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withlovemark · 9 months ago

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all of the moments that led me to you. (ii)

warning(s): steve's black eye (again), mentions of: gun, car crash, death.

pairing: steve x reader

words: 6.3k+

summary: a continuation of moments with steve harrington. takes place in season three.

an: first, thank u so so much for over 1k hearts on aotm pt 1 and to be loved. it’s unbelievable to me that that many people have read my writing. i’ve been writing and posting my stories on here a long time and this helps me feel like i’ve been growing, even just a little 🥹

second, i'm so sorry this took so long. i have no other excuse except the devil himself - mr. writer's block. thank whoever the hell is controlling my sim that they got rid of him (at least for now) and now i'm finally here to share this with you

hope you like it <3

yr. 1984

yr. 1985

i. robin’s game of you rule/you suck, intercepting russians and suzie

quickly walking into scoops ahoy, you finally catch up to the curly headed kid, just in time to witness your favorite boys reunite through a silly greeting.

you let them have their moment before finally making your presence known, “hey there sailor,” you greet steve with a quick hug, his frame enveloping you.

he whines at the nickname, knowing how much you enjoy the little blue sailor outfit on him, mind wandering back to when you first saw him in the get up.

“oh. my. god,” you gasp, a hand to your mouth, trying to hold your laughter in as he makes his way back into his room, after finally successfully putting on his “uniform.”

“don’t say a word,” he warned, hands on his hips.

“steve harrington. you are sooo…” he raises his eyebrows, lips morphing into a thin line, daring you to finish your sentence.

“…pretty,” you giggle, closing the distance to adjust the sailor tie around his neck. he could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat, maybe two.

“it's not TOO bad, girls LOVE a man in uniform,” you tease, sitting back down on the edge of his bed.

a playful smirk on your lips as his sailor hat comes in contact with your face in a matter of seconds causing a bubble of laughter to ring in his ear.

a sound that has grew to be his favorite.

“sorry we came unannounced,” your voice brings him back to the ice cream parlor.

“he got home from summer camp today,” you explain, motioning to dustin who was now seated calmly in a booth, “and immediately asked me to drive him here so he could see you,” you grin, steve returning the expression.

“i think you’re his favorite,” a pout grows on your lips, eliciting laughter from the boy who you now call your best friend. the two of you being glued to the hip since that night in 1984.

days with steve harrington included sneaking into movies, butter popcorn in hand; road trips to nowhere and everywhere all at the same time; late night conversations that lasted into the a.m., a judgment free zone.

“well, yeah, i think we’ve known that a while ago,” he teases, earning a playful shove from you.

“it’s ok though, i missed that little bugger too and there’s a new ice cream flavor i want you to try,” steve molds his hand into yours as he hurriedly leads you in front of the counter. the warmth of his hand disappearing as he made his way behind it.

you greet robin a quick hello and she acknowledges your presence by playfully saluting, making you smile.

“here, try it,” steve snaps your attention back to him, placing what seemed to be a cup of just plain old vanilla ice cream in front of you. upon further inspection you notice it has chunks of something in it.

“i don’t think ice cream should have that?,” you comment, eyeing it suspiciously.

“just try it!,” he says, nudging the ice cream closer to your face.

“alright, alright!,” you giggle, finally bringing the spoon between your lips. steve awaits your verdict, slightly bouncing up and down in excitement, eyebrows dancing.

“oh…wow,” your eyes widened, sparkling. tastebuds exploding at their new discovery.

he knew you’d like it.

“are those cookies?” you wonder aloud.

“mhmm, brand new flavor, cookies and cream, who would’ve thought huh?,” playfully raising his eyebrows as he stole the spoon from you, taking a bite out of your ice cream.

“how are things with laura?,” you bring up nonchalantly, stealing the spoon back from him.

“ugh, don’t even bring her up,” he rolls his eyes, grabbing another spoon from behind the counter while the two of you mildly attack the sweet cup.

“another bad date?,” you concluded, eyes focused on scooping up a spoonful of your newfound favorite ice cream flavor.

“we had absolutely nothing to talk about! i swear we just sat there and ate in silence the whole time,” he dramatically testified, shrugging his shoulders.

“was the sex good at least?,” you asked, his face cringing.

“didn’t have sex with her,” he shrugged, “i just went home after and crashed, i think i really am losing my game,” he jokes.

you know him well enough to know that he hasn’t been feeling as confident as he used to be. you think back to the night when steve confessed to you that he wasn’t able to get into the only college he applied to. on top of that, his dad cut half off his allowance and he’s now, as he would describe it, “stuck working at a job that pays $3 per hour.”

all in all, steve felt like he had hit rock bottom.

“how about you? how are things with isaac?,” steve smirked, changing the topic before you got to ask him if he was ok.

“eh,” you replied.

“ehhh?.” he mimics, urging you to go on.

“not gonna go anywhere, very cocky, talks too much…and he’s a lot better when he doesn’t speak,” you cringed, remembering the way the boy spoke about basketball and cars the whole time, not at all caring about any of your interests.

“maybe we should’ve switched dates?,” steve teases, head tilted.

you tuck away his golden locks that had fallen out of place and he finds himself holding a breath, eyes focused on your movements.

an action that was so familiar to him yet, lately, has been bringing up a weird feeling that he chooses to ignore.

“maybe we should have,” you playfully agreed, slowly retracting your hand, snapping steve back to reality.

“anyways, thank you for my new favorite ice cream flavor,” you approved of the cookies and cream.

“now, i have a favor to ask,” you grinned sheepishly.

“hm?” he hums, grabbing a napkin and wiping away the bits of ice cream that have stained your lips.

“can you watch dustin for the rest of the week? i have a bunch of cheerleading practices,” you explain, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, voice going a tad bit higher than usual.

“yeah, yeah, you don’t have to do that,” he shakes his head, smile on his lips, “i got it all handled here, go ahead and just leave me with the lil monster,” he teases dramatically, making you roll your eyes playfully before beaming at him.

“thank you, you’re the best!” you praised, lips planting a soft kiss upon his crimson cheeks, expressing your gratitude.

he ignores the way time slowed down for a second, that fleeting surge of electricity that danced within him, igniting a spark that he quickly brushes off.

“i know,” he winks as you swiftly turn around, grabbing your bag and making your way out of the ice cream parlor.

“stay safe!,” he shouts at your retreating figure.

“yes, dad!,” you tease, his face morphing into disgust. your laughter rings in his ears as you exit scoops ahoy right after lovingly messing up dustin’s pretty curls, an annoyed groan coming from the younger boy.

“i can’t believe it, harrington,” the sound of robin’s voice captures steve’s full attention, taking his eyes off of your retreating figure.

giving his coworker a pointed look, steve cluelessly wonders what she’s about to say when she pulled out her whiteboard and finally drew one tally mark under ‘you rule’

he rolls his eyes at robin, like he couldn’t believe what she just did, “hate to break it to you but i wasn’t flirting with her,” he defended himself.

“huh, you sure about that, loverboy?,” robin snickered, clearly not convinced with the golden boy’s answer.

“yes buckley, i’m sure,” steve deadpanned, “she’s my best friend alright so just…just erase that,” he mumbled, not entirely sure he believes his own words.

it’s not like he hasn’t thought about it before…he has.

but falling for someone is never a good idea. he has firsthand experience that investing in love can be dangerous and if his worst fears happen, if the love unravels and crumbles down, he knows all too well that you will never get that same person back.

and falling for his best friend? it’s not a risk he’s willing to take.

he repeats to himself, ‘he must not have feelings for you. he simply doesn’t.’ these words continue to echo, living in his mind, until he believes them as truth.

“well i think she could be your suzie,” dustin pipes in, quickly introducing himself to robin.

“m-my what?,” steve inquired, the famous hand on his hip stance appearing.

“your. suzie.” dustin pronounced slowly like that was going to help steve understand what he was talking about, “like how i have my suzie,” he adds.

“and what the hell is a suzie?,” the older boy scoffed.

“my girlfriend,” steve’s eyes widened at the boy’s proclamation, refusing to believe what he just heard. there’s no way dustin henderson has it all figured out before him, especially in the ladies department.

“it’s not important right now,” dustin says, shaking his head, “i need to talk to you,” he says urgently.

“we’re talking right now,” steve points out the obvious.

“no,” dustin glares, “just you,” he continues, eyes glancing towards robin who just shrugged, not caring, as the two boy’s made their way back to dustin’s booth.

“i intercepted a secret russian communication,” he confessed to the older boy.

believe it or not, those words were music to steve’s ears.

‘finally, he’ll be of use again,’ he thinks to himself as they start decoding the russian’s riddles.

3 days later

the boys have vanished without a trace.

normally, steve would swing by after work, or when he was off – which you knew he was supposed to be, considering he gave you a copy of his schedule, – he would pick you up from cheerleading practices.

dustin was also nowhere to be seen and the uncertainty of their whereabouts fills you with growing concern.

there were no knocks at your window at midnight. no sound of an engine revving or the horn honking to greet you in the morning. not even the static sound from dustin’s talkie had made its appearance.

the last you heard from them was at the ice cream parlor. so after today’s practice, you were on a mission.

you rush to the mall, hoping to see both of them devouring ice cream, ready to hear their half-ass apologies on why they went radio silent only to be face to face with two unfamiliar employees behind the counter, robin also absent from the scene.

quickly, you drove to steve’s house, the maroon vehicle nowhere to be seen causing you to reroute your drive to dustin’s house - still nothing.

this puts an end to your speculations – the boys are in trouble.

and they left you here with nothing but silence and the fear that’s rising in the pit of your stomach.

you think back to where the kids usually were this summer and found yourself running down the wheelers’ basement, after mr. wheeler kindly let you in, only to reveal everyone else was already there…except for your two main culprits.

seven heads turn towards you, your entrance hushing their conversations, “have any of you seen steve and dustin?,” you ask as they all shake their head no.

“well,” max spoke up, hope glimmering in your eyes, “el and i saw him at the mall,” she revealed.

“when was that?,” you inquire.

“like, 2 days ago,” she quickly replies, making you groan in exasperation.

“hey,” nancy snaps you out of your despair, “they’ll be okay, it’s steve and dustin, they’re just probably out doing something ridiculous,” offering a smile, failing to comfort you.

bless her but the only thing you could think about was how the last time those two did something “ridiculous,” they almost died, making you sink deeper into concern.

“yeah, steve’s probably just helping him talk to his imaginary girlfriend,” mike chimes in as you remember the girl dustin briefly told you about when you drove him to starcourt mall.

‘that was plausible,’ you convince yourself, finally nodding and accepting their assumptions.

“we have bigger things to worry about,” jonathan said, directing the group’s attention back to their previous topic as they fill you in on the mind flayer — a mrs. driscoll, a tom and bruce, and a billy hargrove acting as its host.

you just hoped to god that steve and dustin really are just looking for suzie because if they were in any kind of danger, you might kill them yourself.

for now, you’d just have to play on this team.

ii. starcourt mall and the TODFTHR

starcourt mall in its after hours has a tauntingly beautiful presence, its hallways bathed in the soft glow of neon lights that crackle with static, creating an ambiance that breathes an almost palpable energy, as if the very essence of the mall comes alive in the quietude of the night.

dustin finally radioed in a while ago with another code red, making goosebumps rise throughout your body. “code red” was definitely the last thing you wanted to hear.

all the group could make out from him were the words, “open the gate,” and you knew this was all connected to everything you’ve seen in the past couple of hours.

“where the hell is he?,” mike whispers as max shushes him and you silently thank her in your head.

the group is extra attentive, everyone looking around in hopes they’ll find something out of place.

finally, a faint click reaches your ears, followed by hushed footsteps. you think you’ve imagined it until nancy voices your suspicions, “what was that?,” she whispers. you feel the blood draining from your face, heart racing, afraid of the events that could transpire.

following the sound, the group ends up at the second floor — right above the food court.

you spot the four men first, each one of them with their arms raised, gun aiming at a food stall.

eleven immediately steps in making the car alarm go off then proceeding to throw it at the armed men. she leaves you stunned and amazed, like she's been doing the whole day, and you can’t help but send her a smile of gratitude.

after a second or two, the two familiar heads finally emerged, eyes finding the golden ones you’ve grown accustomed to, all beaten up and bruised.

rushing towards them, you pull dustin into a tight hug first, exclaiming “where the hell have you been?….i’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“i’m okay, i’m okay! i promise! im sorry,” he apologizes as you quickly look him up and down, your protective side kicking in, checking for any signs of injury until he finally slipped from your hold, reuniting with his friends. forcing you to look up at the beaten up, beautiful boy in front of you.

“steve-,” you whisper, before running up to him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. the beating of his heart against your ears, and in that moment, you feel like you can breathe again.

he holds you just as tight, visibly relieved that you’re unharmed. as he exhales a sigh of relief, you pull away slightly, inspecting the mark around his eye. soft hands ghosting over the bruise that was already starting to turn purple.

“didn’t i tell you to stop getting into fights?,” voice laced with concern as you fought to hold back tears, overwhelmed by the rush of comfort having him by your side brings.

“i know it doesn’t look like it, but i actually won,” he smiled, tenderly brushing away the tears in the corner of your eye before they could spill.

“what happened?,” you asked.

a light cough from behind him breaks you out of your embrace, slightly pushing the boy away from you and finally taking in robin’s presence.

their matching appearance doesn’t go unnoticed.

“we found a secret lair, got drugged by russians and then they beat up pretty boy over here for some answers,” they share a smile.

for a second, you feel your heart twinge. you’re not too sure whether it’s because the information robin shared painted a disturbing image in your mind or if it was because she was there and you weren’t.

you can’t allow yourself to dwell on it as the group finally reunites, connecting all the pieces together and figuring out the next step.

—

“oh screw tod, steve’s her daddy now,” steve says excitedly, as he got into the driver seat of the TODFTHER.

robin and erica comment on his use of referencing himself in the third person and the word “daddy,” causing you to laugh as you sat in the passenger seat. robin, erica and dustin squeezing in the back.

driving off with the scoops troops, you make your way to dustin’s tower.

“suzie must be pretty special, huh? for you to make this tower just for her,” you finally get a chance to interrogate the young boy, earning an excited nod from him and a groan from everyone else, making you feel like an outsider in their very obvious inside joke.

“he described her as scientifically perfect and has yet to shut up about her,” robin fills you in, obviously tired of the topic at hand.

“i mean, nobody’s scientifically perfect but suzie’s about as close to being perfect as any human could possibly be,” dustin added, causing more annoyed groans to slip from everyone’s lips except yours.

“she sounds made up to me. she sound made up to you?,” erica sassed back, resulting in an eye roll from the young boy.

“steve, y/n, you believe me right?,” he says, sitting forward, glancing between you and steve.

“of course,” you quickly assured him while steve remained silent, before finally nodding his head along with you.

“you hesitated,” dustin points out, a pout on his lip, “why did you hesitate, steve?”

“i didn’t hesitate!” he defends himself, his voice reaching a higher pitch.

the older boy turned towards you, asking for your help but all you could offer him was a shrug, a smile playing on your lips.

dustin impatiently repeats his question, finally getting his answer, “i don’t know man, no one is hotter than phoebe cates!,” steve bursts, earning a look of confusion from you and a whine from the younger boy, giggles bursting from the two girls sitting in the back.

you definitely missed out on a lot. and you realize how much you hate it.

“left. turn left.” dustin said suddenly, prying you away from your thoughts.

“there’s not a road here,” steve points out the obvious.

“turn left! now!” the younger boy yells urgently.

“jesus! hang on!” steve yelled before finally making a harsh left, your hands immediately going up your face, acting as a shield against the tree branches coming in contact with the vehicle.

“oh my god, where the hell are we going!?.” you shout through all the ruckus.

“just keep going!,” dustin continues with his unreasonable directions.

“we’re not gonna make it!,” robin yells from the back and you see determination flash in steve’s face.

“yes we are!, come on baby!” he urges TODFTHER to go on until it finally hit its’ limit, leaving the group stuck in the middle of the woods.

“guess, we’ll have to walk the rest of the way,” dustin says.

“how far is this thing?” erica says, voicing everyone’s annoyance.

iii. dustin’s tower and an epiphany

it wasn't long until the group finally made it to dustin’s radio tower, finally being able to instruct murray’s next steps.

you were seated on the field with the rest – the calmness before the storm.

“hey, guys?” steve’s voice causes the group to get up and follow his line of vision.

starcourt mall’s rapid flickering lights causing panic to rise in the air, dustin immediately runs back to his talkie, trying to radio the others but all that was received was a loud, screeching, monster noise. the younger boy repeatedly tries to get a response but all that was left was static.

steve makes up his mind, immediately getting up on his feet, ready to run towards the direction of the mall, but before he could get any further, your voice makes its way to his ears, halting his movements.

“where the hell are you going?,” you shot, panic evident in your voice.

“to get them the hell outta there!,” he exclaimed, adrenaline running through him. you knew you weren’t going to be able to persuade him to stay here with you. but after the past couple of days of thinking you’ve lost him, there’s no way, in hell, he’s leaving you here.

“i’m going with you,” you announced, already walking towards him.

“no,” he says sternly, meeting you in the middle, “just stay here, watch the kids,” his eyes pleading with you to obey.

“robin can watch them,” you countered quickly, reaching out for his hand, fingers fitting in yours perfectly.

“y/n-,” he whispers desperately. hoping you could hear how much he wants you to stay here, where it's safe.

he can’t keep putting you in dangerous situations just because he wants to play hero.

“you’re not going without me! i won’t let you!” standing your ground, your hand tightening around his.

steve can’t help but think back to earlier that night, sitting in the tiled bathroom of starcourt mall, robin opposite of him.

“i just don’t get it,” robin says groggily, slowly coming down from the high and voicing her opinions.

“what?,” steve looks at her, eyes droopy, mouth slightly agape.

“you…going on all of these dates,” robin pointed out, “how you don’t realize you have the perfect girl in front of you,” she wonders aloud he knows she wasn’t talking about herself, especially after she trusted him with her little secret.

“you don’t think i know that?,” steve says, eyes closing, head slowly coming in contact with the wall behind him, defeated.

“why don’t you do anything about it then?”

“because….because- she’s y/n! and i’m…” he pauses for a second, trying to find a better way to explain it to robin but all he could manage to say was “i’m just steve.”

“well ‘just steve,’ i think you’re pretty cool,” robin compliments him, allowing him to fully strip away the walls, his hidden feelings coming to surface.

“she has dreams and goals and i know damn well, she’s going to make every single one of those things happen, meanwhile, look at what i’m wearing! look at where i am! sitting on a bathroom floor, drugged!,-”

“hey, what does that say about me,” robin interjects.

“please, i practically dragged you in here with me,” he continues, “all i do is drag people into chaos….i dragged y/n in this mess too, i can’t continue holding her back,” an exasperated sigh escaping his lips.

“hm, you don’t have to hold her back, y’know?” robin countered, have you ever considered being the one to hold her hand and support her through all her ‘dreams and goals’?,” she asks, hopefully giving steve a new perspective.

“she doesn’t want that,” he says defeatedly.

“have you asked her?” robin questions. steve lets out a sigh before shaking his head no.

“you’ll never know if you never try, but if you need a little push, if i were her, after everything i’ve seen today, i would’ve left a long time ago,” she says like a prophet.

those words echo in his ears now and he sees it all clearly.

you stayed.

you could have left, could have stopped talking to him and walked away forever. yet here you are, gazing at him with pleading eyes, hands in his, hoping he won’t let go.

that fact is evident to him now as he feels your hand tightening around his.

steve found himself nodding slowly, a blast of realization striking him. you mirrored his gesture, sealing an unspoken agreement – minds and bodies communicating before any words were uttered.

within the next second, the two of you made your way back to TODFTHER, headed to the mall - together.

iv. the car crash and neverending story

“holy shit, hoLY SHIT! STEVE-,” you shout, the boy’s foot not leaving the gas as the car continues to accelerate.

steve takes a quick glance at you, “PUT YOUR SEATBELT ON!,” he yells and you quickly obey his order knowing he has no intention of stepping on the brake.

as soon as he heard the little click, with both hands on the wheel, steve immediately stepped on the gas, the car accelerating at a speed you couldn’t even imagine. you can’t help but hold your breath, scared for the impact you know is about to come.

in a matter of seconds, TODFTHER crashes into the black car driven by billy hargrove — bursting it into flames. nothing can be heard but the ringing in your ear as you try to refocus. this wouldn’t be the first time the two of you had matching concussions because of billy.

“are you okay?,” steve immediately inspects you, unbuckling your seatbelt, warm hands gently cupping your cheeks, eyes finding yours. your chest heaving, trying to make sense of how the two of you were still alive.

as you catch your breath, you look up into his golden eyes, rapid breaths syncing. then, in one swift moment, his lips are on yours, in a quick, passionate kiss.

well, this is definitely not how steve imagined his first kiss with you.

he pulls away as soon as he registers his actions and you’re left breathless, not at all sure with what happened.

“sorry, i got caught in the moment,” he panics.

“it’s okay,” you nod still trying to catch your breath.

you don’t catch the way his eyes lose a little glimmer of hope. he’s about to take back what he said until the mindflayer makes an appearance on top of the building and you both very much snap out of the trance, being reminded that you were still in the middle of the battle.

nancy directs your attention to her, yelling for your safety. steve immediately jumps out of the car, his warm hands instinctively grabbing yours, making sure you enter the car first.

silence envelops the vehicle, everyone too afraid to say anything as the haunting size of the creature continues to taunt the group.

it wasn’t until dustin’s voice rang into the air followed by a young girl that everyone finally released the breath they were holding.

you look at steve with recognition, “suzie,” you say in harmony and he can’t help but be in awe.

“you’re going to have to say sorry for doubting him,” you tease, making steve chuckle.

he liked that. the fact that you guys can immediately joke around like he didn’t just kiss you after he crashed the car that could’ve caused your deaths.

suzie-poo and dusty-bun keeps the group entertained, especially when they start singing a duet to never ending story.

steve looks at you like this is the craziest thing he’s ever heard, the rest of group looking disgusted.

you can’t help but giggle, quietly singing along to dustin, for only steve to hear, making him shake his head in disbelief.

“i cant believe she’s real,” steve says after the musical that is probably in the top three most life changing moments in his life and the two of you break out in quiet giggles.

v. ambulances and “friends?”

the battle was bloody and not everyone came back unscathed. some didn’t come back at all. hopper made a huge sacrifice. billy was dead.

now everyone was seated in their own ambulances, near star court mall, waiting for clearance.

you’ve spent the last hour trying to comfort max in her grief. losing billy like that, right in front of her eyes, left her in her thoughts, refusing to talk to anyone.

the only reason she let you in was because you knew her brother in a different light, unlike the others who has always viewed him as the villain.

“is it bad that part of me is relieved?,” max quietly whispers like she didn’t even want you to hear it, almost like the guilt of saying it out loud was going to kill her.

you shake her head no, “grief can present itself in different ways, you don’t have to feel a certain way,” you reassure the younger girl, “just feel what you’re feeling now and take it day by day” you try to comfort her, hoping your words can somehow reach her.

meanwhile steve was with dustin and robin, sitting in a different ambulance.

“i kissed her,” steve confessed to the duo.

“you kissed her?” robin and dustin says at the same time. one with pride, the other, shocked.

“i. kissed. her.” steve repeats, more to affirm himself that it actually happened and it wasn’t just the drugs that had completely worn off at the time nor was it the concussion he surely had.

he really kissed you. he knows its true because if he closes his eyes and think about it hard enough, he can still feel the softness of your lips on his.

“well are you gonna go talk to her about it?,” robin breaks him out of his daydream and the question immediately causes bubbles to rise through his stomach.

he feels like he's going to throw up.

“what if i dont?,” he panted, “i did tell her it was just a spur of a moment thing,” he reveals.

“now, why would you tell her that?” dustin says like a father disappointed in his kid.

“i don’t want to ruin our friendship!” he defends himself, arms flailing in the wind.

“you already kissed her dumbass, thats like #1 on things not to do to ruin a friendship,” robin points out and he knows there’s no way he was going to win this two to one battle.

he was going to have to talk to you.

“hey,” steve's hushed voice breaks you out of your own thoughts.

max has left you on your own a while ago, saying she just wanted to be alone. when she was gone, you had a bit of time to process everything as much as you can at the moment.

“you okay?” steve asks softly.

giving him a small smile, you pat the empty space beside you, inviting him in your ambulance, “could be better, but yeah…i'm okay, are you?”

he nods, answering your question. “are you sure?... billy is gone,” he mentions cautiously, afraid of how you would react but prepared to offer comfort.

“well... i do feel sorry for max, she’s the one that lost her brother tonight,” he nods, understanding what you meant.

billy was long gone for you. surely, not like this — never would you have wanted it to be like this. but he no longer occupies any part of your mind and definitely not your heart.

“do you know what actually scared me?” you whisper, your breath coming in contact with the cold air. his silence urges you to go on.

“when i couldn’t find you,” you admit to him and to yourself.

steve sees everything that he needs to see in your eyes – love, fear, a hint of sadness.

he has the urge to pull you into him, to feel your lips like he did earlier that night. but before he does, he knows he has to come clean. he has to do it right this time.

“i have to tell you something,” he says urgently.

“if something like tonight ever happens again, god i hope it doesn’t, but if it did and i never got to say this, i would hate myself forever,” he rambles, trying to buy time. he knows that after he says what he’s about to say then things with you will take a turn.

“you're scaring me steve…what is it?” you ask, softly placing your hand on top of his shaking leg, hoping to somehow help him calm down. he takes a second to gather his composure.

to make sure he says the words the way you deserve to hear them – honest, sweet, gentle.

“y/n, i am in love with you,” he confesses into the night air, soft brown eyes locked on yours.

you stare at him, eyes slightly widening, registering his words.

for steve, time seemed to stretch endlessly, it could've been three seconds or three minutes but but it was unquestionably the longest silence he had ever endured.

when you still haven’t said anything, he realizes he has made a mistake and knows he has to fix it, immediately.

“a-and you don't have to say it back!, i'm not asking for anything!, i mean it would be nice but i'm totally okay with just being fr-” he fumbles over his words, hoping that dustin could find some sort of way to teleport back in time to prevent this confession from happening. but then he feels it — soft lips pressing against his own, shutting him up ever so sweetly.

his body responds instinctively, returning the gentle kiss, eyes fluttering close. this was how it was supposed to go.

“please don’t say you're okay with us just being friends,” you tease, finally easing his racing thoughts.

he chuckles softly, “i am… i am not okay with us just being friends,.” he admits, mirroring your expression.

“good.”

that one word was all it took for all of steve's worries to fade, happily pulling you closer until there are no spaces left to fill.

bonus: pretty privilege (3 months later)

walking into family video, you gently drop steve’s hand, immediately missing the warmth it provided and causing a tiny frown to appear on your boyfriend’s face.

“hey keith,” you greeted the boy behind the counter sweetly.

“h-hi y/n, what can i do for you?,” he was grinning from ear to ear and you knew this was going to be easy.

“do you think,” you start, voice going an octave higher, an innocent glow in your eyes, “you maybe have two job positions open, right now?,” you finish, a hand placed softly, and very calculatedly on his arm. you were completely taking advantage of his “secret” crush on you.

steve glances between the two of you in disbelief.

meanwhile, the boy behind the counter was a blushing mess, mumbling a “god, y-you’re so pretty,” and steve has to physically hold himself back from kicking the air.

keith leans over the counter, “yeah, i’m-” he starts to say, but before he could end his sentence, steve’s hands wrapped protectively around yours, dragging you out of sight and in between one of the aisles.

“what are you doing?,” he quietly blurted once the two of you were out of sight. his arms crossing against his chest, biceps protruding, eyebrows going up.

“trying to get you and robin a job,” you reminded him of the reason why the three of you were even in this store in the first place.

“yeah but what’s with the cute voice and the eyes!,” he points out, “oh keith! do you have a job opening right now?,” he bats his eyelashes, mimicking you, completely appalled by the way you used your cute voice that was only supposed to be reserved for him.

“okay first of all, i do not sound like that. second, it’s pretty privilege steve and you have to know when to use it,” he rolls his eyes at your answer.

“yes, you do sound like that!” he whines like a five year old child, “...omygosh keith you’re so manly!, you have a job, you-,” he continues mocking.

“steve harrington,” you cut him off, “are you jealous?,” you accuse, holding back your smile.

“i don’t get jealous,” he scoffs, an absurd expression on his face like he couldn’t believe you even suggested that.

“really? because you’re looking pretty green right now,” you tease, a small smile playing on your lips.

“y/n it’s physically impossible for people to turn green,” he rolls his eyes. you ignore the use of your name.

“it’s a metaphor,” you tease.

“you're a metaphor,” he mocks and you can’t stand it anymore, he’s acting too cute.

“you're cute when you’re jealous,”

“you really shouldn't be though,” you continue.

“yeah i know...its just keith,”

“no, its because i’m all yours, steve harrington.”

in an instant, all annoyance melts away from him and you know you won. your hands instinctively thread behind his neck, grabbing a hold of his curls, a routine you’re now all too familiar with but could never get enough of.

the taste of strawberry chapstick mingles with spearmint. steve senses your smile against his lips, pulling you closer as his hands encircle your waist, deepening the kiss. soft moans escape your lips, audible only to him.

he craves more of you, currently wishing you were alone in the comfort of his room, his car, or anywhere but here, in the middle of all these vhs tapes.

“ehem,” robin’s cough breaks the two of you apart, making you jump.

quickly wiping your lips, you push steve away, taking notice of the lipstick that was now painted on him before sending robin an apologetic smile.

it’s all too easy to get lost in the boy beside you.

“are you lovebirds done or should i go watch a movie first?,” she says sarcastically. she was honestly over all the lip locking. it was cute at first but the honeymoon phase is now starting to tire the rest of the group.

“well, you could-” steve starts.

you quickly jab him in the stomach, shutting him up. “sorry,” you smile sheepishly at robin, “yes, we’re done.”

robin chuckles, “whatever, i got us the job” she states, ready to get out of there.

“how?,” steve asks, head tilting to the side.

“told him that steve’s a real chick magnet and he’ll attract a lot of customers...especially hot babes,” she shrugs like it didn’t take any work.

“ahh,” you nod slowly, agreeing, then redirecting your focus back to steve.

“see. pretty privilege.” you point out, making steve chuckle, his fingers naturally wrapping around yours as the three of you finally walk out of the store.

and no, you don’t miss the way he looks back at keith with a smirk.

an: i will not promise a next year this time because in all honesty, i got nothing but moment titles. if i do write one, it will just be randomly posted one day lol.

thank you for reading! and if you were here when i first posted part one (exactly a year ago), extra love to you<3

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THE DEMON IN MY CLOSET • SIM JAEYUN

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ demon!jaeyun wc. 6.1k+

𓄷 warnings... smut mdni. mentions of abuse. mentions of death. oral (f. receiving). unprotected sex. softdom jake.

nia's notes: here's the first installment of the series, i hope you guys enjoy it 🖤 you sunghoon's is next .

lucifer masterlist | sunghoon

You were taken from me…

So pray for me and I'll burn for you …

A week inside this house; and things have been interesting to say the least— no your grandmother hasn't come back to haunt you yet; but the house does seem colder, like cold enough for you to walk around in your sweater all the time; you even tried to turn the thermostat up, but that did nothing.

Then it was the damn lights; you knew it was an old house; but that didn't stop you from tensing up in fear whenever the lights would flicker when you would walk down the hall, almost like the lights would follow you with every step; it felt like someone was there, controlling them, watching you, timing your steps with the lights— it creeped you the fuck out.

And you can't forget your closet door; the door that refused to close no matter what; well no refused to stay closed. you chalked it up to the door being broken so it wouldn't stay closed; just pushing a shoe in front of it when you sleep to keep yourself sane in the darkness.

Besides those things everything else was fine, you had gotten rid of mostly everything out of the house, the wifi guy coming to set up the internet— which took you all day to your demise, having 5 random men in the house while you basically just stood there awkwardly.

On a better note; you had to go back into the town for groceries, where you met huening kai; a cute boy who worked as a cashier in the supermarket— so you did find yourself going to that grocery store 3 more times that week; having enough groceries to last you a while.

“He's super cute.” you threw the keys to the house on the counter, placing the new set of groceries on the table. “yeah he must be, you're gonna go broke.” Yeji said over facetime, you laughed while opening the fridge to put the food up. “you’re laughing, I'm serious; in this economy you're spending money on groceries you don't need.” she said. “Well I mean you practically are rich now, so I guess it doesn't matter to you.”

“No, my parents are rich now, and that's only because my grandmother was Lucifer's wife in her past life and—” You heard a snicker, which made you freeze. “The hell?” You said, putting your 3rd bottle of milk into the fridge. “What is it?” You heard Yeji's voice through the phone. “It sounded like I heard someone just laugh.” You closed the door to the fridge. “Lord you're going crazy up there baby, hearing voices.”

“Not voices, a chuckle.” You said , walking to your room. “Girl that's scarier I fear.” and like clockwork, the damn closest door was wide open again. “This fucking door.” You slammed it shut. “What's with the door?” You sighed , fiddling with the necklace. “I close it and it's open, I even put a shoe, the shoe must not be strong enough.” You said. “Or you have a ghost.” She said, gasping. “Maybe it's your grandma, you should get an ouija board.” she said. “Should I?” You teased, clearly the “wind” didn't like that because your door to the closet creaked open.

“Sorry the monster in my closet doesn't agree with that.” You joked around, getting up, closing the door, putting a book in front of it. “Just a suggestion.” Yeji shrugged, your hand going back to that necklace. “Girl you are obsessed with that damn necklace.” She said, “You've touched it like 20 times since we've been on the phone.” You looked down on the necklace. “I don't know, I'm addicted to it, it's so pretty.” you said. “It is, it's giving vintage in the best way, where'd you get it?”

“It was my grandmothers I guess. I found it sitting in a jewelry box while cleaning out her room.” You explained. “It was the only thing in there.” you said. “Cute, probably from the 1600s, you know when your grandmother was born.” You rolled your eyes. “She was 85.” She shrugged. “Ask your mom, it looks expensive, maybe a family heirloom.”

“I did, she said, growing up, her grandmother never mentioned a family heirloom, she didn't even talk to her family.” You said, shrugging it off. “Whatever it is, or wherever it came from I'm glad I found it before my mom did , then it would've gone to my 17 year old cousin, who probably would've pawned it.”

“I have to go now girl, I've got a date.” Yeji said after about another hour of talking. “Good for you.” you said with a little bit of jealousy. “Hey you still have the cute grocery boy.” You sighed. “Yeah, who lives in the town 30 minutes away.” you said. “Hey, I guess you have to go buy more milk.” She heard her laugh, you scoffed. “Oh haha I hope your date fucks you tonight and doesn't let you finish.” You heard her gasp, hanging up laughing.

You found yourself in the kitchen cooking yourself some dinner; why let the groceries go to waste? sitting the food down on the table, you could've taken it to your room , but the closet thing crept back up on you, scaring you— you know you could change rooms; it wasn't like the house was lacking space, but you couldn't be bothered to move your things, you weren't staying there for long anyway.

Finishing your food, you put the plate in the sink, ready to go back to your room— laughing when a message from Yeji calling you bitch because her date sucked. You were almost to your room, when you heard a noise. No, a crash coming from your bedroom. You freeze right in your spot; that wasn't a figment of your imagination— that was actually coming from your bedroom— the noise was coming from your bedroom.

Now the rational side of your brain was yelling at you to run like hell and then call the damn police like a smart person, but your feet clear wanted to die because you found yourself creeping back to the room, slowly opening the door, it was eerily silent and it felt even colder than usual— and then you noticed it; the closet door was open, the door you knew you closed; and the book you had put in front of the closet? it was across the room.

Was there a person in this house? the police station was 30 minutes out, if you were to call them, you'd be dead by time they got here and that's even if you get a chance to call them— and that's even worse because no one would even bother to come check the house, you didn't know huening kai well enough for him to care about you, and every know that's the former lady of the house died; so by time your dead body would be found, it would most likely be by your parents and it would be all decomposed.

You were freaking out now mentally, scared to move in case a person was in your closet— then you didn't hear anything; surely if someone was in there they would've come out already. You stand up straight , goosebumps all over your arms as you go up to the closet, swinging it open— and nothing; it was nothing in there. You didn't dream it , it wasn't all in your head, you heard the crash, anyone would've heard it.

Swinging the closet door fully open, looking around inside, there was nothing in there but your clothes, and your shoes— your shoes that you put neatly on the inside, now all over the floor; you weren't staying in here another night— you'd drive the 30 minutes into the town of you had to, slamming the the closet door closed. “I got to get the hell out of here.” You whipped around to run out the room.

“Don't go.” A voice that damn sure didn't come out of you spoke. “Please don't go, he'll be mad at me if you do.” there he was sitting on your bed, the jewelry box that was sitting on your nightstand in his hand. “Wait please.” your eyes widened, your mouth open ready to scream. “Don't scream.” he said, jumping up covering your mouth. “This isn't going well, please don't scream.”

He was touching you, looking you dead in your eyes begging you not to scream. “I'm gonna let go now, please don't scream, I'm not here to hurt you .” You nodded, and he slowly let his hand uncover your mouth, putting them by his side. “See, I'm not gonna hurt you.” the boy said, you forced yourself to speak. “wh-who— I have money in my bag, it's over there, please just take it.” he was now confused. “I-i have jewelry too , the lady here had a bunch, it's all real.”

You went to take all the jewelry you were wearing off as well reaching for the necklace sitting on your necklace, so ready to give him anything so he'd just leave you. “Wait, no don't take that off!” He stood up , making you step back, trying to run out. “If you take that off , it might complicate things.”

“W-what?” you took another step back, him following forward. “wh-who are you?” He smiled like he wasn't in your room unwanted. “Im jaeyun.” He introduced himself. “But you can call me Jake, all my friends call me jake.” Friends? He was an intruder. “I'm not an intruder, I live here.” He said— you didn't say that out loud. “I-i won't call the cops, please just leave.”

“I live here, why would I leave?” He seemed confused. “No, m-my grandmother lived here,” he nodded. “So did I.” He said matter of factly. “I lived here longer than her actually.” he said, the door closing behind you making you jump. “I see you backing up, I told you I'm not gonna hurt you.” Your bottom lip trembled in fear. “You did that?!” You said. “Wh-what are you? a ghost?”

He laughed. “No, of course not.” He said. “I'm a demon.” You were going crazy? No , you were dreaming, this was just a weird nightmare. “You're not dreaming, I'm not that kind of demon.” He said. “You-you’re reading my mind, you're closing doors.” he nodded, “you're a demon?” He repeated the head movements. “I'm gonna pass out.”

“Please don't, I'll be in trouble if you get hurt.” He said. “Please i just wanted to talk to you, I've been watching you since you moved in, I was the one who sat the necklace out for you to find, even though that's against the rules; you're actually supposed to find it yourself, but things were different this time.”

“W-what do you want?” you said , he stepped forward once more; and you moved back in reflex. “I wanted to meet you.” He looked like he seemed to know you very well. “meet me? why?” He went silent, like he was trying to find out what to say; he couldn't just say what he wanted right now, you're already freaked out. “you're pretty, I guess that's why.”

“Look there's no need to be scared , okay?” He said. “I'm not gonna hurt you I promise.” He said. “None of us really want to hurt you.” None of us? “There's more of you?” You said. “Shit I can't say more okay, please just know we won't hurt you? Okay?” Before you could do anything else, he reached up , holding the pendent in his hand. “You won't be harmed.” and that's it- he was gone, he disappeared with a blink of an eye; like he never existed.

Like hell you were going to sleep to night, you didn't even bother to turn the light; you will still trying to convince yourself it was just weird freaky dream and you’d wake up from, but when the damn sum started to rise, you finally had to come to the crazy unbelievable conclusion— he was real, there was a demon in this house; you also had to admit your mom was somewhat right about the house being haunted.

you knocked out right then and there, the boy from the night before was there again, he wasn't saying anything though, just staring at you— smiling at you, but it wasn't the puppy like smile he sported last night , it was a sinister one, and his cute brown eyes; they now were red and glowy, what you expect a real demon to look like; but he said he could go into your dream? “He did? little jakey is a liar now.”

You shot up, breathing heavily; clutching your chest. “What the hell?” you tried to catch your breath. “What the hell was that?” safe to say you'll probably never sleep again as long as you're in this house.

Dragging your body out of bed; your shower was quick, scared that someone was watching you, making sure to wrap yourself in a towel, basically running back to your room, closing the door to get dressed— peeking out the door to see if he was out there. When you didn't see him , you stepped outside, creeping down the hallway. “What are you doing?”

You yelped, spinning around; he stood there. “oh I'm sorry.” he said. “I didn't mean to scare you.” He reached out , but you stepped back. “I told you I wasn't gonna hurt you.” He said. “How can I trust you, not when you lied to me?” You said, he tilted his head. “You can come into my dreams.” His eyes widened. “Who told you that?” He said. “So you can?” He was silent. “Can you?” You repeated. “Well yeah but I didn't go into your dreams yesterday.”

“But you have.” He scratched the back of his neck. “It was the third night after you found the necklace.” He said. “You um, it was uh.” His ears were turning red, you understood what he meant. “I hid in the closet.” He said. “So you're a pervert?” He shook his head. “No, I didn't go into them anymore I swear.” he was a demon; how could you trust a demon. “That's understandable, who'd be crazy enough to trust a demon?”

“If you want me to even attempt to trust you, stay outta my mind.” you said, he held his hand up, putting it to his chest. “I swear.” He said, you nodded. “Fine.” You said. “But I have questions.”

“I reckon you don't eat eggs?” You said. “I don't eat anything, I don't need to.” He said, you nodded. “Of course you don't.” You sat down at the table. “Sit down, you're standing is creeping me out.” he smiled sitting down. “So ask me anything, I can answer everything you want.”

“Who the hell was in my dreams last night?” It was his turn to tense up. “I can't exactly tell you why he was in the dream, but that was sunghoon, you can only see him in in dreams for now?” He said. “and why is that?” He chewed his bottom of his lip. “because he doesn't want to see you yet.” You heard him whisper under his breath. “Is he dangerous?” You said. “Well no , not exactly.” You stopped chewing your food. “what does that mean?” You questioned. “He won't hurt you.” He said. “Hopefully.”

“What does any of this have to do with this necklace?” You said. “Well I actually don't know too much about that either.” He said, you scoffed. “what do you know?” You said. “Well that necklace is why I'm here today, well that and because I want you to see me.” You perked up. “So without the necklace I wouldn't be able to see you?” he nodded. “Not exactly, anyone could see us if we wanted them to, we're bonded with the necklace, and now that you've worn it, we're bonded with you.”

“You keep saying we, are you talking about the one who was in my dream?” he nodded. “no not sunghoon, jay.” He answered. “You can't see him either?”

“He doesn't want to see me?” He shrugged. “He just likes to observe most times.” He explained. “He's been here the longest so I understand, he doesn't adjust well to people who have the necklace.” he frowned. “Bunch of bad experiences.” You held your head. “You okay?” He asked, concerned. “It's all too much , I feel like my head is gonna explode.”

He wants to reach over the table and grab your hand, he almost is compelled to; but he doesn't want to scare you even more , so he just sits in silence, letting you come to terms with everyone. “Look.” He was the first to speak up. “I get this is a lot to take in, so I'll give you some space.” He said. “When you're ready, just call for me.” Before leaving he said one more than. “Any time you call for me I'll be there, just like before.”

You don't call for him for the next few days, trying to just wrap your head around everything he told you— which wasn't much, but before moving here you believed there was no such thing as demons, so it was a lot for you. You tried to call your mom, but what you tell her; the house has demons; but only you can see them, but you can only see one because one is too traumatized for some reason to show himself; and the other doesn't want to see you and may or may not want to kill you— that would get you locked away in a padded room.

You tried to talk to Yeji the best way you could, but of course she thought you were just having nightmares— you wish it was just a nightmare that you were having. You even walked around the house, trying to find something; anything to make some sense of it; maybe Jake was useful, at least he cured your boredom. “You're not gonna find anything.”

You turned around, glaring. “I didn't call you.” He nodded. “not with your mouth no, but you did say my name.” He said, pointing to his head. “What did I say?” you said. “I'm sorry.” He said. “I just really wanted to see you, it's been 4 days, I missed you.” You smiled, he was kinda cute for a being that was probably centuries years old. “How old are you?”

“Well me i've only been here 100 years.” he said like it was normal. “I told you I've been here for a while.” you nodded. “Yeah a long time.” He laughed. “Not as long as my brothers , but long enough.” He said. “Did you know my grandmother?” He looked uncomfortable. “Your grandma was a scary woman.” He shifted in his seat. “What do you mean by that?” You asked , he shook his head. “It's not my story to tell, just know she wasn't a nice person, and I've met my fair share of not nice people.”

What did she do that had this century old demon so scared? “Well I didn't know her, she and my mom never got along.” You said. “Oh I know, we listened to them argue all the time, I was happy when your mom left , she didn't have to endure the abuse your grandmother put her through. He frowned. “Abuse?” you never heard about any abuse from your mother. “Oh she never told you?” You shook your head no. “Your grandmother was cruel to her , hitting and yelling at her; she would even lock your mom in a closet when she'd misbehave; your grandfather tried to stop it but your grandma, she was evil to everyone.”

That made you angry; all those years you spent telling your mom that she probably wasn't that bad, and that they just needed to make up— you felt sad because your mom couldn't tell you. Jake saw your face drop, he grabbed your hand. “But I know you aren't like that, I can tell you're different.” He said. “I believe we've bonded with the perfect person.”

He was so sweet; how could someone like him be a demon. “You don't seem like someone who'd be a bad person in life , how did you become a demon?” He looked down at the table. “Did I say something wrong?” He shook his no. “Of course not.” He toyed with his fingers. “I won't lie and say there are bad demons; of course there are,” he said. “But some of us made decisions; did things that made us like this.” He said. “And what did you do?”

“I sold my soul.” He started, “I sold my soul for the person I love.” You sat back in the seat. “So you were a human?” He nodded, smiling. “It was a lot different from today when I was a human, but I've learned to adjust throughout the time periods.” He explained. “I was tricked.” He said, “Her name was Grace, she was the love of my life, I knew I was gonna spend the rest of my natural human life with her.” his smile dropped. “But she got sick; really sick and she was gonna die, and I couldn't have that, I needed her, I felt like I couldn't breathe with her.”

He looked so broken retelling the story. “He feeds off of vulnerability, he felt how desperate I was; he came to me when she was days away from death; he said your life for hers— I should've read the fine print I guess.” He chuckled. “I thought he'd kill me right then and there, but no he'd said he'd be back.” He said. “He came back a few years later, I died of the same sickness she did, ironic huh?” You didn't know if you should laugh, so you just nodded. “I watched her grieve, and I watched her grow old; she got remarried again, and had children— then I watched her die.” He said. “Then he sent me here, and I saw again— my grace; except her name wasn't Grace, it was Laura, but she had her soul, she found the necklace; but she didn't remember me, I tried to explain it to her but she didn't believe it.” He said. “Then I realized my punishment; I have to watch her die; I have to watch her soul die over and over.” He said looking back up at you. “That's why I feel so drawn to you; you have her soul.”

“M-me?” He nodded. “Don't be frightened I know it's weird.” He said. “I didn't believe in reincarnation either; until this.” He said; you didn't believe it either, but given the situation; you don't know what to believe anymore— he was literally telling you that you have the soul of his dead girlfriend from over 100 years ago. “Please tell me you believe me?”

“It sure is a lot to take in.” You started. “But I don't believe you'd tell me this if it wasn't true.” He perked up with a smile. “Really, you believe me?” He said, you slowly nodded. “I guess I do.” You said. “Wow , they don't normally believe me, and years go by and they all get married or live good lives and soon they forget about the necklace and put it back then the bond is broken and they don't even think about us.”

“Are all your stories like that?” He shook his head. “No, we've all different stories, different reasons we ended up like this.” He said. “Mistakes we've made.”

He stayed around longer , telling you everything he could about himself; you even told him about stuff in your life; how you recently graduated from college and plan to start work at a company after the summer. “So that means you'll leave soon?” You questioned. “Will you keep the necklace?” He asked. “When you take the necklace off you break the bond between us.” He said; you hadn't even thought about it yet; how would this even work in the city? you can't even explain this to anybody. “I don't know, but it's a little early to answer that.” You saw him frown. “Don't get too upset though, okay nothing is set in stone yet.” You reassured , he smiled. “Okay.”

You eventually fell asleep, exhausted from the day. Jake sat at the end of the bed; just watching you, the air entering and leaving your body, lightly snoring; you were so pretty; he could feel graces soul in you, but it also felt like something new, you were a breath a fresh air— he'd only known you for a few days , but he'd been watching you since the first day you got here, he liked you. “stop staring at her, you look like a creep.”

He looked up where he stood. “why'd you go in her dream?” The boy shrugged. “Fun, seeing her scared; why'd you lie , didn't want her to know you were creeping on her in her dreams” Jake stood up. “Let's go, Jay is probably waiting.” He looked back at you, where you were sleeping comfortably— he smiled.

This gradually progressed after he told you his life story; you actually started to call out to him more, letting him be around you and getting to know what he was like now; as a demon and all, you showed him all your favorite shows, he said he was still able to leave the house so he was caught up— they all were they just chose to stay up here in the house. “Plus it would be hard explaining to elderly folks in this town why they were still the same age from when they were young.” and that you understood.

Sitting on the couch one day; watching lucifer— it was his request. “This is a great depiction of him really, the actor in this is much more handsome though.” You turn to him. “Of course Lucifer in real life is much more terrifying and has absolutely no feelings.” He said his personality was so human-like , it was like he wasn't even a demon. “you don't really act like a demon.” You said. “Sure I could be angry about my situation and turn evil, but it's hard to be mad when I did this to myself.” He said. “I sold my soul to the devil.” He shrugged it off.

“Do you ever regret it?” He nodded. “It's not easy grieving the loss of someone you loved over and over and they don't even remember you.” he said. “And keeping up with the trends of course , I mean sometimes I would rather be dead than listen to anything these kids talk about today.” You giggled. “What?” He said. “You say these kids , with the most youthful looking face, it's funny.” he laughed, pouting. “Hey I'm at least 122 years older than you.” That made you laugh even harder. “That doesn't help at all.”

“Hey, stop laughing.” He smiled. “Stop it right now.” You couldn't. “So you won't stop.” before you could react, he was on top of you. “So keep laughing.” He began to tickle your sides , Jake laughed as you began to gasp for air. “Jake, stop it.” you shouted. “Okay , okay I'll stop.” You said , throwing your hands up in defense. “I'm done.”

“You're gonna stop?” You nodded. “I swear.” He took away his hands from your side; but he was still on top of you, basically straddling you, looking down at you. “That wasn't fa—” his lips were on before you could finish the sentence, your eyes widened as he quickly pulled back. “shit I'm so sorry.” he cursed at himself. “It's okay.” You tried to calm him down. “It's not a bi—” before you could even finish, he was gone. “jake?” You called him, then you called him again; then again— but he never came.

He didn't come for another 4 days, and those days felt like torture; you roamed the halls just calling out for his name— desperate you know, but that's what you were, desperate. You missed his company. You missed him; to the point you'd wish he'd show up in your closet again.

“You can call more, living your life in seclusion can't be healthy.” Yeji said. “it's not total seclusion.” You said, wondering the halls like you found yourself doing. “the grocery boy doesn't count.” You rolled your eyes. “I'm not talking about him either.” You were referring to the demon who managed to make you go insane without his presence— maybe that's his evil. “Well unless you got a pet then I'm not sure what you're talking about.”

“It's nothing, just saying nonsense.” You said. “Maybe I should come up there and visit you.” She said, “No you don't have to, I don't want to ruin your summer.” You said, also you didn't want her to find out about any of this. “Enjoy your summer fun and I'll see you soon back in the city.” She hummed. “Well make sure you eat enough food okay?” She said, “And try to socialize.” she said before hanging up.

You went back to your room, calling his name once more; but you knew he wasn't gonna answer. “I'm here.” You shot up, hearing that voice you've missed for the past 4 days. “Jake.” He sat down on the bed. “You said if I call you'd answer.” You frowned. “I know.” He looked down. “Why'd you leave like that?” He didn't say anything, and it just made you angry. “If you're just gonna stand there and not say anything, then go back to wherever you came from.”

“You don't mean that.” He said. “And how do you figure?” You questioned your eyebrow lifting. “Because you've called out for me for the past four days.” He started. “And I read your mind.” You glared at him. “Fine I'm sorry.” He said. “I didn't mean to leave you alone , I really didn't mean to hurt you y/n , you gotta believe me.”

“Well you did, you ran away.” You said. “and I'm sorry, I was just scared.” He said. “Scared that you'd get scared and take the necklace off, try and break the bond.” He said. “I shouldn't have kissed you , I know it was wrong , but please don't hate me.” He was rambling. “I didn't hate the kiss.” He stopped. “You didn't?”

“You would've known that had you not run away like a coward.” He nodded , you were rightfully upset— and you genuinely wanted to be pissed at him, but you couldn't, that's how much you missed him. “y/n , look—” before he could say anything , you practically threw yourself into his lap , kissing him. “You mmph missed me that much.” He said in between kisses. “Shut up.”

You grabbed his face, his hands wrapping around your waist, basically lifting you up as your lips danced against each other. “Fuck I love this so much.” He groaned , laying you down on the bed; his body hovering over yours , grinding his hips against yours, you felt his cock pressing against your clothed cunt. “Wanted to do this since the first day you walked through those doors.” His hands caressed your face, slowly making his way down your body; your body reacting to his touches. “J-jake.” You whimpered. “Need you so much Jake.”

He began to attack your neck with kisses, his hands working on your shorts; unbuttoning them, kissing down your stomach. “Do you want this?” he questioned, you nodded. “words darling, I need words.” You moaned as he pulled down your shorts. “Please Jake , it hurts so bad” you were so needy, not having a time to pleasure yourself; well that and the fact you didn't feel comfortable knowing there were three demons in the house who could see you.

he threw your shorts somewhere, his eyes full of need as he turned back to you. “So pretty.” He ran up your clothed slit. “So wet.” you let out a moan as he kissed your cunt. “T-take them off.” Your hands tugged at his roots. “Fuck okay.” He groaned, the sensation from you pulling on his roots , making his cock twitch, pulling your panties down.

He finally got rid of your panties, leaving you bare waist down. “Fuck you're dripping.” He kissed the inside of your thighs, “smell so good.” He licked your folds. “Sh-shit.” Getting a taste of your sweet cunt, sent the demon into a frenzy, desperate to taste you more. “Fuck Jake!” He held your thighs open as he sucked on your clit.

He continued the assault on your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit , you felt your orgasm reaching and fast. “Fuck Jake fu-fuck I'm not gonna last.” You moaned. “I'm cumming!” You screamed, yanked at his hair harder as you came, your legs shaking as he ate you out through your orgasm, taking in everything you had to offer him. “shit.”

He forced himself away before he made you cum in his mouth over and over; plus his cock was so hard, he felt like he was gonna burst if he did fuck you. “You're so fucking addicting.” He cursed , his body hovering over yours. “Need to fuck you.” He groaned , palming himself. “Please.”

You reached in between your bodies , unbuckling his pants. “Please fuck me.” You pushed his pants down , he stood up , fully taking them off; climbing back into the bed , freeing his cock from his underwear. “You want my cock?” He moaned , rubbing the head of his cock along your slit. “Want me to fill this pussy?” You nodded moaning his name. “Please jake , please fuck me.”

He wasted no time , pushing his cock into you, both of you moaning out in pleasure; rocking his hip slowly , letting his cock drag along your walls. “Oh fuck , you're so fucking tight.” He groaned , his hand coming up to your boobs , squeezing it; your hips bucked up , matching the roll of his hips. “You feel so good.” Your nails clawing down his back. “Fuck if you that I'm gonna cum.”

His thrust began to become less coordinated , his abdomen tightening. “I’m gonna cum.” He whimpered against your lips. “M-me too.” His hands came in between your legs , rubbing your clit. “Cum for me baby , cum all over my cock.” Your legs stiffened , your back arching as you came. “that's it , keep cumming on my dick— shit I'm gonna cum.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head , the band snapping in his stomach. “Fuck I'm cumming!”

He let out a moan , feeling his cum sticking to your walls. “Sh-shit.” He slowly pulled out , his cum leaking out of you. “So pretty.” He let his cock rub against your messy folds , smearing his cum. “So messy.” he tapped his mushroom top on your bud. “You did so good , took my cock like a good girl.” He kissed your forehead. “such a good girl.”

“Why were they in my closet?” You laid in his arms afterwards. “Because you wouldn't look in there.” He said , you looked at him. “And taking the jewelry box?” He smiled. “I didn't mean to take it , I was just looking at it , then I got tangled up in your stupid shoe rack and I fell , so I tried to quickly return it , but you were faster.” You giggled, shaking your head.

“So I guess since you were the perv in my closet, you were also the perv in the mirror , staring at me?” Jake sat up a bit. “No I never did that , and I'm not a perv.” He pouted, you tapped his cheek. “it's okay you don't have to lie?” You said , but Jake was serious. “Love, I'm serious , it wasn't me in the mirror.” He said , you sat up. “It wasn't?” He shook his head no.

So, then who was it?

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#enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #enhypen ff #enhypen smut #kpop x reader #kpop smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x reader #jake sim smut #jake sim x reader #jake sim fanfic #jake sim imagines #sim jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun hard hours #sim jake

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crushedsweets · 4 months ago

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Love Bonnie interacting with Toby and Kate, curious on how she'd act with the others. Sorry if this sort of ask was answered before!

You guys flatter me too much . I will self indulgent talk under the cut

ok i havent really thought THAT hard about bonnie in Creeped because 1. i only put her in self-insert OC worlds with my friends 2. she's not that interesting to interact with 3. i'm putting her in place of the hypothetical Y/N i wouldve done for a Creeped visual novel (not dating sim...just visual novel LOL) ....maybe i'll redo this with the ghost bride bonnie i made for a slender mansion AU? she's a lot more interesting

HOWEVER. i think with the main cast it could be kinda funny. cuz bonnies just kinda weird and awkward and difficult to talk to. she's so quick to just go right home.

with Nina, i could see nina fawning over bonnie a little. "your hair color is so pretty do you know how many girls at the salon would kill for this?" "oh my god where did you get that top" "smell my perfume do you like it let me spray you!". bonnie would get overwhelmed and unsure if nina is making fun of her or being genuine, BUT i think the second nina's like "oh yeah im from california too" bonnies like ! OK WE R LIKE THE SAME ! i could see bonnie inviting nina out to a cafe to study but ninas writing fanfic the entire time (unbeknownst to bonnie). bonnie would get along the best with nina, on account of them both being friendly girls with similar interests

With clocky. bonnie would 1000% frequent the restaurant clocky works at, always order the same stack of pancakes, and nothing else comes from it. clocky would be alright with her cuz bon tips well + cleans up her table before leaving (mom was a server so she developed the habit + she's nervous about being a bad guest LOL). BUT . as you can see in the pic. i think it'd be funny if bon immediately called camila(my friends oc) and started going on about "oh my god you wouldve fucking loved my server she was so tall dude come visit me im gonna make you come here" and walked past clocky with a coat so she didnt even realize it was her. dumbass

bonnie would have 0 reason to interact with jack... but bonnie has her issues with ghosts that land her freaking out in forests trying to get away from them. and she'd freak the fuck out if she saw jack, cuz bonnies anxiety/nerves/paranoia is already maxxed out all the time. now imagine a 6'7 grey man in an ominious mask being the only person youve seen in your involuntary hike through the woods after having ghosts swear theyre gonna kill you. shes gonna throw up

she'd have 0 reason to talk to jeff too. they would never be in similar circles(not that bonnie really Has a circle), but. i like the idea of them constantly coincidentally getting stuck on the same train/bus and it being hell on earth. for her, at least. he dgaf. maybe he had plans to kill her one night and started following her and something went wrong and he gave up. dunno

i legit struggle to get in-depth with bonnie and crp characters cuz she's just. so not in their realm. she legit just exists and has bad ghost shit happen to her and is like Guys this is really unfair.

#asks #sweetart #creeped #bonnibel hayes #creepypasta oc #nina the killer #eyeless jack #creepypasta #creepypasta fanart #clockwork #jeff the killer #crp oc

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cypresswood3 · 29 days ago

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You know what. Lemme share my opinions on Malevolent shippers. Not the ships themselves. The people.

Starting off strong, Dollins shippers are somehow the nicest and coziest people out there. You guys sometimes come up with the craziest stuff but. You know the perfect balance between treating these characters and their traumas seriously AND writing them like an old classic Tom-and-Jerry-like cartoon. They are goofy and cute and smell like home. One's a killer for hire and the other is a tortured-by-eldrich-beings detective and you manage to make it into a romcom. I have nothing but respect for Dollins shippers. You are so good to your characters. Like an opposite of Kayne. You smell of fresh pie.

Parkthur shippers are like... the adults of the fandom? I'm not sure how to put it. Yall are mature. You explore parkthur to hell and back. The way you write their relationship is always full comradery and love in its purest form. Not traumabonded like Noel and Arthur, not dependant like blind faith, not brought together by trials like jarthur, but not quite as domestic as dollins. Parkthur is always very real and very human. I'm honestly a big fan of parkthur myself. Arthur's backstory was always the more interesting part of the lore for me (breaking my silence I've always loved Arthur more than John and it'll remain so). So you guys. You guys are the big siblings of the fandom.

Arthur and Noel shippers... I've honestly only seen it done as Arthur x Noel x John. And I love that. You guys hold so much love for Noel it almost makes me tear up. The way you write your stuff feels more of a Noel's good ending then jarthur's. And it's not a complaint in the slightest. You take jarthur and you fit Noel in so well and smooth he actually fixes them. You make Noel jarthur's home and family, and you make them his anchors. You guys are full of hope. When it comes to John x Noel (Arthur is there third wheeling or smth)... You guys are like dollins shippers witht their comfy domestic vibes, but you have an additional sprinkle of... healing. You love your John and Noel and treat them so so well, but it's less of a silly cartoony thing (like dollins) and more of a... story of rediscovery and, again, healing. You have a domestic vibe of a comfort book. Also you create the most insane things when you're horny /very pos.

Blind faith aka Arthur and Oscar shippers. Guys are you okay. It's a banger ship but guys. Guys how are we feeling. Have you tasted anything but tears in the last... forever? You create the most touching and soul crushing pieces of fan-creations but it takes you all your happiness to do so. You embrace the sad the same way Arkayne-ists embrace the horny. Even when you make them happy they're still engulfed in an aura of melancholy. You can write them in a good ending au and it still tastes bitter. And I don't mean it as a bad thing. You guys write Oscar and Arthur like they're doomed Sea and Moon yuri and I fuck with it. So hard. Yall are insanely talented. But also insanely sad. Do you guys want a cookie.

Arkayne. I'm convinced that all Arkayne shippers are actually Kayne's alternative accounts. Yall are ruthless but in the best way possible. Going through Malevolent you either defaultly ship jarthur or arkayne and I have nothing but awe for those whose heart calls for arkayne. I love your fics, guys. Having them in my browser history is incriminating but god. You really look at everyone else and cackle maniacally because you can do anything. Yall can go as crazy as humanly possible and that would still be Kayne. I love arkayne shippers because yall are genuinely so so fun. Yall are the type of people wh didn't drown their sims in pools. Because it was old and boring. Your ghosts were all colors of the rainbow because yall went overboard with your stuff. Honestly same.

Larson and Yellow shippers are quiet and almost unnoticeable but they make the most jaw-dropping gut-wrenching fanfiction known to man. They take Yellow and sink their teeth into him ruthlessly. Where John fans dissect him with care and patience, Yellow enjoyers tear him apart and drag the raw still-beating heart out of him. Whereas other shippers make stuff with hope, your works are embraced in a stench of doom. And it's sweet but in a way rotten flesh is sweet. You take Larson and Yellow and ask the question, can they see salvation and become better together? Then you make them try through blood and sweat and tears and tell them NO. And it leaves them both in agony. And it leaves me in agony. "Raw" is really the best word that comes to mind to describe you. I love you but please stop hurting me.

Larthur idk never saw anyone ship it but if someone does delete your account lmao. Freaks.

There is like a dozen more ships you can make but I've only yapped about the most prominent ones. Will make a part two if there's stuff I genuinely forgot or can yap about. It's 4 am please don't be hard on me if I missed something ultra obvious. It'll come to me.

And jarthur shippers. You think I forgot that don't you. I didn't. It's a fully conscious decision.

#malevolent #arthur lester #malevolent podcast #john malevolent #john doe malevolent #yellow malevolent #kayne malevolent #the butcher malevolent #dennis collins #noel finely #charlie dowd #oscar malevolent #blind faith #dollins #arkayne #wallace larson

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bodhrancomedy · 8 months ago

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8 Games Which Made Me Bawl My Fucking Eyes Out (in the best way)

1. A Story Beside

Holy hell, I think the fact I played this one when I was isolating with COVID and terrified my breathing issues were gonna be permanent probably added to my complete sobbing breakdown at the end of this.

Every single chapter is a beautiful gut punch and the ending sequence where you guide Lyric back through her story? Heartbreaking.

2. I Was a Teenage Exocolonist

This is probably one of my favourite games of all time and certainly one I’ve sunk the most hours into.

The fact that your first run-through is almost guaranteed to be full of failure and missed chances just adds to the pain I felt.

But the bug in the nursery. That’s what got me.

3. What Remains of Edith Finch

I’m not sure there’s anything I can say about this game which hasn’t been said already.

Each new room puts another knife in your heart as you pull apart the seams of the Finch family curse with Edith as the last survivor.

Gregory was the moment I had to take a break to compose myself.

4. Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life

While I think this remake took some of the teeth out of the original, this farm sim which spans the life of your character is full of heartbreaking moments as you raise your child.

Honestly, being allowed to be queer and nonbinary in this game made me bawl because I remember wishing to both be a boy and love men in the older games.

5. Dragon Quest IV

I could add several of the Dragon Quest games to this list, but after fighting the final boss for nearly two decades, beating this game had me sobbing for hours.

That last scene of Chapter Five had such a tiny little animation of our hero taking off his sword and that send me over the edge.

6. Bramble: The Mountain King

I don't know where to start with this dark folktale of a game. From tragic monsters to absolute gut punches following great unsettling scares, this journey to save your sister as a scared child ripped my heart in two.

The hell Olle goes through for his protective sister is dear to my heart as a nervous little brother myself.

7. Citizen Sleeper

The very concept of this RPG is haunting. A construct on the run from the corporation who took your body is sad enough, but the express love of humanity which runs through this? Beautiful.

I'm not very far through and it's already had me in tears twice.

8. Outer Wilds

I don't think I can say a single thing about this game without completely spoiling it.

Go in blind, but be ready for heavy and sorrowful themes. All I'll say is when you hear the ending theme, have tissues ready.

#video games #angst #weepies #gaming #games

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pumpkinhrat · 1 year ago

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Teacher Jon Sims The archivist's salary barely pays the bills so Jon gets a temporary job as a primary school teacher.

Aka I'm putting Jon through my life experiences

[Image ID: A digital comic strip. First drawing: Jonathan Sims stands in front of a board and asks "Okay, any questions?" Second drawing: a bunch of kids sitting in a classroom. A boy in the front row has his hand raised up and says "Do you play Fortnite?" Third drawing: Jon with a stunned expression on his face. He quietly says "no." In the background there is Jean Paul Sartre's quote saying "Hell is other people." End ID]

#i was also asked if i touch grass #school age boys are definitely interesting individuals #my art #tma fanart #tma #the magnus archive fanart #jonathan sims

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rottenraccoons · 6 months ago

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okay i JUST finished playing through keir's chapter two and while there are truly so many things i could gush praise about (like all of the new backgrounds!! i noticed immediately and got so excited i had to show them off to my brother), i have to say i truly do appreciate the conversation with keir by the lake so much

its pretty rare to find dating sims where characters not only have true adult conversations about disagreements, but you're also allowed to STAY mad at a character for their actions. and being mad at him doesn't ruin your chance of him confessing either!

you all put so much complexity and mixed emotion into each scene, and it makes the characters and the world feel so much more real for it so i just had to let y'all know that i noticed and appreciated the hell out of it (almost as much as i appreciated that kissing cg with keir 👀)

Yeah Mugi really nailed that kiss CG, didn't she?

Thank you so much! Tobi really inspired me way back when we started with her letting the player pick their emotional response to the prayer and flogging scenes. It doesn't always work out (sometimes we need to prioritise other things), but I like the idea of giving players the space to work out their own feelings about emotionally-charged moments via Vesper. I've seen some discussion already in our Discord server from players who have really different reactions to what Keir did, so it seems like making sure players could be mad was helpful.

And I'm so glad that the scene came off the way I intended. Thank you so much <3

#obscura vn #rotten raccoons #asks #keir #obscura spoilers

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pisstintedglasses · 7 days ago

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Clematis

Sim Jaeyun x afab! Reader

warnings: eventual smut, domestic abuse, age gap maybe? it's not predator shit I swear

word count: 6.9k

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He was always there in all the right moments. When you needed someone who wasn't your mom, your best friend, nor your stuffed animal. You've had him by your side since you were 5. The faint memory of a kind, warm light in the guise of a man with such soft—almost blurry features. You were beyond thankful that such an altruistic person practically bound himself to being there for you. It was you and him against the world. You had a Jake, whom you just somehow knew no one could steal from you. You realized it in one instance.

You were being picked on by your friend, just friendly fire, as what your parents would call it.

"Gimme your doll! Mommy says I deserve what I want!" one of your wealthy friends pried your favorite toy from your stubborn hands. She wasn't even your friend.

Your mom found out her boss had a kid and set up playdates for you in hopes of building a connection and getting promoted or some shit. You were too young to come up with a term for what you felt then, but as you looked back, you finally concluded one. You were being used. Exploitive parenting.You had to sit through 3 hours playdates of this spoiled brat making you feel inferior about your family's financial standing.

It's absurd. Children shouldn't even have a grasp about the financial hierarchy, but this.. friend of yours sure did—always mentioning how she's better than you in all aspects. All because she's got a few hundred thousands in her parents' bank account to be spoiled rotten with.

"B-but she's mine! Daddy gave me her!"

"No! I'm the richer one so what I say goes! My mom owns your mom, so I kind of paid for this toy already!—" she kept spewing out about her riches again, as if all you have was owned and paid for by her. And all you could do was listen.

Try as you might to keep her grubby little paws off your possession, she was one strong kid—each of you tugged at one arm of the doll, a couple of tearing sounds pierced your ears before both of you were suddenly fallen to the ground.

You were still holding onto the arm of your doll, except... it wasn't attached to the body anymore. Man, even your doll chose someone else over you.Parallel to you, the spoiled brat held the doll to her face as tears pricked her wide eyes before she let out a loud, awful shriek, demanding for her mommy to be called to the room immediately. Upon hearing the chaotic, and even pained cries of her daughter, your mom's boss came rushing to the room, with your mom in tow.

"What happened?!" She roared, cradling her child into an embrace as she tried to assess the room for signs of what happened. Or at least, you hoped she did. You hoped she'd notice that it was your doll that was ripped and being waved around by her daughter. That you weren't the aggressor. That you were the victim here.

You wanted to defend yourself, give an explanation of what truly happened. Except, that evil bitch beat you to it."Mommy! Look! She broke my favorite doll!" No. It's not yours! You wanted to argue, but your mom never gave you the chance, as she pulled at your wristed and gritted "What the hell did you do?!" through her teeth.

Pushing your back into a bow, she threatened you to apologize. Notwithstanding, you refused. Why did you have to say sorry? You didn't do shit to apologize for."No! Mom it's her fault! She-" Your mom's hand clamped around your jaw and forced it to her boss' direction as she put words in your mouth, "Ma'am, my daughter is terribly sorry. I'll make sure this never happens again."

The boss gave so much as a "tch". She was still trying to silence her daughter's sobs and hiccups for me to be punished for break her doll. "This will never happen again. Because from now on, your child is no longer welcome anywhere near my daughter! Deal with that violent child of yours, will you? Now get out of my house!"

Your mom had slapped you. "I don't want to hear another word out of you. We could've just bought you another doll! That doll was just scrap anyway!—" She kept going. But all throughout the ride home and even when you had arrived, all she talked about was her. That damn kid and what she wanted.

Livid, you wanted nothing more than to scream at her, but as you took a glance at your mom, her terrified expression made you freeze. Her grip on your skin tightened to a painful extent as she dragged you out of the house.As she yanked you to your car, she never stopped chastizing you, never listening to your side of the story—never even letting you get a word in.

"You fucking dunce! That was my chance of getting a damn promotion! Now, there's no way I'll ever get on the list! You're so ungrateful. Why would you even try fighting her? Why couldn't you just fucking give her the doll?!""B-but mom, I-it was my doll! She hurt me—" Slap.

What about you? You were her kid, but it seemed like she never gave two shits about what you wanted. Not since she's been blinded by trying to get the promo. Blinded by trying to be a kiss-ass. She the one who wanted to sit through all the discrimination. To force herself to linger at the feet of her superiors for hours on end. To plaster a fake smile over her irritation. You didn't.

You ran to your father, was on the same spot as he was before you left for the playdate. On the couch with a beer bottle clutched in his fat hands, seeking shelter. Someone who'd side with you. But when he heard the news, his eyes crossed with rage, grabbing you by the shirt, repeating the same questions your mother had.

Did you even have to answer? You tried to. But it ended just as futile as your other attempts as he slid his belt off and whacked it at you. Not once, but numerous times. It burned. It hurt so much. At first it was just you they were snapping at, then your mom turned to your dad and began arguing with him about getting an actual job instead of rotting away in front of the TV all day.

Now that the focus wasn't on you, you had the chance to slip away into your backyard's little labyrinth, hiding amongst the tall sunflowers.This was always your hiding spot for when your parents were mad at you. They never liked snooping through the garden, so for the time being, you were safe here. Yet, in fear of being discovered, you sniffled silently. Hugging yourself, as no one else would.

That day, at the ripe age of 5, you had the epiphany that would reset your perspective on the world entirely. No one would ever choose to stay by your side. Not your doll, not your family, not anybody. The sharp sounds of your dad's belt coming in contact with your skin kept echoing in your mind before a brief "psst" grabbed your attention.

Glancing around, you looked for the source of the sound and your eyes settled on someone peeking through the sunflowers. You should've been scared, ran away and pondered why there'd be a stranger in your garden, but you didn't. You couldn't. Your leg seems to have been sprained from your dad's abuse, rendering you unable to scurry away. You didn't want to, anyway.

Strangely enough, the stranger's presence provided you with solace. As if this warm curtain enveloped you—sheltered you, and you leaned into it. Your short hands reached out to the man with frantic need. And to your relief, he stepped out, kneeled down in front of you, and let you cry on his lap as he soothed a featherweight-hand on your head.He was a man clad in a white glow that covered everything but his hands and face.

His silhouette was that of a svelte man in his 20s. He had blonde hair that grew up to his nape, and bangs that curtained his face. Plastered on his face, was this kind smile that never disappeared.T hat day, he let you cry out in his arms, as he made a few extra patches of flowers grow to block the path to where you were right now. An effort to harbor you—give you sanctuary away from your parents' maltreat.

He carefully moved you to your bedroom using clematis vines, careful as to not wake you up, tucking you into bed with one last gentle caress before he closed your window (where he snuck you in from). On the morrow, you jolted awake as your felt a hand on your face. You expected to come face to face with the kind stranger, but to your horror, it was your mom.

Flinching away from her touch, you backed away with a squeak as you accidentally put too much pressure on your broken leg. You clutched it to your chest as tears began to prickle your sore eyes again.Your mom's stern eyes watered at your reaction.

"I'm sorry, baby.. I blew a fuse yesterday. I shouldn't have—" She hiccupped, "I shouldn't have said all those things, I shouldn't have hurt you." She pulled you to her in a warm embrace, thinking you'd break down, hug her back and forgive her. But no. Your image of her was now stained, and it's never gonna go back to the way it was before.

She wasn't doing this because she genuinely felt sorry for hurting you. She's doing this to stop the feeling of guilt gnaw at her in her sleep. Still, you didn't say a word as you just let her wail some half0assed excuses and apologies at you. Calling herself a bad mom for letting your father hurt you to this extent. For being too greedy. But you didn't care.

After she was finished with her little crying act, she'd finally taken you to a hospital, and drove herself to the nearest Clerk office to file a divorce. You were admitted for a couple of days due to your numerous injuries, and that gave your mother enough time to process the divorce and fill out all the necessary forms.

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On a Tuesday, you were discharged and was set to just finish the healing. Your dad was no longer melted onto the living room recliner couch. The house was left to you and this random teen babysitter who was not paying attention to you.

You were playing in the back porch while she was watching some boy group on tv. You still recall the moment so vividly. The ridiculously high pitched voices of the boy band hummed through the air as you saw that familiar glow again.

He gave you a warm smile before glancing down at your casted leg. Seeing this, he needn't make you walk, and approached you himself. Extending his hand, a small flower grew unto his finger tips, which you gladly took.

Your gaze moved from the flower, tracing to his arm, then to his face, "Who are you" you said in a hushed whisper.

He chuckled before whispering back. "My name is Jake." His extended hand enveloped yours as he gently shook your hand. "Why are we whispering?"

Giggling, you kept shaking his hand, this time swaying it side to side. "Nice to meet you Jake." count the words please

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Ever since that day, you and Jake became inseparable. He never seemed to age, but you did. And so did your bond. The moments you shared together grew more precious with each passing day. After your leg healed, you found yourself rushing to the garden the moment you could walk again, eager to find him. You'd search through the sunflowers, knowing he'd be there waiting for you like he always had. When you saw him, a sense of calm would wash over you. It was like finding a safe haven amidst the chaos of your home life. There was no judgment in his presence—only warmth and understanding.

Jake was always there, not just physically but emotionally. You didn't have to say much for him to know how you were feeling. Sometimes, you'd sit on the soft grass together in silence, your little legs crossed underneath you while you both watched the birds fly by, letting the world around you feel distant and quiet. Those moments felt like an oasis, an escape from the storm that often raged in your household. There was no need for words, just the shared company of someone who understood you in ways no one else ever had.

Every day after school, you'd run to the garden, bringing cookies your mom used to bake when she wasn't so caught up in her own world. Jake would smile at the sight of the treats, and together, you'd share the crumbs, laughing at how silly you both felt, sitting on the grass, eating and chatting about everything and nothing. It was a routine now, something you both looked forward to; like it was the most natural thing in the world.

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Your mom had changed a bit. She made more of an effort to be present, carving out moments to spend with you—but her habit of never truly listening never faded. Still, you acknowledged her efforts, told yourself it was enough. That maybe she was trying. You wanted to believe that so badly.

Sometimes, when you’d finally muster the courage to open up, she’d shut you down. Then she’d apologize, things would settle, and the cycle would start over again. Just like this moment.

You had told her about Jake. About how much he meant to you. About how safe he made you feel. You’d said it all with a hopeful smile, expecting even just a nod of support. Instead, she reacted like you’d told her you were being groomed by some random man in the woods.

Before you knew it, she had the police over, combing through the backyard—your sacred little haven—for "suspicious persons."

Your chest clenched as you stood at the window, watching the officers trample through the garden Jake had helped you tend to. The garden he'd hidden you in. The garden that grew whenever you were hurt.

“Mom, please!” you begged, tugging at her sleeve. “Call them off! He’s not a bad guy, you don’t understand—he helps me! You’re putting him in danger!”

"This is for your own good!” she snapped, flinching when you tried to push past her. “You don't know what kind of sick people are out there! What kind of grown man hangs around with a fifteen-year-old girl in secret? You should've told me sooner!"

You stared at her in disbelief, fury bubbling up. "He’s not some creep! He's the only person who's ever been there for me, ever! Jake’s done more for me than you or dad ever did combined!"

She raised her hand—but you flinched, and that was enough to make her hesitate.

It hung there for a long moment, trembling midair, before falling to her side. Her eyes glossed over with guilt.

“Go to your room,” she said softly. “Now.”

“No,” you snapped, jaw clenched. “Not until you stop them.”

“I’m not arguing with you.” Her voice cracked as she turned away, unable to meet your eyes.

You grabbed her arm. “You said you changed. After Dad left. After that day. But you didn’t. You’re still not listening to me!”

“I am listening—”

“No, you're reacting.” Your voice broke, but you didn’t let up. “You only listen when it makes you feel better. You’re doing this for yourself, not me.”

She turned back, tears finally spilling. “I’m doing this to keep you safe! Don’t you see that? Don’t you understand how dangerous it looks? You were just a little girl, and now you’re a teenager still clinging to some strange man in secret—how do you expect me to just let that go?!”

"Because he’s all I’ve had!" you screamed. “You think I’m crazy? Fine! But he’s the only reason I survived this house! He’s the one who pulled me out of the dirt after Dad beat me! He held me when you didn’t! He never told me to shut up, never hit me, never ignored me! He stayed! And now you’re sending cops after him?!”

Your mom covered her face, breath shaking, unable to reply.

But you weren’t done. You couldn’t stop.

“You always do this,” you growled. “You take and take and then ask for praise when you give back a piece. You left Dad for hurting me—but then you just kept doing it yourself. You may not hit me anymore, but don’t act like you’re not still cutting me to pieces.”

She turned away again, this time walking—fleeing—the conversation. You chased after her.

"You always twist things. You paint yourself as some hero when you're just scared of being called the villain. That’s all this is. Not love. Guilt. You only care when you think you’ve already ruined me.”

Then she lunged back, grabbed your arm, and dragged you down the hall with sudden force. You kicked, shouted—but she was faster. Stronger.

“No! Let go!” you screamed, shoving at her as she threw open your bedroom door.

“You’re grounded until further notice. I don’t care if it takes weeks—you’re not seeing that man again.”

She shoved you inside and slammed the door shut. You heard the click of the lock, and your stomach dropped.

You pounded your fists against the wood. “You can’t keep me in here! He’s not dangerous!”

But she was already gone.

Grills barred your windows now. There was no slipping out like you used to. No vines to catch you, no soft field of sunflowers to run into.

You sank against the door, breathing hard, tears mixing with anger. All you could think about was Jake.

What if they found him?

What if they dragged him away and locked him up?

What if… what if you never saw him again?

You pressed your palms to your eyes. This was your fault. You should’ve known better than to trust her. You were foolish for thinking people like her could really change.

Because the truth was—she never wanted to understand. She only wanted to control what she didn’t.

You didn't even realize you'd drifted off to sleep, when the sensation of something gliding against your cheek snapped you back into consciousness. Your fight or flight senses tingled, but the sight that stood before you eased your nerves. It was Jake, grinning at you the same way he always had.

Jumping into his arms, the both of you fell to the floor. His giggles warmed and lightened up your grim world. "Woah, missed me much?" He became flustered when you responded with sobs and apologies, telling him how you were reeled by the thought of never seeing him again.

"Hey, it's okay. Those bad guys never would have found me anyway." He assured as he gently stroked her back, rising and falling with her sobs.

"Still! I never wanna lose you, Jakey." Your arms were securely wrapped around his body, which felt like a cold breeze, yet solid enough to tighten around yours, which was shivering. You were straddling him by this point. your head posted on his as his soft hair tickled your nose.

It took a while for him to convince you to loosen your grip for a second so he could raise you to your bed and lay you there. When you both had settle onto the covers, you looked passed his shoulder and to your now open window. The sky was tinted black, and the hum of the cold night breeze breached your ears. Small chirps or crickets followed it.

Both you and Jake managed to survive the day. But you still had tomorrow to deal with.

Jake noticed your unease and pushed your attention back to him, raising a hand to your tear-stained cheeks and murmured your name. "Yes?"

"You've got nothing to worry about. For now, forget your mom. She'll give up on finding me if the police can't do it."

Jake had this ability to make everything feel better, even in the worst of times. On the days your mom would be distracted with her job hunt or dealing with the aftermath of the divorce, Jake would be there to bring light to your life. His presence was like the glow of a warm fire that could never burn you, only comfort you.

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Days after the incident, your mom had indeed given up the search. Though, you had to pretend that you actually lost Jake, so she didn't suspect that he, in fact, was still lingering near you. she seemed assured that he wasn't gonna show back up anytime soon, so she lowered her guard.

She had ungrounded you, but you could tell she was still uncomfortable by everything you said to her. Your meals together would be entirely silent. And neither of you interacted with each other much anymore. She no longer tried to make amends with you like how she did with all your other fights.

The promotion she always wanted was finally in her grasp too. She was moving to another city for work, ultimately leaving you here with some nanny she hired to take care of you in her absence. Sure, you were happy that she was finally leaving you alone. Like the thorn in your throat was finally getting plucked out. But it lowkey hurt you that she'd just leave you like this. That she'd just give up on you.

You were sitting outside, feeling particularly down about how everything seemed to be changing around you, Jake noticed. Without a word, he brought over a small flower, a clematis, much like the ones he had used to block the path to the backyard the day you met. You took the flower in your hand, gazing at it, the petals soft and delicate against your fingertips. It was his way of telling you he saw you, heard you, and understood without needing to say a word. It was his way of telling you that you were still safe with him, that nothing was going to change between you two.

You couldn't explain it, but something about that flower gave you a sense of hope. You felt the weight of the world on your small shoulders, but Jake had a way of making it feel a little lighter.

As time went on, as you grew older, your bond with Jake only deepened. You were about the same age as he was now. You shared stories of your day, laughed at the smallest things, and played games with the flowers he grew, making up games of hide and seek through the sunflowers or pretending the garden was a kingdom that only the two of you could rule. He was your partner in a world that didn't always make sense to you.

Your mom, despite her constant apologies and tearful outbursts, never quite seemed to understand. She never noticed how your face would brighten every time you ran to the garden, and she never really asked about your time with Jake. It wasn't about her; it was about you. And Jake. He became the one person who could make you feel truly seen.

It wasn't long before your house felt like a shell. There was no more shouting from your dad, no more angry slaps from your mom. Your father was gone, locked away in his world of indifference and beer bottles, and your mom, while she tried to put the pieces of her life together, didn't know how to put you back together with her.

But Jake was there, steady as ever.

You were outside one evening, sitting on the porch with cookies in your lap, your heart still carrying scars. Jake joined you, as he always did, his smile lighting up the dimming evening. "Are you happy?" he asked, his voice soft, as if he already knew the answer.

You took a moment, gazing at the night sky. The stars were twinkling brightly, just like the ones you used to see in the quiet moments of your childhood, before everything changed.

"I think I am," you said softly, a smile forming on your lips for the first time in a long while.

Jake chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "Good. Because I'm always going to be here, okay?"

His words echoed in your heart, and for the first time, you realized you didn't need anyone else. You didn't need a perfect family or a life free from chaos. You just needed Jake. The boy who had always been there when no one else was. The boy who had offered you a sanctuary when your world felt like it was falling apart.

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And as the days passed, you learned that some people, no matter how much time has passed, can become part of your life in a way that no one can ever take away. Jake was your best friend, your protector, and in a way, the family you always wished for.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, it felt like a weight was being lifted off your shoulders. For years, you had been running—running from your past, running from everything that had hurt you, running from the fear that had haunted you like a shadow. But now, standing in the foyer of this small but warm house, you felt the chains of your past finally loosen. The air in the house smelled of fresh paint and new beginnings, the scent of something that wasn’t weighed down by the ghosts of old memories. The silence that enveloped you wasn’t oppressive; it was comforting. You had never known silence to feel like peace before, but here, it was soft, like a new layer of skin that you could finally breathe through.

You didn't need anyone else to choose you. Jake had already chosen you. And that was enough.

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The house was small, modest, yet it was yours. Every wall stood tall and strong, holding the promise of something better, something different than the fractured home you had once known. There were no broken windows, no dark corners that seemed to absorb the light. Everything here was clean, fresh, new. It felt like the beginning of something you had long given up on.

Beside you, Jake stood still, his presence as grounding as ever. His hand brushed against yours as you both entered the hallway, and the simple touch was enough to make your heart slow its frantic beat. He had always been there for you, ever since you were a child, but now, standing in this space with him, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of how much he had been—how much he still was—in your life. Jake was your protector, your constant in a world that had been anything but kind. And now, standing in this house that would soon be filled with your shared memories, you knew that something between you had shifted. It wasn’t just about survival anymore. It was about something more.

“I never thought I’d be here,” you said softly, your voice trembling slightly as the reality of your words sank in. You had never imagined that you’d find yourself in a place like this, a place where you could build a future. A place where you could leave the past behind you, or at least, not let it define you anymore. But here you were, in this small house, with Jake by your side. It was everything you had ever wanted but never believed you could have.

Jake’s eyes softened as he turned to face you, the warmth in his gaze reaching deep into you. He had always been good at hiding his emotions, but today, in this moment, you could see the truth in his eyes. He, too, had never imagined this day would come, never thought that the two of you would have the chance to build a life together. But here you were, in this house that was yours—together.

“Neither did I,” Jake responded, his voice low, almost a whisper. “But we made it. You’re not alone anymore.”

His words were simple, but they hit you with the force of something profound. You were no longer the girl hiding in the shadows, too afraid to let anyone get close. You were no longer the one running from the pain that clung to your skin like an old, familiar ghost. You were here now, in this moment, with Jake. And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you had the right to be happy.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the weight of it all, the magnitude of this moment, had you feeling like your heart might burst. You weren’t sure if you were ready to move forward, if you were ready to let go of everything that had kept you chained to the past. But here, in this house, in this space, with Jake by your side, you knew you had a chance.

“I’m here, Jake,” you whispered, the words escaping before you even realized you were saying them. You reached for him, your fingers brushing against his chest as you felt the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. It was comforting, grounding. It reminded you that you weren’t alone anymore.

Jake’s hands moved quickly to cup your face, tilting your head back slightly so that he could see you more clearly. His touch was gentle, reverent, as if he was afraid that you might slip away if he didn’t hold you tightly enough. His thumb traced the curve of your cheek, and for a moment, you felt like time had stopped. His eyes searched yours, looking for something, as if he was asking for permission to enter a space he had always been afraid to approach.

His voice was barely a whisper when he spoke again. “Are you okay?” he asked, his words laced with concern. There was a vulnerability to him now, one that he hadn’t allowed himself to show in the past. But now, here, in this house, in this moment, you could see it. You could see that he, too, was afraid. Afraid of the future, afraid of what might happen next.

You nodded, but the truth was, you weren’t sure. You weren’t sure if you were ready to leave behind the ghosts of your past. You weren’t sure if you were ready to let go of the fear that had clung to you for so long. But being here, with Jake, with this house that was now a symbol of something new, you knew that you had to try. You had to move forward, no matter how difficult it seemed.

“More than okay,” you whispered, the words a promise to both yourself and to Jake. You didn’t know what the future held, but you were ready to face it. With him by your side, there was nothing you couldn’t handle.

Jake smiled softly, his lips curling into a tender, almost uncertain smile. For a moment, everything was quiet. The only sound was the soft hum of the house settling, the creak of the floorboards beneath your feet. You stood there together, neither of you willing to break the silence, unwilling to say the things you both knew were waiting to be spoken.

But then, something shifted. The tension between you, the unspoken words, the emotions that had been building for so long, began to rise. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Jake moved closer to you, his lips brushing against your forehead in the gentlest of touches. It was the softest kiss, one that spoke volumes of the love and care he had always shown you. But it wasn’t enough. Not anymore.

Without thinking, you lifted your face to meet his gaze, your lips searching for his. And when they found each other, it was like everything inside of you exploded. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. You kissed him like you had never kissed anyone before. This wasn’t just a kiss; it was a promise, a declaration of everything you had been too afraid to say. It was the release of all the fear, the hurt, and the longing that had been buried deep inside you for so long.

Jake responded instantly, his hands moving to your waist as he pulled you closer. His lips were urgent now, insistent, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. His touch was no longer gentle but fiery, almost desperate, as though he needed to feel you, needed to remind himself that you were really here, really in his arms. The walls between you had crumbled, and now, all that mattered was the feeling of his skin against yours, the taste of his lips, and the way his body pressed against yours, as if he couldn’t get close enough.

You could feel the heat between you, a rising tide of emotion that threatened to overwhelm you both. Jake’s hands were everywhere now—on your back, your sides, your arms—as though he was memorizing every inch of you. You let him. You wanted him to. His touch was everything you had ever longed for, everything you had needed to feel in the years you had spent hiding from the world.

His fingers moved down your back, tracing the curve of your spine, before skimming the waistband of your jeans. The sensation of his touch, so light yet so deliberate, made your breath catch in your throat. You felt a fire ignite deep within you, an undeniable pull toward him that you couldn’t resist.

Jake pulled away just enough to look at you, his gaze dark with desire but still full of tenderness. “Are you sure?” he asked again, his voice rough, heavy with unspoken needs. There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes, as if he was waiting for you to give him permission, to tell him that you were ready, that you wanted this as much as he did.

You couldn’t find the words at first, but the heat in your body spoke for you. Your hands moved to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you, bringing his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was everything—everything you had been afraid to let yourself feel for so long. It was urgent, desperate, but also slow, as if you both wanted to savor this moment, to take your time in a way you never had before.

Jake’s hands were trembling now as he pushed the fabric of your shirt upwards, his fingertips grazing your skin in a way that made your whole body react to him. His touch was both gentle and demanding, as though he was trying to memorize every inch of you while also showing you how much he needed you. He took his time with each kiss, each touch, as though he was savoring the sensation of finally being this close to you, of finally being able to give in to this overwhelming need.

You let him take control for a moment, feeling the way his lips moved from yours to your jaw, to the delicate column of your throat, where he pressed soft kisses that burned against your skin. Your head tipped back in response, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he nipped gently at your skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. Every touch, every kiss, sent a surge of electricity through your body, leaving you trembling, breathless, desperate for more.

When Jake’s hands moved to the waistband of your jeans, you didn’t hesitate. You wanted this, wanted him. You helped him, lifting your hips to allow him to pull them off, his fingers brushing against your skin as they slid down your legs. The vulnerability you felt as you lay there, exposed before him, was quickly replaced by a feeling of empowerment. With Jake, you felt safe, seen, cherished in a way you had never allowed yourself to feel before.

He paused, his eyes sweeping over your body as if committing every detail to memory. His gaze was full of reverence, of admiration, and you could see the depth of his affection for you in the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “More than I ever imagined.”

A heat rushed to your face, and you felt yourself blush under the weight of his praise. But there was no shame in it—not with him. Not now. The way he looked at you, with such tenderness and longing, only made you want to give him everything, every part of you that you had kept hidden for so long.

Jake leaned down again, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one slow, deliberate, as though he was savoring the moment. His hands moved down your body again, exploring, touching, caressing. Each touch was a promise, each kiss a reminder of everything he had given you, and everything you had yet to share.

As Jake’s lips moved lower, his mouth trailing a path down your neck, to your chest, you closed your eyes, letting out a breath as he kissed the curve of your breast. His hands moved to unclasp your bra, his fingers skilled, as though he had been waiting for this moment just as long as you had. When it fell away, exposing you to him, you couldn’t help the way your body reacted, the way your heart raced in anticipation.

Jake’s hands were gentle but firm as he cupped your breast, his thumb brushing across your nipple, causing a jolt of pleasure to race through your body. You moaned softly, the sound escaping before you could stop it. The way his touch sent waves of warmth coursing through you was almost too much, and you found yourself arching into him, urging him to touch you more, to give you more of what you had longed for.

His mouth followed the path of his hands, his lips leaving soft, hungry kisses on your skin, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sensation of him against you, of his lips and tongue exploring your body with such care and reverence, made your mind spin, made everything outside of this moment disappear. All you could focus on was Jake, on the way he touched you, on the way his body pressed against yours, and how it felt like he was claiming you in the most intimate, beautiful way.

Jake’s mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your stomach, stopping just above the waistband of your panties. His hands slid under the fabric, pushing them down your legs slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving yours. You were trembling now, unsure if you could handle the intensity of what was coming next, but Jake’s gaze was unwavering. He was here with you. He was here to give you everything you needed. And with him, you knew you could trust him completely.

When he finally removed the last piece of clothing between you, the air felt charged with anticipation. His eyes lingered on your body for a moment, as if he were savoring the sight of you, taking in every curve, every inch of skin that he could now explore. His breath was heavy, his chest rising and falling with each inhale, and you could feel the same hunger in him that you had in yourself.

“Are you sure?” Jake asked again, his voice thick with emotion, a mixture of need and concern. He wanted to be certain, to make sure that you were ready, that this was what you wanted.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m sure, Jake. I want this.”

And with that, he moved over you, positioning himself between your legs, his body pressing down on you as he kissed you deeply, passionately. The feeling of him inside you was both overwhelming and comforting, as though you had finally found a place where you belonged. It was slow at first, each movement calculated, gentle, as though Jake was testing the waters, making sure you were comfortable, that you were okay.

But as the moments passed, as your bodies began to sync, the pace quickened. The room was filled with the sounds of soft moans, of skin against skin, as Jake moved with you, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you closer to the edge. The intensity between you both grew, each thrust, each movement, pushing you further, closer to the peak.

You could feel the tension building inside of you, a fire growing hotter with each passing moment. Your body responded to him in ways you didn’t know were possible, and you could feel him, every inch of him, as if he were part of you, merging with you in the most intimate of ways. You didn’t need words anymore. The way your bodies moved together, the way he held you, the way he kissed you, told you everything you needed to know.

With a final, deep thrust, you both reached the peak together, the world spinning around you as you both succumbed to the release, your bodies trembling, shaking with the intensity of it. It felt like a moment suspended in time, a moment that was only yours. And as you both collapsed into each other’s arms, breathless, spent, and tangled in the sheets, you knew that this was just the beginning.

In the silence that followed, as you lay together, your head resting on Jake’s chest, you realized that everything had changed. Your past, your fears, your doubts—they no longer had a hold on you. With Jake, you had found something real, something worth fighting for. And for the first time in your life, you felt truly free.

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