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loveshotzz · 1 year ago

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My name’s Elvira, but you can call me tonight

steve harrington x eddie’sbestfriend!reader

Hell N Back

summary: A flash flood warning, a week of cancelled plans, and the night Steve Harrington shows up at your front door.

wc: 5.2k

warnings: 18+ mentions of weed smoking (r), thigh riding, fingering, oral (fem receiving) and you know I can’t get enough of making Steve cum in his pants.

A/N: thank you all for your patience with this one, and thank you for reading 🥹♥️

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It felt like it had been raining for days, the downpour never ceasing until there were flash flood warnings lighting up the bottom of your TV screen by the end of the week. You hadn’t seen Steve since Tina’s party, every plan that your group had getting canceled by the clouds that never seemed to want to leave Hawkins.

Heavy droplets hit your window in the living room in sporadic patterns, the wind outside making the howling noise you’ve only ever heard on your favorite horror movies. The flicker of your candles dance along your walls, mixing with the warm glow of your string lights just like that night, and for once you don’t try and stop the thoughts of him that threaten to consume the rest of your evening.

Laying bundled up on the couch in a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized sweater, the black and white sci fi movie The Empire of The Ants plays on your TV while Elvira’s bubble gum sweet voice cracks lewd jokes over the B rated film. The Halloween Macabre special was your only saving grace this week, that and the thick fuzzy Jack O Lantern socks on your feet gifted from Robin.

You giggle to yourself at a joke about her boobs in particular, the half smoked joint on your coffee table makes it easy to wonder if Steve would have thought it was funny too.

Jesus Christ.

You huff a little, pulling the throw blanket closer to your chin, eyebrows furrowing in a pout.

How did this happen? When did this happen?

Before you have time to think too hard about it, lights flash behind your blinds dancing across the exposed glass in the opening from outside. You keep your eyes trained on it until they cut and the darkness from before takes over, shrugging it off to it being your neighbor coming home from work. Shuffling your feet under your blanket, you burrow yourself further into the cushions finally getting the level of comfort you’d been searching for since the movie started, but it only lasts a couple of minutes. Three melodic knocks rattle your front door, scaring you out of your fleece cocoon and onto your carpeted floor.

“God dammit!” You grunt, pushing yourself up and tossing the blanket on the couch, “Fucking Munson.”

It’s only when you get halfway to your door that you realize it’s definitely not Eddie or he would have let himself in with the spare. Your footsteps stop as you remember that this is actually how every single horror movie starts out. It’s almost as if whoever it is can read your mind, and a familiar voice calls out from the other side.

“It’s Steve!”

Relief floods your system, and your shoulders slump as your heart rate starts to calm, but then the realization that Steve Harrington was on the other side of your door unannounced just kicks it back up again. Especially when you look down at what you’re wearing.

“If this is weird or you have someone over, I can leave!“ He talks loud enough to be heard over the rain, but it still threatens to drown him out.

“No!” You don’t mean to yell when you answer, clearing your throat, you try to play it off when you continue, “I’m coming, sorry I’m coming!”

Taking a deep breath you pad the few extra steps to your door, straightening your shoulders before your fingers wrap around the handle. There’s a silent count to three before you actually open it.

The sound of the rain you’d only heard muffled from behind your window grows tenfold, making you wince at the difference at just how hard it’s still coming down. A chilled mist hits your exposed skin from the wind, sending a shiver down your spine and you’re met face to face with a very wet version of the boy you were just thinking about.

“Jesus, Steve! Why didn’t you call?!” You scold, stepping aside to let him into the warmth of your apartment. Shutting the door quickly behind him, a flash of lighting illuminates half the night sky followed by a low roll of thunder.

“I know, I know.” He gives, running a hand through his soaked hair pushing it out of his face. His smile almost looks victorious when he shows you the whites of his teeth. “My power went out.”

His Hawkins Community College sweater clings to parts of his stomach and chest, the worn heather gray cotton turning dark. The water makes the blue denim on his legs even tighter than normal, sticking to him like a second skin and you have to actively stop your eyes from lingering as he drips a mess onto your floor. His white sneakers squish, completely drenched down to his socks and he still somehow looks handsome as ever.

“Robin lives like two blocks away from you.” You arch your brow, flipping your lock to stop anymore horror movie cliches from happening, only for the string lights in your living room to flicker as you do. The energy in the air is laughing at you.

Steve’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of the rosy pink they were from the cold of the storm, and that’s when you notice the shopping bag.

“Did your power actually go out?” The corners of your mouth twitch, crossing your arms across your chest. The bottom hem of your sweater lifts higher up your thighs and Steve licks his lips, following it.

“I don’t know why I said that,” he huffs out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “What a weird lie, right?”

“Kinda,” you giggle, eyes catching the colorful packaging of the popcorn and Red Vines inside the plastic in his hand, the knot in your stomach tightens knowing that he’s been thinking about you too.

“I just felt like if I had called I wouldn’t-“ he coughs looking anywhere but you, “I heard from Eddie that Elvira’s Halloween special was on tonight and I just thought, you know we had kinda talked about it before-“

“Do you want to get out of those clothes?” You cut him off, making his eyes snap up wide. “I mean, wow, that came out a little forward.”

It’s your turn to laugh awkwardly.

“Eddie just leaves stuff here all the time, I clean it obviously or it’d make my place reek.” You try to explain in an attempt to break the tension and it works when you get that lopsided grin that makes you go shy. “I’m sure I’ve got some sweats and a shirt that would fit, I can throw your wet clothes in the dryer if you want?”

Steve’s shoulders relax, nodding, pushing back that loose strand that drips falling over his forehead.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

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When Steve hands you his wet clothes through the crack of your bathroom door, it makes your brain stop working for a second. You catch a glimpse of his bare back in the mirror, littered with more moles and freckles that would make the sky hidden behind the clouds jealous. With thicker thighs than your best friend, it makes the cotton of the sweatpants that hang low on his hips stretch tight over his butt. The dark patch of chest hair that’s always just been teased comes into full view right in front of you and your throat goes dry. Why did it look so soft?

Steve catches you staring, the tips of his ears dusting red before mumbling a mess of sorry’s shutting the door again. You shout an awkward apology of your own, soft thumps on your carpet as you hurry the wet clothes to your dryer. Silently scolding yourself to get it together, feeling the heat rise from your neck to your face, even warming your ears. God, he looked even better without a shirt on.

“You’re good, everything’s chill, you’re totally fine it’s just Steve.” You whisper under your breath, tossing the clothes into the machine with a wet plop. The last part has you rolling your own eyes at yourself, throwing in a couple of dryer sheets for good measure.

Your nerves make you want to keep busy, so you start rummaging through the bag he brought in the kitchen. Butterflies taking flight in your rib cage when it’s everything the two of you had picked out that first night. You bite your lip to hide your smile, opening the popcorn to put in the microwave when you hear the soft click of the bathroom door opening. His feet sound heavier than yours on the carpet,and you make sure to have your back towards him when he finally enters the kitchen. Plugging in the minutes, the loud beeps of your microwave only add to the tension that hangs thick, almost suffocating you in the air.

“I mean, everything fits… I guess.”

He breaks the silence right as the low hum kicks on and you watch the small bag start to spin on the glass plate. You collect yourself quietly before turning around, not expecting the sight you’re met with to send you into a fit of giggles. Slapping a hand over your mouth in an attempt to stop it, you take in the faded black Iron Maiden shirt you gave him.

You realize now with him standing in front of you that it's a size too small for the King of Hawkins, probably one of Eddie’s old one’s from high school. The worn fabric fits tight over his chest, making ‘Eddie’s’ face stretch distorted over his pecs. The sleeves look ready to burst at the seams, and the bottom hem refuses to meet the top of his sweats. Revealing a little sliver of his tan skin and the beginnings of the thick happy trail you’ve shamelessly thought so much about.

It’s the cutest you think he’s ever looked, besides that one summer he worked at Scoops Ahoy.

“Hey! That doesn’t make me feel very good.” Steve chuckles, his cheeks becoming a permanent shade of red for the night.

“No, no, you look cute!” You try to get out, but the snort he gives you in response makes you giggle harder. “I promise, I wouldn’t lie to you!”

The way your lips twitch when you say it makes his eyes roll, but even with a shake of his head, the smile on his face gives him away. He can’t be mad, not when you just called him cute.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” He runs a hand through his hair that’s already started to dry, curling in wisps behind his ears. The gold that kisses the tips shimmers in the low light of the kitchen.

The unexpected first loud pops of the kernels stop any other words that sit on the tips of your tongues, making you both jump at the sudden outburst.

“Why don’t you go warm up on the couch, since you decided to come over for a date during the storm of the century and I’ll bring the snacks out.” You try to keep your tone as even as possible, refusing to meet his eyes after saying the ‘D’ word, busying yourself again with grabbing cups for some hot tea.

You wonder if he can hear your heartbeat from across the room in the moment of silence that follows. Not even realizing you're holding your breath until you feel the heat of his palm against the small of your back and it exhales through nervous lips.

He smells like the rain that won’t stop pouring outside with notes of cedar from his cologne. There’s an undertone of the lilac from your dryer sheets. He’s spring in the middle of autumn, leaning in close to your ear.

“Only if I get to be the big spoon again.”

The way your cheeks push up, and your lashes flutter against the tops of them when he makes his intentions clear, he thinks he’d drive through a hurricane to get to you.

——-

When you get to the living room he’s lying where you were earlier, doing his best to get comfortable, but the size of the shirt has him pulling at the sleeves to get them to loosen up. Muttering under his breath, your giggle is what catches his attention. Big chestnut eyes look up at you, and all the annoyance on his face drains with a smile he can’t contain.

“What? It’s literally cutting off my circulation.” He laughs sitting up, his hair now completely out of control. “You sure this is Munson’s?”

“Yes, but I’m starting to think from, like, junior year.” You try to hide your grin when his jaw drops in disbelief.

“That explains a lot,” he scoffs

You watch him lean forward to grab a handful of the popcorn, the fabric restricting him again, and both of you hear the faint sounds of a tear. His eyes lock with your in a dead stare making you throw your head back in a full bellied laugh. Rib cage tightening just like your chest with the realization of how much you actually like him.

“I’m glad you’re having a good laugh, you’re lucky you’re so pretty, I’ll tell you that much.” He grumbles reaching forward for the popcorn again only this time is successful, probably due to the rip, and something shifts in the air when his words sink in.

“Sometimes it gets me out of things.” You grin, a little shy just for him.

“I’m not surprised in the slightest.” He licks the butter off of his fingers, pink lips wrapping around the tips as he leans back into the cushions. He watches how it makes your thighs press, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

“Are you gonna keep hogging the couch or are you makin’ room for me?” You fake annoyance gesturing toward the way he's manspread on the cushions, doing your best to try and cover up how flustered you feel, but the way his eyes seem to light up tells you it isn’t working.

Shifting himself back to lay on his side, he lifts the covers with raised eyebrows and the kind of shit eating grin you want to kiss off of him.

“I was just waiting to see if you were gonna stand the whole movie or not.”

You make him snort when you roll your eyes, and he tries to play it cool when the smell of your apple blossom body wash fills his senses as you take the small space he’s made for you next to him. Swallowing hard, you leave a little bit of room between you, the nerves in your stomach starting to feel like an Olympic gymnast is competing for the gold. The heat of his breath fans against the back of your neck, his own insecurity making it come out a little shaky having you this close again. The tension breaks when he goes to wrap his arm around you and another sound of a rip hits both your ears.

“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles over your fit of giggles, his face turning a deeper shade of red that you can’t see. “I swear I’m not trying to take my clothes off but this is not working honey.”

His laugh puffs across your skin, making goosebumps rise when he shifts to sit up a little bit. Turning your head, you meet his anxious eyes over your shoulder.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen you shirtless Harrington,” you tease, your own face heating up in memory of the view you got minutes ago in your bathroom.

“It’s not, like, going to make you uncomfortable or anything right? I swear this isn’t like a move - not that I don’t want to make a move -“ The boy looks panicked, his signature tell of running his hand through his hair coming into play.

“Steve, it’s fine, take it off” you giggle, “It’s clearly a size too small.”

He huffs out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, rosy cheeks deflating before a toothy grin spreads across his face.

“Okay, yeah, al-alright.”

You turn your attention back to the TV to give him some ‘privacy’, your heart going into overdrive when you see the fabric drop to the floor in front of you. The couch shifts under his weight as he lays back down, and for a second you think you can hear his heart over your own. Tentative hands find their way to your hips, fingers digging into your softness when he pulls you in, the warmth of his bare chest seeps through the thick fabric of your sweater and your body melts against it. You feel the way it makes him relax behind you, a stubble covered chin hooking over your shoulder while your feet tangle with his. A content hum, leaves from between his lips next to your ear, the tip of his nose nudging behind it as he snuggles closer and it feels like he’s breathing you in.

“Mmm, so what’d I miss?” His voice comes out a little sleepy, and you hate the way it makes your thighs press. You wonder if he could feel it.

“So basically this woman cons people to buy houses on this island,” you start, stuttering when you feel the tips of his fingers under your sweater that sits rucked up to your waist, “And when they get there someone had dumped human waste creating these giant ants that hate humans.”

“Oh that’s…interesting,” he tries, making you laugh and it has him smiling into the crook of your neck.

“It’s ridiculous, it’s okay, that’s why she’s making fun of it.” You grin, running your fingers down his forearm, finding his hand that's made a home on the curve of your tummy to give it a reassuring squeeze.

He takes the opportunity to keep you there, intertwining your fingers and pulling you even closer. The sound of the rain against your window gets heavier, and the roll of thunder gets louder. The flicker of your candles makes the storm raging outside seem relaxing from the inside, and you can’t believe he drove all the way over here in this, just to cuddle with you on the couch. Somehow trying to burrow yourself into him even deeper, the wiggle of your hips when you readjust makes the air shift.

Your sleep shorts and the cotton of his sweatpants don’t hide what his jeans did. His grip on your hand tightens, and he bites his tongue to stop the moan that's begging to slip out when you do it again. His nose nudges harder behind your ear, exhaling a huff through it that makes you shiver.

“Honey,” it comes out as more of a plea than a warning, his lips that you’ve yet to feel against your own ghosting against the sensitive spot on your neck.

The feeling of how much he wants you pressing into the small of your back is what gives you the courage to turn around in his arms, ready to finally do what you’ve wanted since the last time you found yourself here. He lets your fingers slip through his, always keeping his palm against your skin until it sits on the small of your back. Both of yours land on the dark patch of hair on his chest that's even softer than it looks, slowly sliding them up till the pads of your thumbs trace his collar bone. With your head resting on one of his arms, his other pulls your bodies flush together before his thigh finds space between your own sliding you close enough for your noses to brush.

His half lidded eyes meet yours, and your breath catches in your throat when you see how they darken. He takes his time, letting his hand roam on its way from your back, fingers tracing up your ribs before the warmth of his big palm envelopes the already heated skin on your cheek. His gaze flicks down to your parted lips, licking his own while his thumb traces the pout begging him for a kiss.

“Please,” he whispers ,not knowing he beat you to it.

The connection is soft at first, just your top lip brushing against his bottom but it’s enough to make every inch of your skin come alive. A low groan rumbling deep from his chest, vibrating against your hands. He meets your eyes one more time down the slope of his nose before he closes the distance with nothing held back anymore, kissing you in a way that makes you feel like you’ve never been kissed the right way before. It’s like he knows just how to make your toes curl when they slot together, the tip of his tongue wasting no time when you sigh giving him the opening he needs. The blunt ends of your nails dig into the warmth of his skin, leaving half crescent moons over his pecs that’ll be hidden by the thick chestnut hair that covers them.

Your tongue meets his eagerly, cedar and rain making you dizzy when the top of his thigh adds pressure to the heat between your legs. Your noses bump, teeth scraping together while his hand leaves your cheek to squeeze at your hips encouraging the small roll they start to do on their own. The mess in your underwear only gets worse letting you move against the hard muscle with ease, your fingers weaving in the soft hair at the nape of his neck when he flexes it for you. He growls low when you give the roots a gentle pull at the same time your teeth tug at his bottom lip, his self control to try and be a gentleman slipping away.

“Jesus Christ baby,” Steve gasps, the new nickname making you smile when you give him a softer kiss loving the way it makes his skin flush.

“You started it,” you whisper, watching the way his cheeks push up before he chases you for another one, which you gladly give, letting your lips linger when he hooks your leg over his hip.

Close as close can get.

“Me?” He tuts, letting his hand slide up your thigh before squeezing at the curve of your ass, glancing down to see how you still roll against him “I don’t think so, you’ve been trying to take my clothes off since I walked through the door.”

He throws his head back with a laugh when you scoff, and you pretend to push him away only for his hold on you to tighten. His lips connect anywhere but yours as you play hard to get, trailing a wet path to your neck, teeth nipping at the spot that gets a sound from you that has him kicking up in his sweats. So he does it again, and this time he can’t stop the grind of his hips that meet yours when he gets you saying his name the same way.

“And what do you think you’re doing now?” You try to tease but it comes out too breathy to be taken seriously, especially when he starts to suck where his teeth just grazed.

He grins against your skin, nosing his way up your jaw before meeting your eyes again, something softening in the gold inside them that shines through the abyss.

“You want the truth?” He asks, bringing his hand up to cup your face, the pad of his thumb tracing the small bags under your eyes with a gentle touch and all you can do is nod.

“I just want to make you feel good, god - it’s all I’ve thought about for so long. Just wanna treat you right, take things slow,” his thumb drags across your bottom lip watching the way your eyes glaze over at his words. “Take you out to nice dinners, watch all your favorite movies, hear about your day, but really what I want to do right now is make you cum on my tongue.”

“Steve,” his name comes out broken, the roll of your hips becoming more pointed, and the swelling in your chest makes you feel like you’re ready to explode.

“You want that pretty girl?” He whispers, leaning close so his lips brush against yours, his eyebrows furrowing when you grind a certain way, your clit catching his tip.

“Y-yeah,” you whimper, eyes big and pleading, turning into putty from his sweet words.

He gives you a kiss that’s more gentle than the rest, before sitting up on his haunches letting you fall into the empty space on your back. A big hand wrapping around your ankle, moving your leg out of his way so you’re spread with him in the middle. Leaning forward, his fingers curl around the elastic band of your sleep shorts, giving you one last look from under his lashes before tugging them down your thighs, throwing them on the floor with his shirt.

“Shit - baby.” He groans, running a hand through his hair when he sees the effect he really has on you. “Better than my dreams.”

All the blood rushes to your cheeks from his affection, as gentle hands run up your calves when he starts to lean forward, fingers curling under your knees to lift them over his freckled shoulders. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you start to feel shy exposed to him like this for the first time. A kaleidoscope of new feelings settles deep in your gut when his hot breath hits your core, thighs tensing that the pads of his thumbs try to soothe.

He looks up at you, from between your legs pressing a soft kiss to the place where your hip meets your thigh, making your back arch.

“You okay?” He whispers after another kiss, only this one on the inside of your thigh.

“Yeah, just nervous,” you giggle, feeling the warmth on your cheeks with your hand. If anyone would have told you that you’d have Steve Harrington between your legs begging to taste you a year ago, you’d have laughed in their face.

“Want me to stop?” He rests his cheek right where he kissed, looking content just to be doing this.

“No.” You smirk, reaching down to run a hand through his hair that was just begging for it, pushing back the stray that falls over his forehead.

He smiles, closing his eyes leaning into your touch for a minute before he turns his head, lips meeting your soft skin where he starts a path to where you want him most. You feel his breath and it sends a shiver down your spine, the tip of his nose spreading you apart first. He applies the kind of pressure against your bundle of nerves that makes you gasp, letting his tongue follow, collecting what you’ve already given him.

“Oh my god, Steve,” you whine, when he flattens the pink muscle doing it again, groaning loudly at the taste of you.

“So fuckin’ sweet, god, honey,” he mumbles against your cunt, replacing his nose with his lips, sucking your clit in a greedy way that makes your eyes hit the back of your head.

His fingers dig hard enough into the meat of your thighs, that you’re sure they’ll be bruises in the morning. The tip of his tongue tracing your entrance that flutters around him, threatening to suck him in and he can’t help himself, giving your body what it wants. Both your hands find their way to his hair, tangling your fingers in his honey colored locks searching for purchase when he starts to taste your walls, creating a steady rhythm that has you rocking against his face for more.

“Yeah, you like that?” He grunts, extending his tongue as far as it can go, drool and slick starting to drip down your thighs as he starts to lose himself in you.

“Uh-huh,” is all you manage to get out, jaw going slack at the way he feels like he’s eating you from the inside out, like he’s thought about this longer than a few weeks.

One of his hands lets go of your thigh while he starts to focus his attention back on your clit making you gasp when you feel the thickness of his finger press itself against where his tongue just was. The stretch makes you keen when he pushes one knuckle deep with ease, distracting you when he pushes the second one in as he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves.

“God - baby,” he gasps, when your walls take the third knuckle in by themselves, and it’s only then you notice the way he’s rutting against the couch in search of his own friction.

Your head pushes back into the cushions when he curves it, hitting the spot that only you’ve ever found on your own, and it has you babbling, your hips rolling up greedily for more which he gives you when he adds a second finger. He sets a pace that has your lashes fluttering against your cheeks after he lets you adjust to feeling so full.

“Come on, I can feel it, you’re close huh?” He asks against your clit, making you shudder, nodding your head when he starts flicking it with a wild tongue.

“Steve, Steve, Steve,” you whine, eyes closing tight, the band inside of you going taut, your hips grinding against his face without abandon as you try to take his fingers even deeper.

The sound of his name leaving your kiss bitten lips like a prayer makes a moan rumble deep from his chest, and it vibrates against your cunt, giving you just enough extra stimulation to make it snap. Vision going white behind your eyes, your body tenses while your mouth opens in a scream that falls on deaf ears when nothing actually comes out.

“Honey, honey, honey,” he babbles, his hips stuttering while his tongue refuses to stop despite the way your body shakes.

You murmur his name in a daze, trying to push his head away as you reach the verge of overstimulation and it takes him the third shove for him to finally listen, addicted to the way you taste. Feeling empty when he pulls his fingers out, your body betrays you trying to get them to stay. He kisses the inside of both of your thighs, smirking against your skin when your legs twitch because of it, slowly sliding his body up the length of yours. Skin flushed, and lips shining, you’d be embarrassed if he didn’t look like he just won the lottery.

His nose nudges yours before his lips steal a kiss that you eagerly give despite feeling so spent. Your fingers finding their way back into the hair at the nape of his neck, a smile tugging up the corners of your mouth when you feel the warmth of his own release in the cotton of the sweats.

“I hope you have another pair of pants for me.” He laughs, embarrassment making the tips of his ears turn red, the warm color only deepening when you grin and you realize you have more than just a crush on Steve Harrington.

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disfrutalakia · 9 months ago

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Bagi and Richas talk about Jaiden (28/02/2024)

"B: Richinhas, we have one problem only... How many months has it been since that explosion on purgatory?

B: When you went to get your dad Cellbit, your aunt Baghera, what was the situation there in purgatory?

R: Explosion? 0_0 OOOHHH THAT ONE, YES

B: There on egg island

B: For me it was a purgatory, you know how it is

R: So, they were all fucked, mom kkkkkkkkkk

B: It's because, for many months now Empanada has been wating for one of her moms to come back from there

B: And I thought that she would at least come back with Cellbit and Baghera

R: Made me think I should have gone there sooner

R: OHH

R: Who? 0_0

B: Come here Richinhas

B: Did you maybe (points at a sign with Jaiden's name) saw this person there, when you went... you know?

B: Richinhas

R: Mom 0_0 hmmm

B: Oh Richinhas... Oh noo I made you sad too, come here son (open arms for a hug) Come here, come here (hugs)

B: Didn't want to make you sad, I... I just brought up this subject because it has been a very long time that Empanada has been waiting for her and I don't know if she survived

R: kkkkkkkk Not exactly sad, mom

B: I don't know if she survived son!

B: How will I tell this story to Empanada, she has been waiting for months

R: It's just

R: How do I explain kkkkkk

R: Hmmm also you made remembered me that I need to do something mom

R: Anyway, aunt Jaiden, you met her right mom?

B: I did met her, Richinhas, I did

B: I liked her wings, even though I thought she was too friendly with Cucurucho

B: That's why I thought it was weird for her to not come back with Cucurucho or something if she had gotten stuck there

R: I think if it was ON PURGATORY kkkkkk

R: Considering the state dad Cellbit was in, you maybe didn't get to met THE aunt Jaiden

B: No, I met her before all this, I met her before all the tragedy

B: I met her at the time she was friendly with Cucurucho and led a kind of normal life, she lived at that village, the girl village where Jaiden, Tina and Mouse lived, I think

R: And even I, only saw aunt Jaiden once

R: And I say that... let's say there were 2 aunt Jaidens

R: The aunt Jaiden that lost Bobby and the aunt Jaiden that left grief behind just a little bit

R: That aunt Jaiden, I only saw her once

R: And... I will miss her, you know mom? kkkkkkk

R: You know when the things that made you remember what was important for you, they look like they go away little by little

R: And you just forget

R: It's very scary

B: Ah, son

B: I know it's scary

B: The time passage everyday is scary

B: Getting older is scary

B: To see time pass and watch some people not coming back is scary

R: But aunt Jaiden won't come back

B: None of them right?

R: One of them I think died some time ago

R: And then, those 2 were left

R: But those 2 too... I guess they went away then

R: I won't do that, neither will Pom, or dad Cellbit, or aunt Baghera, but if you need to tell Empanada, promise me that all the dreams she had of one day being loved like Bobby by aunt Jaiden, keep them alive, alright? >:D kkkkkk

B: Oh go Richarlyson, everytime you break your mom by making me cry

R: Cause I have an impression that would be... I mean, that wouldn't be true kkkkkk but love is kind of unconditional

R: Like a friend would say, and well, pa Roier kkkkkk

B: Yeah

B: I'm aware their love is unconditional

R: Em will probably get very lost

R: No mom, not that 0_0

B: Oh okay! I was thinking of other side

R: But, pa Roier loves Pepito too right?

B: Of course, of course, I get what you meant

B: It's a thing I had to explain a lot to Empanada that just because Jaiden had an egg before, she wouldn't be capable of loving her

B: Because each person lives on a different place of our heart

R: Maybe she will never understand mom kkkkkk

B: I know

R: Everyday I see Pepito and I feel Pepito also thinks that sometimes, you know? But that's what pa Roier is there for, to smile and to assure Pepito that Pepito is important too

R: Then on Em's and aunt Jaiden's case... It looks like it was all a evil thing from the federation

R: But she is already gone 0_0 has been for a long time

B: Wow son, so young and you already deal with so many complex feelings so well

B: Better than me

R: Nahh

R: I don't talk, but I'm here to tell you mom 0_0

R: Above everything, just keep Em happy, ok? >:D kkkkkkkkk

B: Of course

R: Your love counts for 7 loves kkkkk

B: Hey and you, occupy the other half of my heart alright? You too

B: I take care of her and I take care of you too

B: I know you have a lot of dads but you have your mom too"

#qsmp #translation #qsmp bagi #qsmp richarlyson

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rigginsstreet · 24 days ago

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@runraerun made some wheels for @harringrovekinktober prompts (here in case anyone wants to play around and write something even after october) and my 3 prompts were rimming, ghost hunting, and bennys burgers which made me laugh so i decided to write something aaand here it is happy halloween 🖤

"this is such a bad idea."

"quit your bitching."

billy's hunched over the padlock blocking entry into the now desolate diner, trying to pick his way in with a bobby pin he stole from max's side of the bathroom.

"it's weird, billy!" harrington's whining behind him. "a guy died here, have some fucking respect."

"aha!" billy shouts as he gets the lock open, pulls out the chains holding the door closed and kicks it open before turning around to face steve. "and that's why we're going to see if all the rumors are true. so stop being a pansy ass and come in. wanna see if there's still any brains left over."

the rumors, of course, are that the place has been haunted for the past 40 years ever since the Benny of Benny's Burgers was found by the counter with his head blown off. and billy, being billy, has been itching to get out here ever since steve made the mistake of mentioning this to him as part of the town lore when he was trying to impress the hot new guy a few weeks ago... (it worked, of course, because steve got himself a new semi-boyfriend out of it, it's just that said boyfriend is kind of a psycho maniac, turns out.)

"you're a sick weirdo freak," steve deadpans, slightly disgusted.

billy just grins at him, tongue between his teeth. "that's what makes the sex so good."

billy steps in without further notice, and there's a split second where steve thinks about ditching his ass and just going to tina's party or something. find himself a nice normal somebody to hook up with instead.

he follows billy inside.

the place smells like old grease and mothballs. can't see shit inside until billy clicks on a flashlight and they're treated to a view of fallen bits of ceiling, cobwebs, and old graffiti.

"cute," billy says as he walks up to a wall with a satanic goat head painted on.

"okay! we came, we saw, no ghosts, let's go." steve is not freaked out, he just doesn't want to stay in this place any longer than he has to. he also doesn't want to risk tetanus.

the front door slams shut then, and billy starts cackling like some evil witch when steve jumps from the noise, because it's loud, not because he's scared.

"god, you really are a pussy," billy's still laughing, and steve wants to deck him in the nose.

"ok, you know what? fuck you. i'm leaving."

steve's had enough. he's not putting up with this the rest of the night. he's got better places to be, better company to keep. except.

billy's grabbing him by the waist as he tries to make his exit. pulls him til his back is flush against billy's chest, and billy's got his arms wrapped around him tight, faces pressed cheek to cheek in an oddly intimate pose for someone like billy hargrove who, in steve's short time of knowing him, hasn't really done much of intimate at all.

"hey, hey, i'm sorry, alright? i'll protect you from the big bad monsters..."

steve rolls his eyes because of course billy can't help himself from being a prick about it, but like.

the embrace does feel nice. maybe steve's a sucker. but he's fine with that fact as billy's turning him in his arms and suddenly they're face to face.

"only monster i need protection from is you."

"aw, baby, now how can you say i'm the bad guy when i treat you so good..."

billy takes steve's chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding their mouths together at a tortuously slow pace that leaves steve's knees feeling like jello when their lips finally touch.

steve kind of forgets where they are after that. for as annoying as billy is, he's frustratingly a really fucking good kisser.

so steve lets himself get lost in it. has his hands fisted in the denim of billy's jacket and walks them back until billy hits the old diner counter with a grunt. makes billy kiss back harder, biting at steve's lips like he's some rabid animal. it's how it always goes with them.

"thought we were s'pposed to be ghost hunting?" steve asks between kisses. not that he really gives a shit. this is much better than disturbing restless spirits.

"got something else for you to hunt."

steve groans at the horrible joke, but then billy's whispering all husky against his mouth "want you to fuck me," and then steve's groaning for a whole different reason.

steve kind of wants to object, because this is not the place he wants to be doing this. but the thing is... billy hasn't actually let steve fuck him yet. all their hook ups have been the other way around and like, that's been all fine and great, but steve's kind of been itching to have his go at billy. and if this is his opportunity being handed to him on a silver platter, then, well...

"god, yes."

he's maybe a little more enthusiastic than necessary when he goes to undo billy's jeans. would be embarrassed about it under other circumstances, but he's a man possessed. maybe it's all the jitters from earlier. fuck if he knows.

but before he can pull billy's jeans down billy's stopping him with a hand to his chest, all calm and slow like the biggest cocktease in the world. for a second steve thinks he's been played, that billy's gonna start laughing in his face and tell him as if. but he doesn't.

"first thing's first, cowboy."

he tugs on steve's shirt, forcing him down to his knees as billy turns around, back to him. ass to him, really, once steve's in the desired position. and it takes steve a second to process it, what billy's wanting. but then billy's bending forward and planting his forearms onto an old vinyl cushion of the counter stools, and he's giving his ass a little wiggle right in steve's face and... yeah, okay. he gets the message. fuck.

he's done this before, just not with billy.

well, not to billy. billy's usually the one doing it to him, and he's fucking good at that, too. so. no pressure or anything.

"c'mon, harrington, i wanna wake the dead."

"ew, don't talk about that right now."

billy laughs while steve shakes off his disgust. refocuses on billy's ass in front of him and how he needs to remove the current barriers between them.

billy's ass is kind of glorious up close. not that steve would tell billy that, like the guy needs an ego boost. but seeing it stripped bare right in front of him he can better admire how taut it is, how golden it is, somehow, just like the rest of billy (an imagine springs to mind of billy sunbathing naked and it's got steve all kinds of things.)

there's a light dusting of hair that steve can see and feel as his hands make slow, methodical work of massaging him, getting him nice and relaxed before steve spreads him open and goes to work.

the tiny gasp billy let's out does wonders for steve's own ego. spurred on by all of billy's pleased noises he really sinks his teeth in - so to speak.

"fuck, harrington," billy breathes. "and everyone says i've got the wicked tongue..." he's cut off by a moan, and steve can't help but smirk to himself.

"they don't call me king for nothing," steve quips before going back in and fucking his tongue into billy's hole, relishing in the whimpers billy's letting out.

if only everyone at school could see big bad billy hargrove now, reduced to a whimpering mess all because of steve harrington. it sends a little jolt straight to his dick, he can't lie.

"wanna fuck you so bad..." steve breathes, brain going foggy as he bites into the meat of billy's ass.

"no one's stopping you." billy's trying to sound like his usually cocksure self, but the effect is hindered somewhat by the desperate rasp of his voice.

steve's all set to get on with it, getting ready to pull himself up to his feet when there's a loud crash coming from the kitchen.

"the hell was that?" he asks.

billy looks up, almost like he, too, was spooked, but of course he won't just say that.

"probably just an animal or something. get back to fucking me."

"i haven't started," steve mutters, back on his feet.

he's halfway to zipping down his fly when there's another crash, except this time it's from a rock, he assumes, hurling right past them til is cracks on the wall behind them.

"that's not a fucking animal, billy!" and, okay, maybe steve's kind of losing himself a little here, but, like, can he be blamed?

even billy's shot up, staring into the kitchen with wide eyes. "it's gotta be the wind or something... it's fine."

billy tries to tug steve closer to him to get on with the show, but it's in that moment a piece of the ceiling comes hailing down next to them, and steve's had enough.

"nope! no way! im out of here!"

even billy seems to have finally gotten his sense and is pulling his pants up, running out of the place right behind steve.

"homophobic ass ghost," he's mumbling to himself as they reach the door, and another rock flies by and cracks the glass.

"don't antagonize it, billy!" steve grabs billys arm and hauls him outside. "sorry mr. benny, sir! won't happen again!"

billy flips the diner the bird as they're running away, and steve will swear on his life he actually heard the bellowing sound of a man's voice yelling at them. nothing distinct, just... unsettling howling of sorts.

steve doesn't want to think about it.

only when the diner is out of view do they finally stop running.

steve's heart feels like it's about to leap out of his chest as he glares at billy. his lungs are gonna explode. "next time you want someone to fuck you, try taking them somewhere normal like a motel 6. asshole."

billy, despite his own look of fear, starts laughing. "you gotta admit this makes for a better story, though."

steve just shakes his head, still trying to catch his breath. "asshole."

#harringrove #my writing #this was thrown together very fast so any mistakes... embrace them ok #harringrovekinktober

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noellawrites · 1 year ago

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Souvenir - Yandere!Luca x reader

summary: Luca just can't let his rivalry with Carmy go, so he leaves a permanent reminder inside of you. afab reader but no specified pronouns.

warnings: smut, baby-trapping, condom sabotage, forced breeding

You weren't even supposed to go to Copenhagen. The trip was booked for Marcus when his mother took a turn for the worse. So here you were, the recipient of a non-refundable flight, standing in front of Denmark's most renowned kitchen. As The Beef's only waitress, saying you had a lack of food prep knowledge was an understatement. But with Tina and Ebra back in school, the task was left to you.

—

"Carmy taught me everything I know about good service. Really, I owe everything to him. I thought he'd boot me after taking over The Beef but thank god he didn't," you rambled.

"Sounds like he means a lot to you," Luca spoke quietly as he prepped an example dessert.

"He's the best chef I've ever worked with. Maybe not as intense as your rival chef, but he definitely challenges me. For example, sending me here with no experience," you laughed, picking up a tub of diced almonds.

"Seems like a real bond," Luca said simply. He reached across to the other side of you and his tattoos crossed into your line of vision.

"He's like my mentor, brother, work husband and hero all in one. Actually, that sounds stupid when I say it out loud," you laughed nervously.

"I know what you mean. To be so consumed by someone's talent that you just want to seep into their skin," Luca agreed.

A comfortable moment of silence hung between you both as you kept working. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him staring at you with an unreadable expression before he turned away to grab some dough.

—

"Your lips taste better than any dessert," Luca whispered in your ear as he traced his fingers down your stomach. Pleasure tickled down your spine and he pushed down your shorts, reaching into your panties and tracing your clit.

"Ah--ahh, Luca!" you moaned, and he clamped a hand over your mouth.

Through the dark, you could just make out his pepper tattoo on his hand, which oddly enough reminded you of Carmy. Come to think of it, the patchy placements of his tattoos reminded you a lot of Carmy's. And his entire apartment was bare just like Carmy's was, too. Even Luca's intense expressions sometimes mirrored Carmy's.

I really shouldn't be thinking of Carmy when I'm about to have sex with this hot pastry chef, you thought.

As Luca started pulling his boxers down, you held your hand out to stop him.

"Do you have a condom?" you asked, sitting up and looking around.

"Dresser, top drawer," he said, sounding a bit irked. You handed him the small plastic square and laid back down.

You could hear him ripping open the package with his teeth and stretching the condom over his cock when he suddenly pulled your panties down the rest of the way.

You were lost in pleasure as he dove into your pussy, licking and sucking with his expertly trained tongue.

—

Luca held you against him with his strong arms as you both reached orgasm together, a mess of sweat and pleasure and moans.

"Oh shit Luca, did you just cum in me?" you gasped, wriggling away from him as post-sex clarity struck you.

"The condom must've broken," he said, but you pulled away from him too quick and managed to see what he was trying to hide: the empty, fully intact condom next to him. His hard cock pulled out of you, covered in a mix of your cum, no condom on him at all.

"What the fuck, Luca?!"

"Stay here. With me."

Luca's kind eyes had turned dark, an ulterior motive lurking underneath the surface. You didn't know what he was up to, but you knew it couldn't be good.

You quickly gathered your clothes from the floor and tried to yank your pants on. Luca stood, still completely naked, and moved to stand in front of the door leading outside his flat.

"Move, I need to go pick up Plan B. I'm ovulating, you fucking asshole!"

"You're not leaving. Not until your flight."

"Oh my god, this is so fucked up! I-I barely even know you!" you cried.

"You knew me enough to let me fuck you," he laughed, pulling on his boxers. As much as you hated to admit it, he had stretched you better than anyone else had before.

"I hate you, Luca."

—

You took a Plan B when you got back to Chicago, but by then it was too late. Not only did you bring back three desserts for The Bear's new menu, but you also brought back a tiny baby in your stomach. A little bundle of cells forever tying you to the British pastry chef. You sobbed as you told Carmy, who then gave you the entire story about how he and Luca had met. Rivals, but Carmy was clearly more skilled, more talented, more ambitious.

But now, Luca had finally bested Carmy at something. He left you a permanent reminder, a souvenir from your travels, a big 'fuck you' to his former rival chef.

part two

#the bear luca x reader #luca x reader #pastry chef luca x reader #will poulter x reader #luca the bear #the bear x reader #pastry chef luca #the bear hulu #carmy berzatto #yandere the bear #yandere carmy berzatto #yandere will poulter #what are these tags lmao

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niqosblog · 10 months ago

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Gretchen Wieners is 100% Queer: An Analysis

Spoilers for the 2024 Movie!!!!

Analysis under cut!!!

Exhibit A: Her One-sided Crush on Regina

Her solo song (What's Wrong With Me) is very much just a love song. The lyrics are very much blaming herself for her just because she loves Regina too much to blame her. It's a song of unrequited love, and how she is fully aware she's being used. But she won't do anything because it's the Regina George.

If you're still unconvinced, here are the lyrics of Gretchen's song compared to Aaron's (Regina's ex boyfriend) song:

Gretchen:

Aaron:

As you can see, the lyrics are very similar. Aaron sticks to Regina because he actually likes her and wants to impress her. Guess what Gretchen also does...

Not only are these musical numbers back to back on the soundtrack, they are about the same person and their relationship with the singer. This could be pure coincidence but I do have other points to make besides the songs.

Such as this scene:

In the actual show, Gretchen is actually flattered by what Regina said. And she actually takes it to heart. The only reason why she told Regina about Cady's crush on Aaron was because she was slowly replacing her, and she got jealous.

Exhibit B: Jason Weems

Before we start, this is about their toxic relationship which I do not support and I'm only using for an example. And if you try to argue that they aren't toxic and are just a couple that has a lot of playful banter. The 2024 movie changes her love interest as she sees Jason as sleezy.

Gretchen likes Jason in the movie and that goes for the rest of the adaptations by Tina Fey.

But why?

Jason always cheats on her and hits on any girl he sees. Yet Gretchen keeps going back to him. It's assumed that he only does this to make Gretchen jealous. But he already has her wrapped around his finger, so why bother. Maybe he's just good at pleasing her, but that's not the case.

In a deleted scene in 2004 Mean Girls, Karen and Gretchen have a conversation about Jason. Gretchen saying it's 'the night for [her] and Jason' for Karen to say that they've already done it twice. But Gretchen says that tonight she's going to 'like it'.

This means, the two other times they've had sexual interactions she didn't like having it with him. And why she didnt like it goes unexplained. This ties back to Regina. Like Regina, Jason ignores Gretchen a lot. Much as far as to step over her at Cady's party in the movie when she falls to the floor while drunk. Yet Gretchen still craves attention from him and expects calls and texts back.

She has only shown this behavior toward Jason and two other character. Those characters are Regina and Cady. She yearns for Regina's attention while she's queen bee. When she and Karen go to another room, Gretchen asks to be let in. This leads to the 'What's Wrong With Me' musical number. She loves being with Regina and treasures every little interaction, even if it's through a door.

Now, when Cady is queen bee, she does the same thing. She asks her to make plans so they can hang out. And when she refuses, she uses Cady's crush (Aaron) as a reason to make plans. She's desperate to hang out with Cady and is at her every beck and call.

This could just be Gretchen sucking up to authority, but it's still very similar to how she is with Jason, her on-and-off boyfriend.

Exhibit C: Her Questionable Relationship With Karen

In every adaptation, Gretchen seems to always have a positive relationship with Karen. Which is the only character within the Mean Girls universe she has a positive relationship with (unless you count the Walmart ads as lore and consider her husband to be a character). They have many scenes to the point that TV Tropes considers them to be 'Heterosexual Life-Partners'.

Link:

But from what we know, the two don't have a set love interest. Unlike Cady and Regina who are Betty and Veronica to Aaron's Archie. Their onscreen relationships go as follows from the movie-musical-movie musical

Gretchen: Jason (movie), no one (musical), Kevin (movie musical)

Karen: Seth (kind of), no one, unnamed theater boy

These two do not have a set relationship with boys. Guess which other character this applies to.

Janis Ian or any other variation of her last name.

Janis was only written as straight once. In the 2004 movie with Kevin G. The other adaptations however...

In the musical, her sexuality is left ambiguous but she's single by the start and end of it. And BWW, her Broadway actress, says that she played Janis as queer. Then in the 2024 movie, she's a canonical lesbian and takes her girlfriend to Spring Fling. Meaning that Janis' relationship adaptations looks like this:

Janis: Kevin, no one, unnamed girlfriend

This is very similar to Gretchen and Karen's adaptations relationships. And when we consider how Tina wrote most of these adaptations we can conclude that Janis was at least queer when she first wrote her. And the same should go for Gretchen and Karen.

And the musical and 2024 movie put some interesting moments between them.

This isn't even the half of it, I've heard they've done a gay thigh touch in some productions.

Mind you, the second photo was during Spring Fling after dumping Jason.

As you can see they don't exactly have a straight relationship. Not to say they both are gay and should have been canon in the 2024 movie hahahahaha.. But the two have very obvious chemistry and love each other. Whether platonic or romantic.

And in an interview, Avantika, Karen's 2024 actress, says that Karen is pansexual. And from this analysis, we can say that at the very least Gretchen is some form of queer. Whether it's bi, pan, unlabeled, or even if you headcanon her as lesbian and think of Jason as her beard.

At the end of the day, it's your decision to believe me or not. But it is 3:09 right now (sorry for any typos), and I've been meaning to make this post ever since I saw the 2024 movie in theaters.

Remember, this is all analysis through a queer lens. You can still think of her as straight, or think of the adaptations having different sexuality. I don't want to force what I think onto anyone that they don't believe in. This is just a post by a silly gay person.

#mean girls musical #mean girls 2024 #mean girls #mean girls spoilers #gretchen wieners #karen smith #karen shetty #regina george #cady heron #janis sarkisian #janis ian #janis imi'ike #lgbtqia #queer #gay #pan

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hepbaestus · 11 months ago

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All the graffiti in Pac's base minus Empanada's as of 11/10/24

If I got any of the Portuguese translations wrong, please tell me!

[Start ID: Eleven screenshots of graffiti on white concrete bricks in Chume Labs (Pac's base) on the QSMP Minecraft server in different styles;

A brown bubble style graffiti that says 'Fit' with a trident across the 'T' and white indecipherable text above the 'F' that says 'bald is beautiful'

A sharp white clustered graffiti style that says 'Cellbit' and a vibrant red to dark blue gradient graffiti style that says 'Roier' on the same white concrete block

A uniform maroon graffiti text that says 'Felps' with the emoticon of a face underneath it

A blue classic graffiti style with a black shadow behind the Portuguese word for Squirrels 'Esquiletes' and a chicken scrawl graffiti style that says 'Caw Caw' these refer to the teams that Pactw and MiketheLink were in for the second Purgatory event (Pac in Squirrels and Mike in Crows)

A full white graffiti that says 'Slender Pelado' with a white egg behind the text, this is in reference to the white slender man haunting MiketheLink

A pink and white graffiti that says 'Tina'

A bubble style graffiti that says 'Ramon' with a cog as the letter 'O' and a moustache as the line connecting the two sides of the letter 'A', there is also a minecraft meathead (A red zombie head with four tendrils) on the top of the letter 'R'

A pink and purple graffiti that says 'Bagi'

A predominantly yellow with green splotches graffiti which says 'Richas', the letter 'C' is replaced with Pacman and there is decipherable text above the 'H' which in Portuguese says 'ovo bolola' which translates to 'ball shaped egg' and three blue bumps above that

A white with blue backdrop graffiti that says 'Bobby' with a halo over the first 'B'

A blue and green graffiti style that says 'Pac e Mike' with 'Pac e' being green with a blue shadow and 'Mike' being blue with a green shadow. This translates to Pac and Mike /EndID

#qsmp #qsmp liveblogging #pactw liveblogging #qpac #qmike #qfit #qcellbit #qbobby #qroier #qbagi #qtina #qramon #qricharlyson #qfelps #purgatory 2

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romance-lover77 · 2 years ago

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Newt Scamander x Fem Muggle Reader Part 6

Warning: Smut +18, Low self esteem talk, Cursing

Plot: You finally have no doubts about Newt’s love for you but someone unexpected shows up

Your POV

Sometimes I wondered why Newt chose me. Out of all the beautiful women out there he had to choose me. The plain unattractive muggle woman. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror, wondering how he can sleep with this. Wondering how he can kiss my lips, how he can caress my skin, how he can caress my curves…… Wondering how he can look at me straight in the eyes and tell me “I love you”……

Your eyes opened and you appeared to be standing in front of a type of jail cell. It looked like an old dungeon, it was cold and slightly dark. The air was humid and even the tiniest sound could make an echo. Tina appeared abruptly beside you and she appeared to be enraged.

“How could you Y/N! It’s all your fault! You b***h! Because of you Newt is going to Azkaban!”

You didn’t know what was happening, why Tina was fuming and was shouting at your face. Until you saw on the other side, that Newt was chained up and looking miserable.

Your eyes widened by the shock and you started shaking your head no. Not believing that this was happening. Tears were forming in your eyes and then Tina said “If I were his woman, he wouldn’t be in this mess. If I were a simple muggle, I would have turned myself in because that’s how much I love him. But you couldn’t even do that. You coward, Coward! Coward! Coward! COWARD!!!!!!”

You opened your eyes, desperately gasping for air. You jolted up, and took deep breaths,trying to breathe normally again. Your body was so damp by how much you were sweating. Finally when you could catch your breath, you gazed at the room, and realized that it was just a dream, a horrible dreadful dream.

You then look at your right side and see Newt peacefully sleeping. Oh goodness he was so damn handsome even without trying. His breathing was so calm and soothing that you could hear it all night without getting tired of it. Newt's eyes opened abruptly and he caught you staring at him. He was groggy and sat up now facing you

“Love what’s that matter, why are you awake?”.

You didn’t want to tell him about your dream so you lied. “I’m sorry honey, my back is hurting that’s all and I can’t find a comfortable position. So Newt honey just go back to sleep.” You stare at him, hoping that he will shrug it off and fall back to sleep. But he didn’t and he gazed at you which made you anxious by the way he was doing it. “Newt, are you okay?”

He then wraps his arms around your body and he lays his face on your breasts. That startled you and a small squeak escaped your lips. “Newt what are you doing!?”

He then looks up at you with such hungry eyes. “Let me help you with your back pain, love. You have no idea how much I miss your body”. Then there was an unexpected visitor. On your thigh you could sense his erection through his pajama pants. Your eyes widened and your whole face turned deep red just like a tomato. “Newt we can’t, remember the children are here”. Newt didn’t listen at all because he was now kissing your neck and it felt unbelievably good that you let out a noise of pleasure while your eyes were closed.

You start patting his arm hoping that he would stop but part of you didn’t want it to stop. “Mmm Newt….mmm Newt stop it… We can’t do it mmm here”. Again Newt was so determined and he was now kissing your breasts… that hit the target. You could feel that your vagina was starting to get wet and was getting ready to welcome Newt’s member.

You abruptly seize Newt’s startled face and you smash your lips against his. Both tongues having a sword fight and moans coming from both of your mouths. Finally after a minute the kiss ended and both of you were gasping for air. Newt stares into your eyes, those sweet dazzling eyes and he couldn’t look anywhere else. “y/n you are a witch because you have enchanted me, I can’t look at any other woman but you”. His hands were rubbing your hips up and down motion.

Those words made an arrow go through your heart, making it skip a beat. You too staring intensely into his green emarald crystal like eyes.“Newt I love you… and I want you to fuck me as hard as you can”.

The next thing you know, Newt rapidly took you to the lavatory/bathroom and took out his wand from his wand pocket in his pajamas, to cast the locking charm and the Muffliato charm. “Colloportus…. Muffliato”.

The door automatically locked by itself and straightaway Newt was unbuttoning your nightgown and helped you strip off,even your undergarments. He had also removed all of his clothes and both of you were nude. Newt instantly was slurping on your nipples, feeling his tongue twirling around them.

“Oh that feels nice” you said with your eyes closed but you wanted to surprise him. You then lifted his face and Newt was confused on what you were doing. You then kneel to the ground and grab his big erected member and you place it inside your mouth. You start to suck it, in and out. Newt was flabbergasted, because you have never acted this naughty and he let out a whimper of pleasure. “Mmm fuck….”. You started going deeper, and sucking it harder that it almost made you choke. Newt arched his head back and was moaning louder now. “ Merlin’s beard fuck! Ah!”. He grasped your head and was thrusting inside your mouth faster by the second. He was moaning uncontrollably more than ever, “AH! FUCK! ahhhh……I’m close!”. The thrusting became faster and was about to make you choke until he finally came. “AHHH! I’m gonna cum!!! FUCK!!…..”

He let out a groan and all the semen spurted into your mouth and it tasted salty. You swallowed it and Newt felt embarrassed about what he had done. He kneeled down next to you and cupped your face “Love i’m so sorry I couldn’t control myself”. You just smile and cup his face as well “Newt I wanted to, you are always the one making me feel good and this time I wanted to be the one to make you feel good, you deserve it”.

Newt felt butterflies in his stomach, thinking that he totally didn’t deserve you while you thought that you didn’t deserve him. He smiled and initiated a kiss, your tongues fighting more than ever. His member was erected again, then you were startled when you felt Newt’s fingers rubbing on your clit and a muffled moan escaped out of your mouth.

Newt separates from the kiss and once again, those hungry eyes appear but this time they seemed different, more hungry. “I’m not done yet, I want to pound into that pussy of yours until you can’t walk

anymore”

side note: after childbirth it’s not recommended to have sex until months later because the vagina tore during the birth. So Newt gave you a potion to heal it up immediately

Newt then grabs your body and turns you around. The front of your body and face were facing against the wall. You grabbed hold of the wall because you knew what was coming next was going to be a rollercoaster. Newt grabbed his member and was positioning it, and he slid into you with a lot of force. Both of you let out a moan of pleasure and Newt grabs hold of your breasts, massaging them. He nuzzles his nose on your neck and then starts moving. The pace was slow at first but little by little Newt started thrusting faster and Your skin smacking each other.

You were moaning uncontrollably but you wanted more of his dick. “Fuck! I want you to fuck me harder! Ah!!”

Newt didn’t hesitate to oblige. You weren’t the only one moaning uncontrollably, Newt couldn’t get a hold of himself. Your pussy felt so damn good, “AH! I love you Y/N! Fuck you feel so damn good!”. Newt was panting hard on your neck and was kissing it. Then Newt went inside deeper and he was hitting your G-spot. You let out a yelp of pleasure “OH MY GOSH! THAT’S IT!”

Newt thrusted aggressively and both of you were so close to cumming. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you arched your head. All this felt like heaven and finally your walls were closing up. You were cumming and let out one final moan “MMM!!!!” Newt cummed right after you “FUCK!!!! AHHhhh’”

Newt panted hard on your neck and both of you were catching your breath. Both of you really needed this, to feel each other’s love for one another, and become one. Newt wrapped his arms around your waist from the back and he was nuzzling your cheek.

“y/n I swear with all my heart, my soul even, that I love you. I would die for you my love. It hurts me that you don’t believe me”.

You began to remember the dream that you had forgotten almost an hour ago. Just thinking about it made it hard to breathe because part of you believed that it was true. That you are a cowardly, useless and ugly muggle woman. That you can’t even protect Newt, that he is the one risking for you and you are being a big burden just because you were born a muggle.

There was a knot in your throat because you were almost close to shedding tears but you sucked it up and took a deep breath.

“Does part of you wish that I was born a witch?”

You felt Newt’s hands clutch harder around your waist and turned you around. Staring intensely in your eyes with a frown on his face.

“I love you!, muggle or not, merlin’s beard! can’t you understand that!”

Newt had raised his voice and that shocked you because he has never raised his voice like that to you ever and it hit a trigger. You were now weeping and your hands were over your face.

“I’m sorry I just h-hate feeling useless to you, feeling like a burden to you. Like everything is my fault”.

Newt removed your hands from your face and cupped it but you didn’t dare look at him.

“Love please don’t cry, I hate seeing you cry. You aren’t a burden. You are one of the bravest and strongest women I know. Even witches aren't as amazing as you”.

You finally look at him and see his beautiful light green crystal eyes. “Even if I'm plumpy, I have big eye bags, frizzy hair, and not a perfect face, because let me remind you. Tina has a skinny beauty standard figure, beautiful eyes, a nice jawline, silky hair, and more I bet.”

Newt just smiled with devilish eyes and placed his hands on your hips. rubbing up and down,Hips to thighs.

“If i’m being honest I like you plumpy more than how you were before. Your body never fails to turn me on and no matter how your hair and face looks to me I just see beauty. But listen, love, looks aren’t everything, because I also fell in love with your personality, I fell in love with who you are. When I was with Tina I didn’t know what real love felt like until I met you, I will say it once again. You muggle woman, have enchanted me”.

Your heart was beating rapidly with so much force, and feeling the heat rise onto your cheeks. You were speechless and all your worries had gone away. You had no more doubts or worries. You smiled and now it was your turn to cup his face.

“I'm sorry for doubting, I love you Newt”.

Newt grins and kisses your forehead

“Let’s go wash up and rest”

You and Newt were now in bed sleeping peacefully. Newt big spooning you and both of your breathing following a soothing rhythm. Until abruptly you felt a furry hand touch your face which startled you, opening your eyes rapidly and almost screamed in panic. But then you calmed down when you saw that it was a cat. You didn’t think much of it and were about to go back to sleep until you jerk up leaving Newt’s arms but he was so deep asleep. You jerked up because you started thinking clearly and asking yourself how a cat got in here.

The cat was just staring and you asked “kitty how did you get in here?” obviously not expecting an answer back but the cat answered back

“By the window”. Your eyes widened and you became paralyzed with fear.

“You didn’t just talk to me…”

The cat was getting impatient and furrowed its eyes. “Yes I did, I’m-“

“Oh my goodness am I going crazy, that must be it”.

You literally couldn’t believe that a cat was talking and started slapping your face in hope that it was all a dream. Until the cat screamed “Idiot! It’s me Tina!, I’m in animagus form!”.

Tina then covered her mouth with both paws because she didn’t intend to wake up Newt or the children but luckily they didn’t. They were in deep sleep and especially Newt because the love making took a toll on him. Once again your eyes widened in shock not expecting Tina to be here and especially being a cat.

“Tina!?”

Tina hushed you “shhh don’t talk so loud, meet me outside I need to talk to you”. Then Tina ran out of the window that you hadn’t noticed that was opened before. After Tina left you instantly went to close the window.

You went into deep thinking, wondering what Tina wanted to talk about. Your gut felt weird and your stomach started to turn. You had a bad feeling about this because why would Tina want to speak with you at these hours of the night. This wasn’t good at all and you were scared but you had to know what Tina wanted. So you swiftly put on a warm coat and slippers and went outside. Of course to go outside you had to go through the living room where Theasus was sleeping so you tippytoed. You opened the door to reveal the outside where Tina was waiting. She was now in normal human form. You quietly close the door behind you and face Tina.

“Um Hello Tina what brings you here?” you said agitated

Tina didn’t look pleased “ let’s cut to the chase, i’m here because I want you to turn yourself in”.

To be continued…

#eddie redmayne #newt scamander #wizarding world #fantastic beats and where to find them #harry potter #newt x reader #newt scamander x reader #newt smut

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[PART ONE] the room where it happens (b!g animatic): artist’s commentary

spoiler warning for eden, other than that, who wants to hear some lore?!?!

description/disclaimer:

better!glee is my (kind of) glee fanfiction in which my favs are essentially my ocs (i do not claim to own the characters). there’s a difference between the “glee club members” and the “better!glee characters” because some of the main characters in the better!glee story are just side characters i like in the real show who aren’t in the new directions (ex: kurt is in the NDs as well as a main character in b!g, rachel is in the NDs but is NOT a main character in b!g, maud is NOT in the NDs but is a main character in b!g; it’s confusing but i’ll try to elaborate as we go on).

each character has their own color, but it has no secret meaning, it’s just to separate them/tell them apart. i was planning, but it was honestly too much effort, to draw all of the new directions, so i only drew the ones who are main characters in better!glee.

the story takes place during the canonical 3rd season of glee, but it does not necessarily follow the canon plot of that season/the rest of the show. some of my b!g characters may act “out of character” compared to canon, but this isn’t necessarily meant to follow canon. in this animatic, there isn’t really a “good side” or “bad side”, both think their doing the right thing but also have their own flaws; this isn’t meant to villainize any character.

i do not necessarily plan to ever post the fanfiction publicly because it’s genuinely mediocre and frankly not even a glee fanfiction at this point. i don’t mean to gatekeep it or anything, this is genuinely just for my irl friends, not for anyone else. despite the name, better!glee is not meant to “fix” the show nor make it “better”, it’s just for silly funzies.

backstory, and basically the first minute of the animatic:

the last major plotline of better!glee mainly follows maud, the violin girl from s1, and her effort to join the glee club. she was unable to and discouraged to join for the past 2 years by her brother and her peers (there’s more to that but it’s too much to explain), but after becoming friends with some of the new directions members, she’s motivated to join and help them win nationals.

kurt encourages her to join. he didn’t get any letter from nyada yet, and he is determined to win nationals to add on to his transcript just in case. maud films her journey/the glee club’s plans for nationals for an av club project, and kurt encourages her to so he can maybe even use it to help him get into nyada.

kurt takes charge to help the glee club win nationals. however, kurt, the b!g characters, and the rest of the glee club have a bit of beef at the moment due to previous events (there’s more to that but it’s too much to explain), so tensions are high, and friendships are strained. his closest friends, mercedes and tina, try to negotiate with him, especially in such a busy time frame.

for context:

maud sings aaron burr’s part

kurt sings alexander hamilton’s part

tina sings thomas jefferson’s part

mercedes sings james madison’s part

rest of animatic, feel free to follow along :3:

• kurt has control of how nationals plays out, prioritizing winning. mercedes and tina hold a photo of the better!glee friend group, prioritizing their friends, at least in the beginning.

• the trophies are colored in the character’s color, representing how each one of them helped win that competition, like tina got to have a solo at sectionals/got to chose the set list (there’s more to that but it’s too much to explain). nationals has not happened yet so there’s no trophy.

• despite having beef with half of his friends (there’s more to that but it’s too much to explain), kurt begs mr. schue to help, at least temporarily, reunite the new directions for nationals.

• “the pieces that are sacrificed in every game of chess” plays while they point to maud. this is showing how the b!g characters in the new directions are slowly but surely abandoning the non-glee club b!g friends in favor of nationals (i hope that made sense).

• i genuinely don’t know how to properly explain this part because i’m not really sure how i want the plot to be (for context, i’ve only written 16 chapters but i plan for there to be over 80, with this animatic being one of the last plots), but i suppose this could be interpreted as either if mercedes and tina brought up the importance of friendship to kurt, they could all reconcile properly OR maybe mercedes and tina saying that their friend group will be fine if they temporarily work on nationals rather than focusing on fixing relationships? i’m not sure.

• just maud wanting to be in “the room where it happens” aka the choir room.

• there’s a message on the bulletin board saying that the glee club will continue to focus on nationals by themselves and do not require extra members. maud gets mad at kurt for getting her excited for nothing even though he had most of the control of how things would play out and had promised her he’d help her get in.

• maud realizes that kurt was never going to let her join and only hyped her up so she could record the success of the new directions to further his chances of getting into nyada, using her for his own gain.

• kurt saying that the better!glee friend group is insignificant compared to nationals, at least in his eyes. from his point of view, winning nationals is his chance to change the course of his future, and attempting to mend relationships is just an obstacle to that goal.

• this is just my favorite frame lol

[click here for part two]

#blank’s art commentary #porcelainposting

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crappymixtape · 2 years ago

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this is how it ends begins

everything between you and tommy comes to a head after you discover what he’s been doing behind your back, will steve be there to catch you? or will he just make it worse? | ( 2.4k, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

T H I S I S H O W I T E N D S B E G I N S 🎶 loveless, PVRIS

You gave me such a bad time, tried to hurt me, but now I know. Thorn in my side, you know that's all you ever were, a bundle of lies, you know that's all that it was worth. I should have known better, but I trusted you at first, I should have known better, but I got what I deserved!

The Eurythmics were playing so loud on your stereo that the bobby pins on your dresser bounced along with the chorus as Annie screamed from your speakers. You normally would’ve been singing along, but you were too angry.

Rummaging through a box you’d pulled down from the shelf in your closet you dug around looking for anything that reminded you of him. You wanted it gone. Erased. Fingers catching on the edge of a polaroid you yanked it out of the box.

You, Carol, Steve, and him. Tommy.

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you ripped it in half, throwing it into the trashcan at your feet. It fell in to join tattered pieces of Snow Ball tickets, movie stubs, more polaroids, and stupid notes scribbled to you.

Cramming the box back onto the shelf, you turned to snatch the photo that was tucked between your mirror and the frame. It was from last summer, you and Steve and Tommy at the quarry. But you stopped at your reflection. You were a sight. Hair a mess, eyes bleary, cheeks wet with tears, lips tugged down as you swallowed back the urge to let loose the cries clawing up your throat.

You’d wanted to break up with him months ago, but it felt easier to just stay. You couldn’t feel the ache in your heart as much when there was another hand there to hold onto. Was easier to ignore the vice that squeezed around your chest whenever you saw him.

Him.

Steve.

Steve and his stupid laugh, his stupid honey colored eyes, stupid pretty lashes as they swept across his cheeks every time he looked up at you. Stupid. But you couldn’t. Or maybe wouldn’t. And he wouldn’t either and so you were stuck in this horrible game of ‘just friends’ and god it hurt.

But then Tommy dragged you to a party last night.

He made sure to parade you around the house, arm tight around your shoulder, showing everyone you were his, and then hurried off to ‘defend his keg stand title’. So you let him go. You hated all that shit anyway and with all the beer you drank to tolerate everything, you had to pee.

The bathroom door was open just a sliver and you lifted a hand to knock, but then you heard it. Noises. Noises that weren’t supposed to be heard, intimate noises. Soft uh, uh, uhs. And then a voice you knew all too well. You like that? Shh, quiet baby. Someone’s gonna hear us.

You shoved the door open so hard you heard the handle clank against the towel bar on the wall behind it. Standing there with his jeans around his knees, Tommy was joined at the hip to Tina Rochester as he bent her over the bathroom sink, skirt hiked up around her waist, pretty mouth parted and pupils blown wide.

Words failed you, so you just didn’t.

“Baby. Baby. Wait! It’s not what it looks like!”

You didn’t have a car and no one gave a shit when you pushed and shoved and stumbled your way through the house and out the door. When your chucks hit the sidewalk you broke into a run and you ran. Ran and ran and ran until you were standing on your front porch, hot tears cutting down your cheeks.

He tried calling, but you let it ring and ring. It shouldn’t have hurt like this. You didn’t love him, but it was another reminder of how badly your heart was aching under all the poor disguises. The lies you told yourself to hide the hurt. The feelings you kept hidden away for fear of what would happen if he knew. If Steve knew.

Tap. Tap tap.

The sound at your window brought you back and as you blinked your room slowly swam into focus.

Tap tap.

Walking over to your window you shoved it open and looked down. Your stomach dropped, cheeks burning with heat from your chest as you shouted, “I don’t want to talk!”

“Please, baby, give me a chance to explain!” Tommy pleaded with you, tossing away the rocks he’d been holding, the look on his face pathetic as he slapped his hands together in mock-prayer.

“What is there to explain? You fucking Tina Rochester seems pretty straightforward to me!” You slammed your window shut, but could still hear him yelling outside. You should’ve left it alone, should’ve ignored him, but something inside you snapped and that was it.

Flinging the front door open you stalked through the grass, feet bare in the summer heat, and came around the side yard to see Tommy’s face light up. Oh, poor boy. He thought you were here to smooth things over, but he was so wrong. “Fuck. Off,” your hands came up to meet his chest and you shoved, hard enough that he had to take a couple of steps back.

“I said I was sorry!” he protested, throwing his hands up.

“Sorry doesn’t fix it! What don’t you get about that?” your hair was wild around your face, eyes flickering with a muddled mixture of anger and hurt.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

Dread filled you as you squeezed your eyes shut. Of course he heard. His bedroom window was right across from yours and of course he heard. Your back was to Steve and you could feel your throat tighten as he ran up on you both, head flooded with everything that had happened last night. With what might have been had Steve been there.

“None of your business, Harrington,” Tommy snarked.

“Uh, yeah, when you’re arguing in my yard it kinda makes it my business,” Steve walked right by and cut the distance between you and Tommy.

It was silent then. Tommy wouldn’t give himself up and he knew how you felt about Steve. He knew the looks you gave him, the kind he’d never get, the way you both danced around each other. For so damn long. And so he kept his mouth shut and locked eyes with you, daring you to speak.

“Really?” Steve said, slicing the silence in half and finally, finally he turned to look at you.

You could feel the tears welling up against your lashes, felt the first few as they spilled over and trickled down your cheeks, but you didn’t care anymore. It didn’t matter. Let them see it.

“Tommy’s got a thing for Tina apparently,” you said, voice thick with the tears that kept coming, but your tone was even-keeled. “Fucked her in the bathroom at Bobby’s party last night. Sounded like you were having a great time.” You pointed the last comment at Tommy as his cheeks flushed deep red.

“Shut up,” Tommy took a step toward you, but Steve didn’t need to hear anymore.

“I think you need to leave, Tommy,” Steve stepped in toward Tommy.

“And I think you’re not part of this conversation, Steve.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re in my yard. And I want you to leave.”

They leveled each other, weighed their options. Tommy wanting to punch Steve’s face inside out, Steve’s hands curled into fists at his side as his chest heaved, trying to stay calm.

“Fine. You know what? Fine. Screw you, Harrington,” Tommy spat at Steve as he moved to go. He knew he had bad odds and as he walked by you he stopped, “Tina was great by the way.” When he looked at you maybe part of you felt bad for playing this game of charades, but he’d gone along with it and in the end you both had made your choice.

He didn’t bother to look back as he hopped into his pickup, tires squealing as he sped off down the street.

Turning quickly away from Steve you started back toward your house, feet carrying you as fast as they could without running, and you could hear him behind you trying to catch up.

“Hey. Wait! C’mon, are you okay? Wait!”

You almost got the door closed, but his stupid shoe caught the gap before it latched and you squeezed your eyes shut. You could feel the rush of adrenaline that had been gripping you tightly begin to lose its hold and you let up.

Gently pushing the door, Steve tried to give himself a little more room to talk, but stayed where he was, “Can I come in? Please.” His tone was soft, sorry, apologetic, and you felt the vice around your heart squeeze again.

“Steve,” when you said his name it hurt, you voice no louder than a whisper, but you didn’t move away from the door.

“If you don’t want to talk, I’ll go away, but you gotta tell me you’re gonna be okay,” pushing his forehead against the doorframe he looked through the gap at you with those big brown eyes.

A sigh pushed itself out of your heavy lungs and without saying anything you moved aside, but didn’t open the door for him and instead went to curl up on the couch, knees tucked to your chest.

He opened the door slowly waiting for any kind of protest from you, not wanting to push things, but when he saw you folded into yourself on the couch it was his turn to feel the vice squeeze around his heart.

Taking the few steps into the living room, he knelt down in front of you fighting against the urge to wrap his arms around you as he crammed his hands into his lap, “I’m…I’m sorry.”

Sorry. Such a funny word. The dictionary might say, sympathy for someone else’s misfortune, but as the someone else in this case it didn’t feel good to hear it.

Lifting your head from your knees you finally looked at Steve. Tears were still spilling down your cheeks and you shook your head as you huffed a laugh. “For what? You didn’t do anything,” your words despite their simplicity cut into Steve and his expression pained.

He couldn’t do it anymore and his hands quickly pressed into your shins. “I know. I wasn’t there. I haven’t been there. I–” you watched him struggle with his words, but he didn’t pull his eyes from you. “–I should’ve been there. I’m sorry.”

The tightness in your chest loosened a bit and you slipped your feet to the floor between Steve’s knees. You were at a loss, maybe because you hadn’t expected him to say the things he had, so instead you just looked at him. Kneeling there in front of you. Eyes all honey and flecks of gold. Brows knitted together. New freckles gifted from the summer sun chasing down along his jaw. Damn he was pretty.

Tentatively he lifted a hand to your cheek and when you didn’t shy away his thumb softly swept the tears away. “I’m not good with words and–and I know I’m an idiot,” he started, shaking his head at himself, but he kept going, “But I like you. I really like you and I was afraid I’d fuck it all up. You know? Fuck this up.” His hand motioned softly between you before he settled them both on the outsides of your thighs. “Probably a little late for that I guess,” he gave a half laugh and bit the inside of his cheek, waiting for you say something. Anything.

I really like you.

You wished you could dive into that sentence and swim weightlessly in his words, ignore everything else and maybe you would have, but how could you know this would be different? What if he left again? What if there was someone else? What if…

“Still with me?” his voice pulled you out of your head and when your eyes focused you realized just how close he was, how it felt like he was looking right into you. Seeing all of the little broken pieces as they floated among everything else you were struggling to wade through. The citrusy scent of his shampoo, spearmint gum, fresh laundry and cedar. It made you feel all hazy and you couldn’t think straight, so you closed your eyes for a minute, trying to focus.

The silence stretched for what felt like forever, but when you opened your eyes again you took Steve’s hands in yours and tugged at him, “Just sit with me?”

Steve would have done anything for you and now was no different as he let you pull him up onto the couch. There was no hesitation as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close, frames fitting as if they were meant to be like that.

You buried your head into his chest and closed your eyes again, his fingers smoothing over your hair. His heart thud, thud, thudded in your ear and neither of you said anything for a long while. Steve would have sat with you like that forever, holding you close, and when you sat up from his chest he felt your absence keenly.

“I really like you too,” your voice was scratchy from crying, your hand moving to settle on the line of his jaw. The smile he gave you then was small, but the way his eyes crinkled at the edges told you he was more than happy with it. Relief. A little hesitation. A tiny ember crackling in his chest. “But–”

His smile fell at the last word you said and you pushed forward to reassure him.

“But promise me–”

“Anything.”

You knew he meant it.

“Promise me you won’t leave again. Don’t leave me.”

Your eyes searched his, looking for some kind of certainty that he’d always be there, but then he told you for himself. Taking your hand in his he turned it over and pressed a soft kiss to your palm before settling it down on chest over his heart. “I promise,” he whispered.

And my god, you believed him.

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