#<- i have a friend group of sorts but once again not in the same fandoms and not on social media
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i hope nobody ever thinks that im like in an exclusive fandom friend group with the ~popular kids~ (more on twitter than here but ig also when i was more active in the bobs burgers fandom) cuz i dont really talk to people or have friends like that đ even if some of the more popular ppl in a fandom follow me or we're mutuals the only people i have any real interest in talking to are people who engage in conversations and are funny and kind. just vibes-based. im not in any groupchats with anyone other than my friends of almost a decade who are probably the only people i really talk to regularly
#even if i do talk to ppl who have more followers privately that doesn't mean we have like a deep connection#Cuz at least to me it doesnt really feel like we do#idk i dont want anyone to feel excluded or something cuz for ME at least... not only do i not think of myself as better than anyone#i can confirm nobody is exactly reaching out trying to be friends with me lmao they are NOT in my dms#is popularity just **knowing** a lot of people?? cuz even if so it still feels lonely#ive always known a lot of people in every social space that ive been in but that doesn't mean i have like. actual friends LMAO#like REAL real friendships where you talk and do things together#i feel like that's something that most ppl would have that i never do#other than with my friends who are in None of the same fandoms as me and who dont even really use social media anymore#ANYWAY i feel like everyone has their little friend groups except for me#but if u dont.... we're in this together đ¤#<- i have a friend group of sorts but once again not in the same fandoms and not on social media#they're more Important to me but we dont talk about fandom stuff#in fact i dont have anyone to talk about new ii or bobs burgers content with which is WHY im always on social media posting thru it#txt
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thumbnail that says "staying in my band until I feel appreciated" and the video is 3 years long
#I'm the only girl and I'm also the bassist so I'm automatically the most forgotten member#if i was attractive I'd be the most important member bc I'd be A Girl Bassist but I'm not so I'm just the bassist who is a girl#and they post photos with me cropped out without realising#and I'm not even on the recordings it's the guitarist playing my parts#and the amount of times we've been on stage and they've started playing the next song before I've even finished tuning#and they in general never listen to my ideas and then a few months later someone thinks of the same thing and everyone's like wow#and i live the furthest away#and the only reason I'm still in the band is bc they're basically my only connection to uni left#and my only social interactions bc all my friends that live near me have full time jobs and are never free#and also bc i want at least one bit of physical or digital or audible proof that i was even in the band for 3 years#fuck even when the guitarist's sister drives the drummer to a gig he's like omg thank you soooo much really appreciate it#but when i had to go out of my way that one time to pick him up in the rain to bring him back to where i was and ruining all my#morning plans i didn't even get a weak thank you#but i'm the bassist and the girl so it's fine#anyway once we (if we ever) release a song with me actually playing on it i'll probably leave#except we've been a band for sort of 3 years depending on when you consider the beginning to be (it was 2021 anyway) and we still haven't#released anything bc none of them can make a decision#like neither can i usually but i'm alright at it in a group if everyone else is too indecisive#but again they won't ever listen to me#my sister works for a record label and she says our social media is awful (and she's right) and it's literally her industry she knows what#would work well and stuff. but i'd have to be the one to pass on the message and they wo#n't 3bebr ksjtnen toc me chjsjskwjfhwidjd#anywayyyy#ramble
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indifferent [s.h.] 18+
an: heyyyy me again so yeah could not stop thinking about a pathetic steve so here we are!! enjoy and feel free to send suggestions, concepts, or just chat!!
side note i listened to i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys on a loop while writing this so do with thag what you will!
masterlist here!!
summary: you and steve are coworkers and while you try (and fail) to act like he doesnât exist, heâs a little obsessed with you and would do anything to have your attention
(fem!reader x steve harrington)
warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, public teasing (nothing too crazy), jealous reader, dirty talk, f masturbation, fingering, biting, kissing, spit, handjob MDNI!!!!!
wc: 15.5k
When it came to Steve Harrington, you were indifferent.Â
You didnât fall in with the group of girls who fawned over him like some king, worshiping the ground he walked on and giggling at his attempts at jokes. But you didnât fall in with the other group either. The ones that hated him, that called him names and rolled their eyes when he walked in the room with a smile on his face.Â
So you fell somewhere in the middle. To you Steve Harrington was your coworker, someone you often had to pick up the slack for or cover for when he was running late. You wouldnât call him a friend but wouldnât say he was your enemy either.Â
The arrangement the two of you had worked well for you. Youâd cover for him or save his ass when needed, and in turn heâd leave you alone. Well sometimes he would. You didnât mind him but sometimes it seemed like he could go on forever and you justâŚit drove you a little crazy, okay? He was good about leaving you be, making small talk for a little before the both of you quieted down and went about your shift.Â
Part of this arrangement was you teasing him until his cheeks burned and his felt fuzzy, but that was neither here nor there.Â
But sometimes you think he just couldnât help it. Heâd start going on about something and then it would be 45 minutes later and heâd still be going. You let him do this about once or twice a week. You didnât mind him or his company, so if it made him happy to ramble on every once in a while you could live with that. He was a yapper and you were quiet. You would hum along to something youâd heard on the way to work and entertain his chit chat for a few minutes but that was really it.Â
Did that mean you couldnât appreciate that he was actually really pretty? Of course not! He had dimples that made him seem boyish and sweet, even when he was being a menace. His hair was perfect, especially after heâd spent the day running his hands through it a million and one times. His lips were pouty and pink and so what if you stared at them when he was droning on about something? A perfect nose that youâd admired the slope of more times than you could count when he was sitting beside you going through returns.Â
He was pretty. You wouldnât deny that. But that was it. No more, no less. It didnât mean you liked him or wanted him or would fall to your knees for him like half of Hawkins did. Sure, you passed the time at work by teasing him and making him squirm, but it was only because you were bored and he was there, all pretty and willing.Â
You were indifferent.Â
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Steve liked you.Â
If you were in the same room as him he couldnât help but to watch you. He didnât know if you saw him and he couldnât bring himself to care. Heâd watch the way youâd tuck your hair behind your ear once every few minutes. Heâd watch you scrunch your nose when you were reading and pout your rosy lips when sorting through dvdâs. God you were just so pretty.Â
He wanted your attention all the time, he craved it. He knew he looked like a little lovesick puppy the way he followed you around and hoped youâd smile at him or indulge his ramblings every now and then.Â
Pathetic. Thatâs what he was when it came to you. Sometimes you were a little mean to him but he liked it, loved anything youâd give him. He would even show up late on purpose sometimes just to hear you scold him!Â
âMânot always gonna be here to cover for you, Harrington. Be a big boy and get to work on time.â
His cheeks would be pink and heâd give you a shy smile, promising this was the last time but you both knew better than to believe that. You didnât put up with his bullshit, you called him out when he needed it and you didnât try and act like somebody you werenât around him. He loved it.Â
Like today, youâd barely come in the door before he was on your heels, going on about some party from the weekend before and how it was sooo lame and that he didnât have any fun. Heâs so occupied with his rambling he doesnât realize youâve stopped until he slams into your back, hands coming up to grip your shoulders so you donât both fall over.Â
Your hands grip the counter just in time and he expects you to turn around and gripe at him, scolding him like a toddler whoâd been on your heels but you donât. You huff a laugh and playfully shove at his shoulder, shaking your head.Â
âJesus, Harrington. Maybe I need to get you a leash, hm?âÂ
And maybe Steve likes that a little too much because he can feel the tips of his ears burning and blush working its way up his neck and covering his cheeks in a pink that makes him squirm.Â
He watched you quirk an eyebrow at him, a knowing smirk on those lips heâs dreamed about for months and he wonders why heâs not more embarrassed, why his heart is racing and his cock is swelling in his pants. Fuck.
âOn second thought, I think maybe youâd like that a little too much.âÂ
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One thing you love about working with Steve is teasing him. Youâve done good to not let him get too close to you, staying neutral when it comes to his antics but you canât help the giddiness you feel watching him blush and squirm when youâre mean to him. Youâve come to learn he likes when you embarrass him.Â
Youâre embarrassed to admit it makes you feel a little powerful, a little special when you make him this way. Heâs not the big, bad, âKing Steveâ he was in high school when heâs in front of you, oh no. You think heâs quite pathetic the way heâs practically attached to your hip and you relish in the way he hangs onto every word you give him, especially considering you donât give him much.Â
Like today youâre perched on a stool at the cash register, barely working oscillating fan doing little to cool you down when the ac is shitty, pushing around warm air that makes your thighs stick together and leaves a sheen of sweat on your forehead. You hate the heat, but what you donât hate is the way Steveâs eyes are glued to your thighs, watching closely every time you readjust or a bead of sweat slides down your leg.Â
âCareful, Steve, I won't be happy if you drool on my leg.â That snaps him out of it, shoulders thrown back as he whips his head up to your face and oh yep! Thereâs those red cheeks youâve come to like so much.Â
He opens his mouth to say something, probably nothing that would make sense but you spare him from trying to explain his wandering eyes, reaching down into your bag to pull out your next bit of entertainment for the day.Â
Thisâll be good.
Out of the corner of your eye you see him watching you closely and you canât help the smirk you wear when your fingers find what you were looking for, wrapping around it and pulling it out for Steve to see. You donât miss the way his lips part or the way he grips the counter in front of you.Â
âTheyâre my favorite,â you wave the cherry blow pop in front of you like youâve found gold, smirking at the way his eyes follow it through the air, âI only have the one but I can share, I guess.âÂ
It would be rude of you to not offer him any. You might tease and be mean, but you certainly werenât rude!
Ripping the wrapper off you waste no time, sticking the sweet treat in your cheek, throwing away the trash and swinging your legs around so youâre face to face with Steve, knees pressed against his as your feet dangle off the stool.Â
Maybe you could blame the way you make a show out of it on the lack of customers today. Youâve been here for 4 hours and only a handful of people have come in. Yeah, thatâll do. Thatâs why you pull it from your mouth with a pop that makes him flinch, lolling your tongue around the candy in a way that makes his eyes glaze over. You can hear him gulp when you hollow your cheeks and close your eyes, pretending like the taste of artificial cherry is whatâs making your ears buzz and your heart race.Â
Dragging the blow pop from your mouth you gasp, letting your tongue swipe against your bottom lip that youâre sure is shiny with spit. âOh, where are my manners! Here ya go, Harrington, have a lick.âÂ
Not giving him a second to react, you surge forward, pushing the sucker against his lips before he has the chance to open, smearing the stickiness and your spit around his mouth and smiling wide at the sight of him, a tint of red around his pouty lips that suits him well.Â
âMessy boy, arenât you?â You swipe your thumb over his lips, collecting some of the mess and you can see the way his tongue peaks out and you know heâs dying to let it touch your thumb. You pull back before he can, popping your thumb in your mouth and humming around it as if itâs the blow pop itself.Â
âTold you I could share!âÂ
You could be indifferent to him and still want to make him melt to his knees for you, right?Â
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Steve thought about the cherry blow pop incident for weeks. He was surprised he didnât cum in his pants like a teenager when the spit soaked treat touched his lips or when he watched you suck on your thumb after it swiped across his mouth.Â
That was just one example of how you tortured him, how he loved it. Heâd had to go home that night and barely made it through the front door before he was pulling his cock out and picturing you on your knees in front of him, teasing him for being a âmessy boy.âÂ
You had no idea.Â
This shit would happen, these events that Steve was positive were chemically altering his brain chemistry, and he wasnât supposed to fall in love with you? Youâd do something like that, something so hot it was engraved in his mind forever and then five minutes later it would be as though it never happened. Youâd smirk at him, go back to what you were doing and spend the rest of the day ignoring him or giving him one word responses while he begged at your feet for a scrap of attention.Â
He really was like a puppy.Â
So he was confused, beyond confused on if you were friends, if you wanted himâŚhe just didnât know what to make of it. He hadnât seen you act this way with anyone else and it made him feelâŚspecial. God he was pathetic.Â
The problem with all this was that he wasnât entirely sure you didnât hate his guts. I mean yeah, youâd tease and scold him when he was being an idiot and you were mean but never cruel or malicious. But you also never really went out of your way to start a conversation, never really cared to keep one up with him either. You rarely smiled at him, which killed him, because he saw the way youâd laugh at something Robin said or the amusement dancing in your eyes when the kids came in to raise hell. You never let him have it though, and fuck he wishes you would. All he got were teasing smirks and he wasnât complaining about them, not one bit, but he wanted to see if he could make you all sweet and mushy like everyone else did.Â
Thereâs been a few times heâs caught you staring but you never back down, never look embarrassed to have been watching him and he wonders if you were staring so hard to put a curse on his bloodline or something! He wouldnât mind if you were, the feel of your eyes on him somewhat satiate the craving he has for you.Â
Heâs thinking about you again, just like always. In fact heâs so deep in thought, leaned forward letting his chin rest in his palm that for once he doesnât notice you come up behind him.Â
He wishes he would have noticed you because then maybe he could have prepared himself to talk you and then maybe he wouldnât have fucked everything up the way he did. Maybe it wouldâve gone differently and ended without you in tears and him feeling the world's biggest douche bag.Â
âDreaminâ about me, Harrington?âÂ
âArenât I always.â He meant for it to come out teasingâbut it didnât. Now you were staring at him and he was staring out the window, the tips of his ears burning and he wished he could swallow his own tongue.Â
âAnyways, any chance youâll cover my shift this Friday?âÂ
âWhy? Where are you going?â Full on pouting now he finally met your gaze. You never missed a shift, in fact you were the only one that anyone could count on to pick up extra shifts.Â
âWho are you, my daddy?âÂ
His fingers twitched on the counter in front of him and neither of you missed the way his throat bobbed. Jesus Christ you made him crazy. âIf you must know, I have a date and Friday is the only day that works.âÂ
Waitâwhat? You had a date? With someone who was not him. Based on the way his heart dropped to his ass, he realized he might want far more than just your attention. His throat clogged as he looked at you, waiting as patiently as possible for his answer but fuck a date? Youâd never gone on one as long as heâd known youâwell that he knew of.Â
âButâŚyou donât go on dates.âÂ
âAnd what the hell is that supposed to mean?âÂ
Oh he was fucked now. Heâd opened his big mouth and pissed you offânot in the way heâd liked either. âWell I just, I just meant Iâve never seen anyone ask yoâI didnât think anyoneâŚor youâŚIâve never seen you go on one so I just figured you didnât.â His foot could not get any further down his throat. He was fucking this up royally, but he was flustered! The pretty girl he liked was going out with someone, god knows who, and his feelings were a little hurt, even if he didnât have the right!Â
âForget it.â Any amusement youâd held towards him vanished, something else passed over you that he recognized as hurt and then anger. Lots of anger.Â
âWait! Mâsorry, I didnât mean it like thaââ
âNo you wait, Harrington. I donât care what you think or what you think you know, itâs none of your business. I didnât ask for you to question whether it was possible someone could like me enough to take me out, I asked if youâd cover my shift. Whichâby the wayâis not a big ask considering I cover your ass at least two times a week! But forget it, asshole, Iâm sure my date was a fluke anyways, right?âÂ
Before he could apologize or even blink youâd stormed away, slamming the break room door behind you. Shit he was an idiot! A huge, massive, blubbering idiot whoâd made you more mad than heâd ever seen. His words got all jumbled around you anyways let alone when he was jealous over someone else getting to take you out.Â
Heâd fucked up big time and was just sure you were cursing his bloodline now.Â
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Big, angry tears rolled down your cheeks in the employee bathroom youâd locked yourself in for the last twenty minutes. You were pissed, livid even, but more than that you were hurt. Which was only making you more mad, because why the hell did Steve Harrington have the power to hurt your feelings! He wasnât anyone to you but a coworker, maybe an acquaintance, and yet here you were crying in the bathroom at work because heâŚwhat? Didnât think you were pretty enough or cool enough orâwhatever he fuckinâ thoughtâto date?Â
Okay, sure he didnât say that exactly, but how else were you supposed to take his blubbering. And yeah, for the most part you were quiet and reserved and didnât give a fuck what anyone thought, but that didnât mean you didnât have feelings for godsake.Â
At the end of the day Steve was a guy, a cute guy that youâd admired for his beauty and wouldnât deny that he was overall sweet and kind, and you were a girl, a girl who apparently was not meant for dates.Â
And that hurts your feelings more than youâd care to admit.Â
A knock on the door had you wiping at your cheeks furiously, though at this point nothing would be able to hide your red cheeks and swollen eyes. âWho is it?â You cringed at how your voice sounded cracked and whiny.Â
âItâs Robin,â Oh thank god. Thank fucking god it wasnât Steve. âDingus is out here looking like heâs about to have a meltdown but wonât tell me whatâs up, just said you were back here and that I should come check on you.âÂ
Taking a deep breath you pulled the door open just enough for Robin to slip in, quickly closing it back behind her and trying not to let your bottom lip tremble when she turned to look at you and gasped. You werenât even a crier! What was going on!Â
âWoaâshit I donât think Iâve ever seen you cry. Are you okay? What happened? Did they get Steve too, he seriously looks two seconds away from curling up on the floor.â Hands immediately covering your face you sigh, willing no more tears to fall until you can get out of here and into your own bed.Â
âItâs not, I justâI really donât wanna talk about it right now, okay? Do you think you could start early and cover the rest of my shift? I promise Iâll make it up to you I justâŚRob I just need to go home.âÂ
âOf course I can, are you crazy? Thereâs nothing to make up. Go! Iâll tell Harrington youâre not feeling well and heâs stuck with me for the rest of the night,â giving you a reassuring squeeze as you gathered your things youâd grabbed on the way in here you gave her what you hoped came off as a thankful smile, âand whenâifâyou wanna talk about this, Iâm here. Just so you know. I can listen sometimes despite what they all say.âÂ
You nodded, squeezing her hand and giving yourself one last look in the mirror, grimacing at the utter mess you saw staring back at you. Hiking your bag on your shoulder you fled the safety of the bathroom and all but ran to the door.Â
Steve was with a customer, the polite smile he had on his face completely wiped off when he caught a glimpse at your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. You didnât spare him one look, practically running for the door without uttering a word in his direction.Â
God he felt like a piece of shit. He doesnât think heâd ever seen you upset, let alone crying. Heâd fucked up bad and didnât know how to fix it when heâs sure you wouldnât give him the time of day now.Â
Heâd have to find a way to make this better, the pit in his stomach growing when he thought of you being upsetâhurtâbecause of him.Â
He stood there staring at the door until Robin came up beside him, a concerned look on her face as she studied him. âDid she say what happened?âÂ
âNo, she didnât. Just said she needed to go home and didnât want to talk about it. Iâve never seen her so upset though, Iâm worried.â
He was thankful she didnât call him out for his bullshit. It was obvious whatever happened had been between the two of you and he didnât think he couldnât take Robin ripping into him right now, even if he deserved it.
âYeah, me too.â And fuck he was.Â
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3 days since Steve had made you cry. The more you thought about it, the worse you felt because if you were being honest with yourself, maybe there was a small, teeny tiny part of you that grew fond of Steve. Steve with his goofy smile and bashful grin when heâd tell you stupid jokes.Â
It was one thing to be hurt because heâd been a jerk, but now you were dealing with feelings you didnât want. Youâd been hurt because you liked Steve and hearing him sayâŚwell you guess he didnât say much, just stumbled his way through some sentences that all started pretty shitty, your feelings were all twisted up that he viewed you a certain way.Â
But instead of thinking too hard about these newfound feelings you had, you chose to ignore it completely. Obviously! You didnât have the time or energy to worry about what Steve Harrington thought of you, especially when you glance at the clock on your nightstand and shit youâre gonna be late for work!Â
This is your first shift in 3 days and your stomach turns because you know youâll be working with Steve. It also happened to be Friday, the day of your date that you had canceled in a fit of hurt and anger when you got home from your last shift. But based on how that jackass you couldnât even remember the name of took it, youâd dodged a bullet.Â
Youâre pulling into Family Video before you know it, dread washing over you and it doesnât help that the humid summer heat as your bare thighs sticking to your seat, it only adds to your frustration. You make no move to actually get out, but you know you canât afford to miss a shift or risk this job so you get it over with, pulling yourself out and walking in before you say fuck it and head back home.Â
Walking through the front doors you see him immediately, standing behind the counter with worry etched between his brows and a small frown on his face. He looks like a kicked puppy, staring you down as if youâve wronged him.Â
âYouâre late.âÂ
You stiffen, spine straightening at his words and a string of curses are on the tip of your tongue, ready to lash out at him because how dare he. But before you get the chance heâs speaking again, effectively cutting off the tyrade you had going on your head.Â
âAnd thatâs fine, totally fine! Youâre just never late so I was worried, but then again I know todayâs Friday so I wasnât sure if youâd be showing up at allâŚI didnât get the chance to tell you the other day Iâd already told Robin Iâd cover her shift today but I talked to the boss and if you need to go you can, I can manage one night by myself, I swear!âÂ
You didnât answer him, walking past and heading to the break room to hang up your things and try and mentally prepare for what was sure to be the longest shift of your life. The only thing you had going for you was that it was a Friday night, so hopefully youâd be busy and not have time to stress over being stuck with Steve.Â
When you come back out heâs standing in the same spot you left him, staring around like a lost little kid waiting for someone to give him direction. Well you won't be doing it tonight. Wordlessly you take a seat on the stool, trying your best to ignore his stare burning into the side of your face. Youâd snap at him if you didnât think youâd have a meltdown.Â
âAre you sure you donât want to go? I know you said tonight was the only night that would work for your date and I swear to you I can handle it. The placeâll still be standing tomorrow.âÂ
Maybe you should go. You could go home and lay in your bed and wallow some more, eat some ice cream and try and forget the past week had ever happened. But you couldnât. You needed the money and you certainly werenât gonna hide from Steve when heâs the one that fucked up. So with all the courage you can muster you turn to him, doing your best to give a blank face so he canât see the hurt brewing behind your eyes.Â
âNo, Harrington. I donât go on dates, remember?âÂ
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Steve watches you turn away from him and fuck, okay he deserved that. He was a major asshole who had spent the last 3 days trying and failing to figure out how to get you to forgive him.Â
Then you walk in looking so pretty that for a second he forgets that youâre mad at him, that he had fucked up. But then he sees your eyes and they look sad, detached and that kills him all over again.Â
If he thought you might have disliked him before then he had no idea how good he had it! Heâd give anything for you to smirk at him, to call him an idiot or to roll your eyes and pretend like you didnât care when he rambled on, even though he could tell you did care, your eyes always gave you away.Â
âCan I please justââ
âNo.â
âPlease, Iâm begging for you to justââ
âNo, Steve.âÂ
âButââ
âNope.â
âGoddamnit please just let me at least try and explain myself a little bit. I know I donât deserve it but I hurt you and I never, ever wanted to do that. Please. 5 minutes, honey. Please.âÂ
He thinks heâs shocked you, eyes widening the tiniest bit before you shrug at him, casting a quick look his way before you turn back around and face away from him.Â
âIâm listening.âÂ
Doing your best to ignore the fact that he just called you honey, heâs never done that, you turn to him and shrug, trying to act indifferent but on the inside youâre dying to know what he has to say. You want to know what he really thinks even though it goes against everything youâve ever thought or stood for.Â
Jesus Christ you were the pathetic one, hoping for the reassurance of King Steve. Highschool you would absolutely kick your ass if she could see you now.Â
âIâm notâŚgood at sorting my thoughts, especially around you and the shit I said the other day came out so wrong, so not how I meant it and I justâfuck Iâm sorry. I never want you to be sad or hurt because of meâŚor anything at all,â He didnât even know how to properly say anything without it coming out that he just liked you so much it made him a fool! âI was not trying to suggest people didnât want to take you out, that came out all wrong. Iâm sure thereâs a line of people just waiting for you to give them a chance,â I would know, Iâm front and center. âBut I was just surprised because I hadnât ever heard you talk about going on dates so I guess I just assumedâŚI donât know. Iâm an idiot who was also maybe just a little jealous and fuck itâs not even my business what you do! The point is that Iâm sorry, okay? Iâm so sorry that I hurt your feelings, it was never my intention.âÂ
It had been a few minutes with neither of you saying anything, the store empty and only the buzz of the crappy ac could be heard around you as he waited for you to say something, anything.Â
âDo you want me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness? Iâll do it, I swear. I hate you being upset with me, it fuckinâ sucks.â He couldnât help it, his skin was crawling the longer you stayed quiet and he thinks heâd do anything to get you to not look so sad.Â
He hears a small huff from you and if he was looking heâd have seen it was a small laugh of disbelief. âI may be mean but Iâm not cruel, Harrington. I wouldnât make you get on your knees on this floor.âÂ
Relief flooded through him and despite the humidity swirling around in the air he swore he felt cooler, lighter than he did before. âDoes this mean Iâm off your shit list then?âÂ
Your laugh was loud this time and he felt his chest swell with pride that he had been the one to cause it, even if he hadnât meant to.Â
âWhat makes you so sure I have a shit list?âÂ
âOh come on, you definitely do.â Things felt somewhat normal again and it eased the ache in his chest that had lived there for 3 long days. Maybe this whole thing would make you guys even closer, actually make you friends.Â
âAlright, maybe I do. And youâre definitely on it, but not because of what happened,â He found himself smiling at you and if he looked close enough he swore he saw a ghost of a smile on your lips before you wiped it away with the back of your hand, âbut about the other day, IâŚyou did hurt my feelings. I know, itâs shocking I have them but every once in a while Iâm reminded Iâm just like the rest of you, unfortunately. Look, Iâve worked with you a while and youâre sweet, Steve. Youâre a good guy and when you were saying those thingsâŚI know you didnât mean it the way it came out, but it made me feel..fuck I hate this shit. It made me feel like you thought I wasnât good enough or pretty enough or some shit like that and it justâŚit fucked with me, okay? But I know youâd never be cruel like that so I forgive you. Weâll forget this happened so I donât have to talk about my feelings anymore and weâll be good. We are good. Fuck Iâll even admit weâre friends if we can not talk about this ever again.âÂ
âYou think I donât think youâre pretty or good enough?â That was all his brain could think of. How the fuck could you think that? Had he not been obvious? He all but drooled over you every time you were in his line of sight.Â
âReally, Steve? Thatâs all you got! I just said we were friends. I'd thought youâd be over the moon.â Your eyes were looking everywhere but him and he knew you were trying to deflect. Youâd just been vulnerable with him and he should move on but he couldnât stomach you thinking you werenât good enough or pretty enough, let alone thinking that he thought those things!Â
âHoney, Iâd be lucky even if you even gave me a second glance. Good enough? Youâre too good for me and every other sorry prick in this town. I fuckinâ swear it. I was caught off guard and jealous. Jealous that someone else had gotten you to give them the time of day!â You looked stunned but he kept going, âAnd I can give you all the dirty details about how pretty you are. How I spend all day practically getting paid to stare at you, what a job! How Iâve memorized every little detail of your pretty face, how I stare a little too long when youâre bent over in front of me. Or how I think about your cute little mouth wrapped around that blow pop and wish it was myââ
âSteve Harrington!â Youâd slapped your palm over his mouth to shut him up and if he wasnât enjoying how squirmy you suddenly were heâd nip at your palm to make you jump. It was nice seeing you all red faced and hot because of him for a change, even though he loved it when it was the other way around.Â
Maybe heâd said too much, let his filter slip a little too far but he wantedâno needed for you to know how perfect you were. Not just to him but to anyone with common sense.Â
Pulling your palm away he opened his mouth but you shot him a glare as he did, as if you could sense he was going to do it. He watched as you tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and cleared your throat bringing your weary eyes to meet his.Â
âSmacking me around now?â He was a little shit, he knew it but he was sure you liked it anyway.Â
âYou love it.â And shit, youâd got him there. Heâd let you do anything you wanted to him with a smile on his face and his heart happy. But just because heâd made you feel better didnât mean the hurt just went away and heâd do whatever it took to fix it.Â
âCaught me,â He threw you a wink that you ignored, rolling your eyes at him, âbut seriously, thereâs not one thing wrong with you and Iâm sorry that I made you feel any different. Iâm a dick. Iâll tell you till Iâm blue in the face how pretty you are if thatâs what it takes.âÂ
âOh no, Iâve heard plenty, you perv. Now I know why youâre so quiet when Iâm reorganizing the bottom shelves, youâre staring at my ass!â He shrugged at you sheepishly, not being near as embarrassed as he should be for admitting that.Â
âButâŚthank you, Steve. This was just a misunderstanding that youâve more than cleared up. Weâre good, Harrington. Iâm good.â And the relief he felt was seen on his face and felt throughout his body. He couldâve used the moment to be sweet, dragging out the conversation but you still looked a little uneasy about opening up to him so he thought it better to go back to territory you were comfortable with, him annoying you.Â
âOh I know weâre good! Weâre friends now, remember? Donât think Iâll ever let you forget it.âÂ
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Things between you and Steve had beenâŚgood.Â
There was a bit of tension between you, the kind that made your throat dry when you looked at him and your thighs clench when he whispered something in your ear if customers were around and he didnât want them to hear. Maybe it was from the things he admitted or maybe it was because you were suddenly much more aware of Steve.Â
Youâd had your talk, if you could call it that, a few weeks ago and the time youâve spent together since then had been mostly normal. Steve, getting on your nerves, rambling about nothing for as long as youâd let him, looking at you with those pitiful puppy dog eyes when you gave him some attention. You, teasing him relentlessly, even more now than before. Covering for him less, heâd been showing up on time almost every shift you had together. Bending over in front of him more just to hear him curse and see his cheeks flush.Â
And maybe kind of developing a crush on him.Â
Itâs not your fault, itâs his! How were you supposed to resist him after he said heâd be lucky to go out with you, after he told you heâd been jealous someone else was, after he told you how pretty you were and how he thought about your mouth wrapped around hisâ
Fuckâno, you were not going down that road again. Every time you thought about what he said, how genuine and needy he seemed when he talked about you, your head got all fuzzy and your knees threatened to give out. It was all you could do not to pounce on him the second the words left his mouth.Â
So yeah, you had a big fat crush on Steve Harrington.Â
Heâd also taken your comment about being friends to heart, bringing it up every chance he got and using it as an excuse for the two of you to spend even more time together. Youâd walk in Family Video and heâd flash you that smile, opening his arms for a hug you pretended to hate but in reality looked forward to every day.Â
âHello, friend.âÂ
âAs your friend I have to tell you how pretty you look today.âÂ
âCâmon friend, come to this party with me. Itâll be lame without you.âÂ
Youâd threatened to revoke his âfriendâ privileges and heâd gasped, clutching his chest dramatically and pretending to stumble to the floor. It took everything in you not to giggle at his antics. You were quickly becoming obsessed with Steve, and even more obsessed with how quick you could get him to turn into a puddle at your feet.Â
That was how you find yourself here at the Hawkins public pool with your bag strap digging uncomfortably into your shoulder and sweat dripping down your back, wearing what youâd bet was a grimace as you walked around the scattered chairs looking for Steve.Â
One thing that remained constant and strong was the mid summer heat that took your breath away and put you in a less than pleasant mood most of the time. Poor Steve got the brunt of your frustration but he never complained. And thatâs why you finally agreed to come to the pool with him, because he was sweet and patient and adorable, even when he was annoying the shit out of you.Â
What you didnât account for was the added heat youâd endure from seeing Steve shirtless before you, arms crossed over his chest and pale pink swim trunks sitting on his hips.Â
When did Steve Harrington get chest hair and why was your mouth watering over it? It made him look sexy, older in a way that erased all boyish features youâd come to love. He lookedâŚfuck he looked hot. His hair was slicked back and you knew heâd already gotten in, too impatient to wait for the 10 minutes longer it had taken you to get here. He had a trail of hair on his lower belly that ran down under the band of his swim trunks and you think you might have actually let out a whimper at the sight.Â
You took a step toward him and cursed yourself when your legs wobbled a little bit. If he saw it he didnât say anything, righting yourself quickly and making your way over so you could toss your bag into his waiting arms, trying not to look at the patch of chest hair just inches from your face and failing miserably.Â
âMy own personal pool boy, a girl could get used to this.âÂ
It didnât take long to figure out that the easiest and quickest way to get yourself together was to turn it on him, to make his hands twitch and his stomach clench and to tease him until he was panting like a puppy.Â
âAt your service, maâam.âÂ
Grabbing your arm he tugged you to the chairs heâd saved for the two of you, a cooler sitting between them with the lunch heâd made for the both of you. It makes your heart skip a beat and your tummy flutters. Your sweet Stevie.Â
He sat your bag down between the chairs, laying back so his arms were stretched back and crossed behind his head, a twinge in your stomach tightening as you watched him stretch out before you. A fucking Greek god. You needed to even the playing field and you needed to do it now.Â
Grabbing the sunscreen from your bag you put on the sweetest smile you could conjure while your body screamed at you to straddle his thighs and kiss him dumb. âStevie, can you help me out with this?â He nodded without thought, thatâs just how kind he was, sitting up to grab the bottle from your hands.Â
Before he could make a move to get up you knocked his legs apart, pushing yourself down and back so that you were wedged between his thighs, your back almost completely pressed against his front.Â
He cursed behind you, trying to scoot back but your hands dug into his thighs to keep him there, a silent plea. Youâre sure if you could see his face heâd look almost pained at the feeling of your skin pressed to his.Â
You heard him flip the cap open and squeeze some sunscreen in his hand, neither of you saying anything for a moment before he leaned forward, his lips almost touching the shell of your ear when he spoke, âsâgonna be cold.â You nodded wordlessly and straightened up a little, pushing back further into him.Â
âFuck.â You didnât mean for it to slip out and hoped you could blame it on the cold lotion hitting your back, but you knew that was a lie. Steveâs big, calloused hands on your shoulders and back had you holding back whines and moans threatening to climb up your throat. Jesus Christ this felt good, too good.Â
Any composure you had left flew out the window at his next move and you were quickly falling behind in the one sided game youâd started with him.Â
You felt his hands move down lower to where the string of your bikini tied in the back, your thighs clenching hard when he slid them toward the front, following the line of your top and just barely slipping under the cup of your breast to tease the skin there before he was pulling back and going to your shoulders again.Â
Holy fuck.Â
He tensed behind you when your fingers dug harder into his thighs, but you didnât even mean to. It was just a knee jerk reaction to his fingers gliding over the underside of your boob for Christ's sake. It wasnât until you leaned back just a little, totally innocent you were just readjusting, that you felt it.Â
Steve was hard. His swimsuit did a shit job of concealing it. And he was pressed up against you so tightly you could feel him throb against your lower back when you gasped. This was your opportunity to one up him, to move ahead a few spaces.Â
Head turning to the side just slightly so he was in your peripheral, you needed to make sure he was looking and listening. You spoke as if you werenât dripping wet yourself, thighs sore from how hard youâd been squeezing them together.Â
âPoor baby, touching my shoulders and grazing a pair of tits has you all needy, huh?âÂ
He whined low in his throat, leaning forward to press his forehead against your back. You could feel little puffs of air against your skin as he tried to compose himself, not that youâd let him.Â
âStop. Donât be mean.â The words were whispered against your skin and you smiled.Â
âDonât act like you donât like it when Iâm mean. Gets you hard, doesn't it, when I tease you?â You were being mean, so mean, but if the way he subtly tried to buck up against you was indication of how he felt, he loved it.Â
You kept going, basking in the feeling of his hands grilling your hips tight and his breathing against your back was getting faster the more you talked.Â
âYou really are like a puppy. Itâs just so fucking cute how whiny you get when youâre like this.âÂ
Both of you stilled when a whimper slipped out a little too loud and all of a sudden you remembered where you were, a fucking public pool. Steve must have realized too because he pulled back, scooting far enough away that you werenât touching anymore and you hated how you already missed the feel of his skin on yours.Â
Clearing your throat you shuffled over to the other chair, glancing at Steve to see his mouth shut and eyes looking anywhere but you. Maybe youâd gone too far. You opened your mouth to apologize but before you could he was up and tugging you to the edge of the pool, jumping in and practically dragging you in with him.Â
The cool water actually did a good job of cooling you down, physically and mentally. When you broke the surface, gasping for air, Steve was already there looking at you. You couldnât read the look on his face, couldnât tell if he was upset with you so you bit the bullet.Â
âMâsorry if I went too far, Steve. Itâs justâŚyou wereâŚthe sunscreenâyou were making me feel crazy so I wanted to even it up. I shouldnât have done that though, especially not here. Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.âÂ
For the first time since you came up from the water he broke his stare, opting to look around you before he came closer, pulling you in so no one would hear your conversation.Â
âDonât be sorry, Iâm not. I only pulled away because I was seconds from cumming in my shorts like a teenage boy and I was embarrassed.âÂ
Lips pulling into a smile you covered your mouth and he pouted at you, huffing like a child when he saw you trying not to laugh at him. âNo need to be embarrassed, Stevie. You canât help that youâre a needy little thing.âÂ
His hand swatted at yours that had come up to pinch his cheeks and you cooed at him to tease him further. âSo mean.â He tried to look annoyed but failed and it made your stomach dip at how pretty he looked, drops of water falling off his lashes, lashes you and every girl in Hawkins would kill for.Â
âYou really are pretty, Harrington.â The tips of his ears burned bright red and he moved toward you instinctively, like he wanted to kiss you. God did you want to kiss him. But you didnât want to do it in a public place where you wouldnât be able to make a mess of him after so you pulled back and splashed some water in his face with a giggle.Â
âCâmon big boy, letâs swim! I didn't come all this way just to stare at your cute face.âÂ
Although you wouldnât mind it.Â
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The next few weeks are quiet, work goes by painfully slow when youâre not with Steve and you hate it. Your shifts with Steve are filled with teasing touches and flushed cheeks and very little work.Â
Youâve also been spending a good chunk of the time youâre not at work with Steve as well. He somehow almost always convinces you to come over to watch a movie or go with him for a late night ice cream run. You find yourself in his car or playing with his hair while you lay in your bed more often than not.Â
And you love it.Â
Trying to act like you werenât obsessed with him was exhausting so you mostly gave it up. Youâd smile at him more, laugh at his jokes more freely, and have become much more touchy with him.Â
Neither of you could seem to keep your hands off each other if you were in the same room. He always had to have a hand on your hip or one holding your thigh and you couldnât keep your fingers from rubbing at his neck or slipping through his hair if he was close.Â
There hadnât been a conversation about what was happening, but neither of you seemed to mind. You think that youâd become best friends who were just crazy about each other and that was enough for both of you.Â
Until it wasnât.Â
If you were being fair, you knew that technically you and Steve hadnât officially become exclusive or anything. The two of you probably werenât even dating, even though you spent all your time together. Cuddling and teasing constantly.Â
But you werenât fair. Everyone who spent any amount of time in a public setting knew that you and Steve were, for lack of a better word, an item. If someone saw you at the grocery store or at the post office, or anywhere, it was a safe bet that Steve was two paces behind you if he wasnât already at your hip.Â
This was common knowledge. Or at least you thought it was. So itâs a surprise, a bad one at that, when you come back from your break with a smile on your face that is quickly wiped away when you see some blonde you went to school with hanging over the counter with her tits pushed at Steve, a devious smile on her face as she bats her eyelashes at him.Â
All the blood rushes from your body and youâre not sure you can even keep down the sandwich youâd had for lunch. A sandwich that Steve had made for you, might you add. Thereâs a horrible twist in your belly and youâve never felt such rage as you have looking at the way she toys with the collar of his shirt between her fingers and at the way he gives her a small smile and doesnât pull away.Â
You were jealous. So jealous it took the breath right out of you and made your brain go blank. One minute youâre standing there with your skin hot and heart pounding and the next youâre sliding back into your seat beside Steve with a glare so sharp it could cut glass.Â
âNeed help with anything or are you just gonna keep groping the staff?â If your glare was sharp your words were sharper, serious and stern and directed at the girl who was still touching Steve, your Steve.Â
Both the girl and Steveâs eyes widen at your tone. She finally takes a step back and you feel like you can breathe again. You see the way Steveâs staring at you but you donât look at him, you canât or you might do something crazy like hit this girl, or even worse, cry.Â
Once the initial embarrassment from your words wears off she straightens her back and narrows her eyes in your direction. âI think we had it handled, sweetie. Your coworker here,â You flinch at the way she emphasizes coworker and feel yourself shrink a little, âwas just giving me some movie recommendations. But thanks for the offer.âÂ
âIâll leave you to it then.â The words taste bitter on your tongue and you want to slap the smirk off her face so bad your palm twitches. Steve is quiet beside you and you canât even begin to process how that adds to your fury, to the pain thatâs bubbling up beneath your skin and threatening to spill out.Â
Youâve taken one, maybe two steps away from the counter, ready to go back to the bathroom of shame and cry again over Steve fucking Harrington when a hand on your wrist stops you.Â
The same hand, the one that belongs to the boy youâve become enamored with, tugs you gently back to his side, hand leaving you for just a second so he can wrap his arm around your waist and tug you into his side. Your hips are touching and you feel a wave of relief wash over you, the pain and anger dissolving while his hand grips you tightly against him.Â
A sick satisfaction runs through you as you watch the way her jaw clenches and her eyes dim as his arm curls around you. Coworker my ass. Steve clears his throat beside you, catching yours and her attention, âIâm afraid Iâm all out of recommendations for you, but maybe my coworker here has some for you.â Before she can even think about speaking you cut her off with a faux pout, âI donât think I do, sorry!âÂ
Deciding Steve isnât worth the battle youâre more than willing to start, what an idiot, she turns around and pretends to look through the new releases for all of five seconds before sheâs scurrying out of the store and leaving you both alone again.Â
Steve gives one last squeeze to your hip before he moves to sit back down, the reality of your little outburst smacking you in the face. Well, this is awkward. You sit down on your stool, tapping your hands on the counter while you try and gather the courage to look at him.Â
You hope heâs not upset with you and if he is wellâŚfuck him! Just because you havenât said it out loud doesnât mean heâs not yours. You know for a fact if he caught you flirting with a guy heâd be pissed! All whiny and pouty and pawing at you for attention. So you were justified in being upset, totally and fully justified.Â
Now youâve worked yourself up to tell him off and give him a piece of your mind, and you turn to him to do just that when it all slips away in an instant. Because Steve isnât upset, no, heâs staring at you with wide, bright eyes and a smirk so big and knowing you curse yourself in your head.Â
Oh this is even worse! Now youâve given him a big head, bigger than he already had!Â
âSo that wasâŚinteresting.â You can hear the amusement in his tone and you roll your eyes. You much prefer him all pathetic and whiny over thisâŚcocky Steve. But really you donât mind this either.Â
âShut it, Harrington.â You think if you werenât so obsessed with him youâd have the decency to be even a little embarrassed at how you acted but you arenât! You practically marked your territory in front of her and you canât find it in you to care or regret it.Â
âYou were jealous. Over me! Iâll never shut up about this! Iâm taking a spot in the paper for this, alerting the press as we speak!â His bottom lip between his teeth and he looked giddy like it was Christmas morning and heâd gotten the brand new shiny bicycle heâd spent all year wishing for.Â
You could have denied it, but what was the point in that? Everyone already knew anyway how you felt, you werenât exactly subtle about it. Might as well embrace it at this point.Â
âAnd so what if I was? Figure youâre mine anyways, right?â Your cheeks tint the lightest shade of pink as you watch him take in your words, his eyes a little wide and a small shy smile on his lips.Â
âI am?âÂ
God okay, maybe you hadnât been as obvious as you thought the last months.Â
âWellâŚI thought so. You take up all my time anyways, Harrington, might as well. Plus I like youâwell a lot. Iâm yours too, ya know. If you want I guess, I donât know, I thought this was just unspoken between us and now youâre making me nervous!âÂ
His lips parted in what could either be shock or awe, you werenât sure. He didnât look appalled at the idea so that was a good sign, right?Â
âIâm sorry I justâŚsometimes Iâm not even sure you like me all that much so Iâm just a little shocked but yes! Fuckâyes Iâll be whatever you want.âÂ
Maybe he was a little dumb or maybe you werenât as good at showing your feelings as you thought but either way youâd make sure he felt wanted, needed by you.Â
âSteve, if I didnât like you I promise I would not be spending all my time with you. Iâm mean sometimes because you like it and I like seeing you all messy and cute. Mâkinda obsessed with you, you idiot.â
His grin widened, dimples popping out and your heart sped up at the sight. He was pretty, so pretty and despite how you acted sometimes you felt so lucky that he even wanted to spend any time with you, let alone all of it. Steve Harrington had wiggled his way deep into your heart and your brain and you think your life would be dull without him.Â
âIâd ask you to pinch me but I know youâll make it hurt,â Your hand reached out automatically towards his thigh and he swatted you away with an eye roll, âIâm obsessed with you too, have been for months. Since the first day you started actually. Want you to be my girl, wanna be yours too.âÂ
Leaning forward you pressed a quick peck to the corner of his mouth and you felt his head turn, trying to catch your lips. He wouldnât get off the hook that easily, it took no effort to remember how it felt to see that girl's hands all over him. Even if it wasnât his fault you donât think heâd mind paying for it anyways. Add on the cocky grin he had earlier when he realized you were jealous and all of a sudden you had big plans for Steve Harrington, plans that made your thighs clench and had you pulsing around nothing.Â
You cooed at him, pulling back just in time to see his brows furrowed and a cute little pout working its way on his lips. He had no idea what was coming to him and you couldnât want to see how sorry he would be.Â
âPatience is key, baby.âÂ
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It was a week later when it all clicked for Steve.Â
A week of teasing touches and sneaky glances his way, even when people were looking. Youâd leave a kiss on his cheek or the corner of his mouth or on the side of his neck right right under his ear. He was going crazy, body leaning forward subconsciously anytime you were near him.Â
Youâve barely let him touch you and at first he was worried but youâd whisper in his ear about âpaybackâ for making you jealous and while he was nervous, now he was just excited. And impatient, wanting and begging for you to just do it already. He couldnât take much more teasing, his cock had been aching for what felt like forever and no matter how many times he found himself in bed, stroking himself to the thought of you, it wouldnât ever be enough.Â
He thinks youâve finally decided to put him out of his misery, calling him earlier to ask if you could come over, that you had a special surprise that was just for him. Heâd agreed without hesitation, telling you to come over whenever you wanted and that heâd be waiting for you. His parents werenât around this weekend so he didnât have to worry about them and he was thanking god for that.Â
It had been 4 hours and 37 minutes since you called, not that heâd been counting, when he heard a knock at his door that had him all but jumping over the couch and sprinting for the front door. He practically ripped it open, grinning wide as he took you in with dreamy eyes and his stomach twisted in knots.Â
You were wearing a sundress that reached about mid thigh and he had to hold himself upright with the door at the sight of your bare legs, tan and smooth and fuck he just needed to bite at the skin between your thighs. The dress had little strawberries printed all over and heâd bet money that you tasted just as sweet as the fruit. His mouth watered at the sight of your full lips all glossy with whatever youâd put on them and it took everything in him not to lean forward and suck your bottom lip into his mouth.Â
He didnât realize he had been standing there just staring until you cleared your throat, a knowing smirk on your lips as he shook his head to clear him from the daze youâd put him in. âSâpretty, youâre so pretty.â His voice was quiet and he wasnât sure if he meant for you to hear or if he was just talking to himself.Â
âThank you, handsome. Can I come in or do I need to stand on the porch with you eye-fucking me all night?â He doesnât think heâd ever get used to your crassness, even though he wasnât complaining about it. He loved that you spoke your mind, no matter how dirty, and hoped what one day heâd be comfortable doing that too.Â
âRight, right, yes come in,â Pulling the door open he stepped to the side so you could come in, knees wobbling when he caught a whiff of your perfume as you passed, âAre you hungry? I canâŚorder something. I donât have much to cool but maybe I could run to the store real quick?âÂ
He heard your muffled giggle as you walked through the house in front of him, hips swaying as you walked and he felt his cock twitch in his pants just looking at you.Â
âJust hungry for you, Stevie.âÂ
You were teasing, he knew that, but he wasnât sure you werenât serious by the way you eyed him over your shoulder like he was your prey. And fuck did he want to be. Heâd crawl around on the floor if you asked.Â
By the time he followed your trail and made it through the living room you were at the foot of the stairs, lip between your teeth and hands together behind your back all innocent. You both knew better than to believe that.Â
âCan I see your room?â Fuck this was happening. He nodded at you, grabbing your small hand with his and relishing in the way it felt to hold you. He led you up the stairs and was careful not to go too fast, to seem too eager. He knows youâd tease him for being so excited but based on the look in your eyes he thought that maybe you were pretty excited too.Â
Pushing his door open he watched as you took in his room, eyes light as you scanned over the posters heâd hung haphazardly, some artwork the kids had drawn for him hanging above his desk. His bed was unmade and he cursed himself, as if youâd care.Â
âLooks exactly how I pictured it.âÂ
âYou pictured my room?âÂ
âMaybe.âÂ
He stood still, leaning up against the door heâd closed and locked behind him as you made your way around, lifting up papers and magazines, humming quietly to yourself. You must have been a witch or something the way heâd become so entranced with you, following your every move like he wasnât meant to do anything else.
So when you turn around to face him quickly, heâs startled, eyes shooting up to meet yours like heâd gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner.Â
âAlright then, on the bed.âÂ
The flurry of questions he has does little to deter him as he scrambles past you and pushes on the bed a little too quickly. He falls forward face first and hears you snicker behind him. Heâs not sure where you want him so he hopes heâs right. He scoots back, flush against the wall, the headboard on his left and foot of the bed on his right.Â
âYou want this, Harrington? Iâm not misreading anything, right?âÂ
Heâs shaking his head furiously, eyes wide and mouth closed as he watches for your next move.Â
âOh now you have nothing to say? Months of knowing you and youâre hardly ever quiet. Use your words, big boy.âÂ
âY-yes, I want this. Whatever you want.âÂ
The smile you reward him with makes his chest ache and the blood rush through him so fast he can hear it pounding in his ears. He thinks he wants you looking like that all the time, proud and pleased with him.Â
âGood! Itâs time for payback then.âÂ
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You really really hoped your nerves didnât show on your face as you stood in front of Steve. You donât think heâd notice even if they did, eyes glazed over as he waited for whatever you had planned.Â
Now at this point you were over the whole jealousy thing from last week, really you were! But you played into it a little extra just so you could be mean to him right now. Although with the plans you had, youâd be being mean to him and yourself.Â
Wordlessly you reached down, fingers toying with the hem of your dress and you watched as Steveâs eyes tracked the movement, throat bobbing slightly as you lifted it a few inches before letting it drop back down.Â
This only lasted for a few minutes before youâd had enough, gripping your dress and almost ripping it over your head and letting it drop to your feet. What you hadnât mentioned was that you had nothing underneath it, absolutely nothing.Â
Steve drank you in, slack jawed with his eyes almost bugging out of his head when he moved from your face to your tits, staring at your already hard nipples that you would blame on the coolness in his room. His eyes moved down further and he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made your clit throb under his stare.Â
Was that some drool leaking down to his chin?Â
âTake a picture, it'll last longer.â
âCan I?â You donât think he even realized the words left his mouth and you fought the urge to laugh at how out of it he seemed already.Â
âNot tonight, baby.âÂ
His hands fisted the sheets below him as the pet name slipped past your lips and you smiled sweetly at him. Pointing to the headboard you directed him with a quiet voice, âIâm gonna sit there,â moving your hand to point toward the foot of his bed he followed your finger eagerly, âand youâre gonna sit there, facing me.âÂ
He obeyed instantly, shuffling toward whereâd you directed him while you climbed onto the bed and and situated yourself against his headboard with your legs stretched out in front of you.Â
âCan I have your shirt?â It wasnât anything special, a plain white t-shirt that hugged him beautifully, but you wanted it all the same. To have his smell surrounding you, covering you in him. He peeled it off so he was left in a pair of jeans that stuck to him in all the right places. Unsure of what to do he tossed it to you and you wasted no time in slipping it over your bare frame, pleased that it bunched at your hips just how youâd hoped.
You could see the disappointment in his face at the extra layer youâd added and you itched to lean forward and pinch his flushed cheeks in adoration. He was just so adorable it made you crazy. With everyone else he was strong and stern, the babysitter and protector and king of Hawkins.
But with youâŚwith you he was soft and sweet, pliable in your hands like putty and you ate up every second of it.Â
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Steve thinks he might have gone to heaven, you sitting across from him in nothing but his shirt with your thighs on display.Â
His chest feels hot despite the cool air hitting his skin and he thinks if he doesnât get his hands on you in the next three seconds something horrible might happen. You're giving him that teasing smile that makes his tummy clench and sends excitement zipping down his spine.Â
He still canât believe you like him, that youâre obsessed with him. Itâs like a dream come true and he thinks heâs pinched himself at least 17 times in the last week.Â
Heâs pulled from his thoughts when you call his name softly, head snapping up to meet yours and he feels dizzy all over again from how pretty you look.Â
âYouâre gonna watch me, okay? No touching me or yourself until I say.â Waitâwhat? He gives you a nod and tries not to let his disappointment show in his face, and he knows he fails based on the way you smile and shake your head at him.Â
But any disappointment he had is gone in a flash when you lean back and spread your legs to give him a glimpse at just how much you like him. He might black out, heâs not sure. Youâre glistening for him, a little bit of slick on your thighs and suddenly heâs starved. He audibly groans at the sight of you on display for him.Â
âSheâs prettyâfuck so pretty.â Heâs talking more to himself than you but he sees the way you twitch at him referring to your pussy as âherâ and it makes him smile shyly, still not moving his eyes from where youâre dripping on his bed.Â
He watches closely as your hand trails down, rubbing over your thighs for just a second before youâre taking two fingers and spreading yourself open for him, both of you too impatient to drag this out too long. Before he can stop himself heâs moving forward, going to his knees and crawling across his bed that feels far too big all of a sudden. He doesnât realize heâs moved until your legs are closed and one foot is pressed against his bare chest, stopping him from getting any closer.Â
One hand is holding him up and the other is holding onto your ankle as he pleads with his eyes for you to let him closer, just a taste, he just needs one little taste.Â
âWeâve just started and youâre already breaking the rules?â The faux disappointment in your tone makes him pout, leaning down to press a small kiss against your calf and he hears you chuckle at his attempt at distracting you.Â
âMâsorry, baby, youâre just so pretty, sheâs so pretty. Let me have a taste, please? Iâll be good after that, I swear. Just one taste, honey.âÂ
He watches in anticipation, hope is swelling in his chest as you study him and he can see the contemplation in your eyes as you take him in. Heâs so close he can smell you and it lights his whole body up, cock so hard pressed up against his jeans he could cry.Â
âHmm, no,â He hears the whine he makes but canât be bothered to care, âwhat fun is payback if I give in before Iâve even touched myself! You can be patient, I know you can.â You have much more faith in him than he has in himself, body slumping in defeat before heâs moving back to where you directed him the first time.Â
âCan I at least take these jeans off? It hurts, baby.âÂ
âFine, but the boxers stay on, sneaky.â It takes him no time before heâs peeling his jeans off, sighing in relief when some of the pressure is released and he feels like he can breathe again.Â
Well he can breathe until youâre spreading your legs again, fingers slipping back down to tease at your clit as your eyes stay locked on him. His chest is tightening as he watches you. Watching the way your legs spread wider when you notice him fisting the sheets beside him. Watching the way your head falls back against his headboard when you move down to circle your messy hole, a moan so lewd coming from your mouth he feels a bead of precum drip down his cock.Â
Jesus Christ, he couldnât decide if this was heaven or hell but heâs sure that either way heâd gladly spend an eternity here.Â
Heâs torn between watching your face or watching your fingers in your cunt, eyes flickering between the two every few seconds so he didnât miss something important. He remembers how you compare him to a puppy and heâs sure heâs never looked more like one than he does right now. Heâs practically panting across from you and youâre the treat that would be making his tail wagâif he had one.Â
âFeels so good, Stevie. This is how wet I get just from thinking about you, ya know? Always have me messy and ready for you.âÂ
âPlease let me touch you. Fuckâplease, sweetheart. Need it so bad, need you so bad. Iâll be good, I swear. Never make you jealous again. God I swear Iâll do anything.âÂ
He knew you were getting close, thighs threatening to close on your hand and hips lifting from the bed eagerly. He could see it on your face tooâyou wanted to deny him, to torture him some more but he could see you giving in.Â
âYou beg so pretty, Harrington. Fuck, get over here. Now.âÂ
He didn't need to be told twice, launching himself across the bed and fitting himself between your thighs that had opened a little to accommodate his wide frame. He waited expectantly, and you smiled down at him fondly.Â
âYou know, you really look like aââ
âA puppy, I know. So can I have my treat then?âÂ
Nodding at him you swiped your fingers through your folds and held your hand out to him, fingers shiny with you and he opened his mouth quickly. His head moved forward and he took your fingers in his mouth, lapping his tongue around them greedily, determined not to waste a single drop. He hummed around them, eyes closed so he didn't see the way you were staring at him like heâd hung the moon.Â
âSâgood then?â You sounded breathless above him and he could only nod, not wanting to drop your fingers from his mouth just yet. God, you tasted good. Heâd compare you to a nice summer treat but the truth is youâd be perfect for any season, any day. Fuck heâd stay buried between your thighs 24/7 if youâd let him.Â
He finally pulled off just enough so that he could speak, âbetter than a blow pop.â The laugh that pulled from you made his heart warm. It was loud and genuine, shoulders shaking slightly as you grinned at him, teeth on display and everything.Â
It was quiet for a few minutes, you pressing your fingers down on his tongue and even though heâd cleaned them up, the taste of you lingered and he would gladly sit here with your fingers in his mouth for hours.Â
But you had other plans.Â
âNeed your fingers, Stevie. Theyâre bigger than mine and Iâm already close from watching you lap at my fingers like a little greedy puppy.â His eyes fell from yours, cheeks red and ears burning as you teased him.Â
âCan I use my mouth?âÂ
âMhm, not today. I already gave in way too quick, you were just too cute to say no to.â He wants to pout, to protest and beg but he thinks just watching you fall apart on his fingers will be more than enough for him.Â
You part your legs further as he slips down to rest his cheek against your inner thigh. His hair tickles the soft, sensitive skin there and you giggle. He moves just enough to press a quick, open mouthed kiss and dreams about the marks he hopes youâll let him leave there one day.Â
With a nod from you he moves his eyes to your cunt, swollen and dripping, and runs his fingers over your clit just to feel your thigh twitch against his cheek. He wraps the hand heâs not using around your thigh, clutching it to him tightly as he eases two of his fingers into you. They slip in easily with no resistance and the feeling of your warm, hot walls snug on his fingers makes him grind his hips down into his bed.Â
âShitâshe feels good, hugging my fingers so tight.â Your hips buck up against his hand, urging him in deeper and he smiles against your leg. A groan slips out of him when your hand slips down to rub slow, loose circles on your clit, head rolling back so that all you can see is his eyes peeking up at you.Â
He doesnât think heâs ever seen something so hot in his entire life. He can see the little beads of sweat rolling down your forehead and how youâre panting and whining above him, especially when he curls his fingers upward and finds that spongy spot that has your mouth dropping open and eyes squeezing shut.Â
âThere it is, yeah? Thatâs the spot?â Youâre nodding quickly, fingers that were circling your clit are now sliding into his hair and gripping it tightly. The burn of it makes him moan against your thigh, the sting of your grip making his eyes roll back into his head almost.Â
âD-donât you dare stop, Harrington. Mâclose, so so close.â He doesnât think there is anything that could get him to stop. Not when youâre dripping down his hand and your thighs are shaking like they are.Â
The final straw is when he moves his mouth down a couple of inches, teeth scraping against the skin where your thighs almost touch and he bites down, hard enough to leave a mark. He hears the thud of your head knocking against his headboard and the curse that flies out of your mouth as you clench down on him so hard you almost push his fingers out. He works you through it, licking over the mark he just left to soothe the sting and slowing down his fingers once you start to twitch and whine from the feeling.Â
Itâs not until you're pushing his hand away and letting your legs slump that he takes a peek at you, a lazy smile on your face and hair sticking to your forehead where youâd been sweating. He knows thereâs a widening grin on his face as he looks up at you, placing one last kiss before heâs sitting himself up so his legs are under yours and his hands are resting on the tops of your thighs.Â
âIf thatâs what you call payback then remind me to piss you off more often!âÂ
You roll your eyes, letting your body fall back against his headboard, âDonât get smart with me now, Harrington. Not when Iâm about to make you cum. I would hate to change my mind.âÂ
His ears perk up and honestly he hadnât even thought about himself since heâd gotten between your thighs, content with watching you squirm and moan around his fingers. But he wasnât gonna turn you down, hell no! Just the thought of you anywhere near his cock had him twitching in his boxers.Â
He closed his mouth, fingers coming up to mimic zipping a zipper of his lips and tossing the non existent key far behind him. You smirked at him, hand coming close to pat his cheek, almost like youâd pet his head.Â
âGood boy, now turn around and take those boxers off, please.âÂ
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Holy shit. You didnât think you'd ever cum so hard in your life. You swear you might have actually seen stars for a minute there when he curled his fingers just right. And when he bit you? How the hell did he know you had a thing for biting.Â
Keeping him at arm's length had been the hardest thing youâd ever had to do, especially when he was looking at you like you were a five course meal in front of him. Heâd practically been salivating at the sight of you and it took everything in you not to give into him immediately.Â
But now that youâd cum, all you could think about was him. About finally getting your hand on his cock and listening to the way heâd gasp and whine with your hand around him. Just the thought was enough to send another wave of arousal and need over you, your toes curling and fingers digging into his bed.Â
He still hadnât moved in front of you and you cocked your head at him, trying to figure out why he suddenly had that sad pout on his lips. âWhatâs the matter?â
His cheeks were red and he looked almost embarrassed as he tried to avoid eye contact with you and you worried youâd done something to upset him. Maybe this wasnât as good for him, maybe he didnât like you teasing him?Â
âSâjustâŚyou havenât kissed me and I justâI wanna kiss you so bad but I didnât know if there was a reason you hadnât or maybe you just didnât want to orââ
You cut him off, gripping his shoulders and pushing your lips against his that were swollen and slick with spit. He moaned against you, sighing and relaxing in your hold. Fuckâhow had you not kissed him yet?Â
His tongue swiped against your bottom lip and you heard the little whine he let out when you didnât let him in, laughing against his lips. He took the opportunity to move closer, hands moving to fist at your hair and you felt lightheaded from how good he felt, how sweet he tasted.Â
When you needed to breathe you regretfully pulled back, foreheads touching and noses bumping into one another as you both took big, greedy gulps of air. His eyes almost sparkled as he looked at you, a shy smirk on both your mouths.Â
âBetter?â
âPerfect.â It was hard to ignore the way your heart thumped against your rib cage like it was trying to fight its way out. He was perfect. Everything about him and the way he carried himself drew you to him like a moth to a flame. Your mind was consumed with all things Steve.Â
And while you wanted to be mushy and sweet with him, one glance down between you had your mouth watering and fingers twitching at your sides. There was a dark wet patch on his blue boxers and the outline of his cock was prominent. You think you know why he was so cocky in high school now, he definitely had the goods to back it up.Â
âKiss me whenever you want but if you donât get your boxers off in the next 5 seconds I might do something crazy.âÂ
Your words snapped him out of his post kiss haze and you laughed softly as he scrambled off the bed to pull his boxers down his legs and practically kick them across the room. You gulped at the sight of him, of his pretty and thick cock already leaking and shiny for you. You motioned him forward, eyes kind and soft as you spread your legs for him.Â
He smiled when you patted the space in front of you and he crawled back between your legs and shuffled so that he was sitting in front of you, his back pressed to your front, the material of his shirt clinging to his sweaty back. Your thighs stretched around his hips but you loved the slight burn it brought you. You laid back and brought him with you so that he was slumped against your chest, your feet hooked over his calves.Â
His hands were on either one of your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there while his arms were loose at his sides. You took the opportunity to slip your hands under his arms, hands reaching up to run over his chest, tweaking one of his nipples on your way and watching the way his cock twitched where it was resting against his lower belly.Â
Steve looked like a dream, head thrown back on your shoulder, thigh thighs spread open with his pretty cock on display for you. As your hands made their way to his tummy you scratched softly, fingers sliding through the trail that started under his belly button and went down. He must have felt sensitive there because he turned his head to the side, mouth pressed against your neck as he cursed.Â
âSâgood, so good. Fuck, I swear anything you do feels fuckinâ perfect.â You pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder at his words, feeling the high of them as he spoke.Â
Holding your hand out in front of him, palm up toward his face he hummed against you, not sure what you were wanting him to do, but willing to do just about anything if it meant your hand would be on his cock.Â
âSpit.âÂ
All that was heard in the room was his quick intake of air, eyes fluttering as he leaned toward your hand. He looked back at you once, to double check that this was real or for confirmation that you really wanted him to spit in your hand, youâre not sure. But you nodded, throat bobbing as he turned back and spit, watching in awe.Â
âGood boy.âÂ
Any strength he had left was gone at your words, head falling back to its place on your shoulder as you moved your hand down, taking hold of his cock and hearing him hiss at the contact.Â
You think this might be the best thing thatâs ever happened to you.Â
His cock was hot and smooth under your touch, a mix of his spit and precum making it easy to glide your hand over his shaft, letting your thumb catch on the tip and relishing in the way he gasped in your ear.Â
âSuch a pretty cock for a pretty boy, hmm?â The feeling of his fingers digging into your thighs only spurred you on, hand tight around him as you stroked him quickly, loving the way his tummy would clench and heâd gasp at how slick he was, how good it felt.Â
Youâd never seen him so needy, so pathetic as he was right now, little whines and pleas against the shell of your ear as you gripped him. He was heavy in your hand and you wondered how heâd feel on your tongue, how heâd taste when he thrusted into your mouth. Youâd add that to the list of things you needed to do immediately.Â
âMâsorry, sorry fuckâyouâre gonna make me cum, mâgonna cumâoh shit.â He was throbbing hard against your palm, breathing even harder against your neck and you cooed at him when his hips started thrusting up in time with your strokes.Â
âWithout asking? I donât think so, Stevie. You havenât even said please!â Your hand slowed and he moved so his hand was wrapped over yours, trying to get you to go faster but you swatted him away, scolding him with a pinch to his hip.Â
Taking one look at his face that was still buried in your throat, you could tell he was out of it, so fucked out you werenât sure he could even form words, let alone beg. But that didnât stop you from egging him on, slowing down until he was so worked up he was on the verge of tears.Â
âOh fuckâpleaseâŚbaby, honey, please let me cum? Iâve been so good I just..shit I need it. You feel so good, perfect girl. O-oh my god, please. Please please please.âÂ
He was mumbling, a mix of curses and pleas as he left sloppy, open mouthed kisses against your throat. You think youâd give him anything he wanted right now with how pretty he sounded, all pathetic and fucked out for you.Â
âGo ahead, pretty boy. Cum on my hand, yeah? Make a mess of us.â Your hand sped up on his cock, feeling yourself leak into his bed as he twitched against your fingers. You kept going, kept talking as his hips got sloppy and cock was red and begging for release.Â
âDonât know how youâll ever fit inside me, Stevie. Gonna have to prep me for days I think.âÂ
âNext time youâll have to use my mouth, yeah? I hate letting your cum go to waste.âÂ
âYâlook so pretty like this. My sweet boy thrusting up into my hand, gonna think about this for days.â
He thrusted up one final time, hips stilling and body going tight as his orgasm took over. His cum coated your fist that was still wrapped around him, reaching his belly and even spilling down onto his thighs. He couldnât even see the way you pouted at how much had been wasted, cursing yourself for not letting him use your mouth.Â
Slumped completely against your chest he mumbled something about his legs feeling like jelly and you giggled, cheek resting against his forehead.Â
âSoooo, good then?âÂ
It took all the energy he could muster to squeeze your thigh, head moving to the side a fraction so he could look at you, smiling so big his cheeks had to hurt. âAre you fuckinâ kidding? I think I just saw god for a second.âÂ
Rolling your eyes and shoving at his shoulders, butterflies danced in your stomach at how pretty he looked. His skin was flushed and glowing, hair a mess where youâd both pulled at it, lips swollen and red from biting and kissing and holding them between his teeth. He looked phenomenal.Â
As much as youâd love to stay here wrapped up in him for the rest of your life, your thighs had gone numb from being stretched around his hips and your back ached from sitting back against his headboard for so long.Â
Out of the corner of your eye you could see him nodding off on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut and little puffs of air hitting your skin. You tapped his cheeks with your clean hand, âCâmon, Stevie. Gotta clean us up and then we can go straight to bed.âÂ
He groaned in protest but leaned up enough so that you could slip from behind him, legs tingling when you stood on them, hobbling to the bathroom on shaky legs and flipping Steve off when you heard him chuckle from behind you.Â
âOh fuck off, Harrington.âÂ
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When Steve wakes up the next morning itâs slow and sweet, eyes blinking open and a small smile on his lips when he feels you pressed into his side.Â
He looks down and tries not to laugh at your mouth hanging open, a little bit of drool on his chest from where your cheek is squished against his skin. Your hair is sticking up in every direction and he can feel your breath on him. It makes his heart grow in his chest, an overwhelming sense of joy and contentment washing over him as he stares down at you. He could get used to this, you attached to his hip and waking up to you in his bed.Â
Thinking back to when you barely gave him the time of day, he smiles at your relationship now. How youâre just as needy as him, tugging on his belt loop to pull him to you if heâs not close enough for your liking, pulling his hand to your thigh in his car if he doesnât do it first. Heâs seen you use your foot to pull his chair closer to yours at work countless times, a little smile on his mouth every time.Â
Thereâs a part of him that doesnât know how he got so lucky. He feels that way all the time but especially when you laugh louder than you mean to, hand coming up to cover your mouth with a bashful smile. He feels it when you're humming along to a song youâd heard on the radio, head moving side to side and hips swaying to the beat in your head. He feels it when you randomly bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm and to his fingertips.Â
He feels it all the time, really.Â
And he loves when you're mean to him, when you tease him about staring at you too long or for getting all bashful when you do something normal like tuck your hair behind your ear or scrunch your nose. He loves that you turn him into mush.Â
âStop staring, you creep.â Heâd been so lost in his thoughts he didnât notice your eyes opening or howâd you had scooted closer to him, one leg coming up to tangle with his, wrapped together tightly.Â
âThatâs rich coming from you considering Iâm gonna have to clean your drool off me.â You gasped, sitting up straight and smacking at this chest, appalled at the notion that you would everâcould everâdrool on him in your sleep.Â
âKeep it up, Steve. Remember what happened the last time you pissed me off?â
As if heâd ever forget. Unfortunately for you, the idea of repeating last night, or anything like it, was hardly going to deter him from pressing your buttons in the way that only he knew how to do. Reaching out he tugged you back down to him, tucking you back into his side and pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.Â
âDonât tempt me with a good time.âÂ
#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x reader#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington oneshot#stranger things smut
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Rereading Dickens Christmas Carol for the first time in a long time. And the more I reread, the more it strikes me how seamlessly a queer reading could slip within these pages. Not an especially twee reading, wherein all Scrooge's troubles start and end with grief over Jacob Marley's death. For we know that Scrooge was a "Tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner!" And we know that he and Marley were "two kindred spirits"
And perhaps that very fact makes the similarities to queer life, unintended as they most likely were by Mr. Dickens, achingly poignant to me. Scrooge is, we're told, "secret and self-contained and solitary as an oyster." How much that resonates, for so many of us who shield our innermost selves but from a select group of friends. And we know that Scrooge and Marley were, at the very least, certainly that for one another. Scrooge is Marley's sole mourner; his sole executor and beneficiary; and even Dickens notes, "friend." How reminiscent is that of queer couples across history, estranged from their families?
Scrooge lives in a set of chambers that once belonged to Marleyâclearly Dickens wanted us to believe Scrooge gave up his own dwellings after Marley's death to economize. But with only a flicker of change, those chambers become _their chambers, rented by Marley as the senior member of the couple. The place is so desolate Dickens notes "one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and have forgotten the way out again." The perfect abode for two queer misers who wanted no one prying into their business.
Marley's name is still above the door of Scrooge's counting-house: a mark by which, no doubt, Dickens meant to convey Scrooge such a penny-pincher he couldn't bother to have it changed. But a thing can be both! mark of frugality to ludicrous excess and! mark of mourning. "sometimes," Dickens opines, "People new to the
business called Scrooge Scrooge, and sometimes Marley, but he answered to both names. It was all the same to him."
This is why "death of the author" matters so much, in expanding our interpretations of texts. It is vastly far from the lens Dickens would have intended. But, the idea of a ghost of queerness, so taboo in the society it could barely be glanced at sidewise in this tale that is all about the inexplicable and yet that lingers over everything becomes an astonishing lens through which to read this book. Thinking of Scrooge as a queer man, his "melancholy dinner at his usual melancholy tavern" becomes a eerie prefiguring of the hollowness of days spent by Isherwood's A Single Man. In this universe, little wonder Scrooge doubly hates mention of time with family, marriage, etc. when the precise nature of his grief is both unacknowledged and unacknowledgable.
And readings like this are vital, because the uncomfortable truth is, discrimination doesn't "discriminate between sinners and saints", to borrow a Miranda phrase. It is easy, in my liberal circles, to fight for queer people who hold "the good sorts of politics". But what about men like Michael Hess, culpable for supporting Reagan even as his contemptuous homophobia let the aids epidemic run rampant? How much harder is it to remember Michael had a partner? That he deserves empathy and compassion for being practically tarred and feathered out of the party upon his own aids diagnosis?
Expanding our imaginative universes to include queerness, not as redemptive panacea, but merely as one aspect of identity, personality, often in vicious conflict with others. Even! as we consider those stories equally worthy of being told feels vital if we're ever to truly express the complexity of what queer humanity looks like.
#forgive my less than articulate maundering#am currently listening to a truly splendid full-cast adaptation of said#Christmas Carol#and wanted to jot these things down before I forgot them in the flow of the work.#Scrooge as both! cruel bastard bitching about half a crown he'll pay Bob even though he won't be in the office on Christmas#fuming about his pockets being picked as he scathingly condemns the poor for not throwing themselves#into the oh! so! generous work-houses. And _also! deeply bereaved husband just makes him so! much more _alive and fascinating to me#if anyone knows of good Marley/Scrooge longfic where not an inch! of their dastardliness is sanded off I'd _kill for it#Jacob Marley#Ebenezer Scrooge#Ebenezer Scrooge/Jacob Marley#queer stuff#history#book babbling#lit geekery
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do you wanna come over? - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x female! reader
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Summary:
Youâre one of the most beautiful and popular girls in Hawkins, and youâve set your sights on the Freak, Eddie Munson. Little do you know, heâs a virgin - and also pretty in love with you.
Warnings:
Smut (18+), protected p in v, unprotected p in v, oral (m and f receiving), cum eating sort of, restraints, virgin!eddie, perv!eddie, drug use, getting walked in on
Word Count: 9.7k
A/N:
This is set up for a part 2, so let me know if youâd like to see that soon! Thank you @punkrockmlchael for my banner and for reading, and thank you @the-witty-pen-name , @fizzing-imagines , @losingmygrasponreality, @lesservillain!
Eddie Munson was your weed dealer and nothing more.
Well, occasionally shrooms. Or Special K. Basically, he was your dealer with no strings attached.
You werenât even sure if you liked the guy. You didnât know him. He was veryâŚvocal from what you saw of him in the cafeteria, but he always came along with his small group of nerdy friends. You never saw him with a girl. Not once.
There was no way Eddie Munson was a virgin, right? The dude had done his senior year 3 times now, he was like 20 years old. You figured the girls at school probably just werenât his taste anymore.
Why Eddie was on your mind so much lately was honestly beyond you. You had never thought of him much before, unless you needed some drugs for the weekend. But now it was like he was always on your mind. You even brought it up to your best friend, Chrissy, after practice.
âThereâs just no way heâs a virgin, right?â You asked her as you moved into a split, feeling the muscles in your thighs stretching.
Chrissy giggled as she did the same. âWhy are you so interested in Eddie Munsonâs sex life all of a sudden?â
âIâm not,â you said quickly. âIt justâŚdoesnât make sense. Have you ever seen him with a girl?â
âOf course not,â Chrissy said. âBut who knows what he gets up to outside of school.â
Her words stuck with you. Because you wanted to know what Eddie got up to outside of school.
You found yourself fantasizing about it, dreaming about it. When Eddie first started making his appearances in your dreams, it shocked you. You had never been attracted to him until that night. You dreamt of him shirtless, tattoos exposed on his lithe body. He rolled a joint with his dexterous fingers and lit it, taking a long drag before handing it to you.
âYour turn, princess,â heâd said in a lower, much more suave voice than youâd ever actually heard from him. You grabbed for the joint but he held it out of your reach, bringing it back to his own lips and breathing deeply before leaning in and breathing the smoke out into your mouth. You had moaned against his lips, feeling his smirk against your own mouth.
He looked like a sex god. Sometimes he would grab his guitar and play you a song. Sometimes he would undress you and eat your pussy all night, other times he would make you worship his cock until he was satisfied and cumming all over your face. You especially liked it when he held you down and fucked you like your body begged to be fucked.
Then youâd wake up in a cold sweat, clit throbbing between your legs in a way that had you desperate to go back to sleep and let him finish you off. Youâd have to face him at school again, just the usual nerdy guy you remembered.
You figured you had to make a move.
You approached him during lunch, short little green and yellow cheer skirt swaying as you crossed the room towards him. You caught his attention about halfway across the room and he did a double take, wide eyes landing on you as his friends turned to see what had distracted him.
âHey, Eddie,â you greeted, a small smile on your lips.
âUh, h-hey,â he said, smoothing a hand through his wild hair. It didnât do much to tame the curls. âWhatâs up?â
âI was hoping maybe we could meet up after school?â You asked, your voice obviously flirtatious. One of his friends - Gareth? - raised his eyebrows at him, looking between the two of you with a barely contained smirk.
âOh! Yeah, for sure,â he said. âThe usual? In the woods behind the school?â
âSounds good,â you agreed. âSee you laterâŚEddie.â
You made a point to sway your hips as you walked away, and you could feel Eddieâs and his friendsâ eyes on you. Your ass, specifically. You knew what you had been blessed with, and you werenât afraid to use it.
That day after school, you snuck off and headed down the familiar path through the wooded area. The leaves crunched beneath your white sneakers as you walked, the October chill making you pull your sweater tighter around your body. No one was at the meetup spot when you arrived, so you sat on top of the table, legs crossed as you waited.
It wasnât long before the crunching of leaves gave away another presence. Eddie approached the table, eyes locked on your form. God, those legs in that little skirt. He thought about what it might be like to spread them, to breathe in your scent and bury his face between your thighs. He had frequent fantasies of stealing a pair of your panties during practice and bringing them home, bringing them up to his face and breathing deeply, wrapping them around his cock as he fisted it, spilling his cum all over the pretty material. He had no idea what your panties actually looked like, but surely they were as perfect as you.
He carried his metal lunchbox, stocked with weed. His gait was slow as he got closer to you, taking his sweet time to drink in your appearance until heâd had his fill. When he reached the table, he sat the lunch pail down on the wood with a bang.
âWhat can I get you today, mâlady?â He asked, a playful smile on his face as he performed an exaggerated bow. âA half for 20, perhaps?â
âIâll take a half,â you said. âAnd..do you have any more of that Special K?
Eddie slowly looked up at you with a mischievous grin. âYeah, back at the house. Iâll have to get it. I could bring it tomorrow.â
You shifted from your position, crossing the other leg, and Eddie just about combusted on the spot as he caught the slightest glimpse of your panties. Pink and lacy, exactly what he pictured youâd wear. It completely threw him off.
âHello? Eddie?â
Your voice snapped Eddie back to reality. âShit, sorry. What?â
âI said you could bring it tomorrow.â You smiled. âOr I could ride with you to get it then. I just canât tonight because of practiceâŚâ
Eddie swallowed. You really wanted to ride with him back to his place? Alone? âUh, okay, sure.â
You debated making your next move, wondering if it would be too far, but you went for it anyway. âSo, EddieâŚI was just wondering. Do you ever take any payment thatâs notâŚmoney?â
Eddie furrowed his brows. âLike what? Sometimes my car guy does work for me in exchange for weed, butâŚâ The look on your face told him thatâs not what youâd been talking about. âOh, jesus, no. You donât have to do that. If you need me to spot you, I can-â
âBut what if I want to?â
Eddie just stared at you. âYou want toâŚ?â
âOh my god, Eddie.â You spread your legs, reaching for his waist and pulling him into you. Your hand dragged across his cock over his jeans, feeling him already hard and even bigger than youâd imagined. âWhy donât you just let me make you feel good?â
Eddieâs knees felt weak, his heart thundering in his chest as you pulled him close to you. This couldnât be real, he had to be dreaming. In fact, he was pretty sure heâd had this exact dream before. His hands rested on your thighs to hold himself upright - god, your soft, bare thighs⌠He started to speak, stopping to clear his throat. âYou really donât have to do this-â
You squeezed his cock through the material, making him moan out loudly. âDoes this show you how badly I want to do this?â
His voice cracked when he spoke. âI- yeah, I think I get the idea.â He looked around, like he was expecting someone to jump out from behind a tree and literally catch him with his pants down. âYouâre- youâre fucking with me, right? This is all just a big joke?â
âEddie, I would never do that,â you said earnestly. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at him. âHave you really never done this before?â
âI-â Eddie backed up, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. âNo, I havenât, okay? Iâm not like that.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with-â
âNo, I know,â he said quickly. âI justâŚI havenât.â
âWhy not?â you asked again. âAre you into girls? Because itâs okay if youâre not-â
âYes, Iâm into girls!â Eddie rubbed a hand over his face, like he was frustrated. âI havenâtâŚdone things like that before.â
âYou havenât done things like this, or you havenât done things at all?â
Eddie was quiet. Then, finally- âAt all.â
You reached for him, your hand grazing his. He startled at the touch, the electricity that shot through his body at the smallest feeling. âI donât care if youâre a virgin, Eddie. I just want to make you feel good.â
He looked back at you, letting you pull him close again. âWhy?â
âIâve beenâŚthinking about you,â you admitted.
âThinking about me?â
âStop being so coy,â you teased him. âDo you not know how hot you are?â
Eddie shook his head. âNo one thinks that.â
âI do.â You said it easily, quickly. âIâve been thinking about you nonstop. Thinking about all the things I want to do to youâŚall the things I want you to do to meâŚâ
âYeah?â He said, his voice low and breathless. âLike what?â
âJust thinkinâ about you, and what those long fingers can do,â you said, fingers trailing along his own. âAbout your mouth, your tongue.â You ran your hands down his chest. âAbout how big your cock is, how youâd use itâŚâ
Eddieâs breath hitched in his throat. He could barely breathe when you talked like that. âYouâŚyou think those things about me?â
âOf course I do.â You brought his fingers up to your lips, gently pressing them there as you smirked up at him. Your tongue darted out and licked his fingertips and he groaned just under his breath. âI think about you all the time.â
âWhy have you never, uh,â he cleared his throat again. âNever said anything before?â
You shrugged, continuing to tease the older boy. âGuess I just got the nerve up.â
Eddie scoffed. âYouâre like the hottest girl in school. Why would you ever be afraid to ask someone out? Especially me?â
âYou think Iâm the hottest girl in school?â You smirked, placing his finger in your mouth and sucking on it. His knees buckled, his cock impossibly hard in his jeans at this point.
Your hands roamed down his chest until you reached his belt buckle. You looked up at him for permission, his heavy lidded gaze glued to yours. He nodded once, and you undid the belt, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down painstakingly slowly.
Eddie whimpered as you freed his cock, the massive, thick length catching you by surprise. Eddie reached for the table to hold himself up as you wrapped your fist around it, slowly stroking him.
âH-oh,â he breathed out, hips jerking forward into your touch. His tip leaked precum already, the head a deep red and cock achingly hard. He twitched in your hold, telling you he wanted, needed more.
âWhy donât you lean against the table?â You offered, sliding off and leaving the room for him to sit.
âYeah, yeah okay,â he said, moving to take your spot. He leaned against the wood, his long legs stretching to the ground. You sunk to your knees in the dirt in front of him, stroking him as you stuck your tongue out to lick his tip. He groaned again, knuckles turning white where they gripped the edge of the table.
You wrapped your plush lips around his cock and began taking him deeper down your throat. He cried out at the feeling, one of his hands moving to hold onto the back of your head.
âOh, shit,â he moaned, head tilting back but not wanting to miss any part of what you were doing. âFuck. Yeah, thatâsâŚthat feels niceâŚâ
You swirled your tongue around the vein on the underside of his cock, paying extra attention to the head when youâd come up. He was a moaning, writhing mess above you as he thrusted his hips into your mouth, and you were pretty sure they would hear him up at the school if he kept this up.
âOh fuck, oh fuck,â he whined, his chest heaving. âShit, thatâs so good.â
You brought a hand up to stroke the seam of his balls, and his stomach muscles clenched, his cock twitching in your mouth. You massaged them in your hand, and Eddie fell apart above you, his eyes rolling back in his head.
âOh fuck, Iâm gonna- gonna c-um, shit shit shit-â
That was all the warning you got before Eddie was shooting ropes of his cum into your mouth, down your throat, as he moaned loudly. It surprised you a little and you gagged at first, but swallowed every drop he gave you. You pulled off of him with a pop and he watched the spit trail connecting your lips to his cock.
âJesus Christ,â he breathed when you stood, dirt tracks on your neat white cheerleading socks and your bare knees. He awkwardly tucked himself back away as you brushed the dirt off your skin. âUmâŚthank you?â
You giggled. âNo problemâŚDid you like it?â
âDid I-â he huffed a laugh. âI mean, you made my dreams come true, baby. That was pretty fuckinâ awesome.â
âYeah? Your dreams came true?â You teased as you leaned forward, rubbing his thighs over his jeans. His eyes shamelessly lingered on your body.
âFuck yeah,â he breathed.
âI liked it, too,â you hummed. âMade me sooo wet.â
Eddieâs eyes went wide. âJust from sucking me off?â
âYeah,â you giggled. âIt was hot.â
âI donât believe you.â
âWhat, wanna see?â Eddie just watched you so you stood, turning around and bending over while lifting your tiny skirt over your ass. The small wet spot on your panties was visible from behind you, confirmed by the low groan Eddie let out.
âChrist,â he muttered.
âI feel bad I didnât get to make you feel good,â Eddie said when you stood and returned to the table, sliding onto it next to him.
âNext time,â you promised him.
âThereâs gonna be a next time?â He raised his eyebrows, like he expected this to be a one and done thing between you.
âWell, yeah,â you gently nudged his shoulder. âI donât really just suck dick in the forest and move on with my life.â
Eddie laughed lightly. âThatâs good for me then, I guess.â He snapped his fingers as a memory came back to him. âOh! Youâre coming to my place tomorrow? For the K?â
âYeah,â you confirmed. âWhy, you got something planned?â
He smirked but just shrugged. âNah. Nothing planned.â
âIâll take the half, though.â
âOh, yeah.â He reached into his pail and pulled the baggie out. âIâd feel bad charging you for this now, but I also feel bad not charging you for it.â
You laughed - âI mean, I wonât complain if you donât want to charge me this time.â
âThen itâs on the house,â he smiled at you. âThanks again, by the way.â
âYou donât have to thank me,â you chuckled. âI wanted to. Believe me.â You stood from the table, shoving the baggie of weed into your bag. âIâve got to get goingâŚpractice.â
âOh, yeah.â Eddie seemed bummed to see you go, like he wanted to ask you to stay longer or tag along to watch you at practice. âYou got extra, uhâŚsocks?â
You looked down, sheepish grin on your face at the sight of the dirt. âYeah. I do.â You turned as you began walking back to the school. âIâll see you tomorrow, Ed!â
âBye!â He called after you, feeling like a total idiot.
Back in the school, you shed your bag in your practice locker and changed into a clean pair of cheer socks. By the time you joined Chrissy in the gym, she was giving you a knowing smirk.
âAnd where were you?â She asked innocently. She definitely clocked the remaining dirt on your knees.
âJustâŚdoing some shopping.â
âWith Eddie?â
You blushed. âMaybe.â
âOh my god,â she giggled. ââŚWas he a virgin?â
You gave her a look. âNot for long.â
Chrissy practically squealed with laughter, falling over backwards. As the coach came over and started practice, you focused, getting your mind centered on practice and not a certain big-dicked virgin metalhead. But as you performed your tricks, tumbling down the mat and flying as your teammates tossed you into the air, your mind was locked on big brown eyes only.
The next day, you had plans to meet Eddie after practice and go to his place. You headed into the gym in your uniform with your bag over your shoulder, ready to focus on your stunts, but you nearly tripped over your own feet when you saw Eddie sitting in the bleachers.
No one watched cheerleading practice besides a couple of the girlsâ boyfriends, so it was a shock to see him there. And you knew he was there for you. He gave you a small wave as your eyes met his, and you couldnât help laughing.
You went on with practice, performing your back handsprings and tosses as a flyer. Eddie watched the entire time, his attention fully on you. His eyes followed you everywhere you went, amazed by the stunts you were able to pull off. Every now and then he caught the slightest glimpse of your panties beneath your skirt, and that was enough for him.
After practice, you lingered until all your teammates were gone. Eddie watched you curiously, wondering what you were up to. Finally when the last of your cheer teammates had left, you nodded towards the locker room, and Eddieâs eyes widened, but he jumped up to follow you anyway.
Eddie trailed after you into the locker room, watching the sway of your hips and ass as you walked. It was deserted, all of your fellow cheerleaders having already showered and left. You stripped out of your uniform right in front of Eddie, pulling your top off and leaving yourself bare chested. Eddieâs eyes practically bugged out of his head, your bare tits on full display for his eyes. You took off your skirt and panties next, throwing them on the bench.
âLet me go take a shower, then we can go.â
Eddie watched as you turned and left towards the shower. His gaze dropped to the pile of clothes on the bench - particularly the pink panties beneath your skirt. He thought about it - really thought about it, because heâs not that much of a creep - but he snatched them, stuffing them into his jeans pocket.
A few minutes later you came back wrapped in a towel with one wrapped around your hair as well. He watched you, amazed, as you grabbed some clean clothes from your locker. You dropped the towel right in front of him and his eyes took in every inch of your body as you pulled on your underwear then a pair of jeans and a shirt.
âReady to go?â You asked. Eddie had to shake himself out of his lustful stupor to answer your question.
âYeah, letâs go.â
You followed him out to the parking lot, duffel bag over your shoulder. He led you to his van, opening the passenger door with a bow. âLadies first.â
You climbed in with a giggle, buckling your seatbelt as Eddie shut the door for you. He climbed into the driverâs seat and started the van. You watched out the window and listened to Eddieâs heavy music as he drove to his trailer in Forest Hills.
âWelcome to my castle,â he said as he opened the front door of the trailer for you. You gave him a smile as you walked in, seeing the living room decorated with baseball caps, the kitchen littered with trash and dirty dishes. âSorry, the maid took the week off,â Eddie said as he quickly cleaned up as much as he could. You didnât mind.
âYou can come back, if you want,â he said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the bedroom at the end of the hall. âItâs a mess, butâŚâ
âItâs okay, I donât mind,â you assured him.
You followed him into his room, taking a seat on his bed. He went searching through his stuff, finally surfacing with a baggie of powder clutched between his fingers. âSpecial K. Peaceful bliss, just moments away.â
You took it from him, passing him the money. You opened the baggie and collected some on your finger, bringing it to your nose to snort the powder. You held some out to Eddie, who snorted it off your finger as well.
A comfortable peace washed over your body quickly. You were feeling good as you laid back on the bed, the euphoria washing over you. Eddie laid on the bed next to you.
âThis is some good shit,â you laughed. Eddie laughed, too, turning to you.
âYouâre so hot, you know that?â He said, voice lowering as he looked over your body in his bed. âYou are so fucking hot.â
You giggled. âYouâre hot, too.â
âThatâs not true,â he said, suddenly shy. âNo one thinks that.â
âI do,â you said, your hand resting on the side of his face. âI think youâre so hot. And kind, and handsome, and funny and interesting.â
Eddie leaned closer to you. âYeah?â
âYeah,â you agreed, and he was so close now his nose was brushing yours.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he told you as his lips moved closer and closer to yours. âMy little slut. You liked sucking my cock out in the woods behind the school, didnât you?â
âMmhmm,â you hummed against him, his lips now grazing yours, pressing together in a needy kiss. âLoved sucking your cock. So fucking big, so sexy.â
Eddie moaned as he kissed you, his hand roaming your body, up your shirt and over your breasts. âCan I taste you, princess?â
âHmm?â You hummed the question, mind hazy from his kisses.
âCan I taste you?â He asked again, lips moving down to nip at your neck. âWanna taste that pussy, princess. I know itâs so good, so fucking sweet and wet. Please let me have a taste.â
âOkay,â you agreed as his kisses trailed lower, his lips moving down over your breasts and stomach, to your thighs. He settled himself between your legs, kissing all over your thighs and over your core through your light purple panties. He could see the wet spot on them, it made his mouth water with his desire to taste you.
He slid your panties down your legs, your pussy finally revealed to him. It was everything he imagined, so fucking hot, and bare all for him. He dove in, tongue sliding through your folds to taste you. You moaned, hand gripping into his wild hair as he devoured you.
Eddie didnât exactly know what he was doing, but he was eager and excited and that made it even better. He teased your clit with his tongue, wrapping his lips around it and sucking lightly. Then he moved lower, tongue teasing your hole as his nose brushed against your clit.
You moaned, hips bucking up against Eddieâs mouth. âFeels so good,â you moaned, hands trailing over your nipples as Eddie ate your pussy like a man starved.
He started grinding his hips against the bed as he ate you, searching for friction against his hard cock. He rutted frantically against the bed, tongue buried in you as his cock throbbed in his pants, moaning into you as he neared release himself. All from the thought of what he was doing to you, the reality of having his face buried in your cunt, his rock hard dick rubbing against the comforter.
âEddie, Iâm gâna cum,â you moaned desperately as Eddie worked his tongue over your core even more, fingers pulling at his brown locks.
âCum for me baby, please,â he begged, fully losing himself between your legs, tongue working against your pussy somehow expertly as your release neared.
âOh fuck, oh fuck, Eddie! Oh god, Eddie!â You cried out as you came, hips bucking against his mouth as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue. He kept thrusting against the bed, but hearing you moan his name as you pulled his hair and grinded against his mouth set him off and then he was moaning, cumming in his jeans as you came down beneath his tongue.
He let you ride out your orgasm and then he pulled back, cheeks bright red and a wet spot on his jeans from where he came.
âDid youâŚ?â You asked, looking down at his lap.
âUhâŚyeah,â he said shyly, knowing there was no getting out of this with a lie.
You giggled, but there was no judgement behind it. âThatâs pretty hot, honestly,â
âIt is?â He asked, still blushing furiously. âI didnât mean to, I just-â
âCouldnât help yourself?â You trailed a finger down his shoulder, over his chest. He shuddered.
âYeah,â he agreed. âI justâŚcanât help myself when Iâm around you.â
It was flattering. You loved that he was so weak for you. It made you feel powerful. âYouâre so sexy, Eddie.â
He trembled beneath your touch.
That night, when Eddie was alone, he pulled your panties from his pocket. He wasnât sure if you hadnât noticed him take them, or if you just hadnât cared. But he had them, and now he was bringing them up to his nose, breathing in your scent with a groan. He unbuttoned his pants and took his cock out, wrapping the panties around his shaft.
He thought of you. He thought about you wearing these panties during cheerleading practice, the way youâd do your jumps and spread your legs for anyone to see. The way you looked him in the eye just before you did your splits, like you wanted him watching specifically.
He began stroking his cock with the panties wrapped around his length, thinking of you. He thought about eating your pussy, the way you had come undone beneath his tongue. The way you had tasted.
He moaned your name, imagining you were in the room with him now. Imagining you were here riding his cock, tits bouncing as you bounced on him, taking every inch of his dick. Eddie stroked his cock faster, his release approaching faster and faster.
He came to the thought of his cock disappearing into your tight little pussy, the thought of finally fucking you. The way youâd be so desperate for it, legs spread wide as he sunk into your cunt, tits bouncing when he snapped his hips into you. It was enough to send ropes of cum shooting over his fist and all over the panties and his thighs and stomach.
Eddie was down bad for you.
It was a couple of days later when you approached Eddie at school again. His face lit up when he saw you, frantically making room at the lunch table and pushing Gareth out of the way.
âWhat the fuck?â Gareth asked as Eddie shoved him to the side, but his eyes went wide in understanding when he saw you approaching.
âHey, Eds,â you greeted him, hand sliding around his shoulders in a way that gave him goosebumps. He looked up at you adoringly, big brown eyes full of something like love.
âHey,â he greeted you back. âWhatâs up?â
You leaned over so you were closer to him, leaning over the table with your cleavage in your uniform top right in front of his face. âDo you have any shrooms?â
âS-shrooms?â Eddie asked like heâd never heard the word, too distracted by what was in front of him. âOh, yeah. I do. At the house.â
âCould I ride with you after school to get themâŚ?â
Eddie swallowed, completely lost in a trance, forgetting about his friends at the table watching this whole interaction. âYeah. Of course.â
âCool,â you smiled. âIâll see you after school then?â
âYeah, sounds good.â Eddieâs gaze was locked on you as you walked away, that little cheer skirt so short he could just barely catch a glimpse of-
âMunson!â
Eddie snapped out of his you trance to rejoin reality and his friends trying to catch his attention. âWhat?â
âWhat the hell is that all about?â Gareth asked. âSheâs been talking to you a lot lately.â
Eddie blushed, looking down at his tray of food. âItâs nothing.â
âNothing? It doesnât seem like nothing,â Jeff said. âCheerleaders donât just talk to us.â
âShe just wants to buy some stuff. Thatâs all.â
The guys exchanged a look. âSoooo,â Gareth drew out the word, âare you gonna tell us who gave you all those hickies?â
Eddie froze, suddenly self conscious. He didnât even realize theyâd been noticeable. He pulled his leather jacket higher around his neck.
âOh, come on, you canât pretend we didnât already see them,â Grant laughed. âJust tell us!â
Eddie looked around. âOkay, yes, it was her. But shut up! Donât make a big deal out of it.â
The guys all buzzed with excitement, talking over each other as they leaned in closer to Eddie. âHow the hell did that happen? What did you guys do? Tell us everything.â
Eddie shook his head. âUh uh. No way. Iâm not going to kiss and tell.â
âWhen I kissed Carla, you made me tell you everything!â Gareth protested. âDonât be lame.â
âYou kissed Carla Peters for 30 seconds in 7th grade,â Eddie reminded him. âI think weâre dealing with a difference in maturity level here.â
Gareth rolled his eyes. âWhatever,â he muttered. âI would tell you if I lost my virginity. Itâs a momentous occasion.â
âI didnât lose my virginity,â Eddie whispered. ââŚYet.â
After school, Eddie watched your cheer practice again. The other girls took notice this time, giving you strange looks. You heard them whispering - âWhat is that Freak doing here? What a creep.â You felt kind of bad for subjecting him to the gossip of your teammates, but they all shut up when you left with your arm linked in his.
He led you to his van, opening the door for you once again. This time on the ride to his house you chatted, giggling at the jokes Eddie would make. He tried to give you a crash course on D&D, but it was all going over your head.
At the house he held the door open for you, and you slipped inside, taking a seat on his couch. âUmâŚI know I have those shrooms somewhereâŚgive me a sec.â
You looked all around the living room as Eddie took off to his bedroom, searching through drawers and cabinets. You examined the wall of hats, all the different places they came from and things they represented. By the time Eddie came back with the baggie in his hand, you had just looked at the last one.
âGot âem,â Eddie said, handing you the bag. You slipped it into your purse. âUhâŚdo you want to stay and hang out?â
âOf course,â you smiled at him, watching as he sat down on the couch. You slowly walked over next to him, his eyes on the way your legs moved beneath your skirt. He sure was weak for the uniform, you noticed.
You stood in front of him, looking down at his nervous form. He looked up at you with wide eyes, like he didnât know what to do with his hands as you stood over him.
You trailed your hands down his arms, reaching his hands and placing them on your hips. He gulped, like he was in shock. But his grip tightened on your hips, feeling the material of your cheer skirt under his hands, wanting to push it up and-
You climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Eddie accidentally let out a low groan, betraying just how far gone he was for you already. You could feel how hard he was, the bulge through his jeans pressing up against your core. You wanted him, so wet your panties were soaked. You needed him.
âEddie,â you whined, moving your hips against him. He groaned again, grip tightening even more.
âYou look so fucking hot,â Eddie said through a clenched jaw, like he was trying to hold himself together. âYouâreâŚa fucking dream, Jesus Christ-â
You leaned in to kiss at his neck, biting gently and making Eddie groan again. His hands were holding onto you as tight as possible, like he was afraid youâd disappear.
âYou can touch me,â you said, wanting him to. You wanted to feel his hands all over, wanted to feel him. Every part of him.
He let go of his death grip on your hips and slowly roamed down your thighs as you continued kissing his neck, feeling the bare skin of your legs. He remembered what it was like to taste you, and the thought only made him harder in his jeans. He wanted to do it again and again.
Next his hands moved up, slowly feeling your sides until he reached your tits. They filled his hands perfectly, making him moan as he massaged them. He was desperate to get his mouth on them, to wrap his lips around your nipples, to suck on them.
He reached down and pulled your cheer top up until he was dropping it on his living room floor. He fumbled with your bra clasp for a while before he was able to remove that, too. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of your naked tits, mouth watering. He dove in, wrapping his lips around your nipple and making you gasp.
âEddie,â you moaned, pleasantly surprised at his boldness. He was learning fast.
âSo fucking sexy,â he moaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple, the sensation sending chills through your body. âCanât believe youâre on my lap right now. Pretty little princess has a thing for the Freak, huh?â
You giggled lightly, eyes closed as you enjoyed the feeling of Eddieâs mouth. âWhen the Freak is this hotâŚâ
Eddie chuckled. His hands gripped your ass as he switched to the other breast. He guided your hips to grind against him, as if it was possible for him to get any harder than he already was. Heâd never been this hard in his life.
You tugged on his shirt and he got the hint, leaning forward to pull it off. Your hands roamed his tattooed chest, feeling the muscles of his chest, the soft skin of his stomach.
âDo you want to take me to your room?â you asked him, your voice a mere whisper against his lips.
âOh fuck yeah,â Eddie said, then you were squealing as he stood, lifting you up. He stumbled a little and you laughed, but he made his way down the hall to his bedroom, leaving the discarded clothes on the living room floor.
He carefully dropped you down onto his messy bed, landing with a giggle. He kicked his shoes off and quickly undid his belt. You watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shoving them down his legs. You could really see the size of his erection with nothing but his boxers on, and it was just as impressive as you remembered.
Next he slid your shoes off, leaving the white cheer socks in place. He slowly climbed up your body, pulling your skirt and panties down your legs. With you now fully naked, he looked at you wide eyed. âGod, I canât believe Iâm about to fuck you.â
âCanât believe youâre about to fuck me, or canât believe youâre about to lose your virginity?â you teased with a laugh.
âBoth,â Eddie smiled. He placed kisses all over your skin, his tongue darting out to taste every now and then. You were like a drug - he was utterly addicted to you already.
âDo you have a condom?â you asked him as he reached your lips again, kissing along your jaw and cheek before pressing his lips to yours.
âUh, I do, actually,â he said sheepishly. âGareth bought them for me as a joke. Now I guess jokeâs on him, because theyâre getting used well before he gets to touch a girl.â
You laughed at that - âWell, works out for us, I guess.â
Eddie reached over into the drawer of his bedside table, pulling the unopened box out. He felt a sense of pride as he opened it, pulling out one of the foil packets. This was really happening. He had a pretty girl naked in his bed. Finally.
You pushed his boxers down as he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth, sliding the rubber onto his cock just like heâd learned in health class. He was grateful Gareth got the biggest size as part of the joke - but it fit perfectly. Ha.
Eddie leaned over you with one arm by your head and the other between your bodies, pumping his cock a couple times as he lined it up at your entrance. He took a deep breath he hoped you didnât notice, then he started pushing inside. You gasped at the intrusion, fingers gripping his bedsheets.
âJesus, Ed,â you breathed, his cock nearly taking your breath away already.
âWhat?â he asked, stopping his movements. âAre you okay? Am I doing something wrong?â
âNo, no,â you assured him. âYouâre just fucking huge. But keep going, please.â
His ego properly stroked, he began sinking further into you. He was barely holding it together, a whimper involuntarily escaping from his lips. You were so unbelievably tight, hot, and wetâŚit felt better than his fist had on his best nights, and watching your face contorting in pleasure every inch he sunk into you was unreal. He had to shut his eyes to keep from cumming right that second.
He bottomed out, and you had never felt so full in your life. None of the guys youâd been with had been this big. Eddie reached down and spread your legs wide, holding them open as he pulled his hips back and snapped them back into you. He fucked into you quickly, filling you completely with every thrust.
âGod, you- youâre so flexible, fuck-â
His pleasure-drunk rambling would have made you laugh if he wasnât currently splitting you wide open with his cock, and looking unbelievably sexy while doing it. He threw his head back, long hair flying backwards. You raked your nails down his chest, making him moan loudly.
âFeels so good, Eddie, fuck, even better than my dreams-â
âYou dream about me?â Eddie huffed a breathless laugh. âFuck, princess, I dream about you too.â
You smiled and opened your mouth to speak just before a particularly hard thrust hit your bundle of nerves perfectly, making your back arch off his bed and the words on your tongue turn into a loud, high moan.
Fuck, the noises you were making were better than any porn heâd ever seen. He didnât know how he was still going, heâd felt right on the edge since he got inside of you.
âYour pussy is fucking incredible, holy shit-â
Eddieâs hips stuttered into you, his rhythm faltering. He adjusted you into a mating press, fucking you wildly as the most pathetic yet sexy moans left his lips.
âJesus Christ, Eddie,â you moaned, gripping onto his arms tightly. They were firmer and bigger than you expected, and you could feel his muscles contracting as he put all his effort into fucking you.
âIâm getting real close, baby,â he said, his voice strained. His arms were starting to tremble, his thrusts more frantic and needy. âBut I need you to come first.â
You reached down between your sweaty bodies and rubbed circles on your clit, your body writhing beneath him. Eddie let out another pathetic moan at the sight, his rhythm faltering once again, his thrusts getting harder yet slower, hips snapping into you aggressively.
âOhmygod, Eddie, Eddie, fuck! Yes yes yes, keep fucking me just like that-â
Your orgasm washed over you in a wave, hips grinding up against Eddieâs thrusts as you continued rubbing your clit. Your other hand pinched at your nipples, and the show sent Eddie reeling.
âIâm cumming, oh fuck, IâmâŚI-I love you! Shit-â Eddie cried out as he came, his eyes squeezing shut as his cum shot into you, filling you up with his spend. He held onto you tightly as he came, it felt endless, like he could cum forever. His body was trembling, hands shaking from their grip on your legs.
Your mouth dropped open in shock at his words, but Eddie didnât process it until he came down from his high, breathing heavily on top of you.
âOh, shit-â Eddie said, sitting up and looking at you with a horrified expression. âI did not mean to say that, I donât-â
You just stared at him, and then you burst out laughing. Eddie blushed a deep red as you laughed, but eventually he joined in. The two of you giggled together, you leaning your head on his shoulder.
âItâs okay, Eds. Iâm not upset.â You held his hand, intertwining your fingers. âItâs a little early for that, but I like the sentiment.â
Eddie laughed. âI donât know why I said that. It just came out.â
âThe sex was that good?â you teased.
âOh yeah.â
The next day at school, you stuck close by Eddie. You had decided to try dating, and you were unbelievably happy. You walked hand in hand, drawing the attention of absolutely every Hawkins High student. Chrissyâs jaw dropped when she saw the two of you, but then she gave you a bright smile - you knew sheâd be in your corner no matter what.
You couldnât keep your hands off each other. You had never felt so obsessed with a guy before, but you were head over heels for Eddie, and you didnât care who knew or what anyone thought.
At lunch, you got your food and headed for the Hellfire table. You took a seat right next to Eddie, sharing the end of the table. Eddie beamed, putting his arm around you and pulling you into a kiss that was far too heated for the school cafeteria. His tongue slipped into your mouth, pressing against yours as he kissed you passionately.
The guys stared. Gareth looked at the others - âWhat the fuck?â he mouthed. Jeff just looked at him wide eyed, while Grant looked impressed. Mike and Dustin looked at each other, shocked.
When you finally pulled apart, you realized you had an audience. âHi! Iâm so sorry.â
Eddie didnât look sorry at all. He looked happier than the guys had ever seen him. âGuys, this is my girlfriend,â he said with pride, introducing you by name.
The guys thought this had to be a joke. Thereâs no way you and Eddie had really hooked up, and there was no way you were together now. It made no sense. Yet here you were, all over each other like no one was watching.
You and Eddie shared your lunches with each other as you ate, the sickeningly sweet display holding the attention of every guy at the table.
No one said anything for a while, and you and Eddie were so caught up in your own little world, neither of you noticed. Finally, you got up to go get some napkins, and Gareth took his chance. He cleared his throat, and Eddie looked over at his best friend with a confused expression.
âCare to explain?â Gareth asked, the rest of the table watching on with interest.
âExplain whatâŚ?â Eddie asked, genuinely lost.
Gareth did a dramatic gesture towards you. âThat.â
âWhatâs there to explain?â Eddie played with a piece of his food before popping it into his mouth. âSheâs my girlfriend.â
âSince when?â Gareth asked. âWhat the fuck has been going on?â
Eddie looked at your figure from across the cafeteria before turning back to his friends. âSince last night. She came over and weâŚhad a nice night, and I asked her to be my girlfriend.â
âDid you lose your virginity?â Grant asked, the only one of the group who seemed excited for his friend.
Eddie glanced at Mike and Dustin, who were lost in their own conversation now. He nodded, and Grant held out a hand for a high five, which Eddie sheepishly accepted.
âDid she buy from you?â Gareth asked.
âYeahâŚwhy?â
Gareth looked around again before he spoke. âI justâŚyou donât think sheâs only messing around with you for the drugs, right? Cheerleaders donât talk to us, they definitely donât sleep with us.â
His words set a fire in Eddie, making him absolutely furious. âWhat did you just say about her?â
Gareth had never seen Eddie so angry, like flames flickering behind his deep brown eyes. âNothing, man. I just donât want you to get hurt.â
You came back to the table then, all smiles and totally oblivious to the tension at the table. âI got you some too, baby,â you said softly to Eddie, handing him a couple of napkins. Eddie gave Gareth another harsh look, but moved on.
When youâd finished eating, Eddie kissed you again, before leaning his forehead against yours. âWanna get out of here, baby?â
You giggled. âWhere to?â
âMy van?â he proposed, voice low and seductive yet still fully audible to the rest of the table. Gareth pretended to gag.
âSounds good,â you agreed with a mischievous smile, standing along with Eddie. He grabbed your hand as the two of you rushed from the building, leaving Eddieâs friends dumbfounded. Chrissy gave you a smile as you left, but her boyfriend, Jason, scowled and whispered something to his friends.
In the parking lot, Eddie opened his van, letting you climb inside before he joined you. In the back you immediately met in a heated kiss, pulling at each otherâs clothes and touching each other everywhere.
You pushed Eddieâs jacket off before tugging at his shirt, smirking when he quickly pulled it over his head. He pulled your panties off, leaving your cheer skirt on. He quickly undid his belt and jeans and pushed them down just enough to free his cock.
âTurn over for me, baby,â he said, pumping his cock in his fist. âWant that cute little ass in the air, ready for me.â
You did as Eddie said, moving onto your hands and knees before lowering your upper half to the floor of the van. Eddie groaned at the sight, hands rubbing over the skin of your ass beneath your skirt. He hiked the skirt up around your hips, leaving you exposed to him.
âDo you have a condom?â you asked him.
Eddie froze. âShit. No, I didnât bring one.â
You thought for a moment. âItâs okay. I want you anyway.â
Eddieâs grip on your hips tightened. âAre you sure, princess?â
âYes,â you said, your voice assured. âI want it, Eds. I donât care if you donât have one, I need you in me.â
Eddie groaned, pressing his hard cock against you. He thrusted his hips lightly, grinding himself against your ass. âGod, youâre going to be the death of me, princess. Youâre fucking unreal.â
You felt him press against your pussy, sliding between your folds and collecting your wetness on his cock. The feeling was like heaven for him, the memories of being inside you came rushing back, making his dick throb. He had to have you again. And this time heâd get to feel you raw? The thought alone had his knees weak.
He pushed the head of his cock inside you, the stretch already too good. You both moaned as he filled you, inch by thick inch. When he bottomed out he wasted no time thrusting into you again and again, a quick pace rocking the van right there in the school parking lot for anyone who came outside to see.
The old van squeaked as it rocked back and forth with the power of Eddieâs frantic thrusting, the windows fogged up from the heat you two created together. He used his grip on your hips to pull your body back into him every time he thrusted into you, making them all the more intense.
He reached forward and pulled on your ponytail, jerking your head back and making you moan. âEddie!â
âOh fuck, you like that, baby? You want me to be a little rough?â
âYes, fuck,â you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he thoroughly pounded you from the back. When he suddenly pulled out you whimpered at the loss, but he quickly flipped you over.
Eddie sat up on his knees, throwing his shirt off before he pulled the handcuffs off his belt. Your eyes widened as he looped them through the bottom of the driverâs seat and attached them to your wrists, pinning them above your head.
The way your body stretched with your arms up like that was a sight to behold. It put your tits on full display, his hands grabbing for them the second he started fucking into you again. The angle he had your hips with him up on his knees was intoxicating, his cock hitting your bundle of nerves with every thrust.
âPlease, Eddie, harder,â you begged, your voice a whiney moan. Eddie obliged immediately, the slapping noise of your skin meeting filling the space.
âFuck, look so pretty like this, princess,â he huffed, out of breath from his vigorous movements and the heat you were creating in the stuffy van. âNever thought youâd be tied up in the back of the freakâs van, taking his cock and begging for more, huh?â
No, you didnât. You were just as surprised as anyone at your current situation.
âYouâre so good, too,â Eddie moaned. âYour pussy is so perfect. Fits my cock just right. Iâm so deep in you, baby, fuck!â
Eddie was struggling to hold it together, the feeling of you wrapped around him without the barrier of the condom was almost too much to bear. He spread your legs wide and leaned over you, burying his face in your neck.
He whimpered into your neck as he fucked you, his shallow thrusts quick and desperate. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to his sweaty body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him even closer. It was so intimate, and Eddie was losing it.
He cried out as his orgasm hit him unexpectedly, hips rutting against you as he pumped all his cum inside, balls tightening, giving you everything he had. He moaned your name again and again, shuddering on top of you.
As he came down and pulled out of you, freeing you from the handcuffs, he realized you didnât get to finish. âOh, shit, baby. Iâm so sorry. Let me make it up to you-â
âEddie, itâs really okay,â you giggled, not upset at all. âI still enjoyed myself. I donât have to- oh!â
Eddie cut you off by diving between your legs, his tongue licking between your folds. He could taste himself where his cum leaked out of you, but he didnât mind. You had never experienced anything like this before.
You moaned, writhing beneath his tongue, pulling on his long, soft hair. He devoured you, tongue moving up to flick over your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. His tongue was so long and so talented, heâd never done anything with a girl before you and you knew this, but you would never have guessed by the way he ate pussy.
Eddie moaned against you, slipping two of his fingers inside as his mouth focused on your clit. He pumped them in and out of you much like heâd fucked you, and it wasnât long before you were clenching around his fingers, moaning little âEddie! Eddie! Eddie!âs as you got closer and closer.
You came on his tongue, pulling hard on his curls and nearly screaming his name. If anyone was out in the parking lot, theyâd know exactly what you were doing and who was doing it to you.
Eddie kept his movements up until you were pushing him away, overstimulated. He moved back up your body and kissed you hard, both of you smiling against each othersâ lips.
Eddie tucked his spent cock away back in his jeans and collapsed against the wall of the van, still shirtless. You pulled your panties back on, straightening your uniform. âDo you wanna smoke?â
âSure,â Eddie agreed easily, reaching into the front and pulling out an already rolled joint. He sparked it up with his lighter and took a drag, passing it to you.
As you smoked together, laughing and talking, Eddie felt like he was completely in love. But in the back of his head, Garethâs words stuck with him, nagging. He didnât really think you were only with him for the drugs, he was pretty sure you felt the same way about him as he did about you. Yet something about it wouldnât leave him alone.
After practice and dressed comfortably in a t-shirt and soft short shorts, you walked to Eddieâs van with his arm around you. Your teammates gave you strange looks, but you didnât care. You were happy.
âHey!â You heard Chrissyâs voice calling your name as you were just leaving the building. You and Eddie both turned.
âHey,â you greeted her with a smile. âWhatâs up?â
Chrissy looked awkward, uncomfortable. âCan I talk to you for a sec?â
âSure.â You looked up at Eddie and he smiled at you, bending down and placing a kiss to your lips. âBe right back.â
You followed Chrissy back into the locker room, which was deserted. Chrissy sighed, pacing back and forth.
âWhatâs up, Chris?â you asked, worried.
âItâs justâŚâ She fiddled with her fingers. her nerves obvious. Like she was doing something she didnât want to be doing. âJason doesnât like that youâre seeing Eddie.â
You blinked at her. Then, a laugh. âChris, I love you to death, but I donât really give a fuck what your boyfriend thinks.â
She winced, like she knew that was exactly what you were going to say. âYeah, butâŚâ She sighed again. âJason thinks that it ruins the image of the cheer team. He thinks as long as youâre dating Eddie, you shouldnât cheer. And he got the coach to agree.â
You couldnât believe what you were hearing. Your heart beat loud in your ears, your hands starting to shake. âWhat?â
Chrissy looked pained. âI know. I tried to talk to him-â
âWhy does Jason Carver have any say over whoâs on the cheerleading team?â you asked, getting worked up. âThis is bullshit. Iâm team captain! And whatâs wrong with Eddie? Besides that heâs a little different?â You scoffed. âYou guys are so close minded itâs sickening.â
Chrissy looked as if youâd struck her. âItâs not me, I promise. I tried. But everyone else agreed.â
You felt sick to your stomach. You hadnât felt as happy as you do with Eddie inâŚwell, ever. You couldnât choose between two things you loved.
Loved?
âIâve got to go,â you said, shaking your head. âMaybe try to talk to your boyfriend again. Because mine hasnât done anything wrong.â
You turned and left, catching up with Eddie. He wrapped his arm around you again with a smile, but he could tell something was wrong. âWhat happened, baby?â
âNothing,â you said. You didnât want to talk about it or make Eddie feel bad. And you were sure it wouldnât really happen - right?
At Eddieâs trailer, it looked like he had cleaned up for you. He seemed nervous, even as you fell to the couch with lips locked together in a passionate make out session. His hand was under your shirt, grasping at your tits.
âNeed you again,â he mumbled hurriedly as he pulled your shirt over your head. âNeed to be inside you.â
âYou sure no one will be home?â you asked, giggling as he leaned forward and kissed at your tits.
âYeah. My uncleâs at work, weâre fine.â
He pulled your shorts and panties down before shoving his own jeans and boxers down. He spread your legs wide, neither of you caring about a condom this time. He sunk into you, snapping his hips into you wildly. He was desperate for you, no matter how many times he had you.
He groaned loudly, face in your neck again while he pounded into you. Your nails scratched down his shoulders, eyes rolling back at the bliss he was providing with nothing but his cock.
You were so caught up in each other that neither of you heard the key in the front door, or the door opening. However you did hear the shocked gasp that had Eddie pulling out of you in a hurry, covering your body with a throw pillow and yanking his jeans up.
âJesus, Ed!â the older man exclaimed, covering his eyes. âOn the couch??â
âSorry, shit, sorry! What are you doing here?â Eddie buckled his jeans back up as you hurriedly redressed yourself. âI thought youâd be gone all night!â
âForgot my lunch,â the man said, his voice gruff. âân just because I work nights doesnât mean you canâŚdo that in the living room, for godâs sake, Ed.â
âSorry,â Eddie said again, his cheeks bright red. âYou can uncover your eyes, weâre okay.â
The man cautiously lowered his hand, looking at the two of you. âI didnât even know you had a girlfriend.â
Eddie chuckled. âItâs new. Baby, this is my Uncle Wayne. Wayne, this is my girlfriend.â He introduced you by name, and Wayne gave you a friendly smile.
âWell, strange way to meet one another, but glad to meet you,â Wayne said.
âYou too,â was all you could offer.
When Wayne grabbed his lunch and left again, you slapped Eddie on the arm. âYou said you knew weâd be alone!â
Eddie laughed, dodging you. âHow was I supposed to know heâd forget his lunch and come back?â
You supposed he had a point. You couldnât stay mad at him - not that you really were to begin with. You cared deeply about Eddie, and you wanted to be with him. You just hoped that wouldnât keep you from being on the cheer team.
part 2?
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The Birdritch's Nest part 25
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âThat is a lot of plants,â Jason said. He swept his eyes over the space as he slipped his lock picks back into their little pouch.
âHe has a botanist friend, apparently, and she keeps giving him plants,â Dick explained as he squeezed past Jason and into the apartment.
âWhy are you here again?â
âBecause I have a car which is better to carry all of Dannyâs stuff in than your bike,â Dick explained. He went over to the wall of plants in front of the windowed corner and squinted down at something on his phone.
Jason pulled out his own phone to glance at what Tim had sent. âYou say âall Dannyâs stuffâ like the list was long. The guy hasnât exactly been demanding.â
âThe âguyâ expects to actually go home in a few days,â Dick pointed out.
âAnd is an adult and so can, you know, actually go home,â Jason retorted.
âDamianâs attached.â
ââŚI concede to your point,â Jason said once that thought sunk in. âDouble the clothing asked for?â
âBasically. Make sure that he has a weeks worth, Alfred can always do laundry,â Dick said before letting out a little noise of triumph and doing something over by the plants. âThere, watering system turned on.â
âCongratulations, youâre a genius,â Jason drawled. âNow go get his medication gathered up and snoop a little while youâre at it.â
âI thought we werenât supposed to be snooping,â Dick, words a teasing sing-song as he passed by.
Jason flicked him off. âLike you wouldnât anyways. I just want to know what you find.â
âOnly if you tell me what you find in the bedroom.â
âDeal.â
The bedroom was almost startlingly normal after the plant filled living main room. It didnât look like Danny really spent much time in it beyond sleeping. The bed was absentmindedly fixed, a black down comforter over pale blue sheets. There was a paperback on the nightstand next to a lamp and a pocket sized notebook with a pen clipped onto the bent and battered cover.
It was the first thing that Jason picked up.
The notebook was obviously where Danny made notes when he was already settled in bed. As Jason flipped through the pages there was everything from to-do lists to invention ideas to⌠a lot of thought about wings. Jason turned the notebook in his hands. That page wasnât in English. The language felt like it was on the tip of Jasonâs tongue but he just couldnât get it out.
Maybe some sort of dialect?
Jason couldnât actually read it, but there was enough to piece together from similarities that tugged on his memory. Enough to understand it was about the wings. Something about the process of change? Aging?
âHey Jay?â Dick interrupted, scattering Jasonâs thoughts. âCan you read the label on these bottles? Thereâs some serious printing issues happening, I canât even tell what language itâs in.â
The pill bottle felt oddly cold in Jasonâs hand when he took it from Dick, but maybe the bathroom just had shit heating in this place. It would be just like Gotham builders to mess that up.
âOh, thatâs the same thing Danny is writing in here,â Jason said passing the notebook to Dick. âItâs something about wings and getting old, I think, but I canât really read it.â
âRead it? I donât even know what it is. Gives me a headache just to look at it,â Dick grumbled as he flipped through the notebook. âThe whole bird thing has really been on his mind, hasnât it?â
Jason gave a little huff. âDo you blame him? The guy has wings now. It would be on my mind too.â
âYeah⌠guess I really canât,â Dick said and snapped a picture of the page with the unknown writing to send to the group chat. âAny idea what it is?â
âNope. Itâs like itâs a distant dialect or that it uses some of the same alphabet of something I learned some of once. Like how Chinese and Japanese use some of the same characters, you know?â Jason explained as he opened the side table drawer and then quickly closed it again. That was more than he needed to know about Danny. âMaybe something from when I was catatonic in the league, who knows. There were a lot of languages in that place.â
âCass or Damian might now it then,â Dick said as he eyed the drawer Jason had now moved away from.
âDonât, trust me,â Jason said. âDid you get the medications you needed to grab?â
âYeah, theyâre in the bag. Just a standard bathroom, really. Though he keeps his toothbrush in this old mug with a hero I donât recognize on it, someone called Phantom.â
âDoesnât ring a bell, but it sure sounds like a hero name. Add it to the list,â Jason said as he started on gathering up the requested clothing and extra enough to last a week. âCheck the closet to see if there are any shits in there that work around wings.â
Jason rolled his eyes as Dick threw the closet doors open dramatically and focused on his task. Jeans, sweatpants, underwear, what he guessed was pajamas were all added to the bag.
âSo, nothing that looks like it was made for wings,â Dick said and tossed some normal shirts and a few sweaters into the bag. Jason sighed and folded them neatly. âMaybe he hasnât had time to find any yet? It hasnât been that long since the bird thing and seems it all started there. Or maybe heâs just always home when heâs had then?â
âBetter let Alfred know then. Heâll want to get something as soon as possible.â
âYeah, good point,â Dick agreed.
While Dick stepped out of the bedroom to call Alfred, Jason took the time to double check the list. It really was pretty basic. Jason didnât know if Danny was just trying to not be demanding or if the guy didnât need much, but Jason went ahead and put the bedside paperback and notebook in the bad too. Jason slung the duffel bag Dick had brought over his shoulder (he totally could have ridden his bike like this) and took a little bit of time to snoop through Dannyâs bookcase while Dick finished the call. Sci-fi, horror, old text books, and a ton of notebooks filled the shelf with knickknacks and a few figures. Jason at least had to give Danny points for having some of the sci-fi classics, even if the range of works was pretty limited.
âOkay, Alfred is on it,â Dick said. âAnything else we need to do?â
âNah, I think weâre good,â Jason said. Something made him not want to look through the notebooks, like they had already done enough snooping. It was an odd feeling. âLetâs get going, Iâm hungry for whatever dinner is.â
âYouâre always hungry,â Dick said.
Jason shrugged rather than dealing with how true that statement was. âIâm a growing boy.â
âYouâre a trash pit.â
âYeah, you want to go there, cereal boy?â
âLeave my cereal out of it!â
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AN: I do love writing Dick & Jason so much. Can you tell I have an older brother? Also sorry for the mistakes I'm sure are abounding. Guess who turns out to be anemic? This critter! Maybe getting that fixed will help...
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It's you (Min Ho x reader)
Summary: Min Ho and Y/n are reunited in the second semester at K.I.S.S with their sarcastic, bullying friendship, but the drama get a little out of hand at the Moon's cabin, will the sparks that fly settle or burn Y/n up?
Warnings: Kissing, poor relationship with parents, underage drinking
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Being back at K.I.S.S for our second semester was thrilling, even just stepping out the car brings back a rush of memories and hope for this term. Kitty says sheâs going 2.0 this semester and focusing but I think we both know sheâll lying to herself, Q and I made a bet on how long she lasts.
âIâll give her a week,â I told him wanting to give the girl at least some belief.
Q pulled a face that screamed youâre joking right? And said âI give her till the end of tomorrowâ.
Yuri was kind enough to invite out whole group to a reunion dinner tonight at our favorite barbeque restaurant, all on her, whilst the rest of us was excited Kitty was still stressing in our joint room about getting out of our living situation. Thankfully some music was able to calm her down for a second.
That was until Min Hoâs favourite song came on, and she turned to me with her mouth and eyes wide open in some sort of realisation. âAre you and Min Ho actually going to your lives together this semester?â.
I threw one of pillow at her, âHey!â she exclaimed turning to me with smudged mascara on her cheek.
âNot this again,â I say rolling my eyes.
âIâm just saying Iâm rarely wrong,â her voice goes a few octaves higher.
I turn back to my mirror, âYou know I canât stand how highly he thinks of himself, plus even I did heâs a player Kitty, I donât put myself in situations where Iâm likely to get hurt,â I explain.
âYeah whatever live a little!â she threw the pillow back at me, which quickly turned into a pillow fight and bunch of laughter, until a knock on the door informed us we had to leave if we didnât want to be late.
 The four of us girls walked towards the busy town to the restaurant, and heâs the first person that I spot in the crowd amongst our friends. Yuri shouts out a hello and the group turns around. His eyes meet mine, the same sneaky glimmer sits in his eyes, mouth in its signature half smirk.
I can feel Kittyâs eyes on me, and she gives me a slight push, I move my feet quickly hoping that no one saw that. I turn around and give her a quick death glare.
âHello, y/l/nâ his voice is all too familiar, I turn to meet his eyes once again, his hands are in his jacket pocket, and I note down that I would not mind stealing it from him.
âMin Ho,â I say back keeping it cool.
âChristmas break does not feel like a long enough break from you,â he says with a smile.
âArenât you a sweetheart,â I say back in a monotone voice.
âNow youâre complementing me? What have you done to y/l/n?â he questions grabbing my jacket sleeving and waving it around in an inspection, I roll my eyes at him and he lets my arm fall, âI heard about the living situation,â he changes the subjective with a gesturing nod to the restaurant as all our friends were walking in.
I let out a sigh and push some of my hair out my face, âYeah, itâs a weird one, Kitty is super freaked out,â I say.
âI donât blame her, living with someone you like and their partner sounds like personal hell,â he says with a distaste in his voice.
âVery helpful observation from you Min Ho,â I say deadpanning.
He puts a hand to his chest, âYouâre so welcome,â.
âAw and to think I almost missed this sarcasm of yours,â I say back turning my gaze away from his to the busy street.
Min Hoâs eyes crinkle in the corners âYou did miss me,â he said as I stepped towards the restaurant, but I stopped before I could take another.
He circled around to step in front of me again, my brows burrowed, and I let out a nervous chuckle, âwhat did you say?â I asked trying to play dumb. Of course I missed him, Iâm not sure how exactly our friendship could be described but our little digs were something I looked forward to, I enjoyed the challenge, the satisfaction that came from leaving him without a comeback.
I waited as he lowered towards my ear, his long eyelashes lifting as he observed something behind me, âYou smiled when I said thatâ, I could feel the absence of his breath as he pulled away. He was walking through to the table as I let out a composing breath and followed.
Kitty saved me a seat beside her, she wiggled her brows at me when I sit down, Min Ho was talking to Q and Dae looking at the menu.
âSo?â she asked eagerly turning directly towards me.
âWhat?â I ask laying my purse down and grabbing a menu.
The brunette pulled it right out of my hands, âYou know exactly what youâre going to order,â she says which is true, I get the same thing every time, why change something that works? âThe tensions still there?â her mouth is a grin.
âItâs not tension,â I tell her for the hundredth since we started at K.I.S.S âwe just donât like each other,â I say pulling the menu back out her hand. I loved that Kitty was basically a radio tower for spotting who likes who, but not when it came to me, I didnât like Min Ho like that and he definitely doesnât like me like that, he was all over Maddison last semester.
âWhatever you want to tell yourself, âShe murmured standing up to talk to the guys, Min Ho looks over to me momentarily as Kitty approaches them but then gets back into the conversation.
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Being able to spend the weekend at Min Hoâs cabin was amazing but waking up this morning to being basically snowed in was not a pleasant surprise, skiing was a no go, and itâs not like there was anything else near us. Everyone spent the morning playing card games or reading or trying to find something to entertain themselves because the internet was out.
It was fine until it hit five in the afternoon and even the team competition games were not feeling as empowering. Most everyone was feeling restless, that was until Q came up with what everyone seemed to think was a good idea, apart from Min Ho and me but I couldnât pick his side.
âOh come on weâre stuck on the property anyway!â Q pleaded in a whiny tone holding his hands together in support Dae gave a put his hands on his face and gave a cute smile. Min Ho half rolled his eyes and looked at all the faces in the room.
Dropping his hands with a sigh he agreed, and the room erupted into cheers, âBut if you guys break anything I swear-â he started but was cut off as the chatter started. Maddison suggested we should divide up tasks, set up a small buffet, get alcohol and get dressed up.
Everyone separated the tasks between them, but my eyes kept shifting towards Min Ho, he looked distant, he was never usually against a party. He said heâd sort the alcohol and walked out the room, I looked around at everyone dispersing again then followed him.
We were heading towards his dadâs office, where Q had secretly snuck Jin in last night, thankfully the guys made up with him earlier or this day could have been very awkward, though it did seem like he gave them a rather tough time when they were younger and what he did to Q was not forgiven.
âAre you okay?â I ask after closing the door behind us, he didnât turn, if he knew I was following him it didnât show.
âYep, Iâm thinking the alcohol can be his payment for ditching me once again,â he says nonchalantly taking a key out of a draw and unlocking a tall cabinet, there on the bottom shelf laid what must have been about 30 different bottles.
I step closer and lean against the wall watching him pick up the bottles, read the label, leave some out and those that didnât appease him went back in.
âMin Ho,â I said, my voice more tender than I intended, the playfulness was gone, âCan you look at me for a second?â I asked, for a moment he stopped moving altogether, before letting his shoulder fall and rising up to stand in front of me.
His expression was of that as always, but his eyes redder like a tear could appear any moment, âI canât exactly say Iâm surprised,â he shrugged and watched me waiting. A sadness settled over the room. I took a step towards him and just opened my arms, momentarily he was stood still, then he leaned down and wrapped his hands around my middle as mine went to the back of his neck.
âIâm sorry Min Ho,â I said, he didnât let go, âYou deserve better than this,â I said and pulled him closer, running my hand over his nape. As we stood there it felt as though a piece of my own heart was breaking, I could feel my throat getting drier, I shut my eyes tight.
Iâm not sure if we were stood there for a minute or five but when he pulled away slightly, we looked at each other and for the first time I felt as though I saw him, really saw all of him.
âWhilst youâre here any preference?â he breaks out of the bubble and goes back to the stash as if nothing happened; I pull myself back together and kneel down next to him to look at options we have.
When we brought everything up Q looked directly at me, Min Ho placed the bottles on the table and rushed towards his room. I placed the ones I carried, and Q came right over, taking off the little apron he found leaving Julianna and Dae in the kitchen.
âHow is he?â Q asks, and I lift my gaze from the table, the concern in his eyes mirrored that in mine.
I let out a sigh and shrugged my shoulders before replying in a hushed tone so they couldnât hear in the kitchen, âHeâs Min Ho, you know how he is, wonât say a thing,â I conveyed. Q nods knowing this would have likely been the case.
âHeâll come around when he needs to talk, for now itâs important weâre just here for him,â he said I agreed. When Dae announced they were done in the kitchen the four of us headed to get ready. Yuri laid her arm around my shoulder in a side hug as we walked to the room.
Yuri and I were the last to get ready the others were mostly done, the girls were playing music in the room, putting finishing touches to their makeup. None of us brought anything extremely fancy, but just enough.
The atmosphere in the house was much uplifted as everyone started having drinks and nibbling on the snacks. When Min Ho walked in and I couldnât look away, he wore black trousers and a white sweater, his mood was too seemingly improved, he sent a smile my way.
Everyone was talking and dancing on the makeshift dancefloor, the table was pulled to the side, the drinks weâre going down as quickly for me as some others. Q and Jin were the sober ones as they both said that athletes donât drink so at least I wasnât the only one, though I was getting to the warm side of tipsy.
Coming back from the bathroom I spotted Dae and Eunice making out in the doorframe of one of the rooms and couldnât help but smile, I was glad he was able to find someone who made him happy after how things ended with Kitty, especially since he wasnât really over her at the start of this semester.
âLetâs do truth or dare!â Maddison announced after another shot as I made back into the room, a mixture of responses was heard but the red head quickly shot them all down, âDonât all be babies, this is prime time to get to know everyoneâs secrets,â she exclaimed falling back onto one of the sofas.
Everyone gathered around taking seats with their drinks.
âOkay Iâll start,â she said excitedly looking around at everyone as if they were her prey, âOkay, Julliana truth or dare?â
âTruth,â
âWhat is your favourite thing about Yuri?â
Julianna smiled at the question, resting her glass against her lips as she thought, âThereâs just so many,â she laughed, Yuri looking at her expectantly, âThe fact that sheâs so unapologetically herself,â she said, and Yuri pulled her close and pressed their lips together. My eyes shot directly to Kitty who was looking everyone but at the couple.
âOkay, okay my turn,â Yuri said turning back to the crowd, âQ, truth or dare?â
âIâll do a truth,â
âWhoâs the best kisser youâve ever kissed?â Q blushes and looks at Jin, his eyes shyly meeting his.
âJin,â a series of aws and ews came out from everyone.
âOkay so, my queen of Choas,â Q started but Kitty threw him an exaggerated look of shock, âIn retirement of course,â he finished lifting his hands in defence, if only he knew what Kitty had done before we left for this trip, âtruth or dare,â.
âTruth,â she replied.
âDo you miss living with us,â he asked, and Maddison let out a boo, not juicy enough for her, but Kitty gave him a thankful look.
âEh I basically spend the same amount of time at your dorm, apart from the sleeping fact,â she laughed, and Q gave her a side hug.
âOkay for that boring question lets do a never have I have, so drink if you haveâ the red head announced and looked towards Eunice.
The other girl furrowed her brows and made eye contact with Dae, âNever have I ever had a not so innocent dream about someone in the room,â she said. I lifted my glass to my lips whilst watching who else did, pretty much everyone, including Min Ho, everyone broke into trying to guess who dreamt about who.
Jin perked up âMin Ho yours has to be that girl you kissed in that music video for your dad this summer, surely,â but Min Ho only brushed him off.
Kitty quickly ceased control of the room âOkay, y/n truth or dare?â
âTruth,â I say not wanting to pick either really.
Madisson huffed, âCome on you guys letâs stop being boring!â, everyone else seemed to agree with her, convenient that she didnât complain about that earlier.
âDare,â I say giving in, and look back at Kitty with that mischievous glint in her eyes and am fully regretting my decision to give into peer pressure.
She smiled and proclaimed, âI dare you to kiss the person you find most attractive in the room,â.
Everyoneâs eyes shot to me and an excited murmur started, Iâm unable to take my eyes off my best friend, I knew she probably wanted to do good, but this was actually my worst nightmare.
âKitty come on,â I try but no one jumps up to my defence. I look to Yuri and Q for some help but they both look like they want to see this play out.
Then Madissonâs new roommate Stella got out of her seat, she was always so quiet so all eyes shoot to her, âIf you wonât do it I will,â she said with a new surge of confidence. Everyone looked confused, she made her way across the room to the wall on which Min Ho was leaning against.
His eyes scanned her face and a sick feeling started rising in my stomach, we are just good friends, maybe it was the alcohol not mixing well in my stomach. Itâs not until her lips are about to touch his that I get up and rush out the room, saying I needed some fresh air.
Kitty tried to come after me, telling me its going to be fine that Stella had no chance against me and what not, but I just turned around and something in me exploded âHow about you focus on your own love life Kitty, you need to tell Julianna the about what happened,â I whisper shouted.
Kittyâs face crumbled and she looked so hurt.
âTell me what?â Juliannaâs voice questioned as she appeared in the hallway.
Kitty and I turned to see her looking our way and Yuri standing beside her, Julianna looked between the two and a realization seemed to have struck her. Kitty tried to say something, to explain and I just walked away feeling even worse.
All of us had out swimsuits under our clothes cause we weâre going to end the night in the hot tub, so I headed out there now. Sitting warm water trying to keep my tears in check I could avoid the feeling of dread that I left in the house, still a few slipping gently down my face.
âY/n,â a voice approached but I didnât turn to him, I couldnât, I just embarrassed myself and left Kitty to fend for herself, âcome on,â he said sitting down on the side of the tub.
âIâm a terrible person,â I say simply, my whole body slumping into the hot water of the hot tub, being submerged made me feel numb.
âCan you come out so we can talk?â
âNope, Iâm going to sit in here until the water sucks me up whole and I disappear,â I admit and join my hands nervously under the water.
He sighted slightly and I could see him shuffling in the corner of my eye.
âIf you wonât come out Iâll come in,â
âYou really donât have to,â I argue but he doesnât listen, he steps in and settles in the water next to me.
âYouâre not a terrible person,â he says and I turn to look at him momentarily.
âI got Kitty into shit with Julianna, Iâm arguing with my parents over the most stupid thing, and I just keep ruining things for myself because I keep getting so anxious- I am like the worst,â I express looking out into the distance of the dark sky.
I feel him shuffle left to me, âcome here,â he whispers and he pulls me into a hug, heâs warmer than the water, âThe thing about Kitty was bound to come out at some point, and to be honest the longer it took the worse the outcome would have been,â he said brushing a hand down my hair.
I pull away slightly, âThey broke up havenât they?â I asked, his eyes softened, and he nodded, âand Kitty isnât speaking to anyone?â I ask.
âQ went to sit with her, she wonât be angry at you forever, you guys will talk it out,â he reassured me.
I let out a half-defeated chuckle, âWho would have thought you could be somewhat wise,â I teased wiping a tear from under my eye.
âI am wise youâre just blind to genius,â he pulls one of his resting bitch faces and looks towards me with one brow raised and I actually let out a laugh.
âThere she is,â he says and I can feel a smile spread across my lips, âSo,â he says leaning on his arm to look at me, âwho were you going to kiss?â he asked, his voice a whisper even though we were both alone out here.
I can feel the blush creep up the back of my neck and cheeks and hope that itâs too dark for him to see. The silene is peaceful and I could stay out here all night, with the mixture of fresh air and the hot water.
âDoes it matter?â I ask turning towards him, I hadnât realised how close he was sitting to me, I could feel my heartrate multiplying.
He smiles and shrugged, âI need more material for making fun of you,â he said but there was no harshness or mal intent behind it, an actual smile made its way onto my way and I shook my head, âOh it was totally me,â and so the cockiness was back.
âOh you wish,â I say with a challenge, the corner of his lips upturn, but my gaze falls down and my teeth sink into my bottom lip, âhow was your kiss with Stella, I hear sheâs been crushing on you,â I say with a sad echo of playfulness.
He shifted closer to me, âI didnât kiss Stella,â he says, leaning his head against his fist, I watch his face waiting, âI told her there is only one person I want to kiss, and itâs not her,â.
His eyes flutter down to my lips, I canât help but take in a breath and search his face.
âWho is it then?â I ask, so quietly you could almost miss it.
âItâs you, silly,â he says as if he were explaining it to a five-year-old.
The silence returned.
âY/l/nâ
I turned to face him again, his hand came up to move my hair behind my ear.
âMin Ho,â I say in tone that came out as a mix of a warning but also desire that was bubbling too close to the surface, we were crossing dangerous grounds here and there would be no going back.
His eyes went to my lips and mine to his. Then he was leaning in, I closed my eyes and let it happen. His lips against mine was much better than my imagine could ever do it justice, it was slow kiss, then another, and one more before he pulled away slightly and rested his forehead against mine. Â
âIâve been waiting a long while to do that,â he says and the strain in his tone brings out something in me. I put my arms around his hand and pull him onto another kiss, this one deeper, his arms found my waist and he pulls me closer and closer until Iâm sitting on his lip.
âBetter than you could have imaged, I know,â he says after he pulls away and laugh, moving my hand to splash him with water.
âI hate that Kitty was right. Again,â I say.
Min Ho runs a hand through his hair, âThis is the only time Iâm not mad that that girl is right,â he states.
Eventually we left the hot tub and made our way back inside, most people have dispersed to different rooms, the atmosphere definitely ruined. Kitty was sat crossed legged on the sofa staring at her phone as we walked in, Min Ho gave me a smile and pointed his head in her direction.
âKitty,â I said nervously.
Her eyes shot directly to me, her eyes also red, she dropped her phone and rushed over to me pulling me into a hug, I squeezed her tightly.
âIâm so sorry,â I said, âI shouldnât have said anything- it wasnât my place-â I started to say rapidly btu Kitty interrupted me
âIâm also sorry, Iâve been so caught up in all this drama I didnât even know you were fighting with your parents, and itâs good it got out now, it would have been so much more hurtful for everyone the longer it was kept quiet.
âI love you girl,â I said, tears building up in my eyes.
She giggled âI love you more,â she said pulling away, âand now I want to hear every detail about what just happened in that hot tub!â she squealed pulling to me to the sofa and pointing out the window a clear view of the tub, I hid my face behind me hands, âLooks like Kitty the matchmaker was right again,â she said proudly.
It was a relief that Kitty was able to forgive me, we spoke a little about Min Ho aware that he could be lurking around anywhere, then we talked about my fall out with my parents, and I dropped them a text saying we should talk when they wake up. Before we knew it was well past one in the morning and we agreed it was time for bed.
I paused in front of Min Hoâs door questioning whether to knock and say goodnight or if that was too weird.
âYou go girl!â Kitty whisper cheered walking towards the room we slept in last night.
I took a deep breath in preparation and knocked, âCome in,â the voice on the other side said and so the rest of the night was spent talking and cuddling, maybe this trip wasnât a total disaster after all.                                                                                 Â
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john price x f!reader, reader is johnnyâs twin
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The universe hates you, obviously.
Why else would it send you this charming and attractive man in the form of your brotherâs boss? Not to mention your hookup with him was so meaningless he didnât even deign to write you a note. Even a âhad a nice time :)â would have been more acceptable than an empty bed and an aching throb in both your cunt and your chest. Since clearly it was just another hookup to him, you decide to treat John with the same dignity he treated you with.
âNice to meet you both!â You nod at the clock above Johnâs head, refusing to meet his eyes, then turn to Gaz and give him a warm smile. âAnd Iâm sorry you have to spend so much time with my brother. At least you get paid, itâs a better lot than mine.â The crew laughs, breaking the inevitable awkward tension of bringing a civilian family member to their place of work. Johnny shoves your shoulder and you gladly take the opportunity to turn your back on John.
âWell, Capâs got a meeting soon, but we can show ye âround while we wait.â You donât bother saying goodbye to John, something that Gaz and Ghost note with a look between them. Johnnyâs too focused on you to notice, shouting his goodbyes over his shoulder to Price before tucking you against him once again. Your traitorous heart pounds out of your chest as you take stock of the situation. Not only is John your brotherâs captain, heâs practically a father figure. Johnnyâs told you how the captain took a chance on him, saved his life countless times, and youâre putting these facts together like pieces of the puzzle that is John Price. A military captain who treats his men like sons while treating a stranger like his wife, just to leave the next day. Heâs clearly unstable, a person you should stay away from, because you have the slightest inkling he could ruin your life. He might already have.
Ghost leaves to finish training, Johnny on his heels to âwish him goodbye,â as if they wonât see each other in an hour. Itâs disgusting how in love your brother is, how besotted Ghost is, and you hate yourself for wanting what they have so badly. Itâs clear theyâre meant for each other, tethered together by blood and sacrifice and the life that can grow after death. Want bubbles inside you like a pot about to explode, and you would do well to keep the lid on.
âSo,â Gaz shakes you out of your reverie, cunning eyes tracking your gaze to Ghost and Johnny. âApprove of the Lieutenant for your brother? âm dyinâ to know.â You nod slightly, cheeks flushing in the face of Gazâs full attention. Closer up, heâs the type of handsome you would never pursue, too pretty for his own good. In his voice and behind his eyes, though, thereâs something lurking underneath. You can tell he wields his handsomeness as a weapon and you canât even fault him for it.
âI think itâs more if Ghost approves of me, to be honest. They already seem like theyâd hang the moon for each other.â Gaz nods thoughtfully, leading you outside to a path that outlines the base, giving you a glimpse of soldiers training outside. âAnâ whyâs that? Soap talks about you all the time like youâre a sort of angel. Not sayinâ you arenât, of course.â He sends you a wink and you giggle at both that and the nickname Soap. Johnny told you about it, of course, but itâs a bit silly to hear it next to the name Ghost or even Gaz. Heâs never told you what Soap meant, and you never asked in case it was something you didnât want to hear.
âI think Johnny loves me, itâs just, I remind him of the parts of our family that donât. And with Ghost, and all of you, heâs got a real family that doesnât judge him. Itâs like introducing two friend groups when youâre not sure if theyâll like each other. We represent different parts of him, but Iâm old and Ghost is new, so the lines seem blurry to me.â Gaz lets you talk more, his demeanor so welcoming with the internal challenges youâre facing. He even tells you to call him Kyle, warm and soft. The two of you walk around base, minutes turning into an hour. Finally, a soldier runs up to the two of you, telling you youâre needed in Priceâs office. You bite your lip nervously, not seeing how Kyle tracks your response. He almost freezes, years of training preventing him from doing so, but heâs still thrown by how nervous you seem to go back.
âWell, Iâm a little sorry for talking your ear off. But I see why Johnny likes you, Kyle. Youâre a good friend.â You smile at him, almost faltering when you see his stony expression. It changes in a split second, like a cloud moving from the sun, and he grins and tucks you under his shoulder, just like Johnny. âItâs no problem, angel. Itâs one of my specialities. Letâs get you to lunch, âm starvinâ.â
Johnny greets you like a long lost twin when you get back, asking for details about who you saw and where you went. Heâs like that all the way to lunch, insisting on driving just the two of you to âthe only decent pub in this town, really, hen.â Itâs nice to spend time with him and you squeeze his forearm to say so, basking in the light of his smile. You almost forget about the John situation until you see him get out of the car the other men took, his fatigues fitting him criminally well. In fact, heâs even better looking in the daylight, blue eyes catching the sun while he stretches, muscles rippling under his clothes. You stare so long that Johnny yells at you to get moving, but heâs too focused on Ghost to turn back to see who youâre looking at.Â
You find Kyle quickly, tucking your arm into the crook of his elbow and letting him guide you into the pub, sparing a singular backwards glance to John. Heâs staring at you, again, but heâs too far back for you to tell anything of the subtext behind his eyes. Is he mad youâre Johnnyâs sister? He has no right, obviously. Maybe he thinks you stalked him or something and this is all some elaborate scheme. Deciding you donât care, you focus on lunch and the growling in your stomach from all the calories you burnt with John last night. Heâs really the cause of all your current plights.
The pub only has booths. Johnny insists on you being in the middle, guest of honor and all that, so youâre stuck in the middle with Johnny on your left and Kyle on your right. Ghost is next to Johnny, of course, leaving John next to Kyle, a perfect angle for him to stare at you while you answer Johnnyâs interrogation. Johnny asks you questions like you havenât talked every week since you last saw each other. Like only a brother could be, heâs unhinged.Â
âSo yer still single, m'eudail?â
âAnâ yer livinâ alone? Steaming Jesus, hen.â
âNot even a cat? Bloody hell.â
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Johnâs shoulders bunching closer with every invasive question your brother asks. Heâs being an ass, they both are, and you need a break. âBefore the food comes, Iâm going to use the toilet. Scooch, Johnny.â As you leave, you hear Ghost muttering to Johnny, telling him to calm down. At least someoneâs on your side.
You do your business, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before going back out and facing the cavalry. As you open the door, you see the universe is not on your side.
âWe need to talk.â Heâs standing there, posture military straight. You hate him.
âJohnâŚâ You try to push the bathroom door open to make your escape. He prides himself on your mission being unsuccessful, an arm preventing you from leaving. He doesnât like to use his strength to intimidate women, but in this case, youâre too slippery for him to let you go politely.
âSweetheartâŚâ
âOh, donât sweetheart me, John. Or should I say, Captain?â
He yanks the door handle from your grip, spinning and locking you both inside in one move. Itâs a one room toilet and thereâs nowhere to go with John taking up space like itâs his right. âWe need to talk.â He says it in what you imagine is his Captain Voice, firm and unmoving. Luckily for you, youâre not on his payroll. âActually, we donât. We had a good time, the night ended and you left, and now we happen to have a mutual connection. Itâs whatever.â You try to shrug nonchalantly, fumbling for the door, but John notes how you stumbled over the words âyou left.â His hands find your waist, pinning you to the door with a gentleness remnant of last night.
âYou didnât call. Or text. âm confused why yâr upset, pet, when the ballâs in yâr court.â His hands on your waist are breaking down your mental walls and you hate how easily you let down your guard. His actions donât match his words, though, and thatâs something you canât deny. âHow would I have called? I donât have your number.â His brows knit together in confusion, thumbs rubbing circles over your shirt. âI left a note.â Oh. Oh.
âThere was no note.â
âLeft it on the pillow, sweetheart.â
âThere was nothing on the pillow!â
âMustâve moved while you slept. Shouldâve known by how much ya kicked me last night.â
âI donât kick! God, youâre annoying and-âÂ
He cuts you off with a kiss, pressing you further into the door. John slots a muscled thigh between your legs, smiling against your skin when you let out a soft moan. ââm sorry âm a right idiot, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you.â You shake your head, pushing him away but keeping your hands on his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his uniform. âWhat would you have done if I never called? And if- if I didnât show up on base?â He smiles at you indulgently, like youâre a little girl instead of a woman. He knows heâs won, can tell by how firm your grip is on his chest. âWouldâve gone back tâ the bar tonight. Anâ if you werenât there, wouldâve gone to yâr hotel room.â You frown at him. âHow would you have gotten up the elevator? You need a key card.â He pecks your forehead like heâs known you a year, rather than a day. âI have my ways, sweetheart. I am a captain, as you know.âÂ
That kills the mood.
You push him away, finally letting go, before stepping in front of the mirror to readjust your clothes and hair. He stands behind you and itâs intoxicating to imagine you two like this, fixing your clothes after a hookup or a domestic night in. Something about John Price feels permanent, likes heâs meant to be in your life for more than one night. But then, the image of your brother pops into your brain. Your memory of how much he talks about John, talks about the group in general. How theyâre like family, like brothers, how Price treats him like a son. You canât ruin this for him.
âWe canât do this, John. If it goes wrong, itâll break Johnnyâs heart. I canât do that to him.â Hands wrap around your waist, slotting you against him. You fit perfectly and itâs heart wrenching. âAnâ what about my heart? Anâ yours?â You shake your head, pushing off of him and unlocking the door. âItâs early enough that we can just- just stop. Johnnyâs more important. I am sorry, truly.â You walk away without a second glance, like Johnâs not even there.
And just like that, John Price knows heâs met his match. His future wife, if he has anything to say about it. John Price doesnât lose.
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notes: johnny says bloody hell because simon says bloody hell. i donât make the rules sorry.
also someone complained on my ao3 that this wasnât slow burn andâŚi never said it was???? they literally meet as a hookup bffr. anyways hope yall enjoy! angst is coming soon hehe
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bruised knees
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warnings: mentions of blowjobs, losing virginity, virgin!reader (but fic is not smut), jealous! and overprotective!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, fluffy
rafe has been beyond overprotective of you his whole life. ever since you met in first grade and you let him borrow your brand new crayon box, only for a bully to come up and tug on your pigtails, causing rafe to pause his coloring to shove him away and tell him not to touch you ever again.
you smiled at rafe, the same smile you look at him with now, and he knew he would take care of you no matter what. you hugged him tightly and from that day on always shared your crayons, and everything else you had, with your new best friend.
âready?â rafe slings his arm around your shoulder, pulling you towards the boat.
âyes!â you squeal, trying to navigate holding your tote bag and backpack at once, when suddenly both are out of your hands as rafe takes them and carries them down the pier.
ârafe, i can carry my own stuff.â you roll your eyes. it's a losing battle, your best friend will always lessen your load, hating seeing you do any sort of physical labor, feeling like that's his job.
âyeah, whatever.â rafe just ignores your argument, it's one he's heard so many times before, yet you make no attempt to take the bags back. âwho all did you invite again?â rafe asks as you enter onto the boat, quickly beginning preparations for the day at sea, having gone through the motions so many times, knowing the boat like the back of your hand even though it's the cameron familys.
âuhh, topper, tina, kelce, steph, tiffy and hayden.â you go through the list of names in your head of friends that will be joining you and rafe on the yacht.
âhow is tiffy since the break up?â rafe asks, knowing you like to talk while you work, pulling various lines while you straighten up the boat to make it more presentable, going through the motions together, always together.
rafes question launches you into a gossip session with rafe, spilling all the secrets your friends told you at your last hang out, but they know you don't keep anything from rafe, so it's no surprise when he knows as well, not that any of the girls would complain, rafe often takes over the role of protector to your friends as well, caring about who you care about.
âthere's hayden!â you call to rafe, pointing down the dock to the parking lot where haydens truck just pulled in, a few minutes earlier than you expected anyone to start arriving.
âgreat.â rafe mumbles under his breath, making sure you don't hear his upset tone. he liked hayden at first, sharing some common interests (mostly golf), but then hayden got far too touchy with you, his gaze heating when it turned to you in a way that infuriated rafe, and he made sure to show hayden when you weren't around how much it pissed him off.
rafe is probably to credit for you never having a boyfriend for an extended period of time, but he can't help it, you're so perfect and no guy can possibly deserve you, so he has to scare them off before you get too invested and give them all of your attention instead of him.
âhey, heyds.â you greet him with a hug after he makes his way down the pier, making rafe grunts as haydens hand rests a little too low on your back for his liking, making rafes mind reel at the possibility of something going on between the two of you.
your other friends slowly begin to pile onto the boat, steph being the last one to get there as she is notorious for being late, which is why you told her to show up half an hour before everyone else, and somehow still managed to get there last.
âready for takeoff?â you ask rafe, stepping away to join him at the wheel while your group of friends find places to sit while rafe navigates the boat towards the ocean.
âi am.â rafe nods, having disconnected the last line. no matter what is happening, you always sit next to rafe on the bench as he directs the boat, ready to be his second in command at any moment, even if its just fetching him a drink or checking the water depth.
âi canât wait to swim.â you say with a sigh, having not gotten out into the water all week, which is rare with how much peace you find in the ocean.
âhow about that one sandbar we took wheezie to?â rafe questions, wanting you to decide where he anchors the boat.
âooh, yes.â you nod.
âshe complained to me last night that you werenât over.â rafe smiles at you when you let out a laugh.
âi donât spend one friday night and she complains! ugh, i love that girl.â you grin thinking about wheezie, treating her like sheâs your own little sister, having known her since she was born.
âyouâll stay tonight, right?â rafe asks, missing you sharing his bed like you do every weekend.Â
âmhm, iâm not driving home after being out on the boat all day, gonna be so exhausted.â you roll your eyes.
rafe smiles at you, wrapping one arm around his shoulder, leaving him to drive with one hand, but wanting you close to him, secretly hoping hayden would look through the windows from the lower deck and see you all cuddled up into his side.
neither of you have ever broached the topic of taking things beyond just friendship, despite rafe desperately wanting to take things further, he doesnât want to mess up the one good thing he has in his life. youâre such a source of brightness that when youâre around him he forgets all about his fights with his dad, or issues with barry.
âhere.â rafe nods to you, immediately going to drop the anchor, planning to stay in one spot all day.
you help him make sure its secure before moving to the main deck with everyone else. âalright, who is ready to swim?â you shout with glee.
âyou know i am.â hayden smirks at you, pulling his shirt off over his head.
âmhm, thatâs why i like you, not afraid to get wet.â you say, rafe carefully watching the interaction, unsure if you meant the innuendo or not.
you take your tshirt off as well, tossing it onto the pile that everyone is making on the sofa, revealing swimsuits underneath their clothes. rafe also undresses, but slowly and quietly.
you tug your yoga pants down next, having kicked your shoes off upon entering the boat. you turn towards rafe, always checking in with him, seeking him out amongst the crowd.
rafe smiles at you, his eyes dropping subtly down your body, quickly checking out your pale lilac swimsuit before he sees a different shade of purple, this time blossoming around your knees.
hayden seems to notice too, a smirk growing on his face when he sees the localized bruises.
âwhat the fuck did you do?â rafe grunts out before he can stop himself and use the calming methods you so carefully taught him.
âwhat?â hayden turns to look at rafe, but heâs already charging at him. rafe shoves hayden backwards, making him stumble but he manages to maintain his footing.
ârafe, chill!â you shout, grabbing at his arm.
âdid he-did you fucking blow him?â rafe questions, pointing to your knees. âhow did you get those bruises?â âjesus, rafe!â you take a step back, but donât drop your grip on his arm, not sure if he would try to pull away. âyou seriously ask me that in front of all our friends? for your information i was working out in the garden yesterday and bruised my knees kneeling on the pavers. but thanks for embarrassing me.â
you drop his arm when you feel tears welling in your eyes, quickly turning and sprinting into the interior of the boat.
you throw yourself onto the bed in one of the two bedrooms, hiding your face in the white pillow as you cry.Â
ây/nâŚâ rafe says softly. you donât jump at his voice, you expected him to follow you, but you donât feel like talking to him.
âplease, y/n.â rafe pleads, and you feel his weight dip the bed down as he climbs onto the mattress.
âstop it.â you whine when rafe pulls you into him, but you donât struggle as he cuddles into you, pressing a kiss against your hair. youâve cuddled rafe before, of course since youâve been friends for so long, but never with this little clothing on, and you are very aware of how much of his bare skin is touching yours.
âi didnât mean to embarrass you, y/n. i just⌠i just got so angry thinking about you possibly doing anything with hayden. i donât like him. heâs not good enough for you.â
âwhy would you even think i would do that though? you know im a virgin.â
the words shock rafe, and you can physically feel him tense up. you pick up your head to look at him, brows furrowed together.
âi-i didnât know that.â rafe just assumed you lost it to one of your short term boyfriends.
âno⌠no i would have told you, rafey. youâre my best friend, i⌠you told me when you lost yours.â you remind rafe of when he was 16 years old and had sex for the first time, calling you only an hour after to confide in you, partly hoping you would get jealous.
âi thought you knew that i wouldnât want to hear about you sleeping with someone. i guess i just figured you kept it to yourself for my sake.â rafe doesnât realize the implication of his words as they flow from between his lips.
âwhy would i?- wait⌠you like me?â you blink up at him.
rafe pauses. now is as good as time as any, especially with the growing threat of hayden and other guys who arenât scared of rafe potentially taking you away from him. âyes. i love you. i think iâve loved you since first grade.â âholy shit, you asshole!â you shout, and itâs not the reaction rafe was expecting as he tenses, waiting for you to run off, or get mad, but instead your shout turns into a laugh, âi canât believe you didnât tell me sooner!â and then your lips are on his, finally feeling the perfect meld of your mouths together as rafe quickly snaps into action, his lips moving against yours as he cups your face.
âi love you too, in case it wasnât obvious.â you whisper against his mouth before resuming the kiss.
âthank fuck, i was ready to murder hayden just because i thought you liked him.â rafe laughs, tugging on your waist to bring your bodies even closer together, leaving his large hand resting against your bare back.
âpshht.â you shake your head. âheâs not even half the man you are.âÂ
âholy shit, i love you.â rafe repeats, taking you in for another kiss.
âmy friends are never gonna believe that we finally got together.â you giggle. âi think theyâve all placed bets.â
âyour friends?â rafe shakes his head. âbaby, i think even our parents have.â
âi⌠iâm really happy we admitted are feelings.â you say shyly, a blush covering your cheeks as you look down, breaking eye contact. âeveryone told me that you liked me too but i was too nervous to ruin what we had.â
âhey, itâs okay.â rafe says softly. âwe have forever this way.â
you feel tears well up in your eyes again as you wrap your arms around rafe, pressing your head into his bare chest.
âgosh, i canât wait to go tell everyone.â you admit with a giggle.
âyeah? wanna go get in the water too?â rafe asks, unsure if your friends waiting for your argument to be over to swim.
âhell yeah.â you slide off the bed, rafe taking a minute to check out your body, not hiding his heated gaze as you catch him.
âholy shit, you are checking me out!âÂ
âduh, youâre my girl now.â rafe smirks, also getting off the bed, placing an arm around your shoulder. âgonna give you bruised knees for a different reason, baby.â
âwait, rafe-â you begin, suddenly not feeling like swimming anymore, but he pulls you out onto the deck, seeing all your friends sitting awkwardly on the sofas, waiting for whatever argument to be over with.
âdonât worry baby.â rafe drops his mouth to your ear, making sure your friends canât hear. âwe can talk about that virginity of yours later.â rafe doesnât give you a second to respond, placing his fingers on your chin and tilting your head towards him to press a kiss to your lips to the chorus of all of your friends letting out woops and claps, along with shouts of âfinally!â
âi told you!â tiffy shouts, holding her hand out towards stephanie. âyou owe me 20 bucks!â
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Warnings- vampire h, blood play, he kinda kidnaps her tbh, dark h, soulmates, mask kink if you squint, oral (f receiving) smut, degrading, h is a vampire so their morals are not human-like you know
Her blood pressure was high. She was sure of it.
Going to a haunted house wasnât her idea, nor was it her ideal for the weekend of actual Halloween, but her people pleasing ways had gotten her once again. The same with wearing a fucking dress, because theyâd decided to go bar hopping afterwards. Not the brightest idea at all, but she wanted to stick it through.
It seemed to be going well enough until they got separated.
She had somewhat of an idea that someone was watching her. She just didnât know how correct she was- or how much danger she was in. Harry's eyes narrowed as he watched her get separated from the group.
Fate had chosen his fun for the night.
He quickly disappeared into the shadows, his lip quirked under the mask. This was his favorite time of year. He knew these halls like the back of his hand, and he knew exactly where she'd end up. He followed her as she tried to navigate her way back, unaware she had no hope there was no real way back, his footsteps silent on the creaky floorboards. It was thrilling, the muffled screams from other rooms fading to let him hear her breathing, fast and panicked. Little heartbeat pounding away at her chest. She was so alive, and it thrilled him.
She didnât have a clue.
The dim of the flickering lights cast eerie shadows on the peeling wallpaper as she hurried down the narrow, winding corridor, her heeled boots clicking nervously on the worn wooden floor. Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard a faint, raspy whisper carry through the heavy silence, the air thick with the scent of dust and fake fog.
âWhy are you running, pretty girl?â The rasping voice had her turning around, only to be met with empty space. there was no one there. âWhatâs got you spooked?â
Her heart thundered as she clutched her chest, turning slightly as the voice seemed to move. Like it was circling her, almost. It was suddenly that the lights went out, making her freeze in fear.
What sort of haunted house was this? And could she get a refund?
Harry grinned wickedly as he watched her from the shadows. He had missed this. The thrill of it all soothing an itch he usually couldnât scratch. Though his usual victims werenât quite as pretty as her, he noted. They didnât smell as good either. He ducked into a small, concealed alcove as she whirled around, her panicked breath misting in the sudden darkness.
She could hear the faint drip-drip-drip of water echoing through the darkness, and the distant sound of maniacal laughter from another room. But closer, much closer, she could swear she heard breathing. Slow, steady, and menacing. Her own breath caught in her throat as she tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from, her eyes straining to pierce the inky blackness.
âWhoâs there?â She whispered into the quiet. It dawned on her that there was no party following behind her. She didnât hear the footsteps, she hadnât realized sheâd veered off course, but she was still in the haunt. This had to be part of it- right? âI- Iâm sorry I got off the path. If you turn up the lights Iâll just go back to my friends.â
The breathing paused for a moment, and then it started up again, louder this time. It was definitely coming from right next to her. She could feel the presence of something, or someone, but she couldn't see a thing. Couldnât feel any body heat. The only thing she could feel were the vibrations when she heard a low, chilling laughter that sent shivers down her spine. "You're lost..." The voice whispered menacingly in her ear. It was when she could feel the cool breath on her neck that everything in her panicked.
She jumped back, her heart racing as she stumbled backwards, tripping over her own feet in the process. She landed hard on the floor, her dress riding up to reveal her thighs. She heard the creaking of floorboards as whatever was there moved closer to her, its footsteps echoing in the darkness. "You shouldn't have come here... alone..." The voice hissed at her. âDonât you know itâs dangerous?â
âI didnât mean to! I got separated from my group. I didnât mean to go off the path.â Her voice was weak and warbled as she felt the sting in her elbow from the fall. âJust let me out and Iâll be on my way.â
The figure loomed over her, its presence oppressive and menacing. "But where's the fun in that?" It growled. She could hear the rustling of fabric, and then a gloved hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to her feet. She struggled, her heels clicking against the floor as she tried to break free, but the grip was too strong. "You're not going anywhere."
He pulled her into the concealed alcove, her struggles turning into whimpers as he backed her into the wall. His gloved hands roamed her face, gripping her roughly as he grinned wickedly behind his mask. "Youâre a pretty one arenât you?â He chuckled. âSuch a treat. Letâs play.â He reached out and caressed her cheek gently, a stark contrast to the other handâs rough grip on her jaw as his thumb brushed over her bottom lip.
"Open your mouth." he commanded, his voice low and menacing. She hesitated, her eyes wide with fear- but he didnât give. He tightened his grip on her jaw, his fingers pressing into her cheeks. "I said, open your mouth." he repeated, his voice leaving no room for back talk. Reluctantly, she parted her lips, her teeth chattering slightly. He grinned deviously and slowly slipped the glove off and his thumb into her mouth. "Suck. Itâs for your own good.â
She hesitated again, but the menacing growl from behind the mask urged her on. She wrapped her lips around his cool thumb, sucking hesitantly at first, but growing bolder as he watched her with a dark, intense gaze. It wasnât like she could see him, but there was no way she couldnât feel his stare on him. The metallic taste was unfamiliar to her, but it was what would save her. His grin widened as he slid his thumb in and out of her mouth, mimicking a motion that made her blush furiously even in the darkness. "Lovely girl, finally listening to instruction." He praised, his voice hoarse. "Now, bite down. This is going to hurt, but itâll feel good afterwards.â
The girl had no idea what he meant until she heard the mask slipping off his face and her head was tilted to the side. She barely had a second to think before she felt it. The sharp bite down on her throat, burning at the site as she let out a strangled scream. The man- or creature- let out a satisfied groan as he sucked at her throat, pulling what had to be blood from her. All her instincts told her to run, but she couldnât. She was frozen.
He drank with deep pulls, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her upright as colorful spots danced before her eyes, even in the dark. She felt lightheaded, her limbs growing heavy and sluggish. She could hear the pounding of her own heart, growing slower and softer with each passing second, the sounds of his sucking drowning it out.
The soft plush of pleasure started to hint over her, the pain fading into the fuzziness of warmth in her tummy and between her thighs. Just as darkness began to claim her vision, he withdrew, licking his lips as he admired the two puncture wounds on her neck. "Youâve got lovely blood.â He murmured. âSo sweet. Best Iâve had all season.â
He leaned in close, his voice a soft whisper in her ear as he held her up. "I should have you for the full meal... but I have other plans for you." With that, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her deeper into the house, her limp body resting against his chest. She was tired, her mind fuzzy from the blood loss, but she let out a soft whimper as he squeezed her lightly to his body. âI usually finish my meals and let them run off, but I think youâre a bit too good to toss.â
Part of her questioned if she was awake right now as he carried her through because nothing made sense. When her eyes opened again, it was different. The house changed. No longer was it the decrepit source of the haunted house, but it was restored. Like it had shifted all in front of her eyes. She wasnât sure what was real and what was fake right now, if this was even reality, but it didnât make any sense. The cobwebs were gone. The smell was lavish, rich, like incense. The haul was lined with velvet curtained windows and hand painted oil art, none of the flashing lights or fake fog to be seen.
What the hell was this? And what was he?
He carried her into a grand bedroom, the four poster bed draped in black silk. It was nothing like her own and she wanted to fight him, ask him what the fuck was happening, but she had no energy to do it. He had taken too much from her.
The monster laid her down gently, smoothing her hair away from her face as he admired her pallid complexion. "You'll wake up tomorrow, thirsty and changed. But donât worry, Iâll be here for you.â He leaned over her, his ungloved, chilled finger roaming over her cheek as he caressed her. "Iâll be the only one you crave.â
ââ
The sun streamed through the open curtains, casting a warm golden light over the room. The girl stirred on top of the duvet, her arms reaching out to stretch before she realized she wasn't in her own bed. Her body was stiff, a throb in her joints as she let out a little whimper at the feeling in her body. Everything felt heavy still. Slow. She sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes as she took in the opulent room- one she didnât quite recognize at first. There wasnât much time for her to go over whoâs room it was, or why she was there though, because she felt a twinge in her neck as she tried to move her head. That's when she noticed the feeling. The thirst. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, a burning, aching need that demanded to be quenched. There wasnât any sort of suggestion about it, it was a need.
Her throat burned. It was a hollow aching in her stomach, the stinging of her throat, her hand reaching up to cover it as she flinched. Pulling it back she looked at the ring snugly fastened to her ring finger, a red gem with a gold band. It wasnât one she had- or was it?
Her memory was hazy. She needed something, someone, but she didnât know what it was.
As if summoned by her thoughts, the door creaked open and in strolled a man, one that seemed familiar in the way that unsettled her, a small glass of crimson liquid in hand. He was sans mask, his dark hair disheveled as he grinned at her. Bright white teeth gleamed at her as he stood in front of her, smile softening as he clicked his tongue. Something about his smile was off putting, but she couldnât look away. "Ah, youâre up. Good. I was beginning to think Iâd given you too much.â He held out the glass to her. âDrink."
The girl's eyes widened as she stared at the glass, her parched throat aching with desperation. She reached out, her hand shaking as she took the glass from him. The liquid inside was a deep, rich red, almost burgundy in color and didnât look like something safe for human consumption as she swirled it to see it much thicker than anything she usually drank, but her body was acting on its own. She brought it to her lips, the cool glass feeling soothing against her dry skin. As she drank, she felt the liquid slide down her throat, the warmth a soothing kind instead of the pain, spreading through her body and quelling the burning ache.
She probably should have thought twice about taking it from the stranger, but she didnât. All she cared about was getting rid of the pain, getting more of the liquid down her throat so it didnât sting any longer. The whimper that left her lips was pathetic as he pulled the glass away, his hand reaching out to thumb the droplet that had fallen down her chin back up and into her mouth. There wasnât hesitation as he pushed the digit in, her hand grabbing his wrist and sucking the remaining drop from his skin.
He let out a low hum, his free hand reaching out to gently tilt her head back, forcing her to keep his thumb inside her mouth. "You're so thirsty, aren't you?" The man murmured, his thumb moving slightly, pushing against her tongue. "Such a pretty little thing, and so desperate for something to quench your thirst."
The thumb was pulled from her tongue, swiping over her bottom lip as he towered over her. She had no idea what the hell it was, what was happening, but her body trusted him and craved more of whatever heâd just given her. âMore.â She croaked, lightly digging her nails into his skin. âPlease, I need more of it.â
âThe newblood desperation isnât usually this cute. I think I got quite lucky last night, donât you think?â He chuckled darkly, his other hand reaching up to cup her cheek as he leaned in close. "You'll get more, but first... you have to earn it." His thumb pressed against her lips again, pushing them open as he spoke and tapped her bottom teeth. "I have a game for us to play. If you win, I'll give you all the blood you can drink." His voice was a seductive purr, his thumb sliding into her mouth once more.
âIâll do it.â She whispered instantly. âAnything. Iâll play.â The girl didnât even know his name, but she wanted to please him, she wanted more of the blood. It didnât even click with her that itâs what she was drinking. All she knew was that she needed more and she was willing to do anything to get it.
"Excellent. Thatâs the spirit I like to see." He crooned. "Now, the game is simple. I'll ask you a question, and you have to answer truthfully. If you lie, or hesitate, the game is over and you don't get any more blood." He pulled his thumb out of her mouth, only to replace it with his other finger, gently rubbing against her tongue.
"First question...what's your name?" His eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched her, feeling the soft suckle she gave his digit. She didnât seem to comprehend that he was truly talking to her, or she didnât want to pull her mouth from his finger, but that simply wouldnât do. "Come on, now. No need to be shy. You can speak around my finger, can't you?" He smiled, his voice firm. "Answer me." His thumb brushed against her bottom lip, encouraging her to part her lips and speak.
âY/N.â She spoke, muffled around his finger. Her eyes were hazy and soft, body warming up from the blood settling in her system and the attentive stare of the man in front of her.
"Good. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He praised, slowly pulling his finger from her mouth as he spoke. He brought the digit to his lips, sucking the remnants of her saliva from it as he grinned at her. "Now, Y/N...do you know where you are? And how you got here?" His eyes were intent on her, watching every flicker of emotion that crossed her face. "Take your time. Think carefully."
She mourned the loss of the soothing she had from sucking, but she felt the hot zip right between her thighs as she watched him clean off his skin from her saliva. There was something about it that made her reach out for him, gently tangling her fingers in the fabric of his shirt as she peered up at him with wider eyes. It was a good question.
Where was she?
âI⌠I donât know.â She finally realized she couldnât quite place it. âDid we hook up or something after the bar?â It wouldnât be the first time she did something stupid on a night out.
"No, we didn't hook up. That will come later.â It was inevitable. His perfect creation was made for him. The fates had been so kind to him last night, putting her in his path. âWe ran into each other at the haunted house. You got lost. Got into some trouble." He gently unraveled her fingers from his shirt, lifting her hand to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. "You don't remember anything else, do you?" His expression was unreadable, but his voice was gentle, coaxing.
âNo.â Haunted house? Her mind felt muddy. Like she was wading through quicksand as she tried to navigate the slow thoughts that seemed to be underwater in her brain. It sounded familiar. âI donât like haunted houses. I probably didnât want to go. I donât⌠I canât tell why I donât remember.â
She had no recollection of him feeding off of her, of him finding her lost from her group and choosing her as his meal. She especially had no memory of him telling her why she was here.
"That's alright. You will, in time." He soothed, bringing her hand to rest over his heart. She didnât notice it wasnât beating. "For now, just focus on me. You're doing so well, Y/N. I'm very proud of you." His eyes glowed softly with affection as he spoke. "Here, have a little more. You deserve it." He bared his wrist to her once more, the vein pulsing enticingly. "Itâs not the same as the other, but I think youâll like it just the same. Drink."
Her eyes dilated, pupils swelling to consume the new color of warm gold of her irises as she stared at the offered wrist. Her breathing hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly as her hands trembled with anticipation. She reached out, fingers wrapping around his wrist as she brought it closer, inhaling deeply to draw in the intoxicating scent of his blood. A soft whimper escaped her as she leaned in, parting her lips to sink her teeth into his flesh.
It was all instinct. She didnât understand why she was doing it, why she was so relieved to have her teeth in him. His finger pet at her hair as she breathed frantically through her nose, sucking the thick, sweet blood over her tongue with a soft moan. He tasted so good. It was going to be hard to stop.
He let her drink, his other hand cupping her cheek gently as he held her to him. His blood filled her, warming her from the inside out, making her feel alive in a way she never had been before. "That's it, my love. Drink. Take what you need." He whispered, his voice low and husky with desire. His thumb stroked her bottom lip, encouraging her to draw more deeply from his vein.
Her jaw ached as she continued to suckle at him, her lips sealed tightly around his wrist as her tongue fluttered against the wound she'd made, trying to draw more of it onto her tongue. She felt the smooth of his blood sliding down her throat, filling her belly, seeping into her very soul. Her fingers flexed against his wrist, nails digging into his skin as her body shivered.
He carefully unwound her arms from around his wrist, prying her fang-like teeth from his flesh with a low chuckle as she let out a mix of a growled whine from the loss. "Easy now, love. Not too much. I need to keep some strength for myself." He soothed, running his thumb along her bottom lip to catch a droplet of blood that had escaped. "Look at me, Y/N." He commanded softly, waiting until her glazed eyes focused on him before he continued.
"There you are." He murmured approvingly, his own eyes dark with unsated desire. He leaned down and licked the wound on his wrist clean, hissing at the sudden spike of pain before it faded. Pain and pleasure went hand in hand. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" He teased, his voice barely above a whisper. It would be true, if he could still die. He brought his clean wrist up to cup her chin, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip. "Such a greedy little thing."
She whimpered again, leaning into his touch as her eyes fluttered closed, savoring the feel of his skin against her lips. She could still taste his blood on her tongue, the metallic tang lingering in her mouth and making her want more. When she opened her eyes, they were glowing with a fierce hunger that made him chuckle darkly. "You're insatiable." He whispered, his own desire rising to match hers.
âI donâtâŚ.â She stood up, legs slightly wobbly as she faced him. âI donât know what you did to me, I donât know where I am, but I want you to stay.â Her hand grabbed his and wrapped his arm around her. The unprecedented need for him to be touching her, it felt just as desperate as the need for blood was. âWhy am I feeling like this? I donât know you.â
His other arm wrapped around her automatically, his large hand splayed across her lower back to support her. Dark eyes searched hers, seeing the genuine confusion in her gaze. He was a stranger to her, and yet her body craved his touch like it craved blood. He brought her flush against him, his other hand cupping her jaw. "Shh, it's alright." He soothed, his voice gentle.
"I'll explain everything, I promise. But for now, just...feel." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, a soft, slow kiss that deepened into something more passionate. His hand on her back slid down to her bottom, squeezing possessively as his tongue slid against hers, sharing the taste of his own blood. He felt her relax against him, her body molding to his as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. âJust know that you belong with me. To me. Thatâs what you need.â
Yes. This was what she needed. It made no logical sense, she knew, but logic was lost when it came to this. Ever since she had woken up she had been squirming, itching for something, and she realized now with his lips on hers and his hand grabbing at her ass, she knew this had been the missing piece.
âWhatâs your name?â She panted against his mouth, unsure if he had said it. Her mind was a mix of things and none of it logical.
He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged as he looked down at her. "Harry." He whispered, his thumb brushing across her cheek. "And you're Y/N." He handed her the reminder her gently, his other hand cupping her ass and pressing her against the growing hardness in his pants. "We're going to be together, Y/N. Forever." He promised, his voice dark with his promise. âI chose you last night.â
Why did that make her feel good?
She didnât know him, and yet she was preening over the fact that he was promising forever with her. He could be an awful man. She knew nothing of him other than his blood tasted good somehow, he was one of the most attractive men she had ever seen, and she had gone home with him last night. None of it seemed to matter to her rationally. Maybe sheâd lost her mind along the way; maybe heâd taken it from her. Regardless, she didnât want to fight it. It felt wrong to fight it. âForever?â She whispered, melting into him.
"Forever." He echoed, his voice a low growl that made her hot between her thighs. "I'm going to take care of you, Y/N. I'm going to give you everything you need. Teach you all you need to know. I created you, and Iâll take care of everything you need." He promised, his other hand sliding up her back and into her hair, tangling in the strands as he deepened their kiss.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as he held her close. His hand in her hair tightened slightly, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss further. His other hand never left her ass, squeezing it gently as he pressed her against his hard length. He broke the kiss for a moment, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he looked down at her. "I want to take care of you, Y/N."
She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she parted her lips to his expert kiss. Her fingers tightened in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer as she pressed her hips against his, feeling his cock against her belly. When he broke the kiss, she whimpered in protest, her eyes slowly opening to meet his gaze. "Please..." she breathed, not even knowing what she was begging for, only that she needed more of him.
Harry's pride swelled at the sight of her, so needy and desperate for him. He loved it. He loved how much she craved him, how much she needed him. The choice to take her, to make her his mate was the correct one. It was in his bones, he knew it the moment he had heard the panicked pitter patter of her heart in the dilapidated facade of the hallway. He leaned down and captured her lips in another deep kiss, letting them linger. "Donât fret. I'll give you everything you need, Y/N," He promised against her lips. "But first, I need you to sit on my lap."
The creature guided her with his hands on her hips, helping her straddle his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, her skirt riding up to reveal the softness of her thighs to the creature, against what was sure to be any sliver of self preservation. He groaned softly, his hands running over them appreciatively. He had so much to observe and worship with her- this was just the beginning for them. "Now, touch me." The vampire instructed, his voice low and commanding. "Anywhere you want." He watched as she hesitantly reached out, her hands exploring his chest through his shirt, feeling the hard muscles beneath.
He smiled encouragingly at her, his eyes darkening with desire as she grew bolder, her touch making him sigh as she ran her hands over his abs and chest. He could feel her touch through his shirt, her fingers trailing fire wherever they went. "More..." he encouraged, his voice a low growl. He wanted her touch on his bare skin. As if reading his mind, she began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers fumbling slightly.
He sat still, letting her undo his shirt, his breath hitching as she revealed his chest. He had always been proud of his physique, and the way she looked at him now, with wonder and admiration in her eyes only made him feel more smug about it. Once the shirt was open, she hesitated, looking up at him with a hint of uncertainty. As cute as it was⌠That wouldnât do. He reached up and gently pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the side.
"Touch me."
She reached out, her shaky fingers brushing against his bare chest. He hissed at the touch, his abs tightening as she ran her hands over them, feeling the hard muscles. The girl leaned forward, her hair falling over her shoulder as she pressed her lips to his chest, kissing and licking his skin with her lips smearing against the cool skin, falling into the intimacy easier as he held onto her and pushed her dress further up. Harry growled softly, his hands gripping on her hips as he thrust his own upwards at the tongue lathing over the side of his throat, the movement pushing his erection against her core.
Her breathing hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she continued to kiss and lick his skin, her hips grinding down to meet his thrusts. She was so engrossed in the sensations that she didn't notice his hands sliding up her thighs, bunching up her skirt until his fingers brushed against the hem of her underwear. He broke the silence of panting breaths, his voice hoarse. "Sâmy turn. I'm going to touch you now, Y/N."
She needed it. Her body was yelling at her to submit, to let him touch, because thatâs what was necessary. It was a craving. Words echoed in her mind, his voice telling her âWhen you wake up, Iâll be all you craveâ or something like that, but she couldnât focus on it when she felt his fingers brush her humid cunt.
Her response was a needy whimper, her head falling back to expose her neck as her hips canted forward, giving him better access. He hummed in approval, his fingers slowly sliding under the lace of her underwear to touch her bare flesh. She was so wet, so ready for him. He rubbed her slowly, his touch gentle, coaxing more needy noises from her. "That's it, love. I know what you need. Let me give it to you."
He slipped a finger inside her, her tight warmth clenching around him. The sensation of it made him groan, his head dipping down to nuzzle against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as he began to move his finger in and out of her slick hole. Her breathing caught, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as she panted his name. "Harry."
"I know, my love. I know. It feels so good, doesnât it?" The croon was slightly smug, but she didnât care. It felt too good to have his finger inside of her, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck.
"More." She begged, her body tensing as he curled his finger upward, finding that sweet spot inside her. He nipped at her neck, his fangs scraping against her skin, making her hips buck against his hand. It felt better than she ever remembered a simple finger inside of her feeling, but it didnât make much sense. Nothing about this did.
"I'll give you more." His hand stilled for a moment, his fingers sliding down to gather more of her essence before he added another finger, filling her more for a few more thrusts. "But first, let me have a taste."
Y/N yelped in surprise as she was flipped, tossing her right on the mattress she had slept on. There was little time to prepare as he gripped her dress, tearing it in two so easily that she gaped at the strength of him. She knew the dress was slightly cheaper- she was on a budget, sue her!- but how could he do that?
The thought had to go on the back burner though, watching as he got to her knees between her thighs and spread them open for his viewing pleasure.
The man looked up at her, his eyes devious as he held her thighs open, preventing her from closing them. "Very pretty everywhere, arenât you?â Leaning down, his tongue flicked out to taste her, dragging through her folds. She gasped, her back arching off the bed as the sensation of him tasting her rushed through her. "Mm.. and you taste so good here, too... Not just your blood. I did a good job in choosing, didnât I pet?"
He didnât give her a chance to answer, let alone think about what he was saying fully before he began to lick and suck at her, his tongue delving inside her to taste her nectar. Instead, she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as she writhed with pleasure. He was relentless, his mouth working her clit with expert precision until she was panting and begging for something. What? She wasnât sure.
"Please, Harry. I need..." Her brow furrowed as she looked down at him, unable to finish her sentence as his dark eyes looked up at her with his mouth expertly latched onto her, messily slick with her on his lips and chin.
"I know what you need." He snarled against her wet flesh, sending vibrations through her core. âBe quiet and let me give it to you.â
He sucked her into his mouth, his lips wrapping around her clit as he suckled. His tongue lashed against her, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading her wider as he buried his face deeper, licking and nipping at her delicate folds. His tongue plunged deep inside her, withdrawing and surging forward once more, making her keen as she tilted her hips up towards him, trying to write but unable to close her legs with how he held her open for him.
His hands tightened on her thighs as he devoured her, his fingers digging into her soft, warm flesh. She could feel his cool touch on every inch of her, his tongue plunging into her core again and again, his mouth suckling at her swollen pearl. She was helpless against the onslaught of pleasure, her hips bucking against his mouth as she neared the edge. "Harry, please. It's too much..."
He growled against her, the vibrations pushing her even closer to the edge. "No, it's not." The vampire mumbled, his voice muffled against her wet flesh. His arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her down as he continued to feast on her. Golden eyes lifted to meet hers, the possessive look in them making her feel hotter despite the cool touch of his hands. He meant every bit of this. There was no hint of casual about this. The man meant it when he said she was here forever. "You can take more, Y/N. Youâll take what I give you, because you belong to me now. I created you."
His words sent a flash of heat through her, his dominance washing over her like a tidal wave. He continued to eat her out, his tongue and mouth working her relentlessly.
It was simply too much.
The new blood in her veins, the unrelenting pleasure, the claim of ownership, all of it had her losing grip on whatever sense of reality she had left. Moans echoed through the room as she climaxed hard, her entire body shaking with the force of it. He didn't let up, continuing to lick and suck even as she came, prolonging her orgasm until she was a sobbing, shaking mess.
Her sobs turned into screams as another wave of pleasure hit her, his fingers joining his mouth as he pushed three inside her, continuing to pump in and out of her as he drank her release from her core. His tongue lashed against her as he drank her in, his fingers crooking up to find that spot inside her that made her see stars.
With a final lap at her pussy, he pulled back, his face glistening with her essence. His eyes locked onto her thigh, his hand trailing up to caress the tender skin. The creature needed more of her. To solidify their bond even more.
There was no words exchanged as he made the decision for them, spreading her out and finding the spot he wanted, where he could see the pulse still thrumming under her skin. He leaned down, his fangs sinking into her flesh as he drank from her, his hands gripping her thighs possessively. He growled against her, his voice muffled as he took deep pulls, her orgasm sweetened blood flowing into his mouth making him moan and his cock pulse inside of his trousers. She wasnât a full blood like him. Heâd be taking advantage of the human blood flowing through her veins every day for the rest of eternity.
His hands tightened on her thighs as he fed, his touch proprietorial and unyielding. She could feel the pull at her vein, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her, heightening the sensitivity of her over stimulated body. She whimpered, her hands finding his hair and tangling in the silky strands as he drank from her. He didnât want to pull off, knowing it made her feel good and knowing she tasted this good because of him, but he wanted to enjoy her in the softness of post orgasm and feed haze. Retracting his teeth, he sighed deeply, licking over the bleeding mark on her inner thigh. It was dangerously close to her cunt- something he liked.
A meal with a view.
The vampire had waited this long to take a mate. He deserved to enjoy it.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers as he licked his lips clean. His face was a stark contrast of brutal and beautiful. Blood stained his swollen mouth and chin, a stark crimson against his pale skin. His eyes glinted with a feral light, his pupils dilated with satisfaction and desire. The creatureâs dark hair was mussed from her hands running through it, making him look deliciously disheveled.
It was unsettling knowing something so dangerous could be so beautiful.
âWeâre going to have a lot of fun together, little treasure.â He purred, giving her mound a kiss before licking over his bottom lip to chase the taste of her cunt and the blood he had just pulled. âMy favorite creation yet. I canât wait to play with you some more.â His nails dragged down the sensitive skin of her outer thighs, making her squirm in his grip. âI hope I donât break you too soon.â
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Y/n thinks Lando slept with someone else and they have a big fight about it, only for y/n to learn Lando needed help proposing
as soon as i seen this in my inbox i got excited to write it! thank you anon, it's a great idea!
tw: fem!reader, swears, sneaky lando but i'm sure you know where it's going based on the ask, lmk if you want me to add anything.
w/c: 1.8k
lando has been acting very suspicious lately. at first you has brushed it off to busy weeks filled with important racing duties but when he was still secretive after a lovely spa day you had set for him at your apartment, you knew something was up. the night of the spa day you were laying in bed with lando and usually if he's forgotten to set an alarm for the next morning, he will ask you to just go onto his phone and set it for him, so when he asks you to hand his phone over so he can set an alarm? well it sets off your own alarm bells in your head.
lando had never ever hidden his phone from you, always completely open with you and willing to scroll through his phone if you wanted to. you had never felt the need to but sometimes you liked to scroll through his photos and have him explain them to you.
you did not say anything to him about it that night, or afterwards but you kept a note of things you found suspicious or weird or even just a little out or character for your boyfriend, knowing that if the time came where you found out something you could not even think about then you had have evidence. if you had more guts you would have asked to scroll through his phone that night to see what he did but you did not want to fight after such a lovely day. maybe you were just postponing the inevitble.
the next time you had written down in your notes was a doosy. you had gone out to lunch with a few of your friends and lando had offered to drop you off and pick you up once you had all caught up. you had gotten ready and lando had dropped you off with a sweet kiss goodbye and promises of picking you up whenever you wanted to come home, you were just to give him a call. you grin and agree as you close the car door and make your way to the table your friends had sat at. it seemed you were the last one to arrive.
it is only when you have sat down and gotten comfortable that you realise, your best friend is not here.
"hey, where is lacy?" you ask the group, confused as last night when you were all confirming in the group chat if you guys could make it or not, lacy was the first one to confirm.
everyone mutters that they are not sure or that they thought she mus be running later. you all shrug and you try to forget about it but you have a lingering feeling in the back of your mind. it is a bit big to push all the way to the back of your mind but a few drinks and a gossip with your friends would do the trick.
you guys chat away and drink through three or four rounds. none of you drunk, really but none of you even thinking about drinking and driving. everyone had sorted out how they were getting home before coming. "responsible group of girls." you had joked when you had asked about it and they had all told you they had a way home.
everyone texts their lifts home as you head to the foyer where it is a bit quieter and call lando. it send you to voicemail. you try him again but it does the same thing, ringing until the voicemail blared in your ears. you were pissed off to say the least. you did not mind if he wanted to go out and do things without you but do not promise you will pick someone up if you will not be back in time! is that not just common courtesy?
you ask one of the girls if her boyfriend can take you home and she says it is no problem. you are embarrassed because you are just after bragging about how amazing lando was and now here you were... getting proved wrong.
good job you remembered to bring a key with you so you did not get locked outside. you thank your friend's boyfriend as you get out your car and see lando's car parked in front of the apartment complex.
you stomp into the apartment and throw your keys down on the table in the hallway.
"thanks for remembering to pick me up lando! i had to get a ride with micheal and amy!" you shout as you pull your trainers off and put them in the rack. you walk into the living room to see lando on the couch and lacy in the kitchen, making tea.
"what the fuck?" you ask, internally freaking out but not showing it. this paired with your suspicions that lando was cheating send your brain into panic mode. instead of freaking out and jumping to conclusions you ask "why weren't you at lunch? and why are you here now?".
lando could tell you were pissed and at this point, he felt like saying he was cheating would be the easier option, rather than hiding all of this from you. he hated lying to you. the boy had literally never done it before. you could tell from how sloppy he was, this being a prime example.
"i couldn't make it to lunch in the end. you know that boy i've been talking to? he asked me out on a date and i just couldn't say no." lacy explained, handing you a cup. her explanation did not ease your worry though, lando could easily be the boy she was talking to and they have went on a date when you were busy out with your friends.
"i came over to tell you about it but i forgot you were out at lunch with the girls. i've only been here like ten minutes." lacy adds, lando nods on the couch not really doing much. you decide to believe them but you put it in your notes. lando and lacy out together? while i'm with my friends. lando cheating on me with lacy???
you end up taking that out of your notes a few weeks later. you lay in bed while lando is in the shower and you think that now is a good time to go through your notes, thinking about things you could add or take away and if it all still makes sense in your mind.
as your sorting through the semi-long list you make you lando's voice. you had not realised the shower had stopped. at first you think he is talking to you so you are about to shout back when you hear the distant sound of someone speaking through the phone. not to sound like you were accusing your boyfriend of cheating but it sounded like a girl. it sounded like a girl you did not know.
"i can't tell her. it's stressing me out to no end. i just want to be done with it now." you strain to hear his hushed words, done with what? tell who? you? why was he stressed?
you are tired of all the secrets. the hushed conversations, lando hiding things from you. you do not think you can deal with it anymore.
once lando is off the phone he makes is way into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist. "hi, baby." lando acknowledges you as you lay on the bed. the towel around his waist distracted you for a moment before you got your mind back on track. it helped that he had gotten changed into some pyjama trousers, although his abs were still on display.
"are you cheating on me?" you just come out and say it, you voice is a little worried. lando drops the towel in his hands at your words.
"am i what?" lando stares at you. "is this one of those tiktok trends? what am i supposed to say that will get the most views. where's your phone we can start again?" lando glances around the room for your phone. he thinks this is a joke. a tiktok prank. you does not think you are distressed over this.
"i'm serious lando. you've been acting weird for a while now." you tell him your frown deep as you speak.
lando is surprised and practically leaps towards you.
"i'm not cheating on you. i swear to you. i would never even think about hurting you like that." lando swears his hands holding your face gently to stop you from avoiding his eyes.
"then what are you doing? because you're acting weird. you're not acting like you. i miss the old you, when you didn't set your own alarms." you pout at him.
lando sighs. "i guess i'm gonna have to tell you, huh?" the driver asks. you are confused as he gets off the bed and walks over to your dressing table. on top there is a small dish where you keep all the rings you wear when they are not on your fingers. you prefer the dish to a box, it is less work to get to them. lando calls it lazy but you call it time efficient. he grabs the one your grandma got you for christmas back when you were still at school. it is old and most of the rose gold plating has come off, the colour does not match with the rest of your jewellery but you wear it everyday.
it is quick and sudden the way he is standing in front of you a few steps away from the bed, then he is on one knee holding out the ring. "the ring i was gonna use isn't here yet because you're too impatient for me to do anything properly. i had a whole day planned out, you know?" lando is joking with you but there is nothing in you that wants to laugh right now.
your hand slapped over your mouth as you feel your eyes well up with tears.
"what are you doing?" you ask him, it is muffled from your hand but lando can make you out.
"what's it look like? i'm proposing. will you marry me please, baby?" he asks the old ring sits in between your fingers as you stare at him, tears finally falling.
"yeah." you murmur.
"yeah?" lando asks, a little cocky but mostly to make sure.
you nod frantically, lando takes your right hand and slides the ring on your middle finger (it is where you usually wear the ring. you honestly cannot believe he even knows where it goes). you then jump towards him, arms swinging around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
lando's lips mould over yours as he you kiss him frantically. the kiss is cut short because lando can not stop laughing.
"why're you laughing?" you ask him, smile plastered on your face from his laughter.
"just can't believe i get to love you for the rest of my life. i can't wait." you kiss him again.
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I HOPE YOU STAYâGOJO SATORU

â. heâd asked why your coworkers werenât waiting outside with youâit's not safe hereâat the same time you asked for a kiss. it just sort of slipped out. | wc. 2.8k+
tags. fem!reader, grinding, unprotected sex, oral sex, some mutual pining (it's implied he doesn't know how to talk to reader), there is not a world where gojo isn't rich, fwb to lovers, jealousy, gagging on how very much in love gojo is with reader and she doesn't see it, praise kink, pet names [18+ only]
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Youâre not sure how it all started.
(As how all arrangements like these seem to start.)Â
You remember calling Gojo on a night out with your coworkersâone too many cheap vodka cranberries in your system clouding your judgmentâjust as he left the office for the day, asking if he could pick you up from a shady nightclub downtown.Â
(Youâd hardly been acquaintances, and there was a long period of time where youâre sure he only tolerated you for Shokoâs sake since sheâs the one who dragged you into their group of friends. Youâre always the last one he acknowledges in the room, and he seems to clam up when youâre alone together.
You refused to let it get to you. Especially when you only see him a handful of times every other month or so, although less now that youâre around, and you pretend it doesnât eat at you.)
Itâs still a mystery why you called him out of everyone you knowâyou had to scroll through an endless amount of contacts just to find a message you sent him months ago that he left on read with the express purpose of annoying youâand even more surprising that he answered.
You didnât know him as well as Shoko, but maybe a secret hidden part of you knew heâd help if you were in a pinch.
âHello?âÂ
(He might be the most infuriating human you know, but he has a voice like rich bourbon.Â
Heâs also stupidly attractive. Beautiful, even, with his straight nose, soft-looking mouth, and thick hair that adorably curls around his ears. However, youâd never say that to his face, for his head would get too big.)
âDo you think you could give me a ride?â It was almost a miracle that your words didnât slur.
You half expected him to hang up, but then he asked for the address, and several minutes later, he pulled up to the curb in his shiny sports car that probably cost more than everything you own combined and watched you stumble into the soft-leather passenger seat.Â
It should be embarrassing how long it took you to buckle your seatbelt, but then you finally got a good look at him and took note of his expensive-looking suit: his tie slightly undone, shiny watch and cuff links glinting under the passing street lights, how his hair looked like he ran one of his bear paws for hands through it several times.Â
You think it was the first time you realized he was as tall as he was wide.
The quintessential businessman in a three-piece suit. You understand the appeal now.Â
(That je ne sais quoi that makes you want something out of reach. Why your friends from college ask if heâs single when all you see is a man who never takes anything seriously.)
Heâd asked why your coworkers werenât waiting outside with youâit's not safe hereâat the same time you asked for a kiss. It just sort of slipped out.
Gojo gave you a look that would have made you giggle if you werenât serious. âWhat?â
âI want a kiss,â you told him again.
It was the little once-over he gave you afterward, the way he missed the exit to your street and took the one that led to his, how he kissed you until your knees were wobbly and weak, and you could barely walk to his door in your heels as he pressed small ones around your mouth while his fingers sunk into your hair.
(That. Thatâ)
You came against his thighâstaining his Burberry suit while he whispered dirty things into your earâright there in the hallway where anybody could see if he didnât have the whole floor to himself.
âFuck, baby,â he groaned into your mouth once he had you in his room, his hands trailing up and down your sides until he found the zipper for your dress and tugged. "I can't believe this is really happening."
(Later, you spend a lot of time analyzing what he meant.)
You urged him toward the bed when he had the black slip of fabric pooling at your feet, dropping down to your knees in front of him, and together, you scrabbled at his pants, shoving them around his hips. Youâll never forget how hot and heavy he was in your hand that first time, how your fingers barely touched and looked so small in comparison.
There was a thick vein along the underside of his cock, and you trailed it with your tongue, going up and up until you took the slightly purpling head into your open mouth.
You kept taking more of him until you couldnât go any further without gagging, which wasnât far because he was bigâpossibly the biggest dick youâve ever seen outside of pornâand it made you a little dizzy how quickly it robbed you of air.Â
âHoly shit.â He stroked your hair so softly, so sweetly, groaned things that made you preen and nuzzle into his touch. âYouâre so good at this. You gonna let me cum down that throat?â
That made your belly flipâthe fact that Gojo Satoru, of all people, called you goodâa stone creating a current of new possibilities.
You hummed a muffled âUh huhâ and squeaked when he held your head downâthe coarse hair at his pubic bone brushing against your noseâcumming down your throat in hot, heavy spurts, and youâre surprised you swallowed it all because it was a lot.
He fell back against the mattress, freeing you of his grip, arms spread wide and panting as he lay there with his eyes closed.
âWas it good?â you asked, licking away the small amount of cum that escaped the corner of your mouth.
That got him to pop his head up to look at you, a hint of something too soft on his face than you were used to from him. âCome here,â and he let you crawl into his lap.
A sigh escaped his lips as his hands hovered close to the side of your waist before letting them fall back against the mattress. âYouâre trouble, you know that?â he mumbled after kissing your forehead.
(Thatâs how you think it started.)
~~~~~
Everythingâs fine.
Perfectly fine before Gojo sits by you, casually planting himself between you and the newest member of your group of friends, Nanami. You roll your eyes at how childish heâs being, refusing to react to his blatant jealousy.
Then he inconspicuously rests his hand on your knee. You jump at first, and the few people sitting at the table with you glance at you curiously, including Gojo, who gives you a mischievous little smirk that can only mean trouble.Â
Again, you roll your eyes and choose to ignore whatever is going on in that lizard brain of his.
That doesnât last long because heâs leaning across you to grab a handful of pretzels, only to lean in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he sinks back into his seat.
âYou look so fucking good in this dress right now.â His voice already sounds hoarse, stretched thinâraw with wantâand you inconspicuously rub your thighs together under the table. âAre you wearing what I bought you underneath? Youâd show me, yeah?â
(Because he buys you things nowâperfectly normal for someone youâre sleeping with whoâs not your boyfriend, but maybe your friendâand sometimes you playfully call him Daddy when he has your wrists tied above your head with one of his silky ties.
And who cares if a few of your things and a toothbrush have found their way into his place? He lives closer to your job. Nobody can blame you for choosing convenience over a forty-minute ride through the subway.
Normal.)
Distantly, youâre aware that you arenât alone, and there are several ears within earshot distance, but that doesnât stop the little gasp that escapes past your lips.Â
âSatoru, knock it off.â You glance around the table to make sure no one is paying attention, your tensed shoulders relaxing a little when you find everyone too preoccupied with their own conversations.
Gojo already has acknowledged this, too.Â
âI bet you still taste just as sweet as you did this morning. You have no idea how much I want you. Itâs making me hard just thinking about it.â At that, you peek down at his lap to find the prominent bulge pressing against his khaki pants.Â
âOh?â voice soft when you finally tear your eyes away from his crotch to meet his heated gaze again.
âMhm.âÂ
Oh.Â
You can tell that he sees your walls cracking, that it would only take a few sweet words before you finally caved: âYouâd let me have another taste, wouldnât you?â
Your breath hitches because, yes, you would.Â
Thatâs how you find yourself with your thighs parted and one of your legs draped over his.
You bite your lip, trying to hold back the moan threatening to escape while the rough pad of his middle finger presses small circles over the top of your panties. His fingers tease, exploring the slick seam of you and retreating when you start arching your hips up into his touch.
It feels like you canât breatheâor perhaps youâre too fearful to find out what other noises youâd make if you didâpractically choking on the torturous (because thatâs what this is) pleasure youâre receiving, and youâre ready to beg. You really are. However, you arenât prepared to face the mortifying consequences if you happen to open your mouth.
Something that sounds a lot like, please, just waiting on the tip of your tongue.
It feels like every pair of eyes at that small table are on you, but theyâre none the wiser to what is currently happening beneath the party-themed tablecloth, still laughing and mingling around the yard as they celebrate Getoâs birthday.Â
Itâs not as if itâs all that obvious, either.Â
Gojo is turned away from you, currently in the middle of a discussion with the birthday boy himself. You have no clue what they were talking about because youâd stopped paying attention a while agoânot that youâd be able to listen if you wanted to with Gojoâs fingers turning every spun cotton candy thought back into melted sugar.Â
He traces lightly over the covered seam of your lips before finally slipping under the silky materialâhis skilled fingers working slippery circles at the apex of your thighsâand the subtle relief forces you to swallow another moan.Â
âSatoru,â you warn under your breath, grabbing his wrist to stop his movements. But the feel of him patting your sticky, sensitive clit with three fingers cuts off all of your protests, forcing you to sit there and let him play with you.
Heat crawls up your neck as he explores your slick folds, the loud music, and chatter, thankfully hiding the wet sounds produced between your legs.Â
He does offer some mercy when he notices the slight quiver in your thighs, how they jump and jump until he stops teasing to press to fingers inside you and grind the heel of his palm into your clit. Your hips start rocking forward against his hand slightly, and you pray nobody notices because the heat spreading through your belly is almost too consuming to stop now, making you dizzy with it.Â
Your abs hurt from how hard they clench, and your legs shake, culminating in a slow drop just before you resurface. Gojo can probably feel itâattuned to your body after all these monthsâand starts moving in a steady rhythm, andâ
The breath youâre about to take gets caught in your throat, fingers gripping Gojoâs wrist and the ledge of the table as you tip over the edge. Your legs tremble while you convulse onto his hand, and you have to lean into him to keep from falling out of your chair.Â
His fingers bring you back down, slowly, rubbing soothingly against your inner thigh as the fog gradually dissipates from your brain. And what youâd give to hear him call you his good girl at that momentâ
âHey, are you okay?â Shoko asks you from across the table. âYou donât look so good.â
All eyes turn towards you, including the smug little gleam in Gojoâs.Â
âYeah,â you squeak before standing up hastily. You pull Gojo up with you, not caring that itâs the same hand covered in your sticky-wet slick. âI just remembered that I need SaâGojoâs help with something.â
Only a few are dumb enough to believe that lie, and you avoid the smirk Shoko gives you as she watches you practically drag Gojo toward the house.
(Because, of course, she knows.
And perhaps sheâs not the only one.)
~~~~~
The tipping point in your relationshipâthe one that turns it from a maybe into a definite something, and not just two people who have been having sex and somewhat living together for six monthsâhappens on a night Gojo comes home late from work.Â
(Exactly five minutes to eleven.)
Youâre not usually the jealous type, but youâll admit that dating someone like Gojoârich, attractive, owns more Tom Ford suits than you have jeans, and just important enough that he has an assistant who runs said suits to the dry cleanersâcan stir up some insecurities.
A more reasonable person would lay out the facts like a deck of cards: you know heâs someoneâs bossâs boss, so he likely had to stay behind to fix someone elseâs mess, but the proverbial chip onto the poker table comes with his new assistant.Â
Hinata.
A girl whoâs fresh out of college and around him more hours of the day than you see him during the week, and from the few times you stopped by his office, you can tell she has a thing for himâher lack of subtlety could compete with Gojoâs nonexistent observation skills.
Much later, after youâve slept on the softest sheets youâve ever laid on, youâll admit you overreacted. How you shouldnât have thrown blankets and pillows at him from his bed for him to sleep on the couch with as soon as he walked through the front doorânot to mention how you never give him a chance to explain himself and keep huffing whenever he opened his mouth.
After the second pillow (almost comically, if you werenât so upset) hits him square in the face, he drops the blankets to grab your wrists.
âWould you stop throwing blankets at me and tell me whatâs wrong?â
"Like you don't know," you hiss unhelpfully just to be difficult.
"I wouldn't be asking if I did." This time, his voice is softer when he says, "Talk to me."
"Itâs your assistant."
He frowns. âMy assistantâŚ?â
âYes, your assistant,â you huff, making an unsuccessful attempt to yank your wrists free. âShe obviously has a thing for you, but youâre too thick to notice. You forgot your phone, and she answered and said you were busy...â
He probably sees the vulnerability on your face. Hears what youâre not telling him because he presses a kiss to your foreheadâIâm not seeing anyone other than youâanother to your mouth before heâs showing you with your thighs pressed to your chest that every piece of him (even the parts he doesnât show to anyone else) is yours.
âYou want me to send this video to her to let her know youâre the only girl I want to fuck?â he grunts, making sure his phone captures the way his cock pushes in and out of you, hissing dirtier things that only you hearâthe tightest pussy heâs ever had. âWould you like that?â
âY-yes,â you whine, fingernails digging into his hand wrapped around your throat. âPlease, Toru. I want it.âÂ
âSo fucking dirty,â he growls, even though heâd do it for you anyway.
He stuffs his cock into you over and over again until youâre a twitching mess underneath him, the walls of your cunt clenching down around him as you cum with a squeak.
âThere you go,â he groans into your ear, tossing his phone to the side to pin you against the mattress so he can reach that tender spot deep inside you that made you cum so hard once your foot cramped, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. âIs that what you needed? To make you cum because youâre mine? Fuck, babyâIâll never get tired of this perfect little cunt.â
âBetter not,â you whimper, eyelashes wet, squirming beneath him as he fucks you hard into the soft sheets.
âNever, sweetheart, never.â Gojoâs thrusts turn rough and brutal, almost working you into overstimulation just to prove a point. "You're my girl. The only one for me."
It's not quite an 'I love you,' but it's close.
Afterward, he pulls you between the sheets, holds you close with a hand cupping the back of your head, and asks you to stay.
âFor good this time. No more leaving in the morning,â he whispers, lips grazing your cheek. âYou like the walk-in closet and the clawfoot tub. We have enough room to turn the spare bedroom into an office for you because you like how sunny it gets in there during the day.â
Itâs not a question, but you still say âI doâ because you really like how the word we sounds coming from him.
âThenâŚstay.â
âŚYou say yes because itâs not as if you want to be anywhere else.
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk fic
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safety net




chris dixon x fem reader
summary: after arthur hillâs final show, you and the rest of the boys try to leave the venue through the crowd of fans
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Chris guided you out to the crowd of fans stood waiting for him, Arthur, Bach and Chip. You linked your arm through his, walking behind Arthur and Chip as they tried to organise a group photo with the fans who had waited.
The yells for Chris and Bach to join made you jump out of your dazed stare at the ground. Chris laughed looking at Arthur and Chip who were waving the other two boys over frantically.
You looked over at Liv, who was stood beside, and smiled at her moving your arm from Chris to hers letting your boyfriend join in the picture.
Chris reached for your free hand squeezing it softly letting you move your hand before he walked off.
You chewed at your cheek with the feeling of anxiety rise into your throat. Liv glanced at you noticing the pool of tears collecting at your waterline, âyou okay?â She whispered and you nodded instantly refusing to move your eyes from Chris.
Liv places her hand on yours rubbing your knuckles softly trying to provide you with some sort of comfort until Chris came back. She also tried her best to block you from the view of the fans, making sure you werenât on camera.
The four boys laughed loudly as they left the group of fans, Arthur and Chip heading straight to the car they has hired, where as Bach and Chris made a b-line to you and Liv.
Chris smiled brightly at you until he noticed the tears streaking your cheeks and his face dropped rushing over to you. Liv walked over to Bach quickly pulling him away from you and Chris making him mutter questions of curiosity.
Chris slipped his arm around your waist guiding you through the crowd of fans, who were pushing and shouting for the youtuber but his only focus was on you.
As the crowd pushed more, you stumbled slightly making a sob leave your lips pulling at Chrisâ heart, âYouâre okay. Itâs okay. Everything is okay.â He whispered soothingly into your ear as his thumb traced soft shapes on your hips.
Once you were out of the crowd, Chris pulled you aside cupping your face in his hands, âHey, hey, whatâs wrong?â He asked softly, swiping away the stray tears on your blushed cheeks.
You shook your head not trusting your voice as he tried to meet your eyes, âWhat happened?â He asked again, in the same delicate tone.
âNothing.â You hiccuped, âI just panicked thats all. Itself stupid.â
Chris shook his head moving his hands to sit on your back pulling you into his embrace, âitâs not stupid,â he muttered, kissing the crown of your head.
You sunk into his hold inhaling his scent, slowly regulating your breathing as rubbed his thumb on the center of your back gently.
âYou ready to go home?â He asked, pulling away for a second looking down at you with an adoring expression.
You shook your head, âWe have to go celebrate with Arthur.â You reminded him.
Chris looked at you dumbfounded, âI donât think heâll mind.â
Chris lookedback at the car, which held all of your friends, and Arthur poked his out looking over at the couple giving them a thumbs up.
âLetâs go home, and get food, and we can watch whatever you want.â Chris suggested, and you gave a defeated sigh, âletâs go, gorgeous.â
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SVT Social Media AU Fic RecsᥣđŠ Part III

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Main Recs Masterlist
âŁPart I // Part II // Part III
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Choi Seungcheol
âThe Way Backâ by @suhnshinehaos
Gn!reader || rapper x actor, angst, fluff, some humour ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シfans reminisce on your relationship with seungcheol

Kwon Soonyoung
âLet Me Hear You Sayâ by @cherrycheolliesc
Fem!reader || YouTuber au, friends to enemies to lovers, comedy, angst, fluff ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シafter not seeing each other for years, Yn is ecstatic when she finds out all of her friends will finally be in the same place at one time. but unfortunately an unwanted situation turns a 12 year friendship into hateful relationship between yn and soonyoung. as things grow sour between them, their group gets tired of it and tries to fix things.
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âThe Roomieâ by @zo-byeol
Fem!reader || roommates au, fluff ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シkwon soonyoung and his friends need a roommate. (y/n) just got evicted. It sounds simple enough, but really, is anything ever simple?

Jeon Wonwoo
âTo My Youthâ by @viastro
Fem!reader || love alarm inspired au, slice of life, fluff, humour, angst ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シin a world where everyone finds out who loves them within a 10 meter radius through the app love alarm, confessing your feelings without the use of the app is no longer considered normal. however, you refuse to download it in hopes that youâll be able to fall in love without being dependent on love alarm.
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âBack To Youâ by @seventeensmaus
Fem!reader || brother's best friend, fluff, humour, angst ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シy/n and mingyu are twins. they are pretty much inseparable along with their childhood friend seungcheol. the three live together in an apartment. y/n has never met mingyuâs friends. that is until one day she finally does and sees someone from her past.
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âCluelessâ by @hanniedream
Coworker au, fluff ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シWonwoo and you are were both oblivious idiots.

Lee Seokmin
âSunshine and Sunflowersâ by @shuastruck
Fem!reader || college au, sort of childhood friends to lovers, fluff, humour, angst ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シwhen you entered college, the last thing you expected was to see your childhood friend lee seokmin in a sea of unknown faces. but just as you had expected, he didn't even remember you in the slightest. you didn't blame him; he had moved away in first grade and how many people remembered their best friend from kindergarten? but that didn't stop you from falling for his cute smile and sweet personality, so now you were stuck in love with a boy who barely knew your existence.
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âWe Have Chemistryâ by @seungcy
Fem!reader || college au, slice of life, fluff ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シBeing a biology major was difficult enough along with juggling an internship at a hospital. So how about adding some cute guys to your internship to spice it up a bit? Can you balance it out?
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âWhat Is Love?â by @cupidhaos
High school au, cupid au, past life au, fantasy, fluff, angst ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シseokmin never expected to fall in love with a human - especially one that was supposed to be with somebody else

Chwe Hansol
âTwo Minus Oneâ by @twogyuu
Fem!reader || uni/recent college grads au, strangers to lovers, fluff, crack ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シWhatâs a better way to find love in the modern day than through dating apps? Eight months after his breakup with his long-time girlfriend, Vernon is finally ready for the dating scene once more - or so he thought. Finding the new game of love more challenging than he remembered, he reaches out to you, Chanâs best friend and legendary wing woman, for help.
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âLie Againâ by @escapewriter
Fem!reader || idol au, soulmate au, fluff, humour, slight angst ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シa world in which various types of the soulmate system apply, you just so happen to have one that is completely stupid; being able to hear what your soulmate thinks of. however, when your soulmate hums a certain tune, you cant seem to get it out of your head.
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âčąć¨Łĺš´čŻ : HYYH : Golden Yearsâ by @sw1mmingfoolz
Fem!reader || college au, eventual roommates, angst, fluff, slowburn ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シwhen vernon and y/n realise their partners are cheating with each other, they strike up an unlikely friendship trying to figure out how it all began.

Unspecified Endgame
âFeverish Lipsâ by @sunlightwoo
College au, mafia au, fluff, angst ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シyouâd think that because itâs the first semester of the year, itâd be like the beginning of a roller coaster when its slowly becoming climatic and stressful. however, once youâre at the top of the point you have two choices: scream your lungs or quickly hang onto your life support. sadly in your case, you can either suck it up and get through it, or get involved in its loops in tangles with trouble that is bound to be met within every corner that you turn to.
⤡âLouder Than Bombsâ (Part 2 of feverish lips)
College au, mafia au, fluff, angst ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シthe past semester of your senior year was hectic after the winter ball, its events making it harder for you to get back into your old routine. a rollercoaster that you finally managed to get off of for a blink of an eye, when suddenly youâre strapped on once more. you think to yourself that maybe youâll make it to graduation in May; maybe alive.Â
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âHere Comes The Sunâ by @seokgyuu
Fem!reader || college au, slice of life, angst, comedy, fluff ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シwhat's supposed to be just another year of fun and games at one of south korea's top universities turns into a rollercoaster of emotions for you. stuck between best friends and former crushes, you try to find love, friends and most importantly yourself.
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âA Poem A Dayâ by @wooahaeproductions
Gn!reader || modern day cyrano!, fluff, romance, angst, comedy ||Â Status:Â Completed
â.ŕłŕż*:シWhen Mingyu literally falls head over heels for someone, he has no idea what to do. What happens when he gets help (and a little meddling) from his friends? it definitely wonât be boring, thatâs for sure.

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CRK Character Analysis and Theory: Hollyberry Cookie
Hollyberry is so, painfully overlooked. And I think it's almost by design, really. She's a cheerful, strong-willed character who's never really seen to have been really upset, other than when the truth about White Lily was revealed. Sure, there were subtle signs of her struggle, but never anything that really stuck or was obvious enough that 'it seemed important'. This led to the fandom joking around about her traumas, dismissing what she experienced and acknowledging all the Ancient's hardships, except for hers. She became the joke of the group, the "Except Hollyberry" meme.
And yeah, it's funny when looked at in a quick, general view. It's also sort of...not fair on her. She suffered the same as the other ancients, just because she doesn't scream "I'M TRAUMITISED HELP ME", it doesn't mean that she doesn't have problems.
She may not be like Pure Vanilla, who lost his entire kingdom. She may not be like Golden Cheese, who returned to everyone she loved being dead. She may not be like Dark Cacao whose son tried to kill him, or like White Lily who has to experience the maddening guilt of the consequences of her own actions, but that doesn't mean that what she does experiences should just be dismissed because they're seen as "not as drastic as the others".
Hollyberry has always been shown to be a very family and relationship-orientated person. She cares for them a lot, and visibly cherishes her relationships with all her friends and family. It is her shame of being incapable of protecting them that made her flee, she deemed herself unworthy of being able to protect them. or calling herself not just her family's protector, but her kingdom's protector. This happened after she watched Pure Vanilla basically sacrifice himself to save them and the rest of Earthbread from Dark Enchantress, which she didn't. couldn't do anything to help. And she had been gone for so long, that the Hollyberry Kingdom had to start a contest to try and find a new heir. That entire time, did Hollyberry blame herself for "her failures? For the entirety of however long the period between the Dark Flour Wars was, to the present day?
Eventually, though, she does come back. She comes back and saves her kingdom from Pitaya again, so all is well. Right? Except not really? I've already mentioned that she's a family-oriented person. She defeated Pitaya with the help of Princess Cookie (and Knight Cookie), Princess Cookie who she basically missed her entire childhood of. She never got to see Princess Cookie grow up. The family lost Tiger Lily Cookie while she was gone, and she couldn't do anything. Because she wasn't there. Once again, she has failed them.
She's the Queen Mother again, she's come back and is the hero again with the shield and she defeated Pitaya Cookie once again. She got everything back, without getting any consequences from her disappearance. Pitaya returned because she had abandoned her kingdom. She's the 'hero again' and 'got her shield back again' because she threw them away in the first place. They lost Tiger Lily Cookie and they still haven't found her granddaughter, yet somehow the kingdom sees fit to call her the Queen Mother.
She may have all of this, but does Hollyberry actually think she deserves all of this? Is this not all stuff she would feel she should blame herself for? That she should feel guilt and shame for? Hollyberry has gotten her status back, but she hasn't gotten back the one thing that she cherishes the most. That is the close relationship she had with her family, because of just how long she's been gone. Like, during their reunion? Royalberry personally regarded Hollyberry only one time. The first time he'd seen his mother in who knows how long, and it was him questioning if it really was her or not. Almost like they're just...close strangers. To me, it didn't seem like a familial relationship or a reunion. Probably because that entire part was mostly focused on them talking to Princess, with Hollyberry in the background despite showing up finally for the first time in forever!
Despite the episode being about her, it felt like she didn't belong.
Moving on from the alienation within her own family, I think her drinking problem is really, really overlooked. Seriously, her fondness for drinking is one of her most notable character traits, often portrayed as a part of her hearty and celebratory nature. But there's a fine line between enjoying the drinks in moderation and using it as a coping mechanism. She drinks so much, that Wildberry Cookie is asked to watch over her and monitor her (presumably by Jungleberry as stated in the Legend of the Red Dragon storyline. Also, the fact that a third party has to be the one to ask, and be concerned about her drinking habits??? That it wasn't even her own son, that it was her son's wife. That Jungleberry decided to help, intervene not through confrontation, but indirectly through someone else.)
She drank so much, she literally had a goblet that would never run out of berry juice!
("Hollyberry Cookie's Never-drying Goblet: A goblet that is always filled with berry juice, full-bodied and fragrant. It gets refilled the very next instant one takes their sip, hence the "never-drying.")
Hollyberry drinks so much, in the past and now, that even her friends and the people who know her dismiss her actions and go as far as to even just assume that what she does in her free time, is drink berry juice.
Hollyberry's frequent indulgence could be seen as a means of numbing the emotional pain she feels, particularly in response to her failures and feelings of inadequacy. Her idealisation as a hero, protector, and "Queen Mother" might place immense pressure on her to appear unbreakable, pushing her to hide her vulnerabilities behind her jovial personality and a tankard of berry juice.
It's confirmed that when adventuring, she used to take on an alias name. Take on a different identity, hiding who she is as Hollyberry (the legendary hero, the ancient cookie, the queen of a kingdom), to simply be Sweet Pinkberry Cookie. This felt the need to use another name when travelling, Tarte Tartin Cookie knew her as Sweet Pinkberry Cookie, and the Dragon City knew her as Sweet Pinkberry Cookie, she specifically instructed Wildberry to keep her true name a secret and to call her by her alias while within the city. This could have been a method she used to have used to escape her duties and expectations as "Hollyberry Cookie", which had been tied to her name. Her responsibilities definitely weigh down on her, and it seems like her method of dealing with them is to run away. Whether it is through drinks, or through physically hiding who she is and leaving for an adventure. This is ironic, considering her CRK skill is quite literally her charging forward with her shield.
It is through obligation, and her will to protect those she cares about, like Princess and Knight during the Hollyberry Palace story, that she stands strong and firm as a shield. That's what she's passionate about.
Hollyberryâs coping mechanisms are more subtle but no less significant. Her drinking, cheerful facade, and detached family life all suggest an internal struggle that is often dismissed due to her strong appearance. Her trauma is less about obvious scars and more about the quieter toll of endless battles, unspoken regrets, and the pressure to remain a symbol of strength.
The way Hollyberry is perceived reflects a common issue in storytelling: characters who donât display their trauma in overtly painful ways can be seen as having âlessâ to deal with. However, Hollyberryâs struggles with alienation and possibly self-medicating behaviour reveal a more subtle picture of a hero who, despite her laughter and strength, is quietly weighed down by the guilt she feels.
Now, into more...theorising territory. Specifically, how I think Eternal Sugar's story will go.
Hollyberry's drinking and avoidance are not just coping mechanisms; they also tie into the theme of sloth in a...nuanced way. Sloth is traditionally understood as laziness or a reluctance to act (WHICH CAN BE SEE IN THE HOLLYBERRY PALACE STORY), which can also manifest as emotional avoidance and a failure to confront difficult truths (GET OUT OF HER PURE VANILLA THIS AIN'T ABOUT YOU still love you though <3). For Hollyberry, her drinking and retreat from her responsibilities reflect a deeper avoidance of her guilt and emotional turmoils. Rather than addressing the pain of failing to protect her family and friends, she withdraws from it, numbing herself with berry juice and pretending that everything is alright.
She seeks solace in alcohol, allowing herself to temporarily escape the weight of her responsibilities. While drinking may seem harmless on the surface, it represents the passive avoidance of the emotional work needed to heal and make amends. This is where sloth comes into play. It is not the lack of physical activity or courage since Hollyberry is brave and strong, but rather a reluctance to face uncomfortable emotions.
Her drinking can also be seen as a way of slipping into complacency, allowing herself to remain stuck in a cycle of self-pity and guilt, rather than taking active steps to repair the damage done to her family relationships. The choice to rely on alcohol becomes an act of sloth, where it's easier to drown her sorrows and pretend they don't exist than confront them.
Each trial the Ancients had gone through so far had been related to the Beasts and their previous virtues. Pure Vanilla learnt Knowledge about the witches, about the beasts, about White Lily, and had to face a cruel mental quiz by Shadow Milk. Dark Cacao had a battle of will as he travelled up a seemingly endless journey, and had to keep his resolution as he watched all the people he cherishes fade into flour. While for Golden Cheese, it isn't clear yet what it is her trial will be, there has been quite a literal sense of destruction for her (cough cough đ cough cough), and with her hiding the Soulcheese and all she cares about in a vault to avoid having them be destroyed in the following battle against Burning Spice Cookie). It would be safe to assume that the trial Hollyberry would have to go through would be emotional by nature as well, which conveniently fits the issues currently being discussed.
The theme of sloth in her character arc highlights how emotional avoidance can lead to great suffering, not just for herself but for those around her. By choosing not to face her pain, Hollyberry leaves her family to suffer the consequences of her absence, most notably the loss of Tiger Lily Cookie. Her Sloth is not just about failing to act physically, but about failing to engage with her emotional responsibilities. She allowed her guilt to paralyze her, keeping her from returning to her family and from offering the protection and love she knew they needed. Though this has been resolved, the emotional difficulties haven't, and rather, they've all been glossed over.
I believe that Eternal Sugar will use this against her, as her virtue is Happiness. In relation to sloth, happiness can sometimes be a way to avoid dealing with difficult emotions or responsibilities. Rather than actively pursuing genuine fulfilment, one might settle for a superficial, temporary happiness that prevents them from engaging with deeper, more challenging aspects of their life. This type of happiness can be slothful, as it involves choosing the path of least resistance, avoiding discomfort or personal growth. This fits in perfectly with Hollyberry's use of alcohol, avoidance, and happy attitude,
For Hollyberry, real happiness would come from reconnecting with her family, healing from her guilt, and accepting responsibility for her actions. By avoiding these challenges, she sacrifices the possibility of deeper happiness in favour of a shallow, slothful contentment. The cost of this avoidance is not only her own emotional well-being but also the relationships that matter most to her, as her absence leads to greater harm for her loved ones. In order to overcome Eternal Sugar, she'll need to learn to finally confront these problems. Finally learn to properly heal, and not rely on the berry juice to solve her problems.
#fyp#cookie run kingdom#cookie run#crk#cr kingdom#hollyberry cookie#eternal sugar cookie#character analysis#fan theory#the jokes are fun at all#but i've seen so much#i wonder if people genuinely think she hasn't experienced any trauma
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thereâs been no way for me to say (that i felt a certain way)

Synopsis: natasha romanoff has loved you for ages and she could never seem to get it right.
pairings: natasha romanoff x reader
genre: college AU, fluff and angst.
warnings: angst?
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natasha met you in a very peculiar way.
it started at a friends of a friends party, in some internet starletâs brooklyn loft.
drinks were going around, the music was loud, the smell of marijuana was very strong. she doesnât quite remember itâ after having been to a bunch of parties they all seem to blur into oneâ but she knows it was enough to leave a lasting impression on her.
sheâd heard your piercing laugh from across the room. you, in a tight tank top and some black slacks. she could see the shine of sweat against your skin, the colorful lighting of the room making you seem so beautifully human.
everything sort of froze in the coming moments. she watched as you took your top off without a second thought. you were about to shotgun a beer and you stood tall as you did it atop the kitchen island. you didnât need the attention, nor did you want it, but you had it.
it was a simple behavior. but it stayed with natasha long after you had crushed the beer can and tossed it on the floor somewhere.
natasha thinks you never notice her staring for the rest of the night but you do.
weeks later she sees you again at another party.
clint, wanda, tony and everyone else joins her this time. she isnât surprised when she sees you. it was the same crowd, similar friend groups. but this time you made it easy for her to approach you.
somehow you end standing next to eachother near where all the drinks had been laid out.
"hey," you said, voice casual but warm. "didnât expect to see you here again."
natasha smiled, though she hadnât expected to talk to you at all. nor did she think you noticed her. "i guess we have similar taste in parties."
you laughed lightly. âguess so."
there was a beat of silence before you added, âyou know, you were kinda staring at me last time.â
natasha froze for a second, unsure how to respond. she hadnât thought youâd noticed. but before she could stammer out an excuse, you were already grinning.
âiâm just messing with you. it was funny. i didnât think anyone would care enough to notice me.â
natasha was relieved, yet still unsure if you were actually joking. either way she felt this was going better than she planned.
the night wore on and you guys carried easy conversation. natasha was still unsure how to even approach talking to you. she felt kind of shy. so she improvised by making references to things she didnât think youâd get, but you almost always did.
you dropped a reference to something obscure, a movie natasha had once obsessed over, and natasha stared at you for a moment longer than was socially acceptable. she couldnât stop herself.
âyouâre really into that, huh?â she said, and just like that, the bond started to form. it wasnât immediate or instant, not the kind of connection that screams âbest friends forever.â no, it was something stranger, something subtler, like two different puzzle pieces that had almost fit, only to get pushed back together by sheer happenstance.
âyour references are spot on.â you laughed. natasha smiled at how easy you made it for her to be around you.
you and natasha started seeing each other more, slowly building this weird, unspoken routine. sheâd text you at random, making some kind of sarcastic comment or joke only you would get, and youâd shoot back a meme that only someone with your specific sense of humor would understand. over time, you both ended up in the same circles, passing each other in the hallways of the university, at class, at partiesâalways just a little bit more than acquaintances, but never quite crossing into the territory of âbest friends.â
there was something comfortable about it. easy, even. but for natasha, it was also strange. the more she saw you, the more she felt like there was something else there, something neither of you wanted to acknowledge. maybe it was a crush. maybe it was more than that.
it wasnât as though either of you had been completely oblivious to the passing of time, to the fact that you were both growing older, moving through college with the same bittersweetness that everyone else felt. and yet, there was still this distance between you, an unspoken barrier that neither of you had broken down.
natasha thought about you a lot more than sheâd like to admit. how she so badly wanted to cross the line between friendship and something more.
by senior year, natasha couldnât ignore it anymore. her feelings for you werenât just fleeting glances or passing thoughts. they were there, constant, sitting beneath her skin, running through her mind like a song she couldnât shake. but it wasnât just a crush. it was more. she could feel it. she knew it.
the desperation kept getting worse.
it was a slow burn.
you were months set from graduating, natasha felt it was time sheâd try to test her luck.
it was late into the evening at yet another partyâmusic blaring, laughter echoing through the crowded living room, and cups of cheap beer littering the tables. one last semester before graduation, before the "real world" set in. natasha was sitting on the couch, leaning against the back with her legs stretched out in front of her. her eyes roamed the room, scanning for someone to talk to. and then she saw you.
you were in the middle of a conversation with clint and wanda, your hands animatedly gesturing as you told some wild story about a disastrous trip to the beach, the kind of tale that had everyone in stitches. natasha couldnât help but smile from across the room. there was something magnetic about youâhow you lived so fully, how you pulled everyone into your orbit without even trying. natasha had been watching you for months now, always on the edge of your space, always wishing she could be more than just a silent observer.
she didnât know when it startedâwhen the simple admiration had turned into something else. but now, as she watched you laugh with your friends, something in her chest tightened. this wasnât a crush she could just ignore.
it wasnât the first time natasha had thought about asking you out. but tonight felt different. maybe it was the proximity of graduation, the sudden realization that this was itâthat you both were on the brink of leaving behind this chaotic, unmoored time in your lives. she could either stay on the sidelines or take the chance.
she stood up, smoothing out her jacket and walking across the room. her friendsâclint, wanda, and samânoticed her approaching and exchanged knowing glances, all but daring her to make a move. natasha could feel the weight of their stares, but she ignored them. she focused only on you.
"hey," she said, stepping into the conversation, a little breathless from the nerves sheâd kept hidden.
you turned, giving her that warm smile you always did. "hey, nat! whatâs up?"
"not much, just wanted to, uh, ask you something," natasha began, her usual confidence faltering just a little.
âi was thinking about heading to this bar later, just to get away from all⌠this,â she gestured vaguely to the party around them, âand i was wondering if you wanted to join me? for drinks. just us. you know, before we all get caught up in the whole graduation mess.â
it was casual, maybe too casual. but natasha didnât want to make it seem like a big deal. not with everyone watching.
there was a pause, just a beat too long, before you looked at her, a faint frown pulling at your brow. you were processing. âuh,â you hesitated, glancing at your friends.
clint, wanda, and sam all turned their heads at the same time, giving you the slightest raise of their brows. you bit your lip, clearly unsure, and natashaâs heart sank a little at the hesitation.
"i mean," you said slowly, looking back at natasha. "weâre friends, nat. i just⌠iâm not sure."
it was a gentle rejection, but it stung all the same. natasha swallowed, masking her disappointment with a shrug. "no, yeah, of course. no pressure." she let out a quiet laugh, her hand rubbing the back of her neck, trying to laugh it off. "i was just messing with you. don't worry about it."
you nodded, a small, apologetic smile on your lips. "i mean, iâd love to hang out more, justâ"
"totally fine," natasha interrupted, her voice light but edged with something that made her own heart ache. she smiled, keeping it neutral. "maybe some other time."
she turned away quickly, but she felt your eyes on her as she walked back to the couch, her friends watching the entire scene unfold. clint raised his brows, and natasha just shook her head, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing how deeply that small exchange had affected her.
but inside, it stung. it stung more than she cared to admit. it wasnât just a small rejection. it was the fear that maybe you had noticed her feelings all along and were just too scared to say anything about it.
that night, natasha tried to sleep, but her thoughts wouldnât stop racing. you were everything she had wanted, but in this strange, liminal space, neither of you had been brave enough to admit it.
weeks passed, the semester came to an end, and graduation day loomed on the horizon. natasha and you both moved on in your own ways, starting to make plans for life after college. but something lingered. something unsaid. life became a little more faster, and faces got a little older.
you reached out to her a few times. it was never the same as before. it was different now, with this strange tension lingering between you both. but you kept in touch, as if you both were afraid of letting go of something that might have been, something that might have still been.
and maybe it was ridiculous, natasha thought, but she was okay with it. she had loved you for years, and maybe that was the most honest thing she could admit to herself.
because even if you two had never been the closest of people, youâd always been there. always in the background, always in between. and somehow, that was enough for natasha. enough for her to hold on to the hope that maybe, one day, youâd both be able to finally figure it out.
it had been two years since you both left the university. two years where natasha had started a career in marketing, constantly moving up, climbing the corporate ladder while trying (and failing) to suppress the things she didnât want to feel about you. she had dated, of course. a couple of short-term relationships, nothing serious. but nothing had ever lasted, and she had never quite understood why until now. the answer had always been there, hovering just out of reach, in the form of a text, a call, a passing thought about you.
as for you, youâd moved across the country for a job in graphic design. you didnât think much about natasha at first. life had been busyânew city, new friends, new routineâbut every now and then, you'd wonder if she'd thought of you. if she remembered how everything had felt when you were both on the brink of something, but never quite dared to cross the line.
and then it happened.
it wasnât planned. it wasnât expected. but one saturday evening, natasha found herself sitting at a bar in brooklyn after a long week at work. sheâd had a rough day. one of those days where everything felt like too much. and then, as she nursed her gin and tonic, she heard someone call her name.
it was a voice she hadnât heard in what felt like forever.
ânatasha?â
she turned, already recognizing the voice before she even saw your face. and there you were, standing in the doorway of the bar like a memory coming to life. your hair had grown a little longer, and you looked different, older in a way that made Natashaâs heart skip a beat. but you were still youâthe same you who had been in those parties, those late-night study sessions, the one who had always made her laugh with a look or a passing reference.
for a moment, neither of you said anything. just stood there, eyes locking, as if trying to figure out whether this was real.
âi didnât know you were in new york,â natasha said, her voice betraying the sudden weight in her chest. she couldnât keep the smile from forming, even though she tried.
âi wasnât planning on being,â you said, grinning. âwork sent me here for a few weeks. i was meeting some friends, but itâs been a while, so i thought iâd just see if you were around.â
it wasnât exactly casual. but you both knew it wasnât entirely random, either. it felt like fate had decided that you two were finally going to do this.
you sat down, and the conversation flowed as naturally as it always had. the awkwardness of the past melted away. you didnât need to pretend anymore. there were no more games, no more hesitations.
just you and natasha, picking up where you left off, though this time, the space between you felt a little different. there was an understanding now, a quiet knowing in the way you both spoke, a recognition that time had done its job.
âsoâŚhowâs life?â natasha asked, pushing her drink aside and leaning in a little closer.
you shrugged, but there was something different about you too, something less guarded. âitâs been alright. busy. but you know how that goes. iâve been thinking about home, though. aboutââ you paused, then looked directly at natasha. âabout people i should have kept in touch with.â
natashaâs heart was thudding in her chest, but she kept it together. she was a master of hiding emotions, after all. âyeah?â she asked, her voice softer now.
âyeah,â you said, with a smile that made natashaâs stomach flutter. âitâs funny how things work out. you donât realize what you miss until youâre standing in front of it again.â
time had always been a strange thing between natasha and youâsomething both distant and close at the same time, like a thread that wound its way through your lives, never quite snapping, always lingering. youâd known each other for years, seen each other at parties, shared quiet moments, and laughed at the same jokes. but all that time, there had always been a hesitation. a space between the two of you, filled with somethingâsomething both of you had been aware of but had never dared to name.
it was the kind of thing that was easier to ignore in college, easier to pretend it wasnât there while you were both busy with classes, with your lives, with the thrill of being young and not yet knowing what you wanted out of the world.
but that something between you had always been there, pulling at both of you, quiet but undeniable. the way you caught each otherâs eyes a little too long. the way your conversations turned into something more meaningful without either of you intending it. the way natasha would see you at parties and catch her breath for just a moment. the way youâd smile, as if you both knew, but neither of you was brave enough to act on it.
youâd both dated people. tried relationships. but it had never lasted, had it? there was always that nagging feeling in the back of your mindâsomething missing, something not quite right. as if your lives couldnât fit together because they werenât ready to yet. you didnât have the words for it, and neither did natasha. but you both knew. you always knew.
the things that had once seemed complicatedâlife, timing, fearâsuddenly didnât feel as big as they once had. there was a quiet honesty between you now, as if you both had grown enough to stop pretending you didnât feel it. the awkwardness, the hesitation, the âmaybeâ that had been there before was gone.
it was you. it had always been you. and you knew it too.
âso,â natasha said after a beat, her voice softer now, quieter than before. âwhat are we doing here, really? weâre not strangers. weâve known each other for, what, almost four years now?â
you looked at her, your lips curling into a smile that didnât hide the tension in your gaze. âweâve known each other longer than that,â you said. âweâve always known.â
âi think iâve always been afraid of this,â natasha admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. âafraid that iâd say the wrong thing, or that it would mess things up between us. that maybe the timing was never going to be right.â
you nodded slowly. âiâve been afraid of that too.â you paused, then added with a wry smile, âi was never good with timing.â
âmaybe we donât need perfect timing,â natasha said softly, her gaze meeting yours with something she hadnât let herself feel beforeâa quiet certainty. âmaybe itâs just the right time now. after all this time.â
you didnât answer right away. you didnât have to. instead, you reached across the bar, your hand brushing gently against hers, and just like that, it all clicked. there was no more hesitation. no more waiting. you both knew what this was, what it always had been.
âyeah,â you said, your voice low and certain. âi think youâre right.â
and that was it.
#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow#black widow x reader#marvel#natasha romanoff imagine#wanda maximoff
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