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Twelve Days: Part 2^**
In days 5-8 Y/N confronts her sister about her behavior. The tension between Harry and Y/N starts to grow as they continue spending more time together after hours until it's just impossible not to address it. READ PART 1 HERE
Warnings:Â infidelity, break ups, mentions of depression and anxiety and their symptoms, mentions and use of alcohol and drugs, breast/ nipple play, dry humping
WC: 7.1K
Day Five:
When you woke up the following morning you were alone in the bed which definitely was for the best because you felt really guilty for the night before. Yeah, you hadnât actually gone through with anything terrible, but you two had crossed a boundary that shouldnât have been crossed. Maybe it was because you were both a little heartbroken over the things that you were going through personally, but ultimately, that didnât really justify anything.Â
Despite the very successful night of sleep youâd had, you felt a little unwell. Your stomach felt funky and your thoughts were going a hundred miles a minute. You didnât want to get out of bed today even though you knew that a walk around the neighborhood would help you feel a little less gross, both physically and mentally. It seemed like a great day to just be lowkey and rot and then your door creaked open and you sat up to see your mom peering in.
âSorry, I thought youâd still be asleep. Was just seeing if your sister had stayed with you or something.â She explained with a worried expression on her face.
âNo. I was alone. All night.â You added with a nervous lump in your throat.
âHmmmâŠdid she say anything to you last night?â
âNo. But she was out with Claudia, sheâs not here?â
âShe is, but she said they came back together.â
âMaybe she went out for a walk or a run. I saw her the other day when I went out.â You explained and she nodded and left.
The logical thing to assume was that she had spent the night with that guy she was sleeping with. Doing this on a family trip was a new low. Suddenly, you didnât feel so bad for having the hots for Harry because she was out with another guy! That alone was enough to motivate you to get out of bed and you called your sister while you paced around your room back and forth waiting former to pick up.Â
âHello?â She hummed happily and you sighed.
âWhere are you? Everyoneâs freaking out!â You whisper shouted, trying not to sound too angry with her because you technically werenât supposed to know what was actually going on.
âI went to have breakfast with a friend! I left a note by the door!â She said and you sighed, âIâll be back in like an hour tops.â
âWhy didnât you text Harry back then?â
âI didnât want to text him and wake him. You guys did a lot yesterday and he was pretty tired. I got back late and slept in Claudiaâs room.â She fibbed and you hummed.
âWell justâŠhurry back.â
âYeah. Bye!â She said and hung up quickly.Â
You got your slippers on and headed out to the kitchen where your mom was making coffee for everyone.
âShe answered my call. Sheâs out at breakfast with a friend whoâs also here, I guess.â You said and just like that, the crease between your motherâs brows was ironed out.Â
âOh, thank god.â
âShe said she left a note by the door.â You said and your aunt hurried over and was soon back in sight with a piece of paper.
âI may have missed it in my panic!â Claudia chuckled and your dad rolled his eyes.
âWell, what do you guys want to eat?â Your mom asked.
âI donât care, I just want some mimosas.â Harry said and headed to the fridge to get the champagne.
âExcellent idea!â Your dad exclaimed happily and you smiled and started heading back to your bedroom.
âHey, where are you off to?â Harry asked.
âJust gonna wash up and get dressed.â You informed and he smiled and got back to his task.Â
Despite her promise to return in an hour or so, your sister was not back until nearly two in the afternoon. Your parents were inside watching a movie with your aunt and you and Harry were pretending to play tennis. Pretending because you had no idea what you were doing, you were just winded from all the back and forth. It wasnât as easy as it seemed. You and Harry were laughing about you accidentally hitting the ball over the fence when your sister came out to the back and towards the pool house. Suddenly the laughter died down and Harry headed towards you.
âI should go talk to her.â He said and you bit your lip for a second.
âUmmmâŠlet me.â You said, âI can get her to tell me the truth and then talk a little sense into her.â
âYou shouldnât have toâŠâ
âI know. But this is super fucked up and everyoneâs all confused and sheâs just going to yell at you, so let me try.â
âAlright.â He agreed and you nodded once before heading towards the pool house.
You did feel extremely nervous as you reached for the door handle but you had to talk some sense into her. It seemed that she was just over pretending to be happy and didnât care how it all came out. However, you knew that your sister actually really cared for how she was outwardly perceived, so this was extremely out of character for her. As soon as she heard the front door open she sighed.
âSpare me the argument, Harry. Heâs gone.â She called out as you rounded the corner.
âWhoâs gone?â You asked and she quickly turned around from walking over to the bathroom.
âNo one. Just a friend Harryâs jealous of.â She mumbled with a shake of her head.
âMmmâŠsome friend that must be because Harryâs not the jealous type.â You said as you sat on the corner of the bed. Showing her that you had no intention of leaving any time soon.
âAnd how would you know that?â
âBecause Iâve known the guy for almost 10 years, Julie! It takes a lot to upset him. Him not being the jealous type was one of the things you really liked about him when you were dating. You told me about it many times.â You reminded her. âYouâve got everyone thrown for a loop with how youâve been acting.â
âOh my godâŠdonât make this a thing.â
âIâm not! This is very much a thing already. What is going on, huh?â You pressed and she sighed.
âNothing, Y/N! Just mind your business.â
âWhatâs really going on?â You pressed and she groaned.
âYou wouldnât even understand so just stay out of it, Y/N!â she raised her voice.
âTry me.â You said simply and her anger seemed to dissipate and she just stood there for a second, genuinely giving it some thought. And then her eyes started welling up.
âI canât.â She said and you frowned.
âWhy not?â You questioned.
âBecause youâre going to think so badly of me.â She said and you frowned.
âJules, Iâd never judge you.â You said sincerely and she sighed. âLook ummmâŠHarry, h-he told me about you.â You said carefully and her jaw dropped as her tears started to fall. She quickly sat beside you and started sobbing, so you pulled her into your side. It was strange for you but you wanted her to know that this mistake she had made wasnât enough to make you not love her. Despite your slightly complicated relationship, she was important to you and you wanted nothing more than the best for her. âItâs okayâŠâ you assured her.Â
After she calmed down some, you grabbed her Stanley for her and let her drink a bit as you grabbed some toilet paper so that she could blow her nose. She let out a long exhale and then let herself fall back onto the mattress.
âIâm a major demisexual and Iâm in love with someone else and yes, Iâve beenâŠhaving an affair with him.â She confessed.
âFor how long?â You asked.
âThereâs been three separate times.â She explained, âThe first time Harry and I had been dating a few months and ummmâŠit happened at a work party and it went on for about a month. It ended because Harry caught us a friendâs wedding and he dumped me for a few days for it. Then again, right after Harry and I got engaged.â You frowned as you heard this, âAnd that one lasted like four months.â She explained and your jaw slightly dropped upon hearing this. âI knowâŠand it justâŠit fucked me up! I started to doubt and was sort of on the fence until we were like three months away from the wedding! I just, I was trying to find the courage to end it with Harry.â she cried and you nodded as you listened, âAnd then it was the month before the wedding and I missed my period.â Julie explained and you nodded. âBy that point Joey and I hadnât seen each other for three months! Because he had given me an ultimatum and thatâs what made me decide to leave Harry. But yeah, then that happened and I justâŠfelt like it was a sign to stay.â She shrugged.
âSoâŠwhat happened with that?â You asked carefully.
âNothing. I mean, I was just late. Probably stress from the wedding and the decision I was making with HarryâŠand I think I had started on birth control a few weeks prior, so yeah, it was just a late. But I still took that as a sign, you know and I stayed with Harry. I didnât talk to Joey all this time until last year. I decided that maybe being friends on social media would be alright after all those years. Like we were such good friends and I did miss that. But obviously, that was a slippery slope and here we are⊠and I mean, Iâve loved him all this time. But Iâve also loved Harry enough to stay. But then when Joey and I started talking again that love for Harry was gone.â She said sadly. She brought her hands up to her face and groaned into them. âIâm such a horrible human being! Iâm a piece of shit!âÂ
âYouâre not, Jules. You did a horrible and shitty thing, but youâre not that.â You assured her. âIf you donât love Harry anymore then why donât you just get divorced?â You asked.
âThis is what I hate myself for most!â She cried. âI just know thatâŠleaving Harry is not the best option for me. Joey is flighty and kind of a fuck boy! But he still cares about me. So then I think if I show him that I am that committed to him he wonât be so afraid of trying with me for real.â She explained and you wanted to laugh. That was maybe the most delusional thing you had ever heard in your life. You felt so bad for her.
âI know how fucking delusional that makes me sound! Trust me, I know! Thatâs why I havenât left Harry. Because logic is completely out the window right now! And I mean, m-maybe with time Iâll fall for Harry again? I mean, I did once beforeâŠâ she explained as the tears streamed down her face.
âIâm sorry.â You said lowly.Â
âDonât beâŠI did this to myself.â She sniffled. âAnd now Iâm dragging one of the best persons in the world down with me.â She whimpered before she started to cry again. âI know Iâm being selfish but Iâm so scared!â She broke down again and you pouted.Â
âI know how scary it is to be alone, but youâre going to punish Harry for it and I donât need to tell you how unfair that is. You get both things and he gets nothing? I mean, you both deserve the chance to be with people that make you happy.â You reasoned.
âYeahâŠI know.â She whimpered before letting out another sob.
She continued crying for several more minutes before she had calmed down. You were gently rubbing her back as she was turned away from you. You could sense her shame, is was so great that it was suffocating the both of you.Â
âLook, I think you need to have a nice relaxing shower. Wash the day away, yeah? And I can make you a really great cocktail and then we can watch a Mean Girls.â You suggested and she rolled over and gave you a confused look.
âThatâs not a Christmas movie!â She exclaimed. Your family also had a rule that during the Christmas season you could only watch Christmas movies with another member of the family.
âNot entirely but it does contain one the most iconic Christmas scenes in cinematic history and that alone makes it Christmas-y enough!â You defended and she smirked.
âYour right. Love that movie.â She hummed and you smiled.
âI know.â You responded.
âWell, it sounds like a plan.â She said with a smile.
âAlright.â You confirmed.Â
âOn your way out can you send Harry in? I should apologize.â She decided and you nodded and got up to go.Â
Harry was sitting on one of the pool chairs when you emerged from the pool house and he instantly sat up and glanced around to see you approaching. He looked a little nervous and you offered a small smile to reassure him some.
âShe told me the truth.â You said and his looked surprised, âI know. And ummm, she asked if youâd give her a few, she wants to apologize.â You said and his features softened.
âYeah, of course.â He said and immediately sat up.
âGood luck in there.â
âThank you.â He smiled as you went your separate ways. Despite how badly you wanted to eaves drop in hopes for some indication of how the supposed apology was going, when you got to your bedroom you decided to have a shower instead.Â
By the time you were out and making the cocktails, Harry was also arriving at the kitchen from his bedroom, freshly showered.
âCan you add a bit more fâme? Iâm gonna watch the film with you two.â
âOh, sure!â You agreed easily. âSo itâs good with you guys?â
âYeah, weâre good.â He assured and you were pleased with that.
And truly, for the rest of the day everything was great. It honestly felt like the tension that youâd sensed this entire time had evaporated and you hoped that it would stay that way for the remainder of the trip.
Day Six:Â
It had been a really fun day with your family. Youâd decided to go to the outlets, and on the way back stopped at the casino where youâd actually won nearly $1,200, just your luck. And then had an excellent dinner with everyone before you got back to the house. Despite your busy and exciting day, you found yourself staring up at the ceiling. To be fair it was only around 10pm, but youâd had a very long day. And then, the sound of a few quiet knocks on the door made you smile.
âYeah?â You spoke up and Harry peeked into the bedroom with a smile on his face as well.
âCanât sleep?â
âNo.â You mumbled. âCome in.â You said and he hurried in and closed the door quietly.âWanna smoke a bit?â You asked and he nodded.
âYes, please.â He hummed with zeal and you chuckled as you got out of bed. You tended to get hot in bed, so you always wore something more revealing on top and some long bottoms. It was currently cool in the room though and the thin, baby blue tank you were wearing was leaving nothing to the imagination, so it was no surprise that Harry did a double take before quickly looking down at his phone.
âIâm gonna grab a sweater, sâcold out. Can you grab the weed? Thereâs a little black bag from the dispensary in the bedside drawer.â You instructed and he nodded. You hurried into your closet and grabbed the first one you saw and grabbed your lighter from your purse as you hurried out. And soon you and Harry were positioning the chairs so that the edge of the roof didnât obstruct the view of the starry sky.Â
âJust pick what you want.â You said and he started looking through the bag and pulled out a more indica heavy blend. âOoh, good choice. But weâll definitely need snacks. And water.â You said and he grinned.Â
You made a quick trip to the kitchen and grabbed some cereal and milk because you figured that it would satiate the munchies and also hydrate you to counteract the cottonmouth. And with that settled you were finally passing the joint back and forth and staring up at the sky. You had been talking about TV shows and things youâd read, music you were into at the moment, it was really nice and comfortable with him. And after a moment of silence Harry turned to you.
âI have to askâŠâ he said and you turned to look at him and nodded, âUmmm, the day when youâŠwalked in on me?â He asked and you nodded nervously, âDid you see everything?â He asked and your groaned and looked away bashfully and he chuckled. âNo point in lying about itâŠâ he said and you turned back, face beet red as you faced him.
âI didnât. I promise!â You insisted.
âOkayâŠâ he hummed, still in slight disbelief.Â
âItâs true!â You pressed once more.
âIâm just teasing you.â He grinned.
âWell stop, itâs making me feel bad all over again!â You chuckled and he chuckled along with you.
âDonât feel bad. I understand the curiosity just gets you sometimes.â He said and you hummed and shrugged in agreement.Â
âSoâŠwhatâs next for you. I-if you guys end things?â
âI donât knowâŠIâve been approached about a tenure track opening at the university and Iâm trying to decide if itâs worth it.â He said and you nodded in agreement.
âI know I could go back homeâŠwork at my alma materâŠbe closer to my familyâŠâ
âBut?â
âIn a way, going back would feel like defeat. Like I just wasted all of this time.â He said and you felt sad for him as he confessed this.
âWell, you got offered a tenure track position! Clearly you havenât been wasting your time.â You encouraged him and he smiled.
âThatâs trueâŠâ
âBut I mean, if you decide to go back then at least youâll be closer to your family.â You said with a smile.
âWell, my family is kind of a mess soâŠthings are better with us when we have some distance between us.â He explained.
âOh, I didnât know that. Sorry.â You said.
âItâs alright.â He assured you. âLetâs talk about you⊠I know youâre a caring person but youâre just deflecting at this point.â he said and you smiled a bit and shrugged.
âItâs justâŠwhen I think about it I still get really sad.â You explained, with a sad smile on your face and his gaze softened.
âI saw the depression meds in the drawer. You know, you really shouldnât smoke while you take them. You could get serotonin syndrome.â He said with concern.
âOh, I havenât started them. I was supposed to a few weeks ago And well, I had brought them to start on Sunday but I forgot.â You explained.
âWhy havenât you started them?â
âI donât knowâŠnot any good enough reasons though.â You shrugged.
âLike?â He pressed and you sighed and just straightened out and looked at the beautifully starry sky. You hadnât seen that many stars in a long time.
âMy prideâŠâ you chuckled dry and he sputtered out a laugh as he tried to keep quiet.
âOkayâŠin what way?â
âJust in the most obvious wayâŠlike this person affected me so much that it broke my mind and unbalanced by brain!â You whisper shouted and then sat up straight and brought the joint to your mouth and took a small hit before blowing out the smoke. âHow could I let someone hold so much power over me?!â You chuckled in disbelief as your eyes welled up with tears and handed over the joint.
âThis is not your fault. You loved and trusted, thatâs not wrong.â He reassured you and you sighed. You watching him take a hit and then sighed.
âYouâre right. But I still feel weak for it, you know? So ummmâŠyeah, not taking those meds yet and still surviving and finding joy every now and again, it makes me feel a little bit better.â You confessed.
âAnd you feel alright?â
âYeah and getting better, too. Slowly but surely.â
âOkay. Promise youâll take them when you start to plateau.â He requested as he handed back the dwindling joint.
âPromise.â You assured before taking the last hit and then smashing it against the ashtray to completely extinguish it. âShould we put something on and eat our cereal?â
âYeah, lets do it.â You smiled.
Before you knew it, the both of you were reclining against the headboard with your cereal bowls and watching SNL highlights.
Day Seven:
Once again, you had woken up alone. You had gone on your walk and when you returned Harry and Julie were already in the kitchen.
âGreat, youâre back! Guess what!?â Harry exclaimed.
âWhat?â You asked as you put your AirPods back into their case.
âSave Ferris has a show at Pappy and Harrietâs tonight!âÂ
âOh, no way?!â You gasped in disbelief and your sister turned to you.
âYou know who that is?â She asked and you nodded.
âI had a ska phase in high school.â You shrugged and she knocked her head back and laughed.
âOh, right! God⊠glad you got through that.â She said and you flipped her off as you started to head to your room to shower. âSo what? Do you want to go?â Julie asked and you stopped and turned towards her and then glanced to Harry who was smiling expectantly.
âUmmmâŠyeah! Iâd like that actually.â You confirmed.
âPerfect! Weâll get the tickets, donât worry about it. Merry Christmas.â She said to you and you smiled, âAnd well, Iâm just going to get drunk because I donât know that the fuck that band is.â She added and you chuckled.
âWell I think youâre going to have fun. And this is like a huge dream come true for me because I never thought Iâd ever get to see them!â You said excitedly and she chuckled, âThank you! I love you.â You said pointedly and then hurried off to shower.
All day the anticipation for this show was building up and building up. By the time you were leaving the house Julie was already tipsy. You were driving since they had paid, it was the least you could do, and you were actually glad you had driven, it was a nice distraction from just wanting to talk to Harry about anything and everything while your sister just laughed at TikTokâs in the backseat. You were also kinda worried that she might make herself car sick, especially as you started going up the winding roads to Pioneer Town.
You guys had intentionally arrived early to take a walk through the historical little western town. You looked through a few shops and then made your way to the saloon next door to the venue and had some tacos while you guys drank and chatted until it was time to make the short walk back to the venue. You guys waited in the merch line for a bit before heading over to the outdoor stage area and finding a spot to stand. Despite this not being a genre that your sister enjoyed, she was having a pretty decent time. And you and Harry had enjoyed the opener and also Save Ferris. You guys were bopping along and singing the songs. Your sister had a few more drinks during the show and by the the time it was all over she was draped around you as you guys headed to your car.Â
âWant me to drive?â Harry asked as he opened the back right door to help you get Julie inside.
âIâm alright.â You assured him. Your sister groaned as she dropped down onto the seat. âJules, seatbelt on please.â You said and she hummed.
âMâgoing, mâgoingâŠâ she slurred. Once she was all strapped in you and Harry got settled in and you were making the drive back. It had only been a few minutes before you heard your sister slightly snoring from the back.
âDid she pass out?â You asked Harry and he glanced back and smiled.
âYeah, sheâs out.â He confirmed and you chuckled.
âThanks for mentioning this show. It was super fun.â You smiled at Harry quickly before turning back to the road.
âIâm glad you had fun. You deserve it!â Harry explained with a smile, âAlso, are you generally this great to go to shows with?â He asked and you giggled.
âI donât knowâŠI guess?â
âItâs just so nice to be present isn't it?â He asked and you nodded.
âDefinitely. I get what you mean.â You agreed, âBut specially here. Itâs such an intimate venue. We couldnât havenât seen Save Ferris in a better place.â You gushed and he nodded with a wide smile.Â
The rest of the way you guys were exchanging brief but charged glances. Even if you were just talking about the show and music, the air between you two was once again tense and you finally got a break from it when you arrived. You were giggling as you tried to get Julie inside as quietly as possible on your own since Harry had to pee. While you struggled with the task at hand, you had eventually made it to the pool house. She trudged in and just dropped herself on the bed and you chuckled before letting her be. When you returned to the main house Harry was in the kitchen, grabbing himself a glass of water.
âWant one?â He asked and you nodded.
âPlease.â You confirmed and he handed the glass over to you before grabbing another for himself. You quickly drank it down and washed it before setting it back on the drying rack and then asking for his glass and washing his as well.
âThanks.â
âOf course.â You hummed.
Moments later you were both walking down the dark hallway to get to your bedrooms. When you reached his door you stopped and he turned towards you.
âI also wanted to say that you look very pretty tonight.â He said softly and you smiled.
âWell thank you.â You responded bashfully.
âOf course.â He smiled nervously. You both looked at each other for a moment, the tension from before was rising between you again.
âUmmm, wellâŠI should get to bed. Thank you again for finding this. I really did have the best time. I needed it.â You stated with a genuine smile as your gaze met his own. It lingered for a few more seconds before you felt all bashful again and you blinked away quickly. âAnyway, good night!â You chirped softly before he bid you a good night and you hurried into your room.Â
You got changed and got ready for bed, but before you could get into it you felt a funny tug in your tummy. Yes, you had spent a whole afternoon basically with Harry, but having him in your room at night, it helped you sleep, through the whole night. Which as youâd mentioned to him before, was a current struggle of yours. And more than that, you liked the warmth of him beside you. You loved how deep and raspy his voice got as you spoke late into the night. You liked that one of your pillows smelled like him from how much of a habit it had become to have him come see you and you were working up the guts to go ask him. You hurried to your bedroom door and swung it open only to see Harry already a few steps away from your door.Â
âHi.â He smiled as he came closer.
âHi.â You smiled up at him as he stood before you. âWanna come in?âÂ
âYeah.â He smiled and stepped inside.Â
Before long you were propped up on the pillowed side by side, TV on some old reruns. You were barely paying attention because you were using all of your will power to try and not turn to face him. If you did, surely youâd lose all self-control and do something stupid like lean over to kiss him. Already, the warmth coming off of him was enough to make you want to close the small gap between the two of you. But then, from your peripherals you saw him steal a glance quickly. Your heart started to race, you were buzzing from head to toe as you debated whether to glance over as well. Your heart won that battle as you turned towards him and he smiled slightly.
âWhat?â You asked and he shrugged.
âNothing justâŠwe get along too well.â He shrugged and you smiled.
âToo well?â You asked and he hummed. âMaybe our personal situations are influencing a lot of theâŠvibes, you know?â You asked.
âWhy do you say that?â He asked.
âBecause, weâve both been a bit neglected and disappointed by the people we loved. LikeâŠfor lack of better terms I think weâre both a littleâŠthirsty.â You said as you giggled and he smiled.
âThatâs true.â He smiled.
âAnd well, then with like the underlying sadness, sometimes you just arenât thinking all that clearly about things that youâd normally just⊠push aside.â
âLike what?â He pressed and you sighed.
âLike why we suddenly have the hots for each other!â You whisper shouted and he chuckled. âLike Iâm suddenly very aware of you.â You explained.
âI think that was from seeing me half naked.â He said and you groaned in embarrassment as you let yourself fall onto your pillows. âHey, heyâŠâ Harry giggled as he turned onto his side to face you, âIâm teasing you.â He assured as he glanced down at you.
âI know, but still not my finest moment.â You reminded him with a playful roll of your eyes. But then he reached for your face and tucked your hair behind your ear.Â
âI almost kissed you the other day, whichâŠis equally as bad so Iâd say weâre both on thin ice. And well, itâs not like I donât want to now or somethingâŠLike I know that no one would find out about it-â
âWhat If they do somehow?â You asked nervously.
âThey wonât. But if they did, itâs not like I was gonna be around you guys for much longer any way, with the divorce an allâŠâ he said with a small shrug.
âSo youâre going to get divorced?â You asked and he nodded.
âYeah. Gonna get it going when we get back home.â He said and you nodded.Â
Your eye contact with him didnât waiver for another few seconds and before you knew it, you were both leaning in slowly. He exhaled shakily before you finishing closing the gap between your lips. It was just a small and quick touch of your lips together before you both pulled away. Your noses were nearly touching as you just hovered near each other for a few seconds. But from one second to the next, his will power snapped and he was kissing you again gently. Over and over, in quick little pecks, lips smearing together for seconds at a time, both too scared to kiss with a bit more fervor as to not find out just how far it could go. But like he said, no would find outâŠ
âFuck it then.â You whispered as you reached around his neck and he pulled you in closer by the waist. Your kiss deepened quickly, you moaned at the taste of his mouth, feeling his tongue smooth over your lips and for his teeth to nibble at your bottom lip⊠you were reeling. Falling blissfully into a state of non-worry as you sunk into the delicious mattress and were blankets by Harryâs warmth and weight over you. His constant squeeze at your hip was telling you that his body was screaming to do more with his hands, but he was trying not to do too much. You pulled away from the kiss quickly, smiling as he chanted after your lips, âJust wanna tell you that you canâŠâ you trailed off as he smooched over your lips quickly, âY-you can touch me more.âÂ
As soon as you gave him the green light he slid his warm hand down the side of your thigh and to the underside where he hoisted it up around his own hip. Then he smoothed his hand back up your thigh, then up your waist, but from under your shirt. And slowly, he covered more skin until he was sliding his big, warm palm over your breast. You moaned as he gave it a gentle squeeze. The curiosity with which he was feeling you out was reminiscent of a very early sexual experience you had with some guy at a birthday party in the 8th grade, with all that seven minutes in heaven shit.Â
âSo youâre a boobs guyâŠâ you giggled as he swiped his thumb over your hardening nipple.
âDefinitely a boobs guy.â He mumbled into your lips before kissing you a few more times. âCan I take your shirt off?â He asked and you bit your lip as you weighed out your options. But who were you kidding, the thought of having those same lips all over your breasts had you slicking up your underwear even more than they already were.Â
âYeah.â You consented verbally and you sat up as he helped pull your body free from the shirt and then dropped it on an empty part of the bed.Â
Harryâs warm, smooth lips started to kiss down your jaw, nibbling a few times on his way down to the column of your neck. You held in your giggles as his stubble tickling your sensitive skin. He had both of his hands on your breasts now as he sat over you, he was teasing your nipples, being so light and airy with his touches, it had you squirming. You knew heâd get there soon, but soon wasnât happing as fast as you wanted.
âPlease!â You whimpered and he glanced up at you and smirked.
âIâm going.â He assured you and he lowered himself until he was face level with your breasts.
He wasted no time in parting his lips and sucking your nipple between them. You whimpered and wove your fingers into his hair. He sucked harder and you gripped at his hair harder. His other hand kneaded over your other breast as you writhed beneath him. And as you wiggled around trying to part your legs to wrap around him, he pulled one out from under him and lowered his hips a bit as you ground up and thatâs when you felt the bulge in his pants. He was so fucking hard.
âFuck.â He sighed as he kissed back up your neck and finally back at your lips as he started to grind his cock against you. One of your hands slid up his arm, feeling at his bulging muscles. The other slid down to his backside, encouraging him to keep going. It wasnât so much the feeling of the dry hump as it was the desperation that existed between you two. It would feel wrong to fuck so quickly, but you wanted to so badly that you were both willing to settle for this. It was a little bit sick and a lot pathetic, a true reflection of you two as you made out sloppily while rubbing fronts.Â
Youâd been struggling with your sex drive since the depression and you really hadnât needed to be in tune with it, seeing as you had planned to steer clear of anything with another person for the foreseeable future. But now here you were, wetter than youâd been in months, feeling the fabric of your underwear clinging to the skin of your pussy. You needed more if you were going to come and you really, really wanted to come.Â
âHarryâŠHarryâŠâ you mumbled against his lips, âTake these off.â you panted as you tugged at the band of his pants and boxer briefs.
âSure?â He asked and you nodded.
âItâll be easier to come like that.â You said and he smiled. âWhat?â
âI justâŠhadnât really thought about that, I was just kinda happy to be here.â He chuckled and you giggled.
âWe donât have to if you donât want to. I just got a little carried away, sâbeen a while.â You explained.
âFor me too. I want toâŠI just want to make sure, you know?âÂ
âWell, thank you for making sure.â You whispered and he smiled down at you before kissing you again. You two struggled for a bit as he tried to get his pants off without stopping the kisses, but eventually you had to and you watched was he knelt up onto the bed. His cock was so fucking pretty, it made you salivate. He wasnât shaved clean but he was definitely trimmed. You also wanted to get his balls in your mouth and make him squirm with pleasure. You also started to get your pants off and he helped you pull them off of your legs. Your underwear matched with the sleep tank you had on, a nice baby blue color, but they did nothing to hide how fucking wet you were.Â
After tearing off his shirt, Harry had you legs spread, holding you down by the backs of the thighs as he slid his cock over your clothed crease. Back and forth, over and over, the head of his cock was colliding with your clit. His foreskin was starting to pull back to reveal his tip, meaning that despite how hard he already felt to you, he had more to go. You were trying to keep your sounds at a minimum, but you were starting to get close to the edge. The steady pace Harry was going at, plus the weight and warmth of his cock gliding over you and between your sticky pussy lips, you were started to fall apart.
âYouâre gonna make me come so hardâŠâ you moaned and he groaned and kissed you.
âGood, baby. Come for me.â He mumbled against your lips and you nodded. You were inhaling his exhales as you kissed sloppily. You could feel your legs starting to tense up and your walls starting to tighten inside of you as the pleasure started to become more concentrated in the pit of your core. It was so hot and tingly and lovely, it was starting to ache, you could feel your slick starting to pump out of your needy little hole. If Harry decided to try put it in youâd let him do it. Just processing that thought and how possible it was had your orgasm overcoming you. Your breath hitched and your whole body went stiff for a second before the pleasure just exploded. A gratifying moan slipped past your lips and Harry was quick to cover your mouth, chuckling lowly as you got lost in the pleasure of the orgasm. He watched your breasts bounce and jiggle beautifully as your body rolled gently with the waves of your orgasm. You were gripping the sheets so tight that your fingers slightly ached but if just felt so good. Even as he kept going, you welcomed the sensitivity. He puled his hand from your mouth and reached for one of your boobs again before glancing down at his cock all slicked up with your slick and cum.
âFuck Iâm gonna come!â Harry mumbled and you bit your lip in anticipation. Opposite of what you expected, he slowed his pace and then grabbed the crotch of your panties and pulling it to the side. He moaned as he saw your whole pussy and then laid his cock over it again a few times and then very intentionally, he pressed against your entrance, it was making your tremble. âFuckâŠgonna let me come all over your pussy?â He asked as he looked up at you and you nodded, mouth agape, eyes nearly closed from the insurmountable waves of lust.
âPlease, need it so bad.â You encouraged his orgasm. And moments later he was groaning lowly as you felt his thick, warm load start to spill all over your pussy. His slow ruts against you were making you melt and you propped your self up on your elbows to se the mess he was making against you. âDo you always cum that much? FuckâŠâ you chuckled as you glanced up at him and he just smirked at you as he came to a slow stop.
âDo you feel bad?â He asked and you shook your head.
âNot yet at leastâŠâ you added and he nodded.
âOkay, me either.â He assured you. âJust wanted to check before I kissed you again.â
âOh, okay.â You whispered as he leaned in and kissed you slowly again.
Eventually you got cleaned up and back into bed with him. You knew that you would wake up alone, but still werenât sure if youâd be happy about it or not.
Day Eight:Â
When your eyes opened the following morning you felt fine. You werenât afraid to face Harry, you werenât regretful of what youâd done. However, you did find yourself wondering when youâd be able to get away with it again. What did concern you is how he would feel about it this morning. He was eager in the heat of the moment but what about now, after the post nut clarity? The more and more you gave it some thought the more you psyched yourself out and were avoiding joining everyone for breakfast. You were in your patio, smoking a joint to help you build up some appetite, but also to help you relax and be normal when you were in the same room with your aunt, parents, and brother in law who had just come loads over your bare pussy, and of course, your sister, his wife. Well, soon to be ex-wife, but still! It wasnât official yet!
Finally you decided to bite the bullet and headed towards the kitchen. You greeted everyone good morning and then glanced to Harry who flashed you an easy smile.Â
âYou alright?â He asked. What sounded like the most casual question to everyone else was the most charged question between you and him. You smiled and nodded.
âYeah. All good.â You reassured him and he smiled and nodded silently before continuing to eat his breakfast.
OMG SORRY FRIENDS! FOTGOT TO TAAAAG!
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(Wip/Sketch) The Resurrection of a Heretic
You can definitely tell I got really tired after the first few pages but! It's done! Kinda! Pencil and paper sketch but it's done!
It's 3:30 AM so I really need to sleep, but tomorrow I'll add a read-more page by page transcription bc I know my handwriting isn't the easiest thing to read. Heavily recommend viewing in a new tab lol.
Had the Lamb chosen ANY other godless than Wren, and done it any earlier than before Narinder married them, Narinder would have been pissed about this. And unfortunately for Wren, being resurrected while being godless leaves its marks.
Anyway, Lamb stop breaking the laws of Faith for five seconds challenge, level impossible
Transcription below the cut
PAGE 1
Lamb: WREN! Hi! Wren: Hello, Lamb. Lamb, falling back into the water: Baa! Wren: Lamb!
PAGE 2
Wren: You are really bad at getting out of that pond... Lamb: It's the fleece. It's heavy when wet. Wren: Maybe you should forego it when visiting here? Lamb: And not look cool? No way! Wren: Almost drowning in a pool in the spectral plane does not sound very "cool," but to each their own...
PAGE 3 (timeskip, after unseen conversation in which Lamb suggests resurrecting Wren)
Wren: I... am not sure that is a good idea, Lamb. I have been dead for a hundred years now. I am not sure I know how to live anymore. Lamb: It'll be okay- Narinder and I will help you.
Lamb: Since you're not one of my followers, I need your actual body. Wren, as a ghost in the living world: My children will kill you if they see you digging up my grave. Lamb: Don't worry- it's handled!
Elloi (Narinder and Wren's middle daughter, all grown up): Not that we do not appreciate the visit, but our Father is visiting with you...? Kallamar: HAHA I missed my nieces, of course! Kallamar, thinking to himself: You owe me, Lamb! (A small text points to Kallamar, reading " "handling" it")
Wren: I am not sure our brother-in-law is up to that task. My girls are sharp. Lamb, offscreen: I have faith in him. Wren: At least one of us does.
PAGE 4
Wren: Also, uh- a hundred years? My body is nothing but bones and shrouds. Oh, and my death mask... Lamb: That's fine, as long as they're your bones, it will work. Wren: Should... I be worried? Lamb: No, no! I've tested it! Wren: Okay, I'm worried. Lamb: Hey!
Wren: Did you just shove my skeleton in your Crown? Lamb: Well I'm not about to walk out with it in my arms. Your daughters would try to kill me then...
Lamb: Think they'll notice the grave is disturbed? Wren: Minuit visits every morning, so yes. Lamb: Hm. So I should finish this before morning. Wren: If I come back as a zombie, I will bite you. Lamb: Promise? Wren: Lamb! Lamb: I'm kidding!
Lamb: I will miss being able to visit you on a whim, though. Wren: ...
Wren: Well, knowing you, me being alive again will not stop you... Lamb: True. You'll never escape me. We're like- spouse-in-laws or something! Wren: ... Not how it works, but yes, I suppose.
PAGE 5
Lamb: Kallamar is distracting your daughters, but the others should give me enough devotion for this- you know, being gods and Witnesses. Wren: I do not know, no. Lamb: Should I invite Nari? Wren: He will recognize a godless shroud. He might not let you go through with it, if he knows. Not to mention my mask... Lamb: Good point... I'm sure he won't mind if we surprise him!
Lamb: Wait, can you teleport? Wren: I am attached to you right now, so I will be dragged with you. Lamb: Cool....
Wren: I will admit, I will miss floating around like this. Lamb: You'd prefer to stay as a ghost? Wren: Now I did not say that.
Wren: It would take a stronger man than I to pass up the chance to touch their husband again...
Lamb: Oh, I see where your mind is~ Wren: Hold on- get your mind out of the ditch!
Wren: Thank you for not just dropping my skeleton. Lamb: Well, that would be rude. Wren: Kind of like shoving it in a bag... Lamb: It wasn't a bag!
Lamb: I need to put a mark on your skeleton... preferably somewhere subtle. It'll still be visible when you're alive again- any preference? Wren: Not really? Just do not be... weird about it. Lamb: Your hand, then.
PAGE 6
Wren: That is a strange symbol. What is it? Lamb: A modification of an immortality symbol. For my followers, it keeps them from aging- but this version helps me reverse your death. I think it helps meld the body and soul? It's very different from resurrecting my followers...
Lamb: Took me 50 years to think of this... It would not work before that. Wren: You... have been trying to revive me for 50 years?
Lamb: Oh- should I remove your mask? Wren: I would rather not see my own skull. Lamb: You'll be smelling whatever's inside when you wake up if I don't. Wren: ... Yes, remove it please.
Small text pointing to a cloaked Heket and Leshy reads "can't see or hear Wren."
Lamb: Okay! Ready! Wren, just float above your body! Leshy, Heket, Shamura- Witnesses, around the circle.
PAGE 7
Wren: Oh this is weird. Huh...
PAGE 8
Wren, thinking: What do I... do? This feels...
Wren, thinking: strange. Narinder, thinking: Where has everyone gone-?
Narinder: What. Is that Lamb doing now.
PAGE 9
Wren, thinking: It... worked. Wait, how do I breathe-
Shamura, offscreen: Relax.
Shamura: Your body will breathe on its own. Just relax. My siblings and I have been where you are.
Wren, breathing out: Thank you...
PAGE 10
Lamb: It worked! yes! How are you feeling?
Wren: Like I need a bath. Desperately.
Leshy: And clean clothes I bet. Lamb: Yeah, death shrouds a hundred years old is probably not a great feel...
Lamb: Come on- let's get you cleaned up. Wren: Okay... thank you.
text pointing to Wren reads "first bath in 100 years"
Lamb: Quick question- were you... wanting to keep this? Wren: My death shroud?? No?? It is a hundred years old and decaying... Lamb: Just making sure before I burn it.
Wren: I do want to keep the mask, though. Lamb: Got it. text pointing to the Lamb and the shroud reads "sets on fire"
text above the tub Wren is in reads "dunks head"
PAGE 11
Narinder: Lamb, I need to spea- Lamb: NARINDER!
Narinder: Gah! Lamb: Don't come in! You'll ruin the surprise! Narinder: Why are you short-?
Narinder, offscreen: Lamb! We are married! I have seen you naked before! We have bathed together!
Lamb, offscreen: Sorry, Nari- this is a surprise for you, so- please, just wait downstairs? Narinder: Would this have something to do with that ritual from earlier? Lamb: ... Maybe. Narinder: Fine, I will be downstairs. In the library.
Lamb: Hey, got you some robes- Wren: LAMB! Privacy!! Lamb: Relax, you've got nothing I haven't seen before. Wren: I DO NOT CARE- Lamb: You're gonna ruin your hair drying it like that-
PAGE 12
Wren: If you put your symbol on me I will hit you. Lamb: Too late, it's already on your hand. Wren: I meant that triangle thing, actually. Lamb: Oh- don't worry, the robe is symbol-free.
Wren: So this is permanent? Lamb: yeah, sorry- in all my experiments, removing it did... weird things. Wren: How did you "experiment," anyway? Lamb: Let's not talk about that...
Lamb: I think I liked what you wore in the After better. Wren: Mm, but that was a bit... gravity-defying. Lamb: Bet I could figure it out...
Wren: Being alive feels so weird... Lamb: yeah, I get it.
PAGE 13
Narinder: There you are, Lamb. Now, what did you-
Wren: Hello again, love.
Narinder: Wren...? How...? Wren: The Lamb is stubborn.
Narinder: You died... You are godless... The Lamb should not have been able to... Wren: They would not take that as an answer.
Wren: Besides, you have done the impossible before, too.
PAGE 14
Lamb: Soo you're not mad that I went behind your back to revive a godless person?
Text reads "Grabs"
Narinder: Do not ever do that again. ... But no. I am not mad. This time.
Lamb: Well, if Wren died again, I make no promises... but no one else. Not many ghosts with bodies still around, anyway...
Narinder: You are the most stubborn god I know. Thank you...
#justa arts#god in a godless land au#sketch#comic#canon/oc#also narilamb#but very much so Narinder/OC#cotl Narinder#cotl Lamb#cotl OC#OC Wren#cameos from the Bishops#Now the question is. will that symbol just keep Wren's soul from disconnecting from his body#orrrr is it also gonna keep him from aging. oh the mysteries lol#long post
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i unraveled half a dishcloth about 3 times because i was having a toxic man-refusing-to-ask-for-directions moment and kept telling myself "nah you've knit stacks of these and it's literally the easiest pattern" and ignoring the fact that i've been crocheting for 3-4 years and could really spare 5 seconds to google a pattern as a refresher
#pickle pontificates#i was overthinking it and doing like. stockinette stitch. like hm this is probably fine#and you know it is fine but not for the pattern i was trying to do#which is why it took me so long to realize anything was wrong#and the conclusion of the story was that yeah. it did take about five seconds to look at the pattern#and NOW i can go back to knitting without thinking about it#would have been nice if I'd done that in the first place#the other thing I should really be doing is manifesting beano... found some leftover fabric so I could totally start that now#also I started midnight burger this morning. i've listened to 4 episodes and it's really fun so far#seems up my alley!#some of the acting is a teeeny bit stilted but totally enjoyable still#definitely within quality podcast range#i'm also right at the beginning#and i'm also acknowledging that I'm coming off of improv to a scripted thing so it probably stands out more#although the last two before zyxx were scripted and i was raised on audio dramas with slightly awkward voice acting so#who knows how my calibration compares to other people's#those radio characters are freakin funny and probably the most instant favorites#''married couple who's super into it'' is one of my favorite bits that i don't see enough#hopefully that doesn't age poorly for any reason. we'll see in a few days#and i'm interested in finding out more about all the characters and exploring the world. promising start!
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I think I may have made the actual farm plot a little too big ,,,, I am a tiny person who cannot cover all the land ,,,
#farmer mys wakes up every day remembering the work that has to be done and uses her tears to water her flowers#the silver lining is that itâs v pretty đ„ș#Iâm adding more seasonal flowers because I cannot be bothered to water plants on each spot now đ#also I took this photo on shades birthday before closing the game đ gonna give him a gift on the morning#still wondering when I should propose to him#stardew valley#am I overthinking it#No yes#I like to imagine that the first year was back and forth where heâd show#moments of kindness before immediately going back to pushing her away#year 2 they actually started being friends#year 3 they were inseparable and they started dating in fall#or maybe winter đ€ which is cuter#anyways year 4 is a full year of being together#after knowing each other for five years they finally get engaged and get married#no one in town had any idea that farmer mys was going to stay and especially turn around and marry the town grouch#đ„ł anyways if you read all that Iâm sorry Iâm a little normal I promise#i havenât been this attached to a character in SUCH a long time#not even Bobby has me in a chokehold#like this pixel man does#I may actually die if I donât get a plush of him#okay okay Iâm done
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COMING DOWN w/Jujutsu Kaisen
( TW ) BDSM (Sukuna's only), master!Sukuna, punishment, spanking, pussy job, cream pie, praise, fingering, explicit content Â
FEATURING: Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, and Nanami KentoÂ
Authorâs note: I fear I can only write stern Sukuna, also the way word deleted this and I had the spend my morning rewriting itâŠ
⟠GOJO SATORUÂ
âMmâfuck, oh fuck angel, Iâm cumming!â Gojo whines, shooting his load into your abused cunt. You arch your back deeper, shoving your face into the pillow. âFuck, princessâfuckâfeel sâgood,â He collapses onto you, heaving.Â
You whine at his weight unable to stay up. Satoru falls with you.Â
âSâ so good princess, youâre always sâgood to me.â Satoru spills, drunk on you. You whimper, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. He nuzzles into you, murmuring out incoherent praise. Â
âToru, youâre too heavy, get off.â You try and fail to shrug him off. Â
âMmâdonât wanna, so comfy.â He slurs, and you know if he doesnât get up within the next five minutes you both are going to fall asleep covered in sweat, tears, and cum.Â
âWe gotta wash up âRo. Câmon the quicker we clean up the quicker we can cuddle and watch the next episode of our show.â Satoru protest for a several minutes before kissing the side of your face a few times and lifting himself, his cock slipping out. You gasp, suddenly feeling empty. Your pussy clenched in attempt to keep him cum in. You turn to watch a naked Satoru walk over to grab the baby wipes on the dresser.Â
âCâmere baby, lemme clean you up.âÂ
⟠RYOMEN SUKUNAÂ
âOne more, little girl.â Sukuna grunts, his heavy hand on your back rubbing soothing circles. He brings the belt down again. You gasp, voice hoarse for all the screaming and crying youâve already done.Â
âAll done, now câmere.â Sukuna orders you up from your position across his lap, manhandling you until you wrap around him.Â
âMâsorry, mâsorry, wonât do it again I promise, I'll be good now.â You cry into the crock of his neck, overwhelmed with emotions. You feel embarrassed, guilty, and cared for all at once. Only Sukuna can make you feel such contradictory emotions.Â
âShush, itâs okay little girl, I know, you took your punishment like a good girl you know that?â He gently grabs the side of your head, forcing you to look up at him. You have to blink a few times before you can see his face. âProud of you.â He smiles, leaning down to kiss your lipsâswollen from biting down so hard.Â
Your heart flutters at the praise, you may not like getting punished but the soft moments after when Sukuna whispers sweet nothings to you will always make it better. Â
âI loveââ You hiccup. âL-love you Ryo.â You rub your cheek on his warm palm, ready to fall asleep and start the new day on a clean slate.Â
âI love you too little one, you know what to say.â He shakes your head with his hand, the other starting to rub soothing circles on your thighs. âThank you for my punishment master, I understand why you did it and I appreciate you for correcting me.âÂ
âGood girl, now lay down on your stomach while I rub this cream on your ass alright?âÂ
⟠NANAMI KENTOÂ ïżœïżœ
âK-Kentoââ You moan, wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders.Â
âShush, itâs okay love, let it happen, youâre alright.â He whispers into your ear, jackhammering his fingers into your wet cunt. You cry into his now-drenched shoulder, as Nanami finger fucks you to another orgasm. He whispers sweet nothing as you come down from another high, and collapse on his chest. Â
âThatâs right Loveâjusâ relax for me.â he says, as he pulls his fingers out of your pussy and wraps his strong arms around your waist. Â
âYou relaxed now sweetheart?âÂ
âMhm, thank you, Ken.âÂ
âYou gonna tell me what happened?â He rubs your back, patiently waiting for you to tell him what caused you to come home on the verge of a breakdown.Â
âI-I donât wanna. Itâs embarrassing.â You mumble ashamed that you let your co-workers get to you.Â
âNothinâ you say will ever make me judge you sweetheart. You know you can tell me anything.â He reassures.Â
âI know Kento, thank you for always beinâ there for me.âÂ
âI love you, sweetheart. That means I'll always will there whenever you need me to beâin any way you need me to.âÂ
âI love you too Kento. Do you think we can go get some ice-cream then I can tell you what happened?âÂ
âOf course we can Love.âÂ
⟠GETO SUGURUÂ
âThatâs it sweet girlâmm fuckâthatâs it.â Geto grunts, sliding your pussy over his cock before lifting you and releasing his load on your thighs. You gasp at the sight of your boyfriend cumming on your naked thighs. Suguru sighs, the grip on your hips softening after several seconds.Â
âSuguruââÂ
âI know baby, I know.â He reassures, bringing his hands underneath the hoodie youâre wearing. He caresses his hands up and down your sides. You blink sleepily about to fall into Suguruâs big chest before you remember the sticky mess between your tights.Â
âSugu, âm dirty.â You pout. He grins up at you.Â
âThe prettiest dirty girl Iâve ever seen.âÂ
âSuguru!â You slap his chest. He laughs ever harder, grabbing your hand to sprinkle kisses on your knuckles. You smile down at him. He looks like the prettiest boy youâve ever seen. Long black hair sprawled against the white pillow. Intense brown eyes that look up at you like youâre the only girl in the world worth his time. Â
âLetâs get clean up dirty girlâCâmon, up we go.â Suguru picks you up by the waist and carries you to the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter before he grabs a clean rag. Â
âThank you, baby.â You whisper as you wash him clean your thighs.Â
âNo, thank you for beinâ so good to me sweet girl.â He stands up to kiss you sweetly. âNever thought Iâd get so luckyâyouâre the best girl, my best girl. Love you sâmuch.âÂ
#.satoruan writes#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojo x y/n#gojo x you#smut#jjk#sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna scenarios#sukuna smut#sukuna x y/n#sukuna ryomen#geto smut#geto suguru#geto x reader#jjk geto#geto x y/n#geto x you#jjk x y/n#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk nanami#nanami x reader#nanami kento#nanami smut#nanami x you
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the hot dad next door (m) | park sunghoon.
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preview. the ever quintessential first time dad moves in next door with his five year old and finds it impossible not to fall for you, the pretty girl who gives his daughter cookies and him; the doll eyes. obsessed with your entire being, unable to keep his hands off you, park sunghoon questions if he's just crazy or he's crazy over you.
or where, he notices the way you look at his hands a little too long for it to be innocent.
meet the cast. single dad!park sunghoon with his pretty neighbour fem!reader.
genre. DILFF AUU !!, SMUT MDNI, fluff, neighbours to lovers, sunghoon is quite literally yes insanely crazed over you and for the sake of god can't keep his dick soft, domestic a little bit i guess, i want to make her my wife trope EEEKKK, slight age gap (hoon in late twenties and reader in early twenties) more to be added.
word count. est around 20k or more
warnings. inaccuracies about parenting cause i aint a parent, i got no idea. more will be mentioned in the actual post.
releasing. very soon!! .. progress update tag
park sunghoon was hot, he was a walking greek god. was single and wore these fitted suits that had you weak in the knees. if that wasn't hot enough, park sunghoon also had the cutest baby girl you had ever come across and it just made him hotter than he could ever have been.
"hey, um .. is jiâ" sunghoon stands at the threshold of your open apartment door, one hand holding his creased blazer and the other rubbing at the back of his neck. embarrassed and shy at having to show up at yours looking like a mess after work because his daughter ran off while he was busy on a call and taking out her school bag from the backseat. and because everytime his daughter ran off, it was to the pretty girl next door who gives away sweet cookies all the time.
"is jia here? yeah she's in the kitchen," you answer, smiling soft and knowingly at the worried guy who barely looked like a dad. he worked in a corporate editorial, out before eight in the morning just as you prepared ingredients for your bakery. taking his daughter along to school, her excited voice resonating through the halls talking about how they were going to play with clay in class. around seven in the evening you'd hear her again, this time alone as she would skip over to your door because dada was too slow.
on weekends it'd be impossible to ignore the ruckus they made playing around, sometimes inviting you over for lunch because sunghoon apparently made too much and jia wanted to share her dada's delicious food. on some occasional weekends when he'd be called in to work for a few hours, jia would promise him to stay home and behave only to call you through the landline the moment he'd step out the door. and you would text sunghoon to come over to yours after work, his daughter munching on the new flavored cupcakes you made, unbothered about her dad and his scoldings.
"come on in, i made some almond lime tart, you could give me some feedbacks along with jia. you know she always says it's good and i can never know if it's actually good," sunghoon can't help but chuckle at that, slipping off his shoes by the front and walking inside. his eyes following your figure with a fond look as you tend to his daughter delicately, and might he admitâ even more so than him.
you're sweet, you know how to handle kids; cue that one time jia was crying her eyes out after school and he had no idea what to do to comfort her, knocking at your door frantically and having his mind blown at how quickly you figured things out and calmed her down.
you're sweet, you know how to handle kids, you treat them both so well, always ready to help him out with jia, giving them sweet treats every other day and most of allâ you're fucking pretty. way too pretty for him to handle.
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Title: Unchaperoned.
Pairing: Yandere!Gojo x Reader (JJK).
Word Count: 5.2k.
TW: Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Prolonged Captivity, Semi-Public Sex, Mentions of Physical/Psychological Abuse, Mentions of Kidnapping, Reader's Just Going Through It In This One Okay, and Dissociative Behavior. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
You shouldâve known something was wrong as soon as you realized Satoru wasnât in bed.
Most mornings, heâd already be gone by the time you woke up, with the only signs that heâd ever laid down next to you at all being the phantom weight of his chest pressed into your back and a sickly sweet note left on the bedside table (usually something to the tune of âbe home late tonight, canât wait to see you againâ or âif you keep trying to pick the lock on the kitchen window, Iâll knowâ), but today was supposed to be one of his prized days-off, and when he wasnât pried away from you by obligation, he preferred to spend as much time as he could sprawled out across the mattress, your body tucked against his, waiting for the haze of a slow morning to dip and ebb until his mouth founds its way to your neck and his hands to your waist. Sometimes, he was called away by an emergency mission, a sudden problem with one of his students, but you werenât often that lucky, and he never left without waking you up, first.
Failing that, you shouldâve known something was wrong when you did finally open your eyes, and immediately found Satoru looming above you, perched on the edge of the mattress, already dressed and wearing the wide, toothy grin that made your stomach drop and something embedded deep within your chest curl up and pray for death.
You tried to shut your eyes, to roll over, to pretend you were still asleep, but Satoru mustâve been watching you for a while. His hand was on your shoulder before you could so much as settle into place, his mouth crashing into yours before you could brace yourself for his rough affection. Heâd never been a very good kisser, even when youâd been a willing victim, but there seemed to be no moment sweet enough and no occasion soft enough to stop him from forcing his tongue down your throat, from keeping his mouth slotted against yours until your lungs ached, from nipping at your bottom lip with enough force to sting. Too resigned to be genuinely annoyed, you remained limp and pliable underneath him until he finally pulled back, his smile just a little brighter as he beamed down at you.
âI picked out something nice for you,â he muttered, his voice low, sentimental. If it wasnât for the cold bolt of dread that accompanied the sound of his voice, you mightâve called it playful. âGet dressed. Weâre going on a field trip.â
You swallowed, thickly. ïżœïżœïżœWhere are we going?â
Impossibly, his smile seemed to grow wider. âItâs a surprise. Youâll like it, I promise.â
You blinked up at him, too used to suppressing your reaction for the effort to be conscious. Satoru was possessive, but he was also childish, impulsive â too self-indulgent to keep his favorite toy locked away for very long. Usually, though, your little trips were planned meticulously and limited to five-star restaurants with private backrooms, rented-out theaters, picnics in the countryside where he could ensure you wouldnât have anyone to pay attention to other than him. Heâd never been so vague, before. You didnât like having to guess what he was going to do to you.
But, his grip on your shoulder tightened, and you were abruptly reminded that you didnât have much of a choice. It was either go along with his whims, play into his domestic fantasies, or risk disobeying him andâ
And disobedience wasnât an option. Not anymore. Not after so long.
A little more than an hour later, you were in the backseat of a black sedan, hands clasped together in your lap and Satoruâs arm draped over your shoulders. Every so often, your eyes flitted from the floor to the window, lingering on the passing landscape for no longer than a few seconds before falling back to something less direct, less contentious. Still, from what you could tell, you were miles outside of the city and deep into the backwoods that surrounded it. Anxiety alternated between tying knots in the pit of your stomach and stabbing into the tender flesh at the back of your throat. Youâd never been very prone to motion sickness, but maybe, if you told Satoru, youâd look pale enough for him to buy it, tell his driver to turn around, and let you go back to the kind of misery you were used to.
You straightened, sucking in a deep breath and doing your best to choke down the worst of your paranoia. If Satoru noticed the extent of your distress, the most the offered by way of reassurance was an airy laugh, a gentle tug that left you pressed that much deeper into his side. Fighting not to draw back, you broke the silence, more eager for a distraction than a genuine answer. âAre you really not going to tell me where weâre going?â
âI canât, baby.â He was still playing coy, playing cute. It mightâve been charming three years ago, when you were just having fun with a mysterious man with endless funding and eyes brighter than cloudless sky, but it was hard to find someone charming after youâd known them longer as a captor than you ever had as a friend, as a partner. âIf I did, it wouldnât be a surprise, now, would it?â
Your gaze fell into your lap. Youâd been allowed to do your make-up and style your hair to your preferences, but heâd chosen your outfit â an ankle-length sundress the color of snow and daisy petals and pale skin bled dry. The color of his hair, although you tried not to let the automatic association needle its way into your conscious mind. âI donât like surprises.â
âYouâll like this one.â Another laugh, another tug. Your skin was crawling. Maybe you wouldnât have to play sick after all. âItâs real special to me. Thought I should finally get around to sharing it with you.â
You could remember complaining about that kind of thing, once â just how little you knew about Satoru in comparison to just how much he knew about you. You shared your life openly with him, and even if you hadnât, he always seemed to be just around the corner, always where he needed to be to walk you home after a dull workday or invite himself to drink at a downtown bar with you and your friends. Heâd been more secretive, more discreet. Itâd taken you three months to find out he was a teacher, and another six so much as hear the word âsorcererâ. In retrospect, it was probably more of a deliberate effort than youâd been willing to give him credit for, at the time. Heâd assumed that, the moment you found out anything more than his name, youâd try to run, and heâd been right. Heâd wanted to delay the inevitable, and heâd succeeded.
It was stupid to be so worried. It was stupid to be so⊠so upset. Most days, you wouldâve traded anything to be able to leave Satoruâs suffocating penthouse apartment, wouldâve sold your left kidney for just an hour of freedom, but this wasnât freedom, and it was hard to enjoy the illusion of it when you didnât know what price youâd have to pay after it was pried away from you. You didnât like not knowing what to expect. You didnât like not knowing what youâd done to deserve this. You didnât like that, even after years of learning to deal with Satoruâs bullshit, he could still make you feel just as scared and just as helpless as the day you first woke up in that dark room, your hands tied behind your back andâ
The car jolted to an abrupt stop. Reflexively, you snapped up, going rigid, but Satoru seemed unaffected. He started to reach for the door, then stopped himself â fishing something out of his pocket. âShow me your hand, princess.â Satoru didnât give you time to obey before taking you by the wrist and slipping a thick, silver ring onto your finger. You glanced from it to Satoru, who winked. âJust in case.â
You didnât have a chance to ask what he meant before he was threading his fingers through yours and dragging you out of the backseat, into the open air. You tried to be thankful to have room to breathe â tried, and failed.
The driver didnât follow you out. You stood, alone and unprepared, next to Satoru at the foot of massive, winding, temple-style staircase. Weather-beaten torii separated the pathway from crowded foliage, and with your hand still trapped in his, Satoru guided you through the steep ascent, each step accompanied by another drop of tell-tale dread, a fresh wave of anxiety. For one long, terrible minute, you managed to convince yourself that there was a sacrificial altar waiting at the top, or a guillotine â something ornamental and damning that heâd use to cut your life that much shorter, to tie you that much closer to him. Your eyes were clenched shut by the time you crested the peak, your breathing rapid and shallow, any panic you mightâve been able to stave off during the trip now returning in full force. It was all you could do to keep yourself from breaking down entirely when he finally, finally came to a stop, squeezing your hand with enough force to leave it aching.
 You wanted to stay like that, blind and deaf and only on the verge of sobbing, but it wasnât possible â your body couldnât take much more, and even if you had been more durable, Satoru wouldnât wait much longer. Tentatively, you forced yourself to open your eyes and took inâ
A schoolyard. A bog-standard, borderline uninteresting, utterly devoid of life schoolyard. The architecture was a little pre-modern, sure, and it was strange not to see any students or teachers milling through the open space, but it was far from the ceremonial execution site youâd primed yourself to step into. As far as you could see, at least.
âPretty, right? In a rustic kind of way, I mean.â Satoru was still grinning from ear-to-ear. You doubted heâd stop any time soon. âI promised Iâd get around to showing you where I work eventually. Câmon, Iâll give you the tour.â
Right. Youâd known he was a teacher, but somehow, youâd managed to go your entire captivity without ever so much as attempting to picture the school where he mustâve taught. Then again, to be fair, you may have had more important things on your mind.
The tour wasnât optional. When Satoru wasnât dragging you from building to building, he was rambling on about his students, his own education, telling you decade-old stories with more energy than a man closer to thirty-one than eighteen shouldâve had. You listened to very little of it and retained even less, but Satoru seemed satisfied with your occasional nod muted noises of acknowledgment. You never passed anyone else, but he kept a vice-grip on your hand, as if he was scared youâd make a run for it as soon as he turned away. A few months ago, you mightâve considered it, but you werenât that hopeful, anymore.
âOne more stop,â he said, as he pulled you towards the last building â or, buildings, rather. It was a row of ornamental classrooms, all divided into separate schoolhouses. Against your better judgment, you edged forward, willing him to move a little faster, too. This was the last stop. He just wanted to show you his classroom, then you could leave. This was the last thing youâd have to endure, and then, you could go back to the kind of misery you were used to.
Or, at least, thatâs what you mightâve told yourself if a blur of pink and black hadnât emerged from the nearest corner, sprinting across the small courtyard, and running directly into Satoruâs chest.
You flinched back, but if Satoru was fazed, you couldnât tell. You couldnât see his eyes, not through the tint of his glasses, but he wore a crooked smile as he looked down at the teenage boy now standing in front of you. He mustâve been in high school â a first-year, if you had to guess, his black uniform coated in dust and debris. Rubbing the back of his neck, he blinked a few times before seeming to notice Satoru and straightening, bowing his head shallowly. âGojo-sensei,â he barked, speaking quickly enough for the name and the honorific to blend together. âI was looking for Nanamin, butâ So, Kugisaki found this ultra-cool cursed weapon, and we thought Fushiguro could figure outââ
He was cut off abruptly by a sneaker hitting the back of his head. A second later, another teenager â a girl, this time â seemed to appear behind the boy. Notably, she was missing a shoe. âHeâs lying,â she said, her tone nearly venomous enough to be believable. âWhatever he says, it isnât true. Heâs a liar, and sexist, and I heard Sukuna sayââ Abruptly, she cut herself off, her attention snapping towards you. She was quiet for a second, then another, before going on with a polite smile. âHello, maâam.â
For the first time, the boy turned to you, his eyes immediately widening. âFuck,â And then, his gaze falling to where his hand was still wrapped around yours, âFuck.â
You couldnât stop yourself â bringing up your free hand to stifle your laugh. You almost introduced yourself, but Satoru was quick to cut you off. âThese,â he explained, with a broad gesture to both teenagers. âare my beloved students, Kugisaki and Itadori, who value my mentorship and look up to me as their teacher.â
âI know,â the girl, Kugisaki, whispered to her companion, Itadori, only half-heartedly trying to hide her voice. âI really didnât think men or women could stand to be around him.â
âAnd, adoring students, this,â His grip tightened as he forced your hand into the air, your new ring facing the students. âis my beautiful fiancĂ©.â
âFiancĂ©,â Itadori repeated. âWas it, like, arranged?â
And then, from Kugisaki to you, âDid he pay you up front?â
Reflexively, you moved to respond, used to having to provide an answer as soon as you were asked a question lest Satoru resort to more drastic means of getting your attention, but something else caught your attention. A mop of black hair rounding the schoolhouseâs corner, the collar of a white t-shirt pulled over a bloody nose obscuring, but not completely hiding, a familiar face. You didnât want to, but you recognized him immediately.
Megumi.
Huh.
Youâd never seen him without his sister, before.
He made a point not to look at you, dark eyes trained on the ground as he positioned himself a few feet behind his more energetic classmates. You opened your mouth, then closed it, then opened it again just as quickly. You mightâve actually found the courage to say something, if Kugisaki hadnât lurched forward, shoving Itadori out of the way and tearing your hand out of Satoruâs. She clasped both your hands between hers, staring up at you with a frantic kind of urgency. âListen,â she started, her tone just as dire as her expression. âIf he bribed, kidnapped, or threatened you to make you go along with this, say so. Thereâs another sorcerer on campus â weâll make sure youâre safe while heâs brought to the proper authorities.â
You hesitated, for a second.
Then, you opened your mouth, and distantly, heard your own voice spilling out. âWe used to be in a relationship.â You stopped, swallowed, then went on. âBut, he kidnapped me three years ago, and heâs kept me trapped in his home ever since. If I ever leave him, he says heâll break my legs and kill everyone I know. He hasnât really proposed, yet, either. He just shoved a ring onto my hand and started calling me his fiancĂ© a few hours ago.â
There was a beat of silence, then another.
And then, Satoru laughed. It was a cheery, juvenile sort of laugh. A âforget everything you just heard and look at meâ sort of laugh.
Soon enough, his students joined him â Itadori first, then Kagisuki. Megumi never made a sound.
âI think what you meant to say,â Megumi didnât even look at you. You wished you could ask how his sister was doing. You wished you could say anything at all. âis that it was love at first sight. I was on a mission, fighting my way through a group of a hundred curses. Thatâs when I heard someone crying out from the heart of the swarm, and Iââ
You made no attempt to listen. As Satoruâs story drowned on, Megumiâs eyes flitted upward â first to Satoru, then to you, widening slightly. You made the same realization a second later.
Satoru wasnât holding your hand, anymore.
Satoru wasnât paying attention to you at all.
Finally, Megumi met your gaze. He held your stare for a second, before shifting â looking towards something behind you. His message was glaringly apparent, albeit unspoken.
 You took half a step back, then another. Satoru was still caught up in his story, and if his students noticed you moving, they didnât feel the need to comment. It wouldnât work, something vile and fearful whispered into the back of your mind. Heâd notice, and heâd drag you to somewhere isolated and claustrophobic, and heâd break every finger on your right hand, or dislocate both your ankles, or lock you in a room so dark and so tiny that you would be able to convince yourself heâd buried you alive. It wouldnât work, but you were already three feet away from him, then ten, then twenty. At some point, Megumi shifted, taking your place just outside of Satoruâs peripheral, replacing your presence at his side. When you reached the corner of the nearest schoolhouse, you turned on your heels and ran.
Your mind raced as you made your way back to the main schoolyard, back to the front gates. You were in the backwoods, but you couldnât be that far from the city â not if youâd been able to drive here. There was bound to be a public road nearby, or better yet, a highway, something with drivers you could flag down and beg to take you as far from here as possible. Youâd pawn the ring, dye your hair, call yourself by a different name until you found someone willing to get you out of Tokyo, to get you out of Japan. Maybe, if you made it to a port city, you couldâ
You stopped abruptly about twenty feet away from the main gates. A blonde man in a suit leaned against one of the wooden beams, his face familiar but not immediately placeable. Someone working for Satoru, you thought, irrationally. Someone who wanted to stop you from getting away.
He was already looking at you. He nodded, the gesture slow and measured, and you continued to stare blankly in the direction of the gates. â(Y/n).â
His identity came to you immediately. Not Satoruâs employee, but one of his coworkers, only barely remembered from a few nights spent drinking, a handful of conversations you only barely remembered. âKento.â
Youâd taken a few beats to respond, but Kento wasnât as hesitant. âGojo said you left the city.â
âI didnât.â
âYouâre here with him?â
You swallowed. âHeâs talking to his students, right now.â
He took a moment to evaluate you â your disheveled dress, your wide eyes, the way you couldnât seem to stop breathing in shallow, panicked huffs. Should you have tried to look more sympathetic, more like a captive? Should you be talking to him at all?
 He didnât smile, didnât soften his tone into something overly sweet, overly dizzying. It was good that he didnât â or, actually, it mightâve been bad. If he had, you wouldâve forced your way past him without ever stopping to hear what he had to say. âHe was never the type to think further than he could reach,â Kento said, straightening. âIâd like to talk to you, sometime. Somewhere private.â
âI⊠Satoru doesnât really like it when Iââ
âGojo doesnât have to know.â He paused, straightened. âHonestly, Iâd prefer if he didnât.â
Something thick and acidic rose into the back of your throat. It was your turn to straighten, now, to ball your fists at your side, to let your mouth fall open andâ
And shut it again as you felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you against a broad chest. You didnât have to check to know it was Satoru. You felt his fingertips dig into your side, his chin settle onto your shoulder. âJust canât stand not to havinâ me all to yourself, huh?â His voice was low, playful. If youâd been able to think over the deafening static in your head, you wouldâve called yourself an idiot for ever thinking it was cute.
âThanks for looking after her for me.â He was talking to Nanami, now. You mightâve been grateful, if not for the ever-present pressure of his hand on your waist. âMy fiancĂ© tends to wander off.â
Kentoâs expression, as always, was near-unreadable. He seemed to catch on the word âfiancĂ©â, but whether that was because of the implication or the way Satoru seemed to bask in it, you couldnât tell.
His response was curt, polite. âCongratulations.â
You could feel Satoruâs grin against your throat. Heâd been glad to show you off in front of his students, but it almost seemed compulsory for him to flaunt you in front of Kento. âOne wrong step, and suddenly Iâm a taken man. Not that Iâd have it any other way.â His arm fell away from your waist. Rather than reaching for your hand, he took you by the wrist, his grip tight enough to bruise. âIâve gotta show the little lady a couple more things. Youâll keep an eye on the first years for me, right?â
Kento mightâve tried to answer, but you were around long enough to hear it. Satoru was already dragging you back in the direction of the schoolhouses, and willingly, you followed, keeping your head bowed and your teeth grit. It was almost a relief to know he was going to do something terrible to you. At least, while you were injured, or bound, or so heavily sedated that you couldnât remember your own name, you wouldnât be able to try to run away again. You wouldnât be able to get your hopes up, and have to bear the hollow, gnawing agony that came when they were, yet again, dragged back down and crushed under Satoruâs heel.
There were no flustered students to intercept you before you reached his classroom, this time, no stoic teachers to pretend to care that you looked so miserable. Satoru only let go of your hand once youâd crossed the threshold, once heâd shut and locked the door behind you. Idly, you wandered into the empty space at the front of the classroom, only sparing a quick glance towards the empty chalkboard, the vacant teacherâs desk, the barren walls before letting your eyes fall back to your feet. âIâm sorry,â you mumbled. âI didnât mean to do anything, butââ You almost brought up Megumi, but stopped yourself. âI⊠Iâm just sorry.â
Satoru hummed. You felt a hand on your hip first, then your side, nudging you towards the desk. When you failed to move, he chuckled and abandoned the idea of your cooperation entirely â lifting you off of your feet without a hint of strain and placing you on edge of the empty desk, positioning himself between your legs. His hands fell to either side of you, caging you between his arms. âI know, pretty girl, I know.â
âAndâAnd, your students seemed so nice, orâuh, energetic, at least. I havenât talked to anyone other than you in so long, I just didnât know what to do.â
âI get it, princess. You were always shy like that.â
Shy. Youâd never really been shy. Not before he kidnapped you, at least. Not before he took all the things youâd always told yourself that people just didnât do to each other and done them to you.
Still, you didnât correct him. âCan weâŠâ You trailed off, shrunk into yourself. âCan we go home, then? I donât want toââ
His mouth was crashing into yours before you could finish. You jerked back, but one of his hands was already on the back of your neck, keeping you in place while his tongue racked over yours and he moaned shamelessly into your mouth. Just as suddenly as heâd lounged, he drew back, his mouth falling to your throat as his free hand slipped under the skirt of your sundress.
There were a few minor differences between building dread and cold, pointed fear that youâd never noticed, before your time with Satoru â that you still managed to sometimes forget, during the brief calm patches spread throughout the course of your captivity. What youâd felt in the back of his car, that aching pressure that can only ever stand on the precipice of crushing â that was dread, all anticipation and no catharsis, your own mind doing worse things to you than Satoru ever could.
What you felt as the pad of his thumb traced over the length of your slit â that was fear.
âNo,â as your hands found his shoulders, nails burrowing down, and then, a second, later, as your eyes found the door youâd come through. âNot here, âtoru, itâsâYour students, theyâre stillââ
âYou donât have to worry, pretty girl. Iâve still got an eye on them.â His voice was airy, distant, his words only just audible in the gaps between open-mouthed kisses pressed into the curve of your throat. You could feel his saliva on your skin, the heat of his breath fanning across your jugular. Disgusting. He was disgusting. Disgusting and messy and vulgar and perverted. You were ashamed that youâd ever so much as considered loving him willingly. âIâll be quick â all youâve gotta do is sit still and look pretty.â
âBut, someone mightââ Your voice cut off as he found your clit and pressed down, immediately using too much force and too little care. You jerked forward, burying your face in the dip of his shoulder, but Satoru had only ever taken your aversion as a sign to go further, to do more. You could feel him drawing little, quick patterns into the sensitive bud through the thin fabric of your panties, and even worse, you could feel liquid heat beginning to pool in the pit of your stomach, dripping out from the space between your thighs â your own body betraying you when faced with Satoruâs coercion. âSatoru,â you whined, your pleading tone the closest thing to actual anger that he would allow. âPlease, I donât want to do this herââ
He hushed you, the noise soft and definite, and just like that, you gave up on speaking entirely.
Satoruâs impatience was unparalleled, but heâd had time to train your body to keep up with his impulsivity. By the time he pulled your panties to the side, slipping two fingers into your tight entrance, you were already wet, already waiting for something new, something more. âThatâs my girl,â Satoru muttered as he slid his ring and middle digits into your dripping cunt, only stopping once he was knuckle-deep. âAlways so bratty until you get something inside of you. It was a good thing I found you when I did, before someone else realized just how easy it was to get you all soft nâ pouty.â
His fingers curled upward, scissored apart, and you let out the smallest, weakest possible whimper â quickly cut off by a bubbling, half-choked moan. Your eyes darted to the second door; heâd been decent enough to lock the one youâd come through, but there was another, leading into a hallway that mustâve connected the disparate classrooms. It didnât have a window, meaning you wouldnât be able to see if someone walked by, wouldnât be able to know youâd been caught until it was too late to tell Satoru to stop â not that heâd listen, even if you did. Rather than drown out the feeling of Satoruâs pumping into you, it only seemed to make the sensation of his fingers battering against the walls of your cunt more acute, only seemed to heighten the awful pressure starting to mount in your core. You buried your teeth in your bottom lip, shut your eyes and buried your face that much deeper in his shoulder, but no amount of self-suppression could stifle the slick, lewd noise of his fingers thrusting into you. No amount of self-loathing could convince Satoru to shut up, no matter how strongly you willed him to choke on his own tongue and die.
âI donât think you were taking me seriously â about the whole engagement thing, I mean.â His voice was airy, almost distant. It was the same way heâd talk to you over breakfast, or when he insisted on resting his head in your lap as he told you about his day and you half-heartedly pretended to listen. âI meant it, yâknow. Iâll have to do something more romantic for the actual proposal, butââ He paused, laughed. You felt his lips ghost over your cheek, then the corner of your jaw. âI meant it. Couldnât stand the idea of putting it off any longer, âspecially not when I already knew that you were going to say yes.â
Whether he was speaking out of narcissism, cruelness, or genuine delusion, you couldnât tell. You didnât want to know. All you could seem to focus on was the terrible heat of his affection, all you could seem to do was whimper through grit teeth as he forced another finger into your hyper-sensitive cunt. âWeâll have to get married, too. I wanna do it as soon as possible â fuck, I wouldnât mind being able to call you my wife today.â You stiffened, shook your head, and Satoru huffed, amused. âRight, right â gotta pace the good stuff out. Thatâs why I love you so much, babe. If it wasnât for you, I probably wouldnât have time to breathe.â
A ragged sob escaped your pursed lips as you came undone around his fingers. He nursed you through your climax, only drawing back after youâd gone limp against him. There was another kiss, this one to the corner of your mouth, before his lips found yours â his touch suddenly gentle, featherlight. Your head fell to his collarbone as he straightened his back, but you were beyond the point of caring. You let your eyes fall entirely closed, sinking into him. At least, if someone walked in now, youâd be able to write it off as Satoru comforting you after a sudden bout of heat exhaustion, or a purely romantic (albeit, uncomfortably intimate) moment between a man and hisâ
His captive.
You could last a few more days before you fully submitted to the role of his fiancé.
You opened your mouth, unsure as to what you wanted to say but aware that you couldnât stand to sit in silence for any longer, but anything you mightâve said was swiftly and callously drowned out by the sound of rustling fabric, the weight of a hand on your hip while another positioned Satoruâs now-free cock against your entrance. For a moment, you thought about attempting to shove him away. For a moment, you thought about screaming and hoping someone was close enough to hear you.
Then, he thrust into you, and you couldnât do anything at all.
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A Thoughtâąïž that I had yesterday after watching those AITA videos and babbling in the discord:
(This is also babble to be clear. Iâve been writing this throughout the morning so it might be a bit incoherent)
The 141 is shopping for a new team member, someone to round out their four person squad into five. They have a dozen candidates, pick one that looks promising, and transfer him over under the military equivalent of âprobationaryâ status.
Pretty quickly they decide his personality alone might not make him a good fit but whatever, if heâs good at his job, theyâll suck it up. The âalpha maleâ posturing bullshit is kind of amusing in the meantime at least.
Well, first mission comes and goes. The guy isnât too bad, honestly â apart from almost picking a fight with Gaz. Skills-wise heâs as advertised, so he gets to stay a bit longer while the 141 decides if they can stand him.
Post successful mission, though, they go out for drinks at the guyâs insistence. He invites his girlfriend â who he dragged along with him â to the bar to meet his new squad. (Because he thinks thereâs no way theyâre not making him a permanent teammate.)
And the 141 may be barely tolerant of him, but they decide almost instantly that they adore his girlfriend. Sheâs incredibly charming and bubbly, doesnât even blink at Ghostâs mask. One of the first things she does is thank them for the opportunity theyâre giving her boyfriend and for keeping him alive.
Which is about the time the real issue starts.
The boyfriend says some rubbish about âan alpha doesnât need protecting, he does the protecting. He looks out for his pack.â
And you smile a bit awkwardly, looking embarrassed, and try to usher the conversation along.
It doesnât take long for him to quickly fall out of what little favor he accrued. Youâre a bright spot in their group, laughing and chatting with them all like youâve known them for years. Incredibly sensitive to asking any hard questions and sort of forcing the conversation through the weird patches where your boyfriend interjects with some inane comment.
Eventually, your boyfriend gets sick of your chattering and tells you to fetch them more drinks. Soap instantly sits up, saying you donât have to do that, but you gently wave him off. Chirp that you donât mind doing it as a thank you for their service, and weave into the crowd.
The table goes uncomfortable quiet â apart from your boyfriend, who makes some ghastly comment about how you have a pretty face but an annoying laugh. When you get back, drinks expertly balanced in your hands, Ghost goes out of his way to drop puns that get you giggling like mad.
As the night ticks later, and your boyfriend gets drunker, he reaches the point you always dread.
âGarrick, leâs arm wrestle.â
âBaby, I donât think thatâsâŠâ
âThis is between us men.â
You groan a bit and sit back. Gaz looks befuddled but shrugs and agrees. Itâs not even a contest; your boyfriendâs arm is flat to the table in all of ten seconds. Flustered, your boyfriend demands a rematch. And when he loses again, scoffs and demands a go with Soap.
You practically sink deeper and deeper into your seat before the secondhand embarrassment starts to weigh and you have to excuse yourself to the restroom. When you get back, the impromptu arm wrestling seems to be over, though your boyfriend is sulking in his corner of the booth.
When you gingerly slide back in, Price nudges you with his calf.
âWould you like a go, luv?â
You grin and shake your head. âI donât fancy a broken wrist, Captain.â
âCâmon luv, you might surprise yourself,â he teases and you canât resist the playful glint in his eye.
So you lock your thumb around his, elbow on the table, and push. And his arm incrementally goes down⊠down⊠downâŠ
âWell would you look at that,â he muses.
You burst into laughter, flattered and endeared by his indulgence.
âThat tough, eh?â Soap muses, arching an eyebrow. âLetâs see it, then.â
So you roll your eyes, fully expecting to get trounced. But just like with Price, he starts to relent when you put up resistance, making a show of straining and panting as he âloses.â When youâve won, you finally play into the joke.
âServes you right,â you tease.
By your side, you hear your boyfriend huff derisively. âOh, come on.â
Before your fun can be ruined, though, Ghost is offering you his hand, dark eyes sparkling. You bite your lip, but it doesnât hide your grin as you accept the unspoken challenge. His hand is huge around yours, but shockingly gentle. He goes down easiest of all, whistling in amazement.
âLookâit that, youâre a pro,â he says, âthink we should all be buying you a drink.â
âShe doesnât drink,â your boyfriend interjects.
You huff and settle back into the booth. âMaybe some other time, Lieutenant Riley?â
âCount on it.â
You get into an argument with your boyfriend that night. He thinks you were âchallenging his dominanceâ and âstirring the pot,â trying to sew discord and strife amongst the men to get them fighting over you. He says something about being the alpha of the group and that he would win but itâs insulting to him as your âproviderâ that you would question his authority.
Heâs tipsy as he says it though, working himself up. You just follow the usual routine of soothing, reassuring, simpering â and then considering leaving when heâs finally asleep. But youâre far from home, donât have the means to leave, and besides, you wonât be finding any support from your family on this front soâŠ
Well, itâs not so bad, you remind yourself. He can be an asshole, but so can you and it takes two to fight. Besides, he only gets really bad when heâs been drinking and thatâs only once a week? 1 out of 7 isnât a bad ratio.
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The 141 pretty much collectively decide that they adore you though. You get regularly invited to team outings, wherein your boyfriend keeps challenging (and losing) arm wrestling, while the boys coax you into âwinning.â
Theyâve also become rather adamant that you donât bring them drinks anymore.
âYouâre not our personal beer wench, yeah? Weâre able to get our own pints,â Gaz soothes.
Your boyfriend chuckles and shakes his head, imparts his âwisdomâ that itâs a femaleâs job to serve her man and his friends. As a sign of respect or something. You know itâs not an argument worth having and just sip at your drink in silence.
But you love going out with them. Love knowing the men keeping your boyfriend alive and theyâre a good bunch. Respectful and funny and disciplined â youâre kind of hoping they snap your boyfriend out of this weird âalpha maleâ phase heâs been going through. On the other hand, youâre thrilled to be making something like friends. Sure, your boyfriend has made it clear that the 141 are his friends, but theyâre always so conscious of keeping you involved and comfortable.
Then one night your boyfriend mentions what a âgood little cookâ you are and that instantly has all the boys perking up. Smiling, you offer to host during the Saturday League matches. They gleefully accept over your boyfriendâs protests about other men in his territory or something like that.
But when they do come over theyâre horrified by the unspoken expectations. You tell them to sit, that youâll bring them all drinks, with snacks on the way. Theyâll be having none of it.
Ghost helps you with drinks, Gaz chops the veggies for snacks (and dinner). Soap pops in to keep you company while you babysit simmering pots. Price helps to tidy as you go, despite youâre fussing that he really doesnât need to, he should be enjoying the games!
They end up spending more time with you in the kitchen than out in the den with their own teammate. You barely notice, swept up in the busy currents of playing hostess. When your boyfriend shouts that he needs another beer, you come back to find Price getting plates and utensils for dinner. Itâs so thoughtful you could cry.
Even worse is when they help you clean up afterwards. Each of them taking and clearing their own plates. Soap on washing big dishes, Gaz on drying. Ghost is packing up leftovers. Price is turning over the dishwasher, asking you where dishes go and tutting when you insist you should be helping.
All the while, your boyfriend stands in the doorway telling you all the ways you could improve the meal next time. And how you definitely ate too much for your body size, etc.
He only stops when Price makes a pointed comment about standing around looking pretty.
When they leave, they each sweep you up in a hug and drop a kiss on your cheek, praising your home and cooking and hosting. Soap promises that heâll get you a little souvenir on their next mission as a thank you.
And sure enough, three weeks later, the boys are coming by. Except your boyfriend is nowhere to be found â out with some other guys from the base that he says he hit it off with. The 141 insist that he agreed to a football watch again, the empty headed muppet.
And of course youâre not going to turn them away! Theyâve brought you flowers, a little matryoshka set from their last mission, chocolates and wine. Not one of them is empty handed.
âDo you even like the game?â Gaz asks as you put it on.
âMy favorite team isnât playing until tomorrow but I donât mind watching,â you answer, shrugging.
But somehow no football is watched at all. Instead they convince you to tell them your top three favorite movies, then claim none of them have ever seen any of them and they have to watch all of them.
Which is how your boyfriend finds his whole team enjoying a little movie marathon with you. Youâre on the ground with Johnny (itâs Johnny now, for you) doing his eyebrows. Gaz is braiding your hair. Ghost (Simon) is sharing a bowl of candies with you. Youâre sat against Priceâs shins, the captain sitting in your boyfriendâs chair, lounging like a king.
When you welcome him back, telling him the boys are staying the night, he tries to throw a fit about it. How dare you let four strange men stay alone with you?! You calmly remind him that he promised heâd be home by 11 and itâs already nearly 1. And besides, he trusts them with his life, youâre allowed to trust them to be polite in your own home.
With all four of his teammates watching, tense and nearly hostile, he mutters something about being tired and storms off to bed. You end up falling asleep on the couch with ghost despite yourself.
And your boyfriend becomes absolutely haunted by his teamâs (is it even his team? It feels more like yours!) affection for you.
They always invite you out even if he doesnât plan to invite you. (When did you get any of their numbers?! Never mind Ghostâs. He doesnât even have Ghostâs number.)
They stop by the flat constantly, sometimes dropping in. Other times staying for hours. Soap tells him that theyâre all one big family; that includes you. (âAlright then why donât we go hang out with one of your girlfriends?!â He had an actual nightmare about the laughter that gets him.)
And the fucking gifts. Itâs not just soap bringing you things anymore. Itâs all of them. Magnets, mugs, sweets, pretty rocks. Just garbage to your boyfriend but you treat it all like treasure. Theyâve even got you sending them on hunts for specific things. Something blue, something with nuts, something with the flag.
Then thereâs the base.
They bring you on one day â Price picks you up, the boys greet you at the barracks with coffee and breakfast. Youâre put into a big 141 hoodie that says âRileyâ on the back and toured around. Youâre supposed to be âsurprisingâ your boyfriend, but heâs busy with recruits and generally seems uninterested in being around you.
Not to worry though, the 141 is happy to show you a good time around base! Gaz and Johnny walk you through one of the obstacle courses, Simon lets you sit on his back for pushups during the last of his workout. Price takes you to the range and shows you the basics of shooting, then lets you catnap through the adrenaline drop in his office.
Your boyfriend only bothers to find you when Johnny and Simon are teaching you basic self-defense. Your boyfriend scoffs that youâre plenty protected by him, but you point out that heâs away too often to be of any real help â at which point Johnny tags you and bolts before your boyfriend can get all up in arms.
You only recognize that this little hurdle in your relationship has become a chasm when something happens. A big argument with your parents over the phone â you barely even remember what about. But instead of calling your boyfriend afterwards, your first call is to Gaz. (Because you know heâs the most likely to be free and paying attention to his phone.) Youâre almost shocked when he picks up on the second ring. Your boyfriend has never answered on the first call.
When you try to explain through poorly-restrained tears, he coos at you to find a warm coffee shop and that theyâll be right there. âTheyâ ends up being him and Johnny, since Simon and Price are locked up in an important meeting. They buy you hot chocolate and pastries while you vent to them, and end up leaving feeling better for once.
But you canât break up with your boyfriend. Because if you do, the 141 will surely stop hanging out with you, and you value their company enough to put up with it.
At least until you come home one day to find all your little gifts gone. When you ask through a tight throat where everything is, your boyfriend says he was just making space. That youâve been complaining that you two need a bigger flat, but now heâs solved the problem without wasting money.
You actually raise your voice for once, throwing an entire fit because this. This is the last straw. You storm into your bedroom, slam and lock the door, and call the 141.
A small part of you expects theyâll take his side or something. But nope. Simon soothes you on the other end, that the whole squad will be there in fifteen and to pack your stuff.
You do so while Price takes over and keeps you level. Reminds you of essentials to pack and explains that youâll be coming to stay at his place, since heâs got off-base housing. Itâll be quiet and cozy and safe while you recover.
Five minutes away, they promise to be right there and end the call.
You could absolutely scream when your boyfriend â ex boyfriend â starts banging on the door. Demanding that you open the door to him. That youâre being over dramatic and blowing everything out of proportion. Using the âyour emotional and irrationalâ line that youâve heard a thousand times and are just about sick of.
Your heart stutters with relief when you hear the knocking at the apartment door, confused silence as your ex goes to see who it is. You take that moment to slip out, packed suitcase in hand.
You startle a bit at some commotion, round the corner to see your exâs shirt bunched up in Johnnyâs fists, looking ready kill him. No one seems inclined to pull him away; neither are you.
âHow are you holding up, luv?â Gaz asks gently as Simon takes your bag.
âBeen better,â you admit, sniffling as Price wraps you up in a hug.
âIt was just things, luv,â he soothes, âweâll get you a million more, if you like.â
You pull back to give him a miserable look. âBut they were my things and they didnât have to go anywhere. He just threw them out.â
Johnny snarls something out, but Gaz is already ushering you out the door. You tell your family about the break up through text and then shut off your phone, bundled into the backseat of an SUV with Gaz in the backseat. Price is in the front, all of you waiting for Simon and Johnny to come down.
âWhat now?â you ask quietly.
âWell, about time we cut that knob loose,â Price muses. âBut thatâs not your problem anymore.â
âOhâŠ
âAnd you, luv.â He looks at you through the rear view. âYou get whatever you want.â
#cod#thoughtsâąïž#my writing#fanfiction#reader fic#polycule#poly 141#misters steal your girl#get it? misters plural. because they all steal that girl
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he does it so well
summary ⯠hot things they do.
includes ⯠dan heng, gepard, blade, sampo, & jing yuan.
tana's words ⯠struggling with writing requests rn so i wrote something short to clear writer's block. im sorry guys i'll get to them soon i promise đ
dan heng
⯠waits for you before turning the page on a book. he notices that you are reading along with him and waits for you to signal that you're ready before carrying on.
⯠private > public. he will brush your hand in public but he will be all over you in private. instead of only brushing your hand, dan heng will be brushing up on you. more touchy in private than in public.
⯠pushes the hair out of your face when it's getting in your way. but he does it in a more sensual way. his fingers graze your lips as he agonizingly drags his hand through your hair.
⯠long day? melts into your body at night. runs his hands up and down your arms as a way to relieve stress?? leans his head into your neck and sighs so dreamily??? like hello?? lips grazing your neck???
⯠hot morning voice. raspy and rough. also kind of scratchy. when he tells you, "five more minutes," how could you say no to THAT voice? he knows of this effect and makes sure to use it to his full advantage
⯠very observant. knows everything you like; knows your routines; knows you. he's the first to compliment you if you got a haircut or new outfit/nails/whatever. it always make you blush bc how is he always the first one to figure these things out?!?@#$%
⯠gets jealous a little too easily. doesn't do anything verbal about it. opts for being a little more touchy than usual. he thinks it's embarrassing and he wants to hide his face into his pillow when you tease him about it.
⯠lip biter. not when y'all are kissing, but when he tries to hide his smile or his laugh he bites his lip. you find it so cute and you just want to grab him and just connect your lips with his.
⯠nerd. hot sexy nerd. he'll tell you about animals and mitosis and python and he's just so intelligent. helps you with problem solving things (probably puzzles idk) and he stands/leans over you with his breath dancing on the back of your neck.
⯠jawline kisser. if he wants something from you he gives chaste kisses to your jawline. he does that when he's bored too ig. very big on jaw kisses and secretly loves when you flush because of them.
gepard
⯠blushes when you compliment him. he looks so adorable you just wanna pinch his cheeks and smother him. he gets even more embarrassed
⯠big domestic guy. ntm on casual stuff or situationships. if he wants you, he'll let you know (even if he's blushing his way through it).
⯠he is not shy. in the beginning he might be a little shy, but later on the relationship he'll get bolder. chaste kisses on the lips becomes long make-out sessions on his bed after a rather tiring day on the front lines. and if he hasn't seen you in a while... i will let you guys interpret.
⯠leans down to listen to you. he's literally gigantic and when he LEANS DOWN just to hear what you say... and it's so innocent too but the way you look up at him doesn't make it so innocent anymore...
⯠pins you to the wall on accident. may or may not be inspired by teenage dream. anyway, he does a lot of hot things on accident and doesn't even realize it. so you are trying not to explode while gepard is enjoying his merry day while caging you underneath him.
⯠acts like a knight since u always make jokes that he's your "knight in shining armor." so dedicated that he kisses your knuckles out of nowhere and it makes you want to FAINT. like you could be reading and (out of nowhere) he takes your hand away from your book and kisses ur knuckles. AND HE HOLDS EYE CONTACT WHILE DOING IT.
⯠flirty without knowing it. says something cute and flirty but doesn't realize it until you say something. and he says it so calmly too; like drops it into a convo
⯠runs a hand through your hair before you two sleep. he just wants to keep you close and he just wants to feel you because he never gets to come home often.
⯠ROLLS UP. HIS SLEEVES. TO HIS FOREARMS. he does this when he's particularly stressed. like come here i can show you a way to destress (i'm so sorry).
blade
⯠he's only shirtless when YOU are around. he trusts you enough to show all of himself around you. you are reliable and trustworthy enough to be able to know the entirety of him: his body, his mind, his past, etc.
⯠intensely loyal to you. like if he had to choose between the world and you he would obviously choose you. would do anything for you, would buy anything for you, would steal anything for you: you guys get the gist.
⯠he's so loving only towards you. silver wolf and kafka like to tease him for it (especially silver wolf... bc how can he play a game with you and not her). he does little things for you, like picking lint off of your outfit or pulling your hair back when you're eating something. or pulling your hair back when you're doing something...
⯠LOVES when you wear his clothing. his shirt his jacket ANYTHING. whatever it is, he will be going crazy for it. has a thing for when you wear his shirts; you just look so good and you're wearing something that's HIS. not anyone else's; HIS SHIRT.
⯠has a little possessive streak. it's not a weird and overprotective possessive thing tho. more so, "no silver wolf you are not going to force them to play games with you." maybe it's more overprotective than possessive, but secretly he wants you all to himself and he does NOT want to share.
⯠speaking of being overprotective, he is also just regular protective. he walks on the side near the road so you don't have to. he grabs your arm to pull you away from something dangerous. he shields you so he'll get hit before you. yk, cute stuff like that. your safety is his priority, no matter what.
⯠he is the type to be like, "who did this to you??" and he WILL be hunting that person down. but not without urgently caring for you first.
⯠his touch is so filled with emotion, genuineness, earnestness, and sincere. i hc that blade doesn't have much relationship experience and he isn't very wordy, so when he hugs you or touches you, all of his emotions are poured into his hands/fingers/etc. all of what he feels for you (which is very much) is shown in his physical touch.
sampo
⯠MANSPREADS. i said it. HE IS A MANSPREADER. elbows resting on top of his knees as he says something super coy or flirty towards you, and sometimes you even have to PHYSICALLY avert your eyes away.
⯠a tease. if you lean in for a kiss, he'll lean backwards. if he's missing you, his fingertips will dance along the bare skin of your sides, and then he'll pull away to make you want him as much as he wants you. he is so INFURIATING.
⯠if he flusters you and you blush n try to cover your face with something (literally anything), he'll grab whatever you're holding so he could see your face. to him, you look the prettiest when you're smiley and flustered, such as in those situations.
⯠if you're going on a long tangent about something, he'll kiss you on your lips randomly. he doesn't mind your rambling, he thinks it's adorable, which is why he does it. it always leaves you with your jaw dropped before you could continue what you were saying.
⯠the type to lock himself in a closet with you but on accident. you guys don't know how you two even got into that situation, but sampo is with you, so he couldn't be happier. big quality time guy.
⯠brings you little trinkets or gifts based on his "business" adventures. whenever he sees something, he gets it for you. his mind is usually racing about you anyway, so he can't help himself when he develops a spending problem because of you
⯠sings with you to songs. you could be singing in the shower and then you hear this agitating, grating voice. he's a terrible singer, but he'll do anything as long as you're there with him, so he sings with you anyway.
jing yuan
⯠wakes up and the first thing he does is admire you. he studies every single one of your facial features, acting as if he's never seen them before when he wakes up to your face every day. he finds beauty all around you: in your sleeping face, on the bridge of your nose, the pout of your lips when you're asleep. he just loves all of you.
⯠a flirt and PROUD. he's bold with his quips. not afraid of initiating affection in public but he prefers private which i think is much sexier.
⯠neck kisser. heavy on neck kisses (especially in the morning). practically an entire body kisser tbh. he can't get enough of you, and in a world where loneliness strives (immortality), he's grateful that he has you for the time being.
⯠grabs your chin and tilts your head up if he wants you. he doesn't do it forcefully, more like a gentle smush. he locks eyes with you and omfg it makes your heart beat sm. like why are you looking at me LIKE THAT. so sensually or whateva....
⯠urges you to come closer to him so he can whisper something in your ear. when do you come closer to him, he pulls you by the waist and gets super close to your ear. like lips brushing your ear. and he blows a raspberry in it. so stupid but too lovable.
⯠lies down in your lap if you two are lounging together. since he's so busy, he doesn't get to lounge around often, so he likes to be as close to you as possible.
⯠if he wants to kiss you, you will know. not because he'll tell you. but because of the specific LOOK he gives you. his eyes are narrowed under the spell of seduction, focusing only on your lips. his mouth is slightly parted like he is ready to kiss you, and the way he tilts his head down...
⯠patient for you. will wait for you even when he is dying to feel you once again. he has to deal with yanqing so he holds a lot of patience. but he won't rush you with anything, lets you move at your own pace, and gives you help if needed. overall sweet guy.
i hope this motivates me into finishing my requests
#tana writes (âÂŽ áš `â)#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr#hsr x reader#dan heng x reader#dan heng x you#gepard x reader#gepard x you#blade x reader#blade x you#hsr blade#gepard landau x reader#sampo x reader#sampo koski#sampo x you#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan x you
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filling the void (9) II a.putellas
part of the filling the void universe ft solstrÄle from @girlgenius1111 family line series filling the void (9) II a.putellas
you twirled a pen between your fingers as your gaze flickered downward, tapping your phone and rolling your eyes seeing another five minutes had passed without a text, solstrÄle now nearly fifteen minutes late and not any sort of explanation offered.
at first youâd wondered if maybe she got lost, but alexia had already told you that mapi had shown solstrĂ„le exactly where the library was.Â
your sister herself had locked you in her car and refused to let you out today until you promised to be nice, after insisting on picking you up from work and dropping you off to your little study session to âsave you a walk, which really you knew was just her way of ensuring you didnât bail.
not that you had plans to, but you were starting to wonder if solstrÄle was.
alexia had at least followed through on her part of the study deal, and with some sly timing on your shopping trip inside her closet and olga keeping the blonde distracted during, youâd wound up with more than you were promised, much to alexiaâs disdain once she noticed a couple of days later exactly what was missing.
having been raised right you were more than ready to be nice and attempt again to break through solstrĂ„leâs awkward interior as you arrived and made your way to the breakout room youâd booked.Â
after filling mapi in on what happened at the game and how you were sure solstrĂ„le already disliked you, mapi was quick to assure it wasnât you, ingrids sister was justâŠquiet.Â
so trying to prepare best you could for what was in its entirety a new experience for you, youâd spent the morning sourcing some worksheets online and scouring your room for your old textbooks.
having given most of them away you at least still had a couple of basic ones from your final year of school, but you also just had no idea where the norwegian youâd be tutoring was even up to or what bar her spanish she specifically would want and need help with.
however now, still in your work scrubs with a hoodie tossed over the top and the beginning dull throb of an impending headache settling behind your eyes, your willingness and readiness to be so nice to the clearly time poor norwegian was wagering on paper thin.
tapping your nails against the desk you briefly considered leaving, a quick check showing the next bus you could take home was in five minutes and the stop was right outside, but just as you were preparing to pack up your things there was a knock on the door.
the taller brunette didnât wait for you to say anything, the knock seeming more to let you know sheâd arrived as she closed the door behind her and slumped down in the seat across from you, backpack dumped on the table and not a single word of conversation offered.
âllegas tarde.â you raised an eyebrow and stared her down as she looked right back at you blankly and your eyes rolled. âyou are late.â you repeated in english, the norwegian shrugging and mumbling a quiet seemingly unbothered apology.
knowing that holding onto the anger simmering inside you would only make this even less productive you paused to calm yourself, twisting albaâs bracelet on your wrist and counting to five in your head before deciding to just start this all over fresh.
âum i do not really know where to start. do you have homework?â you guessed might be a decent starting point, the girl nodding wordlessly and moving to unzip her bag, pulling out a few loose worksheets as you cringed at the obvious disorganisation hidden within her backpack.
she slid the worksheets across the table as you flipped them around and scanned them, noting some were history and rest spanish language and literature. âdo you have one you want to do more?â you questioned, solstrĂ„le only shrugging. âvale. or we could work on your spanish?â another silent shrug.
you could feel your patience being tested with each passing moment she remained quiet, trying to remind yourself over and over what mapi said about this taking some time, but this was rapidly seeming much more impossible than you were lead to originally believe.
âis there things you ah, struggle with? with spanish?â you questioned further, another shrug as you inhaled sharply and again counted to five in your head.
âbien. let us work through this then, I think I remember this case study.â you mumbled, scooting your chair around the table so the two of you could both read the worksheet right side up, not missing the way the older girl was fast to tense up and lean right away from you.
you tried not to be offended, subtly sniffing yourself and frowning when all you could smell was the perfume youâd spritzed yourself with, maybe it was too strong or she just had a sensitive sense of smell.
none the less taking your time you read through the first question, trying to speak slowly and clearly, well aware english was not either of your native languages. âdid you bring the article?â you asked, checking the papers sheâd put down and not able to find it in the small stack.Â
âa yes or no would work.â you remanded when once more all you got was a shrug, followed by an eye roll and a hand shoved into the backpack.
âhow do you even find the right paper in there?â you asked with a disturbed look, solstrĂ„le pausing to glare at you, mumbling something you didnât understand and assumed was norwegian.
âhere.â finally, a word, but you jumped with the force she slammed the paper down onto the desk with.Â
âno, this is not it.â you scanned the first few sentences and shook your head. âwell you have read it? why do you need it then?â the girl questioned bluntly and you were most taken aback by what was easily the longest sentence youâd heard leave her mouth.
âso we can answer these, because you will need quotes for these first three.â you managed to get out with a hardened jaw, flaring your nostrils as the brunette snatched the paper back and shoved it into her bag.
âsolstrĂ„le. do you have the paper?â you asked firmly when a minute went by and she made no other move. once more, a muted shrug, and then you realised something you might have been overlooking.
âcan you not read this? the spanish?â you asked a little more bluntly than intended, tired from a long day and what felt like a pointless exercise in patience, but it would seem youâd struck a nerve you hadnât meant to with the taller girl none the less.Â
âi can read spanish. i do not know what mapi told you but are you supposed to be helping me? because all you are doing is asking stupid questions. it has been thirty minutes and we have done nothing, this is a waste of time!â the norwegian scoffed as you stopped, sizing her up with narrowed eyes.Â
âwell you were late so i was already here for fifteen minutes doing nothing anyway, and i have been asking questions so i know what to help you with! but all i get is-â you pulled a face and aggressively shrugged your shoulders a few times clearly mocking the taller girl who gave you a glare.Â
âalexiaâs super little sister, everyone says you are so smart. can you not see i do not want your help? you want to be a doctor no? so go find someone who does!â solstrĂ„le grunted and now you were the one to scoff, pushing your chair back and shooting to your feet, rounding the table and collecting your things.
âeres un maldito idiota!â you spat, your temper well and truly unleashed now as all of your work to minimise the frustrations with the sullen girl across from you melted to nothing as your head was boiling.
âsnobbete kjerring.â came the reply she knew you wouldnât understand, your things all shoved into your bag now as you muttered angry rapid spanish under your breath, having reached the end of your rope you didnât care if she understood you or not.
âyou know i did this as a favour tonta. i have worked all day, i came right here after my shift on time. i have my own studies to do too because yes i want to be a nurse. i am smart and i know what i want to do with my life. maybe if you get your head out of your own ass engen, you might too! and you are right this is a waste of time, my time!â and with that you stormed out of the room, beelining for the bus stop and cursing every foul word you knew under the sun toward the girl youâd left behind.
~
if nobody knew you were in a mood from the way you ignored the family group chat trying to make weekend plans about alexiaâs game and a barbeque and left everyone on read, it became glaringly obvious with the way the front door slammed after you as you stomped inside, alba glancing up from her phone as you dropped your bag on the table.
you threw open the refrigerator still muttering angrily under your breath and ignoring her greeting toward you, grabbing out a punnet of strawberries and swinging it harshly closed again.Â
then without a word you snatched the unopened can of lemonade your sister had in her hand, flopping yourself down on the couch with a huff and another quiet angry grumble, angrily shoving a strawberry in your mouth with a scowl.
alba whistling under her breath spun around on the stool she was sat on, knowing youâd come from your study session and your current tense mood coupled with the fact you were home an hour earlier than expected was all she needed to know it clearly hadnât gone well.
âlo que pasĂł?â she appeared in front of you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised as you took an aggressive sip of lemonade and shook your head.
âno quiero hablar de ello.â you grumbled, not looking at her and instead flicking through the recordings trying to find the latest episode of your favourite reality tv dating show.
âbien.â alba shrugged, taking a seat beside you and counting down in her head as you continued to button mash the poor remote in your hand. three, two, oneâŠ
âdios mĂo solstrĂ„le is such an asshole! first she was late without a reason or an apology, then she ignored me and refused to speak, then she would not tell me what the problem she wanted to study was? then all she did was-â once again you aggressively shrugged your shoulders up and down as your sister hid a smile behind her hand, the older girl for once not wanting to wind you up any further and knowing you needed to let this out as you rambled on and on.
â-she belongs in your class, your niños are smarter than she is at least they know how to speak and listen at the same time! imbĂ©cil estĂșpida. i am not doing that again! alexia canâŠwell she can take a hike!â you decided with a snarl, alba now unable to hide the belt of laughter which left her mouth as you shot her a mean glare.
âwhere did you learn that saying? take a hike? quĂ© significa eso?â your sister laughed as you rolled your eyes.
âone of your american rom coms?â alba mocked making quotations with her finger as you scowled and shoved her, admittedly having quite the fascination for seemingly silly english speaking love movies which was how youâd gotten much better at speaking and understanding it in the first place.
âdo you want some advice hermanita?â alba asked after a few moments of tense silence as you shrugged, a slight snicker leaving your sisters mouth as you clocked the gesture would seem slightly hypocritical given your previous rant.
âno? vale! good luck saying no to ale after you stole half her closet diablillo.â alba held her hands up and walked away leaving you to stew in your anger a little while longer.Â
though as you sat and thought and stewed, you realised some advice would not go to waste and of all people alba would probably be the most qualified to provide it.
so with a huff you stood to your feet, alba already hearing your footsteps head toward where she was sat out on the back deck soaking up the last few hours of sun before the door slid open and she glanced up.
âadvise me por favor.â you sat down beside her and gestured for her to speak as your sister snatched the lemonade from your hand and took a mouthful, placing the can down out of reach and turning to face you properly.
âhave you thought about how this feels for solstrĂ„le?â alba questioned at first though you could tell from her tone it was rhetorical and didnât beg an answer.
âshe is in a new country, learning a new language, at a new school, where everyone else is years and years and years ahead. then you come along when you are born here, you speak the language, you have finished school. you find things easy, but solstrĂ„le will not and maybe she also does not know what she actually needs help with fresa, only that she is struggling.â alba continued as you slowly nodded to show you were listening.
ânow imagine if you had to move to norway, you had to learn norwegian but learn it mostly it in english, when spanish is your native language, and all from a girl who you donât know with a weird accent who thinks she knows everything. then the entire plan is not even your idea but something you feel you need to do because your hermana suggested you need it, so you already go into it thinking your hermana thinks you cannot do it yourself.â alba spoke slowly as again you nodded, feeling your anger slowly melt away as the cogs of your brain ticked over.
âi do not think i know everything.â you grumbled with a huff, fixed with a look of disbelief as you rolled your eyes, maybe you could come across as a know it all sometimes. âyou have a god complex fresita and it is alexiaâs fault for always telling you that you are perfect.â alba quipped with a snort, silencing you with a raised eyebrow before she continued
âthen this girl with a weird accent asks you lots of questions about norwegian but she asks you in english, that you probably do not know the answer to, and she has a short temper, a hot head, not much patience, and gives up after one time when she is not even trying her best. would you not be maybe a little bit frustrated? confused? embarrassed?â alba questioned again and now you knew she expected an answer as your body seemed to sag.
âsĂ, serĂa difĂcil, then i called her an idiota and just stormed off!â you exhaled heavily, things suddenly now a little more in perspective as you dragged your hands down your face. âestĂĄ bien tonta, not everyone is built for teaching, especially not hot heads.â alba chuckled patting your knee as you peeked out from behind your hands giving her a look of annoyance.
âis there some advice coming soon puta?â âdid you not hear what i just said about patience?â
âespere, mapi is calling me.â you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket, still on silent after the work day as you fished it out and clicked accept.
âhola mapi, i do not know what-â you started completely ready for the spaniard to start yelling at you but you were surprised at what followed next.
âfresa have you seen solstrĂ„le? her location cut off, she was supposed to already be home and she is not answering her phone. did you see her leave? did she drive?â mapi asked in a tone more serious than you think youâd ever heard, the edge of worry to her voice obvious as you frowned.
âno we finished up early, i did not see her leave i took the bus home aboutâŠtwo hours ago?â you tried to guess, mapi thanking you bluntly and hanging up before you could even say another word.
you tried to brush it off, as a teenager yourself you often made excuses not to have to come home on time, and if you werenât so scared about driving and had your license you were certain the freedom of a car would be tempting.
but as alba began to try and lay out how you would be better to tackle your next session, you couldnât shake the weird pin prick of something sitting at the back of your head about the stony norwegian, and just maybe you were a little concerned about if she was okay, and that if god forbid something had happened, was it partially your fault?
~
"fresa valentina putellas segura!" you looked up from your phone and exhaled heavily, wincing at the use of your full name and glaring over your shoulder toward elena who shrugged and sent you a knowing smile, busy on a phone call as you heard the car door close.
"i could have gotten a lift home with elena mami." you mumbled, groaning as another car door shut and both your sisters scrambled out of the car, clearly bickering over something as they pushed and shoved one another in their haste to get over to where you were sat.
"elena is who called me! i had to find out from her that you were at the hospital? hablas en serio?" your mami huffed, smacking the back of your head as you pulled a face and rubbed it with a scowl.
"we should go and yell at the nurses for not calling you sooner mami, she is a baby!" alexia chimed in as she and alba arrived and you closed your eyes and sighed again, looking up to the sky as your face was warmed with sunshine, trying to drown out the three lectures which washed over you from the women stood fussing around you.
"we are not at the hospital, it is a medical centre and i am almost eighteen. once you are over sixteen you can make your own medical decisions, and i am fine." you reminded with another sigh, hearing footsteps and cracking an eye open to watch your mami march away from the bench you were sat on to go and talk to elena who was now off the phone.
"you are still a baby. venga alba, get her crutches." your eldest sister ordered as you sat up properly, sharply smacking the girls hands away as she hissed and narrowed her eyes at you in a glare.
"i can get them myself! i can walk without them but they would not let me leave unless i took them, la doctora era tan dramĂĄtica." you grumbled in annoyance, only having mildly sprained your ankle and insistent that everyone was over reacting from the moment you fell.
it had been a harmless accident, however it had looked a lot worse than it was.
you'd just finished taking an elderly gentlemens vitals after you'd already collected his blood, the vials labelled and stored properly out back you'd been on your way back to the room to advise the gentlemen could leave, but you'd not been paying attention to the floor.
the clinic currently had a student on for work placement week, a meek and quiet fifteen year old boy who looked terrified anytime someone spoke to him, and with the way he went pale at the sight of blood it had you all wondering just who at his school he'd wronged to end up on placement here of all places.
it would seem he'd somehow dropped and smashed a few vials of someones blood after being asked to carry them back to the storeroom, and while he was busy stumbling through apologies to the nurse he was assigned to shadow for the day, elena, he'd not made any sort of effort to clean up.
so without a warning sign of any kind at least you hadn't looked down to see what you were hurrying toward and before you could blink you'd slipped over with a loud thump and you were covered in someone elseâs blood.
of course without knowing the context of what happened the moment your coworkers appeared there had been all sorts of chaos that followed, everyone checking you for wounds and cuts as patients were hurried back into the collection rooms and nobody listened to the student trying to stammer out what had actually happened.
none the less you'd managed to land awkwardly on your ankle and not able to put much pressure on it your boss mateo had insisted you go get it x-rayed to rule it out of being anything serious, shutting down your protests with a firm look and ordering elena to drive you.
so thankfully with spare scrubs always handy you'd been able to change, not able to think of much worse than sitting at the medical centre covered in blood and the looks that would attract when you explained the issue was only your ankle.
you'd managed to charm your way out of anyone at work calling your mami, assuring she would be busy at her own job with her phone in her locker, and you'd just call one of your sisters once you knew what was wrong not wanting to panic anyone without a need.
however elena knowing you all too well knew you'd try to keep this to yourself and as you were being x-rayed it seemed she had slyly called eli to inform her of what had happened. which of course in your family may as well have been a bat signal for everyone to panic and over-react, exactly what you'd wanted to avoid in the first place.
"put your arms around my neck pequeña." alexia instructed as you gave her a look of disbelief. "alexia. eres sordo? i said i can walk myself!" you huffed, trying to stand up as alba pushed you back down onto the bench, snatching your crutches and she was off toward the car.
"cuĂdate chica, i will let mateo know what happened and i am sure he will give you the rest of the week off to recover. after all we have the student to help out!" elena appeared and squeezed your shoulder, grinning at the glare you gave her as she winked and hurried away to her own car before you could say a word, eli calling out another thank you as she did.
"and you will be taking the time off fresa." your mamiâs gaze shifted to you and warned sharply as you groaned, already over all of the fussing yet you knew it had barely begun.
"estoy bien! i can work in reception and sit at the front desk, do admin and stay off my ankle and-" you tried to argue, falling silent at the fierce looks sent your way both by eli and alexia, crossing your arms and scowling.
"sĂ, me tomarĂ© tiempo libre." you begrudgingly agreed with a sigh, eli nodding happily before she hurried off into the medical centre ignoring your yells after her that you already had everything you needed.
"derecha hermanita, arms around my neck." alexia repeated herself expectantly as she leaned down a little closer and once more you scoffed. "i can walk! alĂ©jate de mĂ." you growled, trying to stand and grunting as again you were pushed back down.
"alexia!" "you are not walking to the car." "vale, i will sleep on this bench then." you puffed out stubbornly with a shake of your head.
"deja de ser idiota! you can put your arms around my neck and i will carry you, or i will pick you up over my shoulder como un bebé pequeño." your sister threatened seriously and judging by the look on her face you knew she was far from joking.
so mumbling about how embarrassing this was you did as she requested, knowing the alternative was worse, alexias arms wrapping around you as you were picked up and off the bench, were grateful there weren't many people around to see this as your sister carried you fireman style to the car.
"esto es ridĂculo." you muttered bitterly, alexia going as far as to do your seat belt up for you as alba sat in the front and your mami reappeared, a copy of your x-ray and some other papers in hand as alexia sat in the passenger seat fussing over you and you squeezed your eyes closed.
this was going to be far more painful than your ankle was.
~
"por el amor de dios it is a sprain! a mild sprain! not a break, or a fracture, or a-" but your protests fell on deaf ears as alexia lowered you down onto the sofa and ignored you, chattering away to alba about everything they assumed you needed.
youâd already had to fight them off not to shower and dress you like a child when youâd returned home, both girls settling for hovering right outside the bathroom door like guard dogs.
with eliâs help you utilised the shower chair sheâd refused to touch throughout her own recovery to take the pressure off your ankle, sighing in relief as youâd washed the days events off of you.
"elevate and ice!" your mami called out from the kitchen where she was already prepping things for lunch, alba tossing alexia an ice pack, a tea towel already slung over your eldest sisters shoulder as your jaw clenched.
you hissed as alexia grabbed your ankle, lifting your leg to slide a pillow beneath and giving you a look. "mild?" she scoffed as you glared and grumbled something under your breath about how even mild sprains hurt when someones nails dig into them.
"mild, read the papers tonta! mami has about four copies." you muttered with a roll of your eyes, wincing as alexia wrapped a tea towel around your ankle to secure the ice pack to it, apologising quietly as she adjusted your ankle to sit comfortably on the pillow it was propped on.
âthis is like when diablillo broke her toe.â alba chuckled at the memory, alexia trying to hide a wince as your eyes locked in on her and narrowed into a glare. âand whose fault was that?â
eli had been enjoying a couple of hours of peace, alba not yet home from school, alexia at training and a much younger you dead asleep in bed after a psychology appointment, pulled out of school at lunch time to attend.
to try and take your mind off of the contents of the appointment, which given you were five years old and learning what grief was in the wake of your papiâs passing were always emotionally taxing, eli had taken you grocery shopping.
big mistake.
youâd always been a very confident, outgoing and sure of yourself child, having to be in order to keep up with your big loud family and especially your strong willed sisters. so it was no surprise that the moment eli pulled out her list you were taking it off of her and charging away.
but you werenât good at following the list so nearly every second thing you tossed into the cart, your mami took out and put back, sighing at your protests and attempts to rationalise the purchase, list taken out of your possession and an agreement made if you wouldnât sit in the cart you had to have a hand on it at all times.
but the other part of that agreement, granted you stuck to it which was becoming increasingly hard given everything you wanted was just out of reach with how eli strategically parked the cart in each aisle, was that at the end of it you could choose something as a reward.
your mami already knew what your choice would be so it was no surprise when finally as everything was ticked off the list and you were given the green light you raced right to the produce section, eli lifting you up onto her hip so you could properly survey the punnets and punnets of strawberries in front of you.
however when almost twenty minutes later when you still hadnât made a choice your mami was starting to lose patience, gently trying to hurry you along as she watched you carefully survey each and every strawberry with narrowed eyes.
finally, one was chosen, and it had seemed the grocery trip coupled with your appointment earlier in the afternoon had wiped you out, falling asleep in the car on the way home as your mami slowly woke you, hand in hers and leading you to your bedroom where you crashed out right on top of the covers, red tightly in hand.
but now a couple of hours later it seemed eliâs peace was about to end as alba came tearing in the door, chattering away on her phone and your mamiâs eyes rolled watching her once neatly organised kitchen become anything but as your hormone filled teenage sister piled a plate high with some post school fuel.
alexia was next, flying through the door and bringing jenni with her of course, their chattering filling the house as alba spoke louder in return on the phone, retreating to her room with a slam of her door as the noise jolted you awake.
your mami shook her head, watching your sister and her girlfriend rummage through the refrigerator just as alba had done moments ago, the once fully stocked shelves already beginning to clear out in just a matter of a few minutes.
everyone greeting eli the woman was grateful she was still able to sit and read her book, both your sisters old enough not to need her attention the way you did, but moving to the living room and with her head buried in literature she missed alexia grab out your specially selected strawberries.
however it was the very first thing you noticed as you tiredly padded into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes and blinking to try and clear them of sleep, jenni noticing you first with a grin and bending down to open her arms for a hug. you were more than ready to wander into them however before you could take another step alexia bit into a strawberry and you gasped, suddenly wide awake.
âale those are mine! volver a ponerlos!â you demanded angrily, stomping on over as your sister chuckled and shook her head, jenni standing again with a defeated sigh that youâd rejected her hug.
âyou do not own all the fresones in this house monstruito.â alexia grinned, biting into another one just to wind you up as you huffed and glared up at her, she was always at her most annoying after sheâd trained and was full of endorphins as your mami tried to explain to you.
âi own those! they are mine i bought them today at the market with mami!â you tried to explain, attempting to climb up onto the counter to grab them but your little feet wouldnât grip onto the stone walls of the counter as you watched on uselessly as now jenni took a bite.
âoh do you want one?â alexia smirked, one hand pressed to your forehead holding you off as she held a strawberry down to you but just out of reach, grinning as you reached for it with frustrated little grunts.
alexia nodded for jenni to tip out the rest of the punnet into a small bowl on the counter, grabbing the seemingly empty container theyâd once been in and letting you go, putting what appeared to be the last strawberry into her mouth with a content sigh.
âaquĂ monstruito.â your sister handed you the empty container as your jaw dropped and you looked up at her in disbelief, a smug smile on the older girls face as jenni nudged her in the back that maybe this was taking the teasing a little too far.
letting out a war cry you charged at her but alexia already anticipated the attack, easily holding you off again with a hand covering your face, words muffled against her palm as your arms swung trying to connect with any part of her body.
but when that didnât work you resorted to plan b, winding your leg up and kicking at her as hard as you could, your foot bouncing off of her bare shin and you felt something crack, stopping your movement all together as alexiaâs grin was wiped away watching your face pale.
âhey hey hey hermanita-â but right as she squatted down to try and check in you let out a blood curdling scream, falling to the ground and holding your foot as suddenly the kitchen was full of people, everyone fussing over you as you pushed both of your sisters away, only accepting eliâs arms which scooped you up and sat you on the counter.
âno! te odio!â you screamed at alexia who tried to move in to hug you, the eighteen year old flinching away as if sheâd been burned, alba moving in instead as you pushed your face into her stomach and gripped her school shirt in your hands as eli ever so gently moved your leg, dodging the way it kicked out in reflex.
âoh mi nena, i think you might have broken your big toe.â
safe to say your sisters both learned a very valuable lesson about how far to take things when pushing you around and teasing you that day, alexia especially.
"do you not have anything else better to do than fuss and annoy me capitana?" you grumbled sarcastically, eyes rolling yet again as your sister fluffed and prepped the cushions behind your back now, karate chopping them making you snicker with slight amusement at the concentration on her face as she did so.
"tiene razón mija, look at the time you should go, you have that meeting!" eli called out in agreement as alexia hummed. "and don't you have niños to dumb down?" you leaned back and looked up at your middle sister who was stood behind the couches, a brush and tie in hand as she grabbed your hair and started to scrape it up into a bun despite the fact your arms were fine and you could easily do it yourself.
"alba!" you yelped as the flat side of the brush smacked against your forehead. "don't hit her puta she's hurt!" alexia reached over and shoved the younger girl who rolled her eyes and tilted your head back to kiss your forehead in a silent apology as you made an indignant huff and jerked away from her.
"student free day." alexia explained on alba's behalf, seemingly satisfied with how she'd smacked and poked the cushions into order behind you, and you had to admit you were quite comfortable.
"if you need anything you tell mami or alba, do not get up!" your sister warned sternly, giving you the firm captains look you knew struck fear into her teammates but did nothing much for you as you raised your eyebrows in acknowledgement.
"fresa valentina-" "bien i will not move! vĂĄyase and stop with the middle name." you groaned shooing your hands for her to leave. "te quiero, do not do anything stupid!" she warned shoving your head to the side as you mocked her under your breath.
"more like anything else stupid." alba chimed in from the kitchen, your middle finger popping up at her as your mami clicked her tongue in disapproval.
"what?" you sighed as still alexia stayed standing in front of you expectantly. "i am not saying it back." you turned on the tv with a shrug, browsing for what to watch as your sister huffed and finally moved out of the way.
overhearing alexia tell eli that she and olga would be back for dinner you groaned, knowing everyone would be fussing over you despite the fact you were fine.
âcan olga come and you stay home? your home.â you suggested, your mami clicking her tongue again with a huff as now alexia flipped you off making you grin and return the gesture.Â
âdibujar!â alba cried out as she joined in, now all three of you using both your hands to flip one another off with matching grins as eli sighed, having flashbacks to when you were all much younger.
âbasta de esto! I raised you three better than this.â your mami smacked a wooden spoon against the counter as all three of you flinched at the memories which came with the sound and immediately dropped your hands as the shorter women nodded, quite pleased that still worked as alexia yelled another goodbye and finally made her way out.
~
âelena you are not taking me to my bedroom, iâm fine.â you huffed a couple days later, your sisters and mami both having been hovering relentlessly all week which was more than starting to grate on you, not even allowed to go and have some peace and quiet in your own room, banished to the sofa like a prisoner all day everyday where someone could have eyes on you at all times.
you knew your mami was perhaps getting the most from this, and though she would never admit it you could tell that after so long of her being the one who was being fussed over and watched like a hawk it was both a relief and a joy for that attention to be diverted elsewhere.Â
a bonus that it so happened to be you, the one who was perhaps most guilty of fussing over her since she left hospital given you were the last of your sisters still living at home.
âlet me just help you walk there, since you refuse to use the crutches.â elena rolled her eyes, nodding at the crutches in her hand which indeed youâd not touched, insistent that you could walk albeit with a small limp.
it had taken a lot of begging and pleading but with it being one of your friends birthdays youâd been invited out to dinner with them, eli eventually agreeing you could go so long as you promised to let her know when you were on your way back.
youâd done that, sending her a text message as you left the restaurant with elena, but when you hadnât heard back and given it was nearly eleven thirty at night, you assumed sheâd likely fallen asleep.
âbecause I do not need them, and I do not need help!â you huffed, elena giving up with a sigh and carefully placing your crutches just inside by the front door, hugging you goodbye with a teasing donkey noise, everyone having teased you were âstubborn as an assâ all night as you bit back a smile and gave her a sarcastic wave goodbye.
closing the door after her you exhaled in relief as with your mami seemingly asleep and your sisters at their own homes you finally had a moment of peace to yourself without someone asking if you needed anything, fixing a cushion, getting more ice, checking the swelling.
but still, despite the peace nature called and with a sigh you started to hobble your way to the bathroom, the swelling having gone down but the ankle itself still quite tender despite the fact it could bare a lot more weight now.Â
your eyes flickered momentarily toward the crutches sitting abandoned just an arms length away, knowing really you should use them as it would make this whole process a lot faster. however your friends werenât wrong you were stubborn, and determined to prove even just to yourself that this was only a mild sprain and you were getting better you began an arduous journey toward the bathroom.
you were doing okay at first, grabbing onto things and allowing your body to lean on your dominant foot, able to get all the way to the bathroom all on your own, sitting down on the toilet with a relieved exhale.
but it was getting up that suddenly the situation drastically changed.
when youâd showered earlier youâd left your wet towel on the ground, nothing unusual as given it was only you and eli living here now and she had her own bathroom there was no one to complain about it.
however too focused on hobbling over to the sink youâd failed to notice, and if anything this whole week had just been one huge life lesson to learn to look down a little more often, and with a blink you felt yourself slip, head hitting the ground and back thumping against the tile floor.
but all you were focused on was the way you felt your ankle go snap, pain shooting up your leg as if it was on fire as you groaned loudly, trying to sit up but grunting and collapsing back to the ground.
âmami? mami? mami!â you tried to yell out through gritted teeth, calling out a few more times and groaning as the pain worsened and the room began to spin a little. feeling something digging into your hip you managed to pull your phone out with a hiss, yelling out again for eli but not hearing anything.
so knowing really there wasnât anything else you could do you clicked on the contact for the one person you thought might answer if you called.Â
your heartbeat sounding in your ears and vision a little blurred you hesitated, flashbacks of all the calls youâd made to her where she hadnât answered, stomach churning with a mix of nausea, worry and rejection, questioning if maybe you were wrong and she wouldnât answer, leaving you alone again.
but eventually the pain won out and you clicked call, sighing with a grimace as the dial tone sounded once, twice, three times, four times and-Â
âhola? pequeña? estĂĄs bien?â âale? por favour por favor i need help, hermana i need you!â
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At Least Itâs Not the End of the World âĄ
After protecting the kids from demodogs and sentient tunnel vines with Steve, a weekend babysitting Holly Wheeler together is supposed to be simple. That is until feelings neither of you expected start to make things way more complicated.
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It doesnât take long to remember why Holly is your favorite Wheeler. Sheâs patient and sweet, amazingly level-headed for a preschooler, and her manners could put some adults to shame. Compared to her siblings, Hollyâs a little sweetheart. And a mamaâs girl through and through, clinging to Mrs. Wheeler more often than not.Â
Like now, she wriggles in her momâs lap, scrunched over a coloring book at the dinner table. She squints at her box of crayons and purses her lipsâ choosing colors is hard when youâre five. She hasnât said a peep since you arrived, but in the foyer, she greeted you with a clumsy wave and a sheepish smile.Â
âIt would be Friday afternoon to Monday morning,â Mrs. Wheeler explains, stirring a glass of lemonade with a curly straw. âIâd ask Nance but sheâs having a girl's weekend.âÂ
You glance at Steve. You know girlâs weekend is code for spending the night with Jonathan Byers. But if he knows it too, he doesnât show it. He doesnât so much as bat an eye at her words. In fact, heâs relaxed under Mrs. Wheelerâs gaze. Heâs sitting in a chair heâs sat in dozens of times before, talking to a woman he sees more frequently than his own mother.Â
You donât know her as well as he does, but you arenât strangers by any means.Â
âAnd Mike, well, heâs not old enough to watch her for that long. But heâll be staying over at Joyceâs so you donât have to worry about him,â she pauses to sip her drink. âIâd pay you, of course. I donât know what your schedules look likeâ I know youâre probably busy with the new job, Steveâ but I figured since itâs a few days, Iâd offer it to you both.âÂ
Steve flashes an honest smile and leans forward. âAre you kidding? Iâd hang with this squirt for free. Iâm actually off this weekend so it works out.âÂ
Mrs. Wheeler beams, eyes springing to yours.Â
âYeah, I could help too,â you shrug. You also happen to be free this weekend and the extra cash would be nice.Â
âGreat! You both are so lovely. Oh, I was so worried, I kept telling Tedâ well, it doesnât matter now.â Her bracelets clink and clash as she reaches across the table to cover your hand with hers. âYouâll have to keep an eye on these two. She becomes quite the riot when her Stevie comes over.âÂ
Steve chuckles and raises his hands in defense. âShe owes me a rematch at Candyland so I canât promise anything.âÂ
Mrs. Wheelerâs fingers retract from yours, landing on the end of Hollyâs pigtail. âSheâs really missed having you over. Asks about you still.âÂ
Holly ducks her nose into her paper, pink traveling up her ears.Â
âIs that right?â Steve teases. âIâll have to swing by more often.âÂ
âPlease. Youâre welcome anytime, Steve. Whether Nancyâs here or not.â Her attention drifts to you. âAnd the same goes for you. Mike wonât stop talking about that comic book you gave him.âÂ
A smug grin surfaces. Out of all of the kids, Mike is a tough one to please.Â
âIâve never been away from Holly for so long. But I trust you guys.â Mrs. Wheeler pecks Hollyâs crown to hide a wobbly smile, her sentence spilling out in a breathy string of words.
She really does trust you both. It would take another set of hands to count the number of times either you or Steve had driven her kids home safely. This is just different. She loves all of her kids equally, but Hollyâs her baby.Â
Hollyâs eyes cast up at her mention, bright as a sunlit gem.Â
Mrs. Wheeler smooths her daughterâs sleeves down her shoulders. âBut Hollyâs a good girl. Right, Hollybear?âÂ
She turns to bury a toothy smile in her motherâs shirt.Â
Mrs. Wheeler is meticulous as she presents each and every detail of Hollyâs routine. From car seat safety to emergency contacts to allergies, she covers every question you might have before you have it.Â
Steveâs a good listener but heâs cursed with a very short attention span. Mrs. Wheeler lost him somewhere around Hollyâs sudden aversion to mac and cheese, but she doesnât seem to notice. Youâll fill in the gaps for him later.Â
This wonât be the first time youâve babysat with Steve. Dustin roped you both into hunting his pet lizard-turned-alien which very quickly escalated to protecting four children from not one, but several, vicious aliens. Safe to say you two are experienced enough to handle one kid for a couple of nights.Â
You havenât seen Steve much since then. Itâs summer now. The demodogs and sentient tunnel vines feel much more like a dream than something that actually happened to you these days. Steve works at the Scoops in Starcourt, or so youâve heard several timesâ Dustin only reminds you about every time you see him. But despite being as close to death as youâve ever been beside Steve, visiting him at work feels strangely wrong. Like crossing a line that neither of you ever drew.Â
You would not consider Steve Harrington your friend. Youâre friendly, as you might be with a neighbor or coworker, but you donât talk much outside of ââworld-ending, portal-to-another-dimension kind of events. Heâs family in a weird sort of way, bound by the shared trauma and unspoken loyaltyâ like someone you only see at family reunions, familiar enough to care about but still a stranger in most ways. High school was a long blur and your circle of friends couldnât have been farther from his. So you donât know Steve, not really. But of what little pieces of him you have come to know in the last year, heâs not half bad at babysitting.
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On Friday afternoon, you park your car beside Steveâs shiny BMW in the Wheelerâs driveway. You take the house key that had been slipped from Mrs. Wheelerâs key ring to yours and unlock the front door. And you find that inside, itâs completely silent. Hollyâs quiet as a mouse but sheâs still a kid and kids make noise.Â
Your bag drops onto the floor beside Steveâs shoes as you toe off your own. When the kitchen and living room turn up empty you jog upstairs. Alarm sinks in on the last step where you still hear nothing. No shouting, no laughing, no crying, no nothing.Â
Thereâs a large window in the hall upstairs, dividing Nancyâs room from Mike's and Hollyâs. In your panic, you miss the suspicious lumps in the drapes that frame it.Â
As you brush by, Steve rips the curtain across the rod and shouts, âHa! Gotchâ Oh.âÂ
Your entire body jerks, fear cinching every nerve. âChrist! Steve!â
âSorry, sorry!âÂ
Your nostrils flare with hot air as you shove him, âYou scared me!âÂ
His open palms hover in between your chests, unsure how to help. âI thought you were Holly. Sorry.â He gives you an apologetic once-over before a breathy chuckle escapes.Â
âItâs not funny. All the shit weâve been through. God.â Heâs lucky you didnât punch him. A part of you still wants to.Â
âMommy says thatâs not a nice word,â Holly says from behind you.Â
You turn, shoulders sagging in relief. âI didnât mean to say that. Sorry.âÂ
âStevie, I was supposed to find you,â she whines incredulously, hands planted on her hips.Â
âWe can go again. Iâll find a new spot.âÂ
Her frown mends as quickly as it appeared and she skips back to her room to count.Â
âSorry,â Steve reminds you. âHelp me find a spot to hide?âÂ
Soft eyes, a softer smile. Itâs hard to stay mad when he looks at you like that. âOkay.âÂ
Twenty seconds isnât very long to hide. Especially when Holly counts as fast as she does and when you spend half of your time standing in the hall. So you end up crouched in the corner of Mikeâs closet, Steve arched over you, trying his hardest not to crush your toes.Â
âJesus. Does this kid even wash his clothes?â Steve whisper-shouts. âIt smells like something died in here.â His palm snaps to the wall behind your head, the flesh of his arm warming your ear.
âYou actually couldnât have picked a worse place. Oh my God.â You press the neckline of your shirt over your nose. Steveâs wearing enough cologne to drown out the stench of dirty socks, though itâs choking you all the same.Â
âWe had like three seconds. I panicked!âÂ
Youâre glaring at him but only a fraction of light filters in from underneath the door so youâd guess he doesn't see.Â
The closet is the first place Holly checks when she barges into Mikeâs room, but youâve never been happier to be caught so fast.Â
âMy turn!â She glows in victory, pigtails swishing like yellow ribbons as she shouts.Â
Steve huffs. âLetâs take a break. Weâve been playing for like an hour.âÂ
âCan we play tag?â
âIn a little while. Iâm tired.â He pinches her neck playfully until she squirms out of reach. âHowâd you have all that energy?â
She shrugs with her whole body. âI dunno. Iâm a kid.âÂ
A laugh bubbles out of your throat. When your eyes flit to Steve you find him already smiling at you.Â
âWhat about something a little more chill,â you suggest. âWe could color?âÂ
âBracelets?âÂ
âYou want to make some?âÂ
She nods, âI canât reach them. The beads are on top of my closet.â Â
âIâll get âem,â Steve offers. âCome show me where.âÂ
You fan out her multitude of craft containers across the kitchen table. Beads, charms, strings, all neatly filed away. She pops open a lid and plunks down across from you. Steve takes the seat at the end in between.Â
âWhat color bracelet are you gonna make?â you ask, raking through the rainbow of options.Â
âUmm, yellow. Noâ green!âÂ
âNice. Hereâs a cute little frog charm. Want that?âÂ
âMmmm. No, thank you.âÂ
âIâll take it,â Steve says, stretching his hand toward you.Â
You drop it in the center of his palm where it clinks against a handful of blue beads. Theyâre pretty and vibrant like the sea. A flicker of an idea pulls you to grab your own handful.Â
Holly slides four beads onto a string, two lime green and two baby pink. She drags the other end up and they all slip off, bouncing in separate directions across the table. You smack one before it dives onto the floor and Steve catches another two mid-air.Â
âCan you help me tie it?â Holly asks from under her chair, searching for the fourth.Â
âSure.â Steve swaps his bracelet for hers, triple knotting one end. âI like these colors.â
She resurfaces with a grin, voice lilting as she speaks, âDo you like purple?â
âYeah, purpleâs okay. Do you?âÂ
She nods, pinching a lilac gem and examining it.Â
You slip into a peaceful rhythm. The bead bin rattles as Steve digs his fingers in. He murmurs something about sparkles as he shuffles. Every now and then, you peek up at him. And each time, you find that heâs fully absorbed in this, rubbing his chin or poking his tongue out in concentration. Youâd even bet heâs having fun.Â
âCan you tie it on me,â Holly asks when she finishes.Â
Steve takes her hand gently, fingers engulfing her tinier ones. âThis good?â He tugs the strings across each other at her permission, sealing it with an extra knot for good measure. Â
Holly starts a second one as you finish your first. You hold it up triumphantly for them to seeâ red and blue beads between every white pearl.Â
âVery patriotic,â Steve teases.Â
âItâs for you. For scoops. These are the colors right?âÂ
He softens, eyes rounding like brown buttons. âWait, really? Thank you. Wow.â He inspects it fondly where you release it in his palm. âWill you tie it?â His arm shoots over to your side of the table.Â
You feel his gaze shift from the bracelet to your face as you lace it. And you pretend that it doesnât make your cheeks burn.Â
âYou donât have to wear it to Scoops if you donât want to,â you mumble, releasing his wrist.Â
âWhat? Of course, Iâm wearing it. No oneâs ever made me a bracelet before.âÂ
Your lips bend up into your cheeks as he leans back in his seat. He twists and turns his arm, looking it over again with a similar expression. âNow, it was supposed to be a surprise, but since Iâm almost done, I actually made this for you.â He scoops up the piece heâs been working on and waves it in front of you.Â
You cock an eyebrow and smirk. âYou sure you didnât just decide that since I gave you one.âÂ
âI didnât! I was planning this the whole time! Right Holly, didnât I say that?â
âNo?âÂ
âHolly, come on now.â He elbows her arm. âSupposed to back me up.âÂ
âBut you didnât,â she giggles.Â
âHolly doesnât lie, Steve.âÂ
âOkay, I didnât say it. But I thought it. I was gonna give it to you I swear.â He jams another couple of beads on his string. âSee! Look, it has your favorite color on there.âÂ
âIt has every color on there.âÂ
âOne of which is your favorite.âÂ
You roll your eyes as he takes your wrist. His hands are warmer than yours, softer than you expect too. He stills as your palm flips face up. A jagged, fleshy ridge runs from the bottom of your pinky to the meat of your thumb. Steve was there when you got the scar. Heâs never said it, but you know he blames himself for it. A demodog had you pinned in that damned junkyard school bus so Steve pushed you out of the way but you caught yourself on a broken window.Â
âIt doesnât hurt anymore.â
His head dips in a silent nod. He isnât sure whether to believe you or not. Either way, he feels sorry still.
His bracelet is a statement piece for sure. It truly has every color under the sun and a random assortment of charms and shells. But itâs sweet that he gave it to you. Even if he totally did not plan to do so at first.Â
He makes a second bracelet for Holly with purple string and butterfly pendants. Holly gives her next one to him as thanks, then begins on a third for you.Â
Steve stands from the table. âIâm hungry. Grilled cheese okay for dinner Holly?â She nods as do you when he asks you the same.Â
Your focus drifts between him and the necklace youâre starting for Holly. He coasts around the kitchen naturally, like you imagine he would in his own house. But itâs a bizarre sight. Steve Harrington cooking you food, in the Wheelerâs kitchen out of all places.Â
And heâs about as good as a chef as you expect him to be. Heâs clumsy and uncertain, even dropping a spatula on the floor with an, âOh, shiâugarâŠâ But he kindly refuses to accept any help or advice when you offer.Â
He eventually swings around the kitchen island, brimming with pride, one plate in each hand. Theyâre set in the space youâve cleared and you quickly see that the sandwiches have been cut adorably into stars. You just as quickly seeâ and smellâ how burnt they are. They arenât black, theyâre edible for sure. But Hollyâs five, and polite as she is, most kids would never willingly eat this.Â
So you arenât surprised when she looks at it in disgust, borderline horror.Â
âLook, itâs a star,â Steve beams, oblivious.Â
Your chest aches with the desire to laugh and an equal pang of sympathy.Â
Holly shakes her head, visibly toning down her expression for his sake. âCan I have something else?âÂ
âItâs good! I promise, just try it.âÂ
She slowly shakes no again.Â
âSteve,â a peel of laughter escapes your lips. âItâs burnt.âÂ
He scoffs. âItâs not that burnt.âÂ
Your mouth twitches in a funny little line and your eyes leap between him and the plate. âItâs pretty burnt, Steve.âÂ
After a moment of silence, he sighs and picks both plates back up.Â
âWait,â you shout, âIâll still eat mine! Mine isnât that bad. You did a good job!âÂ
He sulks at you. âYouâre just saying that. Iâll make new ones.âÂ
âNo, itâs okay, really. Iâll eat this one. I donât mind.âÂ
He plants the plate in your grabby hands and spins back toward the stove.Â
Round two is much better, still star-shaped, and a few shades lighter. Holly thanks him more than once while eating it without you even asking her to. If only Nancy and Mike were as precious as her. And Steve eats the first attempt, now cold, and admits that it tastes, âslightly burnt.âÂ
You take the empty plates to the sink to wash while Steve and Holly lug the jewelry kits back upstairs. You meet them in Hollyâs room after. Theyâre playing house, Steve the dad, and Holly the mom, with four babydolls for children. She appoints you to be the neighbor when you join.Â
You knock on her bedpost, pretending itâs her front door. âHolly, in one hour youâre gonna take a bath.â
Her head pops out from under the blanket. âCan we watch a movie before bed?âÂ
âSure, but we have to do bath now if you wanna watch the whole thing.âÂ
âOkay!â She kicks the sheets away, jumping off the bed in a race to the bathroom. Steve winces as she steps on his hand.Â
âDo you need help?â he asks, sprawled across the bed, socked feet hanging over the edge.Â
âNo, I got it. You can rest in peace now,â you joke, halfway through the door.Â
Holly is self-sufficient enough to bathe herself so all you have to do is supervise. You find a matching polka dot set of pajamas in her dresser and a towel under the bathroom sink. And she gets dry and dressed all by herself, Miss Independent.Â
âSo thereâs The Little Mermaid, E.T., Willy Wonka and the Chocolate FactoryâŠâ Steve trails off, kneeling in front of the entertainment center.Â
Holly hands him a VHS tape, âThis one?âÂ
âOoh, good pick.â Steve feeds the tape into the player and rewinds it.Â
You pat the couch cushion beside yours as Holly skips over. Steve hits the light before flopping into the recliner with a satisfied groan. The Jungle Book glows to life on the TV, casting an indigo wash over each of your faces. Holly curls into herself, knees tucked to her chest, arms wrapped tight around them.
âHere,â Steve chucks a blanket from the basket at his side.Â
âThanks.â You scoop it off the floor where it missed the couch and billow it out over you and Holly. âDonât fall asleep, Harrington.âÂ
âYeah, yeah.â Steve folds one leg over the other and crosses his arms, eyes glued to the screen. He reminds you of Mr. Wheeler sitting in his recliner like that. Itâs alarming how attractive you find it. Heâs not even doing anything worth staring at. You force your eyes back on the TV.Â
The credits scroll up the screen for a whole minute before you realize the movie has ended. You arenât asleep but you arenât totally awake either. Steveâs not far off by the looks of it and Holly, on the other hand, was out like a light halfway through. Her head presses into your upper arm, her hand scrunched in the blanket on your thigh. The weight is nice, making it all the harder to pick yourself up and get her to bed.Â
But thankfully Steveâs there to help. He twists in his chair until his back clicks, smiling when he catches sight of you and Holly. âIâll carry her up,â he whispers.Â
You gently work Hollyâs stubborn fingers from the blanket as Steve stands. He pushes the rest of the fabric into your lap before bending to scoop Holly up.Â
âBe right back,â he says, starting toward the stairs.Â
You tug the blanket higher, seeking lost comfort in its folds, though it doesnât compare to the warmth Holly provided.Â
Steve pads back down not a minute later. He stops on the last step, hanging over the railing. âYou awake?âÂ
âBarely,â you mumble.Â
Steve plods up to the front door to check the locks. He orbits into the kitchen and then back around to the living room to turn the TV off. Heâs being the responsible one. You arenât sure why this surprises you.Â
âCome on,â he opens his hand toward you.Â
Your arm snakes out from under the blanket, and he lifts you effortlessly. Youâve seen how strong he is, how he fights, but it still surprises you.Â
âI was gonna suggest another movie but I donât think either of usâll make it.âÂ
You catch a yawn from Steve. âI know. Iâm so tired. Itâs not even late.âÂ
He hums from behind you on the stairs. âYeah. Who knew thisâd be so exhausting.â Heâs only being slightly sarcastic. Thereâs an obvious truth to what he implied, but at the same time, it is so much harder than you realized it would be.Â
You stop at the landing, sluggishly turning to face Steve. âWell, goodnight, I guess.âÂ
âGoodnight.âÂ
You splinter into opposite ends of the hall. Steve let you have Nancyâs room for obvious reasons, though he wasnât thrilled about crashing in Mikeâs bed. Heâs probably better off on the couch after seeing the kidâs closet.Â
You change into cozier clothes and untuck Nancyâs quilt. Like with Steve, you and Nancy arenât really friends. Itâs strange being in her room, settling into her bed. And itâs almost stranger that Steve is sleeping across the hall. Yet, thereâs an odd comfort in itâ being surrounded by people who went through the same thing you did.Â
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Thereâs thumping in the hallâ footsteps, too light to be Steveâs. You fight the urge to go back to sleep. Holly needs a babysitter. But itâs not an easy feat, not when youâre swaddled like a baby in blankets much softer than the ones you have at home. Youâre warm and itâs so quiet it feels like a gift; that is, until you remind yourself that kids and quiet donât usually go hand and hand. She could be answering the door to a stranger, scaling the counters, setting the kitchen on fire, the possibilities are endless.Â
You force your heavy eyes open and flinch as a much brighter pair come into focus.Â
Holly bends over you with this innocent endearment you cannot possibly be mad to be woken by. âTold you, Stevie,â she says.Â
âNo, you woke âem up, goofball.â Steve lingers at the foot of the bed in a pair of striped pajama pants and a faded Olympics tee. Youâve never seen him in pajamas before, or anything quite like it.Â
You prop yourself up on your elbows and rub your eyes for a better look.Â
âSorry,â he supplies. His voice is still raspy with sleep and his oh-so-perfect hair shoots up in wild peaks. The sight makes your chest buzz. âShe said you had to get up to.âÂ
You redirect your attention to Holly, pinching the neckline of your shirt back over your shoulder as you sit up.Â
âCan we have eggs?â she asks you.Â
âSure.âÂ
She traps her lip between her two frontmost baby teeth. âFive?âÂ
âFive eggs!â Steve chides. âJust for you?âÂ
She turns to nod at him, smile blooming.Â
He wears the same joy, ruffling her already unruly bed-head. âWhat are you a linebacker?âÂ
She giggles, clueless as to what heâs talking about.Â
âLetâs start with two and if youâre still hungry you can have more,â you compromise.Â
You are undeniably a better cook than Steve, but the bar is low after yesterday. You serve scrambled eggs and unburnt toast. Holly looks at her plate like she hasnât been fed a day in her life and she shovels spoonfuls of it in her mouth like itâs her last meal.Â
Steve watches her with an anxious frown. âSmaller bites, Holl.âÂ
She nods but doesnât exactly slow her pace. Steve chases your eyes, knocking your ankle with his when you donât look. He gives you that funny face parents make. Help me out.Â
You shrug. âItâs just eggs. Babies eat eggs.âÂ
He cycles through several emotionsâfrustration that you wonât back him up, disbelief that babies eat eggs, and a lingering fear that she might choke. But he stops himself from asking all the what-ifs, he trusts you.Â
Holly swallows half of her glass of chocolate milk in one go. Steve looks mildly horrified.Â
âMy God. Sheâs like a little human vacuum,â he mumbles through a mouthful of toast.Â
You snort into your glass. If Holly heard him, sheâs too preoccupied to care.Â
After breakfast, Steve sets her up in front of the TV to watch cartoons while you clear the table. He disappears into the basement in search of a board game but comes back with some deflated, plastic thing.Â
âWhat happened to the board game?â you ask. âWhat even is that?âÂ
âItâs a kiddie pool. Letâs go outside. Itâs nice out.âÂ
âI didnât bring a bathing suit.âÂ
âMe neither. Just wear that.âÂ
You wrinkle your nose down at your pajamas. âGo see if she wants to.âÂ
He smiles, retreating back into the living room. Shortly after, he shouts, âShe said yes!â Footsteps pound up the stairs, followed by a second shout, âDonât run!âÂ
Mrs. Wheeler calls the house phone and is pleased to hear your good report. She reminds you several times to apply sunscreen to Hollyâs ears and that thereâs an extra can in the upstairs bathroom. You wrangle Holly over to put her on and promise to call back before bedtime when she refuses to hang up.Â
You sift through your bag, changing into the closest thing to swimwear. Steve takes forever in the bathroom, which doesnât surprise you one bit. He comes out in a crisp white tee, way too expensive-looking for a pool day, and a pair of red gym shorts.Â
âWhat are you, the lifeguard?â you joke.Â
His hands snap to his hips. âUhh, Iâll have you know Iâve been a certified lifeguard for two years, so yeah, actually.âÂ
You roll your eyes, brushing past him for the extra can of sunscreen. âAre you ready? Hollyâs waiting.âÂ
âYeah. Let me go blow up the pool. Iâll be outside.âÂ
You fix your hair in the mirror and tuck a few towels under your arm before heading downstairs. Hollyâs already outside, criss-crossed in a big lawn chair and watching Steve with incredible boredom. He stands barefoot in the grass, the deflated pool pressed against his chest. He pulls away from the air valve when he notices you, quickly capping it with his thumb.Â
âYou okay?â you ask, laughing lightly.Â
He nods, red-cheeked and breathless. âThink thereâs a hole in it. Been blowinâ for like five minutes.âÂ
âHuh,â you drop the towels and take one end of the limp plastic. âTry again.âÂ
He funnels more air inside, it dispurses evenly underneath your palm. You donât hear any air wheezing out so you turn it over for further inspection.Â
âOh, Steve. Here, look.âÂ
He pops his mouth off and follows your pointer finger. A second valve at the bottom, unhinged and releasing his hard work steadily.Â
âOh, youâre kidding me. Whyâd they put one under there?â
You shrug, plugging it back up. âHolly, letâs get some sunscreen on so your mom doesnât kill us.âÂ
Holly hops off the chair and skips to your side. You mist her skin in several layers, lathering a generous amount over her ears. When you move onto yourself, she grabs her basket of toys and climbs into the dry inflatable. Steve retrieves the hose and releases a cool stream into the pool, splashing Hollyâs feet.
She squeals and scoots back. âCold!âÂ
Steveâs thumb eclipses the opening so the water bursts out in wide a fan. He trains it at Holly, spraying her until sheâs soaked and screaming.Â
Heâs giggling in a way youâve never heard. Genuine, open-mouthed reels of laughter. You hate to admit it, but itâs really cute. So infectious you canât help but join.Â
He glances back for your reaction, pleasantly satisfied. And your smile incites a great idea. He swings the hose around, aiming it straight at you.Â
âSteve!â Your arms shoot out to block the attack but itâs no use.Â
âWhat?â he says, the epitome of innocence.Â
Your eyes narrow but a smirk prevails. âOh, youââÂ
Holly tackles the back of his thigh with a scream. Steve stumbles forward and the hose slips from his grasp.Â
You lunge for it before he even realizes what happened. And by the time he does, heâs already drenched. âPayback!â You laugh maniacally as he combs his hair out of his eyes.Â
Heâs laughing too, bent at the waist, still shaking his surprise. But only until he catches your gazeâ then comes the glint of something playful, almost daring.
Steve barrels straight through the spray like a bull. He chokes your fingers over the nozzle, bending and bending the line until the water pours straight down your head.Â
Holly dashes behind you to wrangle the wiggly tail of the hose, squealing at every layer of mist she catches.Â
You and Steve wrestle with it, his hand on your hip, yours pushing his shoulder. Heâs gentle but still strong. And his touch sears through the cold water, your skin tingling in his wake.Â
The second he sticks the end down the back of your shirt you scream. âOkay, okay! I surrender!âÂ
He crimps the hose with one hand, smirking deviously.Â
âI surrender,â you repeat, heaving through your laughter.Â
Holly drops her end of the hose, backing up one slow step at a time.Â
âTruce?âÂ
âTruce,â you nod, stepping up cautiously to shake his hand.Â
He accepts your hand, using it to yank you closer and blast you again. You chase and dodge and tackle each other under the blazing sun until your legs feel like jelly. But the game eventually slows as exhaustion creeps in.Â
You and Steve collapse in the lawn chairs while Holly lays belly-down in the pool. Water sloshes over the rim onto your toes as she kicks, a brief reprieve from the sticky heat. You're relaxed, but your mind wanders. You keep hoping the Wheelers wonât notice the sudden increase in their water bill.Â
âDustin talks about you all the time.â
You tear your eyes away from Holly, blinking back into reality as you face Steve. âWhat?â
âDustin, he talks about you all the time. Kid loves you.âÂ
âOh. Heâs a sweet kid. Talks about you too. Keeps telling me to come see you at Scoops.â
Steve chuckles, more of a half-hearted puff of amusement than a real one.Â
âWhich, Iâm sorry I havenât, by the way,â you confess.Â
His eyebrows jump, lips parting in soft surprise. âOh, no. Donât worry about it. Heâs just being Dustin.âÂ
You press a blade of grass flat under your heel, as if the right words might sprout from the dirt. âI dunno. I mean, donât you think itâs kinda weird that we donât like talk? After everything?âÂ
The words bounce around Steveâs head for a minute. He fixates on your choice of weird. Weird, like bad? Weird like you want to talk? He canât decide. And heâs afraid if he opens his mouth, the wrong words will tumble out.Â
But he tries anyway, âHonestly, I thought you didnât want to be friends. You were just so⊠distant after.âÂ
You rub the length of your arm, lips creasing into a frown. âSorry, I was just. I donât even know. Rattled, I guess.âÂ
âYeah, rabid dogs with faces that split open and try to eat you tend to have that effect.âÂ
Your frown melts, little by little.Â
âBut we shouldâve been there for you more. It was a hard time for everybody.âÂ
His apology echoes in your mind, the ache like a weight on your chest.Â
âYou could visit if you wanted to. At scoops. I could get you ice cream for free.âÂ
But the ache doesnât stand a chance against the way he makes you feel.Â
âOkay.â Your cheeks round with a sincere smile. âIâd like that.âÂ
He turns his head, as if to hide, but you still catch an echo of your own expression. Your eyes flicker across the contours of his profile, following the graceful line from his ear to his collar, before drifting over the sculpted shape of his arms and the long expanse of his thighs. Steve Harrington is objectively attractive. This isnât the first time youâve thought so. But it is the first time that fact makes your head spin.Â
Maybe itâs the heat. The sun feels like it's roasting you alive, and Steveâs attractiveness certainly isn't helping. Youâre feeling strange, thinking crazy thingsâ the kind of thoughts that only come when youâre on the verge of heat stroke certainly.Â
You stand abruptly and the grass sways underneath your feet. But you get your bearings before anyone notices. âHolly, can I come sit in the pool?â
Her eyes pop up, grin distorted underneath the water. She props her elbow up and rests her cheek in the palm of her hand. âWhatâs the password?â
âUmm, can you give me a hint?âÂ
A high-pitched hum. âOkay. Sheâs my favorite character.âÂ
âUhh, Barbie?âÂ
âNooo.âÂ
âStrawberry Shortcake?â
âNooo.âÂ
âHello Kitty?âÂ
âYouâre really bad at this,â she giggles. It would be really cute if you werenât possibly dying right now.Â
âItâs Care Bears,â Steve interjects, snapping his fingers. âUhh, the yellow one. Umm, Funshine!âÂ
âYes!â Holly glows like the sun on Funshine herself. âStevie can come in.â
Steve stands but he doesnât get in. âCome on, Holl. Itâs hot.â
âThereâs a new password.â
âOkay, okay. Can I have another hint?â you ask.Â
Her tongue curls out to lick the sweat off her lip. âMy favorite color.âÂ
âPurple?âÂ
âYes,â she nods and sits up. âBut I really like yellow and blue and pink too.âÂ
You sink into the water, unsure if there was ever a wrong answer. Itâs shallow and lukewarm, barely grazing the tops of your thighs, but itâs enough to cool the sun off your skin. Steve follows, and the space tightens awkwardlyâ the inflatable wasnât built for three. His knee brushes yours while Hollyâs toes nudge your foot, but neither of them seems to mind.Â
You cup water up to your cheeks and pour it down your arms.Â
âBetter?â Steve asks, a droll little pinch to his features.Â
Heâs staring at you which is definitely not helping but you nod anyway.Â
âWhy donât we move to the shade?â He stands before you or Holly agrees, offering his hand to pull you up.Â
She races Steve to the nearest tree, though he doesn't stand much of a chance dragging the pool behind him. He refills it with fresh water and encourages Holly to splash you gently while he runs inside to make lunch. By the time he returns, youâre feeling much more yourself.Â
âBon AppĂ©tit,â Steve announces, lowering himself slowly onto a towel. He carries three animal-shaped plates stocked with fruit and PB&Js, one in each hand, another balanced on his forearm.Â
Holly scrambles out of the water, plopping onto the other end of his towel. You get out too, shaking a second one out to lay beside theirs.Â
âLion or hippo?â he asks Holly.Â
She hums for a long time, inspecting each plate meticulously before pointing to the lion.
âGood choice.â He sets the plate in front of her crossed legs and passes you the hippo. Steve takes the polar bear for himself, which notably only has half a sandwich.Â
âWhereâs the other half?â you ask.Â
He takes a large bite, pressing his hand to his mouth to reply, âRan out of bread.âÂ
âHere.â You rip one of your halves in half.Â
âThanks,â he says, syllables tangling as he chews.Â
Holly watches the interaction fondly before pulling apart her own sandwich. It splits in a jagged line, mostly crust on one half. But happily, she thrusts the bigger piece toward Steve, jelly dribbling down her little fist.Â
He tilts his head, a growing smile mirroring yours. âYou eat it. I have enough now.âÂ
She crinkles her nose. âYou eat it!âÂ
âNo, you!â He squeezes her slim bicep. âYou need to get big and strong.âÂ
âWhat about you?âÂ
âIâm already big and strong.âÂ
She considers this, giving him an obvious once-over that makes you laugh. âTrade?âÂ
âOkay, trade.â Steve chuckles, exchanging one of his halves for hers. He licks a stripe across his knuckle where her sticky fingers brushed his. Itâs as innocent as the gesture can be but something about it has your cheeks burning in a way the sun couldnât.Â
Conversation tapers off, replaced with an easy quiet. Your stomach is satisfied with the food, but itâs your heart that feels the most nourished, steeped in the comfort of good company. You hadnât expected to enjoy hanging out with Steve or Holly this much.Â
Holly slouches into your arm, stretching her legs across the grass like a bridge between the towels. Her heels push into the pudge of Steveâs thigh, the faintest smirk crossing her lips.Â
He squeezes her ankle until it darts away.Â
Gradually, she presses again and in turn, he squeezes, but this time he doesnât let go. She squeals as he drags her down your side. But all hell breaks loose when he starts tickling the bottom of her foot.Â
She shrieks, thrashing and squirming against his hold, giggling in between gasps. âSteâvie!â she cries.
Her laugh is too pure of a sound to be real, Steve thinks. His resolve crumbles, grip faltering. And Hollyâs heel slams smack into his jaw. Steve winces, bending away to cradle his cheek.Â
You straighten up. âYou okay? Let me see.âÂ
Hollyâs legs go limp in the grass, her shoulders tense in your lap.Â
Steveâs hand slackens unveiling a red splotch not much darker than his sunburnt cheeks. He meets your eyes with a dismissive shake, âItâs okay.âÂ
You believe him. It doesnât look nearly awful enough to make your concern stick. And his face has been through worse. Billy Hargrove painting his fists red with Steveâs blood is one of the things you remember most about that night.Â
His attention dips down to Holly. She sniffles, eyes glistening in the sunlight with a frown nearly reaching her chin.Â
âItâs okay. Iâm okay, Holl.âÂ
Holly putters, whimpers drowning the edges of her words. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âItâs okay! I promise! It doesnât even hurt,â he reassures, cupping her kneecap.Â
You tug her off the ground and she sinks into your arms naturally. Hot tears pave a path down your neck only to dissolve in the fabric of your shirt. You coax her sobs out, one back rub at a time.Â
Steve waits until she settles with this pitiful look on his face. âI know you didnât mean to Hollybear. Just an accident. Hmm?âÂ
She nods against your chin.Â
He strokes the back of her arm, fingers grazing yours where they work. âPlease donât cry.âÂ
Holly sniffles.Â
âYou know what might help me feel better?â She lifts a sweaty cheek off your chest as Steve opens his arms. âA hug.âÂ
She pushes out of your hands into his. He holds her tight, providing one loving squeeze after another.Â
This is not how you pictured Steve to be under normal babysitting circumstances. A voice like sweet honey, eyes warm like the sun. Heâs very soft, and so undeniably kind. And not just to Holly, but also you.Â
Steve hooks the spare towel closer, draping it across her back. âLean back,â he tells her.Â
She avoids his gaze as she does, tears melting away under his touch.Â
âYou know what I think?â He cinches the towel at her collar like a cloak.Â
She hums.Â
âI think we should have popsicles for dessert.âÂ
Holly meets his eyes then, excitement glimmering underneath the droop of lingering guilt.Â
âHow does that sound?â
âGood,â she admits meekly.Â
A smirk thins his lips. âI dunno though. What if we get a tummy ache?â He pokes her belly through the towel. âMaybe itâs notââ
âNoâ I want one!â
âI dunnooo,â he sings.
âPlease, Stevie! You already said.â
âHow bad do you want it? Like this much?â He pinches his fingers together, leaving the slightest gap between them.Â
âNo, no!â She shakes her head, casting her arms out as far as theyâll go. âThis much!âÂ
He sighs loudly, shoulders sagging for the dramatic touch. âOkay.âÂ
Hollyâs arms curl around his neck as he stands. Heâs more than happy to carry her, but the added weight makes him groan.Â
You trail behind automatically, half enjoying the show and just as excited for a treat. Steve pins the back door open with his foot, returning a smile you hadnât realized you were sharing. Your cheeks are starting to protest, sore with overwhelming happiness.Â
âWhat color do you want?âÂ
âPink! Pink!â Holly shouts in his ear, loud enough to make you wince. But Steve doesnât react in the slightest to her volume. Youâd all taken a piece of the Upside Down with you after El sealed it up. And just when you seemed to forget it, youâd be reminded in the form of scars, nightmares, headaches, and in Steveâs case, hearing loss.Â
He opens the freezer, Holly propped on his hip. Sheâs far too big to be carried like that comfortably but he does it anyway.Â
âPink for Holly. Red for Steve.â He leans back to find your face. âFor you?âÂ
You purse your lips, âSurprise me.âÂ
Steve stows Holly on the countertop so he can snip the plastic tips. She receives her popsicle first, then you, and finally Steve.Â
âMatching,â Holly observes as you sit beside them on the couch.Â
Steve crosses his popsicle over your identically red one when you raise an eyebrow. âLook at that,â he says.Â
She hums, gnawing on the plastic wrapper. Steve pushes the ice up for her and thumbs away the dribble at the corner of her mouth. She doesnât seem to notice, but it catches you off guard. Steveâs such a natural at this you almost canât believe heâs an only child.Â
You turn the TV on to an episode of Care Bears as Holly slumps into Steveâs chest, slurping the last of her slush loudly.Â
âSleepy?â you ask when she kneads her eyes.Â
âNo.â
You chuckle, combing her frizz back. âOkay.âÂ
âYou know, itâs okay if you are sleepy,â Steve mentions, equally amused.Â
âI know. Iâm not.â Her tone is casual, a portrait of nonchalance, despite the yawn that slips out afterward.Â
You and Steve exchange a look of mutual fondness.Â
âIâm pretty tired,â Steve declares, reclining into the cushions with a fake yawn. âI think Iâll take a nap.âÂ
Holly twists against him to watch. It doesnât take long for her little fingers to poke and prod his lashline.
He peels one eye open, playfully cocking an eyebrow.Â
She giggles and pinches the skin closed.Â
Youâre trapped between nervously supervising she doesnât poke his eye out and leaving to get a baby wipe for her hands which you imagine are very sticky with popsicle juice. Either way, youâll be surprised if Steve doesnât have pink eye by morning.Â
âIâm sleeping,â he whines and headbutts her palm gently.Â
âNooo,â she whines back, wedging her hand across his mouth. Delirium is setting in, a nap is imminent.Â
Steve opens his eyes, giddy just the same. âOkay. You got me.âÂ
Holly frees his mouth to swipe a streak of red from his chin. Her tongue pokes out in prime concentration.Â
A staggered laugh of disbelief is shaken from Steveâs chest. He hadnât expected Holly to be difficult, but sheâs been nothing short of delightful. Sheâs sweeter than Mike and Nancy combined and smarter than he thought kids her age could be. For a self-indulgent second, he hopes that his kids will turn out something like her.Â
Holly reels back around to lay on her side, eyelids sagging with an inevitable heaviness. Steve draws the towel up to her chin, fixing his palm to her back. You watch her drift off, eyes slipping up every so often.Â
When youâre positive sheâs out, you cautiously dislodge the popsicle wrapper from her fingers. Steve passes his as you stand.Â
One of the many hard things about kids is all the cleaning. Hollyâs as neat as a five-year-old gets, and still, every moment of peace is an opportunity spent putting things back where they belong. You head outside to tip the pool over and collect stray towels and toys that didnât make it back in.Â
By the time you return, Steveâs passed out, mouth ajar, head craned back against the couch. Itâs not a particularly attractive expressionâ heâd probably be embarrassed to wake to your staringâ but you canât find anything other than endearment in yourself. Â
You shower and change into fresh clothes and end up on the opposite couch to watch TV. But Care Bears isnât all that entertaining anymore so you rest your eyes for just a second.Â
A second turns to several and when you reopen your eyes you discover the clock is two hours ahead of where it was before.Â
The silence is only comforting for a fleeting moment before anxiety creeps in. Your eyes flick from the TV, now powered off, to the other couch where Steve and Holly are not where you left them. Nor are they in the dining room, kitchen, basement, or backyard. You take the stairs two steps at a time and nearly trip over a blanket strewn across the banister when Holly screams.Â
Youâd have kicked her door off the hinges if it came to it but are thankful itâs already open. Holly is perfectly safe, bent over the remnants of what you assume was a pillow fort.Â
You release a breath caught in your throat and sag against the doorframe. Steve offers an apologetic smile when he notices.Â
Holly glances over but quickly returns to their game. âYouâve destroyed my kingdom!â she shouts, drilling a finger into Steveâs chest. âOff with your head!âÂ
Youâre too stunned to laugh, but a noise of confusion skips out. Steve gawks at Holly in pretend despair, scrubbing any seeping amusement off his lips with the back of his hand. Heâs dressed in sweats, Holly in a princess dress. But more importantly, his face has been caked in makeup and his hair twisted into two fluffy knots.Â
âYou!â Holly yells with a scowl aimed at you. âHold him down!âÂ
Steve pleads at your ankles, pressing his forehead to the carpet in prayer. It takes every ounce of you not to break character and laugh. Thereâs something so surreal about Steve Harrington, former King of Hawkins High, in sparkly eyeshadow, kneeling before a little girl to beg for his life. Itâs hilarious as it is heartwarming.Â
âIf I may propose a suggestion!â You counter, equally dramatic. âA trade! For this silly manâs life, we will help rebuild your kingdom twice as big! Princess IââÂ
âQueen!â
Steve snorts but she must miss it.Â
âMy apologies. Queen Holly, I can assure you this new Kingdom will have all of the finest luxuries that royalty like yourself might desire.âÂ
She takes a second to process the big words. âFine!â She sneers, diving onto her mattress which is absent of all its sheets and blankets. âChop! Chop!â
You bite your lip, chasing the fervent smile away. Steve gets right to work, sorting pillows from most to least sturdy. You steal another chair from Nancyâs desk and help Steve double-knot the roof to it. Itâs no mansion, but it is long enough for Steve to lie down in, which is a job well done in your book. Especially when youâre under strict supervision and listening to a thread of loud critiques.Â
You lift the door flap for Holly to crawl through. âYour quarters, Your Grace.âÂ
She glances over her shoulder with a wicked, but mostly adorable, expression. âMy name is not Grace! Itâs Holly! Queen Holly to you!âÂ
The explanation dies on your tongue because how can you possibly argue with that? Youâre just grateful to still have your head.Â
After the grand tour, Queen Holly disappears into one of the tentâs offshoots with a handful of stuffed animals she's referring to as her royal guards.Â
Steve scoots closer, whispering behind his hand, âI think we need to stage a coup.âÂ
You lean into his good ear, affection spilling off your tone, âI didnât know she could be so mean.âÂ
âMe neither! She must be hanging out with Mike.âÂ
âMust be.â You grin for what feels like the millionth time today.Â
Youâre sitting knee to knee, close enough to catch the heat of Steveâs breath on your cheek. You drag the pad of your finger across his cheekbone where teal eyeshadow has been caked on in several layers. âI like this,â you compliment.Â
I kinda forgot she put that on.â He ducks his head bashfully, peeking up through his eyelashes. âDo I look pretty?âÂ
âThe prettiest.âÂ
He receives it as teasing, but itâs true, you do think Steve is pretty. A strong nose, kind eyes, and sure, maybe the hair. But now that youâre inches apart, you notice twin smile lines, a series of freckles down his cheek, and a faded scar across his forehead. You linger there more than anywhere else, under the guise of judging Hollyâs makeup job, of course.Â
But the silence twists into something less comfortable with each passing second. A brief twitch of emotion flickers across Steveâs face, gone before you can name it. âSo⊠pizza for dinner?â he blurts out.Â
Before youâve processed what happened, Holly shouts, âCheese please!âÂ
Steve splinters from your gaze, calling back, âYes, My Queen.âÂ
Dinner is pleasantly easy. The pizzaâs delivered and paper plates save you from the hassle of dishes after. You eat at the kitchen table, sharing stories and smiles, strangely like a family.Â
And after dinner, Holly has a bath; and after bath, Steve whisks her off to bed. Youâre left to your own devices for once, a benevolent bout of peace, but still, you canât seem to relax.Â
The spray of the bathroom light paves the hall leading to Hollyâs room. You tiptoe up to the door and peek inside.Â
Steveâs on the floor, slouched against the side of the bed cradling Holly to his chest. He flinches as your shadow veers across the moonlit wall. Â
âSorry,â you whisper, dropping onto your knees beside them.Â
Holly picks her head up, tear tracks shimmering as she turns. Her lip wobbles through a whimper.Â
You soften like wax near a flame, eyes flitting to Steve who looks equally at a loss.Â
She curls her knees into his tummy in a way that probably hurts. The poor thing dissolves into fresh tears, spilling out faster than Steve can chase away.Â
âHolls, itâs okay, honey. Me and Stevie are here, okay?âÂ
She strains to speak through a chain of gasps, âI want my Mommy!âÂ
âI know, I know. Sheâll be back before you know it, I promise,â you steer sweat-slick hair behind her ear.Â
âI want her now.âÂ
âWeâve got ya, Holl,â Steve chimes in.Â
âWeâre right here.âÂ
âNoâ Mommy!âÂ
It goes like this for a while, soothing reassurances met with unyielding resolve. Hollyâs not one to be stubborn for no reason. Sheâs so exhausted and upset it breaks your heart. You try reading and music and back rubs but there seems to be no end to her sobbing.Â
Steve strokes her ankle where itâs now tucked underneath her in your lap. He looks exhaustedâ hair draped over his forehead like a claw, extra weight embedded in each of his eyelids. Youâre both at your breaking point. âYou wanna sleep with me tonight Hollybear?â he says in a tone gentler than youâve ever heard.Â
âNo. Mommy,â she persists.Â
âYou can sleep with her when she gets back. But tonight you get to have a sleepover with Steve. Or you can even sleep with me in Nancyâs bed, okay?âÂ
Red-rimmed eyes flick between you and Steve. Neither option is as good as Mom.Â
âBoth,â Holly whines.Â
âWanna lay with both of us?âÂ
She nods. âIn the middle.âÂ
âOkay,â you turn to Steve. âWe can do that.â Your words are colored like a question but heâs already nodding his answer.Â
He shovels Holly from your lap, cheek pressing into hers in an unspoken exchange of relief. âAlright, munchkin. Letâs go steal Nancyâs big bed. Sound good?âÂ
She hums her approval into his ear.Â
Steve pokes Nancyâs door open with his foot, swinging around to the tucked side of the bed. You crawl across your end as Holly slides off his chest. She molds herself against your shoulder, tugging Steve closer when he settles.Â
âGoodnight, Hollybear,â he says.Â
She steals your hand from underneath the comforter, then his where it lies on the sheet. Your knuckles brush Steveâs where they are stapled to her chest. âGoodnight,â she sighs.Â
Steve strokes up and down the back of her hand, his touch a quiet catalyst. Sheâs asleep in mere minutes, snoring softly, fingers limp against yours.Â
Steve nudges your hand where itâs already pressed to his, whispering when you turn, âAm I crazy that I find all of this kinda fun?âÂ
You shake your head, a smile working its way across your lips. âGuess that would make me crazy too.âÂ
âI know I always complain about driving those little shits around but Hollyâs actually really fun to babysit.âÂ
âYeah, she is. At least itâs not the end of the world this time, right?â
âYeah, that probably helps, huh?â Amusement ebbs into a sigh. âIâm kinda dreading going home, to be honest.â
âWhy donât we put Mike in a wig? Kidnap Holly for ourselves.âÂ
He snorts into his pillow. âOh, yeah. Thatâll work. âYeah, I dunno Mrs. Wheeler, she had a crazy growth spurt while you were gone.ââ
âWeâd take good care of her.â
âWe would,â he nods. âYouâre really good with her.âÂ
âSo are you. Kinda surprised me actually.â
âReally? Cause Dustin tells me weekly Iâd make a good mother.âÂ
âYeah, but theyâre different. Older. And donât get me wrong, youâre great with them and they love hanging out with you. Hollyâs just little. Youâre so much gentler with her, and like, you always seem to know what to do.âÂ
âFor the record, I have no clue what Iâm doing.â
âMe neither. I don't know what Mrs. Wheeler was thinking asking us to do this.â
Intertwined laughter fades, but something elseâ something similarâ lingers. An almost tangible buzz of energy, as if the silence itself is alive with unspoken words. You entertain the idea that the feelingâs not exclusive to just you. That Steve hears the same jitter in his pulse and feels the same flutter against his ribs. That you arenât alone to be feeling such a way.   Â
âIs itââÂ
âAre weââ
âSorry, you go,â he jabbers out.Â
The words trickle back down your throat, too thick to cross your tongue again. âYou can probably go now,â you decide.Â
His gaze jumps to Hollyâs chest where his hand is still coupled with one of hers.Â
âIf you want,â you amend. âYou donât have to.âÂ
âYou don't mind? If I stayed?â
You shake your head.
âJust worried sheâll wake up if I move.âÂ
You try to flatten your excitement as you reply, âYou can stay.âÂ
His gaze swims with yours across Nancy's room, skimming over the cluttered dresser, the desk strewn with books and pens, to the shuttered closet doors.
âSorry aboutâ you knowâ I heard Nancy⊠dumped you,â you say, immediately regretting the awkward phrasing.
âHarsh,â he squints and casts you a bittersweet grin. âBut true.â
âIs it⊠weird? To be in here?âÂ
âA little. But not as much as I thought it would be. Hell of a lot better than Mikeâs room.âÂ
You hum, watching the gentle shift in his brows.Â
âIs it weird for you?âÂ
âMe?â you ask. âIn what way?âÂ
âYou and Nance. You donât always see eye to eye.âÂ
âI mean, yeah. When our decisions involve risking our livesâ or the kidsâ sheâs pretty damn impulsive. And she can be real stubborn and selfish sometimes too. But I dunno, I still love her. Sheâs been sort of like a sister since everything started. I think thatâs why we argue.âÂ
âWhat does that make me? Your brother?âÂ
You roll your eyes. âNo, youâre the stray dog we adopted.âÂ
âOkay. Thatâs just mean.â
âIâm kidding, Iâm kidding.â Your laugh laps out louder than you intend, but Holly remains still. âI dunno who youâd be. The love interest?â
âI can work with that, sexy love interestââ
You scoff. âDonât put words in my mouth, Harrington.âÂ
âOkay, okay. But love interest becauseâŠâ
âCause you dated Nance.â
âOh,â he exhales.Â
âYou donât agree? Should we go back to stray dog?âÂ
âOh, shut up. Iâm going to bed.â Steve rolls onto his side with a sigh.Â
âKeep your snoring to a minimum, please.âÂ
He grumbles, narrowing his eyes at your smirk. âI donât snore.â
âYou do. I could hear it from here last night.â
âNo, you didnât.â
âI did,â you argue. âIt definitely wasnât Holly.âÂ
âWhatever. Goodnight.âÂ
âNight.âÂ
Only when your eyes are closed does his smile finally emerge. Itâs silly how quickly you can pull it out of him. It throws him for a loop every time. But with you at his side, maybe heâll dream of happier things for once. Either way, itâs easier to fall asleep, just knowing youâre there falling asleep too.Â
áŻâ
âShhhh!âÂ
âNo, you shhhh,â a lighter voice giggles.Â
âHolly,â Steve scolds, mirth buttering his tone. You know heâs smiling by the sound alone.Â
Hollyâs laughter triples in volume but then is abruptly muffled.Â
âEwâ did you just lick me?âÂ
And this all just sounds way too cute to miss out on. You pry your lashes apart, still sticky with sleep, and flip on your side to face them.Â
They freeze, eyes widening adorably in sync. Steve is reclined against the headboard, an arm bent behind his neck. Holly is sprawled halfway across his tummy, toes tickling your side.Â
âSorry,â he offers like youâd be mad. But how could you possibly be anything but enamored waking up to their giggly little voices? If you could be woken up like this every day, you would.Â
You shake your head, scratching underneath your eyes. The walls are bathed in muted colors, waiting to be warmed by the sunrise. Itâs still early.Â
Holly rolls off of Steve onto the floor and barrels out of the room.Â
âWhere are you going?â he shouts.Â
âPotty!âÂ
Steve turns to you, eyes roving across your bedhead for an embarrassingly long amount of time. âGood morning.â
âMorning.â
âDid she kick you last night?âÂ
You rake your fingers through your hair, quickly moving them to your lips to stifle a yawn. âNot that I remember.âÂ
âOh, youâd remember. Trust me. She was on top of me the whole night.â Heâs smiling like an idiot. He couldnât sound annoyed about it if he tried.Â
âAww, she loves you,â you coo.Â
âYeah,â he agrees, pink dusting his cheeks, âI canât wait to do this.â
âHmm?â
âSettle down. Have a family. I wasnât, like, a hundred percent sure before, but I am now.âÂ
âYouâll be a good dad.â
He beams at you like heâs just won the lottery. âYou think?âÂ
âFor sure.â And he really would. Youâre sure of it after last night.Â
He opens his mouth to speak but your stomach cuts him off with an obnoxious growl. âHungry?â Steve chuckles.Â
âShut up.â You swipe your pillow and smack him.Â
He smacks you back, pulling it to his chest before you can steal it. âWanna go out for breakfast?âÂ
Your brain short circuits. You forget youâre babysitting and not just laying in bed with Steve Harrington for fun. He is not asking you on a date like your heart assumes.Â
âOh, yeah. Sure. For sure,â you sputter out, heat licking up the back of your neck.Â
âIâll go see what she wants,â he slides onto the floor and shakes his legs awake.Â
Steveâs tall, even sluggishly slumped over. But even more so as he stretchesâ arms rising with his shirt, revealing a fraction of golden skin above his waistband. A long, lazy moan climbs out of his chest.Â
You push the comforter off before you burst into flames.Â
Holly determines she wants IHOP because they put chocolate chips and sprinkles on the pancakes. Steve supplies her with an outfit and wrestles her hair into pigtails with bows to match her skirt. Itâs surprisingly coordinated and admittedly cute, but maybe youâre wrong to be so surprisedâ he knows his way around a comb and a closet.Â
âCan I get pancakes?â she asks Steve, perched on the bottom step of the stairs.Â
Heâs cross-legged on the floor, hunched over to lace her sneakers. âI already told you yes, silly goose.â
âCan I get extra sprinkles?â
âUhh, does your mom let you?â
She thinks about it before answering. âYes, I think so.âÂ
âSure, then.â He grins, clapping her tied shoes together before standing.Â
You shoulder Hollyâs bag, stuffed with books and toys and a jacket in case it rains, courtesy of Steve who insisted she might need it. âReady?â you ask him.
Steve races Holly to the car while you lock up. Mrs. Wheeler installed Hollyâs car seat in Steveâs beamer before she left but youâve yet to use it.Â
âItâs too tight,â Holly whines from the car, loud enough to hear from the top of the driveway.Â
âI know, âm working on it,â Steve assures, working his fingers under the straps. âJust gotta figure it out.â
âHurry!âÂ
âIâm hurrying, Holl. Give me a secâ.âÂ
You open the passenger door and peek around the headrest to view her. The belts are buckled but not tight enough to spark concern. âHeâs going as fast as he can, Holly. Be patient.âÂ
She squirms under his hands, exhaling sharply. And like her, Steveâs frustration mounts, jaw tightening, brow furrowing. His fingers keep slipping and heâs not totally sure which button or strap is for loosening.Â
You swing around to Hollyâs door and cup Steveâs shoulder. âLet me try.â
He knocks his head on the roof as he pulls out.Â
You wince, âOkay?âÂ
He softens as you reach for his neck, though your fingers never land. Still, the tender look you offer is enough to cure any bumps or bruises he mightâve gotten.Â
Itâs an unfortunate amount of trial and error before Holly is fastened in properly. Steve cranks the AC on full blast when you finally settle into your seats and circles through radio stations after he backs out. He finds the kidâs station, playing a Muppetâs song that Steve apparently knows every word to. He sings unapologetically loud, a stupid grin sewn to his face.Â
When you arrive, Holly happily holds your hand through the parking lot, still clutching tightly as you wait to be seated. She climbs onto your lap to make room on the waiting bench for a woman looking ready to pop out a baby any minute. Steve stands at your other side, arm braced behind your neck.Â
âHow old is she?â the woman asks you fondly.Â
âSheâs five,â you return her smile, bouncing your knee. âRight, Holly?â
Holly twists to hide in your neck, nodding.Â
âSheâs very cute,â she says with such love you already believe her baby is in good hands. âYour sister?â Her eyes flick from yours to Steve who is mostly oblivious to the conversation.Â
âNo, just babysitting.âÂ
âOh, well, youâll make good parents one day.âÂ
The comment renders you speechless. Itâs not that you hadnât considered children before, but you hadnât pictured them with Steve. With his smile, his eyes, his nose. Itâs that this woman who doesnât even know you imagined it before you had. You blink at her stupidly through a forced smile.
Steve squeezes your shoulder, ripping you from your thoughts. âYou okay? Tableâs ready.âÂ
You get seated in a booth overlooking the parking lot.Â
Holly bends across Steveâs lap to point through the window. âI see our car!âÂ
âYeah, thatâs her.âÂ
Hollyâs face contorts with confusion. âHer? Your carâs a girl?âÂ
âYepââ
The waitress swings over with a handful of menus and a hasty introduction. Steve already knows what he wants and he places Hollyâs order after his, making sure to clarify the extra sprinkles when she calls his name repeatedly to remind him. As soon as you decide, the waitress bustles off with the pair of menus to another table.Â
Holly slides her paper menu closer, examining each activity.Â
Steve picks open the box of crayons, revealing a stingy threeâ red, green, and blue. âYou know, for a multi-million dollar company, youâd think they could afford more than three crayons.â
âAnd more staff,â you add, eyes tailing another waitress zipping from one table to another.Â
Holly points at herself, Steve, and then you, counting, âOne, two three. Three crayons for three people.âÂ
âYeah, good point,â Steve pats her thigh. âAlways the optimist.âÂ
âOp-ta-nist?â
âOp-ta-mist,â he clarifies.Â
She snags the green crayon and presses it to the paper. âWhatâs that?â
Steve opens and closes his mouth. âWell, itâs likeâ itâs when youâ youâre happy a lot. Grass is always greener on the other side, you know?âÂ
Steve lost her at the metaphor but sheâs too focused on staying inside the lines to care about the definition of optimist anymore.Â
âYou got there eventually. Sort of,â you tease.Â
His foot stabs your ankle under the table. âShut up.âÂ
Steve lets Holly win every single round of tic-tac-toe while showering her with praise, convincing her she's a tactical mastermind. You canât quite tell if sheâs onto him, but sheâs too busy grinning to say otherwise.
The waitress plants your and Steveâs plates on the table first, reaching behind to scoop Hollyâs off her tray next. âAnd, chocolate chip pancakes with extra sprinkles for the little one.âÂ
âThank you,â you manage to say before she leaves to tend to another table flagging her down. âHolly, want syrup?â
âYes, please.âÂ
You pour a spiral of maple syrup over Hollyâs pancakes. The amount of sugar on her plate might qualify it more as candy than breakfast. And sheâs ogling the food like itâll grow legs and run away.Â
âSteve, will you cut them up for her?â
He nods, swallowing a mouthful of scrambled eggs and trading his fork for a knife. As soon as he slides her meal back over, Holly ravages the pancakes, spooning another bite in her mouth before sheâs swallowed the last.
The waitress whisks by with drink refills, joy driving her to a smile at the sight of Holly and her half-empty plate.Â
âI swear we feed her at home,â Steve chuckles through his own joke. What a dad thing to say. âCan we get some more napkins?âÂ
And itâs like he knows whatâs going to happen. Holly stretches across the table for the syrup bottle, drawing back with an open-mouthed grimace.Â
âUh-oh.â She presses her chin to her chest. Thereâs a patch of syrup turning the hem of her pink shirt brown.Â
âWhat?â Steve throws a pigtail behind her shoulder so he can see. âOh. Itâs okay.âÂ
âIt was an accident,â Holly explains.Â
âI know. Itâs okay.âÂ
âItâs sticky.â
âItâll wash off.â Steve dunks a clean napkin in his cup of water and dabs it across the stain.Â
âItâs too cold,â she complains, pinching the fabric away from her skin.Â
âSorry. Itâll dry. Have to get the syrup out, though.âÂ
You deliver another wad of napkins to Steveâs hand. He pushes them against her belly, soaking up any excess water. His patience never frays.
Holly looks up, worry etched into her voice, âWill it stain?âÂ
âI dunno,â you supply truthfully. âWeâll throw it in the wash when we get home.âÂ
Steve pays the bill with the cash the Wheelers left and scrapes his wallet for change, stacking two quarters on the table when he finds them. âSince youâve been such a good listener. Thereâs a sticker machine up front,â he tells Holly.Â
Steve might as well have slapped a ticket to Disney World on the table. Holly literally jumps for joy, right out of her seat. She buys a random Lisa Frank sticker and pockets the second coin for her piggy bank.Â
Itâs Steveâs idea to go to the playground afterward. The park is teeming with life, the kind of chaos that only a weekend morning can bring. Swings creak under the weight of eager kids, and the monkey bars have their own traffic jam. Parents wrap the playground like a barricade, their chatter drowned out by laughter and shouts. But the heat presses down ruthlessly, making every step feel like youâre wading through a sauna.
Holly tears away from Steveâs hand as soon as her shoes hit the mulch, rejoicing in her newfound freedom with a little skip. She races up a set of stairs to wait for a turn on the tallest slide.Â
âShouldâve brought sunscreen,â Steve says, eyes following Holly down the slide. She flashes you both a prideful smile from the bottom.Â
âSheâll survive. We wonât stay long. Itâs too hot.â You pull your shirt out to fan your chest, dabbing the sweat beading at your sternum.Â
âCareful!â he shouts as she hops from one platform to the next. She continues to bounce along the path, one wobbly leap at a time. A particularly long jump has Steve cringing. Heâs trying really hard not to be overanxious and itâs as sweet as it is amusing.Â
He side-eyes your grin with an opposing frown. You donât even have to say anything for him to know youâre teasing him. âWhat?âÂ
You shrug, smile doubling. âYou.â
âWhat about me?âÂ
âYouâre just funny.âÂ
âMy concern is funny to you?â he accuses.Â
âSheâs fine, Steve.âÂ
He makes a noise of disagreement, arms crossed and a hip popped out dramatically far. You see why Dustin teases him for being motherly.Â
Holly struggles with the monkey bars. She makes it halfway across before her arms start to shake and her hands slip. Steve lunges forward as he watches her plummet to the ground. But before he can swoop in, Holly pops up, dusts the dirt from her skirt with a nonchalant shrug, and marches on, completely unfazed.Â
âSee. Sheâs fine,â you reassure.
âWhatever,â Steve grumbles, strolling away to sulk in private.Â
He makes a slow lap around the playground, hands planted firmly on his hips, casting a critical eye over the chaos. Meanwhile, you snag a spot on a bench, where most parents are engrossed in magazines or gossip, blissfully detached. You watch Steve get roped into playing a monster, though you can tell he secretly loves it.Â
It doesnât take long for him to start stomping around, roaring and growling, chasing the kids as they shriek and scatter. And when they finally tire him out, he collapses beside you, his shirt clinging to his sweaty back, and his breath coming in ragged bursts.Â
âI told her five more minutes,â he says, stretching an arm across the back of the bench behind you. His curls shine honeycomb gold in the spray of sunlight and his skin echoes the warmth of desert sand, softened pink like the blush of sunset. He looks strikingly gorgeous sprawled out beside you.Â
Holly trots over not much later, alarmingly upset.Â
You sit up, urgently shaking Steveâs thigh to grab his attention. âWhat happened, honey?âÂ
âIâ I was,â she sucks in a staggered breath, âI was climbing the stairs andâ and a boy, he pushed me.â Twin rivulets of tears are unleashed with a blink, converging at the curve of her chin.Â
You scan her from head to toe. Nothing looks broken or bloody. âAre you hurt?âÂ
âNo,â she strains.Â
You drag her into your chest, pressing a loving cheek to her ear. âDid it scare you?âÂ
She nods, hiccuping into your neck.Â
âIâm sorry, Holly. That wasnât nice at all.âÂ
Steveâs gaze shifts between Holly and the playground to search for guilty suspects. He finds none, thankfully, though heâs still itching to wring out whatever parent it is not watching their kidâ which is unfortunately most of them.
âLet me see,â he coaxes Holly over for his own checkup. He picks a piece of mulch from her hair and flicks off another stamped into her calf. âThink youâll make it? Should we call an ambulance?âÂ
She doesnât smile at his joke like you hope.Â
âReady to go home?â you ask.
She sniffs into her sleeve. âYeah.âÂ
âAlright.â Steve hoists her up as he stands. Holly's long legs wrap around his waist, feet swaying against his thighs as he walks.Â
Holly naps on the way home, not by choice but by sheer exhaustion. She convinces herself she didnât actually fall asleep when she wakes up in the driveway, swearing, âI just closed my eyes.âÂ
But itâs quickly apparent that twenty minutes was not enough. She cries because her leftover pizza for lunch is cold in the middle and again when she rubs the sauce in her eye. You turn on a movie, hoping to induce another nap, but The Aristocats is just too good to sleep through. Thankfully, her grumpiness wanes into a more manageable pout, her arms uncrossing to snuggle closer to you on the couch.
When the movie ends, she slinks up, her departure leaving your lap cold. After a long-winded debate about what to do, you all finally agree on playing a board game. Steve steers Holly downstairs to pick one out and she returns with a rekindled excitement, dropping the game Twister at your feet.Â
Thereâs nothing inherently wrong with Twister, but you were expecting something easier. Candy Land or Chutes and Ladders. So you let Steve and Holly go first. The round ends in a heap of tangled limbs and giggles, a winner unclear. But Holly wins the match against you, admittedly fair and square. And itâs all fun and games until she insists you and Steve must compete.Â
âEhh, Holly. My arms are tired,â you reason.Â
âBut I wanna be the referee too,â she whines. âPleaseee!âÂ
Steve shrugs at you, a playful little curve to his lips. If you say no, that makes only you the bad guy. And you just canât bring yourself to break Hollyâs heart over something so simple.Â
âOkay,â you sigh, ignoring the nervous tick in your chest.Â
Holly pushes you by the hips onto the mat to stand opposite Steve. She gets situated on the floor and excitedly flicks the spinner, calling, âLeft foot. Blue!âÂ
You each step toward a blue dot. Easy.Â
âRight foot on green.âÂ
Right foot, green. Youâre shoulder to shoulder now, hips angled toward his.Â
âRight hand⊠yellow!âÂ
âHere we go,â you mumble, bending down to reach yellow. âOkay.âÂ
Steve chuckles and follows suit, free hand hovering awkwardly behind your shoulder.Â
You twist your head until you canât, just to see the stupid look on his face. âYou know, your long legs really give you an unfair advantage here.âÂ
âDonât be a sore loser,â he chides, hot breath fanning the back of your already hot neck.Â
âDonât speak so soon, Harrington. Youâre the one whoâs gonna lose.âÂ
âRight hand, red,â Holly announces.Â
You lean back toward red, headbutting Steveâs side so you donât fall. He curls into position next, swaying until his back pocket is inches from your nose.Â
âOh my God, Steve. Get your butt out of my face!â Youâd shove him if you had an extra hand.Â
Holly giggles in that contagious way kids laugh, automatically pulling one from Steve.Â
âDonât make me laugh. If I go down, so are you,â he reminds you.Â
âUmm, left foot green,â Holly says.Â
Steve groans dramatically, whining. âWhat! Holly, thatâs impossible. Spin again.âÂ
She cackles, reminiscent of Queen Holly. âNope, you have to! Thatâs the rules!â
And somehow, you both make it to green without knocking each other over. But youâre getting distractedâ Steveâs hand has brushed your calf three times now and his shirt is loose, hanging off his chest in a way that gives you a clear view of his tummy. This might as well be sabotage. You tear your eyes away. You must focus. You didnât care much for winning before, but something about Steve brings out your competitive side.Â
âRight hand, green.âÂ
You bow your knee until itâs wedged uncomfortably into your ribcage so you can reach the green. Your thighs quickly begin to ache. You wonât last much longer in this position. Especially not when Steve arches over you like a human bridge, the zipper of his jeans tickling your back where your shirt has scrunched up.Â
He shakes his hair out of the way so he can see you, albeit upside down. His smile stretches wide, radiating pure, unfiltered joy. Heâs having the time of his life, and admittedly, so are you.Â
Your elbow juts out, nearly giving under the weight of his gaze alone. But you snap it back in place and practically beg Holly, âSpin.âÂ
âLeft foot blue!â
You and Steve lunge for the same blue circle. His sock slides against the tarp, leg extending much farther than heâs prepared for. His arm buckles, chest slamming down against your back. Your elbows give out immediately under the force of his weight, jaw slamming into the floor.Â
âShit, sorry! You okay?âÂ
A burst of laughter tumbles out of your mouth before you can answer. But maybe itâs an answer in itself. Your chin stings but you're fine. Better than fine, even.Â
As soon as Steve scrambles off of you, you flip onto your back. His eyes trickle down you in assessment, eyebrows knitting together, mouth twitching like it canât decide whether to frown or smile.Â
âIâm okay,â you manage, smiley and breathless.Â
âDid you hit your face?â
âJust my chin.âÂ
He reaches for your face with hesitant fingers. âSorry.â
You shake your head, bolstering his wrist as he cups your chin. âI definitely won.âÂ
And just like that, all his worry washes away. He pries your hand from his wrist, wrenching you up to sit. âTechnically, you hit the floor first.âÂ
You glance over to Holly for her professional refereeâs opinion but find sheâs no longer there. âWhereâsââ
âI found it!â she yells from the upstairs. What exactly she found, youâve no idea. But she comes stomping down the stairs not a minute later with a little box in her hands. Bandaids, you realize, as she dumps the contents on the twister mat beside you. âTheyâre Hello Kitty,â she says, stripping the paper backing off of one.Â
You let her little fingers stamp it to the curve of your chin. Itâs not bleeding, nor does it really hurt that bad, but the gesture is sweet enough to melt your heart. âThank you, Holly. Youâre so gentle. You should be a candy striper.âÂ
âI donât think Iâm old enough.â
âWhen youâre older then.â
Steve decides Twister is far too dangerous to keep playing, but Holly demands a game of Mouse Trap so it works out. Steve wins, despite you and Hollyâs strategic alliance halfway through. And by then, sheâs asked about dinner twice so you shelve the rest of the games and head up to the kitchen to decide together.Â
Holly hums into the freezer, âChicken nuggets⊠pizza rollsâ oh! Eggos, can we have Eggos?âÂ
Steve bites the inside of his cheek, peering over her, âWhy donât we cook something? We could have a fancy dinner. Like a dinner party.â
âCan we dress up?â
âSure,â he shrugs, flipping a pack of ground beef over.Â
âPasta?â you call from the pantry.
âOoh, yeah. Letâs do that.â
Holly sprints upstairs for a costume, much more interested in the party than the dinner. You pull a box of noodles and an unopened jar of sauce from the shelf while Steve grabs a pot from the cabinet and sticks it under the faucet.Â
âCareful. Stoveâs on,â you announce, flicking the dial on high.Â
Steve backs up from the sink slowly, water sloshing over the side of the pot when he bumps the table.Â
âSteve,â you chuckle, pulling a dish towel from the oven handle, âIt doesnât need to be that full.âÂ
âNo?âÂ
âNo, dump like, half of that out.âÂ
He nods, pouring some out and depositing the rest over the stove. âIâm gonna be honest, Iâve never made pasta before.â
âYeah, I couldâve guessed,â you quip, elbowing his side with the box of noodles in hand. âPour these in?â
He takes the box and gives it a good shake. âHow much?âÂ
âMaybe half? Little more?âÂ
He tips it over the water, snapping it back up when much more than half slides out. âOops.âÂ
âItâs okay.â You chuck a few stray pieces from the counter into the pot. âEveryoneâs getting seconds tonight. What do you like in your pasta?âÂ
âSauce?âÂ
The laugh fizzles out in your throat as you realize heâs not making a joke. âBesides sauce. Cheese? Meat? Spices?âÂ
âOh, uhh, Iâm not sure.â Steve scratches the back of his neck, hand retracting to fidget with the hem of his shirt. Heâs antsy, clearly nervous. Maybe embarrassed of his cooking knowledge, or rather, lack of it. Or perhaps afraid the pasta will end up something like the first set of grilled cheeses.Â
âWeâll keep it simple then. Holly probably wonât like it too fancy anyway.âÂ
Steve nervously watches the water bubble, foam climbing up the sides. âDo you like garlic bread? Saw some in the freezer.âÂ
You fish the box out and line a pan with three pieces. And with bread in the oven and the pasta starting to boil, you hop on the counter to wait. Â
âHow long does it take?â Steve asks.
âNot long.âÂ
You open the drawer beside your legs and find a big wooden spoon. Lucky guess. âHere. Stir.âÂ
His eyes follow the ladle, stirring with steady hands. Itâs a peaceful quiet, his focus unusually soft. Not the urgent, fate of his life kind of determination youâre used to seeing.Â
When itâs ready, you pinch the spoonâs neck, fingertips sweeping his for the half a second before he lets go. âNow we strain the water. Then we can add the sauce.âÂ
You find a strainer and plant it in the sink while Steve carries the pot over and pours. He sets it back on the stove, per your orders, and offers a hand when you struggle with the sauce lid.Â
He pins the jar against his chest, knuckles straining white in several attempts to twist the cap. But it pops off after a good shake, spraying sauce across your cheek, and spinning to the floor like a frisbee.Â
Steve freezes, gawking at your face with a stupid smile.Â
âSteve!â You scoop up a dish towel and smack his arm.Â
He throws his hands up and turns a shoulder to you. âI didnât mean to,â he snickers.Â
âDonât laugh! Iâll pour that whole jar over your head.âÂ
He doesnât buy your threat one bit, still laughing as he sets the jar down and steals the towel from your hands. âIâll get it. Sit still.âÂ
You summon the most menacing glare you can manage while suppressing a smile. He presses the towel to your cheek, thumb gliding across your skin as he wipes the sauce in one languid motion. His eyes flick down to your lips and youâre positive you arenât imagining it.Â
But youâre sweating and your stomach is churning andâ âThe pasta!â You ram into Steveâs shoulder trying to get by, rushing to turn the stove temperature down.Â
Steve whisks up behind you to see the food. âIs it burnt?âÂ
âNo, no. It should be fine.â You scrape the ladle under the bottom layer of noodles. âPass me the sauce?â
You avoid his eyes as you take it. Was he going to kiss you? Maybe just thinking about it? Or perhaps there was just sauce near your mouth and youâre spiraling over absolutely nothing.Â
You toss the food in sauce and divide it into three plates silently.Â
âHolly! Foodâs ready,â Steve shouts as he fixes the table with napkins and silverware.Â
She clambers down the steps in a tutu and a cardigan that youâre pretty sure is Nancyâs. Her smile drops. âWhere are your clothes?âÂ
Steve looks down at his sweats. âHolly, I think weâll justââ
âPlease, Stevie. Itâs a dinner party, remember?âÂ
His eyes dart to you, though you still canât bring yourself to look at him. âOne sec.â
He swings back into the kitchen wearing a tweed suit jacket, a silky, black one draped over his arm. His is a few sizes too big, shoulder pads drooping down his biceps, and the sleeves swallowing his hands. He pushes the fabric up his elbows to hand you the other jacket. âFor you.âÂ
âThanks,â you deadpan. It comes off less sarcastic than you aim for.Â
Holly and Steve adopt similar grins as you slip the jacket on. âYou look dashing,â she compliments.Â
âVery,â Steve agrees, taking a seat beside you.Â
You spend the rest of dinner internally debating whether heâs flirting or just indulging in Hollyâs playful antics. The uncertainty makes your stomach flip, and suddenly you arenât so hungry anymore.Â
After the dinner party concludes, itâs Hollyâs suggestion to go for a walk. She wheels her bike out of the garage, fitted with a set of training wheels and a handlebar bursting with tinsel. A yawn rolls off her tongue as she launches down the driveway. It raises your hopes for a smoother bedtime tonight.Â
Even as the horizon melts into the Earth, the summer heat clings like a heavy hand. Trees project long shadows along the road, eating whatâs left of the sunlight. Bugs buzz and birds chirp, but a sleepy stillness is ubiquitous.Â
âWhat?â you ask suddenly, whipping your head to face Steve. Heâs drenched in gold, pale wisps of hair riding the breeze as he strolls.Â
âI didnât say anything.âÂ
âYouâre staring at me. I feel it.âÂ
âI wasnât,â he assures.Â
You blink at him. You canât decide whether to be annoyed at such an obvious lie or embarrassed by the truth.Â
He jogs ahead before youâve come up with something to say. Halfway to Holly, he shouts, âCome on, slowpoke!âÂ
It only takes one loop around the block for the heat to catch up. Holly complains incessantly about her helmet strap being too tight even after Steve fixes it and youâre itchy from sweat and mosquito bites. Steveâs, well, he might be the only content one. Happy even, guiding you home with a subtle bend to his lips and a soft glow tinting his cheeks.Â
Holly whines about having to take a bath, and while you might negotiate it another night, you can see the damp line down her back. But like you suspect, all grievances are forgotten the second she gets in. She likes playing in the bath, even if she forgets it. Itâs where she keeps her mermaid Barbie and her collection of rubber ducks, coincidentally all named Bob.Â
And while bath time might tend to feel like more of a chore as a babysitter, tonight is different. Itâs your last night at the Wheelers, and while thatâs not new information, it is startlingly sad. You arenât irritated when she splashes water in your eye or when she leaves a trail of it down the hall for you to clean. You canât be, not when you know youâll miss it.Â
Steve helps you tuck Holly into Nancyâs bed. After pinky swearing that youâll both return at your own bedtime, she drifts off easily. Youâre thankful, of course, but a piece of you secretly hoped to be needed longer. Â
âMustâve been tired,â Steve whispers, pushing slowly off the bed. âYou okay?âÂ
You nod, tearing your eyes from Holly to meet Steveâs. âKinda sad.â You shrug, murmuring, âStupid.âÂ
âItâs not.â He cups your shoulder and runs a warm hand up and down your arm. âCome on.âÂ
You take his hand and let him lead you across the hall and down the stairs. He pulls you onto the couch so you land pressed into the same cushion heâs on. âYâknow, babysitting Hollyâs a breeze compared to the usual shitheads. We donât have to worry about her taking my car keys or fighting interdimensional monsters or summoning a gate to hell,â he says.Â
A soft laugh parts your lips. âThink Holly will put in a good word for us with her parents?âÂ
âYou kidding? She loves us. Especially me,â he jokes. âHate to break it to you but Iâm definitely her favorite.âÂ
âNo, you are not. Shut up.âÂ
He catches your fist mid-punch, cradling your hand like itâs made of wet sand. His thumb crosses each divot between your fingers, stroking up and down your knuckle slowly. âIâm sure theyâll ask us to babysit her again at some point.â
You hum in agreement.Â
âBesides, we could expand our horizons. Thereâs like a million other children in Hawkins that need babysitting.âÂ
Your smile spills into your cheeks. âWe?âÂ
âYeah, I think we make a pretty damn good team. Donât you?âÂ
âI do, but⊠we donât have to limit our interactions to just babysitting, you know?âÂ
âWhat are you thinking? Dinner and a movie? Next weekend?â His eyes flick from your fingers to your faceâ to each eye, sweeping down the center of your nose, stopping right at your lips.Â
You turn away in an attempt to soothe your heart as it pounds up to your ears. âSmooth, Harrington.âÂ
He reels you back in gently by the arm, confidence shining through his smile.âWhat? Did I read this wrong?â He knows he didnât, heâs teasing you.Â
âNo,â you mumble, âYou didnât.âÂ
He leans in to whisper, âCan I kiss you then?âÂ
You nod, pushing into the soft press of his lips with your own. Heâs not hesitant, nor is he harsh. Steve knows how to kiss, that much is clear. He trades your hand for your cheek, gently tilting your face to the side as he pulls away.Â
Your eyes flutter open to a doting gaze. One that travels down the lines and slopes of your neck like theyâre made of candy. Steve plants a second kiss on your lips, though fleeting in comparison to the first. But he plants several more to make up for it, working his way in a Z down your cheek, across your jaw, and back down your neck. Theyâre quick, ticklish little pecks of affection. A sweetness if you ever knew it.Â
âSteve,â you admonish, though giggles betray your tone. The hands that frame his face glide gently down to his throat, your thumbs meeting at his Adam's apple. âWeâre babysitting.âÂ
âI know,â he says, kissing your lips for a third time. âJust had to get a few extra in there. For all the times I thought about kissing you this weekend.âÂ
âDonât say that.â
âWhy?â He laughs, bubbly like youâve surprised him. âItâs true. I thought about it all weekend.âÂ
You donât know why you askâ why you even thought of it at a time like thisâ but you question him, âWhat about Nance?âÂ
âWhat about her?âÂ
âYou donâtâŠâ you trail off, afraid to even speak the possibility into existence.Â
âWeâre done. We have been. For a lot longer than I was willing to admit,â he admits honestly.Â
âYeah, but do youââ
âI donât. Still have feelings for her. Not like that, anyway.âÂ
You meet his eyes, feeling a strange blend of emotions you canât quite name.
âIf you donât believe me, youâll just have to let me prove it to you,â he holds your gaze, warm with a sincerity that makes it hard to doubt him.Â
âI believe you.âÂ
You let Steve kiss you several more times on that couch. Heâs patient, deliberate, and more kind than you ever imagined heâd be. Itâs hard to understand why Nancy would ever let someone like that go.Â
áŻâ
On Monday morning, you blink awake first, the comforting weight of a hand thatâs not yours across your hip and another, much lighter one, at your belly. You turn over slowly, finding Steve and Holly wrapped around each other like ivy on trellis. You donât imagine many people look this pretty asleep. The comb of long lashes kissing the soft flush in his cheeks. The golden lather of sunrise in each wild swoop of hair. The way his lips part for a sigh cuter than you knew one could be.Â
He mumbles something unintelligible, sleep talk perhaps.Â
You whisper back anyway, âWhat?âÂ
Steve sighs, smearing his cheek against the pillow. âBeing a creeper.âÂ
âMe?âÂ
âMhmm.â One eye slowly unbinds itself from sleep. Steve adores the tight-lipped smile on your face, broad with an infatuation he forgot could be aimed at him. His hand twitches at your side.Â
âYou just look so pretty when you sleep,â you admit. Is it too soon to say such things?Â
His eye closes as he smiles, nosing into Hollyâs hair, selfishly keeping it to himself. You reach across her body to find it, swiping a loving finger across his lips when you do.Â
You stay in bed for as long as Holly will allowâ which is not very long after she wakes upâ but you donât mind. You watch fondly as Steve helps her brush her teeth and as she helps Steve toast and butter the Eggos. Like Steve, Hollyâs a good kid. Theyâre both helpers at heart.Â
And youâre sure to remind Mrs. Wheeler of that when she rings the house to let you know theyâre almost home. Hollyâs excitement quickly dwindles into sadness the moment she realizes you wonât be staying. But she uses it to bargain one final game of hide and seek before you go.Â
âCome on.â Steve drags you by the wrist, bustling upstairs to the bathroom. He throws the shower curtain aside and jumps in, offering his hand to help you after. You sit scrunched together, knee to knee on the porcelain floor, giggling like children.Â
âShhh,â you squeeze his kneecap. âYouâre gonna get us found.âÂ
He jostles your shoulder, mouth agape. âYouâre the one whoâs laughing!âÂ
âNo,â you insist, though the light in your eyes suggests otherwise. Curiosity sparks and the irrepressible urge to act on it wins. You lean in for a kiss, confirming thatâs all it takes to shut Steve up.Â
He tastes like maple syrup, loving with his lips as much as his hands. He pulls back for breath and returns for another peck, pressing into the corner of your mouth where your smile keeps drawing higher and higher.Â
âHard to kiss you when you're smiling.âÂ
âCanât help it,â you defend. âNever been so happy.âÂ
He softens like warm icing, a sweet and gooey mess in your arms. But the shake of the front door closing stiffens him.Â
âMommy!â you hear quickly after.Â
Steve scrambles up and over the lip of the tub, tugging you out with him. You follow him downstairs where Mrs. Wheeler swings Holly in her arms like sheâs much smaller than she really is. Mr. Wheeler steers a suitcase silently through the entryway.Â
âDid you have so much fun?â she asks Holly, peppering kisses across her temple. âOhh, I missed you!âÂ
Holly revels in the affection overload, bending backward to giggle at you and Steve.Â
Mrs. Wheeler grins. âHow was she?âÂ
âGreat, as always,â Steve assures. His cheeks are flushed, his hair mussedâ though you could chalk that up to bedhead, not the aftermath of your short-lived makeout session.
You nod, adding, âWe went swimming and to the park andââ
âIHOP!â Holly yells. âI got pancakes with chocolate chips and extra sprinkles!âÂ
âDid you? Sounds like you had a lot of fun.â Mrs. Wheeler plants Holly on her feet. âCan you give hugs? Say thank you for being such good babysitters?âÂ
Holly launches herself at Steve. He sends you a smirk over her shoulder, rocking her side to side in his embrace. You can just hear him say, I told you so.Â
But she offers the same enthusiasm and more for you, dragging you onto the floor for a proper goodbye hug. âI donât want you to go,â she pouts in your ear.Â
âWeâll come back. We can have playdates?âÂ
âCanât you just live in Nancyâs room? Sheâs never here anyway.âÂ
You canât help but laugh. âI wish I could,â you admit honestly.Â
She reluctantly loosens her grip on your shirt when you peel away.Â
Mrs. Wheeler sees you and Steve off with a warm smile. Holly darts through her motherâs legs for one final hug on the porch. You wave goodbye, the moment slipping into something bittersweet before Steve bumps his shoulder into yours, a playful grin softening the farewell.
You dawdle up to your car, wringing your hands together when you reach the door. âSo.â
âSo,â he parrots.Â
âThis weekend, right?âÂ
His smirk blooms into a full smile. âFriday? Pick you up at seven?âÂ
âOkay,â you nod.Â
âOkay,â he chuckles, clipping a hand around your jaw and leaning in.Â
You turn away so the kiss skips across the softest stretch of your cheek. âSteve.âÂ
His eyes never leave your face as he assures you, âTheyâre not looking.âÂ
âDonât be so sure.âÂ
Holly waves at you through the living room window, a smile as wide as her face. Steveâs hand falls down to his side and he takes a platonic step back. You both return her goodbye, but Holly stays, her little hand pressed to the glass.Â
âThink sheâll tell?â Steve asks, not an ounce of worry in his tone.Â
You shrug, tugging him back in by the waist for a proper kiss. âI guess it wouldn't be the end of the world.âÂ
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and while weâre on the clingy!spencer topic, can we please please talk about spencer refusing to let you out of bed, just wanting to sleep in and cuddle on your day off *cry*
you know me soo well anon.. this is so whsiabdiwbdwonsi !!! im sorry if the format is terrible, i wrote this on mobile :(
Spencer is a morning person. Really, he is! âŠFor the most part. Itâs just that, as much as he likes getting up early, thereâs one thing that heâd choose doing over pretty much anything else: Cuddling with you!
So, of course, thatâs how he wants to spend his day off. With his arms wrapped around your torso, laying against your chest, legs tangled in yours. His face tucked into your neck, snoring softly. The two of you are so close, you struggle to tell where his body ends and yours begins.
Heâs a deep sleeper, heavier than he looks, with a suprisingly strong grip. Itâd be hard to get out if you wanted to. But you donât. How could you, really, when heâs this cuddly and comfortable and warm and soft and⊠BUT for the record, the logical part of you does try and make an effort to actually start the day.
âSpence.. Itâs almost noon??â Just to be met with an unintelligible âmmfmmhâ and a promise of just five more minutes (Also read as: another half hour.)
Any time you call him out on it, he hits you with his best over-exaggerated pout and puppy eyes, and he just knows you wonât be able to say no to him. So you just let him cuddle back into you, grumbling at his little victorious smirk. (He drives you insane. (affectionate))
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ê© She isnât super big on pda, but does little stuff like grab your hand or give you occasional kisses on the forehead just to remind you of how she loves you (and to let everyone know youâre hers).
ê© With that being said, sheâs all over you once youâre home.
ê© Absolutely loves lazy morning cuddles and kisses far more than sheâd like to admit.
ê© I just know she listens to dad music. Definitely a big fan of The Offspring.
ê© Loves to spoil her girl, but even though she doesnât admit it, she secretly loves being spoiled and coddled as well.
ê© Has a pretty high pain tolerance, but would sometimes exaggerate her pain just so youâd coddle and baby her, especially when sheâs on her period.
And you know sheâs fibbing, but you knew that if you confronted her she would immediately deny it and get super defensive (which is how you know sheâs lying).
But you love babying her, so youâre more than happy to play along.
ê© She snores, but itâs pretty soft and light, so you donât really mind at all. Itâs actually pretty comforting.
ê© Shares her coin collection with you. You donât really get the fascination, but seeing her ramble on passionately about what new coins she found only makes you fall in love deeper.
ê© Reads classics. A huge fan of Dostoevsky. But also she loves nonfictions.
ê© Absolutely sucks at video games. If you play, sheâll ask if she can try, only to get your character killed like five seconds later then complain that âsomethingâs up with your controller.â
ê© Loves having her hair played with. She would have trouble sleeping sometimes, but once your fingers are on those golden strands of hers sheâs out like a light, already softly snoring into the pillow.
ê© Sleeps completely naked with you. Not for any sexual purpose, but just feeling her bare skin against yours as youâre sleeping makes her feel closer to you than ever. Itâs an innocently intimate and loving moment she likes to share with you.
Honestly just imagine cuddling to sleep at night completely naked. Everything is quiet and youâre peppering sleepy kisses on each otherâs face, neck, shoulders, and rubbing each otherâs arms and back 'til you fall asleep oh god Iâm SICK.
ê© This woman is in love with sitcoms and I will not be elaborating any further.
ê© Claims she doesnât like cats, but once came home like an hour late because she got caught up playing with a stray cat. Refused to tell you the real reason why she was late.
ê© Cracks the dumbest jokes youâve ever heard that only put a smile on your face because of how stupid they are and how cute she is when she says them.
Remember that scene where she was trying to joke around with Lev but sheâs just super bad at it and he didnât even try to play along? âYou know our dogs can play cards like that?â Yeah, she does that with you too.
ê© Cries after arguments (canon) but canât stand people seeing her cry. Sheâs a pretty emotional person methinks.
ê© Loves festivities. Will go all out on christmas and halloween, decorating the entire place and buying gifts (pesters you with questions about what you got her).
ê© Pesto. She loves it on everything.
ê© Loves massages. Back, shoulders, feet, scalp. Loves them all and only wants them from you.
ê© A caregiver. (If youâre on meds), sheâll always make sure you take them and take them at the right time. She ensures that you eat three meals a day and get enough sleep, and even doesnât let you stay up for too long. She just wants her girl to stay healthy.
ê© Sheâs a total book hoarder. She promises not to buy another book 'til sheâs done reading the ones she has, only for you to find a paper bag with ten new books the next day.
ê© Loves you endlessly and has your entire wedding planned out in her head. She knows exactly what songs she wants to play and how she wants your dresses to look.
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SELF CARE DAY FOR LOW ENERGY DAYS
itâs important to have different routines ready to match your mood and energy level. which is why I believe preparing for self care days for when youâre just not feeling your best is essential and a great way to look out for yourself. hereâs my guide to self care days for low energy.
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despite your low energy, itâs important you still get your daily movement. however, exercise doesnât always have to be intense.
try doing one of these
â 2 minutes of touching/trying to touch your toes
â 5-7 minutes of full body stretching
â 10 minutes of yoga
or maybe just stretch your neck, roll your shoulders, and take a few deep breaths. whatever youâre ready to do :)
links to short low energy workouts:
5 minute morning yoga
11 minute stress relief yoga
10 minute lazy girl workout
8 minute good morning pilates
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do something for your mind. journal, get your thoughts out, meditate, read five pages of an inspiring book. do something that you will love and that your mind will thank you for. whether itâs sitting in silence for a few minutes or playing a game thatâll challenge your brain.
journaling prompts <3
++ whatâs been draining your energy recently?
++ whatâs been giving you positive energy recently?
++ whatâs your focus been on lately?
++ what are three things youâre happy are in your life?
++ how is my environment impacting my energy?
if your energy is low I really recommend writing about it. whatâs making you tired? reflect on it and go easy on yourself.
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the last thing you want to do is give your mind the responsibility of remembering your tasks. i donât care how little you have on your schedule, write a to do list. on a low energy day, itâs important weâre easy on ourselves. getting everything out of our head and onto a piece of paper will not only make tasks seem more manageable but will also make our minds feel a bit lighter.
write everything. I mean it. even the small and seemingly insignificant tasks. even the parts of your routine that you do everyday anyways, write it all down.
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even though weâre a little bit down, that doesnât mean we can cheat on the promises and boundaries we made with ourselves.
a low energy day doesnât mean you can jump right back into your old habits. youâll only feel worse if you do. it can be comforting to spend the whole day in bed, liking relatable TikToks and having a 7 hour screen time. but thatâs not real rest. do something thatâll nourish you while also making you feel relaxed and comfortable. whether thatâs watching an episode of your comfort show, rereading a chapter of your favorite book, or listening to your all time favorite songs while you just relax.
low energy is not a reason to practice unhealthy bad habits.
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how do we enjoy a low energy self care day besides the usual rest and relaxation? by doing some activities!!
things you can do on a low energy self care day:
++paint
++do your own nails
++movie marathon of your fave genre
++install and try out different cute & cozy games on your device
++bubble bath
++make a Pinterest board or Moodboard that will inspire you to be the best version of yourself
thank you for reading, take care!! âĄ
â messyoungie
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pairing. kim mingyu x reader
description. all your sweet husband wants is to put a baby into youâis that so bad?
âł tags. smut (18+), breeding kink, husband!mingyu, filthy honestly
w/c. 2.9k
a/n. request .. i couldnt hold back
you shut your eyes tight, squirming against the soft linen sheets as your husband holds you down. mingyuâs thick, strong arm latches onto your hips, pushing them back down whenever you dig your heels into the mattress and lift them up.
his tongue is lapping at your cunt, the lower half of his face slowly turning into a slobbering, dripping mess. âgyu,â you cry out, as he brings up a single finger and plunges it into your gummy walls, rubbing against them relentlessly and moves his mouth to your clit.
this is mingyuâs treat, as he put it five minutes earlier when you rolled on top of him this morning. youâd spent a few peaceful minutes laying on his sheet as he stroked his fingers through your hair as you drowsily murmured something about enjoying this weekend. of course, mingyu being the loving, caring, giving husband that he is, he offered to go down on you to make sure your day started off a little extra sweet.
now, as mingyu promised, youâre on the verge of your likely first of many orgasms for the next two days, nearly having to grab a pillow to cover your mouth so you donât get a noise complaint from your neighbors.
reaching down to pull his hair, mingyu moans against your core when you tug at the thick brown locks, the vibrations building up that knot that heâs been so carefully tying. heâs looking you right in the eyes and the way his eyelids are half closed, almost as if heâs enjoying this as much as you (he probably is), has that knot being pulled so tight that you canât help but let tears prick at corner of your eyes when it finally snaps.
mingyu fucks his fingers into you so fast it has you seeing stars as you ride out your orgasm, his demanding grip on your waist finally being release so you can swivel your hips to meet the movements of his hands. coming down with cries of his name and heavy pants, mingyu finally frees your overstimulated cunt of his ministrations, not breaking his gaze on you.
âyou liked that?â he asks jokingly, peeling himself away from your wet thighs, glistening chin on display under the morning glow. rolling your eyes as you finally catch your breath, you let your hiked up knees fall to the bed as mingyu crawls up to you, pressing a messy kiss on your lips.
wincing slightly at the feeling of your own wetness against your cheeks, you push his face away gently. âof course i liked that,â you mumble, face burning.
mingyu chuckles, rolling over and laying in his back next to you, legs intertwined with yours. âjust making sure angel,â he replies, bringing up a finger to wipe away some of the wetness from his lips, watching you as you shimmy your panties back on. he pouts when he realizes youâre getting up, fisting and unfisting his hand as he reaches out for you in a grabbing motion. âwant more, angel.â
you consider going along with whatever plans mingyu has, and although you are quite turned on, you also feel the need to be a little productive. âi thought this was my treat, was it not?â you retort, swinging your legs over the bed and standing up, making your way out the door.
mingyu huffs at your response, âyouâre lame,â throwing his head back. he kicks his legs around in the bed with a faux tantrum, rolling over to your sideâhe insists itâs warmerâand reaches for your phone. âhey babe, whatâs your password again?â he calls out to you in a teasing tone when youâre at the bedroom door.
âmingyu thereâs no way you just asked me that,â you sigh, knowing where this is going. he looks up at you with a smug grin as he holds your phone in the air.
âi know,â he says smugly, âi just want to hear you say it.â
warmth permeates your body at his honesty, and you ears burn as you turn away, embarrassed. âitâs your birthdayâŠâ
âaww, really?â he coos as if you havenât repeated this a million times.
âyes babe,â you mumble, walking out the door. âdonât milk it, or iâll change it.â
mingyu gasps from the bed. âyou would never,â he yells in disbelief.
âwould so!â you yell back, grinning to yourself knowing that itâs a damn lie. âwhat are you doing on my phone anyways?â you ask curiously from the kitchen.
ââm checking your calendar,â he replies, and from the open door you can see him scrolling through what you can only assume is your period app. you, once again, have an idea of where this is going to go, except this time you arenât sure if youâll be able to control yourselfânot with the way you instinctively press your thighs together as you remember that itâs that time of month.
no, not that time of monthâthe other time of month.
you donât even have time to think about what youâre going to make for breakfast because mingyu is thudding down the hallway and circling his large hand around your wrist and dragging you back to the bedroom. you canât even find it in you to protest at this point, the familiar pooling of heat at the base of your stomach reinforcing the fact that you wantâno, needâthis as much as him.
you stumble over your steps but mingyuâs grip on you is tight and steady and before you know it he has you in the air and thrown onto the mattress. âyouâre already prepped right angel?â mingyu confirms as he pushes his boxers down before clambering on top of you, resting himself between your legs.
âi dunno,â you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him down into a fierce kiss. âyou kind of did eat me out like five minutes ago, did you forget?â
âhow could i?â mingyu grins, tugging at the hem of your (his) shirt as a signal to take it off. âyou look so hot when you cum,â he adds, âwish i could take a picture and make it my wallpaper or something.â he yanks down your soiled panties once more, making it a personal goal for himself to make sure you donât get the chance to put them back on this morning.
âyou already have pictures,â you remind him, slipping off mingyuâs shirt from your body, falling back onto the sheets as he stares down at you, his painfully hard length pressing into your thigh.
âyeah but they arenât my wallpaper,â mingyu whines, flicking your clit once and chuckling at the way your body jerks.
âmaybe because i donât wantâi donât knowâdokyeom to see me naked every time you open your phone.â
âugh, youâre rightâi hate sharing,â he agrees, nudging his tip against your folds. âyou ready angel?â
"uh-huh," you murmur, lifting your hips slightly so he can line himself up with your hole. his bulbous tip hardly pushes in an inch before you're whining out his name and pushing the side of your face into the mattress from the stretch.
not even years with mingyu can prepare you for the way his cock is always so thick and longâthe initial stretch is always a challenge, but the sensation of being split in two by your one and only husband has become one that you cherish.
"fuck," mingyu grunts, letting his had fall to your shoulder as he eases his cock into your cunt. "you're fucking sucking me in babe," he continues as he finally bottoms out. pressing kissing onto your skin, you dig your nails into mingyu's back as he allows you to adjust.
when you start to involuntarily rock your hips into his, mingyu takes this as his chance to take control, pressing his arms into your pelvis to still your movements. looking up at him with confusion, his only response is a smirk as he roughly snaps his hips back, the harsh drag of his cock making your vision go hazy and your mind go dizzy. without warning, he ruts back into you, and he feels so close that you nearly feel his cock pulsing inside of your cunt.
the sound of your soaked pussy and mingyu's cock colliding echos through the room, a wet puddle forming beneath the area you connect. your body shakes on the mattress with every thrust, his hips sending you in a back and forth motion as you reach for his hand to stabilize yourself.
"fuck, how are you always this tight?" he moans, slick from your cunt running down his thigh as he angles himself higher above you.
"f-feels so good gyu," you manage to gasp, your legs weakening, their grip on his hips growing loose. "baby, your shouldersâfuckâca-can youâcan iâ" you beg incandescently, not making much sense but it seems mingyu understands the message as he slows down his movements.
"god yes." grabbing your legs, he pushes them up so that your knees are pressing against your chest. you secure them in their spot by wrapping your hands under your knees, but the position doesn't last for long before mingyu throws each leg over his shoulder so your ankles touch behind his neck. mingyu latches his arms over your legs that are now pressed against his chest, before pulling his hips back and ramming back into you.
the sound of skin slapping against skin rings in your ears and with every batter of his cock against that one spot in your cunt, you feel closer and closer to white, hot release. you grapple at the sheets around you, not being able to hold your husband's hands, and squirm at the feeling of his cock twitch inside of you.
"you close gyu? 'm close," you moan.
"yeahâshitâi can tell babe, you're squeezing me so tight, so good. gonna milk me dry angel?" he grunts, pressing down further so you're nearly bent in half.
"i wanna," you babble mindlessly, "wanna cum with youâwanna have your cum gyuâ"
even in your hazy state, you catch the way mingyu's eyes darken at your words. "fuck say that again," he orders.
"want your cum!" you cry out, feeling the hot coil in your stomach grow close to it's end. "fill me up gyu, 'm so close, 'm readyâplease, please, please, gimme your cum gyu, please." your words are going through mingyu's ears and straight down to his cock and then he's slamming into you so hard you think you might fall off the face of the earth.
"fucking perfect pussy, 'm gonna fill you up, fill you up so good your tummy's gonna be all swollen with my baby," mingyu moans with thick spurts of his seed shooting through you, marking your cunt as his. the feeling has your back arching off the mattress, legs shaking over his shoulders as you shriek his name. "you like that?"
"mingyuâshit! love it, love your cum, love you!" you whine as pleasure slams through your body, legs giving out from the tension so they fall by mingyu's side so he can continue fucking into you despite his own overstimulation.
he watches the way you twitch at every movement, looking down at the part when his cock kisses your pussy, adoring the way he's able to fuck all his dripping seed back into you, muttering to himself about how he's gotta "make sure you don't waste a drop."
within a few moments you're both intertwined as an overstimulated mess, mingyu finally stilling inside of you as you pant for breath. "think it worked?" he murmurs, and you lift your head to look down at your core.
"it'd better," you reply, letting mingyu lean down to kiss you. then, against his lips, you continue, "we fucked up the sheets for this." you shift a little and then you feel the cool wet spot that has formed, cringing at how you already have to change the sheets.
"mm, we can just make use of the spaceâŠyou know, since it's already so messy," mingyu suggest, pulling away from your lips and now that he's not kissing you, you're hyper aware of the way he's growing hard inside of you.
"mingyuâ"
"c'mon angel, you know you want to. need to see you brimming with my cum," he eggs you on, grabbing your waist and turning you over on your stomach while he's still inside of you. you feel the stretch from inside of your pussy return, and mingyu's words are doing nothing but filthy things to you because you feel yourself growing warmer at the thought of his cum seeping out of you.
"please," you squeak out when he forcefully yanks your hips up so your ass is in the air, lined up with mingyu's pelvis.
"so needy," mingyu chuckles, pulling his length out halfway, placing a hand on your ass to steady himself. your whole core is covered in wetness, a mix of his saliva from earlier when he went down on you, his cum, and your own wetness. the sticky mixture coats both of your bodies now, and mingyu can't help but spiral at the idea that after this, you're going to be filled with even more of his cum.
he snaps his hips so his cock slamming back into you with such sheer force that you lurch forward, the only thing holding you in your spot being mingyu's grip on your lower half. "bet you wanted thisâfuckâ" he mutters out, each word punctuated with increasingly sharp thrusts, "âfrom the moment you woke up. wanted to be fucked raw. wanted me to dump my cum inside of your perfect fucking pussy."
"yes!" you agree without a thought to your head, arms giving out so your face is pressing into the mattress now. your moans are a bit muffled and mingyu is slightly annoyed that he can't hear you to your fullest, releasing his irritation by plunging his cock into your gaping cunt harder and harder, which has you crying out louder and louder.
"holy fuck, you're so tightâare you gonna cum already?" mingyu groans as you arch your back and push your ass back to meet his thrusts, chasing your third orgasm of the day.
"s-sorry gyuâit feels s-so so good," you blabber, tears springing at your eyes as a sob rips at your throat. you're so close already, your core squeezing and twitching uncontrollably at the immense stimulation and pleasure that's coming over you. you're tethering on to whatever last bit of self control you have as mingyu abuses your warm, wet walls with his cock.
"don't apologize angel," mingyu reminds you, but it's hard to believe him when his voice sounds so strained. you can tell he's refraining, holding himself back from letting loose and now you're mind is going blank at the thought of mingyu cumming inside you as tears begin to streak down your cheeks.
"oh my god, mingyu, 'm getting close," you warn, body growing limp as your thighs begin to cramp.
"fuck, my precious angel gonna cum on my cock? gonna make a mess?"
"yes, love your cock mingyu, love it, need it," you plead. "can i have your cum? wan' more of your cum gyuâfeels so good." your vocabulary is reducing to that of a five-year olds (save for the repeated begging for mingyu's seed) and you can't help but hiccup over yourself.
"wan' my cum? fuck, i'll give you my cumâbreeding you like the good fucking girl you are," mingyu spits out, jamming his cock into you with sloppy but determined thrusts. they're erratic and mindless but it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum for the third time this morning.
muffling your cries with the sheets underneath you, the way you're bawling out his name and pleading, "fill me up gyu, do it deep," has him letting go of all notions of self control.
he's cumming inside of you once more with one last thrust, murmuring, "gonna fuck a baby into youâyou want that? wanna have my babies, angel?"
"yes gyuâfuck!" you moan at the feeling of his load being squirted inside of you, the hot ropes of cum seeming endless as the sensation helps you ride out the last of your orgasm.
"fuck, i've filled you to the brim," mingyu groans, looking down at the way his and your liquids cream the base of his cock and balls, the mess dripping down onto the linen. "what a mess," he mumbles to himself, more satisfied with himself than anything.
you're still slightly shaking, the past three orgasms fully catching up to you with a harsh wave of exhaustion that has your body falling forward flat onto the mattress, mingyu slipping out of you in the process. you let out a soft groan at the feeling of being empty, but have no time to dwell on the thought as mingyu flips you over again so you're lying on your back.
you're able to see the look on his face now, finally facing him, and the way his eyes sparkle down at you has your stomach tumbling in adoration. "i love you," mingyu states, eyes trailing down from your face back down to your cunt.
"i love you too," you chuckle before saying, "my eyes are up here lover boy." mingyu rolls his eyes, but doesn't peel his eyes away. "take a picture babe, it'll last longer." mingyu's eyes shoot up at that.
"can i?"
"only if you send it to me too."
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cw â sfw, fluff, mingi is sick and sulky, reader is smaller than mingi
Itâs not entirely weird for Mingi to be waking up at 11:27 a.m. Sure, heâll get up at seven or eight on a day full of schedules, but thereâs also days where he sleeps until two, three, four p.m whether itâs from jet lag or after staying up late writing. What is weird is the fact that heâs been asleep since eight p.m. yesterday.
A text from your boyfriend is what lets you know heâs finally awake, and youâre up from the sitting room couch in an instant, darting to your shared bedroom.
Heâs got the covers pulled halfway up his face with just his eyes poking out to stare at his phone screen and you wonder how a six-foot-something man can look so small.
âMorning, baby,â you say, slinking over to his side of the bed so you can sit on the edge next to him.
âMorning,â he replies, and if it werenât for the fact that he was quite literally in front of you, youâd be convinced that someone had kidnapped your boyfriend and replaced him with a complete strangerâone with a voice so deep that it rumbles when he speaks.
Your eyes widen and you giggle, but you canât say youâre surprised at how he sounds. His voice is notorious for dropping several octaves in the morning. Usually itâs sexy, but given that heâd spent the entire day before complaining about a sore throat, you canât find it in you to feel anything but pity for the poor boy.
âSo, I called your doctor and he said you need to stay home for the next four to five days at the least,â you tell him, reaching for his muss of silver hair to tangle your fingers through it softly.
âWhat-no, Iâm really fine!â he whines, pushing himself up to sit against the headboard. âI have to practice for the comeback, I canât take a break right now.â
âYouâre not taking a break, Gi, youâre going on sick leave. You kept me up all night with your sneezing and coughing,â you say, crossing your arms over your chest, only to melt as soon as he gives you his big, round, puppy eyes.
âBut itâs just a coldâŠâ
âWell, the doctor ordered it. Besides, Iâve already called Hongjoong and your managers. And I took work off today and tomorrow so I can stay home with you.â
For a split second you swear his eyes well up with tears. âYou did?â
âOf course,â you tell him. When Mingi is sick, he turns into a four week old puppy because he canât be left alone, or a newborn baby who needs a pair of eyes on him at all times so that he doesnât suffocate to death. So when you tell him youâll go make him some food and tea, he wraps his excessively giant hands around your body and clings to you, like letting go of you would mean heâll succumb to his illness.
âGi, you need fluids. Please let me go,â you remind him, but he only holds you tighter and you know itâs partly out of spite and partly because heâs just like thisâa velcro boyfriend.
âMingi, Iâll be two minutes, then Iâll come right back, okay?â you tell him.
âNo, you wonât, I know you,â he says, and you donât have to look at him to know heâs pouting. Itâs a permanent feature of his face by now.
âI will! Why else do you think I took work off, huh?â
Heâs silent then, and a moment later his arms fall loose, and he lets you go, but you leave a kiss on his forehead as an act of promise to him and shuffle back out to your kitchen.
Spurred by your boyfriendâs neediness, you gather leftover rice from the fridge, chicken broth, and a handful of vegetables with haste and start to boil the concoction that your mother taught you how to make, the one that got you through not just fevers but through heartbreaks, losses, and cold winters.
âThe most important ingredient,â she would say, âis a sprinkle of your heartââthough Mingi deserved more than just a sprinkle.
The kettle boils away and your stew bubbles with life in no time. Itâs also no time before a giant, warm, sniffling body plasters itself to your back and buries his face into your neck, practically bending in half to do so.
You canât say you donât see it coming. Still, the spirit of your mother possesses you when you drag out his name to scold him.
âWhy arenât you in bed, dummy?â you question, though youâre careful not to have any real aggravation in your voice toward him. Admittedly, you adore the way his body heat wraps around you like a blanket, although youâre sure thatâs just his fever.
âMissed you too much,â he mumbles, nuzzling his nose and lips against your shoulder.
âI told you Iâd be two minutes,â you sigh.
âItâs been more than that already. You lied. I knew youâd lie.â
âIt was hyperbole for âIâll be super quickâ.â
âThen you should have said that.â
You place your wooden spoon down on the counter, turning to face your boyfriend with a fond smile on your face.
He looks adorable. Unbelievably so. Mussed up white hair, a dusting of pink on the apples of his cheeks and the pointy tip of his nose, puffy eyes that still sparkle at the sight of you. You might be the luckiest human on the planet.
You bring your hands up to his face, grabbing at each of his cheeks and squishing them gently between your fingers.
âMy poor, sick princess,â you coo, watching his dimples make an appearance when he gives you a goofy, content smile. âDo you wanna watch a movie? Or a show maybe?â
He nods his head, still smiling so sweetly.
âGo pick something and Iâll finish up your soup,â you offer.
âCan I have a kiss first?â
You stare at him, unamused, though you know this very wellâSong Mingi cannot live without your kisses. Itâs why he was crafted with the softest, prettiest, heart-shaped lips, so that you could kiss them over and over and over again until the end of time. There are exceptions, however.
âIâm not catching your virus! Is that what you want?â
âNo, no, on my forehead again!â he clarifies, his features suddenly muddled with worry because he would suffer from this cold for the rest of his life if it meant you would be healthy for the rest of yours. You wonder, though, if he knows how badly you wish you could take his cold and suffer it for him.
âOh, well then yeah, duh,â you say, standing on your tip toes and gently pulling Mingiâs face towards you so that you can plant an overly long kiss on his burning forehead and pull away with a âmwah!â that leaves him utterly beaming.
Finally satisfied, he shuffles off back to the room, leaving you to brew his tea and serve up the stew into two bowls.
You grab flu tablets from the medicine cabinet, noting that theyâre almost all gone and youâll need to go to the pharmacy to get more. For today you have enough, so you place them on the tray along with the stews and tea and make your way back to your bedroom.
Mingi is curled up under the covers again and itâs so cute that you hate to disturb him, but he unfurls himself and sits up as soon as he sees you with a tray in hand.
âWhat are we watching?â you ask, slowly settling on the bed next to him and laying the tray down on the mattress.
âI think Attack on Titan, if you want to,â he says, full of fondness as you hand him two tablets to take.
âOh, right, youâve been wanting to watch that! Of course I want to,â you tell him, because you could never pass up the opportunity to see Jean Kirschtein in action again. Youâve missed him dearly since the show ended, though you have no doubt of the sulking and pouting youâll get from Mingi when he comes onscreen.
Your boyfriendâs eyes go comically wide when he tries your soup and you laugh because he almost chokes on it.
âIs it that good?â you chuckle.
âItâs really good,â he responds.
âGood, because I put all my love into it.â
He hums, his face glowing pink as he eats another spoonful. âI can tell. Thank you for making this. And thank you for taking care of me. And for putting up with me.â
âAnything for my princess,â you giggle. âBut Iâm not âputting up with youâ, idiot. Is it hard to comprehend that someone cares about you, Mingi?â
He stares up at you with his shiny eyes as though you hand-crafted the very sun, moon, and stars and placed them in the sky yourself.
âI love you,â he says, a mere whisper. Itâs three words heâs said to you a million times, but right now, with his walls down and him vulnerable, itâs worth a million times more.
âI love you too,â you reply, leaning over to smack your lips against his temple. âNow watch the show!â
And he tries, he really doesâbut your little hospital patient is fast asleep by the third episode.
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