#batting his eyelashes to make up for the shitty car...

[f1-stuff]

British GP '24 // P7 in Quali

"I thought we were on for a positive result, but then, as the track started to dry up, we started losing competitiveness... I still think we didn't maximize the Q3 result, given the outlap issues we had with Fernando and Oscar, who were all three battling to get to the flag... But, yeah, I don't think we were on for a good result anyway."

[parkerluvsu]

Heyyyyyy i loved your " PonyBoy " fic even though i hoped there will be some smut in it but can you pleaaaaaase do first time with cowboy bf Art 🧎‍♀️

omg yes you can!! im so sorry im definitely better at writing smut in a shorter fic than a longer one 😭

BED CHEM (cowboy! art donaldson x virgin! fem! reader)

art donaldson is a gentleman, truly. he pulls out chairs before you sit on them, he opens your car door for you, and carries you when your feet hurt from walking in heels all night. yes, art donaldson is a gentleman, but he's still a man. he can't stop himself from gazing a little too long at your thighs when you wear a short skirt, or your breasts when you're leaning over the table to point at something. little does he know, you're wearing these short skirts and low cut tops on purpose, you wanna see him crack, to shed that polite shell and do what he wants with you.

art is taking you out tonight, he surprised you with tickets to see a movie at the drive-in theatre in town. as you're swiping on shiny lip gloss in the mirror you decide that tonight will be the night. youve asked him to take your virginity before, practically begged him to, but he always says the same thing, "i wouldn't want you to regret it" it makes you angry, honestly, how could you regret having your first time with the best boyfriend you've ever had! you went shopping especially for tonight, hiding the blush on your face as you checked out with a set of baby blue panties, with lace trim around the edges. lost in your thoughts, you hardly notice the honk coming from outside, signaling that art is here. giving yourself one last look in the mirror, you hop down the stairs, grabbing keys and a bag before exiting your house, waving to art, who's sitting in his beaten up pickup truck. you can't help but giggle a little bit when his mouth drops open at the sight of you wearing less than he's probably ever seen you wear. getting into the car, you give him a quick peck on the cheek, art starts the car and you're on your way. as usual, arts hand finds its way to your thigh as he drives, his thumb slowly rubbing it side to side. "darlin' i-is that dress new?" you can tell arts nervous about asking, not wanting to offend you. "yeah sort of, i just haven't worn it yet. you like it?" you ask, knowing he does like it, you can tell by the way his eyes flick down every couple seconds to look at your exposed skin. he chuckles, nodding quickly as he turns into the outdoor movie theater parking lot. when he stops, you turn to art, subtly moving your arms to press your breasts together. batting your eyelashes, you ask, "art, baby would you grab me a soda from the concessions stand?" art has to tear his eyes away from your chest to answer, "'course sweetheart, be back in a minute" he exits the car, shutting the door and walking off.

now that he's gone, you can work on your plan even more, adjusting your bra to push up your breasts more, shimmying your skirt up to expose more of your legs, and pulling down a mirror to re-apply your shiny lip-gloss. taking a deep breath, you wait for art to return. when he gets back you smile sweetly at him, taking your drink and sucking on the straw and making eye contact with him. you don't see it, but art has to wipe his sweaty palms on his jeans, your suggestive actions making him break out in a sweat just from the effort to not jump your bones in this shitty drive in parking lot.

both you and art feel like the cheesy 90 minute movie is taking about 3 hours, for you, youre waiting for art to make a move, or at least signal that hes open to your obvious advances. for art, hes running scenario after scenario in his head, what could go right, what could go wrong, and everything in between. when the movie finally ends, art drives you home in silence, both of you trying to find something to say. stopping in front of your house he turns toward you, opening his mouth to say something before you interrupt him, "will you come inside?" art shuts his mouth quickly and nods, letting his cowboy hat fall in front of his flushed face.

walking up the steps to your door, art follows close behind you, bowing his head when he gets through the door. it's hard to the describe the feeling you get when youre walking towards your bedroom with art, hes been here before but this time feels different. sitting on the edge of your creaky bed, art makes the first move, cupping your face with his larger hand and pressing his mouth to yours, handling you soft and sweet, like he knows you deserve. he has to stop himself from groaning into your mouth when you move his hat off of his head, threading your fingers through his hair. art pulls you closer, his hands on your waist, lightly squeezing. the kiss turns more heated, and to your delight, art seems more accepting of the change of pace than he was in times before, the farthest you've gone was lightly grinding over his worn jeans. without taking his mouth off of yours, art moves you onto his lap, one hand on the small of your back to keep you steady, and the other one cupping your face gently. you have to pull away first, as much as you'd like to keep kissing him you don't want to suffocate. opening your eyes and pulling away you're able to see the cute flush on arts face, his pupils dialated and his hair messy. "i wanna keep going art.. please, ive asked you before" you don't want to sound desperate, but you are, the butterflies in your stomach becoming more intense. you can tell that arts mulling it over in his head, biting his lip.

"alright darlin' you trust me yeah? you have to tell me if you dont want me to do something, promis me, won't you?" he asks, the hand on your back rubbing up and down. you nod eagerly, "i promise art" art smiles, leaning in to kiss you again, this times with more passion than before, now knowing that you want everything he can give you. leaning into him, you undo the buttons on arts shirt quickly, helping him take it off of his shoulders. you run your hands down his chest, smiling into the kiss when he shivers. arts hands, callused from his work as a cowboy, dip under the hem of your shirt, helping you pull it up and over your shoulders. art attaches his lips to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving purple marks in his wake that you're sure will be hard to cover. under the guise of kissing your neck, arts expert hands undo the clasp of your bra, removing it from your chest. youre lost in the feeling of his mouth against you, arts lips moving against your chest. you try to reach down and undo arts belt, but it's proving more difficult than you thought. art, luckily knows what youre trying to do, moving you off of his lap and placing you gently against your pillows, kneeling between your spread legs.

arts mouth is against yours once again, you hear the clunk of his belt against the floor and you smile, letting him kiss his way down your stomach. art looks up at you from between your legs, his blue eyes meeting yours, "if you wanna go further i gotta prep you first, alright darlin'?" you nod, letting him slip off your skirt. in your haste, you had forgotten the special panties you were wearing just for him, but arts soft gasp against you brings you back to earth. he slips off your panties quickly as well, and you're almost offended that he didn't admire them more, until you notice him sticking them into his back pocket, the blue lace peeking out. art rubs a finger up and down your slick folds, his mouth coming to press a kiss on your clit, causing your hand to fly down to grip onto his hair. you feel him grin against you, before putting his mouth to work, pressing as close as he can to you. the sudden intrusion of one of his fingers startles you, causing you to clench tightly around him. he sighs onto you, the breath of warm air intensifying the feeling even more. "fuck sweetheart you gotta relax more for me, or else im never gonna fit in here.." he practically groans against you. you nod, letting your head flop against the pillow behind you, letting his thumb rub quick circles on your clit, distracting you from the stretch of another finger inside of you. you have to resist the urge to shut your thighs around arts head when he scissors his fingers inside of you, the feeling getting closer and closer to the pleasure you feel when you're alone in bed.

suddenly, you're ripped out of the clouds of pleasure when art takes his fingers out of you, making his way back up your body. he kisses your forehead, looking at you softly. "you have a condom right? i want you to be safe the first time" you nod, reaching into your bedside drawer for the box of condoms you got for this very occasion. he takes one from you, ripping off the wrapper with his teeth and pulling it over his dick. he hovers over you again, pressing his forehead against yours, noticing your wide eyes when you look down and see his size. he taps your cheek gently, "focus on me, okay? i promise ill take care of you darlin'" you nod, letting him press his tip into you. art sees the grimace on your face and pauses, letting you adjust. when he sees you've relaxed he starts again, repeating the cycle until he's fully pressed into you. now its your turn to tap him on the cheek, letting him know that he can start to move. arts eyes flutter closed, pulling his hips out slowly before thrusting back into you, pushing out moan after moan from you, his dick reaching spots your fingers never could. arts thrusts are languid and deep, making sure you can feel every inch of his when he pushes back into you. art almost looses his mind when you wrap your legs around his hips, making sure he isnt going anywhere. art can tell you're close, the way your moans are getting louder and louder in his ear, and the way you're pulsing around him. "i- im close art" you manage to get the words out between moans. art nods, speeding up his thrusts to meet your needs. "alright sweetheart.. it's okay, it's okay, fuck, im close too" he groans out, his hips starting to stutter. lucky for art, you cum first, he thinks the guilt of cumming before you on your first time would eat him alive. he kisses you through your orgasm, swallowing your moans of his name as he gives you a few last thrusts before he's tumbling over the edge right after you. art lets you ride out your orgasm before slowly pulling out, throwing away the condom and laying down next to you. after you catch your breath, you lay your head on arts chest, the steady beat of his heart calming your own. his hand comes to hold yours, squeezing it gently. "you did real good for your first time darlin'" you smile, grateful for the praise from him. you reach over the bed, grabbing his cowboy hat and putting it on. "next time ill be on top okay? i wanna be a cowgirl" you giggle, winking at him. he laughs and shakes his head, rubbing your back. "you don't even know what youre getting yourself into sweetheart.." <3

[madaqueue]

18+, MDNI - f!reader

sukuna wasn’t a jealous man per se, but he absolutely was possessive - what’s his was his alone - especially when it comes to you. but that just made it all the more fun to taunt him, seeing how much you could get away with. sometimes, sure, maybe you get a little too touchy with random guys at bars just to get a rise out of him, to see what he’ll do to put you back in your place, remind you that you’re his.

“sukuna, what’s the big deal?” you whine as the bathroom door slams shut behind you.

finally releasing his grip on your wrist, he looks at you with nothing short of rage flowing behind his crimson eyes. “the ‘big deal’ is you practically begging that wanna-be frat boy piece of shit to fuck you right in front of me,” he spits.

rolling your eyes, you rest your back against the wooden doorframe. “he’s just a friend.”

“oh, so you get touchy with all your friends like that, hm? put your arms around ‘em, tell ‘em how nice they look in their ugly ass knock-off gucci shirts?”

crossing your arms, you feel the heat of excitement building in your chest - now, it was all too easy to fan the flames. “he was just offering to buy me a drink.”

“oh!” he practically yells, voice echoing off the faux tiles of the bar’s restroom. “well then by all means, go back out there and get your free drink! while you’re at it, why don’t you see if his daddy’s money can get you a new car, or a yacht or something - maybe he can be the one to shell out the cash for you to get your nails done every week, and your hair, and your lashes ‘n shit, because clearly i’m not providing for you enough if you feel like you have to whore yourself out for a fucking $10 vodka cran!”

uh oh. whenever he starts monologuing like this, it’s never a good sign. maybe you pushed him a bit too far this time.

shifting uncomfortably, you soften your tone. “‘kuna,” you sigh, “you’re right, i’m sorry.”

“‘sorry?’” he mocks. “you didn’t look very sorry when your hands were all up in his hair or on his chest, hm?” they should only be on me, he thinks, but manages to hold himself back. “were you ‘sorry’ when you told him he’s the funniest person here for making some lame ass joke about how ‘working class’ i look?”

“look, that’s not-“

“no, no! why don’t you go fuck the trust fund baby and see if his three-inch house-in-the-hamptons dick can satisfy you! i bet they’ve got housekeepers and personal chefs and shit, maybe they can teach you some goddamn manners about how to treat people!”

oh, this is bad. yeah, you went too far.

slowly, you raise your hands to his chest, locking eyes with him as you steady your breathing. “‘kuna, you’re right. i fucked up. i shouldn’t have said that shit, i didn’t mean it and i’m sorry.”

the flames of anger crackle under his skin as he looks at you - god, he wishes you didn’t look so beautiful under the flickering lights in this shitty bathroom, maybe then it would be easier to stay mad at you. “yeah, yeah, alright. whatever.”

but you aren’t done - he’s clearly still mad, so your work isn’t finished just yet. “how can i prove that i’m sorry?” you murmur, batting your eyelashes up at him.

the corner of his lip twitches ever so slightly into a smirk. “‘prove it,’ eh?”

you nod, plastering as innocent of a look on your face as possible, wide doe eyes and glossed lips smiling softly.

“well, i have an idea of how you could make it up to me.”

“anything,” you hum. you just want him to forgive you.

almost instantly, the cool tile floor hits your knees as the sound of a zipper being undone fills the silence. looking up, you’re suddenly face to face with his fully erect cock, a small drop of precum beading at the tip.

“well?” he smirks, “better get to apologizing.”

this smug bastard.

rolling your eyes, you figure it's easier to just accept your fate and apologize in whatever way he happens to see fit - in this case, with his cock in your mouth. parting your lips, you slowly roll your tongue over his flushed tip as he lets out a low groan that echoes through the space. after a few moments of working him into your mouth, a calloused hand reaches behind your head, guiding you further down his length.

“juuuust like that, good fuckin' girl” he mumbles, mostly to himself as he tugs you up and down his cock.

the salty taste of his pre on your tongue has heat building in your core, your thighs beginning to rub together. trailing your fingers between your legs, you nearly make it to your cunt before he roughly kicks your hand away.

“acht - no touching. you're supposed to be makin' me forgive you, remember?” your lips attempt to curl into a frown around him as he chuckles above you. “aw, don’t pout,” he coos sarcastically. “if you wanted to get fucked, you should’ve just asked me instead of acting like some fuckin’ slut out there.”

fair point.

taking in a breath through your nose, you continue working him in and out of your mouth. sukuna was big, and you always struggled to take all of him. sometimes he would be nice and let you take your time opening your throat for him.

but not today.

with one harsh thrust, he pushes himself all the way past your lips until his tip knocks at the back of your throat. a menacing giggle overpowers the sound of your gags as he pulls you off him.

“c’mon baby, not doin’ a very good job saying sorry, now are ya? i thought i taught you to be more grateful.”

with that, his hips jut up again, all the way into you. tears begin spilling over your lashes as you struggle to breathe, but each time it threatens to become too much he pulls back, letting you desperately suck in air.

drool spills down your chin as he fucks your mouth, ravenous and greedy. the lack of oxygen has you lightheaded as thick tears cascade down your cheeks.

but if this is what it takes for him to forgive you, so be it.

the hand at the back of your head tightens in your hair as he drags you up and down, his chuckles becoming more and more breathy.

“fuck baby, m’close, y’gonna take it all for me, yeah?” he asks, mostly rhetorically as you couldn’t answer with the way his cock fills your mouth. all you can let out is a weak whine in affirmation.

with one final thrust, thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat, the salty taste lingering as he pulls out. tucking himself back into his boxers and zipping his jeans, he takes in the sight of you on your knees, black trails of mascara streaming from your eyes, drool spilling down your chin. your chest rapidly rises and falls as you attempt to steady your breath.

reaching a hand down, he strokes your cheek, wiping away a trail of spit before helping you to your feet.

there’s a glimmer of mischief behind his ruby eyes as he leads you from the bathroom, purposely leaving you in this disheveled state. “c’mon baby, let’s go - wouldn’t want to keep your ‘friend’ waiting.”

[xfgpng]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 —

— : [ nsfw ] fingering, cunnilingus, pet names, filming, unprotected sex (filming is consensual) + ex best friends step brother 😈 (reader is here to get her lick back!)

— : wc : 1k+

a/n - eren is just there to do a good deed. he also definitely has a thing for the reader but they’re not together just yet. (reader has a shitty ex) — also there’s no stepcest here. eren is the older step brother of her friend.

breakups were hard for everyone. you were certain that enough people had experienced heartache in the same way that you did but it was more embarrassing when you walked in on your, now ex boyfriend, fucking your, now ex best friend.

she had been so smug about it too, smirking at the stunned and stupid look on your face. he, at least, had the decency to run after you, begging for your forgiveness. you slapped him right across the face before storming out.

you told yourself you weren’t going to be petty about it. you were above that shit but when the two of them walked into campus, holding hands not even 3 days later, you were livid and once again embarrassed. how could you let someone like him play with you?

it was obvious eren, your now ex best friends older brother (step brother but semantics), had been trying to get with you for as long as you can remember. he would play it off as innocent flirting but you knew that if you gave in, he’d be down to fuck you and whatever else you wanted.

you knew, from the way she’d look and talk about him, that she had a crush on him. it was weird to you but you ignored a lot of red flags about the girl, always wanting to see the good in people.

“you’re spacing out again baby” he grins, teeth grazing your inner thigh as he glances towards his phone. he sends a wink to the camera and your face feels hot. he really had no shame.

“stop teasing me” you whine, gasping when you feel his tongue flatten against your pussy. your hands fly towards his head, gripping his hair tight enough that he groans, flicking your clit in retaliation.

he was so good with his tongue, eating your pussy like his favourite dessert. he didn’t break eye contact either, smiling against you when you felt shy enough to look away.

“come on baby, let me see that pretty face hm?” he chuckles, licking his lips as he slips his index and middle fingers into you. the rings were cold against your clit and you tried to close your legs on instinct.

“i bet he misses your pussy” eren says, looking at his phone camera again, “sweetest thing i’ve ever tasted”

“eren” you moan, hands going up to grip your breasts, wanting to put on a show for him and his camera.

“that’s right, let them know who’s making you feel good” he smirks, going back in to suck on your clit. his lips make a suction and he slurps, noise filling the room with embarrassing squelching sounds alongside your breathy moans.

he could listen to you for hours and he definitely planned to make your his permanently after he fucked you into oblivion.

“want you” you say, reaching out to grab his shoulders, “please”

you pout, pretty eyelashes batting up at him when he stands to remove his pants and boxers. your jaw nearly drops when you see his cock. you knew it was big from all the grinding and dry humping you’d been doing earlier in his car.

he grips his hard cock, thick and heavy. it’s flushed at the tip and it has you licking your lips.

“you ever let that dumb fuck hit it raw?” he asks, rubbing his tip between your folds, biting back a groan at how wet you are. if he was being completely honest, he’s thought about you like this for as long as he’s known you but seeing you under him like this, it was so much better than he imagined.

“no” you say, biting your lip as you look at the camera again. your face is hidden but it’s still pretty obvious who eren is fucking. he’s not shy about the camera, he hopes you’ll be into making more with him.

“yeah?” he grins, gasping when he slips his tip into you. he tries not to make any embarrassing noises so soon but god you feel so good around him. “fuck baby, just like that”

you’re no better yourself, spreading your legs wider for him. when you came to him with the idea of fucking on camera, knowing your ex would be so pissed off, you didn’t think you’d be this into it but you like seeing eren lose himself like this.

“will you cum inside me?” you moan, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, “please, i’ll be so good for you”

“y/n” he warns, biting your neck as he picks up his pace. he’d definitely give you what you want and so much more. he’s been around but never fucked anyone raw and he might be biased but your pussy was by far the best he’s ever had.

“you’re so deep” you moan louder, biting his earlobe when he goes to kiss your jaw.

“are you still okay baby?” he whispers, kissing your cheek and slowing down his pace significantly.

“yes” you nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, “please continue”

“as you wish” he grins, wrapping his hand loosely around your neck, “tap my arm twice if it gets too much”

when you nod, he frowns and leans down so your lips are almost touching.

“words baby, i need to know that you’re still with me” he says gently

“yes, i understand” you say, feeling a little shy. you weren’t necessarily inexperienced, quite the opposite really but you’ve never had anyone care so much about you and how you were feeling during sex.

“good girl” he grins down at you, tightening his hold around your neck a little more as he thrusts into you harder. squelching noises filled his bedroom alongside your pretty moans.

“gonna give you all my cum” he moans, hips stuttering when he feels you squeeze around him, muscles tightening at the thought of being stuffed full.

he loved how you looked. your eyes glazed over with unshed tears, lips puffy from the way you had been biting them and it was because of him and not your stupid fucking ex boyfriend or anyone else.

[pintrestgrl]

Hello! I have a request?

Pogue!reader gets mad at Jj during a party and starts walking home. Rafe is going on a beer run or something and sees her walking alone and makes her get in so he can drive her home. Maybe he’s also secretly in love with her??

Thank you!

- Elle 🩶

hiii !! i’m gonna mostly base this off of that one ep of euphoria with cassie and nate, bcs it def reminds me of that !!

anyways hope you enjoy and ty all for the requests !! ily ily

niceish!rafe with pogue!reader

you were pissed. embarrassed. insecure.

all of that, was due to jj.

you had reluctantly gotten back together with him after a month break, and he took you to this party on the boneyard.

everything was supposed to be okay, right? no.

he just had to flirt with some touron right infront of your face. he quite literally was buttering her up in front of your eyes, arm around her shoulder and everything.

you felt tears prick at your eyes. but you couldn’t show that in front of jj. he probably wouldn’t even bat an eyelash anyways.

so you downed your drink, storming off from the party.

you gave him so many chances, and every single time he messed up.

you swore this was the last. you couldn’t do this anymore.

as you were walking, you heard a voice. a deep one, at that. calling out your name

you looked up, seeing a truck to the side of you.

it was rafe. rafe cameron.

you knew who he was. everyone did. he was ward camerons son, and a complete asshole.

your face contorted with confusion at the sight of him, before speaking.

“rafe? what do you want?”

he looked reluctant to speak again, almost like he didn’t want to be seen talking to you.

“get in. hurry up.”

you studied his face, looking for any sign of teasing or sarcasm.

but, you found none.

you also knew, that if jj knew you were in rafe camerons car, he’d go berserk.

which only made you reluctantly nod, speaking.

“uhh— yeah. okay.”

you got in, almost falling at the lift on his truck.

it was clean inside. smelt like fresh laundry, and there was a 6-pack of beer on top of the center console.

this was the last persons car you expected to be in.

you both sat in silence, only exchanging subtle glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking.

he finally spoke.

“why’d you leave the party?”

you flinched at the reminder of why. it wasn’t like you felt good admitting what jj had done.

“um— jj. i just, got mad at him. so i left.”

he scoffed, listening to your words.

“you two are back together?”

you nodded slowly, embarrassed.

“yeah. we were, but not anymore i guess.”

he rolled his eyes, his grip on the steering wheel subtly getting a bit tighter.

he spoke.

“he’s stupid. all i ever see him doing is cheating on you. stop getting back with him.”

you frowned at his words, not knowing this wasn’t the first time jj cheated.

but there was a way rafe demanded it from you. not giving you advice, demanding it. expecting it.

you nodded, speaking.

“yeah. probably.”

he looked almost like he didn’t wanna answer, like he had something on his mind.

he spoke.

“i don’t know why he does that shit. you’re a pretty girl. prettier then the girls he’s sneaking around with.”

you felt a sort of sense of, pride? rafe cameron thought you were pretty. a kook. a rich kid.

you had to hide the slanted smile that came to your face, before speaking. quietly, at that.

“thank you.”

you were about to speak again, before you heard him continue rambling on.

“i mean, like seriously. you’re a really good girl to have. you’re better then those other shitty pogues.”

you probably should’ve gotten defensive at him talking about your friends like that, but you couldn’t find it in you to have a remark back.

you spoke.

“i am?”

he nodded, continuing on. his eyes not leaving the road.

“yeah, of course you are. you don’t even seem like a pogue. you weren’t meant for that. you’re perfect.”

your lips parted at the last sentence of his words, but he quickly corrected himself.

“to be a kook, i mean. you’re perfect to be a kook.”

you nodded slowly, trying to ignore the way the sweet words rang in your ears.

you spoke.

“yeah, um— i guess so.”

the ride went silent a bit, before you slowly came to a stop outside your house.

you didn’t give him your address. you didn’t even know where he was taking tupi at first. some part of you felt like you shouldn’t ask though.

you spoke.

“thank you. for the ride, i mean.”

he nodded, turning his eyes to look over your dress as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

you opened the door, about to hop down of the high truck, before you heard his voice.

“wait— um, okay. i need to say something.”

you nodded, giving him room to talk.

he breathed, running his hands over his face. muttering a curse or two under his breath.

“fuck— okay, um. so, i like you. like actually like you. no bullshit. you’re really pretty, and— yeah. all that shit.”

you furrowed your brows at his words, wondering how many drugs had to be in his body for him to admit something like that to you.

you spoke.

“rafe, are you fucking with me?”

he quickly shook his head, before talking.

“no, i’m like dead serious. i really, really like you.”

a sweet, small smile came to your face. bringing a blush along with it, too.

you spoke.

“i didn’t know that. since when?”

he breathed, not really looking at your eyes. more your tits, but you didn’t mind.

he spoke.

“uhh— kinda like, since forever?”

your smile grew bigger, and you have absolutely no idea what came over you.

but, you leaned forward. planting your hands on the center console to steady yourself, before pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his lips.

you moved your lips with his for a moment, him definitely reciprocating.

you pulled away, before smiling and mumbling against his lips.

“i think i really like you too.”

it was then, that your words and actions hit you like a truck. you had to get out of there.

so, you did. you pulled yourself fully away, quickly hopping out of the truck, embarrassingly speed walking to your door.

as you went to bed that night, your mind was filled with thoughts.

did he actually like you?

did he just feel bad for you?

you didn’t know.

and you didn’t know if you could work up the courage to ask.

[holylulusworld]

Leather jackets and love

Summary: You are having a bad day. 

Pairing: Mafia!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Mafia!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: established polyamorous relationship, having a bad day, shitty boss, implied/mentions of sexual harassment in a working place, implied character's death, fluff

Steve is getting out of the car. Stoic and silent but with a dash of anger in his eyes. He closes the door, eyes trained on you standing next to your boss. You are carrying a box and your bag while the man argues with you.

Bucky is less subtle. He gets out of the car and slams the door shut. The brunette places his metal hand on the roof of the car, impatiently tapping his metal fingers on the roof as he stares daggers into your boss’s skull.

The blonde crosses his arms over his chest, leather jacket bulging as he flexes the muscles in his arms. Steve’s eyes hold your gaze as you try to decide if you want to unleash your wrath over the man standing next to you or not.

“Doll, you called,” Steve’s deep voice makes you whimper. If you only bat an eyelash he will go ballistic. Maybe even kill your boss. “We came to pick you up after a hard workday. Let’s enjoy our weekend.”

Bucky’s eyes narrow as your boss dares to put his hand on your shoulder. He smirks at your men as you take a step toward them, and away from him. 

Bucky tenses as Steve takes a step toward you. If your boss only breathes wrong they are going to show him what happens if anyone dares to touch what’s theirs.

One hour earlier, …

“Hey, almost weekend, huh?” You lick your lips. This day seems to not end, you hate staying for longer at your workplace than needed.

Bucky cocks a brow. You sound tired, and something seems to be off.

“Doll, who do we hate today? Do you need us to come around and beat that person into a pulp?”

“I just…I wanted to hear your voice, Buck,” you close your eyes and try to ignore the pounding in your head, or that your boss is yelling at someone. You sigh. “It was a hard day, is all. I cannot wait to come home.”

“Buck, is that Y/N?” Steve strolls into the room. 

“Hey Stevie,” you giggle as Bucky puts you on loudspeaker. “I only wanted to say hi. Uh-I gotta go back to work. My boss is having one of his moments…”

“Doll?” 

You hang up before Steve can ask you what’s wrong. “Buck, we need to drive to her workplace. Something is off with Y/N.”

Now, …

You gulp hard. Your men walk toward you and your boss, determined to show your boss you belong to them. 

“Doll, how was your day? You sounded tired when you called,” Steve asks while Bucky steps between you and your boss. He sizes your boss up and squares his jaw. 

“We should head home,” before he can hurt your boss, you wrap your hand around Bucky’s wrist. “Let’s go home.”

“Buck, let’s go,” Steve glares at your boss. “I think he got the message.” The blonde cocks his head to stare down at your boss. His stoic and controlled behavior is unnerving to your boss. 

“You’re right,” Bucky smirks darkly. “He’s not worth it.”

A glass of wine, your favorite food, and your men wait for you on the comfortable sofa in your living room. “What happened?”

You sit between your men and take the offered glass of wine. “It’s…” you sigh deeply. “I worked so hard for the promotion I told you about.”

“We remember,” Steve says. He smiles and pecks your temple. “You are so good at your job.”

“Well, my boss doesn’t think so. He promoted, yet again, someone else. One of his relatives. The daughter of his cousin or shit.” Shaking your head, you sigh again. “I called him out on his decision, and he told me that the only way for me to get a promotion is under him.”

“Under him,” Bucky drops his drink. “Doll, say that again.”

Steve exhales sharply before he says. “Y/N, I need you to tell me exactly what that man said to you.” He places his hand on your thigh. “You can tell us everything.”

“I need you to know that I told him to fuck off and that I quit.” you sniffle. “When you saw us at the subterranean garage, he tried to change my mind. I reported him. HR will take care of him.”

Bucky brings you onto his lap and wraps you in a hug while Steve runs his hand up and down your back. “Baby doll, why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

“He didn’t do this before. Maybe he was angry because I got angry about the promotion. I don’t know. This was the first time he said something like that.”

“Do not worry about this,” Steve softly says. “He will never harass you again, Y/N. We will make sure of it.”

For the rest of the night, your men will take care of you, never leaving your side. They assure you that you’ll soon find a new position you’ll love. 

What they don’t tell you is that only a few days later your boss will disappear and never get found…

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Repercussion |One-Shot|

Summary: Your stepsister is always seeking male attention. But when she flirts with Eddie, repercussions occur after someone tries to put her in her place.

Warning: swearing, angst to fluff, Al makes an appearance, blood, groping.

Out of all men in Hawkins, why did your mother have to marry the mayor of Hawkins? Answer…money.

Thankfully, you had already moved out by the time your mother remarried.

You had decided to move to Forest Hills with your father. He didn’t earn much from his job, but he was happy, especially as he worked with your neighbour, Wayne, who lived with his nephew and your crush, Eddie. One of the benefits of living with your father was, not only having a great vegetable garden, thanks to your father using electro-culture, but you also got to see your crush, as he gave you lifts to school, although you were too shy to initiate a conversation with him, especially if he was picking up someone else from the Hellfire club. Another bonus living with your father was that you had your own room, so you didn’t have to share a room with your stepsister, Kimberley.

You didn’t spend much time with her, but when you did, she would constantly flirt with guys, even the ones who are already taken.

One time, you went out for a meal with your mother and stepfamily, as well as the Harringtons.

All through the meal, Kimberley kept batting her eyelashes at Steve, and constantly flirted with him.

Whenever he tried to talk to you about similar interests, she would interrupt by letting out an obnoxious laugh, before continuing to flirt with him, which made you roll your eyes, and him uncomfortable.

Another time, during cheer practice, she kept showing off in front of the basketball team, especially Jason. She even kept flirting with him, whilst feeling his biceps in front of his girlfriend, Chrissy.

You only found out about it when you met the head cheerleader one day to lend her your notes for English class.

Often, you two would interact.

You knew that Chrissy was a sweetheart, but there had been times that she had needed to rant. You were happy to listen to her, especially as you both bonded over having a shitty mothers. But that day, it was Kimberley who got to her. “I don’t want to do it,” she began to rant. “But if she keeps it up, I’ll have no choice but to kick her off the squad. She’s not only flirting with my boyfriend, but she’s also distracting the other guys, and preventing us from practicing.”

You were glad that you never passed a cheer tryout, otherwise you would’ve had to witness the embarrassment of seeing your stepsister constantly showing up the rest of the squad.

“I’ll talk to her,” you assured Chrissy. “I can’t promise anything, but hopefully it’ll make her think twice.”

You didn’t think that she would get worse, but you were proofed wrong. A day or so later, you were coming back from dropping off some vegetables to your mother’s elderly neighbour when you spotted a familiar van.

“Why’s Eddie here?” You quietly asked yourself. “I hope something hasn’t happened to dad.”

You quickly crossed the street, when you witnessed Kimberley coming out of the house.

“Oh, Eddie,” she exclaimed with an obnoxious smile on her face. “I’m so glad that you’re here. It just won’t start.”

“Please tell me she’s not…” you began to groan to yourself.

Suddenly, Kimberley noticed you, and started putting on a fake sweet voice, as she greeted you, “Oh hey sis!”

You wanted to gag at the sound of her voice, but when Eddie turned around, and greeted you whilst smiling, you couldn’t help but wave at him. However, you noticed that it wasn’t his usual happy smile, but a weak smile.

“She called me to ask if I could check her car,” Eddie explained. You wondered how she managed to get his number.

You were going inside to put the vegetables away when Kimberley called out, “Fetch me a drink on your way through.”

You huffed as you stopped to turn and asked her, “What’s the magic word?”

Instead of saying please, she hissed, “Now.”

Before going inside, you asked Eddie if he wanted a drink too. He nodded, as he replied, “Thanks.”

You turned and went inside, unaware that Eddie took a quick glance at you before focusing on the car, while Kimberley was twirling her hair, as she tried to grab his attention.

You were walking to the kitchen when you saw your mother lying on the couch, gossiping with her friend on the phone. You decided to not greet her, as she probably wouldn’t have taken notice of you anyway.

After putting the vegetables in the refrigerator, you started grabbing a couple of cans of cola from the counter, heading back outside when you witnessed Kimberley leaning close to Eddie, who was too busy checking the car to notice. You watched her flirting with him and attempting to feel his bicep underneath his Dio shirt, as he tried to evade her. You couldn’t help but feel jealous, but also at the same time, you didn’t want Eddie being treated like a piece of meat.

Abruptly, you cleared your throat, gaining their attention.

“There’s cough drops inside,” Kimberley sharply said.

“Actually, I need a word with you about something,” you replied. “Girls stuff.”

“Oh,” she exclaimed. She turned to Eddie and said in a high pitched voice, “I’ll be back.”

She winked at him, as she giggled before following you back into the house. You turned to find Eddie sigh with relief as he continued to check the car.

After you went inside, she began to ask, “So, what is it? Need advice on fashion?Because no offence, but you need a new wardrobe, and maybe use make-“

“What’s your intentions with Eddie?” You interrupted.

“My…intentions?”

“Yes, did you really ask him here to fix your car, or did you want more male attention?”

Kimberley gasped, feeling offended. “There’s nothing wrong with getting male attention.”

“There is if it’s going to affect people’s relationships. Steve’s an exception, as he’s still single. But, I mean, there’s Chrissy’s boyfriend, Jason. If you’re not careful, Chrissy will kick you off the squad-“

“For what?!”

“Let’s see…for flirting with him in front of her, and for showing up the rest of the cheerleaders-“

“Oh please!” She cackled.

“Look! One of these days, your attention seeking will get you in trouble.”

There was a moment of silence, as you both glared at each other. You had hoped that she would think about you said, and not keep seeking attention. But instead, she scoffed, “Oh my god…you like Eddie. That’s why you’re telling me this, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Kimberley beat you to it. “You’re jealous.”

“Jealousy’s got nothing to do with it,” you quickly told her. It was half a truth. On one hand, you were a little jealous, but on the other hand, you didn’t want Eddie being used for someone else’s gain. “He’s my neighbour, not to mention that his uncle’s my dad’s friend,” you told her. “And the last thing I want is for him to get hurt-“

Suddenly, Kimberley stalked towards you, and snatched the cans out of your hands, evilly smirking.

“Relax, I’m not gonna date him,” she spat. “I just wanna score free weed.”

As Kimberley stomped out of the house, you silently gasped, feeling more angry at your stepsister.

“I won’t let you do that to him, missy,” you growled, as you followed her.

You stepped out of the house, not acknowledging your mother, as you caught Kimberley flirting with Eddie whilst touching him up.

You were about to say something when you witnessed something unexpected…

“Will you stop it?!” Eddie yelled, as he moved away from a petrified Kimberley.

You stood there, astonished at the sight of Eddie putting her in her place.

“Just because I’m a freak to everyone, doesn’t mean that I’m also a fucking plaything!”

You glanced at him with concern, as you were about to speak when he abruptly turned around and got in his van. After starting up his vehicle, Eddie reversed out of the driveway, before speeding off.

You turned to a trembling Kimberley, asking her, “Kim…are you-?”

You winced, as Kimberley started wailing. She swiftly turned around and ran inside, calling for her father.

As soon as you got back to Forest Hills, you went to check on Eddie. You knocked on his front door, but there was no answer. You called his name, whilst knocking again.

When he still didn’t respond, you ran to the other end of the trailer, and called out again, as you knocked on the back door. You were about to knock on his window when you heard music playing from his room. Only it wasn’t metal music, but Chicago blues.

The only time he would play was when…

“Oh shit,” you muttered, realising what day it was.

You remembered that it was the day his mother, Elizabeth died. He never told you that. You only heard it from a conversation between your father and Wayne.

You were unsure about whether or not to knock again, or just leave him be when you suddenly noticed a truck approaching the trailer. You knew that it wasn’t Wayne’s, but you weren’t sure who it belonged to.

As soon as the owner of the truck came out, you thought that he looked familiar. “Hey there!” The older man greeted you, before asking, “Is Wayne home?”

“I think he’s out,” you replied, as you noticed a plastic bag in his hand. “Are you a friend?”

The man chuckled, before replying, as he stuck his hand out, “No, I’m his brother, Al.”

The more you looked at him, the more you thought of how much Eddie looked like him. However, from what you’ve heard, Al wasn’t a good man. You crossed your arms, not wanting to shake his hand.

Taking the hint, Al lowered his hand, as he asked, “I take it Eddie’s in? I just-“

Al had stopped talking, as the music stopped playing and the back door swung open, making you jump.

A teary eyed Eddie stepped out, with anger in his face. “What do you want?!” He angrily asked his father.

“Can’t a man see his son-?” Al began to ask, whilst chuckling when Eddie yelled, as he stomped towards the older man, “What?! The son you keep fucking abandoning?! Why did you have to come back, and today of all days?! Got some more shitty schemes for me to get caught in?!”

“I wanted to see you,” Al calmly replied, as he lifted the heavy plastic bag. “And I thought I can cook us some spaghetti, and maybe talk-“

“Fuck your spaghetti! And fuck you!” Eddie shouted, as he smacked the bag out of his father’s hand, breaking a jar and couple of beer bottles. “You’re not welcome here!”

You swiftly ran, as Eddie continued to scold his father. You then grabbed Eddie’s arm, begging him to calm down when he abruptly pushed you out of the way, causing you fall to the ground.

You heard a gruffly voice call your name, as you winced, trying to sit yourself up when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. You turned to find Wayne squatting down beside you, steadying you. “Let me see your hand,” he told you, whilst gently grabbing your bloodied hand with small shards of glass sticking out.

Eddie’s face softened, realising what he had done. “Take her inside,” he heard his uncle say. Doing what Wayne had instructed, Eddie, along with his uncle, lifted you up to your feet, before Eddie took you inside, whilst gently taking your arm, while Wayne told his brother to leave.

After Wayne had plucked out the shards of glass and cleaned your hand at the dining table, he started bandaging it up, making sure that it wasn’t too tight for you, while Eddie was sitting on the couch, chewing on his fingernails, feeling guilty of pushing you out of the way.

“All done,” Wayne said, finishing up your bandage.

You thanked him, as he took the bowl off the table, emptying it in the sink. Suddenly, you heard Eddie sniffle.

“I’m sorry,” you heard him whimper, causing you to turn to see tears running down his cheeks.

Wayne sympathetically glanced at him, as Eddie covered his face with his hands, sobbing uncontrollably when you slowly got up and cautiously walked towards him, before kneeling in front of him.

He continued to sob, repeating his apology, claiming that it was his fault when you gently grabbed on his wrists, lowering his hands down, revealing his puffy eyes.

“Listen to me,” you softly said. “It wasn’t your fault-“

“It was!” Eddie sobbed. “I was so angry, and-“

“And you’re missing your mum, right?”

Eddie’s face softened. You two weren’t close, so he was unsure how you knew about his mother. Wayne was sure that you must’ve overheard his conversation with your father about Eddie and his mother.

“You’re missing your mum, and you just wanted to remember her in your own way today. And I guess it didn’t help with your dad coming, and also with what happened with Kimberley, did it?”

Eddie silently gazed at you, when Wayne asked, “What happened with Kimberley?”

Eddie was about to confess to yelling at her when you said, “Just being her usual annoying self. Nothing to worry about.”

Eddie gaped, hearing you cover for him.

Wayne hummed, before announcing, whilst checking his watch, “Well, I’ll make dinner, before I get to work. How about I… make your mom’s favourite?”

Eddie turned to his uncle and nodded, thanking him. Wayne then asked you if you wanted to join them.

You turned to Eddie, who nodded at you, hinting at you to join them. “Yes please,” you replied to Wayne, as you shifted your attention back to him. “Do you need a hand?”

Suddenly, Eddie lightly chuckled, making you turn to him, as he asked, “You’ve just suffered an injury and you still want to help?”

“I’m sure there’s something I can do,” you retorted, as you got to your feet, and abruptly planted a kiss on his forehead, which left him shell shocked. You turned around, and scrunched up your face, realising what you had done.

During dinner, you and Eddie were silent, even when Wayne tried holding a conversation with you both. You gazed awkwardly at Eddie, as he looked down at his plate. But as soon as he lifted his head up, you quickly looked down at yours. Eddie sighed, as he looked at you, thinking about the kiss you gave him earlier. After Wayne went to work, the two of you just stayed in the trailer in silence. You sat on the couch, twiddling your thumbs, as you watched Eddie grab his packet of Camel’s from the kitchen counter and stood in the back doorway, lighting up his cigarette.

You watched him take a couple of puffs, figuring what to say. I’m sorry for kissing you, you thought of what to say. Well, for kissing your forehead…No, maybe not go straight to it…Maybe-

“Hey!” You heard Eddie speak, prompting you sit upright.

“Yes?” Your voice cracked.

You thought he was going to ask you to leave, but instead, he asked, as he walked back to the kitchen, “Do you want something to drink?”

You wanted to say something, but you hesitated for a moment, before quickly getting up on your feet, as you told him, deciding to leave him be, “Uh..Actually, I should be going home. I don’t want to bother-“

“Stay,” Eddie interjected, as you felt his hand grabbing your uninjured hand, prompting you to turn to face him.

“You…You want me to stay?” You meekly asked, receiving a nod from him.

“To be honest, I don’t wanna be on my own, especially if my dad comes back.”

There was a moment of silence, before you suggested, “Well, why don’t we go back to mine? You can bring that record you were playing earlier with you, if you want to.”

Eddie silently gazed at you for a few seconds, before replying, “Give me a minute?”

You nodded, as he turned around and jogged to his room.

All through the evening, you and Eddie were in sitting on your living room floor, silently listening to his Muddy Waters record.

You continued to listen when you heard Eddie call your name.

“Yes?” You asked.

Eddie was staring at your floor, before shifting his attention to you, asking, “How…did you know about…my mom?”

You sighed, before explaining, “I…overheard my dad and Wayne talking the other day. Wayne wanted a day off today, but their boss wouldn’t let him, as they were short staffed.”

Eddie remembered that Wayne mentioned it before after he suggested to his uncle that they could do something for his mother.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on them,” you told him, you nervously gazed at him. “I don’t want you to think I was a creep or something.”

Eddie silently gazed back at you, before giving you a smile, replying, “It’s okay, I know you’re not.”

You smiled back with relief, as you both continued to listen to the record when the telephone rang.

“I better get that,” you said, as you got up and walked towards the telephone on the wall. “It might be my dad.”

After picking up, you answered, “Hello?”

“Hi Honey, it’s me.”

It was your mother.

You rolled your eyes, as she continued to speak, “Just letting you know that we’re all going out for a meal at Enzo’s at eight, so don’t be late.”

“Actually, I’ve already eaten, so…”

“Your sister’s still upset about what happened earlier with that Munson boy, and she needed cheering up-”

“Wait, sorry,” you interrupted, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling your blood boiling. “She’s upset because of Eddie?!”

“Yes, and she needed-“

“So, you’re basically just rewarding her for groping him and making him uncomfortable!”

Eddie watched you attentively, as you scoffed, while you were hearing your mother scolding you.

“How can you be so hateful towards your sister? Think how she feels-?!”

“Firstly, she’s my stepsister, as in, not blood related,” you interjected. “Secondly, how about you think about how Eddie must’ve felt being treated like a piece of meat?!”

Eddie gaped, hearing you defending him.

“Just because you married for money, doesn’t mean that your husband and his daughter get special treatment-!”

Before you could say anymore, you were cut off by your mother.

You angrily slammed the phone into the receiver, as you shut your eyes and turned around, growling. You then opened your eyes, realising that Eddie was standing in front of you.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, as he slowly approached you.

You scoffed, before replying, “Well, let’s just say, I think I just got myself disowned by my mother.”

“All because of Kimberley?”

There was a moment of silence, before Eddie spoke up, “I better go and apologise to her.”

“What?” You exclaimed. “Why?! You’ve done nothing wrong. She’s the one who groped you.”

“Yeah…but-“

“But nothing! I warned her, I fucking warned her! I told her if she wasn’t careful, her attention seeking would get her in trouble.”

You went to sit on the sofa, as you continued to rant, “She even confessed that she just wanted to score free weed from you, and I couldn’t bear to let her use someone I really like for her personal gain-“

“Wait!” Eddie interjected, as he sat down next to you. “You…like me?”

You smacked your palm into your forehead, realising that you had blurted out your feelings for Eddie.

As you lowered your head, avoiding his gaze, you mumbled, as you shut your eyes, “This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out.”

You took a deep breath, before confessing, “Although we’re not close and don’t talk often, I do like you…but I do understand that you don’t like me back, so, I’m not expecting-“

You stopped talking as you heard the sofa squeak, as Eddie got up. You were expecting him to grab his record and leave. Instead, you a kiss planted on your forehead. You opened your eyes, finding Eddie kneeling in front of you, smiling.

You watched him get up with your eyebrows furrowed, as he held out his hand, asking you, “Wanna dance?”

“What?” You asked, feeling confused.

“Do you wanna dance?”

You gazed at him and nodded, as you took his hand. He then pulled you close, as you both slow danced.

You rested your head against his chest, as you continued to dance when you heard Eddie say softly, “You know…I should’ve known that you liked me after you kissed me.”

You furrowed your brows, as you mumbled, “I only kissed your forehead.”

Eddie chuckled, accidentally squeezing your injured hand, making wince.

“Sorry,” Eddie profusely apologised.

“It’s okay,” you replied when Eddie lifted your hand and kissed your knuckle, making you giggle.

He then lowered your hand, as he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

You silently nodded, smiling, prompting him to give you a tender kiss on the lips, before he wrapped his arms around you, as you both continued to slow dance.

All through the night, the two of you talked until you both fell asleep on the sofa.

As for Kimberley, you and Chrissy made her, not only apologise to Eddie for groping him and to the fellow cheerleaders for wasting their time, but also confess to her father and your mother about Eddie, if she wanted to stay on the squad.

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Naked Love - also on AO3

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Matt gets ideas after Orange pins him with his leg by his ear, and starts coming up with some of his own experiments.

~

Set after the Wednesday 9/27 Dynamite. Title from Naked Love by Adam Lambert.

~

Matt is practically vibrating when Adam storms off the stage, the adrenaline from everything with Swerve making him reckless and overwhelmed. “Hey,” Matt says, breathless. “Hi.”

“Hey, baby,” Adam says. He leans down and kisses Matt’s head absently.

“Hi,” Matt says again. He’s pink cheeked already. Adam fights the urge to laugh. “You, um. You okay?” He swallows. “That was pretty intense out there.”

Adam flexes his hand. “Yeah. Stabbing somebody with a pen could be called intense. Though I had a colleague who regularly got stabbed with scissors, so this is small potatoes.”

“Damn,” Matt says, looking impressed. “I didn’t realize your early indies days were so intense.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, not the indies. That was when I was teaching.”

Matt blinks. And blinks again.

“Are you batting your eyelashes?” Adam asks, and he can hear the incredulity in his voice. “God, you’re weird.” But he gets an idea.

~

Matt’s got a part of himself touching Adam the entire evening, doesn’t leave his side once Adam comes back from his shower. Adam has to practically peel his arms away when they get to the rental car.

“Didn’t you want to drive tonight?” Adam asks. “C’mon, you can’t drive if you’re attached to me. Let go, baby. Get in the car.”

Matt’s sigh is dramatic and long suffering, but he slides into the driver’s seat. Adam doesn’t mind in the slightest. It gives him the chance to close his eyes.

“So,” Matt says, blurting it out like it’s been fighting its way out of him for ages. “So, um, Orange pinned me, like – well, you saw it, right?” Adam nods, not even opening his eyes. He knows where Matt is going with this. “And, well, I was thinking. If you wanted to. Maybe you could put my leg up there tonight?” Adam waits it out a little. He knows Matt will keep going if he gives him time. “Because, like, the stretch was amazing. But also, I could tell – not that I was thinking of having sex with Orange, that’s Chuck’s job – but I could tell it would be amazing, you know? So, like, I figured we could try that tonight.” He pauses. “It’s mean to let me ramble, you know.”

Adam lets out the laugh he’d been fighting. “I like it when you ramble. You do it when you’re real worked up and into something.”

Matt sighs again, even more dramatically than the first one. “Well sorry you looked all hot in that jacket while you stabbed a man in the hand. Forgive me for finding my boyfriend sexy or whatever.”

Adam blindly reaches out and catches Matt’s hand where it was resting on the gear shift, a habit left over from a shitty, used manual he drove back during his early days of wrestling. “You’re cute when you get all indignant.”

“I’m not – shut up,” Matt says. He flips his hands over, lacing his fingers with Adam’s. “I like it when you get all intense like that.” Adam opens his eyes and – yep. Matt’s blushing. He glances over at Adam as they slow to a stop into the parking lot of the hotel. “Reminds me of back in the Ring of Honor days.” He turns even more pink, but won’t break eye contact with Adam.

“Oh,” Adam says. “Oh, I get it. You like me mean.”

“You already know that,” Matt says, rolling his eyes. He sighs, like he’s steadying himself. But he flickers back to Adam’s gaze and then away.

Adam grins. “I see what’s happening here.” He leans in, lips by Matt’s ear. “Go wait in the lobby, get a mocktail or something in the hotel bar, and maybe I’ll give you a little reminder of back in the day. See how you like it.”

Matt nearly strangles himself with the seatbelt as he rushes to leave. “Okay!” he says. He turns, smiling like sunshine. “I love you so much!”

“I love you even more,” Adam says, and he blows a kiss on impulse.

Matt’s smile brights, somehow, even more. “God, you’re awesome. Okay. Text me when you’re ready.”

“We can walk in together, if you want.”

Matt shakes his head, bun falling out in a mess. “No. I want there to be suspense.”

“I love how you figured out how to edge yourself,” Adam calls after him as Matt throws his bag over his shoulder and practically skips over to the lobby.

Adam pulls out his own bag from the car and walks up to the lobby, throwing Matt a wink as he passes him on the way to the elevator. When he gets to their room, he sits and pulls out a few materials he hasn’t used in a while. The vest for Wrestle Dream, one he hasn’t used yet but was waiting to debut. A pair of tiny trunks, extras he always keeps in his bag. And some miniscule plastic hair ties.

“Alright, Hangman,” he says to himself in the mirror. “Lets see if you remember how to braid.”

~

Half an hour, three broken hair elastics, and a clump of hair in the trash later, Adam grins. The vest looks great, the trunks fit (if a little tight), and the three braids on the side of his head exactly match his mental image. He forgoes his thought of using a tie as the rope. He and Matt haven’t talked about that bit.

Yet.

plz b ready soon nick’s here hitting on billy and I can’t handle it

Adam laughs out loud. You sure you don’t want to edge yourself a little more?

That joke is funnier if you know what I know about Sunday

Adam does know, because Matt is terrible at closing his laptop with his emails open. Last night Adam didn’t even mean to read it, but Matt’s computer was making a horrible blooping noise because Nick was rambling about his Billy crush and them boom. The email popped up.

Cute. Get up here.

Adam gets a pump in real quick, trying to get himself a little more like he looked at 25. He’s softer around the edges now, just as strong but with a layer of comfort on top of it, and he hopes he can still pull off the look. The self-conscious worry rarely hits him. He knows Matt will climb him like a tree in any state. But he still moves away from the line of the mirror.

His heart picks up pace as he hears the techy click of the hotel door lock, and he gets in his position. Shoulders up, face in a growl, legs firmly planted.

Matt’s eyes grow huge as he pushes open the door. “Oh. Oh, you even did the braids.” His voice is barely more than a whisper. “I feel like I just time traveled. Is it 2016 again?”

Adam’s façade cracks and he grins. “Figured you might like a flashback from when we met.”

“Always,” Matt nearly whispers. “I always forget how much I like the braids. You should bring those back forever.” He licks his lips, shameless as always, and Adam basks in it.

“Can I…?” Matt trails off. “I want – I keep forgetting I don’t have to ask.” He laughs a little, beaming up at Adam. “Remember back when we first met?”

“When I thought you were hot and fucked up our first conversation so bad I thought Nick was going to kick me out of Bullet Club?” Adam grins as Matt nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“You look like then,” Matt murmurs. His hands slide across Adam’s stomach, and Adam flinches before he can stop himself. Matt looks up at him, concern in his big eyes. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He pulls his hands away, and Adam wishes he hadn’t. “What’s wrong?”

“I…” He trails off, unable to explain it. “It’s nothing.”

Matt studies him. “Adam,” he says softly. “Please tell me.”

“I just – it’s been years and I look different.” He hates that he feels defensive. He hates that this is weighing on him. “Trunks fit different, you know?”

“I like it,” Matt says, and the way his eyes hungrily trail Adam’s body feels real. “It’s you, you know? Back then you were eating weird boiled chicken and had weird hangry episodes where you’d pout for an hour over having, like, not enough ounces of protein.”

“It wasn’t an hour!”

Matt’s look shuts him up. “You’re so much happier now. You’re always – well, you know how I feel about you, but maybe…maybe I don’t say how good you look enough.” Matt bites his lip. “Like here?” Matt slides his hands down Adam’s chest, and they shiver at the same time. “God, it’s – you’re so strong. And here?” He slides his hands down Adam’s stomach, eyes fluttering shut. “God, all I can think about is how good you feel on top of me, how much muscle you’re made of, how easily you could – could throw me around however you wanted to.” He goes a little pink. When he looks up again, Adam thinks he could cry. “It’s okay to be self-conscious or whatever, but just know that I love every version of you, okay?” He reaches up and twirls a ringlet dropping from one of the braids in his fingertips. “Especially these braids. You should bring these back. Did I say that already?” Before Adam can say that, yes, he had, Matt barrels on. “Doesn’t matter. It needs to be said again. Keep them forever.”

Adam smiles, dropping his forehead to Matt’s. “I know you want to get fucked hard tonight, but I think I’ll be forced to be all stupid and romantic and make love to you.”

Matt wrinkles his nose. “Oh, god, and this is my fault, isn’t it.”

“Yup,” Adam says with a sigh. He cups Matt’s cheeks in his hands. “This was supposed to be a method to drive you mad with my old gear and instead you got all sweet about it.” He kisses the top of Matt’s head.

“You always get all cute,” Matt sighs, letting Adam slowly peel his shirt off over his head. “You’re a terrible scientist. You keep changing your plans halfway through, and a lot of your hypothesisis – hypoth – your predictions are wrong.”

Adam grins down at him as he walks Matt back to the bed. “You don’t know the plural of hypothesis.”

“Well, at least I would know how to accurately prove one,” Matt says back with a bitchy little tilt of his head.

Adam exhales. “You watch it, baby.”

“Oh, no,” Matt says, and he lifts his hips as Adam goes for his belt. “If I piss you off enough, you might get rough with me. That would be so miserable and I’d be so sad.” He flutters his eyelashes.

“Nope,” Adam says, pressing a kiss to Matt’s tummy. “You’re getting made loved to, baby. No wild fucking tonight.”

Matt sighs. “I mean, I suppose. I guess. If you have to.” He looks up at Adam. “You’ll still put my leg up by my ear, right?”

“Of course,” Adam says with a grin. “Use that bendy body of yours just right.”

Matt’s pupils blow and his mouth drops open. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Adam asks. He settles his hands on Matt’s bare thighs, slowly spreading them. “What oh?”

Matt exhales slowly. “Um. I kind of – I like the idea of you, I guess, using me?” He flames bright red, and Adam etches the look in his memory forever. “Like – like you get to do whatever you want, because I’m…yours? Or like I’m a toy.” His face gets even redder. “Something for you to, you know. Use.”

Adam sighs. “We’ll talk about that later. God, you’re so many levels of horny even when we’re about to have sex.” He leans in and kisses Matt, making it thorough and deep. Matt whimpers against him, mouth practically slack. Adam laughs, getting it dirtier, and Matt moans, pushing boxer-clad hips up, wrapping his legs around the back of Adam’s thighs.

“Come on, please,” Matt murmurs, lips still against Adam’s.

“I will,” Adam says. “I promise. I just want to take my time with you.”

Matt makes a weird, high pitched sound in the back of his throat, props himself up on his elbows. “You have no idea how hot that is.” Adam rolls his eyes and pulls off the vest. Matt repeats the sound and drops back on the bed. “You’re not allowed to look that hot and not, like, dick me down so good I can’t walk the next day.”

“What makes you think I won’t?” Adam leans back, falling back as he kneels. He runs his hand through his hair, fingers catching a bit on the braids. “I can still fuck you into next week when it’s all cute and romantic.”

Matt flutters his eyelashes. “If you promise. Also, um. You’ve still got, like, a lot of clothes on. Can you change that?”

“I’m only in trunks,” Adam says. “This is about as little clothing as I could wear.”

Matt shrugs. “Still too much. Come on. Take them off.”

“Demanding,” Adam grumbles, but he does as Matt requests. “Take off your boxers. Wait. Actually.” He crawls over Matt on the bed and shuffles the boxers down Matt’s hips, locking eye contact the whole time. “There.”

Matt’s eyes shut, a cute little smile playing on his lips. “I like it when you undress me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind when I decide to use you like my little toy, huh?”

Matt moans.

“Jesus, I haven’t even touched you yet.” Adam fights back a laugh. “Look how hard you already are.” He can’t fight this laugh. “I bet I could get you off by just talking you through it.”

“You’re edging me without doing it on purpose,” Matt whines. “This is your fault.” He pouts, turning on the boo boo eyes. “You’re being mean.”

“Once again,” Adam says, grabbing Matt’s thighs and yanking him down the bed, “I thought you like it when I’m mean.”

“Not when it means I’m not getting touched.” Matt, with a hand on the back of his neck, pulls Adam in so hard Adam falls to his elbows, their noses bumping. “That’s better. Let’s have sex now.”

“Romantic,” Adam snorts, kissing Matt’s nose. “Why won’t you let me woo you?”

Matt huffs. “Well, back in our Ring of Honor days, we didn’t have time to be all cute about it. Remember?”

Adam nods, sliding his lips down to mouth at Matt’s jaw, at his neck, down to his collarbone. “I sure as hell remember. Lots of quickies in the locker rooms, blowjobs in the back of rental cars.” He flicks his tongue against Matt’s nipple. “Before you had a beard. Before we had time.” He mouths at Matt’s stomach. “We used to do this a lot.” He wraps his mouth around Matt’s cock, not too tightly, reveling in the whining from Matt.

“We did,” Matt gasps. “We – oh – all the time.” He interrupts himself with a pleased hum, sliding his hands into Adam’s hair. “I always forget how much I like the braids. They make a good handle.”

Adam pulls off of Matt’s cock slowly, lingering at the head in the way that makes Matt squirm. “Yeah? Then maybe I’ll put some in your hair next time.” He slides up Matt’s body, kissing him slow and deep. It’s hard to keep it sweet while Matt’s rocking his hips up against Adam’s, when their cocks slide together. “Talk to me, baby. I know you want your leg in weird places, but tell me what else you want.”

“You – in me,” Matt stammers. His hands scrabble against Adam’s side. “You know what I want, come on.”

“Yeah, but I like making you say it,” Adam laughs. “Hold on right there. You want me to fuck you?”

Matt nods, a little frantic, eyes widening as Adam leaves the bed and walks over the luggage. “Don’t do the fake edging thing this time, okay?” He worries at his lip. “I like it, but I don’t want it right now.”

Adam laughs. “Baby, don’t worry. I wouldn’t leave you. Well, unless we talked about it first.” He throws a wink over to Matt who giggles. He pulls out the lube and condoms. “Do you want –”

“No,” Matt says, looking offended. “I never do.”

“I – shut up, Matty, I’m gonna ask.” Adam grins as Matt closes his mouth. “I might not ask every time, but I’ll still ask every once in a while. Just in case.”

Matt exhales, and he moves like he wants to roll his eyes but thinks better of it. “You’re so stupidly good. That sure hasn’t changed.”

Adam crawls back onto the bed and slides his hand down Matt’s strong thigh, his muscled calf, until he reaches Matt’s ankle and rests it on his shoulder. “And you’re so stupidly flexible.” He turns to press a kiss to Matt’s calf. “That’s changed, but for the better.”

Matt shrugs. “Yeah, well, gotta keep up with the young kids.”

Adam presses forward, and Matt’s eyes widen when Adam drops his hand from Matt’s leg and it just…stays there, pressed against Adam’s shoulder and right next to Matt’s own head.

“This is interesting,” Matt says, near panting. “The stretch is great, though.” He wiggles and his cock brushes up against Adam’s stomach. “Oh, god. Fun banter or whatever but get in me already.”

Adam flicks the lube open and slides his fingers between Matt’s cheeks.

“I – oh my god.” Adam stares at Matt. “What the hell were you doing in the restaurant?”

Matt’s face gets all self-satisfied. “I didn’t go to the restaurant. I went to the bathroom, and got started.” He grins. “Thoughts?”

“I think,” Adam says, lining up Matt’s hole to his cock, “you’re a fucking menace and I love you more than anything.” He thinks about Matt, forcing himself quiet as he worked himself open in a public bathroom. He probably got off on the idea he could get caught. Maybe even pulled up a photo of a younger Adam to make it better. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Good,” Matt says, wiggling his hips. It’s enough to make Adam’s vision go a little blurry. “I love you, too.”

Adam grips Matt’s leg and slowly slides in. He’s not good at this part – processing how it feels, realizing it’s always this intense every single time. He loses focus on whatever kind of wild, aimless fuck Matt wants and thinks about the first time he found a home within Matt. He’d just joined Bullet Club, nervous on a mic and in a ring in front of so many people. He was the fall guy. The one to take the pins.

But Matt saw more in him.

“Adam?” Matt asks. His voice is so soft and concerned it brings him back to the present. “Are you okay?”

Adam shakes his head a little. “Yeah, baby, I’m sorry.” He smiles down at Matt, shifting so that Matt’s leg really is up by his ear. “Just remembering the first time we did this.”

“Aw,” Matt says, face growing sweet. “You really do want to make love to me.”

“Always,” Adam murmurs. Matt gasps as Adam leans in to kiss him. “That okay?”

“Yeah,” Matt replies, eyes a little fuzzy. “God, that angle.”

“Not too much with the leg?”

Matt shakes his head. “No. Not at all. You could go more, even, if you wanted.”

Adam knows what that means, so he pushes further and cants his hips. Matt lets out this dramatic wail as he pushes his hips to take more of Adam inside of him.

“New favorite position,” Matt gasps. “God, okay. Yeah.”

As much as he knows Matt would love it, tonight isn’t the night where Adam can make himself go rough and fast. He whispers everything in his mind into Matt’s lips, rolls his hips with movements like waves, settles himself inside of Matt like he belongs here. Matt whimpers and gasps, nails digging into Adam’s biceps, as he responds.

“Adam,” he whispers.

“Right here,” Adam murmurs, leaning in to kiss Matt’s forehead. He bumps the side of his head against Matt’s leg, laughing a little. “Promise.”

“You really are the worst at being mean,” Matt says, but he smiles as he says it, beaming up at Adam. He has not choice but to lean down and kiss Matt’s pretty mouth. Matt hums against his lips, winding his arms around Adam’s neck, tangling his hands in Adam’s hair. He could live in this moment, forever, and lets every touch linger.

Matt bucks his hips up a few times, pouting to get his point across when Adam pulls away.

“You know you can use your goddamned words, right?” Adam says, moving so he can slide a hand between them around Matt’s dick. He can tell Matt is close, just from the way he rolls his hips without any rhythm.

Matt hums. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in – that, god, okay.” He looks up and locks eyes with Adam, and then they’re both coming at the same time like an old married couple, and that thought alone is enough to make Adam’s mind white out with it all, the bliss and comfort mixing to an intoxicating crescendo.

He blinks, still seeing stars, coming back to focus with his forehead pressed to Matt’s chest and Matt’s fingers carding through his hair.

“That was incredible,” Matt sighs. “But, uh, can I have my leg back? It’s getting kind of sore.”

Adam shifts, lowering Matt’s leg to the bed. “Okay?”

“Much better,” Matt says. He frowns down at his stomach. “How’d it get more on me than on you?”

Adam shifts, feeling his softening dick slip out of Matt in a zing of overstimulation. “It always does,” he replies. He gently swings Matt’s leg over his head so he can fall on the pillow next to Matt. Matt protests for a second, confused, but relaxes.

“Oh,” Matt says, still a bit dizzy. “I thought you were going to try and fuck me again.”

Adam snorts. “I may have the braids like I was 25 again, baby, but I don’t got that much stamina.”

Matt opens his mouth, then closes it.

“You have to tell me what made you make that face,” Adam insists. “I have to know.”

Matt sighs, dramatically, like always. “Well, I was thinking. That could be – fun.”

“What could?” Adam asks. “Me managing to get it up again in twenty minutes like back in the day?”

“Oh my god, yeah, but also…” He trails off and bites his lip, like he doesn’t already have Adam’s complete attention.

“Also what?” Adam encourages. He rests a hand on Matt’s arm.

“Maybe,” Matt says, tracing patterns on Adam’s chest, “maybe, since you don’t like being mean. Maybe we could ask someone for help.”

Adam turns his head, and Matt’s so close Adam has to kiss his forehead. “Help?”

“Yeah,” Matt says, and he shifts on his side, arms curled into his chest. “So they could – could use me first, all mean, and then you could take care of me after? And be all sweet?” He blinks a little. “Like, maybe, we could call in somebody who’s already expressed…interest?”

Adam sighs. “I see what this is.” He kisses Matt quickly, tasting his anticipation and replacing it with a smile. “You want Mox to fuck you.”

“Only if you’re okay with it!” Matt says. He sits up. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. And if you don’t like it, I won’t bring it up –”

“No, I like it,” Adam says. He smiles and watches Matt relax. “You’re right. I’m not great at being mean, at least not the whole time.” He licks his lips. “But Mox. Mox would use you like a little doll and be super mean.”

Matt nods so hard that the hair tie, already hanging on for dear life, flies out of his hair across the room.

“Just to confirm, mean to you while he fucks you.”

Matt nods again. “I really want somebody to be, like, so mean.” He lights up. “Oh, maybe he won’t let me come! And then you – you could…” He trails off, eyes going bright. “Adam, I have the best idea.”

The fantasy tumbles out of his mouth so detailed and so specific that Adam wonders if it has been brewing in his mind for ages.

“You’ve got a big plan going on there, Matty.” He yanks Matt over to him, not caring about getting sticky and gross. “Sounds like you’ve been wanting it for a while.” He trails his fingers down Matt’s spine. “Like you’re dying for somebody else to fuck you.” He kisses Matt dirty as he can get it. “Coming up with your own experiments now, you desperate little slut.”

“Is this you being mean?” Matt asks. He lifts his head, grinning. “Don’t stop.”

~

Mini Playlist:

Still Into You - Paramore

Naked Love - Adam Lambert

Stupid Love - Lady Gaga

Do Me - Kim Petras (yes this is on every Matt related fic playlist, no I will not apologize, it's so Matt it hurts)

[adriannamunson]

VHS Player

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

SUMMARY: A movie (not) date with Steve may just ignite both of your hidden feelings.

A/N: I got Harrington baby fever. Potential pt. 1 out of 2

WARNINGS: fluff, flirting, back to the future, a bit of tension and simping

WORD COUNT: 3.1 k

To say you were pissed with how Saturday was going would be an understatement. You had the whole house to yourself, bought a bunch of snacks and drinks. All in the name of Back to the Future.

But your stinking VHS player was bugging like crazy, of course it wasn’t the tape, it was your player. The tape was pristine and new, while the player was on its last leg.

So, as much as you hated it, you unplugged the VHS you got in your car. Trying to find an open technology shop in order to see if anyone could do anything for your shitty VHS player.

Unfortunately, there were none open today. The only thing closest to a technician you can get was Family Video.

Pulling up to the curb in front of the store, you got out of your car begrudgingly.

Since it was a Saturday afternoon, there were a ton of people. You try to push pass the couples, teenagers and even hopeless singles, making your way to the counter. It was a struggle since the heavy VHS player in your hands was weighing you down.

“Excuse me.” You rang the bell a couple times before a familiar face turned around.

Steve Harrington, hair fluffed and face as perfect as ever. You guys were in the same clique when he was still in Hawkins High. Granted you were a year lower than him but, your group was made up of all levels. Freshmen till Seniors.

“Hi, what can I help you with- hey! Y/n, long time no see.” He flips his hair back with a flick of his wrist. Truly happy to see you again, since the last time you guys met was the occasional ‘bumping into each other’.

This was just like that, except this was longer than the ‘hi’ and ‘hello’. “Steve Harrington, how are you?” You say with an agape smile. Pretty happy to see a friend.

“Ah well, as you can see…” He points all around the shop, a bunch of people moving and talking. “…I’m living the high life.”

You giggle at his sarcastic tone, “I can see that. Well, I’m sorry to add more to your situation but, I kinda need help.” You patted your VHS player, a clanky metallic sound bonged through. “I was going to chill and watch Back to the Future but this damn thing chose to buffer.”

He looked at you with raised eyebrows, as if he was trying to tell you to go on. “And all the other technician stores are closed and this place is the only place I could think of.” You teetered and tottered between your toes.

“Oh well, I can try to look into it.” He moves the VhS player closer to him, sliding it across the counter. “No promises, though.” He carries it, taking it into the backroom before running back out to you. “Why don’t you uh, hang around here for awhile and I’ll let you know, hm?”

“Thanks, Steve. You’re a lifesaver.” You batted your eyelashes in his direction. He gives you a playful wink, disappearing to the backroom again. You chose to just roam around various sections you’ve never passed through before.

A few people recognized you, so you were quick to greet them back with a smile on your face. You weren’t even expecting to feel the tap on your shoulder from none other than Steve.

You spin around to face his pretty face. “So I know your problem.” He says with focus in his voice.

“Tell me.” You casually state, crossing your arms.

“You need a new cable, luckily we have a few that I can snatch out for you BUT my manager, the devil, needs to be gone.” He does that thing again with his hair, in classic Steve fashion, slightly leaning against some of the shelves.

“When will he be gone?”

“5 ish later.” Steve wave his hand around to show you his uncertainty. You didn’t want to waste your whole day here at the store waiting for that darn cable.

Hell, you didn’t even wanna leave your house. So, instead, you came up with a probable solution. “Can you swing by my place later and give it to me? With the VHS player too?”

Steve swore he felt his face warm up and flush with bright red. He’s been over to your house before, but it was with everyone else. It made him feel something he wasn’t sure about. But hey, dropping by isn’t the same thing as staying, so it’s probably not a big deal.

“Sure, you still staying at the same place?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Yep, as always.” You flash him a soft smile, patting his arm before saying goodbye. “I’ll see you then, yeah?”

With a quick nod, you left the Family Video store. Ready to spend god knows what at home until Steve comes over with the much needed cable.

—

Your popcorn was getting stale and the soda pop was getting less fizzy. A quick look at your wall clock tells you it was already 6 pm. No Steve or VHS or cable in sight.

The heaviness of your eyes almost got the better of you, accompanied by the softness of the couch. That was until your familiar doorbell rang, prompting you to stand up to answer the door.

Steve stood there, VHS squeezed between his side and arm. “Hello, pretty girl.” A wink and a sly smile across his face.

“Thought you wouldn’t have come.” You open the door wider, allowing space for him to come in.

“Aw miss me that much, huh?” As if his own house, he headed directly to your living room. Knowing every inch of your home.

Upon closing the door, you roll your eyes. Following him to his side, as he kneeled in front of your television set. You watched as he intricately plugged in the new cable and a few other ones. Even switching a few switches in the process.

You weren’t quite sure where his skillset came from but maybe it was from being around VHS tapes; working at Family Video.

“Didn’t take you for a technical guy, Harrington.” You plopped down to his side, watching him delicately. He could feel your stare but focused on the task at hand instead.

“Well… I’m full of surprises.” He claps his hand, and finishes plugging your system back in. Joining you as you both sat on your carpeted living room floor.

You slap his cheek playfully, an action you usually did when he was still in Hawkins High. “Sure thing, Cassanova.” He couldn’t help but look at your face and the dull blue hue of the television reflecting against it.

To say he wasn’t being hypnotized, would be a lie.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive. He’s constantly given you flirtatious compliments and suggestive comments, but you simply took it as a typical conversation.

“So uh-” He mutters out, snapping out of his little daydream. “What movie were you gonna play?” He glances to the back, trying to find out what you were about to watch.

You, who was also very distracted with this handsome boy, stuttered as you stood up to the center table. “This. Back to the.. Back to the Future?” Handing it to him, you sat back down on the floor.

He grabs it and slides it into the player. Patiently waiting for the movie to load. Soon enough, the beginning of the movie started playing. Gaining a relieved sigh to escape both your mouths.

Your first reaction was to wrap your arms around him, pulling him in for a hug since you were always a touchy person.“Thank you so much, Steve.” Taken aback by your action, he couldn’t protest.

Simply put, he copied your hug by pulling you in even tighter.

“No biggie, y/n. Anything for an old friend.” Who was he kidding, it wasn’t just about being old friends, but rather— his admiration for you. He’d do anything for you. He pulls away slightly just to look down at you. Honestly you could melt into a puddle if you were being serious. Steve truly had a thing about his eyes and you weren’t an exemption from his power.

Feeling flustered as fuck, you interrupt the awkward air by moving backwards. Clearing your throat, you began to speak. “Would you uh…” you had no idea what you were about to say, but it just felt right. “Would you like to watch it with me?”

Steve stood there with his mouth slightly opened, scared of saying yes. Not because he didn’t want to but because he was terrified of spending that much time alone with you.

What if he won’t be able to control himself and just kiss you? What would you think of him.

But besides his fears, he wouldn’t pass up this opportunity.

His silence was scaring you though, so you began to take back what you said. “Ne-nevermind, heh what was I thinking? You probably got somewhere to be, yeah? Just forget about it-”

“No, no, no, no, no!” Steve grabs either side of your shoulders, keeping you in place. “I would love to stay! I don’t have anywhere to go and besides- even if I did, I would cancel.” He wanted to smack himself in the face for blurting that out. “We barely see eachother anymore, so…” That was the best excuse he could come up with.

With a soft smile, you nod at his words. “Great!” You pulled him over to the couch, plopping down as you grabbed the stale popcorn.

He plays the movie and takes a handful of popcorn before realizing it wasn’t as crunchy. “Sorry, it’s been out for a while.” You spot his scrunched face, and apologize.

“It’s fine.” He smiles back at you.

The movie went on as the two of you would occasionally look at one another. Laughing at the funny jokes and general weirdness of the whole movie.

You never thought Steve would be here on your couch, with just you, alone. You also did not think when your head leaned against his shoulder, just halfway through the film.

Steve didn’t know what to do, other than welcome your weight against him. Even slyly extending his arm around you, to the back of the couch. In order to slowly snake around your shoulder.

“I hope this is okay.” He whispers.

You look up at him without moving too much, simply by just looking with your eyes. “Yeah, no of course.”

“Good. Good.” Both of you turn your attention back to the movie. Something about Marty Mcfly knocking onto the young Doc Brown’s door.

But you still felt like it was awkward, so you whispered again. “I mean, cuddling is pretty nice, right? Friends cuddle…”

“Of course, friends cuddle!” He states like it was a matter of fact.

“Yeah, what am I thinking? Haha.” You snuggled into his neck even more, adjusting your seating position to better fit your posture.

He pulls you closer, “You and Todd are over, right?” He asks because he doesn’t want a boyfriend of yours to walk in and suddenly pick a fight. Also, because he wanted to see if you had anyone in your life.

“Yeah yeah, of course like, ages ago. Heh… You and Wheeler?”

“Oof, history.”

Silence. Silence and the movie’s noise filled the air yet again.

You felt his hand slide from your shoulder to the crook of your waist. He didn’t really plan on it happening, it just felt right. He wished you would let it slide (literally) and pay no mind to it. And so you didn’t.

A few minutes pass by and your arm found itself wrapped across his torso. Pulling him into you as a few laughs escaped your lips.

“Oh God, why did it have to be Biff?” Steve laughs out loud at the scene unfolding. George was supposed to pretend to rescue Lorraine from Marty, unfortunately, it was Biff.

“He’s a dead man, guaranteed.” You murmured against his chest, the vibrations of your voice made him stiffen up a bit.

You noticed because soon enough, you adjusted your position. Which made him stop you, “Where are you going? Stay.” He almost sounded like a little boy, desperate to keep you near.

He enjoyed the warmth your bodies were sharing, and so even if it seemed suspicious to want you near; he didn’t care. “It’s nice to cuddle… You know?”

Your eyes meet him again, and a blush spreads across your cheeks. “Okay, Harrington.” The way your arms wrapped around him again made him palpitate underneath your touch. Of course he held it in, but it was pretty hard to.

The rest of the movie went by, and you were now standing up. Stretching your arms over your head. Steve was also stretching, twisting and turning his waist around to hear it crack.

You look at the clock and see that it was already 8:30 PM, kind of comforted with the idea that Steve stuck around this long.

“Thanks for staying, Steve.” You started cleaning up, taking the bowl and empty soda bottle in hand. Steve takes the bowl from you and follows as you head to the kitchen.

“Thanks for inviting me to stay.”

He was quick to clean the popcorn bowl and stole a few glances at your pretty figure. You were in your pajamas and he didn’t understand how you made it look so striking. The fact that you were slightly bent over the trash can, trying to push the trash down didn’t help. Your body was perfectly silhouetted and he was staring right at your ass.

You looked gorgeous. Like a pretty model, off duty.

Steve flicked his eyes off of you when you turned around. You felt his stare on you and his immediate reaction just confirmed it.

“So uh, what happened with you and Todd?” He attempted to fill the dead air with a bit of dialogue. Also, to get his mind off your gorgeous body.

“Oh you know him, he was too full of himself to care about anyone else.” You moved to his side, drying the popcorn bowl with the towel for the dishes.

He couldn’t help but feel like those words were a bit too representative of him, “So, like me then?” His words falter.

And you caught his torn expression, “Oh god, no! Steve, you are nothing like him.” You slap his shoulder, playfully, opening the overhead cupboards to place the bowl back.

He felt a smile creep on his face at your reassuring words, his self doubt fading so he decided to play along. “Well of course not. I’m way more good-looking.”

“Yeah you are.” A wink to him made his chest warm up with glee. You chuckle at his side comment, tiptoeing as you try to put the bowl into the cabinet. Steve saw you struggling and immediately stepped in to help.

“Woah now, let me do it.” He swoops you from nearly slipping, while simultaneously grabbing the bowl. His arm was now supporting your waist as he closed the cupboards.

Here the two of you were again. Close and in contact. If this was the universe’s way of letting the two of you in on the joke, it was definitely not funny. It wasn’t funny because he was getting entranced by the way your pretty eyes looked under the kitchen lights.

“S-steve?” You straightened your back and fixed your posture. Loosening his grip along your waist.

“Sorry.” He cleared his throat and pushed the long strands of hair away from his face. “For what it's worth, Todd was a douche.”

You giggle, peering through your lashes as you look up at him. “He was. A douche with pretty eyes and a nice hairdo.”

“Not nicer than yours, though.” You reached up and messed Steve’s hair up a bit, which made him pretend to be angry.

Gasping and grasping his chest, “The holy hair mustn’t be ruined.” He pushed it back again.

“Oh you mean… like this?” You messed his hair up again with a quick jump, before running out of the kitchen to the main foyer of your house.

Fearfully hiding from Steve’s heavy footsteps. “Okay now YOU ASKED FOR IT.” He runs in a low stance which caught you off guard.

Unbeknownst to you, he was lifting you up over his shoulder, carrying you back into the living room. “STEVEEE” You pounded on his back, which only made him laugh at your poor attempt of escaping.

You felt the couch on your back when he dropped you down. It wasn’t hard but it also wasn’t gentle, which is why you released a verbal ‘ow’.

In classical fashion, you pretended to cry, covering your face while sobbing. Steve actually began to feel bad as he was standing over you. He kneels closer and attempts to apologize. “Hey, hey, y/n… I am so sorry, I-”

When you felt his face was just above yours, you unveiled your laughing face and tackle him to the couch by his neck. “HA! TAKE THAT!”

You then had the upper hand, twisting yourself above him. Now, this was sort of weird, since you were in a compromising position on top of his lap.

Steve was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a liar. He wouldn’t lie about the fact that having you on his lap feels like a dream and he wouldn’t lie or fight his hands from falling to your hips.

You were also not one to fight your body’s reflexes as they fell onto his shoulders. It was uncertain of how long you guys stayed there like that, but none of you noticed your mom and dad entering the house.

“Sweetheart?” You hear your mom’s voice as she clears her throat.

“I always knew you and Harrington were dating.” Your dad took off his coat and hung it by the foyer wall hanger. “I see the way you look at each other.” He shakes his head and jokingly eyes you and Steve.

Instantly, you pushed yourself off if Steve. Dusting your PJs off as you shyly smiled at your parents. “Mom! Dad! This isn’t what you think it is.” You fixed your hair nervously.

“I always like him better than Todd.” They ignored your worry-filled pleas and face, moving past you to go up to their room. Like this was the most expected and typical situation for them to walk in on.

You didn’t know what was more embarassing, the fact that your parents walked in on a suspicious situation or the fact that Steve and you were IN a suspicious situation.

You then felt Steve’s presence by your back, making you jolt up in shock. “I will, uh… see you, then?” He pushes his hair back, putting his jacket back on.

With a shocked yet flushed face, your thoughts ran wild with ideas and possible scenarios with Steve. Even if spending time with him didn’t mean a ‘date’, you’d still do it. So, you look up at him and nod. “Sure, no problem.”

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Part 2

[erixyin]

Fall Into Tune

Summary: It's Robin's birthday which means she gets whatever she wants. Including, dancing and singing at The Hideout on karaoke night.

Eddie x Reader

Words: 3925 Tags: fluff, funny, Steve Harrington drunk and singing ABBA because i can't help myself, Robin Buckley being adorable, Eddie being cute, Jonathan and Nancy are there too, just a good time, one-shot, you and Eddie in first stages of dating, like super early days, flirty, steve x reader if you squint, but the same could be said about reader x Robin, underage drinking by american standards.

I edited and fixed all the mistakes, changed one or two sentences but nothing too masssive. Hope you enjoy it!

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You had all promised that for her birthday Robin could have whatever she wanted, and with the shitty week at school she had had, you knew that this Friday night had to be all out.

The idea had sprung on you when you had caught Steve jamming out to 'Billie Jean' in the back room during his break. You and Robin peeked your head round the corner when Steve still hadn't returned to the front desk. You both watched as he was very confidently singing, "billie jean is not my lover" and did a little fancy footwork on a "woo!" Robin wishing she could somehow record the sight with her eyes. You hands clamped over your mouth to not interrupt the absolute amazing performance that was in front of your eyes.

If the stack of tapes Steve had been haphazardly stacking hadn't crashed onto his face from the shelf, you might have managed to keep it together. Robin was the one whose laughter erupted the whole store. Steve had twisted his body around to see the both of you absolutely crying with laughter at the entire scenario. The tapes all across the floor, the organizing system long lost. One hand on Steve's hip looking at both of you disapprovingly and the other gently checking his hair to make sure that it was still styled.

It was only as the bell dinged that all three of you snapped out of it all and headed back into work mode. Unfortunately for Steve, you and Robin stealing glances at each other throughout the rest of your shift.

Robin's finished earlier than yours so it was just you and Steve closing up shop. As you were locking up, turning to Steve, "Do you know of any place that has a karaoke machine?" a twinkle in your eye. You already knew the answer but seeing the look on Steve's face go from confused to complete horror was too good to pass up.

"No" Steve said instantly and shook his head rigorously, "I know you caught me today, which by the way, don't watch people without their knowledge it's rude" You rolled your eyes at his lecturing. "And I know... of a place that has karaoke and alcohol" At your raised eyebrows he quickly added, "that's not my house."

"You know that Robin would love you" you grin as you headed over to your car. Unlocking it you opened the door and gently leaned against it. You know I would too you wanted to say but Steve didn't need any extra ego boosting. You're eyes looking up at mother Steve big and wide. He sighed so you turned up the charm. "Pretty, pretty please?" batting your eyelashes, giving Steve your best puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh, fine. And she already loves me, thank you" Steve grumbled looking away from you as you punched the air, delighted with your victory. "But you owe me" He pointed at you.

"Thanks Stevie, glad you're gonna arrange everything, byeee" You sang as you got in your car and drove out of the car park. Steve continued to grumble as he got into his car and drove back home. Having forgotten your birthday he was sorta already in your debt but he would never admit it. And he would die a horrible death if he forgot, or didn't do anything for Robin's. So you hadn't really twisted his arm.

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"Are you coming tonight?" you asked tentatively, stepping closer to him, closing the space between the two of you. He had been busy with school since he was actually trying to graduate this year so you hadn't had a chance to go on a proper outing together. Eddie still hadn't properly hung out with them yet, and you knew that you were throwing him in the deep end with it being Robin's birthday but you really wanted him to come along.

"I've got hellfire until 6, but if you're still there I'll join for a bit." You knew he didn't really want to go tonight, he would much rather curl up with you on the sofa and rent a silly scary film. But he was trying, and you commended him for that. His usual cheeky grin returning to his face as he watched your face light up with excitement. You wiggled in happiness and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and you did not miss the way that his hands were about to go around your waist.

But then he remembered where he was. The English corridor was not the place to give his new girlfriend, [OMG you were his girlfriend!], a proper show of affection. He was trying to be good and not get any more detentions. He didn't feel the need to tell you of his reputation regarding PDA with those who were before you. "You really want me there, sweetheart?" He marveled in the way that you refused to look him in the eye and keep the wide grin off your face.

Instead of answering, you just checked your watch, "Oh shit, I gotta go and get ready, I'll see you at 8!" you dashed off. Eddie watched as you ran down the corridor and practically bulldozed Robin Buckley with a hug chanting happy birthday wishes. His eyebrows furrowed slightly when Steve had to separate the two of you by picking you up, saying something to make you calm down. All three of you headed towards the exit, with you turning back to wave at him.

It was early days, demonstrating your relationship in school, you both were in new territory. The guy you had dated before had very much been a short term thing and never liked to be seen with you in public. The people that Eddie had been with before, there were usually friends with benefits or one night stands. So being in a real relationship was very new and scary to him. But he knew he had to try because you wouldn't have it any other way. The new girl in school. From the big city. And yet, you slotted in so well, that it was like you had been here all your life. You had bonded with Robin Buckley on the first day of school and then of course with Steve Harrington, and then it developed from there.

He was jealous of how close you were with Steve after only knowing that group for just under a year. Still, you had chosen Eddie as your partner, not Steve, so clearly he was doing something right.

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Entering The Hideout without his band, was very much a new experience. But entering the bar when it was just a handful of teenagers, happy birthday decorations all over the place and a karaoke machine on stage - now that was a first time experience. As he walked in, internally cursing himself for getting carried away with Hellfire making him half an hour later than he promised, he was so taken aback by the performance on stage he missed you walking towards him.

On stage there was Steve Harrington, a very drunk Steve Harrington, singing ABBA... Eddie knew he was sober but it didn't feel like it with what he was seeing. Steve was, microphone in one hand, hips swaying and pointing at Robin who was in the middle of the room behind a wall of presents. She looked like she was stuck between laughing her ass off and being scared for her life.

"Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight!" Steve shimmied on each 'gimme', running his hands through his hair and winking at Robin, who looked like she wanted to die. By no means, was he a singer but the performance Eddie was kind of impressed by. He wondered how drunk he was.

He dragged his eyes away from the stage to see you right before him waving your hand in front of his face. He remained silent as he scanned your body, trying very hard to keep his face straight and excitement levels down. You were wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt with a black leather skirt and fishnet tights. Paired with black docs, a black velvet choker and fishnet gloves. Smokey eye, red and black with black eyeliner and a dark vampire red lip tint. Eddie felt like he was going to die.

He felt like he was going to die even more so when you hugged him tightly, giggling madly. You slipped your hand into his and dragged him over to the birthday girl's table. Your ears temporarily having a break while Steve on stage was doing a dance break. He noticed Nancy Wheeler behind the wall of presents face in her hands and her boyfriend Jonathan shouting for Steve, "Do a spin!" "Give us a shimmy!" "Go Stevie go!" There was a lot going on and Eddie felt like he didn't have time to ask all the questions.

"I told you he would come!" you yelled at Robin, Steve back on the mic and sounding like a dying cat. You leaned over to grab your drink and Eddie had to focus his eyes very hard on Robin's face as he gave her a small wave and not look anywhere else. "Whose on after Stevie?" Ah so they all called him Stevie, interesting Eddie thought to himself.

"I don't think Nancy can beat him, even after her rendition of that Cyndi Lauper song." Nancy lifted her head, looking at Robin sternly.

"Hey look" Robin held up her hands in protest, "you sang that to Jonathan, I'm getting serenaded here!" She gestured to the man on stage who was badly dad-dancing to the last chorus of the song. His hair a floppy mess and sweat visible on his face. He really had gone all out. "You haven't demonstrated your undying love for me through song yet" she booped you on the nose and grinned evilly.

You downed your drink, whatever it was, in one gulp, slamming it down, "Challenge accepted!" Striding over with confidence you climbed on stage, from the front. Your skirt hiking up as you stepped up, Steve lending a hand to pull you up. Eddie turning immediately to the bar when he had realized he had been caught looking by Robin, getting himself something strong. "This one is for you!" you shouted while pointing at Robin, then you shooed Steve off stage. "Though, it will be tough after such an incredible performance" you laughed as Steve playfully bowed as he made his way to the bar.

Eddie helped himself to a strong rum and coke whilst the bartender was outside having a cigarette. Steve pulled up a stool and sat there bouncing, expecting one too. Eyebrow raised, Eddie slid over his glass, and began doing another one. He let out a small smirk as he heard you curse into the microphone that they 'didn't have this song what the fuck'.

"Oh god, here we go" He muttered under his breath, sharing a look with Steve. The music blaring way too loud. The 80's synth and bass merging together. You were going to sing a popular pop song, Eddie figured that there probably wasn't many alternative songs on this karaoke box. He watched as Steve chuckled at Nancy going from embarrassed to standing up and giving the most uncoordinated little boogie, with Jonathan helping her stand.

"Does she love singing?" He found himself asking Steve, trying to stand straight and make himself match Steve's height. Thankfully Steve was too drunk to notice or didn't act like he had noticed. He watched as he took his time with his drink, he was surprised but of course Steve Harrington could even hold his drink perfectly. His eyes returned to you on stage, taking off your leather jacket and placing it by one of the speakers. He moved to sit down on the bar stool next to Steve, to get a better look at the stage... yeah definitely the stage.

"Yeah man, she sings in the car on the way to school. She turns off my Madonna for her silly rock bands." Steve scoffed as he drank more. Eddie coughed trying to hold in a laugh. Of course Steve listens to Madonna, Eddie thought. And to admit it with such confidence? Admirable. His eyebrows then furrowing when he just realized that she went to school everyday with Steve. Steve looked over at him, then slapped him on the back, "Hey don't worry dude, she's crazy about you. Won't shut up about you. It's kinda annoying."

Eddie looked down, allowing his hair to fall in front of his face to hide the redness forming on his face. "Well in my van, she can listen to all the silly rock bands." His eyes not meeting Steve's but the gentle slap on his back, he knew Steve understood what he was saying.

"Don't you want me baby!" You practically screeched down the mic. Singing gone out the window to instead opt for belting out the chorus to your best friend. "Don't you want me? Oh!"

Robin almost falling off her chair because she was laughing so hard. Nancy barely keeping her chair up, and Jonathan supporting all three. Physically for Nancy and Robin, and for you by wooing and shouting words of encouragement.

Steve smiled while looking down at his drink, the last remaining gulp of alcohol and mixer swirling around in the glass. Without looking at Eddie he said, "I know you Munson, I know your reputation at school." Eddie inhaled sharply. Was he getting the talk with Steve Harrington? "I know that this is your first proper thing" Steve downed the last of his drink and placed it on the bar behind him. "If you hurt her, or cheat on her, or do anything that isn't cool-" he stood up and stretched before turning to look at Eddie dead in the eyes, "I'll fucking kill you, understood?" Eddie just nodded. Which seemed to be enough for Steve who headed back over to the gang.

Eddie didn't really now what he was doing agreeing to be a dating kinda guy with you, but he knew that he had to try. He couldn't simply let you go, in that regard he had always had his way with the people that he chose to get with. Eddie didn't know what he was doing in truth, but he knew from films what he was supposed to do. So he was massively winging it. And he hoped that his confident air hid it well from most people. Clearly it didn't work on Steve but as long as it fooled you, he counted himself lucky.

He watched as you finished your song. Shooting a middle finger at Steve when he exclaimed that he had clearly done a better performance. You wobbled a bit as you headed to the front of the stage again, to get down. Eddie downed the rest of his drink, wincing slightly as he had made it slightly too strong for his liking, and strode to the front of the stage. You paused, mid-crouch, looking at him confused. He hand gently brushing over your ankle. Normally, he would be asking if you wanted to go home with him and share body warmth but he knew how much tonight meant to you and your friends. Which is why he said, "Stay on stage, we're doing a duet."

Your eyes widened and twinkled with delight. "Robbie you're getting another one!" You tried to help pull Eddie up on stage, both of you disregarding the clear stairs to the left for getting on the stage. You wobbled as the weight of him took you off guard, only to have him steady you by holding your frame firmly.

"But Johnny and I wanted to do another duet!" Steve whined, arm around Jonathan, and his arm around Nancy. It was so funny seeing her tipsy, her prim and poised personality gone and was replace by a silly, blunt and daredevil lady.

"Oh my god, get your own boyfriend!" Nancy grasped a hold of Jonathan tightly, causing him to domino effect into Steve. All of them ending up on the floor.

"I, for one, don't wanna hear another song of you two screeching like a parrot down the mic. Besides, I wanna hear Eddie sing with his new girlfriend!" Robin winked, causing you to give her the middle finger but with a strong smile.

You looked at Eddie as you flicked through the list of songs. "What song's do you know?" You whispered. You knew he didn't know most of the pop songs just by looking at his face when you looked at a handful of them. None of them were rock n roll. "Can you do this one?" Your finger paused on one song. It was old but you loved singing it in the car with Robin, one of your first memories after moving to Hawkins High.

"Yeah, my uncle likes this song." He said, and that's all you needed to know that this would be a fun karaoke. In truth, Eddie didn't really sing. He really just did a Mark Knophler and spoke into the mic when he did his Corroded Coffin gigs.

When the song started, Steve on the floor rolled his eyes dramatically and started snapping his fingers. The amount of times you and Robin had put this on in his car, he knew the whole thing by heart. Robin immediately struggled to her feet ready to boogie. Nancy just lifted her head to look at Jonathan who was snapping off rhythm with Steve.

"Hit the road Jack! And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more!" You sang. You're voice softer than before, much better suited to this tempo. You swayed your head from side to side with your hips between every 'no more'. Eddie was beaming. Who would have thought the girl wearing an Iron Maiden tee also knew of Ray Charles and loved this song in particular.

"What you say?!" He belted into his own mic. Getting on one knee and dramatically gesturing. He knew he was making an idiot of himself but he didn't care.

Robin bouncing along to the beat, her hair falling in front of her face. Steve, in a way only Steve could, flopping his messed up hair from side to side. Jonathan and Nancy in sync swaying from the waist up side to side, until eventually Steve joined in. Robin then climbed up on the table sending some of the presents to fall off onto the ground. She started dancing, really badly. But that just made you sing harder, with more power.

"Oh woman, oh woman. Don't treat me so mean" Eddie now on both of his knees in front of you, staring up into your eyes. "You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen" he winked, putting his hand over his heart as if he had been hit.

You playfully pushed him away so he 'fell' down and put on a pained face. He got up on his feet, "I guess if you say so" on the trumpet toot he bopped his head with a single head bang, causing his hair to fly everywhere and become even messier than it was before. "I'll have to pack my things and go!"

"That's right!" You winked shyly back at him before continuing onto the chorus again. Matching the same floppy style of dancing that Robin was doing on the table. Just bouncing around. Dancing around the stage with Eddie, you were laughing between your words, messing up some of the notes. He shimmied towards you, and you thought you were going to collapse with laughter but you held on.

"Don't you come back no more" you put your hand on his chest, gently pushing him away from you.

"Oh now baby please" his eyes glinting with mischief. He stopped walking backwards and now stood firm, so your hand was now pressed tightly against his chest.

"Don't you come back no more" You blushed at this gesture and tried to pull your hand away, but his other hand that was free placed itself on top, trapping it.

"Oh, don't treat me like that" No longer singing, more of a purr into the microphone.

If you were able to comprehend your surroundings, you would have heard Steve "Excuse me?" in his mother tone. Followed by Nancy shushing him loudly and Robin and Jonathan screaming and wooing in the background.

"Don't you come back no more" You smiled as you sang the last line, looking at Eddie with a wide smile. Your legs were wobbling, but it wasn't just because of the alcohol. Eddie dropped the mic and took your hand that had been previously trapped, taking down the stairs off the stage.

"I think I better go home" You said, dragging your eyes away from Eddie's. Looking at how drunk Nancy and Jonathan had gotten. The song had slightly sobered you up along with Eddie being... Eddie.

"I'll take you" Eddie said quickly. Steve gave him a maternal death glare. "Don't worry big boy, I'll get her home safe." He patted Steve on the head. An action in which, if Steve had been sober and not on the floor, Eddie wouldn't exist anymore.

"Thank you, for the absolute best birthday everrrrrr!" Robin slurred her words slightly. She burped as she hugged you tightly.

After a second glance towards Eddie after being released from the death grip hug Robbie had inflicted upon you. You both decided that Eddie was in a better shape to drive everyone home rather than get back into Steve's car. Eddie didn't say anything, since he secretly wanted to take you home by himself but it was still early days.

You almost kicked Steve into the back of Eddie's van when he said, "don't forget to use protection" to both you and Eddie causing Eddie to raise his eyebrow and stare back at Steve.

You shoved Steve into the back, making him fall on top of Jonathan, "Yes, thank you Stevie!" Your face bright red.

Helping Robin and Nancy into the van, being more careful with Nancy since she looked like she was about to throw up. Nancy seeing Steve on top of Jonathan blurting out, "Oh so you're a bottom with him? Mister Floppy hair?" Making you and Eddie look at each other before shutting the van door. Robin yelling at Nancy for saying that and the boys blabbering nonsense.

Eddie ran round to the passenger side, opened the door for you and kissed your hand, "The chariot awaits for you, my lady" keeping his eye contact with you the hold time, grinning widely when your face went even redder.

You continue blushing all the way home, after everyone else had been dropped off. Getting out the van and walking to your door, Eddie stood still lie he was going to ask you something but couldn't find the words.

You gently leaned forward and gave him a gentle but quick kiss on the lips, making him match the shade of red you were. "See you tomorrow at 3" You whispered into his ear.

"Tomorrow?" Eddie breathed. You were fairly sure that his mind had stopped working by the look of complete blankness on his face.

"You're picking me up for our first official date" You grinned and turned to go inside and shut the door behind you.

Eddie drove back with a huge grin on his face. Maybe this relationship could work out with you after all.

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A Thorn In The Side - Gojo x Reader

Summary: Infatuation enduring from high school is more of a problem than you or he think (~3.4k words).

Warnings: fem pronouns, fem!reader, noncon, kidnapping, yandere, wlw mention, gojo is a pos

A/N: Part of @suedebunn​‘s Hanahaki collab! 

When the strongest jujutsu sorcerer to have ever lived wakes up in the early am with the sensation of thorns scratching his throat and fullness in his stomach, he’s baffled.

Even more so when he doubles over in bed to cough profusely to the point of near emesis, shocking for a man who rarely gets sick. He stares blankly at a pillow covered in droplets of flecks of red, and his eyes widen with trepidation, until he realizes those large drops strewn across his bed come from flowers rather than blood.

He must be dreaming, Gojo Satoru tells himself, but the satiny feel of the scarlet petals between his fingertips is very real.

Or perhaps a curse.

“So you expect me to diagnose you over the phone?” 

Shoko pulled a drag of her cigarette as though for dramatic effect, blowing it out with a sigh, but continued to listen. She had to be up early anyway and ignoring Gojo would only make him more annoying in her experience.

“So what are your symptoms again?” she asked.

“Apparently my insides are trying to match my beautiful outsides~” he sang.

Shoko rolled her eyes, and as though he could see her, Gojo laughed loudly.

“In all seriousness, I’m turning into a garden. Coughing up flowers apparently.”

“Coughing up flowers, huh?” She leaned a little further against her balcony, her eyes setting on the early morning sunrise she could view from her high rise apartment. “Do you think it’s some type of curse?”

“It’s… different,” he replied, somewhat noncommittally. “I don’t think it’s cursed energy, actually.”

This was unexpected.

“What else do you feel?”

“Uneasy…”

It was Shoko’s turn to laugh. An interesting choice of words coming from him.

“Any ideas?” Gojo insisted.

“I mean, it could be some kind of undetectable curse. I’d know if I got to see you… How does your heart feel when you cough up the flowers?”

“It races.”

“Your mind?”

“Also races… lightheaded.”

“Any thoughts?”

“None.”

“As expected.” she teased, laughing again until she realized that for once, Gojo was silent on the other end of the phone. She scratched her head, then ran her fingers through her fingertips.

“Come in at 2pm today, okay? Don’t be late.”

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“Well, you’re right,” Shoko stated, stepping back from the examination table, and crossing her arms as she set herself down on a stool to formulate her assessment. 

Her friend, already graced with the palest of color palettes, did actually look ill, dark circles prominent enough to match hers marring his porcelain skin. He sat, legs spread apart, and leaning onto the weight of his hands besides him, raising an eyebrow quizzically..

“It’s not cursed energy, alright,” she said, with a sigh. She stretched out her hand.

“You brought the sample, right?” 

Gojo, uncharacteristically a bit listless, tossed her the bag of vomited petals from this morning, covered in now dry saliva and other fluids. Not batting an eyelash, Shoko slipped on a pair of gloves and felt inside the bag, petals crumbling at her fingertips.

Definitely not cursed energy. She placed the bag on a disorganized counter behind her, making a mental note of scrutinizing it further under a microscope.

“Ideas?” Gojo asked after he’d decided that the time he’d given her to think was enough. It turned out the idea of being sick irritated him more than he expected. 

The very idea of being vulnerable made him slightly nauseous.

Shoko let out a chuckle that sounded more nervous than she had intended.

“My only other thought is Hanahaki disease.”

“Hanahaki?” Gojo repeated.

“Yeah,” she stated. Crossing her legs, she relaxed into her stool further as she watched the young man carefully. “Who’s the unlucky one?”

“You mean?”

“Who’s the unfortunate soul you’re in love with?” She asked again, waiting for his response. The truth was that she was quite shocked at the idea of Gojo being afflicted with Hanahaki, that he of all people could have such a pure, destructive form of love given his track history.

She’d known him long enough to know that his body count was near ridiculous.

He tilted his head, then burst into laughter.

“Myself, duh.”

“Well, auto-Hanahaki isn’t a thing, but I suppose if it was, you’d be the one to be afflicted with it.”

She decided not to press further. “Whoever it is, I’d recommend you settle your feelings as soon as possible,” she added. “People don’t usually die from this but you look surprisingly like shit so I’d be careful.”

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, hopping off the table and pulling back on his shirt.

Settling his feelings may be more complicated than either of the two of them expected.

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You were in the middle of your drive home when Shoko’s name finally flashed on your dashboard. Grinning, you picked up on the car speaker, mischief in your voice.

“It’s 7:03 and you promised me you’d call at 7 sharp, babe. What do you have to say for yourself?” 

“You’re going to hold 3 minutes against me?” Her sultry voice filled your ears as you made the last turn between the grocery store and your apartment, and you hoped she’d be inside your home waiting for you so that you could actually hold something tangible against her.

“I did say I wasn’t going to tolerate you being late for anything anymore, didn’t I?” You teased.

“Bold declaration for someone who isn’t even home yet,” Shoko retorted.

In minutes, you were walking through the door, arms charged with bags full of groceries for dinner you’d planned to cook together. Shoko greeted you with a kiss on the forehead as you placed them on the counter.

“Did you miss me?”

You did, but you stuck out your tongue at her instead. Her hand intertwined with yours briefly before you separated to unpack items for dinner.

“I promise I’ll be less busy,” she offered as the two of you worked in tandem. Your stomach was already growling, so the sooner you had food on the table, the better.

“It’s no problem,” you replied, and you meant it only half-heartedly. It’s true she was less busy than a regular civilian doctor, but it seemed recently that her clinic was getting overrun with more and more curse victims. Things had been bad recently in the world, you figured. 

You were happy to step back from the world of sorcery, but small reminders like these persisted.

“Did you still manage to fit Gojo in today?”

She had complained earlier today that Gojo always managed to make a bad day worse.

“Mmm,” is what she offered over the sound of chopping vegetables. You understood that she couldn’t say more, on top of the fact that any discussion of Gojo was already a sore subject. It didn’t have to be, and it shouldn’t have been, but this was what it was.

“Hope he’s okay,” you offered, as you turned on the stove.

“He’ll be fine,” she replied, her voice now quieter than usual.

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The first and last time Gojo fell in love was in the spring of his third year, he suddenly recalled in the middle of a tryst, as an upsettingly subpar blowjob allowed his mind to wander. The young woman whose gags sounded almost theatrical when compared to the amount of pleasure he was actually receiving was starting to get on his nerves, but instead he took matters in his own hands, wrapping her long ponytail around his wrist before guiding the back of her head so she took him deeper.

If she was gonna choke, she should commit to it.

He’d fallen in love with you at first sight. It was a strange feeling for him to immediately be enamored with someone upon first glance instead, having always been the recipient of many an awe-filled or fawning look.

You were a transfer from the sister school, already a rare occurrence, and what was even rarer was the fact that you both had little affinity to jujutsu and little interest in getting better. One could wonder why you even showed up in the first place, much less why you’d moved from one school to the other. 

You’d quit as expected just before graduation, but not before you caught his eye. 

“You’re pretty shitty at this,” he’d remarked, attempting to win you over with humor when he’d been assigned to you for both orientation and possible tutoring. “Of course, you can always ask me for help,” he added, flashing pearly whites at you.

He was the opposite of successful in wooing you.

“I suppose since this comes easy to you, this is just funny, right?” You’d quipped.

Your words cut more than both you and he anticipated, but it didn’t exactly matter. You were not interested in him, the way he was interested in you. 

But Shoko was different.

You became fast friends and upon your departure from the technical college, you’d remained in contact despite withdrawing from everyone else related to magic. 

Even if Gojo tried many times to either bring you back to this world you’d left behind or be part of your new one, you’d rebuffed him every time. Harshly. 

“I don’t know why you expect everyone to worship you,” was the last thing you’d said to him. “I’ve already made it clear that I don’t want to be part of this life,” you’d insisted. “Why would I change my mind just because you asked me to?”

You were right. 

And yet you loved Shoko.

The young woman whose name he’d forgotten’s face was now pressed against his pubic bone and she now began to squirm, slapping and scratching at him like some kind of trapped animal as she struggled to breathe, reminding him that he’d daydreamed for too long.

“Sorry,” he offered, as he released his grip, leaving her to sputter and choke. Looking at her, knowing that she was not you suddenly made him want to choke himself, to bring forth that impromptu garden of unrequited feelings.

He patted her on the back gingerly, and once it looked like she’d restabilized, pulled her in for another kiss. 

If only her lips tasted like yours.

---

Shoko’s hand glided against the curve of your hips, taking in the image of you sleeping softly on your side, facing her. She dipped down to kiss your nose; it was the only time the fact that she had such an issue with sleep benefited her, this ability to almost always wake up before you.

You looked incredibly peaceful while sleeping, and she had to admit this angelic view of you was even better than your features twisted in a pleasured mewl (not that it wasn’t a close battle).

There was a nagging concern in the pit of her stomach, however.

Gojo suffering from unrequited love could be a problem, if the object of his affections did happen to be you. But it had been years ago that he’d pursued you unsuccessfully, why present now?

Why present to her office of all people? Gojo could be inconsiderate, but not to this extent. 

But what if he didn’t know that this was what he was feeling? Suppressed feelings taking root and morphing themselves into the tangible he couldn’t ignore?

She sat up, resting her back against the backboard, the lack of a cigarette between her lips being palliated with the gnaw of her thumbnail. 

It couldn’t be. Not you. 

Please, not you.

---

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Shoko checked in about a week later.

Gojo didn’t share that he’d spent the entire morning in a coughing fit of petals, now definitely streaked with blood, and the entire last night vomiting enough flowers into the toilet that it had overflowed.

He didn’t comment on the entire scarlet sage plants with large green leaves that threatened to sprout from every orifice, not just his throat, but his ears and nostrils, possibly from behind his eyes.

He didn’t know what was next, only that it was getting worse.

The constant fire in the pit of his stomach, the shivers, the chills, the incessant flash of you running through his mind, your name moaned in the darkness, his body drenched in sweat.

The fact that he knew it was because he loves you and cannot find an alternative for you.

The fact that he must have you, and only you.

“Has it gotten better or worse?” Shoko asked.

“I’m fine,” Gojo reassured her, masking the exhaustion in his voice, and she made the mistake of believing him.

---

You awoke in darkness with an icy cold searing into your skin.

It took you a moment to let your eyes adjust to the light and for your body to resume the motor control it had briefly relinquished in sleep before you could reorient yourself. You were laying on ground of some sort, maybe hardwood which implied that you were in some kind of building. 

Your head throbbed viciously as you shifted slowly to a sitting position and you almost expected there to be blood as you ran your hands over the back of your head, checking for injury. But there was nothing, just the normal feel of your hair, and the steady thump of your temples in time with your pounding heart.

Looking around, your eyes soon fixed to the low light, not actual darkness to center on a figure in the center of the room.

You let out a gasp of surprise.

Gojo.

Not only had it been a while and he was the last person you expected to see, he looked stranger than he ever had.

He sat perched on a chair backwards, chin leaning on the top of the backrest. His head was tilted, and he watched you warily but fixedly through eyes that looked sunken into their orbits. Their clear blue was still sharp in the darkness.

His skin had taken on an almost ghostly cast to match his hair, and he was thinner than you remembered as though he had been slowly withering away since the last time you saw him. That was ages ago.

Your limbs froze in anticipation. You didn’t have to be a genius to recognize that whatever was happening or was about to happen was bad.

“Why did you bring me here?”

He stared at you blankly for a moment, unmoving. If he weren’t so extraordinarily fatigued, he would have sat up straighter in his chair and offered you a smile. You were still as pretty as the day he first laid eyes on you, after all. What a welcome sight.

“I guess I missed you,” he responded instead, quietly. 

Your teeth gritted as you flared up in indignation.

“Excuse me?”

He cut you off with a loud, exasperated sigh, mustering the little bit of energy he had left to run a hand through his hair.

“Listen, I thought I’d forgotten myself, but it turns out that I’m being betrayed by my own body.”

As though to add effect, a coughing fit began just at the end of his sentence, and you watched as he spat flowers into the palm of his hand, lowering them for you to see.

“And it seems like you’re the cause of this.”

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of bloody petals falling through his fingertips and hitting the ground.

He was completely out of his mind.

“I…,” you shakily got yourself up to your feet, not letting your gaze leave Gojo for a second. He didn’t get out of the chair, but he did shift so that he leaned back in the seat, a wicked smile on his face.

“You...?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You spat. “Where the hell am I and how did I get here?”

He finally did get up, although it was done in a dramatic, strained movement. He really had lost weight, you noticed, picking up the flash of pale wrists before he shoved his hands in his pocket.

“I know it sounds crazy but apparently, according to your girlfriend, I’m suffering from lovesickness.”

He bared more of his teeth now, looking more like a grimace than a grin by this time. “I didn’t believe it either, but then I started seeing you in my mind every single waking moment.”

In the split second it took for you to blink, he had crossed the distance between you, so that he was now in your personal space, the palm of his hand inappropriately caressing your face, as tender as you’d expect from Shoko.

And you immediately jumped back and backhanded him as hard as you could.

The crack of your hand was loud and exaggerated, reverberating in the room. For a moment, you froze in shock, surprised the slap had actually landed, before shaking out your now burning hand and following up with a hiss.

“Don’t you fucking touch me.”

Gojo’s icy blue eyes glint, demonic in their delight.

“That’s the feisty bitch I remember.”

---

It was nearing 24 hours since you’d failed to reply to Shoko’s text and the normally collected woman was terribly anxious.

She’d stayed at work late, and still, not a single message from you. 

The nagging feeling in the back of her mind returned.

What if it were you?

Gojo couldn’t be that insane, could he?

When she entered your home to find traces of red salvia scattered throughout your home, it only confirmed her fears.

---

“I don’t want to do this either. I mean it.”

It was hard to believe him when he seemed to savor every brush of the lips as he trailed kisses along your inner thighs, spread open with the force of his hands. Gojo had always been deceptively strong, even now, when it looked like he was wilting just as much as the flowers he coughed up. 

Your wrists were bound to a fixed point at the head of a foreign bed, and your ankles to the bedposts anteriorly to prevent you from fighting. Not that you would have been able to fight back anyway, but the severe fatigue permeating his very bones made him less willing to risk anything.

When his lips made it to your center to circle your clit, you writhed in disgust, forcing back the sighs of pleasure that would inevitably ensure.

“Y-you can’t - ah - make me love you…”

Gojo paused the swishing of his tongue to give you a look that reeked enough of apathy that it was almost startling.

“I’m aware, but there’s no harm in trying.”

---

“Where the fuck is she?”

Satoru had the ostentatiousness within him to receive the phone call on speaker, so that you could hear Shoko beg to find out your whereabouts.

“She’s with me,” he replied, calmly to her, holding the phone in one hand and pumping fingers in and out of your slippery cunt with the other. 

By this time, Gojo had gotten tired of your expletives which no longer retained the initial cute charm, so your screams for help were muffled by a gag over your own wet panties shoved into your mouth.

He’d been at this for hours.

There was a pause on the phone from Shoko’s end that sounded like something crashing to the ground, maybe a plate breaking.

Her tone changed immediately.

“P-please don’t hurt her.”

“I’m not.”

He glanced at you who glared back at him with reddened eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You looked even prettier when you were so totally helpless.

“I would never,” he added.

The pump of his fingers slowed but did not stop.

“This won’t fix you,” Shoko warned, almost in a low protective hiss, her own voice breaking. “This won’t fix anything, you bastard.”

He cut off the phone abruptly, and let out a sigh before shifting his attention back to you.

“Where were we?”

---

Maybe if I pretend, he’ll stop?

Or will he continue? Will I just affirm that he won?

His thrusts were relentless, as was the constant tugging at your hair, the teeth sinking into every inch of your skin, the moans and groans whispered into your ears or your bosom.

A violation in every sense of the word.

You were running out of tears.

The fact that it’s pointless, you and he both know it. Your true love knows it, that this is just an excuse to get back at you. For what? Rejection? 

He would die anyway. You would never return his feelings, if there even truly were any. 

He continued to rut into you, and flowers started to stain every inch of your bodies, covering them in a deep scarlet.

Red. Red. Red.

Blood. Rage. Power. Passion.

You probably didn’t need the restraints anymore. You had no fight left in you. 

Just the satisfaction, however small, that regardless of what he did to you, he would still eventually succumb to nature and perish in a bed of putrid efflorescence.

[clockcall]

@eddie​:

⛧˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ IT WAS NO EXAGERTATION TO SAY that Eddie had developed a bit of a soft spot ( a massive crush ) for Chrissy Cunningham, but despite the glaringness that he felt towards his own affections, he still outwardly denied the claim whenever someone would bring it up—namely the annoying ducklings in the Hellfire club. They liked to quack a lot, always catching and pointing out each time that he would smile around her unnecessarily, or when his cheeks would turn red during their conversations. His denial of his feelings was only for the sake of his own sanity, however, because admitting that he was actively falling for what could only be defined as a DEAD END only made his heart sink. Jason Carver was still standing between them, and he couldn’t see that changing anytime soon … least of all for eddie THE FREAK munson.

          The way that Chrissy had caught herself before she’d rambled off more questions brought an even wider smile to Eddie’s face, although he’d done his best to stop it from growing by pursing his lips. Despite his feeble efforts, a soft chuckle slipped out from between them anyways, his grin once again reaching his dark eyes. Her apology was nothing short of endearing, as was the way in which she’d so sweetly delivered it.

          Eddie watched her, chocolate eyes shifting their gaze towards her fingers and her polished nails as they traced along the car door and eventually settled on the handle of it. It seemed as though he was always absent-mindedly studying her … The way she moved, the way she talked, the way her nose crinkled a little when he said something goofy to make her giggle, the way she stopped looking down at her feet whenever she was finally at ease in his company … He wasn’t sure when he’d started noticing so many little details, or when he’d started caring so fucking much about them, but he knew unequivocally that he couldn’t make himself stop. Whether she was building him up with the innocent batting of her eyelashes or tearing him down by holding another boy’s hand, he was beginning to fear that he might be perpetually doomed to be patching self-inflicted wounds for the rest of his life. It wasn’t like he could walk away after everything they’d been through together … they were in too deep now.

          Eddie’s smile softened some, but only because the shift in the tone of Chrissy’s voice and the words that she spoke tugged on his heart strings in a different way; in a way that made his own flutter and melt in the hollow of his chest. She was speaking to him as though he didn’t owe her just as much gratitude for all of the late nights and the comforting conversations that they’d shared, but the verbal expression of her gratefulness was met with warm welcome nonetheless.

          The note of a soft chuckle was carried out on the wave of an even softer hum, his gaze averting once again, continually defaulting to the keychains that dangled in the ignition. ❝ it’s, uh, it’s all good, ❞ he answered her, the accent of laughter carried out in the inflection of his coy response. ❝ i wasn’t too attached to my shitty sleeping schedule anyways, SO … ❞ He tilted his head in her direction. ❝ don’t mention it. ❞ The modest shrug of both of his shoulders was accompanied by the forward-lean of his body as he found her face once again in a search for her doe-eyed gaze, the smile growing at the corners of his mouth.

          For a moment, Eddie was quiet, the sweet smile on his face never wavering. It wasn’t long before he broke the brief silence with a soft tone and an expression that looked akin to a puppy dog, however. ❝ not that you haven’t humored me enough by, y’know … like, showing up here with me in the first place, ❞ he laughed, making an open-palmed gesture at the surrounding, bustling parking lot. ❝—but, chrissy … ❞ He pauses, deliberately drawing out the question. ❝ —do you think you could do me a solid and humor me just ONE MORE TIME? ❞ He quirked a brow, raising one ring-adorned index finger.

♡ ┈┈ ꔫ ┈┈ ♛ → THE DESTINY OF SHOWING UP here wasn’t by means of humoring Eddie, she thought, though she wouldn’t speak up about it, afraid of how he might take such news. Whether he’d be delighted to know this or feel inclined to inquire further, only to understand that her reasoning was out of fear of another attack on her, she felt the sensation of guilt grip her chest. Judas Priest might not exist as her cup of tea or she could find the musical talent of it granting her a new doorway into the unknown world of something she had only heard blasted out of cars in parking lots near the school or from the memories of Corroded Coffin’s stage performance. To stand here and deny Eddie this chance to introduce her to his music would be disgusting of her, so she’d sit here and open the passage way to the unholy church of this talent.

       Trepidation pauses her response, however, fingertips tracing lines over her skirt, humming in thought. What would he have her do? Wear white makeup and black eyeliner like the members of Kiss? Put on something less conspicuous so when she stepped out of this car, it wasn’t so obvious that she was some kind of prep born into a high school gymnasium? Try to learn some of the lyrics to Judas Priest for an easier time understanding the music and to sing along with him during the performance? Whatever Chrissy was to these people would be deemed as a pretty little liar, their sneers at her stupidity over their favorite music taste would permeate her and she did fear, slightly, the idea of embarrassing Eddie in front of his peers, his group of people, his place in society that he longed to show her a piece of – no, she wouldn’t care what his idea was.

      ❝ Music saved my life, Eddie, ❞ she’d gently remind him, lips creaking underneath the stress of the reminder. Some used this as a metaphor for being pulled from a dark time in their existence, but for Chrissy? The meaning went literal. Gentle gaze fluttered shut, open, shut, trying to piece together how to continue her thoughts thoroughly ; she still felt that anxiety over embarrassing him, yet she wanted to assure him that his ideas wouldn’t be anything equal to a burden – or maybe she did this for herself since she thought this way often when requesting something?

       Lithe fingers reached for his raised finger, poking it with her own index. What did that do exactly? Nothing but it felt right in the moment. ❝ I’m defiantly not, like, indulging you since you saved me, too ; if it wasn’t for you and your home and your radio… ❞ She wouldn’t have woken up in the first place. ❝ I would have been all alone and…and… ❞ Trailing off, her finger would slowly disembark from its point of contact and fall to her side. They both knew the answer ; they were both aware of whatever that thing was that she told him about, it was hungry for a life – she was certain that the Devil (as she saw it) would return one day – and hers had been spared by the very PERSON that society tried to place the blame on: a metal loving, rock-and-roll indulging, DND playing, and alternative guy who, deep down, wasn’t anything like they thought.

        Compared to the images that society placed on the screen of a devil worshipper who sacrificed girls for eternal youth and power, Eddie didn’t live up to that at all. Kind, thoughtful, and interested in her and her problems – as if she were a human being who needed a support system… Eddie Munson was, and always must have been, a soul whose judgment was passed on too quickly. If only she could inform others of what they were misinterpreting about him…but for now, she finally pushed through her hesitation to perk up, cherry lips plucking away the insecurity and nervousness to shove aside the downer of a conversation topic she’d plunged them into the crowd of.

      ❝ The point is: I’d be happy to do whatever it is you need me to! ❞ Truthfully, she hoped it wasn’t some ploy to have her do something embarrassing, but he seemed more a gentleman than anyone in the school had given him credit for. It felt like the whole world was against him, yet he wasn’t bothered by it – he wasn’t…upset at her or her people who weren’t initially antagonistic toward him. ❝ I can do it! ❞ Her confidence is bolstered by her fingers reaching up, pulling on her ponytail to tighten it, like a warrior headed into battle – or, in her case, a cheerleader headed out on to the gym floor to scream her little heart out. Chrissy Cunningham was ready!

[caandlelit]

dabihawks au

where dabi is an english lit professor who goes to get his car fixed and he instantly falls in love because the mechanic is broad and tan and his forearm is covered in grease as he pushes back his tousled blonde hair

meanwhile hawks is asking miruko if he can fill in for her for another few days because 'yes i dont know what a wretch is but professor touya todoroki is wretchedly HOT'

miruko, deadpan: it’s pronounced wrench.

dabi is making up excuses to bring his shitty car to the garage and hawks, hot tan biceps, his name is hawks and he’s always fiddling with stuff under cars and making oil stained tank tops look sexy and somehow his eyeliner is always flawless what is up with that.

and hawks is struggling. because he doesnt know anything about cars he doesnt even own a car he’s a fitness model or something hilarious like that. 

he filled in for his friend miruko once and fell in love with tall lanky longlegged professor dabi ... just his rotten luck ...

day 26

hawks: hey you’re back what is it this time (bats eyelashes)

dabi, flushing slightly: hey.. so my . uh . my tire broke idk how to like. replace it . lol

(sweating bc he thinks hawks wont fall for that its too dumb) 

hawks, squatted, rubbing his chin thoughtfully: hmmmm ......... this ones tricky (didn’t know tires could ‘break’)

dabi: (sighs in relief and signals a thumbs up to the amused receptionist. he fell for it!)

so yeah. dabihawks stupid as fuck

[angeloncewas]

Okay sorry to drag the dead meme but I said I would do it and I know I'm late but I had so much fun I might as well post

I present to you: The Electric Chair Scene

-

Well, Penisunavailable thinks to himself, we're in a pickle now.

If you were to ask any of the bystanders, the people who've been on this journey alongside them - Turbothruster (poor guy, lost in the mines), or even Cumlord (that pretentious prick) - they'd probably say it started with the Bat Incident.

Which is fair, Penis can't deny that it was important, but they only ever saw part of the story.

In reality, it started way earlier than that. The first time Penis looked into Shitty's beautiful brown eyes, it was over. There's no universe where it didn’t end up like this. Especially after Balls' death.

That doesn’t make it any easier.

“Shittyfartbaby69!" Something in Penis breaks as he calls out the full name of the man he once loved. "I thought I could trust you!"

Shitty's hands - the hands Penis used to hold - are gripped around a lever by the door. There's no label on it, no indicator of what it controls, but what's happening is pretty clear.

"That was your mistake, Penisunavailable." Shitty's tone is mocking and cruel, nothing like how he used to sound, and it pins Penis to the chair more firmly than the leather straps wound around his arms.

Fixed in an open, outstretched pose, like the letter T; Penis can feel himself getting tired already, exhausted from the stress of what's coming.

Penis scrambles for one last straw of safety, some light at the end of the tunnel. Shitty's gaze bores into the side of his head and he feels a pang as he remembers that, once upon a time, Shitty would’ve been the one to save him.

Who now? Not Gargle - he would, but he's in his skeleton pit, too far to do anything - not Admiral - she hasn't liked him ever since he chewed up the headrest of her car.

He's so close to coming up empty and giving in when he remembers a favor, a flutter of eyelashes and a sweet smile.

Milfboss.

He strains against the electric chair's grip on him, shouting as loud as he can so that maybe, just maybe, she'll be able to hear him from her cat-shaped mansion in A'zowjeb.

"Milfboss! Milfboss!"

Shitty laughs, that puff-wheeze thing Penis used to think was endearing. "You don't have to yell."

Penis has no idea what's going on and is just about to ask when Milfboss herself sweeps into the room.

It's disorienting - her red dress screams in the lighting and her expression is pitying - but it all comes together when she grips Shitty's forearm.

"It's over Peen." Milf sounds just as sweet as the day they met. "This is the way it had to go."

Penis wonders if he’s imagining the faint grimace that flickers across Shitty's face at her words, but it’s gone before he can think too hard about it and his ability to think at all follows suit.

He catches a glimpse of blue bracelet on Shitty's wrist, peeking through his lab coat, and then the world goes black.

[slashscowboyboots]

The Stars Are a Part Of Us: The Brains Of This Outfit

This my “Almost Famous” inspired groupie fic, with appearances by @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands (Celestia/Alessia), @sexcoffeeandrockandroll (Absinthe/Amy) and @no-stone-no-bone (Velvet), plus yours truly as Karen.  This is a pretty dark fic, with VERY mature themes and smut.  Cross-posted on AO3

Tag list @izzysdenimjacket ​ @no-stone-no-bone ​ @sexcoffeeandrockandroll @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands ​ @smokeandmirrorz ​ @sodalitefully ​ @roger-taylors-car ​ @lost-in-the-80s @whisperess33 ​ @shawolat​ ​@80snikki @rumoured-whispers

Warnings: Underage sex, drug use, drinking, implied violence.  18+ ONLY

1987

This must be her.

Izzy sat up straighter, watching as a short blonde shuffled toward the back of the bus, a huge bag on her shoulder and carrying a pillow in her arms.  She didn’t notice him sitting in the next to the last seat, and she flopped down on the one behind him, setting down her pillow and leaning against it, then rifling through her purse till she found a book.

Bella Donna. The most beautiful one of all.  She certainly was pretty, he thought, with her long blonde waves and huge blue eyes.  She dressed like Stevie Nicks’ runaway progeny too, all ruffles and lace and faded jeans, although instead of Stevie’s platforms she wore a pair of snakeskin cowboy boots.  

I’ve never seen a groupie play hard to get, he chuckled to himself.  She must be something else.  Watching her turn a page, he noticed her full lips pursing as she read the text.  He couldn’t make out what the title was, but he could see a long-haired bare-chested hunk and a bosomy babe spilling out of her bodice in a passionate clinch on the cover.  

Oh, shit, she’s reading romance novels.  Probably wants me to seduce her.

 Izzy didn’t think he was quite up to that.  

87 had been rough on him so far.  Getting busted on a possessions charge (thankfully, it hadn’t included a “with an intent to sell,” although that had been exactly his intention), sentenced to rehab and now on probation, with orders he continue to be piss tested on the road.

It was a miracle he was allowed to leave the country, but his lawyer (who was far too good to be in his pay scale, Izzy noted) argued that his client’s ability to earn a living shouldn’t be hampered by his arrest.  (The fact that his paying profession had led to his arrest wasn’t lost on him either.)  To his amazement, the judge had agreed, and Geffen, desperate to recoup their investment and make a little scratch before the band killed themselves, sent them with The Cult on a tour of Canadian hockey rinks.  Woo hoo.  

Just before the tour started, he and Niv were approached in a shitty dive by a curvy brunette introducing herself as Absinthe and claiming she was one of the Road Wives.  

“Heard of us?” she asked, coyly batting her eyelashes.

Izzy took a sip from his Coke and nodded.  Yes, he’d heard of all of them.  The Flying Garter Girls, the GTO’s, the Road Wives.  All conglomerates of groupies who traveled with bands and made life on the road even more colorful and chaotic.

“Of course you have.  It’s an honor to travel with the Wives.”

Izzy rolled his eyes and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke from his nose.  “And you’ve selected us, I suppose.”

Absinthe smiled, the contrast of her crimson pout with her white teeth and skin visible even in the dim light.  “We have.  Our leader Velvet has chosen Axl as her traveling companion.” 

Niven smirked, and Izzy raised his eyebrows.  “Has this already been decided?” he said quietly.

Those red lips formed a tight line.  “No.  Axl said to take this up with you.  ‘Izzy has the final word,’ he said.”

He took another drag, and she leaped at the opportunity to speak.  “There’s uhh, four of us, and Celestia has picked Slash, and I,” she smiled, and Izzy swore he saw devil horns poke out of her dark hair, “I settle down with no man, but I’ve spent time with your drummer and won’t mind repeating that experience.”

He flicked his ash from his cigarette, bored disinterest on his unsmiling face.  “And Duff is married.”

She swallowed, then nodded.  “Yes, Duff is engaged, and has cordially informed us he will not require our services.  Shame, there’s a tree I’d like to climb again and again.”

Izzy lit a new cigarette with the end of the first one and ground the butt out, then leaned forward on the table and said, “Shame, because I say no to the whole shooting match.”

The whites of her black-lined eyes became enormous.  “Wait, you haven’t heard who’s with you.”

“I don’t care who’s with me,” he said, in a quiet but firm voice.  “I’m on fucking probation and I don’t need any more headaches.  And I damn sure don’t need four chicks we have to babysit.”

“Hear her out,” Niven snickered.  “I gotta hear about the whore that wants you.”

Absinthe licked the front of her teeth.  “Bella Donna.  The most beautiful one of all,” she said softly.

Izzy shook his head.  “Nope.  I’m not traveling with anyone fucked up or underage.”

“She’s 21.  And she blows a gasket over drugs.”

Niven elbowed Izzy.  “She sounds right up your alley, mate.”

Izzy shifted in his seat, rolling the end of his cigarette in the ashtray as he chewed the inside of his cheek.  

“She and I went to school together, and we’re older than the other girls.  We keep them in line.  They will not cause you any problems on the road.  You have my word.”

Izzy slid his eyes to Alan, who shrugged.  “Canada’s cold, Izz.”

Absinthe smiled.  

He still wasn’t convinced.  “She doesn’t use?  Cause I’ve never heard of a groupie who didn’t.”

She shook her head.  “Reads us the riot act if we do.  She smokes weed every now and then, but I don’t even think she’s done that in the last six months.”  She batted her eyes, sensing his interest.  “Drinks the occasional beer, but she’s normally our DD.”

Izzy sighed, then downed the last of his Coke.  “All right.  One fuckup, and I don’t care what it is, if one of you broads even breaks a nail, your asses are heading home.  Put that in the tour budget Niv, four bus tickets back to LA if any of them get the hiccups.”  He stood up.  “I’m not joking.”

No, a seduction was not something he was up to.  Maybe a quick fuck when the bus got dark, if she loosened up a little.  Normally, groupies sucked you off as a way of saying hello, but this one had tromped on past him and buried her nose in a book.

Honey, is that any way to welcome your man?

He leaned over the bus seat, carefully studying her.  She wore a moonstone ring on one hand, a crystal ball set in a pair of hands ring on the other one, and gigantic sparkly hoop earrings.  He didn’t especially understand this Stevie Nicks fixation, but if memory served, she’d fucked her way through Fleetwood Mac and the Eagles, so as long as Rhiannon here didn’t wear a chastity belt, it was fine by him.

He tilted his head and asked, “Aren’t you going to say hi?”

Her eyes darted up from her page, then back down.  “Hi.”

He had another great view of the top of her head.  “Is this any way to act?”

She turned a page, her eyes not leaving her book.  “I wasn’t aware I was a bother.”

Since Izzy’s arrest, patience was not something he had large reserves of.  “Are you really going to do this?” he snapped.

Her eyes met his then, and he had a second to register how long her eyelashes were before he realized how irritated she was.  “Do WHAT, may I ask?” she growled, her voice hard.

Izzy was thrown, but he shrugged it off.  Maybe this is foreplay to her.  “Why aren’t you in my lap right now?  Daddy’s had a rough day.”

She went completely, utterly still, then asked, “What?”

A little voice in his head (something he heard much more frequently now that he was sober) told him something was off, but he blurted, “You’re my whore and I shouldn’t have to beg you to blow me.”

He watched her cheeks flush, then the sides of her neck, and he belatedly realized that this was someone you didn’t piss off.  To his relief, she didn’t reach into her purse, but instead slammed her book shut and gritted, “Who told you I was your whore?”

“Well, I see you two have met,” Absinthe said, smiling as she sat down next to her.

“She did,” Izzy said, tipping his chin up, not taking his eyes off the blonde.

“Amy Louise, do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?”  She glanced up at Izzy.  “Are you telling people I’m ‘Bella Donna the wonder groupie’ again?”  Closing her eyes, she muttered, “Because you know how much I hate that.”

“Ahh,” Absinthe answered, “well, possibly.   But you really should get to know Izzy.”

Her eyes darted back to him.  “I’m good,” she snapped.  “I think I know all I need to know.”

“What’s the hell’s that supposed to mean?” he growled.

“It means what you think it means.”  She turned to Absinthe.  “You are going to stop calling me ‘Bella Donna’ or I am going to make you stop.  You got that?”

“Yes.”  Shoulders slumping, Absinthe stood up and walked back to the front of the bus.

Izzy watched as the blonde laid her forehead on her palm, then reached into her bag and lit a cigarette with trembling hands.  She looked up at him.  “Did you get that, Hoss?” she said in a tired voice.  “I’m not ‘Bella Donna,’ and I’m definitely not your whore.”

He nodded, then a small voice said, “Sissy?  Is that my Sissy?” A younger girl with brown hair sat down next to her, and she immediately hugged her, then laid her head on her shoulder.

“I love you, Sis,” the younger girl said.

“I love you, too, Celly Belly.”

“Who’s that?”

“That’s Izzy.”

“Hi, Izzy, I’m Celestia.”

“Hi.”

“Izzy, this is my sister, Karen.”

“We’ve met,” Karen said icily.

“Why don’t you like him?  He’s cute.”

Karen looked at her sister in horror.  “He’s a drug dealer.”

“Former,” Izzy said.

“And a junkie.”

“Also former.”

“He has a girlfriend.”

“Nope, she left me when I went to rehab.  For another guitarist with better drugs.”

“He’s cute.  You should bang him.”

“Celestia.  That’s not why you sleep with people.”

“Yes, it is,” Celestia and Izzy said in unison.

Karen rolled her eyes.  “That’s not why I sleep with people.”

“Have you talked to Steve?” Celestia asked.

Karen breathed out a sigh.  “No, not since he took up with that model.  Catriona.”

“Steve is an idiot,” Celestia said, lighting up a cigarette.  “I heard their record is multi platinum.”

“Yeah, they brought Mutt back.”  Karen said.  “When you sell that many records, that’s when the models show up.”

“Yeah.”  Celestia blew out a plume of smoke.  “Did you bring your hat?”

Karen crossed her arms and slumped in her seat.  “Yeah.”

 “Yay!”  Celestia squeezed her.  “ I know you don’t want to be ‘Bella Donna’ anymore, but I love it when you are.”  She looked up at Izzy, who was still watching them.  “I bet he could make you forget Steve.”

“I’m good.”  Karen tightened her arms and scowled.

“Sissy, please be nice to Izzy.”

“Why?”

“Because I really like Slash.  And Izzy will make us go home if we don’t behave.”

Karen looked at Izzy, then Celestia.  “You really want to stay?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Celestia?” a voice called.  “Baby, where are you?”

Celestia said, “I gotta go.  I love you, Sis.”

“Here,” Karen said, reaching into her bag and pulling out a handful of condoms.  “Don’t fuck him without one.  I don’t want any more doctor’s visits.”

Celestia tucked them inside her waistband of her microshorts, then kissed Karen’s cheek.  “I’m not going to get in trouble again, I promise.”  As she stood up, she smiled at Izzy, then squealed, “Slashy!”

Izzy lit a cigarette and smirked at Karen.  “Well, that was just absolutely fucking touching, but you twats are hitting the pavement the first stop we make.”

“No, we’re not.”

“Oh, yes, you are.”

Karen narrowed her eyes.  “That girl is 16.  Velvet is 17.  And you’re planning to take them into another country to have sex with them, which the last time I looked was a criminal act.”

“Not if we dump your asses out before we hit the border.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Well, you’re not.  I’m on probation and I don’t need this bullshit.”

“Yes, let’s talk about that.  You do realize any of these girls, myself included, though I wouldn’t, can at any time say, ‘He raped me?’   ‘He hit me?’  Now for anyone else in this band, that would be any given Tuesday, but for you?  You have a lot more to lose.”

Izzy’s eyes widened.  

“I mean, Absinthe told you I was your whore, and obviously that’s not true.  We’re liable to say just anything.”

He shifted in his seat, feeling a chill run down his back.

“Where are we stopping anyway?  McDonald’s?  There’s always a cop there with nothing to do.  Maybe he’ll have time for a damsel in distress.”

Izzy swallowed.  “What do you want?” he gritted, knowing she had the upper hand.

“You can show us ‘twats’ a little respect, for starters.”

“That’s rich, coming from you,” he spat.  “Your ass is chapped because I was a dealer.”

“Hoss, don’t make me play my ace.  Cause I have four of them, and I ain’t on probation.”

He ground his molars together.  “What else?”

“We stay, and you provide us with basic human necessities.  A place to sleep, food, and shelter.”

“And?”

“Take us backstage.”

“That’s a given.”

She shrugged.

“Then what?”

“Then your band runs around with empty balls and everyone is happy happy happy.  ‘Cept you, you’re on your own with that.”  She crossed her arms.  “And I make sure no one is a headache.  You’ll never know we’re here.”

“Can I believe you?”

She directly met his gaze.  “Yes.”

“How do I know that?”

“I’m not a liar.  I’ve been honest about everything so far.”

Why didn’t I meet you first?  It would’ve saved a shitload of time.  “Why are you here?” he snapped.

“Because your band has a body count, Stradlin.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Todd Crew.  Slash shot him up, did he not?”

Izzy took a deep breath.  “He says he didn’t.”

“Do you believe that?”

“What I believe is none of your fucking business.”

“I heard he did, and Todd died in his arms.”

Izzy lit a cigarette and looked away.  “We, ah, we were all gutted when he died.”

“Well, my baby sister is sleeping with Slash, and I want to make sure that is an isolated incident.”

Izzy took a drag.  “It is.  None of us are on smack anymore.  Slash just drinks now, and I can’t do fucking anything.”

Karen met his eyes.  “You’ll forgive me if I’m not entirely swayed by your testimony.”

He shrugged.  Even though she was judgmental and unforgiving, he could see where she was coming from.  If he had a sister, he’d shit himself if she took up with Slash.  Or any of them.

She must be the brains of this outfit.  She hates us all.

Karen shot him one final filthy look, then dug a Walkman out of her purse and closed her eyes, resolutely shutting him out.

Izzy sighed, then his eyes landed a few seats ahead of him.  Duff had pledged undying fidelity to his fiancee and planned on recreationally drinking instead of fucking, and had already passed out cold, snoring loudly against the window.

I don’t have that option, Izzy bitterly thought.  It wasn’t even that he wanted to drink or raise hell anymore.  His rehab stint had opened his eyes to how close he’d skated to the edge, and just when he felt like he’d finally made it back to the land of the living, Todd had fallen into the abyss.

There’d also been the unspoken question, Is Slash going to be charged with murder?  The band had closed ranks and called all the lawyers, and in the end, no one was indicted.  Guns was already on thin ice for Axl and Slash’s separate arrests for statutory rape, and Izzy’s incarceration was the final straw.  The brass at Geffen was adamant: One more strike, boys, and your asses are done.

He titled his chin up and blew out a plume of smoke.  He hadn’t had many plans for this tour, but he had expected to spend it in the arms of a submissive woman.  Sex hadn’t been forbidden by the terms of his probation, not yet anyway, and he’d been, well, enchanted by the idea of a babe who didn’t get fucked up and yet was enthusiastic to do his bidding in the sack.  He could slap himself now for believing such a creature even existed.

He stole a glance at Karen, whose head had slumped forward.  Even in her sleep, she looked weary, beautiful but worn out.  He realized now, if Absinthe’s description was right, she was just a nice girl looking after her sister, and Celestia’s taste in men must be exhausting if Slash was any indication.  Izzy felt his ears growing hot as he thought about how aggressively he’d approached her, even though he’d been promised she was a sure thing.  Demanding she immediately hop on his dick wasn’t what he considered finesse.

Fuck, how am I going to get laid now?  That thought was punctuated by a hushed moan from Slash, and Izzy wanted to pound his head against the seat in front of him.  He’d just have to hope that somehow Canadian groupies were very willing yet went to church frequently.

Damn, woman, you’re sure you won’t change your mind about me?  I can be romantic if you want me to.

Can’t do much about me being a dealer though.  That ship already sailed.

He heard Karen stirring behind him, and turned to watch her stretch out and cover herself with a blanket.  Since he expected to be wrapped in her arms, Izzy had packed away his own covers, so he buttoned his denim jacket and crossed his arms, sleep mercifully arriving quickly.

[holylulusworld]

King of my heart

Summary: Poor boy meets rich girl. They fall in love; the rest is a case of hide and seek.

Paring: Young!Dean x Reader, Teen!Dean x Reader, Mechanic!Dean x Reader

Characters: John Winchester, Ofc

Warnings: angst, shitty parents, love-struck Dean, teenage love, mentions of oral sex, fluff, rich/poor trope, secret relationship, making-out, romance, loss of virginity, protected sex, light smut, mentions of sexual harassment/groping (not Dean)

A/N: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘King of my heart’. Lyrics are taken from the song.

Age of 10

The boy looks around the large entrance hall of your home, nosily listening to anything his father discusses with a man wearing a suit costing more than his parents’ house. “The boy can help to water the plants, but he must stay away from my daughter.”

“Yes, Sir,” John grits out, giving your father an obedient nod, hating himself for it. “Dean can help me water the plants and mow the lawn, Sir.”

“Good. I will be out for a meeting until six. I want the garden don till then or you won’t get paid,” turning on his heels, your father sneers at the boy watching him with wide eyes. “Remember, he stays away from my princess.”

“Yes, Sir,” John rolls his eyes, watching your father walk out of the house. “Phew, we better get started, Dean. Do not forget,” John looks down at his son, a serious expression on his face. “No talking to the girl, okay.”

“Why should I talk to her?” Dean mutters, not liking girls at all.

“That is not the answer I want to her, son. STAY AWAY FROM THE GIRL,” John speaks louder, and you sneak out of the kitchen to watch the foreign man scold a boy. Whilst you watch the man walk toward the backyard the boy turns around, grinning at you.

“Hi,” you wave at him, stepping closer as he tries to ignore you. “I am Y/N, what’s your name?” Dean learned it is impolite to not tell someone his name after they introduced themselves, so he steps closer, holding out his hand. 

“Dean, I will water your plants.” You fiddle with your dress, looking up at the taller boy with green eyes which seem to sparkle. 

“You’re tall and cute,” you giggle, stepping closer to peck his cheek. “I got a cactus in my room, you can water it too and we can play later.”

“Sorry, your dad doesn’t want me to talk to you, sweetheart,” you gasp, liking the nickname he gave you. “I got to help my dad.”

“You know, I can watch. Dad can’t get mad at you if I follow you to the backyard with my cactus.” Dean nods, giving you a soft smile when you peck his cheek again. His cheeks heat up, slowly turning red. 

“Dean, what takes you so long?” John barks at his son, making your new friend flinch. “Come on, hurry. We do not get paid if we can’t finish work till six.”

You watch the man mow the lawn, giving orders to Dean now and then. The man didn’t dare to talk to you or order you around as he does with his son, but you could see he didn’t like you followed Dean outside.

“She said I must water her cactus, Sir. What should I do? It’s the boss’s daughter, dad,” John nods, watching you swoon for his son. “I’ll water it and we are done.”

“Son, she’s nice but still the daughter of the most influential man in town. We cannot lose the job, okay. The garage, I just bought it. I need money to buy more tools,” John squeezes his sons’ shoulder, sighing deeply at the looks you give his eldest son. “Do not get yourself into trouble, Dean.”

“Thank you, Dean. My cactus looks so much better now,” you squeal, following John with your eyes when he walks toward the tool shed. “Will you come back soon?”

Dean nods, giving you a smirk as he leans closer to peck your lips. It is the first time a boy did something like this. You giggle before you step closer to press your lips to Deans, catching him by surprise.

“Now you are my prince,” running off, the cactus still in your arms you swoon.

You kissed a boy for the first time, and it felt great.

Age of 14

“Daddy, I hate school. All the other girls are mean,” you whine, watching your father grab his jacket. “Can’t you talk to the teacher? I want to change my classes.”

“Y/N, we don’t always get what we want,” patting your head your father sighs before he barks orders at Dean who wants to take care of the lawn. “You better make your work worth my money, boy. Do not forget the roses and I dare you to even look at my princess.” Your father is gone before you can tell him about the mean things the girls said.

“Yes, Sir,” Dean mutters under his breath when you walk out of the house to watch him fight with the lawnmower. “Your father is an idjit.”

“He’s still my dad, but you are not wrong, Dean,” you watch Dean take his jacket off, biting your lip as he looks at you with those piercing green eyes. “Haven’t seen you for a while. My father sent me to a new school.”

“I’ll work during summer holidays to make some money,” explaining he wants to help his dad Dean smirks when you step closer to look up at him.

“You grew even more,” you sigh, liking you must look up at Dean. “The girls at school, they all have a boyfriend and made fun of me. I don’t have one.”

“No boyfriend…huh?” Dean turns his attention toward you, the lawnmower is long forgotten when he cups your cheek, glancing at your lips. You feel your heart race when he presses his lips to yours, tasting your cherry lipstick. “I can be your secret boyfriend, sweetheart.”

Your heart swells and you whimper, nodding eagerly when Dean kisses you again. “I can help you with your work. How about I water the plants and cut the roses? We can spend more time together before my dad comes home that way.”

“Deal, sweetheart.”

Dean and you spend the afternoon watching movies, eating snacks, and cursing your father for being, as Dean would name him, a ‘son of a bitch with a stick in his ass’.

It was the best day of your life until your father caught you and Dean.

“He will never get close to you again,” dragging Dean out of your room your father glares at the young boy. “I told him to stay away from you.”

“He helped me with my homework, dad. I am bad at mathematics and Dean offered his help. It was my fault, daddy.” You sniffle, giving your father your best puppy dog eyes. “Dean, he refused to go to my room, but it was too hot outside and I felt dizzy. Please, it was not his fault. He needs the job, daddy. Please…”

“Fine. If you say it was not his fault, I believe you, princess,” you nod, hoping your father will not see through your lie. “He’ll never enter your room again or his job is gone.”

Age of 16

Dean watches you walk out of the house, ignoring him completely. Your secret friendship or rather a relationship did not last for long. Sooner or later it was doomed to end as you went to a private school for girls and Dean, well he met a lot of girls at his school.

“You look pretty, sweetheart,” he husks, voice deeper now, manly. You ignore his words, try to concentrate on your homework. “Homework during summer holidays again, Y/N? You should go out and have some fun. You’re sixteen now.”

“Unlike you, I got better things to do than hanging out with girls,” you spat, ignoring he steps closer to look at you. He tries to catch your attention, standing behind you to sniff at your hair. “Apple shampoo, my favorite.”

“What do you want Dean? I think you have enough girls giving you attention, you do not need me,” your voice cracks when you turn to walk back into the house.

“Your father, he threatened John to ruin his business if I ever dare to get close to you again. I think he saw us. Your father saw me kissing you goodbye, Y/N. Don’t ask me what John did after he almost lost his business due to my, as he calls it, hormonal nonsense.” Dean huffs, running his fingers through his hair. 

“He threatened your father?” Turning around you meet Dean’s eyes for the first time in over a year. “Is that true, Dean?”

“I swear, cross my heart,” Dean mumbles. “I wanted to call you, but dad wouldn’t let me, sweetheart. I never forgot about you. I don’t know why your father allowed me to work this summer again.”

“Oh, I see,” you look up at Dean, batting your eyelashes. “I’ve missed…” His lips are on yours before you can end your line. “Missed you, Dean.”

“I’ve missed you too, Y/N. You’ve got no clue how hard it was not to kiss your lips,” he’s slipping his tongue inside, moaning when you wrap your arms around his neck. “You taste like cherries, sweetheart.”

Dean grins when you tell him you bought the cherry lipstick only for him…

Age of 18

“Son of a bitch, Y/N,” Dean groans, eagerly licking into your mouth whilst you grind against the growing bulge in his pants. “If you don’t stop, I’ll rip this goody in two shoes girls’ school uniform off your body and mark you.”

“You would do so, wouldn’t you?” You cup the back of his head, pressing his lips to yours. “Daddy is out of town, Dean.”

“You’re such a bad girl,” you whimper feeling Dean’s hand creep toward your panties. “Didn’t you get enough last time? Was my tongue not enough for you, sweetheart?”

“No, I want you, Dean,” his fingers graze your clit, letting another spark feed the fire he lit weeks ago. “I got condoms.”

“Jesus, sweetheart. If you keep on talking like that, I’ll take you right here in the backseat of my car.” You grin, grinding against his fingers in an attempt to urge Dean on. “I want it to be special, Y/N. I will not take your virginity in the backseat of a car.”

“I want you D’, please,” whining you tug at his hair, kissing him fiercely. “I need to feel your cock inside of me, Dean. Make me yours, please.”

“Oh-heaven help me with that girl…”

“Daddy is not around to stop me,” Dean growls, teasingly running the tip up and down your folds. “I bet he would kill me for touching his naughty princess.”

“Dean, please,” you grasp for his shoulders, nails biting into the muscles he grew. “I need you,” his lips press against yours the moment he carefully slips the first inches into you. There is a slight burn, the good kind of burn, when you feel your walls spread out for Dean.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart. God, I can’t believe I am your first,” you peck his lips, watching Dean pant on top of you, a smile on his face. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Dean.”

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, I've been waiting, waiting

Ooh whoa, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are the one, I have been waiting, waiting

Body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once

Dean slowly rolls his hips, afraid to hurt you he looks worriedly at you before he presses his knees into the mattress and his forearms into the pillow. For a moment he just watches your face, the way your lips part with every gentle thrust, and enjoys the little gasps escaping your throat.

“Love you so much, Y/N,” you cry out, grasping for his biceps when he speeds up. “Never wanted anyone else to be my first.”

“Same, my king,” Dean smiles, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I thought I am your prince.”

“No, you’re my king now…”

Age of 21

“I don’t care what you will do! Keep your money, your house, and expensive clothes,” you cry, holding the necklace Dean bought to your birthday close to your heart. “I love Dean Winchester and you can’t do anything against it! If you threaten his family or him, we are done!”

“Don’t be silly, princess. Dean Winchester is just another heartbreaker who wants to use you and your nativity to make fast money,” your father spats, looking at the, to him, worthless necklace. “Everything he ever said to is a lie, fake, just like the necklace.”

“You don’t know anything about Dean or me. I love him, he loves me and if you can’t accept we are a pair, I’ll move out,” you turn on your heels to storm toward your room, ready to pack your things.

“What about your dreams, your study? Will you give up everything to become the wife of a mechanic? A man who can barely pay his bills,” you nod, ignoring your father’s words. “I will not pay for anything if you leave my house.”

“I don’t care…” You run, not taking anything with you but your jacket and the necklace. “I love him…”

Heartbroken you sit at the bus station, still waiting for Dean to show to run away with you. Hours ago, he told you to not give up your dreams or education for him. While you were ready to give everything up, Dean refused to take away your future from you.

“Princess get into the car. John Winchester called me, told me about the break-up. I am sorry,” your father whispers, seeing the tears run down your face. “It’s better this way.”

“No, it’s not. I hope you and John are happy because you destroyed my love. I hate you, and this will never change. From this day on, you are not my father, just the man I must live with as the man I love gave up on us to not destroy my future…”

Late in the night, the city's asleep

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Change my priorities

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

On the way back to your father’s house you can’t stop crying. Dean, he said that you can never see each other again and it feels like your life is over. “Y/N, he’s not worth your tears. You will find a fine young man one day.”

“Shut up, just shut up and shove your words up to your stiff and rich ass. I hate you and I will do so for the rest of my life. You only see your money, nothing else. A man who got no clue about love wants to tell me how to feel after I lost the man I love due to your mistake,” you look out of the window, ignoring your father’s presence. “I hate you.”

“Not for the rest of your life,” your father mumbles but you are too stubborn to not do so. You swore to yourself, today is the day your father died.

“I will, promised…”

Age of 23

'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars

With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars

Never took me quite where you do

The date your father forced you to attend was a disaster. The guy, a spoiled brat, tried to get into your pants right after you entered his Jaguar.

Whilst you gave him a black eye, he called you a stupid bitch and kicked you out of his car. Stubbornly you refused to call your father only to walk along the street, hating your life once again.

There is a low roar followed by someone calling your name, but you decide to ignore his voice and the black muscle car. “Sweetheart, get inside. It’s cold, starts to rain any minute and it’s past midnight.”

“Why do you care? You wanted me to live my life, that is how it looks like. Fending off spoiled guys who believe they can touch me only as they are breathing,” you spat, walking faster to get away from Dean who parks his car to follow you.

“Y/N, I wanted you to have a chance, to have a better life. I never wanted to lose you, but this was the only way,” lost, Dean stands on the street, watching you run away.

“I love you, sweetheart…”

“How was the date?” Your father asks, watching you walk into the house, soaked from head to toe.

“Great. It started with your best friend's son trying to grope my breasts followed by his try to force himself on me. It was a great idea if you wanted me to get raped. But,” you grin now, dipping your head, “at least it would've been a rich guy doing so – right daddy?”

“Y/N, I never thought he would try something like that, I swear.”

“Sure. All you saw is that his father is rich, not a simple mechanic who tries to make enough money to feed his kids. You’re such an ignorant man. That guy didn't treat me with respect, he saw me as an object, a body he can use. When I refused, he called me a bitch and let me walk.” You huff when your father tries to soothe you. “Dean always treated me with respect. He knew how to…doesn’t matter anymore…”

Age of 26

“I don’t give a shit on your opinion, Sir. My father is gone, the garage is mine. I want my girl and I want her now,” Dean grits out, shoving your father aside to run upstairs. “Y/N? Sweetheart?”

“Dean what the…?” Gasping you watch Dean enter your room, slamming the door shut to pounce on you. “What are you doing here?”

“I got enough money, now. I…I can open a new garage and we can buy a house. I spared every buck I ever made for us, look,” he shows you his bank statement, proudly puffing his chest. “I…I never was with someone else. I only want you, Y/N.”

“What about my dad? What if he destroys your business or future,” you sniffle, gently touching Dean’s cheek. “I can’t let him destroy your life for me.”

“I don’t care, Y/N. I wanna be with you, please,” his arms wrap around you to bring you close to his chest. “I dreamed of having you in my arms again for 5 years. I worked day and night, took three jobs but we can be together now.”

“Together,” you choke out, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I never was with anyone else either. Only you, Dean…”

“Only you, sweetheart…”

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, I've been waiting, waiting

Ooh whoa, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are the one, I have been waiting, waiting

Body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once

Part 2

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@strayrosesbloom

@notyourtypicalrose

@thewinchesterco

@marvelfansworld

@hobby27

@gh0stgurl

@flamencodiva

@jay-and-dean

@voltage-my2dlove

@h-o-l-l-i

@dayasvalkyrie

@wittysunflower

@supernaturalenchanted

@shikshinkwon

@yolobloggers

@hhiggs​

@laxe-from-outer-space​

@ilovefanfic86

@linki-locks11

@eggingamazinglove

@trumpettay

@fandom-imagines1

@thenamelesschibi

@waywardbaby

@straycuties9

@drakelover78

@stuckys-whore

@zxph-yr

@i-love-superhero

@ten-tenya-iida

@deepmuffinspymaker

@katsav17

@heyitscam99

@fandom-princess-forevermore

@neii3n

@exo-nova

@cocklesbelli

@echoesofpassion

@shatteredabby

@deanmonandnegansbitch

@sea040561​

@lemondropirwin​

@lonewolf471​

@wronglanemendes​

@juniorhuntersam​

@helpmeluci​

@goodgodimaweirdperson​

@shadowkat-83​

@alltimesamantha​

@officialmarvelwhore​

@meganywinchester

@miraclesoflove​

@maniacproffesor​

@hollymac79​

@kayla-2000​

@gracefultrenchcoat494​

@babygirls-fav​

@spnwoman​

@amiquette​

@stormchasingchick32​

@geekofmanyforms​

@jessica-marsh09​

@spnficgirl​

@shut-themoonscone​

@thequeenreaders​

@countrygal17a​

@atomicfandombomb​

@kteelou​

@soryuwifeyxx​

@defenderrosetyler​

@shortwinchester​

@maybesomedaygayyyy​

@sixth-seance​

@sabascio​

@that-place-called-middle-earth​

@the-broken-angel-13

@bunnybaby89​

@pandabiiissh​

@maddiedott​

@lilulo-12​

@theoneandonlymelol​

@mblaqgi​

@clawsandshotguns

@justsomedreaming​

@cassiopeia-barrow​

@its-the-timey-wimey-winchesters​

@mscarter213​

@jo-like-josette​

@mep6811​

@prettydeaneyes​

@rvgrsbrns​

@deanwanddamons​

@tearsforhan​

@waywardbabie​

@certaindeanwinchesterforcastiel​

@belovedcherry​

@amandamdiehl​

@emaanjffri​

@sycochick​

@nickyrose3123

@abeautifuldiaster124​

@matsumama​

@rynabarnesrogers-reading​

@homeorbust​

@emoryhemsworth​

@lunaticgurly​

@sofiiamdeansgirl

@xxlikeheavenxx​

@spnbaby-67​

@wonderlandfandomkingdom​

@heartislubbingdubbing​

@kitkatd7​

@doctor-hp-mcu​

@lovefromthewinchesters​

@coffeebooksandfandom​

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Dean/Jensen Forever Tags   

@spnfamily-j2

@supernatural-bellawinchester​

@negans-lucille-tblr​

@deans-baby-momma​

@thefaithfulwriter​

@squirrelnotsam​

@roonyxx​

@underthewrap​

@deansgirl-1968​

@spn-dean-and-sam-winchester​

@butifulsoul125​

@lyinginthegingerlocks​

@neen-illustrates​

@janicho88​

@woodworthti666​

@thevelvetseries​

@dreaminemz​

@akshi8278​

@midnightsilver16830​

@mrspeacem1nusone​

@ria132love​

@caligraphee​

@the-witch-in-silence​

@justanotherwinchester​

@multisuperfandom​

@jason-todd-squad​

@jadesupernatural​

@psychicforest​

@luciathewinchestergirl​

@magssteenkamp​

@palefiregiver

@tranquility-or-chaos​

@jxackles​

@michellemxndes​

@addictedtofictionalcharacters​

@gabifernandessn​

 @waywardrose13​

@team-free-will-you-idjiot​

@myopiamystical​

@rintheemolion​

@isthatabutterfly

@bluecornflowers​

@rosalynshields​

A/N: If your name is crossed out Tumblr won’t let me tag you.