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Tell when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk? Steve Harrington x fem!reader Part 1/2

Summary: (Name) and Steve were best friends growing up, spending every summer together at the villa in Martha's Vineyard. But what happens when they inevitability grow apart and meet again at the age of 23?

Warning: Some mentions of alcoholism, sexist language

Word count: 10k

Note: Hello everybody! A heads up there’ll be details in this that I’ve possibly gotten incorrect about the US I’m not from there so please be nice!! This was also written for the fun of it and there’ll be a bit of the old miscommunication trope but we move guys. This is for the three people that are still reading Stranger Things fanfiction in 2024 I see you and raise my glass to you. It’s also in part inspired by the summer I turned pretty, let me know in the comments if you’re team Jeremiah or team Conrad the age old debate. Anyway enjoy!

She remembered the first time she had met Steve Harrington. Their fathers had been roommates in college but had lost touch after graduation. They then reconnected in their 30s and decided that the perfect way to catch-up was a trip to the Harringtons’ beach house in Martha’s Vineyard.

She had sized up the boy in front of her, he was small and had brunette hair that his own mother seemed to keep trying to smooth down. Her grip tightened on her pool floatie.

"This is Steve. Remember daddy told you about him?" Her mum reminded her.

Her dad had indeed told (Name) all about Steve. How they were the same age and he was so sure they'd 'get on wonderfully'. She had been cross since her holidays were usually just her and her parents, not her dad's 'college roommate' and his family.

She'd never had trouble making friends but meeting new people made her nervous. She hated how parents forced you to play with other kids just because they were your age. At eight years old she already plenty of friends, why did she need anymore?

"For god’s sake darling perk up a bit?" Her mum sighed, ushering her forward.

"Hi." The boy-Steve said.

"Hello." She replied back, voice a little quieter.

Her mum rubbed at her temples. "Vivienne would you mind watching the kids whilst I go take a quick nap? We've been travelling for god knows how long."

Vivienne Harrington smiled at her. "Of course, go get some rest."

Her mum stifled a yawn then pressed a kiss to (Name’s) forehead before she left.

"I’m just gonna be over there reading my book if you kids need me.” Vivienne told them, going to lie down on a lounger. She had a margarita in one hand and in the other a book named "flames of passion." That was a strange name, wasn’t fire just hot-not passionate?

"I have no idea what my mom’s book means either." Steve suddenly spoke as if he could read her mind.

"Why do you say 'mom' and not mum?"

He shrugged. "The same way you say 'mum' instead of 'mom'."

She nodded at him it was a fair answer. "Your accent is still funny though."

"No it isn't."

"Is too!"

"That's not fair your accent is definitely weirder than mine!" He said defensively.

"Be nice Steve." Vivienne called out.

Steve let out a huff. "I'm always getting in trouble, My dad tells me off the most though, for things I haven't even done. It's so annoying."

"We should just ignore our parents.” She suggested. Steve begun to grin at her and she was pleased to discover she liked the sight of it.

“You’re funny.” He said.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

There was a certain camaraderie between them back then. They were two lonely children in a massive villa, often pushed to the side when their parents wanted to drink barrels of wine and smoke Cuban cigars. It would have been an unbearably long summer if they had not quickly become such great friends.

She knew they were best friends when her mum took them to the fair and they won matching bracelets in some fairground game. The two bracelets had blue plastic beads, and had the initial of their first names in gold. She had the ‘S’ bracelet and he had the other. It may have seemed like nothing special, but they both loved that they had something that matched. It had solidified their friendship.

During the long months between those summers, they would have the occasional phone call. Her father tutted at her that international calls were ‘just too expensive’, this sentiment she wouldn’t actually appreciate until she left home and started making her own calls. She once proposed they write letters to each other, the summer they were 10.

“We should write letters.” She said to Steve, an ice lolly in her hand.

He scrunched his sunburnt nose as he thought. “Why can’t we just talk on the phone?”

“Our parents barely let us do that and besides it could be fun!”

“I don’t know-“

“Steve come on!”

“Well I don’t want to.”

Her smile faded. “Why not?”

He sighed. “I-I find reading kinda hard.”

“What do you mean?”

“Reading is different for me than for everyone else, the words get all-twisted up.” He looked away self-consciously and fiddled with his matching bracelet. “And it isn’t like I don’t try, I really do! I just can’t get it to make sense.”

They were both silent for a moment. Now that she was 10 they had moved onto more advanced books in school with words like: Inconspicuous or Ambiguous, that she had puzzled over before she knew what they meant. But for words to get twisted up? She had never heard of that happening to a person. But Steve was one of her best-friends and the last thing she ever wanted was for him to feel bad.

“I happen to know there’s a lot of things you are good at.” She said, causing him to gaze up at her. “You can do a handstand, you can name every character from Star Wars, you can do really cool doodles.” She let out a giggle at the last one. “I also remember you telling me how this year you hit the most home runs out of anyone on the baseball team and how great your grades in maths were. There you go!”

Steve begun to smile at her, he had the best smile out of anyone she knew. “Thank you.”

She slung an arm around her friend. “Who knows maybe we can sneak a few extra calls without our parents noticing?” He let out a laugh.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Steve was the best holiday companion she could have asked for. Whether it was riding their bikes to go get ice cream or staying up late to watch scary movies praying their parents didn’t remember they were still awake. When they would arrive at the start of the Summer she would sprint down the drive way and fling her arms around him in delight. But when they hit 14 something began to change, it even seemed like her bracelet knew. The blue beads and gold S were fading in colour and the string fraying.

Due to her catching a bizarre summer cold they had to delay their arrival to Martha’s Vineyard by 2 weeks. That was 2 weeks lost hanging out with her best friend she only saw once a year, a sentiment she had melodramatically expressed to her parents when they had made the decision to delay the trip. So, when they finally arrived and she eagerly shot out the car she was disappointed to see Steve was not there waiting. Instead, she was sweetly greeted by Vivienne Harrington, who enveloped her in a gentle hug. She noticed Vivienne smelled vaguely of wine, which was odd since the adults didn’t usually drink until after midday. It was currently 9am.

As they pulled away from the hug (Name) peered around the drive.

“He’s off with some of the kids next door.” Vivienne told her knowing exactly what she was thinking.

“Kids next door?” She asked. “What happened to that old couple?”

“They sold their house to a family a few months ago, there’s a nice boy and girl in about your grade, he’s been hanging out with.”

This news made something in her stomach twist, she was quiet for a few seconds too long.

Vivienne placed a hand on her arm. “I wouldn’t worry though you’ll always be his best-friend.”

She managed a small smile. “Okay.” She of course loved her mum but Vivienne seemed to understand her more at times.

“Darling, can you come give us a hand with the suitcases please?” Her mum called out to her.

“I’ll be there in a second.” She replied.

“Go help your mom and dad and then you can give me a hand making some cookies.” Vivienne said, with a glint of mischief in her eye, a look that Steve had definitely inherited from her.

A few hours later the cookies were out the oven filling the kitchen with a scent so sweet she nearly forgot about the wine she had smelt on Vivienne. (Name) was perched up on the counter swinging her legs as she watched Vivienne place the cookies onto a large plate. A familiar footfall approached the kitchen and in strode Steve, he gave them both a wide grin.

Vivienne shook her head in amusement. “Steve you’re trailing sand all over the kitchen, clean it up or otherwise your dad’s gonna blow a fuse.”

“Sorry mum.” Steve apologised, even though he knew she wasn’t annoyed in the slightest. Vivienne Harrington could never be angry with her son.

“You took long enough!” (Name) exclaimed happy to see him but also a little pissed.

“My bad, I was surfing with Tyler.” He noted the confusion on her face. “Tyler’s from next door he’s a fun guy…” His voice trailed off.

At 14 she had begun to feel much more aware of the social hierarchy amongst kids of her age. And whilst she wasn’t really at the bottom she was most definitely nowhere near the top where Steve was. She knew if they went to school together they probably wouldn’t be friends, but in the summer all the usual rules were suspended. She didn’t mind Steve hanging out with people, she just had a nagging feeling that Tyler would cause Steve to realise he could do much better in the way of friendship.

“And he also has a sister-Margo, she’s even better at surfing than Tyler. I think me and Tyler were gonna head out tomorrow afternoon if you wanna come?” Steve gingerly offered.

However this was Steve she rationalised, he wouldn’t drop her for someone he’d known for a few minutes, when they’d known each other for years. And if he thought this Tyler and Margo were cool then they probably were!

She drew a breath in and forced herself to smile. “Sure, sounds fun. I’m sure I’ll really like them.”

“Great!” He happily said finally pulling her in for a hug. “I’m so glad your finally here, the past 2 weeks have sucked without you.”

So he had missed her after all! “I wanted to come sooner I swear.”

He pulled out of the hug and jokingly narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure you didn’t fake being sick in order to miss the horror movie marathon.”

Every June there was a day where a series of classic horror films were shown on tv, an event that scared them both, although Steve had always been better at hiding his fear.

She nudged him with her elbow. “Don’t pretend you haven’t been sleeping with your lamp on.”

He folded his arms. “Our rooms are right next to each other, so tonight you’ll see how wrong you were.”

“I imagine I’ll hear lots of crying instead then.” She teased making him playfully roll his eyes.

The rest of the day passed by in relative ease with the two of them catching up over what they had missed and by the time the next day came she was certain that they were going to have a great summer! Until she met Tyler.

Surfing had never been a sport she’d mastered. For one her parents had forbidden her to try it, stating it was far too dangerous and she could try when she was older. The couple of times she had sneakily tried on Steve’s board she had wiped out within seconds. So when it came time to meet up with Steve’s new friend she knew she’d be marooned on the shore whilst they glided across the waves.

“They should be here somewhere.” Steve said scanning the wide expanse of the beach.

In the distance a guy waved in their direction before beckoning them over, Steve jogged on ahead of her.

Steve performed some kind of handshake with the guy. “Hey man.” They chatted for a moment while she watched on feeling slightly awkward.

“Tyler,” Steve said as if he’d just remembered. “this is the friend I was telling you about?”

Tyler nodded at her as she introduced herself.

“How come you don’t have a board?” Tyler asked her.

“My parents won’t let me surf, I mean they don’t even let me ride a bike without knee pads. Maybe if you wrapped me in bubble wrap they’d let me!” She explained with a nervous laugh, Tyler didn’t seem amused.

“I thought you were gonna use mine?” Steve reminded her.

She shook her head, not in the mood to make a fool of herself. “Maybe some other time but thanks.”

“But you’re already in a wet suit… you’re just gonna watch then?” Tyler asked.

“Well yeah I guess.”

Tyler didn’t bother to reply. “Steve you go wanna go in?” He asked her friend.

Steve nodded. “Yeah let’s do it.” He looked to her for a moment. “Do you mind staying here?”

“No not at all!”

He stood for a moment looking hesitantly at her.

“Tyler, I’ll catch you up.” He said, Tyler clapped him on the shoulder and headed for the water.

“Steve go, I’ll be fine I swear.” She said in reassurance.

“Promise?” He asked sticking his pinky out, she laughed at the gesture.

She connected hers to his and firmly shook it. “Promise.”

He pat her arm before going to join Tyler in the ocean. Her fingertips grazed where he had touched her arm, her skin felt all tingly. She settled on the sand, pulling her knees to chest. She watched the two boys surf, feeling a pang of longing. There were so many occasions where she wished her own anxiety didn’t ruin things for her.

The boys eventually emerged from the sea talking animatedly about the waves and what days in the coming week would be best to go back out. She stood back up when they grew closer to her.

“Good I’m guessing?” She ventured.

“It was fucking amazing!” Steve exclaimed.

“I gotta head out but 9 at mine later?” Tyler said to Steve.

“What’s happening at 9?” She quickly asked, cringing at her eagerness.

“Not much, was just gonna have a few people over to hang out.” Tyler said then immediately turned back to Steve. “Will you be able to swipe some of that vodka?”

“Yeah I reckon it should be fine, no one’s really touched it in I don’t how long.” Steve then glanced to her. “Can she come too?”

She felt her face heat up, feeling like someone’s tag along little sister.

“Yeah if she wants.” Tyler answered flatly. “Are you sure it’s her vibe?”

Her ‘vibe’? What the hell did that even mean?!

She frowned and opened her mouth to reply when Steve jumped in. “It’s totally her vibe, we’ll both be there.”

When Tyler had finally left, she gave him a sceptical look. “You’re not really going to steal vodka are you?”

“Well, I might, what’s wrong with that?”

“The fact that you’re a dead man if your dad finds out.”

Steve grinned at her. “Only if he catches me.”

“Steve really, please be careful.” She warned.

“I will be.” He promised her.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Clyde Harrington tended to be someone she had very little to do with. He was polite when they had to interact but had never showed very much interest in her beyond that. He only went on the summer trip to spend time with her dad, meaning everyone else mostly fell below his notice. And yet Steve simultaneously went unnoticed and noticed, finding himself getting laid into for the most miniscule of reasons. There was always some larger issue that every lecture circled back to, last summer it had been his grades in English. It was not as if she could really step in as her mum or dad would remind her to ‘respect your elders’. She could at least be grateful they scolded her far less than Clyde did to Steve.

She had finally selected a cute sun dress after an hour of trying to determine what outfit embodied having ‘a few people over to hang out’. She went to knock on Steve’s door to see if he was ready to leave but there was no response. She tried again, still nothing. She went downstairs to see if he was waiting for her there.

Downstairs was completely void of life and chatter, the adults had long since gone to the country club for dinner. As she moved through the kitchen, she started to hear faint voices drifting through the open doors that led to the patio. She figured out it was Steve and Clyde, wasn’t the latter meant to be out? She hung back not wanting to interrupt.

“Do I get to meet these new friends of yours?” Clyde asked.

“Maybe dad..I really should be heading out-“

“-I like the sound of this Tyler, he’s the sort you should be associating with.” There was the noise of ice clinking in a glass. “(Name) is a lovely girl, but I was beginning to think you were a real little bitch from the amount of time you used to spend together.”

Steve seemed to ignore the comment. “Shouldn’t you be at dinner?”

“I had to take a business call, I’ll go soon.”

“The same type of business call I overheard the other month?”

“I wish you would stop bringing that up.” Clyde snapped. “You know for a fact it meant nothing.”

“And yet you’re still hiding it from mom.” Steve angrily pointed out.

“I’ll tell her in my own way, it is none of your concern!”

“I’ll tell her if you won’t!”

“You do that and I send you to military school. You’re on thin ice Steven, best to not fall through.”

There was a pause.

“And take that bracelet off you look like a fucking girl.” Clyde hissed.

“I’ll see you later.” Steve cooly said.

Clyde hummed in response, the glass clinking again. Steve stormed into the kitchen before she had a chance to hastily leave. His eyes widened upon seeing her.

“I-I didn’t mean to listen I’m sorry.”

His jaw was clenched. “Let’s just go.” He muttered blazing past her.

She hurried after him as they left through the front door.

“Steve?” She called out as he walked ahead of her up the drive.

She grabbed him by the wrist forcing him to stop and look at her.

“What?” He sighed.

Nothing had really prepared her for this situation, she was usually great at giving advice but now she found herself speechless. So instead she settled for tightly winding her arms around his neck, he stood there limply.

“It’ll be okay.” She murmured.

“No it won’t. How can it ever be?” He whispered pulling away. “I-I don’t wanna talk about it can we just go to the party?”

She gazed at him in concern. “Are you sure that’s a good-“

“Can we please just go to the stupid party?” He snapped, eyes welling up.

She knew he was upset and probably didn’t mean it but she still felt a twinge of hurt.

She nodded. “Sure of course we can go.”

He took his bracelet off and slipped it into his pocket, she didn’t mention it.

When they arrived at the party she struggled to fully relax knowing how much pain her best friend was in every time he laughed slightly too loud at a joke or a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. She was surprised to find that Tyler’s friends didn’t end up being all too bad. Then again anyone was a major upgrade from him! Just when she was starting to have fun someone suggested they play truth or dare, Tyler snarkily remarked to Steve that he hadn’t played that game since the sixth grade. They were all sat in a circle, Steve was sat in the circle opposite her, he’d been avoiding her since they arrived. She fidgeted on the floor trying to get comfortable.

“Hey mind if I sit here?” A girl about her age asked Steve.

“Yeah, feel free Margo.”

The girl-Margo giggled at him as she sat down next to him, he gave her a bashful smile. She felt she should dislike Margo but her cute outfit was making it challenging to do so, she really wanted to ask where she’d gotten her skirt from.

“Truth or dare?” Tyler asked her.

“Truth.” (Name) cautiously said.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?”

“You know what skip me.”

“No skips.”

“Well no..I haven’t.” She admitted.

Steve finally stopped ogling Margo and looked to her.

“You’re kidding right? You’re what 14…” Tyler laughed.

She wished the ground would open up and devour her, like one of those giant sandworms from Dune, she’d recently read it.

“Steve I’m gonna give you a dare.” Tyler told him.

“Aren’t we going around the circle?” Steve replied, dread knotted in her stomach knowing where this may be going.

“It’s my party, my rules. And I dare you to kiss her.”

Her heart speed up, as she finally made eye contact with Steve, they were both in total abject horror. She didn’t hate the idea of kissing him but she was not about to have her first real kiss in front of a bunch of strangers.

“No.” She told Tyler.

“What?”

“I said no.”

She saw Steve let out a sigh of relief.

“Why.”

“Because I don’t want to.” She said with a glare.

The room grew tense as Tyler glared back at her, he let out a huff. “Steve, you’ll just have to kiss someone else.”

Steve looked around the circle, she hoped it would be anyone but- Margo leant forward and quickly kissed him. (Name) grit her teeth as they both pulled apart smiling shyly at one another. There were a chorus of ooos at the sight.

Tyler lightly punched Steve’s arm. “Not my sister man, Jesus!”

“She kissed me, I don’t know what to tell you.” This made Margo chuckle.

“See it’s not so hard.” Tyler smirked at her. “You don’t have to be such a fucking baby.”

She got to her feet. “I’m done, Steve are you coming?” She asked.

Steve glanced to Margo for a moment who had linked her arm through his. “I think I’ll stay actually..I’ll see you back home though yeah?”

Her chest felt constricted as she stared at her friend, she was too furious to even speak. She turned her back to the group and left the room as people snickered at her. She waited outside for a few minutes in case Steve changed his mind, but he never came. Humiliated and exhausted she gave up and went home.

When she arrived back at the house, she found Vivienne awake smoking outside the front door. “Sweetie how come you’re back so early?”

“I was tired.” She lied.

“Is Steve still at the party?”

“Yeah I think so...”

“Did you guys get in a fight?”

“Sort of, his friend was picking on me and he wouldn’t leave with me..”

“That boy.” Vivienne sighed. “I’ll have a word with him.”

“No, no it’s okay please don’t!” (Name) exclaimed. The last thing she wanted was to look even more uncool than she already felt.

“I’m sure you’ll make up tomorrow.” Vivienne assured her, she took a final drag of her cigarette then stamped it out with one of her wedges. “Come on hunny let’s get you to bed, everything feels better in the daylight.”

She nodded forlornly as Vivienne put a comforting arm around her.

“Doesn’t Clyde hate you smoking?” (Name) asked.

Vivienne waved a hand. “Believe me he’s done worse.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

The next day came and Steve never apologised, if anything it felt like he was avoiding her. If he wasn’t going to bother with her then she wouldn’t with him! However, following three excruciating days of distance she’d finally had enough. One morning after breakfast, she caught him on his way to go surfing. She was reading by the pool and put her book down when she saw him. “Hey.”

“Oh hi.”

She held the book to her chest. “Where are you off to?”

He lifted up the surfboard, bracelet still gone. “Thought I’d go whilst the beach was nice and empty.”

There was a silence between them that for the first time felt uncomfortable.

“I’m gonna go..” He started to walk away.

“Wait.” She blurted out, he stopped. “I-I feel like you’re avoiding me.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“That’s a lie, you just don’t want to be friends anymore!”

“It’s not that I don’t want to be friends with you-I just think we need some time apart..” He faltered.

“Time apart? I should be taking time away from you with how you treated me at the party.”

“Look Tyler was out of line but that’s just what he’s like, it was a joke.” He explained irritation strong in his voice.

“I thought jokes were meant to be funny.” She snapped. “You should have stuck by me, I’m your best friend.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t want to leave a good party because you were being fucking sensitive.” He snapped back.

“You know what Steve take as much space as you want, go be friends with that dickhead Tyler for all I care.”

He gave her a dirty look. “Grow up.”

“Says the pussy who nearly cried last night.” She hissed.

Hurt briefly flashed on his face, she wished she could take it back as soon as she said it.

“I didn’t mean that I’m sorr-“

“Just leave me alone okay?” He icily said.

When she was later alone in her bedroom she removed her bracelet and threw it into her bedside draw, slamming it closed.

The argument meant Steve spent the rest of their 14th summer off with Tyler and Margo. (Name) kept to herself, no matter how dull it was at times. She wanted to reach out but didn’t know how long it would be before she could.

One night in September it felt like it was time. She prayed he would pick up figuring it was late afternoon in Indiana, he would hopefully be back from school. Instead, she was met with the monotonous voice of Clyde Harrington.

“Hello?” Clyde asked.

“Hi Mr Harrington is Steve there?”

“Ah it’s just you. No he’s at basketball try outs.” He explained not sounding pleased in the slightest to be speaking with her.

She sighed. “Can you ask him to call me when he’s back?”

“Very well.”

She didn’t want to stay on the phone any longer than she had to.

“And-tell him I hope he’s enjoying high school, I know he was nervous.”

Clyde snorted. “My son nervous? Nonsense he’s made of stone like his old man.”

Despite how angry she still was with Steve she was annoyed to hear his dad speak about him in such a blasé’ manner.

“I think there’s more to him than people realise.” She replied bluntly.

“Watch your tone, or I’ll be having a word with your father.” He said gruffly. “Is that all?

“Yes-bye.” He hung up before she even had the chance.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Steve never called her back and just like that they were no longer friends. It was like a punch to the stomach. By the next summer any remanence of the sweet guy she’d known had been erased. They’d begun to butt heads over the stupidest things: who got to call shot gun, who got the last piece of dessert, who knew the most about some inane topic.

As the years went by she grew used to hanging out on her own in the summer. Her routine changed without Steve in it, for one she was getting through twice as many books. The summer they were 17 he bought a vinyl player for his bedroom which made any reading she wanted to do in her own a challenge. He had been testing her patience more so than the previous few visits to the house. It had been three full years of arguments and snarky looks that had led her to banging on his door mere seconds away from strangling him.

Steve opened his bedroom, peering down at her in disinterest. “Yeah what?”

She gave him a blank stare. “You’re serious right? The music Harrington.”

Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours blared from behind him. “What music?”

“Always with the sarcasm.” She rolled her eyes. “Can you just turn it down?”

“What’s the magic word?”

“What?”

“The magic word.”

“What are we six?”

He smirked. “No but you’re acting like it.”

“If I say please will you turn it down?” She sighed.

“Sure.” He agreed.

“Fine. Please will you turn it down?”

He pondered for a moment.

“No.” He said before slamming the door in her face, she heard him laugh from the other side.

“You’re fucking insufferable!” She seethed kicking his door.

The summer only grew worse when she discovered Steve’s friend from home was coming to visit. It was a guy named Tommy, Vivienne had hesitantly described him as “very spirited.” He was probably spirited in the way of pulling the wings off flies, if Steve’s friendship with Tyler was anything to go by.

Tommy arrived in late July and would be staying until the end of August. She first met him at dinner one night. Steve and Tommy were the last to dinner, Steve was late for basically every meal. They looked as if they were in the middle of some elaborate story when they appeared at the table.

“I swear to god you crack me up!” Tommy laughed lightly shoving Steve’s shoulder.

They sat down at the table and Steve struck up a conversation with her parents, she had to give it to him that despite their differences he really knew how to charm them. It was obvious in how highly they spoke of him shaking their heads at what a shame it was the two weren’t as close anymore. She smiled a little to herself at how easily he was making her dad laugh.

“You got a nice smile there.” A voice said to her.

She looked up Tommy was staring straight at her.

“It makes you light up in a real pretty way.” Tommy smoothly told her.

“Thanks.” She replied, pleasantly surprised at the compliment.

“Anytime gorgeous.”

Steve frowned at both her and Tommy. “Stop being gross man.” He said to his friend in disgust.

She raised a brow at Steve “So someone flirting with me is gross?”

He gave her an exasperated look. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

She speared some broccoli with her fork. “Yes it was.”

“Stop trying to pick fights.” Her mum sighed at her.

“Sorry.” She muttered focusing on her dinner.

There was a pause. “As if you even know what flirting is.” Steve teased her.

Her grip on the fork tightened as she lifted it up. “Is it flirting if I shove this fork into your eye?”

“You’re utterly enchanting you know that?” He sarcastically said.

“That’s enough out of both of you.” Clyde warned. “Can you try get a long for five minutes?”

After a minute or so of the conversation returning to normal, she looked to Steve and secretly flipped him off a gesture he kindly returned.

“Hey hunny.” Vivienne said to her narrowly missing the exchange. “Have I told you about the event the country club are putting on?”

“What event would that be?” She asked.

“They haven’t done it in a few years but they’re putting on some charity gala towards the end of August. Loads of kids your age usually go, you should seriously think about it, I bet you’d have so much fun. Steve could even be your date!”

She let out a snort. “Steve really?”

He was pretty cute it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to have him on her arm. Provided he stayed quiet the whole time.

“I’m a prize catch you could do much worse.” He said through a mouthful of food.

Tommy grinned at her. “I’m kind of with her on this one, sorry buddy.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Anyway no pressure at all, just something to think about. We could even go shopping, just us girls.” Vivienne said giving her a wink.. She loved her mum but wished she was as fun as Steve’s.

Vivienne poured herself another glass of wine, spilling a few drops on table.

“Go easy love you’ve already had three glasses!” Her mum laughed.

Vivienne grinned and waved a hand. “Relax, we’re just celebrating Tommy’s first night here!”

Everyone laughed apart from her and Steve.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Later that night she was sat with her feet dangling in the cool water of the pool. She hadn’t been able to sleep, the suffocating humidity making her toss and turn.

“Mind if I join?”

She glanced up to see Steve stood next to her, cigarette and lighter in hand.

“Yeah, go for it...” She said confusion lacing her tone.

He sat down next to her and lit his cigarette.

He offered the cigarette and she took a drag. “Thanks...” She handed it back to him.

“Do you see the constellation there?” He said pointing high in the sky.

She squinted, still perplexed about what was happening. “No I can’t see it.”

He leant closer to her, she felt the warmth radiating from him. “Just look where my finger’s pointing.”

She followed to where he was gesturing to. “I can see it now.” She told him.

“That one’s my favourite, it’s the Hercules constellation, it’s one of the larger constellations.” He explained. “Did you know it’s got one of the brightest cluster of stars?” He smiled to himself as he took a deep drag.

Seeing him so earnest for the first time in years, made her soften a little towards him.

She sighed. “Steve, what’s going on?“

“It’s bad again.” He slowly said.

“What is?”

“What do you think.”

She suddenly understood. “Right your mum.”

They’d never really spoken about Vivienne’s issues with drinking, it was something they’d silently acknowledged like every time she accidentally broke a glass at dinner or tripped up.

“Have you spoken to her about it?” She asked.

“I’m not doing that again, I tried it once we just got into a huge blow out over it.”

“And your dad?”

He gave her a wry smile. “No chance of that! He can’t be bothered to engage with it since he’s the entire reason it’s even happening.”

“He cheated on her again didn’t he?”

He nodded. “Yeah. How did you know?”

His forehead looked pinched she wanted to reach over and smooth it. She clasped her hand pushing the thought away.

“Remember when we were like 14 and I overheard that conversation between you and your dad, yeah then.”

“I-I remember that night.”

“Me too.” She said quietly, then drew in a deep breath. “I’m really sorry about calling you a pussy for nearly crying, that was shitty of me.”

“I probably deserved it.” He joked.

She wondered if he would take the chance to apologise in turn to her for, but the moment passed and he didn’t.

“Why confide in me? Why not Tommy?”

His face softened. “I just wanted to talk to someone who understood.”

Her lips parted as she stared back at him, she wished she didn’t still care so much about him.

“It’s late I should go to bed.” Her voice cracked as she spoke.

“Night.” He told her, as she stood up.

She smiled weakly in response. “Night.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

The next day Vivienne took her into town to pick out a dress. From how animatedly Vivienne was speaking to her you’d never guess she was suffering through her husband’s infidelity.

“Vivienne is everything okay with you?” She carefully asked her.

Vivienne kept her eyes on the road as she drove. “I’m great, I’m about to go shopping with my favourite gal.” She replied affectionately.

“Are you sure? I’ve been getting this feeling that something is off..”

They stopped at a red light.

Vivienne glanced over at her. “You’ve gotta be more clear sweetie.”

“Did something happen with Clyde?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Subtlety be damned she thought!

“He cheated on you!” She exclaimed.

Vivienne’s face became sorrowful, the light turned green, they didn’t move.

“I’m gonna speak to you as an adult now, okay? My husband isn’t perfect he’s made god knows how many mistakes.” She briefly closed her eyes. “But the life he’s provided me with is good, safe and if you grew up the way I did security is everything. I have a place in the community, I have a son who needs me. So if it means having a husband that has the occasional fling then I’ll endure it.”

“But what is any of that worth if you’re unhappy?”

Vivienne didn’t respond. A car aggressively honked from behind.

She started to drive again. “Do you mind not mentioning this conversation to Steve?” She asked.

(Name) nodded. “Yeah of course.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

The conversation after a few minutes returned to normal, mainly Vivienne talking at her about what discounts the store offered and what style of dress would suit her. By the time they reached the store she was relieved to be away from the suffocating atmosphere of the car. Vivienne saw a friend of hers also shopping in the store and went to go catch up with them. (Name) flipped through the different dresses on the rails, when she stopped at one that caught her eye.

“That’d really suit you.”

She looked up to see Margo a little further down the rail a dress slung over her arm.

“Thank you.” She said intrigued as to why Margo was suddenly speaking to her.

Margo seemed to be able to read her. “I realised we’ve not talked much before...”

“No not really, I do appreciate the compliment though.” She said warmly. “Are you going to the gala as well?”

“You mean being dragged against my will by my mother, yes I’m going.”

“I don’t know it could be kind of fun, we get an excuse to dress up cute and it goes to charity, could be worse.”

“I can always spike the punch!” Margo joked.

“I’m going to be sticking with you for the night then. Out of curiosity why talk to me now? I mean we’ve neighbours for years.”

Margo considered this. “My brother’s fucking annoying and I noticed Steve’s not hanging around you much these days.” (Name) deflated at the mention of Steve. “And I guess I felt bad about what happened when we were younger…I’m sorry.”

“It was a long time ago and also not your fault, please don’t worry about it!”

“Even so I’m sorry for kissing him, it was obvious you liked him.”

“What me like Steve? I mean I can hardly stand him.”

“I don’t know about now, but that summer I mean come one! You were so devastated I kissed him you had to leave the party.”

“I left the party because your brother excuse my language-was being a prick.”

Margo nodded. “My brother is a prick, but you have to admit that it bothered you.”

It had really bothered her, only a few years later had she realised why it did. However to confess to it out loud would make the pain of that memory even greater.

“Anyway.” She said changing the subject. “Did you want to hangout sometime before the ball?”

“Sure.” Margo grinned. “By the way, if it’s any consolation me and Steve only lasted about a month.”

She let out a laugh as Margo waved goodbye to her.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

“You’ve really never been to a beach bonfire?” Margo asked her.

“No, I never really had anyone to go with. They’re not going to burn me at the stake are they?”

“Not on my watch! Trust me it’s a really chill crowd you’ll like them I promise.”

“I’ll take your word for it but I’m leaving if I see a stake.” She joked.

Margo snorted. “My god how old were you last time you went to a party?”

“Literally three months ago when I was back in London. I promise you I do actually have friends just not in Martha’s Vineyard.”

Margo swatted her arm. “We’re friends now aren’t we?”

(Name) pretended to think for a moment. “I can vaguely recall meeting you. What was your name again?”

“Ha Ha you are hilarious.”

Her and Margo had hung out a lot over the past few weeks and she had to admit it was 10 times more fun than mooning about the villa reading some old paperback.

They finally reached the beach, there was a clump of teenagers crowded around a roaring fire, stolen beers in hand. She tugged at the neckline of her black mini dress beginning to worry that this was a bad idea.

“These are a few friends of mine.” Margo said introducing her to a few people who gave her friendly smiles.

“Hey.” She said to the group.

“Where are you from?” A girl asked her.

The guy next to her elbowed her. “Where do you think genius?”

“Don’t worry you’ll get used to the accent.” Someone said from behind her.

She turned to see Steve with Tommy in tow. They hadn’t spoken much since their short conversation at the pool.

“I think this beach might be a little small for your ego Harrington.” She mocked.

Tommy laughed at the joke causing Steve to glare at him.

He regarded her carefully. “Why are you even here? Didn’t think this was kind of your thing?”

“How would you even know what my thing is?” She said dryly.

Steve smirked at her and was about to respond when Tommy cut in. “I know what my thing is, it’s pretty girls in little black dresses.”

Steve’s smirk was completely gone.

Margo wrinkled her nose. “I think I just threw up in my mouth.” Steve gave her a small smile. She nodded at him and he nodded back at her.

What Tommy said was such a line but she was having fun.

She faked disappointment. “I actually think this may be more of a midnight blue, that’s not a problem is it?”

“Not all.” Tommy grinned. “Doesn’t stop me from wanting to go get a drink with you.”

“Sure, let’s go.” She said before turning to Margo. “Do you mind if I go hangout with him for a while?”

Margo gave Tommy a side long glance. “Have a good time, but I’ll be keeping an eye on him.”

“I’ll be fine.” She promised her friend. “I’ll see you later okay?”

Margo smiled at her and rejoined the conversation with her friends.

Steve stared at (Name). “What?” She asked.

“Nothing.” He muttered.

She followed Tommy to a cooler where he took out a can of beer and handed it to her. He cracked open his own.

“So are you gonna let me take you to this dance then?” Tommy asked, he took a swig of his beer. “I figured it was best to be upfront, you seem cool and I’d like to take you.”

“You’re sure you’re not taking me just to piss off Harrington?” She teased.

“Why should it bother him, he’s got his pick of the ladies.”

Something twisted and sliced into her stomach. She covered her displeasure by sipping at her beer.

“What do you like to do when your back in Indiana?”

“That’s a very open-ended question.”

“I meant like what do you do for fun?”

He grinned at her. “All kinds of trouble. Hawkins is a small town you have to make your own fun, there’s only so much basketball you can play and school you can endure.”

“Are you on the basketball team with Harrington?”

“For now. If he doesn’t get his grades up next year coach’s gonna cut him. It’s a shame he’s a great player, not the brightest tool in the shed though.”

She furrowed her brow. “I disagree, I remember he made some maths championship thing a few years back.”

Tommy snickered. “What back when he was like 10 and math was like 2 + 2? He’s always forgetting essays and skipping class. Not even a community college will end up taking him.”

“I happen to think he’s pretty fucking smart so.” She said sharply.

Tommy smirked at her. “I didn’t realise you had such a hard on for him.”

“I-I don’t have a hard on for anyone.” Her voice wavered. “And unfortunately that extends to you.”

“So no gala for us then?”

“That depends on if you keep making snide comments.”

Tommy put his hand to his chest. “Hand on heart, I will be the nicest son of a bitch you’ve ever met if you just let me take you.”

She looked at him sceptically.

“I swear!” He said. “What’ll take for me to convince you?”

She smirked as she thought of a fitting way for him to redeem himself. “You have to strip off in front of everyone and run into the sea.”

There was no way he would do it-Tommy begun to tug off his clothes.

Her jaw dropped. “You’re actually doing it..”

People noticed him and start to wolf whistle and clap the more he took off.

He was now stark naked. “I’m trying to win a date with a very pretty girl.”

She laughed in shock as he threw her a wink and went running into the sea. It looked like she had a date for the charity gala after all!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

The sun piercing through her blinds the next morning stole her from any sleep. She slipped on a bikini and with a coffee in hand decided to face the day since she was already awake. When she made her way to the pool she was surprised to see Steve was already there, lazing on a lounger, lost in the music from his Walkman. She settled onto one of the sun loungers, leaving an empty one between them. She lay her sore head on the plush cushioning of the lounger. She regretted that extra beer she’d had last night. He noticed her sit down and put his headphones around his neck the music droning out from them. He had a sudoku book in his lap, one page was completed the other full of random sketches.

“So, you’re going to the ball with Tommy then?” He asked curiously.

“You don’t beat around the bush do you.” She said, opening the magazine she’d bought outside with her.

“It’s odd you’d settle for someone like him after binging all those old romcoms growing up.”

“It’s odd you’re this bothered by one date to some country club event.”

“I would’ve taken you.”

“That’s a lie, because you never even bothered to ask me Harrington.”

“You didn’t even give me the chance to ask!” He said in mock disappointment.

She slapped the magazine down. “What’s your agenda here huh? You had a chance to take me and then you didn’t, why is this bothering you so badly?”

“Because he’s a dick okay.”

“But he’s your friend how can you just say that about him?”

Steve sat up straighter. “Tommy’s the guy you toilet paper the principal’s office with not the guy you go to a charity gala with.” She rolled her eyes, he took off his sunglasses. “He’s cheated on every girl he’s gone out with okay. Last year it was my friend Pammy, this year it’ll be you.”

She shifted in her seat, uncertainty kicking in. “Well-what does it even matter it’s only going to be one date.”

He gave her a wistful smile. “Because you of all people deserve the best one date.”

Her head felt light at the compliment but she snapped herself out of it when she remembered who was saying it to her.

“I’m going out with Tommy and that’s the end of it okay?”

“I did try and warn you, but it’s your choice to make.” He said in disappointment.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

The night of the gala came around, she studied her reflection in the mirror as she applied one last coat of lipstick. The dress was a gorgeous cerulean, the same shade as the sea on a particularly bright day. She ran her fingertips across the silky fabric, it flowed like water under her touch.

There was a knock at her door, she glanced to her clock it was most likely Tommy since he’d said he call on her at about 6. Despite the warnings she was excited to go. She wasn’t expecting to fall in love tonight but she’d have a good time!

The door opened except it wasn’t Tommy behind it, it was Steve. He seemed stunned as he took in her appearance, her face grew hot.

“Are you going to say anything?” She shyly asked.

Steve shook his head. “Yes-yeah, you look really-“

Tommy with impeccable timing made his way to her door. “You look really sexy.” Tommy told her.

She glanced momentarily to Steve who went from being dazed to irritated.

“Thanks... Shall we?” She asked Tommy.

Tommy held his arm out to her and she took it.

“We’ll see you there man.” Tommy called to Steve over his shoulder. “He’s riding with his mommy and daddy.” Tommy remarked to her, oozing of condescension.

They’d only been at the event for half an hour before Tommy was whipping out his flask and spiking their punch.

“Here.” Tommy said handing her a glass of punch.

She took a sip and winced.

“Can’t handle your drink?” He cackled.

“No I can!” She coughed. “I just didn’t expect you to pour in so much.”

“How else are we gonna make it through this event? This thing is nearly as dead as my hometown.”

She pursed her lips. “I think the gala’s pretty great.”

And it was, the ballroom was decorated beautifully, people were dancing and laughing, everyone but them seemed to be having fun.

“I’m giving this another twenty, then you’re on your own okay?”

She thought of some way to salvage the evening.

“Why don’t we go dance?” She suggested.

Tommy considered it for a second then nodded. “Yeah okay.”

They moved to the dance floor, the music of the band vibrating through the floor. He placed one hand on her upper back as they danced.

“You know maybe we should go somewhere more private after this.”

She tilted her head. “You mean like getting some food at a diner after the gala?”

He chuckled and gave her a sultry look. “You’re so clueless it’s adorable.”

“I’m not so sure what’s clueless about that.” She said defensively, even though she knew.

He leant in closer to speak into her ear. “Enough of the games baby, don’t you wanna go have some real fun.” His hand trailed down to rest on her lower back.

She pulled away from him but he kept his hold on her. “I’m not going anywhere or doing anything with you.”

“But what else has this been leading to between us? I thought the point of tonight was to hook up.” Tommy said lowering his voice.

“I thought we were just going to hangout and dance, not just go off somewhere and fuck?!”

“Come on don’t be so naïve of course that’s what was going to happen, especially with how you’ve been teasing me for the past few weeks.” He snapped.

“That was just some light flirting and even if it’d been more that doesn’t entitle you to sleep with me.” She hissed.

“I didn’t realise you were such a prick tease.”

She let out an angry laugh. “I’m not a prick tease, you’re just a dick.”

His grip tightened on her. “Enough messing me about let’s go.”

“No.”

“Seriously this is ridiculous!”

“I said no Tommy.” A few other dancing couples started to look their way.

“Come on you fucking slut.” Tommy snarled.

As soon as he said those words she stamped down hard on his foot, he yelped in pain releasing his grip on her. She dashed off the dance floor, dozens of eyes staring after her.

“Where the hell are you going?!” Tommy yelled after her.

She ignored him as she hurried out of the room, her vision clouding over as she weaved her way through the masses of people. In her haste she accidentally banged straight into someone, she was both relieved and humiliated to see who it was.

“You know how to make an entrance.” Steve laughed but he grew concerned when he saw how distressed she was. “Hey what’s the matter?”

The room suddenly felt too crowded and loud, as if every soul in the room knew about the conversation she’d just escaped from. She was too upset to even speak.

“Do you wanna go get some air?”

She nodded.

She was glad she’d bumped into Steve and not any of their parents. He carefully guided her through the rest of the room and out into the country club gardens. They walked a little away from any partygoers.

“What-what happened?”

“I can’t believe him.” She said quietly.

“What did Tommy say to you?”

She let out a shaky breath. “What didn’t he say? I refused his very sweet proposal to have sex and so he called me a prick tease then a fucking slut. I knew he was no prince charming but wow.”

Steve didn’t speak for what felt like minutes, his face was darkened by a silent rage. “And where did you last see him?”

“On the dance floor.”

“Brilliant, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Wait don’t do anything here!” She panicked. “Not at least until we’re home.”

“And why shouldn’t I?” He asked eyes blazing.

“Because your dad is in there with mine, and all their smug friends. If you start giving someone a bloody nose you will never hear the end of it.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well I do.” She argued.

He sighed. “Fine, but as soon as we’re back home I’m gonna punch him so hard all his teeth fall out.”

“Good.” She agreed sitting down on a bench. “You’re not going to gloat that you were right and I was wrong?”

He sat down next to her. “Nah I think I’ll let you off the hook just this once.”

“I just feel so embarrassed, because I believed for five minutes that someone was actually interested in me. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No, I don’t think you’re stupid at all, I think that you’re 17, you liked someone and they ended up being an asshole. He should be embarrassed not you.”

She smiled at him sadly. “Thank you, Steve.”

He raised his brows at her. “You just called me ‘Steve’ for the first time in like three years.”

“Slip of the tongue, don’t go getting used to it.” She joked.

“That’s a shame, I miss hearing you say it. There’s a lot I miss.” He admitted.

“Me too.” She gently replied.

They both took each other in properly, he looked so breath taking in his suit it made her chest ache.

“For what it’s worth I didn’t even really like Tommy like that, I just enjoyed the attention.”

Their hands brushed and she saw his eyes briefly flicker to her lips. “He should’ve given you the respect you deserve, you look really beautiful and it shouldn’t be wasted on a guy like that.”

“You know the other day when you said to me that I of all people deserve the best one date? What did you mean by that?” She asked gazing up at him.

He placed a hand on her cheek. “Let me show you.”

Her eyes flickered closed as she begun to lean in.

“I mean wow this is unbelievable.” Tommy sarcastically said.

Her eyes flung open and she pulled away from Steve.

“You won’t fuck me but you’ll fuck him? The guy that can’t even read.” Tommy snorted.

“Tommy that’s enough.” She snapped.

“The hell did you just say?” Steve said getting to his feet and grabbing Tommy by his collar, this made Tommy laugh.

“Steve come on he isn’t worth it, let me talk to him.” She sighed.

Steve glanced to her and after a moment released Tommy, shoving him away so hard he nearly fell to the floor.

She walked over to Tommy. “You need to leave, okay? Head back to the house, pack all of your shit and go find a hotel.” She commanded.

“You know he has a girlfriend right.” Tommy said ignoring her.

“What?”

“Harrington’s got a girl back home, she’s cute too.”

She forgot about Tommy and turned round to Steve.

“You have a girlfriend?” She slowly asked.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes. I only told friends from school, I didn’t want to make a big deal of it by involving my parents.”

She strode away from them without saying anything. She heard Steve call out her name but she kept moving.

“Come on, please we can talk about this!” He exclaimed.

She stopped and glared at him. “A girlfriend, you have a girlfriend and you were going to kiss me?!”

He looked at her guiltily. “I’m not saying it was right, but her and I have been on the rocks for a while. She was probably going to end things when I went back home.”

“But you’re still with her now!” She yelled. “Maybe it isn’t perfect between both of you but she is still your girlfriend. What’s her name?..”

“Nancy..”

“Well Nancy deserves better than you kissing another girl and I deserve better than to be some secret holiday fling.”

“You know you’re more to me than that.”

“If I was you would’ve done this the right way.” She cried.

“I can’t be like you okay and over think everything constantly. So maybe the timing wasn’t amazing but at least I was finally up front about how I felt.” He snapped.

“There’s nothing honest about your feelings, if there was we would discuss why we’re no longer friends.” Now the tears finally slipped down her cheeks. “I know that you haven’t had it easy with your parents and I’m sorry about that but I don’t recognise you anymore. That boy I met when I was eight years old never would’ve done this to me.”

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I-I’m trying really hard to be better but it’s hard, it’s so hard.” He said voice splintering.

“I don’t want to hear anymore excuses, I’m done Steve.” She wiped at her eyes. “Do me a favour and tell my parents I went home because I felt ill.”

“Can I at least walk you out?”

“No. Please just leave me alone.”

He forlornly nodded. “Fine.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

By the next day Tommy was nowhere to be seen, he’d either listened to her or Steve had forced him out. The remaining few days of the holiday Steve and her completely avoided each other, it was like that summer they were fourteen except so much worse. She had made sure to hangout with Margo before she flew home and apologised for disappearing from the event.

Her family left a day before his and they could hardly make eye contact. She said her goodbyes to both Clyde then Vivienne who enveloped her in a hug. Then came Steve, neither of them were sure what to do or say, their parents were all busy talking amongst themselves.

“I know that everything between us isn’t great right now.“ Steve nervously began. “But you have to know how awful I feel..”

She folded her arms. “That still doesn’t change what you did.”

He nodded. “I know.”

His eyes were deep with sadness, she stared back at him in complete and utter pain.

“We need to go now if we want to beat the traffic.” Her dad called to her.

“Just a second.” She replied, before turning her attention to Steve. “A piece of advice, you once told me that I needed to grow up, maybe you should do the same.”

His mouth opened but no words came out, she gave him one last glance then went to the car, little did she know that would be the last time she would see Steve Harrington for 6 long years.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

#fluff #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader

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slut4daviii · 2 years ago

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character: k.bakugou

pt: 01/01

cw: bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial, dumbification, hate-fuck, aged-up, dom male, black reader, hardcore smut, degradation, third person, first story, humiliation, badly written ending, uneven pacing, kinda-sorta drawn out,

summary: “i fucking hate you.” he said, his hands bound behind him, “y’know, you really shouldn’t say things like that when my dick’s up your ass, katsuki”

a/n: minors | fem-aligned DO NOT INTERACT. i also haven’t written anything official in like a year and a half so, please tell me how it is

title: a fine line between love and hate.

wc: 900+

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[name] panted heavily with sweat trailing down his forehead, sliding beautifully down his toned chest, his grunts filled the air as he dug deeper and deeper into the whimpering boy under him. Every movement, every thrust, every bit of eye contact sent pleasure running along their veins.

a panting, frantically quivering ash-blonde hung mere inches in front of him. his body weightlessly hovering above the ground— a curtesy of [name]’s capture tool. The two moved in perfect sync, aiding greatly to the massive amount of pleasure already surrounding them. bakugou felt his stomach tighten with the knots of his release. His back arching into a perfect crescent, slightly allowing [name] to push deeper than before, send the hero into a daze, his eyes rolled back and his body convulsed.

“nghk! cum— m’cumming!” he cried endlessly, the words engraving themselves into his mind, sticking like a mantra he couldn’t bring himself to let go of. [name] grunted at the newfound tightness around him. He sped his trust, pushing bakugou closer and closer— edging him, forcing him to endure more stimulation. if it were anyone but bakugou, they would’ve said it began to hurt, but for him, pain was replaced with pleasure.

“unt uh, not yet, slut” another band slid down [name]’s body, the sensation crossing into bakugou’s. the cloth constricted around bakugou’s cock, the tip flushing a deep crimson.“ghk! [n-name]!” bakugou couldn’t think, his mind was melting under [name]’s touch, the pads of his fingers igniting a feeling bakugou hadn’t felt with anyone else— lust. a firm slap echoed around the locker room, the only response was a straggled chain of incoherent moans from bakugou. “you spent all year- fuck,” pleasure coiled around [name], halting his movement, if only for a second.

he rocked his hips, the tip of his overstimulated cock rubbing against every inch of bakugou’s slick, utterly delicate insides. “almost came” he let slip past his lips, the sound quickly being replaced by a chuckle, “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

another firm slap, bakugou shuddered, the skin stinging only for a second before [name] rubbed his hand over the area. “mngk! cum! w-want t’cum! p-please!”

“you didn’t answer my question.” [name] was toying with him, mind-fucking him, almost as well as he was doing his organs. “c’mon, the great dynamite can’t handle a few inches? can’t answer a question when his mind’s been fried by his classmate’s dick, huh?” [name] thrusted, eliciting a bittersweet groan from the boy who’d prided his whole existence on being stronger than others. “how do you think everyone’d react to you? being stuffed so full by my cock you can’t even think?”

bakugou almost moaned, his wrist and legs writhing against the firm bindings burning into his nerves. he couldn’t answer [name], or even form an insult. his mind was hinged on one thing, cumming. his pants got heavier and heavier, his mouth leaking an obscure amount of drool. “cum, pl-please [name]! i wanna cum!” he tried to push back against the brown-skinned boy, his eyes almost rolling backwards at the slight friction he received. “m’good! I’ll be a g’boy! so good! please! I want t’cum!!”

[name] cackled, satisfied with his work. “wow, bakugou! you’re really desperate, huh?” [name] looked at his discarded clothing, moving to reach for his phone. bakugou tried to move, tried to look, but the cloth tightened around him, another coming to neck. “mngh! cuhm! [n-name]” his moans came out labored, breathless and strangely pornographic. he was so desperate.

[name] started recording the ordeal, his phone camera glistening off the saltine liquid coating bakugou’s sickly sweet skin. “baku, look. you’re on camera!” he resonated, his voice laced with lustrous laughter. “c’mon, you gotta see this, you look like a complete whore!” bakugou, though bound and gagged, with all his senses taken away from him, tightened around [name], the feeling making the hero stutter. “f-fuck.” he worded. “really wanna cum?”

the response was immediate, a jumbled but absolutely chaotic nodding came from bakugou, his hair shaking in any way it could move. [name] licked his lips, his favorite thing about disheveling bakugou was how needy he got. “you really wanna cum?” bakugou, the best way he could, moaned, his muscular body constantly shriveling under the lustful gaze of [name] “more than anything! fuck me! fuck me! make m’cum! please! [name]!”

the way he pleaded made [name] weak in the knees, his composure becoming a distant memory. without noticing, he dropped his phone and tilted his head back, weakly pushing bakugou into a rhythm. “f-faster! I need it! I need y’big cock! fuck m’up! end me! cum in me! bred me [name]!”

“oh shit.” [name] gulped back his pleasure, the temptation almost too much. his hands gripped onto bakugou’s waist with enough pressure it bruised the boy. [name] pushed in one more time before pulling out until only his tip remained. he relentlessly thrust into the boy, his pent up emotions coming to the surface. bakugou rolled his eyes, the pleasure quickly encapsulating his body. his toes curled almost comically, the knuckles turning white.

“move th-the! can’t cum!” bakugou yelled, dazed. he couldn’t even form correct sentences. “cum pl-please! please [name]! can’t hold on!”

[name] twitched, the sweat around his body mixing with the sound of his cock drilling bakugou’s insides and the constant moaning of said male pushed him over the edge. “fuck! you want my kids?” he ripped the cloth from bakugou’s body, his cock throbbing for a second before thick strands of semen shot from his abused body. spasms overtook him and he began convulsing, the pupils of his eyes running to the back of his head.

white whirls spun around him, his hands clawing red streaks into his thighs, wanting anything to grip onto. He couldn’t do anything but let the stimuli run circles throughout his veins. when he came to, [name] was still thrusting, the sloppily put jabs hitting any and everything inside of him. “th-thank y-ou! thank you! thank you s’much [name]!” was all he could muster, straining to keep a consistent consciousness.

the now warm puddle of pleasure inside of [name] boiled over, and soon, he came undone. The white substance coating bakugou’s insides like a blank canvas. [name] kept his body pressed into bakugou, the two connected at their bases.

[name] was in utter heaven.

after a short period, [name] was able to even out his breathing, his lungs heaving against his ribcage— following the unbearable beating of his heart. he gulped, the sparse bit of saliva inside his throat barely able to coat the dryness now overwhelming his body. he, not wanting to, withdrew himself from bakugou replacing his cock with his hands, now wrapping them around the boy’s nape and thighs.

he undid his capture weapon, letting the half-limp body fall into his arms.

“tch, all that talk just to fall asleep after one round.”

bakugou nestled into his arms, moving his arm to cup around [name]’s face “I love you.”

[name] stopped moving, his brain not computing the phrase correctly. eventually his arms began stinging, the weight of bakugou’s sleeping body now straining his weakened body

he scoffed and continued to the showers. “I love ya too, baku.”

#male reader #black male reader #gay #mha smut #mha bakugo katsuki #kinda fluffy #first post #dom male reader #top male reader #seme male reader

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roanofarcc · 4 months ago

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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR → FATHERS, SONS, AND MONSTERS

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. || masterlist || ocs moodboard

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

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After the impromptu leg surgery on El, the entire group gathered around the fountain in the center of the mall. Sunshine found herself seated on the floor alongside Steve. There was a mix of her blood and El’s smeared down the skirt of her dress, even more ruined than before, and her hair had fallen out of Erica’s scrunching, frizzy, and knotted falling down her shoulders. The skin on her face was tender as the bruises really settled in.

She wasn’t the only one who was beaten up. Everyone looked worse for wear. El and her freshly bandaged leg, Steve and his black and blue face. Jonathan kept rubbing his back and wincing. Nancy with smeared makeup and a cut across her cheek. The other party members had minor scrapes and bruises. Even Calum and Tamera looked disheveled, fitting in with the group.

Sunshine wanted to go home and sleep for the next week, but they had to solve the issue of the Mind Flayer and the open Gate. She did her best to ignore her aches and pains as she listened to the party explain what they knew about the monster, while she rested her head on Steve’s shoulder.

“The Mind Flayer built its monster in Hawkins to stop El, to kill her, and pave a way into our world,” said Mike.

From where El sat on one of the benches, leaning against Hopper while he held a tissue to a cut across her forehead, she shook her head. “Not just me. Leia fought it too; it’ll be after her now.”

“Yeah.” Leia sighed, rubbing her bandaged arm. “And it’s not meeting around.” Her eyes were sunken in. She shared red stained skin under her nose like her sisters and little spider-webbed bruises down the bridge of her nose.

“It almost killed them,” Nancy said. “What was in El’s leg was just a tiny piece of it.”

“How big is this thing?” Hopper asked. Sunshine was thankful that, somehow, Hopper and Joyce found them. Having real adults there lessened some of the burden Sunshine felt.

Jonathan answered, “It’s big. Thirty feet, at least.”

Calum, who stood just slightly off the side with Tamera, made a noise between a gasp and a sharp intake of breath loud enough for everyone to flicker their attention onto him. “Holy shit,” he mumbled. “H-Holy…I think I saw it. In the woods. I saw s-something, but I thought I was just losing my shit!”

It was jarring, watching someone realize the things they all already knew, that monsters were real. It was far from an easy pill to swallow. Calum, Tamera, and Robin all looked a mix between confused, queasy, and rightfully frightened. If Calum had seen the Mind Flayer just easier that evening, that explained his daze behavior when Sunshine first ran into him and Tamera during their search for Steve and Robin. That, however, still didn’t explain their questioning of Sunshine or knowledge of the Lab.

Lucas cleared his throat, all of them visibly unsure of how to respond to their newest group members’ reactions. “Yeah. It’s massive. And, uh, it sorta destroyed the cabin…” Hopper sighed and all of his kids looked saddened, their first real home destroyed by a monster of all things. But at least everyone was okay. They could fix the cabin, they couldn’t bring someone back from the dead.

“Okay, so, just to be clear, this big fleshy spider thing that hurt El, wants to kill everyone.” Steve drummed his fingers against his thigh as he spoke, audibly trying to make sense of all the information they were getting. “And it’s some kind of gigantic weapon? But instead of, like, screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapon with…melted people?” Everyone nodded. He blew some air from his cheeks and muttered, “Fantastic.”

“Are we sure this thing is still out there?” asked Joyce, who sat between Will and Mike with an ever-present motherly concern twisted on her face.

“Yes,” Luke answered, quietly as he sat curled into himself. “I’ve seen this before. Well, sort of, anyway. All I know is that whatever is happening and is going to happen, it ends here with Billy and…” he trailed off, catching Sunshine’s gaze. “And with Sunshine.”

Under her cheek, Steve’s shoulder tensed. “What do you mean 'ends?’”

Luke shrugged. “I don’t know.”

The two drawings he had made, pinned side by side on his easel of Billy’s vague shadowy figure and her light-filled one were on the verge of being played out in real life. Luke’s vision was coming to life before all of their eyes. Sunshine didn’t know what that meant for her or Billy. Whatever ‘ends’ meant didn’t sound greatly optimistic.

“El and Leia beat the shit out of it, but this thing isn’t messing around,” Max added.

“But,” Mike cut in. “If we close the Gate again, we cut the brain off from the body and kill it.”

Sunshine forced herself to sit upright and peered at her brother with the smallest sliver of hope. “Luke, did you see that in your vision? Us closing the Gate?”

He shook his head. “Maybe if we do that before anything else can happen, we can end this before any of what I saw in my vision comes true.” It was a stab in the dark, but Sunshine wasn’t sure they had any other options.

“Hold on! Just…Just stop!” Tamera’s voice rose above everyone else’s. “You all are honestly telling us that there’s a monster in Hawkins? And it, what? Possessed that asshole Hargrove?” It sounded unbelievable, impossible.

“And it possessed others around Hawkins. Well, it possessed them and then melted down their bodies to create a physical form that the Mind Flayer could inhabit. Billy is its pawn,” Will tried to better explain, but to the ears of someone who had never faced such a threat before, it sounded even more insane.

“That can’t…” Tamera tugged at her hair, her eyes flickering back and forth between the group. Maybe she was looking for one of them to break, say sike and that they had made the whole thing up, but she was only met with serious looks. Her eyes landed on Sunshine. “And you! Y-You have fucking superpowers? That’s…I mean, you can’t…none of this is possible! None of this is real!” No one knew what to say to her. Her confusion and disbelief made perfects sense, but they had been through it before, and they knew what they were facing was very real.

Calum spoke up next, his gaze also falling on Sunshine. “Your tattoo. Hawkins Laboratory. What does that mean?”

She shifted uncomfortably, feeling hot under all of their sudden stares. “I don’t-” She wanted to tell them that they had to wait. As much as she wanted to know how they connected her to the Lab, she wanted to get the Gate closed and kill the monster that was actively hunting her sisters first. Calum, however, did not share the same urgency.

“Did you know my dad?”

That confused her even more. “I don’t…no? Why would I?” The man had been missing since Sunshine had returned to Hawkins. She only heard rumors about what happened to Mr. Miller. Most people believe that he just up and left his family, but Calum believed him to be missing. What that had to do with Sunshine, she had no idea.

“Because he worked there,” said Calum. “He worked at Hawkins National Laboratory, and he had his file that I found inside his office. It was some project he was working on before he disappeared. That file mentioned a subject Double-Oh-Seven several times. And then Tamera finds those very numbers tattooed on your wrist. You have to know something.” He spoke so quickly that it took everyone a moment to truly understand him. Sunshine’s body moved on autopilot, picking herself up from the floor.

She knew it would happen eventually. Eventually, her life would collide with someone who worked at the Lab. A part of her wanted to believe after the place was taken over by Dr. Owens and then shut down for good, everyone who had worked there fled far from Hawkins. She should have known better; there were residents still in Hawkins who were complicit in the crimes carried out inside that building. And now she stood face to face with one of their sons.

“Your dad worked at the Lab?” Nancy shook her head in disbelief, stepping closer to Sunshine so she stood shoulder to shoulder with her. Her gaze was hard set and her arms crossed over her chest. “Did he work there before for after it was taken over by new management two years ago?”

Calum’s brows furrowed. “I don’t know. He’s been missing for two years. He disappeared around the same time Will Byers did and just before you,” he pointed at Sunshine. “Came back. I need to find him and you’re the last shot I’ve got. I need to know if you knew him and if you know where he went or could have gone.”

“I-I…” Sunshine sputtered, at a loss for words.

“Wait, I have of picture of him. It’s kind of old but look.” He pulled a notebook out of his backpack and flipped a couple of pages before he shoved it into Sunshine’s hands, pointing to the image of two men standing together, shaking hands and looking right at the camera. Her chest constricted, tightening with fury and pain. Two men, lab coats over their shoulders and the smallest glint of pride and recklessness in their eyes. Cowards, monsters, men.

Calum Miller’s father posed beside Dr. Brenner, shaking hands in a way that solidified their partnership, their experimentation on little kids they stole.

Sunshine knew exactly who Calum’s father was. She wasn’t face-to-face with him nearly as often as she was with Dr. Brenner. There was usually a pane of glass standing between them, a table, or a couple of feet that he refused to close. She remembered his wire-framed glasses and short blond hair. She remembered how much younger than Dr. Brenner he looked like the man had taken Calum’s father under his wing. His gaze had watched her, calculating and plotting under the surface of his icy blue eyes.

The notebook slipped from her hands, landing on the ground face up, exposing the photograph. Sunshine stared at Calum, really looking at him. He didn’t wear glasses like his father, but his eyes were the same shade of blue and his hair was only slightly longer. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t pieced it together before. Had she been too blinded by her hope that everyone from that place was long gone, monsters tucked away from the rest of the world drowned in guilt about what they had been a part of?

The fear hardwired in her brain from the Lab kicked in. She stumbled backward, nearly tripping over her feet as Calum called out her name and tried to reach for her. Sunshine flinched, hard. Her arm was caught by Nancy, who held her upright as the urge to crumble overwhelmed her. Calum looked confused, oblivious as Sunshine felt sick to her stomach.

It was El who broke the silence as she peered at the photo on the ground. “Bad man.” She sank back into Hopper, eyes narrowed with hurt and anger.

“What?” Calum shook his head. “No, no, no. My dad wasn’t…isn’t a bad man.” He sounded so sure, so confident, but Sunshine knew exactly who his father was.

“Your dad was his partner?” Sunshine tried to keep her voice steady, but her chest felt on fire.

How could someone go about their lives as normally after working in the Lab? How could someone have a child but still carry out experiments on other people’s children? Did he see Calum in the little kids he watched inside the Rainbow room? If Calum had lived in Hawkins his whole life, that meant his father went home every night, knowing that Sunshine was in the Lab while her parents hung up missing posters. His father saw the effects of what he did on the families, and on the children, and not once did he feel enough remorse to tell someone. To help them or, at the very least, stop? Sunshine and her siblings were forever plagued with inescapable nightmares and physical scars because of people like Calum’s father.

“Partner,” Calum parroted. “My mom said he had a bad partner, but that my dad wasn’t a bad person. Do you know who his partner was? Do you know where my dad might be?”

Too many things fizzled inside of Sunshine, emotions she didn’t even have a proper name for.

“Your dad took us,” she said, voice low and wavering. “He and his partner. T-They took us from our families.”

Calum blinked; confusion written across his face. “No. No that can’t be right. That’s not true.”

“Your dad experimented on us, for years.” He helped Dr. Brenner turn him into weapons, stealing away any source of love and comfort they once had or could have had with their families.

“No!” Calum said. “No. He wouldn’t…he couldn’t have.”

Sunshine took a small step forward, shaking off Nancy’s hold on her arm. “You don’t know anything about him, do you? About what’s he’s done?” Because that was something you’d hide from your family, especially your son. To Calum, Dr. Miller was some stand up, boring, suburban dad. And while Calum attended school and lived his childhood unbothered, his father was in the Lab, helping Dr. Brenner carry out experiments.

Calum grew defensive, also taking a step forward. “He’s my dad. I know him!” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself. “I know him, okay? Y-You…you’re lying. You have to be lying. He wouldn’t do that! He’s never hurt anyone!”

Anger outweighed all of Sunshine’s other emotions. She felt her face flush with a biting sort of rage. “I’m lying? I was there!” Tears welled up in her eyes, melting down her bruised cheeks. “For ten years I was there!” For ten years she endured all that the Lab had done to her. It wasn’t fair that while she and her siblings were suffering, people like Calum’s father could pretend like nothing was wrong and like they were doing some right and important thing.

“I saw what he did. I was that subject in his file. This,” she held out her tattooed wrist. “Is what he and his partner did to us! W-We were just kids!”

Three, with his body crumbled on the floor, beaten to death. Ivy, her bones shattered and eyes missing. Countless other kids were locked away in rooms, connected to colorful wires as they forgot who they once had been. They all had been written off as missing person cases gone cold, forgotten unless they were one of the very few who escaped. The blood on the hands of every single person who had stepped foot inside that Lab could never be washed away or forgiven, not after all Sunshine and her sibling had seen and done. Every experiment, every punishment, everything fell back on the Lab, Dr. Brenner, and Dr. Miller. And for ten years, that was all Sunshine knew, time she’d never get back.

Sunshine was nearly nose to nose with Calum, crying and shaking. Someone placed a hand on her shoulder and carefully pulled her away as Hopper placed himself in between the two teens. Joyce held onto her, letting Sunshine bury her head in her shoulder. Hopper had said something to Calum, but his words felt silent in her ringing ears. Her life continued to come unraveled, no matter how many times she tried to keep it nice and neat in a ball close to her heart.

The world buzzed around Sunshine, moving in waves of static and leaving her in a noisy spiral that clashed with her thoughts. The plan on how to close the Gate was being discussed, jobs dished out, as she sat on one of the food court counters, hugging her knees to her chest as she stared unfocused out at the mall. Everyone had split up into different groups, talking strategy, tending to wounds, or reeling from information.

“Hey.” Steve approached her with a soft smile. “I found a first aid kit.” He placed it on the counter in front of her before taking a seat beside her. Sunshine wordlessly opened the kit and started to rummage around for band-aids and alcohol pads to clean off both of their slightly busted faces, but her hands shook badly. She was so twisted up and anxious that the world blurred around her. It felt like her heart was trying to claw its way out of her chest. She felt herself cracking, slipping in her composure.

“Sunshine?”

She tried to respond, but her tongue was heavy in her mouth. Her mind spun with everything that had happened in a sort twenty-four hours. Another round of tears burned her eyes as the supplies in her hands slipped back into the back.

“Hey, Sunshine.” Steve turned his body fully toward her, their knees knocking. Sunshine pressed her fingers against her temples and squeezed her eyes shut, begging for it all to just stop. She couldn’t catch her breath. No matter how hard she tried to suck in air, it wasn’t enough to fill her lungs. “You’ve got to breathe, Sunshine.” But she couldn’t; it felt like she was dying.

A warm set of hands grasped her shoulders, rubbing thumbs against her skin in circles. “We’ll figure all of this out, I promise. But right now, you’ve gotta come back to me, all right? Just breathe.”

She felt too far away, stuck inside her head and increasing fears.

Beside her, Steve shifted until he was standing directly in front of her, at the edge of the counter. There was nothing to be said. Instead, he enveloped her in a hug. Sunshine buried her head in his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart as she tried to slow hers down.

They stayed like that for a little while, until Sunshine felt a little more grounded. Her bloodshot eyes stopped leaking tears and she could catch her breath. As her vision came back unblurry, she lifted her chin to look at Steve. The blood stain on his collar made her stomach churn. The skin around his eye started to turn purple in little blotches, and even with the blood cleaned up around the other cuts along his face, they were deep and looked painful.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

They had hardly had any time to breath that night, and she hadn’t asked him aside from their very rushed reunion in the bathroom. He and Robin were not only interrogated but drugged by the Russian soldiers. They had no idea what the side effects would be. They seemed as back to normal as they could be under their circumstances, but adrenaline was a powerful drug too. And, if Steve’s face was beaten black and blue, what injuries did he have that she couldn’t see?

He gazed down at her, a little exasperated. “Me? Sunshine-”

“I shouldn’t have tried to fight the soldiers when they found us.” Maybe she would have saved them some pain if she hadn’t reacted like an animal backed into a corner; it rarely worked in her favor. “If I wouldn’t have done that, they wouldn’t have hurt you and Robin,” she said, with too much guilt glinted in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.” She was sorry for so many things, things no normal teenager was supposed to be sorry for. She didn’t know how to apologize for all of it.

“Stop doing that,” he said. “Stop blaming yourself for everything. None of this is your fault. It’s not your job to keep everyone safe all of the time. There are things you can’t control."

She was one of the few people who had the power to control certain situations because of what Dr. Brenner and Calum’s father had done to her. There was this urge, this need, to place herself between every potentially dangerous situation and the people she cared for in hopes of making up for the original purpose of her abilities. She thought, maybe if she did good and saved people, it would stop the guilt she had for simply existing. But, still, it seemed like no matter how hard she tried to do good, someone ended up getting hurt because she was either too much or not enough.

“I can try, can’t I?”

A look flashed over Steve’s face that she couldn’t quite place before he ducked his head just slightly, not meeting her eyes. “They almost killed you, like twenty minutes ago. You were almost shot.” She didn’t understand why his voice shook ever so slightly, or why his fingers twisted around in the fabric of her skirt that fell over her knees. “I know you want to keep everyone safe, but you have to keep yourself safe too. I-We need you.”

Sunshine looked over her shoulder at the group scattered around the lower level of the wall. People who had given her so much. People who she loved so deeply, and who loved her in ways she used to think were impossible.

She wiped her nose, sniffling. “I can’t lose anyone else.”

He looked at her with such a gentle expression that it made her want to cry all over again. He brought one hand up to cheek, brushing his thumb across the tear tracks similar to how he did when he came to her bedroom after she woke from another nightmare. The way he touched her was so careful, it made her chest ache with a sense of longing that was foreign to her.

“And we can’t lose you.”

Silence stretched between them as they held each other's gaze for a moment; Sunshine relished in a brief moment of peace before reality settled back in.

“Steve!” Dustin’s voice broke it. “We’re up,” he said with a small group trailing behind him.

With a raise of his brows, Steve asked, “We are?”

“Yep.” Dustin nodded and Leia bounded up beside him with what seemed like a renewed sense of energy. “We’re going to my radio and use it to lead Hopper through the base.”

“I’m going too,” Leia added with a light smile. “For technical backup.” She wiggled her fingers, causing one of the light-up signs behind the food court counter to spark and flicker before it turned off with a little too much power from Leia. With a sheepish smile, she shoved her hands back into the pocket of her overalls.

Over the blonde’s shoulder, Robin muttered, “Wicked.”

Steve looked back to Sunshine with a knowing look. She couldn’t go with them. After their hellish night, she couldn’t leave El and her busted leg or a steady panicking Luke who was praying his visions didn’t come true. A part of her wanted to argue for Leia to stick with them, but she had faith that she’d be safe with Steve and Dustin at her side. Besides, there was more she could do to help them than Sunshine could.

She opened her mouth, ready to explain that she needed to stay with the others, but Steve seemed to have already guessed that. “I know,” he said. “You’ve gotta stay with them.”

The idea of them splitting up again made her sick. She wished all of them could stay together, but they all had responsibilities to fulfill if they were going to stop the Mind Flayer.

“Please be careful,” she said, looking pointedly between the group.

Steve offered her a small smile. “Right back at you.”

With that, Steve, Dustin, Leia, and the newest additions of Robin, Erica, Tamera, and Calum all left to reach Dustin’s radio. From there, Dustin and Erica would lead the Hopper, the P.I. that Sunshine had let the year prior - she was still very confused why he was there but didn’t have time to question it - and Joyce through the Russian base. Everyone else was to go to the P.I.’s safe house a state over in Illinois until the Gate was closed and Hawkins was safe again.

Their night seemed to be on the right track, but it was still far from over.

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#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x original character #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things 3 #jim hopper #joyce byers #nancy wheeler

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malicedragoness · 7 months ago

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"Us Against The World"

The long awaited bj one shot that I've been working on and off since October.

This became more than intended and I absolutely love how it turned out. There's plot, their relationship dynamic, and of course some smut. What originally started out as a 1700 word skeleton turned into a 2600 word fic that I'm extremely proud of! I haven't written anything this long in awhile. It feels good to know I can still accomplish something like this.

And expect more Havik and Cori content! I love these two and will continue to write for them. Let me know if you have questions about them.

Thank you to the lovely @brittlecakes92 for beta reading and listening to me complain about my writing. And for smacking me around when I needed it!

#84 ‘Make-Up’ on my lover100 prompt table

Word count: 2,650

MK story tag list: @bihanspookies

Warnings: N/S/F/W, oral sex (male receiving), body horror at the end (It's Havik. But its not the naughty thing you're thinking!)

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“Let me take care of you.” Cori reached up to touch his face.

“No!” Havik flinched away from her gentle touch, backing up against a tree. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch my face.”

The last thing he wants is for his little thief to be repulsed by his burnt flesh. He wouldn’t be able to handle seeing the disgust on her face. Not from her. Anyone but his Life’s Blood.

His heart jumped in his throat when soft, delicate hands forced him to look at her. Havik tried to back away, but she held him close, placing her forehead against his. He forgot how insistent and stubborn she could be.

“This face will always be dear to me.” She murmured, her thumbs caressing his cheekbones. “It doesn’t matter what you look like. If this is what makes you happy, then don’t change it. But please,” her voice held a hint of desperation, begging him to understand, “don’t pull away from me.”

Havik let out a shaky breath. A lump had formed in his throat as warmth spread throughout his chest.

How could she still say these things? After everything he’s done. The people he’s killed. The asshole sorcerers he willingly helped to build literal machines to steal souls. Amongst all the other questionable shit he did for months to help Quan Chi.

Why did she come back to him? Why didn’t she stay away when he forced her to leave?

“You shouldn’t want me, Cori. You deserve someone better.” His massive hands tangled in her inky black locks, holding her to him, breathing in her scent through his mangled nose.

She deserves so much more than what he can give her. A better man that can give her anything she asks for.

And yet, his blood boiled at the mere thought of another man touching her.

“But I can’t let you go.” Despite his burning hatred of wanting to confine this tempting creature to him, he didn’t have the willpower to see her walk away. “Not again.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Cori whispered, nudging her nose against his exposed cartilage. Half lidded eyes never leaving his. “Let me take your mind off of everything. Let me show you how much I need you.”

Her warm tongue peeked out to trace a line against his lower teeth, asking for entrance. Tentatively, Havik’s tongue met hers, allowing her to pull him into the warm cavern of her mouth, and gave him a gentle suck. He closed his eyes and let out a low, gravely sigh. She tasted so sweet.

Their tongues swirled together in a slow sensual dance, savoring the way the other tasted. One of his hands pulled her in by her waist, pressing her soft curves against his scarred chest. While his other hand gripped her hair to tilt her head back, giving him more room to press his teeth against her lips and explore her sweet mouth, drinking in her sighs.

Everything about her was intoxicating. The way she kissed him always took his breath away. Even with his past partners, they never elicited such feelings. The world drowns out around them into muffled noise. The only coherent sound is the beating of his heart, and the beautiful sighs he consumes from her.

Fuck, he missed her. He missed every inch of her. He won’t make that same mistake again.

Havik broke the kiss to capture her plump bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling the soft, pliant flesh. One massive hand greedily roamed her body, as if making up for the time they’ve lost, feeling every familiar dip and curve.

Cori let out a surprised gasp when Havik bit down on her lip. A dark growl escaped his throat at the taste of copper that stained his tongue. He lapped it up with renewed fervor, mentally cursing himself for the pathetic moans he let out.

The taste of her blood was like a drug! Stirring his cock to life and pressing it against her stomach.

Why did she have to be so irresistible?

Havik released her swollen lip, when Cori pushed him against the tree, letting out a sharp exhale of breath. The air around them charged with electricity and the heat of their rising desire.

“I said,” Cori started, an edge to her words, hand holding him by the neck and his clothed cock. “I’ll make you feel good.”

Havik gave a dark chuckle, his jaw clicking together, when he caught that devious spark in her eyes that he adored. Oh, his sweet little thief.

The dark haired beauty trailed open mouth kisses from his jaw to his ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth. His hips twitched unbidden at all the lovely sensations she’s causing. Wet kisses travel down his neck, pausing every now and then to nip his scarred flesh.

“Harder.” Havik demanded in a gruff voice. He hates how he sounds. So pathetic and needy. Only his goddess of chaos could do that to him. Make him feel so wanted. So alive.

A delicate hand fisted into his dark locks and forcibly pulled his head to the side. A shiver ran down his spine as Cori sank her teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Havik gritted his teeth and let out a guttural growl. The pain sent a jolt of pleasure to his stiffening cock.

“Is that what you want?” She grunted through her teeth. Those lovely lips sucking a bruise into his flesh. Her hands yanking on his hair and rubbing his cock, stoking the fire that’s settling deep in his pelvis.

“Yes!” Havik whimpered as she pulled back and left another delicious bite in his neck. She gave him another and another, until she left him covered in purple bruises and a sheen of saliva.

She pulled back to admire her handiwork that he wouldn’t dream of healing from his body. The pain she inflicts on him would be displayed proudly and unabashedly.

Her lips trailed kisses down his massive chest, leaving behind a trail of heat in its wake, and continuing her sweet onslaught to his nipples. Sucking one of his dusky peaks into her mouth while she pinched and rubbed the other. Havik’s hands tangled in her raven hair, letting out gruff sighs.

Being completely lost in the pleasurable sensations, Havik didn’t feel her make quick work of his belt, until his leather faulds and purple cloth slumped to the floor. The discarded weight made him feel lighter and more vulnerable. He chuckled.

The hands of a thief.

Her kisses continued down his toned abdomen and through his pubic hair, leaving feather light caresses over his toned body. Once on her knees, she pulled his pants down far enough for his thick cock to spring out, the cool night air making him involuntarily twitch.

His cock was thick enough to where her fingertips couldn’t touch when she encircled him at the base. Darker than the rest of his skin with a big bulbous tip. Three veins run along the sides, blood continuously pulsing through them, giving it an angry appearance. And heavy balls hanging below, filled with a vicious need for her.

To others, he is a monster with an ugly cock. But to the beautiful creature in front of him, he’s perfect.

Cori gently glided her fingers down his shaft with a feather light touch, sending a shiver down his spine. A deep groan formed in his chest when her hand grasped him more firmly at the base of his shaft and stroked him to his weeping tip. The fire that gathered in his loins slowly built up with each stroke of his cock.

“Oh, I’ve missed doing this.” Cori purred. The thief glanced up at him through her lashes and smirked, as he watched her in anticipation. Smooth, velvety tongue licked him from base to tip at an agonizingly slow pace. Laving her tongue over his smooth hardness to cover every inch of him in her saliva.

“So beautiful.” Havik hunched over her short form, casting a menacing shadow. His large calloused hands framed her face, pushing her hair out of the way.

Mischievous green eyes held his gaze as her tongue darted out, teasing his slit with kitten licks and tasting the milky precum. Before enveloping him in her hot mouth, giving him a hard suck.

Deep, gravely groans escaped his throat. He could never contain his noises, less so now that his lips and cheeks were gone. There wasn’t any point in holding back now. That sinfully sweet mouth felt so good!

The wet, velvety walls of her cheeks hollowed around his throbbing cock, slowly taking him in inch by inch, getting further each time. His thick girth stretched the corners of her mouth. Her hand moved with her mouth, covering the delicious inches she couldn’t fit, and her free hand massaging his heavy sack.

“I just want to fuck a hole through your throat.” Havik growled. The heat building up in his loins got tighter with each bob of her head. His hands gripped her hair tighter, rubbing the silky locks between his fingers.

How did he get so lucky to have a woman so devoted, so loving, as her?

Everyone always saw the scary hulking figure littered with scars. Someone unworthy of all the beautiful, free things life has to offer.

Only she saw the real him. The only one who even tried to look passed his scars.

Cori released his hardened length with a wet pop, and licked a stripe down the underside to his sack.

“Ah, fuck!” Havik tilted his head back. One of his balls was engulfed into her warm mouth, her tongue curling around it as far as it could, sucking greedily.

The throaty moans she let out vibrated against his sensitive skin. She alternated between each of his balls. Taking her time sucking and licking, until saliva drenched both his sack and her face.

Fuck, she’s going to be the death of him. Havik couldn’t help the strained sighs escaping his throat. The sloppy mess she’s making of his cock is getting him harder. Needier.

Then he felt her hand lift his sack and her tongue traveled southwards. Havik let out a surprised groan and jumped when he felt her tongue tickle his puckered hole. He wrenched her back by the hair to find a coy smirk beaming at him. If he didn’t stop her, he was going to blow his load like a prepubescent boy!

Havik peered at her with glazed over eyes, adoration mixed with pleasure, and saliva dripping from his open maw.

“Open your mouth.”

Cori stuck out her tongue to catch a drip of his spit.

A shudder ran down his spine. Why does she have to be so damn tempting?

With a breathy growl, he plunged his cock into her greedy mouth, making her sputter at the sudden fullness.

“You feel so fucking good.” His thrusts were rough and deep. Each one hitting the back of her throat, eliciting a gag.

Soft hands, that are used to cracking open safes and the walls around his dead heart, desperately held onto his hips.

“Just wanna pump you full of my cum ‘til you drown in it.” His throat hoarse from the ragged growls leaving his destroyed maw. He never means the vulgar things he says during their stolen moments of intimacy. But fuck, he needed to get it out!

The air was filled with ragged breaths and gagging noises as Havik thrust down her throat. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to keep up with his brutal demand for release.

“Why do you make me want you? Why can’t I live without you?” He snarled between heavy pants. The ball of heat was getting tighter in his pelvis, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would release.

He can’t peel his eyes away from her face. That gorgeous face he got used to seeing when he woke up and went to sleep. Watching every emotion cross her face. The adoring smiles she sent his way. The cocky smirks when she rushed head first into a heist. The angered sneers when someone pisses her off. Even the way she cries was a sight to behold.

His heart clenched.

“I need you.” He moaned pathetically.

Half lidded green eyes chanced a look at him with something akin to adoration and need. One of her skillful hands massaged his balls, while she swallowed around his tip.

That was all it took for the damn to break. Havik’s body shuddered, a primal growl erupting from deep in his chest. His balls clenched tightly as he released rope after rope of white cum down her throat, Cori sputtered and gagged, trying to drink in every drop she could. Every nerve ending in his body came alive and tingled with a pleasurable electricity as he rode out his release.

He collapsed against the tree, panting heavily from the euphoric exertion, his now soft cock slipping from her mouth. His body felt boneless from the blessed ecstasy she brought him as his knees buckled under him and slid down the rough bark.

Havik felt his heart slamming in his ribcage as his body slowly worked on coming down its intense high, his breaths coming out hot and heavy. After a few moments, he cracked open his eyes to see himself face to face with his sensual little thief.

Her inky black hair was a disheveled mess. Eyelashes clumped together from the tears that ran down her face and stained her cheeks. Some of his seed managed to drip down her chin, mixing in with her saliva as she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

“Beautiful.” Havik breathed out. She was an absolute mess. But he loved it.

Cori let out a chuckle and gave him a captivating smile. “I’m sure I look like a disaster.”

He reached up and jabbed his hands into his chest, blood splattering over his arms and abdomen. The sickening noise of muscle being ripped apart and bones crunching together, as he pried open his ribcage to reveal his beating heart.

The raven haired beauty watched him, entranced by the beating muscle. The steady thump, thump, thump of his heart was the only noise that could be heard in the silent night air. Slowly, she moved closer, almost as if being drawn in by the rhythmic sound.

“Touch it.” Havik murmurs, barely above a whisper.

In the time that he’s known her, he’s never seen her hands waver. Always so confident and cock sure under pressure, her hands completely steady when she picks locks and disarms traps.

And yet, as she raised a tentative hand towards his open chest, he watched it tremble uncontrollably. Havik reaches over, his hand dwarfing her own, and guides it towards his heart. It beats faster when she gingerly brushes against it, thrumming with excitement.

“You see what you do to me?” Havik moans as Cori gently touches it again, not removing her hand this time. The look of pure affection and tenderness in her gaze made his breath hitch in his throat. “Do you see how much I need you? No one else has made me feel these..things. These..emotions.”

Loving green eyes turned to him, his heart thumping wildly in her hand.

“Cori.” He whispered, voice full of longing. “Life’s Blood.”

“Havik.” Tears beaded her eyes. She leaned her forehead against his, still holding his heart.

“I know you can’t forgive me for what I’ve done. But I can’t…I can’t let you go. Not again.” Why is he crying?

Her hand gently caresses his mangled cheekbone, forcing him to look in her eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m with you, through all of this.” She reassured him. “It’s us against the world, baby.”

“Us against the world.”

#mk character x oc #OC: Cori Graye #Cori Graye #Cori Graye X Havik #lover100 prompts #n/s/f/w #n/s/f/t #mk havik x oc #havik x oc #ship: life’s blood

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trick-jester · 1 year ago

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Friendly Killer [02]

[Leon S Kennedy/Killer!Reader]

❝ A lover’s charade. ❞

warnings : blood (slight gore description), swearing, sexual intimacy implications, reader is given she/her pronouns but gender is never specified

3100+ words

A/N: I am really, really sorry in advance. I feel like this chapter isn’t as good of quality as the first chapter made. I’ve re-written this around 8 separate times trying to summarize my entire idea but compressing 10k worth of words into 3k is stupid difficult. I’ve been sitting on this for over half a year and want to just get it over with so I broke it up. Hope you still enjoy reading though! Ɛ>

The chanting caws of crows echo eternally into night sky, fading into obscurity upon taking a directionless flight.

[F/n] sighs, leaning onto the windowsill of her worn cabin. Deep within her own thoughts as her eyes mindlessly skim through the dainty atmosphere of her own realm. She runs her fingers through her hair, untangling small knots caught along the way.

It had been minutes since the end of their previous match. Hours since Leon confessed his feelings for her without needing to say a word. The permanent memory made her flush. From the way his lips felt against hers to the way their bodies melded together almost too perfectly, it was as if they were created specifically for one another.

Images of his nude figure were pinned at the very center of her core memories: burned securely into its place. [F/n] felt her mouth water at the mental sight of his abs, her cheeks sizzling feverishly as she could do nothing to prevent the replay of their intimacy.

Her scowl cracks, unable to hide the adoration felt as a smile emerges among the visible blush on her expression. Though as quick as it came— it went.Coming away from her position, [F/n] groans, bringing a hand to soothe her a temple. There was a major issue present she couldn't ignore. Their prolonged session couldn't have gone unnoticed by his teammates.

Would they believe Leon if he said she slugged him? Or if he was simply being overly stealthy? Could anything really justify the absurd amount of time taken to complete a match?

The mere idea of anyone else discovering their relationship gave her a migraine.

How would her fellow killers respond? How would the survivors respond?

If the survivors shunned Leon it would snowball into a massive issue in the long run, making matches far more strenuous than needed. It would only require for him to be downed once —once to be abandoned on hook— for his run to be over.

Then, knowing well none of the killers would show an ounce mercy without some sort of return she simply couldn't provide, the outcome of this would eventually drive [F/n] to a breaking point. The entity was not at all a fan of friendly fire when it came to her killers, she knew this far too well.

[F/n] felt her heartbeat quicken, clutching a fistful of her serape. Heavy footsteps did nothing to reel her from overthinking as Danny made his presence known. Arm extended to grip the doorframe.

The leather of his glove crossing her eyes first before the rest of him did.

Danny shook his head as their eyes met. Demeanor anything but well, there was no sugarcoating what transpired.

"Well there's two things— it's a shitshow." He pauses, head shrinking back in anticipation.

"They ended up interrogating your little plaything, toots."

[E/c] eyes widen, [F/n] paced towards him with anger.

"What do you mean?"

"Well..."

Leon sighed, planting his thumb and index finger across his forehead. He was visibly annoyed. Though he didn't expect any less from the result of their previous trial. Tossing his head back out of his hunched position, he stands, finally turning towards the group with a stern expression.

He felt his anxiety rising under the number of mixed stares he'd receive from judging eyes. Awaiting any sort of explanation, reasoning, justification. They all wanted an answer he couldn't honestly give them.

"I already said what happened, whether you believe me or not isn't my problem." Leon repeats.

YunJin scoffs at him. "Do we look stupid to you?" Her arms crossed. "You spent hours in the realm!" The accusatory tone in her voice didn't go unnoticed. Their other two teammates, Dwight and David, were complete contrasts of each other's reactions.

David appeared more annoyed than upset, his hand rubbing the ache felt within his head. Like YunJin, he suspected something was going on: whether it was foul play or not was something to be told. Though he wasn't nowhere near accusatory.

Dwight on the other hand chewed on his nails, rather dismissive of the entire situation, figuring there must've been some sort of misunderstanding. They were all on the same side, it wouldn't make any sense for Leon to lie. He was a rookie cop fighting to save the world.

"Maybe he's... telling the truth?" He mumbles just loud enough to be heard, readjusting his glasses to see YunJin shoot him a displeased look. "I-I mean he has n-no reason to lie? I, uhm, I trust him..."

Dwight's voice gets softer and softer, feeling the pressure as the three stare intensely at him. Leon makes eye contact with Dwight, nodding at him in appreciation. In return, Dwight smiles sheepishly. Almost proud.

Though Leon felt bad for taking advantage of his naivety, the result of outing themselves far outweighed his guilt.

YunJin, scoffing, makes her discontent even more obvious than it already was. She grimaced, shoving a finger close to Leon's features. "Whatever you are hiding— you will regret it. That girl is nothing more than a manipulator."

The sound of crunching leaves quickly fills the ambiance as Yunjin storms off, David following after with a disappointed sigh and a mutter.

Leon stands, a wave of relief washing over him as their figures soon disappear within the trees. For the time being the issue has been squashed, at least until Yunjin tries something. He crosses his arms.

Dwight nervously laughs. "Y-You've always been nice to everyone at the campsite, so I-I trust you. Yunjin can be a bit... uh... Overdramatic?" Dwight struggles to find the words, not that it mattered. Leon can tell what the intention was, grateful at the attempt.

"Thank you." Was all he said, needed to, as Dwight returns the expression. He looks in the direction they walked off in momentarily before meeting his eyes again. Dwight immediately gets the message.

Danny peeks his head out of the tree he stood behind, eyes glued to the man who his best friend had fallen for. He becomes very aware of how hard he was gripping the handle of his knife. And suddenly, it dawned on him.

He wasn't staring at Leon, Danny was staring through him— the direction where the others walked in.

The way YunJin walked off raised some alarm. Was she a threat? Danny couldn't exactly hear the conversation due to the proximity between them. Regardless, this was something he couldn't chance. Merely judging based off expressions it was nothing good.

Danny scoops up a small rock beside him, gently tossing it in the air to test its velocity before launching it through the barrier. The small waves it produced as a result was enough to capture Leon's gaze, spotting it as it kicked up the dirt beside him upon landing.

Ghostface waves him over, causing Leon to look behind him for a moment to ensure Dwight was no longer around. Leon walks over to Danny without hesitation.

"YunJin— does she want to die?"

"All she knows is that I'm hiding something.”

Danny, dissatisfied at the answer, says nothing else but rolls his dark eyes at the response. He turns his back on Leon, taking a few steps away whilst fixing his mask. When he halted, he peers over his shoulder.

"Your girlfriend asked for you."

"Should've said something sooner."

It takes Leon a second before coming his side almost too eagerly. His boyish grin didn't go unnoticed. Danny raises a brow amused by the reaction.

"Completely shameless." Ghostface chimed.

Fading into the trees, the only a trace of them left were the crushed leaves that met their shoes.

"So where the fuck is he?" [F/n] interrupted impatiently, looking in the direction Danny originally walked in from. She held some expectation he would be near, though when she saw no trace of him her gaze returns to Danny.

Thankful she couldn't see the expression behind his mask, a bead of imaginary sweat runs from his forehead down to his chin. "...And that's the second issue. We got separated trying to enter your realm.”

The immediate shift of her expression made him cringe.

She less than subtly pushed past his shoulder, causing him to stumble slightly. Though it wasn't powerful enough to knock him over, it was enough for Danny to shoot her a glare.

"You're welcome too... bitch." He brushed it off quickly as he joined her out the door.

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Crouched behind a wall of trash, Leon tensed as the sound of footsteps came closer. The pit in his stomach grew as he leaned over in an attempt to get a glance. Eyes meeting the figure of the man who looked around with a purpose.

He inches towards the opposite end, making the turn just in time as Evan moved forward. His fist clenched on the handle of his cleaver which was painted a sickly red at the dried blood. A low growl breaks the silence.

"I know you're out here!"

If anyone were to tell him this would be the current state of his life going into the future, that rookie officer would probably shit himself.

The cold sweat on Leon's neck increases as he does his best to create as much distance as possible between them. Leon spots a vault a few steps away, tracking towards it. His steps were light, worried the slightest sound would be his last, relieved once he successfully made it completely across.

Leon turns his head back, only able to see the very top of Evan's back.

"I'm not in the mood to play this game of hide and seek. Whoever's here needs to get the fuck OUT!" Evan's voice rung throughout the realm in clear agitation.

As nice as the idea was, Leon quite literally had no idea how to leave. Traditionally he'd have to do generators, but a quick survey of the area revealed the fact that there were none, and there was no indicator that hatch was present.

His only logical option was to wait out this entire situation. Surely Danny would've known something had gone wrong when they were no longer walking together. It only made sense he'd be searching after noticing.

Hopefully.

His attempt to go unnoticed is quickly erased as a small twig snapped underneath the sole of his shoe. Unable to contain the "oh shit," at his lips when he heard heavy footsteps come around the corner.

Evan wasn't sure who to expect. He assumed it was Danny playing a prank on him again or maybe even the entity fucking with him. So, when he laid his eyes on Leon, Evan was completely caught off-guard, dumbfounded as to why a survivor was lurking in his personal realm.

His nonexistent brows raise, giving it thought. The only way a survivor could end up in a killer's personal realm was if another killer had brought them there— and no survivor was insane enough to trust a killer outside of their protective dome in the first place.

Something wasn't adding up. Who could possibly be in cahoots with the survivors? Unless it was the entity herself? But this wasn't a match, there would be no point in presenting him otherwise.

With the grip on Evan's cleaver becoming tighter, Leon decides it's time to back up, eyes glued to the Trapper. The staring contest ends after Evan takes his first step forward as Leon breaks into a sprint.

Evan takes a second to recollect his thoughts before chasing after his intruder. Purposely tailing him in a calculated route, he knew it was only a matter of time before Leon stepped into one of the dozens of active traps laying around his realm.

Leon does his best to focus but finds difficulty in finding a safe path to dart towards. Any mistake could cost him his life.

But Leon was no simple man, vaulting over another opening as Evan swiped his weapon at him. Nearly tumbling in the process as an armed trap rested several inches before it, he narrowly avoided both ill outcomes.

"Can we talk about this?!" Leon shouts, finally panicking. No matter what he did, realization sunk in incredibly quickly as his options had finally run dry. The trap he missed clicking underneath the sole of his shoe.

Evan says nothing in return, instead watching the scene unfold.

Leon screamed as rusted metal locked into his ankle. He ducks down, desperately pulling the mechanism's jaw for any sort of relief. The pain was excruciating, crushing, on an entirely different level than what he was familiar with. Reality draws in the shadow hides him from the nonexistent light source.

"You're making a mistake!!!"

Leon looked up to watch him draw his weapon back, sweat turning ice cold as he stared death in the face. How could this possibly be fair? Out of everything he had survived through, this was how it ended— trapped like a helpless animal. He felt resentment at his circumstance, praying to a god he knew wouldn't listen.

The sound of harsh winds part through the air with lethal speed, scythe sticking into the ground effortlessly between them. Evan turns his head in the direction it came from, spotting the silhouette that stood on the roof of his shack.

It was a warning.

"Hey, Evan, buddy, I'm really sorry." Danny twiddled with his fingers: tone coated with more sarcasm than understanding. His knife not straying far, it comes out of his sleeve and into his gasp.

Leon takes this moment to grab the scythe, sticking its blade in between the claws he successfully pries himself free. He wobbled slightly, hissing, the pain was greater than what he accustomed to, using the staff as support.

Evan watches him go, making no effort to resume his chase: instead attending to his curiosity turning his attention to the approaching figure. It doesn't take him long to digest the information, clicking near immediately at the scene.

"A killer saving a survivor." He puts it simply, releasing a chuckle mocking the idea. "And I thought I went insane battling with the entity. You're fuckin' worse!"

"Evan." [F/n] states as if his name was an insult itself, [e/c] eyes squinting subtly in agitation. Clearly displeased and even more so when she takes the sight of Leon limping. She comes to his side, carrying him into her arms almost effortlessly with her blade still in his hold.

Leon swallows a grunt, relieved at the loss of pressure from his burning ankle.

"You okay?"

Appearing indifferent, she subtly observes his reaction in masked worry. "I'm fine now." Leon mumbles, offering her a small reassuring smile. [F/n] hums in acknowledgement, focusing her distain towards Evan.

"You know survivors aren't protected outside of a match."

"Then this is the perfect opportunity."

"Desperate enough to resort to this, Evan? Cause this is pretty fuckin' pathetic."

Silence, though it doesn't last longer than a moment.

"How long?" Trapper continues, moving to get closer only for Danny to step before the couple shaking his head. He brandished his already stained blade.

A reminder.

Evan growls at him in response, nearly offended.

"This doesn't concern you."

"You seriously think you can keep this hidden from her? She'll shred you both like scum: use your little boyfriend to make you feel a whole other type of pain you both can't forget." Evan spits, invisible grin emerging.

"Are you prepared for that, farmer? You're gonna lose him— just like how you lost everyone else. It’s all you know how to do, lose."

[F/n]'s grip on Leon becomes tighter and tighter as her agitation grows, masking it with a taunting smile on her lips along a heavy exhale.

"Anyone ever tell ya' you got a big fuckin’ mouth on you? Bastard." Smirk becoming wider, Evan shrugs confidently at her question.

"You should thank me for trying to bring you out of your delusion."

"Of course, how about I return the favor and teach you some manners as my thanks?"

The Trapper readjusts his grip on his hatchet completely unbothered; Danny's hum of disapproval interrupts the increasing tension, doing his best to divert their attention.

"It's too risky to do this with him here, toots." Gesturing obviously at Leon's presence, [F/n]'s tight grip instantly vanishes.

Leon winced at the sudden release of pressure, sighing through the pain. He meets her [e/c] eyes apologetically. Though there was no fooling his infatuated killer.

The thought cooks in her mind. As much as he was right it aggravated her. She wanted to punish Evan with every driving force in her body. No matter the consequence from the entity.

[F/n]'s predatory gaze meets the Trapper a final time. His figure burned in her memory.

“Whatever.”

Evan looks at her expectantly, knowing well he won the exchange his eyes gleam the reflection of a crow taking off in the background.

"You'll hear from me again very soon."

At her signal, Danny walks over to her, fishing for something underneath his coat he pulls out a foreign offering.

The Trapper smirks. "Don’t keep me waiting."

Evan watches Danny use the offering, taking a mental picture of the fog enveloping around them. His stare glued towards the survivor, more amused than anything, while he hums in content.

And just as quickly they were there: they weren't. Evan tilts his head, readjusting the hold on his machete as excitement rumbles through his veins. His stifled chuckle finally emerging.

"Let's see how long your lover’s charade will last, farmer."

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #Leon Scott Kennedy #leon kennedy x you #dbd leon kennedy #dbd leon x reader #dbd leon #dbd leon s kennedy

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red-riding-wood · 2 years ago

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WIP Whenever

Tagging anyone I can think of who might want to do this but no pressure at all! @shelbydelrey @emotionalcadaver @emilynightshade89 @eclecticwildflowers @cillmequick @runnning-outof-time @zablife @poisonedtruth @moral-terpitude @confidentandgood

Snippets of my current WIPs below cut for anyone who's interested! It's a true rarity for me to do these lol but I've been sitting on a fair bit.

White Ribbon (Luca x OC)

My heart quickened in my chest. But I quirked my brow. “What sort of consequences?”

His pinky stilled where it had thrummed against the bloodied wood. “Would you like to find out?”

I looked from the intensity in his stare to the brittle pieces of the toothpick on the ground. I thought about how he had handled it with an almost delicate care yet snapped it as if it were the most fragile thing. And I thought, for one moment, maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to be paid such reverence by the same hand. And maybe, in some dark pocket of my soul that the light scarcely found, I wanted to be snapped in two.

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Unnamed, Budapest (Dmitri x OC)

“You don’t seem to be very affected by the fact that your mother has just died,” I pointed out, and crossed my arms over my chest so that he would have less to ogle at.

Dmitri’s smile quirked, and he sipped at his whiskey before answering with a smooth baritone, “Why would I when I’m sitting next to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on?”

I wanted to throw up. Preferably right on his matching suit that sported not a single imperfection. Or maybe on the moustache that seemed to smile down at me, so artfully styled it could’ve been kept behind a display case in a museum.

His ruthlessness, perhaps, was the only thing I could commend him for.

This morning, my father and I had travelled to Schloss Lutz in the event of Madame D.’s untimely murder. While my father had paid his respects by her open casket, I had decided to head on to the reading of her will. But, now aware of the deplorable company, I would’ve much rather stayed with the corpse – hell, even my father.

I snatched the whiskey from Dmitri’s hand and chugged it.

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Strangers (Peter Whitman x OC)

Shakily, I withdrew my leg from the demolished lenses that lay among the various wrappers and other garbage that littered the station, and reached my trembling fingers to a reddening cheek. I was exposed, and the world was too bright, and I needed to run back to the restroom and tuck my head between my knees.

But the world was also beautiful, in a way that sort of pinched my heart with longing. Vibrant hues of red and blue and green dotted the vendor stalls of the market, and the sun’s warming rays limned the ginger locks of my hair in gold. I turned from them and to the man who had bumped into me.

I couldn’t help but blink the mist from my eyes. I couldn’t help but stare. And neither could he. Long, nimble fingers pushed a pair of sunglasses – wide, vintage frames, lenses tinted with the faint shade of autumn – from his nose, revealing upturned brows and entranced green irises. Dark hair that might’ve been a jet black in the lower light flopped over his forehead and teased the outer edges of his neck.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice quiet but somehow the only thing I heard past the chatter of the tourists and locals and the haggling of the vendors. He swallowed, Adam’s apple visibly bobbing along a gently sun-kissed throat. He was American, like me, but wasn’t dressed as casually as the other tourists; he wore light grey dress pants with a matching suit jacket over a white, button-up shirt. Was he here on some kind of business, I thought, before realizing that he seemed a little too lost, a little too bright-eyed.

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Unnamed Arthur Request (Arthur Shelby x Reader)

(A.N. To the lovely anon who requested this, I'm so sorry it's taking me so long! I have about a page written for it so far I just need to pick it back up and finish it after some massive writer's block.)

Under your touch, he settled, if only slightly; it had been proven, time and time again, to tame the beast inside him. But his chest still heaved, and with a gentle finger you wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.

“Arthur,” you said again to ground him, as his gaze began to wander anywhere but your face. “I hate seeing you like this, picking fights everywhere you go.”

Sometimes you wondered if you had made him worse. Ever since you’d started dating the eldest Shelby brother, he’d found more and more excuses to punch or bludgeon whoever looked at you the wrong way. Though your touch may have soothed him, your existence only stoked the fire that burned bright in his damaged soul.

“What am I supposed to do, then, eh?” he said, exhaustion working its way past the thorns of his tone, and his forehead brushed yours, unruly locks of brown hair tickling your lashes.

You inhaled his scent – the sharp spice of his aftershave, the sweat of his ire, the musk that was so uniquely him that you couldn’t help but feel at home each time you breathed it. Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you cocked your head at him slightly as an idea formed in your head.

#wip #wip whenever #s: white ribbon #strangers #dmitri x alice #and also an arthur request snippet

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ahsxkatano · 2 years ago

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Where I Can’t Follow (Preview)

author’s note: So, I had mentioned the other day about wanting to write a Dream x Spouse!Reader, and I have written a small blurb :) I wanted to make it gender neutral, but if you see anything you feel may be too descriptive, please let me know! I plan on making a short series about Spouse!Reader pretty much going through the motions after her husband mysteriously disappears. Let me know what you guys think 🥺 this is my second time ever attempting an x reader so I apologize if it reads weird!!

masterlist

pairing: Dream/Morpheus x Spouse!Reader

request: no

warnings: a lil angsty but nothing crazy (yet)

word count: 556

We begin…

…with a lovers quarrel:

“I just don’t understand why I can’t come with you. The Corinthian is not one to be toyed with, my love, especially on your own.” (Y/n) crosses their arms, feeling anger consume every inch of their body. Maybe anger at the present moment, but it was only there to mask the massive worry that shook them to their core.

The man before them appeared to look as stoic as ever, but (Y/N) was able to read him like a book. One would hope so after centuries of marriage. But they could sense the annoyance radiating from the man’s body. The two had been going at it for hours. His back was facing them, gathering things for the journey that awaited him, still refusing to acknowledge (Y/N)’s concerns.

“My love…please.” They can hear their voice practically pleading. “Nightmares…they flourish in the waking world! But dreams…” Their voice trails off. Slowly, (Y/N) takes a few steps forward. “I just…I don’t want anything to happen to you…” Gently, their hand reaches out, interlocking their fingers. He lets out a sigh, turning to face his beloved.

“Darling…” Morpheus's voice rings out, placing his other hand against their cheek. (Y/N) leans into his touch. “Do you really think so little of me that I can’t seem to handle a mere Nightmare?” His annoyance seems to radiate away, the tiniest of smirks appearing on his pale features. (Y/N) rolls their eyes.

Cocky bastard.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” They mumble. “I just…I wish you would let me come with you. I…I hate when you go where I can’t follow…” (Y/N) knew arguing with him was futile at this point, resigning to their fate of staying behind in the Dreaming. Another sigh escapes the man’s lips, as he lowers his head down, gently pressing their foreheads together.

“I promise, I will not be long.” (Y/N) frowns. They had a nagging feeling in their stomach, trying to convince them that that would not be true this time around. However, they do their best to try and swat that feeling away. This was their husband, after all, Morpheus, Dream of the Endless. A powerful being older than the gods themselves. Why should they be worried? Morpheus begins to pull away. “I must go.” He whispers.

He makes his way towards his thrown, grabbing his helm from the seat. “Lucienne, please keep an eye on (Y/N) while I’m gone.” The smaller woman bows.

“Of course, my lord.” He turns to the two for one last time, placing the helm atop his head. Grabbing his pouch of endless sand, he dumps it onto his hand, the minuscule gravel begins to swirl around him

“Safe travels, my love…” (Y/N) murmurs out. Though the helm covers his face, they could feel his eyes stare straight into theirs. “And make sure you hurry back! It’s not polite to keep your spouse waiting.” They tease. (Y/N) could feel his laugh rumble deep within their chest.

“Wait long, you shall not, my darling.” And with that, his body vanishes, off somewhere in the waking world. Lucienne places a gentle hand on their shoulder.

“He’ll be back soon.” She tries to convince. (Y/N) just lets out a sigh.

“I can only hope…”

#the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #the sandman imagine #dream x reader #morpheus x reader

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leslie-lyman · 3 years ago

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Stranger At My Gate - Chapter 7 (Pero Tovar x modern!OFC)

A time-traveling Pero. A modern woman trying her best. A kitchen full of possibility. A helping of Midwest kindness. A dash of magic. And a lot of Christmas spirit.

pairing: Pero Tovar x modern!OFC

rating: E 🚨 [18+ ONLY, minors DNI]

warnings: hoo boy. fingering; oral (m & f receiving); cum eating; a little sorta hint of D/s dynamics (dom!Pero/sub!Tessa), but also both of them are switches; I don’t care that he’s from a thousand years ago Pero Tovar is a Consent King; a whole lot of teasing; a whole lot of tickling/tickle kink (I think? Is that a thing? Oh god don’t look at me)

word count: 4.2k

a/n: Hi everyone! An extra special thank you/forehead kiss to all who let me know how much they liked the last chapter - seriously, the relief I felt over the response y’all had was immense and I appreciate it so, so much. So here’s some more sexy times, as a treat! (I may or may not have had the bulk of this chapter written MONTHS ago and there may or may not be a small part of me that constructed the entirety of the rest of this fic just so I could get to this part and share it with y’all…) I also tried to weave some plot into this chapter but Tessa and Pero seem determined to ignore the plot for the moment so I decided to ignore it too. Also we are deviating from my usual mediocre moodboard at the top here because there is a moment in this chapter in which Pero makes that exact expression at Tessa (see if you can figure out when it is 😉).

One more thing! If you have not already seen this SAMG artwork that I commissioned from @shite-art, PLEASE go have a look at the incredible job Maia did with bringing my babies to life!!!

Previous chapter.

Masterlist.

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Seven.

They really should talk about…this.

But they haven’t. Yet.

Tessa means too, she really does. But every time she thinks about it her mind inevitably drifts instead to how amazing Pero makes her feel when they fuck, how good he feels over her, under her, around her, inside her -

Talking about it means confronting both their feelings and the looming deadline on Pero’s time here, and Tessa isn’t sure what to do or say about either.

She doubts Pero can be relied on to start that conversation. He’s no more or less talkative now than he was before they started having sex; he’s not terribly good at asking for what he wants from her, but now that she’s made clear that she welcomes his attentions, he doesn’t hesitate to show her what he wants.

Tessa barely gets any work done over the next few days, the two of them hungry and wild for each other in the insatiable way new partners often are. It’s how Tessa finds herself in Pero’s lap after lunch one day, riding his cock with the aid of his strong, massive hands on her thighs as he sucks bruises across the tops of her breasts. It’s how they’re woken up in the middle of the night by one of them grinding against the other in their sleep, neither being sure who started it but only caring how they finish it, in a sweaty, breathless tangle of limbs between Tessa’s sheets and both of their come drying between their legs.

Tessa hasn’t said anything to her family, but she suspects they all know by now, given the texts from Moira she’d received the morning after her and Pero’s first night in bed together. Tessa really should not have expected any less after her aunt’s machinations; there’s no way the nosy woman wouldn’t have made sure to see them kiss and then leave hastily together, and while Tessa can’t bring herself to be all that upset about Moira’s meddling given the result, she does regret teaching her aunt the naughty double meanings of certain emojis.

But owning up to her siblings and Moira about Pero are all additional conversations Tessa is determined not to have, at least for several days. They’ll inevitably ask her questions she can’t answer.

Just let me enjoy this, she begs the universe. For just a little while, let me not worry about anything else, let me just have this, this man who wants me, who likes me, who calls me angel and makes me come so hard I see stars.

It’s like living inside a delicate bubble, warm and cozy and ever so fragile, and neither Tessa nor Pero seems inclined to risk popping it.

Everything is different between them now, and nothing is.

Evenings still typically end with the two of them on the couch, a fire in the fireplace and something on the tv, but now they spend it cuddled together, Tessa curled underneath Pero’s arm, or with her head in his lap, or with him spooned up behind her.

A handful of nights into this new dynamic, Tessa ends up laying mostly on top of him on the couch, head turned to one side to face the tv.

“Not to bias you before you’ve seen it,” she whispers to him before hitting play, “but this is my favorite movie of all time.”

Pero grunts noncommittally in response. He isn’t sure how he’s supposed to pay attention to the story being told on screen with Tessa snuggled into him like this, each soft curve of her body gently molded to his, the sweet scent of her hair right under his nose.

But the film draws him in more than he’d expected. It’s easy for him to follow, set mostly in a fictional kingdom and time period not that dissimilar from his own.

Tessa’s whole body trembles as she tries to suppress her laughter during a scene where two characters trade witty barbs over poisoned wine. She turns her face so her mouth is half-pressed into his chest. He can feel her smile and move her lips along with each line of dialogue and it has him far more enraptured than the movie.

“That is actually not bad advice,” he murmurs towards the end of the scene.

“What do you mean?”

“In my experience, land wars in Asia are indeed best to be avoided.”

It takes Tessa a moment to process what he’s said, but then she fully buries her face into his chest and positively shakes with laughter. When she can breathe again, she tilts her head up to look at him, eyes bright with a mirth he put there, and the knowledge floods Pero with an odd, electric kind of warmth he’s never known before.

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“So?” She asks when the credits start to play. “What did you think?”

Pero hums, considering.

“An entertaining tale, though obviously leaving the prince alive at the end was a mistake.”

He can feel Tessa roll her eyes and his lips quirk up. She turns the tv off and settles back down on his chest.

“Sometimes a story doesn’t have to tie up all the loose ends, Pero. Sometimes a story will just end with the assertion that they all lived happily ever after, and you just choose to believe that that’s true.”

Pero idly runs his hands gently along her back, tracing over each notch in her spine with his thumb.

“That can be a comforting thought, I suppose,” he says.

“Mhm,” she replies, growing relaxed and sleepy under his touch.

Pero slowly slides one hand under the fabric of her shirt, wanting to feel her soft, warm skin against his palm. He drags his hand up and over the dip of her waist, then trails his fingertips back down her side -

And suddenly Tessa squeaks, her whole torso jerking away from him. Pero stops instantly.

“Tessa? Are you alright?”

She nods.

“Yeah, sorry,” she says, her voice breathy and higher pitched than usual. “I just, I wasn’t expecting -”

“Is it possible,” Pero replies, a devilish little smile carving across his features as understanding dawns, “that you are ticklish, angel?”

Tessa freezes atop him, holding herself perfectly still. Her answer takes a beat too long to come to be the truth.

“No.”

“No?” Pero shifts his hand a fraction of an inch, a little test, but it’s enough. Tessa scrambles to get away from him but she’s too slow. In the blink of an eye he reverses their positions, easily flipping her underneath him on the couch, straddling her hips to hold her down.

“Pero, don’t you dare -” she shrieks, wriggling beneath him in a way that has his cock, half-hard since she cuddled into him at the start of the movie, rapidly swelling.

“Easy, angel,” he says, capturing her wrists and bending down to nip at her throat in reprimand. “If you’re not ticklish, prove it.”

She huffs at him, clearly preparing another indignant retort, but stops when she notices his eyes blown black with desire. There’s a smug wickedness written all over his face, and she swallows, considering what he might have in mind, then whispers, “Okay.”

Pero’s smirk is positively feral. He pulls her shirt slowly up and off, revealing her naked chest to his gaze, then takes her hands and positions them so she’s holding onto the couch arm above her head.

“These stay here.” He presses down on her wrists for emphasis. “Or you don’t get to come. Understood?”

Tessa nods. Pero catches her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Tell me you understand, angel.”

“I understand, Pero.”

His cock twitches at the sight of her, bare from the waist up, spread out beneath him, the picture of submission. He starts by splaying one hand over her tummy, reaching his fingers as wide as they will go, just to see how much of her he can cover.

Then he gently places just the pads of his fingers along her sides. He moves slowly, telegraphing what he’s going to do before he does it. He doesn’t want to startle her; that is not the goal of his game.

He hears her inhale, feels her tense underneath him.

“Not ticklish you say, angel? Are you sure?” She nods, a tiny mhm escaping her lips.

“Not even here?” One by one, he lifts each finger and walks them up and down her waist. She quivers underneath him, but shakes her head no.

“What about here?” He works his way up, tracing the underside of each breast, then running a fingertip up and over each of her stiff, pointed nipples. Goosebumps follow wherever he touches her, but again, she shakes her head no.

“Hmm,” he hums, frowning in faux consternation. “Perhaps…here?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, he runs the backs of his fingernails up the outside of her breast and up into her armpit. Tessa shuts her eyes, biting down on her lower lip as she whines, her grip on the couch going white-knuckled.

“Shh,” Pero hushes her. “I know it’s a lot. Look at me.”

She blinks up at him, chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths.

“There you are, angel. Should I check the other side, do you think? Just to make sure?” He ghosts his fingers up under her opposite arm and he can feel her breath stop, feel how hard she’s trying to keep still, to be good for him. He keeps going, all the way to her elbow, before retreating back the way he came.

“So far, angel, looks like you’re telling the truth,” he murmurs.

“Please,” Tessa whimpers. Pero stills.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, though he’s almost certain she does not.

“No.” She shifts her hips under him in protest of the very notion, arching her back to push her breasts closer to his face. The light from the dying fire and the dim glow of the tree lights near the window paint her skin in warm washes of orange and pink and blue, carving out places of shadow along her body and he’s determined to know every hidden inch of her.

“No,” she says again, “Pero, please, I need you to touch me.”

He trails his fingers down her sternum.

“But angel,” he coos, “I am touching you.”

A noise of frustration works its way out of her throat.

“Though I do admit,” he says, dragging a hand over her stomach to the waistband of her sleep pants, “there is much I have yet to explore, no?”

He moves back for just a moment and peels off her pants and underwear in one movement before gently parting her legs.

“Oh angel,” he breathes, eyes fixed on where her pussy glistens with arousal. “Look at you.”

A moment of indecision plays out across his face as he stares at her. He could end this little game right now, if he wanted. Stop the charade and have himself buried in Tessa’s tight, wet heat in a matter of moments. But he decides he’s enjoying the buildup too much. He gathers his wits, sitting up on his knees and bringing her right leg up to rest on his shoulder.

“Let me see,” he murmurs, watching Tessa’s eyes widen when she realizes what he’s about to do. He wraps one hand around her ankle, his grip firm but not so tight she could not break away from him if she wished.

“Are you ticklish…here?” His other hand softly skims along the arch of her foot. The motion draws an anguished moan from her. Without his weight to hold her down, her hips buck, leaving her writhing in the air just inches from where his aching cock tents the front of his pants.

But she shakes her head no, and doesn’t let go of the couch.

Pero chuckles, his hand traveling slowly up her leg.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” he tuts at her. He trails his hand up and around her calf, then traces tiny circles behind her knee.

“Pero, please,” she says again, lifting her hips once more as if to say look, please, can’t you see how much I want you?

“Patience, angel. I pride myself on being a thorough man.”

The lightest touch of his fingernails down the back of her thigh leave her trembling, but in response to his question of “here?” her answer is the same it’s always been.

“Well then, angel,” Pero says, leaning forward, “it looks like there’s only one place left to check. Are you ticklish…here?”

He brushes the tip of a single finger across her clit.

“Yes.” It comes out a sob, Tessa’s whole body arching off the couch.

“Oh?” Pero attempts to mock her, but his voice breaks on the single syllable. He drags his thumb through the wetness dripping from her folds and starts rubbing softly against the swollen bundle of nerves.

“I thought so, angel.”

He dips a finger into her, making a little satisfied sound when he slides in easily to the knuckle. She bucks into his hand, desperate for more.

“Pero, Pero, please -”

“What do you need?”

“Please,” she whines, “let me - let me touch you -”

“Come for me first,” he tells her, adding a second finger and increasing the pace of his thumb on her clit. “Come for me and I'll let you have anything you want.”

Tessa’s so worked up it takes no time at all to drive her right to the edge of her climax. He watches her pleasure break, every muscle going taut as her cunt flutters and pulses around his fingers.

When she’s come down from it he withdraws, taking a moment to trace the lips of her pussy in slow fascination, painting her in her own wetness. He pushes gently against her clit with slick fingertips and she flinches away, exhaling a little breathy ah at the overstimulation.

She lets go of the couch and sits up, pushing at his shirt and pants with shaky limbs until he’s as naked as she is. She leans forward, their positions and height difference allowing her to place open-mouthed kisses across his stomach while her hands trace the muscles in his back. His thick, hard cock brushes against her chin a few times, and Tessa pulls back slightly so she can wrap a hand around him and give him a few slow, teasing strokes. His eyes fall shut and she takes a moment to admire the length and heft of him, the way she can’t quite make her fingertips reach each other at the thickest part of his cock.

There’s a fat drop of precum gathered at the tip, and before she can overthink it she dips her head down and swipes her tongue across it.

Pero’s eyes fly open and he makes a sound like he’s been punched in the gut, his entire torso contracting in a flinch.

“Sorry, I - ”

“Did you just - ”

They stare at each other for a moment, then Tessa sits back, moving her hand to his knee.

“Sorry,” she says again. “I should have asked first if that was okay -”

“Do it again.” And even after all he’s already done to her tonight it must come out more commanding than he intends because he immediately softens it with, “please.”

And she almost does, she almost moves to obey him without another thought, but then Tessa decides he’s not the only one who can tease.

“Do…what, Pero? This?” She starts stroking him again, moving her hand lightly up and down his cock, neither her grip firm enough nor her pace fast enough to have any real hope of getting him off.

“No,” he growls at her, “you know what.”

“I do,” Tessa says sagely, finding immense pleasure in watching this broad, powerful man above her lose his mind a little. “I do know, but I need you to tell me.”

She squeezes him just a bit harder, and through clenched teeth he says,

“Please put your mouth on me again.”

Tessa grins and takes the entire tip of him into her mouth this time. Pero nearly shouts at the sensation as Tessa slowly starts to work her hand and mouth in tandem. Once she’s coated as much of him as she can in her spit she trails her lips up and down his shaft, teasing him with quick little kisses and kitten licks. He’s so tense and trying so hard to hold himself still she can practically hear the strain in his body.

She keeps up a steady rhythm with her hand and glances up at him. He’s squeezed his eyes shut again and almost looks like he’s in pain.

“Pero?” She calls softly, concerned.

He exhales a shaky breath and blinks down at her.

“You know you’re supposed to enjoy this, right?” She tells him, not unkindly. “If you aren’t, we can stop?”

“No.” He shakes his head sharply. “No, it’s not that, it’s just, I - mmm -” He loses his train of thought for a moment as Tessa rolls his foreskin up and over the tip of his cock and back again. “It’s just that -”

And even in the low light Tessa can see his skin flush and darken, his mouth pulling into a familiar scowl, and she’s pretty sure he’s…embarrassed? And there’s something in his tone that makes her wonder…

“Pero, has anyone ever done this for you before?”

She almost misses it, the minute jerk of his head no.

“It is not - it was not - commonly done. I’d heard stories, from men who would brag about women who would do such things, but only for a much higher price than I was ever willing to -”

He cuts himself off and won’t meet her eye. Tessa reaches up and grasps his arm, running her thumb back and forth over his bicep to try and soothe him.

“You don’t have to explain or justify anything to me, Pero,” she tells him, and it’s true. The admission that he’s paid for sex in the past neither surprises nor bothers her. Instead a shivery thrill runs through her at the thought that she could be the first person to ever do this with him.

“Do you want me to keep going? Do you want me to keep sucking your cock?” The innocent, questioning look on her face is at odds with her filthy words in a way she knows he likes. “Because I want that. I want to make you come with my mouth. Will you let me?”

Pero whimpers and his cock twitches in her hand. Barely has the word yes left his lips before Tessa leans forward to take as much of him in her mouth as she can. He brushes slightly trembling fingers over her cheek before sliding one hand into her hair, the other gripping the back of the couch to keep himself upright.

Tessa’s practically folded herself in half to do this and her quickly neck starts to hurt like a bitch but it’s more than worth it to feel Pero get closer and closer to his peak. She typically isn’t even a big fan of giving blowjobs, but she loves this, to be able to give Pero this experience, to see and feel and hear and taste this man come apart just from her hands and her mouth.

She digs one hand into the meat of his ass to urge him closer. Her nails leave little half-moon impressions and even though he hisses a bit at the pain Tessa feels him harden even further and she tucks that knowledge away to examine later.

“Tessa, angel, I - oh fuck - ”

The warm, salty taste of him fills her mouth and she hums in encouragement as she swallows it all. Pero shakes and sputters and when he’s spent Tessa drags her tongue in one final sweep up and over the tip of his cock before letting him go. She leans back and rests on her elbows, wiping her chin on her shoulder.

“You okay?” She has to bite back the urge to giggle at the slightly dumbfounded expression on Pero’s face.

In answer to her question he falls forward, catching himself with a hand on either side of her and crashing his mouth into hers. His kiss is rough and demanding but it also tastes like gratitude and trust and all the things Pero wants and feels and can’t find a way to say out loud.

Then he surprises her, shuffling himself down the couch and pulling her legs apart, his mouth mere inches from where she’s already starting to drip for him again. Tessa resists the urge to squirm away; Pero’s never given her any reason to feel self-conscious about her appearance - just the opposite, in fact. Still, he’s never had his face quite this close to her pussy before and she can’t help but be a little nervous about what he might think.

“I’ve heard tell of men who do this, too,” he says, “though it always seemed a far rarer thing than women pleasing men in such a way.”

“Still is,” Tessa mutters dryly.

“But I’ve thought about this,” he whispers against the skin of her thigh, his voice rough and cracked with the confession. “I’d always heard it spoken of as some wicked, forbidden thing, but every time I see your pretty cunt, angel, every time I feel how wet it gets for me, I can’t stop wondering - ” He closes his eyes, pressing his forehead against her leg, fighting against the internalized shame of admitting to such a desire, “I can’t stop wondering what you taste like.”

It’s a raw admission, and Tessa realizes she isn’t the only one who feels vulnerable right now. She cups his cheek in her palm, brushing gently over his scar.

“You’re welcome to find out,” she says, and there’s no humor or wit to it, only gentle permission, and he groans and tightens his grip on her thighs until it’s nearly painful.

“You will have to help guide me here, angel,” he warns, looking up at her with eyes grown dark and sharp with desire.

“I think I can do tha - fuck!”

Pero parts her folds with his thumbs and swipes his tongue in a broad stripe all the way up to her clit in a way that temporarily robs her of speech.

But after having him as her de facto sous chef in the kitchen lately it should be no surprise at all that he takes direction well, instantly responding to her breathy requests of a little higher up and you can go faster, that’s it and gimme your fingers too, please Pero, let me feel you inside me. What he lacks in experience and finesse he makes up for in eagerness to please. He grows bolder and more sure of himself as she drenches his face and fingers with more and more slick and her words eventually become limited to right there and oh god yes and don’t stop, Pero, don’t stop don’t stop -

He hitches one of her legs up higher over his shoulder and waits until she’s looking at him. Then he holds her gaze with a wry glint in his eye and gently runs his fingertips up and down the soft skin behind her knee.

It’s enough - the barely-there tickle along an erogenous zone, the rapid swipe of his tongue on her clit, and the stretch of his fingers inside her provide a combination of sensations Tessa hasn’t even realized she needs and her orgasm washes over her. Pero’s hand leaves her leg as he quickly slings his arm across her hips to hold her down as she comes with a wail, her release soaking him and dripping down his fingers. He doesn’t stop until he’s cleaned up every drop and she’s limply pushing him away.

He slowly makes his way back up her body, pausing to mouth at her breasts, laving at the damp, salty skin of her sternum.

Tessa nudges him further up so she can kiss him. It’s lazy and messy and slow, a soft brush of tongues and swollen lips and a sharing of tastes.

“So what do you think?” She asks, still a little out of breath.

“You will have to let me do that again sometime, angel,” he says, and Tessa lets out a weak laugh.

“Anytime you fucking want, Pero.”

He could go another round, his cock starting to harden against her thigh, but instead he gently settles most of his weight on her and silently revels in the feeling of her hands running idly up and down his back. She reaches up to comb her fingers through the curls at the base of his neck and it pulls a pleased rumble from deep in his chest.

They stay like that for a while, until at last the log on the fire has completely burned out and Tessa’s voice pulls him back from his half-asleep state.

“Pero?”

“Hm?”

“Let’s go to bed.”

He reluctantly disentangles himself from her and stands, bending down to gently scoop her up into his arms. She clings to his neck, nearly asleep herself, and he heads for her bedroom, whispering so softly into her ear he’s not sure she hears him,

“As you wish.”

Chapter 8.

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a/n: if you know what movie Tessa and Pero were watching, we are friends now. I don’t make the rules.

Also, a quick note about the end of this story: I know a lot of folks in their comments and reblogs have been anxious about the solstice deadline and whether Pero is going to stay or go and whether he and Tessa will have a happy ending or not. And every time I want so badly to say something in return about it, but I’ve been playing coy because I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone when they may not actually want to be spoiled, and also of course don’t want to prematurely give the endgame away regardless.

That being said! I personally avoid reading fics that have angsty, unresolved, or otherwise unhappy endings myself, so I get if some folks would actually like to know in advance how/if things work out. If that is the case, you can do one of two things: 1. Send me a DM and ask (I won’t give you details or anything, but I will give you the general vibes) or 2. Take a look at my masterlist. There is a pretty big clue in there as to the general nature of how this is story is going to end. 😉

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valyrou · 2 years ago

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Star Wars characters love language

Authors note: Hi!! I‘m new to Tumblr so idk if what I’m doing is correct? I assume this is a blog everyone can see an Re-Blog? (Wich I’m ok with) I’m terribly sorry if anyone did this already but I just had this idea while writing something else lol

Features: Anakin Skywalker, Obi wan Kenobi and Din Djarin

Tw: Bad gramma, Y/n has they/them pronouns and it’s not described how they look like (Idk if I should have written this somewhere else but it might trigger some people so..) Mention of sickness and injuries

ALSO MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING BC I GOT REALLY TIRED AND LAZY AT THE END SO I‘M SO SO SORRY FOR THIS

(Requests are currently open <3)

Anakin Skywalker

Physical touch

This man is all about touching. If it’s after a risky mission or an argument with his master, he just wants to be held tight and forget about the constant stress and responsibility that he has laying on his shoulders.

Anakin came rushing to his chambers after he got patched up in the med bay. He was sent on a mission to collect information from some spy guy that was lurking on some ship, turns out it was all plotted to kill whoever came to collect said information. His steps slowed down and came to a full stop when he stood Infront of his door, wich would led him into his home. His heart started beating faster when he felt the familiar presents in his chambers, waiting for him to come in.

The door slid open and revealed his loved one waiting impatiently just mere meters away from him. Anakins tensed shoulders relaxed as he rushed to their side to embrace them. He gently pulled them against his aching body while pressing soft kisses on top of their head „Welcome home Ani“ your delicate voice bought butterflies to his stomach „I‘ve missed you my love“ his voice not more than a whisper to your ear. Anakin let go of his S/O and cupped their face with his hands while staring into their eyes like he hasn’t seen them in years. He caressed their face and gently gently pressed his lips to theirs. Finally he could hold them Ingos Arms again.

Obi wan

Quality time

We all know Obi wan. He is caring and kind, but also keen to the Jedi order. In order to not stand out on your relation ship, spending time together is the perfect thing especially if your a Jedi too! He would enjoy your company and eventually sneak a kiss here and there (ahh omggg)

It was a late sunny day that y/n and Kenobi decided to take a walk together in a more relaxed part of the city. Occasionally people would walk by and greet the two Jedi politely while the two of them would greet back. Obi wan took his beloved behind a building that formed into a platform that showed a beautiful view of the passing suns. Obi took the hands of his partner in his much bigger ones „I wish I could show you how much I love you Obi“ Kenobis face softened and gently squeezed their hands „Your time is enough to show me how much you care for me love“ he pressed a kiss on their forehead as the sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon.

Din Djarin

Act of service

Throughout the whole series there where acts of services so you can’t tell me that he wouldn’t shower his S/O in exactly that??? He is such a sweet man (Ugh I’m obsessed with Pedro pascal but that’s another story..) he would appreciate acts of service but would most likely do them himself for you

The Mandalorian Heard a Loud sneeze coming from not so far away in his ship. It didn’t startle him, it worried him. It was the sixth time he had heard it, so the next time another sneeze was heard,he chose the first planet he was the closest to and landed there. When the ship stood still on the chosen planet he stood up and walked to his obvious sick partner „Din.? Why did we land?“ the raspy voice of his loved one worried him even more then the sneezing. His gloved hand reached to their forehead before sighing„You‘re burning up! As long as this is, we will not continue our journey“ his voice sounded serious tho his face expressed pure worry, but that view was cut off since he wore his signature mandolorian helmet „But Mando we have to get the kid to its kind!“ the sickling protested. A heavy sigh was heard and the mandolorian shook his head, while he gently pushed his partner into bed „Just let me do this for you..“ he pleaded. No one could resist that genuine plead coming from this man so y/n had no other choice than to give up and relax in the small bed.

Even the green baby came to the side of the bed and patted the sick ones hand „You stay here too, while I look for medicine“ he said demanding to the kid that made brabble noises that seemed like a form of him understanding. The bounty hunter left the ship and looked for a small village that would help him with his problem. Meanwhile y/n had slipped into a deep sleep and only woke up when they felt a wet cloth on their head „Mornin sunshine..“ the masked man greeted „You didn’t need to do all this for me“ they said with a soft smile on their face. Din caressed their face and shook his head „You are worth the trouble Cyar’ika“ he said softly

Ily all thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed lol

Re-blogs are allowed <3

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jimothy-hopkins · 2 years ago

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Moral Support

It was another ordinary day at Smith Farms. The green grass swayed in the breeze as the overcast sky hung over the Kentucky land. Today was slightly different. A guest had come for a short while.

All of this was Gary’s. Sure his father owned the house and land, but the horses that inhabited it belonged to Gary. They came when called, ran to greet him, and most listened.

“Hey moron, step back a bit,” Gary ordered, pushing his companion back.

Jimmy had been the guest.

The ginger complied, as he didn’t want to get kicked by these massive beasts. These things were about as big as Norton Williams and Bif Taylor. Maybe they even had a few inches on them.

Gary stepped inside the stall of a young stallion, Rue. Rue was a green four-year-old with hardly any experience other than halter training. He was the son of his mare Deady Debutante, although it’d be s shocker to some. Rue’s sooty buckskin coat contrasted with Debutante’s bold bay sabino pattern. Rue had no other markings than the white diamond on his forehead covered by his puffy forelock.

He gently put the yellow halter over his head and led the youngster to the cross ties. Jimmy watched Gary gently tack up the young stallion. He noticed how Gary kept flopping and kicking around anything he could. Rue’s ears flicked and turned at all the noises. His head perked up a few times upon hearing the metal pang and jostle. Jimmy would follow as Gary led Rue into the indoor arena and chose to sit on the bleachers and spectate. For moral support.

Gary placed a foot in the stirrup and hoisted himself up and over into the saddle. The brunette patted the stallion on the neck to let him know he was being good. Once Rue had adjusted, Gary applied pressure on his sides to have him walk. The pair maneuvered around the arena, slow at first, but quickly picked up the pace over trot poles. Occasionally Gary corrected Rue on his pace and used his crop to make him mind the speed limit.

Jimmy spectated from the stands, watching as Gary controlled this thousand-pound stallion like a bike. He made it look so easy, so effortless. In a way, it did make Jimmy a tad bit jealous. Sometimes he wished he was sophisticated and well-written. Instead, Jimmy was just a loose cannon with nobody there to restrain his impulsive hostile nature. His brown eyes up to the skylight. He took notice of how dark the sky was. It looked like an evening at only 3-o’-clock in the afternoon. The clouds were heavy and dark, and a storm brewed above. He imagined it brewing in the sky. The water would swirl and churn the sky like a whirlpool.

Gary didn’t focus on the clouds. What he focused on was getting Rue to clear these tiny jumps. Rue wasn’t exactly the bravest of stallions and could be timid. That was what Gary wanted to eliminate. He desired to get Rue out of his comfort zone. Maybe, someday even turn him into a cross country champion, or perhaps a Grand Prix jumper like his dam.

However, his hopes, and Gary himself, crashed down quite literally.

A massive roar of thunder ripped through the air and rattled the walls. Rue squealed and bucked. The stallion stumbled over his own feet as Gary attempted to keep his seat. But Gary was sent harshly to the floor as Rue bolted.

Jimmy’s eyes widened, and he immediately got down from the stands. He quickly came to Gary’s side, kneeling over him.

"Gary, are you alright?" Jimmy asked.

“I’m fine- moron-” Gary rasped, clearly holding back tears as he cradled his leg.

“Let me see.” Jimmy insisted as he pried Gary’s hands from his injured leg.

After Jimmy prodded a bit, he concluded that Gary had sprained or broken his ankle. Without even acknowledging Rue, Jimmy hoisted Gary into his arms.

“Put me down,” Gary wavered, “I can walk on my own.”

“No, you can’t. Also, didn’t anyone tell you it’s ok to cry, Gary?” He asked.

“Shut up, moron.” He hiccupped, refusing to swallow his pride. However, a few tears did slip from his eyes.

Jimmy had taken him back to the stall area and had Gary sit down and take off his boot. Now that had to be painful for Gary. His ankle had already started to swell up. The ginger ventured past the tack rack and into the feed closet. There he dug into the deep freezer and retrieved an ice pack. He walked out and sat beside Gary, handing the cold compress to him. The brunette carefully set it over his injured ankle. Jimmy saw his jaw clenched and that his eyes had been squeezed shut.

He sat beside Gary, carefully rubbing his back to comfort him for moral support.

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songmingisthighs · 3 years ago

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Hooked

introduction pt. i | pt. ii | pt. ii

ch. x - choke me daddy

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warning : explicit (??) smut written below, kinky shit, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

You threw your phone on your bed after that conversation, reminding yourself to punish Jongho when the time comes.

"Hey," Mingi called as he walked in through your door, putting his backpack by the shoe rack before jumping on your bed, landing right on top of you. You chuckled at his antics, patting his head lovingly before pressing a kiss to his forehead as he rests his head comfortably on your chest, burying his face between your boobs.

Mingi inhaled deeply before exhaling loudly in satisfaction, "I love your boobs," he said, voice mumbled as it's buried. You rolled your eyes at him, "first thing you said to me in person's 'I love your boobs' ? Classy, gi," you scoffed.

He detached his face from your chest momentarily to peel the shirt you're wearing up to your chest, exposing your bra and tummy to him which made him smile. He dove to kiss and bite around the exposed skin playfully, the sensation making you giggle.

"Technically, the first thing I said to you was 'hey'," he said for a second before continuing to leave bite marks around. As his lips were busy and your hands tangle in his hair, his own hands started to peel your sleeping shorts off to show that you had in fact gone commando.

When feeling the lack of underwear by your hips, Mingi stopped his lip's work to look down, making sure he wasn't imagining things, before looking up at you with a raised eyebrow. You know he's not actually judging you so you bit your bottom lip to prevent yourself from giggling, "surprise?" To which he chuckled incredulously at your cheekiness but not saying anything.

He simply reached his palm towards your face, a gesture you're familiar with so you spit into his hand without command. He proceeds to smear your spit all over your pussy, using it as a lubricant.

The feeling of his large hand and calloused fingers were amazing on your aching pussy, so you moaned when he started to slow his motions down to put pressure on certain parts.

"God, I love your moans," he groaned before slapping your pussy harshly, making you yelp and jolt a little at the stinging sensation. "Oh, baby, did I hurt you?" He asked mockingly.

Looking down at him, his eyes showed faux innocence as his actions were doing dirty deeds. The sight arouses you, proven by how your hole is clenching and leaking more juice.

Again, he slapped your pussy, making you cried out again in both pain and pleasure, "daddy asked you a question, princess," "s-sorry daddy, you're not hurting me, it feels so good," you moaned, attitude immediately changing when he addresses himself as 'daddy'.

When you answered, he smiled, satisfied with your obedience. Eyes peering back down to stare at your pussy, Mingi began to exhale shakily, "I wanna eat this pretty pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," he growled before he started to attack your pussy with his mouth.

You were left a moaning mess as he had his way with you. Mingi went from an animalistic speed to slow and sensual in a matter of seconds. He managed to slip three fingers all at once while tugging at your swollen nub with his teeth. At first, he moved his fingers in and out of you slowly, mouth leaving soft pecks all around while whispering about how good you are behaving for him. The praises and the intimacy of feeling his fingers buried in you made your stomach flutter.

It wasn't until he suddenly spits on your pussy that he rammed his fingers in you ruthlessly. You squealed loudly at the feeling, not caring whether or not the people next door hear you.

"Shit, princess, you're trembling," he said as he watched your thighs shake, but even then he didn't stop or slow down, he instead delivers several more slaps to your pussy to add to the sensation. You wanted to tell him that you want to cum all over him, you want him to wreck you completely. But your brain was numb from the intense feeling he was giving, you couldn't form words, only pornographic pants and moans that made Mingi's dick twitch in his pants.

When you were at the very edge, Mingi suddenly pulled his fingers out of you and stood up. Your eyes widened and you had half the mind to scold him, but you know he's in his daddy persona and you're his princess so scolding him would be a bad idea.

Mingi rid himself of his clothing immediately, stripping himself bare. When you see his monstrous cock slap against his stomach, you could've sworn that you drooled a little and your pussy clench, as if sending a signal to your brain to shove his impressively massive length in you.

You sat up slightly and reach your hand for his cock, but he held your wrist, preventing your hand from making contact. You whined at him, "daddy, no, gimme," you pouted, batting your eyelashes at him, "I want your cock in my mouth," you added as you peer back to the impressive appendage between his legs. The tip was angry red and leaking precum, the thought of him fucking your mouth and cumming down your throat could make you cum on the spot.

Seeing how desperate you are, Mingi smirked, "next time, okay baby? Right now daddy needs to be in your pussy, daddy needs to fill you up with his cum," his words alone made you hitch your breath and your pussy to clench, thinking about his cock pumping his cum inside you until you leak? You could faint.

Your expression gave away the arousal you feel which exhilarate Mingi. His cock was twitching, eager and longing to be buried deep inside you.

Not wasting any more time, he climbed onto the bed, in between your opened legs. He took hold of his cock and drag it across your pussy back and forth. The feeling of his tip pressing onto you, almost slipping every time it passes your hole, was enough to make you whine loudly at him, getting his attention.

Reaching a finger down to your sopping pussy, you swipe at it while purposefully grazing against his throbbing head before dipping said finger into your mouth.

By now, Mingi's staring down at you like a predator while you're his prey. You tasting yourself, moaning and swirling your tongue around sets him off immediately.

"You dirty, dirty bitch," was the last thing he said before he grabs both of your legs open by your knees, and fully sheathed himself in you in one thrust.

"D-daddy," you squealed loudly when your walls feel his bare cock inside you. So big, so warm, so perfect, "m-monst-ter c-cock," you whimpered, breath held in while you slowly try to relax yourself at the intrusion to your pussy. Thankfully with the amount of slick that came out, his whole length went in easier.

Mingi was looking straight down at his dick that's been swallowed by your pulsing pussy. The sheen of juice and both your and his spit makes your pussy look really appetizing to him.

"God, princess, hand daddy your phone," he groaned, trying to hold on as best as he could to not immediately hammer you down. Without question (and not wanting to disobey) you reach to the side and grab your phone before handing it to him.

At first, you didn't know what he's gonna do (or more like your brain's too doped up in dopamine to process anything), but then he held your phone sideways and directed it to where you're both are so intimately connected.

While the camera records, Mingi began pulling out of you enough so that his tip was still inside. But the lack of his large cock pressing against your walls made you whine in protest, "daddy no," you whimpered out, bottom lip jutting forward in disdain.

The expression on your face, in contrast to what is currently happening, made Mingi coo at you. He reached his right hand forward and tug on your bottom lip with his thumb, your camera recording everything, "be patient, princess, daddy will give you his cum but only if you be a good girl and hold your legs wide open for daddy," he instructs to which you nod eagerly and immediately stretch yourself open.

As you did so, Mingi began pushing back in slowly, letting you feel every ridge and every vein on his cock. Your mouth hung open at the overwhelming pleasure he's giving you and seeing you in such a state boosted his ego through the roof.

When his pelvis meet your bottom, he could see the outline of his tip protruding from your lower stomach and you felt it from the inside.

To tease him, you released one of your legs from your hold and move it to where the bulge is, pressing it slightly to let him feel the pressure. "I can feel daddy right here, deep, deep inside me," you said shakily. He groaned at the visual and your word, he began thrusting slowly while filming everything. He kept his pace for a while, focusing on documenting everything.

At least he was until you let out a particularly high-pitched, shaky moan that's combined with your shaking thighs and curling toes when he hit a particularly deep and amazing spot.

Once he registered your pleasure, he turns the video off and threw your phone to the side. "Princess, daddy's gonna ruin you so bad, your brain's gonna turn to mush," was the final thing he said before he suddenly lifts and rest your right leg to his shoulder and presses your left leg onto the bed.

Before you could do anything else, he began ramming his dick into you at an inhuman speed and unbelievably deep inside you. You could've sworn you could feel his dick rearranging your insides every time he moves in and out of you.

The look on his face showed just how much he's enjoying himself. Eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip in between his teeth, and eyes zeroing in on you. Just by looking at your fucked out face he feels like he could bust a nut that very second. But his priority is you.

Having been denied orgasm previously made you highly susceptible to reaching your orgasm quickly. It didn't take long for a knot to form in your stomach, indicating that you're just about to be tipped over the edge.

"D-d-da-dad-daddy- I-I-" you stuttered, trying to tell Mingi that you're so close to cumming.

Knowing you well, he immediately changed positions of his hands on you. One hand pressed to your lower belly, low enough so that his thumb could rub harshly against your nub. Whereas his other hand, held onto your neck just enough to give pressure but not to restrict oxygen from coming in.

The new sensation of being choked made you dizzy. You weren't sure whether it was because you're lacking oxygen or if it's just your arousal, but by everything that is holy you swore your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"That's it princess, come on, cum for daddy. Make a fucking mess, show daddy how much you love being fucking used like a sex toy. Daddy's gonna make you so full with his cum that you'd still be dripping daddy's cum tomorrow," he said lowly.

And that seemed to be the last push you need to experience what you have to say is the best and most intense orgasm you've ever had in your life.

You were a complete mess. Head thrown back, back-arching, toes curling, thighs clamping Mingi, pussy clenching impossibly hard and a loud squeal emitted from inside you.

As you were still in a euphoric state, Mingi had managed to reach his peak as well with the help of your pussy so tightly clenching around him. He had always been one to cum a lot so it took a while until he completely emptied himself out, hips never stop thrusting as he rode both of your orgasms.

When he was sure you both are done, he finally collapsed on top of you. His arms immediately wrap around your body to hold you as close as possible to him.

Slowly, when you started to come back to your senses, you began wrapping your own arms around him and tucking your face on the junction of his neck.

"That was amazing," you panted out, voice tiny as you had just been squealing and screaming and moaning for quite some times. Mingi chuckled at you as he slowly began to stroke your hair with one hand and reaching for your blanket with the other, "so I take it choking's on your list now?" he asked to which you could only nod at him.

He was just about to pull out of you when you whined and wrap your leg around him in protest, "no, keep it inside me, it feels good," that confirmed to him that you really did had had an amazing sex with him because you usually only wanna do cockwarming when you feel deeply satisfied.

Nevertheless, who was he to deny you?

So he simply pulls your blanket around both of your bodies and peck your forehead sweetly before getting both you and him comfortable.

"Good night, princess, sleep well," he said before letting you and him rest for the night after spending a great time together.

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citowon · 3 years ago

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First and Second 🎧 Masumi Usui

hi hi!! are writing requests open?? if so then i’d like some headcanons for masumi with an s/o who’s izumi’s younger sibling!! if that’s okay!! (the reader can be either male or gender neutral please!!) thank you very much!! also happy fuck tsuzuru friday

did someone say ‘carried away?’ because OH MY GOD i got so carried away with this one, but i’m very proud of it! a lot of the concepts i included are ones very dear to me, and this one made me think of so many silly masumi hcs. i might make another hc list about the massu thoughts i had here but the next request in the inbox is also for masumi, so stay tuned massu fans 🖤

word count: 8625

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, headcanons + fic, just a little bit of angst, most of this was written at various times between 1-3 am so there’s a few funny hahas in there

summary: Masumi meets the in-laws and Reader makes a new friend. Izumi is delighted at this turn of events.

Izumi’s family visits backstage on the second-to-last night of Charlatan of Oz.

Ms. Tachibana is reserved, but they’re still mother and daughter. No one talks about Yukio. It’s clear to everyone Izumi is the spitting image of her dad as well as what he left behind when he disappeared.

But Ms. Tachibana still breaks into a smile, kisses Izumi on the forehead, and presents her with a bouquet of roses in orange, red and gold like a bright sunset.

(Masumi notes one of the roses, a peach bordering on pink, matches the exact shade of Izumi’s eyes. He’ll have to ask Ms. Tachibana about the species- he has a new goal to save up and buy Izumi 99 roses in the same color.)

The Director introduces her mother first, and Masumi is the first to shake her hand.

“Good evening,” he greeted. Ms. Tachibana is pudgy and warm, and her handshake is firm, but he can feel the beginnings of prominent veins that come with age. “I’m glad you could make it. Did you enjoy our show?”

“It was wonderful,” she said. “You’ve scouted some talented actors, Izumi, not to mention polite. This one respects his elders, unlike some people I know.”

“It was one time, Mom, and I was like three and barely knew what manners were. You can’t blame me for Christmas at Uncle Masahiro’s anymore.”

“What happened on Christmas at Uncle Masahiro’s?” Sakuya asked.

At the same time, Masumi said, “Thank you, Ms. Tachibana. I want to leave a good impression on my future in-laws.”

Yeah, that explained why no one answered Sakuya’s question. Itaru let out a massive “HAH” right next to Chikage’s ear, the latter alarmed but unsure whether to laugh or not.

Tsuzuru went in for the rescue and bowed. “I am so sorry for Masumi’s behavior, I don’t know what got into him. Please forgive him.”

“Oh! So that means you’re Masumi,” Ms. Tachibana said. She elbowed Izumi, whose mouth was pried into a thin, tight-lipped smile, then went to pinch Masumi’s cheeks. He fought the innate urge to shake her off. “Izumi! You didn’t tell me you had such a handsome admirer!”

“That’s a word for it,” Izumi muttered. “Don’t encourage him. Give him even the smallest crumb of hope and he’ll run with it.”

“I love your daughter,” he said. “Can I have your blessing?”

Tsuzuru made a choking noise behind Masumi, but Ms. Tachibana just laughed. “I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. Izumi is way too old for you.”

“I know, but hey,” Izumi whined, suspiciously like American comedian John Mulaney.

“But since you seem like a good boy, I have another kiddo about your age.” She looked over Masumi’s shoulder. “Reader!”

None of the Spring Troupe even noticed them enter the dressing room, save for Citron. They were looking at the prop table as the actor pointed out the cool wizard staves and a half-eaten bag of expired Fritos he found halfway during a show the other day.

Reader cocked their head and approached as Ms. Tachibana beckoned them over. “This is Reader, my youngest. You’ll have better luck with them than you will with Izumi, I can tell you that.”

“But I don’t want anyone else. I want Izumi and nothing could change my love.”

Reader’s mouth formed a big fat O. “Wait, Izu, is this the guy?”

Izumi popped the P in “Yep.”

“Oh,” they said.

Then they giggled. “Oh.”

They gave Masumi a once-over. “Ohhh,” they repeated.

There is nothing in this world that outweighs my love, Masumi thought, but if this kid doesn’t stop staring at me like I’m out of the loop, I’m gonna bash their head in with Citron’s staff.

“Hey, Izu, you tied down a good one,” they said.

“I did not.”

“I better be in the bridal party once you guys pick a date. Hear me out- beach wedding.”

“Reader,” Izumi said calmly. She wore a smile like a customer service worker on the last leg of their shift. “There is no wedding, there is nothing between us, I am single-“ Reader raised their hand to interject- “and I swear on my secret spice blend, if you take that as an opportunity to hook me up with another one of your friends’ siblings- which, by the way, is none of your business and I’m sure your friends know that as well- I’m going to strangle you.”

Reader lowered their hand.

Masumi joined them and held a hand out to Reader. “Thanks for coming to our production. Have we met? It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Masumi, Izumi’s future husband.”

Reader looked Izumi dead in the eye with the biggest shit-eating grin as they shook his hand. “The pleasure’s all mine. Treat my sister well, okay?”

Izumi buried her head in her hands.

Masumi’s on cloud nine after introducing himself to you. After all, you said you were expecting a wedding, right? How could he not be happy about that?

The Tachibanas stay in town for a few days to watch the last showing of Charlatan, then spend some time with the eldest daughter. They don’t say hello backstage, but that is… fine, actually.

He sees you once again that night for dinner at the dorms, though. You mention offhandedly you missed Izumi’s curry, and he relates to that. He’s blessed to have the perfect woman make him a perfect meal every night, and he’s glad someone else in the dorms can appreciate that, even if only on visiting hours.

The grind stops for no one. Well, it stops a little for Spring Troupe as they recuperate after Charlatan closes, but the next day Izumi is back up and at it with Summer Troupe, running through exercises like a woman on a mission.

For Masumi, though, it’s a lazy morning. All his plans today are to wake up at 12 PM (done), make some toaster waffles (done), and smoke Tsuzuru out of the room with his big-ass speakers so he can enjoy some music in peace.

He’s on his way to his room, munching on some cinnamon toast Eggos when he crosses the practice room. It’s his favorite part of the walk. He doesn’t even need to listen specifically to hear dramatic lines, Izumi’s sweet voice, and… math rock?

Lounging beside the door was Reader, a folder perched along your legs as you worked on some homework. Beside you was your phone, connected to you by earbuds in your favorite color.

You were immersed in your homework, but Masumi just had to ask. The song blasting through your earbuds was from an independent band he recently found, and he’d never met anyone else listening to it.

You feel something nudge you and you jump, but you’re relieved when you realize it’s Izumi’s loyal follower. As much as she complains about the guy, he doesn’t seem to be much of a threat to you.

The unfamiliarity is palpable as the conversation starts, but once you hear the band’s name, you’re glowing. You’ve been listening to them since their first EP, and you’ve finally got a willing audience to listen to you and why you love them so much!

You know the discography like the back of your hand, while Masumi’s a new listener, so in a lull in the conversation you skip to a new song and offer an earbud. “Hey, listen to this. Super underrated.”

He takes the earbud and sits down beside you. His arm brushes against your sleeve from close proximity. The song is sparse and dissonant. You said it was one of the most vulnerable, heartfelt pieces the band’s created, and it shows; the vocals are at a whisper and the guitar acoustic as wind effects outweigh the actual melody-

Whatever lovely trance Masumi found himself in, it was broken the second the practice room door slammed open and Kazunari strode out, Summer Troupe in tow. “Hey, it’s Massu and E-Reader! Whatcha doing out here alone?”

“Woaaaaah, look at all those papers, Reader! Were you camping out here or something?”

“I bet they were looking for triangles!”

“Wait, Masumi, were you helping Reader with homework? That’s just like the latest chapter in- eek! Actually, how about I leave now so you don’t have to deal with a third-rate third wheel like me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Muku. Izumi’s inside, so if you were looking for her, you came to the right place. No need to be shy.”

“Shut it, hack, did you even consider that they didn’t want to interrupt practice?”

Leave it to Summer Troupe to instantly kill the mood.

You made small talk with Summer Troupe while Masumi stuck to the sidelines, not interested in the conversation but refusing to leave without the name of that song.

By the time the actors left, you handed Masumi your phone.

Masumi checked the now playing feature on your phone, his mind reading the song title over and over again. Once he got back to his room, he’d do this track justice by listening to it beginning to end with one of his high-end headphones.

“Give me your phone number,” you said. “Please?”

He’s used to random students asking him out of the blue for his number or socials, but never one that seemed as cool as you, or at least as cool as your music taste suggested. “Why?”

You shrugged. “It’s what friends do, isn’t it?”

Hell yeah. Izumi was going to be so proud that her future husband and sibling were friends.

Masumi’s eyes were straight on the phone screen as he made a contact for you, but you couldn’t help but feel a little prideful for getting along so well with one of the most standoffish members of Mankai Company.

You return home, but you make good use of Masumi’s number. Your text threads aren’t much for conversation, but you both send links to music videos to each other.

“check out this band! [link] i saw them live last time they toured and they were amazing afskshsla”

“cool. think youd like this. [link]”

You can’t pinpoint when it started exactly, but over time you and Masumi get comfortable enough to just call each other and talk about whatever. He becomes a steady, reliable friend that never judges you for anything and always chills you out.

You come to more and more of Mankai’s shows with or without Ms. Tachibana, and always show up for two or more of Spring Troupe’s performances.

For Harugaoka Quartet, you decide to drop by backstage on opening night and congratulate everyone-

-but Masumi’s the one that ends up on the receiving end of your bouquet of flowers, all of them big and pale purple.

You say it’s to celebrate nailing the a lead role, but he can’t help but notice Citron doesn’t have a single flower from you.

Both of you spend all your time just talking as everyone decompresses from the play. Even though it’s been a while since you last saw each other, you don’t need to catch up- you guys talk so much, you already know where you’re going to college at, problems and interests, everything.

You leave late when the theater’s about to close for the night and the actors are packing up props.

You hug him goodbye, and he watches and waves you off as you leave. It’s always a bummer to see you go, but your personality always leaves a warmth that he clings onto.

“Ah-hem. Masumi?”

What? Huh? Who was that? Masumi surveyed the room, forgetting where he was. Where was he?

“Boo!”

“Gah!” Masumi recoiled as Citron grasped his shoulders from behind, a mischievous smirk on his face. Masumi’s breath hitched in his throat, but he brushed off the shock with a huff. “Don’t do that. Try it again and I’ll kill you.”

“But I called your name so many times! I was starting to get lonely.”

“Then just walk in front of me or tug on my sleeve like a normal person. Or even better, go bug Tsuzuru instead. What do you want?”

“Director wants us to check the soundboard before she locks the theater. You wouldn’t want to disappoint her, would you?”

Well, of course not. Izumi was the one that dragged Masumi into a new family and a new passion, and he respected her deeply for it, but the reverence he once reserved only for her was dwindling. Maybe he was feeling unwell?

Whatever it was, he nodded, still holding your bouquet close to his chest. They certainly weren’t his first bouquet, and every actor usually got one or two by the end of a production, but they weren’t yours. Yours were his favorite color.

Citron led him into the wings of the stage. The curtains were already drawn and the house lights gleamed through the gaps between fabric and wood.

“Reader gave you those flowers, yes?” Citron asked as they approached the tech booth.

Masumi’s grip on the bouquet tightened on instinct. “They’re mine.”

“Of course! I would never dream of taking them. But have you thought about what you will say to Reader?”

“What?”

“You are a smart boy! You know what I mean. Do what feels right to you, but I think you should say yes.”

“What?” Masumi repeated, even more lost than before.

Citron’s face fell. “Keep your kangaroos! Haven’t you noticed?”

“It’s ‘hold your horses.’ And seriously, what? I have no idea what this conversation’s about.”

“Oh,” Citron said.

Then he glanced at Masumi’s flowers and how he held them so close to his heart and held a hand to his mouth. It did nothing to cover the pitiful smile on his lips.

“Oh,” he repeated.

“If you keep staring at me like I’m out of the loop, I’m going to go to the storage room just to dig up your staff from Charlatan and beat you with it.”

“But you are out of the- do you truly not know?”

“What are you talking about,” Masumi hissed.

“It’s about how-” Citron combed through his long blond hair with his fingers as words escaped him. “Let me be blunt. Are you in love with the Director?”

“She’s the love of my life.”

“Think. Just for a moment. Why do you love her?”

“Everything about her is perfect.”

“I want specifics, Masumi.”

“She is…”

Masumi’s mouth went dry. Of all the times when someone was actually interested in his love life, why did it have to be the one time he couldn’t drum up unconditional love?

Think, Masumi. She was pretty. That was the first thing he noticed about Izumi, and what drew him to her, but he wasn’t so shallow he would fall in love just because of looks. He couldn’t say that.

Her curry? Masumi loved her curry. Sometimes he would wake up and think, Day 482 of eating curry for at least one meal. I haven’t gotten jaundice yet. It was delicious and enough to make Gordon Ramsay cry tears of joy if he were real, but again, not something to fall head over heels over, even if he’d willingly eat it for the rest of his life. He couldn’t say that either.

But Citron was still watching him owlishly, curling a lock of hair through his finger and expecting an answer.

“Izumi was the one that gave me a chance,” he settled on. “She was the first person that taught me how to care for people other than myself.”

“That is very sweet,” Citron said.

But he didn’t say anything else. Masumi wondered if he was unsatisfied.

“She also showed me how to act. I found something to dedicate myself to.”

“Yes, yes, I see that.”

A lull in the conversation. Citron licked his hand and went back to combing.

“Did you just spit in your hair?”

“It breaks down the hairspray.”

“That is disgusting. Just, so gross on so many levels.”

“It’s- how do you say?” Citron asked as though he indeed knew how one would say. “Whatever!”

“So are you done interrogating me now or can we work on the soundboard already- wait.” Masumi looked around. They stopped walking a while ago, but never registered where exactly in the theater he was. “The soundboard’s on stage left.”

Citron ignored him. “Say, Reader is pretty neat.”

“Yeah, they are. They’re great at listening and so easy to talk to. We’re going to go to a small club gig for a progressive indie rock duo I showed them a while ago in a few weeks and I can’t wait to see them again,” Masumi said.

Citron covered his mouth again, this time to hide a laugh. “Very cool, Masumi.”

“Seriously, why are you acting like you know something I don’t?”

“I do.”

“Then tell me already.”

“No, no, I think it’s your realization to have.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m fine, Citron. if you have something to say about me or the people close to me, then just say it instead of being vague. Do you really think- are you braiding your hair?”

“It leaves very nice waves overnight,” Citron said, halfway through a smooth side braid. The spit, unfortunately, must’ve worked.

“Seriously, you dragged me out to skip on a favor for the Director, talk trash about my beloved and my friend, and keep expecting me to know something you’re just refusing to tell me. What’s your point? If you wanted to know about my life, you could’ve just asked instead of this roundabout conversation. I mean, I talk to Reader all the time, I thought you would’ve known already how close we are-“

Masumi shut his mouth. He blinked. Blinked again. Clicked his tongue like he was about to say something else, but no words came out, and he instead decided to purse his lips like he just ate something sour.

And Citron, ever the enabler, paused his braiding just to watch his junior go through a full slideshow of faces.

Masumi spent a long period of time sticking his tongue in his cheek and staring off into the curtains, lost in thought. Citron had half a mind to make some popcorn, but instead enjoyed the silence. Thinking was a good look for Masumi.

“Oh,” Masumi finally said.

“Just ‘oh?’”

“Shut up. This is serious.” Masumi made a very uncharacteristic groan and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m so stupid.”

“Not stupid,” Citron said. “Just inexperienced. You’ll get there in time.”

“But I wasted a whole year. What do I do? I’ve never felt this way before.”

“How a door bull!”

“It is not adorable,” Masumi retorted. He covered his face with the bouquet. Violets, his favorite. Dammit, you even remembered that offhand comment from months ago. You were such a good listener. “I- I don’t know. If the Director wasn’t love, then what does that make Reader?”

“If I may? Attraction gives way to love, but love at fistfight isn’t common. You don’t need to make a decision right away. Time will tell.”

“It’s called l-love at first sight. And I don’t want to wait.”

“There is sweetness in taking it slow. No one will judge you for being uncertain as long as you don’t play with emotions.” Citron ruffled Masumi’s hair, the latter too dazed to protest. “And I doubt you would! You’re very genuine.”

“How do you even know all this stuff?”

“I may have never carried a torch for anyone, but everyone carries a torch for me,” he boasted.

“You’re useless,” Masumi deadpanned, hoping it would hide how his heart felt so small and soft. “I’m leaving. I’m not talking to you about this again.”

As he stalked off, Citron called out, “Good luck with your fart puddles!”

“It’s ‘heart troubles!’ Say that again and you’re dead!”

Masumi in love- maybe? He’s not sure what to call it; what he felt for Izumi was real, but the way he sees you is different. All the bravado he had proclaiming his crush on Izumi goes out the window for you.

He likes you, he can admit that to himself, but it’s something he wants to keep a secret to himself for now. It’s nice. He used to think that love was preformative and grandiose and the bigger, the better, but now it’s soft and subtle with him, and he can’t stop thinking about how he wishes you were here.

(Masumi hates to admit it, but maybe Itaru was onto something when he said the best kind of love was unrequited.)

He places your violets on his desk right where the sun hits and asks Tsumugi how to preserve them as long as possible. He checks on them every morning and evening without fail, and can’t help but think of how light he felt when you gave them to him.

Only a day has passed, but he misses you. He scans the audience for you, and when he can’t find you he busies himself with tidying up backstage after the play and hoping you’d come by again.

It’s natural you wouldn’t go to each and every performance. You were busy, and Mankai productions usually lasted a week or more. It’s understandable. But even though he gets it, he’s still the first to enter the theater and last to leave on performance days, and as much as he tries to hide his disappointment, he notices Citron give him sympathetic looks every time his hopes of seeing you again are dashed.

Three days into the week Masumi gets a text from you, wishing him a broken leg tonight. That must mean you’re watching tonight, right? He has to prepare something for you, and he’s excited.

Sure enough, look at seat 4-27 and there you are.

Masumi sees you from behind the curtain ten minutes before showtime. Nervous energy rushes to his head, but a Spring Troupe pre-show huddle steels his nerves and he gives a performance of a lifetime, definitely his best run of the play yet as he’s fully immersed in the world of Harugaoka.

The focus ebbs once he sees you in the audience during the curtain call. He’s a bundle of nerves as Spring Troupe returns backstage, but when he sees you smile and congratulate him again, it all melts away.

There’s no way he doesn’t like you. You’re infectious. He finds himself laughing with you far more than anyone else, and he trusts you beyond words.

You shrugged on your jacket as you got ready to leave again, but Masumi tugged on your arm. “Hey. Before you go.”

“Huh? What’s up-” You turned to face him and caught a big whiff of lavender. Masumi clutched a small bundle of flowers, tall licks of purple buds tied with a twine bow.

“It’s for you.” He scratched his neck with his free hand. “For the flowers last time. Thank you.”

“Oh! No no no, thank you. They smell wonderful.”

“Yeah. I need to tell you something important.” Even just saying that made Masumi’s inner voice recoil and cringe. What a childish way to go about it.

But you perked up, scanned the room, and waved your hand to your sister. “Izu! I’m borrowing Masumi!” You shouted.

Izumi shouted back, “Have him home by midnight!”

“Done deal!” You grabbed Masumi’s hand. “Hey, let’s go outside.”

“Okay,” he said, eyes boring holes into your intertwined hands. Your hand was so soft, and the fingers fit between his knuckles like puzzle pieces. He must’ve been distracted- how else would he explain not remembering the walk at all?

You dragged him to an ice cream parlor a block down from the theater, grabbed one cone for you and a cup for Masumi (“My treat,” you insisted even as Masumi opened his wallet), and plopped yourself across from him in a corner table for two.

“So.” You licked your ice cream. “What’s going on?”

Masumi dug his spoon into his Dutch Chocolate. “I don’t like Izumi anymore.” You hummed and nodded in acknowledgement, and a quiet urge for him to continue. “It’s hard to explain. She was the first person to make me feel like that.” He paused to sink his teeth into a spoonful. “But it was a lot. It didn’t feel real in hindsight.”

You hummed again, this time while swallowing. “I get that. Feelings come and go.”

“I think I was projecting.”

“Mhm?”

“I got so caught up in someone caring about me for the first time that I thought there was no other explanation but love.” Right. You knew about Masumi’s life and the loneliness that came with it, but it still stung to know he was still grappling with the past. “So I just acted like what everyone says love is. I don’t think it was love. A crush, maybe, but not love.” Not love like this. Not like how you’re the only person I could be truly vulnerable around.

He swallowed a spoonful of his ice cream. His cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk as he ate. “So yeah,” he said dismissively, like it wasn’t a huge weight off his chest.

You licked a drop of melting ice cream off your cone, and lowered it to give your best friend your full attention. “Can I be real for a second? That’s great to hear. Changing feelings means you’re growing.”

“You say that like I grew an inch taller,” he quipped.

“It’s still important, though. You learn something new about yourself after every failed relationship or crush, so I’ve heard. Makes you mature or something.”

“So you’re not mad?”

Your face fell. “What? Of course not, why would I be mad?”

“It was your sister. I didn’t want to hurt her.”

“Ohhh.” You relaxed. “She’s tough, and she gets business relationships. I’m sure she’ll get over it.”

“I hope so.”

Masumi’s spoon scraped against the wall of his cup. You weaved a sprig of lavender behind your ear.

“Got any other suitors on the horizon?” You joked.

You. I feel for you. I missed you. I want to be here with you. I wish I could tell you how I feel.

Masumi suddenly stilled. He could tell you how he felt.

After all, you’re alone in an ice cream parlor together. He gave you flowers. He trusted you. You listened to him. The stalk of lavender brushed against your hair and pointed to your eyes, tender and attentive, and the scent was coaxing him to get closer. I want to tell you how I feel.

Citron saw the signs before Masumi himself could, and told him to say yes, yes, yes. He must’ve seen it realistically working out. And you could never look down on him, you were too kind and considerate. Every bone in his body said yes, yes, yes.

“No,” Masumi said. “I’m enjoying the single life.”

“You sound like a regular bachelor,” you teased.

Don’t rock the boat. Don’t ask for more than you deserve.

Masumi shoved his heart into a bottle and let it lie there as he took the safe route.

Masumi led you out of the parlor and into the night streets together. When you were talking about a new movie you saw the other day, you went to grab his hand, and his fingers laced between yours. He escorted you to the train station, made sure you knew your route, and left after the train did, just like a true gentleman.

Then he walked home alone. He knew Veludo Way like the back of his hand, and passed by the bright signs and neon lights. His headphones canceled out the noise of street acts and the lively city as he continued back to the Mankai dorms, but no song played.

He stepped through the doors at 11:43, and Izumi welcomed him back and thanked him for being on time. Tsuzuru was halfway through a bowl of tomato basil soup Masumi could’ve sworn was labeled “taichi’s - DO NOT STEAL!!” and wondered aloud where he was. Citron asked how it went.

The youngest of Spring answered them all with a simple hand wave and “It’s fine,” and didn’t stop walking until he got to his room.

He closed the door, but didn’t flick the light on. He stood there in the dark, headphones blocking out the world for a moment, moonlight shining through the blinds and on the floor.

Masumi buried his face in his hands.

Masumi Usui does not cry. It’s not an issue of vulnerability, but just a part of him. He didn’t cry when his parents ignored him growing up. He didn’t cry when they announced their divorce, or finalized it, or during any of the arguments that led up to it. And though it stung and burned and felt like a paper ripped apart, he didn’t cry as he anticipated his flight from his found family in Mankai to America, not even when all the actors, his grandmother, and one hellbent director came to his rescue at the very last minute.

But something about laying here in his bed like a dead fish, hiding from the world underneath a blanket and squinting as he anticipated tears that would not come, only made it more miserable.

The light turned on, piercing through his barrier of blankets and searing his retinas, and he quietly sucked in air like a hiss.

“Masumi?” That must be Tsuzuru. His sneakers squeaked against the floorboards as the door closed.

Masumi grunted from the pile of blankets.

“Are you okay?” Tsuzuru asked. As the silence stretched on, he added, “Citron wanted me to make sure.”

“Citron can mind his own damn business.”

“You know as well as I do he’s trying to look out for you.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He rolled over and pressed his nose down into his pillow. “Do you ever just have something you want in your grasp but every time you try and make a move for them you always wuss out and it never goes anywhere?”

Ohhh, it’s that kind of conversation. Tsuzuru pursed his lips. This was sounding an awful lot like the impromptu intervention he and Spring Troupe held when his heart broke just before Romeo and Julius, and he had half a mind to fetch Sakuya, but it was late and Masumi definitely didn’t need to be alone right now.

And, well, geez. Masumi just said more in one breath than he did in full conversations. Tsuzuru couldn’t just leave him without feeling like a monster, even if he had good intentions,

Tsuzuru climbed the ladder to his bed, and sat against the wall, not quite next to Masumi but not at the far end of the room, either. “All the time, actually. It’s a common feeling.”

“It still sucks.”

“Yeah, it does.”

The pile of blankets rose and fell in time with Masumi’s silent breathing. Tsuzuru distracted himself with a pen he found in his pocket. He clicked it once, twice, and three times to expose the nib.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

“No.”

Even with seven younger brothers, comforting never got easier. Tsuzuru dragged the pen along his wrist, leaving a spotty black line along his veins. The line made hard turns and corners as Tsuzuru doodled, and formed a geometric pattern. The blanket monster steadied its breath. “I mean, not about it. But talking is okay.”

“Okay. I can get that.” The ink lulled as Tsuzuru thought up a story, anything to take the pressure off Masumi. “I wasn’t lying when I said it’s a common feeling. It happens to people all the time. When I was your age, I had the opportunity all throughout my school career to join a drama club, but I never got around to it.”

“You’re only two years older than me,” Masumi grumbled.

“It still counts! The point is, I always had a reason not to join every time I really considered auditioning, but they weren’t actual dealbreakers. I could’ve made the time to go to rehearsals and balance it with the rest of my life, but I never did, and I knew my excuses were bull even when I was still in school. I’m grateful I found my place with Mankai Company, but I still wonder how different I would’ve been if I just joined the club.”

The room was eerily quiet. Masumi wasn’t protesting, so Tsuzuru assumed he was on the correct route. “But I’m still here, right? I can’t imagine myself acting anywhere else, so I like to think that the stage is where I’m supposed to be, even if I didn’t get a head start with club activities. I regret avoiding the club, sure, but if I had the choice to start over and audition while I was still in school, I don’t think I would take it.

“Even when you hesitate, you learn something new about yourself, or the world around you. I think avoiding theatre for so long only cemented how much I wanted it in my future, and in the long run? I’m still an actor. And I’m still a scriptwriter. I might’ve chickened out, sure, but my regret is one of the reasons why I’m so determined to help Mankai bloom.”

The blankets grunted in acknowledgement, and parted to reveal Masumi’s head, still face-down in his pillow. He held them close to his body like a security measure. “But I feel helpless.”

“But you’re still in control of yourself, aren’t you? You get to decide what to do.” The bedding around Tsuzuru crinkled as he stretched out. “I don’t know your situation, but whatever you decide on, it’ll still teach you something about yourself, and let you improve yourself.”

“I guess.” Masumi rolled over and clasped his hands over his face. “Reader is just- they’re not perfect, but they’re perfect for me. I feel so comfortable around them. So why can’t I just be honest with them?”

“Wait, hold on.” Tsuzuru, who spent the last few minutes staring at the wall as he talked or drawing on his arm, snapped to look at his roommate. His face colored underneath the cracks of his fingers. “I’m going to be frank. Are you trying to ask Reader out?”

Masumi shot up like a cobra. His hair was disheveled and his blush still apparent, but he looked at Tsuzuru like he casually suggested they should eat a baby, or that a clothing line made of sandpaper was a good idea. “You trying to take them away from me, Minagi?”

“What? No! No way!” Tsuzuru smacked his hands over Masumi’s shoulders. “Everything I just said was important and good advice, but trust me this time. Ignore everything I just said and ask them out. I promise it’s going to work out.”

Masumi gave him a once-over. “You are the last person I want to hear love advice from.”

“Promise on my life. Actually, scratch that, I promise on my laptop and all my backup data. It’ll work out, I swear.”

“Why?”

Tsuzuru stared at the ceiling. “Uhh… It’s not my place to say. But it’s fine. It’ll all be fine. I’ve got your back.” He ruffled Masumi’s hair.

“Try that again and I’ll spoon your eyeballs out.” Masumi said this darkly, but he didn’t move to shake Tsuzuru off, and when his roommate climbed back down the ladder to finish Taichi’s soup, he wrapped the biggest of the blankets back around his shoulders. It enveloped him in down as he struggled to shake off the way his heart was still fluttering.

He had a lot to think about.

Something about that night in the ice cream parlor awakened something in Masumi. Ever since his crush first sprouted, he wanted you to be happy, and that wish never changed.

But he wants to be true to himself, and regarding that, true to you. You were a welcome interruption to the life of acting he was getting used to. He found himself checking your text history together, theorizing your next visit to Veludo Way despite you never uttering a word.

The feeling is strange now. He misses you, and the time you spend together is treasured, but he worries he’s growing too attached to you, like when he was head over heels for Izumi.

It’s because of this that he really decides that he needs to tell you how he feels. Not over-the-top or superfluous like how he handled it with Izumi- he does this on his own terms or not at all.

But there’s still a fear. Not about whether you’ll reciprocate- he’d love to date you but at this point it’s more about being honest to you than being your boyfriend, though he really wouldn’t complain with the latter- but he’s afraid of losing control of himself. He doesn’t want to treat you as a second Izumi.

After all, you’re his dear Reader. Not Izumi. He cherishes everything that makes you unique, and you deserve to be treated as no one else but yourself.

A night at the theater passes. Backstage, Masumi checks his phone in case you decide to come, and doesn’t notice Citron poking his head through the curtain and searching for you.

“Have you decided what to do?” Tsuzuru casually asked one night as the troupe was striking the set, and he and Masumi were carrying a box of props.

“Piss off. It’s none of…” He trailed off as he remembered their conversation the other night. Tsuzuru looked unfazed. “Sorry. Yeah. I’ll do it after closing night.”

Tsuzuru walks off, seemingly satisfied. It wasn’t really a lie, but his plans were far off in the future, and not in two days like the scriptwriter assumed. He couldn’t afford mixing two of the most important things in his life like that.

Saturday, the night before Harugaoka Quartet’s final performance. Masumi was already tucked into bed and checking his Reddit feed for the last time before he fell asleep when his phone vibrated with a text from one of the few people that could override his phone’s Do Not Disturb mode.

“break a leg tomorrow! clear your schedule after the play, i’m kidnapping you for the night”

Whatever drowsiness Masumi was feeling dies in a single shot as he snaps to attention. He’s already typing out a response when he sees the three dots appear on your end of the text app.

“i have something to talk to you abt tomorrow”

And before he can even think of a response to that one-

“FKJFKLAD it isn’t as intense as whatever you’re thinking”

“don’t worry about it”

“it’s not important”

The dots appear again, but it takes more time for Reader to respond this time. “you know how i got an apartment in veludo for yosei uni next term? i’ll show you around my place”

That seems to be the end of Reader’s multitext, and Masumi can’t help but smile as he responds. “k. ill let you know when im free.”

Closing night is a whirlwind, and by the time you pick Masumi up, his adrenaline has died down but the nervous excitement from a show still remains, or maybe that’s just the effect you have on him these days.

But the point is, it’s probably why he was so direct.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Masumi asked.

The neon lights outside rolled along slowly. It was getting late, but traffic was just starting to let up and keep the car’s momentum going. Saturated magenta from a late-night pub sign across the street flashed across the steering wheel and your knuckles.

Green colored your eyes, and the car sped up as you left the block.

“I didn’t expect you to remember that,” you observed.

“You mentioned it.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think it would be memorable.”

“It was you. You literally texted me that directly.”

“I’m not exactly the most memorable person.”

“Well, I remembered,” Masumi said with an air of finality.

You didn’t respond as the car followed a curve on the road, and he took the victory in stride. Then he realized how desperate he sounded. He looked out the window, watching the orange construction reflectors by the side of the road bounce light into the car and onto his embarrassed face in the glass.

That managed to shut him up for not even half a minute. “Seriously. What were you going to say?”

In the time it took for him to recover, you were already pulling into a parking lot. “Lemme show you my apartment first. I’ll get you some snacks and then I’ll explain, alright?”

“Alright,” he said.

But on the elevator, he continued. “You’re acting weird, though.”

“Ouch. I’m almost offended.” You grabbed his hand and led him down the hall as you deadpanned. “I guess you’re right, as much as I hate to admit it.”

“Are you okay?”

“I guess? It’s more of an ‘us’ thing?”

You stuck a key into your door. It swung open, an invitation into your abode. “That’s not exactly confidence-inspiring.”

“Who said I was confident?” The door opened, and you welcomed Masumi into the kitchen. “I’ll get you some hot Cheetos. I got the ones with lime.”

You turned the corner and ducked into a nondescript room. The actor might not know the layout of your apartment, but he was pretty certain that wasn’t your pantry.

Well, at least your apartment was cool. Like every student’s first time living alone, the hallways outside were dingy and the wall damage was unfortunate, but you already started decorating, and traces of you were left around the open area between the kitchen and the living room- a CD here, your chapstick there. A flowery scent permeated the air.

He scanned through your kitchen, from the refrigerator whiteboard reminders to the reusable cups in the drying rack, but his survey was cut short. In the corner of the kitchen counter was the lavender he gave you, poking out of a small glass cup tied with the twine he attached to the original bouquet.

The flowers hadn’t lost their color yet, and the stems stood strong, insisting they would last longer. No wonder why your apartment smelled so nice.

“Isn’t it crazy they’re still alive? I’m not much of a green thumb, so I’m surprised how hardy they are.” Masumi jumped at your voice. You had quietly entered the kitchen and spoke up without him noticing, then opened the door to the pantry and brought out two bags of chips. “Here. I might just be thinking of Autumn’s plays, but I’ve heard acting burns a surprising amount of calories.”

“Thanks.” He took a seat across the counter and in a living space with an L-shaped couch. “Nice place.”

You finally looked at Masumi directly, and brushed a stray lock of hair out of your face. “Oh. Thank you. I’ve been working on making it presentable for a few weeks now.”

“It suits you. You did a good job.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you stalling?”

“Just my luck you’d figure it out. Yeah, I am.” You ripped open a bag of Doritos and slumped over the couch. You were right next to Masumi, your arm against his while your head lounged on his shoulder.

“You know you can tell me anything.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s one of those things that’s hard for me to admit to myself, though.” You shut your eyes, as though it would make it any easier. Masumi felt like he was going crazy. You begun to speak, slowly and erratically as you pieced the words together like a puzzle. “Do you think something’s changed between us?”

Masumi’s heart sunk. “What?”

“It’s weird. I don’t know how to describe it, but I feel like we aren’t really just friends, you know?”

“Oh.” He stared into his bag of chips, focused on the folds of cellophane and the dark corners, anything to avoid looking at you. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop talking to you if you want.”

“What? No! That’s not what I meant at all!” You pressed a hand to your head. “Oh, I really messed that one up. I mean, you’re very close to me. I wouldn’t ruin that for the world. I just don’t think ‘friends’ is the word to call us anymore.”

“So we’re more than friends?”

“Yeah. More than friends.”

Masumi nodded with understanding and crunched on a Cheeto. “So we’re best friends.”

“Oh, come on, Masumi,” you groaned and wrapped a hand around Masumi’s cheek. “You’re smart. I think you can figure out what I’m trying to say.”

The actor felt like he was drowning. You were no stranger to casual touching among your friends like Masumi, but even this was pushing it. How was he supposed to keep a cool head while his cheeks were growing warm and here was no way you wouldn’t notice-

Then it all clicked together.

“Reader,” Masumi said. “Do you like me?”

You tensed.

“Because I like you,” he said.

The room was so still.

“A lot, actually.”

Now or never.

“It was hard figuring out everything, and I don’t want to cause any trouble for you, but you should know. I think the world of you and it felt wrong to ignore that, but I don’t want you to think I’m saying this for something in return. I just wanted you to know.”

The words spilled out of his mouth, but he couldn’t find the urge to regret any of it. Everything was true.

“You don’t have to say it back, though. I’m fine where we are, and if you think that’s weird or want to stop being friends, then…” He trailed off. “Then that’s okay.”

“But it’s not,” you said. “It’s not okay. I mean- I feel the same.”

“You like me?’

“You gonna make me say it twice?” Your head lolled further and you looked up at Masumi. As red as he was with your hand along his jawline, you were sure you were even redder. “Yeah. I do.”

“You mean that?”

You drew him forward and kissed him.

You were too caught up in the moment to remember that you’ve never really kissed anyone before, not like this, and the inexperience must be mutual, but Masumi’s hands were on you, feeling your hair and running down your neck and against your chest, and his breath hitched when you pulled him to pin you down, and you relished in it, utterly spellbound.

Your lips slid off his, and rested against his cheek, out of breath but not quite ready to part. “I mean it,” you whispered. “I- I like you too…”

Masumi’s voice was muffled as he rested on your shoulder. “You kissed me but you’re shy about saying that?”

“Oh my god, shut up.”

To his credit, he did. He dove back into your arms, taking the initiative this time, and whatever protests you had died on your lips while your thoughts were only Usui, Usui, Usui.

❖ bonus ❖

“I should probably hang up soon,” you said. “I’m going to the gig soon.”

You laced up your concert boots (well-worn and well-loved, and steel-toed to protect your feet from moshers and dancers), your phone pinned between your ear and shoulder as your sister talked over the phone. “Riiiight. I forgot you were going to a concert-“

“It’s not a concert, Izu,” you shot back. “Concerts are stadium-sized events. This one is just at a small bar venue, so it’s a gig.”

“Same thing. I think he already told you, but Masumi’s on the way to your apartment.”

“I heard. I’ve got a date.”

“Since when did you get a date? Did you tell Masumi?” Izumi sounded worried. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of you and I want to know everything when you get the chance, but I thought it was just going to be the two of you.”

“Yep, just the two of us.”

“But what about your date? Are you meeting them at the venue? That’s not exactly romantic, or considerate- HHOOOUUUGGGHHH.” Izumi gasped.

“Wow, you sound like a broken air mattress.”

“Reader,” Izumi squeaked, holding onto her breath. “Are you dating Masumi?”

You held the phone away from your ear, fully expecting the loudest noise you’d ever hear on the other end of the line. “Uh, yeah?”

…

……

………

Oh. That was disappointing.

You brought the phone back to your ear as Izumi continued, not at all shocked but relieved. “Oh, that’s good. Congratulations! It’s been a long time coming.”

“Thanks. I’m really glad you- wait, what do you mean, ‘long time coming?’”

“You haven’t noticed yet? Almost everyone in Mankai saw it coming.”

You stood to your full height just to glare at a wall. “Seriously? That is so immature.”

“You would too, don’t even lie. If you keep trying to set me up with people, then I reserve the right to tease you over your relationships. I so called it.”

“You are ridiculous. I hate you and I’m going to cut up all your stupid striped T-shirts. How did you even figure it out?”

“You’re kidding me. How do you not?” Izumi laughed. “The second Masumi stopped following me around on his free days, I figured something was up. He’s not very good at hiding his feelings.”

“No, he isn’t! I had to egg him on so he would confess before me.”

“Wait, what? What happened?”

You recounted the beginning of your relationship, without all the raunchy details, and realized Izumi was quietly echoing everything you said. “Are you writing things down?”

“I have a duty to know. There’s a massive betting pool on you two.”

“See?! Ridiculous! That’s so obnoxious!”

“Don’t worry, it’s a community pot. You said he confessed first, so that’s some points for just about everyone in Winter Troupe, Sakyo, Kazunari and Sakuya.”

“Even Sakuya’s in on this?”

“Spring wants to see their boy winning,” Izumi said matter-of-factly. “Hey, did you offer him any Takis? Chikage was certain you’d offer him Takis right before you became an item.”

“Nope, Cheetos. The hot lime kind.”

“They’re basically the same thing.”

“No, they aren’t. He says Takis are too spicy.”

“But the hot lime Cheetos are spicier than Takis.”

“No, they aren’t.”

“I’ll just say they were Takis. If Chikage got that one right, Itaru has to pay him in gift cards from his whaling stash, and I’m kind of miffed at him for eating a whole jar of guacamole in one night.”

“In one night? But he’s built like a curtain rod, how can he physically do that? Better question, what’s Chikage going to do with a bunch of iTunes cards?”

“I heard he was going to get Minecraft, but if you ask me, I think it’s about the principle of the matter.”

“It has to be. Pocket Edition sucks.”

A knock on the door interrupted your conversation. “Speak of the devil, he’s here. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Noooo, Reader! I need to know if there was a love letter involved! My salary versus Homare’s pocket change is at stake here!”

“It can wait until tomorrow!” You abandoned the phone on the counter and opened the door. “Hey, babe.” He pecked you on the cheek in greeting.

Meanwhile, Izumi was still yelling on the phone. “Is that Masumi? Give him the phone, I need to do a shovel talk.”

You hung up without a care in the world, and turned to your boyfriend. “Sorry about that, Izu called. Did you know Mankai has a betting ring about us?”

He sniffed. “I overheard Tenma talking about it the other day. I thought it was a joke.”

“You thought wrong. Itaru’s in for a world of pain.” You locked the door behind you, adjusted your T-shirt, and brushed Masumi’s knuckles with your own. “Ready to go?”

“Always.” He held your hand as you began to walk together. 🎧

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