex scene, he wasn’t posing nude for a couple of good stills. He was just lying there on a bed, his torn tights revealing a large bit of his ass. He didn’t have a shirt on, the black girdle he wore covering most of his midsection and leaving the fluff of his chest bare. He’d long since ditched his panties–which he’d tossed to someone in Wardrobe off set.

Which just left him and the all-encompassing stares of his watcher from the right.

“Okay, fixed. Angel, you hanging in there?” Vercelli asked, peeking up at Angel from the editing bay.

Angel Dust snapped to attention. “Yupp, all good here,” Angel lied, a wide smile sliding across his face as he raised his leg in a pointe.

Vercelli clapped his hands together, signifying that they were resuming the scene. “Okay, to recap, you’ve just torn up your own tights, you’re preparing yourself for–

“Light four is down again, sir.”

Vercelli dropped his script on the floor and it made a loud smack as it collided with the linoleum. “This fucking light,” he said under his breath.

“Sir, may I escort Angel back to his room?” Xy asked, a cold sweat forming on her brow.

Vercelli paused a moment and looked at Angel. “Fine, fine. Take a break Angel, we’ll call for you.” He closed his eyes to collect himself. “Beck!” He shouted.

Beck came out of nowhere to answer his call. “Yes, sir?”

“Get me Valentino. This is ridiculous. My greatest work yet and this fucking light–

“Light two is down.”

Before Vercelli had a chance to slide everything off the editing desk, Xy whisked Angel away to his dressing room. Angel wasted no time at all saying his goodbyes to her at the door and slamming it shut. He was desperate to have something separating himself and those eyes he felt were glued to every inch of his exposed flesh. He locked the door, peace filling his mind once he realized that he had true protection now.

Until he heard a soft knock on his door.

Fuck.

“Who is it?” Angel cooed, his voice raising slightly to come off as flirty in case it wasn’t who he thought it was.

“Angel Dust,” Tezan sang the syllables of his name. “You gonna let me in?”

Angel felt a shiver run down his spine. No. “Sure, suga, just let me get decent,” he cooed.

Tezan made a noise in the back of his throat outside the door. “No need, sweetheart.”

Angel Dust threw on his longest, fuzziest pink robe and went to the door. He took a second to prepare himself. A deep inhale, a wide smile, happy eyes. He wasn’t creeped out. He wasn’t creeped out. Angel unlocked the door silently and swung it open. He put a hand on his hip and gestured for Tezan to come inside.

“How did you like the shoot?” Angel asked. “Despite all the technical difficulties,” he added quietly.

“I can’t say I’ve ever been on a real set before,” Tezan said, waltzing past Angel. “It was very,” he paused behind Angel, looking over his shoulder and down at what little of his chest remained uncovered, “illuminating.”

Angel did his best not to cringe. He left the door of his dressing room wide open, instead choosing to cross the room and move towards one of the dressers that held a small collection of spirits. Angel selected a wine bottle from the front–a congratulatory bottle from Val for completing Geurrero’s film. He raised it, showing it off to Tezan.

“Some wine while we wait?”

Tezan sat on the chair beside Angel’s vanity. “Sure,” he said.

Angel poured two glasses quickly and handed one off to Tezan. “Here ya go.”

Tezan nodded in acknowledgement. “Vercelli wasn’t kidding, this really is some of his best work.”

Angel nodded. “How long have you been following his career? I haven’t starred in much of his films–but Valentino insisted that I give this role some of the ol’ Angel flare.”

Tezan took a sip of his wine. “I agree,” he said. “There’s just something about you in ripped tights.”

Angel Dust smiled reflexively. “You a fan of these legs’a mine?”

Tezan didn’t answer, instead choosing to meet Angel’s eyes. There was a certain heat in them that Angel recognized. They weren’t the eyes of a regular onlooker–plenty of investors had come to see Angel work and he’d had no trouble. Even his most die-hard fans knew when talent was traveling–but Tezan was different. He wasn’t just an investor, he was a consumer. And everything in his gaze told Angel Dust that he was prey.

From the way his eyes followed him around the room, to the way he lingered around the corners of the set. Always close–but never arising suspicion. In fact, this moment in Angel’s dressing room was the first time Tezan had done this. And of course no one outside was any the wiser. Tezan merely looked like someone Angel Dust had a long standing relationship with.

“When is your next film coming out?”

Angel took a moment to think about it. “Guerrero launches it a week from today. I did all the promos for it before Val signed me on with Vercelli.”

Tezan nodded. “You’re havin’ no trouble pickin’ up work since Val ditched that wannabe.”

Angel pressed the wine glass to his lips, getting a sample of the yellow liquid before pulling it away. He swirled the wine in his cup for a moment, eyes going half-lidded. “Oh honey, I neva have trouble pickin’ up work,” Angel leaned against the dresser behind him and crossed his legs at the ankle.

“That would have changed if Val had kept Brut on the payroll. Beck told me he was signing some lackluster talent.”

“Tread lightly,” Angel warned, playing off his obvious anger with manufactured pride, “he signed me afterall.”

Tezan took a pull on his glass, “That he did.”

Angel raised his eyebrows and slowly sipped his glass of wine. He swallowed quickly. Huh, he thought, bitter for a Moscato.

Angel Dust was on his way out of the studio when he stopped abruptly in the lobby. He looked through the glass doors–his eyes catching the shadowed silhouette of Tezan outside having a smoke. Angel could only guess why he was waiting outside so he turned around to head back to the elevator.

The doors opened swiftly and he pressed the button for the top floor–Valentino’s floor. He waited patiently in the elevator, listening to the soft music play before the doors opened again. He stepped out, legs carrying him to Val’s office.

“Angel,” Jax said. There was no alarm in his tone, because nothing truly surprised Jax, but Angel could tell that he was curious as to why he was here.

“Hey,” Angel said, stopping before him. “Is Val in?” Angel already knew the answer, but he waited for one anyway.

“He is currently unavailable.”

“But he’s in,” Angel said, affirming what they both knew. He stepped past Jax and opened the door to Val’s office. Jax protested, but there was little time for him to intervene as Angel had already disappeared behind the door.

“Angel,” Valentino sneered, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Angel crossed his office, his heels clacking as he made his way to Val’s desk.

“I heard there was trouble on set today,” Val said, picking up Angel’s side of the conversation. “Is that what has you all bothered?”

Angel stopped in front of Val, hands going on his hips. “The lights were Vercelli’s headache today, not mine.”

Valentino sat back in his chair, resting his foot on his knee. “And what was your headache Angel baby?”

Angel Dust looked at Val right in the eye, “Our newest investor is a fan of mine.”

Val chuckled, “So I’ve heard. He’s visited you everyday this week. What a spell you’ve got him under.”

Angel rested his palms on Valentino’s desk. “He can’t keep visiting me.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I don’t like him,” Angel said, furrowing his brow.

Valentino nodded his head. He put down his leg and pushed his chair out from under his desk. “Hmm,” he said absentmindedly as he stood. “You don’t like him.” Valentino turned around so his back was towards Angel.

“He’s distracting me,” Angel Dust said, eyes following Val as he began turning around.

Valentino’s hand swept backwards as he turned around–the back of his palm colliding with Angel’s cheek. “The next time you tell me what to do with my investors, you’ll get more than one.”

Angel stood up straight, his eyes glued to the floor.

“Why don’t you remind me why we’re working with that low-level scum in the first place?” Valentino asked–his tone venomous.

Angel said nothing, he didn’t move.

Valentino did not like that, he slammed his hands down on his desk. “Tell me why we’re working with him!” He yelled.

Angel flinched. “Because I fucked up,” Angel admitted quietly.

Valentino grabbed Angel’s chin roughly and pulled him close. He got so close Angel could smell his last cigarette. “Because you fucked up,” Val said through clenched teeth.

He released Angel roughly and he clattered backwards.

“Get out of my office,” Val said.

Angel kept his head down as he walked towards the door. He opened it quickly and closed it behind himself. Angel didn’t bother stopping to chat with Jax–he’d probably heard the entire exchange. All he wanted to do was put as much distance between him and Val as he could.

When Angel got back to the hotel, he went straight to his room–not bothering to greet anyone. Not that there was anyone to greet that afternoon. He stalked up the stairs–needing to blow off some steam–even after walking all the way home. Luckily he hadn’t run into Tezan outside. He must have left before Angel had come out. Thank fuck.

Angel went inside his room and locked the door behind him. He started undressing immediately, throwing his clothes across the room in organized piles on the floor. They ranged from rank, to soiled, to worn-once, and finally clean. It wasn’t a good system, but it was a system nonetheless.

Angel Dust looked around for his pink sweatpants–eager to get into something comfy so he could loaf around in self-pity. Before he started getting irrationally angry, he heard some soft oinking in the corner. Fat Nuggets revealed himself from one of Angel’s piles.

“Aw, Nugs, you found my pants!” Angel said happily. “I should have known they’d be in the pajama pile.”

Fat Nuggets jumped out of the way so that Angel could throw his pants on. Next, he tossed on an old black t-shirt. He collapsed onto his bed and Fat Nuggets joined him, hopping onto bed and begging for pats.

Angel conceded, giving his chin a scratch absentmindedly. But pig-lovin’ didn’t scratch that itch Angel had. He needed booze after a day like this one. His first thought was Cherri–they hadn’t talked much since Angel ghosted her after fucking over Agony and Brut. If he called her up wanting to drink he’d have to fill her in on all the bullshit. And that was if she wanted to hear anything he had to say.

He sat up, grabbing his phone from inside his purse and looking at their last conversation.

Damn bitch get it!

Angel frowned, remembering their conversation. Prior to Spitzers, before Tezan–before everything went sour. Well, he supposed it was always sour, but there were just enough sugar cubes in the lemonade to keep him sipping. Angel tucked his phone into his pocket and sat up, displacing Fat Nuggets enough for him to protest.

“Come on Nugs, follow Daddy,” Angel beckoned, his voice high.

Fat Nuggets did as requested and when Angel opened the door to his bedroom, he followed him down the hallway and to the elevator. It wasn’t five minutes before Angel was skirting through the lobby and to his seat at the bar. His seat, Angel scoffed. It was just the same stool he happened to grab each time he sat down with Husk.

“Husky, baby,” Angel said, waving him over once he got comfortable.

Husk looked over, his eyes already narrowed from the trials of the day. Despite the look on his face, Husk made his way right over.

“I was wonderin’ if you were gonna make your way down tonight.” Husk said absently as he tossed a hand towel over his shoulder.

Angel leaned in, covering his lips with his hand like he was keeping his next sentence a secret from the ghosts in the room, “Careful Husky, people are gonna think you like me.”

Husk shook his head. “You’re right, can’t have that.”

Angel rested his elbows on the bar, watching as Husk placed a pair of shot glasses and a pair of drinking glasses in between them.

“What will it be tonight?” Husk asked, hands going on either side of the glasses waiting patiently for Angel’s response.

Angel made a face like he was indecisive. “Hmm,” he said. “Hit me with the Pirate’s Booty or whatever.”

Husk rolled his eyes, “The Pirate’s Treasure,” he corrected him.

“Yeah, yeah, that one,” Angel smiled from ear to ear.

“Last time I made you that you couldn’t walk.”

Angel Dust put a hand up to dismiss him. “You still think I’m a lightweight?”

Husk smirked. “Tell ya what, if you can win it, then it’s yours.”

“Woah woah woah, winnin’ sounds like work,” Angel said.

Husk took a minute and assembled his “game”. He took three jiggers and placed them on the bar. Then he grabbed a napkin and crumpled it up into a tight ball. Angel looked dumbfounded at the mess he’d laid out before him. He raised an eyebrow.

“Did I win?” Angel asked, being an ass.

Husk then got to work making three shots. Angel was happy to report that he recognized every single one of them. First, a standard green tea shot, then the Naughty Neapolitan, and of course, the star of the show: the Pirate’s Treasure. Then, Husk assembled three shots of water, tonic and sour mix.

Husk grabbed the jiggers and lined them up in a row. Then, when he was sure Angel was paying attention, he began explaining. “I’ll hide the ball under one of my cups–you guess which one is hiding it. You guess right, you get a shot.”

Angel smirked. “Sounds fun,” he said. “Alright, I’m game, but you betta get ready to make a whole lot of shots.”

Husk chuckled. “Yeah kid, I’m ready.”

Angel made a gesture for Husk to start. Angel concentrated on the three jiggers, watching as Husk hid it under the middle one. Then, in an instant, Husk began moving the jiggers seemingly in unison, switching their places with practiced precision. Angel watched in horror as he realized that he might just be severely outmatched.

Husk paused, “Which one has the ball?”

Angel looked up at him, the betrayal he felt reflecting on his visage.

Husk choked on a laugh. “What? Too fast for ya?”

“You didn’t tell me that you were a savant.”

“You got a one-in-three chance, those are some good odds.”

Angel sighed and chose the jigger on his right. “That one,” he said with as much confidence as he had in that moment: zero.

Husk smiled wickedly, and when he raised the jigger, Angel saw no napkin ball. Without skipping a beat, Husk took the green tea shot.

“Hey hey woah, I thought those were for me?”

“If you win, if not they go to me.” Husk handed off the shot of water to Angel.

Angel huffed and crossed his arms. “Alright, next round. I’m playing seriously this time.”

“You weren’t already?”

Angel didn’t answer, instead he focused on Husk’s hands as they moved furiously on the bar. When he stopped, Angel pointed to the center jigger.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Angel narrowed his eyes.

Husk pulled the jigger up and there was no ball again. “Tonic for you,” he said with a shit-eating grin.

Angel growled, “Next round.”

Husk chuckled as Angel struggled to pick a jigger.

“You’re not allowed to laugh at me,” Angel said, trying to replay Husk’s movements in his mind to visualize where the ball was.

They had been playing this game for nearly an hour and Angel had only won a handful of shots. Four green tea shots, one Naughty Neapolitan and zero Pirate’s Treasures. He’d taken countless shots of water, tonic and sour mix–and frankly, he was getting tired of it. The worst part of the game was the more Angel won, the worse he played–while Husk only got better.

The alcohol seemed to make him looser, and his hands slid across the bar faster and lighter than they had before. This round, Angel wasn’t sure how he could possibly choose the right jigger. Everything went so fast. He wondered if he should just guess instead of trying to be logical about it.

“Giving up?” Husk asked.

Angel glared up at him. “Absolutely not,” he said, and chose the jigger to his left. “This one.”

Husk had genuine shock on his face when he pulled up the jigger and the napkin ball was resting beneath it. “Huh, did you guess?”

Angel smiled, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Husk smirked and slid over Angel’s first Pirate’s Treasure of the night. “You earned it.”

Angel smiled as he grabbed the shot glass. He downed it in seconds–slamming the shot onto the table when done. “Fuck yeah, I did!” He scooted in his stool, which caught Husk’s attention.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Huh?” Angel said, clearly caught off guard. “Nah, just adjusting. Fat Nuggets is right below me.”

“So that’s where he went,” Husk said absentmindedly. “Do you want a cocktail next?”

Angel hmm’d and ha’d for a moment before he decided that yes, he did want a cocktail. “Malibu Bay Breeze,” he said happily.

Husk made quick work of the drink and in moments, it was standing before Angel.

Angel slid it over and took an excited sip. “You have no idea how much I missed this,” he sighed. “I went to a bar some levels down and it was the worst thing I’ve eva put in my mouth.”

Husk’s ears perked up at that. “Oh yeah?”

“Would I lie to you?”

Husk shrugged, “Must have been a shit-place if they can’t get a Bay Breeze right.”

Angel played with the ice in his drink by swirling it with his straw. “Only thing worse was the company. I was on a job.”

Husk didn’t say anything, merely cleaned up the aftermath of their game. But, just because he wasn’t responding did not mean that he was uninterested in what Angel had to say. As much time as they spent together, Angel picked up on a few things.

Their silences were never uncomfortable–Angel realized that immediately. If there was a lull, by no means did either of them need to fill the silence with more chatter. Topics came and went as simply as breathing. Angel also noticed that when he was sitting at the bar with Husk, he didn’t have to put on airs. Where he would normally lie through his teeth before, he didn’t bother masking things or sugar-coating. If work sucked, he said it sucked.

Oh, and he also figured out Husk’s tell. That was worth noting.

“Who had the pleasure of ruining your day?”

Angel groaned just thinking about the disaster that was his work life. “A new investor for Mista Valentino. He’s a jealous man for someone who has so much.”

Husk nodded like he understood. Which, even if he didn’t, was a comfort.

“He’s been up my ass at the studio,” Angel complained, “but he’s got a lot of sway with Val right now.”

Husk nodded along.

Angel rested his head on the bar. He needed to think of some way he could fight against Tezan when he was at the studio. If he had to be in the same building as him, he could at least try and play some offense. Problem was, Angel had no idea what to do. How do you avoid someone that can literally go wherever they please?

“There’s not much I can do to get away from him,” he closed his eyes.

“Then don’t ‘get away’,” Husker said without looking towards him.

Angel picked his head up from the bar. “What?”

“He can’t get you alone if you’re surrounded by people.”

Angel took a moment to think that through–despite all the shots swirling around in his stomach. Huh, he thought, surround himself. Husk had a point, Tezan couldn’t be up his ass if everyone was around. He’d be in the way–which was not what you could be when you worked for Valentino.

Angel nodded, “That’s a good idea. Thanks.”

Husk shrugged his shoulders, “No problem.”

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Too Far Gone - Part Fifty Two

A/N: I read/ edited it, made a fair bit of tweaks and didn't review it, so ignore any grammatical issues.

Warnings: brief mentions of swearing, drinking and drugs. smut, therapy, feeling worthless or unworthy

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Word Count: 5400

It was a rough night. It took some time for Auston to venture down the hall and when he did he saw the spare bedroom door was shut and the lights were off. Auston knew she was awake, he could hear her crying.

As much as he wanted to try and talk to her, he knew he didn’t have the mental capacity for it. He had been keeping everything in for far too long, he couldn’t anymore. He hadn’t even finished brushing his teeth when he felt tears sting his eyes, and barely managed to climb under the duvet before they were rippling down his face.

He didn’t sleep well. Tossing and turning, waking up what felt like every hour. His heart ached, head throbbed, stomach churned, and his mind spun, replaying everything that happened. He spent so long wanting to hear her say that, how could that be his response?

Now at 6:14 in the morning, Auston spent the last hour creating a mile-long list of questions, arguments and counter-arguements. He contemplated walking in her room and just asking them – he knows she has been laying awake and drowning in the abyss - but he also knows the words wont come out the way he wants. Emotions are still too high.

Tia heard him get up at 6:28. She heard the footsteps down the hall and the coffee grinder whirl. Shortly after she could smell the freshly brewed coffee and heard cupboards and drawers open and shut. Around 7:19 she heard Taylour’s door creak open and him excitedly burst down the hall. She heard him squeal when he saw Auston in the kitchen, heard Auston laugh and some muffled words before the TV turned on. She lay staring up at the ceiling, doing everything to avoid him for as long as possible.

When she finally emerged her glasses were on which drew attention to the bright red that surrounded her eyes. The bags underneath are dark and heavy, holding onto a weight Auston didn’t know was possible. Her t-shirt was inside out and tucked into her leggings, mismatched socks were on her feet.

Auston wasn’t surprised that Tia remained in her room as long as she did. He wasn’t surprised by it, but he hated it. Hated how awkward it had become between them within a matter of minutes. What’s worse is he knows what comes next because they’ve been down this road before - tiptoeing around the other person, over-analyzing everything. It was hell. It took them far too long to break free of that and get to a point where they could tell the other anything but more importantly wanted to. And now neither one can say anything; instead, a bubble of silence builds around them, pushing all the air out.

He wished he could tell her it would all be okay, but he knew she’d put her walls up, her defense mechanism designed to block everyone and everything out. There was no way anyone could get through, except for one person.

“Mommy!” Taylour runs over the second he sees her. He has a wide smile on his face, and his curls that have returned bounce with every stride. “Daddy says I’m going to Fweddies house!”

“Really? That sounds fun.”

Auston can hear the panic in her voice. She thought Taylour would be a buffer all morning and during the ride to therapy, that they would not have to be alone.

“Mhm.” He nods.

“Come choose some toys to bring.”

Auston walks around the living room and picks up a firetruck and Paw Patrol figurines and shoves them into a backpack. He proceeds to scour the living room, looking for Rubble and Zuma – he knows Taylour will want to bring them all.

“MY TOWER!” He squeals with an enthusiastic jump. “Fweddie will love my tower!”

“That’s too big, they have to fit in this bag.”

“Oh.”

Auston moves to the couch and starts lifting cushions and pillows until he finds the remaining Paw Patrol characters wedged inside.

“Can I bring my crayons?”

“Yeah. I’ll go grab some colouring books.” Auston sets the bag down on the couch and starts down the hall to Taylour’s room. “Can you show Mommy where the crayons are?”

Taylour walks over to the pantry and points to the top for Tia. “There Mommy.”

Ever since Taylour decided the back of his door was a perfect spot for a mural, Auston decided crayons, paint, stickers, all arts and craft supplies, were going to be moved out of the reach of Taylour.

Tia walks over and opens the cupboard above the fridge. Standing on her tiptoes her hand swats around until she feels the shape of them through a plastic bag.

"Just killing the turtles,” she mumbles to herself.

Working in an industry that is a major contributor to waste and environmental impacts, Tia tries to do what she can to counteract that. Breathing new life into old clothes, donating what she can, and reusing leftover cuttings for something else. On top of that she has reusable water bottles, coffee tumblers, reusable straws, and every time she goes shopping she uses cloth bags (many of which she made herself). A plastic grocery bag is not something that would be found at Tia’s apartment.

“What’s killing the turtles Mommy?” Taylour gasps.

“Oh...um...well.” Tia fumbles over herself a little. Normally she loves his inquistive mind, questioning everything he sees and hears, but this is a topic she would have left for any other day. She bends down and picks him up and sets him on the counter. Each of her hands land on either side of his legs, and she softens her voice.

“When plastics bags get in the ocean, sometimes turtles eat them and then they get sick."

“Why do the turtles eat them?”

“They confuse the plastic bag for jellyfish, some turtles eat jellyfish.”

“What?” Taylour’s voice goes up in pitch and his eyes widen. “Why do they eat jellyfish?”

“Uh, well,” Tia laughs uncomfortably. “Just like you, animals need food to get energy. Elephants, beavers and horses only eat plants, and some animals, like turtles, eat both plants and other animals.”

Taylour takes a second to think over her answer. “But if they don’t have to eat the animals, why do they?” he finally asks. Apart from confusion blanketing his face, Tia can hear the hurt in his words. His voice quivers and a thin layer of tears coats his eyes.

Tia takes a deep breath. “Some animals just do bud.”

Auston walks back in carrying Geoffery, Marshall, a couple of colouring books and another shirt – three-year-olds tend to be messy – and sets them on the counter. Completely unaware of the impact this conversation is having on Taylour he says, “You eat animals.”

“What?!” His voice breaks. Tia purses her lips and lets her head fall. She has never hated Auston, but in that moment she thinks she might.

“Chicken comes from chicken, and beef,” Auston shuffles around the condo. He grabs the backpack and is on his way back to the kitchen when he sees Taylour’s face and realizes what he’s done. He stops dead in his tracks and sighs.

“I don’t want to eat chickens, I like them. I pet the chickens at the farm and -”

“Hey.” Tia brings a hand up and gently wipes away a few of his tears. Keeping her hand on his cheek she smiles at him. “You don’t have to eat chicken if you don’t want to.”

Taylour is quick to jump in her arms and bury his head against her neck. “I don’t want to eat animals Mommy.” He releases a soft sniffle and tangles his hands in her hair.

“Oh Taylour.” One hand slides around him to support his weight and the other gently soothes over his back, then places a soft kiss to his temple. She hears him sniffle a few more times and she bounces him in her arms, and sends a frightening glare toward Auston.

Taylour’s mood shifted after that. He was mopey and clingy; he didn’t even leave Tia when she had to brush her teeth. When the time came for him to take him to Fred’s, Taylour said he didn’t want to go and clung to Tia to a point Auston almost cancelled his plans.

When Fred opened the door, he crouched down to welcome what should be a fiery ball of energy to his arms. Instead, Taylour took a few steps forward and stopped once he hit Fred’s chest, making no attempt to give him a hug.

“Hi Fweddie.” He huffs against his shoulder.

“Hey Taylour.” Taylour may not return the hug, but Fred wraps his arms around his little body and holds him in tight. “How are you?”

“I’m okay.”

The second Fred’s arms fall, Taylour walks by him. He kicks his shoes off and slowly saunters in the apartment, collapsing face first on the couch. Auston always knew Taylour took some his mothers sass and flair for the dramatics, he didn’t realize just how much until this moment.

“What is going on with him?” Fred’s knees crack as he stands up, his eyes still trained on Taylour.

“I’m murdering turtles and he eats chickens.” Auston runs a hand down the side of his face.

“What?” Fred laughs, he turns toward Auston with a perplexed look on his face.

“I don’t know he’s three.” Auston dismisses his friend, setting Taylour’s backpack inside the door.

“You look worse than him.”

“Thanks for noticing.” Auston says a little pointedly.

“Are you going to tell me? I assume your problems are bigger than turtles and chickens.”

There is a hint of sarcasm in his tone, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Auston. His dark eyes narrow and he exhales, heavier than he needs to. “It’s been a wild 24 hours and I’m running late.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine.” Fred awkwardly stammers out. As if it wasn’t weird to wake up to a message with a 5:07am timestamp asking him to watch Taylour (Fred didn’t even know Auston had Taylour and that’s the kind of thing that usually comes up) the one-lettered response he received later triggered an uneasy feeling. Add in the way Auston can’t even look him in the eye, is barely able to form a sentence and looks like he’s ready to vomit, and ever single bell and whistle is going off. “We’ll be fine.”

“K. Thanks. Bye Taylour.”

Auston didn’t wait for Taylour’s response, which is good because he didn’t have one. He didn’t even acknowledge Auston left. While Fred knows his three-year-old world is crashing around him, he knows it pales in comparison to whatever Auston is going through. The last time his friend acted like this was when he first found out about Taylour, and while he’s fairly certain it’s not another secret baby he doesn’t want to wait to find out. He’s hell-bent on getting the answer from Taylour even if it means ice cream at 10am.

Tia thought it was odd Auston left Taylour with Fred but she tried to remind herself Auston wasn’t expecting Taylour today. Maybe he had plans, grocery shopping, a hair cut, something he felt would be easier without a three-year-old, that’s why she didn’t question it (that and she didn’t care to speak to him). What really threw her off was when the arrived at Heidi’s. Auston didn’t just stop the car, he turned it off. He grabbed his phone from the centre console and slid it in his pocket and reached for the handle.

“Auston.” Heidi greets them when they step in. After hanging his coat on the rack he turns to Tia and takes hers and does the same. “I didn’t know you were coming today. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Tia kissed me.” Auston says bluntly.

“Well, I guess we have a lot to talk about.”

Auston and Tia each take a seat on the couch, only a foot separates them, but it feels like miles. She sits towards the end with her ankles crossed and clasps her hand in her lap. Her eyes drop to her feet, and she exhales, not exactly how she planned on telling Heidi.

Now that she knows, Tia starts at the beginning. Three days ago, when she knew she had to do something. Two days ago, when she borrowed Auston’s car and went to Ikea then to pick up Max to help her unload everything. She rambles her way through, Heidi occasionally looking down to scribble in a notepad. It almost feels rehearsed the way she gets through it all, only pausing when she gets to yesterday. That takes a bit more time, her voice breaks and she needs a few deep breaths, but eventually gets to the end leaving out no detail.

“Why did you think Auston felt the same way?” Heidi asks once Tia is done.

“Everyone seemed to think it – my dad, Fred…I guess when people are constantly suggesting it, its hard not to believe it.”

“Could it also be that a part of you wanted to believe it?” Heidi prompts from behind her thick framed lenses.

“Yeah,” Tia sniffles and nods. “Maybe.”

“What about you Auston?” Heidi directs her gaze to him. “You have had feelings for Tia over the past year?”

Auston is not a stranger to therapy. Five weeks after Zurich his parents took him to one in Scottsdale, by the time he left in August he hadn’t really noticed a change. He didn’t plan on continuing with it, but his dad joined him in Toronto for his rookie year to help him adjust to life in the NHL and helped Auston find someone. He doesn’t know when it happened, but eventually there was a change. Sessions went from once a week, to once every two, to once a month, to even more time between. Auston wasn’t back to himself, he doesn’t know if he ever made it there, he had processed it as best he could.

Then Tia came waltzing back into his life with their wild and joyful two-year-old and the next day Auston was back on his therapist’s couch.

“Yeah. More than once.”

“And why do you think it didn’t work any of those other times?”

Auston scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Where do I even start? We were selfish and didn’t account for everything that had changed between us, within us. We were clinging to the past as if it was something we had to recreate regardless of the consequences.” He tries to hide the pain in his words, but it seeps out through every pore.

“Do you feel that way now? Like you’re trying to relive the past?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I did,” he admits truthfully.

Tia tries to keep her composure, but she’d given up on all hope 24-hours ago, and hearing him say the door isn’t completely closed sends her heart into an erratic rhythm.

“You seem surprised by that Tia,” Heidi drops her notepad on her denim clad thigh and shifts her gaze.

“Yes. After what happened I...” Tia trails off to gather her thoughts. “One of his first question was if I’m still taking my meds, I assumed he thought I had stopped and wasn’t thinking rationally.”

“Interesting, that was your first thought when she told you her feelings,” Heidi premises. But it wasn’t Auston’s first thought.

His first was that he must have misheard her, surely she didn’t tell him she had feelings. Second was how relieved he was to hear her say it and his third was how he wanted to hear it again. Her mental health wasn’t his first thought, but when he opened his mouth to talk that was what came out.

“Is her mental health a concern to you.

“After everything that’s happened how could it not be? Doesn’t matter what our relationship status is, she will always be important to me.”

“Are her mental health problems too much for you to overcome?”

“No, definitely not.” Auston answers quickly. He subconsciously seeks out her hand, at his touch her fingers release and she lets him intertwine his fingers with hers. “Everyone has stuff they are working on, things they want to change or improve, I’d never use that as a reason to not be with her.”

“But you do have reasons to not be with her?”

“Obviously.” Tia chortles. She meant to say it to herself, based on the eyes glaring her way she spoke a little too loud.

“Why do you say that?” Auston can feel her eye roll without even looking.

“Because I’ve hurt him way too many times to count in the past year. I tried to keep him from Taylour, because of my dad he missed out on two years –“

“That was not your fault.” Auston asserts. He feels her grip soften almost as if she’s pulling away and quickly shifts. The smooth fabric on the couch squeaks under his jeans, but he now sits with his knee touching hers. If he could touch her more, he would. “You never have to apologize for that.”

“It was because of my dad, how could you not blame me?”

She speaks softly and refuses to make eye contact. Auston can see a tear stuck to her cheek, the stream from another that fell earlier. It’s clear she is trying to mask her emotions, Auston just doesn’t understand why after all they’ve been through.

“You had nothing to do with Paul’s decision. If I thought you were even the slightest bit responsible I wouldn’t consider dating again.” Auston raises his voice, purely out of frustration. “I may have been his target, but I honestly think you were hurt the most by his actions.”

“Okay,” she brushes past the comment. “I still fought you instead of welcoming you. I never once made this easy for you, in fact I made it hell and yet your still here. Not just as my friend, but you’re here, listening to what I have to say.”

“I’ll always listen to what you have to say.”

Tia needs to understand the meaning of that statement - is he being polite or is he saying the door is never closed? She hopes that his expression will tell more than his words and brings her gaze to him only for her heart to break. He looks more hurt than ever before.

“Is there something you have to say Tia?” Heidi encourages her, not wanting to let them fall into a silence.

Tia blinks back the tears she has been fighting for the last ten minutes, “I guess…” she clears her throat, “I guess –“

“Tell him, not me,” Heidi interrupts her.

“I guess I just needed you to know.” Tia lets out another shaky breath, it’s harder than she thought to say these words. “I understand why you don’t want to do this…” she trails off thinking of all the reasons he has to walk away, because that list is a mile long. “But you need to know I am sorry; I know I haven’t always been the best person to you, that I don’t deserve you…regardless of what happens, you will always be important to me, and I am so grateful to have had you in my life, even if only briefly.”

“Why don’t you think you deserve him?” Heidi asks the question Auston had been thinking but was too scared to ask.

“The world tells me I don’t. I’m an ex-stripper and everyone has this preconceived notion about me, I’m a slut, a gold digger, I got pregnant on purpose.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” His face contorts and Tia can feel the steam erupting from his nostrils. “Why the hell would you think that?”

“Because everyone and their mother thinks it. This entire city worships the ground you walk on but shames me for just existing.”

“Well, they’re a bunch of idiots that couldn’t be further from the truth. You have one of the warmest hearts I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. My life would not be the same without you, I would not be the same without you.”

Auston doesn’t say anything else. His face doesn’t soften. Tears don’t brim in his eyes. His breathing doesn’t even shift. He doesn’t do anything, and Tia is once again confused by him.

“Knowing that, do you still feel unworthy of him?” Heidi glances to Tia, over to Auston then back to Tia again.

Tia chews on the inside of her cheek and runs a hand through her hair. She wants to not just believe everything he says but feel it in every part of her, but how can one sentence overwrite things she has been told for years?

“I mean,” she takes another second to consider her answer. “I don’t know.”

“And why is that?” Heidi continues to prompt her, ignoring the very exaggerated eyeroll.

“Because of him!” She stammers out then pauses for a second, taking that time to gather herself as best she can. “This last year wasn’t easy, the drugs, rumours, my mom, through it all, all he did was support me and encourage me to get better. I don’t think he stopped to think about himself, or if he’d get hurt, he just blindly and selflessly dove in to help me. I don’t think I could ever be worthy of that.”

Auston heard nothing after that. Heidi and Tia talked, maybe they asked him questions, maybe they didn’t and the three of them sat in complete silence. He felt nothing, no anger, no pain, no joy or confusion. He went completely numb to everything and anything around him until Tia tapped his shoulder.

The wind was loud when they stepped outside and the sharp winter air cut against his skin. Ice crunched under their feet as they walked down the driveway. He tucked his head into the collar of his jacket and shoved his hands into his pockets, silently walking beside Tia to the car.

Tia kept glancing up to him, hopeful she’d see a sign that he wasn’t trapped inside, but he moved like stone. She had no idea what he is thinking, how he was feeling, or if he got what he wanted from the session, assuming he had a goal. After ten minutes he completely shut down. He still held her hand but never again squeezed it. She didn’t notice his body stiffen or eyes roll, his breathing remained slow and steady. If she didn’t tell him it was time to leave he’d probably still be sitting on that couch, staring at the wall.

She stops at the passenger door to his blue Lamborghini and reaches for the handle when he forcefully slams it shut.

“If you ever think you aren’t worthy of anyone you need to check yourself.” The amount of anger in his voice shocks them both. “You are an amazing human being, and don’t ever let someone say otherwise. Promise?”

Pulling her lower lip between her teeth her eyes dart over his face and she nods. Auston takes his palm off the door and steps back, letting her climb inside.

The drive back to condo was like so much of their time together recently, silent. The radio was on but set to a decibel that could barely be heard over the faint hum of the heater. He isn’t white knuckling the steering wheel while mumbling under his breath. He isn’t fighting back tears and the curling of his lips as if he is struggling to not fall apart. He isn’t smiling and glancing to her from the side of his eye with a sweet but devious grin, as if he is excited to get home. It’s as if she isn’t even there.

The walk to the elevator was silent.

The elevator ride was silent.

The walk down the hall was silent.

Tia doesn’t even know why he brought her back here. Her apartment was on the way home. His silence spoke volumes.

“Auston what –“ she starts once she realizes they are at his apartment and not Fred’s.

Firmly gripping her wrist, he tugs her inside and swiftly cages her against the door. Her eyes dart from left to right and he watches every imaginable emotion blanket her face in under three seconds. Without a word he leans down and connects his lips to hers and they both relax. It’s not a fiery tongue filled kiss where he rips every article of clothing off in seconds, instead its soft and light, filled with everything they had been holding onto all those years.

“I like you T.”

“You do?” She breathes out, eyes welling with happy tears for a change.

“I never stopped.” He kisses her again. “But if something is bothering you, no matter how small, you have to tell me, okay?”

“Okay. I promise.” When the words come out so does all the stress she has been harbouring, and for the first time in weeks she is at ease.

“I need you to remember one thing,” he presses her coat off her shoulders and grins when it lands in a heap on the floor. “You’re way too good for me.”

They spent the next ten minutes slooooowly making their way down the hall. They kept stopping to take off her shirt, take off his, there was a trail of clothes littering the hall. Before they even made it to his room he reached down and grabbed the back of her thighs. And because being wrapped in his arms was always her spot, she instinctively jumped.

A slight giggle slips out which only made Auston smile more, and he presses her against the wall for added support to kiss her again. Her hands glide into his hair and her hips gently roll forward, making Auston grunt into her mouth.

He begins to walk and when he feels his knees crash against the bed he slowly lowers her onto the soft duvet. His hands begin to roam her body, along with his mouth, hitting every curve and crevice, relearning every swell. He can smell her lavender body wash, and it is euphoric, intoxicating; he could have spent the entire afternoon just kissing her.

He could have. But there is no way he was going to.

Her hand runs along his jaw and tangles into his chain to pull him closer. His knee slots between her thighs and she gets lost in the moment, lost in him. They continue to kiss but his hand works its way around her body. She shudders at the touch but arches her back. He pauses at the clasp before expertly ripping it open, and lets out a hefty breath when her breasts spring free.

Her hands slide down his broad shoulders and trail over his warm skin. Through her excitement, she fumbles with the elastic band of his boxer, but after a few seconds her nails slip under and she works to free his hardening cock. Every part of her is wrecked with anticipation and Auston can feel it against knee.

“Fuck T.” He sucks at her lower lip while dragging the thin satin fabric down her thighs. He groans when two of his fingers graze over her entrance. “I missed seeing you like this.”

“You’ll never have too again.”

Auston doesn’t want to, but he has to pull away. He never thought he’d see Tia like this again, naked and on his bed, but now that he has her, he needs this engrained to his memory. The freckles on her ribcage, the faint red marks on her sides – remnant of her pregnancy with their son - perky and round breasts and a glistening pussy.

Her entire body jolts when two of his fingers dip inside her, and he smiles against her lips. They slowly start moving in and out, and it doesn’t take long for him to find the spot he remembers so well. One leg wraps around his waist and she groans into his mouth as he pumps in and out. His free hand quickly finds her pebbling breast and tugs on her nipple.

He revels in the sounds – her breathy moans and the slurp coming from between her legs. She is quickly at the edge. Auston always knew what to do and how to do it, but this is so much more. This is her body finally welcoming back the piece it has been yearning for, and the thought alone has her teetering. All it takes is his thumb circling her clit a few times and she is a goner – releasing a string of curse words and moans as her walls tighten around his fingers. She drenches his fingers and he works her through it, mumbling in her ear to encourage her sweet collapse.

Auston removes his hand and begins kissing his way down her body. Hot, open-mouthed, sloppy kisses are everywhere, her jaw, shoulder, neck. He starts to make his way to what he’s been craving for so long.

“Aus,” she pleads, giving his hair a soft tug.

“Yeah baby,” her murmurs thickly against her ribcage.

“I need you.”

“You have me.”

“No.” She tugs a little harder this time. “I can’t wait, I need you, now.”

“Seriously?” He doesn’t even try to hide his disappointment. “I want to,” he nods and winks.

“Later. It’s been too long; I need to feel you.”

“I’m doing it tonight.” He swiftly informs her, beginning to climb back up her body. “And tomorrow morning.”

“Deal.” As much as she can’t wait any longer to be stretched by his dick, she knows she can’t wait too long to feel his tongue between her walls.

Auston shifts his weight and reaches into the side table for the condoms and Tia feels some of his excitement leak onto her thigh and smiles – she knew he wasn’t that upset.

He is quick to enter her, but he doesn’t move right away. He’s content to watch her eyes flutter and bask in the feeling as she becomes re-accustomed to his girth. He missed this, missed her and could easily take a moment to enjoy it, but when her nails scratch along his should blades, he starts to move.

Its slow, but deep and thorough, moaning loudly as he drags his cock through her heat. He pulls back and presses his hips back to hers, then leans down to kiss her, he never wants to stop kissing her.

“You thought about this didn’t you?” He huffs, finding a steady pace that constantly has her gasping in pleasure. “When you were alone in bed?”

“Yes,” she bites at her lower lip and nods. “All the time.”

“I did too,” he tells her between kisses. “Now that you’re my girlfriend we can do it all the time.”

Hearing him call her that made her pussy quiver. Auston reaches down and grabs her thigh and holds it over his hip. He thrusts in and out, groaning and moaning as his release began to build.

“You are my girlfriend, right?”

Up until this point Tia had only heard ferocity and hunger when he spoke. Every word was thick and warm, pulling her closer and closer to ecstasy. This is different, she hears worry and feels nothing but hopelessness as if he is scared of what’s to come. Not that she can blame him, in the past year they never made it past breakfast the following morning.

She brings her hand over and cradles his jaw, and sweetly looks up into his eyes. “Yeah, Auston, I am. I’m not going anywhere. I need you.”

All his life, everyone talked about three words, eight letters, and the weight they bear. I love you. They are supposed to hold all meaning, but they don’t. I need you, those are the eight letters, three words, that he needed to hear.

Auston’s lips crash against hers. No more words are said just the rhythmic squeak of his bed frame mixed with grunts and moans until finally her sweet whimpers feel the air. Auston pumps into her a few more times, but the feeling of Tia tightening around his cock sends him careening over the edge with her. He releases everything into the condom and collapses onto her body so they can both catch their breath.

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"Heya, Kid" | Part Two - Stranded

"Heya, Kid" Masterlist

Summary: Austin remains protective of you during your last day on set and when a winter storm threatens to ruin his Thanksgiving, you think of a way to express your gratitude.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Insults, Threats of Violence, Tense Situations, Discussion of Death and Gore, Cats, Mature/Explicit Themes [Indecent Exposure, Dirty Talk, Discussion of Wet Dreams, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Penetrative Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Oral - F receiving, Cum Play (if you squint)} - +18 Only

Author's Note: In editing this I realized the cat feeding schedule might confuse people?! My cat eats many small meals around the clock, so it's not a mistake, just my weirdness projected into this story.

Word Count: 7288

Your alarm startled you awake early the next morning, and you sat up sharply, taking a moment to regain your bearings. Odd…your cat was not sleeping on the end of the bed as she usually was…You sighed deeply and slid out from under the warmth of your blankets to get ready in the washroom. You stumbled to a stop in the doorway to the living room as your eyes fell on Austin and your cat happily sleeping away on the couch.

“Traitor…” You whispered fondly and received a dramatic feline yawn in reply.

Laying your hand on his shoulder, you spoke his name softly.

“Austin…It’s time to get up…”

His hand shot out to grab your wrist, as he had in the car that first night, only this time you had to press your lips together to smother your yelp at the pain of it. His eyes, which had only opened a crack, shot wide and he pulled his hand back as quickly as if you had burned him. The cat leapt from the couch, trotting over to her bowl expectantly awaiting breakfast.

“Shit, sorry. Ugh...” he groaned a little as he sat up, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. “How long was I asleep?” He asked, rubbing the fabric of the blanket between his fingers.

“All night” You smiled softly. “Do you want the bathroom first or second?”

“You go ahead, I’m still pulling myself back together here…” A jaw-cracking yawn seized him suddenly and you tried not to laugh.

“Ok but I’m turning on the light, so you don’t fall back asleep.” You closed your own eyes as you flicked it on, blinking them to adjust, before continuing to the bathroom.

You finished your morning routine within ten minutes, stepping back into the living room and sighing as his eyes were closed, his head leaning on the back of the couch.

“I’m awake!” He quickly said, springing to his feet and you laughed brightly.

“If you say so…” You made some hummus toast and hot beverages, sitting at the island to eat while listening to the morning radio show on your favourite station.

Austin joined you, devouring the food sleepily.

“I’ll just get dressed and we’ll drive over.” You nodded and you two were on your way shortly thereafter.

“Parking spot 354 is assigned to my room number, you can park underground for free.” He smiled, more awake now as the grey, pale light of early dawn flowed over the city.

“Thanks, Austin.” You smiled in return and wound your way down beneath the building to park in his space.

You took the elevator to the main floor as he selected the floor his room was on.

“See you in a bit.” He smiled softly as you headed out to go through your extensive post-explosion makeup for that day.

It was both fascinating and gruesome, the way they marred your skin with debris and gore before giving you the grey/green pallor of death.

“Freaky!” One of your scene mates squealed and you laughed a little.

They had been a bit cold at first that morning, and you could not blame them considering your behaviour yesterday. Unprovoked, one of the wardrobe techs had started telling a story about a very angry, and still in costume, Connor in the hotel bar the evening before, both warning the four of you of his impending hangover and making it very clear that you had not spent much time in his room at all. It had helped dispel their coolness towards you, for which you were deeply grateful.

The set you walked into upstairs was dressed with debris, but the rest of the effects would be added in post, since they could not destroy a real hotel room. The assistant director helped place the four of you about the room, bodies akimbo as though you had been thrown by the blast. You were pleased to see that Connor’s character was placed a bit further from you, flat on his back on the bed, having been somewhat shielded by the bodies of the women crawling all over him when the bomb went off.

You shuddered a little at the memory of that but otherwise remained still as final approval was given by the director. You could hear conversation happening between a number of voices behind you, including Austin’s, as they blocked his movement through the debris for a rather complex scene from the strains of their discussion that reached your ears. You saw a collection of shoes come to rest in your eyeline and heard Austin’s sharp intake of breath.

“Fuck, make-up did a good job, though.” He crouched down and frowned as he looked you over.

“’Tis but a scratch.” You mimicked a line from Monty Python’s Holy Grail and grinned as Austin cracked up. It was nice to make the others laugh as well, but he had looked so concerned at your state, it was especially lovely to see him relax.

Connor’s voice drifted into the room from the hallway, making you tense and Austin’s head snap in the direction of it. He stood to his full height and subtly shifted to block you from view behind his lanky legs as he continued his conversation with the director. Your heart throbbed a little as he stayed anchored to that spot, turning to speak to the others as they moved about the room, but never leaving his protective position. It was a good thing he was no longer facing you otherwise he would see the intense adoration you felt for him all over your face.

You were quite relieved to overhear that Connor would only be there for a few hours; the majority of the shots would be done with his stunt double. Each take had Austin moving back to the door, hurrying in to cry out for the foot soldiers to call for ambulances, as though the explosion had just happened. All the while looking quite pleased with the effectiveness of his weapon. There was a monologue he delivered to the corpse of the despicable mob boss played by Connor before he finished with a moment of remorse over your crumpled body.

And there he would remain, standing over you until the very last moment of the reset, until the assistant director shouted for ‘places!’. No one questioned it, but he was terribly effective at shielding you. As the crew broke for lunch you looked up as he held your robe out to you. You stood and slid it on carefully, turning to thank him. You blinked as he was frowning again. Clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth again.

“What’s wrong?” You asked quickly.

“I don’t suppose they put any bruising on your back?” He asked softly and you shook your head quickly before the memory of Connor slamming you back into the wall flashed before your eyes.

“Oh…” You frowned as well.

“I’ll get your sister to take a look at it.” He nodded and headed out carefully, not wanting to attract any more attention as everyone started to make their way to the lunchroom.

Your sister was waiting in the hall and took your arm, leading you down to her hotel room where she helped you get a good look at the marks on your back.

“You’d have grounds to…” She muttered and you sighed, shaking your head.

“Austin stopped anything truly unspeakable from happening…Not that I like the idea of him doing this to someone else…it’s just a very thin case…”

“I’ll get makeup to leak something, how about that?” She tilted her head and grinned broadly as you nodded your acquiescence. “You know, I’ve never seen him so angry as he was this morning. Ranting about tearing Connor limb from limb while also railing that it would ruin his career. So, we’ll let rumours take care it.”

There was a knock on the door before you could reply and your sister opened it to reveal Austin carrying three lunches. It was a nice, quiet meal. Well, aside from the two of them constantly mocking your deceased visage.

“Look, I’ll be alive again in a few hours, ok?!” You laughed softly and spent the rest of the break relaxing away from the bustle of the rest of the crew, pondering your sister’s comments about Austin’s rage.

After lunch, they lined up the close-ups for Connor and Austin and realized that the four of you were not needed so they excused you to wait in the sitting room of the suite on chairs that were covered with plastic to prevent any of the gore on your bodies transferring to the furniture. You had honestly never been in the position of counting down the minutes on set before, but as the end of the day approached, you grew increasingly relieved.

Make-up came and did some more touch-ups on you all before you were called back into the room. You were about to cross the threshold when Connor was suddenly blocking your way, making you stumble to a stop as your blood ran cold.

“Move it, tease.” He snarled and raised his hand to shove you out of the way until Austin’s tanned, elegant fingers wrapped around his wrist from behind.

“Just give her a moment, pretty sure she wants nothing more to do with you.” He ground out lowly and you turned, pressing back against the wall to allow him to pass.

While you were unable to see Austin’s face, you could see his muscled forearm exposed by the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. Could see the way those muscles were bunched, the veins bulged. The way Austin’s grip on Connor was so tight it drove the blood from his fingertips, turning them white. Your wrist ached sympathetically, but you felt no pity for Connor himself.

Only once you were out of the way did Austin release his hand. Connor made a big show of yanking his hand free as soon as he felt the grip loosen, before storming off down the hall. You looked to Austin nervously, but he simply smiled and waived the four of you into the room, followed by Connor’s stunt double. There were whispers and murmurs but the assistant director commanded order once more and the director was able to capture all the footage they wanted of the scene.

There were ‘good job’s and farewells as the four of you were escorted off set and scrubbed clean before sliding back into your own clothing. Once you had your phone back, you texted your sister, asking her to thank Austin for you again. Your phone buzzed as you walked home, and you blinked as the number was unknown. You pulled it up hesitantly but smiled softly to see it was Austin.

– Hey, it’s Austin. Got your number from your sister, she swears you won’t mind, but if you do it’s her fault. I’m glad you were able to finish the role without too much bullshit from Connor. Let me know if you need anything else, ok? –

Swiping your key fob, you headed into your building and up to your apartment. As you opened the door, you raised your eyebrows as the cat was not immediately there to greet you on arrival. Unusual. You peered around the corner into the living room and clapped your hand over your mouth to smother your laugh. She was curled up tightly in a ball on the blanket that undoubtedly still smelled of Austin. You took a photo as quickly and quietly as possible before calling her name.

She gave you a sweet little trilling sound in greeting, trotting over to rub against your legs as you sent the photo to Austin.

– She really likes you. –

– I should come see her again – He replied.

– We would both like that. – You chewed on your lip as you sent that, hoping it was not too forward.

– So would I –

His reply made you smile with a sigh of relief.

It was nice to get back to your normal life the next day, waking up at your usual time and following a regular routine. Arriving home with fresh groceries you were startled to find Austin in the lobby, just about to buzz your phone.

“Hey, I uh…” He smiled at you sheepishly as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Checking in for cat adoration duty?”

Laughter bubbled up from your chest as you unlocked the door, holding it open for him. While you had not expected him to show up quite so soon, you were admittedly delighted.

“She’ll be thrilled to see you.”

Indeed, she was, meowing loudly and throwing herself down on the hardwood to expose her belly to him eagerly. Sidling past him as he knelt to indulge her, you stepped into the kitchen, setting the bags on the counter to unpack the groceries. The radio was playing in the background, something you left on to ‘keep the cat company.’ But the discussion of a potential winter storm next week caught your attention.

Austin came to stand beside you, cradling the cat in his arms as she enthusiastically rubbed her cheeks against his jawline. Envy of a cat was a new experience for you, but acutely felt.

“Damn…” He murmured and you looked up to him curiously. “Supposed to fly home for Thanksgiving after filming on Wednesday…if that forecast is accurate...”

You frowned softly and pulled up your weather app on your phone, making a bit of a face.

“80% chance six days out…But it could always change.” You tacked on, trying to be reassuring.

Your efforts were rewarded with a smile before he looked over your groceries.

“Can we cook?” He asked hopefully and you happily agreed.

Forty-five minutes later, you sat down together at the island counter to enjoy the fruits of your labour.

“Can we finish that movie? I’m off tomorrow.” He looked at you with adorably pleading eyes and you laughed warmly, bowing your head shyly to focus on breathing like a functional adult.

“Of course we can. You don’t have to keep asking permission, either.” You collected the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, settling in to finish the movie.

Well, you tried. Austin made it about forty-two minutes before he was once again passed out. You crept into your room, putting on fresh pillowcases before you woke him gently, hand on his shoulder.

This time, he did not grasp your wrist. No. He sighed your name, blanking your mind out completely before you processed the fact that he was blinking up at you defenselessly.

“You get the bed tonight…” You said gently to his groggy, bewildered face.

Using his fatigued state to your advantage, you took his hands and tugged him to his feet, walking backwards as you led him into your room. You tucked him into your bed with your cat, setting up some pillows and blankets to sleep on the couch yourself. You did not have the most comfortable sleep, but it was Friday today, as well as your work-from-home day.

Your cat made a brief appearance for breakfast, but immediately returned to bed with Austin as you settled in to work at your desk in the living room. You grew somewhat concerned as noon approached and neither of them had emerged from the bedroom. Peering into the room through the cracked door you had to smother your giggle with your hand.

Austin was curled up on his side with your cat nestled against his chest. She was laying on her back, one paw stretched towards the heavens, purring loudly. There was that envy again. You managed to sneak a photo before knocking on the door gently.

There was a sharp inhale of breath and some flailing before he sat up, once again groggy and bewildered.

“Holy fuck what time is it?” He mumbled, squinting into the daylight.

You pressed your lips together to smother your chuckle and cleared your throat.

“Almost lunch. Any requests?”

He shook his head, scrubbing his hands over his face, trying to wake himself up fully.

“I’ll think of something then. You’re welcome to shower or whatever. I’m, obviously, working from home today so…” You realized you were rambling, so you trailed off with a smile before heading to the kitchen to throw something brunch-like together.

He shuffled by to the washroom before emerging, eyes brighter and looking rested for the first time since he had arrived. You offered him a plate of food and took your break with him on the couch, eating happily. He left you to the rest of your workday, walking back to the hotel. You found yourself gazing off several times that afternoon with a soft grin on your face. No, you were decidedly not over your crush on this man at all.

As the days passed, the forecast for the winter storm became more severe and more likely. By Monday, all the flights out of the city were fully booked, if not over booked. The only reason you knew this was because you and Austin had begun a regular text correspondence. The director had reworked the schedule to the very limit, freeing him up for a departure around noon on Wednesday, but it was all for naught. Even if he drove south to Washington state or west to Calgary it was no good. There was not a flight to be found.

He seemed quite upset about missing the important family holiday, and you tried to distract him with cat pictures and videos as you stewed on an idea that had popped into your head. Tuesday morning you swung by the hotel to surprise your sister with some Starbucks and a brief walk along the waterfront before work.

“It all seems so peaceful and warm now…” She muttered and shook her head. “The calm before the storm!” She finished dramatically and you laughed brightly.

“Well…it’s kind of why I’m here…About how many stranded Americans do you think are here?”

She eyed you thoughtfully, footsteps halting as she made a mental tally.

“I’d say twenty? Twenty that can’t just drive home to Seattle…why?” She tilted her head suspiciously.

“You know how huge mom and dad’s house is and…well I have some holidays to use up before year end. I was thinking of throwing together a very ad hoc Thanksgiving-esque experience? Don’t look at me like that, why are you staring?!” You pointed at the stunned facial expression that bloomed on her face.

“I just…wow, that’s an awesome idea!”

You relaxed slightly at her exclamation.

“Would you…be open to inviting the people? I’ll get turkey, potatoes, and pre-made pies. We just need people to bring sides and stuff to stay over because…well it’s going to be impossible to travel for a few days.”

“I get the master bedroom then!” She grinned and took your arm as you shook your head, laughing ruefully as you walked back towards the hotel.

You parted ways there, heading into the office to request the rest of the week off. Your boss was hesitant but eventually agreed. With the storm on the horizon, it was doubtful that much work would be getting done anyway. At the end of the day, you headed to the grocery store and stocked up on turkey, potatoes, and pie for twenty, taking it over to your parents’ house. You spent the night at home before packing up your cat and moving her into the carriage house in their backyard. They had renovated it into a one-bedroom guest suite with kitchenette shortly after Austin had come into your lives.

Small and secluded, she would be comfortable with you there no matter how raucous the main house became. You made up beds and found air mattresses and sleeping bags. Let it never be said your mother was unprepared for anything. The turkey went into the oven around noon before you moved to set up the tables. You extended both the dining and kitchen tables as long as possible, lining them up to stretch into the living room as one long table.

You were in the middle of battling with a remarkably long tablecloth when you heard your sister call out from the front hall.

“Help has arrived!!” She cried, hustling into the kitchen with several bags of dinner rolls. Austin was hot on her heels with a few salads.

“Here let me help with that.” He smiled to you warmly and set down his armload before grabbing the end of the tablecloth to help you drape it across the two tables. “This is incredible, thank you so much for making this happen.” His eyes met yours, glowing with earnest warmth.

You looked down quickly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gratitude, smoothing your hair nervously.

“My pleasure…really…” You swallowed nervously and looked over to your sister as she spoke.

“So, we’ve got twenty-five including you and I.” She began digging out serving platters from the top levels of the cupboards. “Does mom still have that ridiculous turkey centerpiece?”

You giggled and nodded, knowing exactly which one she meant.

“She sure does, it’s in the holiday cupboard upstairs.” She quickly headed up to locate it while you and Austin worked at setting out chairs. “Looks like four of us will have to eat at the island…but we should all fit.”

“Thank you.” He repeated again softly and pulled you into a tight hug, bodies flush against one another. “If I can’t be with my real family at least I get to be with you two.”

Swallowing roughly, you slid your arms around his slender waist, squeezing him in return.

“I definitely owe you, I’m very happy to do it.” You murmured against his chest shyly.

“Found it!” You heard your sister’s triumphant cry as she stampeded down the stairs and the pair of you pulled apart quickly, looking busy when she carried in the cartoonish, ceramic turkey and plonked it down in the centre of the table. “Now, it’s Thanksgiving.” She declared, sending you all into a fit of laughter.

Working together, you peeled and quartered potatoes, getting several pots boiling just as the snow started to fall. Thankfully, Austin was there to help with mashing them all, switching out with you or your sister when your arms started to burn. Guests began arriving around five o’clock, just as the turkey came to temperature.

“Austin, could I bother you to help me pull this beast out of the oven? It’s thirty pounds and I barely got it in there.”

His eyes widened in awe before he excitedly pulled on oven mitts and lifted the damn thing by himself, setting it on the counter to rest before it would be carved. The sides that arrived were a mishmash of whatever could be found at the grocery store as the storm began to ramp up outside. Some brilliant soul had brought enough eggs to feed an army – breakfast for tomorrow.

All flights were canceled, as predicted, but the stranded Americans had a feast of a meal crammed around the tables. You had meant to sit at the counter, but someone had declared that you, Austin, and your sister were not allowed to work anymore, and your trio was seated on the backside of the table, unable to get up even if you wanted to.

Food was demolished, conversation flowed, and the storm outside raged on. You found yourself taking a pause, leaning back in your chair and just soaking it all in.

“Best Thanksgiving of my life.” Austin whispered against your ear, sending the thrill of a shiver through you.

“Me too…” You glanced at him shyly as you nodded in agreement.

Four pies disappeared before the crowd finally declared they were sated, and they broke off into smaller groups. Some went to watch A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving in the family room downstairs, while others went out to the hot tub, and a dedicated group stayed to wash dishes and clean up. You decided to leave the table set up as-is for breakfast in the morning before your sister went off to watch the movie as well. Austin looked to you curiously.

“What are you thinking?” He tilted his head, and you bit your lip in thought.

“Hot tub?” You asked hesitantly.

“Oh, I didn’t bring a suit...damnit…”

“Well, my dad has some… you could borrow one? If you are ok with that, I know it might be a bit weird but,”

“Yes, perfect.” He cut you off and seized your hand. He pulled you upstairs to dig through your father’s closet, producing a few options.

He took the plain, black swim trunks and nodded. You grabbed some towels and a pair of tuques.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?” He asked as you headed back down the hall.

“I’ve set myself up with the cat in the carriage house. There’s a sofa bed out there too if you haven’t claimed anywhere yet?”

“That’s perfect, I was wondering if she was here.” He grabbed his bag and slid on his shoes, running out through the snow with you to the carriage house.

You left him snuggling the cat as you headed into the bedroom to pull on your swimsuit and one of the tuques to keep you warm despite the driving snow.

“Am I ok to come out?” You asked through the door and waited as you heard a bit of struggle.

“Uh, yup!” He finally declared and you stepped out, mouth suddenly, violently dry at the vision of him in the slightly-too-large trunks barely clinging to his hips. The definition of his Adonis belt was enough to fell any person.

You tore your eyes from his physique and only then noticed his own were busily tracing the lines of your swimsuit, making heat rush through you.

“Here.” You abruptly held the tuque out to him, and he looked it over skeptically.

“I don’t think I can go out there wearing a Vancouver Canucks beanie…” He crinkled his nose.

“It’s a tuque and yes you can, or you’ll get cold.” You grinned a little, drunk on good food and excellent company, and stepped forward, pulling it onto his head firmly.

He playfully tried to thrash away, making you both unsteady on your feet. His warm palms quickly cupped your elbows, long fingers stretching up your biceps as he steadied you. The feel of his skin on yours made goosebumps race up your arms and pulled your nipples to stiff peaks against the lycra of your swimsuit.

“Thanks.” He smirked, hat partially pulled down over one eye and you laughed breathlessly.

He was so very close and smelled incredible…like whiskey and pumpkin pie and sandalwood. Your eyes were threatening to flutter shut, but thankfully your cat let out a mournful meow by her food dish.

“Oh, my goodness, yes darling it’s well past dinner, please forgive me.” You quickly went about feeding her before turning back to Austin. “Ready, sorry.”

“No apologies necessary.” He grinned, having been watching the two of you fondly. He pulled open the door and led you out through the now ankle-deep snow to join the others in the hot tub.

It was a tight squeeze, but you managed to slide into the warm water, Austin pressed fully against your side. Chatting and laughing for nearly an hour, eventually the rest of the group drifted inside to bed, leaving you and Austin as the last brave souls outside. Both your tuques were now plastered white with the thickly falling snow, and despite the excess of room, neither of you had made a move to put an inch of space between your bodies.

You leaned your head back to catch some snow on your tongue, brimming with satisfaction at how well your plan had gone.

“You know why I started calling you kid?” Austin said suddenly into the muffled silence of the night.

There was a quality to his voice, one that you had never heard before, that made it deeper and somewhat rougher. You turned to look at him curiously, surprisingly no longer angry to hear that term on his lips. You raised your eyebrows in silent prompting to continue.

“To remind myself that you were off limits…because I was so damned attracted to you, but it was definitely not legal…” You watched his lips form the words, a sort of ringing in your ears as it felt as though your heart briefly stopped.

“Wh…what?” You breathed shakily.

“I liked you from the moment I saw you, your parents’ pool is not that great…” He chuckled and looked down reflectively. “You’ve always been such a lovely person and now you’re an incredible woman…I could barely process it when I saw you in the foyer, so I just kept saying ‘kid.’” He sighed and leaned forward to rest his elbows his knees, looking back at you over his shoulder as his fingers ran along his jaw contemplatively. “And…well I just wanted you to know that I am still so very sorry that my own internal oddness hurt you so much…”

You had completely lost the ability to speak, to control your tongue, to form words. So, you reached out a hand, setting it on his cheek gently. You let out a soft noise of awe mixed with desperation as he pressed into your touch. His eyes snapped to yours and his tongue dragged along his generous lips before he began to turn toward you, to lean in. You surged forward to meet him, lips colliding with his in an explosion of thirteen years of pent-up attraction.

He lifted his hands from the water to cup your cheeks, scattering droplets across your heated skin. Your lips dragged along his, pressed against his, awakening a delicious buzz in the million nerve endings there. You tried to swallow back your mewl of delight, but you felt him smirk into the kiss and knew he had most assuredly heard it. Seeking anchorage, your hands gripped the sinewy muscle of his flanks under the water, thumbs sweeping up and down the ridge of his obliques. It was your turn to smirk as you felt, more than heard, his hum of delight. Tilting his head, he began to place open-mouthed kisses against your lips, sucking at your lower lip until your mouth parted for him.

As his tongue glided along yours, your grip on his sides tightened, fingers digging into his skin as you shifted closer. One of his hands dropped to your lower back, closing all distance between your torsos as he pressed tightly into you. The other shifted to grip the sides of your chin, controlling and guiding the angle of your head so his tongue could better reach every corner of your mouth. As your lungs began to ache, begging for air, you pulled back a fraction from his demanding kiss, panting heavily as your arms wound fully around him, hands pressing into his back. You looked up at him through your lashes in wonderment, not entirely convinced this was reality.

He kissed your nose gently, eyes reflecting a similar emotion.

“We should get you out of the water, prune fingers.” He grinned and you laughed brightly at the unexpected comment.

“Come on then…” You murmured thickly, voice roughened by arousal, and unwound yourself from his body.

Your arms felt instantly and mournfully empty, but you were not given much time to reflect on it as he slid to his feet. Those oversized trunks were yanked down by the swirl of the water around his hips, and you were treated to sight of his semi-hard, lengthy cock before he quickly yanked the fabric back up.

“Shit” He muttered, a rosy, pink blush blooming across his cheeks.

You were on your feet in a matter of moments, grabbing his hand and pulling him from the hot tub. You barely remembered to throw the cover back on it before shoving your feet into your shoes and shuffling through the deepening snow, the cold flakes sparking against your sweltering skin. His fingers laced through yours, following closely behind as you headed straight into the bedroom of the carriage house, turning to shut the door so the cat did not mistakenly think she was invited.

Glancing around the room, he spotted the ensuite and tugged you in there, releasing his grip on the trunks and letting them slide to tile floor with a wet splat. Reaching up to tug off his damp tuque covered in rapidly melting snow, you tossed it into the sink before sliding your fingers into his hair and pulling his lips down to yours once again.

Eagerly resuming his thorough tasting of your mouth, his own hands removed your tuque as well before they fell to cup your butt, pulling you close against him as he pushed you back against the vanity. Feeling his length sandwiched between your bodies, you rolled your hips forward to rub the fabric of your swimsuit along him teasingly. He shuddered against you, moaning slightly as his hands trailed up your sides to cup your breasts, drawing a reciprocal moan from you as they engulfed your sensitive flesh hotly. He manipulated the fabric of your swimsuit to drag the lining along your tender nubs, making you tremble against him as your fingers wove tighter into his sandy blonde hair.

Wanting him even closer, you backed up to sit on the counter, parting your legs to pull his hips flush to yours. Breaking your kiss, the pair of you groaned eagerly before he hungrily kissed along your jaw to attack the column of your throat. His hands busied themselves with the straps of your bathing suit and you dropped your arms to assist him in stripping you to your waist so that he might seal his mouth around the first nipple he could reach.

Arching and bucking against him, you clung to his shoulders as your head fell back with a soft cry of his name. Somehow, he managed to surge even closer to you at that sound and you gasped it again.

“Austin!” You bucked against him needily as he circled and tugged your other nipple with his fingers.

He groaned raggedly and started working your swimsuit the rest of the way off. You lifted your hips to help before your suit joined his on the floor with a wet splat of its own. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he hoisted you with a firm grim on your butt and carried you over to the bed. Gasping in surprise, you gripped his shoulders to try and hold yourself up, to assist him. He chuckled and shook his head before laying you down, standing between your legs at the foot of the bed to gaze down at you deliriously.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” He ground out, tongue painting his kiss-swollen lips with a fresh coat of glossy saliva.

You bit your lip savagely, eyes staring up at him, frozen at the intensity of his statement. He smiled fondly and leaned down over you to kiss you warmly, whispering against your lips.

“God, I wish I had a condom…but I’m gonna make you feel so good anyway. Can I? Please?”

Looking up into his deep blue eyes you huffed a little in frustration. You had been hoping for this for over a decade and you were not going to let anything hold you back.

“I want you.” You stated boldly. “All of you. I am on birth control, and I want that gorgeous cock inside me.” You gulped a little as you had definitely said that aloud, your impetuousness shining through, but all your cards were now on the table.

He slammed the heel of his palm between his eyebrows, abdominal muscles tensing and flexing as precum began to leak from the tip of his length.

“You are countless wet dreams come to life.” His voice had a hint of a whine to it as he took slow, deep breaths.

You clenched around nothing at the flood of mental images that statement provided. Feeling slightly guilty, you stayed very, very still until he seemed to regain control of his body. He crawled over you, hand sliding to the middle of your back to guide you to shuffle with him up to the pillows before he caught your lips in a searing kiss. Hand cupping between your thighs, his elegant fingers traced along your heated folds before parting them to coat his fingertips with your arousal, circling your entrance. Panting eagerly against his lips, you gripped at his biceps, nails biting slightly at his skin. His warm breath caressed your face as he chuckled at the way you squirmed for him before he shifted to nibble at your lower lip.

When, at last, his fingers began to circle your clitoris, your nails dug into his skin almost painfully. He pulled back to look over your face, watching the way your eyes clenched shut and your lips parted to form soft curses.

“Oh, my pretty girl, do you need me as much as I need you?”

“Uh huh!” You whimpered and grazed your teeth along his jaw needily.

He pressed his lips to yours, briefly, hotly, before they trailed down your throat once more. As his forefinger began to sink into you, he sucked the tender flesh just below the hinge of your jaw between his lips. The combined sensations had you arching off the bed eagerly, scratching at his biceps as you cried out raggedly. A deep hum of approval reverberated against your throat as his middle finger joined his forefinger, thrusting into, and massaging, your walls rhythmically as his thumb took over the stimulation of your clitoris. Hooking his fingers forward, he searched until he felt that spongey spot deep inside you.

You gasped sharply and gripped his forearm bruisingly to keep him right there.

“Ohfuckyes…. please Austin…” You panted, chest heaving as he obliged, massaging insistently, making your eyes roll back in your head.

As you writhed beneath him, the soft flesh of your thigh brushed against the weeping tip of his cock. You had just enough mental capacity to focus on repeating that motion, wanting to give him just a taste of the pleasure he was giving you. His lips fell back from the throbbing spot on your throat with a shuddering gasp, and you were quite certain he had marked you. He ran his the flat of his tongue up the side of your neck, tasting your pulse as your heart crashed against your ribs. Your body was arching tighter and tighter, muscles tensing to rigidity until your orgasm pulled you under, drowning you in ecstasy, the tension ebbing from you as you gasped for breath.

“I’m going to make you do that again…” He groaned needily and caught your lips in a kiss without finesse. A kiss of pure desperation that had your hand reaching between your bodies to seek his length. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, your stroked along him, making his breath stutter against your lips and his hips buck towards your hand.

“I’m…you gotta…if you want me inside you, do it now…” He gritted out, brows knitted together in the effort of restraint. “Want you so bad I can barely hold on…”

You moaned softly at the impact of his words before shifting and lifting your hips, guiding him into your still quivering heat. He buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, groaning in agony at how well you two fit together. Once he was seated inside you completely, you wrapped your legs around his hips, rocking up against him, trying to encourage him to move.

“Oh fuck…” He hissed and rocked against you in return before sliding his hips back, only to push back into you eagerly.

He shifted back a little, fingers gripping at the headboard, settling onto his knees to thrust in earnest, skin slapping against skin as his near-black eyes bore down into yours with a mind-melting intensity. Your jaw hung open as he held you captive with that gaze, cock dragging along your walls, every vein providing a delicious friction that had the tension in your muscles quickly building again.

It felt so right and justified every fantasy you had ever had. He moaned your name, and you clenched around him involuntarily, sending him into a faster pace as he spat a string of curses, clenching his eyes shut. His hips stuttered, losing their rhythm, before his eyes shot wide.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” He yelped before slamming his hips to yours, filling you with his hot, and obviously unexpected, release.

You chewed on your lip savagely as you drank in the vision of his climax, a feeling of pride blooming beneath your breastbone at driving him to an orgasm like that. He barely gave himself enough time to catch his breath before he was sliding down your body, lips latching onto your clitoris, fingers plunging into your cum-filled heat. Your head thrashed to the side as he did not allow you to lose an inch of ground, easily finding your g-spot once more and silently demanding you climax again with his determined fingers.

Wrenching at the duvet cover, you ground against his mouth before succumbing to his adamant ministrations. A painful howl ripped from your throat as you climaxed for him again, sinking into the bedding bonelessly. He stretched out alongside you, body glistening with sweat, as he gasped for breath from the combined effort of his orgasm and yours.

Fluttering your eyes open, you reached out an arm that felt shockingly heavier than normal and cupped his cheek.

“Austin…” You sighed reverently and he dragged himself forward to kiss you sweetly. So sweetly it made your heart ache.

“When…we…can walk…we need a shower…” He grinned lopsidedly and you laughed breathlessly. The room definitely smelt of chlorine and sex.

“In…case it wasn’t…abundantly obvious…. I’ve been so very attracted to you…since we met…as well.” You panted and pressed a warm kiss to his brow.

After a succession of lazy and adoring kisses, you both felt strong enough to make it to the ensuite and cleaned each other up tenderly. You pressed apologetic kisses to the scratches you’d left on his arms, but he just eyed them proudly. Drying off and tidying the bed, you then slid on your pajamas, and he opened the door to grab his bag from the living room. You both laughed as the cat streaked into the room, obviously put out at her exclusion.

“Sorry darling let’s get you fed again” You kissed her fuzzy head as you picked her up and carried her to the kitchenette.

Once everyone was fed and dressed, the three of you curled up in the cozy bed as the snow continued to fall outside, sleeping deeply and peacefully. As soon as you heard the first few seconds of your alarm the next morning, you flung yourself at your phone to turn it off. Austin looked up at you blearily.

“Sorry I forgot to turn it off.” You set your phone down and slid out of bed to feed the cat, opening the door to take stock of the yard as she dug in. You did not notice Austin waiting for you in the doorway to the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe sleepily.

You gasped as the snow was mid-calf in depth, a record amount for this time of year.

“Shit we really should have brought a shovel with us…” You muttered to yourself and blinked as Austin grabbed your hand, pulling you back towards the bed.

“Guess we’ll just have to wait until someone rescues us.” He grinned broadly and tumbled into the bed with you.

"Heya, Kid" Masterlist

Post-Script: I just wanted to clarify that this was written over the course of the past two weeks. I read the delicious Smutty Sunday by @mrsniallhoran505 this morning and saw that they have also written about premature ejaculation. It's such a hot theme that I was excited to see another author wrote it. Definitely give it a read if this awakened something in you!

#austin butler x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x fem!reader #reader #y/n #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler smut #austin butler #thanksgivingfic #blurredcolour

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Ultimate Chronological Order Imodna Playlist!!!

Hello! I feel like I have to introduce myself ‘cause I’m barely on Tumblr. I’m still learning how to use it, I posted a couple of fanarts and they went really well, so I want to try and make myself a spot in here. My name is Noel (they/them) and I’m a big fan of Critical Role. I started watching a few months ago, with Exandria Unlimited. Once I was done I went ahead and started Campaign 3. I’m currently on episode 49 (I know, I have a lot ahead yet). I also watched the first season of Candela Obscura and a couple of One-Shots.

Today I’m here to talk about the Lesbian Southern Gothic Witches. Earlier this week I started to obsess over a playlist. An Imodna playlist, to be more specific. It started with me listening to one I found on spotify (I will credit below because it’s been a huge inspiration for this project) and I got the urge to make my own. At the beginning it was something chill, something normal…until it was not. Over the course of the last 3 days I haven’t thought about or listened to anything else. I got the idea of making the playlist in chronological order and I started to take it very seriously. I divided their history in 10 different chapters and assigned each song to the correct time period. At first it was just gonna be into chapters, but then I started to put them in order inside the chapters too, and it became very personal. For real, this playlist has been the one and only thing I wanted to talk about for days. Last night I finally finished it. I’ve played it for run tests several times and I think it’s finally ready to see the light (kinda feels like the project of my life even though I only spent a few days working on it).

After all this brainrot it didn’t feel right to just tweet a link to the playlist, I wanted the world to know everything that went through my head in the process of making this. I also don’t have many people around who care about Critical Role, and I thought it was a good opportunity to connect with the fandom. So all of this took me here, to tumblr. All of a sudden it became very clear that this was the perfect place to set my baby free.

There’s some things I wanna make clear before you start reading, the first being the classic: english is not my first language. Sounds like a joke at this point but for real, it’s very likely that this thing is full of grammatical mistakes and I want to apologize in advance (specially about the in/on/at situation, I’ve been having lots of trouble with those for some reason) This is also the first time I do something like this so it may not be perfect. The second thing is that this will obviously be filled with spoilers. In fact I actually haven’t even got to The Scene, I saw it around on Tumblr and Twitter (impossible to avoid that spoiler, but I don’t really care). I’m aware that there’s a lot of Imodna moments that I haven’t seen yet, but I couldn't wait to start this playlist. I don’t know if the episodes I have left to watch will translate into new chapters or into new songs for the chapters I already have but either way, I will keep this post and the playlist updated.

With that being said, welcome to this ride through an unhinged mind. Fasten your seatbelts and enjoy!

The tether scene is one of my favorite ones. I love that metaphor with a passion. That’s why I chose this name for the playlist. With the photo I wanted to make an allusion to the red thread myth given that Laudna herself carries around a spool of red string. I even edited the picture so the hands on the right are slightly gray like Laudna’s.

There’s not just one specific vibe to this playlist, but I find it to be a very calming one, with the exception of some specific moments that we will talk about later. I tried to avoid strong and distracting beats so I could keep it a little ethereal. Lots of acoustic guitar (which I love). I’m not going to talk about every single song because some of them have pretty obvious meanings. Usually the songs aren't a 100% match, but they do have a part to it that speaks to me and to the story on a certain level.

× Imogen and Laudna’s separate lifes ×

At the beginning of the journey that is this playlist, I wanted to introduce the characters. Intertwining their songs, we get to know Imogen and Laudna’s pasts, before they have each other to face the terrors of being witches in a world that doesn’t quite understand them.

Delilah - Florence + The Machine (Laudna)

I sometimes wonder if Marisha has ever listened to this song, because oh my fucking god. I wanted to start the playlist with Abbey, I didn’t because with the intertwining I couldn’t make it fit, but this one is a very good start as well. This song shows perfectly how it must have been being brought back by Delilah and having that power all of a sudden.

Abbey - Mitski (Imogen)

Matilda - Harry Styles (Laudna)

Imogen - Nick Mulvey (Imogen)

Laudna's lullaby - Ginny Di (Laudna)

Time comes in roses - Bess Atwell (Imogen)

The Tradition - Halsey (Laudna)

Burn it down - Daughter (Imogen)

There’s several songs from this album on this playlist. It couldn’t fit better. It reflects perfectly the moment Imogen started to develop her powers. It even refers directly to the way she parts ways with her town (which doesn’t happen for a few chapters but still I felt this one belonged here). Her fear of being a disappointment, her father becoming absent, the feeling of being cursed. It’s all here.

The hanging tree - The hunger games (Laudna)

Still I wait - Anna Leone (Both)

Even with everything they had to go through, they both still wait and cling to hope.

× Imogen and Laudna meet ×

Finally, their paths cross. They experience the feeling of warmth for the first time in a long time. They both feel the need to keep the other one close and begin to appreciate the little things in life, learning how to be taken care of. Goodbye loneliness.

Season of the Witch - Lana Del Rey

I'd like to walk around in your mind - Vashti Bunyan

How important is this song knowing what Imogen can do…

Comfortable Silence - Bella Porter

Without you without them - Boygenius

A hole in the earth - Daughter

That Moon Song - Gregory Alan Isakov

Love brought weight - Old Sea Brigade

That distant shore - Steven Universe

Sick of losing soulmates - Natalie Dawn

I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry

Sidelines - Phoebe Bridgers

The bug collector - Haley Heyderickx

Sometimes I feel that it’s always Laudna taking care of Imogen, as if she didn't have anything on her own plate. It can't be easy to live with a voice in your head and paranoia. This song shows how Imogen is there to hold Laudna too when it becomes too much.

Look up - Joy Oladokun

If the last one was an Imogen’s POV, this one is totally a Laudna’s POV. Her and her silly little pep talks. “You’re so capable”.

Daylight - Taylor Swift

I love the idea of them learning that life can be good if you find someone to share it with. This song encapsulates that perfectly.

Spell - Dora Jar

I wanted this one to be the last one of the chapter because it introduces the idea of leaving together.

× Imogen and Laudna run away together ×

“Would you run away with me?” They learn what it’s like to have a home that’s not a place, but something entirely new. The past still follows but they’re no longer crushed by it, because they don’t have to sustain it on their own.

Departure - Daughter

Second child, restless child - The Oh Hellos

Just the two of us - Grover Washington, Jr.

I really like to imagine Imodna slice of life scenes when I listen to this song.

Dandelion Wine - Gregory Alan Isakov

Homesick - Dwara, Khotton Palm

Graceland Too - Phoebe Bridgers

When I realized how much of a Laudna's POV this song is, I almost cried.

Telepath - Manchester Orchestra

I really really like Manchester Orchestra, it's one of my favorite bands. I never let go of the chance of spreading them around, and this one is the best song they have. Laudna's POV for sure.

everything i wanted - Billie Eilish

With songs like this one and Intertwined, I wanted to introduce the idea that even though they're definitely better off now that they left the town, that doesn't instantly solve all of their problems. As I said before, the past follows, but they're no longer alone with it.

Savior Complex - Phoebe Bridgers

Intertwined - Dodie

Nothing else matters - Phoebe Bridgers

As long as they're together, nothing else matters.

× You lied ×

Even though I only have a few songs for this precise moment of the story, I thought that it was very important to include their first fight. The gem is broken and Imogen feels betrayed. Laudna is left abandoned and thinks she deserves to be punished for Delilah’s wrongs. We explore jealousy for the first time.

Witches - Daughter

The silence at the end of this instrumental song represents the loneliness that Laudna felt when Imogen left her alone after her incident with Delilah

Landfill - Daughter

There are two possible ways of reading into this one. This is in my opinion a Laudna's POV. She could either be talking to Imogen, expressing her deep rooted desire for a punishment for what she’s done; or to Delilah, alluding to the attachment she has to her own powers (that at least as far as she knows are there because of Briarwood) opposed to the hatred she feels for her and for herself for wanting those powers (this is a theme that they explore later on future chapters)

Are you okay? - Winnetka Bowling League

Afterglow - Taylor Swift

The archer - Taylor Swift

× Laudna’s death ×

Otohan Thull relentlessly kills three members of Bells Hells. A coin is flipped and Laudna is gone, again. What awaits beyond the afterlife? Perhaps a little girl, a monster and a tree.

DVD menu - Phoebe Bridgers

If death’s not exactly DVD menu by Phoebe Bridgers, then someone tell me what’s like because I can’t imagine otherwise. I freaking love how this song connects with Daffodil.

Daffodil - Florence + The Machine

Death with dignity - Sufjan Stevens

Bells in Santa Fe - Halsey

I like to imagine that Laudna didn't appear in Nightmarish Whitestone immediately. Up until this point, she's in a limbo, accepting her own death. Bells in Santa Fe marks the moment she sets foot in that Upside-down kind of world. The constant repetition of “All of this is temporary” is like a mantra for her, the only hope she has of getting through it with her sanity intact is believing that this will also end and she will finally find peace.

Willow Tree March - The paper kiss

Hard times - Ethel Cain

Tether me - Galleaux

With this song and the next one, I wanted to express desperation. We don't get to know in the series how she feels throughout all of this, but I can only imagine how terrifying it must have been. There's a point where anyone would have started begging for help.

Matilda - alt-J

× Imogen’s grief ×

“Is she your favorite?”. Imogen feels deeply guilty for what happened. The possibility of bringing Laudna back is the only thing that’s keeping her from losing it completely. All the regrets, all the words she wishes she said before, all the times she didn’t approached her when she wanted to, come afloat. Grief, disassociation and sorrow.

Words - Storefront Church, Phoebe Bridgers

This song is meant to represent the exact moment of Imogen floating and losing control, with Otohan in her head pushing her to let go.

Goner - Twenty One Pilots

No other song in existence can express better the moment Imogen realize Laudna's gone for good.

Lanterns lit - Son Lux

True Faith - Ashley Johnson

Hurt for me - SYML

Carry you - Novo Amor

My love - Florence + The Machine

Lucky for you - Novo Amor, Gia Margaret

Killer + the sound - Phoebe Bridgers, Noah Gundersen

Should have known better - Sufjan Stevens

Ya'aburnee - Halsey

Show you a body - Haley Heyderickx

Imogen (even Laura) loses hope for a moment during the ritual they do for bringing Laudna back. The end of this song summarize this repeating a lyric over and over (you can clearly see through this playlist how much I love repetition).

× Back together ×

After Bells Hells confront Delilah at the Upside-down-Whitestone of Laudna’s nightmares, Pike manages to bring her back to life. Imogen and her are back hand by hand, and nothing can ever tear them apart again. Here’s where I think something awakes inside them, but they are far from realizing it.

I am the Antichrist to you - Kishi Bashi

Like an angel “fallen from the sky with grace”, Laudna’s back on Imogen’s arms.

Darling - Halsey

This love (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

Now that you're home - Manchester Orchestra

Lose you again - Manchester Orchestra

Halloween - Phoebe Bridgers

But not kiss - Fayer Webster

Like I said, something changes after this. What they’ve been through is not nothing. This song is here to show that something is born deep inside them, on their subconscious far from their reach yet

× Back to Gelvaan ×

Same as with the “You lied” chapter, I felt that this one was important even though I just have one song for it. It just matches perfectly. Imogen and Laudna visit Imogen’s hometown and the place where they met, searching for answers. Old wounds, some closure and an emotionally absent father.

My tears ricochet - Taylor Swift

× Tethered ×

In this chapter the platonic bond is peaking. It takes place right before The Unraveling, giving in to the “Can I kiss you?” phase and becoming romantic. They’ve been through hell and back just to stay together. This is my personal favorite bit of the playlist, everything is extremely intense but not yet explicit.

Tethered - Sleeping at last

I Will - Mitski

Anchor - Alli X

Don't let them see you cry - Manchester Orchestra

Crosses - José González

Quietly - Manchester Orchestra

Francesca - Hozier

Moon song - Phoebe Bridgers

Capital Karma - Manchester Orchestra

Everywhere, everything - Noah Kahan

In a week - Hozier

Monster - King Princess

j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you) - Delaney Bailey

I will follow you into the dark - Miya Folick

I wouldn't ask you - Clairo

× Can I kiss you? ×

Finally, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. The beggining of something new, the next and most logical step of this journey. The platonic becomes romantic and they get to truly explore the feelings they always had, and some novel ones. This is the moment I know less about, but I’ve used my imagination and my own headcanons.

Can I - Genevieve Stokes

I debated a lot whether to put this one at the end of the last chapter or the beginning of this one because I don't know how relevant Laudna's death is up to this point, and there's a huge reference to this in this song. I know for a fact that the Delilah’s plot is not over and things will change, but I couldn't resist the urge to put it in here, given the name of the song and its obvious connection to the chapter.

We'll never have sex - Leith Ross

Wading in Waist-high Water - Fleet Foxes

This is the last time - The National

All my ghosts - Lizzy McAlpine

Prière pour la nuit - Barbara Pravi, November Ultra

Chewing Cotton Wool - The Japanese House

Bandages - Rachel Bobbitt

This is it, this is The Ultimate Chronological Order Imodna Playlist. I don't know if I'm the first one doing this, probably not, I don't know if this has any value to anyone beyond myself, but I had a hell of a lot of fun. If only one person were to read this till the end I would be more than satisfied.

I’ll link here the playlist that started all of this. Massive respect for this person whoever it is, I took lots of the songs from here

Infinite thanks to anyone who gets here or saves my playlist, feel free to respond with any song that you think adds to the story!! Something tells me this isn't the end of my Imodna brainrot so,,,, more things could be on their way (a fanfic, perhaps?).

No idea how to end this so… long live Lesbian Southern Gothic Witches!!!

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