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redamancy | steve harrington

Summary: redamancy (n.) - the act of loving someone who loves you back; a love returned in full // or, four times you kissed Steve Harrington, and one time he finally kissed you back.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings/tags: friends to lovers, 5+1 fic format, no use of y/n, FLUFF, PINING PINING, injured s4 steve, hospital setting, general vecna angst (eddie's alive bc i will never kill eddie in my fics), bed sharing, happy ending, and kissing. if that wasn't clear. :)

A/N: fun fact: this is the first time i've written a 5+1 fic! technically it's 4+1 but whatevs. if you enjoy this fic, please give it a reblog and support your local steve harrington tumblrina.

divider by firefly-graphics

i. the promise

"Would you ever get married?"

You open your eyes. The setting sun nearly blinds you through the windshield. Immediately, you stick out a hand to block it.

You're still reclined all the way back in the passenger seat, because Steve's fancy schmancy BMW can do that. He frequently lectures you about doing it while he's driving. Have I taught you nothing? Road safety!

"I mean, I guess so," you say. "If someone ever wants to put a ring on me."

You sit up and pull down the sun visor. Steve turns. His hair lightens in the summer, shades of reddish blond peeking through. He insists his hair has never been anything but brown, fiercely pledging his allegiance to brunettes. You coo at his highlights all the same.

"I want to," he says after a minute. "I wanna get married."

You're parked down the block from your house. You should've gotten out ten minutes ago, but there's never any rush when you're with Steve.

"The line to wed you will be out the door, champ," you say around a grin.

"Hm. I dunno." He stretches in his seat. "Maybe if I was the same guy I was a few years ago."

You wrinkle your nose. "I doubt that."

"But what can I really offer?" he continues. "I'm just some guy who can't get into college."

"That doesn't mean no one will marry you. Some people who go to college are dumber than dirt. They get married. College has nothing to do with it. You can go, if you really want to. One rejection doesn't say anything about you, Steve."

"I guess."

You pull the lever on the side. The seat shoots up with a brrrap! It clicks as you straighten.

"Where did all this come from, anyway?" you ask.

Steve shrugs. "Just thinking."

"Dangerous."

He smiles. "I like to live on the edge."

"Contemplating marriage like the world's biggest sap. Definitely edgy."

Steve hums. His hands are in his lap. He picks at a cuticle, a habit he’s recently developed. You wonder why he’s so anxious.

"Two people from our graduating class got married last week."

Your eyes widen. "You're kidding."

"Nope. Lisa Schell and Gary Brewer."

"Wait, didn't she cheat on him?"

"Yeah, but he slept with her sister, so I guess they called it even."

You shake your head. "That's insane. They're literally babies, Steve. That's like Dustin getting married."

Steve scowls. "He's not allowed to get married before me."

"Not even to his possibly fictional Suzie?"

"Not even to her."

You stare at the freckles on Steve's face and how his frizz kind of looks like a halo in the light. You imagine the feel of his hair in your hands, the warmth of his scalp.

"I'd marry you," you say.

Steve's eyebrows shoot up.

"What?"

"Like, if you were in a pinch."

He looks at you sideways. You flatten, then scrunch your hands over your knees. Your tongue feels too big for your mouth.

"I'm talking about spending the rest of my life with someone, you know. Not borrowing fifty bucks."

"Fifty bucks is a lot of money for some of us, Harrington."

"That’s probably how much Lisa's wedding dress cost."

"I hope she kept the receipt."

Silence descends. A soft breeze blows through your cracked window. You want to search Steve's glove box for gum, but you've just told him you'd marry him, so you can't do anything except think about the fact that those words came out of your mouth.

"Are you…" Steve begins, then pauses. "Why did you say that?"

"Because you're worried, for some incomprehensible reason, that no one will marry you."

"I scoop ice cream for a living."

You level him with a look.

"Steve. We're kids. Cut yourself some slack."

His eyes turn hollow. They've been doing that lately. You wish you knew why.

"I don't really feel like a kid these days," he says.

Something about the way Steve sounds makes you want to climb over the console and curl into him, cradle his head to your neck. Which is crazy. You guys don't do that. Steve isn't yours to do that with.

"Let's make a pact," you say softly.

He meets your eye. "A pact?"

"Mmhm. Let's say if both of us aren't married by… thirty, then we'll get married."

"Well, I don't want a pity marriage."

You roll your eyes. "It's not a pity marriage, Steve."

"Thirty is so late! You really think I won't be married by then?" he asks.

"No, I don't think that. I already said folks will be lined up to marry you," you say.

"I can't wait till I'm thirty."

"Or you'll turn into an old maid?"

"Meh meh meh," he mocks without any heat.

You purse your lips so you don't smile. "Fine. We'll split the difference. Twenty-four?"

Steve considers that. Really considers it. It suddenly occurs to you what you're promising and who you're promising it to. You wonder if you'll both forget about it. Or brush it off. Oh, what did we know? We were kids!

Except Steve doesn't feel like a kid. And maybe you don't either, as much as you wish you do.

"Do you mean it?" he asks.

"Of course I do."

"No, seriously." He's serious. "I mean it, so if you don't…"

"Steve, I said I mean it. I do."

"You'll marry me?"

"I will."

"Swear on it."

You hold out your right pinkie out, waiting. Steve hooks his finger over yours. Impulsively, you kiss your linked pinkies. To show that you really, truly mean it.

You try to picture it. What walking down the aisle to meet Steve at the altar would feel like. You wonder if he'd keep his hair long, like it is now. You like it long. Would he keep it long for you?

"Will you buy me a ring?" you ask. "If we get married, I mean."

"Of course I'd buy you a ring," Steve says. "I'd get you anything you wanted."

"Okay." Your heart hammers in your chest. "I'm gonna go home."

"Alright. Want me to pull up to the door?"

"No, it's fine. Walking is good for digestion. Those milkshakes were no joke."

Steve smiles. He has such a lovely smile. His Cupid's bow is shaped exactly like a heart.

"Same time tomorrow? It's movie night."

Right. Your movie night. A semi-regular occasion that includes you, Steve, Robin, and the kids, sometimes. You've watched at least a dozen movies this summer together. Only this time, you're watching a movie after promising to marry Steve.

"Sounds good," you say. "Will you pick me up?"

"Always."

Another promise. You hadn't realized how many Steve makes to you.

"'Kay. See you."

You get out. Steve waves as he pulls away from the curb.

Your ring finger feels bare. You rub it, hoping the feeling will go away.

ii. the wound

The plastic chair has turned your legs numb. Your butt is about to follow.

Can butts go numb? You're not sure. You'll find out soon, though.

You rub your eyes. God, you need sleep.

Across the room, you catch Joyce Byers' gaze. She smiles at you, though it's brittle. You try to smile back, feeling distinctly like you might break if you stretch your mouth too far.

She looks away, and your not-smile falls.

"They'll let us in soon," she says, like she knows. She does know. Better than you, certainly.

The hospital smells cold. It smells like a place people go to die.

Your heartbeat ratchets. You shouldn't think like that.

"You don't understand," comes Dustin's voice. He's at the receptionist's desk, flanked by Mike and Lucas. Dustin's face is red and blotchy, near tears.

"I need to see him. You won't let me see Eddie, so—"

The receptionist rears back, like she can't believe three children are daring to speak to her.

"Neither patient is cleared for visitors," she says icily. "Now, for the last time: have a seat."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Joyce begin to stand, ready to herd the kids away. You beat her to it. Out of everyone in this room, you're probably the only person who has the strength to stand.

"Guys, c'mon. It won't be long."

They don't look at you. You don't take it personally. An hour earlier, you'd cornered Dustin and forced him to tell you what happened. What's been happening.

So he did. And now you're here.

You don't blame them for glaring at the prickly receptionist. But you know that won't do anything. It won't heal Steve quicker. And it won't make anybody feel better.

"Hey, Dustin." You lay a hand on his shoulder. He looks at you like you're not Steve. You wish it was you in surgery instead.

"Come sit," you say.

"I need to see him," he tells you.

"I know." Your throat tightens, threatening to trap your words altogether. You rush to get the rest out. "I do too. But this isn't going to make that happen faster. Come sit with me. Okay?"

"He'll be fine," Mike says quietly. "They don't wanna get sued by his asshole dad."

You nod, because yeah, good point. Quite possibly the first time Richard Harrington has brought anybody comfort. He's in Cancun, last you'd heard. You hope he chokes on a margarita.

Dustin follows you. Mike and Lucas sit next to Joyce. The five of you wait.

At some point, you fall asleep. When you wake up, it's to the contentious receptionist peering over you all.

"Mr. Harrington is awake," she says primly. "You may see him now, young man."

Dustin flies out of the chair, Lucas and Mike at his heels.

A part of you wants to go home, and you feel terrible for it. You feel terrible that Steve almost died, but you're the frightened one. You don't know if you can bear to see him tied to tubes and a heart monitor.

"Go on."

Joyce tracks you sleepily. Her hair is more knotted than before you fell asleep. She nods to the hallway.

"Go see him."

You can’t voice every thought, every fear. I don’t know if I can see him like this.

“It’s good he won’t wake up alone,” she says.

“He’s got a family.” You wave your hand weakly.

Joyce watches you for a moment. Then she gets up.

"Yes, he does."

She holds out her hand.

You don’t know Joyce Byers very well. This is probably the longest conversation you’ve had with her. You realize, then, that you're wrong—you’re not the one who’s strong enough to stand.

“Let’s go see him,” she says. "All of his loved ones should be there."

God, are you really that obvious?

You take her hand, and the two of you go down the hall.

Steve is nearly unrecognizable in the hospital bed. The kids are speaking to him, unusually quiet. They look up when you enter.

Steve’s eyes lock with yours.

“Hey,” is all you say.

“Hi,” he says, voice rough with disuse and getting choked by what Dustin had described as demon bats.

“Boys, come on,” Joyce calls. “Let’s make a cafeteria stop.”

You see Dustin about to protest, but Lucas tugs his arm like he knows, and goddamn, you really are that obvious, aren’t you?

You wait for the door to close behind you. Then you walk to Steve’s side.

The gnarled ring of flesh around his neck makes you queasy. The rest of him isn’t much better, red and purple smeared across any skin that’s not covered by the chalky hospital gown.

You sit in the chair. It’s the same plastic kind as the ones in the waiting room, but this one doesn’t feel so hard.

“Robin called me,” you say.

Steve closes his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you’d better be.” Your voice cracks. “Can’t believe you went dimension-surfing without me.”

“You’re mad at me.”

Your breath is punched out of you.

“No,” you say softly. “My God, Steve. I’m not mad at you.”

His hand creeps to the edge of the bed. His fingers are scraped.

You take his hand and lace your fingers together. He slow-blinks. He’ll probably fall asleep in the next half hour.

“It’s okay if you are,” he whispers. “Mad, I mean. I’d be mad too.”

You know he wouldn’t be, though. You know Steve would forgive you in a heartbeat.

“I’m not mad,” you say, equally as quiet. “I just… I was scared."

He nods. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

You bow your head and close your eyes. When Robin had called, you'd run to the bathroom and coughed up stomach acid.

They say he’ll make it, she'd told you, and you'd realized with violent clarity that you love him.

But Steve doesn't need that right now. So you bury it.

You lean in and bring Steve's knuckles to your lips, taking care not to jostle him.

His eyes widen. Part of you hopes he won’t remember this conversation.

"Don't do that again," you say. “Not without me.”

"Okay,” he whispers. “I won't."

You wait until he falls asleep, hand in his.

iii. the brand

“There’s no way I’m getting in your death van, Munson!” Robin whines.

“Death van is an exaggeration, Buckley. If anything, it’s a life van. I’m still here, aren’t I?” Eddie asks.

“Definitely not because of that heap of metal,” Steve murmurs to you. You snicker.

It’s nearly dark, but a summer dark, where it doesn’t actually turn to night until well after nine PM. The top two buttons of Steve’s dress shirt are undone, and you can’t stop staring. It’s embarrassing, really. You’d nearly missed Eddie’s walk across the stage because of that damned triangle of tanned skin and dark chest hair.

“Why can’t we take the station wagon?” Robin asks.

“I think Nancy already left,” you say. “Sorry, Rob.”

“And I’ve put my car jacking days behind me,” Eddie announces, flinging his arms out. “So my van it shall be!”

Robin whips her head around to glare at Steve.

“This is your fault,” she accuses scathingly.

“Me?!”

“You just had to go and get a flat tire yesterday.”

“Yeah, Steve,” you add cheekily. “Why couldn’t you have foreseen the dreaded timeline where Eddie drives?”

“Et tu?” Eddie asks. “I’m hurt. I’m a great driver, y’know. Better than Steve, some have told me.”

“Dustin only told you that ‘cause you were high on morphine and about to burst into tears,” Robin says.

As they bicker, Steve draws closer, so your arms brush. You close the distance, crowding him.

“Y’okay?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” you say, startled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just checking.”

“Are you okay?”

He turns to you. He looks like he’s searching for something. You don’t know what.

“Yeah,” Steve says after a minute. “I am. Better than, actually.”

“‘Cause I’m here, right?” you ask with a gooey grin.

“Yeah. ‘Cause you’re here.”

He sounds honest, so you turn away, because you can’t handle that and his chest hair.

"I should get to choose where we go," Robin says as you arrive at Eddie's van. "Since it may be our last trip and all."

"Funny you were in Band and not president of the drama club, Buckley," Eddie says dryly.

"Pot, kettle."

"How 'bout Rita's?" you suggest. "Unlimited refills and no one will hassle Eddie."

"Aw, you care about little ol' me?" Eddie asks.

"If you get us there in one piece, yes."

Eddie huffs. "No wonder you and the Hair are like this." He crosses his fingers.

"Damn right," Steve says. "We even finish each other's—"

"Terribly cliche sayings!" you say.

Robin looks at you for a moment, unusually smirky. Then she looks at Steve.

"You match. Blue dress, blue tie."

"That's so if she gets lost, they know who to return her to," Steve says.

You scoff. "More like the other way around."

He pouts. "Hey."

"Hay is for horses," you sing, skipping ahead to Eddie's van.

"I'm sorry, are you excited to ride in the Hell Van?" Robin asks.

You shrug. "We could use some excitement around here, couldn't we?"

"No!" all three say.

"I've had enough excitement for ten lifetimes," Robin mutters.

Eddie pulls the door open. Your smile quickly drops.

"Uh, Eddie? Where the fuck are the seats?"

"Right, so, usually I only have Gareth and Jeff ride with me. Gareth always calls shotgun—"

"Shotgun!" Robin hollers, and races to the front seat.

You stare at the single backseat chair. There's no way it's big enough for you and Steve.

"Holy shit," Steve says, taking stock of the "backseat."

Eddie rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah… listen, if I'd known we'd be taking her, I would've put the other seat in, swear! Usually we take it out for the equipment."

"Well, what are we supposed to do? Lay down and pray? This is how people get head injuries, Eddie," you say, arms folded.

"Maybe we can call a cab," Steve suggests.

"At this hour?" You shake your head. "No way. This isn't Indianapolis."

"Oh my God." Robin groans. "The solution is so obvious. Sit on Steve's lap. Boom. Now come on, I'm starving."

You tense. Steve is tactile, sure, and you've become acclimated to that over the years.

But this? This is way, way beyond that.

"Uh…" Steve glances at you. "Do you… I mean, if you don't mind?"

You glance at Eddie, who's got the tiniest smirk. You glower and he clears his throat, hiding his mouth behind a lock of hair.

"I don't mind," you say, more confident than you feel. "It's a short drive."

Eddie nods. "Definitely. I'll step on it."

"Please don't step on it," Robin calls. "We're already chancing fate by letting you drive in the first place."

Eddie huffs, walking to the driver's side. "Y'know, Buckley, you are just…"

You look at Steve. He smiles at you, sweet as always.

"This isn't gonna aggravate any injuries, right?" you ask. "Me… sitting on you?"

You wince at the wording.

"No, should be fine. My PT gave me the all clear a month ago."

You nod tightly. "Right. Okay. You go first."

Steve climbs in, planting his feet on the floor. You go next, stooping in front of him. You catch each other's gaze for a moment. Then you laugh, suddenly trying to look anywhere but at Steve.

"Right, so I'll just…"

You slide onto Steve's lap, trying to hold some of your weight so you won't crush him. He splays an easy hand over your belly and leans over to pull the van door shut. Your heart thunders in your chest.

"You can sit back, y'know," he says, breath tickling your ear. "’M not made of glass."

"Didn't want your legs to go numb," you joke weakly.

Steve makes an unhappy noise and tugs you back so you're fully seated on him. You angle yourself so you can look at him. Steve looks up at you, lightly tracing a pattern on your hip. Like you do this all the time.

"Hi," you say, too jittery to crack another joke.

Steve smiles gently. "Hey."

His tone is fond. You feel sick.

"Everybody good?" Eddie asks.

He adjusts the rear view mirror and you watch his eyebrows shoot up in the reflection.

"You two look cozy."

"Shut the fuck up, Munson," you mumble. "Just drive, already."

Eddie giggles like a gremlin in reply and turns the ignition.

It’s not bad, at first. Eddie takes it easy driving through Hawkins. Part of it is because he doesn’t want to attract attention. The other part is that Hopper promised Eddie a night in jail if he caught him running the stop signs again.

You personally think it’s a bluff. Robin does not; she’s enthusiastically annoying about road safety, and points out every single sign and red light. This causes Eddie to start slamming the breaks in retaliation.

“Holy fuck!” you yelp when Eddie hits the breaks particularly hard. “Eddie!”

Steve is quick to tug you backwards, considering you’re not belted. You scramble to grab his shoulders and twist to look at him.

“Thanks,” you say breathlessly.

He smiles, then leans away, glaring at the front.

“Really, Munson?”

“She started it!” Eddie insists. “Blame your BFF!”

“Can you drive like someone who doesn’t have a death wish?” Robin shoots back.

Steve’s hands are now on the small of your back and on your hip, respectively. Your legs hang over the side of the carseat, butt nestled quite firmly on his thighs.

God, you’re never living this down.

“Y’okay?”

Steve’s breath in your ear makes you squirm. You turn to look at him.

“Fine,” you murmur. “I’m not crushing you, am I?”

“No,” he says. “Don’t worry.”

Eddie breaks again, harder than before. You slip.

Steve reacts instantly, his hand grabbing the meat of your thigh. Your dress rides up, so it’s skin on skin.

The momentum is worse, however, because you jerk back. Right into Steve’s face.

Your nose mashes into his, which isn’t great. But then, your lips smush against his cheek. When you pull back, there’s a smeared lipstick print.

Maybe you’re the one with a death wish.

Robin is screeching incoherently but you can't focus on anything but the smudge of pink on Steve's cheek. Your chest feels tight.

He looks like he's yours.

"Yeah, we're fine, " Steve says, voice close enough to startle you back into the conversation.

He looks up at you. Your hand lands on the lipstick, like if you cover it, it'll go away. Steve tilts his head, mouth open in a question.

"Sorry," you rush out before he can speak. "I got some of my, uh, lipstick on you."

He relaxes.

"Oh. Thought I was bleeding or something," he says with a slight laugh. "'S okay, I can wipe it off when we get there."

"Uh-huh."

You drop your hand. You can't stop staring. Stop staring.

The print isn't exactly in the shape of your lips, but it's close. You can see the divots and where your lips parted. If someone were to see you two, they'd assume a lot of things you're not.

Steve's collar is wrinkled from the van ride from Hell. His neck is flushed. You wonder how your lipstick would look there.

Eddie presses the brake, softer this time. Steve's fingers dig into the meat of your thigh anyway. More marks.

"Alright, relax, gang," Eddie says. "We're almost there."

You touch Steve's cheek again and hope he'll forget to wash you off of his face.

iv. the secret

It's raining. You're in Steve's bed.

Thunder shakes the sky. You curl further into your—Steve’s—pillow. It smells like his soap and detergent.

You used to like the rain. Not so much these days. Rain makes you think of blood on asphalt and being alone at twenty-four. Rain silences you.

"Do you think he'll come back?"

You've never dared to ask anyone. Not even Joyce. She'd know. She wouldn't tell you the truth, though.

Nancy Wheeler probably could. She'd face you with that steel brow of hers and give it to you straight.

Yes. The monster's back. You're not getting married.

You slip your hand into Steve’s. He squeezes your fingers. Outside, the rain roars.

"I don't know," Steve says into the darkness.

You can't see him like this. It makes you mildly claustrophobic. Maybe you should turn on the hall light.

"Hopper said he was dead. So did that other guy—uh, Murray. And like, Eddie's okay. And Max. El would tell us if she sensed something. It's not like he could come back without making a sound. I mean, from what she told me, she basically, like, unraveled him from the inside out. Which is pretty gross, but also a good way to keep someone dead."

He's rambling. He's rambling to distract you.

God, what the fuck are you going to do when you're twenty-four and unmarried and Steve's forgotten all about you?

"I don't want anyone to die," you whisper.

Steve squeezes your hand harder.

"No one's gonna die."

You shift closer. You can barely make out Steve's silhouette. The ends of his hair tickle your knuckles.

"Hey," he says, and you try to find his eyes, but you can't. "Nothing's gonna happen, okay?"

"Yeah," you say, even though something did happen, something that almost took him away from you, and you don't know if you can handle that again.

"You can stay here as long as you want," he says.

"I can go back to my room."

Steve threads his fingers with yours. You can't see his eyes but it's okay.

"Don't," he says.

"Okay."

You scoot forward, closing another few inches between you two. Now, you feel Steve's breath on your face. He smells like minty toothpaste. He is alive.

The rain batters against the windows. You could kiss him. You could kiss him right now, and no one would know except for you and him.

His breath has begun to even out. You lean in blindly. Your lips land on his hair.

It's hardly a kiss. It’ll be your secret anyway.

+ and, finally, the first.

"Dustin wanted chocolate milk," you say, not looking up from the tub of yogurt you're searching the date for.

"Yeah," Steve says, parking the cart to the side. "Kid's addicted."

He opens the giant fridge door and a burst of cold air nips at your arm. You shy away.

"Six dollars? Jesus, does it come from gold cows?"

You snort, finally putting the yogurt in the cart. You stay at Steve’s house more often than not these days, so there’s no point in getting a separate cart.

"What?" Steve asks, looking at you.

"You're funny, that's what."

"I am?"

"You sound like somebody's grandpa."

"I do not!"

"Do too," you say sweetly.

"Do not."

"Do too infinity."

Steve rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. I'm a grandpa 'cause I don't wanna spend a leg and an arm on chocolate milk for the little shit? So be it."

"Steve," you begin, eyebrows drawing together. "It's his birthday. Have a heart, old man."

"Oh, good grief," he mumbles, but he takes the carton and puts it into the cart.

You smile. Steve shakes his head.

"This is why I don't go shopping with you. You're an enabler."

"I am," you say happily, walking alongside him as he pushes the cart.

"And you don't push the cart."

You tut. "Pretty girls don't push shopping carts, Steven."

"Oh, they just find some poor sap to push it for them, huh?"

"I'm so glad you're on board," you say, skipping ahead to the chip aisle.

You look through the shelves and land on two types of Doritos. Cool Ranch and Original. It’s a tough decision.

“Steve, what do you think?” You hold up the bags. “Which do they like better?”

“Ranch. According to Mike, liking the original flavors of snacks is lame.”

You snicker and take three bags of the Cool Ranch. Steve pushes the cart to you.

“I feel like we’re shopping for our kid,” you say. “We’re the awesome house everybody wants to visit because we have the best snacks and the biggest pool.”

You look up when Steve doesn’t reply. He stares at you, expression unreadable. Your smile dims.

“What?” you ask.

Steve shakes his head.

“Nothing,” he says quietly. “It’s nothing.”

“Steve, seriously. What is it?”

He shakes his head again.

“Nothing, really. Just zoned out for a second.”

He continues to push the cart down the aisle. You watch him for a moment, then follow. The two of you quickly check off the remaining items on Steve’s list (yes, his actual, physical grocery list), and then you check out.

The cashier smiles at you both in line. She’s an older woman, with the typical poofy blowout nearly every woman over fifty gets at Brenda’s Salon in downtown Hawkins. You busily put the items on the conveyor belt while Steve takes out his wallet and makes conversation with the cashier. It’s a good routine you two have established.

When the cashier’s done, you squeeze past the cart and grab half of the bags. Steve takes the receipt and the rest of the bags.

“You two are very sweet together,” the cashier says, her round cheeks blush-red like apples. “Have a wonderful day.”

“You too, ma’am,” Steve replies, and heads to the exit.

You’re frozen for a moment, startled until Steve calls your name. You heft the bags in your arms and hurry after him.

Steve stops and takes two of your bags before crossing the parking lot.

“Steve,” you say, and huff. “I can carry them.”

“Pretty girls don’t push carts or carry bags. It’s the rule, remember?”

You watch, unimpressed, as Steve then proceeds to try and get his car keys with an armful of grocery bags. When he almost drops a bag for the third time, you sigh and take pity.

“Which pocket?” you ask, snaking your arm around.

“Back left,” he says, smiling sheepishly.

You roll your eyes, feeling disgustingly fond. You shove your hand down Steve’s back jean pocket. He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Take me out to dinner at least,” he says.

“Pretty boys don’t get taken to dinner until the pretty girl has been asked out properly,” you shoot back.

Steve smiles, but the joke doesn’t land like it usually does. You step away as soon as you get the keys, clearing your throat.

“Well, I hope you’ve learned your lesson about carrying all the bags, Popeye.”

You open the trunk for him, then go to open the passenger side door.

“If I don’t carry all the bags, how else am I meant to show off to the ladies?”

You pull the handle on the driver’s side for Steve and he gets in, beaming cheekily at you.

“The only person who’s watching you make a fool of yourself is me, big guy,” you say. “So, mission failed.”

You open the glove compartment and start fishing through for gum. You find a Juicy Fruit packet but it’s empty.

“Damn, that’s what we forgot,” you say, defeatedly crumpling the cardboard. “Gum.”

You start to turn to Steve. “Do you think we—”

You’ve wondered, probably more than you should, about how Steve Harrington kisses.

Now you know: tenderly.

He cups both sides of your face, and you have to brace yourself on the center console for balance. Your other hand tangles in his hair. It’s as soft as you imagined, free of product, and you scrunch the baby hairs at the base of his scalp. Steve makes a quiet noise.

You kiss until you need air. Even then, Steve doesn’t let you go far. You part with only an inch or two between you.

“There’s gum in the middle compartment,” is the first thing he says.

“Huh?”

“In here.” He pats the compartment between the seats. “Hubba Bubba. I got it last week.”

You giggle and grab Steve’s face with both hands. His hands slip to your arms and he squeezes, smiling gently.

“What?” he asks.

“Fuck, I’m glad I know you,” you say.

Steve kisses you again. Two. Steve Harrington has officially kissed you two times.

You hope you’ll lose track at some point.

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luxurychristmaspudding · 4 months ago

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FUTUREPROOF | Masterlist

joel miller x f!reader

summary: joel miller can't remember the last time he was starstruck. so it takes him by surprise to be lost for words in front of you. with his daughters begging him to at least take a picture with the hottest rockstar in town, joel gives you your first real glimmer of warmth since your move to la. what follows is an unlikely friendship, the talk of the tabloids. but what if there's truth behind the rumours? how long can a secret stay secret, and how long until you're forced to leave each other alone?

pairing: rockstar!reader x country star!joel

ratings/warnings: 18+, MDNI. joel gets both his daughters bc i'm a sap :) unspecified age gap (i guess joel is in his 40s and reader late 20s? but have at it!). check individual chapters for warnings, but there will be: drinking, swearing, pining, idiots in love, bad friends, LOTS of smut, joel miller's whore mouth, angst, drug talk, and plenty of glitz and glam.

reader has hair and is generally able bodied, but is otherwise undescribed.

an: for my real life rockstars, who i am eternally grateful to call my friends and have hold my hands. i love you.

prologue - mdb

part i - diamonds and pearls

part ii - comfortable

part iii - censor

part iv - satisfied

part v - tempt you

part vi - parachute

part vii - tourniquet

part viii - foreign language

part ix - thinkin' bout you

part x - i forgot to be your lover

extras

MEET COPILOT

-> ADIE GILMAN -> CAM ROBERTSON -> JACK ETZLER -> VIC WALKER

moodboard

*chapters may change*

follow @pudding-notifs for updates!

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hataysekshikayelerisblog · 5 months ago

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Teyze Kızının Eltisi! (2) (Murat 45 Y., Aydın)

Aylarca Hale'yi sikmek için Aydın'a gidip geldim. Gidemediğim zamanlarda da telefonda ya yazışarak ya da konuşarak boşalıyorduk. Nisan ayının ilk haftasında Hale Kuşadası'ndaki yazlıklarına geldi. Ekim ayına kadar Hale yazlıkta tek başına kalıyor, Ayhan sadece hafta sonları, çocuklar ise 2 ya da 3 haftada bir yanına geliyorlardı. Bana, "Bir gece gelip kalmanı istiyorum, rakı içip, sevişmek istiyorum!" dediğinde, karıma, Pazartesi İstanbul'da fuara gideceğimi söyleyip, öğlen vakti elimdeki paketlerle gittim. Arabayı oturdukları siteden 100 metre öteye bıraktım, ama telefonla beni yönlendiriyordu. Site komşularına görünmeden girmem gerekiyordu. "Şuraya sap... patikadan geç... şimdi şu yola sap..." derken, yarım saatte zor girdim içeri, arka bahçeye açılan sürgülü cam kapıdan.

Sadece plaj elbisesi vardı üzerinde. İçinde bir şey olmadığını, "Çok özledim!" diyerek sarıldığında yumuşacık göğüslerinden anladım. Elimi kalçalarına atıp avuçladım. "Kalacaksın ha, offf ne zamandır hayal ediyordum!" dedi. Elimdeki paketi görünce, "Ne getirdin?" dedi. "Sürprizim var, ama sonra!" dedim. Gelirken bir tane Cial*s alıp yutmuştum, etkisini gösterdi hemen. "Yatak odası nerde?" dedim elimden tutup götürdü. Soyunurken, "Akşam sikti mi Ayhan?" dedim. "Hı hı sikti, sabah kalkınca da sikmek istedi, ama sen geleceksin diye bir an önce yolladım!" dedi. "Hımm, özledin yani yarağımı?" dedim. "Hem de çok!" deyip yarağımı ağzına aldı. "Açayım mı perdeleri?" dedim gülerek. "Manyaklaşma! dedi.

Evlerin arası uzaktı, her evin 4 tarafı en az 20'şer metrelik bahçelerle çevriliydi. "Kalk, kalın perdeyi aç sadece, tül kalsın!" dedim. "Ciddi misin hayatım, gören olur!" dedi. "Görmezler!" dedim. Kalkıp açtı istemsizce. Yastığı yükseltip yarı oturur pozisyonda kucağıma oturttum. Bu sayede ben de dışarıyı görebiliyordum. Amcığına aldığında sanki akşam kocasıyla sikişen o değilmiş gibi derin bir, "Ohhhh!" çekti. Oturup kalkarken parmağımı arka deliğine soktum. "Ohhhh, yazlıkta perde açık, hem amım sikiliyor hem götümmm, ohhhh, sik aşkım, doyur deliklerimi!" diye inliyordu. Gözü sürekli dışarıdaydı. İlk başta yoldan geçenler veya kumsala gidenler olduğunda duruyordu. Dikkatimi bir şey çekti. 18-19 yaşlarında bir genç 10 dakikada 3 kez geçti, hem de ev tarafına bakarak. O geçerken Hale daha isterik şekilde oturup kalkıyordu. Başkaları geçerken görmesinler diye duruyordu.

Çocuğu görebiliyordum. Çapraz evin verandasına oturmuş, bu tarafa bakıp sigara içiyordu. Hale'nin hafif çapraz arkasında kaldığından, direk bakamasa da kafasını sallıyor gibi yapıp arkaya çocuğa doğru baktığını görebiliyordum. "Kim o?" dedim. "Kim kim?" dedi. "Şu genç!" dedim çenemle işaret edip. "Haa o mu? Mustafa, komşunun oğlu, elimizde büyüdü!" dedi kucağımda zıplamasını yavaşlatıp. Amcığını yarağıma sürter gibi kıv��rıyordu. "Sürekli buraya bakıyor!" dedim. "Markete falan giderken her gün uğrar 2 yıldır, biraz tuhaf ama sürekli gözü burda!" dedi. Nerdeyse durmuştuk. Çok yavaş hareket ediyorduk. "Ergen çocuk seni sikmeyi hayal ediyordur!" dedim. "Sanırım, ama utandığından yanaşamıyor!" dedi. "Gösterip azdırıyor musun kız yoksa?" dedim. "Daha önce yapmazdım, ama bu yıl!" dedi.

Yavaş yavaş hızlanıyordu. "Senle sikişmeye başlayalı, beni iyice azgın yaptın, geçen sahilde seninle yazışırken pembe bikinim vardı üzerimde..." dedi. "Eeee, anlat ne orospuluklar yaptın?" dedim. Daha da hızlanıp, "Ohhhh! Şezlongda dalmışım, bacaklarımı aralamışım, güneş gözlüğümün altından baktım, denize beline kadar girmiş, amcığıma bakıyor, bir ara elimi attım ıslaklığım dışarı vurmuş amımın olduğu yer ıslak, o da direk oraya bakıyor, sen de habire yazıyorsun şöyle sikecem böyle sikecem diye, sularımı da tutamıyorum, baktım olacak gibi değil çok yanmışım gibi havluyu örttüm üzerime!" dedi. "Ohhhh orospum benim, siktirseydin bari!" dedim. "Ohhhh, siktirsem mi?" dedi. Bu sözlerden sonra ikimiz de deliler gibi boşaldık...

İçeriye geçtik. Tam kahve yaparken verandadan çocuğun sesi geldi, "Hale abla markete gidiyorum, bir şey lazım mı?" diye. Hale plaj elbisesini üzerine geçirip kapıyı açtı. Ben salon tarafında olduğum için kapıdan görünmüyordum. "Mustafa sana zahmet bir ekmek alır mısın?" deyip çocuğa arkasını döndü. Kapının yanındaki portmantoya uzandı. Benim olduğum yerden gördüğüm, resmen baldırlarının üst kısmına kadar sıyrıldı plaj elbisesi, biraz da oyalandı para çıkarma bahanesiyle. Çocuk gidince geldi yanıma oturdu. "Sen hergün cüzdandan böyle para veriyorsan, çocuk günde 10 kere bakkala gidiyordur herhalde!" dedim. "Gördün mü showumu?" dedi. Zaten sütyensiz göğüslerinin uçları elbiseden fırlıyordu.

"Bazen çamaşırları asarken öyle denk getiriyorum ki, öne çarşafları asıyorum sadece çaprazdan görüleyim diye, özellikle diğer daha kısa olan elbiseyi giyiyorum, yukarıya uzanınca küloduma kadar sıyrılıyor, aşağıya eğilince de göğüslerim fora ediyor, o kadar ıslanıyorum ki, içeri girip sana yazıyorum elim amımda!" diye anlattı. Kahveler bitmişti o ara. "O zaman artık elinle uğraşmayacaksın!" deyip, internetten aldığım büyük plastik yarağı çıkardım kutusundan. "Oha aşkımmm, bu ne?" dedi. "Bak şimdi!" dedim ,bacaklarını aralayıp amcığının dudakları arasına sürtmeye başladım. "Oğğğıııhhh!" diye tuhaf sesler çıkarıyordu. Önce kafasını soktum biraz sürttüre sürttüre, sonra milim milim kaydırdım içine. "Ohhhh, çok kalın, çok uzun, ohhhh çok güzel, aşkımmmm bu harika bir hediye, ohhhh, aşkım ağzıma ver yarağını!" dedi. Koltukta ilginç bir hal aldık. Yarağımı emerken, "Immmhhh, offf, ıhhhhh!" diye inliyor, plastik yarak amcığına girip çıktıkça kalçalarını oynatıyordu.

Tam o sırada Mustafa'nın sesi duyuldu, "Hale abla!" diye. Aceleyle toparlandı, gidip kapıyı açtı. Farkında değildi ama aldığı zevkten göğüs uçları kocaman olmuş üstündeki elbiseye isyan ediyordu. Teşekkür edip ekmeği alırken, Mustafa herhalde daha çok dikizlemek için, "Denize gelecek misin bugün?" diye sordu. Hale de, "Gelirim, ama çok işim var, ne zaman biter bilmem!" dedi. Mustafa iyice kafaya koymuş olmalı ki, "Benim yardım edebileceğim bir şey varsa seslen yeter Hale abla!" dedi. Resmen kapıda cilveleşiyorlardı. Hale, "Olursa hemen çağırırım Mustafacığım! Hafta sonu Ayhan abin vardı, çarşaflar falan kirlendi (bak orospuya!) çamaşır yıkıyorum, o yüzden belki geç gelirim denize, zaten benim de canım çok istemiyor, ancak sen gidersen gidecektim, hem bikinimi de yıkadım!" dedi.

Mustafa, "Pembe olanı mı Hale abla?" diye sorunca, "Evet onu!" dedi. Mustafa, "Çok yakışıyor sana..." dedi. İçimden, (Kızım gir içeri, çocuk seni şimdi veranda da sikecek!) dedim. Hale, "Tamam Mustafacığım, denize gidecek olursam sana işaret ederim!" dedi (Seslenirim yok, yani gözlerini benden ayırma diyor hatun!). Hale içeri geldiğinde benim yarak kazık gibi olmuştu. Hale'nin bacaklarının içlerinden amcık suları süzülüyor, sanki göğüs uçları zonk zonk atıyordu. Bacaklarını işaret edip, "Kız suları saldın, görmüştür çocuk!" dedim. "Gördü valla, kaç kez gözlerini devirdi bacaklarıma!" dedi. Sonra da gelip kıçını döndü, yarağımı tutup götüne hizalayıp üzerine oturdu. "Versene şunu!" deyip plastik yarağı da elimden kaptı, amcığının dudaklarına sürtmeye başladı...

Götünde ben olduğum için amına sokmaya çalıştığı plastik yarağın ancak kafası giriyordu. "Ohhhh amcığım da götüm de dolu, ohhh, her deliğimden sikilmek istiyorum, iki gerçek yarak doldursun içimi!" diye inliyor, bağırmak istiyor ama bağıramıyordu. Gözleri sımsıkı kapalı, hem Mustafa hem de benim aynı anda siktiğimi hayal ediyordu sanırım. "Gel Mustafa, gel!" dedim, sanki çocuk kapıdan girmiş gibi. Gözlerini bir açısı vardı ki, "Korkuttun beni yaaa!" dedi. Ben götünden çekilince plastik yarağı itiyor, ben yüklenince çekiyordu, tempoyu tutturmuştuk. Cial*s bayağı etkili bir hapmış ki, iki kez boşaldım götüne hiç çıkarmadan. Hale ise 3 kez orgazm oldu.

Biraz dinlendikten sonra beni mutfak penceresine götürdü, "Sen burdan seyret, en iyi burdan görürsün, hem bizim veranda hem de Mustafa'ların veranda görünür. Ben çamaşır asmaya çıkacağım şimdi!" dedi. Perdenin arkasından baktım, Mustafa ciğerci önünde bekleyen kedi misali neredeyse gözlerini kırpmadan buraya bakıyordu. İki dakika sonra Hale elinde çamaşır sepeti, ama az önce üzerinde olan plaj elbisesi yerine daha ince askılı, götünün 2 parmak altında mini etekli kavuniçi bir elbise ile kapıyı açıp verandaya çıktı. Yüzünü görmesem de sanırım Mustafa'ya gülümsedi ki, çocuk el kaldırıp sırıttı.

Önce nevresim takımını en ön ipe serdi. Veranda sanki kapanmıştı, yoldan geçen kimse içersini göremezdi. Solda ve sağda verandayı kapatan sürgülü siyah cam kapılar yarısına kadar açık olduğu için, sol ve sağ çapraz karşıdaki evler hariç kimse verandayı göremezdi. Önce sepeti özellikle yere koyup, Mustafa'ya doğru domaldı. O mesafeden çocuğun gözlerinin büyüdüğünü gördüm sanki. Hale o kadar yavaş hareket ediyordu ki, sütyensiz göğüsleri çamaşırları silkelerken hopluyor, elbisenin içinden çıkar gibi oluyor, uzanıp çamaşır ipine zor yetişiyor gibi yaptığında alttan sıyrılan etek simsiyah külodunu ortaya seriyordu. Mustafa'nın eli de resmen masanın altında hareket ediyordu. Hale, sepeti bir sağına bir soluna alıyor, eğilip sepetin içinden çamaşır alırken, kah göğüs uçlarını kah götünü sergiliyordu.

Bu oyun yarım saate yakın sürdü. Yarağım yine taş gibi oldu. Sevgilimi bu genç oğlanın sikişini seyretmek istiyordum. Hale içeri girip kapıyı kapatır kapatmaz altındaki külodu çıkarıp attı. Beni de kazık gibi yarakla görünce, hiç yer değiştirmeden perdenin arkasında, "Çabuk sok hayatım diye!" inledi. "Şu anda beni odanın birine saklayıp, Mustafa'yı çağırmanı ve dölleri bitene dek sikişmeni istiyorum sevgilim!" dedim. İnleyerek, "Offff ben de hayatım, ben de! Nasıl azdırıyorsun beni, kendimi orospu gibi hissediyorum! Mustafa gelse, o gencecik döllerini attırsa her yerime, ikiniz beraber sikseniz, ağzım boş kalacak, biri daha lazım aşkımmmm, ohhh!" diye diye orgazm oldu. Ben geleli daha 3 saat bile olmamıştı, kendimi tutup boşalmadım.

15 dakika dinlendikten sonra, akşam için birşeyler hazırlamaya başladık. Mutfakta ben de elimden geldiğince yardım ediyordum. Hatta iki defa tezgaha dayayıp arkadan amcığına soktum, 5'er dakika boşalmadan siktim, sürekli azgın kalsın istiyordum. O ara sordum, "Bu çocuğun anne babası nerde?" diye. "Onlar çalışıyor karı koca, bazen akşam gelir sabah giderler, bazen de sadece hafta sonları geliyorlar. Sol yanımdaki Almancı, o Temmuz ya da Ağustosta gelir, 1 ay kalır gider. Karşı ev Hatice abla, kocası öldü, çocukları gelir haftasonları. Sağ çaprazdakiler genç emekli, onlar bizim yaşlarda, Almanya'dan geldiler, yaz kış burdalar, ama çok hareketliler. Ayhan geldiğinde onlarla otururuz genelde, masa kurarız, bazen içer, bazen okey oynarız..." diye anlattı. Bir çırpıda siteyi öğrendim. Hem meze hazırlıyor hem konuşuyorduk...

Haleye, "Aşkım, bu üçüncü kişiyi de aramıza alma işine ne dersin, bunu düşünmek bile yarağımı dimdik yapıyor, senin de çok zevk aldığın belli!" dedim. "Sorma, hatırlıyor musun, ben 69 yapmayı bilmiyordum ya, 69'un ne olduğunu Melek anlattı!" dedi çapraz Almancıyı işaret edip, "Şimdi ise başkaları da olsun, beraber sikin istiyorum, bak!" dedi, elimi tutup amına götürdü vıcık vıcıktı. "Bugüne dek istemedim, ama bugün nerdeyse Mustafa'yı içeri çekip aranızda Tost olmak istedim, Tost'u da Melek anlattı, ama Mustafa çok genç, yarın çenesini tutamaz rezil oluruz!" dedi. "Biliyorum! Başka birilerini buluruz!" dedim. "Kimi bulacağız ki?" dedi. İki kez Melek demişti. Bunu bilinçli yaptığını biliyordum. "Anlat bakalım şu Melek nasıl bir tip?" dedim.

"Gel, bak!" dedi, perdenin arkasından onların verandayı gösterdi. At gibi, en 1.75 boyunda, ama tam ideal kiloda, siyah saçlı, irice göğüsleri olan, az önce Hale'nin giydiği plaj elbisesinin lacivertini giymiş, esmer güzeli bir kadın plaj havlusunu asıyordu. Bir an sanki beni görüyormuş gibi baktı. Hale, "Hayatım ben gidip 15 dakika takılayım şuna, yoksa biraz sonra aramaya gelir! Gidince salmaz genelde, ama işim var der kaçarım!" dedi. "Tamam!" dedim. O gidince ben de çabucak bir duş alıp, buzdolabına baktım. Soğuk bir bira açtım, perdenin arkasına geçip verandada oturan iki afeti seyretmeye başladım.

Mustafa'ya baktım, aralarında bir ev olduğu ve aynı hizada kaldıklarından Melek'lerin evini göremiyor, bir içeri bir dışarı çıkıp girip duruyordu. Hatunlar hani teraslara konulan salıncaklar var ya, onda oturuyorlardı, birbirlerine yüzleri dönük ve kahkahalarla birşeyler konuşuyorlardı. Melek benden tarafta oturuyor, yanladığı için bacak bacak üstüne atıp devirdiği götü muhteşem görünüyordu. Hale ise Meleğe doğru dönmüş, bağdaş kurmuş, sanki çok sıcaklıyormuş gibi kısacık eteğini sallıyor, amını havalandırıyordu. Benim baktığım açıdan görüldüğünü biliyordu. Bir ara Melek ayağa kalktı, Hale de uzanıp eteğinin arkasını kaldırdı. Melek basenlerini ve baldırlarını tutup Hale'ye gösteriyordu. Bense Meleğin (Gel beni sik!) diyen Tanga külotlu götüne dalıp kaldım. İki dakika sonra Hale ayağa kalktı, ikisi de kahkaha atıyorlarken, Melek dönüp direk benim olduğum pencereye baktı. Sonra da Hale eve geldi.

"Ne oldu, neden gülüştünüz o kadar?" dedim. "Evde sevgilim bekliyor, perdenin ardından bakıyordu, az önce senin götü de gördü, kaldırmıştır adam dedim!" dedi. "Ciddi misin, beni biliyor mu?" dedim. "Biz herşeyi konuşuruz! Sen geleceğini yazdığında beraberdik, o zaman söyledim. Zaten ilk geldiğimde geçtiğimiz yıllarda telefonla bu kadar ilgilenmediğim için bu sene sürekli telefon elimde diye huylanmış, bir akşam bir poşet bira alıp gelmiş, açıkcası sarhoş edip anlattırdı herşeyi. Kızdın mı?" dedi. "Yok be, ne kızayım!" dedim. "Zaten o da çok azgın, Kız bana da bulsak ya birini diyor, kocası sırf bundan kaçmak için küçük bir tekne aldı, erkenden balığa çıkıyor, geç vakit geliyor!" dedi. "Hımm.. O zaman bak ne yapalım, bir gün al izmir'e getir, ben de arkadaşlardan birini ayarlayayım, tanıştırırız!" dedim. "Aşkımsın!" deyip dudağıma yapıştı. Sonra eline teli alıp Meleğe, "Valla tamam!" diye mesaj yazdı.

"Mustafa ne yapıyor, bak bakalım!" dedim. "Dur, senin için yapmıştım seviyorsun diye, kabak mücveri var, bir tabak götüreyim!" dedi. "Telefonunla beni ara, telefon açık git, konuştuklarınızı duymak istiyorum!" dedim. "Tamam!" deyip gitti. Verandanın içindeki koltuğa bana sırtı dönük, bacak bacak üstüne atıp oturmuş, kahkahalarla Mustafa ile sohbet ediyordu. Hale, "Ay hafta sonu Ayhan abin vardı, çamaşır bulaşık dünya birikti, bir de Ayhan abin beni yordu (!), bugün öldüm yorgunluktan! Annenler gelecek mi bu akşam?" dedi. Mustafa da, "Yok gelmeyeceklermiş, az önce aradı!" dedi. Hale, "Eee sen ne yapacaksın?" diye sorunca, "Bilmem, iki bira alıp içerim belki.." dedi. "Sarhoş olmayasın?", "Yok abla, bana bişey olmaz!", "Bak sarhoş olup kızlara falan musallat olma!", "Yok be abla, kızların hepsi şımarık (ben senden hoşlanıyorum diyecek diye bekledim)!", "Eee yok mu sevgilin, gerçi eve de kimseyi aldığını görmedim ama..."

Tam o esnada kapıda tıkırtı gibi bir ses duydum, Hale anahtarı kapıya takıp gitmişti. "Hale?" diye bir bayan sesi. Tekrar, "Hale?" diye seslenince, şortumu giyip kapı arkasına gittim. Kapı açıldı. Melek kafasını içeri uzatıp, "Hale?" dedi alçak sesle. O zaman kapının arkasından çıktım ve "Buyrun?" dedim. İçeri girdi ve "Hale nerde?" dedi. "Mustafa'yı azdırmakla meşgul!" dedim. "Valla mı? Yine mi?" dedi gülerek. Tanıştık. "Gel bak!" dedim, perdenin arkasına götürdüm. Köşeden baktığımız için yanyanaydık. Bu arada Hale ile Mustafa sohbeti derinleştirmişler, Mustafa kışın okuldaki kızlardan biriyle yakınlaşmasını anlatıyordu. Karşıya ses gitmesin diye fısıltıyla, "Ben dinleyeyim diye telefonu açık!" dedim. Tebessüm edip, hem dinleyip, hem seyretmeye başladık.

Melek nasılsa herşeyi biliyor diye, "Hale siktirecek nerdeyse!" dedim. Melek de, "Ağzını sıkı tutacağını bilse çoktan siktirirdi!" dedi. Melek solumdaydı, omuzlarımızın arası 1 cm bile yoktu. Kulağıma yakınlaşıp, fısıltıyla, "Ben de arkadaşlarımdan ayarlayayım dediniz diye belki konuşuruz diye gelmiştim!" dedi. Fısıltıyla, "Nasıl birini istersin?" dedim kulağına dudağım değecek kadar yakın bir halde. "Hale'nin anlattıklarından anladığım kadarıyla senin kadar iyi bir sevgili olsa yeter!" dedi.

Hale'nin Mustafa'yla konuştuklarını duymak için telefonu ikimizin kulağının arasına kaldırdım tekrar. Hale, "Kız güzelmiydi?", Mustafa, "Çok güzeldi, ama şımarıktı!". Hale, "Olacak o kadar, genç kızlar biraz şımarır, üzüm yiyeceksen bağcıyı dövmeyeceksin!", Mustafa, "Ne kadar iyi davranırsan o kadar daha şımarıyorlar, o yüzden yaşıtım kızlar ilgimi çekmiyor!", Hale, "Var mı kızın fotoğrafı?" (konu kendisine gelecek diye top çeviriyordu hale), Mustafa, "Var telefonumda, ama biraz şey...". Hale, "Ney?" (sanki anlamadı, kız çıplak işte).

Bu arada heyecandan yarağım kazık gibi oldu yine. Meleğin de nefes alışverişleri hızlanmış, nerdeyse kalbinin gümbürtüsü telefondaki sohbeti kapatıyordu. Telefonun sesini açıp, "Kolum yoruldu, az sen tutar mısın?" dedim, maksat onun tarafındaki elimi boşa çıkarmaktı. Hale, "Aaaa Mustafa, bu kız yarı çıplak!", Mustafa, "Tam çıplağı da var abla!". Hale, "Sen mi çektin bunu?", Mustafa, "Evet, ben çektim!". Hale, "Lan bozdun mu yoksa kızı?", Mustafa, "Yok abla zaten bozuktu, ilk değildim ki, son da olmam!".

Meleğin kulağına, "Tamam, şimdi sikişecekler!" diye fısıldadım. Melek de benim kulağıma, "Evet, ben olsam üstüne atlamıştım!" dedi. Ben de, "Bugün kaç kez sikildi ama hala azgın güzel orospum!" dediğim anda Melek elini şortumun üstünden yarağıma attı. Ben de kalçalarına, birbirimizi okşuyor, telefonu da kulağımızdan ayıramıyorduk. Hale, "Bakalım başka nasıl fotolar var bunda?", Mustafa, "Abla başka yok ya, ver telefonu!". Hale, "Dur Mustafa, bakıyorum!", Mustafa, "Abla yaaa!". Hale, "Mustafa benim fotolarım dolu bunda?", Mustafa, "Abla özür dilerim...". Hale, "Bunu ne zaman çektin, havluya sarılı banyodan çıkmış halde?" (ben duyayım diye detay anlatıyordu). Mustafa, "Sizin arka bahçedeki erik ağacının arkasından...". Hale, "Başka da var mı? Aaaa, Ayhan abinle rakı içip oynaşırken, arka arkaya çekmişsin bir de!" Mustafa, "Abla onlara bakıyorum, sakın silme!".

Bu arada ben Meleği hafif domaltmış, arkadan amcığına yarağımı sokmuştum bile. Melek kalçasını hafif geri çıkarmış, telefon kulağımızda, sıklaşan nefeslerimizle sikişiyorduk. O an sanki Hale konuştukça daha da azıyorduk, ama telefondan ses gidecek anlayacaklar diye yavaş hareketlerle sikişiyorduk. Melek kafasını çevirip dudaklarıma yapıştı. Burnundan nefes alıp vererek kasılıyor, ardı ardına orgazm oluyordu. Ben de dayanamayıp yarağımı çıkarıp yere doğru boşaldım...

Hale, "Aaaa şaşırdım ama, bunu ne zaman çektin, koltukta her yerim açıkta uyurken?", Mustafa, "Onu Cuma akşamı çektim, daha yeni!". Hale, "Eeee, ne yapıyorsun bu fotolarla?". Mustafa, "Yaaaa Hale abla!". Hale, "Peki en çok hangisini beğeniyorsun?", Mustafa, "En çok beğendiğimi bilgisayarıma aktardım!". Hale, "Nasıl bir şey, görmek istiyorum!", Mustafa, "Ama kızmak yok!". Hale, "Önce bir göreyim de bakarız!" dedi. Mustafa kalkıp içeri giderken, Hale de bana doğru göz kırpıp, etrafına bakındı gören var mı diye ve arkasından içeri girdi. Az sonra Hale, "Oha artık!", Mustafa, "Kızmayacağına söz verdin abla!". O anda telefon kapandı.

Melek'le birbirimize baktık, dudaklarına yapıştım. Tek ayağını kaldırıp duvara dayadım, yarağımı amcığına alttan sertçe soktum. Ben Meleği sikerken, Melek, "Meraktan kuduruyorum, Hale şu anda siktiriyor mu acaba?" dedi. "Onu bilmiyorum, ama sen siktiriyorsun!" dedim. Melek, "Evet, muhteşem sikiyorsun, hayatımda bu kadar heyecanlanmamıştım!" deyip, dudaklarımı boynumu öpüyordu. Yine ardı ardına orgazm olmaya başladı. Bu kez telefon da olmadığı için, "Ahh, evet, eveettt, kökle, ohhh, harikasın!" diye diye orgazm oluyordu. Amında birkaç kez daha git gel yapıp yarağımı çıkardım, sehpanın üstündeki bezi alıp yarağıma sardım, boşalır gibi hareketler yaptım.

Melek, "Ben gideyim, Hale gelip bizi böyle görmesin!" deyip arka kapıdan bahçeye çıkıp ağaçların yanından kayboldu

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alnilaem · 8 months ago

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"eldritch barely human ghost" THINKING ABOUT THIS SO HARD. He kisses you and you swear it feels like he has more then one tongue

after she’s been shepherded into his cabin, the reader is kept up at night because of inarticulate sounds outside her window. she tells herself it’s Appalachia—probably just rustling leaves, the wind whistling, or some animals ambling around. but it’s so… anthropoid. punctual. happens the same time every night. thumping against her window. it sounds more like… moans… than the soft call of a cottontail, and all she ever sees on the other side of the gauzy curtain is a scythe-like, shapeless silhouette instead of a mountain lion. maybe she asks Ghost, but his replies are succinct and dismissive. maybe she tries to sneak a peek at his ridiculous amount of trail cams and bear traps around the area, but he catches her before she’s able to. and one morning, once the odd sounds outside her window have ripened into the hum of birds, she realises Ghost’s shirt has gone threadbare. the coily curls of his beard sticky in a bloody sap. a matted tuft of blonde fur—the same colour as his hair—caught in a ball outside her window.

she thinks about what Ghost gets up to at night, but doesn’t look too hard for an answer. she decides to clemently take her leave—saying that he’s done so, so much for her. but once she’s running off, she finds herself running from something else. not a negligent family back home, or heedless friends, but something on all fours. she can’t leave—the woodlands have swallowed her whole. her scent is written into the trees. she’s at the bottom of the food chain, and as her ankle twists and causes her to fall, she hears the Appalachian’s apex predator—the crux of all cautionary tales—sneaking up behind her.

#this is making me very crazy very quickly #mountain man cryptid simon…….#lumberjack or something by day eldritch creature by night #orions talks

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createacamillahect · 10 months ago

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Daydreaming about Camilla in math class. She sits two desks in front of you.

You can see the back of her dark bob. She's restless. The teachers either love or hate her cause she shifts constantly but knows as much if not more than they do. She shifts in her seat, pulling her dark strand to the side, exposing the soft brown of her neck. You image kissing there, feeling the warm skin and the muscles of her neck shifting as she relaxes back into you. You would treat her right; you think. You imagine getting to spend every moment of your free time with her, feeling as giddy as you do now all the time. You'd kiss her every day, on the lips and the palm of her hands and the tendons on the back. You'd wake up seeing her and go to bed with her in your arms. You could live in the city or somewhere remote, knowing she would support you wherever you went. You imagine a loft with a dog or waking up god-early on a farm with a dog and you think that you would be so happy.

When the time comes to split into pairs to work on a project, you two pair together, and with her eyes on you, you think that, for now, this is enough.

#tlt #cam #camilla hect #i spilled my sap all on this #me 🤝 nona #happily ever after is cam and a dog

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blaaaaask · 1 month ago

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I'm looking back over this thing like some kind of crackpot theory person, but it's interesting how Alissa Goldie saps the energy out of the video cam. First pic it's down 2, and then right after it's back to 3.

So maybe she is a ghost?

Googled about it and: "Ghosts are believed to be able to affect electronic apparatus and cause fluctuations in electrical activity"

Also in this scene, Hojo's shoes are super weird looking. Like...for awhile there it's like he disappears and there is something else there. I can't tell what that is, though. Kind of looks like a robot leg. So my other theory is...is it actually a robot from Hojo?

And if Alissa Goldie is somehow a robot, then their evil smirks make more sense HAHA. Like, why not keep tabs on your boyo in a beautiful body that is of your "dead" wife and also the mother of your child? EHH? EHHH?

My other theory is she's a ninja, only because they mentioned 'have you ever fought a ninja before.' But I have nothing to back that, just vibes.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

#ff7 ever crisis #ever crisis #ff7 #alissa goldie #professor hojo #young sephiroth #Sephiroth #crack theory #the first soldier #first soldier #lucrecia crescent #angeal hewley

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kumezyzo · 1 year ago

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p2 of the enemies to lovers pls!!

very fun pt.2 to thissss.... i rambled about their minecraft world cause its kinda cute and builds on their relationship a bit.

i know someone else asked for pt.2 but i could only find this one. so, im sorry it took soooo long to write.

i really hope you enjoy! or dont... :) m.list

having to share a minecraft house with sapnap made you realize what kind of person he actually was. he was just a six year old in a 22 year old body.

"I want my bed over hereeeeee," he whined, picking it up and moving it to the other side of the room.

it just so happened that one of the next requests from your viewers was to have your beds next to eachother. you two debated pretending like you never saw it, but the next day, it was the top comment on both of your perspectives.

or (when you first started your world)

"what colour do you want your boots?" he asked you as he died his own leather boots orange. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion for a second, looking at your camera strangley.

"what do you mean?" you asked, crafting another pickaxe.

"your leather boots?" he asked, pausing to wait for your answer. "fuck it, youre getting the plain brown."

"okay?"

but you also started to realise how much differently he truly was from when you met him.

"yn, i have a suprise for you," he announced, smiling as he grabbed the item out of his chest. "where are you?"

"chest room," you replied, completely expecting to get thrown dirt or some garbage he didnt want in his inventory.

"close your eyes," he instructed.

"no,"

"okay whatever," he sighed and threw you a notch apple. you silently let your character pick it up before you opened your inventory in disbelief.

"where did you get this?" you asked him, reading the item title over and over.

"in the desert temple," he told you simply, waiting for a 'thank you'.

you were silent for a moment, "youre telling me.... you've had this... for 15 EPISODES???"

and you two started having normal conversations. texting stopped being you two asking for face cam perspectives or gameplay. you actually started forming inside jokes, laughing with eachother instead of at the expense of eachother.

your viewers started to notice as well. you two weren't in a visibly bad mood around eachother anymore. it was refreshing. in the later videos of your series together, you're smiling through half of it, laughing together, and talking kindly to eachother.

people even started making edits of your relationship. it would be of your first interaction, swearing at each other, then fading into your side by side face cams laughing and celebrating over beating the wither.

the friends in your circle started teasing you about how your life was becoming a little fanfiction. every time you would be streaming irl, you would happen to get a text from someone that made you smile at your phone.

"oooh, yn, who are you texting?" your friend teased, seeing you type on your phone excitedly. you look up at the camera and ignore your friend, finishing the text you were sending.

"does it start with s and rhyme with snap map?" your other friend teases.

"shut the fuck up," you roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile.

when dream and george saw the clip, they were hanging out with sapnap. and a similar situation occurred with them

"was this you?" george asked, giggling. the man in question looked up from his phone and watched the clip silently. the smile on your face was contagious. and he hoped it really was him that made you react like that.

"wait, let me see," dream said, pulling georges wrist toward him to see the phone. "looks like she might be dating someone."

"yeah... definitely not me..."

then you both realized you had feelings for each other. it was a harsh realization. but it was one that made you like imagining you two together. for sap, he knew it was coming. he just knew you would never be able to leave his mind. if a childlike crush didn't manifest from it, he would have known something was wrong with him.

sap started getting the feeling that you liked him too. he can't see all those clips and edits and think you didn't like him too. but he was afraid to shoot his shot, just in case you didn't feel that strongly yet.

"hey, what do you think about coming down to florida?" he asked you when you two were on a discord call and fixing up some building in your minecraft world.

"like... to visit you?" you asked, feeling excited by the invitation.

"well- i mean- if you want," he tried to sound nonchalant, but his stammering gave it away.

"if you really want me to... im sure the viewers would really like that, too..."

when he goes to pick you up from the airport, dream comes with him. and the entire drive there, he's considering hugging you or just shaking your hand.

"do i hug her?"

"yeah, if you think you're that close now."

"i dont know if she thinks so."

"I'll hug her first, and then you hug her?"

"what if i just shake her hand?"

the silence that fell over them was sickening. dream turned to sap slowly and laughed.

"dont fucking do that, dude."

and he hugged you after dream did. it was warm, and it gave you both such intense butterflies. it was a hug that you also never really thought would happen. you thought back to the first time you met im person when you refused to even look at him, let alone stand next to him.

dream thought it was adorable, seeing you guys laugh on the way back to their house. he happily sat in the backseat and let you two interact.

he took a picture of your backlit figures in the front seat, neither of your features visible. he thinks about not posting it for half a second before he puts it up on snapchat with "👀👀" as the caption.

everyone slowly lost their minds trying to figure out who they were looking at. most people assumed it was you with sap. he's not hard to miss. but it was even more shocking that you'd be there. so others assumed it was his secret girlfriend.

you two honestly didn't mind that dream posted the picture. it was fun when you two posted a dumb video announcing that you were in florida. it started with small subtle hints.

the first video started with you laying on their couch and patches laying on your chest.

"she's purring!" you coo softly, feeling your heart meltm

then it was of you talking about absolutely nothing while you walked around the parts of the house people had seen before.

"british people are so weird, you know? like, i was talking to one today. and he was just shitting on americans. but he lives here. so i obviously had to fist fight him. i won, obviously. and stole his sock to give to a house elf."

the last video was of sapnap finding you in his office, using his pc to play snake.

"i think george is in my office again," he said from behind the camera. he opened the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw you with a concentrated look on your face. "HEY!" the video cut with you looking up in pure fear.

all of those videos were posted to your account hours apart from each other, and your views felt like it was a slow coordinated attack to make them slowly go insane. with the first video, people were sure if it was patches. the second video made them believe it more so and they started going crazy. then the last video was the icing on the cake. it was filmed on your phone and posted to your accounts.

then, you had to stream together. and that was the definition of chaos.

"yn, move over."

"no?"

"youre sleeping outside then."

"what the fuck-"

'what's one thing you guys like about each other?' a donation read out.

you two sat there for a second, thinking. "hes..." you grimaced, trying to think of something

"she... is funny?" he said painfully.

"wait, i am funny," you said defensively.

"its pure crickets when you speak."

"okay-"

"wait, im you now," you said, laughing as you put on his headphones.

"you look nothing like me," he said, deadpanned.

"oh wait," you took them off again and ran out of the room. sap sat there completely confused before you came back in wearing his beige killua hoodie. then you put the headphones back on.

"you still dont-"

"what the fuck is this music?" you ask in complete horror from the sound coming from his headphones.

"is there something playing?" he asked, clicking his mouse around to find his spotify window.

"oh my god, is this cbat?"

"no, shut the fuck up, sage"

'i thought your name was actually sage?'

you both sat there in silence before laughing loudly.

"no he was just an ass."

"and you were just a bitch."

all you have to know is that a lot of edits and ship content came from that stream. and the future streams you did with the other two. and people loved that you were hanging out with the dream team now.

the longer you spent time together in person, the more you just wanted to be around each other he remembered being afraid to hug you, but now you were sitting next to each other on the couch watching movies alone.

it was a strange dynamic neither of you chose to acknowledge purely out of fear. but then it was hard not want to cuddle during movies or occasionally hold hands if you're walking together. so sap works up the courage to finally do something about it.

you're both once again, sitting in his room, on his bed, watching some random movie you found on hulu. you're resting your head on his shoulder, only really paying attention to how he's so close to you.

you look over when he sighs heavily. he looks down at you and, without thinking, leans down to kiss you. you sigh softly, feeling your heart soar. your reaction is almost immediate, and it gives sap the incentive to keep going.

when you pull away, you're looking at eachother with droopy eyes. your heavy breath hitting eachothers faces.

"i really like you, yn" he whispers quietly between breaths, looking down at your lips briefly.

you smirk, trying to catch your breath as well. "really?" you say before you lean back in, placing your lips on his.

i feel like there wasn't enough building onto them liking each other, but whatever. -nony

#sapnap #anon #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #asks #dteam #sapnap x y/n #sapnap fluff #sapnap x streamer reader #sapnap x streamer #enemy!sap #bf!sap #dream team #bsf!dream #dteam fluff #dream team x reader

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