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BABY WILL SOLACE FOR THE SOUL!!!!! more under the cut. lore dump in the tags. be warned u may cri. enjoy :D
my boi loves bugs <3
first day on the field! pre flip flop era will wore cowboy boots like the texan he is
will "my hair glows when i sing" solace. i tried XD
#baby will solace#my baby#my art#artists on tumblr#i just noticed he has one belt loop#lmao rip#can u tell i drew his boots without a reference#purple tshirt is a tangled reference#cha cha real smooth#the scrub top is too big for him (its micheal's)#cargo shorts/ trousers for endless supply of plasters (band aids) and stickers lol#hilal regularly embroiders lil suns on whatever clothes he gives her. sometimes its flowers and leaves or stars and crescents#later on she gifts him a white coat with his name#thats for daily wear and tear at the infirmary#however the real gift is a shawl blanket kinda thing#with a little something for each of his siblings embroidered on#like a vial & herbs for diana. a bow a camera for micheal. ballet shoes and a guitar and a paintbrush and many many sunshines#so they can all hug him when he needs it#excuse me while i sob in the corner#hilal#hilal khalil#will solace#headcanons
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I was thinking about this again
"Omg Vincent, you're nailing the 'sickly, haunted man' look in one go! The modeling industry would love you!" Vincent looks younger when he isn't contorting his face into what he calls expressions. He is three seconds away from losing it.
Three seconds later:
He managed the herculean task of sitting still for these photos because he was curious to see what he looked like if he was... Okay.
He soon realizes that he hates literally everything about the itchy, layered clothing, itchier cakey concealer, and restrictive fashion. Why did he agree to this again?
"WAIT! I have ten more outfits!" "IT COMES OFF. NOW." "But-" "NOW. I'M DONE." "At least let me fix your hair-" "NO MORE, WOMAN."
#vincenttag#devarambles#Im having fun with the vince reference pic if you can't tell#He realizes that even with this he doesn't know what it feels like to look and be okay#itchy itchy itchy...#Not the best feeling on scar tissue. Scratching makes it worse and he thinks moisturizing is the same as taking his three daily showers#Gym clothes let the scars breathe easier while also giving him the range of movement he enjoys. If he wears something that restricts him#he yanks at it until either the seams tear or the fabric stretches to his liking. This has varied results.#Plus they look âcool as fuck. worthy of a force of nature like meâ#art#artwork#digital art#drawing#Illustration#my artwork#my art#ARK_SYSTEMA
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I was just guiding a moth throught wasteland
and as we stood there,at the final gate towards the elders tempel,hand in hand as the iron bars lifted,I saw for a brief moment two different sky kids from three years ago,one wearing their first non-moth cape with hair just bought from their first ever season and the other as an ikemen with a chibi mask
#i almost teared up tbh#it has been so long since I last saw them#they gave me the motivation to learn Japanese so we could communicate better#because when we met there wasn't any translation feature in the game yet and they used google translate#so I started learning in order to some day surprise them#and to this day I make sure to wear something red in sky#because they told me it looked good on me#I may change the outfit daily#but something red is always in there else it feels wrong#and now I took on their mantle and guide others#trully the core essence of sky cotl#sky: children of the light#sky: cotl#sky cotl#skykid#memories#nostalgic#nostalgia
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#daily stuff#adhd#autism#listen wearing belts as a kid would bring me to literal tears#and i would started wearing sweaters literally year round so i wouldnt get in trouble for not wearing one#or for refusing to tuck my shirt ib#i went to catholic school up until high school so it was required#and i still have a visceral hate for belts#socks ive learned to deal with
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love your style! where/how do you find pants that give you a masc silhouette btw? having difficulty looking for pants that look straight through the leg and give me a more 'boxy' outline without looking sloppy or poor-fitting. is there a style of pant that you like to go for or avoid?
thank you!!! finding good pants that are masc affirming was hard but I get all my pants from cotton on! for jeans I generally stick to their tapered leg or slouch styles but for pants I love their skinny stretch chinos. I bought them specifically because the model looked like they had wider hips and it just looked like my own body so it made me take the plunge and theyâre literally my favorite pair of pants ever. I find that pairing a good pair of pants with a heavy t shirt that doesnât bunch too much around my natural waist really gives me that âboxâ look. I generally stay away from true skinny jeans and pants tho >_< do not like how they make me look and feel lol
#anon#i just bought some pants from H&M tho and Iâm hoping they fit well like my cotton on pants#but yes all my pants and jeans are from cotton on they have always fit me very well#and their clothes last pretty long#the black chinos i wear almost daily and have had them for nearly two years now#no wear or tear
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sometimes i see a donation post and i'm like "yeah no that's an obscene amount of money they're telling you that you owe them. they're price gouging you" but idk exactly how to help bc i don't know what the company is and i'm not owed that information
#also i don't electronically send money to ppl i don't know. just as a personal rule#bc at the end of the day i don't know their identity or what they're doing with it and financial info is super super trackable#for everyone's info though: class action lawsuits are an option and employment lawyers often work on commission#electricity should not be over a few hundred dollars a month and that's for a HOUSE#(mine is like $75 a month at the highest for a 1bd apt. and that's while we have temps that regularly get over 110F daily.)#(with weekly laundry and dishwasher use.)#landlords should take care of regular apartment wear and tear for free. you shouldn't be charged unless something was clearly your fault#(like putting a big hole in the wall or flushing something other than human waste/toilet paper or pouring fat/oil down the drain)#you can look up tenant's rights for your state as well. pls do often#finally there are often resources for ppl that are offered by city and state agencies#pls don't let companies/institutions take advantage of you
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i have fucking covid again :) so glad that covid was dealt w in the past and that the only ppl that need to worry about it are disabled ppl :) so glad that someone as young and healthy as me doesnt have to worry for more than a few days :)
#im not doing as bad as i was last time but i have fears!#currently high risk for aspirating rn :D#but surely someone as young and spry as me can get thru pneumonia no problem :)#i wanna rip the world into pieces like eagles tear apart their meals into fleshy strips and eat every piece whole#i want to pierce my talons into the face of the every asshole whos responsible to letting this deadly illness to continue to fester w/o car#i want to make every one of them feel the pain i and millions of others feel all at once and forever#i swear that if i fall back after all of this fucking progress i had to fight for bc fucking stupid poisoned america treats this virus like#like its just decongestion#im so fucking powerless even when i make daily fucking messages and whatnot to my government and try to explain to detached xtians why#why fucking genocide is evil and that kids need to be able to learn w their peers and have books#and that queer ppl fucking deserve to have fucking rights#and fucking all of it and everyday all i receive are fucking brick walls to the face#yes rachel i actually deeply care about not letting my snotty hand touch bc if i have fucking covid and u dont i dont want u to get fucking#covid AGAIN bc i like to make decisions that dont negatively impact someones health!!!!!!!#okay im done. not done being angry. but done ranting. for now.#WEAR UFKCING MASKS ISTG
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bambi [ceo!h x shy!reader]
synopsis: y/n tries a dating app and meets the CEO of Pleasing
word count: 8.6k
contains: ceo!harry x assitant!y/n, deer!reader vibes, dating app, online dating, deer!reader, first date, first kiss, fluff, age gap (9 years)
a/n: this is the first part of a new series. as usual the first part is a lil slow to set things up but I'm excited for what's to come of this one. there's going to be a lot of cuteness and all the things i love writing about in this one so i can't wait to share more !
this is part 1 of Bambi, read part 2 here
. . .
Most of the time Y/N didnât want to be in control of things.Â
From a young age, she had to be in charge of everything. She had three younger brothers and was born to a single mother who worked hard to keep everything afloat in their tiny, townhouse. So inevitably she became an adult before she could even buy a lottery ticket.Â
Her life wasnât bad, but it wasnât easy. With the constant nagging from her much younger siblings and the dampened sleeve of her t-shirtâevidence of the hours she spent comforting her mother through tearsâY/N had just had enough.
Her life had become an abundance of things she was struggling to keep up with. She had no reprieve throughout her daily life, no way of stopping or just letting go.Â
She worked six-hour shifts at the supermarket, studied marketing at university, did the school run in the mornings, and often in the evenings too, if her mother was too tired to get off the couch. She tutored her youngest brother, who was falling behind in math, and kept the house in order while all three of them stayed glued to the television.
Even worse, her social life was practically nonexistent.. She was twenty-one and spent her Friday nights making dino nuggets and catching up on an incessant amount of laundry from the past week.Â
Y/N wasnât sure where her life was heading. The loneliness and stress was so overwhelming she could barely breathe.Â
One night, the weight of it all brought her to tears as she thought about her future after graduation. Most of the girls she knew were planning gap years, travelling to places like Brazil or Italy. She tried to picture herself boarding a plane, but the only thing she could imagine was her mother calling mid-flight, asking her to pick up one of the boys from school.
She pulled open her phone eyes blotchy and nose stuffy from crying. Her loneliness was hitting her hard and she was desperate to feel some kind of connection, even if it was five minutes of conversation. So, she opened the only dating app she had on her phone, one that sheâd installed many moons ago when she wanted to open herself up to meeting new people.Â
She barely used it after realising she wasnât the best at small talk and whenever a guy would ask for a date, her introverted self would refuse to step foot out of the house. But on occasion sheâd find herself wondering, searching for someone to take her mind off of everything.Â
Y/N swiped past copious images of men, seemingly unphased by all of them. She swiped through so many, that they almost began to look the same - 5â9, tanned, shirtless or lifting weights trying to show some kind of strength that proved to women they were most definitely âmanlyâ.Â
When she started to believe all hope was lost, she paused when her eyes settled on a man who didnât look much like the others. He was tall, with brunette curls and green eyes that crinkled when he smiled. He wore rings on his hands in every single picture and in one of them he wore a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal a sleeve of tattoos. In most of his pictures he wore comfy sweaters and knitted cardigans with grey or black trousers. In one of them he wore a pair of blue jeans and had a small, battered copy of The Catcher in the Rye in his back pocket.Â
She read his bio beneath.Â
âHarry, 30
Likes: scrabble, food, cats, books, cardigans
Dislikes: loud chewing, music played too low, emails, wearing sunglasses indoors at dinner is absolutely criminalâ
She clicked the heart on his profile, eyes widening when the words âMATCHâ appeared on the screen in big bubble writing. He hadnât sent her a message but clearly he had liked her own profile which was surprising considering she had barely anything on it.Â
As she was mulling over what to say to start the conversation, three bubbles quickly appeared then disappeared, replaced by a message. She held her breath, reading the words.Â
Harry: Hey, pretty dress
She frowned, wondering what he meant by that but then remembered she had a picture of her on her profile, showcasing one of her favourite dresses. It was a baby pink slip dress she had made out of silk fabric.Â
Y/N: Thank you, I made it! :)Â
Harry: You did? Wow! Looks better than most of the ones Iâve seen in my own store.
Y/N: Do you own a clothing store?
Harry: Something along those lines
Harry: Although they donât sell pretty dresses like yoursÂ
Y/N: Theyâre probably a lot better, I use cheap materialsÂ
She cringed at her message, hoping she didnât sound broke or not put together by saying she used something cheap.
Harry: Iâm even more impressed
She smiled, watching him type a new message.Â
Harry: What brings you here?
She tried to sum up how she was feeling without making herself seem like a weirdo. She didnât want to sound like a recluse looking for human interaction no matter how much she felt like it.Â
Y/N: Iâm tired of everything, just want someone to keep me companyÂ
Harry: I get that. Should I be worried? Are you okay?Â
Her heart warmed, she couldnât remember the last time someone asked her if she was okay.Â
Y/N: Iâm okay now, thank you for asking !! itâs just everyday life stuff.
Harry: Of course. Just let me know if thereâs anything you want to talk about. Iâm right here to listen⌠or readÂ
Y/N: thank you, that truly means a lot!! xx
Harry: No problem, love x
Y/Nâs heart flickered at the name he had placed on the end.Â
They texted for hours, well into the middle of the night. Y/N was giddy, rolling around on her bed, smiling so hard her cheeks ached. They had so much in commonâboth preferred quiet nights in, were family-oriented, loved literature and art and even fashion. He was funny and sweet, always checking in to make sure she was comfortable and that he wasnât overstepping with his questions. Despite how much they had in common, they had a lot of differences too.
Y/N: Is it raining where you are? Xx
Harry: Hm, just checked outside and I think the clouds are coming over. I donât mind though autumn happens to be my favourite season.
Y/N: omg really?Â
Harry: What? You donât agree?
Y/N: No omg are you kidding? Iâm much more into spring. I like that itâs sunny with a slight breeze so itâs warm but not too warm so you can still wear a sweater
Harry: Ahhh I see, you do give spring I must say
Y/N: You think so?
Harry: Even from looking at your pictures, you look like a tulip or something.Â
Harry: Or the little deer from that movie
Harry: What was it?
Harry: Bambi!
Harry: Maybe that should be your name - BambiÂ
Y/N: Thatâs one of my favourite movies !!Â
Y/N: I happened to think Bambi is a very pretty nameÂ
Harry: Then Iâll call you BambiÂ
Y/N: Well what should I call you?
Harry: Anything you like, BambiÂ
. . .Â
Y/N was working her shift at the supermarket. She was already entering her final hour, her stomach rumbling as she packed frozen pizzas onto the shelves. Although she had been working hard to get things done so she could go home on time, her mind was constantly wandering.Â
It had been a full week of talking to Harry. They had converted to messaging on WhatsApp after exchanging numbers and every day Y/N would wake up to a morning text message from him telling her to have a good day and that he would be right there in her pocket if she ever needed anything. In the evenings, he would make sure she wasnât going to sleep with anything heavy on her mind. Heâd ask her questions about what she ate and if she had any time to herself in the day. For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt a little less lonely. She went about her day with a little pep in her step feeling the excitement of texting the man she had only just met. She didnât know what it was about him but a part of her felt safe with him. Maybe it was the fact he was nine years older than her and knew what it was like to be under stress with so many things but he understood her in a way no one else did.Â
And Bambi.
Every day, it was Bambi this and Bambi that, and every time, sheâd swoon or smile at the nickname he had given her. It was silly, maybe even a little ridiculous, how much it affected her. But she couldnât help itâevery time he said it, a bubble of excitement grew inside her. She liked someone for the first time in a long time, and it brought something new, something light, into her overwhelming life.
After days of just simply texting, Y/N had asked him if he wanted to video call tonight. It would be her first time hearing what he sounded like and part of her was nervous. What if he came across differently from how he was over text? What if he didnât look the way he did in the numerous pictures he had sent her? What if after calling tonight, he didnât like her anymore?
Hours later, Y/N was tucked up in bed readying herself to call him. She had showered and blow-dried her hair, wearing her comfiest pink pyjamas with her body wrapped up in her duvet. Her thumb hovered over the call button, gnawing on her bottom lip as thoughts raced through her mind.
She gasped when Harryâs face appeared on her screen just seconds after she pressed call. It was their first time ever talking like this, and her heart raced as she took in the sight of him. He was sitting in a desk chair, a large framed artwork hanging on the wall behind him. His shirt was slightly rumpled, his tie loosened around the collar, and his curls fell lazily across his forehead. He looked so effortlessly handsome, it almost didnât seem real.
âHey,â he murmured, his voice breaking the stillness of her bedroom. It carried a warmth, soft and steady, like the glow of a campfire, and she felt herself melt under its gentle heat.
âH-Hi,â she squeaked, her cheeks immediately flushing with warmth. Her nerves bubbled up as she realized she was staring at him, trying to comprehend that this was actually happening. Surely she was dreaming, she pinched herself to make sure.Â
Harryâs eyes softened when he heard her shaky greeting. âYou alright?â he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small, amused smile. His tone was gentle, almost teasing, but there was something deeper thereâlike he was studying her reaction and enjoying every second of it.
She nodded quickly, fumbling with the hem of her pyjama shirt. âIâm good! Just⌠surprised you answered so fast.â She giggled nervously, her voice high-pitched and sweet, like she couldnât quite believe this was happening. âI thought itâd take a few rings at least.â Her blush deepened as she tucked her knees up to her chest.
He chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm, making her heart flutter. âI was waiting for you to call,â he admitted, a soft smirk tugging at his lips.Â
Her heart skipped a beat, and she shyly glanced up at him through her lashes. âReally?â she asked, her voice soft and a little disbelieving.Â
He smiled, a slow, adoring smile that made her stomach flip. âYeah, really. Iâve been thinking about it all day.â His voice had that low, confident tone, but his gaze was gentle, like he wanted to make sure she knew he meant it. âThe only thing getting me through work.â
âYouâre still at work? Itâs nine-thirty!â she exclaimed, glancing at the clock in disbelief.
Harryâs lips curled into a playful smirk. âIs it past your bedtime, Bambi?â he teased, leaning back in his chair as he glanced at her through the screen.
Her heart stuttered hearing that nickname come from his own mouth. She felt like if the camera wasnât on, sheâd be floating around her room like a bright pink orb of light, âN-No,â she stammered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. âBut shouldnât you be going home by now? Youâve been working all day.â
He let out a small chuckle, shrugging as he glanced down at the papers scattered across his desk. âGot a lot to catch up on. Too many late nights spent talking to you.â His voice was warm, laced with affection despite his teasing.
Her heart sank for a moment, guilt creeping in. Theyâd been texting non-stop for weeks, and she hadnât once thought about how it might be affecting his workload. Heâd told her before that he worked for a clothing company, and it suddenly hit her how busy he must be.
Noticing the shift in her expression, Harryâs voice softened. âYâthinking too much in that little head of yours?â he asked, cutting through her thoughts.
âMaybe a little,â she admitted quietly, biting her lip.
He shook his head, eyes never leaving hers. âYou know I didnât mean it as a bad thing, right? I love talking to you, Y/N. I think... I might even be a little obsessed with you,â he confessed, his smirk turning into a softer smile.
Her breath caught in her throat, and for a second, all she could do was stare at him, her heart thudding in her chest. âI-I think Iâm obsessed with you too,â she whispered, her voice barely audible.Â
âYeah?â His voice was full of warmth, a hint of disbelief in it, like he hadnât expected her to say it back. She nodded shyly, clutching her pillow tighter against her chest, her heart racing.
Harry huffed out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face to hide the wide grin that had taken over. âGod, youâre even cuter than I imagined,â he murmured, his words full of adoration.
They talked for hours, diving into everything and anything that crossed their minds. It was the longest conversation theyâd had since they started talking, and Y/N found herself more captivated by Harry than she thought was possible. The way he laughed, the way he listenedâit all just pulled her in deeper.
In the middle of her sentence, she noticed Harry looking at her with an unusually soft expression, his eyes filled with something she couldnât quite place. He suddenly spoke, cutting her off mid-thought. âCan I take you on a date?â His voice was gentle but firm, catching her completely off guard.
âO-Oh,â she stammered, blinking in surprise. She hadnât expected him to want to meet her so soon, but her heart leapt at the thought. âIâd like that,â she replied, a soft smile spreading across her face. âVery much.â
His own smile widened, a mix of relief and excitement in his eyes. âHow about Saturday evening? I could pick you up.â
âBut wouldnât that be too long of a drive?â she asked, biting her lip. She knew he lived in the city, about forty minutes away without traffic, and she didnât want to inconvenience him.
Harryâs expression didnât falter. âItâs not too far at all. Trust me, I donât mind,â he said confidently. âIâll pick you up at 8, sound good?â
Y/Nâs heart fluttered, the idea of seeing him in person making her pulse race. She nodded shyly, her voice barely above a whisper. âMhm, that sounds perfect.â
Harryâs grin grew, his eyes twinkling, âCan you wear the pretty dress you made?â
Y/N blushed, âYou donât want me to wear something a little more sophisticated?âÂ
âYâ can wear whatever makes you comfortable, I donât mind but I think Iâd like to see that little dress yâ made.âÂ
She nodded, stifling a yawn as it slipped out. It was getting late, and Harry was still at his office, working. âYâtired, lovie?â His voice softened.
âA little,â she lied, knowing full well she was more than exhausted. But the thought of ending the call made her chest tightenâshe wanted to keep him on the line, even just for a few more minutes.
Harry chuckled softly as if he could see right through her. âWhy donât you rest those pretty eyes for me, yeah?â he murmured, his voice low and soothing, the gentle authority in his words making her entire body relax. She practically melted at the sound, her heart skipping a beat.
âMâkay,â she whispered, her eyelids already heavy as she let herself sink deeper into the comfort of his voice.
âIâll be right here, alright?â he reassured her, his tone gentle and full of warmth.
She managed a soft smile, her words barely audible as her exhaustion overtook her. âPromise?â
âPromise Bambi,â he whispered, his voice the last thing she heard before sleep pulled her under.
. . .
âMr. Styles?â
Harry looked up from his computer, peering over the rims of his glasses. His receptionist, Lindsey, stood in the doorway. âThe samples for the newest collection have arrived. Would you like me to bring them in?â she asked, her voice polite but efficient, as always.
âYes, please, Lindsey,â he replied with a sigh, signing off another email before hitting send. The endless stream of tasks had him feeling drained.
Though Harry wasnât usually the type to show much warmth towards his employees, Lindsey was different. Sheâd been with him for yearsâlong enough to earn not just his respect, but his trust. She was one of the very few people he relied on within his company.Â
Harry was the CEO of Pleasing, a major fashion company he had built from the ground up. His first line had been designed in a small studio, crafted with his own hands and the help of a few close friends who still worked by his side. Now, it was a global brand. He was on Forbes 30 under 30 and had features in magazines like GQ. He was even in Time magazine for most influential people.Â
Despite all the success, his day-to-day life had become an endless loop of emails, business meetings, and deadlines. Time for anything outside of work was a luxury he couldnât afford. Lately, though, something, or rather someone, had started to make him reconsider how he spent his time.
He checked his phone once more having only picked it up a minute ago for the same reason. He hoped to see a message from Y/N, in fact he was eager to. Ever since he had messaged her on the only dating app he used, he hadnât thought of anyone else but her.Â
It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, one born out of the loneliness that weighed heavier than ever that night. Harry sat in his dimly lit office, the silence around him almost suffocating. He hadnât dated in over a year, not since his last relationship, which had ended on a bitter note. That girl had taken advantage of him, using his desire of the relationship he wanted to manipulate him. She had drained his bank accounts, maxed out his credit cards on shopping sprees and lavish holidays with her friends, leaving him both financially and emotionally exhausted. After that, heâd grown wary of trusting anyone.
When he joined the website, he wasnât exactly hopeful. The chance of finding someone who truly understood his career and mirrored his desires in a relationship seemed slim.
But then he met his Bambi.Â
He hadnât been searching for anything specific that day, just scrolling aimlessly, but something about Y/Nâs profile made him pause. There was a warmth to her, a genuine spark that went beyond her pictures. She didnât seem to realise just how captivating she was, and that drew him in even more. It wasnât just her beautyâthough she was stunningâit was the way she spoke about the things she loved. Her messages were full of passion, filled with rambles about her favourite books, little moments in her day, or random thoughts that popped into her head.Â
Y/N had ignited something within him. He was excited for this newfound thing they had going on, a spark he hadnât felt in years. Every message from her left him smiling at his phone, wondering what sheâd say next. It was the kind of excitement that made the day feel a little brighter, knowing she was just a text away. He found himself looking forward to the simplest thingsâher daily updates, the way sheâd ramble about something sheâd seen or read, and even the photo updates sheâd send him of things she was doing.
For the first time in a long time, he found himself imagining what it would be like to share his life with someone, instead of the quiet solitude heâd grown so used to. He couldnât shake the thought of Y/N being that personâthe one to bring warmth into the corners of his once-lonely home. He pictured what it would be like to have someone in his space, their presence adding a new kind of lightness. Someone to be there in the small, everyday moments and to keep him company after a long day at the office.Â
He couldnât wait to meet her in real life, hold her in his hands and kiss the lips he spent nights dreaming about.Â
Harry snapped out of his daze when Lindsey opened the door and the manufacturers entered the room behind her, holding the fabric samples in their hands. They greeted him timidly, laying the samples on the table by the large floor-to-ceiling windows.Â
He walked over, black polished shoes clicking against the mahogany wood floor. He sighed when he took in the samples, he didnât need to feel them to know they werenât good enough. Uncapping the red pen, he drew a cross beside each sample, the men behind him releasing a shaky breath.Â
âCome back when you have what I want,â He murmured, dismissing them with a wave of his hand.Â
He checked the time on his watch and cursed. Today was his nieceâs birthday and he promised his sister heâd visit in time for her birthday party this afternoon. âLindsey,â He called, hearing her shoes against the floor before she opened the door to his office.Â
He pulled on his blazer, âIâve got to leave, did you wrap that gift I gave you the other day?âÂ
Lindsey frowned, âItâs under my desk but what about your meetings this afternoon?âÂ
âCancel them.â He shrugged.
His Porsche was parked out front by the time he stepped out of the building. He put the gift into the passenger seat and made a mental note to stop somewhere to buy a birthday card.Â
He glanced at his phone when a text came through.
Bambi: Half way through my shift. Itâs been pretty rough, sorry for the late reply xx
His heart leapt when Y/Nâs name appeared. He took his phone when he reached a red light and typed in a reply.
Harry: itâs okay lovie, call me when you finish yeah? x
He was desperate to speak to her even if it were just for a mere few seconds.Â
Making a left turn, he pulled into the parking lot of a small supermarket on the highway. It looked run down and old but there wasnât anywhere else he could go to before he reached his sister's house.
People sat outside, smoking cigarettes and drinking out of beer cans. He ignored the glances they made towards him and his car.Â
He stepped inside and walked along the aisles, pausing when he noticed someone stacking things onto a shelf. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She was wearing blue jeans and a fuzzy white sweater, her hair was braided and fastened with pink, silk bows. She wore wired earbuds, her pink ballerina flats tapping against the laminate flooring.Â
She must have felt his gaze because her head lifted, eyes widening as they met his. Her soft, pink lips parted slightly, and in that instant, it was as if the world shiftedâeverything falling perfectly into place between them, as though they were always meant to find each other naturally.Â
Harry hadnât noticed the sugar spilling from the bag she was holding until the store manager stormed over. âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â The sharp tone made Y/N jump, her body snapping upright as she stood frozen in front of her manager, fear flashing across her face.
âI-Iâm s-sorry, Iââ Y/N stammered, her voice trembling.
âHow many times do I have to hear the same excuse from you?â her manager snapped. âStupid, useless girl, costing me the whole damn shop.â
Y/Nâs bottom lip quivered, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. âI-I know... I promised it wouldnât happen again. It was an accident, really,â she whispered, her voice barely holding steady.
Harryâs frown deepened. Again? This had happened before?
From the way Y/N stood there, trying so hard not to cry, it was painfully clearâthis wasnât the first time her boss had spoken to her like this.
Harryâs jaw tightened as he watched the exchange, a surge of protectiveness rising in him. He had only known Y/N recently, but seeing her like thisâsmall, vulnerable, and clearly hurtâstirred something deep within him. He couldnât just stand there and let it happen.
âExcuse me,â Harry spoke up, his voice calm but firm, stepping closer. The store manager turned to him, annoyance flashing across his face.
âThis doesnât concern you,â the manager spat, his glare shifting to Harry.
âActually, I think it does,â Harry replied, his eyes steady on the man. âYou donât need to speak to her like that.â
The manager scoffed. âAnd who the hell are you?â
Harry didnât blink, his voice lowering. âSomeone who knows when respect is lacking.â
Y/N looked up at Harry, wide-eyed, as if she couldnât believe he was stepping in. Her heart raced, a mix of relief and anxiety bubbling inside her. She wasnât used to anyone standing up for her like this.
âY/N, why donât you take a minute?â Harry said softly, glancing over at her, his voice now gentle and reassuring. The tears in her eyes made his chest physically hurt. Heâd be quick with this useless piece of shit so he could give her all his attention.
She hesitated but then nodded, her gaze flicking between Harry and her boss. She quickly turned, slipping away from the confrontation, her hands shaking as she tried to compose herself.
Harry turned back to the manager, his calm exterior masking the frustration brewing underneath. âSpeak to her like that again, and I wonât hesitate to have this place torn down, brick by brick, and replaced with a building I own. Then youâll know firsthand what itâs like to deal with a real fucking manager.âÂ
With that, he turned on his heel, already making a mental note to have his team look into this place. It was clearly lacking in more ways than oneâenough to warrant being shut down for good he hoped.Â
Y/N stood behind the building, her back to him, shoulders trembling as she cried into her sleeve. Harryâs heart clenched at the sight. âHey, hey, hey,â he murmured softly, stepping forward and gently pulling her into his chest. âThaâs enough now, Bambi. Donât waste your tears on him,â he whispered, his large hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. Holding her close felt unexpectedly right, as if this was exactly where she belonged, even if the circumstances werenât ideal.
âIâm so embarrassed,â she sniffled, her voice small. âThis isnât how I wanted you to see me for the first time.â
His eyes softened with affection as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. Carefully, he wiped her tear-stained, blotchy cheeks, his touch tender. âYouâve got nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart,â he whispered, âSâalright now, yâ donât have to go back in there.â He cupped the back of her head, feeling how soft and silky her hair was. He couldnât seem to fathom that he was actually holding her after days of imagining what she would feel like.
She pulled away and for the first time Harry could get a proper look at her. He didnât think it possible for her to be even more beautiful than the pictures he had of her on her phone but she was. Her features were soft, cheeks permanently pink like the colour of tulips on a spring day, her lips were the perfect shape, so delicate like two petals pressed together. She was a walking angel.Â
âHey stranger,â He grinned, those perfect cheeks turning pink. If Harry had one goal in his life it was to make her all flustery and blushy.Â
âHi,â She peeped, hands fiddling in front of her.
Her eyes widened when she saw the tear stains on his shirt, the damp spots revealing the tiniest hint of the tattoos on his torso. âI-Iâm so sorry, I didnât mean to ruin your shirt,â She cringed.
âHey no need to apologise, âs not even ruined and Iâd rather you were okay than some easily replaceable shirt.â He assured her. âAre yâ sure youâre okay? Donât need to go in there and beat him up or anything,â
She smiled at that and the sight made his heart sing, âNo itâs okay. I-Iâm okay, thank you for looking out for me. I donât normally have people doing that very often.â
He frowned. He didnât like how often she spoke about how little help she got from other people. If anything, it made him want to take care of her even more than he already did.Â
âI should probably head back in. I still have three more hours of my shift,â she huffed, clearly reluctant. It was the last thing she wanted to do.
Harryâs expression softened, but his tone remained firm. âYou donât have to,â he said, his gaze holding hers, protective and unwavering.
Y/N frowned, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. âBut I need the job, Harry,â she whispered, her voice shaky. âI canât just leave.â
His jaw tightened at her words. He hated seeing her stuck in a place that didnât value her, where she wasnât respected. âI know you need the job,â he replied, gentler now, trying to ease her worry. âBut no job is worth being treated like that. Not by him.â
She bit her lip, glancing back at the store, anxiety clearly weighing on her. âWhat am I supposed to do, then? I canât afford to lose it.â
Harry stepped closer, his hand finding its way to her cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear. âYouâre not going to lose anything,â he said softly. âLet me take care of it. Of you.â
Y/N blinked up at him, her heart pounding. âTake care of me?â
âCome work with me,â He offered.Â
There werenât many positions available at Pleasing, but Harry didnât care. Heâd make something workâanything to keep her from going back into that place and dealing with the jerk inside.
âIn the city? I... I canât do that, Harry. I still have school, and my brothers...â
âYou can work around it,â he said quickly, eager to find a solution. âIâll pay for your gas to and from the city, or Iâll have someone drive you. Hell, Iâll drive you myself if it makes you feel better. Whatever you need. Just donât stay here.â
He sighed softly, taking her small hand in his larger one, her warmth a comfort even as doubt flickered between them. âJust... think about it, yeah?â His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of her hand, trying to ease the tension.
Y/N hesitated but nodded slowly. âOkay,â she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.
A grin spread across Harryâs face, his relief palpable. âThank you Bambi.â He swore he saw her pupils carve into love hearts at his words.Â
. . .Â
Y/N hadnât returned to her job at the store just as she promised Harry. It wasnât only because Harry was insistent she didnât go back but her manager had been pretty verbally abusive for quite some time now and she thought better than to go back and work for someone who was just plain mean.Â
A few days had passed and Saturday rolled around quickly. Y/N was giddy with excitement, preparing everything in time for Harry to pick her up to take her on their very first date this evening. She had arranged a babysitter to look after her brothers since her mother wouldnât be home until late. It wasnât often they splurged cash on hiring a babysitter but Y/N wasnât going to rearrange her date with Harry for anything.
Sheâd made a list of everything she needed to do: wash and blow dry her hair, shave every inch of her body, and paint her nails with the glazed pink polish sheâd ordered online. Her hair was in curlers as she carefully laid out her outfit for the eveningâa pink satin slip dress sheâd made herself, paired with white kitten heels that matched perfectly. With the season shifting into autumn, she added a thin white cardigan to keep her warm in case the night turned chilly on the way home.
She wanted to look perfect. Especially after the fiasco the other day when he had rescued her from her mean manager.Â
Everything seemed to move in slow motion the moment she laid eyes on the man from her phone. He was even more perfect than she had imaginedâtaller too. It still hadnât sunk in that she was about to go on a date with this manâthe one who wore a black suit to work and had saved her from cruel, terrifying managers.
And the way he spoke to her afterwards, comforting her with his big, heavy hands around her. She wanted him to pick her up and take her wherever he went.Â
Y/N sighed blissfully in front of her vanity. As Y/N finished her makeup, her phone buzzed with a message from Harry.Â
Harry: Just outside x
She peeked through the window, catching sight of him standing by a sleek black car, leaning casually against the door. He looked breathtaking in a fitted black suit, hands in his pockets as he scanned the street. Her nerves fluttered, a mixture of excitement and anticipation bubbling up. She took a deep breath, smoothed down her dress, and grabbed her cardigan before heading out the door.Â
The moment she stepped outside, Harryâs gaze snapped to her, dark and intense. He straightened up, eyes travelling over her form, taking in every detail of her appearance. The way he looked at her sent a shiver down her spine.
âYâ look stunning, Bambi,â he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. He took a step closer, his large hand cupping her cheek, thumb grazing her soft skin. âAll this fâ me?â
Y/N blushed, biting her bottom lip nervously. âI-I wore the dress you wanted,â she mumbled shyly, looking up at him through her lashes, âDo you like it?âÂ
ââS perfect,â He murmured lowly.Â
âReady to go, sweetheart?â He opened the car door for her, watching as she slid into the passenger seat, her delicate form contrasting with the dark interior of his Porshe. Harryâs eyes lingered on her legs for a moment before he shut the door and walked around to his side.
Once inside, he reached over, resting his hand on her thigh, the warmth of his touch comforting her immediately. âYou nervous?â he asked, glancing at her with a small smile, though the look in his eyes held a trace of dominance.
âA little,â Y/N admitted, her voice soft and shy.
Harry gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. âYâ donât have to be nervous around me, love, promise âm not scary. Least of all tâ you.âÂ
Y/N smiled, loving how he made it clear she was different, that he treated her in a way no one else could. It warmed her to feel special, especially when that feeling was rare for her.
As they drove, their conversation flowed easily. Y/N found herself opening up more and more, rambling about anything that came to mind. Harry listened intently, his smile soft as he asked questions, showing genuine interest in everything she said. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the car, and each time she answered bashfully, his lips curved.Â
Y/Nâs eyebrows furrowed as they drove deeper into the city. The lights grew brighter, illuminating a part of town she rarely found herself inâwhere the wealthy lived, with towering apartment complexes and upscale restaurants lining the streets. Harry pulled over in front of a sleek Italian restaurant, where a man stood waiting by the curb.
âAre we allowed to park here?â Y/N asked, her face bathed in the glow of the restaurantâs lights.
Harry suppressed a grin at her confusion. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell⌠I just assumed we werenât eating here, which is totally fine! You donât need to impress me with a fancy restaurant.â Her cheeks flushed pink as she tried to clarify.
Harryâs lips curled into a teasing smirk. âWhat if I told you we are eating here?â
Y/Nâs eyes widened in disbelief. âA-are we?â
Without answering, Harry reached for her hand, brushing his lips over the back of it. âYâ too cute,â he murmured. âCome on, theyâre waiting for us.â He stepped out of the car, passing his keys to the valet standing nearby, before adjusting his blazer and moving to open the door for her, his hand stretched out toward her for her to grab onto.Â
Y/N hesitated, her mind reeling. There was no way they were eating at this restaurantâthe kind with a year-long reservation list and three Michelin stars. Sheâd heard rumours that a single course here could cost more than her entire paycheck for the week. But as she took his hand and stepped out, it felt impossible to believe this was really happening.
Harry intertwined their fingers, offering a brief nod to the waiter who opened the door for them. âHarry⌠are you sure? They probably donât have any tables for people just walking in,â she whispered.
He chuckled softly. âDonât worry, love. I made some arrangements.â
Her brows furrowed in surprise. âArrangements? How?â
Stopping at the âPlease Wait to Be Seatedâ sign, Harry finally turned to her with a playful twinkle in his eye. âI own the restaurant.â
Y/Nâs mouth fell open as a waiter approached, menus tucked neatly under his arm. âGood evening, Mr. Styles. Your table is ready.â
Feeling like she was in a dream, Y/N walked hand-in-hand with Harry to a private table near the large glass windows at the back. The breathtaking view of the cityâs skyline stretched out before them, and the table, set for two, was tucked away to offer them some privacy.Â
As they were seated, Y/N couldnât help but notice the quiet stares and murmurs from other guests. She knew Harry owned a clothing business, but⌠just how successful was he?
The waiter laid the menus out in front of them and left them to decide what they wanted to order. Y/N hadnât even noticed as her wide eyes gazed around the room at the glowing chandeliers.Â
Harry reached for her hand beneath the table, âAre yâ okay love?â He asked. Y/Nâs gaze snapped towards him, âI hope âs not too much.â
âH-Harry, I really appreciate you bringing me here, I mean even stepping inside is a dream come true, but⌠I c-canât afford this.â She felt awful saying it but it was true and it was better to tell him now than when sheâd finished her meal, she wouldnât want him thinking she was out for his money.
Harry frowned, âBambi, this is a date. Yâ donât have to pay for anything.â
âB-but I canât use your money.â She told him.Â
She couldnât hear it but Harryâs heart was singing in his chest. She was exactly what he was looking for someone totally opposite to all the women he had dated in his past.Â
He cupped her cheek in his hand, âLook at me Y/N,â Big, doe eyes gazed into his, âPlease stop worrying and let me take care of you. I know yâ havenât been given that in the past but âm here now and I want this. I wanted to bring yâ here and I want yâ to be spoiled and I want to treat you in the way you deserve. So can you pick something from the menu and let me look after you Bambi baby, please? Think you can do that?â
Her lips parted, slowly nodding her head but she quickly said one last thing, âYou donât have to take me to fancy places to make me feel spoiled Harry. I already feel spoiled enough just getting to be with you.â
He smiled, eyes glistening under the low light of the chandelier. He placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed as a small thank you. âHave you decided what youâre going to eat?â
"Hmmm," Harry grinned, watching Y/N's pouted lips as she studied the menu with intense concentration. "I can't decide between the truffle pasta or the smoked salmon!" she huffed, clearly torn.
"How about this," he offered with a shrug, "Iâll get the smoked salmon, you get the truffle pasta, and we can share? That way you can try both."
She glanced up at him, her brow furrowing slightly. âYou donât want something else?â
He had been planning on ordering the steak and potatoes, but seeing how much this small decision seemed to weigh on her, he didnât mind changing his mind. The smoked salmon was one of his favourite dishes anyway.
When the waiter came over, Harry confidently placed the order for both of them, which made Y/N visibly relax. She hated the pressure of ordering her own food, so the simple act of him taking charge made her feel instantly at ease.
âWeâll make sure to have your order as a priority, Mr. Styles,â the waiter nodded respectfully before walking away.
Y/Nâs eyes widened in surprise. âWow. They must really like you here.â
Harry chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. âDidnât I mention I owned a clothing business?â
âMhm,â she nodded, âBut I thought it was just a boutique or something.â She shrugged, clearly unaware of the scale.
Harry laughed a warm, deep sound that made her stomach flip. âBambi,â he said, pulling her gently into his side until their cheeks were almost touching, âSee that guyâs sweater? That womanâs hat? And that ladyâs dress over there?â She nodded everytime he pointed towards them, her heart skipping a beat at their closeness. âWe made all of those.â
Her eyes widened in shock. âW-wait, you own Pleasing?â
Harry nodded, a small, proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Y/N couldnât even count how many times she had opened the Pleasing website, scrolling through pages of clothes she desperately wanted but couldnât afford. And now, she was sitting across from its ownerâno, she was on a date with him.
âMhm,â he hummed, pulling away slightly to gauge her reaction. "Which reminds me, have you given any more thought to the job?"
She had, actually. The idea had been rolling around in her mind ever since heâd mentioned it. "What's the role again?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
"My assistant," Harry replied smoothly. "Youâd help with emails, scheduling meetings, running errandsânothing too complicated. Just being my right hand.â
âWouldnât that be awkward, though? Since weâre, yâknow... dating?â
Harry smirked, catching the implication. "So, thereâs going to be a second date?" His teasing tone made her blush. âAnd if anything, it makes it better. Iâd get to see you every day instead of just texting."
âBut what about school?â Y/N asked, trying to think practically.
âWeâll figure it out,â he said easily. âWhatever you need. We can make it work.â
âShouldnât there be an interview or something?â she quipped, trying to lighten the moment, though her heart was racing.
Harry sighed dramatically, playing along. âAlright. Hello, Miss Y/L/N. Welcome to your official interview for the position of Mr. Stylesâ personal assistant.â
Y/N giggled, her nerves easing as she followed his lead. âWell, hello Mr. Styles. Thank you for having me.â
Harryâs lips curled into a smile, his eyes twinkling as he played along. âFirst question,â he said, leaning closer, their faces now just inches apart. âHow do you feel about spending every day with me? Answer carefullyâitâs a tough one.â
Y/N couldnât help but giggle, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. âWell, Mr. Styles, I think I could manage that.â
âGood answer,â he praised, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. âNext question: Can you handle a man whoâs very particular about his coffee?â
She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow in playful suspicion. âAre we talking normal particular, or... like, twelve-steps-to-make-a-single-cup particular?â
Harry chuckled, his dimples deepening. âMaybe somewhere in between. But donât worry, I can teach you.â
Y/N laughed softly, her nerves easing even more. Being around him was easy, naturalâlike slipping into something familiar and warm. âI think I could handle that.â
"One last question," Harry murmured, leaning in even closer. His gaze flickered to her lips for a brief second before locking back onto her eyes. "How do you feel about sneaking around with your boss?"
Her laughter died down, a trace of seriousness replacing it. She knew the risksâthings had to stay professional, no hint of their relationship could slip through especially since Harry would not only be her boss but was the Senior Director and had to have the respect of everyone. But still, she couldnât resist.
âI think it could be fun,â she whispered, her voice barely audible.
âGood,â He murmured, âI think youâve passed the test, Bambi,â Y/N noticed how close his lips were to hers, if she moved her face forward theyâd be touching, âAny questions?â
. . .Â
Harry pulled the car up to the curb just outside Y/Nâs house, the gentle hum of the engine fading as he switched it off. The street was quiet, the only light coming from the street lamps casting long shadows on the pavement. Inside her house, the windows were dark, and she silently hoped her brothers were already asleep, sparing her the awkwardness of explaining why she wasnât rushing inside.
The silence between them felt comfortable yet charged, neither making a move to leave. It was as if both of them knew the night shouldnât end yet, even though it had to at some point. Y/N looked down at her hands, nervously tracing the edge of her coat, stealing glances at Harry every few moments. He seemed deep in thought, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel, but the same hesitation hung in the air between them.
âThanks for dinner,â she said softly, her voice breaking the silence.
He turned to her, his expression soft but intent, as if weighing every word. âDonât need tâ thank me Bambi,â he replied, his eyes lingering on her face a moment longer than necessary.Â
âI wish I didnât have to go home,â She huffed, looking down at her fingers on her lap.
Harryâs lips curved into a small smile, but there was a seriousness in his eyes. He leaned back in his seat, turning his body slightly toward her. âYâ want to go back to mine?â
She wanted nothing more, the pain of saying no physically paining her, âM-my brothers... they have school,â she murmured.
âS okay,â He smiled.Â
The air between them felt thick with unspoken feelings, and she could feel her heart race as the weight of his gaze settled on her. He reached over, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch soft.
âBambi,â he said quietly, his voice suddenly more intimate, like he was laying something important on the table.
She turned to face him fully, her breath catching as his fingers brushed against her cheek, lingering just long enough to make her pulse race. The space between them seemed to vanish, and suddenly, all she could think about was the way his lips would feel against hers.
Neither of them spoke. The tension that had been simmering all evening finally boiled over. Harryâs hand cupped her cheek, and in that quiet moment under the dim streetlights, he leaned in.
The kiss was gentle at first, tentative, like they were both testing the waters. But as soon as their lips touched, a wave of emotion flooded over her, and she couldnât help but respond. Her hand found its way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, slow and lingering. It wasnât rushed or hurriedâjust soft, warm, and full of everything Y/N had been dreaming about for longer than she cared to admit.Â
When they finally pulled apart, Harry rested his forehead against hers, both of them catching their breath, their lips still tingling from the kiss. His hand lingered on her cheek, as though neither of them was ready to let the moment slip away just yet.
Y/N opened her mouth to say something, maybe to break the silence or make a joke about how long theyâd waited for this. But before she could speak, a loud thud startled her. She turned her head, eyes widening as the lights in her house flickered on. And there they wereâher brothers, pressed against the living room window, grinning like fools and making exaggerated kissy faces at them.
âOh my God,â Y/N groaned, mortified. Her face flushed a deep shade of red as she fumbled with her seatbelt. "This is so embarrassing."
She pushed the door open and scrambled out of her seat, grabbing her purse in a flurry of panic. âI am so sorry, Harry. I-I have to go,â she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush as she awkwardly tried to regain her composure. âThank you for dinner, a-and the kiss! Oh, and the job too!â
In her haste, her heel caught on a paving stone, and she stumbled slightly, her purse nearly slipping from her hand as she made her way toward the front door.
Harry watched her, his mouth half open, caught between amusement and disbelief. She was flustered, rambling, and absolutely adorable. He couldn't stop the soft chuckle that escaped him as he leaned back in his seat, shaking his head.
"Bambi!" he called out the car window, grinning. âI'll take that as a yes on the job?â
Y/N turned back briefly, her face flushed but her smile shy and genuine. âYes! Definitely yes!â she called over her shoulder, before hurrying inside, her brothers still laughing from the window.
As she disappeared through the door, Harry chuckled to himself, the warmth from their kiss still lingering. He turned the ignition on, shaking his head in disbelief at how the night had unfolded. It was far from the graceful goodbye he had imagined, but somehow, it felt perfect. He couldnât stop smiling as he pulled away from the curb.Â
Yeah, he thought to himself, that definitely meant she was taking the job.
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Love me, love me, love me, love me more!
Pairing: Yandere! Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader
Warnings and Content: MDNI (I'll haunt you, seriously), yandere themes, implied consent, stalking, obsession, murder, gore, sex, delusional satoru, he's unhinged and does not care about consequences as usual, creampies (lots), gojo has a breeding kink, masturbation, perv gojo, sex, fingering. Dead dove.
Plot : Megumi has a new nanny and Satoru is so so..lovesick.
Yandere!Satoru knew he fumbled the moment he fell in love with Megumi's nanny. He had hired you because he couldn't provide for the time and sufficient emotional care that a second grader needed to be a normal person. After all that the boy went through and then being under care of someone like him, Satoru didn't think that his Gumi-chan would ever be normal.
But then he met you, you were everything he was not. Gojo Satoru was impulsive, eccentric, the strongest, he shone so brightly that the sun was put to shame. And you were so normal, so mundane, you simply seemed to blend in with everyone like a lovely, plain chrysanthemum that could mix in with every bouquet.
there was truly nothing special about you in comparison to him.
Perhaps that was why he found you so beautiful. You weren't complicated, you were too simple and perhaps this absence of simplicity was what made his fast paced, glorious life so lack luster.
He knew he had to have you.
One thing you realised about Yandere!Satoru is that, he is a child in a grown man's body. You had seen him being much more petulant than Megumi, but with time your surmises around him had reduced and your edges had softened. You would see the flash of tiredness in his eyes sometimes, something about those azures in those moments would tell you a piece of his story. You didn't ask a lot but you knew. He was tired.
Being a full-time nanny to Megumi also meant, keeping meal preps ready. It had become a habit to put together a few extras after noticing that Gojo would often make it a point to eat them. He probably ate it, dead in the night when he was back from his daily missions. No one witnessed his joy of eating a homecooked meal at 3AM.
Yandere!Satoru who would take the advantage of your softened demeanor towards him and flirt with you shamelessly even after seeing the ring adorned on your pretty little finger. He kept affirming to himself that it wasn't real and whatever he would imagine, would materialize to be true.
"You do a terrific job, looking after Megumi you know?" He'd muse, in the usual teasing tone of his as his hand trails to your chin, gently tipping your head up so you'd look into his eyes and his eyes only, his gaze intense and unwavering.
"I can't help but wonder if there is room in your heart for me too~"
But then his playful demeanor would drop away when his eyes would fall onto that pathetic, miserly looking gold band after you'd tell him to stop flirting with you with finality in your tone. That ring wasn't even high in carats, it was an alloy and yet you would it wear it such pride. It would tug at his heartstrings, his darling deserved so much better.
"I see, didn't realize that, miss.." He lied through his teeth with such insouciance and a smirk, masking his disappointment as if even a petite speck on your arm would be amiss with his six eyes
Yandere!Satoru, who was never religious but started obsessively manifesting you after learning about your husband. What a hassle. Why couldn't he just have you, like everything else in his life?
Yandere!Satoru who would think of you riding him to tears, closing his eyes to conjure the lewd image of your tits bouncing as he fucked you upward, anchoring his large hands on your waist. All while zestfully fisting his cock, wrapped like a gift with your cute pink panties that he quite subtly stole when you were staying over to care for Megumi for a few days because he had to fly somewhere else to tackle off a special grade curse, substituted for the warmth of your velvety walls. For now.
Yandere!Satoru who knew you had no clue that he teleported from the location far away just to steal your panties.
Yandere!Satoru who also knew that you had no idea that he had tapped in your phone, having his hawking watch over who you texted and talked to.
Yandere!Satoru who couldn't be nonchalant anymore the minute he saw you texting your husband as you watched over Megumi, on how badly you wanted a baby after being a nanny to the young boy. That was his job, you were his, afterall.
Yandere!Satoru who felt angry and stupid because manifesting you didn't work. He knew he could never trust the higher powers with the people he loved so he took the matter in his own hands.
Yandere!Satoru who stood over your husband's dead body, ripped to shreds when you returned home. The worries of your husband not texting you back for hours now washed with horror and pain.
His handsome, angelic face was unnervingly calm and composed, his blue eyes amalgamated with mania and hollowness while he held her husband's filthy heart in his bloodied hands, a scowl of disgust washing over his face as he looked at the organ, darting his eyes at you almost pitifully, crushing it in a glimpse before walking to you.
"What a shame..your husband was quite bothersome, wouldn't you say? I had to take out the trash, y'know..got sick of him getting in the way" He'd speak in a smooth, saccharinely affectionate tone that you knew was empty. He ignored the shock laced on your face, the paleness of your skin, the fear in your eyes and your flinch which he found oh so..adorable, as he caressed your cheek with the strong metallic scent of crimson lingering.
"Let's play a game!" He brightly smiled, clapping his hands together which made you furrow your brows, a dry gulp going down your throat. The room only filled with the momentary sounds of his footsteps and your shaky, palpable breathing.
"The game is...name things you love about Gojo Satoru!!" He chimed, so happily that it sent a shiver down your spine, insinuating nausea.
"S-stay away..."
He frowned, titling his head as his empty eyes bored into yours.
"Wrong answer darling..the answer is Satoru, isn't it..?" He leaned in, cupping your face and tenderly kissing your lips.
Yandere!Satoru who teleported you two immediately to his estate as he pulled away from the kiss, your back hitting the silk sheets that screamed luxury.
Yandere!Satoru who would see you giving in to his gentle kisses all over your body, who'd feel your pulsating guilt and shame in your eyes while your pussy pulsated with pleasure having his fingers in your gushing cunt knuckles deep.
"Why did you say no to me, hm..? You're milking my fingers baby..fuuuck...I love you so much.." He whispered while his face nuzzled into your cheek. His hot breath mingled with phrases of love felt so gross, so filthy, so sinful but you saw yourself liking it, even after seeing your husband in such a state.
Yandere!Satoru, who'd dump his cum again in your oozing pussy even when his cock felt raw after kissing your cervix so many times, painting it white. Now finally pulling out with a squelch, he immediately replaced his two thick fingers to push his load back in.
"You're gonna be such a pretty mama baby..I will make your wish come true.."
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miguel canât help it when youâre wearing his clothes
summary: miguel oâhara x f!reader
warning: 18+ stuff but not too overboard
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miguel is trying really hard to concentrate. he really is.
being a superhero and the leader of spider society is not an easy task. sometimes heâd go days without sleeping. you can either find him at his office or the gym doing his daily workouts because thatâs the only place he can take his stress out.
days of scanning over reports and the hours he put in to enhance the new spiderman suit should not go to waste. his eyes are tracking back and forth to the amount of papers scatter all over the table. not to mention a kid he has to take care of named âmiles moralesâ added to his list is almost enough to make his brain explode.
but how could he focus on his work when youâre standing five feet away from him? fixing yourself up a small snack in the kitchen with nothing but his t-shirt and his boxers.
his greedy eyes running through your body shamelessly, finding himself getting lost in his thoughts and he has to snap himself out of it a few times otherwise he wonât be able to finish off all the reports that must be done that night.
yet, he canât help but admire the way your curves are accentuated by his shorts. how your thick thighs and plump ass filling them in instead of it being too big on you. the way your soft cheeks are slightly peeking underneath the grey cotton material,
he grunts a low âfuck meâ when he sees you bending over to put the cookies in the oven. are you doing this on purpose?
had enough of the distraction youâre giving, he slams a folder down and turns his attention on you. âmi vida, can you please donât stand like that?â
âhuh?â you cock an eyebrow, confused to what makes this grumpy man scolding you at this hour. âwhatâd i do?â you crane your neck to look over at him, with a frown look on his handsome features.
âyou! ay dios mio youâre making me hard to focus here! i have so much work to do and youâre being a distraction.â
licking off a cookie dough off your finger, you put your hands on your hips. âhow am i being distracting?! Iâm literally just standing here making cookies!â
âyou know what it does to me when youâre wearing my clothes, mami. I canât control it. please please stand at least ten feet away.â
âoh?â your voice sounds playful. a small smirk graces upon your lips as you tip toe around the counter to get closer to him.
he knows what youâre up to.
shaking his head in disapproval, he put his large hand up and looking away. âpara por favor, cariĂąo. i know what youâre about to do and i cannot afford any distractions right now. stay right where you are.â
âhmm, no.â you giggle, walking towards where he is and you can hear him groan slightly. âwhatchu doooing?â
he smiles a bit at that. no matter what you do, he canât get mad at you. it feels like you put a spell on him or something, he canât work it out. but he doesnât complain at all.
heâd break jaws and tear down the fucking universe for you.
he admires the way your thighs rub against each other when you walk, jiggling slightly before you manage to sit yourself comfortably beside him. tucking your legs underneath your butt and make your legs look even thicker
miguel lean himself back a little while his fingers go up against your cheek, grazing it ever so softly. his smile grows when you peck him on the lips.
âhow you doing, papi?â you ask, removing a strand of hair from his forehead. âare you feeling okay? youâve been working far too hard lately, Iâm worried.â
he sighs in pure bliss when you run your fingers softly underneath his scalp. feeling himself melt away against your touch.
âalways better when youâre around me, mi amor. but you know you canât be wearing that anymore when Iâm working.â
he has to hold back the urge to pick you up and fuck you against the wall when you pout at him.
âyou like seeing me in your clothesâ
âque sĂ, baby. but your ass is distracting me far too much in that when Iâm working, you know how i get when i see you wearing my boxers. I canât contain it.â he responds, large hand coming up to rub your exposed thigh, finger toying with the loose hem of his shorts,
âtheeen, maybe itâs a sign you should take a breakâ you suggest, tilting your head lightly. âcome play with me, miggy,â
he swears he almost cum right there and then when you say it.
âi will, baby. i promise. but i gotta finish this first, yeah?â his eyes bore into yours as he promises. he wants so badly to leave his work but he knows he canât. not right now.
with a small huff, you nod. âfine. Iâll wait.â
âgood girl.â he leans forward to kiss you again on the lips. âjust a few more minutes, yeah?â
âyeah yeah.â you say, âdonât forget to eat. please donât skip it this time. dinner is on the table, Iâve prepared it for you. also thereâs some leftover brownies for dessert if you want it, papi.â
âwhat do you mean? Iâm looking at my full course meal right now, cariĂąo.â
you roll your eyes playfully, blushing a bit as you smile at him. heâs giving you that infamous smirk of his with his eyebrow raising. showing you heâs not playing when he says that,
âaish. such a sweet talker you are. be quick babyâ you shake your head, standing up from the couch before heading to the bedroom with your fingers fixing down his shorts to cover it more. your ass moves from side to side as he watches.
god, he fucking loves to see you walk away.
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a/n: i will give him kids enough to create a football team
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Bangchan As Your Boyfriend
Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin
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â˘Heâs such a cute, giggly, bushy mess. Heâs so giddy about everything.
â˘Finds everything you do just so damn cute.
â˘One of his favorite things is when you get to talking about something you love.
â˘The way youâre so excited about it just makes him smile while listing.
â˘The sparkle in your eyes just makes his heart do flips.
â˘Another thing he absolutely just melts at is you in his clothes.
â˘He finds it so cute and attractive just seeing you in his shirts/hoodies.
â˘The day he finds you all curled up in bed in his hoodie snuggling up to his pillow.
â˘Ugh man feels like his heart is on fire.
â˘Heâs such a sweet Clingy man.
â˘Wants to always be touching you in some way.
â˘Is he slightly possessive or is he just doing loving boyfriend things?
â˘The answer is yes. Yes to both.
â˘He always has a hand on you. Either on your thigh, holding your hand, touching your arms. Anything.
â˘Heâs very thoughtful.
â˘Remembers all the things you tell him.
â˘So when heâs traveling and sees your favorite animal, snack or favorite character in that one show you guys binge watched.
â˘Heâs buying it for you.
â˘Speaking of buying things.
â˘Loves buying you both matching clothes.
â˘Finds it so adorable.
â˘Heâs getting you both a whole wardrobe of couple outfits.
â˘Just loves showing you off.
â˘Talks non-stop about you.
â˘ây/n loves those!â âOmg those are y/ns faves!â
â˘âY/n and I come here all the timeâ ây/n did this funny thing todayâ
â˘Plans out time for his schedule to make sure he has time to spend with you.
â˘Does in fact cry when heâs away from you for too long.
â˘He gets you to wear one of his hoodies for a while before leaving so he can snuggle it.
â˘Also cries into that.
â˘Heâs just so head over heels for you it hurts being away for so long.
â˘When he does eventually come home.
â˘Heâs all over you.
â˘Youâre not leaving his sight for at least a week straight.
â˘Heâs gonna be glued to you.
â˘Arms wrapped around you.
â˘Telling you how much he missed you. How much he wants to take you to the places he was.
â˘Giving you all the things he found for you.
â˘Also apologizing for leaving you for so long.
â˘Which you always playfully smack him telling him
â˘âI donât mind, I knew when we started dating this would happen. At least at the end of everything you come back to me.â
â˘Your words always bringing tears to his eyes.
â˘Mans has a whole folder of songs heâs made for you.
â˘Thereâs some heâs shown you but a lot are special.
â˘For special occasions like birthdays/anniversaries.
â˘He also has a whole folder of pictures/videos of you.
â˘A lot. A LOT. Of unflattering ones.
â˘Has those saved in a special folder so you canât delete them.
â˘He thinks theyâre cute but you think theyâd be perfect blackmail material.
â˘He really enjoys your input on things.
â˘Music, style, life. He really likes to hear what you have to say.
â˘Always checks up on you, just simple âdid you eat today?â Or âDid you drink water?â
â˘Sends the sweetest good morning texts
â˘And you know something?
â˘The spark yall have never dies.
â˘The longer you date, the more he knows heâs gonna marry you.
â˘He falls more and more in love with you every day.
â˘Truly heart eyes for you constantly.
â˘Chan is really just the best, heâs so caring, compassionate and just.. the man you want forever with.
â˘And nothing would make you happier than to spend that forever with him.
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â˘As loving as he is normally that transfers to love making.
â˘And thatâs what it is.
â˘Love making.
â˘Heâs so sensational, and passionate.
â˘You both definitely sit down and talk about what you both like.
â˘Chan always wants to make sure youâre comfortable.
â˘But god does he just lose control sometimes.
â˘His mind goes as heâs fucking you.
â˘He looks like a dog with his tongue basically hanging out.
â˘The noises he makes are so hot-
â˘This manâs vocal on a daily you think heâs not in bed?
â˘If heâs not making noises heâs talking.
â˘Big into talking.
â˘âBaby, you feel so goodâ âah youâre taking me so goodâ
â˘âMy love your milking my cock-â âyouâre so good for me babyâ
â˘Ugh-
â˘Definitely loves interlocking hands.
â˘He can get a little rough sometimes.
â˘Spanking, Choking, hair pulling, probably has a daddy kink.
â˘I said what I said.
â˘We all know he does-
â˘Heâs such a softy though.
â˘Soft dom for sure
â˘Always. Always makes sure you cum.
â˘You could have been an absolute brat.
â˘And yeah heâs gonna punish you but honestly.
â˘Heâs gonna let you cum.
â˘Even if he says he wonât.
â˘He will.
â˘He always does.
â˘Also listen-
â˘This manâs going down on you often.
â˘So often.
â˘He just canât get over how you sound.
â˘Canât get over how you look when his tongue is lapping at your hole.
â˘Really just drives him crazy.
â˘So much aftercare. Ugh dude-
â˘Cleans you up, cuddles you, gets you a snack and a drink.
â˘âYou did so well babyâ âitâs ok baby Iâm here Iâm not going anywhere ever. I love youâ
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ë°ěąí - park sunghoon who...
sunghoon bf hcs ~ gn!reader ~ genre: fluffy flufffffff
jungwon, heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon, sunoo, ni-ki
. sunghoon who will purposefully flex his muscles when you hug him
. sunghoon who always checks to see if you laughed whenever he makes a joke
. sunghoon who pretends to hate it when you kiss his moles
. sunghoon who will literally drop anything to be w u
. sunghoon who has gotten into arguments w staff over you being on sets of mvs and photo shoots
. sunghoon who kisses your fingertips
. sunghoon who got you matching bracelets and wore them during bite me performances so yk heâs yours
. sunghoon who squishes your cheeks and shakes your head side to side
. sunghoon who whines whenever you stop kissing him
. sunghoon who also chases your lips and licks his lips to taste your chapstick
. sunghoon who took you on ice skating on your 3rd date, and let you wear his jacket
. sunghoon who was also terrified of embarrassing himself on the ice, but it ended with you falling for his talent
. sunghoon play wrestles w u and never lets you win
. sunghoon who wipes your tears and coos at you, muttering âohh baby,â whenever youâre sad
. sunghoon who squints his eyes at you when you make a bad joke
. sunghoon who randomly sends you money for no reason; fights u when u try giving it back
. sunghoon who smiles at you randomly, especially when youâre not looking
. sunghoon who wears oversized jackets so when he hugs you from behind he can tuck your arms into the sleeves
. sunghoon who also wraps his jacket around you whenever you hug normally, almost like hiding you from any dangerÂ
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Remnants
PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader
SUMMARY: You got hurt and Simon finds out.
WORD COUNT: 1.0k
TW: bruises, slight angst. reader missing simon. also fluff think that's it. lmk if i missed any. also poorly edited and not proofread. mind the english!đ¤â¨đ¤
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Laying in bed until it was late was part of your daily routine when Simon was off on deployment. Too tired to even get up when he wasn't around to wake you at 7:00 a.m.
He was a morning person unlike you.
You remember the days he would drag you against him by the waist mumbling something about being too late to be in bed, to which you had groggily bit back and slapped his arm in a playful manner. Then he would be gone for months, leaving nothing but an empty bed and the absence of his deep voice to fill your ears. Feeling that made your eyes well with tears and your heart ache. What if I don't see him again? What if that was the last time I ever felt his touch?
Shaking your head you pull yourself out of the comfort of your shared bed, taking a quick bath before preparing yourself a nice breakfast.
Winter is starting to settle in and your favorite thing to wear is his black hoodie. The one that swallows you entirely. It smells like him, it's almost like being embraced by him.
"Come on don't cry now." rubbing your eyes with the hem of the sleeves. Traitorous, salty droplets spilling down. "Jesus." Taking a deep breath you calm yourself and the ache gradually stops.
The kitchen is somewhat cold despite the heater turned on. You watch as the coffee brews âthe one he dislikesâ you smile again although small. Barely a quirk of your lips at the thought of him looking intently at you as you take a sip and offer him one.
'Bloody incorrigible.' He had muttered.
But you had seen him smiling that day as well, as different as you both were from one another, the love you two held couldn't be denied, nor broken.
That's why when the front door creaks open your eyes widen, legs moving faster than your brain can register. Socked feet dragging across the wooden floor nearly slipping. Simon stands stall, the door closing behind him as he lowers the black duffel bag on the floor.
"Are you really back?" Your lower lip trembles, the emotion too heavy to hold it back.
"Come here, love." You lunge forward, collapsing against his body. Simon's quick to catch you with strong arms holding you. Bodies pressed together. He can finally let himself breathe. The smell of your home, the smell of that awful coffee you love, the aroma of your shampoo and perfume that drives him absolutely crazy. He pulls his mask off and his mouth is soon against your soft lips. Oh how he missed you. He missed this, his girl softly caressing his face standing on your tiptoes. Simon grumbled, when he feels the air shift and you pull back, his brown eyes glimmer with devotion.
"Don't worry there's tea for you. Plenty. I made sure of that for when you returned." He inhales deeply, kissing you once again on the forehead. Taking his hand you lead him to the kitchen to serve both the breakfast you've been working on. "How are the boys?" You ask taking two mugs out of the top cabinet.
"A bit more scarred than before but they're good." He comes behind you lingering close âtoo closeâ to your back. "Price wants a reunion. Told him I'd let you decide."
"You already know I'll say yes." He hums watching you pour some water in the kettle and waiting for it to boil. "Black or chamomile?"
"Black." You try to move around as much as you can with him caging you from behind. Giggling when he once again kisses you on the temple. "Alright, let me see you again..."
Simon grabs you by the forearm it's not hard, it's gentle but firm. Firm enough to hurt your neglected limb. You shriek, a loud 'no' leaves your lips as you stumble back and away from him, soothing the place where he had touched you. It hurt so much but you quickly regret your reaction knowing it'd spark something within him.
Simon's eyes go wide, then his brows furrow so hard you can see the small line that could leave a permanent mark on his forehead.
"What was that?" He growled. The distance you put between you and him is cut off by his long strides.
"It's nothing, I- I swear." You trail off, searching for an explanation. But he's smart and he won't let this pass.
Few things could make him lose his temper, you lying about your wellbeing was one of the top on the list.
"Show me." He demands and the way his eyes pierce through every part of you leaves no room for discussion.
Rolling up your sleeves you hold out your forearms. Simon's jaw clenches so hard you're certain he's cracked some of his teeth. Eyes set on your damaged limb; red and purple bruises on your skin. They're so fucking big and he has to remember how to breathe and control his emotions. "How?" His eyes shot back to yours, awaiting.
"I promise it's not what you're thinking Simon."
"Don't give me that. I asked you a question." he takes one of them careful not to press too hard as he brushes his thumb over one of them. Fucking hell. It's swollen.
"Just work Simon. I had to carry big boxes and you know I'm not that strong, that's it. So stop thinking the worst, yeah?"
Sighing he lets go of your arm, the anger slowly ebbs and he feels fucking tired. He thought the worst. No one could blame him, it was in his DNA.
"Next time let me know beforehand, bloody hell love."
You give him a quick hug.
"I still might have to have a talk with your cunt boss."
You snort.
"No you won't." You declare, motioning for him to follow back. "Tea's ready."
Oh, but he would definitely pay him a visit.
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His Empire of Desire
Pairing || Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader
Summary || After a gruelling day with maintaining his criminal empire, Bucky returns home to you, seeking comfort and passion in your touch and words.
World Count || 3016
Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Smut â NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, mob/mafia business, mention of violence/torture/murder, explicit content/language, pet names, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), degradation & praise kink, use of the word whore, dom/sub dynamics, teasing, begging, face/throat fucking, gagging/choking, fingering, spanking, rough fucking, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.
Authors Note || Itâs been a whiiiiile⌠Hopefully Iâm back for good now. But anyways, this is a WIP that I started at the beginning of 2023 and I finally finished a few days ago. Enjoy, and I will be back with more fics soon. But Iâll be taking my time and not rushing/stressing myself with it. I want to have fun and write again, but I wonât force it when I donât have energy so there wonât be weekly fics most likely.
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
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Once the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting shadows over the cityâs towering buildings, Bucky made his way home after another demanding day maintaining his criminal empire. The day, much like the others, had been a grueling mix of meetings, negotiations, and the unsettling business of violence that defined Buckyâs world of organized crime. Accustomed to the daily occurrences of bloodshed, torture, and death, even the strongest individuals, like Bucky, had their moments when frustration and weariness weighed heavily on his broad shoulders. All Bucky craved was solace and comfort in the embrace of his wifeâs warmth and love, concluding the night with the pleasure of burying himself deep within her. That singular thought occupied his mind as he sat in the backseat of the Rolls, heading towards the penthouse that overlooked the cityâhis sanctuary, his kingdom, and you, his Queen.
âHave a good evening, Sir,â Buckyâs chauffeur nodded firmly in the rearview mirror, receiving an equal parting nod as Bucky stepped out of the car.
As Bucky ascended the private elevator, his fingers itched intensely for your presence, yearning to wash away the dayâs cruelty with your loving touch and mend his wounds with your caring words. The ascent to his and your floor, typically swift, felt like an eternity. Leaning his forehead against the mirrored elevator walls, hands clenched on each side of his head, he muttered to himself, âCome on, come on. Hurry the fuck up. I fucking need her.â
Finally, on the top floor, the elevator pinged and opened, revealing the vast penthouse. Bucky swiftly departed, entering the one place where he truly felt safe and at home. The familiar scent of your shared home immediately calmed him, normality easing his frustrations. As he entered the spacious living room, soft music filled the space, accompanied by the sound of your bare footsteps drawing closer. It was everything he had longed for after his gruelling day.
The ache he felt for you gradually faded as you approached. Clad in a silk robe, your captivating form moved with confidence, the curves of your body dancing beneath the expensive material. Your face, bare and glowing, reflected the wear and tear of your own long day.
Though Bucky adored when you were all primed and dolled up, there was an ethereal quality about you when stripped down to your natural beauty that captivated him even more.
He released a deep, heavy breath he hadnât known heâd been holding in, eyes closing briefly in bliss at the anticipation of you finally being beside him.
âBucky,â you murmured as you stood before him, assessing him with a hint of worry. His shoulders sagged under the weight of the day, his eyes pleading. You understood immediatelyâhe needed you now more than ever. Sensing his need for your presence and words, you prepared to offer the comfort he sought.
âBaby, you look exhausted,â you murmured, pressing yourself against him, cupping the back of his skull with your hands, thumbs softly grazing his earlobes. Your shimmery eyes met his weary gaze.
He groaned quietly as he leaned his forehead against yours. His fingers spread across the silky material on your hips, pulling you closer, needing the reassurance of your body. âDoll, I fucking need you,â he groaned, pushing his fingers harder into your covered flesh. âNow more than ever, baby.â His plea blended fiery lust with loving need.
âCome on,â you mumbled, laying a feather-light kiss on his lips, soft fingers laced with his calloused ones. âI know just what you need,â you purred, promising to provide whatever he neededâwhether it be a loving cuddle and kisses or an intense physical connection, to bend you over and fuck your body and mind senseless. You were his.
You guided him through the dark hall to the luxurious en-suite, where the spacious marble shower awaited. Turning on the cascading stream of warm water, you beckoned him to come closer and let you take his stress away.
âLet me take your stress away, baby,â you purred, approaching him once again. Bucky watched your movements intently, the weariness in his eyes transforming into a look of pure lust and the longing for the gentle care only his wife could provide.
With your hands at the lapels of his suit jacket, you pulled it away from his firm body, letting it fall to the floor. Slowly, while never breaking your gaze from his fiery eyes, you unbuttoned each button with precise movements, pushing the fabric of his muscular torso. Your eyes roamed over his chiseled physique as your hands lay flat on his pecs, adorned with specs of hair. Your palms moved down the planes of his firm muscles, making him moan at your gentle touch. Unbuttoning his suit pants, you pulled them down along with his underwear, leaving him standing naked before you.
Unfastening the sash of your silk robe, you let it drop, standing completely naked before him. Taking his hand in yours, you led him into the steaming shower, the warm mist enveloping you both.
Bucky stood under the shower head, letting the water soak him from head to toe, washing away the burdens of the day. You joined him, placing your palms on his chest with a gentle touch as you stood flush against himâyour bodies melded together by the water. His hardening cock pressed against your abdomen. He dropped his gaze to your burning eyes that mirrored his own, before trailing them over your naked and wet body, intensifying the heat.
With a groan, he knotted his fingers in your hair, the other wrapping around your waist. Your arms curled underneath his, placing your palms on his muscular back. Your pulse quickened with excitement, knowing where the evening was headed. All that was needed was your encouragement for Bucky to take it in the direction he desired.
âIâm yours, Bucky. Take what you need. Take me. Love me. Use me. Do whatever you need and desire right now. My body and mind are yours.â
He leaned down, capturing your lips with his, claiming and owning your mouth. His sweet and tender kisses quickly escalated into firm and needy ones. The tip of his tongue swept your bottom lip, pleading for your taste. As your tongues met, his fingers tightened in your hair, and his hand slapped the apple of your ass, followed by a firm squeeze. You whined into his mouth, pushing your body into his wet and slippery one, surrendering yourself.
Your hand wrapped around his firm cock in a tight squeeze, jerking his length in deep and slow motions while your tongue continued to dance with his. Bucky pulled away with your bottom lip between his teeth, groaning against your puffy lips as he slowly fucked himself into your grip.
âTell me what you need, baby,â you purred against his lips, flicking the tip of your tongue across his bottom lip. âIâm all yours.â
âGet on your knees, baby,â he growled. âSuck my cock like the whore I know you are for it.â His hand came up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pussy throb without suffocating you. âIâll make you cry and choke on it while I fuck your mouth, use that tight throat.â A moan of need escaped at his filthy words. You loved being his adoring wife and his dirty whore. His lips curled in a satisfied smile at the duality you embodiedâWhore and Queen.
He let you go, and without hesitation, you pressed sloppy kisses to his chest. Fingers traced the dips and planes of his chiseled physique as you continued kissing and licking down his bodyâhis abs, his defined v-lineâuntil you were lowered on your knees before him, mouth agape as you stared at him through your lashes. The water from the shower head above made his body gleam, intensifying the irresistible appeal of him towering over you. His cock stood fully erect, practically begging for attention, begging to be sucked. A shiver ran through your body, and a whimper escaped your lips as your pussy throbbed, eager for the same treatment your throat would soon receiveâgetting fucked and bruised.
Aroused with anticipation, your body practically shaking, you grasped him firmly in your hand as your tongue traced the protruding veins along his shaft, licking up to his bulbous head. Kissing and sucking the tip, you moaned at the taste of him. With no patience left, Bucky grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to release him from your mouth. His hot gaze met yours as a stinging yet delicious tug prompted a sharp gasp from your lips as tears welled in your eyesâthe first of many for the evening.
âDonât tease me, doll. Iâve had enough of being undermined today,â he groaned, his voice laced with cruel warning. âNow suck it like the pretty little whore I know you are for it.â
âYes, Sir. Iâll be your good little whore.â
Obediently complying, you engulfed his length as Buckyâs guttural groan vibrated off the shower walls. Your choice of words, and taking him all with no hesitation, only fueled his burning desire.
You took him deep, inch by thick inch until all of him nestled in your throat. Tears ran down your already wet cheeks, and the sensation of your lips wrapped around him and your throat suffocating his cock with your choked coughs made Bucky tip his head back in bliss. Moaning thickly, he pushed his hips forward into your compliant mouth.
Withdrawing to catch your breath, a thick string of saliva trailed from your lips to his tip. A testament to your eagerness to please the man above you.
âSo gorgeous,â Bucky smirked, looking down at you with tears and saliva running down your chin. âSuch an eager whore to please me,â he murmured, brushing his thumb across your lips.
With no further hesitations, you wrapped your hand tightly around the base to jerk him off, while your mouth engulfed his swollen and leaking tip. Your hand and mouth worked in perfect syncâjerking him with force and delicious pressure while your head bobbed on his cock, slurping and sucking. Buckyâs hips met your movements, making you choke and gag by his rough thrusts. Your other hand squeezed and kneaded his firm ass cheek, pulling him closer and anchoring yourself to him as you sucked him off.
Buckyâs vocalization became a hot and heavy symphony of moans, groans, and every guttural sound in betweenâa testament to you working him thoroughly with your hands and mouth.
His hips jerked, his muscles tensing, on the verge of climax, and spilling into your mouth, and you wanted nothing more than a taste of him. But he pulled you off before he could finish down your throat, making you wheeze and chest heave to catch your breath after he released you.
Reading the disappointment on your face, he brushed your tear and water-stained cheeks and swollen lips, a smirk playing on his own. âDonât worry, doll. Iâll come down your throat next time.â His voice was low and sultry, laced with delicious promise. âI need to feel your tight cunt wrapped around me, now.â
Helping you up, he met your lips in a sloppy kiss, slapping your ass with a force that made you gasp before turning you around and directing you to bend over for him on the marble bench.
You bent over, placing your forearms on the cold stone, presenting your ass for him. The view of both your tight holes a tantalizing sight for him.
During the blowjob, your pussy had throbbed with need, eager for the same treatment as your throat, and you had never felt as frustrated as you had now, waiting for his cock. Looking over your shoulder at Bucky, his fist jerking his cock as his hot and burning gaze trailed over your dripping cunt, which he would fill and come deep inside.
âPlease, Bucky,â you cried. âI need you cock so bad.â Your voice thick with desperate desire to be fucked and used by him. âPlease, please, fuck me. Use me. Use my cunt.â You knew after the day he had that the fuck would be brutal, and you would love nothing more. You loved his gentle and caring nature that he reserved only for you, but you also loved to be used and fucked like a whore by him. The duality of his two sides only makes you love him deeper with each passing day.
He chuckled, relishing the power he held over you, the absolute desperation in your pleading voice and submissive body. âPatience, doll,â he replied with a low growl. âIâve had a rough day, and I will take my time with you.â
He firmly kneads your ass in his palms, rough hands grabbing and squeezing the flesh before delivering a sharp slap that sends a jolt of pleasurable pain up your spine. Your toes curl, and a whimper escapes your parted lips as the cruel laughter from Bucky fills the space. Despite the sobs and cries during the next two spanks, your pussy grows wetter at his cruelty, soaking your inner thighs.
Bucky curses under his breath, running two fingers through your messy folds, circling your needy clit in teasing strokes. A breath of relief escapes you at finally being stimulated, even though itâs not at the satisfaction you crave. He groans as he pushes two fingers inside your wet cunt, fucking it in slow strokes, making your breath shake at the stretch.
âWhat made you this wet, doll? Sucking and choking on my cock, or me spanking and bruising your ass?â
âB-both,â you reply with a shaky voice.
âThatâs my good whore,â he growls, softly patting your ass where his brutal hands landed.
With the head of his cock, he teases your bundle of nerves, before slowly and oh-so-deliciously pushing his length inside your welcoming cunt. You moan and whine through your swollen and parted lips as he stretches you out to accommodate his size. âFuck, so tight, baby.â
He forces the rest of his length balls deep, making you gasp, while he moans, at stuffing you completely. âAh, fuck⌠so big,â you whine, closing your eyes and fists tightly, adjusting to him.
With a low, throaty chuckle in response to your reaction, Bucky gives you a moment before setting his rhythm, hands firmly gripping your soft hips, fingers digging into your skin.
He holds nothing back as he unleashes himself, intensifying the brutal pace, thrusting deeply into your pussy like his existence depends on it. The tip of his swollen cock repeatedly brushes against your sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your nerves, eliciting soft whimpers from your lips.
âSo good for me, doll. Such a tight, pretty pussy,â he grunts, lost in the sensation of your cunt and the pleasure it brings him.
You tilt your head to meet his burning gaze, the fiery passion in his eyes searing your exposed and submitted body before him.
âFuck, itâs all yours, baby. All of me. Only for you,â you whimper, the soft symphony of your gentle whispers and moans enticing Bucky closer to the edge, fucking you roughly and chasing his high. âKeep using it, baby. Claim me. Take what you want,â you urge, your words a breathless plea for him to keep unleashing his pent-up anger and frustrations on your eager and pleading cunt.
As you ascend to pleasurable heights, your impending orgasm closing in swiftly, the clenching of your walls around his pulsating cock signals his pending release as well. His hand slides around your throat, lifting you upright amidst his primal thrusts.
âAre you gonna come for me, baby? Come on my cock as I fill your greedy cunt?â His gruff voice sends a shiver down your spine.
The searing pleasure, coupled with the firm grip on your throat, leaves you with no choice but to nod, conveying that you are close to an eruption with an earth-shattering explosion.
âOpen that pretty mouth for me and use your words, doll.â A sharp slap to your thigh jolts you out of the haze, prompting you to gather yourself and respond to his demand.
âYes,â you managed to gasp. âIâm gonna come. I need you to come inside me, baby,â you cry, craving his warmth like a good whore.
With those pleading words, Bucky surges over the edge. His grunts and moans resonating against your skin as he fills you up with his cum. The sensation of him pulsing and filling within you and the rhythmic movement of his hips have you tumbling over the edge. Waves of your release ripple through your body, shaking and convulsing, your cries of pleasure echoing off the tiled walls.
âGood girl,â Bucky moaned against your skin. His fingers skillfully play with your engorged clit to heighten the downfall of your orgasm. âYou take my cock and cum so well.â He continued to fuck and talk you through it, ensuring that your mind and body were consumed with nothing but pleasure and him.
The shared climax left you both suspended in the aftermath of your intense fucking. The air thick with echoes of your breathless satisfaction.
âHmm, my good girl,â Bucky muttered, withdrawing from your used cunt and turning you around. The warm water of the shower continued to rain down on you both, washing away the shared evidence of your intense and passionate lovemaking.
Bucky cupped your cheeks, brushing his thumbs across the skin beneath your eyes. His hands, which held your body with force only moments ago, now cradled your face as if you were the most delicate of artworks, which to him, you were more than a masterpiece. He captured your lips, kissing you with a mix of passion and need. Your arms held his waist, bringing his slick body closer to yours.
âLetâs get out and dry off, doll. I need to bury my face in that pretty cunt of yours before I hold you in my arms and express how much you mean to me for the rest of the night.â
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Good Vibrations Part One
Hello, it's me, back at it again with another Steddie AU.
Anyway, if I were tagging this AU, these would be the most important ones: Deaf Steve Harrington; Tooth-rotting Fluff; Getting Together
If you wanna be tagged in future parts, just let me know!
As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)
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Steve has blown through three pairs of hearing aids in the past year. The first pair had lasted a few years and needed replacement because of normal wear and tear. The second pair was sacrificed during that fight with Jonathan. He hadn't been wearing them, but they'd been in Steve's pocket, and he'd landed at just the right angle to feel them shatter. The third pair was taken by the Russians because, despite Robin's shouting and cursing at them for being dumbasses (and this was before she actually knew what they were for), they accused him of recording their kidnapping and torture.
Honestly, he wouldn't recommend fighting Russians and Billy and Mind Flayers and driving while nearly totally deaf.
The funniest part of it all, though, is that Steve doesn't even use hearing aids regularly. He normally only wears them at home. The pair lost to Jonathan were present because, well, that whole day had been a lot for Steve, and he needed the comfort of knowing he could stop reading lips the moment it became too exhausting for him. The pair lost to the Russians was because he'd been getting ready to tell Robin about being deaf. She'd already clocked the weird things he does (well, weird to her, normal to Steve), and he figured letting her in on the big secret would bring them a little closer.
Of course, that didn't go the way he expected. Robin thought he was confessing love and decided to beat him to the punch. That's how he learned Robin is a lesbian, and Steve couldn't let her be the only one admitting to something like that, so he told her about being bi and his long-standing, hopeless crush. And being deaf. But the bi with a crush thing seemed more important in the moment. She took it in stride, it brought them closer, and then Robin asked if Steve could teach her sign language.
Which meant that Steve had to learn sign language because he never had. Between not wanting to feel even more different than he already did and trying to convince his parents that, really, everything was fine and he didn't need to go to a special school for deaf and hard-of-hearing kids, he'd never learned. Learning it had somehow felt like an admission of weakness, and that was the last thing he wanted. But he learned for Robin, and they stumbled through sign language together, creating new signs only they knew.
But that's all in the past now, and Steve is working his ass off at Family Video to afford a new pair because he refuses to ask his parents for money. If he asks them, they'll come back, and that's the last thing he wants. They don't need to have all their worries confirmed that Steve is helpless, and he doesn't want them anywhere near Hawkins "Hellscape" Indiana.
So. Working his ass off, taking extra shifts, and babysitting the kids as much as he can to make up for the whole Friends and Family Discount he gives their parents. He's exhausted, but he gets to recharge somewhat during his lunch break.
About a ten-minute walk from the Family Video is a record store, which Steve has started visiting daily to just breathe. The lone worker in the store is usually too busy listening to her own music to pay Steve any attention, letting him wander and try to determine which records will best serve him.
Steve drifts over to the rock and heavy metal section, hoping to find a new album but unsurprised when he doesn't. He browses through them anyway, moving past Metallica and Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden. He already has all of these albums on his shelf at home. He has the cassette tapes for them, too.
But he really wants something new. He likes the novelty of experiencing unfamiliar vibrations through the speaker, letting them thrum through his fingertips and into his bones. It's fun and relaxing, and after all the bullshit he's been through lately, he probably deserves something relaxing.
After glancing over a few more familiar albums, Steve sighs and glances at the counter by the door. The lone worker is standing there, headphones over her ears, and idly flipping through a magazine. She's chewing gum, and Steve braces himself for the sheer hell of trying to read her lips without making it obvious he's reading her lips while she's got something in her mouth to disrupt the normal shape of words and sounds.
But he has to try. Steve takes one more deep breath before walking over, shoving his hands into his pockets when he comes to a stop at the counter. The girl raises a hand, motioning for him to wait, so he stays quiet as she finishes reading her page. She flips to the next one before looking up, not making any move to pull her headphones off.
"Hi. Do you have any new rock or metal albums coming in soon," Steve asks, feeling the vibrations of speech in his throat and hoping his words aren't too loud.
They don't seem to be. The girl doesn't flinch or pull back. She just looks him up and down, taking in the polo shirt and the nice khakis and the Family Video vest he forgot to take off before leaving. Finally, her neck and shoulders jerk slightly, and Steve knows she's huffed in annoyance. "No," she says, the word clear enough in the shape of her lips for Steve to know it immediately.
He frowns slightly, his fingernails digging into his palms. Steve wouldn't mind just leaving now, but something keeps him there. He just...he really wants new music. He needs something new. "Are there gonna be any shows nearby?" he asks.
The girl rolls her eyes and says something, her mouth distorted by gum-chewing. Steve can barely make out the words "you" and "check" from her response. Thankfully, it's accompanied by a vague gesture at something behind him. Steve looks over his shoulder to see a bulletin board with flyers plastered across it.
"Right. Thanks," he says, nodding to her before walking over. The flyers are all different colors with various fonts that scream for Steve's attention. Some of them are for bands, some are advertisements of garage sales or instruments in need of a new home, and others are just business flyers from stores nearby.
He's seen the bulletin board before, but he's never actually paid attention to it. Steve has always been laser-focused on browsing the records. But now, Steve carefully reviews each flyer advertising shows. Some are for comedy shows, which he immediately dismisses. One seems promising, but then he sees how far it is, and Steve definitely can't do an overnight trip like that.
Finally, Steve sees a flyer advertising a show at the Hideout later that week. It's close enough that he won't be out overnight. The place is kind of seedy, but Steve figures he can find some corner near the stage to hide. Or he can bring Robin and let her help him navigate any potential social situations. He tugs the flyer off the board, gaze lingering on the "Corroded Coffin" emblazoned across the top.
He knows the band. Of course, he knows the band. He's extremely familiar with their singer. From a distance. Honestly, Eddie Munson probably doesn't have the best impression of him, but Steve's heart never really cared about that. Because Eddie is like everything Steve wants to be: he's loud and unafraid of being so, he doesn't care about his image and how others perceive him, and he looks like his laugh sounds beautiful. Steve wouldn't know if he's actually right about that last point, but Eddie throws his head back when he laughs, eyes crinkled and hand over his stomach like his muscles ache.
His mouth suddenly feels dry, but he's also filled with unprecedented courage. Steve has graduated (barely), and that means a significantly lower chance of running into Eddie during the day if watching the show somehow goes wrong.
Steve folds the flyer into quarters and stuffs it into his back pocket. He'll be overly aware of it being there until Robin starts her shift and he can show it to her, but that's okay. He throws a quick thanks over his shoulder as he leaves the shop, glancing up at the bell he can't hear that signals the door's opening. He vaguely remembers what bells are supposed to sound like (he'd heard a few before losing the ability to hear them), but he doesn't let himself dwell on it.
Instead, he focuses on the trip back to Family Video, keeping an eye on the road to watch for any cars he wouldn't notice otherwise.
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When the final bell rings, Eddie Munson can't get out of class fast enough. He'd been packed for the last five minutes, and he slid out of his seat the moment that first peal rang out. He has a gig to prepare for, and every second counts. At least, each second counts until he notices something (or someone) that could prove entertaining for a while.
He spots Dustin alone near one of the exits, and Eddie decides to relieve the kid of his isolation. He waits until he's behind Dustin to shout, "Henderson!" and throw his arm over the kid's shoulders, ignoring the way he jumps like he'd been expecting an attack.
"Holy shit!" Dustin shrieks, jerking back to look up at Eddie. "Don't do that, man, you're gonna give me a heart attack."
Eddie snorts, waving away Dustin's concern as he continues toward the exit. The general flow of students trying to get out helps him along, and Dustin doesn't seem to realize they're actually moving until they've gotten into direct sunlight. "You're fine," Eddie says, "Anyway, whatcha doing all alone, Henderson? Lose your way?"
"No, I have...stuff to do today," Dustin says, shrugging as he blinks to acclimate to the sunlight.
Oh, yeah, way too cryptic for Eddie to not dig for more. "Stuff? What kinda stuff? Got a hot date? Going shopping with your mom?" he asks, and then he gasps dramatically and moves to stand in Dustin's way. He puts both hands on his shoulders and very seriously says, "Be honest, Henderson, you're seeing another DM, aren't you?"
Dustin stares at him for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and shrugging his hands off. "Who else in this town DMs?" he asks, "Other than Will, I guess, but he's still working on a campaign."
"Fair," Eddie concedes, "so, whatcha really doing?"
After a few seconds of getting nudged by the students around them, Dustin sighs and says, "I have chores, okay? But that doesn't sound cool to say, does it?"
Fair. Eddie nods in agreement and moves out of Dustin's way, continuing to follow him. "So, what, your mom picking you up today?" he asks.
"No, Steve."
"Oh, the famous Steve."
Dustin nods, looking over the parking lot before pointing to one end. "Yeah, he's awesome," Dustin says as Eddie follows the direction of his finger.
And standing there, leaning against the hood of his car and looking to the side where a group of trees is swaying in the breeze, is Steve Harrington. Steve "The Hair" Harrington. King Steve. The worst thing, Eddie thinks, is that Steve looks good. His hair is still perfect, of course, and his stupid little striped shirt is pulling against his biceps and riding up just enough for Eddie to see a tiny sliver of tanned skin above his jeans. He looks a little tense, but Eddie chalks that up to him being back on the campus after already graduating.
"Harrington? You've been talking about Steve Harrington this whole time?" Eddie asks, his voice a little strained, "How the fuck do you know Steve Harrington?"
"He's my babysitter," Dustin says, his voice implying that much should have been obvious, but Eddie wants to grab his shoulders and shake until his head rolls off.
Steve Harrington doesn't babysit. He doesn't know nerds that talk about D&D. He doesn't drive nerds around. At least, he never did in high school. Granted, Eddie never actually talked to Steve, but everybody knew that Steve Harrington was too cool for, well, anything that wasn't the typical jock and popular guy shit.
As he's thinking about the last time he saw Steve Harrington (in the halls, while the guy had bruises and looked worse for wear), they get within shouting distance. And Eddie has zero impulse control when Wayne isn't around, so he doesn't think before shouting, "Hey, Harrington!"
Next to him, Dustin whips his head to glare at Eddie. And Steve Harrington doesn't fucking react. He just keeps staring at that group of trees like it's the most fascinating thing in the world. "Dude," Dustin says, grabbing Eddie's arm and yanking harshly, "don't shout like that."
Eddie frowns, anger beginning to simmer in his stomach at the complete lack of acknowledgment. "Why are you upset with me?" he asks, gesturing at Steve as he continues, "I'm not the one being a douchebag here."
Dustin opens his mouth, about to say something, only to snap it shut once more. He frowns like he's just realized he can't say something, and huffs with frustration. "Just...just don't do that," he finally says, keeping a hand on Eddie's arm and dragging him across the parking lot. And, yeah, something is definitely weird here.
Instead of just walking up to Steve, they make a large arch until they're within Steve's line of sight.
Eddie watches as Steve notices them, seeing Dustin first and pushing off the car. He relaxes for a split second until he sees Eddie and his shoulders tense again.
Great.
Once they're close enough for Eddie to count the moles above the collar of Steve's shirt, Dustin grins and says, "Hey, Steve." But it's odd, because Eddie has never heard Dustin talk this slow or this carefully, like he's doing his best to enunciate his words.
Steve flashes a grin and ruffles Dustin's hair. "Hey, twerp, you're late," he says. He then glances at Eddie, his grin becoming a little smaller, and says, "Hey, Munson."
Wait. Steve Harrington knows Eddie's name? And he called him by it? He said Munson, not Freak. Eddie stares at Steve for a few seconds before nodding. "Harrington," he says, "how the fuck did you become a babysitter?"
Is he just imagining things, or is Steve looking at his mouth? Like, really intensely. He's definitely not, because Steve looks up after a few seconds with a raised eyebrow. "I needed some extra cash. Also, don't swear around Dustin. I'm the one who gets in trouble when he curses in front of his mom."
Something about the words makes Eddie grin. Never in a million years would he have guessed that he'd be talking to Steve Harrington. And he would have laughed you into Mordor itself if you suggested their conversation would be about Dustin Henderson swearing in front of his mother. "What's his mom do when he swears?" he asks.
Because he can feel the conversation veering into something potentially embarrassing for him, Dustin lets go of Eddie and starts pushing Steve toward the driver's side of his car. "Okay, we gotta go. So many chores, so little time," he says, his voice back to that normal speed and enunciation.
Steve frowns slightly, looking down at Dustin and tilting his head just slightly. "What?" he asks. Instead of actually answering, Dustin just makes some vague gesture with his hand and looks at the car. "Oh, right. Go ahead and get in the car. And, uh, see you later, Munson."
"Is that a promise?" Eddie asks before he can think better of it.
Steve pauses, looking at Eddie's mouth with a slight scrunch to his nose. He seems to be considering something as Dustin scrambles into the passenger seat, watching them with narrowed eyes. Honestly, Eddie is surprised he's not blasting the horn to hurry Steve up. Finally, Steve comes to a decision and meets Eddie's eyes again. "Your band has a show tonight, right? At the Hideout? I was planning to go. So, yeah, I'll see you then, I guess."
And with that, like he hasn't just fucking rocked Eddie's world, Steve Harrington gets into his car. He makes sure Dustin is buckled before waving at Eddie and pulling out of the parking spot.
Eddie finds himself waving back, staring dumbly at the car as it pulls onto the street. It only hits him a few seconds later that Steve Harrington is coming to his show. At the Hideout. His metal show. A Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout.
Holy. Shit.
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