#Happy Friday xx

[alexibeeart]

great news! I bought the Random Access Memories promotional paper masks and am having a great time actually!!!

[coldercreation]

Anything new with the guy from work?? *nosynosy*

Awh mann hahah, unfortunately nothing too exciting or fun😩😭

The last few times I've seen him there's actually started to be some prolonged eye contact?? And I was so thoroughly shook by this, almost got stressed that something really might come of it and I'd have to deal with... things somehow lmaoo

But mehh, then I saw him again earlier this week and he seemed to be noticeably and actively Not Looking at me >:'c he'd look at literally anyone else when talking to a group of us, except for one time when he had to say something directly to me. And when I left for the day.

So then I of course had to be all sad and in my feels about it, and try not to look in his direction either in case that's now weird :') Andd that's about it for the riveting work guy update!

Love how crushes make you all silly no matter your age hahah xx

[possum-tooth]

its just me, my peach monster, my zero sugar baja blast, and bottle of water against the world

[julie-finlay]

Finlay Friday

13x09: “Strip Maul”, script extracts.

[secretceremonials]

I’ll say that im not culturally Christian, and then be physically unable to go through Good Friday without eating a bread roll with a primitive drawing of an execution on it

[piastriprincess]

if  you  keep  it  just  yours ⸻ charles  leclerc  x  reader  .

featuring  charles  leclerc  ,  writer!reader  ,  fluff  ,  smau . author’s  note  requested  by  anon  !  i’m  sorry  it  took  so  long  but  i  loved  your  request  and  your  kind  words  ,  i  hope  i  did  it  justice  !  tried  to  get  this  out  today  in  honor  of  the  #chodium  .  this  is  my  first  try  at  an  smau  so  PLEASE  be  nice  …  i’m  still  not  sure  i  love  the  way  this  turned  out  but  nevertheless  we  persist  !  i  also  had  to  drop  some  ancient  charles  lore  in  this  …  rip  bawsixteen  we still talk about you .  anyway  please  let  me  know  what  you  think  and  if  i  should  keep  trying  smaus  …  i  promise  i  won’t  be  upset  if  you  hated  it  <3  title  is  from  paris  by  taylor  swift  (in  honor  of  her  owning  the  masters  again  !!!)

liked by emmachamberlain, dollyalderton and 27,054 others yourusername it’s official — i’m in my monaco era! paris will always have mon coeur but it’s time for a change of scenery. here’s to good beaches and hopefully better stories 🐚💌

user1 THEEEE modern carrie bradshaw frfr ⤷ user2 No bc I can’t wait to hear her stories about the Monaco dating scene??? user3 romanticizing your life is BACK and yn is leading the charge !! user4 already screaming at how chic this is. give me the essay collection immediately yourbff OMG I need to visit asappppp ♥ liked by author ⤷ yourusername missing you already ! user5 bienvenue à monaco! you will love it here :) user6 main character of her own european romance novel iktr  camillecharriere oh i want to be you when i grow up ♥ liked by author user7 This post feels like the opening scene of an HBO show I’ll binge 16000 times…

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to: Y/N L/N your.name@gmail.com  from: Jean-Claude Ravello jean-claude@bellevue.mc subject: Bienvenue au Bellevue!

Bonjour mademoiselle L/N, 

Welcome to your new home at the Residence Bellevue — we are so happy to have you here! I am sure you will quickly discover that Monaco is a small place, but this building is even smaller. Please, consider yourself part of the family already!

A few quick notes to help you settle in:

Waste and recycling are collected on Tuesdays and Fridays. There are trash chutes on every floor, but the recycling must be taken to the bins by the side entrance.

Wi-Fi information is included in the welcome folder. I know you mentioned you were a writer, so if you should need a stronger signal, the rooftop lounge is a favorite quiet working spot for our residents.

Your neighbors are both longtime Bellevue residents, so if you have any questions about the building that I cannot answer (or you just do not want to ask me!) please feel free to reach out to them. Charles actually grew up in Monaco and knows the city inside and out so if you need any recommendations I am sure he would be happy to help. Sharing both neighbors’ contact information (with permission):

Laura (16A): +377 08 35 19 72

Charles (16C): +377 99 42 67 01

Do not hesitate to contact me with any maintenance concerns or general questions! Wishing you a smooth unpacking. We are delighted to have you join our community.  

Welcome home, Jean-Claude Ravello Building Superintendent

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liked by jiatortellini, kikagomes and 31,652 others yourusername from me to you, a new essay on the unique magic of starting over and the way a stranger can start to feel like a story. up now on substack! let me know what you think xx

user8 “balcony boy” WE CHEERED MOTHER IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER ⤷ user9 Her writing isn’t just about the men she’s dating… ⤷ user8 okay congrats you read. do you want a medal?? should we throw a party?? should we invite bella hadid?? marlowetatiana Obsessed ! ♥ liked by author user10 saw the notif at brunch and opened substack immediately like sorry guys my parasocial internet bestie needs to tell me about her new crush user11 @ oprah @ reesewitherspoon @ pitbull GET HER A BOOK DEAL STAT! ⤷ user12 girl what is mr. worldwide going to do… user13 “Maybe Balcony Boy and I will never really meet. Maybe we’re destined to almost-know each other indefinitely… But still, there’s something delicious about the romance of the near miss.” WOW!!!! ♥ liked by author yourbff What did I say… I give it a week ⤷ yourusername it’s been ten days actually. this is what growth looks like! take notes! user14 i get her bc balcony boy has me in a chokehold too and i’ve never even seen him

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“Okay, so… I know I was supposed to check in after fifteen minutes and I’m really late and now I’m hiding out in the bathroom like I’m in a rom com from the 2000s because… I don’t know, I just — I just need a minute to breathe. [pause] I thought this was just a stupid little crush and I’d go on this date and get over it but he’s… Babe, he’s really sweet. He opened doors for me. He pulled out my chair. He called me chérie. He even laughed at my stupid joke about the bread basket! And he’s so — ugh. He’s so pretty and he smells so good, it’s rude. It’s actually unfair how perfect he is. [long sigh] But that’s not even the thing. Like, it’s not even that he’s cute. Okay, maybe it’s a little bit that he’s cute but — he’s smart. And funny. And curious, and he listens when I talk, like really listens, even if it’s stupid or rambley, and he asked about my writing and actually wanted to hear about it. I don’t want to jinx it or anything, but… yeah. I might be in trouble here. It feels like it could be something, you know? [pause] Okay. I really need to go back before he thinks I climbed out the window. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow. Love you so much.”

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user15 is that a m-m-man ?!?!?!?! ⤷ user16 better question IS THAT BALCONY BOY ⤷ user17 It literally has to be! She hasn’t written about anyone else user15 okay i’ve gotten over my shock. who the hell is he bc his hand is fine as fuck rachsyme and you look even better! ♥ liked by author yourbff oh so we’re soft launching now… 👀 ♥ liked by author ⤷ yourusername yeahhhhh so i owe you SEVERAL voice memos user18 LOVERGIRL ERA user19 mother is boo’d up… congrats to whoever’s bouncing on it 😭 ⤷ user20 you almost got it sweetie. don’t worry. we’ll wait. bawsixteen Pretty flowers :) ♥ liked by author ⤷ yourusername almost as pretty as the guy who gave them to me :)

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to: All Subscribers everythingiknowaboutsubs@substack.com from: Y/N your.name@substack.com subject: everything i know about falling

Everything I Know About… Falling

So here’s the thing about me and Balcony Boy (and yes, even though we’re actually dating now, I’m still not graduating to using his actual name with you all!) Somewhere in between our first kiss overlooking the harbor and him learning to make me blueberry pancakes just the way I like them, I’ve realized I can’t lie to myself that it’s casual anymore. 

And that is completely terrifying. 

You know that feeling when you’re reading a really good book and you look up and realize that you’ve been on another planet for hours? Where you’ve forgotten to check your phone, forgotten to be anxious about deadlines, forgotten about every single thing except the story and the words on the page? That’s what being with Balcony Boy feels like. Like nothing matters except existing in that very moment with him. 

I’m not used to staying present like that. My mind is like a summer storm, always pulled in a million different directions. I used to think it was a strength of mine: a skill, even. It made me a better writer, a better thinker. But that constant motion was also my shield — from boredom, from failure, from getting too attached to anything. Self-preservation disguised as independence. Emotional distance disguised as something casual. 

When Balcony Boy came into my life, yes, I liked him immediately. Six feet of tan, hot, shirtless neighbor. Let’s be real. Who wouldn’t enjoy that view? But somewhere along the way, he stopped being a charming background character in my life and started being the type of steady presence that made me want to slow down. To sit still. To listen. To trust. And that is such a new feeling that I can’t help but be scared.

Here’s the truth: I’ve dated a lot of men who liked the idea of me. Men who wanted to be a muse and then flinched when I spilled my truth onto the page. Men who liked a complicated woman until the complications weren’t cute anymore. Men who wanted me to be emotionally available for them, and who never really listened in return. All of that was okay, because I wasn’t staying still long enough for the pain to be anything more than a glancing blow. 

But Balcony Boy doesn’t just like the idea of me. He doesn’t need to be the story — he just wants to make space for mine. He reads my drafts and underlines all his favorite lines. He twirls me around my kitchen when I laugh and he holds me when I cry. He listens. He shows up, quietly and without spectacle. He brings me coffee and croissants when I’ve been writing too long and forget to eat. It sounds crazy, but I'm scared of this because if I lose it, for the first time in a long time, it'll really, really hurt. But Balcony Boy tells me I’m brave when I’m terrified. And for the first time in a long time, he makes me want to believe him. 

I used to think love was about dramatic gestures, but maybe this is what love feels like when it’s real. Not the fireworks (although there are plenty of those, too), but the foundation. Not someone catching you when you fall, but someone taking your hand so you don’t have to be scared of the jump in the first place. 

So here I am. Jumping, without hesitation. And if the fall kills me, at least I’ll have had the pleasure of doing it with him. 

yours, y/n xx

next week: everything i know about long-distance - on dating someone whose job takes them away more than you’d like, and learning to miss someone properly.

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user21 mama… mama a man behind you ⤷ user22 the launch is getting harder and harder user23 starting the investigation into balcony boy’s identity. james bond has nothing on me yourbff Happy looks sooooo good on you babe ♥ liked by author  user24 the note OH LET ME KILL MYSELF !!!!!!!!!! hunterh beautiful girl! ♥ liked by author user25 this has gone on long enough WHO IS HE ⤷ user26 She’s allowed to keep it private for as long as she wants! ⤷ user25 "keep it private" blah blah blah consider i’m living vicariously through her and i want to know :) ⤷ user27 that's definitely a ferrari he's driving in slide 3... bawsixteen Belle chérie ♥ liked by author user28 oh i just KNOW balcony boy is sooooooo fine

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REDDIT: TOP POSTS TODAY r/yourusername • crossposted to r/formula1 • 3h ago posted by u/luvleclerc

hear me out… i think i know who balcony boy is!

okay i know this sounds insane but LISTEN. i’ve been reading y/n’s substack for ages and am also a huge fan of formula one. i’m absolutely convinced that balcony boy is charles leclerc. 

EVIDENCE so yall don’t call me crazy:

so y/n moved to monaco a few months ago, and posted this photo from her balcony. she’s never said exactly where she lives but you can see the harbor in the background and we know charles lives near there. and this story he posted the other day? like not to be a stalker but tell me that’s not almost exactly the same view. almost like they're neighbors... also the timeline of her moving to monaco almost perfectly matches when charles started posting less on socials!!!

then we get into the balcony boy content, which if you haven’t read… oh my god. y/n’s writing is so beautiful that it doesn’t even make you feel bad about being painfully single. balcony boy literally feels like a romcom hero come to life. she doesn’t drop a ton of personal details about him but here’s what she HAS said:

“Some people flirt with their eyes and their smile. Others, apparently, do it by playing you a piano étude at golden hour, notes drifting on the sea breeze like a love song.” … guess who else FAMOUSLY plays piano????? charles marc hervé perceval leclerc.

balcony boy is genuinely curious about her writing and reads all her essays. this is exactly how charles is in interviews - always engaged and thoughtful with questions.

balcony boy is fine with being written about and isn’t bothered that y/n is somewhat well known. sounds like a person who already knows how it feels to be in the spotlight!!!!

“Dating a man who’s gone every other weekend means learning to say goodbye. But even when he’s on the other side of the world, he never makes me feel like he’s far away.” F1 CALENDAR HELLO…

mentioned that balcony boy grew up near where they live (“knows the streets of this place like the lyrics of his favorite song”). prince of monaco!!!! i rest my case!!!!

one last thing: her most recent posts are totally a soft launch and the guy’s hair in the 1st slide looks EXACTLY like charles's. plus there’s this comment from someone called @ bawsixteen about the flowers like he gave them to her? i checked the account and it’s private with no profile photo, but the display name says CL. cl… sixteen… it CAN’T be a coincidence!!

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u/BeanbagGreg • 1h ago  This subreddit is focused on racing. Stick to discussion of driving please ⬆ 1.7K ⬇ ⤷ u/piastriwdc • 26m ago literally no one asked you to read this… how many times do we have to teach you this lesson old man? ⬆ 4.8K ⬇

u/romanticrealist • 35m ago  ok grandma let’s get you to bed ⬆ 992 ⬇ ⤷ u/sallyrooneyluvbot • 6m ago Literally like as if she would ever date an athlete?? Be so fr ⬆ 81 ⬇ ⤷ u/landoleclerc • 2m ago um have you SEEN charles leclerc? don’t you ever speak on my goat like that ⬆ 133 ⬇

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[elleaitch22]

Terms of Endearment

Chapter 15: All In

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: Our girls are back! Please leave comments, reviews, or live reactions! I really love this chapter, and I hope y’all will too!!!! xx Elle

Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse, PTSD, effects of gaslighting

Word Count: 4.5k words

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Paige was ready, at least she hoped she was.

She had made all the preparations she could think of to make sure Azzi would enjoy their date tonight.

Since it was Friday, Soleil was with her aunts for a sleepover, and Paige had already planned an outing with her for the next day.

Paige had told Azzi that she’d be there to pick her up at 6:30, but it was only 6:23, which gave her exactly enough time to panic before picking Azzi up.

She quite literally couldn’t recall a single time where she was so anxious about a date or trying to impress someone.

She’d spent thirty minutes on Google, trying to decide which flowers to include in the bouquet. She turned the vase, making sure the bouquet was perfect, running through all the flowers once more.

She chose white peonies as the main flower because she thought roses were basic, and this specific peony signified new beginnings. Pink carnations for gratitude and admiration. Pale yellow stock for luck and joy. And lavender waxflower for patience. Some dusty miller, pitta Negra, and lemon leaf served as nice fillers. It was probably the prettiest thing Paige had ever put together.

She didn’t even know if Azzi was into flowers and their meanings, but just in case she was, Paige wanted to get it right.

It was 6:26 now.

Paige walked over to the mirror by the elevator, glancing over her appearance.  Their date required casual clothes, and she had dressed accordingly. She left her white shirt with spatters on the hem unbuttoned. The black, high neck, cropped tank showcased her abs, and she thanked God that she still had some of her summer tan. Black distressed shorts hung low on her hips. Ankle socks and crisp air forces finished the outfit. A silver cross necklace and studs were the only jewelry she wore. She decided to do minimal hair and makeup; a low bun, concealer, mascara, and chapstick.

Once 6:28 rolled around, Paige got in the elevator and rode down to the 57th floor.

She knocked on Azzi’s door firmly, happy to be holding a vase of flowers instead of fidgeting with her hands.

Shockingly enough, Azzi Fuud looked perfect when she opened the door.

She had brown sunglasses resting on top of braids feeding into a bun. She had on light makeup as well – mascara and blush. Small silver hoops hugged her ears, and a silver ‘a’ necklace sat firmly on her chest. She were a sleeveless, white shirt with two ties in the front. The shirt was cropped and showed off Azzi’s toned stomach and her

Azzi had a belly piercing.

Paige’s brain went blank.

“– you okay?” She heard a soft voice ask.

“Oh, yes.” Paige held out the flowers. “I hope you like the bouquet. They should last at least a week.”

Azzi accepted them with a smile, “I love peonies! They’re my favorite flowers; these and english roses.” She said, turning to put them down inside.

Paige was blessed with the amazing view of Azzi’s perfect ass in denim shorts. She trailed her long, strong legs down to a pair of green sneakers.

She was absolutely perfect.

“Need something?” Azzi said, noticing where Paige’s eyes had been.

Her lips lifted in a smirk, “Nah. Just admiring the scenery.”

They head to the elevator side by side, hands brushing.

“So, are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”  Azzi asks softly.

Paige sighed playfully, “My answer hasn’t changed since you asked me earlier when I picked Soleil up.”

An adorable pout crossed her face.

“Does not knowing make you anxious?” Paige asked, not even thinking about how that may come off to her after years of enduring Grant.

Azzi’s lips turned up in a gentle smile. “No, thank you for checking, though.” She paused. “I just don’t like being told no. Never have.” She giggled.

“Hm, I’ll keep that in mind. But I’m still not telling you where we’re going.” At Azzi’s huff, she added. “I will let you pick the car though.”

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Azzi looked around as Paige parked the car. She’d been so distracted by the woman’s dry humor that she didn’t even pay attention to where they were going.

‘Emporium’ was printed across the front of a dark building. She looked at Paige with a brow raised.

“Can you not wait thirty more seconds.” The blonde chuckled.

Azzi huffed again, marching towards the doors.

The Emporium was taken straight from the 90s. There was a mix of pop and R&B songs from a few decades ago and an alarming amount of neon. There were tons of games, and the room was filled with laughs and shouts.

“You brought me to an arcade?” She whirled around to the blonde.

Azzi was met with a small smirk, “Yeah. You’ve had a stressful couple of weeks. You need to relax, and I’m here to help with that.”

For a second, Azzi thought of a very different way help could help her relax. “We’ll see how relaxed you are when I kick your ass.”

“Hmm. Sassy.” Paige said dryly.

Azzi’s spine straightened quickly, “Does that make you upset?”

“No,” Paige said, turning to face her. “Did you think it did?”

Shoulders relaxed, Azzi smiled. “A little. I just couldn’t see your facial expression.”

“Nah, I like competition. I like personality. Fire. You can always be as sassy as you want, Azzi. I’ll let you know if you’re pushing it.” Paige finished, turning back to the counter to pay for a game card.

“Well, that’s good. I hope you like being a loser too.”

The curly headed woman practically skipped over to the skee-ball machine, waiting for Paige to swipe the card so they could start the game.

“Not to brag or anything, but I’ve never lost at skee-ball.” Azzi gloated as she rolled the first ball, hitting 50 right away.

Paige rolled her eyes but was a little shocked when her final score was a whopping 560 points. Only one ball hit anything less than 50 points.

Two minutes later, the blonde’s score was a meager 320.

At Paige’s pout, Azzi decided to turn it into a real competition. “I saw a giant unicorn stuffie when we walked in,” She started. “Whoever wins gets to get it for Lei.”

“See, I was gonna take it easy on you, Pretty Girl, but now? You have no chance.” Paige scoffed.

The next game Azzi chose was basketball.

“Az, that’s not even fair. You know I hooped in college. I started at the basketball capital of the world.” Paige chuckled, confidence in her tone.

Azzi rolled her eyes, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, P. I was ranked in the top 20 when I graduated high school. It’s why I ended up at UCLA.”

Paige was entranced by Azzi’s shot. It was fluid, natural, perfect. She was so hypnotized by Azzi’s shooting that she didn’t shoot a ball at her own basket the entire time.

The brunette laughed loudly in her face once the timer ran out. “You didn’t even shoot!” She giggled.

“You have the world’s most perfect shot, Azzi.” Paige said, still in shock. “I’m gonna get actually shoot this round.”

Paige won the first round of shooting, and let Azzi talk her into the best of three.

Azzi won the second round, and the third round came down to the final shot. Paige’s so clean the net didn’t move, and Azzi’s bounced circled the rim twice before rolling out.

“NO!” She screeched, covering her face in shock and disappointment.

“Yes!” Paige jumped, smile wide on her face. “We’re tied on games now. 2-2.” She gloated.

Azzi peeked out through her fingers. “You’re so pretty.” She mumbled.

The blonde’s cheeks darkened, and her cheers died down quickly. “Um, let’s find another game.”

“Wait, Paige!” She yelled, grabbing the pale hand. “I’m serious! I remember the first time I came to your place, I saw you smiling, like really smiling. And I knew I wanted one of those smiles directed towards me. Because when you smile, Paige,” Azzi beamed, “Like really smile, your whole face lights up and you just look so beautiful, and–” She paused, her own cheeks going pink.

“Hmm,” Paige started, smirk stretching across her face, “I’ve never heard you talk that much.”

Azzi looked down at her shoes, “I just – You make me comfortable. Grant didn’t like when I said too much, but you want me to speak.”

Paige smiled softly to herself. She wrapped a long arm around her waist and brought her close, planting a firm kiss on her forehead.

“I love when you say too much. Helps me know you better.” Paige said. She leaned out of their embrace. “We got time for a pool game, wanna play?”

Azzi had never been good at pool, but if she bent over enough, she’d be able to flash a little cleavage at her date, and that might distract Paige enough to steal the win.

“Yeah, but you’re gonna have to teach me,” The shorter girl tossed over her shoulder, heading to the table, hips swaying.

Emporium’s pool table sat tucked in a corner in the back across from the bar. The loud noises from the arcade machine faded a bit, the neon lights faded, low lights creating a much more intimate vibe than the rest of the arcade.

Azzi stood shifting side to side while Paige racked the balls. “So,” She started, biting her lip, “How bad am I about to embarrass myself?”

Paige straightened, looking at the girl with hooded eyes, “You don’t know how to play pool? But you agreed to do this as a tie breaker.”

“I feel like I’ll still end up winning,” Azzi giggled. Paige looked at her confused, “I’m hoping you’ll end up teaching me. And you’ll be all close, so I feel like that’s a win for me.” She said, voice lowered.

Paige smirked, grabbing a cue and chalk. “Come show me your stance. I’ll help you break the balls.”

Azzi took the cue from Paige and tried to mimic what she’d scene on tv. She was bent over dramatically, back arched, ass high. “Please don’t laugh at me.”

She didn’t laugh, but she did stare. “Say stop if you need space,” Paige walked up behind her, almost in a trance. “You trust me?” She questioned, voice low.

Azzi nodded. “Yeah”

Paige moved in slowly, chest brushing against Azzi’s back. Veiny hands covered tanned ones, adjusting her grip on the cue. Her voice dropped, making Azzi frozen in place. “Thumb right here. Keep your elbow soft.” She adjusted the girl’s grip. “Good.”

Azzi’s breath hitched at Paige’s proximity and praise. The surrounding sounds faded, only Paige’s voice and breaths were audible to the brunette. All she could feel was the steady warmth draped over her back, the hand covering hers, the grounding grip on her hip.

“Relax, baby,” Paige said, lips brushing her ear. “I got you.”

Warmth flooded her whole body. “Yeah, I know.”

“Okay,” Paige said, stepping back. “Try the shot.”

The lack of warmth at her back brought her back to the moment. She struck the cue ball and all of the balls in the triangular layout scattered. One solid and two striped balls sunk. She shot up shocked, “I did it!”

“You did,” Paige said, grinning. “You’re stripes, baby.”

Azzi beamed, standing a little taller. “Holy shit. I’m basically a pro.”

Paige laughed. “Clearly. But I might need to supervise a few more turns. Just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.”

Azzi tilted her head, teasing. “You sure you’re not just trying to touch my hips again?”

“Busted.” Paige replied with a smirk.

Azzi laughed, the kind that lit up her whole face.

They took turns, bantering between shots. Paige let herself brush Azzi’s fingers when passing the chalk, rested a hand at the small of her back once too long. But she checked in with a look each time, a small question in her eyes. You good?

Each time, Azzi met it with a soft smile or a nod. I’m good.

“Okay, one more ball before the 8-ball. If you don’t sink this, I’m not having any more mercy on you.” Paige said, chin lifted.

Azzi quieted her mind, trying to focus on the striped green ball that stood between her and victory. It wasn’t too far from the pocket, should be easy.

She lightly tapped the cue ball. It hung on the lip of the pocket, then finally it fell. “Yes!” She exclaimed.

The solid black ball was hit in next, and then, “I won! I really beat you at pool!”

Paige laughed at the girl jumping around her. “You’re welcome for my spectacular teaching skills.” She grabbed Azzi’s hand. “Come on, let’s get that unicorn for Soleil.”

Azzi smiled, looking at the hand holding hers.

She could get used to this.

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Paige parked and went to get something out of the trunk before coming around to Azzi.

“Come on, there’s like 20 food trucks we can pick from.” She said.

Azzi glanced at the blanket under Paige’s arm, “Are we having a picnic?” She grinned, excited. “I’ve always wanted to have a picnic date!”

She made note of the crepe truck and decided she should bring Soleil once they’ve practiced more French. There are two Jamaican trucks, one Haitian truck, and four Chinese trucks.

They agree on a Korean-Mexican fusion truck called Seoul Tacos.

Azzi is shocked when Paige ordered in perfect Korean.

Azzi blinked. “How the hell do you know Korean?”

Paige smirked. “I know six languages, give or take. English, Spanish, French, ASL, Mandarin, and enough Korean to flirt and order kimchi fries.”

Azzi’s brows shot up, “You are fluent in French and you’re having me teach Soleil?”

“Duh, you’re fluent too. You studied education. You understand the learning process. You’d be much better than I ever would.” Paige said, casually. “I didn’t want to get in your way. You’re the one Soleil looks up to when she’s learning.”

The brunette blushed deeply, “Thank you for saying that.” A glance at Paige showed that she was waiting for her to continue. “Grant said teaching didn’t matter. That I wasn’t smart enough for it.”

Paige’s jaw was clenched tightly. “You’re not stupid at all, Azzi Fudd.” She said, cupping her jaw gently. “I hate that he said that to you – that he said it so much you believed him.”

The two stood closely, a thumb caressing Azzi’s face softly. They stayed that way until the person called ticket number 35.

Azzi spread the blanket on the cooling grass while Paige looked through the bags of food. Both women kicked off their shoes before getting comfortable.

“Okay, we’ve got an elote mandu to share, carnitas bibimbap for you, spicy chicken al pastor tacos for me, and Korean pear agua frescas.” She passed out their food.

The first bite was exceptional. “Shit, this is amazing.” Azzi spoke around her fork.

“Right?” Paige grinned. “So, how did I not know you played basketball at UCLA?”

Paige could see it involved Grant before Azzi opened her mouth. Her spine straightened but her shoulders rounded, like she was trying to make herself small.

“My first semester was really rough, with everything going on. I lost my eligibility, so I never actually played.” She muttered. “I didn’t even tell anyone,” Azzi said quietly. “I didn’t want to talk about it. If I admitted it, it meant he’d actually taken that from me too. That I let him.”

“You didn’t let him take anything, Az. You were surviving.” Paige’s voice cracked just slightly. “I hate that you went through that alone. I wish, God, I wish I’d known you back then. I would’ve fought for you.” She paused. “But I’m here now. And he doesn’t get to take another thing from you. Not your joy, not your future. Not one more minute.”

Azzi nodded, “I just wished I never stopped playing. Basketball was my first love.”

“Well, I’m happy I know you’re a secret hooper now. We can work out together,” Paige joked. “And you can take Soleil to the gym at Aurelia. I’ve been trying to get her interested in hooping. But if she finds out you play basketball, she’ll probably be obsessed with the sport.”

Azzi’s face brightened at the mention of the girl. “She’s really great, Paige. You’ve done an amazing job with her.”

Paige blushed. “Thank you. She’s the thing I’m the most proud of.”

“You should be. Thank you for letting me in her life. Letting me know her…love her.” Azzi’s hand covered Paige’s.

The ladies sat in a comfortable silence, watching the stars twinkle in the sky.

“How did you do it?” Azzi looked over at the blonde. “You built the beautiful life for yourself, even after everything with that guy.”

Paige looked at her, at the tears welling up in brown eyes. “Azzi…”

“Like, I want to trust you. I want this, with you and Soleil. I want this so bad.” She whispered. “But I’m so scared to let myself have this. I’m scared I’ll mess it up, or I’ll let myself love you and you – I don’t think you’d do anything, but maybe you’ll get mad at me or, or tired of me. And you’ll throw me away.”

Paige wanted to say it, wanted to promise Azzi the moon, swear she’d never leave, never hurt her.

But this wasn’t about her.

So instead, she pulled her closer.

Let her fall apart quietly, without trying to fix her.

She didn’t say anything, just held her.

“My situation was different than yours. A lot different.” She started. “I never loved Manny. I knew it was going to be bad from the beginning. But you trusted him; you loved him, and he went out of his way to hurt you.”

“But he hurt you too,” Azzi interjected.

“Yeah, but I expected that from him. I knew we weren’t building anything to last. So, the hits and words didn’t hurt me.” Paige paused, cupping the back of Azzi’s head. “Grant left you with deeper wounds. Bruises fade quickly, but words can stay forever. Maybe,” She hesitated. “I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with you, but maybe talking to someone, a professional might help.”

Azzi didn’t say anything, just sat with Paige said with an arm around her shoulder.

“You think I need therapy?” She muttered, voice shaky.

“I had to talk to someone too,” Paige said after a beat. “After Manny. I thought I didn’t need it, but I wasn’t sleeping. I didn’t trust anyone but Nika. Kyrie helped.”

Azzi frowned. “So, you do. You think I need therapy?”

“I think you deserve it,” Paige said gently. “You deserve every tool that makes loving people easier.” Paige pulled away, hand gentle on Azzi’s cheek. “But no, I don’t think you need it like something’s wrong with you,” She said. “I just… I think you deserve to feel safe again. With yourself. With me.”

Her face crumpled, “I hate him. I hate that he broke me.”

“You’re not broken, Azzi. You’re strong.” Paige cut her off, bringing their foreheads together. “Do you want me to do something about it? I killed Manny, and I’ll kill Grant too. Just say the word, Az.”

Silence.

Azzi didn’t laugh. She looked up, eyes glassy.

“No. I just want to stop feeling like I deserve what he did.” A tear fell.

Paige brushed a thumb under Azzi’s eye.

“Then that’s what we’ll work on, okay? One bite of bibimbap, one basketball shootout, one bedtime story at a time.”

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“So, we’ve got two options,” Paige started. “We can go to the Museum of Illusions, or we can go home.”

Azzi looked over the console. The moonlight made Paige look ethereal. Her eyes trailed her perfectly arched eyebrows. Those perfect blue eyes that she could spend hours lost in. Her high cheekbones and perfect nose. Her lips were pink, and they looked so soft, so kissable. And they were moving.

‘What?” Azzi said, not hearing anything the blonde had said to her.

“Oh, you’re sleepy? We can go home.” Paige said, starting the car.

The brunette jolted, “What, no? I don’t wanna go home yet. Did you have anything else planned?”

“I got us tickets to the Museum of Illusions, but the reservation isn’t until 9, so I was thinking we could go get ice cream while we wait.” Paige smiled as Azzi lit up at the mention of her favorite dessert.

“I think ice cream sounds great after. How far is it?” She smiled brightly, dimples on full display.

Paige put the directions in on the car display. “We’re thirty minutes from the museum, and it’s a ten minute walk to the ice cream shop. So we got time.”

“Then yes, please! I really wanna go.” Azzi bounced in her seat. “I’m having a lot of fun with you.” She said lowly.

Paige smiled at the other girl. “Perfect, let’s go!”

The car is filled with Azzi’s Taylor Swift playlist. She belted the lyrics of invisible string three times, loud and off key. Though Paige didn’t like the singer that much, she loved the joy on Azzi’s face while she sang.

They decided to park close the museum and walk to Amorino.

The gelato shop was freezing, and both women almost regretted wearing shorts despite the humid September weather.

“Paige! They have flower cones!” Azzi exclaimed. There were few things that made Azzi as excited as a frozen sweet treat.

The blonde smiled at her, hand low on her back to guide her to the line. “Your second flowers of the night.”

“Nothing will top my first ones, though.” Azzi spun, smiling at the blonde. “You know what you’re gonna get?”

“Coffee or tiramisu.” She replied after looking at the menu for a bit. “What about you, Pretty Girl?”

“I don’t know yet,” Azzi said, brows furrowed. “I’m between mint chocolate chip, dulce de leche, salted butter caramel, and hazelnut chocolate.”

Paige nodded, “Take your time. We’re not in a rush. I’ll get tiramisu. Maybe I should get some macarons for Sunshine.”

“Oh yeah, that’s smart. She’d love that.” She thought about gelato flavors a little longer. “I think I’m gonna do dulce de leche.”

The pair stepped up to order. “I’ll take a small ducle de leche flower cone, a small tiramisu flower cone, and a box of macarons. Three vanilla, hazelnut, pistachio, and raspberry please.” Azzi beamed at the young cashier.

The cashier beamed back at the women, “That’ll be $43.54.” He said, staring at the gap in the bows on her shirt.

Paige caught the direction of his gaze and wound a long arm around her toned waist. She was so distracted by the horny teenage boy that she didn’t notice Azzi paying for their dessert. “Baby,” she sucked her teeth. “You’re not supposed to pay for anything.” She complained, kissing her cheek.

“You got everything else tonight, it’s the least I could do.” Azzi smiled.

They grabbed their desserts and walked outside. “Let’s put these in the car, then we can head to the museum. We have like ten minutes before our time starts.”

“Okay,” Azzi replied, occupied with her cone. “It’s so pretty.”

“Yeah, yeah it is,” Paige muttered, looking at her date.

They walked down the sidewalk side by side, a comfortable silence on them both.

The tall blonde cleared her throat. “Azzi, um – I – I didn’t plan on doing it like this. I didn’t even plan for it to happen for a couple more weeks. Like when I was able to make a real plan, make it perfect–”

Azzi ended her rambling, touching her lower back. “What is it, Paige?” She paused. “It doesn’t need to be perfect; it just needs to come from you. Whatever it is.”

“I don’t want to rush you. I know we’re still figuring everything out. That you’re still figuring everything out. But I like you. A lot. And I really want to call you mine, Azzi.”

A beat of silence.

Big doe eyes blinked. Perfectly pouted lips part.

“Will you be my girlfriend, Azzi Fudd?”

Azzi just stared, stunned. Breathed. A soft laugh, “Jesus, Paige. I thought it was gonna be something scary!”

“This is scary. I’ve never dated anyone before.” Paige said, rolling her eyes.

The brunette moved closer to the blonde. “Yeah, but a good kind of scary.” She smiled, grabbing Paige’s hand. “Of course I want to be your girlfriend, Paige Bueckers.”

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Paige Bueckers was perfect. Maybe not actually perfect, but Azzi thought the girl was pretty fucking close.

She was an amazing mother. She was probably one of the kindest people she knew. She was loyal and protective of everyone she cared about. She was smart. She was generous. She was so strong. She planned the most perfect date. And she liked Azzi. She liked Azzi enough to make Azzi her girlfriend.

The thoughts played in Azzi’s mom on a loop.

She had a girlfriend now!

The whole time they were at the museum, their hands never left each other. A hand low on a back. A hand on the back of the neck. The touch of an elbow. The linking of pinkies. The grasping of hands.

They took selfies is distorted mirrors. They laughed in the gravity tunnel. Azzi snapped photos of Paige’s real smile, the one she only had when she was with loved ones.

The flowers, the arcade, the food truck, the ice cream, the museum. Paige had planned the perfect date.

Azzi didn’t stand a chance against falling for her.

They were back now, Paige’s arms weighed down by the giant stuffed unicorn and the box of macarons.

Her free arm brushed Azzi’s as they walked slowly, shoulders brushing.

Once they reached Azzi’s door, they paused.

“I had a lot of fun tonight, Paige. The most fun I’ve had in years.” Azzi smiled warmly.

Her girlfriend mirrored her, “I’m glad you liked it so much. Next time you get to impress me.” Her smile fell into a smirk.

“Oh, I will impress you. Don’t worry about that, Blondie.” She giggled.

The blonde hesitated, “I could walk away right now. Go give Soleil her surprises. Or I could kiss you like I’ve been wanting to since you opened the door tonight.”

The smile dropped from Azzi’s face, “Please kiss me.”

She’s gentle. Her hand low on Azzi’s back softly. Like she’s holding something fragile, something precious. Her lips brushed Azzi’s like a promise. Azzi’s hand found Paige’s cheek, thumb grazing the soft skin softly.

The kiss deepened by a breath. Soft, steady, scared.

When they pulled apart, foreheads resting together for a lingering second, the silence between them felt full of things neither needed to say aloud.

“Goodnight, Paige.”

“Goodnight, Pretty Girl.”

[urhoneycombwitch]

just before bed

husky!neighbor!Eddie x neighbor!reader

foreword: what can I say I’m a sucker for a big man who can pin me down to a bed. not sorry. also no Frank in this one. that one's on me sorry. happy reading xx

husky!neighbor!Eddie mlist

cw: husky!neighbor!Eddie, softdom Eddie, dryhumping, prone position, dirty talk, stomach love, Reader has breasts + vulva, R is fat/plus-sized, R wears a nightie, pet names used, like a lot sorry it's this version of Eddie that really brings it out idk what to tell u!!!

wc: 2.3k

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Eddie does labor trading on Fridays- a couple of the neighborhood guys bring their cars to get worked on, and Eddie gets through them all in a single afternoon.

Coupled with your corporate meetings that always run long, Fridays leave both you and Eddie worn-out at the end of the day. 

By 9pm, you’re both tucked into Eddie’s cozy bed with the lights low. There’s a soft pillow to cushion your head as you stretch out belly-down beside Eddie, skin warmed and sweet-smelling from your shower. 

“Your water pressure’s so nice,” you sigh into the pillow, arms tucking underneath. “Can’t believe we use mine, at all, when clearly the move is to run naked across the hall to yours.”

Eddie exhales a laugh. “It’s a simple tweak to the flow restriction, I’ll fix you up next time I’m over.” 

He’s settled against the headboard, mass of curls tucked out of the way behind his shoulders while a pair of black reading glasses rests on his nose.

Only in a pair of boxers, too- thick thighs spilling from the seams and everything. 

Normally you’d lunge at the chance to lick his exposed skin all over- but you had to sit through a six hour meeting today, no breaks, and your back is killing, and you’re on the edge of sleep with Eddie’s gentle touches…

One hand holds the pages of his chapter book open while the other makes circles at the small of your back, absently and tenderly, while he reads. Eddie’s palm feels huge in comparison, palm wide and warm over the tender spot that hurts the most.

You’re beginning to think of other places his hands have been. 

It’s been a long day, sure, but you’re certainly not immune to the way he’s just grazing the top of your ass with his fingertips on the downstrokes. 

Or the way his thumb pays special attention to your ribs. 

Or- 

“Squirmin’ a lot, sweetheart,” Eddie comments mildly, eyes not leaving the page. “Back hurt?”

“Yeah.” It’s not totally a lie, your muscles do ache from sitting in an unsupportive office chair all day. “Just my low back’s being a pain. Nothing some sleep won’t fix.”

Eddie tsks, slides a bookmark into his novel before tossing it to the bedside table. The glasses follow, and soon Eddie’s on all fours, swinging a leg over your prone form to rest a careful amount of his weight on your legs (just enough to keep you securely pinned).

“Could let me fix it now,” he suggests, still quiet, knees digging into the mattress at your hips as his hands settle against the silky hem of your nightdress.

“Mmm…” Not the well-spoken protest you were intending, eyes slipping shut when Eddie’s thumbs press into either side of your spine. “Should be lettin’ me do this for you…”

Eddie shushes you, thumbs climbing the length of your spine, unspooling the tension of muscles as he goes. 

There’s a hazy, sleepy energy that pulls at you now, aided by the buttery yellow lamplight, the pressured touch of Eddie’s fingers at your back; it’s not the first time you cast thanks heavenwards for the particular set of muscles Eddie has been bestowed.

There’s so much control in each flex of his arms, the tendons in his wrist, the stabilizing features of his thighs against yours. 

You’re lost in the lull of the moment until the track of Eddie’s hands dip low, again, stopping just shy of your ass before giving the attention back to the tail of your spine.

He doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss, even with your slight squirming. You breathe steadily through your nose, willing your heart to stop the erratic frenzy of beats each time Eddie drags his path downwards.

You are trying to relax, really, but you’re also pretty sure you’ve soaked through the clean cotton pair of undies you meant to wear to bed, and you can’t help but wonder if Eddie can feel it, close as he is to your lower half… 

And then you feel it. The tip of Eddie’s stiff cock, nudging at the inside of your thigh when he overshoots his hand placement and rocks into the backs of your legs.

Eddie must feel it, too, ‘cause he stiffens slightly, brings his hands to a more neutral spot and relieves some of the pressure off your form. 

He sounds a bit sheepish when he whispers an apology, trying to keep the mood subdued- “It’ll go away. Just relax, sweetheart.”

”S’okay.” Your response is partially muffled by the pillow, but in an earnest attempt to absolve Eddie of any guilt, your right hand spreads over the duvet, seeking; next to your ribs, Eddie’s right knee is partially sunk into the mattress. 

By memory, your touch finds the front of Eddie’s barbed wire tattoo, a loop that wraps around to the back of his knee. The black ink is raised, like a little map that begs touch me! every time, and who are you to deny?

Your fingers play mindlessly over the span of skin you can reach, familiar ink lifted to meet you like a lover welcoming you home.

“Honey.” Eddie’s voice is a warning, but you hear the tantalizing edge of something else just below, even as he lifts his hands from you with seemingly herculean effort. “We can’t, tonight, okay? You’re too sleepy for me to get you all worked up-”

“No, wait-” Uncaring if you sound desperate and afraid Eddie’s making a move to leave, your hand tightens over his knee, pulling fruitlessly against his solidness. “-you can just- will you… just use me.”

Eddie swears softly and you know you’ve got him. His hands gravitate back to your sides, traveling down, lower than he’s allowed them to all night, palms spread wide over each cheek of your ass.

Eddie takes a fistful of the silk-covered fat, massaging, and then flips the bottom of your nightie up.

The action exposes your soaked cunt to the cooler air. A gasp leaves your lips when Eddie returns his hands, cool rings quickly leveling to the temperature of your skin, wet noise of your sticky folds audible when he spreads your cheeks apart. 

“Fuck me.” It’s half a growl, a rumble that causes goosebumps to shiver through you. Eddie’s thumb pets a line down your clothed core, exhaling sharp before he says, “Baby. You gonna be good and still?”

“Uh-huh.” It’s the most coherence you can manage with the ensuing flood of hormones that’s threatening to take your speech completely. 

You reach to shove the pillow aside for a better laying-down angle, cheek now pressing into the duvet as Eddie resettles against the backs of your thighs.

The cotton fabric around his aching cock head is already damp when it first makes contact with your ass, Eddie’s grip on your hips like steel as he holds you in place. 

He slides the length of himself against each cheek, a brief moment of intimate fondness; then his hips lower, cock dragging between the squeeze of your thighs, the soaked stripe of your panties.

Even through the layers it’s fucking amazing. Your nerves are on a live wire, barely daring to make noise yourself in favor of hearing Eddie- each pant, moan, and teeth-gritted grunt is sent straight to the beating heart of your clit.

You can feel the callouses on the bridge of Eddie’s palms in stark contrast to the softness of your skin. The same hands that wrench apart metal, that can lift a 75-pound dog like the weight’s no more than a feather- these are the hands on you right now. 

Caressing and holding firm, a perfect mixture of strength and knowing how to use it.

The beating between your legs is too intense to ignore; Eddie rocks forward again and you use the motion to send your right hand down, aiming for the crush of your pelvis against the mattress. 

You’re halfway there when your wrist is caught, a tight circle of Eddie’s fingers stopping the movement. 

“S’posed to be relaxing.” Eddie leans down to make sure he’s heard, warm breath at the sweet spot behind your ear, cock fitting snug into the cleft of your ass. 

He drags your hand back to its spot tucked into the hollows of your shoulder, both of yours now facing down to allow for maximum blanket grippage. 

And then, while he keeps the pressure of his body on yours, Eddie’s right hand fits itself between the duvet and the contours of your stomach. 

Your muscles clench in response, a warbling whine crawling its way from your throat until Eddie shushes you by kissing over the column of it and anywhere else he can reach.

One of Eddie’s favorite parts of you is getting special attention, his thumb sweeping warmth over the pouch of your stomach, hips grinding forward as he murmurs things like, “So soft. Feels so good, baby. Drivin’ me fucking crazy.”

The faint scratch of Eddie’s treasure trail can be felt as he sinks lower, boxers slipping down a bit in his eagerness, wide chest and linked necklace pressing into the planes of your shoulder blades as his middle finger hones in on your clit. 

With a shift of your hips, the angle is perfect- Eddie’s able to grind smoothly while making tight circles on the pulsing heartbeat of your arousal, keeping you both timed to the rhythm in his mind. 

Eddie noses over the side of your neck, a spot he once claimed is the best at holding your scent, inhaling long, exhaling sharp, words coming quicker as he works you both to that edge- “That’s it, sweetheart. Just feel it. Lemme make you feel good, honey, you deserve it.”

A whine claws its way from your chest, breath stuttering same as Eddie’s hips at the noise. Your cunt clenches around nothing as you focus on the electric feeling that starts to spread from the apex of your center, thighs beginning that familiar tightness and shaking.

“Eddie-” it’s the only word that makes sense, right now. You say it again, then again, keening and desperate.

Eddie answers in a slew of choked praise, cock throbbing against you- “Yes, honey, that’s good, baby- gonna fuck you right tomorrow, okay? Don’t worry. Just give me one like this for now. S’okay, baby, let it go.”

The electric feeling lights you up from head to toe, crying out against the duvet as everything tightens, squeezes, and then that blissful free fall to the tune of Eddie’s tandem moans. 

He doesn’t stop the firm and fast circling of your clit, working you through the peak, the aftershocks, the weight of his body along the entirety of yours a grounding comfort as your spasming muscles settle.

Eddie’s left forearm is planted next to your shoulder and he curls his hand around you now, the right one previously between your thighs resurfacing to hold your hip. 

Another few strokes against the swell of your ass and he comes with a low groan, teeth gritted as his forehead drops to your temple.

The quiet that follows is made up of panting breaths returning to normal, soft kisses to your cheek and shoulders, airy and sleepy giggles.

You feel the wet patch of skin on your lower back, leftover from the front of his boxers as Eddie reluctantly peels himself off of you.

“Don’t move,” he instructs with a hand between your shoulder blades- when he’s confident you’ll obey, he ducks into the attached bathroom. A moment later, you hear the sink running. 

Not like you could move, at this rate. Your hands are still tucked into your shoulders,  exhaustion beginning to add to the pull of a post-orgasm sleep. 

Eddie reappears with a warm washcloth, mattress dipping as he sits to lovingly wipe the smears he left on your skin. He runs the cloth over your low back, then slips your underwear off to wipe down between your thighs, careful to return you to your previously-clean state.

He leans to drop a kiss over the fresh expanse of skin, smoothing your nightdress back down before tossing both the washcloth and your underwear into the corner laundry basket. 

“Want me to go grab you a fresh pair?”

Eddie’s sweet to offer but you can’t bear the thought of sending him into the cold night, away from you, no matter how short the distance. 

“Mmm.” You settle for humming in the negative, too tired for much else. A smile pulls at the side of your mouth when you murmur, “Thought you said somethin’ ‘bout fucking me right tomorrow. Don’t need panties for that.”

Eddie chuckles in ill-concealed delight. “Right you are. Smart cookie.”

He leaves your side only to the dresser, pulling on a fresh pair of boxers before settling against the headboard again; his legs stretch into the sides of yours, getting comfortable before reaching for his book again.

You get a good, long look at your boy with the one eye that isn’t smooshed by the mattress. Eddie’s profile is backlit by the lamp- the lovely slope of his nose, the cupid’s bow above plush lips, the curve of his chin- you touch all of these parts in your mind, giving them equal love and attention, making them a meditation to fall asleep to.

Eddie reaches his free hand to rest, warm and big and comforting, over the crown of your head. His thumb strokes a hypnotic pattern against your hairline. 

The last thing you hear for the night, in his gentle baritone-

“Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”

[aurorawritestoescape]

So i couldnt sleep so my mind went rambling abt bad blood tommy fucking reader while on facetime w joel. (Like yk filming reader if that makes sence.) And tommy MAYBE brat taming her a little bit or smt and joel telling him what to do or smt. (You can ignore that last part lol)

Xx

BAD BLOOD extra || Tommy’s visit || 2,1k happens after part 6 | can be read alone

Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, step-cest, age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), brat tamer!Tommy, mean!Joel, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected piv, consensual ass spanking, creampies, degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, ass play, swearing, smoking. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions.

A/n: thank you for the delicious thots and inspo, lovely nonnie!💖😘I’m not gonna ignore the last part bc it’s hot af! Hugs to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Love you all!❤️ dividers by @saradika-graphics

Part 6 || SERIES MASTERLIST || MASTERLIST

Tommy’s visiting you while you’re at college and he got a hotel room for you two for a whole weekend, starting Friday. After a few weeks apart and numerous phone sex sessions you couldn’t take your hands off each other. You lost count how many times Tommy made you come on his tongue, his fingers, his cock.

Fucked out of your mind, you’re lying naked on your front in the bed, nibbling on some French fries that you ordered to the room.

“Let’s call uncle Joel,” you offer, smiling at Tommy who’s resting next to you, leaning against the headboard, drinking water and stealing your fries from time to time. He’s naked as well and you marvel at his golden skin, glistening with sweat, his long dark curls, some stuck to his forehead and neck.

“You miss him?” he asks, grabbing his phone off the nightstand.

No way you will admit it so you answer with a shrug. Over the weeks apart Joel and you phoned each other too. Your calls were much shorter than with your stepdad and consisted of him making you come by degrading you over the phone, while your vibrator was pressed to your clit or your fingers were playing with your pussy. He never jerked off though. ‘I ain’t a fucking teenager to jack off over the phone like that,” he always said. But you could bet that as soon as he hung up, his hand darted to his throbbing cock.

When Joel picks up the phone, you hear music and people talking loudly. It’s Friday night so of course he’s at some bar. Tommy greets him and the noises get quiet when the older brother apparently steps outside.

“Hey, uncle Joel,” you purr, when Tommy passes you the phone. Joel gives you a trace of a smile, his face illuminated by the dim street light. He’s looking handsome and smug as always, with a lit cigarette hanging off his lower lip.

“Tommy, why is this little slut still talking?” he raises his voice so his brother could hear. “You’ve been there all day, she shoulda been in a cock coma by now.”

Tommy shakes his head, mumbling ‘Jesus’ and you roll your eyes.

“Stop it, daddy’s made my pussy very happy.”

Joel hums in disbelief and you pout your lips.

“Why haven’t you come with him?”

“I have work this weekend, angel. Need to get some dough so when you visit us I can spoil you like a princess.”

“Really?” You beam at the screen.

“Hell no! Ima spend it on hookers and blow,” he chuckles.

“Fuck you,” you curse at him and throw the phone back to Tommy.

You turn over on your back and with your brows furrowed, start angrily chewing on a fry.

“Second, Joel,” Tommy mumbles, crawls to you and slowly gets between your thighs, the phone still in his hand.

“You know he’s joking, right? We can't wait for you to visit us in Austin.”

Tommy’s warm smile softens your attitude and you slide lower to wrap your legs around his hips, pressing your cum filled pussy to his already hardening cock.

He takes it as an invitation, which it absolutely is, and glides his pink tip between your slicked up pussy lips, massaging your clit and drawing needy whimpers out of your half-opened mouth.

“Look at this, Joel,” Tommy smirks, turning the phone and directing the camera to your cunt, hugging his stiff cock.

“Damn, angel,” you hear your step uncle respond.

Then Tommy slowly changes the phone's angle so your step uncle could see your naked body, squirming against the messy sheets.

You look at the screen, eyes already glossy with lust and bliss, and bite your lip, hearing a loud growl, coming out of Joel's mouth at the sight of your puffy wet folds, being used by his brother, your heaving belly, your hickey-covered tits and pebbled nipples.

“Looking hot, baby,” you hear him compliment you and almost come at how rare and thus more delicious it is.

“Thank you, uncle,” you breathe out and suddenly cry out when Tommy roughly pushes his cock into your weeping hole, taking you by surprise.

“Daddy!”

“Yes, my love?” Tommy gives you a naughty smile, rolling his hips into you and you smile back. The way he fills you is so satisfying, it makes your pussy greedily clench and gush more around his cock .

“How is she?” Joel asks, and you hear him take a drag of his cigarette.

Tommy turns the camera back to himself and talks to his brother, while his cock is languidly sliding in and out of your soft cunt.

“She’s heaven, Joel. You’re missing out.”

At this point you’re not sure if they’re talking about you or your pussy, which turns you on even more.

“Yeah, fuck, ya know that we need to get that contract. I’m meeting them tomorrow morning.”

To your shock they start discussing the upcoming deal and your jaw drops in astonishment.

“Hello! Your dick’s inside me! Can you talk shop later?” you grunt at Tommy and hear Joel’s gruff voice.

“Shut it, angel. Grownups are talking.”

Tommy gives you an apologetic smile but then continues speaking to Joel.

Anger boils up in your stomach and you plant your foot on Tommy's chest and push yourself off his cock. The man hisses, apparently in pain from your sudden movement. But you couldn’t care less. How dare he? you think, feeling hurt and offended.

You roll over on your belly, grab a handful of fries and shove them into your mouth.

“What the fuck, babygirl? Ouch,” Tommy growls behind you.

“Whatever.”

“Come on, sweetheart. I’ve just asked him a couple of questions. It’s important.”

“Fucking brat,” Joel comments on the phone and you grind your teeth.

Trying to soothe you, Tommy rubs the back of your thigh with his warm hand.

“My cock’s hard and waiting for you, my love.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” you bite back and Tommy throws the phone on the bed next to you.

Suddenly he plops down on top of you, pressing you into the mattress with his heavy body.

“He’s right. You are a fucking little brat,” he hisses in your ear and grabs your arms with his strong hands, when you try to lift your torso to push him off. “I’ve been railing this needy cunt all day and you can’t give me a few seconds?”

He bucks his hips against your ass and you moan, feeling his huge cock dig between your asscheeks.

“Daddy,” you whimper in defeat.

“Bitch needs to be punished, brother,” Joel’s modulated voice is egging Tommy on.

“Ain’t he right, sweetie?” Tommy grunts, his hot breath fanning your cheek.

Your mischievous smile tells him everything he needs to know and he commands, lifting his torso off you and sitting up.

“Ass up, babygirl!”

He slaps your asscheek and you whine, when the vibrations pleasure your sensitive pussy.

You do as you’re told and grab the phone with a naughty smile, before placing it against the headboard, letting Joel see what your stepdad is about to do to you.

“Should I spank this minx, Joel?”

“Fuck yeah! This brat’s begging to be disciplined. Right, little slut?”

“Yes, please, daddy, uncle,” you obediently breathe out, wiggling your pushed up ass.

It immediately earns you a slap from Tommy and you moan.

“Shall I keep going, sweetie?” Tommy asks and you hastily nod.

Another slap lands on your ass and then another and another.

“Fuck, wish I could join you, brother,” Joel groans. “I’d give it to her good.”

Tommy spares you, his hits are not that hard, but after having the same spot spanked a few times, you feel heat and ache spread over your skin.

“Daddy,” you whine and he glides his palms over the globs of your ass in a soothing gesture.

“Will you interrupt me again, babygirl?” he asks and slaps your burning asscheek.

“No, daddy!”

“Good girl,” Tommy praises as his hand runs over your spine and squeezes the back of your neck.

“And never get off this cock until I’m done with you. Understand?”

You nod your head, noticing Joel smirk on the screen.

“We should punish her more often, brother. Pity that the slut loves it too much.”

You stick your tongue out at Joel and turn to Tommy.

“Fuck me, daddy. Please.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Your hole’s been clenching the whole time I’ve been slapping your sexy ass. She’s so needy.”

“She is daddy—ahhh,” you purr and moan as he inserts his fat cock into your cunt and begins thrusting into you hard and fast.

“Pussy’s already full of my cum. So wet. Gonna give you more, sweetie.”

“Yeah, ruin this cunt, Tommy,” Joel growls and you stare at his handsome face with half-lidded eyes, reveling in the sensation of Tommy’s cock massaging your walls, and Joel’s black gaze, watching you getting railed.

“Angel,” you hear his voice, calling you. “Can you do something for your dear uncle?”

“Yeah?”

“Stick two fingers into your ass for me.”

You curse, getting more turned on.

“Good idea, Joel,” you hear Tommy’s strained voice as he must be close to coming.

“Get the phone,” Joel says to his younger brother and soon he has a perfect view of your ass and pussy, stretched around Tommy’s cock.

You bring your hand to your asshole and mewl,

“Daddy, help.”

“Of course, my love,” your stepdad coos at you and spreads your asscheeks with his thick fingers, giving you a better access to your tight hole and then spitting right on it.

You jerk at the sensation of his saliva hitting your puckered hole and sliding down your crack. You spread the liquid over and slowly push the tip of your middle finger inside.

“Relax, baby,” Tommy says, slowing down the pace of his cock inside your cunt. Your ass is tight but you take a deep breath, follow his advice, and soon your whole digit sinks into your asshole.

“Yeahhh. Good little slut,” you hear Joel and smile, your cheek pressed to the bed.

Your loud moans fill the room when you begin moving your middle finger at the same speed that Tommy picks up, fucking your pussy.

“Angel, add another one, c’mon,” Joel grunts. “Tommy, faster.”

Joel is directing his brother, who’s fucking his ex stepdaughter. Your juices are sliding down your inner thighs, your eyes roll back while your asshole is getting filled with two fingers. Tommy begins rutting his manhood into your cunt relentlessly, chasing his orgasm, while you are self-fucking your ass.

“Like that, open up that tight hole, angel. Get it nice and ready for your uncle’s fat cock. What a good little slut for us.”

Both of your holes clench hard at his words and it sends Tommy over the precipice.

“Oh yeahhh,” he moans and starts spilling his hot cum into your pussy. The warmth of his load and the squirts, hitting your walls, make you explode on his cock and your fingers. You scream and whimper, while your pussy is getting flooded with Tommy’s thick seed, and your asshole is clamping tight around your fingers.

Tommy finishes emptying his balls into your pulsating cunt and pulls out as your fingers leave your asshole too. You both collapse on the bed, panting and smiling at each other.

“Guess my work there ‘s done. Bye, lovebirds,” you hear Joel’s voice, coming from the phone, lost somewhere in the sheets.

“Wait, wait!” You hastily search for it and when you succeed, ask Joel, your eyes glinting with mischief,

“Are you hard right now, uncle Joel?”

The older brother narrows his eyes at you.

“What d’ you think, angel? I jus’ watched you fuck your own ass like a cock hungry slut.”

You smile proudly, imagining his huge bulge, straining his jeans all because of you.

“Have a nice jerk off session, uncle,” you mock but Joel smirks.

“Don’t think so, baby. Gonna go find a nice wet pussy to fuck in the bathroom.”

With that he ends the call and jealousy burns deep in your belly.

As always attentive to your mood, Tommy swiftly scoops you into his arms and holds you close, while you’re nuzzling his neck.

For a few minutes you two are lying in silence. Tommy’s heartbeat soothes you, floods your soul with affection for the man but you sigh, feeling a pang in your heart that Joel isn’t here.

“He really wanted to come, sweetheart,” Tommy says, as if having read your mind.

You hum, faking indifference, but your heart feels lighter and you tilt your head up to kiss his soft lips and mumble, “I love you, daddy.”

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I know you did a long distance Felix but can you maybe do an in person one. It would make me really happy. and if you would allow me I'd love to reblog it if you do. But over all I absolutely love your work ♡

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Hii @emberfiresbitchy I wasn't 100% sure what kind of fic you prefer so I just mixed a little bit of smut and fluff, I hope you like it xx

Lee Felix x reader / classmates to lovers / slow burn / smut / fluff / one shot

**involves!!** sex, strong tension, cursing, teasing, dirty talk

enjoy xx (request open)

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There’s a rule in our class that everyone hates, except for maybe two people.

Every Friday, Ms. Jang makes us add one song to the shared class playlist. She says it “fosters emotional intelligence and communal bonding through sound.” I say it’s just a way to expose everyone’s deeply embarrassing music taste.

But fine. Whatever.

At first, it was funny. Someone added “Barbie Girl” ironically, another added a 12-minute Norwegian death metal track that played at full volume while we were doing worksheets. But then..

The first time I notice it, I’m curled up in my dorm bed at midnight, trying not to cry over a theory exam I definitely failed. The shared playlist starts auto-playing, and instead of some chaotic EDM garbage or meme audio clip, it’s… soft.

Lo-fi. Gentle. Intimate.

The lyrics?

“I keep noticing you.” “How you laugh. How you lean back in your chair like you own the world.” “I shouldn’t, but I do.”

The title is even worse: “if you knew what i felt, would you smile?”

My heart clenches.

I glance at the username. felixlee

We barely talk. He sits a few seats behind me in class, always in hoodies, always with that quiet, raspy voice that makes you want to lean in closer. He laughs easily. Smiles like he means it.

We’ve had small talk about—coffee machines, shitty printers, dumb assignments—but never anything real.

So why does this song feel like a secret he accidentally let slip?

The next week, he adds another one. And then another. Every Friday night like clockwork, after everyone else has already dropped their songs, he adds his: quiet confessions buried in dreamy lyrics.

“You smile at me like I matter. I don’t think you know what you do to me.”

I don’t say anything. I pretend I don’t notice.

But I do.

I start listening alone in my room, legs tangled in blankets, headphones in, heart in my throat.

I start looking at him differently, too.

The way he drums on his desk absentmindedly. The way his hair flops into his eyes. The way he’s started waiting at the classroom door for me.

I tell myself it’s a coincidence.

But when I laugh too hard one day and glance behind me, he’s staring.

And smiling.

We get paired for a midterm project.

Three weeks of working together. Study sessions. Shared notes. Coffee runs. Him leaning over my shoulder to look at my screen. Me catching his scent—clean and warm and a little vanilla—and pretending it doesn’t do things to me.

He teases me constantly.

“You always chew your pen when you’re stuck. It’s cute.”

“Is that a playlist of sad girl indie music? On brand.”

“You gonna steal another one of my pens?”

I roll my eyes. I call him annoying. I think about kissing him every goddamn day.

It finally breaks one night, deep into our last project session.

We're sitting side by side on the floor of an empty practice room, laptop between us, snacks spread out, low music playing from his speaker.

“I like your taste in music,” I say casually.

He glances at me. “Yeah?”

I nod. “I’ve been listening to your playlist songs.”

A pause.

His voice drops, quiet. “What do you think they’re about?”

“I don’t know,” I lie. “Someone you like?”

He looks at me. His eyes are soft and unreadable. “Yeah. Someone I’ve liked for a while.”

My breath catches.

He leans closer.

The air between us snaps.

And then he kisses me.

It’s soft. Gentle. Warm.

His lips move against mine slowly, like he’s giving me time to pull away.

I don’t.

I kiss him back—harder, messier. My hands in his hoodie. His fingers sliding into my hair.

We’re breathing into each other’s mouths, flushed and panting, when he pulls back just enough to whisper, “Do you wanna—?”

“Yes.”

We stumble into his dorm thirty minutes later, soaked in rain and adrenaline.

He shuts the door behind us, then pins me to it—gently, hands braced beside my head. He kisses me again, slower this time. His tongue slides against mine and I groan softly.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he breathes.

My shirt is gone before I realize it. His hoodie follows. I run my hands down his chest, and he shivers under my touch.

He lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bed and lays me down like I’m something delicate. Then he kneels between my thighs and just looks at me.

“Been thinking about this for weeks,” he murmurs, fingers sliding under my waistband.

I whimper. “Then stop teasing.”

He grins—and pulls everything off me.

His mouth on me is heaven.

He licks slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on mine while he holds my hips in place. I moan shamelessly when he flicks his tongue just right. His name slips from my lips like prayer.

When I come, it’s with his fingers inside me and his tongue still working my clit.

He climbs up my body after, kissing his way up my stomach, chest, throat, lips. “You okay?” he asks softly, voice hoarse.

“Condom,” I whisper.

He grabs one from the drawer. Rolls it on. Lines himself up—

And sinks into me with a groan that sounds like he’s been holding it in forever.

“Fucking hell,” he breathes, forehead pressed to mine. “You feel so good.”

He moves slowly at first. Deep, languid strokes that leave me gasping. He holds my hands above my head, kisses my mouth every time I moan. It’s not rushed. It’s not just sex.

It’s him saying everything the playlist couldn’t.

When I come again, I cry out his name. He kisses me through it, whispering how beautiful I look, how much he likes me, how he can’t believe he finally has me like this.

He follows right after—hips stuttering, breath catching, forehead pressed to mine like he never wants to let go.

We lie tangled in his sheets after, sweaty and breathless.

His arm is wrapped around my waist. I’m tucked into his chest. He kisses my forehead and murmurs, “You know they were all about you, right?”

I smile against his skin.

“I do now.”

The next morning, he adds a new song to the playlist.

“your name tastes better than coffee.”

And that’s when the class group chat blows up.

I feel like this one was kinda short but I still hope you liked it xx

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[littlexdeaths]

scotty doesn’t know - e.m. iii.

eddie munson x fem reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: cheating, lil sprinkle of angst, shitty (ex) boyfriend behavior, some major fucking CHEESE (sorry if ur lactose intolerant), reader is the ultimate tease, dom!eddie, light bondage, degradation kink, oral (m receiving), ass/pussy spanking, multiple orgasms, unprotected piv sex, cream pie

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based on scotty doesn’t know by lustra

a/n: honestly about to dedicate my entire life and blog to @strangerstilinski because i couldn’t have gotten this one done without her help. also thank you everyone who has been so incredibly patient with me, i hope you enjoy xx.

word count: 8.2k

The weekend had come and gone way too fast.

And now Monday was staring you right in the face, and with it— a very important decision.

You spent the rest of your weekend with Eddie, cuddling, talking and just enjoying each other's company. For those two days you were in your own little world together and you honestly never wanted it to end. But realistically you knew you had to go home and return back to your reality.

A reality where you belonged to someone else.

Your parents were absolutely livid by the time you returned home late Sunday evening, getting the biggest lecture of your life after Eddie had dropped you off. To add fuel to the fire, Scott had been calling your house nonstop since Saturday morning, much to your parents' annoyance. But that was a conversation you weren’t ready to have just yet.

Especially not over the phone.

You tossed and turned all night, desperately trying to figure out what you were going to say to him.

Monday was going to be rough, you knew that. But the thought of being able to finally show everyone who your heart really belonged to made things a little easier. You hadn’t exactly let Eddie know of your plans to dump your boyfriend the following day but he could tell something was up.

From the way you kissed him goodbye in his van, right out in the open for anyone to see, including your parents. And the look you gave him as you glanced over your shoulder before continuing up your driveway. It gave him a spark of hope that maybe this wasn’t just a silly fling to you either.

You got ready that morning with shaky hands, tucking one of Eddie’s band tees into your Levi’s. The male had let you wear it home the previous day, mostly because he enjoyed the sight of you in his clothes a little too much. You fiddle with the belt loop of your jeans as you stare at your reflection.

A mixture of nerves and excitement swirled in your belly as you took in your appearance, smoothing your sweaty palms over your thighs.

You can do this.

You take one final look before grabbing your backpack and bound down the stairs with a newfound pep in your step. You can’t help the goofy smile from spreading across your face as you think of seeing Eddie, and it makes all this seem a little easier. You all but ignore the curious looks from your parents as you bolt out the front door.

They hadn’t seen you this happy in months.

But as you drive to school, those pesky nerves begin to creep back in as you pass Scott’s jeep. You will your heart rate to slow as you search for a parking spot. A sense of relief fills your chest when you notice one just a few spots down from a very particular van. Your hands shake as you pull the key from the ignition, taking a moment to collect yourself before you head inside.

You try to ignore the curious eyes of your peers as you enter the school, knowing the events of the previous Friday were still fresh in their minds. And you reach your locker without incident, quickly yanking it open to put away your textbooks. You keep your head down as you walk to your first class, part of you was just waiting for Scott to sneak up on you.

Oddly enough you hadn’t seen him or Eddie all morning, which was extremely unusual. By now Scott would've walked you to first class and you’d be spending your second period study hall with Eddie. So seeing neither of them had your mind racing, and your anxiety spiking.

Had Scott figured it out? Did he confront Eddie?

A pit begins to form in your stomach at the thought, and you don’t think you could ever forgive yourself if Eddie was hurt because of you. You’re so wrapped up in your own head that you don’t notice someone beginning to approach you. A look of determination on their face.

“I need to talk to you.”

The voice startles you, panic rises in your throat as your eyes lift. You are expecting to meet Scott’s icy glare, or the warmth of Eddie’s gaze. But instead, you are met with the soft but stern cerulean of Dustin Henderson.

“Me?” you ask softly, glancing around you before back at the younger male.

“Yes you,” he huffs in annoyance.

“What could you possibly need to talk to me about?” you keep your tone hushed as he takes the empty chair across from you.

“I know you think you’re fooling everyone, but you aren’t fooling me.”

You’re stunned into silence for a moment, fingers gripping the arm of the chair as he raises a brow at you.

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

“Don’t bullshit me, I know you’re sneaking around with Eddie,” he snaps.

Your heart leaps into your throat, mouth drying as Dustin continues to glower at you. A sting of betrayal suddenly fills your chest, and you feel foolish for even thinking Eddie would actually keep this secret between you.

But maybe he was just like Scott, who loved to brag about his sexual conquests to all his friends.

“He wasn’t supposed to tell—”

“He didn’t.” Dustin cuts you off, taking off his hat to run a frustrated hand through his hair. “I’m just not blind.”

You both sit in silence for a moment then, feeling even more confused than you were when he initially sat down.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

Dustin sighs, folding his hands together before he meets your gaze again.

“Eddie doesn’t know I'm here right now and honestly, he’d probably kill me if he did know.” The male winces slightly, before he continues. “But I am through with sitting around and watching one of my best friend’s hearts get stomped on.”

“Dustin, that’s not—”

He holds up his hand to cut you off, shaking his head.

“Just let me finish.”

So you hold your tongue, despite wanting to tell this kid that he has it all wrong.

“Eddie’s a good guy, one of the best I've ever known. And over the past couple of months we’ve all seen a change in him, he’s happier.”

That thought warmed your heart.

“But I can also see how all this is weighing on him. You may not notice it, but it’s definitely there.”

A lump has formed in your throat, watching in silence as the younger boy stands and slings his backpack over his shoulder. He glances at you once more, that look of disdain still written across his features.

“Now I know I can’t tell you what to do, but Eddie doesn’t deserve to be someone’s secret.”

And without a glance back in your direction, you’re alone again.

Fourth period.

The moment you’ve been waiting for and simultaneously dreading since Sunday evening. It was the only class you shared with Scott, and while you’d been able to avoid him most of the day— it was time to face the music.

When you step into the classroom, he is already seated in his usual spot in the back corner of the room. The empty desk beside him is practically calling your name.

But your whole body freezes when his eyes meet yours expectantly. And as he begins to wave you over, you make a beeline to the opposite side of the classroom. You keep your eyes low as you find an empty seat, chewing nervously on your lower lip.

When you flip open your notebook, you hear the familiar squeak of sneakers in front of you. Your eyes slowly lift to reveal the hardened features of your boyfriend. His jaw is set in a grimace, and he rests his knuckles harshly on the front of your desk.

“Babe, we need to talk.”

But before you have the chance to reply, Mrs. Jones enters the classroom in a flurry. The bell rings immediately after, signaling the start of class. And it’s hard to tell whether the abrupt noise or his harsh glare causes you to flinch in your seat. She claps her hands to attention then, but Scott still doesn’t move.

“Mr. McGuire, take your seat now.”

He merely scoffs before he stalks away, returning to his own seat. Feeling defeated, you slump down in your chair. Any confidence you’d had this morning seemed to dissolve under his angry gaze. The rest of the class period goes by in a daze, as you can’t seem to focus on anything besides the daggers that Scott has been throwing your way the entire hour.

Once the final bell rings, you shoot up from your seat so fast you nearly take a couple other students in your rush. You practically sprint to your locker, hoping to make it to the lunchroom before Scott can corner you.

But you underestimated his speed, especially when he was sober.

His hand suddenly slams your locker door shut, and he backs you into the cool metal. He leans his palm against the line of lockers, closing you in completely. There was no way you could escape him now.

“What is going on with you? Why are you being such a frigid bitch?” he seethes.

You can’t help but wince at the insult, shrinking under his increasingly angry gaze. People were beginning to stare, causing more nerves to twist in your gut. This was a much more interesting sight than anything the cafeteria had to offer. And while you hated the attention, you knew you had to do this.

Just like ripping off a bandaid.

“I want to break up.”

He clearly wasn’t expecting that, confusion quickly replacing the anger on his features. You let out the sigh you didn’t realize you were holding, relief filling your chest as you finally spoke the words aloud.

Scott runs a hand through his dark locks, pulling away from you ever so slightly.

“You want to break up?” his voice raises, “Why? Is this about that stupid fucking party?”

You knew it wouldn’t be that easy, he wouldn’t just agree and walk away. While you had tried to prepare yourself for what you wanted to say all night, your brain was struggling to string any words together.

You rub your temples, trying to prolong the inevitable but the male could only take your silence for so long.

“Well?!” he shouts.

You take a shaky breath as you square your shoulders, attempting to feign some kind of confidence. Dustin’s words from earlier echoing in your ears. He doesn’t deserve to be someone’s secret. The sea of students had only begun to grow in the past few minutes but you don’t notice that Eddie was amongst them.

“I don’t love you, and quite frankly I don’t think I ever did.”

You could hear a pin drop.

“You're an arrogant, selfish prick. And honestly, I just can’t keep doing this anymore…” you pause, now meeting his stormy eyes.

“Especially when my heart belongs to someone else.”

If you thought Scott was angry before, you hadn’t seen anything yet.

His hand suddenly slams into the locker next to your head, causing you to shrink instantly. While he’s never been violent towards you before, you aren’t entirely surprised by it. It was just in his nature.

“So you cheated on me? Is that what you’re saying?”

Before you can get another word in, you hear the familiar clearing of a throat. And a ringed hand reaches out to harshly tug the male away from you.

“You just don’t learn do you, Scotty?”

Eddie is beyond fuming as he shoves Scott back into the lockers before the male can properly react. And while Scott wasn’t the smartest guy, he quickly seemed to put two and two together.

He looked between you and Eddie before he started laughing.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Munson? You’re fucking the freak?”

You instantly turn on defense mode, entirely fed up with his treatment of him. Before you can stop yourself, you copy Eddie’s actions and shove Scott back into the lockers. Surprise crosses both of the males' features at your actions, knowing you were never a violent or angry person.

But everyone has their limits and you’ve just hit yours.

“Yeah, and he fucks me so well too. Eddie here actually knows how to make a girl come— but I can’t say the same for you, McGuire.”

An astounding ‘oooh’ resonates through the crowd at your words.

Scott’s cheeks are flushed from a mixture of embarrassment and anger. No one has ever stood up to him like this before and he’s suddenly at a loss for words. Eddie is grinning like a mad man, clapping excitedly before he wraps his arms around your waist. You welcome his embrace, leaning back further against his chest.

Scott just stares at the two of you, gritting his teeth as you smile sweetly.

“Now, I think we’re done here. Let’s go, Eddie.”

The metalhead willingly lets you drag him away, only your destination wasn’t the cafeteria anymore.

You pull him into the nearest empty hallway, shoving him up against the wall and locking your lips together. Eddie eagerly accepts your advances, fingers lacing through the loop of your jeans to keep you pressed against him.

Adrenaline is pumping through your veins, making every touch of his skin feel like a live wire.

“Munson!”

You curse softly as you realize you’ve been caught, and quickly glance over your shoulder.

Mr. Mundy looks between the two of you with a deep sigh, “Now come on, you know the rules. Break it up or you’re both getting detention.”

You unwillingly pull yourself away from him and lean against the brick wall beside him. A glance out of the corner of your eye shows how the male is biting back a grin.

“Try not to infect your girlfriend with your delinquency, alright?” Mr. Mundy gives you both a disgruntled look before heading back into his classroom.

Once the door shuts behind him, Eddie lets out a soft chuckle and coaxes you back into his arms.

“Y’hear that? Girlfriend,” he teases, wiggling his brows but the title makes your stomach flutter nonetheless. “Didn’t even ask me out on a proper date though, sweetheart. I’m offended.”

He laughs as you playfully pinch his side, shaking your head fondly. You lean your forehead against his chest, letting yourself indulge in the scent of his cologne.

“Did you really mean what you said back there?” he says after a while.

The sudden change of tone has you lifting your head, gazing up at him curiously. Eddie pulls you in even closer, letting his hands rest on the curve of your waist.

“That your heart belongs to me?” he prods.

You look down at your feet shyly, not realizing that he had heard that part of the conversation. Eddie doesn’t let your gaze wander for long though, as he gently tips your head back up to meet his.

“Yes, I meant it,” your voice shakes, your nerves getting the best of you.

But the look that flits over his features has your heart skipping a beat and butterflies erupting in your belly.

“All mine?” he questions, nervously licking his lips as he awaits your answer.

“All yours, Eddie.”

Being Eddie Munson’s official girlfriend is more than anything you could’ve dreamt about.

While sneaking around with him was fun in the moment, the amount he wanted to show you off made your heart sing. You had never felt so wanted or taken care of in your entire life.

But it wasn’t always easy, as graduation continued to grow closer the two of you barely had any alone time together. Between Hellfire, band practice and constant cramming for finals— time was not on your side.

But busy schedules be damned, you both manage to carve out enough time for a date at Benny’s.

“The usual, kids?”

Benny calls from the kitchen with a grin as you both take a seat in your normal booth. The diner had quickly become your favorite place for date nights, in your opinion they had the best food in town. Despite Eddie’s futile attempts to take you to Enzo’s, you prefer the easy going atmosphere of the small diner much more.

“Nah, just two chocolate milkshakes and an order of fries. We only got a few minutes before this one abandons me for prom shit with Wheeler,” Eddie teases.

You can’t help but pout, nudging his foot under the table.

“Says the one who abandoned me for movie night with Henderson yesterday.”

What you aren’t aware of though is how Dustin was actually helping Eddie pick out a tux and tie for prom. Laughing hysterically as the older boy panicked over what color tie would match perfectly with your dress.

Benny watches you both playfully bicker back and forth, shaking his head fondly. He brings out your order a few minutes later and unable to contain your excitement any further, you grab a fry and dip it directly into your milkshake.

Eddie’s lips freeze around the straw, gazing at you in absolute bewilderment when he pretends to gag.

“Sweetheart, that’s disgusting.”

You roll your eyes at his theatrics, taking a bite out of the fry before dipping it back in.

“You really shouldn’t knock it till you try it, Ed,” you say in a sing-song tone as your boyfriend urgently pulls the basket of fries away from you.

“Yeah— no way. I’m not doing that, you’re pretty sick in the head, baby,” he muses between bites of a plain fry. “Shit… and people call me a freak?”

You stifle a giggle as you lean forward, stealing the half eaten fry from between his fingers. You dunk it back into your milkshake and pop it in your mouth with a soft but exaggerated moan.

Eddie shifts slightly in his seat, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. It was almost too easy to get him so worked up. You ignore the warning look he shoots your way as you reach for another fry.

“Come on, just try it.”

You scoop as much of the shake onto the fry as possible, holding it towards him. The male just shakes his head, leaning back against the cracked leather of the booth.

“You know, I don’t know if this is gonna work out between us, doll face,” he chuckles, watching as the chocolate cream begins to drip down your fingers.

His petulance continues but you’re still trying to goad him into taking a bite, dangling it in front of his scrunched nose, inching closer and closer. All in an effort to tempt him. You watch patiently, waiting for the perfect opportunity to slip it between his pouty lips.

“This level of blasphemy might be crossing a line, even for me—”

Before he can finish his thought, there’s lukewarm milkshake and salt smeared across his cheek and the corner of his mouth.

Eddie sits in shock for a moment before you burst into a fit of giggles at his expression.

“Oh, you are asking for it now, baby,” he taunts.

You are unprepared as he dips two of his fingers into his own glass, reaching forward to smear the sticky chocolate across your cheek. You gasp when the male leans forward, mischief sparkling in his eyes. His tongue darts out, causing a loud squeal to escape you as he licks the milkshake from your cheek.

“Eddie, that’s gross,” you whine as you reach out to steady the glass before he dumps milkshake everywhere.

“Hm, you didn’t seem to find it that gross when it was buried inside your—”

You toss a fry at him before he can finish that sentence, hitting him square in the forehead. He looks shocked, ringed fingers dramatically grasping at his chest when he slumps in his seat.

“You wound me, sweet thing.”

It’s then that you take the time to really look at him, and a surge of utter fondness fills your chest. While he goes on a dramatic rant about how french fries could be considered a deadly weapon, you’re only half listening.

Instead admiring the way his dimple indents his cheek when he grins sheepishly at you, and his hands flail about when he speaks. And it really hits you just how lucky you are to have him, that he was all yours.

So when you lean forward to capture his lips and ultimately silence him— he’s a little surprised. But he cups your face between his palms and kisses you back with just as much fervor.

“What was that for?” he asks a little breathlessly when you pull away, and you just smile.

“Just… cause I can.”

His eyes soften and he reaches out to thread your fingers together. Eddie knows the significance of what that means, so he can’t help but lean in to press your lips together again.

“Fuck yeah, you can.”

You really wonder if the universe was playing one big joke on you.

After your mini date at the diner a few days prior, you’d barely seen Eddie the rest of the week. The guys had a big gig at the Hideout the following evening and have been using any spare moment they had to practice. While you understood the reasoning for it, the other part of you was becoming increasingly frustrated.

Eddie could definitely tell something was up, but he didn’t exactly have the time to ask you in the five minute intervals you had together between classes.

So in an effort to make up for his absence, Eddie asked you to tag along to practice that night. But you might have had some ulterior motives for agreeing. Since it had been well over a week since you had any proper alone time together, you were past the point of needy.

Despite still seeing each other, the rushed kisses and subtle touches weren’t enough for either of you.

This was the longest either of you had gone without sex, so you can only imagine he was feeling the same way. But if his longing glances told you anything, it was that he needed you just as much— if not more. So that’s why you showed up to practice in your shortest skirt you owned.

What the metalhead doesn’t know is that you aren’t wearing any panties under said skirt.

However, he’s going to find out soon enough.

You’d given him a quick peck on the cheek when you got there, nothing too much though. You really did want his friends to like you, and they seemed to hate the constant displays of affection you both exhibited on the daily. So you kept it subtle, mostly for that reason.

But a small part of you did it just to rile him more.

In the short time you’d been officially dating, it became quite apparent how much Eddie craved your touch, whether it was sexual or not. He’d subtly tap his fingers on your knee during group hang outs, or press his lips to your temple when he walked you to class. You found it utterly endearing, but you also knew you could use it to your advantage.

So you could immediately tell from the slight pout that your boyfriend wanted more than just a peck on the cheek.

Hook, line and sinker.

As practice continued on, you found yourself sitting on an unused amp, with no other chairs in sight. The group wasn’t exactly used to visitors during practice, so you had to make due. You didn’t mind it though, as it put you in Eddie’s direct line of sight.

About half an hour in they decided to take a small break, the other three males were chatting excitedly about their upcoming dnd campaign. Eddie was more focused on tuning his guitar, but his eyes continued to wander back over to you.

This was the perfect opportunity to let him in on your little secret, while the other members were too preoccupied to be paying attention to you.

You sigh heavily and lean your arms back, uncrossing your legs and letting them fall open. Giving him the perfect view of what you were hiding… or rather not hiding, underneath your skirt.

His eyes flick up to your face before they begin to travel lower, and it takes him a full minute before he notices. But once that recognition flashes across his features, his mouth hangs open in shock.

A playful smirk plays on your lips and you quickly cross your legs again, acting as though nothing had happened. Eddie’s jaw is clenched when he returns to tuning his guitar, feigning as though it had no effect on him. But you could tell from the growing bulge in his jeans, that it definitely did.

He was grateful he had the ability to hide his boner for the rest of practice, not wanting to explain himself to his bandmates. But you knew by his stiff posture, you were so in for it when this was over.

The thought had you squirming with excitement, and you tried your best not to make a mess all over your makeshift seat. Now that would be something you could never live down.

Thankfully Eddie decided to end practice earlier than normal, claiming they could all use a break after their busy week.

But only the two of you knew the real reason.

Eddie all but drags you out to his van once his gear is packed up, gently shoving you against the back door. He opens the other side to put his guitar back into the vehicle, and quickly slams it shut. You bite back a grin when he cages you in against the cool metal.

His jaw is still tense, eyes darkening when his hand begins to caress your bare thigh.

“That was quite the peep show, sweetness.”

You try to keep your breathing even, but his roaming hands are making that very difficult.

“I don’t know what you mean, baby,” you feign innocence, knowing it’ll only rile him up more.

While he loves when you’re his good girl, he also loves any excuse to treat you like his little slut. The brunette chuckles humorously, grabbing your chin in his free hand to keep your eyes aligned with his.

“Come on now, don’t play dumb with me,” he tuts.

You just continue to gaze up at him all doe-eyed, hands resting on his chest. You don’t answer him, which only makes him more frustrated than he was to begin with.

“I see how it’s gonna be... You wanna be a brat? I’ll treat you like one,” he hisses. “Now, get in the van.”

He pulls away, and you feel a sudden chill from the loss of his body heat. When you don’t move an inch his brow raises, cocking his head at you.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart.”

As much as you would love to continue to push his buttons, you know you’re in enough trouble as it is. So you squeak out a quiet ‘yes, sir’ and round the side of the van to hop in the passenger seat.

Eddie is silent for most of the ride, but the tension in the air is palpable. While he says nothing, the glances he keeps tossing your way have you squirming in your seat. In an effort to stop your distracting movements he reaches a hand out, ringed fingers digging into the meat of your thigh.

And in your desperate state you can’t resist pushing him just a little more. So you rest your smaller hand atop his and guide his fingers in between your legs. Eddie suddenly slams on the brakes and your body flies forward when he pulls off on the side of the road.

He puts the van in park before turning to face you.

“In the back, on your knees. Now.”

You grin excitedly at his demanding tone, already anticipating what was to come. So you quickly unbuckle your seatbelt and scurry into the back of the van without another word. Eddie takes his sweet ole time before joining you, as part of your punishment. He knew your patience would only last so long.

He flicks through his cassette tapes and fiddles with the radio volume… anything to keep you waiting.

So when he does finally join you in the back, you’re practically trembling with need. His hands cradle the back of your neck, titling it to bare your throat to him. He presses harsh kisses along your skin, nipping every so often. You can’t help but whimper from the contact, your hands reaching out to grip the fabric of his shirt.

But he stops you, immediately pushing your hands aside.

“Only good girls get to touch me,” he grunts.

Your eyes widen when he pulls the skull bandana out of his back pocket, maneuvering himself around you. He pulls your hands behind your back and binds them together with the soft fabric. Once he was happy with the secureness of the knot, he’s back in front of you.

This was something new.

His fingers gently grip your chin, but he forces you to meet his gaze.

“What’s your color, baby?”

As your sexual relationship began to delve deeper, the more safe words and communication became his highest priority.

“Green… neon fucking green,” you hum.

The smirk quickly returns to his features, and his lips go back to sucking on your neck.

“Watch that pretty mouth of yours, doll or I’ll put it to use.”

You can feel the wetness starting to drip down your thighs, having absolutely no barrier due to your lack of undergarments. His hands have found their way to your breasts, kneading them in his large palms before he continues lower. Once he reaches the apex of your thighs he nearly growls, feeling your arousal coating your supple skin.

“Fuck— I need you, Eds.” you whine, already forgetting what he had just told you only moments prior.

Eddie promptly removes his hands from you, the sound of his belt clinking open has you shivering in anticipation.

“You really want to test my patience tonight, don’t you?”

You now realize your mistake.

But you can’t find it in yourself to regret it when he finally releases his cock from the confines of his jeans. You glance up at him expectantly, licking your lips at the sight of his pre-cum coating the tip. His fingers guide your mouth open and can feel your body practically buzzing with excitement.

“Since you can’t seem to listen, I’m going to use your mouth however I want. If it’s too much I need you to snap your fingers twice. Okay?”

You give him verbal confirmation and snap twice to demonstrate that you are still able to do so even with your hands bound. Satisfied with your response he grins and opens your mouth wider.

“Lemme see that tongue, baby,” he instructs.

You obey immediately and he rewards you by slapping the head of his cock against it. Once… twice… a third time… before he slips it past your lips with a groan.

Eddie’s hand fists your hair, pulling your mouth even further onto his cock. You take every inch willingly, eagerly swirling your tongue around the base of his shaft. His eyes squeeze shut, mouth slightly agape as you take him even deeper.

But you already miss his piercing gaze, now desperate for him to look at you. So you pull back until his cock slips past your lips.

His eyes shoot open and he raises a brow at you, “Did I say you could stop?”

The utter dominance in his tone and stature makes you even wetter, your thighs pressing together as he continues to stare you down with those dark eyes.

“Want you to look at me,” you plead, batting your lashes at him.

He just chuckles, keeping his gaze locked on yours when you eagerly take him back into your mouth. His fist tightens in your hair, another groan escapes him when he hits the back of your throat. A wicked grin tugs at his lips when he feels you gag around him.

“That’s right, gag on it,” he coos.

Your eyes remain locked with his as he continues to use your throat, mascara tears running freely down your cheeks with each thrust. His groans fill your ears, each one sending heat straight to your core. His lips pull up into that signature smirk as he admires the absolute mess he’s made of you.

But before he reaches that peak, he slips himself out of your mouth. It’s too soon for your liking, despite the throbbing ache between your legs. He notices the pout on your lips, now eyeing the string of saliva that keeps you connected.

“As much as I’d love to come in that bratty mouth of yours…” he pauses, wiping up some of the drool from your lips with his thumb. “I’d much rather see it dripping out of that pretty pussy instead.”

You can’t help but whimper in response, letting Eddie bend you over the center console of the vehicle. He flips your skirt up, landing a harsh smack to your ass as he nudges your legs apart with his own. You’re suddenly grateful for the console beneath you, knowing you wouldn’t have the strength to hold yourself up with your hands still bound.

Eddie grabs your bound wrists with one hand, the other slipping between your thighs.His calloused fingers run through your slick folds, and he moans at the wetness he finds there.

“God… always so wet. You’re such a little slut for me, huh? You like when I use you like this, baby?”

You merely nod, your thoughts far too jumbled from his touch that words are escaping you. But Eddie isn’t having any of it, and really you should know better.

Another harsh slap lands on your pussy this time, a shaky gasp leaving your lips.

“Come on sweetheart, tell me…”

Eddie slips two fingers into your entrance with no resistance, curling them up to hit that sweet spot inside of you. But his actions stop just as quickly as they start due to your continued silence. And when he begins to slip his fingers out, your walls contract around them in an effort to keep them nestled inside you.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” he taunts.

You want to cry from frustration when he fully removes the digits, guiding your hips back towards him. Eddie just chuckles, before you hear him noisily suck your arousal from his fingers.

“Y-Yes, Eddie. Just please, fuck me,” you cry.

While you can’t see him, you know he’s grinning like a madman. Any further plans of begging disappear when you feel the tip of his cock rubbing through your folds. As much as he’d love to continue teasing you, his own impatience takes over and he slides into you with one hard thrust.

It doesn’t matter how many times he’s fucked you, you still feel so full. Stretched out beyond belief— it nearly takes your breath away.

Eddie doesn’t give you much warning before he’s snapping his hips back into yours. The sudden motion causes your head to lull forward and rest against the console. Your walls practically suck him in deeper, and he enjoys the pathetic little noises that leave you as he continues to slam into you.

“Fuck— you feel so good, sweetheart.”

Eddie uses your bound wrists to pound into you harder, hitting that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can already feel your orgasm bubbling up inside you, that band getting tighter as he continues his ruthless pace.

“You gonna cum already? Such a little slut…” he nearly growls, “Go on, do it. Let’s see how many times you can make a mess on my cock.”

Between his words and the constant pounding into your g-spot is what tips you over the edge, feeling your knees wobble from the force of your orgasm. Eddie begins to slow his pace, letting you ride the waves a little before he slips one of his hands between you to gently rub at your clit.

Your soft whimpers only seem to spur him on further, keeping a steady pace. But he rams into you so deeply, you swear you can feel him in your throat. Despite how slightly overstimulating the feeling is… it’s too good to stop. And you’d do anything to show Eddie how good you can actually be.

“That’s it… feels good, baby?”

You let out a small but breathy ‘uh huh’, that being the only response you can muster at this point. One orgasm has turned your brain to mush, and all you can think or feel is Eddie Eddie Eddie.

Your response has him chuckling, as the male continues to rock his hips into yours. He loves getting you to this point, so drunk on his cock that you can’t form a coherent sentence. His fingers start to pick up their pace against your bundle of nerves, feeling how your walls clench even tighter around him.

While he wants to fill you up so badly, he also wants to see how far he could push you. It was only fair.

“Wanna show me you can listen, sweetheart? Give me another one. You can do it.”

You nearly sob as your second orgasm suddenly crashes over you. While not as forceful as the first, it’s powerful enough to make your legs give out beneath you. Letting all your weight rest against the center console. Eddie is quick to help guide your hips back up, and stops the movement of his own.

You can feel the tears slipping down your cheeks when he frees your wrists, finally slipping out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact, but it’s not gone for long. As Eddie helps guide you into a sitting position, before carefully laying you back onto a pile of blankets.

He brushes the tears away from your cheeks, and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Can you give me one more? Doin’ so good for me, sweet thing.”

You practically preen at his praise, eagerly nodding when he situates himself between your legs again. He carefully lifts your trembling thighs, his touch much more gentle now. He caresses your supple skin before he slips back inside you with a deep seated groan.

You can feel how your hands begin to twitch at your sides, desperate to reach up and tangle your fingers in his curls. But his previous warning rings in your ears, only good girls can touch me. Eddie catches the subtle movement and reaches down to guide your hands up towards his head. And a loud grunt leaves him when he reaches your deepest point.

“You can touch me baby, you’ve earned it.”

He barely finishes his sentence before you’re threading your fingers through his wild curls and tugging him closer. Until your clothed chests are pressed together and you can feel the weight of his ribs against yours. Your mouths meet with a soft urgency and his tongue glides over your lower lip before slipping past them.

His pace has slowed tremendously, all in an effort to cherish the feeling of being inside you. Despite how rough can be at times, this was his favorite way to be with you. With your bodies entangled in every possible way.

While Eddie may put on a tough exterior, he’s a big softie underneath it all. And you’ve come to adore both sides of him.

He pulls away from your lips with a small gasp, greedily inhaling your mingling breath as his chestnut hues meet yours. Eddie looks beautiful like this, hovering above you all sweaty and flushed. It's truly a sight you wouldn’t grow tired of seeing. He doesn’t let lips stray too far though, leaning down to press hot kisses along your jaw towards your neck.

The brunette eagerly sucks onto the skin of your throat, tongue darting out to soothe the ache he leaves behind. One of your hands untangles itself from his tousled curls, slipping between your bodies to rub at your overly sensitive clit. Judging by how sloppy his thrusts were becoming, you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Eddie buries his face into the crook of your neck, whining when you clench harder around him. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you has your head reeling, already so close to finishing for a third time that night.

“Fuck— I love you,” he pants, each slam of his hips becomes more frantic with his admission. “I love you, sweetheart.”

His confession is all it takes to push you both over the edge. Eddie’s hips stutter as he fills you, and your body arches further into his embrace with a cry of his name. It’s so intense that you can feel how his body trembles above you, and the stars begin to dance behind your lids. The weight of his words finally starts to sink in when he collapses on top of you, blinking away the tears that fill your lash line.

The mixture of your heavy breathing fills the silence and you gently stroke his curls while you both come down from your highs. Eddie must have felt your tears dripping down onto his cheek and his head lifts to regard you with concern.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asks.

You just shake your head, pressing another kiss to his awaiting mouth. But when you pull away a little too soon for his liking, he practically pouts. You just smile fondly, nervous fluttering in your belly at what you were about to confess. Despite hearing him utter those same three words only moments prior.

“I just… I really love you too, Eddie.”

The grin that stretches across his face has your heart thumping faster, your giggles soon fill the silence in the van as he presses tender kisses everywhere he can reach.

“Love you so much, sweetheart.”

The Hideout was packed, which seemed to be an unusual occurrence for a Saturday night in small town Hawkins. But the promise of multiple live bands quickly filled the seats that usually remained empty during the week.

Ever since you became official, you easily fit in amongst his large group of friends. Even Dustin, who was weary of you in the beginning, had quickly begun to warm up to you. But you had clicked with Robin the fastest and the two of you became very close in such a short amount of time.

Most of them had come out to support the band, besides the group of freshmen. As Eddie all but forbade from stepping foot in this establishment. His overprotective nature towards them was something you found to be incredibly endearing.

You were standing at the front of the crowd, snugly in between Robin and Steve. Mostly due to Eddie’s strict instructions to keep an eye on you. He could already anticipate just how rowdy this crowd might be from the moment you entered the dingy bar.

You anxiously shift in place, taking another swig from the flask that Robin had snuck in. You hadn’t seen Eddie for more than a few minutes since he dropped you off at home earlier that morning. And you were beyond impatient for the show to get started.

It was a little annoying how much you missed him when he wasn’t around, how uneasy it made you.

But the vodka was definitely starting to help soothe your nerves.

You continued to shift from foot to foot, partially from your growing impatience and partly due to the soreness between your thighs. The round in the van had only continued once you got back to Eddie’s trailer. He buried his tongue inside you while he showed you how much he loved you from between your thighs.

It’s as though the universe could tell you were getting antsy, as the lights on the small stage finally dim. You cheer loudly and the rest of your friends join in when the four males walk out onto the stage. They all take their respective positions, and Eddie slings his guitar strap over his shoulder and adjusts the mic stand.

“Good evening Hawkins, we’re Corroded Coffin. Thanks for coming out!”

A round of boos suddenly erupt from amongst the cheers, and your head instantly whips around to find the source. You see Jason and Scott’s whole crew leaning up against the back wall of the bar, a prominent smirk on your ex’s face. Your hands balled into fists and you quickly flip them all the bird before turning your focus back towards the stage.

Scott’s incessant torment had cooled off for a bit, but that entire week it was seeming to ramp right back up. While you knew your boyfriend could take care of himself, it still didn’t stop the fury from bubbling up inside you over it. Especially knowing it had only gotten worse because of you.

You find Eddie’s gaze again and he shoots a wink your way, not even fazed by their presence. They started off their set with a cover of Bang Your Head by Quiet Riot, already getting the crowd ramped up. Eddie was totally in his element, carefree as his fingers danced along the neck of his guitar. While they played mostly covers, they were able to sneak in a few original songs.

The crowd was overly enthusiastic, which was a nice change of pace from the five sullen drunks they usually had in attendance at their normal Tuesday time slot. While Eddie was riding that high, his eyes always seemed to find their way back to you.

“Thank you guys for being such an awesome crowd, this is our last song.”

In the time that you’ve been together, you’ve come to recognize almost all of their songs. Eddie was always bouncing lyric ideas off of you, or playing them for you any chance that he could. But hearing the first few chords ring out into the bar, you knew this one was clearly new.

And if shit eating grin he was sporting was any indication, he’d been preparing for this moment. Eddie’s eyes drift from yours to the back of the dimly lit bar as he begins singing. The opening lyrics make your eyes widen in shock.

“Scotty doesn’t know that Fiona and me do it in my van every Sunday. She tells him she’s in church, but she doesn’t go. Still she’s on her knees and Scotty doesn’t know.”

Your heart begins to race and that cocky grin never leaves his face. Your eyes follow his line of sight and you turn around, watching in amusement when you notice how Scott’s fists are clenched at his sides. This is by far the angriest you’ve ever seen him, and you can almost see the metaphorical steam coming out of his ears.

“Fiona says she’s out shopping, but she’s under me and I’m not stopping…”

A smug look graces your features when Scott meets your gaze, giving him a little wave before turning back to focus on your boyfriend. Eddie’s husky voice is full of confidence as he continues onto the next verse. That sound alone could bring you to your knees.

“I can't believe he's so trusting, while I'm right behind you thrusting. Fiona's got him on the phone, and she's trying not to moan. It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing…”

Your mind instantly drifts back to that fateful phone call, that night being a major turning point in your feelings towards the metalhead. Your whole body flushes at the vulgarity of the lyrics, but in an odd way you find it kind of sweet.

Once he has your attention again, Eddie blows you a subtle kiss.

“The parkin' lot, why not? It's so cool when you're on top. His front lawn in the snow, life is so hard 'cause Scotty doesn't know! Scotty doesn't know!”

You watch in fascination as his fingers work diligently over the guitar strings, banging his head along with Jeff. The song aside, you really were enjoying yourself. Eddie lets his guitar fall to his hip, gripping the mic with both hands.

“I did her on his birthday…”

Your curiosity has gotten the better of you again, and you glance back to where Scott had previously been standing. The spot was now empty, much to your surprise. Scott was never one to back down without getting the last word. So you let your eyes wander around the bar, but Scott and his posse were nowhere in sight.

When the song starts to come to a close, Eddie and the rest of the guys have gathered at the front of the stage. Huddled together as they chanted a chorus of, ‘Scotty doesn’t know’, the crowd joining in unison. When you glance over at Robin, her grin practically matches that of your boyfriend’s.

While you had never explicitly told anyone (besides Robin) the details of how everything played out between you two, your ex definitely had his suspicions.

But now, one thing was for sure…

Scotty definitely knew.

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You know what? I like you *turns your King Dices into prints*

HII GUYS HAPPY BELATED VALENTINE’S DAY!! I know these aren’t really related to that but I had these whipped up a long time ago but I wanted to save them for during the semester so you guys would have something from me despite my workload.

Anyways, I do also have something else for my *writing* fans… I’m happy to announce that my big project I’ve been talking about has FINALLY made its debut on AO3!

Welcome to Then You Came Along!

It’s a King Dice x Reader story that’s about 100k words in total - and new chapters will be released every Friday! Nearly the entire thing is completed so don’t worry about getting abandoned on any cliffhangers. I don’t want to spoil too much of it already, but I think a lot of you will enjoy it ;)

ALSO I am once again advertising my Discord server

If you wanna see more of me and my work that I don’t post on here or anywhere else, feel free to join my Discord Server!! That’s where I’m most active right now - and we have a TON of fun on there! (It’s for adults only, though - just because of the nature of some of my content ^^)

OKAY that’s about all I’ve got for now - I hope you enjoy these prints, AND the first chapter of my new novel!! See you soon xx

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(A Zayne x NONMC!Reader fic)

(Word count: ~3.4k)

(Credits: All images from the net. Except for the color editing and brush strokes and writing are made by me.)

(Credits: Pinterest)

*TW: Angst, maybe not well written, NON!MC Reader, Reader has Anemia, heavy blood loss during periods, fights, shouting, feeling of betrayal and heartbreak, shaking, crying, unrequited love.

*Index: Reader speeches are white, bold and italicised.

Zayne speeches are blue, bold and italicised.

MC speeches are pink, bold and italicised.

Others are white and just italicised.

Thoughts are written inside single inverted commas and italicised, sometimes struck through.

Texts and chats have ‘Indented’ font.

Calls have double inverted commas, white and italicised. They are differentiated from other speeches. (Except for main characters like MC and Zayne, they will follow their color code as mentioned earlier and italicised.)

Actions are written inside asterisks, white and bold.

Diary entries have ‘Chat’ font.

If you’re uncomfortable with the following genre or any of the trigger warnings, then please don’t read ahead.

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“His love for her was as pure as the flower Jasmine herself…”

Memoir: Three. Ending

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(Credits: The Feels)

Time…12:23 a.m.

Date: 06/XX/2048

Day: Saturday

Dear diary,

I rarely do write these days, my mind is too much consumed by the void of my thoughts and feelings…my thoughts filled with them..them and them…work has been fine, sales going good, yet everything feels too gloomy…I do make him lunch everyday, barring the days they go out to eat, it hasn’t increased, but my soul feels like it did…we don’t text much, just few ‘Hi’ and ‘Hellos’, here and there…and sometimes he checks up on me over text or call…I think Zayne too has figured out I’m in need of space maybe that’s why he hasn’t once visited me in over two weeks…Although I look at their Moments posts, I didn’t know Zayne had that app…they seem happy, just like their pictures do…

Yesterday was at the park…

Few days ago at Destiny Cafe…

Couple days before that by the Lakeside…

Azure Square…

My eyes hurt watching them…it feels like I’m developing a new variant of iritis…

Fun fact: he fails to tell me that he’s going out, everytime…either I get to know it from Yvonne, or MC, or from the Moments posts…So I’ve stopped caring the need to know…if they tell me, I just hum along and let go.

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Time…02:38 a.m.

Date: 13/XX/2048

Day: Friday

Dear diary,

I don’t feel like writing anymore, not even twice in two weeks…what happened to me? He rarely calls, all I get are mostly texts, that is also if I’m lucky enough…I’m dying to talk to him, would he even remember it’s our anniversary next week? Or maybe they have plans…

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(Credits: The Feels)

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PRESENTLY:

Next week arrives way quicker than I ever wanted it to, every day feels like a blur recently, like I can barely remember the tasks I’ve performed…It’s our anniversary day…I will go to the hospital and drop off a flower bouquet to him in his office…

…I had a special lunch prepared for him,

‘Dice beef, rice, roast meat sauce, broccoli and white broccoli, crispy fried shredded onions, and tamagoyaki’, I’d learnt during the early stages of our relationship. It was always my plan to make our first anniversary very special, filling him with surprises…I place a six packed box of coconut macarons on the side each had a tiny milk chocolate snowman on them: orange juice, and like usual a handwritten note…within a heart shaped card. I then head out to our shop, picking out a freshly custom made jasmine-bouquet, as I add a card to it, ‘Happy 1st Year’, maybe if I wasn’t dull from the inside I’d have been more creative…

“Soooo a whole year huh?” “Mhm”, I smile softly as I pay after I was done.

…Upon reaching the hospital I was immediately greeted by Yvonne and Dr. Greyson. “Happy 1 year anniversary! Congratulations to the both of you!”, she says excitedly, hugging me. I hug back. “Congratulations”, Dr. Greyson nods as I smile at both of them, “Thank you very much you two.” “Dr. Zayne is free right now, plus it is lunch time so yeah.” “Thanks a lot Y, I’ll be off then.” “Okay! Do tell me your plans for tonight later!” “Will do!”.

Taking a deep breath in I knock on his door… “Come in”, I hear his voice, it sounded softer than usual…could he have been expecting me? I take a deep breath in as I walk inside…

“Happy 1 year (Name)!”…of course she is here…I regain my posture as I smile at her, it’s forced… “Thank you very much.” “I’ve been so excited for today, I mean Zayne, a year with someone! Now that’s a milestone!”, she jokes and laughs… “oh! I’ll go out now, you two talk…do tell me your plans for the night later bye guys!”, as she leaves…

I feel a strange sense of satisfaction and comfort at that…but the main thing still remains…Zayne…it’s been very awkward over these weeks, and ever since all that happened…I don’t know how to approach him…

I take in a breath as I walk to his table, handing out the bouquet to him…as I placed the lunch box on his table, I smile… “Happy Anniversary…”, I want to say more, pour out my heart but I don’t… He stares at the gift, soon opening his lunch, I could see a tiny glimmer in his eyes…I made him his favourite after all… “Thank you…”, he says with the similar softness he holds out for her…my heart skips a beat…but then again…it’s compulsion…

“Happy Anniversary…(Name)…”

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…Maybe I still have hopes and dreams…I reach his pace, my mind at a pseudo-peaceful state for the time being…I want tonight to be ours just ours…I want to make it perfect…so perfect perfect perfect…I work hard…pacing around his living room space decorating, minutely adjusting each and every piece, so that there remains no fault…

I fill the room with golden fairy lights, some over the front door, his bedroom and hung over the mould of the balcony. Next I decorate the gaps in between with small thick bunches of Jasmines, some beside the table and chairs too, arranged in a pattern…now all I need to do is wait for his arrival for the last minute touch ups…

…The clock strikes 11:00 p.m. The lights turned off, the room illuminated by the fairy lights. Keeping the balcony door open, as a gentle soft breeze came in through greeting my features…

I’m wearing my best dress for him…it was a navy blue tube top with intricate white snowfalls patterns delicately lacing around the waist and bust area—custom made…a silver necklace with an elegant cursive ‘Z’ locket, matching silver earrings and a bracelet—custom made…maroon lip gloss, mascara and my hair let down.

The door opens, as I catch a glance of him enter…he looks too good to be true…He stares for a while… “I’ll be out after changing…” “Will you want to have dinner first?” “Yes.”.

While he goes to freshen up, I prepare the table, placing neatly each item around the table…I had starters, main course, dessert and drinks. As I light up the candle placed at the centre of the table, making sure no wind blows it out, but thankfully luck was on my side, the wind was just a gentle summer breeze… Beside the candle was a bucket with ice and a bottle of champagne, now I know he’s a lightweight and he doesn’t prefer drinking…but it’s our anniversary, I want it to be the best…

He came out after a while wearing -his nightly rendezvous outfit-, my breath hitches…I want to compliment him but what if it becomes awkward…my gestures and thoughts went back to how it used to be like at the beginning of our relationship…maybe time is a loop…

As we sit down to eat, he gets my chair put like the gentleman he is and then himself sits…Having his favorite cuisine on the table, maybe I thought he’d smile…but he didn’t…

“Champagne?” “It’s our anniversary after all, a couple glasses wouldn’t hurt.”, I chuckle hoping he’d too…but he didn’t…

He’s sending me mixed signals…which I neither comprehend nor interpret…atleast he’s here…that’s all that matters now…a part of me couldn’t wait to write about tonight in my diary again…

…we eat quietly, not much words are uttered, except for the occasional, like for passing items or ‘the food is good.’, my mind wanders back to the times before her, as I analyse them, was he always cold to me too? I used to believe that was how he showed affection, was I wrong?

I pour myself a glass and drink it…he didn’t say anything…I was a lightweight too…but he didn’t know…and another…and another…and another…

My inhibitions lowered but I still had my senses to myself…placing the glass down, I chuckle a bit…

“Not even a ‘you look beautiful tonight’??? Dr. Zayne now that’s straight up meeeeeaaaannnn! *hic* I set up soooooo much ‘fff you, dressed up ffff youuuu, surprises surprises surprises! Even made and got your favorites! But nothinggggggg!”, I pout as I slur… “Whyyyy Zayne whyyyy is it because I’m not herrrrr???? I knowwww I’m not pretty like her orrrr successful like herrrrr or know you from Adam like her! But hell I’ve been good!! I’ve done so much for you! And you don’t even giveee me minimum gratitude! That’s meeeean”, I giggle as I pace around the room…

“Please sit down you’re drunk.” “Shhhhhhhhh I speak todayyyy, I’ve been holding backkkk for tooo longggg!”, I press my finger on his lips. “These are soooo soft and plum…I was anxious whether you’d at all kisssss me toniiiightttrr! How many timesss have we evennn kisssed in our relationship?? Even forehead and cheek kisses have ceased to exist…What haveee I done wrong Zaynie??? Alll I ever yearned for is you, your affectionnn and your loveee… you know my past, my desperations, my heart, then why…why…”, my voice cracks, my eyes filling with water, becoming hazy… “I *hic* gave you a Jasmine bouquet today…you didn’t say much…at least you accepted *I giggle* they’re your favoritessss I knowwwwwww…they symbolise purityyy, looove and afftection, did you know? Of course you did…that’s what I feel forrr yewwww!” I sloppily poke at his chest with my index finger…

“I’m barely drunk…did you know I was a lightweight…? Do you know my favorite flowers or my favorite colour! No you don’t! You barely ever ask! It’s always me me me! I think of you more often than I breathe! And you don’t—” “I want the old Zayne back…I saw how you watch her…how your eyes light up…how your face embraces colours…because those are all the ways I act around you! Have you ever noticed!?”, as I sob heavily…

He was left speechless, I could see his hands clench… “You’re so much wiser than me…tell me Zayne is it all in my head?? Do you never see how I always beg for footnotes in the story of your life?! Tell me…do you…only Tolerate Me…?”, my body begs to be wrapped up in his arms…but that is just wishful thinking…

As I was a mess on the floor, he was still there…I wanted to leave, I wanted to stay…I wanna walk but I can’t, my body is shaking convulsively…

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That was all I could remember, before I passed out…the next morning, I wake up in a comfortable bed…as my inhibitions come back to me…it’s his bed…

He was getting ready to go to the hospital, my head is a mess… “You should rest…I’ll get you some painkillers—” “You’re a wonderful man.”, as I get up on my own, barely…and go to the bathroom to wash up…my face is a mess, makeup all smudged together…eyes puffy and red…thank god I don’t have work today…

…I reach home, my head now better having taken the pain killers from before…I should just—

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

MC was calling…not now I can’t deal with it… especially not her of all people right now…so I put my phone on silent…although she keeps on calling for a few more times…I would’ve felt bad if I didn’t hold a grudge from last night, plus I was hurt and mad at him, I cannot deal with either of them now…

…I was about to take out my diary and write when I heard the buzz at the door. I groan as I walk over to open…MC…

“(Name)! Dear lord are you alright?! I called you so many times! I was worried sick!”

“I’m alright I just—”

“This is unexpected of you (Name)! How can you be so careless!? Do you know how worried I was?! How worried Zayne was!?”

That was it that was the last straw…it ticked me off fully…

“You weren’t worried about me when you took his heart away.”, I speak sharply.

“What…”

“No don’t you dare ‘what’ me! I’m tired of this hurting! Why weren’t you there when he was available when he was single! Why why why couldn’t you come then?! First of all you come into his life and he doesn’t even tell me! He tells me nothing about his childhood, and I was fine with that, it’s his privacy his choice! Then he doesn’t tell me he’s having dinner with you! I was fine with that too! Then he starts acting completely aloof! Like I don’t even exist! I’m his girlfriend dammit!”, tears prick my eyes again… “I don’t hate you MC I don’t! I think you’re a great girl and an amazing friend to both me and Zayne…but please understand…you’re so so so nice! You’re too great! You’re too amazing at everything you do! Heck you’re even more read that me! But how the hell are you are so dumb that you can’t realise the way he looks at you! He looks at you like you’re all he sees! Like you’re his elixir of life, his honey, his will to live in this messed up world, his one and only! Have you ever ever noticed that?! No right? But I have! And I’ve tried so hard to keep it in, blaming myself for overthinking but there’s a limit a limit to each one of us, and that threshold has been crossed! So please I beg you, please let my boyfriend stay mine, please just be his friend…please!”, I breathe heavily, my body shaking convulsively, as tears stream down…

She’s left speechless…just like he was last night. O could see the tears prick at her eyes too…

“I-I am sorry I never—”

“Please just please leave…”, she doesn’t speak another word and goes…

I heave a frustrated sigh…I’m too tired, I feel dizzy…

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…Later that night…

I wanted to write in my diary, but there was another buzz at the door…who’s it now…

I drag myself off the bed as I walk over then opening the door…Zayne…

He steps in, his presence carries a strong aura…he looks…his usual cold, stoic and…angry…?

“Why are you—”

“Who gave you the permission to talk to her like that?”, he utters with pure hatred in his voice…

I freeze at that…

“If that’s what you’re here for—”

“Answer.”

“Why should I Zayne? Am I answerable to you? Is it my compulsion?? But if I remember clearly you never answered to my texts whenever you’re with her. I said what I said because I’ve had enough. I put my phone on silent and she still didn’t get the hint, I had no other choice.”

“Then that’s your manners? That’s how you treat people who are genuinely worried about you and check up on you? She’s been nothing but nice to you.”

“Oh you wanna talk about manners now?! Let’s talk! Where were your manners when you didn’t even bother telling me you went out to dinner with her, or you were at the park with her, or when I poured my fucking heart out to you last night and got no fucking ass response?! Thanks for giving me the best fucking post-anniversary present by the way.”

“You’re still hung up on that.”

“Hung up?! Zayne hello? Do you need a brain doctor or another heart doctor to check if they’re functioning all well?! Do you not realise the pain, the hurt and the betrayal I went through?! Are you void of feelings for everyone except for her?! You make me wonder if you ever saw me as something valuable. I’m your fucking girlfriend Zayne! I hated having to hear from other people about my boyfriend because he wouldn’t tell me about his whereabouts! Do you know how embarrassing that feels?! Be glad they’re not gossipers or Dr. Zayne would’ve had quite the reputation by now.”, I scoff “and do you even know how many lies I have to tell often just to make you not seem like a cold hearted asshole?! But I guess for you you thought those were all my compulsions, just like yourself…I can’t believe I read into you this wrong…I’ve always cared for you, catered to your needs, tried to make myself perfect for you?! Heck I even greet you like a battle hero returning from a war, whenever you came home!! What have you done?! A nod, a word, rarely a kiss on the cheek and forehead!? Tell me Zayne, I asked you last night I’ll ask you again today! Was it all in my head? Were we a healthy couple only in my head?! Was it just me!! Or did she cast some love spell upon you and had you enamoured—”

“Watch your tone (Name)…you barely know about her…I’m her primary care physician and I know her the best, plus she’s always been with me since childhood, I cherish her…”

“Do you know how hard she works as a Hunter, wanderers everywhere…and you don’t even know about her heart’s condition…do you know she has the Protocore Syndrome, and she could, touch wood, drop dead if gone through tremendous amount of stress??? Do you even know what the Protocore Syndrome is? If you did your research you would have.”

I stand still hearing that…I’ve heard about the Protocore Syndrome, read and researched about it, heck so many people came to our shop to collect flowers for them who died from this, or they who were suffering from it! Heck I knew about it better than most!

‘It was disease caused when Protocores, that were special energy cores dropped from high-level Wanderers, negatively affecting a person's body. There are currently three types known to affect humans, and each one causes different symptoms and levels of disease progression.’

But he didn’t know that…he barely ever asked me about my day or work…whereas I…

I look up at his face, I want to scream but I don’t, there is barely a point anymore…

“Do you know that my life’s worth research is about them and how I can save my patients, how can I save from it? You say you don’t know about my childhood, well here’s a fact I will give you, I became a cardio-surgeon because of her, because she suffered from this deadly disease…because I wanted to cure her and never lose her…she is the most important person in the world to me.”

“Do you know what it’s like to have a disease like such, when you have the case of a high probability of death at any given stance if your over stressed or overworked? You should consider yourself lucky…And as her primary physician it is my duty to care the most for her, in whichever way you take it.”

That was the last straw…that broke my heart, shattering and stepping on it completely…

“Zayne…you…wow…”, I was speechless once again, but right now…I didn’t know anything it felt like I’m in a foreign place where no one knows me…I feel like a refugee of a war…

“I have Anemia Zayne…Anemia…”, I speak softly, my voice broken, eyes filled with tears once again…I could feel him stiffen, cussing under his breath, saying he’d gone too far…too far…

“I’m…I’m sorry…I…I didn’t mean to compare any disease with another, I just—”

“Maybe the next the I should just stop taking all my meds and supplements and bleed myself close to death…or maybe if I had sickle-celled anemia, with a probability of death maybe then you would’ve noticed me…if I would’ve just laid on the bed at Akso in the ER…maybe then you’ll finally notice me…”

“I know what Protocore Syndrome is Zayne…I have everyday many customers come in to collect flowers for their dear loved ones they lost or are on the verge of losing, or even for themselves…they share me their stories and I listen as my heart breaks hearing those…all I could do was give them the best of flowers and well wishes from the bottom of my heart…I know it Zayne I do…and I’m sorry…I didn’t know about MC…I’m so so sorry…I’ll apologise to her…”

“I don’t hate her…I don’t…I— *voice cracks* I just…I was hurting like anything…and it vented out like that…I’m sorry…” *I fall to the floor, crying out loud, I don’t hold back anymore…* maybe he tried to reach out for me, but I speak up before he could…

With my broken voice, my breath coming out in heavy successions… “Please just give me closure…I’m too tired…too…tired…”

He drops down and holds me tight, as I bawl to his chest…I couldn’t anymore…it feels so natural but it’s the end…I know it is…

“Please let me…have…closure…”

Maybe his voice cracked a bit too…

“I’m sorry (Name) I’m so so sorry, I couldn’t be the man who should have treated you properly…I’m sorry I should have told you earlier…I thought I was over her but I wasn’t…maybe my brain created an image of you as her, that you were her…whenever we’d sleep together, go out, or tried to kiss…all I could imagine was her face…hence I stuck to forehead and cheek kisses…I’m so so sorry…”

As I sob and sob loudly, while he kept holding me…just like that, it was over…we were over…

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private but not secret

kit connor x famous!reader social media au

part two

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yourprivateuser weekend with my boy xx

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joelocke03 if anyone was wondering, yes i third-wheeled for most of this

kitconnor every day with you is my favorite day

⤷ yourprivateuser i'm in love with you in ways that words cannot express

yourbestfriendsuser you guys are adorable, now get off my feed

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kitconnor what a good weekend

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user1 kit connor, active on instagram... nobody move

joelocke03 i'm with you both all weekend and i don't get a single picture?? i see how it is

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youruser took a road trip home to my baby recently. maybe played some songs along the way. guess you'll just have to check it out.

driving home 2 u. out next friday.

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youruserupdates y/n lover girl era is really the gift that keeps on giving... a road trip music video doc, the best love songs of the century, even her glam is lover girl perfection

user2 i know she and kit don't talk openly about their relationship but you really can tell that they love each other so much

⤷ user3 watching them fall in love just gives me so much hope for like... the world

kitconnor i'm happy you're home

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author's note: couldn't stay away from my boy kit and his pretty face... this is not the last you're going to see of this particular couple, i can promise you that

xoxo, daisy

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get him back! • pg10 part 1 ੈ✩‧₊˚

do i love him? do i hate him?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairings || pierre gasly x singer!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || semi inspired by olivia rodrigo’s get him back! reader is alexandra’s best friend and meets pierre through her and charles… everything after is a rocky road.

alt. y/n keeps going back.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || pierre lowkey rlly toxic, dirty jokes, cheating kind of

ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || ahhh first fic in forever,, i have so much school work but i’ll try to get stuff out whenever i can xx this was also meant to be one part but there was too much to fit in one hahahah soooo i think they’re will be one more part xx

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yourusername last night was a dream <3

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⤷ yourusername 🙃

⤷ username16 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

username17 oh my god

username44 GEJDJHTUCJ

gracieabrams BABE 😍

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usernams4 omg i hope we see her at the race!

⤷ username92 sameee it’s been like months

lilamoss you’re a dream 🥹

username62 prettiest girl in the universe

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pierregasly party hard

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landonorris mate 🤣

username71 y/n?!? what is the crossover

⤷ username93 y/n’s best friend is charles’ gf,, she’s gone to a few races w alex and been in the ferrari garage!

charles_leclerc party animal calamar!

⤷ pierregasly 😅

username61 alexandra feature lfg!

⤷ username16 the crumbs w live off 😭

yourusername 🙃

⤷ pierregasly 🙂

⤷ username28 erm are we interrupting smth?

username14 happy pride to lando and pierre?

username16 alex and y/n both look absolutely gorgeous

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f1wagworld alexandra joined by best friend and pop star y/n y/l/n in the ferrari hospitality! 💗☺️

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username1 eeee my fave girls

username82 two pretty best friends

username34 bet she’s never watched a race besides the ones she’s been to 🙄 probs doesn’t even watch those either

⤷ username61 yeah and while she’s partying w f1 drivers and coming to races as their guest,, ur busy being a keyboard warrior lol

username7 eee y/n in the paddock!

username63 hot girls love ferrari ❤️‍🔥

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f1wagworld yourusername spotted chatting with alpine driver pierre gasly!

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username72 OMG

username61 shippp

username4 so ready for y/n f1 wag era

username71 she looks down bad, girl stand up!

username72 charles in the likes?? messyyyy

⤷ username63 he loves the gossip hahaha

username2 too sweet 💘

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f1wagworld pop star y/n y/l/n spotted in alpine garage!

after being spotted joining best friend and charles girlfriend, alexandra saint mleux, on friday in the ferrari hospitality, y/n was spotted chatting to pierre gasly after qualifying. today it seems the pop star has switched teams for the weekend! spotted in not only the alpine garage, but also pierre gasly’s garage. this comes after y/l/n was, to fans surprise, included in the french driver’s instagram dump ahead of the weekend.

do we have a new wag on our hands? 💙🩷

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username62 OMGOMGOMG

username2 y/n f1 wag agenda starts now

username99 omf they’d be such a hot couple

username17 miss girl never misses

username04 audibly screamed when i saw her on the screen

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f1updates party party party!!!

pierre gasly and charles leclerc spotted partying in spain after the latter’s win and the former’s podium at the 2023 spanish gp. also present was charles’ girlfriend alexandra saint mleux and singer y/n y/l/n.

pierre and y/n were seen cozying up through various party goers socials… is there love in the air for the french driver?

usernams81 omg it’s happening

username66 drivers in the wild

username71 oh to party w pierre and charles

username55 woah this is too much for me rn

username16 they’re all OUT of it

username82 pierre and charles pulling bad bitch bffs

username9 they all look incredible wtf it’s unfair

liked by scuderiaferrari, lilymhe, and 218,936 others

yourusername welcome to miami 🌴

tagged alexandrasaintmleux, charles_leclerc

username61 her presence brought good luck to pierre and charles!

username52 she’s so real

lilymhe pretty 🩷

⤷ yourusername love uuu

username5 really hope her and pierre work out

⤷ username4 work out? girl we don’t know anything about their relationship,, they just met

alexandrasaintmleux let’s do it again please ☺️

⤷ yourusername we’ll see 🙃

⤷ charles_leclerc something tells me you’ll be wanting to come to another race sooner rather than later…

username17 cutie charlieeee

pierregasly 😉

⤷ username7 this man 😀

liked by sabrinacarpenter, pierregasly, and 185,266 others

yourusername someone take me to the eiffel tower pls

username1 feral

username6 ummmm the france jersey w number 10?! opposite of subtle missy

⤷ username17 so cute 🥹🥹

pierregasly 🐶

⤷ charles_leclerc gtfo

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux omfg paws OFF

⤷ yourusername you 2 are no fun! 🐶

liked by pierregasly

alexandrasaintmleux please stop being horny on the main

⤷ yourusername u told me to stop doing it on the private as well…

⤷ username16 let me in 😭

liked by username82, username9, and 134,038 others

f1updates y/n y/l/n and pierre gasly spotted cozying up at wimbledon with charles and alexandra.

tagged yourusername, pierregasly, alexandrasaintmleux, charles_leclerc

username16 WTF

username18 IS THIS REAL OMF

username3 oh my god they’re perfect

username74 it couple 🔥

username92 this group face card is crazy

⤷ username03 face cardS too lethal,, never declineeeee

liked by yourusername, declanrice, and 531,800 others

pierregasly another week, another race, another chance!

tagged yourusername

username72 THE HARD LAUNCH?!

username6 ummm gagged

username24 aww they’re so fucking cute

yourusername si fier mon bébé ❤️

⤷ pierregasly 😘

username43 oh to be held by pierre gasly like that

⤷ username1 oh to hold y/n y/l/n like that

username92 cutiesss

ben_thorne you guys! ☺️

charles_leclerc 😘

alpinef1team things we love to see 😍

liked by alexandrasaintmleux, iamrebeccad, and 608,022 others

yourusername 🧛🧛‍♀️

username61 how does she still look so pretty lmfao

username55 vampire is such a banger

alexandrasaintmleux 😍

pierregasly my little vampire 😍

pierregasly bloodsucker fr 🙃

⤷ yourusername not the only thing i suck 🙃

⤷ charles_leclerc 😧

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux mon dieu 😭

⤷ username74 lmfao they match each others freak

username23 BLEEDING ME OUT LIKE GODDAMN VAMPIRE

liked by rachelzegler, landonorris, and 2,989,004 others

yourusername life recently 💙🩷

tagged pierregasly, alexandrasaintmleux

username64 life b4 guts seems non existent like how did i live without it

username5 god they’re actually so cute together

username53 the alpine hearts 🥹

pierregasly la vie avec toi ❤️

⤷ yourusername bébé 🥰

username27 third photo 😫

alexandrasaintmleux mon complice 💖

username92 this coupleeee

liked by landonorris, carlossainz55, and 324,929 others

pierregasly mon cœur ❤️

tagged yourusername

charles_leclerc whipped

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux what.

⤷ charles_leclerc me too ☺️

⤷ pierregasly 🫵🤣

username87 my heart is full

danielricciardo got your very own 🐨

yourusername stealing ur brand @oscarpiastri

⤷ oscarpiastri 🐨

alpinef1team the best couple

yourusername i love youuuu

⤷ pierregasly ❤️

username17 cutie pies

liked by charles_leclerc, lorenzotl, and 698,092 others

pierregasly love 😘

tagged yourusername, charles_leclerc

username62 charles leclerc ahh caption hahahha

yourusername my love 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

username3 ahhh he loves her smm

username45 awww the sweetest couple

alpinef1team piarles 😘

username52 his gf and his bf in one post

liked by username16, username4, and 3,092 others

f1updates y/n, pierre, and lando spotted partying with friends again!

username6 i swear all they do is party hahaha

username66 sexy peopleeee

username32 the again lmfao

⤷ username4 i can’t remember a weekend where they weren’t 😭

username16 lando 😫😫

username3 y/n looks sawrrrr good

liked by romeobeckham, gracieabrams, and 1,098,834 others

yourusername another bar, another dance

tagged pierregasly, landonorris, luisinhaoliveira99, iamrebeccad

username62 cutest couple

username51 i swear they’re always partying,, do they ever do anything else

⤷ username8 they used to…

username17 does anyone find it odd that alex and charles have stopped going out w pierre and y/n as much

⤷ username2 maybe they just don’t want to party as much

alexandrasaintmleux lol

⤷ yourusername 🙃

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux get ur shit together.

⤷ username16 um woah wtf

landonorris LITTTT 🔥🔥🔥

⤷ username67 what a weird little man

username62 um no pierre in the comments?

username54 here after @f1updates post…

liked by username62, username18, and 27,828 others

f1updates f1 it couple spotted in explosive argument after seen partying with friends

username61 noooo

username15 they’ve been off recently so this makes sense

username42 no god pls don’t break up my family

username10 finally got rid of that gold digger 🔥

username4 aw y/n crying 😢

username16 i just know alex is LIVID

⤷ username23 literally like she don’t play about her bff

liked by alexandrasaintmleux, lilymhe, and 23 others

y/ncriesalot i miss him

alexandrasaintmleux no no he’s stupid!!!

alexandrasaintmleux no thinking about 🥖

⤷ yourusername 🥺

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux put the phone down y/n/n

lilymhe girl!!! i know it’s hard but it’s for the better 🫂

kaiagerber babe he’s not worth it

heidiberger_ don’t waste that pretty face on that ugly man

⤷ yourusername u don’t have to lie tho… i’ve seen his recent 😭

⤷ heidiberger_ he’s trying to thirst trap u! trying too hard at that.

⤷ bawsixteen she’s right that is what he’s doing

⤷ yourusername it’s working 😫

bawsixteen please don’t cry,, i know you u don’t want to hear it but he’s not losing much sleep over this

⤷ lilymhe what is charles doing here??

⤷ y/ncriesalot he’s my friend 🥹 and he’s an insider!

⤷ bawsixteen ☺️

⤷ y/ncriesalot also- charlie ☹️

⤷ bawsixteen i know i know chère

⤷ y/ncriesalot just be honest

⤷ bawsixteen always

⤷ y/ncriesalot is he fucking other girls now

⤷ y/ncriesalot charles?

⤷ y/ncriesalot i know you can see this!

⤷ y/ncriesalot oh okay. got it.

liked by pierregasly, alexandrasaintmleux, and 6,092,737 others

yourusername cry about it 💋

alexandrasaintmleux bella bella bellaaaa

alexandrasaintmleux my wife 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

⤷ yourusername loml

⤷ charles_leclerc i’ll allow it just for today

alexandrasaintmleux hottest girl in the world

usernams61 pierre FUMBLED

username10 showing pierre what he’s missing out onnn

username52 somewhere along the seine there is a french man drowning himself

liked by yourusername, alexandrasaintmleux

devonleecarlson mamaaaa 🔥

heidiberger_ linda 😍 i see what you’re doing…

⤷ yourusername 🙃

sabrinacarpenter his loss

username5 i just know pierre is crying screaming throwing up

username52 pierre should be begging on his knees

⤷ username6 too bad she won’t take him back,, girly doesn’t take shit!

pierregasly mon dieu 😫

⤷ username64 hahahha she’s got pierre regretting everything

⤷ username77 🫵🤣 bro u fumbledddd

⤷ username12 must be humbling for him

liked by username10, username23, and 21,092 others

f1wagworld pierre gasly spotted with recent ex girlfriend y/n y/l/n last night!

tagged pierregasly, yourusername

username16 gagged.

username3 girllll stand tf up

username14 the way everyone was laughing at pierre for fumbling but this girl is so horrendously down bad

username26 am i the only one happy about this like parents are backkk

⤷ username5 right we don’t even know what happened,, i take this as a win

username11 who hasn’t gone back to an ex for at least one night hahah this doesn’t mean they’re back together

liked by pierregasly, inhalerdublin, and 4,028,737 others

yourusername certified lover girl ☺️

tagged pierregasly

username62 oh girl

username7 parents back together!

pierregasly belle

pierregasly locked in ❤️‍🔥

⤷ yourusername not made for the single life…😘

username02 we are sooo back baby

alexandrasaintmleux whipped 😐

⤷ yourusername 😫

landonorris parents 😍

⤷ alex_albon gtfo here

⤷ yourusername 😧😮

username74 ok but that first photo 🥹

username9 girl is down bad and i don’t blame her

charles_leclerc all this practice and u still can’t beat me @pierregasly? 😂

liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo, and 397,755 others

pierregasly silly girl ❤️

tagged yourusername

username22 does anyone else feel like te caption is kind of infantilising especially w their age gap

⤷ username13 bffr the photos he chose are silly and she’s 23 a full grown adult

yourusername 🥹

username24 gawd she’s so pretty

alexandrasaintmleux my girl 😍🙂

⤷ yourusername foreverrrr

⤷ pierregasly 😐

landonorris alco @yourusername

⤷ yourusername wtvvvv

liked by alexandrasaintmleux, gracieabrams, and 28 others

y/ncriesalot i need him (he tried to fuck all my friends)

alexandrasaintmleux babe 😐

⤷ y/ncriesalot uhhhhhh

bawsixteen il est tellement stupide

lilymhe meme format goes crazy

alexandrasaintmleux i’ll tell charles to crash him out

⤷ bawsixteen uhhhhh

⤷ yourusername he’s too far back anyways 🙂

⤷ lilymhe i’ll tell alex to crash him out

sukiwaterhouse stop that photo 😭

sukiwaterhouse also girl… ☹️

heidiberger_ french baguette bitch

⤷ heidiberger_ that was daniel but i agree

⤷ yourusername DANNY COVER UR EYES THIS IS PRIVATE INFO

madisonbeer ☹️

tatemcrae ☹️

maddieziegler ☹️

madelineargy ☹️

camilamorrone ☹️

liked by alexandrasaintmleux, heidiberger_, and 2,009,545 others

yourusername they never change 🫀

username6 welp that lasted long

alexandrasaintmleux my princess

username82 oh!

username77 ok but first pic… pierre defs regretting life choices rn

⤷ username61 said that last time and then… 💥

username62 break up post and thirst trap all in one

kaiagerber icon

madisonbeer girlfriend 😍

username3 pierre gasly it’s on sight

pierregasly mature

⤷ username33 the girls are fightinggg

liked by username72, yourusername, and 27,982 others

SPILLURGUTS y/n spotted at paris fashion week with LV!

username62 aww she looks beautiful

username88 glad she’s doing well after the break up

username7 fit served

username53 heard pierre will be there too, hope she doesn’t have to face him

⤷ username1 praying for my girl 💗

username1 fit game remains untouched

username92 post break up glowwww

liked by username5, username74, and 34,766 others

f1updates pierre gasly attending louis vuitton paris fashion show with ex? y/n y/l/n

tagged pierregasly, yourusername

username71 girl wtf

username55 “they never change” babe YOU 🫵 never change

username62 IM CRYING SHES JUST LIKE ME

username64 we are sooo back… again!

username10 okay but they look so good

username13 is now a good time to mention that i saw y/n at the airport and when she was boarding her ticket declined and she was like im so sorry this was very last minute and the person said “oh sorry you must be mr gasly’s guest!” 😬

⤷ username73 WHAT?!

alexandrasaintmleux @yourusername ?!

liked by bawsixteen, carmenmmundt, and 23 others

y/ncriesalot lol

alexandrasaintmleux mon dieu 😖

⤷ bawsixteen you are stressing her out y/n!

kaiagerber BAD IDEA!!!

⤷ y/ncriesalot right…?

⤷ kaiagerber i fell right into that one

lilymhe girl the shamelessness is crazyyyy

heidiberger_ at least ur self aware

gracieabrams i can’t 😭😭

liked by pierregasly, landonorris, and 4,088,929 others

yourusername i love that man like nobody can

tagged pierregasly

pierregasly my girl ❤️

⤷ yourusername always ❤️

⤷ username61 until he cheats on you again lol

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⤷ username8 how do u know he cheated?

⤷ username61 idk he’s just the type

⤷ username17 omg she deleted that person’s comment 😭😭 y/n please wake up

username32 find some shame queen

username7 yeah bc nobody else would go back to him 😭

liked by alexandrasaintmleux

username16 d must be good

liked by yourusername

username45 definition of “i can fix him” delulu

username6 ok but.. last two photos are rlly cute

landonorris 🦵🦵🦵

⤷ alex_albon u r so embarrassing

⤷ yourusername LANDO

liked by pierregasly, yourusername, and 267,939 others

alpinef1 you’re favourite IT couple decked out in the palace skateboards x KAPPA x alpine f1 vegas collection!

tagged pierregasly, yourusername

username10 they’re the cutest

username3 they may be toxic asf but they’re also hot asf

⤷ username67 a match made in hell

yourusername wag duties 🩷💙

⤷ pierregasly my favourite wag mon cœur 😍

⤷ yourusername you’re only wag 🙃

⤷ username11 i wouldn’t be too sure about that y/n

username71 tryna ride my scooter w my man like this

⤷ username82 tryna ride my man like this

liked by yourusername

⤷ username6 omg y/n stand up

liked by username72, username10, and 45,093 others

f1updates pierre gasly and girlfriend y/n y/l/n share a tense silent departure from the circuit after the race. allegedly, the couple got into another one of their famed arguments in the middle of the alpine hospitality - bystanders say the couple were arguing about pierre’s controlling and possessive nature! is this the final end to this couple’s tumultuous ride.

username4 oh wow she looks so drained

username63 “some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world”

username7 bro i was in the paddock and you could hear them from outside the motorhome

username7 do we think they broke up?

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eeee what do we think?! pls let me know xx part 2 coming soon <3