#I’m in the middle of class right now- but I can’t miss out on Fix-It Fox’s Birthday!

[donelywell]

“Stoooop! You’re gonna make me get Chili on all the presents!”

“No can do, little dude! Shouldn’t have sat next to me!”

“I didn’t! You sat next to me!”

“Pfft- alright smarty pants, you should have eaten quicker then!”

[enchxanting]

our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 3

read part 2 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: angst, alcohol abuse, partying, slight physical altercation (v v minor)

a/n: bro this chapter is so long i literally can't help myself when it comes to angst. i promised ethan content last chapter and i will continue to deliver! also ik the formatting is weird on mobile but I cannot be bothered to fix it my b!!

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To say that the car ride is tense would be a gross understatement. It would be more apt to call it torture.

Chad hates listening to the radio when he drives, so we sit in silence. Tara lays claim to the passenger’s seat, so Anika, Mindy, and I cram into the back. It’s claustrophobic without a real middle seat, Mindy perched in the divide.

My breathing becomes shallower, but I can’t tell if it’s caused by the recycled air or the tension between Tara and me. This car ride is never going to end.

Until, miraculously, it does. Chad parks across the street from an unassuming two-story house. We pile out, and I can finally breathe again, reveling in the cool night air.

After I’ve calmed down, I chase after Tara. “Hey, Tar, wait. Can we talk?”

Her brow furrows slightly. “What, Y/N?”

“I don’t want there to be any, um, weird vibe between us tonight. I know earlier was tough, and Sam can be overbearing but she cares about you, and I…” I trail off. I can tell this isn’t working.

Tara avoids my gaze. “It’s fine, Y/N, seriously. Let’s just have fun, okay?”

I want to try again, but she turns on her heels and walks away, catching up to Chad. Nowhere else to go, I trail behind them, following their lead through a side door into the building.

There are people everywhere, way more than I was expecting for a community college party. They’re scattered throughout the first floor, arranged haphazardly in a mess of armchairs, mismatched sofas, and various surfaces that are now being used for beer pong. I look for a familiar face in the crowd, but I’ve already lost my friends.

Now alone, I decide it’s a better time than any to drink my feelings away. I reach into a nearby cooler, not caring what comes up. It’s terrible beer, but I don’t super care right now. All I want is to forget about the way Tara looked at me during her fight with Sam.

I find an empty corner and watch the crowd. Even though this is a small town, I don’t recognize many people. I see a few kids who could be in my class, people I might have forged an absence for, but no one I’ve had a real conversation with. I keep scanning the crowd until I realize who I’m really looking for: Ethan. Ethan-who-I-haven’t-actually-met-yet-Ethan. My face goes red, and I know I must look like an idiot standing in the corner and blushing to myself.

I’m distracted from my daydreams by Tara and Chad, who move into the unofficial dance floor. She’s feeling herself, clearly slightly tipsy already (I don’t know how, considering we’ve been here for all of 10 minutes). I drink some more of my beer as I watch them dance together. As she loses herself in the music, I notice how intently Chad is watching her, a shy smile creeping onto his face. I laugh quietly. How did I miss that?

Tara doesn’t seem to notice his obvious infatuation. She dances towards the cooler I pulled my beer from, finding one of her own. I watch in mixed horror and amazement as she downs half the can. I guess she wasn’t kidding about getting shitfaced, then.

I’m suddenly overcome by melancholy– not atypical when I’m kinda drunk. Tonight, though, after the mess with Tara and the long car ride, it feels shittier than usual. There are too many people here, my feet hurt from standing, and the music is too loud. I need to get the hell out of here. But Chad’s my ride, and he’s not leaving Tara anytime soon. With no other option, I head upstairs.

It takes me five tries to find a room that’s unlocked, but I eventually stumble my way into a small guest room, locking the door behind me. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

“Uh��� sorry. I can leave?”

My eyes snap open as quickly as they shut. You’ve got to be kidding me.

Reclining on the bed is none other than Ethan fucking Landry. I can’t decide whether to thank God or curse him.

“Oh, shit, no, it’s fine, sorry– you’re good,” I say. “I just, um, just needed a quiet place to hide for a little and this room was unlocked but if you’re here already it’s chill–”

“No, no, you’re good. I was doing the same thing.” He nervously runs a hand through his curls, and it’s so endearing that my heart skips a beat. “You can, um… you could stay? I don’t mind.” He scoots over, making room for me.

I know what I’d usually do here– make a polite excuse and hide in a bathroom– but between my desperation for reprieve and the liquid courage from earlier, I feel like trying something else.

So, I join him, kicking off my shoes and sitting against the backboard. “Thanks,” I say. “I really, really need a break.”

He chuckles a little. “Don’t mention it, really. I’m Ethan.”

“Oh, I know.” Holy shit. Why the fuck did I say that?

His eyes widen a little. “Wait, really? How?”

I search for an acceptable answer. “Um, my friend Mindy said that she had American History with you. Not a lot of new kids around here besides me, especially not right after spring break, so… I looked you up?”

He smirks slightly. “Huh, stalker much?” I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off. “It’s okay, I, um, ‘looked you up’ too. After lunch today. Just… curious, I guess.”

We both laugh a little at this. It’s exciting to know that he’s interested in me, too. I’ve never had any guys reciprocate that kind of thing.

“So, what did you hope to find?” he asks. “What do you want to know?”

I pause. “Everything, I guess. Why’d you come here, in the middle of the year?”

“Dad got transferred. He’s a cop, a detective, but they wanted to replace him in his department. They couldn’t fire him without a bunch of legal shit involved, so they transferred him here.”

“Good fucking luck,” I laugh. “This town doesn’t have the cleanest crime record.”

“Eh, I’m used to it,” he says. “We’ve moved around all my life… Dallas, Baton Rouge, Vegas, Sacramento… Woodsboro.”

“Jesus. Who’s we?”

“My sister and I. Quinn. She’s actually the reason I’m here– she’s taking some classes during her gap year. Trying to apply to bigger colleges. I would usually never come to this sort of thing, which is why I’m, uh, hiding upstairs.

“Me either,” I say. “My friends dragged me here. Tara picked out this outfit and everything. I feel so weird.”

His eyes drift over me. “I mean… I think you look really good?”

I meet his gaze. The tension between us is suddenly real– it’s almost suffocating. All I can think about is how much I want to kiss him, and I’ve almost made up my mind to do it when I hear a commotion from down the hall.

I pull away, concerned. There’s a second of something dark on his face before it’s replaced with his typical bashful demeanor. “What do you think that was?” he asks.

As much as I want to stay here with him, something tells me I need to see what’s wrong. “I don’t know, we should go look.”

I open the door to a disturbing sight. Some guy has a visibly intoxicated Tara by the arm. Chad, Anika, and Mindy are following him as he tries to take her into one of the rooms. My heart sinks and my palms go sweaty. I feel sick– I can’t let this happen. As he walks through the hall, I get in his way. “Hey, man, let her go. She’s done for the night.”

Tara drunkenly puts her arm on my shoulder. “No, no, Y/N, it’s okay. I’m good.”

The guy sneers at me. “Yeah, dude, we’re good.”

There is no way in hell I am letting this happen. “No, ‘dude,’ we’re not good. Let her go. Trust me. You don’t want this.” I motion to my friends behind us, who all look ready to get messy.

The guy falters, muttering something sounding suspiciously similar to “whatever, bitch,” and lets Tara go. I watch him walk away before turning back to Tara. “Oh my god, Tar, are you okay? I can’t believe that.”

I expect a hug, a thank-you, or maybe just a smile. The stinging of her hand against my cheek is shocking, to say the least.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” she says. “I can’t believe you did that, you fucking embarrassed me!”

I rub my cheek. “Are you kidding, Tara? That guy was a dick, he was going to take advantage of you!”

“So fucking what?” She’s yelling now. “If I want to hook up with an asshole, that’s my decision. Or, or, if I want to argue with my sister over some dumb party, I’ll do it, and I don’t need anyone’s opinion. Don’t pretend like you know shit about me or my life, because you don’t. You think you can show up here after what happened last year and act like you know any of us that lived it, but you don’t, Y/N. You fucking don’t! So leave me alone, and stay out of my fucking business.”

I’m frozen. I don’t know if I’m feeling more hurt, angry, embarrassed, or just plain sad. For her to say those things, to, in some way, confirm my biggest fears about Woodsboro… I don’t know. I don’t know what to say or do.

But Tara doesn’t wait for me to figure it out. She stumbles away, pushing past Chad, Mindy, and Anika. The twins rush after her, presumably worried about her ability to stand straight. Anika lingers for a second, giving me a pitying look and mouthing “I’m so sorry” before running off.

Though I understand their actions (Tara is drunker than I am, more unpredictable, and more likely to get hurt) their absence still stings. My eyes well with hot tears. Everything is out of control.

I turn around to compose myself and notice Ethan standing in the doorway. “Are you okay, Y/N?” he says.

Sweet, shy, Ethan. His big brown eyes are looking straight at mine for the first time that night– it makes me shiver.

All I want is to get out of this house. Leave. With him.

So I ask him, “Do you want to get out of here?”

[pinkcannibal]

okay, genuine curiosity- in the eat your young verse, how would marilyn react to a student trying to flirt with reader like… right in the middle of her class? like, marilyn can see it but she can’t visibly claim reader at the moment because of the teacher/student dynamic. so i’m just curious how you think she would deal with that situation

oh i loveee this

she'd definitely be so subtle and professional abt it, but trust marilyns seething in the inside and wishing she could maim slash murder right in that moment

and it's not like readers giving anything back to this other student, like a) it's a teenager trying to flirt with her and that makes reader v uncomfortable and b) she knows and can tell marilyns sooo irate abt it and irrationally angry she'd never dream of intiating anything back

condescending mean marilyn would JUMP out. like, in a quiet moment when that student is still trying to gain readers attention and touching her arm, marilyn would walk over, fix her glasses and lean her hand on that students desk, quietly leaning in and saying:

"move to the back, please. now. im getting tired of watching such pathetic attempts at courtship. save it for outside of my classroom. actually, save it. full stop. "

and its like, all her students are so so used to miss thornhill being kind and warm and sweet, so trust this student stutters and blushes and packs up their stuff so quickly at marilyns words and practically sprints to the other desk

and readers just. so instantly doe eyed at the display. squirms, hides behind her hair to try and seem normal but cannottttt act right when marilyn sends her this sly wink before moving back to the front of the class

reader twirls her necklace the whole rest of the lesson btw, tugs and twists until it hurts just so marilyn can see how much that effected her

also real to me marilyn gives that student detention for talking so much, but also bc she can, cause she's sooo vindictive and protective when it comes to her girl <33

[skzsauce01]

Congrats!

Synopsis: Blurbs about Stray Kids’ reaction to reader graduating!

Warning: none

Pairing: fem!reader x Stray Kids

Congrats to all the grads out there!

Bang Chan

Your mother’s demanding the hundredth photo when you spot him.

“Chan!” you exclaim, breaking from your family and jumping into his arms. “You came!”

“Of course I came,” he chuckles, trying to hold you and fix your cap at the same time. “How could I miss your graduation of all things?”

“But your work. How did they let you off?”

He rubs the back of his head, making you raise a brow inquisitive.

“They let me off with one condition,” he admits,

“What is it”

“I had to bring back a fiancee.”

“Wha—”

He kneels before you could finish. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

Lee Minho

While everyone around was busy finding their families after the ceremony, you pull out your phone.

“Hey!” you chirp at the face on the screen.

“Congratulations,” Minho greets. “I didn’t think you’d survive college.”

You scoff. “Why don’t you focus on surviving deployment instead.” You squint at the screen. “Speaking of which, are you in the middle of something? Why aren’t you in camp? I can see the sky behind you.”

“Uhhh… kind of? I guess you could call it a mission of some sort,” he smirks.

“Minho!” you scold. “Don’t call me if you’re about to be shot down!”

He laughs. “What are you imagining I’m doing? Anyway, I’m on a mission even more dangerous than that.”

Your eyes widen. “Lee Minho!”

“Aren’t you curious what it is?”

“You’d better tell me right now, or I’ll—”

You freeze when he suddenly flips his camera around and you see yourself on the screen.

You hear a voice behind you. “Mission: attend Y/N’s graduation.”

You turn around, and there he is, in his smart looking uniform, smiling at you.

Tears well up in your eyes, and you can’t help but punch him in the arm repeatedly. “You could have warned me!”

“I knew this would be more dangerous,” he chuckles to himself. He catches your fists and wraps them behind him.

You nestle yourself in his embrace. “I can’t believe you, you stupid!”

“Yes, yes. You’re the smart one, my littler graduate.” He smooths out your tassel. “I’m so proud of you.”

Seo Changbin

Ceremonies are more often than not boring, even if they are meant to celebrate you. For the millionth time that day, you question when the speaker is going to be done talking. The sun was beating down on you mercilessly, and your black, plasticy graduation gown was not doing you any favors.

Gradually, your head begins to roll to the side, and your eyelids grow heavy. You can’t fall asleep though; your whole family is watching!

You fight with yourself for what feels like an eternity—slowly dropping your head then snapping into consciousness over and over again. That is, until you feel a sharp kick to the back of your chair.

You whip around, wondering who had the audacity to kick you, and see Changbin holding something out at you. You take it and realize it is a piece of coffee candy. Instantly, your agitation melts into gratitude.

‘Thank you,’ you mouth to him, and he gives one of his cheeky smirks in reply.

Hwang Hyunjin

You slip away from all the graduation commotion the second you have the chance. When you realize you are finally free from taking yet another picture, you sigh a breath of relief and make your way to your favorite cafe for a much needed cup of coffee. It’s your favorite because 1) it’s close to your classes and 2) the americano does not taste like sewage water for once.

The bell rings as you open the door.

“Welcome to Yellow— Oh, hey, Y/N!”

“Hi, Hyunjin.” Oh yeah, and the barista is certified hawt stuff.

“Congrats.” He nods at your graduation regalia. “An americano?”

“Thanks, and yes please.”

“Coming right up,” he says with a smile that sends you to the moon.

While brewing your coffee, he turns to you. “So I guess I won’t be seeing you next semester?”

You shake your head. “I’m actually coming back for my masters.”

“Oh! Congratulations on that too!” He mixes the coffee with ice. “Still doing computer stuff?”

“Yep. You have good memory.” He remembers things about you!

“Only for certain things,” he mumbles, pouring your drink into a cup. “Your coffee.”

You thank him and reach for it, but he doesn’t let go. You look up to see what’s wrong and find him staring at you.

“So, um, I’ll see you after break?” he asks in a small voice.

“Yeah,” you promise. “I’ll see you again soon.”

Han Jisung

You’d always known your childhood best friend has a thing for you. Between all the side-glances and “accidentally” falling asleep on you, how could you not? Still, he blushes and denies it every time you bring up the topic, and you are growing impatient.

Today is one of those days that make you go, “Really?” Well, almost every day is one of those days, but since your college went back to being in person, they have been a little more sparse.

Today, though, Han Jisung has decided to drive six hours just to attend your graduation.

“You came!” you exclaim when you see him.

“Of course I did. You’re my best friend.”

You roll your eyes at his choice of terminology.

“So, uh,” he continues. “I didn’t get a chance to get a congratulatory gift, but is there anything you want?”

“Yeah. A kiss.”

Jisung sputters, “A-a kiss? From whom? Did you meet a guy in college? There’s no way he’s good enough for y—”

You silence him by throwing your stole over his head and pulling him to meet your lips. When you finally release him, he’s as red as a tomato.

“No, silly. From you.”

Lee Felix

You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. At long last, after thinking you were going to die a million times, you’ve finally done it. It’s finally over. Finished. The end…

….of this gosh darn graduation ceremony!

Whose idea was it to put three hundred kids in all black caps and gowns under the sun to roast? Haven’t you been bored to death enough already these last four years in lecture?

No matter now; you’ve survived. You throw your cap up and watch it fly. It looks so free unlike your thighs from the synthetic material of your gown due to the amount you’ve sweated.

You close your eyes for a second, basking in the moment, before bending down to pick up your fallen regalia. As you do so, another hand reaches out, and your fingers brush against each other.

You look up and see the cutest arrangement of freckles you’ve ever seen. Suddenly, the sun doesn’t seem so bright in comparison.

“I think this one’s mine,” says the ray of sunshine. He points to a little chick he’d drawn inside his cap.

“O-oh, sorry,” you stammer.

He smiles. “No worries.”

As he walks away, you think he took your breath with him.

Kim Seungmin

You turn off the tap and gingerly place the beaker onto the drying rack. That’s it. That’s the very last beaker you will ever wash in your undergraduate career. You step back with your hands on your hips and let out a sigh as you take in your lab one last time.

Your attention gets drawn to the door as it opens and your manager walks in.

“Hi, Y/N,” Seungmin greets. “Last day?”

You feel your heartstrings get tugged. “Yeah. Thank you for everything.”

“No, thank you.” Seungmin walks over and gives you a pat on the shoulder. “You taught me a lot too.”

“Well, I guess this is it,” you hum nostalgically.

“I guess so,” he nods. “I’ll miss you. We all will.”

“I’ll miss you too.” You bow to him and start heading for the door. As soon as your fingertips graze the handle, he calls you.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, sir.” You turn your head back and see him staring intently at you.

“I… I liked you. As a woman.”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. The two of you just gape at each other for a moment until he turns away first, ears red.

“Sorry. I just thought I’d tell you at least once. Sorry.”

You face him entirely now. “No, don’t be. Thank you for telling me… Could I still email you sometimes? If I need advice during my PhD?”

He blinks, surprised by your reaction. “Of course. I’ll look forward to it.”

You smile, “I’ll talk to you soon then.”

Yang Jeongin

“How… are you… walking… this fast… in heels?” pants your boyfriend behind you.

You turn around at the top of the hill, sunset illuminating your backdrop. “Look! Remember this place?”

Despite his fatigue, Jeongin smiles and hurries to wrap you in his arms. “Of course I do. This is where it all started.

You hum in satisfaction. “I can’t believe it’s been four years already.”

“And here’s to four hundred more.”

You laugh and fumble for something in your graduation gown. “I got you something.”

“Flowers?” he says, taking the small bouquet of plastic.

“Bidens,” you clarified. “They were all over this hill when you first asked me out, but they don’t grow this time of year, so I had to get artificial ones.”

“I love them,” he smiles. “Thank you.”

“I can’t imagine the next few years apart,” you sigh.

“Actually.” He also fumbles around his gown. “I have a present for you too.”

You peer over his arms as he unfolds a piece of paper. Immediately, you recognize the school crest adorning the top of it.

Your eyes widen. “You… you…”

“I got off the waitlist,” he finishes for you. “We’re going to the same school.”

You shriek and jump into his arms. “I’m so proud of you!”

He laughs and spins you around. “I told you we’ll be together for another four hundred years.”

“Let’s make it four thousand.”

“Deal.”

A/N: Hello! This is ad.gold, and this is actually going to be my last story on this blog. I started this when I started college, and now I’m graduating. It’s been quite a journey, and I’m grateful to all of you who read any of my works over the past four years. Thank you for everything! Go (golden) bears!

[mephinomaly]

[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 17

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Rei: In actuality, during the battle to exterminate the delinquents, not a single one of them showed face. Therefore, UNDEAD won the DreFes by default.

That is how it was supposed to go. In the dream, I was able to identify one of the delinquents that was not originally there.

That boy was our culprit. In our dream, it was only possible to exist if we were close to our bodies.

Therefore, in order for him to rewrite history, he would need to be at least nearby.

He must have sensed we were trying to go back in time to do something, so he grew anxious and came to check on us. At that point I discovered who exactly it was and belayed him.

And that is why I did not immediately go on stage, as I was in the audience searching for the culprit. It wasn’t that I was unmotivated, really really.

Koga: Even in the real timeline you didn’t get on stage.

Kaoru: Right~, it was a once-in-a-lifetime debut live, how could you miss it? That’s what you told me since I used to skip class and stuff a lot.

Adonis: I agree. I felt like that too. I was uneasy and scared, I almost hated Sakuma-senpai for not showing up.

Rei: Eh? What are you all blaming me for everything lately!?

A-anyhow, once I had identified the culprit's face, the rest was quite simple. Once I had returned to the real timeline, all I had to do was find him.

Once we had done as such, he lost control of HELLSING and the bots stopped functioning, leading us to where we are now.

Adonis: So the culprit has been disposed of, and the situation has been fixed…?

Koga: That’s great ‘n all, but what about now? What about this current situation?

We’re in the middle of a live!? The culprit’s bound t’be pissed off, since we stopped his plan— it’ll be bad if HELLSING is stopped now!

Fans from all over the country have travelled here to see us perform!

We can’t stop jus’ ‘cos somethin’ came up!

Rei: Kukuku. You are surprisingly sharp, however on the other hand, you can be surprisingly dim-witted and silly too.

Koga: Haa!?

Rei: Look at them.

Koga: You mean HELLSING?

Rei: Umu. Let us become HELLSING’s representatives. I’m not exactly sure what representing our representatives entails but—

The public is unaware of the existence of these fakes, so to them, HELLSING is simple an offshoot of UNDEAD.

Let’s look at it from the public’s point of view. The real Kaoru-kun, Koga, Adonis-kun and I– us four, make up HELLSING.

Koga: …Yeah but, that’s not possible? Ya know, ‘cos you two wimpy senpais insist on doin’ those variety shows?

Kaoru: Ohh, don’t be silly. Variety shows are a lot of work, you know? Whilst it doesn’t tie directly into what we do on stage, it definitely helps.

There’s already a difference in ability between us, the two main attractions of UNDEAD, and you guys. So I guess it just widens the gap between us?

Don’t hold us back, ‘kay? ♪

Koga: HaA!? Bring it on playboy! Unlike you who slacks off all the time, I practise so hard everyday it could kill me!

Watch out! I’ll have you beggin’ for mercy, screamin’ out like “noooo～I’ll never be able to beat Koga-sama and Adonis-sama!”

Rock’n’roll…!

♪～♪～♪

Rei: Kukuku. You’re rather good at lighting a fire beneath Koga, Kaoru-kun.

Kaoru: I was only copying you～？

Adonis: Fufu. I’m happy. We’re starting to look like ourselves again.

If we have each other, we’ll be okay no matter what happens.

I believe that. Believe me, you can entrust everything to me.

Let us put our body and soul into our song and dance. That is what I can do, and that is my joy and happiness.

I won’t let those vampires, I won’t let anyone take the place where I belong from me!

♪～♪～♪

Kaoru: Woah, it’s rare to see Adonis-kun get this hyped up ♪

Rei: He’s always been a quiet but passionate boy.

Well then. We can’t let our kohai out shine us, can we? Let’s do our best too.

Kaoru: Yupyup. Don’t hurt your back though, old man ♪

I’m also pretty pissed at the culprit, so it’ll be a good stress reliever to sing and dance the best I can.

I have to let him know it’s impossible to replace any of us.

So today, I’ll show him how serious I can be.

♪～♪～♪

Rei: (Kukuku. Bravo, bravo. I was worried how things would go but— in the end, everything ended rather amicably, as usual.)

(That world is nothing more. A happy, propitious ending.)

(Ah, it’s so bright…The stage always has been. The stage is filled with a radiance that could burn me alive.)

(I cannot laugh at the culprit. I too, once averted my gaze from this brightness and turned my back on the stage.)

(However, I have no intention to do that now.)

(I will bask in its brilliancy. Even if it turns me to ash, this is my long-cherished ambition.)

(So what now? Are you watching, you foolish, pathetic criminal?)

(Back then, there was a pitiful​ adolescent Sakuma Rei who had lost all hope for the world.)

(―Aren’t you jealous of me ♪)

♪～♪～♪

Tonight, we feast! Breath in HELLSING, and let us into your soul—Us, UNDEAD, will grow ever stronger!

We are UNDEAD!

No matter if an army a million men strong attacks us, even if we are consumed by hellfire, UNDEAD will be reborn from those flames again and again! We will be resurrected!

Until my last breath, nay, beyond that! We will burn brightly for eternity, even in the depths of hell! Join us, and allow this enjoyable feast to begin!

If that is what you desire, this radical, immoral, sweet night will never end!

♪～♪～♪

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Chapter 16

Epilogue 1

[armins-main-hoe]

Katsuki Bakugo X Diva!Reader Pt.2

Pt.1 here 

A bit more swearing in here. Yk I might just make this into a mini series until they kiss or something. 

“What?”

“You heard me.” 

You blinked at him, once then twice. Did he just ask you to do his hair? 

The second day at Best Jeanist’s Agency came to an end. The two of you were on your way home, once again waiting for the train. Though he did not ask you very politely, he asked you to fix his hair so it goes back to its usual spiky floof. Slowly, you felt a smirk grow on your lips. 

“I did not hear a please.” 

“You little-”

“No please, no help.” You told him, turning your face away so you look at the empty railway tracks in front of you. You heard him make his usual frustrated noises. However, you ignored him and stood your ground. After a minute you heard him mumble something. 

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Gonna have to speak up.”

“I said....please...”

“Huh?” You leaned in as if to help you hear him better.

“I SAID PLEASE.” He shouted into your ear. You brought a hand to cover up your abused ear and quickly moved away from him with a glare. 

“You really think shouting is going to help?”  

“You were being a bitch about it. The fuck did you think I was gonna do?” 

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your bag strap on your shoulder and flicking a few locks of hair back over your shoulder. 

“Well, since you asked oh so politely, I will help you fix your hair before you go home and have to go through the embarrassment of your mother seeing you all neat and tidy.” 

Before he could say something back, you made him bend his head down so your fingers could actually reach is hair. You started to weave your fingers in and out of his hair, however, today they seemed to be even more stubborn than yesterday. 

“Sit down over there, I can’t reach.” You told him.

“Don’t tell me what to do you vertically challenged br-”

“Say shit one more time and I’m not helping.” 

He mumbled something to himself before sitting down at an empty bench a few steps away. You followed him, placing your bag on the seat next to him where he placed his as well. You stood in front of him and got back to work. Though as you became more and more concentrated in your work, you unconsciously stepped forward to get a better look at the hair at the back of his head. 

Katsuki, however, did notice you stepping forward, he noticed how you’re now standing in-between his legs. He could already feel the blush creeping up his face. 

He can not exactly remember when he felt so comfortable around you, yeah you both knew each other since you were kids but he knows that at some point in-between growing up, you both became distant. He remembers back when you both would have no trouble at all with playing pretend with each other, him openly showing you his all might toys and he even remembers the few sleepovers you both had as kids. Though he would not admit to you, he does miss being friends with you. He missed watching horror movies together, he missed seeing your smile whenever you came around to play, he misses the bond you both used to have. 

His situation with Deku does not help, Deku was also once a friend of his before it all went down hill. The friends he had in middle school don’t talk or text him anymore and he believes that once his time in UA is over, the friends he has right now will not bother to be friends anymore either. To him, friends have always been temporary. Which is one of the reasons why he had become such a difficult person to befriend. If he is being honest, had you not been a familiar face since the age of 4, he would have casted you away with the other ‘extras’ in his class. 

However, you are a familiar face since the age of 4 and he doesn’t want you to become distant. It just he isn’t good with his feelings and can’t seem to be openly honest with himself without feeling embarrassed. So when he saw you that first day at UA, he hid his excitement very well. Finally he thought he could get you to become a friend again but it wasn’t so easy as he first thought it would be. 

Sure he saw you a couple of times through out middle school when your mothers would invite each other over for lunch or dinner but he never actually saw you. Each time your families would meet up, the two of you wouldn’t talk to each other and if you did, it was usually an argument. 

He saw you how you acted in a classroom environment, he saw how you are with your friends, he saw your abilities and how strong you are with your quirk. He saw how much he did not actually know about you until now. He saw how much you have changed. 

Yesterday was one of the first day, in what felt like ages, where he felt that bond he used to have with you come back. He saw you smile at him! 

He did not want to lose what took him so long to achieve so he let you do his hair again today. Besides, though his hair was being stubborn, your fingers were gentle and soft. You would mumble a small apology whenever you felt your fingers pulled his hair. He would just hum in return to tell you that its fine. 

You’re grateful that he is looking down right now because it only took a few minutes for you to realise just how close you are to him right now meaning that even you have a blush dusting your cheeks. You are also grateful that the train station is relatively quite at this time of the day meaning that apart from the two of you, there is only three other people waiting for the train which is due in 20 minutes since it got delayed. Even then, those three other people were on the other far end of the platform, which is probably why Katsuki is letting you do this here otherwise you doubt he would let you do this with a crowd of people around. 

“I’m done,” You say as you do a few final touches. He moves his head so he can look up at you and you look down at him, your hands slowly moving down from his hair to slightly graze his cheeks before falling down to your sides. “What?” You ask him, not that you intended to but your voice came out a bit softer than it usually does when you talk to him. 

He grumbles a “nothing” before looking away to the side. 

You step away from him and take the seat next to him. With nothing much to talk about you get your phone out and start scrolling through your social media. It wasn’t until there was 5 minutes left until the train was due that you heard him speak up. 

“What do I owe you then?” 

You look back at him, trying to figure out what he meant. It clicked after a few seconds that he was referring to what you told him yesterday that your ‘hair services aren’t free’. You let out a stifled laugh when you realised that he actually believed you. 

“What’s so funny huh?” He asked you, clearly annoyed at you. 

“Honestly Katsuki, I only was joking yesterday but since you insist I’ll think of what you owe me very carefully.” 

The rare, soft and quiet Katsuki who was here for a few minutes disappeared quicker than you could blink and instead came the very familiar hot headed Katsuki that basically everyone knew. You didn’t see that rare side of him again until the next day at the same time where he again made you fix his hair. 

Each day of the week, while waiting for the train home that always was delayed for whatever reason, you would undo Best Jeanist’s hard work and make his hair back to how he likes it. However, on the last day of the week, you did not come in. 

When Katsuki asked Jeanist why you weren’t there, he was told that you fell sick and couldn’t come in for the last day no matter how much you wanted too. So that day he was grumpier than usual and it did not go unnoticed by Jeanist.  

Jeanist was once again combing through his hair, he asked him if he has a hero name. Katsuki replied that he had one but it got rejected. Jeanist then later told him the meaning behind having a hero name and that when he finally thinks of a good hero name, he should come and tell him when he can. Jeanist then asked if you had thought of a hero name. Katsuki said you did and though he thought it was stupid, it didn’t get rejected. When Jeanist heard your hero name he praised you for actually coming up with a great hero name, he then later told Katsuki that he should take some notes.

As he waited for the train at the station at the end of the day, he realised that he actually missed having you around. He realised that the reason why he was grumpier than usual is because he didn’t have you with him. He couldn’t feel your fingers softly run through his hair today and he hates it. He hates how you had to be so damn weak that you let some germs get to you.

The next week back at school, you made it in. Though you did still look a little paler than normal, you seemed fine. Everyone was talking about their week long work experience to each other and you listened to them. Though when it was your turn to share, you told them that you enjoyed working with best Jeanist since you just ignored katsuki’s grumbles and shouts every now and then.

You were mid conversation when Katsuki walked in. Kirishima and Sero bursted out laughing and everyone turned around to see what was so funny. You could hear a few others hold back their laughs when they all saw Bakugo’s ‘new’ hairstyle. As he stomped over to the two ‘idiots’ he shouted how his hair became used to the hairstyle and could not get it back to how he liked it. You knew that he would eventually come to you and ask you for help so you decided to laugh with the others too. 

That was until his hair poofed back into its original shape after getting so angry. 

Well it was fun while it lasted. 

Final exams came and went without a hitch, you passed the exam easily, giving your ego a little boost when that gravity girl complimented you. Soon came the training camp. Now if you’re honest, you were never a fan of camping. So you were hoping that there really will be no camping at all with all the bugs and insects crawling around. 

However, as soon as you got off the coach, your teacher gave your whole class a little game to play. It took the whole day, even with all the students in your class working together, to reach the actual campsite. You really were so worn out that you began to think that maybe sleeping with bugs wouldn’t be too bad as long as they don’t touch you while you sleep. Of course that was just a thought, not that you would ever in a thousand years agree to sleeping with bugs around. 

Yet your thoughts about being here quickly changed when you saw the bath you were able to have. You made the girls hurry and quickly got into the warm water to wash away all the grim and dirt from earlier. You have to admit though, while spending time with the other girls, you realised that perhaps you could become friends with them too. 

Yeah, you were friends with Mina but she was friends with everybody so while she was your only friend, you were just one of the many for her. You do miss having friends so you tried to compliment some of the others every now and then or even just give them a nice smile when walking past them. It seemed to work since the other girls let you into their little group when washing themselves. 

While laughing with them and talking, you felt a very distant familiar feeling in your chest, it felt warm and it made you happy. You have friends now. You aren’t alone. 

Yet all that fluffy warm feeling went away as soon as you found out you had to cook dinner. You knew nothing about cooking. Sure, you could turn on the stove but then what would you do next? So, you stuck by Mina and helped her with whatever she would do. However, you soon got told to help cut vegetables.  You did not want to admit out loud that you never really had cut vegetables before, maybe once or twice a few years ago but thats it. 

As you began to cut them how you logically thought you had to, you heard someone ‘tsk’ over your shoulder. 

“You really can’t do shit can you?” 

Oh. It was him. Of course he had to come and judge you 

“You know, it seems to me Katsuki, that you are a pro at chopping vegetables. Lets see how good you are then hm?”  You challenged him, thinking he couldn’t be any better than you. I mean, would anyone think he, Katsuki Bakugo, would be able to actually cook anything? 

...

He is, in fact, a pro at chopping vegetables. 

“No need to show off.” You muttered as you tried to continue chopping your vegetables.  

“Hah, you just don’t want to admit that I’m better than you.” He grinned as he saw you continuing to struggle. You ignored him. He was only going to saw more things to tick you off anyway. Yet you couldn’t ignore the little snickers he would let out every time he would see your poorly cut lettuce, carrots and tomatoes. 

It was when you began cutting the onions that his little shitty laughs got to you. You were already embarrassed and cutting onions made your eyes go all watery, giving Katsuki something more to tease you about. You turned your head around and glared at him. 

“Close that mouth of yours, your breath fucking stin- AH-” You felt a sharp pain on your finger which made you quickly turn around and look to see what you did now. 

You cut lifted your finger up and saw that the tip of your finger was hanging off, only still somewhat attached because of your nail. 

“Fuck, that doesn’t look good-” You heard him say. 

“yeah, no SHIT GORDON RAMSAY”  

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Run Right Back - (Billy Hargrove x plus size reader) Walk Away -Part 2

Short description -  Reader has been dating Billy and he asks her to keep it a secret, his friends embarrass her at a party and they end up breaking up.

Pairing – Billy Hargrove x Plus Size Fem reader.

Warnings – Swearing, Angst (or at least I tried), bullying, fat shaming, name calling, gaslighting, toxic relationship – it’s just a mess. (SMUT)

Au Note – Sorry for the long wait guys, here is part two to Walk away, feedback would be great!

I do requests – My requests are open for all characters on Stranger Things and some Marvel characters.

Word count – uh, no idea to be honest?

Please enjoy and again, sorry if its terrible...

Part one

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“I’m sorry miss (y/n), we can’t switch lab partners in the middle of the year.” I feel my heart drop as I try to beg the science teacher with my eyes. He sighs, “Billy’s grade has gone up a lot since you’ve been his partner, I think it would be a bad idea to leave him now and have his grades fall again.” I sigh, knowing he’s right, remembering the night he crawled through my window when his dad beat him for getting a bad grade.

“Okay, it’s fine sir, I’ll just stick it through.” I mumble, walking up to my desk and taking a few things out, it’s a while before the class starts and I just like to be here early. I hear a few people walk in, its Steve, Nancy, Carol, Meghan and Billy.

As soon as we make eye contact I look down at my note book, pretending to write something. Carol and Meghan laugh about something, probably me, as they stop in front of my desk. “Hey (y/n), nice to see you in some dry clothes." I ignore them, “Leave her alone.”

His voice startles me and I look up, he looks like shit, its only been two days since I’ve seen him and he looks like shit.

Meghan scoffs, “Yeah, whatever, she’s not worth our time anyway.” They walk to their own desks and Billy pulls the chair out next to me, sitting down.

“Hey.” It was a simple hey, but why is my heart racing and palms starting to sweat. I look at him, he looks tired and hungover, not like his usual self. I study his face for a second and then I turn away.

His sigh is loud and the metal of the chair scraping against the floor as he pulls himself closer to me makes me cringe.

“Please, I can’t make it through this class without you talking to me.” I still ignore him until his hand lands on my thigh. I don’t mean to cause I scene when I jump up and grab my books, stuffing it into my bag, but it’s too much too soon.

Everyone’s heads turn to us as Billy stands up as well.

“What are you doing?” I make my way to the teacher, “Sir, I’m not feeling too great, I think I’m going to the nurse.” He looks up at me, sighs and nods, motioning with his hand that it’s okay for me to leave.

I leave the class just as the bell rings and getting away from him and his friends makes me feel better, until a hand grabs my wrists and pulls me into a supply closet, the size of the room is too small for two people to be in.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I hiss at him, finally looking up and into his eyes. I was wrong, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to hate his eyes.

“We need to talk.” His voice is firm but his hands are shaking as he reaches out of habit to fix my hair behind my ear.

“I don’t want to talk to you Billy-" he cuts me off, “Please, I need you to understand that I’m sorry, that this can’t be over between us.” His hands fall to the sides of my neck while his thumbs rub over my jawline.

“(Y/n) I’m sorry for being a dick, for allowing them to treat you like shit. I’m sorry about everything, fuck I’m so sorry.” He’s sighing, resting his forehead against mine and I feel my previous resolve slipping away. His breath fans over my face and I close my eyes.

“You treated me like shit as well, in front of them, to what? Impress them?” he shakes his head, “Baby, I’m sorry. I won’t ever treat you like that again, I won’t ever allow anyone to treat you like shit again.” His one hand goes into the back of my hair, tightening there and I start to melt.

“What about Meghan?”

“We never did anything, I promise you that.”

My eyes are still closed as he moves my head to tilt up towards him, I feel his eyes taking in my face, probably studying my reaction to what he just said.

I open my eyes and stare up at him. “Why didn’t you deny it as soon as I questioned you about it?” he frowns, “Because I was processing the question, and then when I wanted to say something you started yelling at me.”

I feel stupid as the tears well up in my eyes again, “I’m so fucking stupid, I should’ve answered you straight away instead of letting you assume the worst of me.” he leans in, “I’m a fucking idiot and I’m sorry.”

A tear escapes and he catches it with his thumb, “Please, talk to me.” He plants a kiss on the side of my mouth and I melt completely, he knows what he’s doing. I reach up and grab a handful of his hair, pulling him down so I can kiss him.

I pour everything into the kiss as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull his body closer to mine. His arms fall around my waist and he’s grabbing me back. I let his tongue enter my mouth and he’s groaning into the kiss when my hand moves back into his hair, fingers scraping over his skull.

His hands fall lower and then he grabs my ass, pushing me against his pelvis and I feel his semi pressing into my lower stomach. The friction causes him to groan and grind against me again.

The thought of having sex in the school supply closet crosses my mind and I pull away from him, needing to catch my breath. He seems fine as his hot mouth leaves kisses down my neck, sucking a certain spot where neck meets collarbone and I’m moaning again.

He groans, grinding against me again, seeking any sort of contact. His lips move up my neck again and stop by my ear. “You know I fucking love it when you make those noises.” His voice is laced with lust and sends shivers down my spine. His voice alone makes me moan again.

“Billy, stop, we can’t do this here.” I push his shoulders so his lips can stop attacking my neck. “I know, I’m sorry.” He kisses me once more and then pulls away.

I already miss his mouth against mine, “Want to get out of here?” I question, fixing a few curls that fell into his face.

His eyes light up when he smiles, “So we’re okay?” I sigh and his smile slowly falls. “I still feel like we have a lot to talk about, to figure out, but I still love you, and I still want you.” His smile is back. “I promise I won’t let anyone treat you badly ever again.” He leans in and kisses me again.

“This is your last chance, Billy Hargrove.” He pulls his face when I call him ons his name and I laugh, “I much more enjoyed it when you called me baby.” He grumbles and I laugh when he leans in and kisses me again.

“Let’s go.” I feel a rush of adrenaline course through me at the idea of skipping school, Billy moves to open the door and checks if the coast is clear. He nods and motiones for me to follow him just as someone steps out of our science class.

Steve stops and stares at us, eyes moving down to our hands. Out of instinct I move to let go of his hand but he just holds tigher. I turn and frown at him, not knowing what to do.

Steve steps forward, someone I feel like I like a lot, well the kids that are always at my uncles cabin seems to like him and that makes me think I can trust him.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” his confused eyes travel down to our hands and I nod. “She’s fine, Harrington.” Billy sounds irritated. “I was just checking, because last time she was with you your friends fucking attacked her.” Billy steps forward and I stop him.

“Thank you Steve, but I’m okay. I’m not feeling great so Billy is taking me home.” He looks back down at our hands and slowly nods, “Uh, okay. I could also take you home if you’re not comfortable driving with him.” Billy’s grip tightens and he pulls me a little closer. “I think I’m more than capable of taking my girlfriend home, Harrington.”

“Girlfriend?” Steve looks really confused now. “Yeah, it’s a long complicated story, don’t worry about me, maybe just cover for us when you go back in there?” I ask, pointing to the classroom door behind him. He looks at the door and then back at us, slowly nodding. “Okay, well if you’re sure, I’ll cover for you.”

I nod, smiling as I start to pull Billy away. “Thanks Steve!” he starts backing up, “Uh, sure thing.”

When I finally pull Billy away we make it outside, on our way to his car. He opens the door of the Camero and I get in, taking in the familiar smell of the interior. Billy plops in next to me and leans over, grabbing at my hair and kissing me again. “That felt good.” He smiles down at me, still holding onto my hair.

“What?” I question, kissing his lips again. “Calling you my girlfriend, even though it’s none of his business.” He kisses me once more and then starts the car, keeping his hand on my thigh as we pull out of the parking lot. I laugh, pulling out some of his cassets so I can put on some better music.

“I like Steve, I think he’s very nice.” Billy grumbles something and I look over at him, his grip tightens on the steering wheel. I lean over and place my hand on his muscular thigh and kiss his cheek. “Can’t be jealous over Harrington when I’m on my way home with you so you can fuck me until I can't walk.” The smirk that pulls at his lips is dirty and naughty as he grabs my thigh a bit harder and steps on the gas, speeding down the street.

“Dude, slow down. Imagine we get pulled over by Hopper.” His laugh is beautiful as he looks over at me and I can’t help the warm feeling in my chest.

I’m not an idiot, I know I shouldn’t have forgiven him so easily or given into him. But when he smiles at me like that, that smile that no one else knows except me I feel proud. I know it’s wrong how he’s treated me but I’m going to give him one last chance to show me he’s worth my time.

“What are you staring at?” He asks, still smiling, looking back at the road. “At you, and how beautiful you are.” I see the light blush cover his cheeks and I reach out, pinching it. “That’s cute, babe.” I laugh when he smacks at my hand, grabbing it and placing it on his lap. “Don’t do that, asshole.” He’s still smiling and the blush has moved down to his exposed chest.

The sight of it making me press my thighs together, excited for what’s about to happen.

“I saw that.” His smirk is back when he pat’s my thigh. Now it’s my turn to blush.

I lean back towards him, hand traveling up his thigh and I sigh, “I can’t help it, it’s just what you do to me.” I hear his breath hitch and catch in his throat when my hand lands on the bulge in his jeans. “Fuck, (Y/n), you’re going to make me crash.” He swallows hard when I press it slightly, loving the way I can feel it grow harder underneath my palm.

“Teasing is what you get when you call me an asshole, asshole.” I say, moving my hand back to his thigh, “If this is what I get I’m going to keep on calling you an asshole.” I cross my arms over my chest, “Shut up.” He laughs again, reaching over to pull my hand back towards him just as we pull up on my street.

I reach in my bag to get my keys out as we stop in front of my garage. We both get out and walk up the small steps to the front door, Billy’s hands grab at my waist and he pulls me up to him, face going into my hair and he breaths me in, sending shivers up my back.

“You smell so good, I can’t wait to taste you.” I laugh and push away from him, not waiting for him to close the door as I go up the stairs to my room. I laugh when I hear him yelling for me to wait up as I enter my room, his rough hands grab at me and turns me around, kissing me while slowly pushing me back towards my bed.

I feel it hit the back of my legs and he pushes me some more to let me sit down, he’s towering over me, curls falling into his face and he makes me lie down, he takes off his jacket and shoes and now he's climbing over me.

“I love you so much.” He mumbles, kissing along my jawline and down my neck, hand pulling my shirt down to expose the top of my breasts. A sudden feeling of insecurity washes over me when I remember the looks everyone gave me while I was sat in the middle of the floor, after Meghan pushed me down.

“Stop.” I mumble, softly pushing Billy away from my neck. His frown is deep. “What’s wrong?” I shake my head, scooting over to the edge of the bed, I sigh when my feet hit the carpet and I rest my head in my hands. “Baby, please, look at me.” I feel the tears burn my eyes and roll down my cheek as I pull up and look at him.

“I thought I could do it, I thought I could forget about the way you treated me and have sex with you and move on.” The look on his face reminds me of the way he looked this morning when he arrived at class. A picture of Meghan with her legs wrapped around Billy’s waist flashes and I cringe.

“And everytime I close my eyes I see you with her.” He scoots over to me. “I promise you, nothing happened.” I try my best to believe him, but the doubts are gnawing at my mind. “Why were her legs wrapped around you when I walked into the kitchen?” He looks away from me. “I guess she’s interested in me and I never really pushed her away from me when she tried to make a move.” the pain in my chest feels like my heart has been stabbed and I try to breathe in, but it won’t go away.

“I know that’s such a shit thing of me to do, a terrible thing, but I’m not interested in her. I love you.” He’s touching my shoulder, moving his hand up to wipe a tear off my cheek, I haven’t even realised I was crying.

“Its a fucked up thing we have here, Billy. I love you too, and I don’t know what to do or think or feel?” I sigh, standing up and moving away from him. I need to get his smell out of my mind, its clouding my judgement.

“This morning I woke up and my heart was broken, is still broken. I didnt even want to speak to you, nor see you. And then you pull me in a closet and kiss me and tell me how much you love me and I can’t resist you, even when you’re the one who broke my heart.” He moves.

“You broke my heart as well.” I stand there, gaping at him, trying to figure out where the fuck he got the nerve to say that to me.

“I broke your heart?”

He’s standing now.

“You knew what this was when we started, when we agreed that nobody should know, for our sake, to spare this love we have for each other so it doesn’t get tainted by other people’s judgement.”

I shake my head, “So it should just be me who gets judged by your asshole friends? Just me who should suffer everytime I accidentally stare at my own boyfriend for too long because just the night before his lips were covering my whole body in kisses. Promising me a false future of running away together, white picket fences and bullshit fairytales.” I was starting to yell.

“And what, Billy? We run away? What then? You make new asshole friends in a new town and still hide me away because you’re ashamed? You won’t change in a new city, because guess what? In that city I’ll still be the fat loser who’s in love with someone out of her league.���

“Don’t say that!” Billy yells. “So your friends can say what they want about me, but as soon as I say something about myself now you want to get mad? Please!” I yell back.

“I don’t want to hide you away! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, so no! You can’t speak about the love of my life like that!” he’s never yelled at me before, never been angry at me like this.

Our breathing is heavy as we’re staring at each other, so close I can feel the heat pouring out of his golden skin.

“You never said how I broke your heart.” I say softly.

“Because you left! You said you would never leave me and you fucking left me there! You left me and took my heart with you and just threw it out the fucking window! You’re not the only one who gets to hurt (y/n)!” tears were streaming down my face, making my neck wet and soaking into my shirt.

Angry tears fell down his face as well.

“You’re the only person I trust and love and you left. Guess my father was right, I’ll never get a good woman.”

I shake my head, “That’s not fair, Billy. You treated me badly. If you want to keep a good woman you need to be a good man first.”

The look in his eyes just tore the last part of my heart away.

He turned away from me and grabbed his jacket, sitting down on my bed to put his shoes back on his feet.

“I want to help you be a good man, so I can be a good woman, for you.” I say softly, moving towards him. My hand touched his cheek and I thought he would turn away from me, but he moved his face into my hand, grabbing it with his so he could turn and kiss the inside of my palm. His other hand grabbed my waist and he pulled me into him, hiding his face in my stomach like he’s done so many times before after an argument with his father.

My fingers move through his curls and then I move my arms around his neck. He scoots up the bed and pulls me with him so I can straddle his lap. His face moves into my neck, breath fanning over the skin.

“I want to be a good man for you, a good boyfriend so I can someday become a good husband, a good father.” He looks up at me with the saddest blue eyes and I lean in and kiss his forehead.

“I don’t want to end up like my father.”

“I don’t think you would ever end up like him.”

He cups my face and pulls me in, kissing me so softly. “I really am sorry for what happened and how badly I treated you. I will never do that again.” I close my eyes and press my forehead to his.

“I don’t think I would stay if you treated me like that again. I love you so much, but I also love myself.”

“I promise you I will never make you feel like that again.” He kisses me again, pulling me flush against his body. I weave my fingers into his hair and feel him relax when I kiss him back just as eagerly.

Before I know it we’re moving and I’m underneath him on the bed. His fingers move and undo my jeans, he makes eye contact, asking for permission and I nod my head. He looks down and pulls my jeans off slowly, taking his time, eyes taking me in. He moves up and grabs my shirt, lifting it off me.

I blush as he takes me in, almost completely naked in front of him. “Baby, you’re so beautiful, truly the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He moves between my legs, kissing my collarbone and moving down over my chest, stomach and stops above my panties.

We’ve had sex before, it’s usually fast and hard and we barely have time to take our clothes off before he’s pushing inside of me.

Today was different.

He stands up and removes his shirt, kicking his shoes off again and then his jeans and boxer as well. I take him in, in all his naked glory. His beautiful body. Tanned skin, perfect hair, perfect face.

How can someone like him truly want to be with me.

I move to cover my stomach but he stops me, kissing my hand and placing it next to my body.

On instinct I open my legs for him to slot in between. Slowly he pulls my panties down, exposing my heat to the cold air. He sat up, looking down at me. “You’re beautiful.” I try to smile back but my head hits my pillow as I gasp when he presses down on my clit, making slow circles around it. The sound it makes when two of his fingers slips into me makes us both moan out.

“Baby I want to play with you so badly, make you cum with my mouth and fingers but right now I want to be inside of you.” I nod, releasing the blanket which I grabbed onto to pull him closer. I feel him positioning himself and then he kisses me when he pushes in.

A soft moan escapes my mouth as I grab his hair and he groans, softly biting down on my lower lip before kissing me again.

“I want to stay like this.” He says, buried deep inside of me, and then he moves.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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Odyssey AU/Fanfiction I wrote for class 1/10

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Hi, I wrote what is basically fanfiction for class on, you guessed it, the Odyssey . I decided to share it with ya'll.

Essentially, I took the events of the Odyssey, shifted and removed some things, made it take place in modern times, then wrote a 29 pages with over 14000 words piece of fanfiction in a week.

Is it accurate? Lol, no. Is it fun? Yes.

Keep reading to see part 1 of 10:

It was only supposed to take a week

“Yeah, no.” He gave Menelaus a look, then went back to fixing Tele’s toy. 

“But come on! It’ll be a fun road trip! Come on Ody, I just wanna get Helen back.” Odysseus shot him another look and said

“I’m not going to come with you to track down your girlfriend and watch you beg her to come back. Even though it might be funny.” Penelope chuckled from her chair where she worked on her weaving. Menelaus rolled his eyes and said

“Everyone else is going! Eurylochus, Polites, all your friends!” Ody went to tell him no again, but Penelope looked up with that smile that made him fall in love with her and said

“Ody, just go. You’ll have fun.” He gave a mock pout and she laughed, saying

“You’re such a dork, go, I’ll see you in what, a week?” Menelaus shrugged and said

“Yeah, around that probably.” Ody went over to his amazing wife and kissed her forehead, saying

“But I’ll miss you and Tele so much!” She laughed and said

“We’ll miss you too, but you’ll be back soon. Just go! Oh, and say hi to Helen for me, been a while since we talked.” Ody gave her another kiss and said

“Alright, I’ll go pack and tell Tele bye.” Penelope nodded and went back to her weaving. Menelaus smiled and said “Penelope for the win! Go pack! You’re gonna be driving some of the guys by the way.” Ody rolled his eyes and said

“Of course I am. Where should I meet you guys?” Melenus paused, then said

“My place? In an hour?”

“Yeah, sure” Ody mumbled as he slipped into the hallway to his bedroom. 

Thirty minutes later, Ody was spinning Telemachus around, then hugging him and saying

“I’ll be back in a week, ok Tele?” Tele smiled and said

“Ok!” Ody turned to Penelope and gave her a hug and kiss, causing an ‘ew’ to erupt from their son as he ran off. The couple chuckled, then looked back at each other. Ody said

“I’ll be back in a week, sooner if I can, and I’ll call you if I’m delayed by anything.” She smiled and said

“Don’t worry too much. You’ll have fun. Me and Tele will be just fine. I love you.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and let go. Ody smiled, and look a breath before starting

“I love you too, my lovely and wise Penelope, my stars and my moon, my sun and my sky, my-” She laughed and jokingly pushed him out the door, Chuckling,

“Oh my gods, just go!” Ody smiled and walked to the truck, calling

“Bye! Love you! See you in a week!” She blew him a kiss as he climbed in and he pretended to catch it and hug it to his chest, causing another wave of laughter from his wife as he closed the car door and went to drive, when a voice said

“Hi” He jumped and looked over, then sighed with a smile as his best friend since he was like, twelve, said

“Heard you’re going on a road trip.” He smiled and said

“Yeah, I got dragged into it. And my wife’s pushing me to have fun with my friends. Dang it.” The pair laughed, then Ody asked

“Are you coming, Athena?” Athena shook her head and said

“No, I can’t really. I’ve got family drama I’ve gotta deal with. So I’ll be off the radar for a while.” He sighed and asked

“Again?” She nodded and said

“Yeah, yeah. It’s a whole family feud thing going on right now.” 

“Your family’s insane.”

“Yeah. I know.” She sighed, then opened the passenger door and said

“Anyways, figured I’d say hi. Have a good journey.”

“I already miss Penelope.” Athena laughed and closed the door before walking off. Ody took a breath, threw his bag in the back, and set off. 

The trip there was a week in itself, through a bunch of random hodunk towns, through multiple middle of nowheres, way too many turns, and too many stops. By the time they got there, Ody was grumpy and complaining to his wife in their evening facetimes. She said it was fine, but it was not fine, he wanted to be home. His friends disagreed. Eury needed a ride home, and Ody’s sister Ctimene would kill him if he left him. 

It also didn't help that Ody threatened to just leave and his tires were slashed by some “mysterious criminal”, but Melenus, the likely criminal, said he'd get Ody new tires before they headed home. Of course, the situation with Helen was taking forever, since the guy she was staying with would chase them off whenever they stepped onto the property, and it was annoying. After being annoyed continuingly, they listened to him, and he called Helen himself, gave the phone to Menelaus and made them talk, followed by Menelaus making a fool of himself until she forgave him for whatever happened and they could all go home. This whole bit took two weeks somehow. Penelope, the great, kind, patient, and wonderful goddess that she was, sat through Ody’s complaining. 

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28/12/22: JORDAN, YOU MADE ME CRYYYYYY WITH THIS ONE!!! GOD!!! i read it on christmas but have only been able to highlight my favorite parts now, it’s so long i basically just copy and paste the whole thing i’m SORRY but every line you write is BEAUTIFUL and i can’t help myself. it was such an angsty and cozy read for the end of my christmas night. just very perfect in every sense. smart alecks emotions are so real and palpable, you really take us there with her!!! and sweet bradley, no words for him. he deserves all the happiness in the world and i hope the navy never takes him away again during christmas. joe biden you will pay for your crimes.

“and the food that you and Bradley - but mainly Bradley - had spent all morning and last night preparing was laid out on festive serving dishes, complete with seasonally appropriate plates and napkins, perfectly folded in their napkin rings.” AH YES BRADLEY COOKING. MY FAVORITE LITERARY GENRE.

“and you’d somehow wrangled a recipe for the cookies Bradley’s mom used to make from Sarah Kazansky and hadn't even burnt them.” this little detail made me 🥹

"Because they weren’t going to be spending the holiday on a drafty aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific far from home like Bradley was.” oh 😭 way to break my heart.

“You absentmindedly fixed the bow on your wrap dress. Your long sleeved, silk wrap dress - that also did plenty to hide any unwanted lines or bumps around your stomach. And your arms.” smart aleck beloved :(

"You hadn’t been this self conscious at the gala back in October" THIS GALA KEEPS HAUNTING ME I CAN’T WAIT TO READ IT!!!

and then she starts spiraling again question if bradley loves her or not :(

“Bradley loved you, Bradley proved how much he loved you every single day, Bradley catered to your every whim about this party with the biggest smile on his face.”

“Bradley loved you, Bradley loved you. He loved you. He - was wrapping his arms around your waist.” i love the way you make him ground her to reality again by wrapping his arms around her.

“Maybe you could buy him some new clothes while he was gone? By now, you knew what he liked and didn’t like - right down to the colors and fabric types. He needed some new undershirts - and socks. You nuzzled your face into his chest. He felt so warm and soft and smelled so good. You had to buy a travel sized bottle of his cologne before he left.” the intimacy of knowing each other so well that you can buy each other clothes. ALSO THE TRACEL SIZED BOTTLE OF HIS COLOGNE STOP ITS SICKENING SWEET

“Well,” Bradley started, “to be fair, you did do like all the work for this party, think it’s valid to be a little tired, sweetheart.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

“A good tired, huh?” His thumbs were making the most soothing circles on your hips.

“Like a heart full tired? A changing for dinner after a spending a day at the beach tired - no, wait. A post gala eating french fries in bed and watching Moonstruck tired?” An after you fucked me so hard I could barely remember my own name tired.” THE WAY YOU THROW IN LINES LIKE THIS SO SEAMLESSLY I CAN’T YOU’RE TOO GOOD AT THIS

“He wouldn’t be with you again until March.” STOP I’M GOING TO CRY

“Three months was a long time. Six pay cycles, at least twelve trips to the grocery, four off-sites, the entirety of Q1, five nail appointments, twenty four pilates classes, and if he knocked you up that very night, it could be the entirety of a first trimester of pregnancy. Not that you wanted to be pregnant - at least not for a while. Like quite a while. It was just a way to compare time. You didn’t want to be pregnant.” a perfect paragraph!!! it reveals so much about how anxious she feels about him being deployed. AND THE PREGNANT PART AT THE END I SEE YOU JORDAN

“And then he’d come home to you. To you and your life together.” 🥺🫶

“I’m gonna miss you, too.  Never really had someone to miss before on one of these - not like this.” I AM GOING TO K/LL MYSELF!!!!!! FAVORITE LINE!!!!!!

“Sorry…” You felt warm all over at getting caught. Normally, you and Bradley weren’t big on PDA, but you’d been needy lately - both of you had been.” BELOVEDS!!!

“Since moving back to California, Bradley had taken up surfing again and relished his weekend mornings out in the chilly Pacific.” i also adore this common agreement that bradley absolutely does surf. i saw a fanart of this months ago and i’ve never been the same.

“Who knows, maybe you would have been at Bradley and Max’s holiday party if you hadn’t met him in April.” pls i adore this

“You couldn’t imagine how long it took him to learn this if he was already off book. Did you mention his fingers? His hands? God, they were beautiful. Strong and long and corded - was that the right word? You recalled it from those regency romance novels you had hidden on your Kindle. God, you loved him so much. So fucking much. You’d never loved a person this much before - oh, you were going to miss him so much.” MY HEARTTTT

“Thanks, I just wanted to do something nice for Bradley.”

“Pretty sure you could’ve gotten a pizza and he would’ve been happy.” YEAH ❤️‍🩹

“Pete cut you off with a look. “Come on, by now you know it’s your house as much as Bradley’s…” i’m reading this a second time and oh the foreshadowing i love it

“You had never felt this way before Bradley, like another person was home.

And you wanted to be home all the time.” AND YOU WANTED TO BE HOME ALL THE TIME!!!!!!! GOD!!!!!! OK MAYBE THIS IS MY FAVORITE LINE!!!!!

“Back when you had first met him, you had imagined that gaining Pete’s approval was how you would have felt had Bradley’s parents been alive to give it to you. You thought about them often - more often than you’d ever let Bradley think - and especially as of late. Would they have liked you? Would they have gotten along with your parents? From what you’d been told, they would have made amazing grandparents. Maybe Bradley would even have had more siblings? Maybe, maybe, maybe.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Max held up two fingers. “I’ll be on my best behavior, Scout’s honor.”

“It’s three fingers, dumbass.” this was hilarious. comedy gold.

“You got it, rocketman.” THIS NICKNAME IS SO CUTE FOR HIM AND THERE’S THE WHOLE ELTON JOHN THING I AM UNWELL

“I really can’t stay…baby, it’s cold outside…I’ve got to go ‘way…baby, it’s cold outside…”

Oh god.” OH GOD INDEED. JUST SO VERY PERFECT.

“But it was just about the perfect duet, in that it was a crowd pleaser, a little slutty, and campy as hell. And as it so happened, you had been feeling a little slutty with all the champagne you had drunk throughout the evening. Plus, with Bradley on the keys and no one else sober enough to make fun of your less than stellar singing skills, you had been a glutton for attention. You had used your champagne coupe as a microphone and had only spilled a couple drops - at first.” WE ARE ALL ALLOWED TO BE A LITTLE SLUTTY SOMETIMES AND IT’S OKAY

“Come on, Bradshaw. How’s she been this year? Naughty or nice?” 😮‍💨

“Somehow, the two of you wound up laying on the floor at the edge of the Christmas tree. The soft lights made Bradley’s brown eyes appear like pools of chocolate and you flushed. He groaned as you rolled your hips against his lap, already feeling the bulge forming in his jeans. Shit - were you going to fuck underneath the Christmas tree? Like properly fuck on the floor underneath the Christmas tree.” GOOD FOR THEM!!!

"You slid your finger underneath the flap of the box and popped the lid open. But then there was the tissue paper. Goddamnit, Bradley! Why was he so good at wrapping presents! You glanced up at him only to see that he was blushing. Properly blushing. Like pink neck, pink cheeks - hell, even the tips of his ears were pink - blushing." THE WAY YOU DESCRIBE WHEN HE BLUSHES!!!! THE PINK EARS ❤️❤️‍🩹🥹😭🫶🥲

"He surged forward to kiss you and you temporarily forgot all your previous worries because Bradley wanted to move in with you. He wanted to share furniture and go grocery shopping for food that would go in the same fridge. He wanted to wake up beside you every single morning and come home to you every single evening and go to sleep beside you every single night. He wanted everything. And that’s what you wanted to give him." HE WANTED EVERYTHINGGGGGGG

“You kissed his cheek. “I’m excited and I’m gonna make you the best dinner you’ve ever had when you come home to me, alright?” WHEN YOU COME HOME TO ME!!!!!!!!

“Bradley was one of those people that opened presents like they were going to save the wrapping paper, which meant he did it slowly and purposefully. This normally didn’t bother you, but you were already a little on edge from earlier and had to sit on your hands to stop you from ripping the paper off yourself.” ok i adore and live for little details like this, a glimpse into his personality that we don’t get unless you write it and it fits him so well!!! just perfect, jordan!!!

“Harkening back to your first date, you had gotten him a Saturn V Rocket ornament to add to the tree, giving your rocketman something to aspire to.” we are NOT giving up on the bradley astronaut agenda anytime soon and i love that

“But when Bradley took your hand and threaded your fingers together and started drawing circles across your palm, the tears came. And came and came and didn’t stop. You rubbed at your eyes with your free hand and repositioned yourself to lay beside him.” stop this actually made me cry, i was sobbing during christmas night because of her breakdown

“Your ridiculously handsome, thirty-six year old, naval aviator boyfriend was giggling on the floor of your house because your were tickling his sides. If only you could show this version of Bradley to the Navy - maybe then they wouldn’t take him away from you at Christmas. Stupid US Military Industrial Complex. Fucking Lockheed Martin.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THIS ONE BROKE MEEEEEE

“Also, are you still upset that I got you two presents? Because if you are, can I just make you come once tonight? Level the field.” STOP

“He pulled back slightly. “What happened to fucking on the living room floor?” he teased.

“Don’t want to fuck up your old man back anymore - Bradley!” you cried out as he smacked your ass.” they are everything to me!!!

“Bradley groaned. “Such a needy fucking thing, bucking against my fingers like that, huh?” You whined. “But I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow, yeah. Make sure you savor it.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

“No, you didn’t think so either. But you didn’t want to prolong this. You needed to be close to him and to know he was real and good and yours. At least for tonight.” REAL AND GOOD AND YOURS!!!!

“Home. Home. Home. Bradley wouldn’t just be coming back to San Diego in three months: he would be coming home - to you. And to this great, big, beautiful house he wanted to share with you. And to the life he wanted to share with you." SO MANY FAVORITE LINES I MEAN HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PICK JUST ONE?

“I’m gonna miss you so much, bubs.” You cupped his cheek tenderly, like he would disappear at any moment. A nagging little voice at the back of your mind said that he would, in fact, do just that - on Monday morning. But that night he was yours.” PLS AS IF I HAVEN’T CRIED ENOUGH-

“Your home was in San Diego with your friends and your job. Your home was with your boyfriend, snuggled up on the couch watching TV, perusing the aisles of the farmer’s market, watching him surf, and cooking dinner together. Your home was with Bradley.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

not the it’s a wonderful life comparisons are you trying to kill us????

“He just made you lighter and made things lighter. He fit.” HE FITTTTTTTTTTTT I CAN NO LONGER DO THIS-

AND THEY EMAIL EACH OTHER????? JORDANNNNNNNNNNN

this was perfect. as always. no words. thank you for this beautiful christmas gift ❤️🥲

(christmas) baby please come home

summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw and his girlfriend throw a christmas party, complete with a christmas tree, copious amounts of champagne, blended friend groups, and the true meaning of the word home

OR what do you do when your boyfriend gets deployed over christmas and he get you two christmas presents?

pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 11.8k

warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content

part of @notroosterbradshaw ‘s hello december challenge

masterlist and playlist

It was obvious that you knew how to throw a party. 

Furthermore, it was obvious that none of your and Bradley’s friends - baring Max, but only because he had professional help - would ever be able to pull off a party of the same caliber as your Christmas party. 

Subconsciously, you wanted your friends to be jealous of you and impressed with how well you and Bradley had pulled things off. It was, admittedly, such a vain and shallow thought - no, desire to want to be the best at this. At throwing parties.

The Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack was currently echoing throughout the downstairs on the Sonos, the twinkling jazz giving off a whimsical, yet sophisticated vibe, the Christmas tree looked stunning in the living room where it was covered in nearly three thousand white lights and countless ornaments, and the food that you and Bradley - but mainly Bradley - had spent all morning and last night preparing was laid out on festive serving dishes, complete with seasonally appropriate plates and napkins, perfectly folded in their napkin rings. 

You had scoured San Diego county for the most gorgeous garland possible to serve as the centerpiece on the dining room table, the berries and pine cones in it perfectly matching the plates and napkins and serving dishes. You had vacuumed the hardwood floor twice and washed it once before everyone came over and knew you would do so again once everyone left, if only so you could casually say it’s fine, you can keep your shoes on, we’re washing the floor tomorrow anyway. The candles weren’t overpowering, there was soft lighting all throughout the house, and you’d somehow wrangled a recipe for the cookies Bradley’s mom used to make from Sarah Kazansky and hadn't even burnt them.  

Because you wanted people to talk about it - the party. And to say did you see their bathroom? It was so clean, there weren’t any water spots on the faucet. The beef tenderloin appetizers were delicious, they had to have gotten the meat someplace special? No, definitely not Vons, maybe some local butcher in La Jolla? Aren’t they such a sweet couple? Such a good pair.

Because it had to be perfect. 

All of it.

Because this was Bradley’s Christmas. His only Christmas that year. Nothing could go amiss. And you wanted everyone to be jealous of it, so much so that tonight would be equal to if not better than how they celebrated the actual holiday with their own families - in their own homes - on Christmas Day. 

Because they weren’t going to be spending the holiday on a drafty aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific far from home like Bradley was. 

And Bradley deserved the entire world and all the happiness he could possibly have. The way his face had lit up when you’d first suggested the party after he’d gotten his orders at the beginning of November would stick with you for months. You’d told him that everything would be perfect, that you would pack enough Christmas spirit and love and gifts and food into one evening that it would take the sting out of being away from home - being away from you - at Christmas. Even if for just one night.

The guests had all arrived, some promptly and some not-so-promptly, with you and Bradley greeting them all, telling them to help themselves to all the food and drinks they wanted. Apparently, Max had a surprise for later that you prayed was not him putting on a Santa suit. But the conversation and drinks were flowing with ease, despite the blending of your two friend groups for the first time. 

It was a good party. 

Except right now, it was your turn to be the jealous one.

You watched, enviously, as one of your work friends leaned against the kitchen island with a glass of prosecco in her hand, while the other gripped Jake Seresin’s bicep. The jealousy wasn’t because of Jake or any attention he may have been giving her, mind you. 

(Because no, no - while you may no longer have had an intense hatred for Bradley’s nemesis cum friend, you still didn’t actively seek out his presence and you definitely didn’t want his attention - not for anything other than a great party as he left your - no, Bradley’s house later that night.)

No - you were jealous of her dress. Her gorgeous, deep garnet, midi-length, sleeveless dress. That looked absolutely stunning on her, though a touch too fancy for a Christmas party in South Park. She looked gorgeous, beautiful - statuesque. 

You absentmindedly fixed the bow on your wrap dress. Your long sleeved, silk wrap dress - that also did plenty to hide any unwanted lines or bumps around your stomach. And your arms. 

Weeks ago, back when the party was but a pipe dream, you’d been eyeing this absolutely adorable, sleeveless, mini-dress for the event. Like your friend’s dress, it probably erred on the side of slightly too fancy for a house party, but it had been so pretty and so perfect. It had sat in your cart online for at least two weeks - you just wanted to see if it would go on sale before you finally pulled the trigger. 

Until Thanksgiving. 

When you saw how unflattering your arms looked in the black cashmere tank you’d brought for dinner to your parents’ house. You thanked your past self for having the forethought to pack a cardigan, which didn’t come off until hours later after all your aunts and uncles and cousins had left and you were snuggled up in Bradley’s arms. 

Maybe you should try the HIIT classes on your Peloton instead of all those beginner rides you were still doing with Cody? Or get arm weights? The girls who worked out in the front two rows of your pilates class swore by them. They barely needed any input from the instructor - they just knew how to move their bodies that way. Or maybe you could ask your parents for a higher Class Pass subscription for Christmas? It would give you something to focus on while Bradley was gone. 

You hadn’t been this self conscious at the gala back in October and that dress was far more daring than anything you’d ever worn before; practically open back, with a risqué slit and a deep v neckline, to say nothing of what you had worn just for Bradley later that night. 

So, why now? Why tonight when you were supposed to be enjoying this time with your boyfriend and all your friends before the holidays? Why tonight, when everything else was going so right, were you being bogged down by this insecurity in your own home - no, no, it was Bradley’s home, not yours.

Was it because he was leaving? And you didn’t want one of his last images of you for three months to be your arms in a too tight dress? Because that was so shallow and silly and ridiculous. 

But what if it was true? Bradley was so pretty and handsome and charming and sweet, what if there was someone else on that boat that also thought he was pretty and handsome and charming and sweet? And you’d seen all the other aviators and naval personnel at that gala, they were stunning. What if Bradley thought that too - no, no, no. You weren’t going to focus on that for one of your last nights with him. 

Bradley loved you, Bradley proved how much he loved you every single day, Bradley catered to your every whim about this party with the biggest smile on his face. 

Bradley loved you. 

You were just being ridiculous and shallow and over dramatic and spiraling before he left. Bradley loved you, Bradley loved you. He loved you. He - was wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“How’s it going?” His voice rumbled in your ear and you leaned back against him. 

God, he was so strong and soft and warm and smelled so pretty all the time. You were going to miss him so much. You felt him fiddle with the bow tying your burgundy dress together and ducked your head. 

“Good, just came to get a drink.” Which you had been doing - about three minutes ago. “And wanted to make sure everyone in here was all set.”

Bradley hummed and swayed you back and forth in his arms. “Look at you, hostess with the mostess - or however that goes. You want me to make you another drink?”

You nodded. “Please.”

You both had decided to set up the bar in the kitchen, while keeping the food in the dining room and the dessert in the sitting room for later. Hours ago, before you had even hopped in the shower, the bar had been painstakingly set up and organized. Now, it needed some work. You cursed yourself for not checking on it earlier in the evening - you couldn’t believe your guests had been serving themselves from this all night. 

The glasses were no longer in neat rows, organized by type, the bowl with the limes was running dangerously low, and the caps to the liquor bottles and the champagne corks were scattered across the table. Without a second thought, you started organizing everything before Bradley could even get you a fresh glass. 

You could tell he wanted to say something, but - at least for that moment - he just rubbed your back and then poured you another glass of champagne, making sure to put the bottle back properly. Meanwhile, you scooped up the stray corks and foil and other bottle caps and threw them in the garbage underneath the sink. You had enough time, maybe you could pop those dirty wine glasses in the empty dishwasher? Wait - there was a puddle of condensation underneath an open bottle of champagne. You frowned. Clearly, someone hadn’t put it back in the bucket. Who would do that? Didn’t they know to put it back exactly where -  

“- You good?” 

Bradley’s voice was so soft and reassuring and you couldn’t believe you’d soon be going without hearing it for months. Unable to wait another second, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, which he eagerly returned and you nuzzled his chest. Bradley’s shirt for the party was an exceptionally soft flannel in a solid navy color that you’d found on sale. He hated buying himself clothes, even more so spending a lot of money on them, but he always liked whatever you picked out for him. 

Maybe you could buy him some new clothes while he was gone? By now, you knew what he liked and didn’t like - right down to the colors and fabric types. He needed some new undershirts - and socks. You nuzzled your face into his chest. He felt so warm and soft and smelled so good. You had to buy a travel sized bottle of his cologne before he left. 

“You sure you’re okay, kid?” he asked again. 

“Just a little overwhelmed - and kinda tired.” You pulled your head back to look at him, but the two of you still kept your arms around the other. 

“Well,” Bradley started, “to be fair, you did do like all the work for this party, think it’s valid to be a little tired, sweetheart.”

“What? No?” You were offended on his behalf. “Bubs, you made all the food and -”

“- Yeah, but you helped with the food and did all the work getting the house ready.”

You cocked your head, considering this. “I mean, I did. Didn’t I?” Bradley chuckled. “Okay, fine - I’m tired. But it’s a good tired, I think?”

“A good tired, huh?” His thumbs were making the most soothing circles on your hips.

“Like a heart full tired? A changing for dinner after a spending a day at the beach tired - no, wait. A post gala eating french fries in bed and watching Moonstruck tired?” An after you fucked me so hard I could barely remember my own name tired. 

“You should’ve just led with that last one.” He kissed your temple and ran his hands up and down the silk fabric covering your arms. “Would’ve known exactly what you were talking about then.”

You lightly shoved his chest and then pulled him back in for a hug. “I’m also gonna miss you a lot…”

That was the crux of it. You were going to miss him so much you thought your heart was going to burst. And enjoying all the Christmas festivities tonight - on the second Saturday in December - made it all the more apparent that Bradley wasn’t going to be with you over the holidays. He wouldn’t be with you again until March. 

You two had gotten through plenty of training missions, short diplomatic visits, and off-sites - on your end - over the last eight months. But this was Bradley’s first, real deployment. 

God, if only Emily Simpson could see you now. You and Bradley had both been so cocky, so confident back in October at the gala about how effortlessly you handled the time spent apart. But you hadn’t been staring down a three month long deployment back then. 

Three months was a long time. Six pay cycles, at least twelve trips to the grocery, four off-sites, the entirety of Q1, five nail appointments, twenty four pilates classes, and if he knocked you up that very night, it could be the entirety of a first trimester of pregnancy. Not that you wanted to be pregnant - at least not for a while. Like quite a while. It was just a way to compare time. You didn’t want to be pregnant. 

Three months, three months, three months. 

And then he’d come home to you. To you and your life together.

That’s why the party had to be perfect. Because it would remind Bradley of home and all he had to look forward to when he came back in three months. 

“I’m gonna miss you, too.  Never really had someone to miss before on one of these - not like this.” 

And then he kissed you - quick, little butterfly kisses that soon turned bolder and more daring, especially considering there were five or so other people milling about the kitchen. Bradley’s tongue licked your bottom lip, eventually coaxing your mouth open. He tasted like the old fashioned you saw him drinking earlier. You slid your arms up his chest to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and fiddled with the ends of his soft hair. 

The sounds of the party disappeared around you - you could no longer hear Frank Sinatra singing Jingle Bells, Jake and Georgie talking in the corner, or Javy getting drinks for him and his girlfriend to your right.

All you could focus on was Bradley. And how warm and soft and strong he felt in your arms and how -

“- Fuck’s sake, Bradshaw. Do you want us to leave or…”

You turned around to face Jake and Georgie, the latter of whom looked beyond embarrassed, and leaned back against Bradley’s chest. Shit - you’d forgotten you had an audience, especially Jake and Javy.

“Sorry…” You felt warm all over at getting caught. Normally, you and Bradley weren’t big on PDA, but you’d been needy lately - both of you had been. 

Further down to your right, Javy just chuckled. “Give ‘em a break. You’d be the same if you could hold someone down long enough.” Bradley laughed, while Jake turned beat red.

While him and Javy started chirping at each other, Bradley took your hand and led you out of the kitchen, past all the guests congregating in the dining room and over towards the sitting room. 

“Here, I know what’ll cheer you up.”

There were only a couple people in this part of the house - Caroline and Max, Bob and Callie, and Natasha and Rory, the latter of whom had gone with her to the gala back in October. They were a relatively quiet crowd and looked to be captivated by a story Max was telling. But then again, people were always captivated by Max. 

“…so I say to Garoppolo, ‘you really wanna get the shit beaten out of you for the second time this week?’ Because a guy who folds in front of the fucking Broncos’ defensive line is not one I think can handle being humiliated like this on - aww, if it isn’t Bradley-Boy and our lovely hostess. Come here and give me a kiss, sweetheart.” You chuckled and started over towards Max. “No, not you, darling. I meant Bradley-Boy.” 

With giggles and jeers, everyone turned towards Bradley, who was definitely blushing. But ever the dutiful host, he trudged over towards Max and planted a sloppy kiss on his forehead. 

You had met Max over a year ago via your best friend from college, Caroline. Bradley, on the other hand, had met Max in late March at Mission Beach, right before the two of you had started going out. 

Since moving back to California, Bradley had taken up surfing again and relished his weekend mornings out in the chilly Pacific. It had taken a couple weeks for the guys to realize they were both regulars and get past the initial head nod greeting, but after that they got on like a house on fire. Despite Max being a typical nepotism baby, VC-firm-bro type and Bradley the outgoing, naval man, they were each other’s best friend.

And to be perfectly honest, you thought they may have been a little in love with each other.

Who knows, maybe you would have been at Bradley and Max’s holiday party if you hadn’t met him in April.

“All good now, peaches?” Bradley teased and then turned to everyone else in their little group. “Just so you know, the story ends with Jimmy G challenging Maxi-Pad to a closest to the pin contest and Max shanking his tee shot.”

You laughed and wrapped your free arm back around Bradley’s waist. “Was this how you planned to cheer me up?”

“Oh, god. What’d you do now, Rooster?” Natasha teased. 

“Can I call you ‘Rooster?’” Max asked, much to Caroline’s delight.

“Absolutely fucking not,” Bradley said and then turned towards Natasha. “And nothing, just trying to do everything so can to make sure my girl has a lovely evening.” Everyone let out various sighs and swoons, except Nat and Max, who feigned gagging. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

He grabbed your free hand again and brought you over to the upright piano in the corner, next to where Callie and Bob were lounging on the loveseat. You desperately hoped Bradley was going to play for you - maybe even some Christmas carols. He had such a natural talent for it, even beyond his usual Hard Deck repertoire of that damn Jerry Lee Lewis song. He could play Debussy, Ravel, Schumann - anything, really. You figured he’d start off with Jingle Bells or something like that, but he surprised you with something new.

Bradley’s fingers twinkled out the opening notes to Linus and Lucy and you, and the others in the sitting room, couldn’t help but laugh. He had been right - this did cheer you up. You had always loved the Peanuts. 

Growing up, you’d gone to the Charles Schulz Museum in Santa Rosa too many times to count. It became your favorite place during your parents’ divorce and you always begged your dad to take you whenever you were having a bad day. But then, when the divorce had been finalized and you, your dad and brother eventually moved down to Berkeley, you didn’t get the opportunity to go as often. But your love for the cartoon characters never died and you had the sneaking suspicion that Bradley had learned the song for you - this was the first time you’d ever heard him play it.

You took a hearty sip of your champagne and leaned your arms on the top of the piano, eventually resting your cheek against your fist. Your cheeks hurt from the massive smile stretching across your face as you looked fondly at Bradley. He was concentrating so hard, his tongue was peeking out of his mouth. And his long, graceful fingers were flying across the keys. 

You couldn’t imagine how long it took him to learn this if he was already off book. Did you mention his fingers? His hands? God, they were beautiful. Strong and long and corded - was that the right word? You recalled it from those regency romance novels you had hidden on your Kindle. God, you loved him so much. So fucking much. You’d never loved a person this much before - oh, you were going to miss him so much.

“You two are just like Lucy and Schroeder,” Callie cooed, snapping you out of your thoughts and causing Bradley to fumble a couple of notes. He also was blushing, which was sweet. 

A couple more people filtered into the sitting room, drawn in by the music, and soon people were throwing out requests for Bradley to play while others chatted in the background. He took Pete’s suggestion of Jingle Bells and soon played a jazzy version of the song. 

While Bradley played, the older man came up to you to chat. Penny couldn’t make it to the party, which was admittedly a bit of a disappointment, but she was hoping to stop by later once things wound down a bit at the Hard Deck. 

“Hell of a party, kid.” He toasted you with his beer. 

“Thanks, I just wanted to do something nice for Bradley.”

“Pretty sure you could’ve gotten a pizza and he would’ve been happy.”

You considered that. “True, but that hardly sounds fun - plus, this way I could get a new outfit.”

Pete smiled and you both glanced over towards the piano for a moment as Bradley got Natasha and Bob to sing along with him. It was nice seeing them all carefree and happy and just lighter. Bradley glanced over his shoulder at you and winked. 

“It’s nice seeing him like this,” Pete said. “Hell, last Christmas it was like pulling teeth to get the kid over to Penny’s for Christmas Eve and to see him get a tree and have people over at his place is just - it makes me really happy. Sorry if that’s corny or -”

“- No,” you reassured him, “well, maybe a little. But corny is good sometimes. Especially around the holidays.”

“You guys gonna do gifts tomorrow or…”

You shook your head. “Nah, we’re gonna do them tonight after everyone leaves.”

Pete took a sip of his beer and nodded. “The kid wouldn’t stop talking about your gift, I swear he told everyone on base.”

You felt yourself heat up and glanced over at Bradley again. “Really?” Pete nodded. “I’m nervous now, we promised we were only doing one present, so I hope he likes mine...”

“He will,” Pete sounded certain. “You think you guys will do this at your place every year? Maybe start a new tradition?”

That was a lovely thought. Celebrating Christmas with Bradley for the next x amount of years. Plus, doing this before Christmas would give everyone the opportunity to get together before the actual holidays. 

“Oh, I’d love to,” you gushed, “but it’s Bradley’s call. It’s his house - what?”

Pete cut you off with a look. “Come on, by now you know it’s your house as much as Bradley’s…”

Oh, gosh. You hoped so - one day, at least. The two of you barely spent a night apart, baring whenever one of you was away for work. You barely considered your apartment your home anymore. Instead, it was on the couch in Bradley’s living room, watching TV. Or cooking breakfast together on the weekends and watching Sunday Morning at the kitchen table. Laying beside him in bed at night, his big arms wrapped around you, as you whispered how much you loved each other. You had never felt this way before Bradley, like another person was home. 

And you wanted to be home all the time. 

You could feel the heat creep up your neck, the warmth only amplified by Bradley’s soothing voice singing Let It Snow. 

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Pete apologized, “I just wanted you to know that I can see how much you guys care about each other. And he’s my kid - at the end of the day, I just want him to be happy.” He laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder and you ducked your head before nodding.

Back when you had first met him, you had imagined that gaining Pete’s approval was how you would have felt had Bradley’s parents been alive to give it to you. You thought about them often - more often than you’d ever let Bradley think - and especially as of late. Would they have liked you? Would they have gotten along with your parents? From what you’d been told, they would have made amazing grandparents. Maybe Bradley would even have had more siblings? Maybe, maybe, maybe.

“He makes me really happy, too,” you whispered. Pete pulled you in for a hug and then the two of you just watched Bradley playing for a few moments while the party continued around you two. 

“I’m gonna get another beer, you want anything?” Pete asked. 

You just shook your head. “Nah, I’m good for now, but thanks again for coming. It means a lot to both of us.”

“Wouldn’t miss it, just make sure the kid doesn’t drink too much. He always gets a little chatty…” And then Pete set off towards the kitchen, leaving you alone, but only for a moment until you heard Max’s voice in the hallway.

“Caro, darling, will you help me with something outside…” You crept over towards him, curious to see what he was up to and why he needed Caro’s help.

Caroline didn’t even look up from her phone. “I’m not giving you a handjob, darling.”

“Oh, please don’t,” you drawled, alerting them both to your presence, “Mr. Harrington already thinks we’re delinquents, can’t have him thinking we associate with them, too,” you said referring to your - no, Bradley’s neighbor. 

Mr. Harrington hadn’t exactly called you and Bradley delinquents - rather, he had called you a fresh young lady after you had unknowingly flipped him off at an intersection in another neighborhood, only to find out that he was the crotchety old man that lived next door to Bradley. He had been waiting for you in the driveway when you’d gotten home a few minutes later, demanding to talk to Bradley about you. But the old man hadn’t stood a chance with you and Bradley had just stood on the porch with a proud smile on his face as you gave him a piece of your mind. Since then, he’d just pass silent judgment whenever he saw you outside.

Max held up two fingers. “I’ll be on my best behavior, Scout’s honor.”

“It’s three fingers, dumbass.”

He breezed past you and started towards the door, gesturing for Caroline to follow him. “Good thing I was never a Boy Scout then…”

“Please, Max. Just tell me if you’re going to -”

“- Secrets, secrets are only fun unless you don’t share with anyone -”

“- That’s not even how it goes!” 

Max shrugged and grabbed Caroline’s hand, pulling her close to his side. “It’ll be fun, we promise! Plus, maybe Max won’t even come back to the party…”

Oh, he was definitely doing the Santa thing. But at this point, maybe it would be fun and memorable? And maybe you were just drunk enough to let it happen. 

“Fine, fine. As long as Max doesn’t come back to the party, you can do whatever you have planned -” 

Max cut you off with a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, love. Now, Caro! Your assistance, please!”

You waved them off towards the front door and made your way back to the sitting room where Bradley was taking requests for his next song. 

His eyes were scanning the room for whom you realized was you and a great, big smile spread across his face. “Nah, I got one already. Just needed my girl in here for this.” You chuckled and walked over towards the piano. “Figured we had to end on a high note, plus I heard a rumor Santa’s coming…”

There were hoots and hollers throughout the room, which didn’t let up even as Bradley played the first notes of the song he apparently needed you for assistance. 

“I’ll sing the first few lines, but then you gotta take over, alright, sweetheart?”

You sat next to him on the narrow bench and giggled, not quite knowing what he had up his sleeve, but more than ready to go along for the ride. “You got it, rocketman.”

Bradley pecked you on the lips and then turned to the room as he played. 

“I really can’t stay…baby, it’s cold outside…I’ve got to go ‘way…baby, it’s cold outside…”

Oh god. 

---------------

Hours later, after all your guests had left, fuller and far drunker than they’d been when they’d arrived, you and Bradley were tidying up the living room. The dishwasher was rumbling in the kitchen, the first of many loads you’d have to do tonight and tomorrow, but it was drowned out by the music still playing on the Sonos, while the extra food had been put away in the fridge.

From your spot across the room where you were fluffing the couch cushions, you glanced over towards Bradley. He sat, leaning against the chaise lounge, and idly sipped from a bottle of champagne that he kept putting down on the floor - though on a coaster, mind you. His hair was perfectly tousled and messy and he had a pleased smile on his face as he stared at the Christmas tree in front of him. His right hand was absentmindedly running up and down his thigh, just begging for you to ride it.

You joined him on the floor and he wordlessly passed the bottle of champagne to you before throwing his arm around your shoulders. 

“You did good, kid,” he said suddenly. 

A smile lit up your face. “Really?” Brady chuckled at your earnestness. “You’re not just saying that because this is like the first halfway decent party you’ve ever -”

“- Hey! I’ve been to plenty of decent parties! But I think - I think that this might be the best one yet.”

As a reward for his sweetness, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You think everyone got along? I only overheard one argument between Caro and Jake.” And it had been over the latest cryptocurrency scandal of all things. 

“Yeah, but to be fair, I think trauma bonding over your singing really brought everyone together.”

You were not as bad as Bradley had said - at the very least, you could carry a tune. Granted, you wouldn’t be on the Voice anytime soon, but if you were an SNL cast member and needed to sing for a sketch, you might be okay. And no one really focused on the actual singing during Baby It’s Cold Outside - it wasn’t exactly the paragon of Christmas songs or social norms. 

But it was just about the perfect duet, in that it was a crowd pleaser, a little slutty, and campy as hell. And as it so happened, you had been feeling a little slutty with all the champagne you had drunk throughout the evening. Plus, with Bradley on the keys and no one else sober enough to make fun of your less than stellar singing skills, you had been a glutton for attention. You had used your champagne coupe as a microphone and had only spilled a couple drops - at first.

“- But baby, it's cold outside -”

“ - This welcome has been -”

“ - How lucky that you dropped in -”

“ - So nice and warm -”

“ - Look out the window at that storm -”

“ - My sister will be suspicious -”

“ - Gosh, your lips look delicious -” Bradley kissed your proffered hand and you shimmied around the piano bench, eventually draping yourself over his shoulders while he continued playing.

Would you regret it in the morning? Probably. Did the song have a weird history? Yes. But it was your goddamn Christmas party! And you had wanted to have fun and fawn over your boyfriend. It had also been a good distraction from what you had correctly assumed was Max planning to crash the party as Santa with a sleigh full of presents for everyone. But Max was richer than Croesus; he could afford it.

“Come on, Bradshaw. How’s she been this year? Naughty or nice?”

You shot Bradley a glance, curious as to what his answer would be. But he just smiled wryly and toasted Max with his drink before taking a sip.

You closed the distance between the two of you and whispered in his ear, “Clever boy…”

He grabbed your ass, thankfully out of sight of your guests. “My smart girl…”

“Is that what you want me to be tonight?”

Frankly, you had been shocked Bradley hadn’t kicked everyone out then and there. 

But now you were cozy and tired in all the best ways and had Bradley to yourself for the rest of the evening. You burrowed your face into his chest and pressed a couple kisses to the column of his neck, suddenly desperate to touch him. It seemed Bradley was of the same mindset and carefully settled you on his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling you closer and you shifted your attention to his lips. 

Somehow, the two of you wound up laying on the floor at the edge of the Christmas tree. The soft lights made Bradley’s brown eyes appear like pools of chocolate and you flushed. He groaned as you rolled your hips against his lap, already feeling the bulge forming in his jeans. Shit - were you going to fuck underneath the Christmas tree? Like properly fuck on the floor underneath the Christmas tree.

You started grinding against him, desperate to be closer, and then kissed along his neck in the hopes of leaving a reminder of this night for him. You peered up at the Christmas tree, lost in the beauty of the moment, when you suddenly noticed something. 

The presents.

The presents under the tree.

The three presents under the tree. 

Except…

There were only supposed to be two presents under the tree. One from each of you. You had been very clear about that right after Thanksgiving. Had even set a price limit.

Fuck. Oh, no. No, no, no. You pulled back and Bradley chased your lips with his own.

“Bubs! We said one present each!” 

He shrugged underneath you and kept rubbing his hands in soothing circles on your hips. “It’s nothing - well, it’s not nothing. But it’s just something I’ve been thinking about for a while and I figured this would be a good time.”

“But - but I only got you one!” 

Oh god - oh god. You ruined it. You ruined Bradley’s Christmas. You knew you should’ve gotten him that Otis Redding vinyl, too. But a Theragun? What had you been thinking? That was such a dumb gift. So impersonal, so boring, so basic. It was on three different gift guides from the Strategist for fuck’s sake. You figured it would be good for his back while he was deployed, you knew it had been giving him a lot of trouble lately. But now that Bradley had given you two gifts? In two separate boxes? 

You didn’t think the ornament you’d gotten him counted as a separate gift. Tacking it onto the box was just something your family had always done.

Clearly noticing the panic on your face, Bradley sat up slightly. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s -”

“- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin everything. I knew I should’ve had a back up present for you-”

He said your name firmly and you looked up at him. “- You didn’t ruin anything, alright? Hey, why don’t you open it first and then we can talk about it, okay?”

“Okay…”

You reached out for the present like it was going to explode, barely even taking notice of how nicely it had been wrapped. (Granted, you were still you, so you did actually notice, but probably would have fawned over the quaint wrapping paper and grosgrain ribbon a bit more had you not already been wigging out.) Next to you, Bradley bit his lip as he watched you peel through the paper. Why was he so nervous? He always gave you the best presents.

At first, there was nothing but a small gift box. It wasn’t terribly heavy. And it definitely wasn’t jewelry. Mainly because any of the jewelry you actually would have liked was definitely not within the spending limit, which Bradley knew. But also, it just didn’t feel like jewelry. It couldn’t have been an ornament, he wouldn’t have been this nervous.

So, what the fuck was it?

You slid your finger underneath the flap of the box and popped the lid open. But then there was the tissue paper. Goddamnit, Bradley! Why was he so good at wrapping presents! You glanced up at him only to see that he was blushing. Properly blushing. Like pink neck, pink cheeks - hell, even the tips of his ears were pink - blushing. 

Unable to take the suspense a moment longer, you dove into the tissue paper to find -

“- A key?” Your fingers gently picked up the offending object, only belatedly noticing that the key fob matched your favorite work tote bag. 

Bradley nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to ask you to move in with me for ages, it’s just we had so much time until it would become an issue, but then I got deployed and I know your lease will just about be up by the time I get back in the spring. So, I figured now would be a good time to ask if you wanted to move in with me? But if you think it’s too soon, I can totally wait. However long it takes for you to be comfortable with it is fine with me - I just want to have my life with you.”

“Bubs…” your voice was thick. “I uhh -”

“- I always want to come home to you - if you’ll have me?”

Oh god, oh god, oh god. You let out a disbelieving laugh. You would have Bradley Bradshaw in any way you could get him. He was your home.

You wiped away a wayward tear. “Bradley, this is - this is so unbelievably perfect. Yes, yes, I will move with you.”

He surged forward to kiss you and you temporarily forgot all your previous worries because Bradley wanted to move in with you. He wanted to share furniture and go grocery shopping for food that would go in the same fridge. He wanted to wake up beside you every single morning and come home to you every single evening and go to sleep beside you every single night. He wanted everything. And that’s what you wanted to give him.

“God, I love you so much.”

You never got tired of hearing him say that. “I love you, too. Sorry I made such a big deal about the presents…”

“No, I’m sorry. I should’ve just put it in with the other gift, I get how it could have thrown you off.”

He was being nice and not pushing it for the moment, which you really appreciated. “Say, why don’t you open your gift from me and then I’ll open your other one?”

You crawled over towards the other two presents under the tree and gave the one that said to; rocketman to Bradley, while you took the other one with your name on it. It was decently sized and relatively light. The thing with Bradley that always made you nervous was that he gave the best presents.

For your birthday, he had not only organized a trip for the two of you out to Catalina Island, but he had also learned how to fucking sail Penny’s boat, so he could be the one to take you there himself. He had been so excited and had looked so cute in his white linen pants and navy blue button down and you swore you had never been more attracted to him. 

And then, for your six month anniversary, he had somehow gotten you two into Addison out in Carmel Valley for dinner and then followed that up with a trip to the drive-in to see a special showing of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Though to be fair, neither of you had paid as much attention to the movie as you had been too busy necking each other in the backseat of the Bronco.

In short, he was a prince among men. Well, except when he wasn’t. But that wasn’t often. So, you were excited, but wary to open his gift, knowing nothing could possibly top the house key.

You tore through the wrapping paper to find another box similar to the one from earlier, except this one was heavier. Beneath the tissue paper laid a thick white envelope and an apron in a Liberty pattern. Your smile grew as you opened the envelope and saw that Bradley had gifted you cooking lessons for the next three months.

“Bubs.” You nudged his shoulder. “This is perfect, thank you. The apron is super cute, too.”

Bradley chuckled. “Now you can stop wearing mine and hopefully stop burning risotto -”

“- It was one time!” 

“Yeah and you almost burned down your apartment.” You made a face and he made one right back before turning serious. “But I thought it would be nice, something for you to do while I’m gone.”

You kissed his cheek. “I’m excited and I’m gonna make you the best dinner you’ve ever had when you come home to me, alright?”

“It’s a date.” 

“Perfect, now open yours!” You pushed the present towards him. 

Bradley was one of those people that opened presents like they were going to save the wrapping paper, which meant he did it slowly and purposefully. This normally didn’t bother you, but you were already a little on edge from earlier and had to sit on your hands to stop you from ripping the paper off yourself.

First, he took off the little ornament you had affixed to the package. Harkening back to your first date, you had gotten him a Saturn V Rocket ornament to add to the tree, giving your rocketman something to aspire to.

He shook his head. “I’ll get there one day, sweetheart…” he said fondly. “Now let’s see what we have here.”

The nerves settled in your stomach again and you barely let him unwrap the present before you jumped on him with an explanation.

“Wait, is this one of those -”

“ - It’s a Theragun. I know I make fun of you for having a sore back and being old a lot, but I thought this could help when you’re deployed and I’m not around to tend to your every need,” you teased.

Bradley conceded a nod. “You do give good back massages…” You preened. “But I get these ads on my Instagram all the time, so this is perfect, thank you.”

“I figured it wasn’t something you’d buy for yourself and it’ll come in hand -”

“- I bet it’s a wicked strong vibrator - owww!”

“Bradley!” You giggled. Holy shit, you hadn’t even thought of that. There were like five different speeds on that thing and six different attachments. Fuck. “In that case, maybe I should keep it…”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He slid the box behind his back and you crawled over to steal it away from him.

But before you could wrap your arms around him, Bradley pulled you into his lap and eventually the Theragun was pushed away and the two of you were sprawled out on the floor making out like a bunch of horny teenagers again.

Goddamn - you really were gonna fuck underneath the Christmas tree, weren’t you? Now that would be the perfect memory for Bradley to take with him. Festive and fun and spontaneous.

His hands felt sinful as they crept up your thighs. It was like he was mapping out the slowest route to his destination, especially as they cupped your ass and ground your body against his. Suddenly, you let out a hiss as your elbow hit the hardwood floor, but quickly reassured Bradley that you were okay once he stopped to check in with you.

He whispered your name. “I need you so badly.”

“- Fuck, me too. Want you to take me right here -”

“- Owww,” Bradley let out a groan against your lips.

You immediately pulled back, concern lacing your features. “Shit, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just - I don’t think we should do this on the floor?”

“But it’s very spur of the moment?” You glanced around the living room, past the Christmas tree and the wrapping paper from your respective presents. “What about the couch?”

“We just got it dry-cleaned - again.”

You sat further back on his lap and Bradley propped himself up on his elbows. Your wrap dress draped prettily over your bare thighs. “We can put a towel down?”

“Isn’t it upstairs?”

You made a face. “I could go get it? Or we could break out a new one?”

“Then I might as well come upstairs with you -”

“- But I want it to be spontaneous!”

He rolled his hips and you sighed. “We can be spontaneous upstairs…”

“Yeah, but…” You could feel the tears starting to form and your throat closing up.

Bradley tried to get in your line of sight after you ducked your head. “Hey, what is it? It’s alright.”

You sniffled. “I just want you to have some good memories before you leave and be spontaneous - especially since during the party I was pretty stressed and uptight -” The last word came out bitterly, but Bradley didn’t let you finish your sentence. 

“- Hey, none of that, alright? I knew you were a little stressed, but just chalked it up to the party. What’s really going on, sweetheart?”

You wanted to tell him. That you were going to miss him and wanted him to be able to think of the two of you doing all these fun and exciting and wonderful things before he left. That you didn’t want him to think of you crying and puffy eyed and sad. That you didn’t want him to think of you having sex in your bed, like any other night, but how you couldn’t even make it upstairs because you needed each other so much, so desperately and had to make due with the living room floor. 

Just say you were tired. Just say you were tired. 

But when Bradley took your hand and threaded your fingers together and started drawing circles across your palm, the tears came. And came and came and didn’t stop. You rubbed at your eyes with your free hand and repositioned yourself to lay beside him. 

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, come here.” Bradley wrapped his arm around your shoulders and let you rest your head on his chest. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, honey.” 

Once the tears slightly abated, you took in a deep breath to ground yourself. “I wanted everything to be perfect for you since you’re not going to be home for Christmas and all this stuff went wrong -”

“- Sweetheart, baby, no, no. It didn’t go wrong, everything went really really right.”

“Really?” you whispered.

Bradley chuckled. “Yeah, best Christmas I’ve had since - fuck, I can’t remember when. Come here.” He wrapped his arms around you.

“I know it was dumb to be worried about it - and to let myself get upset over it - but I think I was just so focused on the party and the presents and making everything perfect because I don’t want to think too much about you leaving.” You sniffled. “And I feel like that makes me seem childish or like I can’t handle this - your job, I mean. But I’m really just going to miss you, so fucking much. And I’ve never felt like this before.”

The look in Bradley’s eyes after you unloaded all that made you feel ten times lighter and you regretted not saying anything earlier. 

“Sweetheart…” He tucked your hair behind your ear. “It’s definitely not dumb to be worried about stuff like that and I know you can handle all of this - I’m not worried in that respect. I just want you to know how much I appreciated every single thing you’ve done for me these last couple weeks trying to make sure I had a good Christmas. And I know it’s cliche to say, but it’s the goddamn truth - I don’t care what we do for Christmas as long as I get to spend it at home with you, alright?”

Your heart soared and you felt the tears forming again at his words. I don’t care what we do for Christmas as long as I get to spend it at home with you. Because in the end, that was all that really mattered. You just kept your reply simple. “Alright, rocketman.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You kissed him again. “I love you so much, bubs.”

“Even though I’m old and don’t think we should fuck on the living room floor?” 

You chuckled at his attempt to bring some levity into an otherwise heavy conversation. “Yes, Bradley. I love you even though you wouldn’t let me fuck you on the living room floor…”

This time, Bradley pulled you closer, so your body was spread out on top of him and kissed you, licking your bottom lip before opening your mouth up to him. His hands snuck underneath the skirt of your silk dress, skirting the edge of your panties. You sighed. His hands were calloused and a little rough, but they still touched you like you were the most precious thing in the world. 

“Hold up, I never said I wouldn’t let you, I just said I don’t think - hey!” Bradley tried to fend off your tickle attack, but could only get a few words out between his giggles. “Stop, you know I’m old!”

Your ridiculously handsome, thirty-six year old, naval aviator boyfriend was giggling on the floor of your house because your were tickling his sides. If only you could show this version of Bradley to the Navy - maybe then they wouldn’t take him away from you at Christmas. Stupid US Military Industrial Complex. Fucking Lockheed Martin. 

“Also, are you still upset that I got you two presents? Because if you are, can I just make you come once tonight? Level the field.”

You giggled. “Shut up.” Your kiss cut off any reply he had been about to give and you licked his bottom lip, coaxing open his mouth. 

“Uh, uh, uh.” You paused and tilted your head slightly to look Bradley in the eye. “Now, what did Santa ask earlier, huh? You been naughty or nice this year?”

There were two ways in which this could play out - with two different, though ultimately satisfying results. One would play out relatively quickly - and the other would ensure you were occupied all night. 

“Nice?” 

Bradley clicked his tongue. “Don’t know about that…”

“Why not? Haven’t I been good?” You pouted, completely exaggerated, which Bradley picked up on in an instant.

“Good girls don’t typically have to ask if they’ve been good…”

“Maybe I don’t want to be good tonight…”

Bradley sucked in a breath as you snuck your hand underneath his shirt and teased the waistband of his jeans. His skin was hot to the touch beneath your fingers as you unbuttoned his shirt. You leaned forward to press little butterfly kisses to his neck and gradually made your way down past the little tufts of hair on his chest. 

“Please touch me, sweetheart. Please.” 

There was a carnal need inside you to mark his skin. To give him proof of your love and need for him, so that he could look at the marks in the mirror until they faded. A kiss across his neck, a soft bite on his shoulder, another on his bicep by his tattoo. You’re mine. Mine, mine, mine. And I want everyone to know. 

“God, Bradley. You’re so beautiful,” you whispered against his skin. “So beautiful and all mine.”

Bradley let out a whine as your teeth grazed against the sensitive flesh on his neck. “Fuck, I love you.”

His hands inched up your thighs, getting closer to the throbbing heat between your legs. Maybe it was the festive spirit, the fact that Bradley had asked you to move in with him, or that he was shipping out in 28 hours for three months, but you were pathetically wet already. Desperate and needy and as naughty as he had joked earlier. 

“I can feel the heat pouring off you, sweetheart.” 

“Can we go - ahhh - can we go upstairs, please?”

He pulled back slightly. “What happened to fucking on the living room floor?” he teased. 

“Don’t want to fuck up your old man back anymore - Bradley!” you cried out as he smacked your ass. 

“Old man, huh?” His smile was sinful and you were putty in his hands.

You widened your eyes, trying to appear contrite. “Sorry, sir. It won’t happen - Bradley!” He cut you off again, but this time because he was tickling your sides and your giggles made it impossible to speak. “Ta-take me upstairs, bubs - please. Don’t - don’t want you to hold back.”

“Now how could I refuse that?”

Gradually, the two of you made your way upstairs to the bedroom, though with a couple of breaks in between for Bradley to press you up against the walls and on the staircase. You’d have bruises tomorrow, you were sure. But you wanted them to last - to be something to remember this night by for the weeks and months to come. 

You landed heavily on the bed, bouncing slightly, and peered up at Bradley. His bare chest was rising and falling steadily with each breath he took as he looked you over, like he was trying to memorize you. 

Without breaking eye contact, you rose to your knees and pulled at the pretty little bow tying your wrap dress. Hours ago, you’d felt self conscious about your body in front of everyone else, but at that moment you felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. Bradley’s eyes widened as he took in the way you slowly pushed the silk dress off your shoulders, leaving you only in your burgundy bra and panties. It wasn’t exactly a matching set, but the colors matched and that was enough for the two of you that night. 

“God, you’re gorgeous.”

Bradley lunged forward, causing you to fall back against the pillows and you wrapped your legs around his hips with a gleeful cry, which he promptly cut off with his lips. 

After spending ample time just kissing you and running his hands up and down your body, Bradley lavished attention on your breasts, licking and biting and sucking on them like a man possessed. Your nipples were peaked to attention, thanks to the slight chill in the bedroom and his thorough ministrations. With one hand, he paid special attention to the skin just below your nipple, rubbing his middle finger along the tender flesh while thumbing at the raised bud. Meanwhile, his other hand kept trekking downward towards your clit. 

“Oh god!” you cried out against his lips as he slid his fingers inside you and crooked them just right. 

“So fucking wet, sweetheart.”

Fuck. You could feel yourself clenching around him, desperate for something more. You were needy for him that night. Needy to have your boyfriend all to yourself. To give yourself to him completely. Your orgasm was well and truly building up inside you, but you wanted to come on his cock first. There would be plenty more opportunities that night to come apart in other ways. 

You’d work him all through the night if you had to just to get your fix before he left. The thought made you desperate. 

“Bu-bubs, please. I need more - need your cock inside me.” You pulled him closer, grazing your thighs against his throbbing cock. 

Bradley groaned. “Such a needy fucking thing, bucking against my fingers like that, huh?” You whined. “But I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow, yeah. Make sure you savor it.”

It sounded fucking sinful the way your cunt was sucking in Bradley’s fingers. He’d begun scissoring them inside you so as to not have to remove them just yet. 

More. More. More. You chanted the words mindlessly in your head. Mine. Mine. Mine. 

Finally, he pulled out his fingers and shamelessly dried them off on your breasts. “You ready?” You nodded frantically. “Don’t think either of us is gonna last long.”

No, you didn’t think so either. But you didn’t want to prolong this. You needed to be close to him and to know he was real and good and yours. At least for tonight. 

Knowing each other as you did, you raised your hips slightly, letting Bradley to slip inside you. You both moaned, you loving the stretch and him loving the tight warmth. You wrapped your arm around his neck, bringing his lips closer to yours, but not daring to lean in those final few centimeters to touch, and instead just breathed against each other. 

“Fuck,” you rasped against his lips, “I love you.”

“Love you so much.” He snapped his hips against yours and you cried out. “Gonna miss you.”

You ducked your head to swipe your lips across the scar on his neck. “Can’t wait for you to come home to me.”

Home. Home. Home. Bradley wouldn’t just be coming back to San Diego in three months: he would be coming home - to you. And to this great, big, beautiful house he wanted to share with you. And to the life he wanted to share with you. 

He groaned your name. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Can’t believe it’s happening.”

Tears pricked your eyes and you bridged the gap to kiss him. “Bubs, I’m so close, please.”

“Tell me how to get you there? I wanna wait for you.” 

If he kept saying things like that, you wouldn’t be too far behind. Without breaking eye contact, you brought Bradley’s hand down to your clit and he played with the sensitive nub. You keened against his hand, which was coupled with a particularly deep thrust of his cock. You felt that coil in your belly finally unraveling.

“‘M close, feels so good. Again…”

He repeated the action again and again, telling you how gorgeous you were as you took his cock and how much he loved you and needed you and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Because for tonight you were.

With a strangled cry of his name, you came and true to his word, Bradley followed shortly after. Fuck. He felt so good. He made you feel so good, so full, so loved. 

“Good girl, such a good girl for me.” He peppered kisses up and down your neck and across your cheeks, before settling on your lips. The two of you sat there like that for a few moments, trying to even out your breathing and be as close together as possible. 

But eventually Bradley had to pull out and you whimpered at the loss. He settled you back against the pillows and then started cleaning you up with the towel in his nightstand. Before he got to your still leaking cunt, he scooped up some of your cum with his fingers and brought it to your lips. 

“Open.” You did so without a second thought and cleaned off his fingers, getting high off the taste of the two of you mixed together. “Good girl.”

Then you let yourself get settled underneath the covers. You could go to the bathroom in a few minutes because right now you wanted to be with Bradley. Your bodies were both hot and sticky underneath the white sheets, but you couldn’t think of anywhere else you wanted to be than in his arms. 

“I’m gonna miss you so much, bubs.” You cupped his cheek tenderly, like he would disappear at any moment. A nagging little voice at the back of your mind said that he would, in fact, do just that - on Monday morning. But that night he was yours. 

Bradley nuzzled your hand, eventually pressing a kiss to your palm. “It’s not too long, just three months.”

“Three months without you.” Kiss. “Without your singing.” Kiss. “Your cooking.” Kiss. “Your smile and your silly little mustache.” Kiss. Kiss. “Three months without you, rocketman.” 

Your eyes were swimming with tears, but they were properly dripping down Bradley’s cheeks. 

“But we still have tonight.”

You still had tonight. And you’d be in each other’s arms till the morning light. 

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Two weeks later, as you sat in your childhood bedroom on Christmas Eve, you were at once hit with a startling realization: it wasn’t your home anymore. It hadn’t been in years, really. Not since you’d officially moved out after college. But that fact had never been so apparent until you were waiting for the Facetime call to connect to Bradley. 

Your home was in San Diego with your friends and your job. Your home was with your boyfriend, snuggled up on the couch watching TV, perusing the aisles of the farmer’s market, watching him surf, and cooking dinner together. Your home was with Bradley. 

And you just wanted to be home - you just wanted Bradley. 

You had put on a brave face during Christmas Eve celebrations with your family - at least with your extended family. You had sung carols at church, helped Mary and your dad prep and lay out all the traditional Christmas Eve dishes, organized the Yankee Swap with your brother and Lauren, and had a few too many cocktails with your cousins. But as the last of your grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins had left and your dad had turned on NBC for the end of It’s a Wonderful Life, you had lost it. 

Properly, honestly, well and truly lost it. As in fat tears streaming down your face, snot clogging your nose, remnants of your mascara rimmed around your eyes lost it.

Goddamn Harry Bailey got to come home in time for Christmas! Harry got to toast to his “big brother George: the richest man in town.” Granted, George had basically just tried to kill himself, so the comparison wasn’t perfect - but still! Congressional Medal of Honor winner, Navy pilot Harry Bailey got to be home for Christmas! Why couldn’t Bradley? Fucking Navy. Fucking stupid US Military Industrial Complex. Fucking Lockheed Martin. 

At the sight of your tears, Mary had just opened up her blanket and let you burrow against her side as she rubbed your back like she used to when you were a kid, while your dad had gotten you a cup of Sleepytime Tea. Eventually, once you had calmed down enough and they had said all the right words to soothe your heartache, you had kissed your dad and Mary goodnight  - Mary had hugged you a bit tighter than usual - and they both had told you to give Bradley their best during your Facetime call. 

They liked Bradley - a lot, actually. Of course, they’d given him a tough time when they first talked on the phone all those months ago, but by the time Bradley officially met them at Thanksgiving, it was like he’d known them for years. He just fit. 

He loved to talk to Mary about her history classes at Berkeley and how her students were doing. He had the same sense of humor as your dad and also loved the Patriots despite their recent offensive coordinator troubles. 

He just made you lighter and made things lighter. He fit. 

And you could only hope that one year he’d be able to come up to Berkeley with you to celebrate for the holidays instead of being all alone on an aircraft carrier somewhere in the Pacific. Fucking Navy. Fucking stupid US Military Industrial Complex. Fucking Lockheed Martin.

Shit! The call was finally connecting. You felt tears in your eyes as you finally got to see your beautiful boy again. Though the picture was a little grainy, Bradley was sitting in what looked like one of the quiet rooms in your office, clad in his green flight suit. And he had the most wonderful smile on his face at the sight of you.

“Hey, sweetheart. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, bubs,” you said, hoping your voice didn’t come out as thickly over Facetime as it did in your room.

For what felt like the longest time, but was probably only a few seconds, you stared at each other, just drinking in the other’s face. Bradley already looked tired. This was your first Facetime since he’d left two weeks ago. Normally, you talked over email - which was actually kind of fun. 

Early on in your relationship during a one week special detachment, you had unironically sent him a pretty formal email to check in:

Bradley,

Hope you’re settling in well. Let me know when it would be a good time to connect via FaceTime. I can put some time on my calendar whenever you’re free. I’m heading to an off-site in Raleigh on Thursday, so I’ll be on East Coast time. 

Miss you and stay safe,

x

It had even been from your PwC email address, which he never let you forget. But soon quasi-formal emails became your thing. They probably set off a bunch of red flags to the censor team and you had never sent one from your work email again, but it was fun. You’d even thought of a couple code words and phrases to use.

“You have a good night? How’s your dad and Mary? Tell them thanks again for the package.”

Your parents had had the idea to send everything they normally would have put in Bradley’s Christmas stocking to him on the carrier. He had emailed the three of you a picture of the package, received in perfect condition, on his bunk yesterday. You two had decided that he would open it while you were on your FaceTime call. It wasn’t anything particularly special, except for two small gifts you’d snuck in before bringing it to the post office, but you were excited and could tell Bradley was too.

You held your breath as he parsed through the Dr.Jart sheet masks, Churchill cigars, various Christmas themed candies, new electric toothbrush heads, and scratch cards until he got to the bottom of the stack where your two special presents were hidden.

“Now, what’s this?” He shot you a teasing glance as he opened the envelope. 

You remained tight lipped, just glad it hadn’t been opened by Naval mail security. Bradley slid the object out of the envelope and you could see his eyes widen, even over Facetime, as he realized what it was before he promptly turned it over and glanced around even though there was no one else in the room with him. 

“Shit - how’d you - how’d you take this?” He leaned back in his chair and stared at it, clearly a little in awe.

You felt your cheeks heating up. “Well, I know you have a couple on your phone, but figured an old fashioned one might be nice too - especially if you’re in a tech blackout or whatever it’s called. But do you really like it - seriously, you don’t have -”

“- No, I love it. You’re not getting this back from me.” You giggled. “But you gotta tell me how you managed to get the Polaroid in the shower with you and still get the soapy titties in the picture?”

“Can’t tell you everything, now can I?”

(Caroline had taken them for you. It truly had been a bonding experience and was honestly not half as sexy as Bradley was probably thinking. But you just smiled - more than content to keep that a secret from him.) 

“Well, it is very much appreciated. So, thank you, I love it, seriously.”

You tried to peer into the box from halfway across the world. “There should be one more thing in there from me - and you don’t have to use it, but I know something similar always makes me feel like you’re right next to me…”

Bradley gingerly unwrapped the final tissue paper package only to reveal a travel sized bottle of your perfume. You giggled, watching him spritz his wrist and breathe in the scent.

“Fuck…I’ve missed that.” 

You rested your cheek against your fist and just watched him. For a minute, it felt like he was right in front of you. It made you want to do something terribly cliche like hold your palm up against the screen and imagine you could feel the heat from his hand as he did the same thing back.

But instead Bradley just smiled at you and asked you all about your Christmas Eve activities.

So, you told him about sneaking outside to smoke with your cousins, drinking too much champagne, eating too much food made from your grandma’s recipes from the old country, getting an actually good gift in the Yankee Swap, and crying over Harry Bailey. And he just listened and smiled and asked questions at all the right parts and kept telling you how much he would have loved to do all that beside you next year. 

And then with your remaining five minutes of calltime, Bradley told you all the goings on aboard the ship and how he and Callie and Javy were doing and about the fancy dinner and breakfast planned for tomorrow.

But then the dreaded countdown clock on the side of the screen popped up, signaling you had thirty seconds left. By then, both of you had tears in your eyes as you tried to say goodbye until your next call.

“So, we’ll talk in two weeks, okay? Should be just after New Year’s, but keep emailing me. I love reading them when I get the chance.”

You wiped a stray tear from your eye. “Of course, I’ll give you a full Christmas morning breakdown.”

Bradley chuckled, but seemed to glance at the countdown clock and sobered up. “I love you, I love you so much and I’m so happy I get to come home to you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too. Merry Christmas, bubs. Please come home.”

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a/n: sorry it took me so fucking long to write again, but a girl can only be so self indulgent! merry christmas, this taglist is shit sorry!

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notifications (M)

preview - Today you have to go to your new tutors house. “Y/n!” Of course it’s jaemin. “Yes?” You close your eyes for 2 seconds then open them again. He hands you a sticky note with an address on it. “What Is this?” Then the realization sets in. Na jaemin is your new tutor. This can’t be.

rating - 18+

word count - 3.3k

warnings - unprotected sex, nude sending , reader is nosey and KINDA invasive 😭

au - non idol, uni

pairing - loser!jaemin x fem!reader (ft. ningning, jeno, and haechan)

A/N - this took me days and im sure knocked like 10 years off of my life span, its so late right now so any grammar errors i’ve missed, forgive me ill fix it eventually 😭 im like 99% sure i’ve switched from capital letters at the beginning of a sentence to lowercase LFMSODHSO

“I think he’s crazy, that’s what I think. We’ve never liked each other and he thinks he can just come up to me and talk to me like he rules the world. You don’t understand ning he was literally so smug about it. I need someone to smack that stupid look off of his face before I do.” Ningning looks at you like you’re insane. “He was just offering he-“ “NO he was being a smart ass about it im telling you” she looks at you with knitted eyebrows. “Whatever you say y/n” you nod.

“Y/n i don’t understand why you’re flunking this hard in my class. There’s absolutely no reason your grade should be this low. I’m going to get someone to help you for this class. this is completely unacceptable.” You internally facepalm. “I swear I’ll truly do better, I don’t need help.” He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head. “I know how you get. I understand you want to be independent and you want to learn to help yourself but at the end of the day, it’s not always going to work like that.” You bite the inside of your cheek and open your mouth then close it. “Okay. I guess I could give it a try.” He smiles “Thats the spirit!” You cringe at his words.

The next day you come into class and shift anxiously in your chair. Today you have to go to your new tutors house. “Y/n!” Of course it’s jaemin. “Yes?” You close your eyes for 2 seconds then open them again. He hands you a sticky note with an address on it. “What Is this?” Then the realization sets in. Na jaemin is your new tutor. This can’t be. “See you at 7?” You nod.

“NING ONLY THIS SHIT HAPPENS TO ME I SWEAR” you’re rambling nonstop to ningning because of how utterly upset you are. “It’s not that bad. You’re going there for a damn good reason.” she’s right it’s for good that you’re going to jaemins home.

It’s 7:00 and you knock on jaemins door. He quickly opens it up and welcome you in. His house is alright looking, nothing special.

“So when are we gonna get this done, I just want to go home.” you look at him with a sad look. He points to the floor and tells you to sit. “I’ll be right back I need to go use the bathroom, get your math homework out and the utensils you need while I’m gone.” And with that he leaves you in the middle of his living room.

*BUZZ* Jaemins phone goes off. It’s the sound of a discord notification. Being nosey you look over at it. It’s from his other reject friend, Jeno.

Jeno 🐶: I can’t believe you’re tutoring the girl you always say you want to fuck.

Another notification pops up from their other friend, Haechan. They’re in a discord server together.

Haechan 🐻: Y/n???, the one who I’ve caught him jacking off to pics of??

You look away from his phone and start to feel pure confusion. Jaemin talks about having sex with you? And he’s jacked off to you before?? Why?

“I’m back, sorry I took so long.” You look over at him and nod. Before you guys begin on the homework, he picks up his phone and starts typing. He has a smirk on his face while doing it.

After a few hours of hard work, jaemin gets up to get some water. While he’s gone you pick up his phone and open discord. Of course he has no passcode. You begin to look through the messages between the three of them and you decide to go to jaemins email, reset his discord password, and sets it to something else so that you can log into his account. After you see that you’re in you close out of all of the apps you’ve opened and delete the email about resetting his password. You place his phone down and act like nothing happened. “Jaemin I better get going, it’s getting late and I’m really tired. Thank you for your tutoring I really do appreciate it.” He looks at you and says you’re welcome and you leave.

Later that night you go onto discord and open up the server that jeno haechan and jaemin share. They ask too many questions. You scroll and scroll until you see something that catches your eye.

Jaemin 🐰: I love when y/n wears those pretty short skirts. I can’t help but to think about fucking her until she can’t speak anymore.

you screenshot it.

Jeno 🐶: All you ever do is talk about how hard she gets you. I mean I’m not even gonna lie she’s made me hard as fuck in class a few times before.

Haechan 🐻: Me too 😭

you squint your eyes at the screen. You can’t believe that they get hard over you. You thought all these nerds talked about were video games… you were very, VERY wrong. You ignore the pool of arousal building up in your panties. You DEFINITELY have a plan.

“Good job y/n! You aced your test! Has jaemin been helping you alright?” You nod and smile. “He has, I think I really wanna see him again! He’s great at explaining things to me. After class I’m going to ask him for more lessons.” You say it with a huge smile. “Good, I’m glad to see you improving in my class, it really puts a smile on my face.” You’ve gotta admit, you’re happy to hear that.

“Hey jaem” you tap his shoulder. He turns around and smiles at you. “Yeah? What’s up?” Haechan and jeno also look at you. “Do you think I can come over again today? I think I wanna move onto the next lesson for the class.” You make sure to appear as cute as possible. “Of course you can! Maybe after school?” “Perfect” you give him a smile and head to your next class.

It’s now after classes and you head home to shower then to head over to jaemins. You choose the skimpiest skirt you could find which barely covers your ass at all, a cute pink thong, a matching bra and a tank top that shows too much cleavage. You want to see jaemin break because of you.

You arrive to jaemins house and sit on the couch next to him. “Actually jaem, I really think the homework can wait. I’ve had a rough day, can we watch tv together?” You say to him with puppy eyes. You don’t miss the way his eyes scan your breasts and thighs, the way he’s licking his lips, and the way you can hear him stuttering. “Ooh let’s watch mean girls jaeminnie pleassse” he couldn’t say no to you.

The movie finishes and you notice him staring at your breasts again “Y/n we should get started soon on the tutoring.” Internally you roll your eyes. “Okay let’s start” you give him a fake smile. You both sit on the living room floor but this time you’re really close to jaemin. Knees touching, close.

After the tutoring is over, you decide that you want to tease him more. You can visibly see his hard cock through his pants. “Jaeminnie what’s that all about? Hm?” You point to his boner. He looks so embarrassed you try not to laugh. “Ive gotta go. have… fun” as you’re walking out, you drop your phone -on purpose- to bend over in front of him to pick it up. You swear you hear a whimper leave his lips. You turn and look at him, look at his boner, then smirk and walk out.

As you’re getting ready for bed you check the discord server.

Jaemin 🐰: you guys won’t believe what just happened.

You smile to yourself and go to sleep, happy that your plan is working.

You sigh happily realizing it’s Saturday morning and that you have no late work to catch up on. *DING* you get a text message.

Jaem 🤓: hey y/n do you wanna hang with me and my friends today? I understand if you say no but I genuinely like spending time with you.”

You stare for a second then start typing.

You: Yea sure I have nothing better to do, when and where??”

Jaem 🤓: We’re going to the mall today, the one near that sm building.

Jaem 🤓: I’ll pick you up if you want, but we’re leaving in a couple minutes.

You: I hate last minute things, but I’ll go for you I guess.

You get out of bed brush your teeth and get ready. You choose a cute skimpy but subtle skirt and a tight fitting shirt.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* You get up to go open your door to see Jaemin and Haechan there. Jeno is waiting in the car.

“I never imagined I’d be hanging out with losers like you to be completely honest” and you look at the 3 of them. “Thanks” haechan hays sarcastically. You try not to giggle. Little did you know, you would start to hang out with them regularly and the 4 of you become best friends.

You guys arrive at the mall and jaemin opens the door for you. “Thanks jaem” you smile at him.

You all are walking around the mall, buying what you like. It must be a coincidence that all of you have money to spend for fun. Not many other college students could go out and do stuff like this. All 4 of you decide to go sit somewhere to eat. Jaemin offers to pay for you and you turn down at first, then he insists. You can’t turn down free food.

As you’re all sitting down, all 3 of them go on their phones and start texting. You also open your phone to check for any missed notifications. A notification from discord pops up and you look at them.

Jaemin 🐰: thanks for the idea of inviting y/n jeno, Ive been wanting to hang out with her for fun for a while now.

Jeno 🐶: no problem. I figured it would be a good idea.

Haechan 🐻: I see the way you keep looking at her from behind jaemin

Jaemin 🐰: I can’t help it, she looks so fucking good.

You smile. “What are you smiling so hard at y/n” Jeno asks you with a sly smirk. “Um, nothing.” You shut ur phone off and look at him. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Jaemin asks a little too quickly. You give him a judging look then reply with a simple “no” he looks back at his phone. “Why do you ask?” He just looks at you. “Yeah jaemin why DO you ask, huh?” Haechan says, instigating. “Nothing I’m just curious about my friend, that’s all.” You look across the table and see jeno with an amused look on his face. You know jaemin has taken a liking to you from sneaking around on discord. It’s just fun getting a raise on him. And you can’t lie, you think you’re starting to like him too, he’s pretty handsome and the more you get to know him, the more likable he gets. But you deny yourself of those feelings.

Later on you get dropped off at home and have a great idea.

Jaemin gets a notification that you’ve texted on his phone.

Y/n 💕: Attachment: *video*

He clicks on it and it’s a video of you knuckles deep inside of your pussy. Your fingers sliding in and out of you at a fast pase. Your moans so cute and quiet, your words so dirty and sinful. The words “It feels so good” slips out of your mouth. The way you curl your fingers inside of you is enough to make his cock as hard as it can get. You then pull out a vibrator and put it on your clit all while your fingers are still working inside of you. Your head falls back and you let out a choked sound of pleasure.

Another notification pops up.

Y/n 💕: SORRY JAEMIN PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I MEAN TO SEND YOU A PICTURE OF US FROM EARLIER 🙁

You lie.

He starts typing back, then stops. You wait for a reply. After 20 minutes of waiting he finally sent something back.

Jaem 🤓 : Attachment *video*

The video starts with him pushing his boxers down. When his dick springs out it hits his beautiful abdomen. He starts rubbing his thumb over his tip. His cock is fucking huge. His whimpers, his fucking breaths, him. His hand now pumping his dick fast. The sound of his hand going up and down his cock is so sexy. After a while of him playing with his dick, his orgasm hits, his white cum spurting all over his abs and chest.

Jaem 🤓: you lie too much

You: and you love it, goodnight baby

You wake up the next morning to see so many discord notifications. You scroll to the top.

Jaemin 🐰: I want her body so bad, her pussy, so beautiful, she’s just absolutely perfect. Everything about her. She’s just amazing. I’ll do anything to touch her.

You smile and go to text jaemin.

You: good morning jaem, how did you sleep?

Jaem 🤓: I slept so well, especially after your little show.

You: did you like it?

Jaem 🤓: I fucking loved it. I wanna see it in person.

You: I wanna touch you so bad baby

Jaem 🤓: come over?

You: only if u pick me up 🤷 I didn’t plan on going anywhere today, but for u? Yea, I’ll go out 😋

Not even 15 minutes later you get a text that he’s here. You run out to the car and see jaemins handsome bright smile. You get into the passenger seat and immediately put your hand on his crotch. “Jaemin i know what you do to my pics.” He just looks at you. “When I came over for the first time. I saw jeno and haechans messages. You couldn’t help yourself could you? You’re a pervert. All those times during us hanging out that you had to use the bathroom? I know what you were doing. You’re a loud moaner.” He’s completely speechless.

As you’re both driving to his house you can’t stop looking at the outline of his hard cock.

You both arrive to his house and immediately after he locks the door you pounce on him and you both land on the couch and you rub your clothed pussy against his raging boner. You attach your lips to his and your tongues battle. For a loser like him you didn’t expect him to have so much skill in kissing. His tongue all over your mouth. His dick twitching against you.

You hop off of him to slide his pants and boxers down. You take his balls into our hand and fondle with them. You look up and see his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. “Please y/n” he moans. “Please what baby? tell me what you want me to do with you.” It feels good to have him wrapped around your finger like this. “I want you to touch me more.” “Where? Where do you want me to touch you? Here?” You wrap your hand around his hard cock. “Or here?” You reach your hand up to his nipple and flick it a few times.

You learned just then and there that he has sensitive nipples. You smirk up at him. “Baby you need to answer me. Where do you want me to touch you?” He looks at you with desperate eyes. “Please touch my dick and nipples y/n please.” His begging is making you soak your panties in arousal. You grab the base of his cock in your hand and go up and down as you lean your head up to lick his nipple, tongue working all around the sensitive area. His dick twitching in your hand. His eyes are glossed with tears. “Please let me inside of you.” He looks down at you. You pull your panties off and tease him some more. “Please, your bra” “my bra what?” “Off” you laugh at him. You want to humiliate him. It’s so hot seeing him so desperate for your touch. You unclip your bra and toss it to him. He catches it and stares at you with complete lust.

“You’re such a slut jaem, your nipples and your dick, they’re so hard. I’ve barely touched you baby, you really are a perv, aren’t you?” You look at him with a sarcastic frown. He shakes his head. “I’m not a pervert.” You giggle at his tear stained face. “If you’re not a pervert then why do you beat your dick to my instagram posts? Hm? Isn’t that what perverts do?” He just looks at you with his eyebrows knitted. “Do you like when I do this?” You take his nipple in your mouth again and lightly graze your teeth on it. He let out a very loud and powerful moan. “I think I should call you out on your perverted ways more often, look at how hard it gets you baby.” You flick his cock and his mouth falls agape. “Does my baby like pain?” You squint at him. His chest falling up and down due to the deep mess of his arousal.

“Please y/n touch me. Touch my dick and my chest. Please touch it all. Touch me.” You smirk and nod. You take his balls in your mouth and suck them. You wanna get him all worked up. You sit up and you lean down to take his cock into your mouth and swirl your tongue around his tip. You take him out of your mouth then slowly straddle him, aligning your pussy and his dick together. You slowly lower yourself on him and feel his cock stretching you out. You lean your head down to the crook of his neck and let out a quiet moan.

“Start moving jaem please” you breathe out near his ear. he starts moving his hips up and down, hitting your g-spot with ease. The room is full of the noises of your moans and the noise of jaemins skin on yours. you reach down to play with your clit to further your pleasure.

Jaemin starts getting sloppy with his thrusts, so you know hes about to cum. You rub your clit faster and connect your lips to his. This kiss was even better than before, you were both in sync with eachothers movements and it felt like magic. When you disconnected your lips there was a trail of saliva still connected to both of your lips. you orgasm first, and jaemin follows after you, he pulls out and his cum comes shooting onto your abdomen. you fall onto his body, breathless. both of you embracing each other. you sit up from hugging him and look at the mess you both made. you both look at each other and giggle like kids.

Jaemin looks you in your eyes and you look back at him“I love you y/n” “i love you too Jaem”

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[laurafett]

Stress Relief

Eddie Munson x afab! Reader

-Eddie invites you over to his place after you had a rather stressful day at work and promises to take your mind off this busy day-

SMUT! Minors do not interact!!

No mentions of readers appearance, no use of pronouns, no mentions about sexuality, skin colour, weight etc. (If I missed something please tell me)

Warning: best friends to lovers, suggestive language, smut, dirty talk, face sitting, praising, hair pulling, mentions of cum, fluff (If I missed something let me know)

I don’t really like this one but I don’t hate it either so here you go.

Please keep in mind that this is not beta read and englisch is not my first language.

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Eddie sat beside you on his bed. It was in the middle of the night, probably 4am or something and the both of you were sleep drunk. You laughed at everything the other said, made stupid jokes, which weren’t funny at all, but to you everything was hilarious right now.

The man invited you over after you told him about a specific hard day at work and promised that he would be able to get your mind off of all the stress you had been through today. Knowing he would be able to stick to his words, you packed your bag, got into your car and drove over to his place; ready to spend a weekend with your best friend.

It was hot in his room, with the AC not properly working and it being in the middle of July. Wayne promised you he would fix it at some point but with all his work he still hadn’t found the time. Which was fine because it meant that you would be able to see Eddie shirtless most of the time.

And to be honest, Eddie didn’t mind either because it meant that you would sit in his room with nothing more on you than an oversized shirt and panties. Occasionally you would wear some short pajama pants, but he wouldn’t complain as long as he would be able to side eye your naked thighs from time to time.

The both of you had been friends since the day you moved to Hawkins. You weren’t happy about that decision at first but after meeting the metalhead, everything turned out to be not as bad as you thought it would be. 

You grew up together, went through puberty and some of the most embarrassing moments in your life, never leaving each other's side. And you were glad that you had a friend like him.

The man beside you rested his head on your shoulder and tried to calm down his laugh by turning his face into your shirt.

“No way he actually did that.” His laugh was muffled through the fabric.

“When I tell you, I was so shocked. Who thought Gareth could actually pull someone like them?”

Throughout the years of high school it was hard for you to find friends besides Eddie. You got along with a few people you had classes with like Robin and Steve; and from time to time they even asked you to hang out with them but this was about it. 

Even Eddie was able to find people who liked to spend time with him and to your luck, they also liked you. Over the time you grew close to the boys from his Hellfire club and you would spend a lot of time with them. You didn’t know it but your best friend loved to see you being so comfortable around his friends. He wanted you to like them.

A long sigh left Eddie’s lips. “Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I’m the only member of the club who is still single. I mean there are freshmans who have fucking girlfriends.” He slowly shook his head. “Do you remember the time when I had a more exciting love life than them?”

You did and it tugged at your heart to remember those days. You never told him, but you’ve always had a crush on him. Since you saw him in his black bathing shorts when Wayne took you to the outdoor pool in Hawkins. It was harmless back then, you were a teenager and thought he was cute. But now, being an adult with more experience and different feelings? God, you really wanted him. 

You’ve had sex with some people before, it was never serious though, but you mostly did it to get over the fact that your friend would never like you the same as you did. And well, a few years later and it still didn’t help you to get rid of your feelings for him. But he didn’t need to know all that. 

“What about you?” He didn’t remove his head from your shoulder while he spoke.

“What about me?” Your eyelids were heavy and time seemed to fly past you.

“Do you have a person you always wanted to pull but never got the chance to or messed it up?” His question shook you awake, ripped you out of the soggy state your mind was in.

“I- I don’t think I have.”

Eddie could hear the nervous tone in your voice and removed his body from yours. He sat up straight and looked into your direction. A smirk was playing on his lips.

“Aw, don’t get shy on me now. I can hear it in your voice, there is something, or better someone, you didn’t tell me about.” 

You were wide awake now. Trying to come up with a lie, but your mind was blank. 

“Eddie, you know me better than anyone else. I can guarantee you that if there would be someone I’m interested in, you would be the first to know about it.” Trying to seem convincing you looked at him. 

There was a shit eating grin on his face. “You’re lying. I can’t believe you’re lying to me!” He pointed a finger at you. 

“I promise I’m not ly-”

“You want me to go first?” His white teeth flashing at you, he stopped you mid sentence. 

The both of you talked about everything and more than once you had to listen to the stories about the people he hooked up with or the horrible dates he went on. You wanted him to be happy, you really wanted but you couldn’t deny that everytime he told you about something like that, your heart broke into a million pieces.

But curiosity killed the cat and so you nodded at him. 

He shifted his body weight, leaning closer to you, almost laying his head on your belly while he looked up at you from underneath his long, dark lashes. 

Your heartbeat was going so fast that you were sure he could hear it. 

“Do you remember the day we all passed our math exam?”

A confused look painted your face and Eddie laughed at the sight.

“You, Gareth, Jeff and I wanted to celebrate. We were in the 8th grade and none of the other kids invited us to their party. God, we were such losers.” He laughed and let his head drop onto your stomach.

“We went to lover’s lake on our bikes, to go fucking skinny dipping. What a fucking stupid idea.”

You chuckled at the memorie. It was stupid, but it was also one of the best nights of your life. 

“We all got undressed and I was so nervous because-” He stopped and drew in a long breath. “Because I’ve had a crush on you for years and I was seconds away from seeing you naked.”

It felt like your heart stopped for a few seconds. With wide eyes you looked down at the man who still had his face buried into your stomach. You could feel his hot breath through your shirt and the way his lips curled into a playful smile. 

“We decided to keep our underwear on just in case any of the other kids would come around and steal our clothes and I was so glad we did that because, fuck.” His head turned back to you and his dark eyes stared right through you. 

“You gave me my first boner that night.”

Your jaw dropped and all you could do was stare at him in disbelief. His laugh halled through the small room.

“And from that night on, it was over for me. You had me wrapped around your finger and I didn’t even care. And as we grew older you got hotter every day. I mean, do you remember the outfit you wore when you went on to the date at the vanity fair? Jesus H. Christ, I don’t even remember which fucker you went there with but, fuck me. I never got so hard so fast.”

Heat was creeping up your body as you listened to his words. He was fucking insane. You could feel the familiar twists in your lower stomach as he spoke. Everything he said turned you on.

“So yeah, my answer is you. Even though I actually never really tried to pull you because I know you’re not into me.” The smile on his face became more gentle, like he was ready to face your disapproval of this whole situation. 

Still staring at him, you tried to hold yourself together. Your thighs were arching to press themselves together to get at least a little bit of friction. You didn’t need to move to feel that you were wet, you knew it.

“I’m sorry if this made you feel uncomfortable. I shouldn’t ha-”

“Summer, 9th grade of highschool. You invited me to watch your guys' band practice. It was hot as hell on this day and you wore an old Black Sabbath tank top. I watched you play. You were sweaty and your hair, which was shoulder length at this time, was wet.”

His doe eyes never left yours as you talked. You still remembered every detail of this day.

“You played the guitar and the veins on your arms were visible. I felt that tingling feeling in my stomach but didn’t know what it was.” A laugh escaped your lips as your eyes drifted to the ceiling. “I already had a crush on you but after this day? I was head over heels.”  

Eddie’s head almost bumped into your chin as he rushed to get into a sitting position again.

“Wait, are you serious?” Turning your head back to his, you nodded while pressing your lips together. 

He let out a few shaky breaths, he tried to speak but everytime he opened his mouth no words came out. 

“So your answer is the same as mine?” He spoke so fast you almost couldn’t make out what he said.

“Me? Sure, I always wanted to fuck myself. But, I’m pretty certain I already crossed that line a few times.” A smirk pulled at your lips as you watched his frustrated expression.

“No I- for fucks sacke. Why are you doing this to me?”

You laughed when he ran one of his hands through his brown locks. One of yours reached out to grab his chin and turned his face into your direction. 

“Yes, Eddie. My answer is you. I always wanted to pull you but I never tried because I was sure you only saw me as a friend.” The confidence you had seconds ago was gone. 

His eyes bored into yours. He looked down at your lips, just for a second but you didn’t miss it.

“Can- can I kiss you?” Eddie’s voice was silent, barely above a whisper.

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Not wasting another second he connected his lips with yours. At first it was slow, careful as if he was afraid to do something wrong. 

The two of you broke the kiss after a few short moments and just looked at each other. His chest was havening and you could feel his breath against your wet lips. 

“Can I do it again?”

“Yes, please.” 

In a heartbeat his lips were back on yours. With one hand he grabbed the side of your face and with the other he dug his fingers into your lower back, pulling you closer to him. A moan escaped you at his sudden eagerness. 

This kiss was sloppy and rough. His tongue made its way into your mouth and swallowed the next moan you couldn’t hold back. Moving your hands into his hair, you pulled him closer to you, making him groan.

The hand he had on your lower back moved, gripping the side of your thigh so he could lift it up and pull you onto his lap. As if you weren’t already the most turned on you have ever been, feeling his clothed erection between your thighs made an audible whimper leave your throat. 

He used the opportunity to let you of your mouth and made his way down your neck. Throwing your head back, you gave him better access to the sensitive skin. While marking your throat with his teeth and lips, his hands went to your waist and guided them into a rocking motion. 

The man moaned against your wet skin as your clothed core came in contact with his hard dick. 

You were dry humping, like some fucking teenagers but even now he could hear how wet you were and it drove him absolutly insane. Fingertips digging into your skin, he licked his way back up to your mouth and started to attack your lips with his once more. 

“I’ve waited so long for this.” He breathed between heated kisses. “I already know what I want to do to you, do you trust me, sweetheart?”

Hastingly nodding your head, one of your hands went down to his naked chest, lightly scratching your nails against his skin.

“Yes. Fuck, yes. You can do anything you want to me.” Eddie smirked into the kiss, he loved to hear your voice in such a desperate tone. 

“Alright, then let go of me, okay? Just for a sec while I-” You could hear him grunting as he tried to move away from you. Lifting your hips just a little, you could see what he wanted to do and your heartbeat picked up its pace. 

Sliding down his bed, he positioned himself underneath you. Your clothed pussy almost right above his face. He wiggled a few more times until he found a comfortable position and looked up at you, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. 

“You’re fucking breathtaking from this angle.” You whimpered at his words. Even though you were on top of him, you felt so helpless. He was in control and you loved the feeling of being at his mercy.

Without a warning he used one of his fingers to touch your heat through your underwear. Inhaling a sharp breath, you drew your eyebrows together and looked down at him. His eyes were fixed on the sight above him.

The wet patch that formed on the fabric covering your core turned him on more than he would’ve ever thought. A part of the cotton was slightly bleached and through the color difference he was able to see how wet you actually were. 

As his ears picked up at the sound your wet folds made as he touched them through your panties, his hips bucked up. “Fucking hell.” He muttered under his breath. 

Slowly, he hooked his finger underneath one side of the piece of clothing and revealed your wet cunt to himself. Not being able to hold back, a deep moan slipped from his lips, making your insides burn at the sound.

“So fucking pretty.” He whispered to himself as he let one of his fingers glide through your wetness. 

Your hands grabbed the headboard, looking desperately for something to hold on to. Eddie took his sweet time admiring you, taking in every inch of what he had in front of him; and as much as you loved him for that, you grew desperate. 

“Eddie.” You moaned his name, trying to give him the sign to finally do something. The man’s eyes shot up to yours. 

“So eager, darling? Guess I can’t keep you waiting any longer if you look at me like that.” With his left arm sneaking around your thigh he pulled your body down and made you sit on his face. 

The sensation hit you all at once. His nose against your clit, while his tongue was already licking through your folds, making you shudder above him. 

“Shit.” Was all you managed to say with your dry throat and your head in the clouds. 

Your nails dug into the wood of his headboard, fighting the urge to grind down against his face. His tongue lapped at your hole while his nose nudged against your clit, again and again and again. Wordless moans and high pitched sounds left your mouth. You were long gone, already on cloud nine. 

Pressing his fingers into the skin of your thigh, you were sure you would see an aftermath of that on the next day. His hands were the only thing that kept you grounded right now. Sitting on your best friends, Eddie fucking Munson’s, face, was maybe the best feeling you’ve ever expirienced. Actually you were pretty sure it was.

“You taste so fucking good.” His raspy voice moaned against your sensitive clit. “I’ve dreamed about this. About you sitting on my fucking face and moaning so loud that everyone can hear it. Fuck, sweetheart, you’re a fucking vision right now.”

His praising words made the knot in your stomach tighter. Not being able to resist any longer, you bucked your hips against his face and grinded against his wet mouth.

“Fuck yes, darling. Ride my face. Ride my face until you cum all over it.” In his words he pulled your body down even further. If you were able to form at least one clear thought you may would have been concerned about him not being able to breath. 

But to be honest, if this was the way Eddie would be going to die? He would be more than happy about it.

His groans and affirmative words sent vibrations through your whole body and you were not able to hold back any longer. 

Your whole body tensing above him, the coil in your abandoned snapped and you came undone on top of his face. You squeezed your thighs around his head, keeping him in place. As if he would have moved away from you now. 

One of your hands went to his hair and grabbed it. You pulled at the fistfull of dark locks and moaned his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear. 

Eddie was about to go crazy. His left leg twitched and his hips bucked up into the hot air around him. He was in heaven. He could feel his balls tightening and before he knew he cummed into his black sweatpants. 

His groaning and swearing rode you through your orgasm. The white noise in your ears finally fading out, you were able to hear the sounds, the man underneath you, made. Relaxing the muscles in your thighs, you freed him from the cage around his head.

But he still didn’t let go. Eager to taste every single drop of your release he kept his tongue buried in your cunt. 

You squealed at the overstimulation and light tears formed in your eyes.

“Eddie, please.” Hearing your wavering voice he stopped. His eyes, which he had closed to really savor your taste on his tongue, opened and he looked up at you.

You really were a sight to behold. The makeup on your face was slightly smudged, your lips were parted and swollen; breathing hard he was able to see your nipples through the shirt you still wore. Your eyes were shimmering with tears of overstimulation and your eyebrows were drawn together in pleasure.

A loving smile appeared on his face. 

“Are you alright?”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak so you just nodded your head and brought out a raspy laugh. The man laughed with you, not able to contain his happiness any longer.

“Oh, fuck me.” Was the first thing you said when you slowly lifted yourself off of him and let your tired body fall next to him.

“I think you’ll have to wait a little bit longer for that, sweetheart.” He breathed with a laugh.

Confused, you lifted your head and looked down at him. Your eyes widened at the picture in front of you.

“Did you cum in your pants?” You asked in disbelief. 

“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing. Of course I’ll cum in my pants when I have the most gorgeous person, to ever walk this earth, ride my fucking face. It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” He smiled at you. Genuine. 

You laughed at his words and shaked your head, so you would look up at the ceiling. Still high on the adrenalin which was pumping through your veins, you didn’t notice when Eddie got up and went out of the room. 

A few seconds later he came back with a wet washcloth, kneeled on the bed beside you and carefully cleaned you up. After this was done he got rid of his sweatpants and underwear. Not bothering to put on any fresh clothes, he got into the bed again and laid down beside you. 

One of his hands reached out and stroked your hot cheek. Slowly you turned your face into his direction. A warm smile was on his lips. The expression on his face was nothing less than pure adoration. He loved having you near him, especially now. He never thought he would be able to share such an intimate moment with you. 

He lifted his upper body forward, into your direction and held himself up on his elbow. He brought his face closer to yours and traced his nose over your soft skin. You could still smell yourself on him. 

“I never actually liked any of the people I’ve been with. I just thought they could distract me from you and the fact that we would never be more than just friends. And maybe also because I hoped that I could make you at least a little bit jealous.” He chuckled into your skin and a lovesick grin sneaked onto your face. 

“Well you did make me jealous. A lot actually. We are such idiots.” Your body was warm again. Not because it was summer, not because the AC was broken or because you just had the best orgasm of your life. The feeling of knowing that he liked you just the way you did, made you warm from the inside and all giddy. 

“I guess this is official then, huh?” His face drew back from yours, just enough that he was able to look into your eyes. 

“I think so, yeah.” Your right hand came up to move his messy hair out of his face. 

He leaned down and pressed a short but passionate kiss onto your lips.

“Thank God, I don’t have the strength to listen to another speech from Wayne, Gareth and Dustin about how we should finally talk about our feelings and stop acting like stupid teenagers.”

You giggled against his lips. “Well, it seems like we were the only people who didn’t notice, huh?”

“Probably. Jesus, they are never going to let go of the fact that they were right.”

“Well, credit to whom credit is due.”

You pulled him down into another kiss and for a second you thanked your stressful job for pushing you into a situation like this. 

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[maysileeewrites]

Favorite Nightmare Chapter 1 - Steve Harrington x fem!reader

series m.list || main masterlist

Summary: You’re forced to tutor Steve Harrington, the bane of your existence. What could possibly go wrong? 

Warnings/additional information: enemies to friends to lovers, lots of bantering, fluff and angst, eventual smut in later chapters, character study, Steve being a huge dork

This takes place right after the events of season 2, so Steve and Nancy have recently broken up, but before the Snow Ball. This is going to be a bit longer than my other works, we’re looking at 14 chapters and an epilogue.

I always try to make my writing as inclusive as possible, but for the premise of this story to work, the reader needs to be a science nerd. I hope that’s okay with you :)

Word Count: 3.7k 

A/N: Ahoy and welcome to the enemies to friends to lovers AU in which the reader tutors Steve that no one asked for! <3 Get comfy and grab a blanket and put on some music and enjoy your very own enemies to friends to lovers story with the one and only Steve Harrington :) 

Chapter 1 

You’re so focused on listening to Mrs. Williams talk about probability calculation that at first, you don’t even notice the crumpled up piece of paper landing on your desk. 

It’s only when suddenly someone pokes your back from behind that you lay down your pen and turn around to face a grinning Eddie Munson. 

„I’m trying to take notes here, Munson“, you whisper, already turning around again, but then Eddie pokes you again. You sigh, rolling your eyes in annoyance. 

„Oh come on, as if you don’t already know all of this because you already worked through all the chapters on probability calculation in our textbook“, Eddie says, flashing you another grin, totally unfazed by your sour expression. 

„I just like to be prepared, know what we’re studying before class, but - „ 

„Mr. Munson, Miss Y/L/N, if you could kindly resume your conversation after class is over“, Mrs. Williams interrupts you in an irritated tone, pointedly looking at you and Eddie, causing you to flush a deep red. 

„Y-yes, of course Mrs. Williams“, you stutter, feeling your palms start to sweat. You can hear people whispering to each other, you can feel their stares on you. If you’d dare to turn around, you’d be able to see Eddie still looking at you with a shit-eating grin on his face, not caring at all that Mrs. Williams just called him out in front of the whole class. Of course he doesn’t care. Eddie Munson doesn’t care what other people think of him, at least not when it comes to people who don’t know him personally. 

It’s one of his qualities you’ve always admired. You wish that you could say the same thing about yourself, say that you don’t care what others think about you, but as it is, you can still feel people’s stares burn into your back. Your cheeks are growing hot and you’re sure that you look as red as a tomato right now. 

It’s been a long time since you’ve been called out in class, you can’t even remember the last time it happened. It must have been in middle school, when you hadn’t cared as much about your grades as you do now. 

„Hey“, Eddie whispers, poking you in the shoulder again. This time, you don’t turn around, keeping your gaze fixed on Mrs. Williams, who has turned around to write down equations on the blackboard. 

You pick up your pen again, ready do write down the equations Mrs. Williams is currently explaining, but Eddie just pokes you again. Knowing that Eddie is not going to relent until he gets what he wants, you sigh frustratedly and reach for the crumpled up piece of paper, straightening it out until you can read the hastily scrawled down message Eddie has written. 

Harrington looks a bit like a downer lately, doesn’t he?

You shake your head, rolling your eyes in annoyance. You can hear Eddie chuckle behind you and tighten your grip on your pen in response. Eddie knows that you don’t like Steve Harrington - hell, him and Robin have listened to all of your angry vents about the rude and unlikeable douchebag that is Steve Harrington, so you can’t really understand why he has to bother you with this now, in class, when you’d very much just like to listen to Mrs. Williams and not think about assholes like Harrington. 

Still, you can’t help but chance a glance in Harrington’s direction. Just like Eddie, Harrington is not even pretending to pay attention to class, staring out the window, and distractedly running a hand through his stupid hair. Unlike Eddie, who’s not paying attention to class because he’s busy distracting you, Harrington has this blank expression on his face, biting his lip absent-mindedly. He blinks harshly, as if the sun outside is too bright for him and turns around again.

Before he can catch you staring at him, you hastily return your attention to your own desk. 

Eddie pokes you again, as if to say: ‚So?‘, and you shrug, scribbling down Yeah, I guess so on the piece of paper, before positioning it so that Eddie can read it as well. 

You’re more than ready to stop thinking about Steve Harrington - he’s already occupied your mind way too much back in middle school, with him constantly teasing you, calling you names like Einstein or Curie or just nerd, so there’s no need to spend any more unnecessary thoughts on him now -, but then another piece of paper lands on your table and you sigh in defeat, before picking it up. 

I guess the break-up with Wheeler really did a number on him, huh? 

You shrug, scribbling down an I guess, before pointedly slamming down your textbook on the piece of paper. You pick up your pen again and try to concentrate once more on the equations Mrs. Williams has written down on the blackboard. 

As you try to write down all the equations in a hurry, because Mrs. Williams is already reaching for the sponge, you can’t help but think that Eddie is right. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Steve Harrington be so quiet and reversed and, well, sad, as he’s been these last few days. 

The break-up with Nancy Wheeler really did do a number on him, Eddie is right about that. You’d never have thought that a guy like Steve Harrington - vain, popular jock with his group of idiot friends - would fall for someone like Nancy Wheeler, the brainy girl next door. Not that you particularly care about Steve Harrington’s love life. Seeing him and Wheeler together - seeing Harrington literally being over the moon for Wheeler, looking at her with so much admiration and love in his eyes - just really surprised you, that’s all. 

You shake your head, biting down hard on your lip. You chance one last glance in Harrington’s direction - he’s still sitting here with his pen in his hand, not writing anything down, just staring straight ahead, still with that blank expression on his face - before you force your thoughts to return to the maths lesson. 

The rest of the lesson passes by in a blur, thankfully with your thoughts wholly focused on the equations on the blackboard, and no more distracting notes from Eddie either. 

„And read through chapters nine to twelve in your textbooks before our next lesson“, Mrs. Williams says after the bell has sounded, raising her voice to be heard over the immediate chatter that breaks out. 

„You’ll want to be prepared for the next lesson“, Mrs. Williams adds, putting a special emphasis on prepared, but you’re not sure how many people besides yourself have heard her. Eddie certainly hasn’t, because he slides up next to you with a grin on his face. 

„So“, he says, watching as you tack your notes into your folder, before stuffing your folder and your textbook into your backpack, „what do you think?“ 

„About having to study for a maths test on top of studying for that physics test on Friday and working on my history presentation which I have to do next Monday? Yeah, it’ll be fun“, you say, though you know that’s not what Eddie meant. You’re just not in a mood to talk about Harrington - or think about him yet again. 

„Wait, what maths test?“, Eddie says ,frowning, as you slide your backpack over your shoulders. 

„Oh Munson, you truly are a lost cause“, you tease. 

„Hey!“, Eddie says, playfully jabbing your shoulder. 

„We can study together again, if you’d like“, you offer and Eddie’s expression visibly softens. 

„But only if you don’t try to confuse me even further with all your long-winded explanations again“, Eddie says, grinning. 

„Long-winded? I’m just trying - „ 

„Miss. Y/L/N, if I could please have a word with you“, Mrs. Williams says, just as you and Eddie are passing her desk. You stop, shooting Eddie a panicked look, before turning around to face your teacher. 

Is this about your conversation with Eddie in class? But why does she only want to talk to you, and not Eddie as well? Chancing a glance at Eddie, you can see him looking at you, shrugging, as if to say fuck if I know what she wants. 

„And you too, Mr. Harrington please“, Mrs. Williams says, just as Steve Harrington is making his way to the door. He stops in his tracks and walks back to Mrs. William’s desk, the confused expression on his face mirroring your own bewilderment. 

What could Mrs. Williams possibly want to say to you and Steve Harrington? 

For a moment, your eyes meet Harrington’s brown ones. You notice how much warmer his eyes seem, now that the blankness is gone from his gaze. Briefly, you wonder if his eyes have always been that deep, soft chocolate brown, until you mentally shake your head at yourself. This is Steve Harrington - the guy who relentlessly made fun of you in middle school, not to mention the scrunchie incident or, worse yet, the food tray incident on your first day at Hawkins Middle School. 

His eyes may be beautiful, but the rest of him, especially the inside, isn’t. 

„Mr. Munson, I will see you again on Friday“, Mrs. Williams pointed voice startles you out of your thoughts and you blink, hastily redirecting your gaze to Eddie and Mrs. Williams. 

„You’d do well to work through chapters nine to twelve of your textbook until then“, Mrs. Williams  adds, raising her eyebrows at Eddie. 

Eddie nods, ignoring the help me! you mouth at him. „Sure“, is all he says, grinning, before mouthing a see you later in your direction and walking out of the room, leaving you alone with Steve Harrington and Mrs. Williams. 

„You’re probably wondering why I want to talk to you both“, Mrs. Williams says, once Chrissy Cunningham and Jason Carver have left the room as well. 

You both nod. 

„Well“, Mrs. Williams says, sighing, before looking at Harrington, „Mr. Harrington, I think we both know that you’ll have a tough time getting into college if your grades won’t pick up again.“ 

Harrington just nods, running a hand through his hair, mussing it up even more, but you can see the color flaring up his cheeks. And even though you’ve spent a decade cursing his existence, you can’t help but feel bad for him in this moment. If you were going through a tough phase, your grades as bad as Harrington’s apparently are, you wouldn’t want your teacher to discuss it with another student either. 

„I’ve talked to your other teachers, and you’re close to failing physics and chemistry as well. If you want to get into college, you need to turn your grades around now, Mr. Harrington.“ 

„Yes, I - I’m aware, Mrs. Williams“, Harrington says in a small voice. 

Your eyes flit back and forth between Harrington and Mrs. Williams, wondering what all of that has to do with you. 

As if she’s read your thoughts, Mrs. Williams turns around to face you, leveling her piercing stare at you. „As it just so happens, these are exactly the subjects Y/N excels at“, Mrs. Williams says and your eyes widen in shock. 

Surely she can’t mean - 

„I think you’d both benefit greatly from you tutoring Steve, Y/N“, Mrs. Williams says and it takes a moment for the words to truly sink in. When they do, you bite down hard on your lip to stop yourself from saying - no, shouting - no! immediately. 

„But - but why?“, you say instead, ignoring Harrington’s burning gaze. 

„The freshmen you’ve tutored so far have all benefited greatly from it“, Mrs. Williams says, completely unfazed by the matching shocking expressions on your and Harrington’s faces. „You’d also earn a lot of extra credit from it. And, if Mr. Harrington’s grades really were to improve, it would guarantee you a place in Bloomington’s Students Research team next spring. I’ve already spoken to Dr. Greene, the research coordinator, and she’s agreed to give you a spot on next spring’s team if Mr. Harrington’s grades improve.“ 

You tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, trying very hard not to look at Harrington. You don’t know what to say to Mrs. Williams. You were more than ready to say no to her suggestion, even to turn down her offer of extra credit, but now that she’s dangling a guaranteed spot on Bloomington’s Students Research team in front of you, you don’t know what to do. 

You’ve been dreaming of a spot on one of Bloomington’s Students Research team ever since you were a little kid. You’ve always loved science and the idea behind the research teams - twenty high school juniors and seniors from all over Indiana coming together at Bloomington’s for two weeks, researching and experimenting with renowned scientists. Anyone who’s ever been on one of these teams is basically guaranteed a spot at a renowned university later on. 

You’d give anything for a spot on one of these annual research teams - or so you’ve always said. Eddie and Robin always tease you in a friendly way for your ambition and Robin’s jokingly told you once or twice to be careful what you wish for. 

And now, here you are: the one thing you’ve always wished for being offered to you on a silver platter - but with Steve Harrington, the bane of your existence, attached to it. 

At least one thing is for certain, you think as you nervously play with the hem of your shirt: Eddie and Robin are going to have a fucking blast when you tell them about this conversation later. You can just imagine their reactions, Robin will probably try to be serious, but dissolve into laughter the moment she sees your done in expression and Eddie - 

„So, what do you say?“, Mrs. Williams says, startling you out of your thoughts. 

„Sure“, Harrington says, shrugging, „if Y/N’s in, I’m in as well.“ Your eyes widen in shock and you can’t help but glance at Harrington, who’s looking at you with an expression in his chocolate brown eyes that you can’t quite decipher. 

You hastily glance away again, clearing your throat, trying to pretend as if it hasn’t affected you at all that this is probably the first time in years that Steve Harrington has called you by your real name. You’re not sure if he’s ever actually called you by your first name, in middle school he only ever called you names like Einstein, Curie or nerd and when he thankfully stopped relentlessly teasing you and bothering you with his presence in high school, he only ever called you by your last name - not that you two ever had much to say to each other. 

„I - „ you say, the word heavy on your tongue. You clear your throat, glancing at Mrs. Williams and then at Harrington. Mrs. Williams is looking at you expectantly, but you still can’t quite decipher the look in Harrington’s eyes. If you didn’t know better - if this wasn’t Steve Harrington, the boy relentlessly making fun of you in middle school, you’re talking about - you’d almost say that he looks vulnerable, afraid even. But of what? Of you rejecting Mrs. Williams’ offer? 

„I - uh … „, you say again, and now you’re aware that you’re stalling, but you can’t help it. You really don’t know what to do - you want to be on the research team more than anything, but are you really willing to go through the nightmare that tutoring Harrington is for sure going to be for that? 

Looking at Harrington again - who is running a hand through his stupid hair yet again - you decide to fuck it. You’re not going to pass up on this amazing opportunity just because of Harrington. 

Trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in your stomach - what if he immediately becomes the mean boy from middle school, once you two are out of your teachers’ eyes, again? What if there is a repeat of the scrunchie incident? What if he immediately starts pointing out all your fears and insecurities again? - you turn to look at Mrs. Williams. 

Doing your best to ignore Harrington’s burning gaze, you say: „Sure, I’m in.“ 

Mrs. Williams smiles. „Wonderful!“ 

You force yourself to smile back at her, although you can’t help but feel as if you’ve just made a deal with the devil. 

„Uh, why do you look as if you’re ready to kill someone?“, Robin asks you cautiously, raising her eyebrows at you. 

„Wait, who’s getting killed?“, Eddie asks, not bothering to look up from his notebook in which he scribbles down anything D&D related. You’ve often thought that if he even cared half as much about schoolwork as he does about anything D&D related, he’d have no trouble at all getting good grades. 

„Let me guess - Harrington?“, Robin says and you can’t help but scowl as you sit down next to her and Eddie at the library table. You three always meet up on Tuesday afternoons to study together, though more often than not you just end up chatting about whatever’s on your mind, not getting all that much actual studying done. 

„Harrington?“, Eddie says, closing his notebook, his interest immediately piqued. „Wait, you still haven’t told me what Mrs. Williams wanted to talk to you and Harrington about!“, he adds accusatory, leaning forward to look at you. 

You frown. 

It’s not your fault that after your conversation with Mrs. Williams, Harrington held you up until break was over, making you late for your last class of the day. You two walked out of Mrs. Williams’ classroom together, a heavy, uncomfortable silence between you. The moment the door to Mrs. Williams’ classroom had fallen shut behind you, you’d turned to go, not wanting to spend another moment longer in Harrington’s presence. You were already regretting agreeing to Mrs. Williams’ offer. 

„Y/N, wait, please“, Harrington had said in a small voice and you’d turned around to see him looking at you with a vulnerable expression in his brown eyes. 

„What?“, you’d said in the most unpleasant voice you could muster, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Though it has been years since Harrington last teased you and called you names in middle school, you immediately felt like that helpless, vulnerable little kid again. You even took a step back, unconsciously touching your hair, as if you were just waiting for a repeat of the scrunchie incident. 

„I just - look, I know that you don’t like me“, Harrington had said and you couldn’t help but snort at his words. I know you don’t likeme was one way to describe the years of bottled-up resentment and anger you felt towards Harrington for all these moments in which he made you feel small and stupid. 

„I just - I … „, Harrington paused, seemingly put off by your reaction. You only raised your eyebrows at him and he gulped. „I - I know that there are probably a thousand other things you’d rather be doing, and I totally get that, but - I mean, I know how much the Bloomington research teams mean to you and I … „, he paused again, running a hand through his hair again, mussing it up even more. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the action - Harrington and his stupid hair -, though you had to wonder how Harrington knew about Bloomington. You sure as hell had never mentioned it to him. Maybe he’d just overheard you and Eddie and Robin talking about it. 

„And I’d totally understand if you don’t want to do this after all“, Harrington said, awkwardly gesturing between you and him. „But, uh - I guess I just wanted to say that I’d totally get it if you don’t want to do this, but that I’d also be incredibly grateful if you do decide to, uh, help me out. And I - I’m not going to stand in the way of you and Bloomington.“ 

„Um, okay?“, was all you could think of saying. You’d never seen Steve Harrington act so insecure - rambling, nervously glancing at you, running his hands through his hair. 

„I just - I wanted you to know that I’m not the same kid I was in middle school“, Harrington said, looking at you with an intensity in his brown eyes that almost made you shiver. 

„Uh, hello, earth to Y/N, you still with us?“, Robin’s voice, and her waving her hand in front of your face, brings you back to the present. 

„What - oh, yeah“, you say, trying to push the memory of your conversation with Steve away. After his awkward declaration of not being the same mean bully he’d been in middle school anymore, there’d been another moment of awkward silence between you two, until Harrington had cleared his throat and asked you when you’d have time for tutoring sessions. Just when the bell had started to ring, you’d finally agreed on Thursday and Friday afternoons, and late Monday mornings every other week. 

„So?“, Eddie asks you pointedly, „what did Mrs. Williams want?“ 

„Please don’t remind me“, you say, burying your head in your hands, but when Robin pats you on the shoulder, it all comes rushing out of you in seconds. 

„And now I’m stuck with having to tutor Harrington for who knows how long!“, you finish, sighing frustratedly. Robin and Eddie both look at you with sympathetic expressions on their faces, but you can see the smile tugging at the corners of Eddie’s lips. This isn’t the first time you’ve vented about Steve Harrington to them and with the prospect of you having to tutor him at least twice a week, it sure as hell won’t be the last. 

„How on earth did I deserve this?“, you whine, wanting to revel in your self-pity for a moment longer, but then Eddie starts laughing. 

You glower at him and Eddie tries his best to contain his laughter, pressing his knuckles to his mouth. „I’m sorry, it’s just - you? Tutoring Harrington?“, Eddie says, with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

„It’s not like it was my idea, Munson“, you say, scowling, crossing your arms in front of your chest. 

Eddie laughs. „I know. I’m just wondering how long it’ll take until you’ll try to strangle him.“ 

The Bloomington’s Students Research team is something I made up, as I needed a reason for the reader to agree to tutor Steve, even though she immensely dislikes him in the beginning of the story. (I am going to explore the history between Steve and the reader in more detail. Just not immediately.) Also, the American High School system is kinda (a lot, tbh) confusing to me, so please feel free to tell me / correct me if I messed anything up here! 

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Fall of 94′: Eddie Munson x Black Fem Reader Chapter 10

summary:

it’s been nearly 8 years since the events of hawkins and out of the entire party, the only one to stay behind is the one and only eddie munson. with a five year old daughter in tow, his life is a simple one, still trying to escape the dark cloud over him that never went away.

but when all too familiar hellish events start happening again eddie must team up with his daughter’s favorite and mysterious new teacher to protect his little girl and the town he owes nothing to.

word count:2,599

warnings: violence,  gore, religious trauma, soft dom! eddie, discussions of mental health and ptsd, praise kink,  childhood trauma, smut,  hawkins, indiana is a warning to me.  

warnings for this chapter: injuries, cpr, discussions of mental health, praise kink, consenting penetrative sex, pinv, oral f receiving, telekinetic sex, edging, use of pet names, protected sex ( be safe people!) 

minors dni, I check.

We have reached our season finale! Thank you for reading Fall of 94 and I can’t wait to see you next season :)

Make sure you read the entire thing..... wouldn’t want to miss something ;)

“I’m okay, I was just resting my eyes.” You said to Eddie, slowly opening your eyes to find yourself no longer in Eddie’s arms but in the middle of the road.

“Eddie, where are you?” You called.

Instead of an answer, you were met by someone nervously clearing their throat and a pair of white tennis shoes.

You looked up to see none other than the cheerleader from the road standing in front of you, holding out a hand to help you up.

Chrissy Cunningham.

“Oh god, am I dead?”

“No, not yet anyway. We don’t have much time, I need to show you something.” She said and this time, you took her hand and got your feet.

“But Eddie, I need to know if he’s okay first.”

 Chrissy gave your hand a comforting squeeze and smiled sadly.

“Don’t worry, Eddie’s got you.”

No.

Absolutely fucking not.

“You don’t get to just die, not now, not after this shit, you hear me?”

 Eddie focused through his fear, checking your still non existent pulse for the third time. The sun was nearly up, he was sweating but he started the chest compressions again, hands interlocked in the center of your chest, using all of his body weight to pump your chest, counting aloud. 

“I really don’t want to explain the concept of death to a five year old, please breathe!” He said, sealing your mouth with his and exhaled air into your lungs. He watched your chest rise with each rescue breath, only to fall again, he checked for a pulse, only for the same result.

He couldn’t stop.

So he started again.

And again.

And again.

This was bad.

Everyone made it out last time, what was different this time?

He was just out of the hospital the last time, the final time they went against Vecna. He did what was told then, hung back and kept Dustin from running headfirst into danger while everyone else became heroes.

Eddie Munson was no hero.

When the fighting was finished, graduation came and gone,  the panic attacks started and the recklessness to alleviate his pain took flight in his trips to and from Hawkins.  He hid his pain from his friends who started their own new chapters while his own were starting to mirror his old man’s.

He wasn’t even there when Rosie was born, or there when she was left on Wayne’s doorstep. He was terrified then but he focused through his fear, took far too many parenting classes, signed up for every first aid class just in case his nine month old decided to take up boxing. 

It would be easy to say that Rosie put him back on the right path, saved him, but that was wrong. A child is not supposed to be a fix-all, and Rosie wasn’t a human bandaid on years of mental and physical trauma.

But in order for his little girl to be the best version of herself he had to be the best version of himself, or at least a version that could start to heal.

 In order to heal, he had to try.

 In order to try, he had to get help and that scared him.

He was scared every time Rosie left his presence, but this, right now, wasn’t just fear.

This was helplessness, a certain brand of helplessness he hadn’t felt since that night in 86. 

This was all his fault.

He should have never come back here.

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry,  please wake up! “Eddie yelled, tears starting to cloud his vision as he found himself  at the end of a cycle, shaking fingers against your neck, waiting and praying to anyone and anything that the outcome would change.

And the outcome was nothing.

And then, something. 

There was a weak pulse beneath his fingertips.

He nearly cheered at that, the first part of a twofold victory completed.

You still weren’t breathing.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked Chrissy as you walked in comfortable silence, however comfortable a walk with a dead person could be.

“We’re not far now, promise.” She said by way of an answer.

“Can you at least tell me where we are?”

“Somewhere in between, not quite Hawkins, not quite the other place.” 

So not hell, heaven, or purgatory, that was good news.

Chrissy led you up a hill before finally stopping at the very top, an inch away from the edge.

“We’re here.” She said quietly, pointing over the cliff.

Chrissy’s grip on your hand tightened as you peered over the edge to see all of Hawkins beneath you, every street, house, and parking lot covered in glowing red holes in the ground.

Just like the gate.

“Are those gates?”

“When El closed the gates eight years ago and destroyed the one you know as Vecna, something changed in Hawkins, something dead. I can’t move on from this place like I’m supposed to and neither can anyone else who dies in Hawkins. Every single death since Vecna’s has opened a new gate into the Upside Down.”

Well, fuck.

“So I have to close all these gates before the dead can move on and before anything else crawls out and destroys the town?”

Chrissy nods and before you can reply, there’s a rumbling beneath your feet.

“Another gate is opening, we gotta go!”

Chrissy leads you back down the hill and you both run back to the place where she found you.

“This is as far as I can go for now, but you’ll find your way back. Can you do something for me?” She asked, the rumbling getting worse, the road shifting beneath your feet. 

“Anything.”

 “ Tell Eddie it wasn’t his fault and he doesn’t have to be sad anymore. Tell him, I heard him play.”

“I will, I promise.” You said firmly and Chrissy pulled you into a hug, turning you away from the crumbling road, getting closer to you both.

“What happens now?”

“You breathe.” Chrissy whispered.

And you did.

Well sort of, it was more one choking gasp after another but you did breathe, coughing and sputtering while someone gently rolled you on your side and rubbed your back. 

“You’re okay, you’re okay, just breathe. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere so you just keep breathing, okay?”

You knew that voice. 

Opening tired eyes, you saw Eddie’s tear stained face in front of yours, the morning sun behind him.

You were back.

“You’re okay… you’re okay right?” You said, lifting a hand that he took, kissing your knuckles.

“You’re the one who almost died and you’re asking me if I’m fine?”  Eddie asked with a laugh that quickly turned into crying as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I almost lost you.” He whispered as you stroked his hair.

“But you didn’t, you saved my life.” You kissed his forehead.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Eddie picked you up as gently as possible off the forest floor and headed back to the car.  He wrapped you in his jacket before buckling you in, shaky hands closing the door.

“Next stop, Hawkins Memorial.” He said, pulling back onto the main road.

“Wait, no, Eddie, I don't need a hospital. What time is it?” You looked back at the clock.

“ Your heart stopped, you’re going to get checked out angel.”

“ It’s barely 7, you gotta go pick up Rosie.” 

“So I’ll pick her up and take you to the hospital, problem solved.”

“Eddie, Carver is dead, you can’t be seen anywhere a police car might be. I’m fine.” You said and even you can’t believe that lie.

“Okay, everything hurts and I think you might have bruised two of my ribs but you can just drop me off there. There’s so much I have to tell you but for now, go do something normal for a change. You got me through the hard part, this I can handle alone. Now go be a dad.”

It takes some convincing but he drops you off at the emergency room away from the cameras with the promise to call him once you’ve been by a doctor.

You wait until he’s out of sight before you turn right around and painfully head toward a pay phone instead. The first call is to the school, telling them you’ll be out sick, the next to check on your car at the mechanic, and the third to a cab to take you back to your own apartment.

You had enough of being poked and prodded by doctors for a lifetime and this wasn’t the first time you had your ribs broken.  Eddie had been through enough tonight, you could take care of yourself. 

Your apartment was just as you left it but you couldn’t help but feel that Eddie’s couch was more of a home to you then this place.

You had saved the world but still ended up just as alone as you started.

But Hawkins was safe, at least for the next hour. 

Your reward would be bandages and a hot shower.

ONE MONTH LATER.

“How many gates are we talking about here? Two? Three?”

“More like fifty.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

So, your first date with Eddie was going great, spaghetti, candles, you finally telling Eddie about the gates just sorta slipped out.

“Eddie-

“How are you supposed to close that many gates, you nearly died closing one!”

With a sigh you put your glass down.

“I know, and we will figure it out, together, just not tonight. Tonight, we are normal people on a normal date.” You said from your place on the couch.

“Don’t think I’ll be able to watch Lady and The Tramp with the threat of imminent doom hanging over my head, sweetheart.” He said.

You smirked, getting up from the couch to straddle Eddie, his hands settling around your ass.

“I can think of something that will take your mind off it.” You said, catching Eddie’s lips in a searing kiss.

“ I bet you can, angel.”

You kissed down his neck as he carried you to the bedroom, kicking it closed.

“ Are you sure you’re okay with this? ” Eddie asked, eyes concerned, gently placing you on the bed as he waited for you to speak.

“I’m okay with this, are you okay with this?” You said, waiting for verbal consent before going any further.

“I’m more than okay with this, I’m gonna take such good care of you, if you’ll let me.” Eddie said with a smile.

“Show me how good, Mr. Munson.” You whispered, unbuttoning his shirt.

With each button of your dress Eddie undoes, he kisses the spot, nipping at your brown skin all the way down your body while you undo his belt and pants with your mind, stroking his cock through his boxers with one hand, wiping your nose with the other.  You can feel him getting harder with each item of clothing he removes from you, saving your panties for last.

“ Can I take care of you, angel? ” Eddie asked, sliding your underwear down to your ankles.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what beautiful?” He repeated, slipping one finger inside you, cold ring against your clit, a soft moan escaping you.

“Yes, please.”

“That’s it, good girl. “  Another two slips in and you whimper, shaking against his pumping fingers while he finishes what you started, relieving himself of his boxers and rolling a condom on his cock.

“Don’t stop, Eddie.” You begged, hand on the back of his head as he switched from his fingers to his tongue, flitting over your clit. He eats you plenty, every single yelp goading him on, your toes curling on the bed.

“You’re fucking soaked pretty girl and we’re just getting started.” Eddie said, sliding you forward on the bed, hands pinning you to the bed.  His cock enters you, teasingly slow till you’re all but  panting beneath him.

“Eddie, please!”

“You want this cock gorgeous?”

“I do.”  You said, back arching in anticipation as he teased you again before fully thrusting into your swollen pussy, increasing in speed.

 He barely notices as things from your nightstand start to slowly float off the table the longer you fuck.

“ That’s my girl, cum for me, you can do it, I’m right here.” He soothed, lips crashing on yours as you bucked beneath him.

“ Fuck Eddie, I probably should have mentoned this-”  You cut off, letting an orgasm take hold, pleasure wracking your body as you came, slowly but surely levitating you both off the bed, inch by inch.

“Holy shit, are you doing this?” He asked in  wonder as you stayed floating, giving him a weak nod.

“Whatever you do, don’t stop.” You whispered.

“That I can manage, god you’re fucking amazing, angel.”  Eddie muttered, increasing in speed and pressure until his back almost touches the fucking ceiling. He holds you tightly as you finish, slowly lowering you both back down to the bed.

With a kiss on your cheek, Eddie pulled out of your dripping cunt, cleaning you both off with a nearby towel and wrapped the sheets around you both, quietly. 

“You okay?” You asked, pulling him close and bringing your forehead to his.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you before.” Eddie said.

“ You mean to tell me that everyone doesn’t fly during sex? This is news to me.” You joked. He smiled before laying his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

“You know you’re a hero right?” You asked.

Eddie looked up at you, starting to shake his head but you stopped him.

“You saved a kid, hit and shot a monster repeatedly, and saved my life. That makes you a hero Eddie Munson and Hawkins deserves to know the truth.”

“You know the truth and that’s enough for now.” He said, slipping an arm around your waist.

You knew what was coming, the battle that lay ahead, but for now you were content with the metalhead who fell asleep to the sound of the heart he begged to beat not one month ago.

For now, you were happy. 

And that was enough. 

THE END.

 JUST KIDDING HERE’S A POST CREDIT SCENE.

“Daddy, what’s hooky?” Rosie asked.

“It’s what you and I are playing today, munchkin! I have the day off so you and I are going to spend the day together, no school, what do you say?”

Rosie squealed in excitement.

“Can we go to the park? And then get ice cream?” Rosie asked.

“ We can do whatever you want, princess.” Eddie said happily, returning to the kitchen to make breakfast, halfway through the eggs when he heard a crash in the living room and came running.

One of Rosie’s porcelain dolls lay in pieces in the middle of the floor.

“Rosie, what have we talked about being careful? I’m not mad, I’m not upset, we both just need to be more careful next time, okay?” Eddie said, sweeping up the glass before Rosie could get any closer.

“It wasn’t me Daddy, honest! ”  Rosie said, shaking her head.

Eddie knelt in front of his daughter, concerned. 

“Then who did? You can tell me baby, I won’t be upset with anything you say you tell me as long as you tell me.” Eddie said, his heart beating out of his chest at Rosie’s distressed face.

“He said I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“He who, Rosie?”

“ My friend Henry, he’s standing right behind you.”

SEASON 2 IS COMING SOON.

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High Temperature

✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: sick, fainting

➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm.

↷ SUMMARY ↶

Next time, Iwaizumi will strangle you for your stupidity for sure.

You’re sick–the only word to summarize the symptoms you’re currently having. Opening your eyes, you felt your head heavy as if was stuffed with cotton instead of being refreshed like usual. Soon, you noticed on how only with a slight breeze your body shivered instinctively even if you’re buried under thick layers of blanket.

Someone could fry themselves from how hot it would be under there, but you were your best in terms of health currently and it already answered a thousand questions. However, rather than calling the teacher you would be absent for today, you decided to be a complete moron and just went on to school like you always do as if it was nothing.

And you instantly regret the idea, cursing yourself for your stupidity while doing so–it was tremendously hard to focus on class, your body felt really sluggish even though you didn’t move an inch from your desk, worst every part of your body was now in pain from the strain you put it.

Iwaizumi certainly didn’t miss this–usually you’re sitting up straight on your seat, writing, or even reading something. But this time, you’re slumped against the desk, chest rising in faster pace than the normal ones. However, school was more hectic than usual and he found the only class he shared with you for the day was homeroom.

He decided to confront you at practice in order to kick you out–an extremely well-made plan and he would take no for an answer. As he thought, you’re in the middle of writing notes on the bench–face flushed unhealthily from the normal one. And it’s not only him who noticed how unwell you were–the whole team did. Good, he would have everyone agree on sending you home and you couldn’t argue about it.

“You’re having a freaking fever, [Name],” Hanamaki is usually playful, but this time his voice was stern when you offered him the water bottle. “You have to go home.”

“Get some rest,” Matsukawa nodded in agreement, brows furrowing in concern. “One day off practice isn’t the end of the world. You could just catch up the next day, we’ll fill you in.”

“The prelims are in a week and I can’t afford to slack off either,” you protested.

“You’re not slacking off, you’re sick.” Oikawa remarked, the usual teasing and lightness in his voice being forgotten at the moment. “That’s different.”

“Hajime, tell them I’m fine-“

Iwaizumi knew you would turn to seek for an argument from him in the end, but he once never expected for you to crumpled right in front of him so suddenly. Thankfully, his reflexes saved you from hitting the ground–an arm around your back. Instantly, the place was in chaos from how panic was quick to spread.

“Shit!” Oikawa cursed, dropping his water bottle and immediately kneeled down beside your figure.

“Someone get a clean towel and cold water!” Iwaizumi barked to anyone who could hear him. “We have to cool her down!”

Watari was the first one to snapped out of his panic-induced haze, and he instantly scrambled to reach for his bag. Kindaichi and Kunimi bolted towards the entrance, searching for Coach Irihata, Coach Mizoguchi, or whoever teacher’s around.

Iwaizumi tried to fix his hold around you as gentle as possible–he wouldn’t want to have you draped over his lap because of respectful purposes, however this time he decided to ignore it. Your head was leaning heavily on his shoulder, forehead resting on his neck.

The temperature you’re radiating felt as if it burned him–it was frightening. Even in your unconscious state, you’re having trouble with breathing, your skin was extremely pale, some strands of your hair stuck onto your skin from how you’re drenched in cold sweat.

“We have to go to the hospital at this rate,” Matsukawa muttered, voice grim. “Her condition is way worse than before.”

“Here’s a few jackets, senpai!” Yahaba dropped onto his knees, in his hands were their team jacket piled up. Oikawa muttered a thank you before taking the jackets, wrapping you up to keep you warm. Watari approached and quietly handed a cool towel he’s searching for, Iwaizumi accepted it and immediately placed it upon your burning forehead–hoping it would cool you down.

After a few moments, Kyotani burst into the gym–heavily panting as if he ran a mile. Still, he managed to jogged towards the little circle formed in the gym. Wordlessly, he slapped a package of cooling patch for fevers down to Hanamaki’s hand. The pink-haired boy wasted no time to rip the package open and pulled one out.

“Oikawa, here’s a cooling patch.” Oikawa removed the cover sticker and reached out to push some strands of your hair away, he then gently put the patch onto your forehead–replacing the warm towel.

It seemed to work because your harsh panting started to subsided a little bit. At the same time, Kunimi and Kindaichi arrived back at the gym with Coach Irihata and Coach Mizoguchi on tow.

“How did this happen?” Coach Irihata asked, kneeling beside Iwaizumi to check on you. “Go to the infirmary, I already made sure the school’s doctor is there.”

“She’s feeling unwell since morning but still refused to go home even with a fever,” Oikawa explained gruffly–knowing he would give you an earful once you get better.

Iwaizumi didn’t say anything, instead he immediately slipped an arm under your knees and lifted you up–jogging towards the infirmary with the rest of the team on tow.

.

.

“What should you say to us, dear manager?” Oikawa questioned and giving you a smile, the smile which hold his annoyance.

You wished you could shrink down to your bed or praying that the ground suddenly opened up to swallowed you from existence. You laughed nervously, scratching your cheek lightly while doing so–which earned series of pointed glares directed towards you.

You sighed in resignation. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop trying to send us to early cardiac arrest, dumbass.” Iwaizumi scolded, hitting your forehead lightly with his fist. It’s been a day since you’re admitted to the infirmary, thankfully the doctor said that you only needed rest–she even wrote you an absence letter for your homeroom teacher.

Currently it was afternoon right after class, and the team decided to visit you in your home. Coach Irihata excused them from practice today so they could check up on you. So, here you were, in your room with the boys piling in.

It was fortunate that your house was a traditional Japanese home–your room was wide enough for them and with only slide of the shoji door on the right, it connected to the porch so they wouldn’t suffocate in a secluded place. You sat on the futon, thick blanket draped on your shoulders while another one covered your waist down.

“It was scary,” Matsukawa commented, frowning as he did so. “You passed out so suddenly.”

“You better pay for my hospital bills if I have a heart attack one day,” Hanamaki added, laying down on his side.

“I banned you from practice tomorrow,” Oikawa grumbled, draping his body over your lap. Caressing his hair, you knew your childhood friend was upset–his decision was rather petty but you understood. Oikawa would pout or whined but it was rare for him to be truly upset.

“Alright, captain.”

“You’re also forbidden watching matches and take notes at home. Just rest.”

“Understood.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Watari piped up, and then handing you a paper bag filled with snacks. “Us second years bought this on the way, hope you feel better, senpai.”

“Thank you, Watari-kun, Yahaba-kun, Kyotani-kun,” you noticed they filled the bag with your favorites and a few bottles of honey lemon water.

“N-No problem, senpai!” Yahaba replied, face tinged with red and you gave him a smile meanwhile Kyotani, who sat farther away just nodded.

“No fair, senpai, you stole a head start!” Kindaichi hissed at his senior, eyes narrowing.

“We brought fruits,” Kunimi followed, pushing a basket filled assorted fruits–there were apples, pears, lemons, and oranges. “I don’t know what to choose and Kindaichi is unhelpful, so we just grab the most common ones.”

“Oi, Kunimi!”

“Somehow this became a competition.” Hanamaki snickered from the obvious display.

“You don’t have to bring me anything, though,” you smiled sheepishly, but couldn’t help feeling warm with all the things they did to make you feel better. “Still, I appreciate it. Thank you.”

“Aside from that, rest so you could go back to school,” Iwaizumi stated, folding his arms across his chest. “We need you. The preliminaries coming up.”

“Practice would be boringgg without you, that’s what Iwaizumi meant,” Matsukawa added, earning a distasteful glare from the said brunette. “Besides, the only one who can keep Oikawa in line aside from him is you.”

“Aww, I don’t know you’re this sweet, Hajime,” you teased your childhood friend who’s not quite honest with his feelings constantly. “This is why I love you more than Tooru.”

“You take that back, [Nickname]-chan!!” Oikawa snapped his head up and almost hit your chin in the process. Then he proceeded to wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face to your stomach. “I know you love me more! Who loves a brute like Iwa-chan?”

“Why you, Shittykawa!”

“Fine, fine, I love you too, you big baby,” you cooed. ��And Hajime, please don’t kill him in my house. You can do it elsewhere.”

“You love me but you’re fine with me being killed by Iwa-chan!?”

Ah, a peaceful day for your recovery.

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hi could you please make a part two to feeling colors, i LOVED your writing in it. no rush :))

Hiii nonnie! 💕 I did end up writing a second part for the fic after all. I hope you like it as much as the first. X

Feeling Colours - Part Two

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Word count: 2500 give or take

Summary: Draco’s feelings for the reader start to grow

Warnings: fluff, excessive drinking, mentions of throwing up, kissing, nothing explicit, Draco being a softie (lmk if this needs more warnings)

Masterlist | Part One 

Your eyes fluttered open to find Draco Malfoy sitting on a chair next to you, breathing quietly like sleep was finally hitting him. Ruffled blond strands of hair fell over his weary eyes and he’d used his suit jacket as a makeshift blanket. 

Your first instinct was to silently lift up your covers and check if your clothes were still intact and thank Merlin they were. 

“Have a little faith Y/n.” Draco grumbled, startling you in the process as he struggled to lift himself into a more comfortable position. “I would never take advantage of a drunk girl.”

Fragments of the previous night came back to you when you heard him say that. 

The party, the burn of the booze, the dust-filled broom closet, the throwing up, the taste of soup and the strong and sturdy arms of the boy now looking at you with a sheepish grin on his face.

You eased at the sight of his smile. There came a certain type of comfort after someone had seen you throwing your guts up. 

“Thank you for last night Draco.”

“Like I said before Miss raging alcoholic, Don’t make a habit of it.” He let out a small yawn and started to smooth out his hair but much to his dismay, the strands refused to cooperate. 

You couldn't help but laugh at the displeased look on his face. “Here, let me—”

“NO. I absolutely refuse to let you touch my hair.” He protested, grabbing both your wrists before your fingers could make contact with his precious hair. 

“Come on Malfoy.” You pleaded, now fully out of bed and trying to break free from his hands. “I swear I can fix it for you.”

“Nope.” He said firmly as he tried his hardest to maintain a straight face. “Stop it—No please not the sides—no..”

“Please, just a bit more...ah okay….there we go.”

“Haven’t you done enough Hufflepuff?!”

“Oh. that rhymed.” You laughed, still touching his hair when the two of you accidently tumbled onto the chair he was originally sleeping on. 

Draco was agile in cushioning your fall with one of his hands balancing himself on the armrest and one hand wrapped around your waist.

It was only the second time he’d saved you from falling and you were already getting used to it. 

Something inside of you was immediately hoping that Draco would be there to break your fall for a third time too. 

It felt good with him.

It felt safe with him.

~~~

Alone at the school courtyard in the afternoon of the next day, Draco sat down in a far corner to rearrange his cluttered thoughts about you into tidy little compartments in his brain. 

It should have been easy for him. He was a natural occlumens after all.

But for some bizarre reason, he couldn't find a way to erase your name, the sound of your voice and your scent that was slowly dominating all four lobes of his brain and all four chambers of his heart. 

Even with the sun still in the sky, the occasional gust of wind made his hands turn cold so he instinctively shoved his hands into his blazer pocket to warm up. 

It was only then that he realised that he’d completely forgotten to give your locket back to you. 

~~~

A few days had now passed and Draco had gotten several opportunities to give your necklace back to you. 

First it was at the great hall.

He watched you intently from the Slytherin table, waiting for the perfect opportunity to talk to you while you nibbled on a cupcake.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he watched you lick the powdery pink frosting off your Peony lips.

He wasn’t all that fond of those cupcakes you were eating but he’d have done anything for a taste of the frosting from your lips. 

Before he could even manage to walk over to you, you stood up and walked away with your friends.

When you were close to the exit however, you paused and turned towards the Slytherin table to give him a tiny smile.

He quickly reached into his pocket to look at the locket, it was the exact pink shade of the frosting. 

~~~

The second time he tried to return it was at Potions class. 

Theo had so graciously agreed to switch partners with Draco and Snape did not seem to mind as long as the potions were brewed right. 

“Crush the petals as best you can before dropping them into the cauldron.” Snape instructed and you quickly grabbed a fistfull of rose petals. 

Draco watched in awe as you crushed rose petals in your hands, releasing the floral aroma into the atmosphere. The scent caught onto clothes and a flush crept onto his face.

“Well, are you going to help me, Malfoy?”

Draco silently copied your motion and stirred the cauldron till the potion was simmering and ready.

Returning your locket in the middle of Severus’s class did not seem like a smart idea so he decided to come up with a better one. 

“We are having another party in the dungeons on Friday. You should come and bring Abott if you’d like.”  Draco shrugged it off like it was the most casual thing ever. 

“Will there be elf made wine?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he let out a rather loud scoff earning the attention of the sulky potion’s master.

“Malfoy, Y/l/n.” Snape called out, looking as unimpressed as ever. “Detention.Saturday.”

“Incorrigible.” Draco muttered and you nudged him in the rib with your elbow. 

“Two Saturdays.” Snape said, before dismissing the entire class. 

On his way out, Draco discreetly sneaked a peak of the necklace in his pocket because he already knew what colour it was going to be. 

It was the exact same pink of the rose petals you were crushing. 

~~~

Two days had gone by since potions class and Draco was no longer fazed when the necklace emulated the same shades of pink from the bubblegum you were blowing or the fuschia ribbon in your hair. 

Draco also didn’t think it was necessary to make another attempt to return your necklace until Friday.

He already had a lot of things preoccupying his mind like actually planning the party. 

There had been no Slytherin Party planned for Friday before Draco invited you and now, He was getting his friends to help him arrange one. 

Crabbe and Goyle were tasked with getting more liquor,  Blaise and Theo were responsible for music and food while Draco was responsible with the overall logistics like silencing charms and getting the word of the party out. 

“All this for a girl.” Blaise mocked. Theo took this moment to whisper something to Crabbe who then whispered something to Goyle. 

“Care to say it out loud, Nott?” Draco seethed as he watched his friends clutch their stomachs and laugh out loud. 

“Theo called you a simp.” A teary eyed Goyle spluttered. 

“A what now?”

~~~

Friday’s party topped the previous one. 

More people, A wider selection of liquor, wine varietals, good food and music blasting so loud that the floors were vibrating. 

As per usual, Hannah had already disappeared into some dark little corner with her paramour leaving you all alone with a group of Slytherin girls. 

“I love your dress!” Exclaimed a tipsy looking Daphne Greengrass who herself was wearing a gorgeous turquoise number. 

“Thank you.” You replied, giving her your most polite and friendly smile. 

“Come now, let's go and dance already.” Pansy crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at the interaction. Although it wasn’t super obvious, you sensed that Pansy wasn’t too pleased to have you there. 

Daphne intertwined her hands to yours and pulled you into the dancefloor with herself, Pansy Tracey Davis and Millicent Bulstrode. 

Daphne’s surprisingly amiable nature took you by surprise but you decided to go with it. It was a party after all. 

When she placed her hands on your shoulders, you mirrored. When she swayed her hips, so did you. 

“He can't stop staring at you now, can he?” Daphne shouted into your ear over the music as you both continued to dance together. 

“I’m sorry who?” You shouted back. 

“Malfoy.” Daphne giggled. “ He’s been watching you all night actually. Why do you think he hosted this party in the first place?”

You stole a quick glance at Draco when no one was looking. He was sipping on a glass of whisky and watching you from a distance.

He had ditched his all black attire for a white button down shirt. The top two buttons were undone and his hair had a sort of laid back look to it

“See?” Daphne shouted again. “Hasn’t even taken his eyes off you once. It's driving Pansy nuts.”

Just to confirm if Daphne was in fact telling the truth, you tilted your head to the side to get a bitter view of him and the minute you did, your eyes met with his.

Heat spread all across your cheeks and he raised his glass to you as an acknowledgement before quickly turning away. 

After that, it was just an intense and tactical little gambit of who caught who staring. 

He covertly watched you sway your hips and you secretly noticed the way he tapped his fingertips on the glass he was holding.

Both of you refused to relent to whatever game this was up until the point where he grabbed a bottle of fire whisky and started to walk away. 

You didn't even need to think twice about where he was headed. 

“Go on.” Daphne nudged encouragingly.

~~~

Draco pulled the closet door open and stepped inside with a smile playing at his lips.

The last time he was there, he was introduced to you, your scent, your smile, your eyes. 

Before that night in the closet, he took colours at their face value. They were nothing more than visual representations of light—what amount, what hue, what saturation.

It was strange how things had changed for him. 

Not only did you make him see colours in a whole new light, you made him feel them, you made him hear them.

As Draco settled down with his drink, he saw the door creak open. 

It was still dark but he could already tell that it was you by the scent of your perfume. Oh, he could never ever forget that aroma even if he tried. 

Lumos. 

Draco held his wand in front of him and allowed himself to turn to his side to get a better view of you. 

Never had he ever seen someone glow the way you did under the lumos charm. The radiance in your eyes, the pearlescence of your skin and the curvature of your lips made him lightheaded.

“I feel like this closet is going to be a recurring thing for us huh?” You beamed at him and he found himself swooning. 

Salazar Slytherin. Nott was right. He was a simp.

“I guess so.” Draco quickly answered, Blaming this dizziness on the lack of ventilation while taking a big sip of his drink. 

“I don’t mind.” You said and twisted open the bottle of wine you’d brought with you. 

“Don’t tell me you brought another bottle of that god awful wine in here.”

 “It’s actually not that bad and it gets you drunk way quicker.” You shrugged. 

“Why do I feel like I might have to walk you to your dorm again?” 

He watched you take a long slow sip of wine and couldn’t help himself from noting that your lips were slowly getting stained red with the fruity nectar. 

“Might?” You shook your head. “Sorry to break it to you, but this wine is going to catch up with me soon.” 

Draco jokingly palmed his face, earning a laugh from you. It seemed like the perfect time to hand you your lost possession back. 

“Atleast, I’ll know when you are going to be sick though.” Draco said as he fished for the locket in his pocket. 

“How come?” 

“Because of this.” He explained, holding the necklace out. “I’m sorry I should have given it back sooner.” 

“That’s okay.” You murmured softly and pushed your hair away from your neck and he instantly took this as a cue to drape the necklace back to where it belonged. 

“Ah…there you go.” He whispered into your ear before shifting back to look at the gem. 

Draco expected it to be pink but to his astonishment, the gem had already turned a vibrant red. 

A new colour.

He could see red in the apples of your cheeks.

He could feel red pumping through his veins and hear red in the way his heart was rapidly beating. 

 “It’s red.” You commented and he slowly nodded. 

Even though he knew what red was for him, he needed to hear your interpretation before making his next move. 

“What does red mean to you y/n?” 

“To me, well…..red represents um..passion, something fiery, something that burns bright, leaves you breathless.” You whispered looking as if you were feeling almost as breathless as him. 

Draco swallowed hard when he noticed just how close your face was to his. 

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?” 

“If I kissed you right now, would you kiss me back?”

He noticed that your breathing was progressively getting shorter. You looked startled at his sudden question but held his gaze nonetheless. 

“I guess you’ll have to see for yourself, Draco.”

He couldn’t help but let out a hoarse chuckle before pressing his forehead to yours. “Is that an invitation hm?” 

You didn’t say a word but the deepening red color of your necklace gave everything away. 

Any remaining doubt in his mind went away when he felt you caress his cheeks with your cold hands. 

He gently let his fingers slip into your hair as he closed the distance between your lips. 

The kiss was reminiscent of the rush of first love. The innocence, the giggles. 

The kiss paid homage that perfumed night in the broom closet that had started it all. 

The kiss was bleeding, seeping, trickling In various shades of red and he was drinking every drop. 

Draco Malfoy could finally tell what the colour red tasted like. 

It tasted like your wine stained lips. 

He backed away and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and you gave him a shy smile in return. 

~~~

The two of you spent the remainder of the party inside the closet. 

Drinking, talking, laughing and more kissing.

So much kissing. 

“Alright y/n, let’s get you to your room now shall we?” Draco sighed when he noticed that you were getting more and more inebriated by the minute. “Come on.” 

You struggled to step out of the closet and almost tripped on your own two drunken feet.

Almost. 

“As if I’m going to let you fall face first.” He mumbled to himself before lifting you up in his arms. 

You let out a small laugh before looking up at him. 

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“I know you said to not make a habit of this but unfortunately for you, I already have.” 

FIN. 

~~~

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A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 2

Poly! MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. Ft. Poly!MC

TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Vomit Part 1: HERE, Part 3: HERE, Part 4: HERE

Meanwhile at the House of Lamentation

Your leaving hadn't made the situation at the House any better. Asmodeus threw his hands up in the air and glared at the rest. "Great! Just wonderful! Now they've run off. Happy now?" venom filled his words, but he could feel his heart race in fear that he had just lost the one person who loved him for more than his looks. Satan scoffed, though he glanced at the door through the corner of his eyes. "Don't act like you're better than us. I didn't see you standing up for them." Levi growled and went straight to his room as Satan and Asmodeus began to argue. Beel took a step towards to door you had just marched out of and glance between it and his brothers. "Should we go after them? It's dark and they're drunk."

Lucifer lifted his chin as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Why should we? It's like they said, they don't want to depend on us anymore, fine. Let them see for themself how far they get without our protection," with those words, Lucifer turned on his heel and stormed to his office.

Beel sighed and looked at Belphie, "What do you think? We can go get them together?" Belphie stared at the door for a minute, a guilty look in his eyes, before he shook his head. "Give them space, Beel. They're probably heading for Purgatory Hall. Simeon and the others can take care of them for tonight. Right now we all just need to calm down before facing each other again," he patted his twin's shoulder before heading to their room; regret swirling in his stomach as he thought of how he betrayed you once more.

Mammon stood frozen staring at the door like he still hadn't made up his mind on what he wanted to do. His instincts screamed at him to get you back in his arms and keep you there. You were his human, reckless or not, and he had a duty to protect you both as your assigned protector and as your boyfriend. But for some reason, he couldn't seem to move his feet. His mind replayed the discussion in his head over and over again. He had once told MC that if they couldn't be saved by him, to make sure that they died. That he was the only one allowed to protect them. Tonight, as everyone was fighting, MC needed him to protect them, but instead, he pushed them towards the wolves. He let his greed get the best of him. "Fuck," Mammon cursed to himself as he shook himself out of his thoughts. He glanced over to see Beel restraining Satan from pouncing onto a sneering Asmodeus. He sighed and shook his head. They hadn't fought like this in a long time. You had always been there to put them into their place. Now look at them. Mammon groaned and ran a hand over his face. "Will you guys cut it out? MC is gone, okay? Ain't nothin' we can do about it now," to his surprise, his younger brothers actually stopped and seemed to be listening to him. Mammon huffed and began walking towards the stairs. "It's like Belphie said. We ain't in no place to make things better right now. Fightin' like this is what got us in this position, so quit it. Get some sleep. We'll figure it all in the mornin'." Beel, Satan and Asmodeus blinked at their older brother as he disappeared upstairs. Seeing Mammon mature and take control of the situation like that, was strange, but not unfamiliar. Asmodeus massaged his temples with one hand and fixed his hair with the other. "Ugh, all this fighting is going to be horrid for my skin," he glanced at the door one more time with a defeated look before heading towards his room. Satan clenched and unclenched his hands a couple of times, taking a few deep breaths, before silently nodding at Beel and walking away. All alone, Beel stepped towards the door. He opened it and looked out at the dark vast of the Devildom before him. With a heavy, guilty heart, he closed the door and pressed his forehead against it. He used one hand to lock the door for the evening, while the other pulled out his D.D.D. The others didn't want him going after you, but a message couldn't hurt, right? He opened your contact and wrote out his text, "Hey MC. I'm sorry for how things happened tonight. Things got out of hand, and I'm sorry for not doing anything to stop that. I know you and the others are upset right now, but I was hoping that tomorrow, once we're all calm, you could come back home and we could talk about it?" Beel sat by the door for half an hour waiting for a response, but none ever came. He frowned and glanced up at the locked door handle before shaking his head. "Maybe they left it on silent for a bit," he mumbled to himself before picking up his phone once more. "Text me when you get to Purgatory Hall. You don't need to say anything else. I just want to know you're safe." With that, Beel headed towards the gym. He wasn't tired. He wasn't hungry. He just wanted you home, but he couldn't have that. So in the meantime, he'd stay awake until he at least knew you were safe.

Only the morning came and went, and there was no word from you. The brothers were starting to get concerned. No matter what was said last night, they still loved you. You all needed to talk, yes, and things needed to be worked out, but that didn't change how they felt for you. They would never want to see you hurt. Lucifer had reached out to Simeon, while Asmodeus contacted Solomon and Beel texted Luke. Only Beel received a response. "Never contact me again. If you come anywhere near Purgatory Hall, I will not hesitate to smite you in an instant, you foul fiend?" Satan read out loud as he passed the phone back to a very confused and worried Beel. "What in the world did you do to him?" "Nothing. At least, I don't think," he thought about for a second. "I've stolen his baked goods on occasion, but besides complaining about as I did it, he never seemed to hold a grudge." Lucifer frowned deeply. "This is clearly about MC. Luke has taken to them as though they're his older sibling."

Levi scowled and pressed a few buttons on his game. "Sure they aren't dating him too?" he yelped as Asmodeus smacked him on the back of the head. "Stop it," Asmodeus growled. "I know you're the Avatar of Envy, Levi, but MC was open and honest with us. They told us that they loved us all and that they wanted a relationship with all of us. We all listened to what they offered and agreed. You agreed to this!"

Levi huffed and put down his game. "Because it was better than not having them at all!" he sighed and put an arm over his face. "I know that they love me, and them being with a-all of us doesn't change that, but it's so hard sometimes. I-I-I just-" "Want 'em to yourself?" Mammon provided. Levi blushed and nodded in response. Mammon shrugged and sat down beside him. "We all understand that Levi. This is somethin' new for all of us. When I see MC bein' sweet with you guys I get this urge to just rip 'em off ya and hold 'em tight in my arms where ya guys can never touch 'em again," he sighed and put a hand on Levi's shoulder, "but then I see MC smile at me the same way they smile at Beel or you or Lucifer. I know that when I'm holdin' them, they're thinkin' of me and they're there with me because they treasure our time together. It's hard sometimes, and it hurts to admit, but you guys make MC happy, and I can't take that away from them." He nudged his younger brother gently, "Neither can you." Everyone sat quietly as they thought of Mammon's words. "They always bring me snacks after my workouts," Beel said with a small smile. "They always seem to know when I'm hungry and would just whip out snacks out of nowhere." Satan leaned onto his knees from where he sat on his chair. "They ordered me their favourite books from the human world on Akuzon. They wanted to do a trade. I'd read their favourites and they'd read mine. That way we could learn a bit about each other just by reading something that the other loved and would understand one another a little better." Belphie tiredly rubbed his eyes and leaned against Beel. "They wake me up after all class and before any meals," he chuckled softly at the memory. "No matter how much I snarled or insulted them, they'd just put their hands on their hips and patiently wait for me to wake up so that I wouldn't miss any of my classes or any meals."

Asmodeus giggled and smiled brightly. "That alone proves how much of an angel they are. Your demon side really shows when you're woken up." The others laughed as Belphegor stuck his tongue out at Asmo. "They would always give me their opinion on my outfits. I know it seems impossible, but even I get torn between which outfit I should bless the public with sometimes. MC would always be the voice of reason to help me choose," his eyes softened, "Though they always said at the end that the most beautiful thing about me was my heart, something no one could see but radiated from the outside-in." Lucifer sighed, closing his eyes as he put aside his pride, and spoke. "They check on me in the middle of the night. I swear they have an alarm. They'll come into my office to see if I'm still awake. If I am, so long as the work isn't truly urgent, they'll poke my cheek and play with my hair until I give in and go to bed."

Everyone turned to Levi. The otaku's face was bright red as he avoided everyone's gaze. "Your turn, Levi," Mammon ordered. "Come on. I know that MC's super gentle with ya. Ya have to have somethin' to add." Leviathan pouted before mumbling. "They'll hold my hand when we're in crowds and in public because they know how anxious it makes me. If I start to freak out, they'll just gently squeeze my hand and pull me along until they can find a quiet space where I can calm down a bit," he groans and glares at Mammon. "What's your point?"

"His point," Satan began calmly, "is that MC loves us all equally. They take special care to do the little things to ensure that we all know that we are loved by them." Mammon nodded and pointed and Satan. "Exactly!" Lucifer hummed in thought. "Though this doesn't fix the problem of MC having no regard for their own safety." Everyone winced. There was no denying that. You admitted it yourself. You were reckless, and in a place like the Devildom, that kind of behaviour would get you killed one day. What would happen if you weren't with them one day? Just like you currently weren't. Memories of your storm out swirled in all of their heads, and concern pooled heavily in their stomachs. "Has anyone heard from them yet?" Belphie asked, looking uncharacteristically nervous. But then again, he was always protective of you as he never wanted you to get hurt again, especially since he had been responsible for so much of your pain in the past. Beel opened his mouth to respond when Asmodeus's D.D.D. went off. Everyone eagerly stood, as Asmo pulled out the device and answered it without checking. "MC? Are you alright?" "Put it on speaker!" Levi snapped, crowding as close to his brother as he could. Asmodeus nodded and quickly did as told. The voice that answered wasn't you, as they had all hoped, but rather Solomon. "I'm afraid they're not," the brother's felt their blood freeze at Solomon's words, as time seemed to stand still around them. Solomon's voice was cold and stern, showing his obvious anger at the demons. "I apologize for not contacting you all sooner, but I was spending every last second of my time and energy on trying to keep MC from dying of blood loss. That, and Luke is quite determined to keep the lot of you as far from MC as possible. If it was up to him I wouldn't even be calling you all right now. I, however, figured that you should at least be made aware of their condition." None of them heard a thing after the words "dying from blood loss" reached their ears. Lucifer took the D.D.D. from Asmo's shaking hands. "What happened? The last we saw them they-" "Presumably walked away from a fight with all of you and was trying to come to us. Yes. I'm aware. I read Beelzebub's texts on MC's phone," everyone glanced at Beel. His brows narrowed as he kept his eyes fixed on the D.D.D. "To answer your question, MC didn't make it to Purgatory Hall last night. They were jumped by a group of three demons who seemed to think that human would make a delectable midnight snack. What do you think, Beelzebub? Is that true? Is the taste of human flesh, really so delicious? I think I've heard you comment as much once or twice before you all began your relationship," Solomon spat the words accusingly. Fury danced on his tongue as though he was Wrath himself. Beel winced back and put a hand on his stomach as flipped inside of him. Belphie growled at the mention in his defence. "Stop dancing around the subject and get to the point. What happened? Are they okay?" The demons were surprised to hear a snarl come from the other end. "I already told you, they aren't. Luke had opened a window to air out some of the kitchens after he failed a new recipe he was trying out when he heard their screams. By the time we got there one of them had eaten half of their right leg, while was one biting along their shoulder, and the other was trying to choke them to death. Simeon and I were able to get the heathens off of them and incinerated them on the spot, but MC was already unconscious. While we were fighting the demons, Luke was just barely able to cast enough healing spells to stop the bleeding and stabilize them. Simeon and I have been working ever since on using every spell, charm, and potion that we know to keep them alive and somehow attempt to heal their injuries." At the mention of MC's leg have been mostly eaten, Beel turned and threw up on the ground. No one moved to comfort him, as they were too distracted by their own states of shock. "A-Are-" Mammon began to choke out before clearing his throat. "Are they

alive? Please tell me they're alive." The answer hung just out of their grasp. Waving dangerously above them like a deadly knife held up by a string. No matter what the response would be, all the brothers felt as though they may faint. "They're alive. Simeon had to use all his power to bring their blood count levels up to a healthy level, and their shoulder was dislocated, they most likely have a concussion going off of their head injury, not to mention their right leg was unsalvagable and had to be amputated, but yes. They are, at the very least, alive." Mammon joined Beel. Satan stood still, though he had changed into his demon form and the aura of pure wrath filled every cranny of the room. Asmodeus held a hand over his mouth as tears streamed steadily down his face. Leviathan had stumbled away from the group and was in the beginning stages of a panic attack. Belphie stared at the phone with a bewildered expression, his eyes pricked with tears, as though he couldn't believe the words coming from Solomon's mouth.

Lucifer was doing everything he could not to hurl the phone across the room.

Solomon continued. "Luke is currently watching them and making sure that they remain stable, while Simeon and I rest. As such, you will have no luck if you try to see them right now. I'll text you when I wake up and then you can come to see them," with that, Solomon hung up. Anxiety, grief, and remorse clung to each of the brothers like a new skin. Earlier they were arguing that all of them had your love, and because of that, all of them had nearly lost you. ***Duh duh duh!!! Part three to come. Part three will probably be the final part, but I don't know. Haven't quite figured out how this is going to end yet. Though a heads up, a may fill out another request before pt. 3 is up just to give me a break from the heavy angst. Thank you all so much for supporting me! And thank you to @millenniumofpain for the request!***