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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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PLEASE i am on my knees for jamie x reader where she’s just crying thinking about all the times he needed someone but no one was there.. and now everything is great, he’s grown and he has so much love and support and he has her but all she can do is sob because when you love someone you wish you were could be there to hold them even if they were 8 and their dad was a dick.. yknow??? AND he’s just holding her face, nodding and reassuring her he’s fine and he has so many people, especially her, and he’s lowkey choked up too

So. This is actually a mix of two writings. The first part is from your request, the second is something I wrote shortly after my very first post. I actually wrote it because I was processing some personal things, so… yeah. Here it is. Just be warned, it talks about abuse and stuff, Jamie’s dad shows up and is his regular, douchey self. If that’s upsetting for anyone, just be aware. If this needs more warnings, let me know.

i don’t know how you keep smiling/i’m just choking almost constantly

“He what?” you whisper, tears streaming down your face. “You’re telling me he took you there and made you do that?”

You’re sitting on your couch in your flat, legs across Jamie’s lap. He’d come over out of nowhere an hour earlier, just knocked on your door and said, “Can we talk?”

You let him in because of course you can talk. You make tea, sit down on the couch, and words just come spilling out of Jamie. It is all about his dad. How he drank, yelled, and hit, precisely in that order. Watching his mum throw him out and accept him back in, in what felt like an endless cycle. Hiding how bad it really was for her because his dad was making her laugh and she was smiling and anyway, it’s not like the bruises were anywhere anyone could see.

Jamie tells you how his dad came to his game the night before, went to the locker room, and how Jamie punched him. He says he’s scared of his dad finding him, because his dad always makes good on a threat, and he doesn’t usually have anyone to talk to but he figured you might be a good listener, what with being his girlfriend of five months and all. He says it all while staring at the chipped mug on your coffee table, the one he insisted you can’t throw out because it’s his favorite, and who care’s if it’s a little damaged? It adds character.

But all you can think about is little eight-year-old Jamie, hiding under his bed and pulling out his front tooth because his dad broke it, so he can tell his mom he just lost it like all the other kids.

You think of what you were doing that year. You would have just turned six, chasing your brother with a fairy wand and a nerf gun, ponytail flying.

The mental image of Jamie under his bed, cowering in a corner, learning to cover up welts and to lie to his mum brings a fresh wave of tears. Just the thought of him being alone makes it feel as though your heart is breaking, and you wish you would have known him then. Your parents would have loved him. Wouldn’t have let his father come around and hit him.

He just finished telling you about Amsterdam, and you can physically feel your soul shatter into pieces on his behalf. The fact that he can’t even remember it is what really gets you.

Jamie, meanwhile has stopped staring at the mug and is now looking at you. “It- it’s alright, love,” he says. “I’m here now, and it’s alright.”

Through blurry eyes, you can see that it is not alright. Jamie’s eyes are watering now too, and he pulls you onto his lap. He wraps his arms around you and you let him bury his head in the crook of your neck.

You sniff and pull yourself together. “No, Jaim, it’s not alright. You can say, ‘I’m alright,’ or ‘I will be alright,’ but what that shithead did to you is not and never will be ok. And I’m glad you’re telling me about it, and I’m only crying because I keep thinking about how you must’ve felt. It’s not because I can’t handle it, because I can. And I want you to know that I’m here for you, and you’re going to be ok.”

Jamie has started shaking in your arms, and you feel a tears start to drop onto your neck.

You run your fingers through his hair and whisper, “You’re ok. I’m here, I’ve got you, and you’re ok. I’m not leaving. You’re ok.”

—

That was the first real time Jamie ever told you about his dad. You’d talk about it periodically, whenever it got really bad, and he also started talking to a therapist. Doctor Sharon, you think her name was? Anyway, he’s getting better in his mind, which is good, because sometimes you don’t know what to do beyond listen. And you do. Soon, Jamie’s stories about his dad begin with, “Dr. Sharon says…” and he’s not as angry anymore. Not as jaded, not as broken. There are still deep cuts, but his spirit is coming back. He’s not broken in such a way that he can’t be put back together, piece by piece.

—

It’s not until you’re out to dinner at your favorite restaurant that something actually happens.

“Jamie,” you say, face serious, empty plates between you.

“Yes, love,” he replies, matching your expression.

“I think that we should get ice cream.”

His face breaks into a smile as he slides his hand off the top of yours to run it through his hair. “Babe. We just ate enough food to put a horse into a coma, and you want ice cream? What about digestion?”

“Jamie. Listen-” you both argue as he pays the bill, takes your hand again, and swings it while you head in the direction of the ice cream shop.

“-And if you think about it, it’s actually a wise food choice,” you continue.

“Babe,” he laughs, “I just think that you might be making up the health benefits of strawberry ice…”

Jamie's counter-argument has trailed off as he stares at something ahead of you, rather someone who is stumbling down the sidewalk in your direction.

You have never seen this man before, but you know exactly who he is.

He's still a good seven feet away when he yells, “Well, well, look who it is. Me son, who can’t even take the time to return his own father’s phone calls! Just joking, just joking, hey? And who’s this fine little lady?” he asks, punctuating his words with a few fake punches in Jamie’s direction as he draws closer.

Jamie is still holding your hand, but has maneuvered himself in between you and his father. He has yet to say anything, so you take your cue from him and keep silent.

James Tartt, Sr. is in front of you now, and it is more obvious now than ever that he is intoxicated. He's swaying a little bit as he stands, and there is the stench of alcohol with each breath he blows. Jamie is holding your hand so tight that it hurts, but you don’t let go. You grip it back.

“Dad,” Jamie says as a way of greeting, face taut.

You're under a streetlight, but not many people are around this time of night.

“Jamie,” his father replies, mocking his serious tone, “is this how I find out you’ve got a girl? Runnin’ into you on the street? Couldn't have sent me a quick message about it, hey? Oh I joke, I joke,” he says. His words are grating, and he keeps punching at Jamie. You do not like it at all.

“What d’you want, dad?” Jamie asks, gripping your hand harder, if that’s even possible.

His dad wipes his face. “Ey, listen, since you’re ‘ere, what do you say you get me tickets to the Man City game this weekend? Can spend some quality time with this one.” He winks at you in a way you’re sure he thinks is endearing, which is a problem because three things happen in rapid succession: his dad makes a rude comment about quality time, Jamie pushes you behind him saying, “Don’t you ever fucking speak to her,” and James Tartt shouts, “You self-righteous, fuckin’ pussy!” and moves to hit Jamie.

You’re not sure which one of you he’s talking to, but it doesn’t matter because Jamie’s dad is on the ground and people are starting to stare. You pull Jamie’s still clenched fist down and say, “Babe, let’s get out of here,” while James Tartt is drunkenly trying to stand.

“Babe,” you say a little more forcefully. “let’s go.”

Jamie snaps out of it, lets out a short, “Right, yeah,” and then you’re walking as fast as you can in the opposite direction.

Not fast enough, apparently, because you still hear his father yell, “That's two you’ve got on me, boy! You better watch your back!”

You have no circulation in your hand and for the first time that night, you feel real fear. Not for yourself, but for Jamie. You may have never met his father, but you’ve heard enough. You know that he always makes good on a threat.

Jamie looks back twice to make sure you aren’t being followed, and you just walk. You walk a mile past your flat and then circle back. Jamie hasn’t said a single word, just held your hand like it was the only thing anchoring him to the world. It's not until you’re on your doorstep that you decide to break the silence.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You’re facing each other, you one step above him so you’re almost eye-level.

Jamie shakes his head and looks away. “Not- not tonight. I don’t think I can- I’m not sure-”

“Hey,” You slowly lift your free hand and brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead. Not slowly enough, apparently, because he still flinches almost imperceptibly, “It’s alright, Jaim. We don’t have to talk about it tonight.”

Jamie blows out a sigh, and you slide your hand from his hair to his cheek. He just looks so tired, all the anger and defensiveness gone out of him.

“Your place or mine?” you ask because there’s no way in hell you’re letting him be alone tonight.

Jamie shakes his head slightly. “I can’t. I have training tomorrow.”

“Jamie-”

“No, look, I just need something to be normal. And I don’t want you coming over in case me dad fuckin’ decides to come ‘round. I'll come over tomorrow after practice and we can talk then.”

He says it with such resigned finality that you don’t fight him on it. You whisper a soft “alright,” and then wrap your arms around him as tight as they can go. Jamie hugs you so hard you almost can’t breathe, but you don’t ever want to let him go; you memorize the feel of his arms around you, his head in the crook of your neck, and the erratic beat of his heart.

He lets you go after a long moment, waits to make sure that you get inside safely, and then you watch him begin the two-block trudge to his house.

You stay awake until your phone dings with a made it from Jamie, and then, despite all the thoughts swirling in your head, you fall asleep.

——

You startle awake by someone yelling outside, followed by a loud knocking. You squint at the clock which reads an awful one a.m. for a split second you wonder if it’s Jamie at your door, then you catch a word this person is yelling.

Whore.

You’re wide awake now. You grab your phone to text Jamie as his father continues to pound on your door yelling, You stupid fucking bitch, no one messes with James Tartt, I’ll make you fucking pay for that shit he pulled!

The text goes through and you wait a second before calling 999. They answer your call and promise that someone will be over right away. You know for a fact Jamie is still asleep, but you call him just in case and his sleep-deprived voice answers on the third ring. You can only get out a few words - outside, your dad, police - before he is wide awake and on his way over.

——

It's all kind of a blur, really, and you feel truly horrendous, but all you can think about is Jamie. You’re not really sure how he does it, but he is at your flat right before the police. All your neighbor’s lights are on now, and Jamie is in your doorway holding you tight.

You think about how awful this must be for him.

It's his dad. It’s like being a kid all over again.

You’re supposed to be the one person who he can feel safe around, but now you’re asking him to step into a volatile situation.

He got woken up in the middle of the night when he needs his sleep, which resulted in him seeing his dad get arrested.

All you can say is, “I'm sorry, I’m sorry,” over and over again, as you try not to cry into Jamie’s pajama shirt.

He pulls back a little and wipes a stray tear from your cheek.

“Your place or mine?” he asks, because there’s no way in hell he’s letting you be alone tonight.

You shake your head. “Neither,” you say. “You have training in two hours.”

“Yours,” he says as he gently backs you into the flat and shuts the door.

“What about Roy?” you ask. Roy gets pissed if Jamie skips training.

Jamie pulls out his phone and narrates as he types: “Granddad. Won't be at training this mornin. If you’re mad about it you can go fuck yourself,” and then presses send.

You have the bizarre urge to laugh. “Jamie, you did not type that.” You try to grab his phone from him but he holds it out of your reach and shuts it off.

“Oi. We’re going to sleep and we ain’t thinkin about anything until 10 tomorrow, yeah?”

“Ok,” you say.

He takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, where you finally fall asleep in a tangle of limbs.

You might not be ok right now, but you will be. You’ll both be alright.

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justlemmeadoreyou · 2 months

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Hopelessly Devoted to You-Part 2

Summary: Y/n agrees to Harry's offer; a flashback from the camp.

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, a LOT of cute shit in the end (harry with kids :(((( (my weakness))

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Harry wasn’t this much of a hopeless romantic he is now, over Y/n. Sure, he had had his fair share of heartbreaks in the past, but that didn’t stop him from loving unconditionally.

So, when he found out about Y/n, it made his heart ache. He didn’t know if she wanted her as her lawyer, or just wanted to talk to him about it as a friend

Either way, he was happy to help.

There was a call from his secretary, Anna, when he was going through a document.

“Yes?”

“Mrs. Clark is here to see you” she said through the phone.

“Mrs. Clark? Oh, Y/n? Yeah, send her in”

He would never get used to her carrying the name of her douchebag husband.

She knocked the door softly, even though he had already allowed her to come in.

“Come in”

She unlocked the door, a smile on her face as she let herself in, closing it behind her.

“Hi” she greeted him, coming and sitting on the chair in front of his desk.

“Hi, how have you been?” he asked.

“I’m alright. I-I thought about–the offer you gave me the other day”

“Oh yeah? What did you decide?”

“I’ll–I’ll take it, yeah. I just want this all to be over as soon as possible”

His smile faded away. Did something bad happen? Because if it did, God forbid he would go to her house right now and beat him up.

“Did-did something happen, Y/n? You know you can tell me, right? I’m here for you”

She smiled again, shaking her head in no, “No–nothing bad happened–it’s just–he kind of got suspicious that day–after I went home, he kept asking me where I had gone and what I do”

“Oh–what did you tell him?”

“I told him it was lunch with a friend. He asked me who it was, and I told him it was Grace–she is a friend of mine. He called her and she said that I was with her the whole afternoon, she’s super sweet, and saved me.”

He sighed in relief, thankful that he hadn’t hurt her.

“He’s such a bastard–it’s like he feels that he owns you or something” he huffed.

“I know! That’s why–I want you to be my lawyer”

He grinned wide, a victory for his heart as he shook her hand.

“I’m so happy, Y/n. And I want you to know that you don’t have to worry about the money, alright? You don’t have to pay me at all”

Her eyes widened. Why was he doing this for free? She knew this was going to be a long trial, because he won’t let go that easily. Plus, she would have to fight for Ellie’s custody too.

“But–Mr.Styles–I can’t take it. It’s a super generous offer, but I really can’t.”

Of course she won’t. He’ll just have to make her take it, then.

“Y/n–okay, tell me, how will you pay me, then?”

Her shoulders slumped, mouth quirking in a pout, that he wanted to kiss. But he pushed that thought to the back of his mind, where numerous others were locked in.

“I have my savings–since the abuse started, I started to save money for myself, and Ellie’s education-in case I ever needed to leave him, or he left me for someone else”

If anyone leaves her, her, for someone else, he has to be the biggest moron on the planet.

“Y/n, you know I won’t let you do that. You are leaving Elliot, and you’ll need it after you move out of his house”

“But–but–”

“No but’s. Please. I insist”

She sighed, licking her lips as she reluctantly agreed. She began to think, lost in thought as he began to scribble something on the notepad nearby.

“Oh-what if I get a job till then? Then you’ll let me pay you, right? Because then money would be coming in and savings won’t be an issue–”

“We’ll see about that”

He dismissed. He wasn’t going to let her pay him even a penny.

. . .

“So, you’re a lawyer?”

Y/n asked him.

They were sat by the bonfire. After a long, long day of kids screaming, playing around, crying for their parents, lots of first aid kits because they kept falling off the trampoline–all of them had a moment of rest.

A bonfire was lit, after the kids were put to sleep. Everyone had found someone they could talk to–just like Y/n and Harry found each other.

They were sat side by side on the mat, a cup of tea in their hands as they talked and laughed with no care in the world.

“Yeah. Family lawyer. If you ever need help, you can come to me, I’ll help you–no money in exchange”

She had giggled softly back then, but that offer was her lifeline today.

“Alright. Noted” she smiled, taking a sip off her cup.”

“What about you? Your husband–he works in accounts?”

Her smile slipped away at the mention of him, and Harry took a mental note to not bring him up again. She was hoping he would do that too.

“Yeah, he’s an accountant”

“That’s good.

They fell into silence after that, the sounds in the background only being the sounds of crackling fire and then suddenly, there was a cheer. They looked up to see someone had gotten a guitar, and began to play a song. It was difficult to identify which one it was from just the guitar tune, but Harry knew.

"Horse with No Name," Harry said, a nostalgic smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "You play guitar?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Harry nodded, a hint of bashfulness in his expression. "Yeah, I used to play quite a bit back in college. It's been a while, though."

Encouraged by his confession, Y/n urged him, "Well, why don't you play something for us now? I'd love to hear."

Harry hesitated for a moment, but the warm glow of the fire and Y/n's encouraging smile emboldened him. With a nod, he took the guitar from the musician and began to strum a gentle melody.

As the soothing notes filled the air, Y/n felt herself relax, the tension of the day melting away. Harry's fingers danced across the strings with practiced ease, and soon, the melody took on a life of its own.

Lost in the music, Y/n closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the melody. For a brief moment, there was nothing else in the world except the sound of Harry's guitar and the crackling of the fire.

When the song came to an end, there was a moment of silence before applause erupted from the small crowd gathered around the bonfire. Y/n opened her eyes to see Harry smiling at her, a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered, her heart full with the beauty of the moment.

Harry returned her smile, his own heart lightened by the connection they had shared. "Anytime," he replied, his voice soft with sincerity.

“So, when did you decide to become a lawyer?” she asked, wanting to talk to him more. The camp was only a week, and that was a small amount of time for her to get to know this gentleman who found her interesting.

"Well, ever since I was a child, I've had this innate sense of justice. I couldn't stand seeing people treated unfairly, and I knew I wanted to make a difference." Harry replied.

Y/n nodded, impressed. "That's admirable. Not everyone has the courage to pursue their passions."

She knew she was talking about herself.

Harry smiled gratefully. "Thank you. It hasn't always been easy, but knowing that I can help people in their time of need makes it all worthwhile.”

He noted how she had said “not everyone” and he suspected she was talking about herself.

“And–I don’t mean to intrude, but I think when you said, “not everyone”, you meant yourself?” he asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, gulping down as she replied, “Yeah, I–I wanted to be a teacher. I’ve always loved children, and it was my dream to get a job at a primary school and teach and take care of little children.

Harry smiled. She was so innocent, so pure. But she had seen more than he ever did.

“So, why did you quit?”

Her smile faded away again, “It was mostly me, but I got married young, you know–I fell in love with him in high school, and I was just a young, naive, innocent girl who did not know better”

He nodded, listening intendedly as she talked about it.

“So–I got married, and then pregnant, and all of that faded away. Like, I completed school and my degree–that was when I got pregnant so I never really had a chance to complete my masters degree or look for a job. And then Ellie was a premature baby, so Elliot suggested that I stay at home.”

It was so easy to talk to him. Even though they had met today, the way he was able to get her to talk so much–open up about her past, and talk about stuff she never had with anyone–was magic.

“So, would you work if you got the chance to?” he asked. If she was his wife, he would never have gotten her pregnant if she didn’t want to, and he would’ve made her complete her masters, and get a Phd, even, because she was just that smart.

“I mean–yeah sure, I would. But I would need a masters degree to work in a decent school, and the opportunities are already so low. So, it’s a lost cause”

Harry immediately protested, “Hey, don’t say that. No, it’s not a lost cause. If you want to, you can still get your degree, and then work. You’re young too”

She blushed at that. It had been a while since she had heard that.

. . .

The next morning, Y/n took Ellie to meet Harry.

“Honey, this is Harry–he’s mommy’s new friend”

She introduced him, and he smiled so big, his dimples and bunny teeth were on display.

“Oh god, who is this pretty little girl?” he exclaimed, and she giggled, already looking up at him with adoration.

“Hi Harry, I’m Ellie. But my mom calls me cupcake”

He giggled again, crouching down on his knees, taking her tiny hands in his.

“So, what can I call you, Miss.Cupcake?”

She giggled again, and seeing the way Harry was with kids, made Y/n’s heart swell.

“You can call me cupcake too” she replied, and he reached into his pockets, pulling out a candy, “Here, take this” he gave it to her, and she smiled.

“Next time, I’ll have a cupcake for you”

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imagining-in-the-margins · 11 months

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The Mother Wound (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer and Reader bond over having emotionally absent mothers. Request: reader has an abusive parent and she has developed ptsd from that A/N: Written for a very dear friend of mine, and anyone else who needs to hear it. This is also my entry to @foxy-eva’s Celebration Challenge (prompt “Overcoming Trauma”)! Be sure to show her some love! Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader (also consistent with platonic love) Category: Angst/Comfort Content Warning: Mother’s Day, strained parent & child relationship, implied no contact (with mother), implied mental or physical abuse (from father), crying, feelings of shame Word Count: 2.5k

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I didn’t go home for Mother’s Day.

I knew that I was supposed to, but I didn’t. Instead, I stayed exactly where I was. Some might say it was inertia, but I knew better. There was no real excuse for violating the duty granted to me by nature of having been born.

But at least I wasn’t the only one.

The case that had almost served as an excuse was both local and over. It ended with serendipitous timing that allowed almost everyone else to scurry home in time for an attempt at recreating a home cooked meal for the woman that taught them… well, everything.

Spencer stayed with me. He called his mother, though.

As I sat on the park bench overlooking the lake, I turned back to see him with his phone still pressed against his ear. Even from where I was sitting, I could make out his knitted brow. It felt too intimate for my tired heart to handle, and so I turned away.

Sort of like how I was avoiding my mother.

My insides twisted and their rioting made my bones rattle. It felt as though my body was tearing in two in protest of my failure to acknowledge its creation.

I breathed in, slowly but with a trembling lip. I breathed out much quicker, like a swift punch to the gut that left me doubled over.

When I brought my hands to my face, I felt the wetness of freshly shed tears. I looked up at the water, resting and rippling reflections of the universe and I wondered how many oceans I could fill with this feeling.

“Hey, are you ready to go?”

Spencer’s voice tore me mercifully from the thought.

“Hey,” I said as I sat up.

My hands were still over my eyes, rubbing constellations against damp eyelids and hoping that the red would quickly fade.

“Sure, we can go,” I tried to assure him when I finally turned to face him.

But Spencer, that sweet boy with his wringing fingers and always-averted gaze looked directly into my eyes—endless oceans of grief with a relentless rip current of rage.

He said nothing. Behind us, the frogs and crickets sang a raucous symphony that sounded nothing like a good mother’s tongue.

After a moment, I realized how little time had passed.

“Did your mom not answer your call?”

“No, she did,” he said with a curt shake of his head. Then, with more broken movements he tried to explain, “She just uh…”

I stared back. His eyes fell away, turning towards the lake as his face stretched into a strained smile.

“She’s having a bad day,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” I offered.

“It’s alright,” he refused.

So, we stayed, both filled to the brim with inertia borne from the same shame.

That was, until he asked, “Can I sit with you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The bench was big enough that I hadn’t needed to move to make room for him, but I did it, anyway. I shrunk into myself exactly the way my mother had taught me to do.

Spencer watched me as I withered. Through my peripherals, I watched him struggle against the same instinct.

But then he gave a small act of courage, the trembling of a hand splayed against a bench, the demand to take up space.

It made my heart ache.

“I’m having a bad day, too,” I told him.

Spencer smiled.

“That’s alright,” he shrugged.

My mouth dropped open and stayed there. I silently wondered how many years of suffering it must’ve taken to grow muscles capable of letting go, of feeling badly freely.

“Truthfully, I’ve never really liked Mother’s Day,” he sighed. “It always felt… forced. If not slightly resentful, even.”

What cruel words they were, like a twist of a knife in already knotted insides.

It was an irresponsible thing to say, a horribly upsetting suggestion that I understood with such fury that tears poured down my cheeks with no warning. Again, I fell forward, caught by my own hands that tried to stifle the sobbing.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” he shouted.

Then, with a voice like a child, he begged me to believe him.

“I-I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s not your fault,” I said. I even surprised myself with a laugh and an uncharacteristic level of introspection. “I just… I relate a little too much to what you just said.”

“I’m still sorry,” he offered.

“It’s fine,” I refused.

We sat together in the suffocating darkness until one of us found the courage to speak again.

It was him first.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, not really,” I said.

My courage followed slightly later, with the word ‘yes’ fighting through my throat.

Eventually, it came out as a weak and broken, “Maybe.”

Spencer’s eyes scanned my features while I looked up at the lake.

“I’ve been told I’m a very good listener when I manage to be quiet,” he deadpanned.

I laughed. It tasted bitter like the words bottled inside of my chest. It sounded bitter like the way my mother never could compliment me without a condition.

“I just feel terrible saying it all today, of all days,” I sighed. My hands fell back to my lap, abandoning any hope that I could hide my weakness from his eyes.

In an unexpected and swift motion, Spencer moved closer. His body radiated warmth and the faint but familiar smell of a better home.

Without any attempt at hiding or quieting his voice, he chuckled, “I promise you, anything bad you could say about your mother, I’ve thought worse.”

I scoffed, but it didn’t dissuade him.

“I doubt that very much,” I explained.

But he was persistent.

“I mean it.”

Almost enough for me to believe him.

Our eyes locked. Mine, slightly squinted as I tried to find hidden meaning. His, wide eyed and innocent, as though he’d done nothing wrong at all.

“What if I told you that… I was relieved when she hung up on me?” he said, further betraying those eyes. “I spent the whole day dreading that phone call, and I barely managed to smile until I heard the dial tone.”

So simple, so sure that he’d done nothing wrong. I was inclined to believe him.

“What would you think about me?” he asked, “Would you think I was awful?”

“No,” I admitted.

His saturnine smile didn’t wane, but it trembled with both pride and pain.

“I agree,” he said. “Your turn.”

“I-I don’t know what to say.”

It had been close enough to the truth that I couldn’t call it a lie—but Spencer didn’t believe it. He spared me the humiliation of saying that, though.

Instead, he took my hand. His grip was soft and warm despite the springtime chill, exactly like his eyes. He looked at me with such reverence that I felt compelled to hide.

He didn’t let me do that, either.

“Try,” he said instead, “For me.”

He didn’t let go when my fingers twitched in his grip. Again, the seemingly small act of bravery—the daring to hold me even when my hands grew clammy and harder to love—felt like a balm over a bullet wound bleeding harsh words.

I took a deep breath before I spoke.

“I don’t know what to say about my mother because I don’t think I’ve ever had one. I don’t think I really know the woman who made me and I’m not sure I ever will.”

Spencer didn't move. Not even a nod.

Quieter then, with waning confidence, I cried, “I’m not sure if I would even want to know her. But then I say that out loud and I know I’m lying like she always said I was.”

A sob shook my body and I almost pulled away. Spencer was caught off guard by the sudden jerk, but his grip tightened like he saw how ready I was to bolt.

“Being confused isn’t the same as lying,” he offered.

“It doesn’t matter,” I refused.

So did he.

“It matters,” he insisted. “It matters to me.”

I tried to scoff but I choked on the sound. My free hand clutched at my chest like it could stop the way my heart was tearing in two.

I should have known better, though. How could my heart break in half when it was never whole to begin with?

As I fell back against the bench, Spencer’s grip loosened. He would’ve withdrawn completely if I hadn’t stopped him by squeezing tighter.

He settled, too. We both relaxed against worn wood and shivered from Winter’s dying breath.

“Sometimes it feels like there is this… ache inside of me,” I whispered along the whistling wind, “No matter how much I try to bury it over the years, I can’t seem to shake it. It’s like…. It’s like I can feel her. This version of myself that was never allowed to be.”

I held my hand out like an offering to the lake. I stared at a calloused palm l long enough for it to tremble under the weight of nothing.

“When you’re a child, all you want is a mother. Your mother,” I cried as my offering turned to a fist, “You crave it so badly, that reassurance, that comfort, that… unconditional love.”

Spencer looked down at his own scarred palm.

“Yeah,” he muttered, “you’re right.”

I wanted to pause, to let him speak and hear what he might have to offer from the safety of the other side of this suffering.

Yet when I spoke again, I swore I saw him shrinking away.

“They say when you grow up with an angry man in your house, you will always find him in your house, no matter how far from him you run. And they’re right. They…”

I turned to find him with furrowed brows pointed at the ground. I watched the breath come to him just to leave him again.

I recognized the signs of a heavy heart. Deciding that spilling half of my heart would be enough for now, I swallowed the words about my father. I turned back to my mother at the same time Spencer turned back to me.

“I never expected anything else from my father. But next to him, in front of him, in the space between the two of us, where my mother was meant to be, there is…”

“Nothing,” he finished for me.

“Exactly,” I croaked.

I wasn’t sure how I had any breath left, much less painful, beautiful words to try to fill the black hole where there was once an umbilical cord.

“I can feel it,” I muttered, “I can feel the lack of her like an insatiable hunger that feels… exactly like my father.”

I squeezed his hand. Tighter with each passing word, waiting to see how much of my rage he was willing to endure before I became unlovable.

“That child inside of me is made of monsters without mothers. I am, at my core, half-empty,” I nearly yelled, gripping him so tightly that I swore I felt my own muscles tearing, “and I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to fix that without a mother to teach me how!”

I gasped. My hand let go, flew away from him as I collapsed forward once more. I held myself with that same cruelty—digging nails into skin that looked both too much and not enough like my mother.

To my surprise, Spencer scrambled forward, but he didn’t pry me apart. Instead, he wrapped careful arms around me until he felt the full weight of my grief.

He cradled my head against his chest with trembling hands. I could see angry red welts where my fingers had been, and it only made me cry harder.

I wept shamelessly, clinging to him with tainted hands and half of a heart.

He said nothing and it sounded nothing like my mother’s silence.

Eventually, I came to join him in the liminal space between our suffering.

“I’m afraid I’m going to be angry forever,” I whispered.

“You won’t,” he answered in a way that sounded a lot like a lie. A half-truth, an almost abandoned hope.

He saw how badly I wanted to challenge the notion. He knew he couldn’t promise me peace, so he abandoned the hoping and returned his energy to holding me instead.

“I wish I had all the answers,” he said, and for the first time, I heard his voice shake. “I’ve spent a lifetime searching for something to help me calm that crying child and I just…”

Our bodies rocked with the soft rippling before us. Spencer’s tears dripped onto my chest and I realized no number of oceans could ever contain this feeling.

“I know,” he blubbered. “I know how it hurts. I know how terrifying it is to grow up with the full knowledge of how cruel the world can be, and it isn’t fair that you had to wait this long.”

How long, I wondered, how long does one have to suffer to be able to admit it wasn’t fair?

I bore witness to his final act of courage. I looked at him, saw him, saw the reflection of my fear and shame as it slid down his cheeks.

“I know that no one can completely fill that empty space,” he sniffled.

Slowly, he lifted heavy eyelids. Our eyes found each other once more, and he chuckled at the sight of himself in my eyes.

“But I can try,” he said with a shrug. “I can try to make it smaller. Because I know where to stand and how to hold you. I can bring a flashlight and beautiful things to try to drown out the darkness just a little.”

I bit down on my lip but it slipped away. With it came the secret still kept tightly against my chest.

“I’m scared,” I offered.

“I know,” he accepted.

Tired, trembling arms held me higher. He pulled me from the wreckage until my arms fell around her shoulders and my face buried against his neck.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, “We’re gonna make it. I promise.”

In my own radical act of bravery, I allowed myself to believe it. I closed my eyes and I held him, too. With an equal amount of bravery, he let me.

And within the comfort of that embrace, I found a memory that didn’t exist; a vision between the kaleidoscope of colors behind closed eyes.

There were two children adorned with capes made of old curtains and a flashlight strapped to their heads. Their hands were tightly clasped and clammy, like kids’ hands always were. But his grip was strong and steady and neither of them felt scared.

The beams of light fought through thickets of darkness ahead of them.

“Are you ready?” he said through a bucktoothed grin.

He takes a step forward and they both notice how the light travels further with every step.

“Yeah,” the small child inside me says without a tremble in their voice, “let’s go home.”

They couldn’t know where they were going but they didn’t let it stop them. The trek was long and the journey was difficult, but it was made easier by the company of a friend.

With clammy hands tightly clasped, they tried to make their way through the darkness to that storied place where nothing bad happened.

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And nothing bad happened.

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Take It Out On Me Part 14 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I am so in love with this version of them <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie and Sub Plus Size Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), SMUT, ANGST, and FLUFF!, Spanking, degrading, edging, throat grabbing, smacking, Reader talks to her parents about her love for them (her dad gets into a fight; only the aftermath is mentioned), Eddie and Steve both briefly talk about their parents and trauma (mentions of child abuse and abandonment), Reader is bullied in this one (called names like whore, fat, pig) but the guys make a stand for her. Word Count: 6638

Your mom rises from the booth she was waiting in to give you a hug after you entered the restaurant you were supposed to meet in for lunch that afternoon.

Steve and Eddie were extremely apprehensive about letting you go alone but you were able to find a middle ground, asking them to drop you off and then pick you up in two hours.

The conversation started off a bit awkward with casual small talk being exchanged about school and the prom you went to put together by the three people you loved the most. After you both cleared your plates, you mom finally found the courage to ask some questions.

“Did you know them before hand?”

“Kind of. It was more I knew OF them. We didn’t really become friends till the end of junior year and then got together later after summer.”

“Are they good to you?”

“Of course, mama. No one’s ever treated me the way they do. I love them so much.”

“Th-that’s what I don’t understand, Y/N. How can you love two people? Something HAS to get into the way.”

You shake your head as you lean back in your seat. “I don’t know how to explain it. Trust me, I thought about it a lot. Whenever I think ‘how can I love two completely different men’ the first images that come to mind are Steve going with us to movies he hates but he knows I like them. Him dancing with me in Eddie’s bedroom to a song on the radio or buying me different body washes and perfumes just because he thinks I’d like them. I think about Eddie’s face when he took me my first concert and sang obnoxiously loud with me as the band played.”, you giggle.

“I see him whining when I’m trying to help him study but he still intently listens to me, making sure I know he appreciates me helping him. They both hold me after I wake up from a nightmare and listen to me when I cry. They take care of me and do whatever they can to make me smile.”, you shrug. “I love them.”

She chews on the inside of her cheek as she absorbs your words. “Did I ever tell you the first time your dad met your grandfather, the night ended with him in jail?”

Your eyes widen as you shake your head making her laugh.

“He was only there for a day but, yeah, my dad HATED him. He said your father was ‘a dirty hippie who would never come close to being good enough’ for his daughter. God, I was so embarrassed.”

“How did dad end up arrested?”

“I told my father that I loved Rob and no matter what we were going to get married. He got angry and tried shoving him out the door. When I went to follow, he tugged me back, and hurt my arm so…your dad came back swinging.”, she smiles as she shrugs. “Definitely proved he wasn’t a hippie.”

Her grin grows when you laugh hard at her story.

“I’m sorry, honey. I can’t imagine how hard this has been on you.”

“Yeah…”, you sighed. “Mr. Harrington hasn’t made it easier.”

“What did Bill do?” You filled her in on the rumor he started and how it spread through the school. How it led to the boys getting into a fight for you and everything else that followed. “I’m going to kill that son of a bitch. He thinks he’s so high and mighty—”

“Mama!”, you giggle as you reach for her hand. “No. No killing. Honestly…it’s nice to hear you defend me…like you just did.”

“I know it doesn’t excuse what happened but the reason I didn’t before…I was just in shock…I didn’t…”

“No. I…it’s alright. I forgive you.” You look at your watch as your alarm beeps. “I should get going. The guys are picking me up.”

“May I walk you out?”

You beam at her as you nod. As soon as you both step outside, you’re met with Steve leaning on the driver’s side of his BMW with his arms folded as Eddie sits on the hood smoking a cigarette.

“Charming.” She raises her eyebrow in their direction and they quickly scramble to attention making you smile. “Have you three found a place yet?”

“No ma’am. We went looking though near the campus. We thought that would be better so she could be near school while also being closer to Masie.”, Steve answered.

“Maze is staying at the dorms on campus.”, you explain when she glances your way before shifting her gaze towards Eddie.

“I’m sorry my husband hurt you.”

The metalhead shrugs. “He didn’t hurt me. Would have hurt her though if he hit his intended target.”

Your mom looks away in shame. “I didn’t…He’s never…I never thought he would do something like that to you. We always said we would never hit our kids.” She sighs as you reach for her hand.

“So did my father. It wasn’t so much ‘Hey honey. We’ll never hit our kids when we have them.’ But more ‘I know I beat the shit out him this time but I swear it will never happen again.’”

“Ed. It’s alright, bud.” Steve pats him on the back to calm him down.

Without warning, your mother steps forward and grabs the metalhead’s chin firmly, forcing him to look at her.

“Do you love my daughter?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

He tries to turn out of her grasp but she just grips him tighter.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Would you ever hurt her the way Allen did with you?”

Fire filled his eyes at her question.

“No. Ma’am.”, he growled.

She nods before releasing him from her hold and turns to face Steve.

“Do you love my daughter?”

“More than anything…ma’am.”

“Calm down, Mr. Harrington. This isn’t a popularity contest.”

As she quizzed him, you stepped to Eddie’s side and intertwined your fingers with his as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Would you ever cheat on her and hurt her the way Bill does with your mother?” His head cocks to the side in surprise. “Not a big secret, sweetheart, I’m afraid.”

“No ma’am.”

“With all due respect, Steven, out of the two of you I’m more worried about her with you. I have eyes and ears. I know how big shot Steve Harrington ran around Hawkins showing off with different girls on his arm.”

This time, it was his turn to get angry.

“I’m not like that anymore. She…Y/N, made me want to be better.”

Her eyes softened at his admission, even more so when she took a step back and saw how you were with Eddie.

“Did she tell you about Christian?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Fucking asshole.”

Your mom laughs at the metalhead’s choice of words. “You’re not wrong. Hear me boys, if you ever hurt my child, I will do way worse than what I did when it came to Mr. Wexler. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”, they respond in unison.

She smiles before coming over to give you a hug. “I’ll talk to you later, ok? And I’ll talk to your father.”

“I’m sorry about that.”, you say to them after she leaves. “You two alright?”

“Yeah…are you?” You nod and wrap your arms around Steve as he comes to stand in front of you. “Was that normal? That integration style hello?”

“Um, I don’t know to be honest. You’re the first guys I’ve dated to really meet my parents.”

***

“Where have you been?”, your dad asks as your mom walks in the door.

“I had lunch with Y/N.” He responds with a hm before turning back to face the tv. “Rob, I think you should talk to her. She…she really does care about them and they genuinely seem to have her best interest in mind.”

“Bev, this is the last time I’m saying this. No.”

You mother sighs as she begins heading for the bedroom. “Apparently Bill is telling the town our ‘whore daughter’ brainwashed his son to use him for his money and status. When Steve confronted him, he said he couldn’t ‘use her properly’ because she’s not good looking and has no connections in town.”

She watches as his fist on the arm rest of the couch clenches.

#############

“Wow, this place is fucking amazing.”, Eddie murmurs under his breath.

“It really is.”, Steve agrees. “Can we afford it?”

“I think so. With all three of our incomes—”

“Oh my god! This place is beautiful and so close to the campus. It’s also not too far from the mall so you guys can sleep in before work.”, you smile as you sigh. “It’s perfect.”

It takes you a moment to realize that their faces don’t match yours.

“It is perfect…right?”

Eddie returns your smile as he walks over to you to kiss your forehead. “Yeah, sweetheart. It is.”

“We don’t have to pick this one. I know there are some others we can try and—” His index finger cuts you off as he places it over your lips.

“Do you like it?” You nod earnestly. “Well then, come on Harrington, I think we have some forms to fill out.”

***

“Yay! You three found an apartment.”, Masie claps as you beam at her from your side of the lunch table. “And you’ll be so close to. You’ll have to give me a tour after school some time before graduation next week.”

“Of course! And I found this place a couple of hours away, that has furniture for really cheap. It’s donated and it’s so nice. Eddie, can you reach in my bag and grab that brochure for that store for me?”

He gently nods as you and your friend keep talking while he digs in your backpack. A wadded piece of paper falls onto his lap and he quickly catches it, pausing as he takes a look.

“My mom said she would help us move. I’m so excited—”

“The fuck is this?”

You all turn to look at the metalhead as he holds up the note in his hand.

“Oh, um, it’s nothing. You can throw that away.” As you reach over the table, he pulls his arm back, keeping it away from your grasp.

“It’s nothing, huh? ‘Y/N Hawkins Fat Whore. Available for the right price. For recommendations see Freak Munson and Bitch Harrington. Fill out applications. Oh who are we kidding. She’ll have anyone. Just ask!’”

“Who the fuck gave you that?!”, Masie growled in anger.

“I don’t know…I found it in my locker.”, you answer in a small voice as your head fell.

“When?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Bullshit.”, Steve grumbled.

When you finally found the courage to look their way, it was worse than you expected; they were fuming. You couldn’t tell if it was at you for not telling them or whoever left the note in your locker.

“How many times have you gotten something like this?”, Eddie asked.

You knew you were in trouble and didn’t see the point of hiding it anymore. Grabbing your bag, you pulled out a folder, flipping through papers till you found what you were looking for. You handed them to Steve who looked them over with his friend.

“What’s it like fucking a freak? Does he summon the devil or draw symbols with pig’s blood?”

“I bet Harrington cums early every time. Too bad I don’t like fat chicks or I’d take care of you.”

“Ugly…disgusting…whore…slut…you should be ashamed…no wonder mommy and daddy don’t love you anymore.”

Steve’s jaw tightened; he recognized the handwriting. Abruptly, he rises from the table, gathering the papers in his hands as he heads straight for his old table, the popular kids table. Tommy is mid joke as the man slams the notes down with his palm startling everyone.

“Do you think you’re funny? Sliding these into her locker?”

“Steve, we have no idea—”

“You don’t even have the balls to say it to her face or mine. Don’t worry. I do. You leave her the fuck alone or I swear to God. I will make your lives hell and not just until graduation.”

“EVERYONE LISTEN UP!” Eddie climbed on to the popular kids table as he addressed the room. “That beautiful woman right there?”, he points to you. “She’s not our whore and we aren’t using her. We’re not Christian Wexler. We have no problem telling you assholes that Y/ N is ours. We love her and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you fuckers keep treating her like garbage. If Steve and I catch anyone sneaking these bullshit notes into her locker or making fun of her in any way we WILL have a problem!”

He jumps back down onto the floor next to the other man and tears up the notes they left you.

“Do you understand me?” Everyone looks down nodding their heads. “Oh, come on gang. Don’t get shy on me now. Wouldn’t want to summon the devil to come have a word with you.”

Their eyes widen as they verbally confirm his question before he tosses the torn up paper at Tommy. Both men come back to their seats and casually continue eating their food, heavily breathing as they try to calm down.

“Munson…”, a male voice speaks his name as he slowly walks by your table.

“Mr. C.”

“Problem?”

“No, sir. No problem here.”, he answers without looking his way.

Your teacher nods before a little smile forms on his lips as he passes you by, lightly tapping your shoulder as he continues monitoring the room.

It takes them awhile before they finally glance your way and notice you two smiling at them.

“Calm down. You’re still in trouble.”, Eddie smirks as he tries to sound angry.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, well, we did.”, Steve huffs.

Your grin grows as you slide your chair back and come around to sit on his lap. His arms immediately wrap around you as you circle yours around his neck. As you lean your forehead against his temple, he lets out a heavy exhale.

“I love you.”, he mumbles.

“I love you to.”

###############

“Hey, baby. Wow, you guys picked a good spot here.”, your mom grins as she enters the apartment.”

“Right? I love it. I was afraid we’d have to settle for something small which is fine. I just thought Eddie deserved a bigger space after growing up in that small trailer. Steve doesn’t care either way. He says he always thought his dad’s house was too big. I think it’s just because he spent so much time alone.”

Her smile grows as she listens to you talk. The more you speak about them the more she sees your genuine care for them, allow her to understand a bit more about your relationship.

“Jesus Christ!”, Eddie exclaims as both men stumble through the door carrying a couch. “And…by that I mean—”

“It’s ok, Mr. Munson. You don’t have to suck up to me.” You mom laughs before turning her attention back to you. “After tomorrow you’ll officially be a graduate. Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”, you giggle. “I’m just ready to leave those kids behind.”

A sudden knock startles everyone as your father slowly walks in. “This isn’t where you guys are putting the couch, right?”

Both boys turn to you, unsure of what to do.

“Are you lost, Rob?”

You dad exhales as he playfully glares at your mom. “No, Bev. I just…I thought maybe…I don’t know…I’d see the place…It’s, uh, it’s nice.” As he pulls his hands out of his pockets to gesture around the area, you notice his knuckles are bleeding.

“Dad! Oh my god.” You don’t even think twice as you grab his arm and lead him over to the sink to wash his wound. Steve and Eddie exchange a glance before looking towards your mom who holds up her palm assuring them that everything is under control. “What happened? Steve, can you grab the stuff from the bathroom?”

He nods, disappearing and reappearing with things to take care of your father as you both sit at the table. Still not sure of how to proceed he and the metalhead sit across from you while your mom sits next to her husband on the end.

“I, uh, went to talk to Harrington today. Not you…the other one.”, he follows as the boy looks at him confused. “Bev told me what he said at the bar and what you told her he said to Steven.” Your father shifts his gaze towards him before looking back down at his knuckles as you clean them with antiseptic. “Thank you…for trying to defend her.”

“I love her for her. I don’t care what she looks like or where she comes from.” Eddie lightly nods his head, agreeing with Steve’s words.

“I went to his house and confronted him. Let’s just say he won’t be posing for any pictures anytime soon.” He chuckles but it fades as no one laughs along with him. While you wrap his cuts, he turns towards the other boy. “I’m sorry for hitting you.”

Eddie folds his arms over his chest. “Thanks but I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. That hit wasn’t meant for me.”

When he focused his attention back to you, your eyes were downcast as you placed your palms in your lap. Your father sighs as he leans back.

“I AM sorry for…The whole situation was just…a lot. I don’t get it. I don’t think I ever will. When I met your mom, I knew I loved her. I couldn’t picture loving anyone else. How can you…I mean?”

“That’s how I feel about them. I…”, you shrug as you try to find the right words. “I can’t explain it. Since the first conversation we had, I knew there was something about them.”

“I just…I had no idea. I never thought you would ever do something like this. Where’s the line, Y/N? I mean what else are you capable of?”

“She’s capable of anything.”, Eddie answers. “That shouldn’t scare you. You should be proud of her. She’s not afraid anymore. When we met her, she was so timid to the point that she would literally fold into herself so people would leave her alone. Look at her now. She got into college, her own place, she’s actually fucking smiling…sorry.”

Your mom smirks as he apologizes.

“Dad, I’m not…running around having a relationship with everyone. We aren’t going to add people to our dynamic. I love THEM. If we…we broke up…I wouldn’t go searching for two people to be with again. It’s not a preference. It just is.”

Your father nods as he leans back in his seat before his eyes meet yours briefly and he softly smiles. “So is it just the couch you guys got today or is there more?”

“Um, her bed is in the truck outside.”

“Well, come on, gentlemen. Let’s get the last of the stuff up here.”

##############

“Alright, freaks and weirdos of the class 1984, smile!” Steve holds up the polaroid and takes a picture before handing it back to Masie. You giggle as he obnoxiously shakes the image in his hand.

“We are finally free and I am so excited!”, your best friend grins as she does a little dance. “How does it feel, Munson? You were almost held back.”

“Yeah, thanks to princess here, I made it by the skin of my fucking teeth.” Smiling you lean over and kiss his cheek.

“I’m glad BOTH your parents decided to come, Y/N.”

“Me to.” You sneak a glance at Steve as his eyes shift down to the risers you four were sitting on. “I’m sorry yours didn’t.”

He flashes you a slanted smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring your closer to his side as he kisses the top of your head. “Even if they didn’t hate me right now, I don’t think they would have come. All this stuff is beneath him.”

“Well, I’m proud of you; both of you.”

Eddie grabs your hand, bringing the back of it to his lips.

“Jesus Christ, Ed. Can’t you ever just look fucking normal for a picture for once?”, Steve asks after the polaroid finally displayed the image he took.

“What are you talking about, Harrington? That is how I normally look.”

“Do you want to hang out tonight?”, you ask Masie as she hands the photo back to the boys.

“I can’t tonight. I…have a date.”

“Ooo…with who?”

“None of your business, Munson.”, she answers playfully before whispering towards you. “I’ll tell you later.”

***

The three of you lay haphazardly on your bed in your apartment as you pass the joint Eddie rolled back and forth. Steve happily sighs from his spot on your stomach that he is using as a pillow while you absently run your fingers through his hair. Your own head is resting on the metalhead’s lap as he leans his back against the headboard.

“We got you present, sweetheart.”

“You got me something? Aw, you guys didn’t have to. You graduated to.”

“Oh, trust me, honey. This is also a present for us.”, the other boy laughs as Eddie slides off the bed. After disappearing into the living room, he comes back with a box, and hands it to you.

“Open it in the bathroom and put it on.”

You nod as you thank him, scurrying into the bathroom to do what he asked. Lifting the top off the lid on your present, you gasp at the silky, purple material you find within. As you raise it towards the light, you notice most of the lingerie garment is see-through except some purposely placed designs that block the area of your nipples. The matching panties conceal all the major bits but when you slide them on you notice they still display a lot of your ass.

This is completely new territory for you and as you stare at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but feel a little self-conscious.

“Babe? Are you alright in there?”, Eddie asks.

“Um, yeah…”

“Uh oh. Is that self-doubt I’m hearing?” A breathy giggle escapes your lips. They both know you to well. “Get your sexy ass out here.”

With one final sigh, you open the bathroom door and display the gift they had bought you. They had both been sitting on the edge of the mattress waiting for you, their eyes lighting up when the land on you and your body.

“I-I’ve never worn anything like this before.”

“Well, we’ll definitely be buying more. God damn, Y/N.” Steve places his hand over his chest as he exhales heavily. “You look so fucking gorgeous.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”, you blush.

Eddie grins as he beckons you with his finger to come closer, grabbing your hips and yanking you onto his lap with your back against his chest. His arms wrap around you as he leans his chin on your shoulder.

“You do look stunning.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Mmm—so polite. I love it. Can you do me a favor, pretty girl?”

“Of course. Anything.”

The metalhead’s lips kiss your cheek before hovering outside the shell of your ear. “Can you touch yourself for us?”

“I-I-In front of you?”, you asked in a small voice that had both men trying to hide their groans.

“Yes, sweetheart.” Gripping your hand, he sticks two of your fingers in his mouth, wetting them with his saliva. “Right here on Master’s lap. Take these two fingers and rub your clit for us.”

After moving the piece of silk covering your core, you do has he asks, moaning as you press slow circles against your nub.

“That’s our girl. Does that feel good?”

“Yes, Sir, it feels good.”

“Fuck, princess, you drive us crazy.”, Eddie mewls. “Now, I want you to slide them into your tight little pussy for me and keep moving them as we talk to you, okay?”

“Mmm—yes, Sir.”

“How do you want it tonight, Y/N? Do you want Daddy and I to be nice and gentle?”

“Or…” Steve’s soothing voice shot straight to you core making you clench around your digits. “Do you want us to fuck you hard and rough like a whore? It’s been so long since we’ve done that.”

“Fuck.”, you whimper as you thrust your fingers at a much faster pace. “F-fuck me like you guys did—mmm—that first time w-we were together.”

They both laugh as Eddie’s palm glides up your skin from your wrists up to your throat, turning your face so his mouth is hovering over your own.

“We can do that. You have to make yourself cum first though, baby.” Your eyes flutter closed as you lean back against his chest. “You know, I think about the first time when I’m playing with myself to. I picture you flat on the desk with your mouth open for me; moaning around my dick while Steve fucked you.” Eddie licked his lips as he smiled.

“Personally, I like to think about the first time I called you and you touched yourself just like this. Fuck, just hearing you moan about how you belong to us and how sore you were from us fucking you.” Steve’s fingers reached out to trace your skin along your thigh and you mewl at the contact.

You needed them now, pumping your fingers as fast as you could till you felt legs shake as the coil snapped. While you were panting against his cheek, Eddie gripped your wrist and held out your hand to the boy beside him who graciously ran his tongue over your messy digits, humming at the taste.

A sly grin spread across your face as you get off the man’s lap and stand to face them.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?”, Steve asked with a smile of his own.

“I was just thinking that you guys got to ask me…maybe I should ask you…which version of me do you want? Do you want meek Y/N you fucked that first night or sassy, slightly bratty Y/N?”

You giggle when they glance at each other with a small smirk. You already know their answer before they say anything. Today was a good day and they didn’t exactly need you to fully obey right away. It had been a while since they needed to put you in your place and remind you who was in charge.

“Oooh, you guys are taking a little too long to answer.”, you sing as you make a playful thinking face. “Hm. Maybe I should go introduce myself to the neighbors in this gorgeous piece of lingerie. Maybe they can actually make a decision.”

“Do it.”, Eddie challenges.

“Don’t think I won’t, Sir.” You slowly back up towards the living room and inch your way to the door. They get up to follow you and you bite your bottom lip as Steve glides a head of you to lean against the wall.

“We’ll go on then.”, he gestures towards the door. “Here let me help you.” As he reaches for the knob, you quickly block it with your body.

“Steve!” His eyes widen as his head tilts and you quickly cover your mouth.

“Oooh, baby. You just went all in, didn’t you?”, he muses as he slides behind you and wraps his arms around to your front.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to.”

“I know, honey, but we still have to punish you, right Ed?”

“You’re right, Steve.”

“Did we ever find handcuffs that won’t hurt our beautiful girl?”

“Not yet BUT I did read this thing in a book that offered some alternatives.” The air hits your back as Steve steps away and a little moan leaves your lips at the sound of Eddie taking off his belt. Leather wraps around your wrists and after a few moments you find yourself restricted.

“How is that, sweetheart?”

“Why are you asking, Sir? You can hurt me tonight. I want you to be rough with me.”

Calloused fingers abruptly grip your chin and turn your head to face him.

“It doesn’t matter why I’m fucking asking. If I ask you something, you answer. Now, how does that feel, little girl?”

“It feels fine.”

“Good.” He releases you from his hold and pushes your front half over the arm of the couch. “Jesus, I’m going to stop being nice and just call you demeaning names all night. You want to act like a bratty baby we can treat you like one.” Eddie’s hand comes down hard on your ass making you jump.

The sudden sound of vibration causes you to sit up to look behind you but the metalhead is prepared, shoving you again and slapping your behind. “Don’t move.”, he growls.

Long fingers move the silk panties covering your sex and you whimper when the wand finds you clit. They love that device, becoming almost giddy every time they use it. The reaction and moans it pulls from you tortures them as much as it does you but they can hold it together better than you can.

“Yes…yes Daddy. Please.”

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Tell me when you’re about to cum.”

“I’m…I’m gonna…” Abruptly, he pulls the wand away and smacks your ass. “No, no. Please…”

“What? You said you wanted it like that first night.”, Eddie snickered as he placed his naked body on the couch in front of you. “You think we cared if you came? It was just an added bonus that you did. Plus you wanted to act like a brat. Do brats get to cum, Stevie?”

“No, Ed, they do not.”

The metalhead watched with a gleam in his beautiful brown orbs as his friend pressed the device against your nub again, slowly building you up and then pulling it away before you could climax. It felt like it lasted forever as you panted and cried over Eddie’s lap. His hands brush over your hair, pulling it out of your face as he watched the frustration in your eyes.

“Fuck, Y/N. You have no idea how much this turns me on. Sometimes even I forget that we control that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Munson, how can you forget something like that?”, Steve chided as he smacked your ass making you moan.

“No, no Harrington. Not the physical part, I mean obviously her cunt is ours. We own her but the fact that only we can make you moan like you are right now. That only we can allow you to cum…fuck… hearing you beg for it.” He bites his lip before leaning forward to capture your own.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please, Sir. I want to cum.”

“You want to cum?”

“Y-yes, Sir. Please.”

Steve moves the wand again just as your about to, turning off the device and setting it aside as you whine. Eddie’s hand connects with your cheek at the sound.

“Stop fucking pouting.”

“Hey Ed, you know what I was just thinking? You’ve never had her ass, have you?”

“Not yet, no.” He leans back till he’s flat on the couch. “May want to wet it a bit.”, he grins holding the base of his cock. Climbing up, you rest your body on your knees as you tilt forward and envelope him into your mouth.

“Baby girl, come on. You can do better than that.” You gasp as Steve’s massive palm holds the back of your head and shoves you forward onto Eddie’s length making you gag and drool around him.

“Fuck me.” He grunts as you choke before scoffing and tugging you off him by your throat. “What are you doing?! Are you still being a fucking brat?”

“N-no, Sir.”

“Then why are you sucking my dick like you’ve never done it before? A little slut like you should know how to do it properly by now!”

You whine as you bounce on your knees and he smacks you again.

“Color baby?”

“Green, Daddy.”

“She’s fine, Steve. She’s being a pain in the ass right now because we haven’t allowed her to cum yet.”

“Wasn’t that the first thing we did?”

“She doesn’t count that, do you, princess? These little fingers are just too small to make her cum as hard as we do.” Grabbing your throat again, he forces you to face him. “Now, suck my cock correctly or neither of us are going to make you feel good tonight. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

*SMACK* “Louder!”

“Yes, Sir, I understand!”

As soon as he releases you, you take him in your mouth again, this time flattening your tongue and bobbing your head with the same energy you know makes him moan.

“See? Just like that, baby.”

Fingers move your hair to the side as Steve speaks to you with his low Daddy voice that has you clenching your thighs together.

“It’s not just about pleasure, little miss. Remember, you need him as lubricated as possible so he doesn’t hurt you.” He grins as you push Eddie to the back of your throat, holding still for as long as you can before pulling your head off him and spitting salvia onto his tip. “See, Ed? Little girl just needs a guiding hand is all.”

“Uh huh.”, the metalhead smirks as he leans up and brings your lips to his before using his thumb to wipe the tears that were smeared under your eyes. “A guiding hand to the ass maybe.” He softly smiles as he jokingly spanks you. “Turn around.”

You do as he asks while he places some strategic pillows behind his head allowing him to sit up slightly. After guiding your back to his chest, he opens your legs and positions you just so before reaching down to grab his cock.

“Can you hold yourself open for me, baby?”

“I-I can’t.”

Eddie grunts in annoyance as he pushes you up slightly, yanking the belt from your wrists and throwing it to the ground. As soon as your free, you do what he asks and help guide him into your ass.

“F-Fuck me.”

Steve waits a few moments, allowing you both to get comfortable before climbing between your legs. Gliding his tip through your folds you shuttered as he grazed your clit. Your eyes rolled back and closed as he sheathed himself inside of you, your back collapsing against Eddie’s chest as you allowed them to take over.

Each thrust was like a little taste of heaven. Eddie was right, they controlled your pleasure. No one could ever make you feel as good as they did. When you glanced up at Steve you noticed he was fighting to keep his eyes open.

“Da-Daddy, are you okay?”

“Mmm—yeah. You just—fuck—you look so fucking beautiful. I don’t want to take my-my eyes off of you.”

You felt one of your legs drop flat against the metalhead’s as his hand came up to turn your face so he could kiss your lips.

“So…so beautiful.”, he echoed his friend.

“I love you, Eddie.”, you panted against his lips.

He heavily moaned as he wrapped both arms around you tightly and begin ramming his hips hard up into yours.

“I love you to, Y/N. Cum, baby. Fucking cum hard on our cocks.”

Steve’s palm held on to your shoulder for leverage as he matched Eddie underneath you. You moaned and begged until the coil that they had been winding all night finally snapped and you cried as you came hard.

“Yes! Good girl. Such a…good…girl.” With a few more rough thrusts, Steve warmed your insides with Eddie following shortly after.

“Jesus Christ…that was amazing.” They carefully pulled out of you and the metalhead continued to hold you against his chest while the other boy went to grab some water.

“I’m sorry I said you name.”

Eddie tilted his head so he could see your face better. “Sweetheart, hearing you tell me you love me whether it be Sir, Master, Eddie, or freak…”, he smiles when you giggle. “It’s the best thing in the world.”

“I’ve never thought you were a freak. Even before I knew you.”

Steve grabbed your wrist and slowly moved you onto the cushions so you both could sit up. After gulping down the water he brought you, you leaned on his shoulder, placing a kiss on his skin.

“You really do look beautiful in this by the way.” He runs his fingers down the silky material.

“Thank you, Daddy. It’s actually surprisingly comfortable. May I ask you something?”

“Of course, but ask it in the shower because we need to clean you and believe it or not we can all fit in this tub.”

“Harrington, if we wanted to shower with me all you had to do was ask.” You laugh at Eddie’s joke as you grab his hand and tug him off the couch as you follow the other man to the bathroom.

“What did you want to ask, honey?”

A small smile paints your lips as you watch them try to figure out how to get you out of your outfit before finally just grabbing the bottom and pulling it over your head.

“Does it bother you that your parents didn’t show up today?”

“No.”

“Not even your mom? She didn’t really have a reason to not—”

“Yes, she did. She does whatever my father tells her to.”, he snapped.

You nodded as you pushed your back into Eddie’s chest.

“Steve, she was just asking because she cares. It’s a little weird I know. Having a woman in our lives who actually gives a damn.”

He sighs as he guides you under the water. “No, not even my mom. Y/N, kind of like Munson here, my parents stopped parenting pretty early on. Honestly, I’m used to it by now. I know that sounds harsh but it’s true. I think it would have angered me if they had shown up like they helped me accomplish something.”

Your hands reach out to gently cup his face. “I just don’t want you to feel like…no one was proud of you.”

He softly smiles before kissing your forehead. “Thank you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“I know, baby. I know.”

“I would have liked for your dad to be there if only to see what her dad did to his face.”

The three of you laugh as the begin to clean your body.

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Eddie has his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you two watch an action movie on tv.

“I could be a spy.”

“No, you couldn’t! Everything about you is so loud.”, you giggle.

“Oh, come on! I can totally be suave like James Bond.”

“Yeah, you could.”

“You can be my Money Penny.”

Steve nonchalantly exits the bedroom and grabs a banana from the counter, leaning his back against it as he eats. The two of you continue to stare ahead but the man can still see the grins on your faces that you both are trying to hide.

“Ok. Go ahead. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”

“Are you ready for your first day, sailor?” Eddie’s toothy grin grows when you try to stifle your laugh.

“Don’t listen to him, Daddy. I think you look sexy.”

“Yeah, I mean way those little blue shorts accentuate your knees, man.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”, Steve smirks as he throws away his peel and saunters over to you to give you a kiss before lightly pushing his friend’s head. “I’ll see you two later.”

“We definitely need to get you one of those.”, Eddie chuckles as the other man leaves and you playfully shove his chest.

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icycoldninja · 1 month

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Hey, love your DMC fanfics, can I request DMC5 Dante with sweet and kind s/o in her twenties, meeting fem reader parents who are really strict, conservative and lil abusive especially the reader's mother. They have weird ideas of purity for women and are very patriarchal.

Hello, hope you're well. Thank you very much, I am more than honored that you enjoy my writing. I am afraid to say that I have chosen to omit several aspects of your request as I wish for this blog and all material posted on it to remain free from political and social reform-related biases. In order to preserve the intended mood of the piece, I have replaced the aforementioned omitted material with synonymous themes, as needed. I understand that this may be disappointing to you, and for that, I apologize. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this fanfiction and that you have a fruitful and productive day. Thank you for your patience and leniency.

Terrible idea (DMC5! Dante x Fem!Abused!Reader)

TW: Controlling parents, violence, and implications of physical abuse incoming; if you are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI.

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You sighed, resting your cheek on your palm as you stared out the car window, absently watching the blurred scenery rush by. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your hands felt clammy; you couldn't believe this was actually happening.

For context, today was the day Dante had agreed to meet your your parents. Normally, this would be a joyous occasion, but in this case, it was terrifying because your parents were less than pleasant, to say the least. They hated the idea of you leaving their (abusive) household so much, they did everything they could to make your relationships--be they friendships or otherwise--crumble. At first, they'd attempted to keep you isolated, but now you had a job, and therefore, your own house, which was conveniently far, far away from theirs, so there was nothing they could do. Their only remaining tactic was to embarrass you and insult anyone you brought to see them until your guest left, either in disgust or awkwardness. The only reason Dante lasted as long as he did was because he'd never met them--you'd kept their existence a secret from him and his existence from them up until this point.

You hadn't wanted to bring Dante to meet them, but he'd insisted. Because his parents weren't alive anymore, he was unable to introduce you to them; to make up for it, he'd meet your parents instead. You never told him how horrible your folks were, however, and were seriously regretting it now, but he was so excited--you just couldn't burst his bubble like that. Maybe, hopefully, things would go well today.

"Hey, babe, you OK?" Dante asked, briefly glancing in your direction.

"Yeah," You sighed, turning and smiling at him.

"You sure? You don't sound ok."

"I...I'm fine, don't worry."

"Ok...well...we're almost there, according to the GPS."

You nodded, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, not really sure what to say. You honestly didnt want to be going to your parents' house; Dante didn't need to get involved in your family issues any more than he needed to.

"Come on, I see that frown. You can tell me if something's wrong, y'know," Dante encouraged, patting your shoulder.

"There's nothing wrong," You responded, forcing another smile. "I'm fine." Dante would have pursued the conversation, but there was a sharp turn coming up that he needed to focus on. Once he rounded the curve, you spotted the a building in the distance; a familiar building that you recognized as your parents house; the building that had never been your home.

"This your folks' place?" Dante asked, and when you nodded, a big grin broke out on his face. It was clear he was excited to meet those who had "raised" you. It was a shame he had no idea how awful they truly were. "Alright," He exclaimed, grinning, "Let's go meet the people that raised my angel!" He flung the car door open and bounded out out it, with you slowly following suit. Poor Dante. He had no idea what waited for him there, and it was all because of your weakness. Now that you were literally on the threshold of hell itself, you felt so upset with yourself for not warning him earlier; for being so selfish and keeping the truth a secret from him. You were sure that after today, he wouldn't want to be with you anymore, and so, you decided to simply accept your fate and get on with it; maybe the day would pass by quicker if you pretended to enjoy it.

Your anxiety and fear reaching its peak, you rung the doorbell and waited for the door to swing open; waited to be greeted with the frowning faces of those horrible monsters you couldn't believe you called your parents.

Sure enough, the door creaked open, and you were met with your mother, a scowl plastered across her wrinkling face.

"Y/N," She greeted, stiffly, prompting you to force a smile.

"Good afternoon, mother." Your mother then turned her attention to Dante and narrowed her eyes at him.

"And who's this?"

"My...umm....my..." You words died in your throat; your mother's scrutinizing gaze silencing you. You sighed, folding your arms and averting your gaze. Thinking you were just too excited to function properly, Dante eagerly piped up and finished your sentence.

"I'm her man, name's Dante, nice to meet ya!" He stuck his hand out, expecting your mother to shake it, but she did no such thing.

"What? A boyfriend? Are you crazy? We told you never to get a boyfriend--you don't deserve one! " She yelled, her piercing, fiery gaze directed on you. "Answer me, girl, what were you thinking?!" You couldn't. You felt like there was a burning lump in your throat, preventing you from speaking. If you did, you were sure you would cry. You knew this was a bad idea. What were you thinking indeed, coming here and bringing Dante with you? Clearly angry at your lack of a response, your mother crossed over to you and slapped you across the face. "What has gotten into you, child? How dare you disobey us and bring this filthy troll to our doorstep?! How dare you?!" Suddenly, your mother seized you by the arm and began beating you with her bony, yet painful fists; his vise-like grip keeping you in place even though you screamed in pain and tried to get away.

"Stop it, let go of her!" Shouted Dante, forcing your mother away and standing between the two of you. You sobbed, clinging onto his arm as you desperately tried to wipe away your tears.

"Get out of my way, you have no right to stand between me and my daughter!"

"She ain't your daughter if you hit her like that--the hell you thinking?! What was that even for?!"

"Shut the fuck up, you worthless loser," Retorted your mother, spitefully. "You have no right telling me how to parent my child.

"She's not your child if you treat her like this," Dante said, coldly. "Come on, babe, let's get outta here." He wrapped his arm around you and tried to guide you away, but you remained still.

"I'm sorry, Dante," You said, still crying. "I shouldn't have dragged you into this. I'm so, so sorry--I should have told you about them sooner."

"And what's that supposed to mean, young lady?!" Demanded your father, striding into view in his usual stained shirt. "And who the fuck is this?"

"Her boyfriend," Growled your mother, turning her nose up in disgust. "A bad influence, too." Your father grunted, roughly grabbing your wrist and jerking you towards the house.

"That's easily taken care of. Get outta here, loser, you'll never see my daughter again." You turned and looked at the angry expression on Dante's face, wishing you had the strength to stand up for yourself and break free. Unfortunately, you didn't; you were too afraid to do anything. You could only watch as your horrible parents dragged you inside their house of horrors and slammed the doors in your boyfriend's face.

Once again, you found yourself questioning your thought processes that led you to set foot within a 40 mile radius of your parents' lair.

You knew it; you felt it in your bones and your gut, but you did it anyway.

You were such an idiot.

This really was a terrible idea.

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his-angell · 9 months

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Strike 3. (s.cb)

plot; You never had a good relationship with your parents. So when they invited you to a family dinner, you were unsure of whether to go or not. Changbin said you should at least try. So you did. You went. But you end up wishing you hadn't.

pairing; Seo Changbin x fem!reader

genre; angst, comfort

word count; 2.7k

warnings; mentally abusive parents, weight insecurity, knifes cause cooking is mentioned, one small blood mention, alcohol mention, trauma reminders, cursing, established relationship, description of panic attack, crying, pet names

request; no

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As you stared at your phone, your thumbs hovered over the keyboard. Your mother had texted the night prior, her text reading, “We’re having a family dinner at home tomorrow. We would like you to come.”. Which would have been great and all, if you had a good relationship with them.

Ever since you were young, your parents were hard on you. Always belittling you for such small things. Praising your older brother, since he seemed to be getting further than you were. You were always jealous of the way he was treated. He always got the praise and love you never got.

When you brought it up to Changbin, he said you should go. He knew of the way they used to treat you. But he assumed maybe this dinner was gonna be different. That this was their redemption. So with some convincing, you finally agreed. So here you sat, texting your mother a simple, “I’ll be there.”

You didn’t wear anything special. Looking at yourself in the long way mirror you and Changbin had in your room. You wore one of his white hoodies, black cargo pants and your converse. You weren’t gonna try and impress them. You didn’t wanna seem like a try hard.

You sighed as you grabbed your phone and lanyard which held your keys. You walked over to Changbin who was cleaning up the kitchen. “I’m heading out.” You said as you leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Alright, tell me when you're on your way home, yeah?” He turned to you. You nodded and gave a soft kiss to his lips.

As you walked out, you heard him call out. “I love you!” You giggled a bit. “Love you most!” With that, you headed out. As you walked to your car, you were really contemplating if you wanted to go or not. But you guessed you had already made your choice when you texted your mother back. You sighed as you got in, starting the car.

You drove in silence, needing time to mentally prepare for what was to come. You parked on the side of the road in front of the house. You turned off the car, stuffing your phone and keys in your pocket, the my melody lanyard hanging out. You walked up to the door, slowly holding your fist up to knock.

It was only a few seconds before your brother opened the door. He stared for a second. “You look fancy.” He said sarcastically. “Yeah, thanks.” You rolled your eyes as you walked into the house. You gave a small smile to your mother who came to greet you.

You bowed your head and hugged her. “Hi momma.” You said quietly. “Hi, Jagi.” She said back, leaning back to cup your cheeks. She pinched at them. “You’ve gotten some extra chub to your cheeks.” She said, huffing disappointedly. You frowned. “Oh- I..” You just cleared your throat, knowing better than to talk back.

Your father was next to walk to greet you. Except there was a noticeable grimance on his face. “You look lazy.” He motioned to your outfit. “Yeah. It's to hide all that weight she gained.” Your brother leaned against the wall.

Strike one. Did you really look that bad? “Sorry.” You bowed your head down, holding it as a deep apology. “Anyways! Come help me with dinner, dear!” Your mother patted your head. Your father and brother headed out to the living room.

As your mum explained to you what you were gonna be doing, you nodded. You were gonna be cutting the vegetables for the salad. She handed you a knife and you began to cut the vegetables.

You seemed to be zoned out, because as you were cutting, you cut your finger pretty good. “Aishh! Shibal-!” You cried out, dropping the knife onto the cutting board. You whimpered as you held your bleeding hand over the sink.

Your father whipped around, glaring at you from the other side of the bar counter. “Don’t you curse in my house!” He yelled, gripping the glass of whiskey in his hand. You opened your mouth to speak when you were slapped upside the head making you wince.

“You know better! That is unlady like! It's disgusting!” Your mother spat at you. You looked at your brother as he chuckled, leaning back in his chair, sipping at his glass of whiskey. “You need to grow up, dude. It's a small cut.” He scoffed. You clenched your jaw.

Strike two. You stormed out of the kitchen, rushing to the bathroom. You cupped your hand below your finger, attempting not to drip any blood anywhere. Once you got to the bathroom, you closed the door with your foot. You held your hand in the sink and let cold water run over it.

You felt your eyes get fuzzy as you let the water run. Nothing changed.. It was the same thing when you were younger. Walking in crying, having scraped your knee on the pavement. You were told to grow up. You weren’t dying. You weren’t broken. Get over it.

Never did you get a kiss better. A mother to hush your cries as she bandages your knee with a bandage and neosporin. You took a deep breath. You shook your head, blinking back your tears. You grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and began taking care of your finger.

You picked up your mess, putting the kit away and looking at yourself in the mirror. You wiped your eyes and huffed. You walked out of the bathroom to see the table set and ready, your parents and brother sitting down.

“Took you long enough.” Your father scolded. “Sorry, dad.” You apologized as you sat down. It was normal to let the men at the table grab their food first. Then your mother, then you. You started to put food on your plate. “Should you be eating that much?” Your brother spoke, mouthfill of food.

You sighed, placing the main course back in its bowl, just sitting with salad on your plate. You weren’t really hungry now.. So you picked at the food on your plate. There was only so much patience left before you hit strike three.. You were like a ticking bomb.

You stared at your plate, waiting for someone to start a conversation. As if on cue, your mother spoke. “Are you still working as a kindergarten teacher, (y/n)?” She asked. You pursed your lips before nodding. “Yeah. I like it there. The kids are the sweetest.” You forced a small smile.

“Aishh.. So disappointing.” Your father tutted. You looked at him. “You know, your brother is climbing the family company chain. He's about to be vice president next month.” He praised the male. tick tick tick…

You nodded a little. “Good job.” You nodded to your brother. “Thanks,” He shook his head a bit. You grabbed your glass of water, taking a sip from it. “Are you still dating that Changbin guy?” Your mother asked, covering her mouth as she chewed her food.

This might be better. They were asking about your lovely boyfriend! You smiled a bit and nodded. “Yeah! We’re about to hit our four year anniversary.” You said proudly. You faltered though when your brother cackled.

“Wait, you mean that idiot in the band? The one who got mad at the last dinner we had?” He pointed. You glanced down. “He wasn’t mad. He just wasn’t comfortable with how you were treating me,” You said matter of factly. “Don’t you dare talk back to your brother like that!” Your father raised his voice. tick tick tick…

You balled your fists, your leg beginning to bounce under the table. “You’re so dramatic, jagi. We treat you just fine.” Your mother said. You scoffed. “Yeah, do you?” You said, your fuse getting smaller by the second. “Yes, we do.” She shot a glare at you. tick tick tick…

You stared her dead in the eye. “You guys belittle me like i'm a bug!” You laughed in disbelief. “Not true, (y/n). Like your mother said, you're just being dramatic.” Your father piped in. “It's your stupid boyfriend. He's putting lies into your head to make us look bad.” Your brother spat. tick tick tick…

You stared at all them in utter disbelief. “You're joking! You did nothing but belittle me all night. The second I got here, you degraded me!” You raised your voice. “And you praise him like he's so much better than me!” You pointed at your brother. tick tick tick..

“Because he is better than you!!” Your father yelled. BOOM.

You shot up from your chair. Your stormed out of the house, slamming the door. The tears in your eyes stung. Your chest was tight. You got in your car and started it, immediately driving home.

As you walked in the door, Changbin could already read your body language. The way you angrily untied your shoes, throwing them on the floor once they were off your feet. The way you tossed your keys on the counter instead of hanging them up. He looked at you as you just walked to your room with not even a hello.

You shut the door of your shared bedroom. You didn’t even make it to the bed before your legs gave out, sending you straight to the floor. All of what you held back in the car was coming out now. Your chest was tight and you couldn’t catch your breath.

Your lips became tingly and dry as you clutched your chest. A choked cry escaped your lips as you closed your eyes tightly. Your head was so heavy. You felt as if you were gonna vomit. You gripped onto the hoodie, coughing as you choked on sobs.

You were unable to hear anything, due to the ringing in your ears that gave you a pounding headache. Changbin was in front of you, trying to get you out of it. “Baby! Hey! Breathe! Please breathe for me!” He tried.

His voice echoed in your head. You slowly opened your eyes. “I’m right here, Jagiya.” He said, holding your hands tightly. “Bin!” You sobbed. “Gh- hurts!” You still couldn’t seem to catch your breath. Still choking and coughing as the sobs escaped your throat.

Changbin nodded, rubbing gently over your knuckles with his thumbs. “I know, I know..” He mumbled. “Can you breathe with me? Like we practiced.” He said. You nodded quickly. “In.. One, two.. Out. One, two, three..” He said. You did as he said, following his breathing.

“Good.. You’re doing so good, baby.” He said. After a few more, you were semi calm. You hiccupped. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked. “Can.. Can I shower first?” You asked. He nodded. “I’ll sit in there, if you’d like.” He offered. You nodded.

He helped you up and you walked to the bathroom. You pulled off your jeans and socks. Changbin sat down on the toilet after setting the lid down. You slowly took off the hoodie, nothing but a bra under it. So there you stood, in your bra and underwear staring in the mirror.

Changbin squinted at you for a moment, watching how you stared at your stomach. He stood up and walked behind you, hugging your waist. “Binnie.. Do-Do you think im-” He was quick to cut you off. “No. No. No.” He said. He kissed your shoulders, kneeling down and turning you around.

He littered your stomach with kisses. “You’re so gorgeous, Jagiya.” He hushed against your skin. “Your stomach is so beautiful. All of you is beautiful.” He nibbled at your tummy a bit. You giggled softly, running your hands through his curly hair. “That tickles-” You hummed.

He looked up at you. “Mmm.. I wanna hear you say it,” He said. You frowned. “Say what?” You mumbled. “That youre beautiful.” He stood up and went back behind you, hugging your waist again. You blinked. You stared at yourself in the mirror, shaking your head.

“I can’t..” Your voice cracked. “Yes, you can, baby.” Changbin kissed your shoulder gently. “I-I..” You looked at Changbin in the mirror. He was giving gentle eyes to you. “I’m..” You started. He nodded gently. “I’m beautiful.” You finally said. Changbin gave a gentle smile. “So beautiful,” He said.

“Now get in the shower, yeah? I’ll go put your towel and pjs in the dryer so they're warm for you.” He said. He kissed your cheek and left the bathroom. You couldn’t describe how grateful you were for him.. You stripped out of your garments and got into the shower.

You spent a little while in the shower. Scrubbing a little harder than normal to get the disgusting words from your parents off your body. Changbin sat outside the shower, humming to a song he had stuck in his head as he scrolled through his phone.

Once you were done you turned off the water. “Bin, can you go get my clothes?” You asked softly, poking your head out from behind the curtain. He nodded and smiled at you before heading to get them out of the dryer.

You stood in the shower as you waited, thanking him when he returned. He left the bathroom so you could dry off and change. After you did so, you brushed your hair and teeth. You looked at the door, closing it a bit.

Even having heard Changbins words from before, you couldn’t forget the ones from your family. You leaned closer to the mirror and pinched your cheeks. You turned, tracing your jawline. You sniffled and gripped the sink. You groaned, leaving the bathroom quickly.

Changbin had made the bed nice and comfy for you to come back to. You smiled softly and sat down next to him, leaning into his chest. “You smell so nice,” He giggled as he ran his hands through your damp hair. You laughed softly, rolling your eyes playfully.

You took a deep breath. You promised you’d tell him after you shower.. So that's what you did. You began to tell him all of what happened. From how they bashed you the moment you walked in, to the moment you left.

When you had mentioned your finger, he gasped loudly. “Oh, Jagiya!” He frowned, taking your hand gently. He had seen the bandage before but he was too focused on calming you down. He brought your finger to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to it.

He had listened to all of what you had to say. Humming here and there to let you know he was listening. He would wipe your stray tears with his thumbs when they fell down your cheeks. Deep down he was pissed. Rightfully so. He hated how your parents treated you.

He had witnessed it first hand when they invited the both of you to dinner at a fancy restaurant. It was disgusting how they shit talked her like it was nothing. Then to turn around and praise their other child just as easily. He hated it.

He rubbed your back comfortingly. “I’m so sorry sweet Jagi.” He sighed softly. You shrugged. “It’s whatever.” You sighed. “I knew better when I decided to go.” You mumbled. “Still. You don’t deserve that,” He said. “Get some rest, yeah? I’ll treat you to a better dinner tomorrow?” He smiled.

You smiled softly, looking up at him. “Thank you. Bin. I appreciate you more than you know.”

You whispered. “Aishh.. No need to thank me.” He gave that nervous smile. You giggled and kissed him softly, which he happily returned.

You pulled away after a moment and hummed. You both crawled under the blanket and tangled your legs together. He reached behind him and turned off the lamp before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“I love you, Jagiya.” He whispered. “I love you more, Bin.” You hummed and closed your eyes, drifting off into a comfortable sleep. He would stay awake though.. Just for a few minutes. Taking you in. Admiring you from the dim streetlamp that shined through the window. He didn’t understand how anyone could be so rude and unkind to someone like you. So pretty and sweet.. He sighed softly and closed his eyes, kissing your head and falling asleep soon after.

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im so proud of this tbh :0 i literally thought of this as i was falling asleep and i wa so excited to write it, i love angst. i hope you guys enjoyedd! stay safe, loves! muwahhh!!

all writing rights are reserved to @his-angell do not repost or translate my work without my permission.

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kriture · 6 months

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Steve Harrington gets stabbed with a kitchen knife (he loves though dw) (he would totally die in real life though)

Summary: The people of Hawkins were sure that if anybodys parent(s) turned out to be a murderer, it would be Eddie Munson's father, Al. Al was a thief whose son would begin selling drugs and actually be accused for murder. Nobody would expect golden boy Steve Harrington's dad to be as short-tempered as he was.

Ships: Steddie and mention of Jancy

Warnings: graphic violence, low key child abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, very innacurate treatment of wounds, even less accurate healing rates, brief mention of suicide, hospitals, and descriptions of blood,

Note: No, I don't actually think Steve's dad is like this in canon. I just watched a tiktok of Vanessa and William from the fnaf movie with Love the Way You Lie by Rihanna and got inspired. Also, I refuse to not write like a soap opera. This isn't realistic at all. Also, pushing Greek/Italian!Steve agenda.

***

7:27 PM

When asked who would be capable of murder, Hawkins citizens always said, "Al Munson or his kid."

It was the obvious answer. Al had a criminal record and was arrested for murdering his wife. It was almost named a suicide, until police found the cause of death wasn't overdose but strangulation. The night police came to arrest Eddie's dad was the last time he ever saw him.

Eddie didn't feel for his dad; he hated him. He believed every word the police told him about his father, but be still visited.

"I saw you two arguing, dad. You threatened her!"

"Listen, kid. I'm telling you, I loved your mother. If anybody killed her, it was Miguel Harrington."

"Why would he kill mom?"

"He hated me."

"You didn't know the Harrington's back then. They moved here after mom died."

"You don't know anything. Just be careful of them. I'll bet you his son is even worse."

"It's you who doesn't know anything. Steve's nice, so is his dad. They're why I'm not in here with you right now."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

"I won't."

Eddie dropped the phone and walked out of the room. When he got back to his trailer, he was greeted by Wayne and Steve watching football.

"Theres no fucking chance he made that- Oh. Hey Eddie." Steve's voice changed from frustration to love in a second. "How'd the talk with your dad go?"

"Alright, or as well as talking to a psycho can go." Eddie sat down next to Steve on the couch. "What's your dad like?"

"Why?”

"Just asking. You never talk about him."

"Well, he's loud, bossy, and... He's kinda just a rich asshole, you know?"

"No, I don't know. Like the ones on TV?"

"Yeah, actually."

Eddie leaned into Steve's chest.

"Who are we rooting for, Stevie?"

"Neither, we hate both of these teams. They both suck ass."

"Who do we hate?"

"Who do we hate less?"

"Well, I like the Chiefs, but Wayne likes the Falcons. This game isn't really that important though because 49ers are definitely gonna win."

"No, the Saints are gonna win."

"We'll see about that, Wayne."

The conversation was cut off by the phone ringing.

"I got it. Tell me who wins?"

Steve reminded Eddie that the game just started.

"Eddie?" The voice on the phone asked.

"Yes?"

"Great, is Steve there? He wasn't at his house."

"Robin?

"Yeah."

"Yes, Steve is here. He's watching football with Wayne."

"Can I come?"

"Yeah!"

The phone hung up from the other line.

"Robins coming over?" Steve asked.

"Mhm"

A few minutes later Robin came in, dropped off by Nancy who didn't stay sue to a date with Johnathan. They were all laughing and having fun. Eddie and Robin didn't really know what was going on, but they had fun badly commentating on what was going on. Life was good. When Robins curfew came (8:30), Steve drove Robin home and went back to his house. To his surprise, and slight dismay, his parents were waiting for him.

"Hey, papá"

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing."

"You're my son; I can tell when you're hiding something."

"I'm not, dad."

"Tell me!" Miguel's voice roared through the otherwise silent house.

"Okay okay I have a boyfriend and I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to be kicked out I'm so sorry."

"Why would we kick you out? Just don't get that new virus going around. Who is this mysterious boy?"

"His name's Eddie."

"Munson?" Steve's mother, Cora, chimed in.

"Yeah. I know he doesn't have the best reputation, but he's nice-"

"Stop seeing him." Miguel ordered.

"Why?"

"Because I said so!" Steve would swear the walls shook.

"Papá, can you just tell me why? I'm getting tired of not feeling like I have a say in what I do in my life."

Miguel grabbed a knife from the kitchen and began walking towards his son.

"Dad, please put the knife down."

"I'll give you a reason. His mother was a bitch. She would've stolen everything had I not done something-"

"What? Did you kill her or something?"

"And now I have to kill you. I'm sorry, son."

"Miguel! Put down the knife. Lets talk like a family. It's time we tell him our sins. They're old enough to know."

"No. No, they can never know."

"MIGUEL!"

Steve looked up at his dad with a knife shoved above his right chest, more towards his collarbone if anything.

Miguel looked at his son with a mix of horror and numbness on his face.

"We should go, Cora."

"Okay.”

"Mamá, please.”

Cora looked at her husband, then at her son.

"I'm sorry, my boy."

The last things Steve heard were a door slamming and the car engine of his parents convertible starting. His breath shook before his eyes closed. He laid on the floor, hopeless.

***

8:38 PM

Eddie had realized that Steve left his watch in his trailer. He got into his van and left for Steve's house. Eddie knocked on the door.

"Steve, you left your watch!...... Steve?" He knocked again.

He peered through the window and saw a pool of blood on the floor. Eddie hastily opened the door.

"NO"

His voice could be heard from Türkiye. Tommy opened the door to his house and ran towards the house.

"Is everything okay- Holy shit! Um, Munson, do you think you can call an ambulance?"

Eddie nodded, tears falling like a raging waterfall. Tommy went to check on his pulse, slow but there.

"Yeah, it's a knife wound near the chest...They'll, um, be here soon."

"Okay, good news is that he's alive. Bad news is that I don't know how long he'll stay alive."

"He'll be okay. He's always been okay."

"I don't know...get some bandages. We have to stop the bleeding."

Tommy took Steve's shirt off and took the knife out of his chest before applying pressure to the wound.

"Other good news, it's only about a 2 or 3 inch cut."

"ANY CUT IS A BAD CUT!" Eddie ran in with towels and bandages.

"I'm trying to stay positive here! Put his head on your lap or just get his back off the ground. Now when I say 3, as soon as it leaves my mouth, put the bandages on his chest. 1..2..3 okay wrap it."

"I'm trying!"

"Try harder!"

Sirens interrupted the bickering

"Keep applying pressure to the wound. I'll carry him outside."

"Okay."

***

9:00

Nancy, Robin, Johnathan, and the kids arrived at the hospital. Police questioned Tommy about what he heard that night, not much, he was watching football. A nurse walked up to the party.

"Is it looking alright? Is he alive?" Robin asked.

"He is alive, stable. He's still unconscious, but it looks promising. He's already healing quickly."

"Do the cops think it was attemptee homicide?"

"You'll have to ask the cops for that."

"When will he wake up?" Lucas questioned.

"We don't know. It could be some time tonight, tomorrow, a few days, weeks, maybe a month. However, it would probably range from 4 days to 2 weeks."

"Okay."

"It's a good thing you found him when you did-"

The nurse was interrupted by a scream of bloody murder. She hurried to the room.

"So much for 4 days."

Hopper walked to them. "The police don't think this was an accident, but now they can ask Steve once he's ready."

The scream stopped a few seconds after it started.

"Steve, I need you take deep breaths for me. Can you do that?"

"Yeah."

***

9:45 PM

"Can you tell us what happened?"

"Like I told the nurses when they checked my memory, I got curious and stabbed myself. It wasn't attempted homicide."

"Have you had thoughts of suicide before?"

"It wasn't like that. I just wanted to see what would happen... Look, it really isn't something to investigate.

"If you don't want to press charges, then there isn't anything we will do."

"There isn't anybody to press charges against."

The officer walked out, and Robin and Eddie walked in.

"Did you really do it to yourself?" Eddie grabbed Steve's hand and rubbed circles on his palm.

Steve shook his head no. "I'll tell you later... I'm sorry."

"Do you feel okay?" Robin asked him.

"Yeah."

"You were just laying there. Covered in blood. It made me realize how much I love you."

"I love you too, Eds."

Tommy walked through the door.

"What's he doing here?" Robin said.

"Okay, 1. Me and Steve may not be friends, but I don't want him to die, 2. I helped save his life."

"Thank you."

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

"I am." Steve jumped as the door shut following Tommy.

"Steve what really happened?" Robin asked.

"I can't say it here. I also can't stay at my house anymore."

"You could stay with any of us. I'm sure Claudia would welcome you, youre practically Dustins brother, Wayne treats you like his son-in-law, and my parents love you.

"We could talk about it later, Robs."

"Okay"

***

7:00 AM

Steve woke up on the hospital bed.

"You spent the night with me, Eds?"

"Yeah, how are you feeling?"

"As good as somebody who just got stabbed can be."

"Please, tell me who did this to you."

Steve signaled for Eddie to lean in and whispered in his ear, "it was my dad."

Eddies eyes widened in realization.

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This will probably get a second part. Maybe a third if you guys want it.

I apologize for not knowing anything about football or medicine.

This isn't proof read either.

I'm sorry for the soap opera ass plot and dialogue. Dynasty (2018) got me going fucking crazy.

#steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #al munson #miguel harrington #cora harrington #steve harrington has bad parents #steve harrington wump #hurt/comfort #i think #platonic stobin #steve harrington's parents

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ladysmutwriter · 3 months

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I hope nobody catch us (but i kinda hope they catch us)

Sophie (Cry of Fear) x Female!Reader

TW: fluff, lesbians hell yeah, drinking, fuck simon we want sophie!!

You laughed at David's joke as you drank from your beer, on the other side of the table Simon and Sophie drank too.

You were David's younger sister, him not being a big part of your life until a few months ago. He had always had problems with substance abuse, leaving your parents house when he was around 17 to disseapear completely- now, he had one day appeared in your door asking if he could crash for a while, you accepted with the rule of no getting high -other than pot because shit, you did it too; and he was allowed to smoke only if he shared with you- and he began introducing you to his friends, taking you out to just sit in the woods as you remembered stuff from when you were kids or just to order some chinese take out and eat in your dept as you watched some random movie.

Simon was... Odd, not in a harmfull way, but just by looking in his eyes you could see he dealt with a lot of problems, and he smoked a cigarette like every 10 minutes, sometimes you'd go to smoke with him, your conversations being mostly one sided as he never spoke, only made a few small comments and stared at nothing.

Sophie was a charm to be around, in the little time you knew her, she'd constantly take you out to the mall, or you'd go to her house and watch movies- not to mention her being pretty, her hair was always soft and whenever you crossed the street she'd take your hand in hers. Cute.

David began talking about something you couldn't really pay attention, your eyes fixated onto Sophie's, hers being on you too; her face a light shade of pink as her eyes went from your mouth to your eyes, perhaps it was the alcohol in her, but you couldn't help but notice how her lip balm made her lips lightly shiny, your mind running on how it would taste on your own lips.

Excusing herself, she went to the bathroom, quickly getting up you said that you'd go check on her in case she needed to puke or something, Simon and David ignoring you as they spoke about a metal festival coming soon on Stockholm.

Moving across the pub's tables, your face turned a deep shade of red, thinking of what shitty excuse you'd give her to not look like a creep, for fucks sake you followed her to the bathroom. Entering the badly lit bathroom,you found Sophie washing her face, giving you a small smile as she moved to get some paper towel to dry herself.

"I came to check if everything was alright- since we had our fair share of alcohol back there" You quickly said, standing where she was before.

She silently stood in front of you, her face falling on your chest as she hugged you; from her wobbly movements and pink face, you could tell she wasn't completely sober, shit, you not being any better as you were trying your best to not puke or fall, all of your concentration shifting from Sophie and her warmth, back to your wobbly knees trying not to give up.

This felt wrong in a way, nothing was happening but her actions said everything, her head turning to face you as she batted her eyelashes, eyes fixated on your lips. you knew Simon had a crush on her, he'd ocassionally talk to you about it and David always told you about it, mocking Simon's unlucky love life; yet, you didn't care if anyone caught you, nobody else mattered in the moment as you got lost on her dark eyes, your hand going to her bottom lip, her eyes closing as you caressed her soft lips, her head going to yours as you did as well, your lips shyly meeting as your mouths moved rythmically, the strawberry taste of her lip balm drowning your senses, her arms going to your shoulder, yours going to her waist.

Suddenly the whole world went blank, only the feeling of her warmth and the taste of her beer on your mouth, your hands going underneath her shirt to draw circles on the sides of her torso, the feeling of her filling your whole senses.

Her tongue poked your bottom lip, asking for permission, as you opened more your mouth your tongue found hers, the odd texture of tongues rubbing together feeling like the most wonderful thing on the world.

Separating to breath, her chest felt heavy as her eyes looked at you with something you couldn't tell, it wasn't lust, it seemed like pure love, as if she had waited for a long time for this, her lips muttering "Let's go" only for you to hear, grabbing her hand, you two ran through the back door of the pub, not caring about Simon or David, them being so drunk they probably forgot about you two.

Running through the lonely streets of Stockholm, hand in hand as you two laughed at running away from your friends, you arrived to your dept; taking out your phone as you entered, sending David a message that said the following.

"Sophie didn't feel good so she'll stay over, you crash at Simon's because we want to be alone"

Turning your phone in silent mode so no one will bother you, you searched for Sophie, finding her on your bed only in her underwear, your pupils dilating at her sight.

She wore plain white underwear with a small bow in the front, her face red and her hair messy as she looked at you nervously. Wasting no time, you walked towards her, grabbing softly her chin as your lips once again connected with hers, her hands tugging at your shirt as you broke the kiss to take it off, next being your jeans as you switched positions, letting her crawl on top of you as you laid on the bed, your hands going to her ass as she began kissing your neck, sucking lightly and biting trying to make hickeys; you let out soft moans for her, your hands massaging her behind until one of your hands slipped to the front of her panties, fingers softly rubbing her clit as she stopped her work on your neck, her hands going to grip your shoulders as she held back moans, her head falling next to your as her hips grinded against your hand.

Leaving butterfly kisses on her shoulders your other hand slipped underneath her, moving her panties to the side as you tested the waters, one of your fingers entering her hole, her juices covering your finger as she bit down on your shoulder, her moans vibrating against your shoulder, you worked one finger, then added another, then a third, until you felt something wet and way to liquid to be her juices fall onto your lap; looking down you saw blood- this was her first time.

She noticed you stopping and looked down too; her hands going to cover her face shyly. Moving her hands from her face you cleaned your bloody fingers on your sheets -you had to buy new ones anyways, these had like 6 years- softly turning her on her back, you went to get a towel from your bathroom and dipped it on some water, going back to Sophie to clean her thighs and cunt, running her panties down her legs as you began kissing her lower abdomen and thighs, her hands caressing your hair as your kisses slowly went down to her pussy, your hands opening her folds as you began licking her, soon enough your lips going to suck on her clitoris, her hips grinding against your mouth as she moaned little praises for you.

Your fingers went to her opening once again, going knuckle deep as you took turns from licking to sucking her clit.

With a particular loud moan, her walls tightened around your fingers and her hips began shaking, the salty taste of her cum spreading on your mouth and chin as you cleaned your face with once again, the sheets (lmao).

Falling next to her, you began leaving little kisses on her face as she breathed heavily, her hand to yours and intertwining your fingers.

She turned to her side, her hair falling in her face as you fixed it for her, her eyes slowly closing as she fell asleep, on the other hand, you hugged her body as you too fell asleep.

#cry of fear #cry of fear smut #cry of fear x reader #sophie x reader #sophie cry of fear

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lady-eris · 5 months

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Hello! I recently found you through your Yandere frieza, and I loved it!

I wanted to ask, if it is part of the request that you're alright in doing, could you do a Yandere Platonic Cold Family (which include of Frieza, Cooler, and King Cold) headcanons or scenario?

I can't decide that maybe the reader could even be saiyan to make it more dramatic or human? It's your choice. Also, you can choose if the reader is an adult or maybe a child or one of each version?

what tags do i put for platonic?

There's so many different ways this can go, so I'm going to do a few different scenario's if you'd like more please say : D, it's amazing. Who was my hardest character to write? Frieza

TW: yandere content, Talk of mutilation, torture and killing, reader being considered an accessory, Shitty parenting, a lot of this is political, such as reader being given to the family for reasons, Talk of political marriage, Slight Blue eye samurai spoilers, Frieza and King Cold consider you as a thing/tool/pet, Talk of potential physical abuse then a actual person General yandere behaviour that is concerning. OOC

how would they behave if you were a Saiyan?

Cooler would be slightly cautious, he knows the damage Saiyans can cause. Sure they tend to be hot headed, but they can be a deadly opponent. With what seems to be an never ending power, that comes with emotions. He'd had someone else cut your tail off, and then comfort you for the next period, carefully stroking skin, whispering in your ear that he'll kill them, and brutally torture them for what they did to his child. He'd then blame it on an enemy of his, and use it as a reason to kill them. In the end you wouldn't know that, he was the one that ordered for your tail to be cut off. Or that the person he killed wasn't really the one that took your tail.

King Cold You were so young, having been given to the Family for more of a status. a little guard dog. Of course you were just a tool, but King Cold, knows how to look after his tools. You are no exception. He can't have you broken now can he? exactly. if his tool is broken then that's no good. a servant, a guard dog, a punisher. all roles you would of had until it mysteriously stopped. Wonder why?

Frieza: Frieza isn't someone you want to make annoyed, he'd consider you a pet. You are nothing more then a pet to him, you're just an endagered pet. or an exotic, this isn't even romantic. He quite literally considers you like a dog or hamster. cute, something to look after.

what if you were actually related to them?

Cooler probably raised you. or raised you for a good part of your life. Despite being your older brother, he'd most likely of had to of been a primary or secondary father figure that raised you. Besides from the servants, and maids that would of played a large part in your life, it would of also been Cooler. this would cause him, to eventually, start to actual love you. Like how a father would love there child. He'd become more overprotective.

King Cold- King Cold Sometimes i feel like his kids are accessories. Yeah sure he loves them, But there extensions of him. an Accessory. What do you do with Accessories? you flaunt them. You are certainly no exception. You'd need to be one of these things. Powerful, smart, Beautiful or influence. If you aren't powerful then that's fine. You can be used for other things. As his youngest, You won't be as well known as Frieza and Cooler, so you probably wouldn't have that much influence. So that leave's two things smarts and Beauty. By smarts, this refers to Battle IQ and deception. If you have this, you'll be more favoured by the more battles you win. What if you don't have any of these besides from beauty? ( Because you're beautiful) Simple. He'd marry you off (in the beginning), What's the point in keeping you around if you can't bring anything to the table? He loves you of course, you're daddy's Prince/Princess, but It's dangerous. So He'll find you a suitable husband, for a political marriage. Spoilers for the blue eyed samurai, in the brackets! (I believe it would have to be something like Akemi and her Father, Where the Akemi pleads with her father that she's scared, that she wants someone like him, and Manipulates him to some degree. in order to avoid marrying for a while? It would be like that reader and King Cold, making King Cold Sympathetic. Of course he'd have to figure out the perfect man, for his baby) Within time, King Cold wouldn't allow other's near his Baby as they aren't as worthy. Congratulations. you've bought some time.

Frieza- Can't see him caring about you much in the beginning, a pest. another person to get in his way, Though you don't seem to be that powerful, so he could simply put you in your place. perhaps, being thrown in the wall will put you in your place? Or perhaps he should wrap his Tail around your neck. Maybe that will get the brain cells working once more. Like the other family member's the more, he looks after you; Is around you he'll start to feel something that may be love (however he wont admit it)

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Meat & Candy

Chapter Four

Warnings: swearing, teasing, slight kitchen tension, simping, mentions of abuse, mentions of smoking.

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Ever since being in Crossroads kitchen, Castiel had nearly worked himself to death trying to write the article about Chef Dean Winchester. It was all he ever thought about when he went to work, came home, slept, and woke up. Not even the article itself but what he said. His openness about everything. Castiel wanted to ask more about his daughter and what it was like to be a single parent. But that was selfish on his part.

He was in his room, sitting at his desk, working on his computer. He tried to type one sentence nearly a hundred times. It never sounded right to him.

His phone started to ring. It scared him, enough to knee the bottom of his desk. “Shit!” He cursed before he flipped his phone to see who decided to interrupt him.

Meg.

Castiel let out a breath and answered the call. “Hello?” He tried his best not to sound irritated. It didn't work.

“Wow, Clarence, what's got your panties in a bunch?” Meg’s smug voice came from the other line. Castiel loved her, he really did, but he had told her many times how much he hated how she managed to only call him while he was working. “And here I was gonna invite you and Claire out for lunch.”

Castiel didn't want to think about going out unless Dean was the one cooking the food. “Where?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“This new place, Crossroads.” Meg responded. “Heard of it?” She knew he had heard of it.

Castiel forgot it had opened a few days ago, he was a little too focused on trying to make the article perfect. He didn't want to disappoint Dean with something half-baked and didn't quite capture his beauty—well, the beauty of his cooking, yeah, that was what he meant.

“Shut up. When are we going?” He shut his laptop and played with the edge of his coat.

He wondered if Dean would be there today. Then he realized that was a dumb thing to wonder about, Dean had to be there every day they were open, he was the owner and head chef after all.

“Well, if you would look outside your conveniently placed window…” Meg’s voice trailed off.

Castiel blinked before he leaned back in his chair and rolled over to his window to move the curtain away. Sure enough, Meg was leaning against her car with her phone to her ear. Claire was already outside, next to her while she scrolled on her phone.

He cursed to himself, under his breath. He quickly hung up and maneuvered through the house to meet Meg and Claire outside.

The drive there was mostly silent besides the occasional conversation between Meg and Castiel—by conversation, it was mostly just Meg teasing Castiel about how he didn't talk to her as much as anymore. Claire added in her own comments when she felt like she wanted to.

Arriving at Crossroads was interesting for Castiel. The only times he's been there, it's been empty but now… God, it was bustling with activity. His eyes shined with pride for Dean.

“Alright, stop drooling.” Meg nudged Castiel out of his trance and walked through the door. Claire let out a small laugh as she followed.

Cas faltered before he followed them. Inside the restaurant while it was busy was a sight to see, the atmosphere completely shifted from when he was simply observing from the windows. The aromas in the air— all of them were enticing. And the dishes, he could catch a glimpse of them from a table nearby, they looked delectable.

“Castiel?” Sam's voice drew him back to reality.

“Yes, hello.” He quickly responded, forgetting that Sam was the stage… meaning he was usually the host.

Meg raised an eyebrow at Castiel. “Didn't know you were cozy with all the staff.”

Sam chuckled softly and shook his head a little. “No, no, I'm Dean's brother.” He explained softly. “I just happen to work here as well.”

“At least he's finding friends besides you.” Claire looked at Meg who feigned her hurt. The teenager just shrugged with a smug smile.

Before long, Meg turned back to Sam and gave him a light, forced smile that she usually wore when she had to talk to someone she didn't know well. Common courtesy and all that. “I have a reservation under Masters.”

Sam must've clicked a few buttons because it took a few seconds for him to say, “Right this way.” And guide them to their table. “A waiter will be with you shortly.” He added once everyone sat down.

They were seated near the right wall and Castiel had an almost perfect view inside the kitchen from his position. He could see Dean. Only when he passed in front of the window. His eyes were focused, speaking to another chef every few moments, or casting his gaze downward to—as far as Castiel could tell because the window into the kitchen only showed so much—properly garnish a plate to send it out into the dining area.

Compared to the last few times Castiel had seen him, Dean wore a simple clean and crisp white chef's jacket. Without the bandana, he could get a clearer look at the snake tattoo curled up on the side of his neck.

“Clarence? Clarence!” Meg snapped in front of his face before he took hold of her wrist from irritation. She pulled it away with a small laugh. “God, someone’s smitten.”

Claire let out a soft laugh as well, shaking her head. “Yeah, he doesn't normally hole himself in his room for weeks for just any article.” She teased.

Castiel frowned and glanced down at the napkin he began to fiddle with. The two closest women in his life were ganging up on him. Although, he supposed it was warranted. He was smitten. And he was a perfectionist when it came to this article in particular. He wanted to do right by Dean. It was an unexplainable feeling, he had only seen and talked to the man twice prior.

After a bit of small talk between Meg and Claire, mostly just about how she was doing in school, the waitress came by.

“Hello! My name's Jo, I'll be your server for tonight.” Jo was a bubbly blonde woman who seemed to be a little younger than Dean, however, still mature. Castiel could start to understand what Dean meant about only hiring friends. “Can I get you started with any drinks? We do have specialty cocktails, the head chef here is also quite the mixologist.” She winked to no one in particular.

Castiel blinked, how did Dean not tell him this? He shook his head. It didn't come up and he didn't think to ask. He flipped the pages of the menu to the back where the drinks were listed.

“I'll just take a water for now, thanks.” Meg gave Jo a light smile.

Claire pursed her lips. “Can I get a Dr. Pepper if you have it, please?” Some things never changed. Castiel smiled at her request.

Jo jotted those two drinks down on her notepad. “I could not imagine not having Dr. Pepper knowing Dean.” She said under her breath.

“Can I have a Corpse Reviver?” Castiel asked, feeling a little unsettled by the words coming out of his mouth.

Jo chuckled softly at the timid request. “Of course. I hope you like Aviation Gin.” She smiled. “I'll get back to you with those drinks.” She left the table.

Castiel glanced between Claire and Meg. “What's… Aviation Gin?”

Claire looked at her father weirdly. “God, you know nothing.” His eyebrows furrowed. “Ryan Reynolds! He makes Gin. Well, he doesn't make the Gin, but he owns the company and is the spokesperson for it.”

Castiel knew of Ryan Reynolds. But only because of Claire, he didn't watch movies much, but she had forced him to watch Deadpool one and two. He wasn't the biggest fan but he could tell why Claire liked him so much. He was funny—it was more than half his charm.

Meg let out a snort, shaking her head. “Getting Cas to understand references is like trying to calm a bull, it just never works.”

“I get book references.” Castiel argued weakly.

“What's a book that's been recently published that you've read?” Meg cocked an eyebrow. Castiel stayed silent, glancing down at the table. “Yeah, that's what I thought.”

Castiel wasn't much of a combative person anyway, although he did sass some people in passing. Occasionally.

He glanced down at the menu and decided to change the subject. “Have you thought of what you want to get?”

“Interested in what a ‘white chili' entails.” Claire hummed, tapping against the laminated paper.

That piqued Castiel's interest as well. After a few seconds, he decided to take a picture of the menu. He had already tried the spaghetti, he now knew it was named Spaghetti Rosa because of its pinkish appearance, so he decided he would try something else.

A burger sounded nice. Castiel was a simple man, he really only liked cheese, ketchup, and pickles on his burgers, nothing else. So maybe one with peanut sauce and an egg would be nice to try.

“I never tried Tuscan Chicken before.” Meg hummed as she glanced down at the menu. “Seems like it'd be good.”

Sometimes Castiel wondered how he was friends with people who weren't as adventurous with food as he was. And, to be fair, Tuscan Chicken wasn't the wildest thing in the world. But Claire could say the same thing about Cas but with movies or books—he was set in stone with certain things, not even wanting to explore new things when he liked a certain thing so much.

“Here are your drinks.” Jo came back with a tray and set each drink down.

Castiel tasted his cocktail and was immediately surprised at just how good it tasted. Maybe he needed to test this cocktail everywhere else, however, he had a feeling no other place would compare to how Crossroads crafted it.

Jo folded the tray underneath her arm. “Are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes to look at the menu?’

“I think we're ready to order.” Meg glanced at Castiel.

Everyone told Jo their order so she could go put it in. A part of Castiel wanted to march into the kitchen just so he could watch Dean in a busy kitchen up close but he was content with simply watching through the window.

“It's like we're not even here.” Meg commented.

Claire shrugged and let out a small laugh. “Try living with him.”

“Has he printed out pictures of Dean yet?” Meg asked, “Posted them on his wall?”

Claire laughed again. “I dunno, he doesn't let me in his room.”

Castiel was completely enraptured by the way Dean moved, even if he could only see his face and shoulders. Every so often, he could hear his voice each time a waiter came out of the kitchen with a plate or two. It was strong and commanding, even if he couldn't exactly hear what he was saying, he could hear that .

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Dean had been shouting out orders since eleven in the morning. Ever since they opened, it's felt like a fever dream. They were booked months in advance and that… felt good. His thing was going to be successful, he just hoped this success would last.

“Alright! One Tuscan chicken, one white chili, one PE burger!” He called out.

The kitchen responded, “Yes, chef!”

Dean set the ticket down in its proper place, scribbling a few things down as well as highlighting some others. Then he started to help plate and garnish a few dishes, making sure a basil leaf was placed at just the right angle that it balanced perfectly on the noodles.

Jo came in a few moments later with a smile on her face. She nudged Dean a little. “Castiel Novak is at table 30, by the way.”

Dean sighed, rolling his eyes a little. “Sam already told me. Their meal will be compensated.” He said, glancing at Jo out of the corner of his eyes. “Hands, please.”

Jo pursed her lips, trying to keep herself from smiling, and took the dishes Dean just finished up with and left the kitchen to bring them out.

Dean wasn't so sure what made Castiel so enticing in his eyes, but he liked the man. He was attractive and had a wonderfully deep voice he may or may not have gotten off to just thinking about it. There was an unexplainable pull, like a fishing line that was reeling Dean in whether he liked it or not.

“Charlie!” He called, motioning her to come to him and stop what she was doing. “Do you have any extra apricot mousse?”

Charlie nodded, “Always do, chef.”

“Do me a favor and save three portions for table 30.” Dean told her.

Charlie smirked, “Will do, chef.” She went back to her proper station and immediately set aside three portions of the mousse.

“One more PE burger! One fettuccine, no mushrooms!” Dean called out as he grabbed the ticket.

“Yes, chef!”

His eyes scanned the other tickets on their way before he glanced back up at the pass. “Hey, I need some goddamn hands!”

As if on cue, Kevin made his way into the kitchen and grabbed the plates that were sitting out.

Dean rubbed his forehead for a moment and took a breath. This was stressful as hell but… he liked it. He also kind of liked the added pressure of Castiel being there. Sure, the guy had already raved a lot about his food so Dean wasn't too worried about disappointing him but there was an element he wasn't sure he could explain properly.

The early evening went by smoothly. Every time Dean so much as glanced Cas’ way, his face flushed at just how much it looked like he was enjoying the food. And it made his heart warm because Castiel decided to share his food with his family. Now that filled his heart faster than a dam breaking.

But he still had a job to do.

“Jack, that sauce is breaking! Try again.” Dean caught it out of the corner of his eye as he scrapped a few tickets.

As a chef, he was very observant. Not to mention, Dean was plenty observant to begin with seeing as he had to look out for any signs that his father would have an outburst. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a deep breath.

He needed to remind himself sometimes that he wasn’t ten anymore. He had lived with Bobby as his father longer. He had lived as a man longer. Of course, that didn’t make the scars go away, but simply reminding himself of those things made living with them a little easier and helped them fade.

Sam gently touched Dean’s shoulder, looking over at his station and all the tickets on the board. “Castiel sends his compliments to the chef. And also thanks you for the free meal.” Dean could hear the smugness in his voice.

Guess Sam was following the handbook of younger siblings, being an annoying little shit.

“Don't you have people to take to tables?” Dean cocked an eyebrow, not once taking an eye off the tickets as he rearranged a few.

Sam put his hands up in a surrendering gesture, “Don't shoot the messenger.” He then retreated back out into the dining hall.

At least some of the stress was relieved now that Castiel was gone, he could go back to thinking he'd never see any of these patrons again unless they became regulars. While Crossroads delivered high-end food, their prices were relatively cheap. Which was what Dean wanted—to make high-quality meals at a lower price. So anyone could enjoy a nice meal every so often, not just the wealthy.

Time started flying far more than he had anticipated. Soon, the restaurant was closing and his staff was cleaning the entire place for the next day.

Dean let out a soft sigh and made his way to the back. His beloved Impala was parked out there. He was glad the building came with a staff parking lot, he didn't trust Chicago enough to leave his Baby in a parking garage for ten to twelve hours a day. No, he wanted his Baby where he could reach it.

Sometimes he wished he still smoked. Just to feel the cigarette burn against his fingers and let out the stress of the day. But he quit a while ago and didn't feel like making Emma or Sam worry about him like that ever again. Dean barely even drank anymore. He was sober, save for a few occasions like Hanukkah or birthdays.

He took a sip from his water bottle and looked up at the night sky. Sure, there was light pollution in the city but damn that moon was bright and the lights from skyscrapers acted like faux stars.

Occasionally, Dean thought about moving away to some rural area and buying a farm or something, but he realized he wouldn't know what to do with it. He was a busybody anyway. He always needed something to do.

Even at home, he'd clean the house, help Emma with homework, strum guitar a little, bake a cake, or cook dinner, breakfast, and lunch. He also worked out sometimes, he liked the way it made him feel. His workouts were not nearly as rigorous as Sam's, considering half his diet was also made of leaves, but it got the job done.

There was the increasing amount of tattoos across Dean's body. That was the only time he could stay still, only because the pain calmed him down in a weird way. The only addiction Sam didn't mind. Dean even had an appointment a few months out for a new one. It'd go on the back of his right hand.

He blinked a little when he felt his phone vibrate and chime in his pocket. He immediately took it out. Couldn't be Sam, he was still inside, as were most of the people he knew.

Cas: You really didn't have to pay for our meal today. I wanted to say thank you again. It was very thoughtful. I hope that if I come again, you'll let me pay for it next time. Have a good night!

Dean didn't even register the smile that was forming on his lips as he read the text. The type of smile that reached his eyes and made his skin crinkle a little at the edges.

He quickly typed out a response.

Dean: Don't worry about it, man. It's my restaurant after all. You have a good night too.

Dean scratched a little at his chin, wondering if maybe he could've written a little more. But it was too late, he already sent the text. He pursed his lips before he typed something else out.

Dean: When does the article come out?

Almost immediately, there was a text back.

Cas: In a few days! I'm excited to hear your thoughts.

A few more days. And Dean would be able to read what Cas thought of him and his restaurant. He was excited and nervous. Maybe that's why he was holding out on Cas, just to see his thoughts in a more substantial way.

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feathersnflowers · 10 months

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so I wanted to try writing something because idk it's fun and I decided to start a little fanfic on an au. Basically (I'm still working out some of it) Philip is Hunter's abusive Uncle that keeps him locked up in the old house then one day he finds a little girl (vee) out on her own so he decides to kidnap her so hunter can have a little friend (I mean he doesn't really care about hunter being happy he just hopes he'll be a little less clingy) then about two months later the authorities find out who kidnapped vee and arrest Philip. Also Sorry if there's anything in it that doesn't make sense or is incorrect I didn't really know how this kind of stuff would work and I didn't want to research.

Chapter 1

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Hunter woke up to the sound of people arguing; which was strange, there was never anyone else in the house besides him, Uncle Philip, and Vee. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looked over at Vee, peacefully sleeping. He was tempted to go downstairs and investigate, but he though it better to stay with Vee. Plus, his uncle would probably get mad if he did.

Since Vee wasn't awake and he couldn't go see what was happening, he decided to clean up the area a little. Uncle had let Vee and him make a pillow fort in their room the other night, meaning there were pillows, blankets, and toys strewn about all over the floor. He was almost done picking up when he heard footsteps, followed by knocking on the door.

"Yes?" he asked softly, holding on to a pink frog plushy.

The door creaked open and a tall woman with short, dirty blond hair, held up in a ponytail walked in. She was met by the ten-year-old boy looking up at her. The women crouched down to his level before speaking.

"Hey there buddy." she smiled "I'm here to help you. Have you seen a little girl by the name of Vee around here?"

Hunter tensed up a bit. "Yeah, she's sleeping right there." he informed her quietly, pointing to where the girl was sleeping in a pile of pillows.

"Thank you." she said getting up and moving over to the girl, picking her up gently. "Come, follow me." she instructed. Hunter looked around nervously before timidly walking close to the women, still hugging the plush tight.

They snuck quietly down the stairs to the dimly lit living room, the house seemingly empty.

The women led him outside. He squinted in the bright sunlight, trying to shield his eyes with his hand. When he adjusted he looked around, taking in the scene. There were a couple of cars, and people going in and out of the house while talking. They all looked so serious.

The women set Vee down on the ground, shaking her carefully to wake her up. Vee opened her eyes slightly and rubbed the sleep out, looking up at the women. "Hey there Vee, I'm here to get you back to your mama, alright?" she told the girl.

"Mama." Vee smiled, then sat up, looking around. " Wait, where's Hunter?" Vee asked "Is he ok?"

"Is this him?" The woman questioned, reaching behind herself, gingerly grabbing Hunter's arm, and pulling him over into Vee's vision. He had been watching all the grownups going in and out of the house.

Vee smiled "Yeah." she said.

Hunter looked around again

"Where's Uncle?" Hunter asked, looking up at the woman.

"Oh, well, he's going somewhere far away, and you won't be able to see him for a while, but you'll be ok I promise we'll find you a good home with loving parents." she said, puting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"What?" he asked, starting to shake a little. "D-did he die?" Hunter's voice cracked.

"No no no, he's not dead, he's just in jail" the woman reassured, seeing the boy's panicked face.

"Oh..." he said, looking down.

"Hey Bree, Camila said she's almost here, so get Vee ready-" said a voice from behind them. He paused before speaking again. "Who's that?" He asked, limply pointing to Hunter.

"Oh this is Hunter, I think he's Philip's nephew." She answered, rubbing the boys arm gently.

"So what do we do with him?"

"Well, we could bring him to an orphanage or foster care?"

"Actually, I should probably go tell Gary about the kid, this is his kinda stuff."

The man then walked away.

"Did you hear that, Vee, your mama is coming." Bree smiled, looking back at Vee. "Let's move closer to where she'll be coming from."

With that, she helped Vee stand up, putting her hand behind the girls back, and started walking towards the curb in front of the house. But Hunter didn't move. When Bree noticed, she looked over her shoulder.

"You too, Hunter. I'm not just going to leave you alone."

Hunter startled at that, then walked towards her and Vee, still standing close, but not touching.

After a couple minutes of standing there, a car pulled up and a short woman got out. She had curly brown hair, dark tan skin, and glasses.

"Vee, baby!" She cried, running over to Vee and hugging her tight.

"Mama!" Vee sobbed into the woman's shoulder.

"Oh my sweet baby, I'm so glad you're ok." The woman sighed with relief, pressing a few kisses into the girl's forehead.

The woman looked up at Bree with tears in her eyes, "Thank you so much." She smiled, holding the girl close in her arms

"Just doing my job." Bree answered. "I'm glad she's safe too."

The woman gave Vee one last kiss before standing up, still holding the girl. "Are you ready to go home, Mija?" She asked, looking at her daughter.

Vee opened her mouth to say yes, but remembered Hunter. "Almost, I just need to say goodbye to someone." She hopped out of the women's arms and walked up to Hunter, before hugging him. "Goodbye Hunter."

Hunter's eyes were wide and full of tears. "V-vee?" He choked, trying not to cry. "W-Where are you going?." he asked, knowing exactly where.

"Home." She said simply. "I'll miss you."

She was about to go, when Hunter wrapped his arms around her. "Please don't leave." He sobbed

"I'm sorry." She apologized, before freeing herself from his grasp. His knees started wobbling and he crumpled to the ground, shaking and sobbing, tears pouring down his cheeks.

Vee looked at him, then to her mom, not knowing what to do.

Camila looked over at the small boy with a soft expression, then looked over at Bree. "Does he have any family coming for him?" She asked with a gentle tone.

"No, he's Philip's nephew" Bree informed her.

Camila smiled "Then I'll take him with me." When she looked back to the boy he was looking up at her with disbelief. She smiled warmly at him and crouched down at his side.

"So, what do you say? Would you like to come home with Vee and I?" She asked, stretching her arm out to him.

His eyes filled with more tears, and he covered his face as he started crying again. Camila gently wrapped her arms around the boy and he snuggled in close, soon joined by Vee.

Bree smiled. "I think that'll be just fine."

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heytherejulietx · 2 years

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If you're still accepting prompts from your side blog, I think the hold one in the crying section would be good to see with Steve and reader if that's alright? (Although you can choose who is A and who is B 💙)

thank you for the request from the crying prompt list! i hope you like this my love <3

tw - implied abuse/absence of parents, bad relationship with parents, family trauma

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“So, we’ll have the morning to ourselves, because otherwise I won’t get you to myself for the whole day,” she smiled as she walked around Steve’s kitchen to grab a glass for herself and him. His birthday was exactly a week away, and with the help of Nancy Wheeler they had the whole thing already planned out. “I think Eddie said he’ll be here to pick us up around lunch time – he’ll already grab the kids first so we just need to grab Robin, and Nance is meeting us-”

For possibly the first time ever, Steve wasn’t listening to her. His eyes were in her general direction, but they were unfocused, like he was mentally somewhere else. He hadn’t moved from his spot leant against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared into nothingness.

She put the glasses back down on the counter and turned to face him, a slight frown on her lips as she walked over. “Stevie?” Her voice was soft, and he only looked up at her when she gently touched his hand. “You still with me?”

He cleared his throat and nodded, but his smile was so forced that it was impossible to believe nothing was wrong. “Yeah, sorry. Birthday stuff, go on?”

Steve still looked completely uninterested, so she gently worked her fingers in between his to lace them together. His hand was tense, fingers flexed until she moved them. But as she stood in front of him, she noticed that the rest of him was tense too.

“Steve,” she mumbled, her voice softer as she worked circles into his hand with her thumb. “Penny for your thoughts?”

He sighed and wiped his face with his free hand. “It’s nothing, honestly.”

“It’s not nothing,” she kept her voice soft as she looked up at him, her thumb continued rubbing his hand. “You can tell me anything, you know.”

For a moment he looked guilty, and she couldn’t possibly decipher why. He hadn’t done anything wrong to her knowledge, and to be honest she wasn’t sure he was even capable of doing something wrong. Whatever was going on must’ve been really hurting him, and that was all the more worrying.

“I know,” he sounded quiet and deflated. Like he was just really tired of everything. “It’s not… I guess I just didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

“What, baby?”

Steve stared at her for a moment through an expression that she couldn’t decipher, before he squeezed her hand and took in a deep breath. “I told you that my parents won’t be here for my birthday, yeah?” she nodded, and watched with an aching heart as his gaze dropped to the floor. “I wasn’t really that upset at first. I mean, you know what they’re like, they’re never here,” he grumbled, an undertone of hurt in his words. “and I really am excited about what you and the guys have planned, I know I’m gonna have a good day,” he took a pause and sighed, and she could practically feel his gaze on their interlocked hands. “Sorry.”

“S’okay,” she told him, and lightly squeezed his fingers. “Take your time.”

Steve nodded. It took him another moment before he spoke again. But she made sure not to voice her concern just yet. “I dropped Dustin off at his house yesterday but he wanted to show me something in his room – I think it was a new game or something, little nerd – and I saw how much his mom loves him. Like… really loves him. I’m happy he does, but why does his mom love him and mine can’t even come home for my fucking birthday?”

“Oh Steve.” If he had taken Dustin home the day before then just how long had he been dwelling on this thought?

She didn’t know what she should say to help him – what could help – so she pulled her hand from his grip and wrapped her arms around him instead. His head fell limp against her shoulder as she worked a palm between his shoulder blades, and as soon as his arms tightened around her waist he shook.

He was crying.

She had seen him go through many different hardships; he had fought and got hurt by interdimensional creatures, got the shit beaten out of him by Billy Hargrove, and was drugged and tortured by Russians. But she had never once seen him cry. But for him to have broken down in her arms like that, his fingers curled into her shirt for some stability, it made her wonder just how much his parents, or their absence, had an affect on him.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered into his hair as she held onto him tighter. She wished that she could tell him that his parents didn’t mean to hurt hm, and that they really did love him so much, but how could she? She had only met them a few times herself, and she knew nothing about their treatment of Steve and how they felt. It would be unfair to feed him empty promises when she just didn’t know. “I love you,” she settled with instead, her voice soft before she pressed a just as gentle kiss to his cheek. “So much, so so much. I’ll always be here for you, I promise.”

Steve took in a shuddered breath and nodded into her shoulder. His fingers gripped her shirt tighter whilst his other arm wrapped around her completely, where he held her tightly. It reminded her of how she used to hold her teddy bear when she had a nightmare as a child, and it made her frown worsen. Steve was still just a boy who needed his parents.

“I know,” he mumbled, his throat thick as he spoke. He leaned back against the counter again and pulled her with him, slotted her between his parted legs to lean against his chest. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, baby,” she whispered, and pressed another soft kiss to his neck. “Do you need anything?”

He shook his head, and if anything held onto her tighter. “No… just stay here a while?”

“Of course,” she whispered. “Always.”

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 2 years

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"It's okay to not be okay"

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Synopsis:

(Headcannons)

A little comfort for a reader struggling at home, with family, and just self-worth all around.

Character(s):

Dazai

Warnings:

Self-indulgent a bit

Uhhh mentions toxic surroundings?

Mentions of suicidal jokes/thoughts

Mentions of comparing Trauma

Words:

642

He notices something wrong almost immediately

When you're less there in the present, spacing out and looking down at your phone

Of course, he’d always made note of the flight response, the blank looks, or the tired expressions

How there were always times when the slightest bit of aggravation from him could make you go rigid and look around as if trying to figure out the many ways to diffuse the situation.

He’d never take out frustrations on you, you were perfect in his eyes.

Sure, you weren't always happy, but you understood him in ways others couldn’t

The jokes that you’d return, the way you’d jump in to brainstorm ways to commit the act of a double suicide.

He’d eventually start to worry, no, he’d always been a bit worried about you.

At least with you, he could never tell when you were serious, or simply joking about the state of your mind.

“Y/n you alright?”

It’s the constant responses

Yeah, why?

Of course, ya silly idiot.

Why wouldn’t I be?

I have nothing to not be okay about.

I have you and our friends, why wouldn’t I be?

Did I do something to make you think that?

He wasn’t sure if those responses had been learned, but he didn’t care.

He still asked, over and over again.

Until that answer changed one day

“No… not really…”

He was beside you without hesitation.

His arms comforted you as they wrapped around you and pulled your head to his chest.

“What’s wrong dove?”

“It’s stupid, honestly there’s no reason for me to feel like this!”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, just tired. Like I could rest for years and never not be tired. I just… sometimes I wonder why I’m here. What the point of it all is. I don’t have the right though, look how blessed I am.”

“Hey… hey now. Don’t say that you don’t have the right. Even the smallest of traumas are enough to change the way we are.”

“It’s not though, I had great parents, some people get beat, but they never hurt me… I mean sure their words hurt and they got mad all the time for the stupidest shit, but… they never hurt me.”

“Verbal abuse can hurt just as much or even more than physical hurt, you know that right?”

He hated seeing the breaking point, had seen signs for years, but he’d never had you come to him.

Have you ever opened up to anybody before?

“I just want it to go away… I feel fine some days, hell I feel so happy I wonder if I may be high… but then hours later I just wanna sleep… but that’s just lazy, people live and work with depression, but I can't even get my ass out of bed.”

“Was that what they called you? Lazy? Because you’re not. You're fighting a battle harder than any battle you’ll ever fight in your life. If all you did was get up once, that’s an accomplishment, love. If all you managed to do was eat just one small bite, that is just as big an accomplishment. You are worthy of love, and what you’ve gone through affected you. Don’t de-validate yourself like this… please.”

He hoped that even if you didn’t take his words, because he knew that there’s no such thing as a quick fix, you’d be a little better, even if only by a pinch. There are people who care, and who are there to listen and help. Comparing trauma isn’t fair, and the people who put the idea that because you never experienced something “worthy” of such traumatic backlash to your brain, are idiots.

“Why don’t I help you take a bubble bath, and then I'll order us something. We can cuddle and watch stupid rom-coms. That sound nice?”

“Yeah… it does.”

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blueroan-equestrian · 2 years

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The Boys Next Door

Smut with Darry

Adopted Johnny because he deserves a good home. And I am rereading for the thousandth time and my maternal instincts always just wants to fix his family situation.

I finally moved into my own house. I got a deal because it’s next to some really rowdy boys live next door according to the previous owner and the house is in an already bad neighborhood. I plan to do some work on the house using the money I saved. My dad was helping me move in my essentials (bed, couch, kitchen table and chairs, dresser) and we were struggling. A few boys from next door noticed and came over and helped, moving me in real quick. One even volunteered to help me put together my bed. He was tall and handsome, with dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. I invited the boys to stay for some pizza. The boys each had very unique name Darry, Sodapop and Ponyboy.

The boys were my next door neighbors and yea some of their friends were a tad rowdy but nothing too bad. I noticed one of their friends kept sleeping in the lot down the way so I dragged his butt home with me and told him to pick one of my spare rooms to be his and in the morning we would go pick up some things for him to make the room his own.

He was hesitant at first but I convinced him I wasn’t about him sleep on the street and if he felt like a burden he could just help out around the house every once in a while. I actually moved to find a way to legally adopt him since his parents are abusive and I can support him.

Darry, the eldest brother of the Curtis boys, often stops by to check on us and offer to help with the house. He was charming and sweet and when I got him to laugh he looked like sun shine. I was talking to him about the roof when Johnny and Ponyboy walked by and Ponyboy had this odd look on his face and I heard him whisper to Johnny, “Darry never smiles like that, we should call her the Darry tamer.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “I can’t not give you something in return for helping me with my roofing… not to mention all that you have already helped me with. Come on tell me there’s something I can do for you.”

“I can’t have a pretty girl like you with a big heart. Helping out Johnny without expectations. We’ve all tried to get him to come and stay with one of us but he never wanted to. It’s the least I could do for you helping the kid out.” Darry smiled and I noticed for the first time he was checking me out, looking me up and down slowly.

“Okay then, how about you let me take you out on a date?” I gave him a mischievous smile.

He chuckled, “Dang doll, here you are asking me out like it’s nothing. While I’ve been doing everything I can think of to find the right moment to ask you out but you make it seem so effortless.”

“Well… when you are with the right person it can be.” I bit my bottom lip hoping I was flirting correctly.

He hooked his thumbs in his jeans and raised his chin with a boyish grin, “Is that so? Well then who am I to say no? How about Shakes at the Dingo? I’ll drive.”

“Sounds good, well I need to run to the grocery to restock before it closes.” I sighed.

“Alright, do you want any help?”

“I’ll be okay. But are you busy Saturday?”

“Yeah. Do you want to make a day together?” He asked as he reached out to tuck my hair behind my ear.

…

I stood in my bathroom fussing over my clothes and makeup. Johnny came and stood in the door way, “You look amazing. You don’t need to worry about it… Darry like’s you because you are you. Besides he works hard and appreciates you do too. So you don’t have to worry about how you look. Your beautiful no matter what.”

I smiled and went over to bear hug him, “That’s so sweet. You’re always so sweet.” I giggled as I smothered his cheeks in kisses.

He laughed and leaned into it, “Okay, okay I love you too Ma.”

Johnny started calling me Ma and it was just our thing as he was my kid and I was his Ma.

A knock on the front door could be heard and I let out a sigh, “Well I guess it’s time. No more fussing. It’s going to be alright… I left some money for you just in case on the counter. Um…”

“I’ll be fine Ma, I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it most my life. I got this, go have fun.”

….

I open the door to Darry with freshly styled hair, a fresh black T-shirt and jeans. I smiled and slung my purse over my shoulder, “Hello handsome, are you ready to have some fun?”

He offered me his hand with a charming little smile, “Yes ma’am. Might I say that you look ravishing.”

…

Sipping our shakes I was given a glimpse of a more relaxed and care free young man. He smiled and laughed as we talked and while he would smile and chuckle as we talked at home, he often had a weight to him.

“So do you do anything for fun?” I asked.

“Don’t have much time for myself but I do get some time to flirt with the pretty woman next door.”

“Oh yeah? What do you do two flirt about?” I giggled playing along.

“Well she’s fixing up her house and I use it as an excuse to talk to her and be near her. My kid brother listens to her more than me and honestly I can’t believe she makes it looks so easy.”

“Well the man next door has the world on his shoulders and he takes care of everyone around him. He amazes me every day.”

He smiled and began to lean in to place a delicate kiss on my lips. I leaned in and let out a soft moan as his hand tangled into my hair. He deepened the kiss pushing his tongue into my mouth and playing with my own tongue. He pulled back with an intensity that took away my breath straight from my chest. “Your gorgeous doll.”

I blushed and giggled like a little girl, “Stop, you’re such a flirt.”

He pulled me into another kiss before whispering, want to get out of here? I know I place where we can be alone with a beautiful view.”

I nip at his lip mischievously, “Oh? Alright I’m ready. Let’s go.”

…

He drove us a little bit out of town to a field where the sun played with beautiful colors. He hopped out of the truck taking a big bag and began to pull out blankets and pillows from it. I couldn’t help but laugh, “What did you do? Raid your brothers rooms?”

He smiled sheepishly, “Yes I did. One of the blankets is from their closets for winter time so they won’t notice and I got Johnny to sneak out the extra pillows out from yours sorry.”

“Don’t be I love it. This is a cute idea let’s cuddle and maybe I will reward you for your efforts.”

He smiled and we settled into the nest he made with blankets and pillows. I cuddled with him listening to his heart beat until I was ready to slide down his body and undo his pants to pull him out. He moan and reached down, “Baby, you don’t have to do that… if you don’t want to.”

“I want to. I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.” I stared up at him through my lashes and I could see him swallow hard.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded and he released me and I pulled him out. He was thick and long while erect. I gave him a kitten lick before taking him into my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. His hips twitched as he tried to restrain himself. When I looked up I could see his eyes were screwed shut in pleasure urging me to push forward until he shoots his hots seed down my throat. I tucked him back into his pants before climbing back up to cuddle up against him. He kissed me gently and slipped his hands under my dress and began to dance his fingers over my inner thighs.

“May I return the favor?” Darry hummed.

I nodded and opened my legs enough for him to slip his hand under my panties and between my legs. His calloused fingers gently circled my entrance before diving inside of me to caress my inner walls. As he did he kissed me with such a passion my high was quickly built and released leaving me a screaming, shaking, mess. “God Darrel. Your so fuckin good at that.”

He kissed my head and held me tight, helping me relax. He felt so relaxed and not long we both fell asleep. It had been long been dark when Darry gently shook me awake. “Sweetheart we really should get going. Go ahead and jump in the cabin and I will pack up.”

…

He dropped me off at home and I finding both Johnny and Ponyboy asleep. I poked my head out to Darry at his front door, “Darry! I got Ponyboy here, just so you know. He’s fine here, I’ll get him up with Johnny for school.”

He smiled, “Thank you sweetheart. Good night and sleep well.”

“You too, Darry.”

…

Darry and I sat together on my couch cuddled up together. Johnny went over to the Curtis house to hang out with Ponyboy. We had my house to our selves and it was a stay in date night. “How was your day, sweetheart?”

“Better now that I am with you.” I hummed breathing in his musky scent.

He gave me a squeeze, “Good I feel the same.”

Darry played with my hair and didn’t push for anything more as he was such a gentleman. He kissed my head every once in a while as we watched the movie on tv.

He held me tight and I cuddled up close. I love the feeling his solid arms encircling me making me feel safe and secure. His smell was soothing. I let his finger tips glide over my arm skin. I hummed happily as I snuggled up to him. “This is perfect…. I could live in this moment forever.”

“I could too sweetheart.” Darry kissed my head and gave me a squeeze. We fell asleep on the couch together and woke up with a blanket over us. Darry gave me a squeeze and a kiss on the back of my head, “Good morning sweetheart, I’m sorry but I really have to get going.”

I look over at the clock, “It’s two in the morning… you sure you have to go? Can’t you just come to bed with me? Soda is with Ponyboy, right?”

Darry thinks about it, “Alright but do you mind if I set your alarm? I need to be able to get back home and get ready for work.”

I agreed and we moved to my more comfortable bed.

…

Today was my day off and it was the weekend and Johnny and Ponyboy were over. I don’t allow for all his friends to come over like Darry does. It’s just too much. “Johnny, I’m going to start tearing the living room walls down, do you want some money for you and Ponyboy to go to the movies? It’s going to be loud just like the bathrooms and kitchen were. It’s also going to involve a lot of debris like the other times we had to fix the walls.”

“We can help, right Pony?” Johnny offered as sweetly as he always has.

Ponyboy hesitated but agreed but I offered again, “this is going to be more work than even the kitchen and that was a lot of work with the tile. It’s bigger and the floors are a complete mystery under that rug but I can’t imagine that that they are any good. There’s tons of dark spots under the rug and you’ve already helped me move the couch and other furniture into the spare room.”Ponyboy looked at Johnny and I could tell he wanted out so I just pulled out some money and handed it to them, “Here, take it, my brothers and dad will be over later and this will be a two week to a month project. There’s plenty of time to help. This part might not be the best part for you two.”

“Your brothers are coming in?” Johnny asked confused. My dad who is retired has come over several times to help with the revolution but my brothers are always busy so they never come over and have never met Johnny. Johnny hasn’t felt comfortable enough to come to thanksgiving or Christmas. Hopefully this will help him feel more comfortable with my family. But today would be a rough day so it probably would be better if he stepped out for some of it.

Halfway through the day the two were back and by the end of the day we had the drywall down, rug out and fixed up most of the concrete that was under the rug. In the morning I was snuggled in my bed when I was woken up by kisses all over my face. I smiled and opened my eyes, “Good morning Darry.”

“Good morning sweetheart. Want to come out for breakfast?” He asked as continued to pepper kisses all over my face.

“Mmmm you’re making me breakfast? Baby, you’re so sweet!” I giggled as he attacked me with tickles.

“I am so sweet, you should give me some sugar!” Darry laughed dragging me out of bed and tossing me over his shoulder to take me to the kitchen.

There waiting was Johnny and his brothers were already there eating. “Oh I see, Two-bit has been eating you out of house and home, so you came over here and helped yourself.” I laughed.

“I was supposed to pick up food yesterday but I was just so tired I didn’t… sorry.” Darry said sheepishly as he places a plate in front of me.

“Don’t be, I was only teasing. You are welcome to my fridge… Darry if you need me to go to the grocery store for you I will go and get what ever you want. Just tell me what you need, alright?” I coo reaching out to run my hand through the hair on the nape of his neck.

Darry hummed and Ponyboy gagged. “Get a room!”

“This is my room!” I teased.

…

My brothers got to meet Darry and his brothers when they came over to help with the living room some more. With all the help we were able to re-insulate and get up the drywall as well as ordering the new rug and ordered the paint I wanted. I was quite pleased with both our progress and my families response to Darry.

That night his brothers crashed in Johnnys room and Darry crawled into bed with me. I moved to massage his back, “You know you don’t have to help with my house you know. You work all week. I could have taken the day with you.”

“It’s important to you and it’s the last project you have at the moment. It’s the final touch and you’ve worked so hard to get it all done quickly. Of course I wanted to help and get to know your family.”

“Oh, they are very fond of you. Mom is already planning our wedding from what dad has told her about you. Bet she will start asking if you have gotten me pregnant yet once Tod and Gregory tell her that they approve of you.” I laughed as I worked out a knot in his shoulder.

He groaned relaxing into the massage, “She’s what?”

“Planning our entire future basically. They are quite smitten with you.”

He adjusted himself to be able to see me. “Your mom hasn’t met me.”

“My Dad has hated all of my boyfriends before you. Honestly if we lived in a time parents could marry off their daughters and you asked for me, I would have been given to you.” I chuckled.

“They like me that much?”

“They adore you that much. You work all the time and are still here for me. You’re raising your two brothers, which is catnip to my mother. Damn this knot just won’t budge. Does this hurt?”

“No it’s fine just keep working on it… there see it came out. Well I guess I’m glad that they approve. Oh! Right there! That feels good!” Darry moaned.

I leaned down, spurred on by his moans to drop kisses all over his back, “You’re so hot Darrel. Just coming over here and taking care of me so good. It makes me wet just thinking about it. I want to ride you so hard. Can I ride you?”

Darry growled as he flipped underneath me and thrusted up into me causing me to moan. “You want to ride this cock? Hmm? Then go on and get it out.”

I bit my bottom lip with a giddy smile as I reached for his white briefs and tugged them down. He was semi hard already. I took ahold of him and began to pump him. He watched me with a smile, clearly enjoying himself. Once he was hard I stripped myself of my panties. I quickly climbed up him and positioned him at my own entrance, using his tip to tease it. I threw my head back from the little stimulation I got from his blunt head.

“Feeling good sweetheart? Need me to play with you a little bit? I can eat you out or finger you… I… this is my first time and I know girls need some foreplay before penetration.” The once confident Darry seemed to be nervous.

I sat back confused, “Your first time? But you are so confident when you are touching me. You’ve gotten me to orgasm with just little touches… is sex something you’ve been waiting for? Just been using foreplay before with girls?”

He nervously rubbed my thighs, “I… Um have only had one girlfriend before back in high school and we… never did more than kissed. It was just for show for her… she was cheating on me…. It’s not worth talking about.”

“Have I been too fast for you?”

“No! No I love being with you and touching you… I just worry I won’t compare.”

I licked my lips, “Oh you also don’t have anyone to be compared to… I’m not much of a catch but you… you are not only the most beautiful man I know, but also the kindest and smartest man too. I can’t believe that you aren’t swarming with ladies.”

“Baby girl!” Darry sat up taking my face in his hands, “you are gorgeous and generous. You took in a boy that you didn’t even know. You are amazing!”

I laughed and quickly wiped away tears, “I’m sorry, I ruined the mood.”

Darry kissed me and with a mischievous smile quickly laid back while pulling me up to straddle his face. I gasped with excitement as he pulled me to his lips. Darry licked and sucked on my clit like it was the most delicious thing to him. I quickly forgot about our clumsy start. I was too busy riding his face until I cummed onto his tongue. The Darry who made me think he was experienced was back as he yanked me back and straight onto his cock without a moment’s thought. He slapped my ass “My turn, baby. Come on you said you wanted to ride me, so ride me.” He commanded like a seasoned man.

“God I love how you take control. It’s so hot!” I moaned as I began to rock my hips back and forth wanting him to feel good too. He filled me up completely and fully with his cock. He was clearly in bliss as I swirled my hips. I was determined to get him to his end. As I do I begin to build up to another orgasm and when he started to moan uncontrollably I was pushed over the edge as I felt his seed fill me up.

I rolled off him letting his cum drip down my legs. Darry pulled me close and kissed me deeply, “That was amazing… you felt so good. You felt like heaven.”

I chuckled snuggled up to him, “You felt good too.”

…

I had finally gotten the inside of my house and the roof fully fixed and renovated. So now I have all this energy with no where to go except into Darrel. I hopped into Darry’s bed early in the morning. Last night I had to work and wasn’t able to even have dinner with Darry. So I crawled under the covers and snuggled into Darry all without waking him. I woke up unsurprisingly alone as I woke up about noon. I sat up and noticed some folded clothes on top of the dresser with a note on them.

“Sweetheart,

I hope you slept well and were comfortable in my lumpy old bed even though it’s no where near as comfortable as your own. I know you like the smell of my clothes so I have left you one of my shirts so that you have something to help you think of me until I get off of work.

Darry Curtis”

I chuckled at how he signed his full name. I quickly buried my nose in his shirt and inhaled deeply. I smiled and slipped on the shirt and then my jeans before going back home. Ponyboy was already in my house with Johnny and Dallas who I allow to be over on the condition that he behaves and Johnny is there with him. Surprisingly he has been rather respectful of this.

“Good morning boys.” I mumbled.

Dally chuckled, “looks like someone had some fun.”

I rolled my eyes and went to raid my fridge. “More than you but that’s not saying much is it?” I teased back after pulling out the milk and cereal. Dallas laughed and hopped off the counter. “Yeah, you’re not wrong. I think I’m going to find something fun to do. See you later Johnny Cakes.”

“So… um…. Are you and Darry getting serious?” Ponyboy asked from his place at the kitchen table.

“I’m pretty sure we already are serious but Pony… why are you asking?”

Ponyboy got really fidgety, “Well….um… Johnny and I were over at my house yesterday and well a little after Darry came home a girl stopped by and I don’t know what all was happening because they went out on the porch but I did see through the window how handzee she was.”

I looked at Johnny for what he knew and he shyly responded, “She was all over him… and he did tell us to not to say anything… but I don’t think it’s what it looks like Ma. He looked stiff when he answered the door and honestly uncomfortable the whole time. I don’t think Darry is the kind to cheat.”

I nodded, “I think you’re right but I still need to talk with him about it. Thanks for letting me know… Um anyway any plans?”

“Well… Johnny Cakes got a date. Girl from school asked him out.” Ponyboy elbows Johnny.

“Oh? Were you planning on telling me at any point? Do you need some money? Do you need a ride? Where are you going?”

Johnny blushed, “Ma! I would have… just didn’t know what to say… what if I mess it up?”

“Baby,” I’m the only who can call him this, “You are the sweetest cinnamon roll I know. But if you are still worried about it then let’s talk.”

Johnny took a breath, “She asked me out and I can’t even pay for our date… how can she even think of me as good enough?”

“You are still in school so it’s not exactly easy for you to have a job and no one is going to tell her that I gave you the money. Also girls can ask boys out too. I asked Darry so you know just go with the flow.”

Johnny nodded and Ponyboy beamed “See told you she asked Darry out.”

I chuckled and finished my breakfast/lunch. I hugged Johnny from behind and kissed his head, “Happy for you baby. Let me get you some money before I start some laundry. Mind if I grab your hamper from your room?”

“Thanks Ma… and you don’t have to do my laundry but… thanks Mom.”

I handed him some cash, enough for a dinner and a movie and decided to give Ponyboy some for a movie too seeing how Johnny was so nervous about his date that they could ease into it with a group movie before breaking off.

I used laundry and cleaning to distract myself from what Ponyboy told me. But I ultimately hate cleaning so I resigned myself to taking a shower.

I had been in the shower for a bit when I heard the door open. I poked my head out of the shower, “Darry! You scared me.” I scolded.

“Sorry doll, didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted to join you.”

I paused knowing he wanted some sexy time and if the incident with the girl wasn’t what Ponyboy suggested it was then the memory of me accusing him of infidelity would ruin shower sex but he tried to hide something from me so “I think you need to tell me about that girl the other day, first.”

He sat on the toilet and resigned himself to the conversation. “She’s my ex… from high school… she doesn’t matter… she came over and wanted to get back together but I don’t want her. She is apart of my past. She just wants me back because I am with you and I didn’t want to worry you over nothing.”

“But you understand how keeping it from me looks, don’t you?”

He nodded solemnly, “I do… I’m sorry really. I am… I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess it didn’t feel like a big deal to me… but I guess deep down I knew it was a big deal. Really doll, I’m sorry.”

“Okay as long as you don’t do it again I forgive you. If you still want to join me then you may but if you don’t, I understand.”

Darry stood up and quickly undressed, “Of course I still want to!” He hopped into the shower with me and pulled me into his arms smiling down at me wrapped up in his arms. “So beautiful and all mine too.”

I smiled up at him and wrapped my arms around him, “then why don’t you make me yours now?”

He growled as he spun me around and pushed me to lean forward as he held onto my hips. I stretched my arms out to brace myself and held my head to the side allowing the water to run over me. He thrusted his hard cock into without notice. I moaned as he roughly fucked me he soon reached out to tangle his hand in my hair to pull me flush against him. I let my head lull back and rest on his shoulder and reach back to place my hands behind his head, into his hair. Darry laid kisses on my shoulder as he massaged one breast in one hand and reached the other down to rub circles around my clitoris. I grinded back into his thrusts. “Come on baby, cum on my cock. I need to feel you cum.” Darry groaned biting my collar bone. “Come on baby.” I could feel him pulsating inside me and hear the need and desperation in his moans.

I listened to his voice and did my best to let him take me. I let myself go and he quickly released inside of me. He relaxed draped himself over me loosely until he collected himself enough to pull out and together we finished the shower and got out.

I handed him a towel before heading to my room carrying our clothes. “I have some of your clothes in the top drawer.”

We dressed and sat on the bed awkwardly but the front door opened and I shot up, heading for it and Darry followed.

“Johnny! How was your date?” I chirped taking his face in my hands.

“Ma! It was good. Okay? ”Johnny blushed pulling away smiling.

“Oh? Well will you be seeing her again?”

“Maa! Mom your embarrassing me.” He pretends to complain.

I smothered him in hugs, “Am I? Am I? Then I guess I am doing something right!” I laughed giving him one last squeeze. “Ok well, I’m going to make Darry and I some dinner. Did you get something to eat? Should I make you something to eat too?”

“We went to dinner thanks. I’m alright Ma.”

…

Darry and I have been working on repairing our relationship since Darry’s little friend appeared and he tried to hide it from me.

“You look beautiful, are you ready to head out?” Darry asked as he entered my room.

I turned from my perch on my vanity, “Sure am!”

Darry took me out to get shakes like our first date though when I finished my shake, Darry told me to check the bottom and when I fished it out and looked at back at Darry, who was down on one knee. He took the ring from me and sucked off the shake before presenting the ring. “(Y/n), you and I have been together for just a little bit of time but I know I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

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